#gonna post them so u can actually see them now loll

[icharchivist]

surprisingly i come to your askbox bearing a3-related thoughts instead of gbf. crazy i know. anyways i finished going thru conquering misoshiosa island!! my thoughts abt it are quite scattershot but i had a lot of fun. as i mentioned previously i almost went thru this event before starting autumn loll. was fun going thru the first bit again with autumn knowledge in my pocket now. the more i hear muku talk the more i want to sit and discuss manga recs with him. like in my heart i just KNOW he read basara. i've read a pretty large amount of shoujo so i think we'd get along.

it was pretty obvious muku and omi were gonna be the pair for this cg and like. i'm pleased about it. they're just such a good pair conceptually when u consider, like, definitions of masculinity and how it might apply to both of them.

azami regarding kazunaris flyers: damn. this is, like, needlessly impressive. what’s that quote about middle schoolers having the most accurate insults. this wasn’t really an insult but it really. Strikes Deep in a way only a middle schooler is capable of.

in any other situation i would gently tell muku that he doesn't need to panic about every eventuality BUT in this case i knew sakyo was planning on leaving them to fend for themselves so i was very glad for muku and omi's preparation. i think its really fun they watched that movie together.

kazu making an itinerary for literally just the trip to the island is sooo funny to me. like he must've known something was a little messed up. do u think sakyo gave him the info and kazunari looked at it, a little miffed that izumi's first instablam post was about spring and winter having a great time without them (and masumi liked the post first) and went. eh. sakyo can have his chaos.

juza bringing chocolate is very juza but him calling the chocolate "rations" is how u know muku and juza are related. love natsugumi teasing tenma abt being sleepless for this trip but like genuinely. its nice that he gets to like. Go On Trips now. like thats a thing he and misumi can do and its not rly something they got to do when they were younger!

i'm going to gloss over the bit with the monkeys where misumi can talk to them bc. i really.... they even acted to the guests in part 11 i do not think this had to happen. normally im all for a3 magic shenanigans so i dont know why this one didnt gel for me lol. anyways PSA wild monkeys can fuck u up so do be careful. don't get aggressive with them. i'm not an expert or anything tho.

the fact that running on the beach is part of their training makes me think sakyo has read knb. doesnt muku give sakyo manga recs? was that not a thing? anyways i think sakyo would read knb. he seems like the type of person to read it and be like. i dont think real high schoolers can go invisible or shoot sparks out of their eyes when they're focused. but i hope he enjoyed it. speaking og knb and a3 a hurrah for team friendship. i saw ur post abt it and like. i want a sticker thats like. I Survived That One Poll Where People Were Really Mean To Muku And Yuki For No Reason. muku and momoi was such a wonderful win to see with the art and propaganda and everything. and i was really rooting for momoi since her name literally comes from momoiro. i didnt actually know there was a knb a3 alliance until this poll but im very glad for its existence bc i love both things very much and theyre both very very dear to me.

was never worried for muku and izumi in the cave bc i Knew muku was doing a hansel & gretel with the way he was acting and i was glad to see it was buttons and not food so omi found them. i think its really cute that not only did omi rush off while people tried to stop him, a bunch of other people were ALSO trying to rush off and were probably stopped. makes sense it was omi who was able to actually do it tho. hes omi after all. look at how he handled banri and juza from day one. him showing muku the flower was so nice and the cg was SO CUTE like. look at those sparkling eyes!!! i also love queen of the night flowers... and im glad they got to go to a resort on the last day.

now some misc notes:

theres this part where taichi lies down in the sand and kumons like oh thats so nice! and lies down with him and i winced so hard like noooo dont u know... sand is just like glitter (Gets Everywhere)

i also just really like that muku is. for all that he berates himself for being weak and he wants to get like more stronger and prince-like and heroic etc. he very much doesn’t seem to correlate that with how he Looks Physically? (see: how he treats yuki) and like. that means so much to me.

finally i saw tenma being annoyed on the ship and island and stuff and. i just Know he complained during the trip and also to everyone when they got back but a year later he'll do an interview for some character that's very woodsy or like he acts as a castaway or something. and i just know he'll talk about how he was able to play the character well due to his own experience of staying on a deserted island… he'll say something abt how it was enriching and taught him a lot about coexisting with nature and some bs like that etc. and after watching that interview everyone in a3 will lovingly make fun of him for it.

YOO HEY THERE! always a pleasure, always no worries <333 a touch of cutesy a3 in the curse that is my inbox.

True i remember you almost read this one by accident ahah, at least now it's all in order again. You're SO right about Muku, he'd be a delightful conversation partner about manga and especially about shoujo. I'm sure you too would get along.

Also very good point for the CG yeah, they're conceptually a very good duo on that regard, they had such a sweet dynamic this whole time, and it's soft to see them with especially just this soft over a flower.

AKJDFMLDKMFLFD Azami and Yuki fit that description so well and now there's two of them. rip Kazunari.

Ah yeah, Paranoia is Paranoia until the day you're actually right. That's Muku right here. And honestly at this point, is it overthinking or is it a correct assessment of the type of person Sakyo is. Food for thoughts. But yess it's so nice they spent some time together to prepare it all.

FOR KAZU IT'S SO FUNNY. i have to believe that, yes, indeed. Especially also with like, how close Kazunari and Azuma can be as the two travellers type, and he knows perfectly what Azuma pulled last training camp. I trust Kazunari in putting two and two together while preparing his traveler log. Like he must have known. I believe in him.

"juza bringing chocolate is very juza but him calling the chocolate "rations" is how u know muku and juza are related." that's such a cute way to put it. YEAH IT'S SO SWEET FROM NATSUGUMI. and yeah i'm also team "always crying when Tenma and Misumi do anything that qualifies as a normal experience" considering their specific bagage about how little they could experience of the world bc of their families.

That's a fair point for the monkeys. It was totally buckwild but yeah this might have been a little too much in term of suspension of disbelief. taking notes for how to behave with monkeys in real life, we never know.

Oh my god a3xknb alliance real and it was thanks to Sakyo all along. And yeah Muku does give Sakyo manga rec. Also Kumon is really big on sports manga and him and Muku talks about this common interest a lot, so if it's not Muku, it's Kumon's fault, but also, i want to say it's Muku because it goes with OUR alliance type. Sakyo would indulge because oh well!

And god right. Team friendship…. and right :sob: remember when people were so mean for no reason. for the sake of cartoon's dogs. :(. but the alliance this competition around was so wholesome. i'm glad you've learnt of the alliance thanks to it now! it's honestly such a sweet phenomena i love it so much. I'm so glad you like those two so much that it makes it more worthwhile <3

Muku is such a clever survivalist on that regard. and Omimi finding them was so nice. the fact so many people wanted to rush to them really is amazing. And agreed, the CG and them being able to rest up really made it worthwhile <3

wow speaking about sand like a true Anakin Skywalker type… gotta give it to him. But yeah Sand does get everywhere. also speaking of sands, remember in the beachside event where Muku and Juza have to talk out a misunderstanding on the beach a way back? Muku then mentions "next time we should bring Kumon on the beach with us". It made me so emotional that the Summer/Autumn training camp was on the beach like that because i was just thinking about how much Muku and Juza wanted to have Kumon with them there….

agreed on Muku. And he's so cool this way :( that's a reason i really love Muku a lot.

and i lOVE what you say about Tenma. He'd complain so much on the spot, but give it a bit and he'll brag about how cool of an experience it was (especially since he was with his buddies) and everyone at Mankai would tease him for it. It fits them so perfectly.

as always, thank you very much for sharing your thoughts on the event <3333 next is Guy's chapter!!! be hyped ;D

Take care and it's always a pleasure <333

#ichareply #aranarumei #ichafantalks a3 #long post for ts

[undermattsun-archive]

tell me

(skate rat) miyas x fem!reader | w.c 1.6k

a/n: ok look i’m no brother fucker on main, but the lewding potential post-show me was too delicious, and if i’m not an opportunistic whore... so here it is the pt 2 y’all keep screaming about that i actually started writing no more than two hrs after posting show me bc i have no self control

another big thankies to @sugardaddykenma for giving this a read over big fat wet besitos for u

18+ university | please read ALL warnings

warnings: INCEST full on (i’m sorry god), dubcon/noncon elements, fingering, overstimulation, dumbification (lowkey), degradation, manipulation, a dash of gaslighting, a bit of humiliation, virginity loss (mentioned), crybaby!reader, little bit of mind break, reader is tired + slurs words a bit

just...them taking advantage of dumb reader

read show me first! (not necessary but appreciated + it would make more sense to do so) NOW with the third part make me !!

One hour, twenty-six minutes and who knows how many seconds have gone by since your brothers have decided to go into an entire good cop, bad cop tirade.

Their words barely making a dent in your mind as a soreness settles in your bones, the added discomfort of a mixture of sweat, saliva and cum drying on your skin with the debauched feeling of Kita’s cum dripping from your sore cunt keeping your mind thoroughly distracted.

“You’re never gonna see him again.” Atsumu-nii barks out.

“It’s better that way.” Osamu-nii adds gently.

“In fact he’s dead next time we see him.”

“Yeah, very much dead.”

“We told him to stay away from you, fuck.” Atsumu flops down beside you, Osamu follows sitting on your other side.

“It’s not that big of a deal.” You mumble, regretting your words the second you see the look in your brothers’ eyes.

“Not that big a deal?” Atsumu’s voice is no more than a low growl as he rises, eyes narrowing at the statement. “Kita’s a fucking bastard and you just let him between your legs like it was nothing. Are you stupid?”

Your eyes widen at the accusation as you scoot away from him, drawing your knees to your chest, letting your eyes fall to the rumpled blankets surrounding you.

“You let him cum inside you?” A gasp falls from your lips, embarrassment scorches through you as you realize the way your bare cunt is exposed by the way you’re sitting. You immediately shoot back, slamming into Osamu as you squeeze your legs shut, dread filling your lungs as Atsumu crawls forward.

“Our little sister really is dumb. Is that what you’ve been up to while you’re away?” He’s always been faster than you, proven by how his fingers are already around your wrist, yanking you towards him. You know that struggling is a moot point, he’s bigger and faster and so much stronger. But you can’t help but wiggle around, barely able to make him budge even a centimeter.

“No! That was my first...” you bite your tongue as Atsumu crosses his legs and seats you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest as he snakes an arm around your waist. He rests his chin atop your head, a thoughtful hum vibrating in his chest against you.

“Hear that Samu?” Atsumu squeezes you tightly as your eyes frantically dart around Osamu’s features, silently begging for him to free you from this situation.

“Yeah Tsumu, she really gave up her virginity to Kita.”

“Like an idiot.” They muse in unison.

“I- but-”

“But nothing. Now your nii-chan’s need to clean you up. Stupid little girl.” He mutters against your hair, smoothing his hands over your thighs, spreading them apart more and more. Stretching them until they’re caught by his knees, rendering you helplessly exposed.

“Umm.” Your legs twitch, the position all too embarrassing, the powerlessness of it parallel to when you were being held by Kita. Taboo, the position screams.

“It’s okay, dumb girls like you make mistakes all the time,” Osamu smiles gently, shifting over to lift the hem of your shirt, handing it to Atsumu keeping it pinned just above your belly button, “that’s why you have us.”

Confusion swirls as you watch your older brother's fingers disappear into his mouth, eyes watching as his tongue flicks over the digits, retracting them slowly.

“Ah! Wait!” You yelp out as he pushes his index and middle fingers past your puffy hole, a stinging pleasure making the taut muscles of your thighs twitch. Atsumu lets out another low laugh, steadying your legs, forcing you to keep still as Osamu continues to prod further. The blunt ends of his fingers pressing and dragging against the sore gummy walls.

“Too much, too much.” You gasp as Osamu’s fingers dig further into your cunt, shaking as you feel the tips of fingers brush against your cervix. Fat tears begin to roll down your face as you press harder back into Atsumu, as if you could find escape in the rigid planes of his body. 

His fingers continue to twist and scour, the sensation is all too overwhelming, making your throat tighten as you make futile attempts at clamping your legs shut, only making Atsumu snicker above you. You watch with panting breaths as Osamu finally draws out his fingers, covered in the milky white slick, evidence of the sins you committed just a few hours before. 

“What a sloppy cunt, you really let him make a whore of you huh?” Atsumu bites, the words cut into you, the betrayal in his voice making your throat tighten further. You can only manage to choke out a broken sob of a denial as Osamu brings his fingers against your lips.

“Say ‘ah’.” You shake your head frantically, face quickly being caught in Osamu���s other hand.

“Don’t be difficult, we’re helping you.” Disappointment, the disappointment crumbles what little fighting spirit you had in the first place, you can’t stop the tears from falling as you let Osamu slip slicked fingers into your mouth. Lazily you swirl your tongue around them, exhaustion starting to sweep over you. 

“All good?” Atsumu asks as Osamu pulls his digits from your mouth, smiling proudly at you.

“Let me make sure.” He lowers himself more onto the bed, bringing him face to face to your dripping cunny, he plants a hand against the taut muscle of your thigh, staring so intently at your twitching hole. “So fuckin messy.” It’s the closest to warning you get as he pushes his fingers back in, the yelp you let out sounding pitiful even to you. 

“We shouldn’t, d-do this.” You grip at Osamu’s arm, but it’s as if each tug you make has no effect. There isn’t a purpose to his motions, his fingers pumping in and out of you with reckless abandon, the wet, lewd sounds filling the room. 

“‘M just helping you.” Osamu breathes out, hot breath fanning over your sensitive cunt. With each push of his fingers you feel as though your whole body has been thrown under an unwavering waterfall, every stroke of his fingers feeling like the ruthless waters beating down on you. 

“Yeah, you’re the idiot who went and fucked Kita Shinsuke of all people.” Atsumu chides, running a hand across your belly, lips tickling the shell of your ear. He pulls one of your hands off of Osamu, intertwining your fingers, securing your hand against your heaving chest.

“M’Not an idiot.” Your panting whines swirling with the soft wet clicking made by his digits in your cunt punctuating your shame, your words weakly slurred together. “Samu-nii n-n’more.”

“Hm? What was that?” He teases his ring finger against your entrance, viciously scissoring his index and middle, making your body stiffen, the pain of overstimulation surging violently chased with flecks of pleasure. 

“Pretty sure she said more Samu.” Atsumu goads, slipping his other hand underneath your shirt to massage your tender breasts, the endless waves of exhaustion leaving you unable to deny yourself melting in his hold.

“More it is.” Without the slightest of stutters in his motions he stuffs in his ring finger, forcing your back to arch at the sting, the throbbing of your cunny is gut wrenching but the delicious curl of Osamu’s fingers is undeniable.

“Shlow down.” Your tongue feels thick in your mouth, head lolling back, knocking into Atsumu’s chin as you stare down with blurry vision at Osamu’s fingers disappearing into your wet heat.

“Think our little dummy means speed up, right sis? You wouldn’t want Samu to miss any leftover cum from your little slut stunt.” 

“I-I don’t?” You mumble, trying to crane your head to meet Atsumu’s gaze, the disconnect of his words is disorienting as you continue to slip into worn out haze.

“Of course not, that’s what we’ve been telling you.” He releases your hand in favor of sliding his hand up to grip at your jaw, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Hey Samu I think you can fit a fourth.”

“Yeah, me too.” Atsumu presses your head against his, leaving the two of you cheek to cheek as your eyes widen at the sight of your brother’s pinky swiping besides your entrance.

“Won’t fit.” 

“It will.” Osamu looks up at you, the familiar lazy half smile almost comforting as he begins to work his fourth finger into your thoroughly abused cunt. A jolt of biting pain mottled with bliss erupts through you. The feeling of being utterly stuffed, pushed past whatever limits you had, leaving you unable to even focus your eyes or make sense of whatever Atsumu whispers against you. 

The entirety of your body feels like an exposed nerve, as if you’ve been left out in the sun too long, simultaneously hyper aware and numb of all the little touches and strokes across your flesh. You can feel Osamu steadily pick up the pace with each thrust of his fingers, each stroke as if he’s trying to dig deeper, as if he’s trying to make your cunny memorize the shape of each finger. 

“Tsu-tsumu-niii, I thiiink…” Whatever comment you had is lost in your throat, the tiniest caress of Osamu’s thumb against your clit has your mind going blank, the entirety of your body coiling tightly, a mangled whine preempting the feeling of yourself gushing around Osamu’s fingers. Your body spasms, held tightly in Atsumu’s arms as you squeal out at Osamu unwilling to relent his movements, continuing to piston his fingers with reckless abandon.

“Enough, Ssamu enough.” Your vision goes spotty, watching with jagged breaths as he gradually withdraws. You spiral into unconsciousness one last shiver wracking through you as you watch him bring his fingers up to his lips, licking a stripe up his coated fingers. A dastardly grin the last thing you see as you black out.

#this work contains INCEST + NONCON elements #DO NOT READ IF U R NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS #save us both the time and effort and block me if you hate this content #if u want it to a mutual block lemme know #now that i have posted this i'm actually gonna go pray the rosary #here's ur part 2 whores #miki writes #tw noncon #tw incest #tw dubcon #tw virginity #tw degradation #tw humiliation #tw gaslighting #tw manipulation #tw dumbification #tw mindbreak #tw overstimulation

[solarwriting]

laughing gas

— nini salazar-roberts

summary: y/n gets her wisdom teeth out 

genre: fluff

warnings/notes: fem!reader, this was requested so long ago (may, i think) and i’m really sorry to the anon that requested it! also i have no idea how to end fics and this is really short but enjoy!

posted jan 1, 2021 

“okay, you’re all signed in and they’ll come get you when they’re ready and nini will take you home and keep an eye on you until i get home from work, okay? love you.” y/n’s guardian explained. y/n nodded and sighed looking around the waiting room as they left. the room was extremely clean, there were chairs that formed a ‘u’ shape along the wall which faced the counter where a woman sat doing paper work and occasionally signing patients in when they entered the building. in between every other chair there were end tables that were littered with magazines and small books. nini sat next to y/n on her left, both girls looking at their phones by the time y/n’s name was finally called. 

the nurse had y/n sit down and relax, distracting her with questions about  her school and friends, which had y/n telling her all about their school’s production of beauty and the beast. eventually y/n was fast asleep and the doctor came in and began his work.

y/n was in and out of consciousness for the entire procedure which only took thirty minutes. y/n could hear nini talking to the doctor, he was telling her about what to do once she got her home. nini nudged y/n, her face was swollen and her had gauze in her mouth. “y/n, let’s get up and get you home.” 

y/n sat up slowly and looked around, her eyes suddenly widening. she looked at the doctor, “where are my teef?” she asked, her voice muffled and slurred, “can i have ‘em?” 

the doctor and nini laughed, and the doctor answered, “i don’t think you want, them they’re really gross and cut up.”

y/n whimpered, “you cut my teef?” her eyes started to well up with tears as nini wrapped her arm around her shoulder in comfort. 

“let’s just get you home.” she guided y/n up to her feet and tried to lead her out of the room.

y/n let herself go limp, crumpling to the ground and almost taking nini with her, “no!” she cried, burying her face in her hands, “i want my teef!” nini stifled a laugh and tried to pull her up, one of the nurses coming to help. they manged to get her to the waiting room but y/n let herself fall to the floor once again and refused to get up. 

nini reassured the nurses and doctor that they could continue with their day, “i can call a couple of my friends, they can get her to the car.”

nini pulled out her phone and called the first person she though of, “ricky! hey, are you busy right now?”

“not really, why?”

nini sighed and looked over at y/n who managed to crawl to the chairs where she was currently trying to get off the ground do she could sit in it. “y/n got her wisdom teeth out and i’m supposed to be taking her home but she refuses to leave without her teeth, can you help me, please?”

ricky laughed, “yeah, we’ll be there, in less than ten.”

“we?”

“yeah, i have big red, ashlyn, and gina with me right now.” ricky explained. 

nini soon ended the call and looked to see y/n laying limply in the chair, both arms in the rests and head hanging limply. nini sat don next to her, “hey, y/n. guess what, ricky, big red, ash, and gina are all on their way to see you.”

y/n looked up, her head lolling to the left. her eyes lit up and she gasped, “really? i love them, they’re so sweet.” y/n’s voice cracked and she started looking around the room her eyes land on the table of magazines next to her. she gasped and reached for one of the magazines. “nini look! it’s harry. harry styles.” she finally managed to grab the magazine still mumbling harry’s name. she showed the magazine to a laughing nini who nodded and softly agreed with her.

soon the doors opened and ricky followed by ahslyn, big red, and gina all entered to office. “hey, guys. she refuses to walk. she wants her teeth back.”

“come on y/n, we should go.” ashlyn tried.

y/n frowned, “but my teef!” her eyes began to well up and it took everything for all of the to contain their ‘aws.’ 

“okay, can i show you something, y/n?” ricky asked as he guided her to stand, wrapping her arm around his shoulder. y/n nodded as big red went to her other side to guide her to the door. “okay, that’s good. it’s really cool. i think you’ll really like it. we just have to get past those doors, okay?”

y/n nodded and looked at the door. soon they were outside and on their way to ricky’s car.

“how were you going to get her home?” gina ask nini as the three girls walked behind y/n and the boys.

“i called and uber but, i’m guessing they left when we didn’t come outside.” nini explained.

the two girls nodded in understanding as they watched the two boys struggle to get her in the car, “no! i want my teef!”

nini laughed, “can i get in really fast?” ricky nodded as nini climbed into the car. “y/n, come here. i have to tell you something and it’s really important.”

y/n perked up, “what?”

nini gestured for her to come closer, “come here and i’ll tell you.”

reluctantly. y/n got into the car, to the relief of the boys.

“i don’t think all of us are going to fit in that car.”  gina pointed out as nini helped y/n get comfortable, whispering something in her ear.

“i can call an uber.” ashlyn offered, “are we all going back to y/n’s then?” 

ricky nodded as big red spoke up, “i’ll ride with you, kep you company and stuff.” his face flushed. ashlyn nodded, her face taking a similar hue. the two broke off as ricky and gina got into the front seat. 

they began driving and y/n pulled out the magazine from under her shirt. “y/n! did you steal that?” nini exclaimed, causing gina to look back and laugh when she saw what y/n was holding.

“yeah?” y/n stared at the cover of it for moment before groaning, “my face hurts!” nini cooed at her as she laid her head on her shoulder. 

nini ran her fingers through her hair to comfort her, “we’re almost to yours, okay? then we can get you cleaned up a bit.”

“you take such good care of me. wait, are you single?” y/n asked leaning more into her. 

nini laughed, “no, actually, i’m not.”

y/n sat up quickly, “what? i was gonna ask you out, you’re really pretty.”

everyone in the car burst into laughter, “y/n, i’m dating you. you’re my girlfriend, did you forget?”

realization washed over y/n’s face, “i remember that now.” 

the car pulled into y/n’s driveway and gina sighed, “i can’t wait to show her that later.” gestured to the phone in her hand.

“you were recording? that’s going to be so priceless to see her reaction!” ricky exclaimed as they all got out of the car. 

-end-

#hsmtmts imagine #hsmtmts #gina hsmtmts #ashlyn hsmtmts #nini hsmtmts #nini x reader #nini salazar roberts #nini salazar roberts x reader #ricky bowen #big red x ashlyn #big red #gina x ricky

[hispeculiartreasure]

All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Four | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: Teen

Word count: 3,371

Chapter 4/24

Warnings: Very brief, yet strong language

AN: Let me just say that I am profoundly grateful for the love this series is getting! I am enjoying your comments and theories and am so flattered by your praise. I didn’t get a chance to respond to every comment like I usually do - my car accident took care of that. I’ve had a hard time focusing and coping after that traumatic day so I hope everything in this chapter is in order. Love you all so dearly. Come scream at me when you’re done. 💖

Chapter Three

‘All We’ve Got is Time’ Masterlist

Exiting the elevator the next morning you fumble through your handbag, trying to find the lipstick you didn’t have time to put on before you left.

Of all mornings for the subway to not be working it had to be today. I’m so late, I’m gonna have to bust my tail before Anderson notices.

“Good morning, Mrs. Flannery,” you say absentmindedly as you approach her desk.

“You’re late. I have-”

“I know, it’s been a hell of a-- excuse me, it’s been a heck of a morning,” you interrupt, head still down, lipstick nowhere to be found.

“Miss-”

“It won’t happen again, I promise.” You rush past her as your mental to-do list only grows longer.

“Ahem.”

There was no denying that was aimed toward you. You come to a halt, slowly turning back to the daunting woman. Peering over her glasses, one hand perched on her hip while the other was stretched out to you, grasping a piece of paper.

“This was left for you yesterday afternoon after you had completed your shift.” You timidly reach for the slip, when Flannery pulls it back at the last moment. “I feel the need to remind you that this is a place of business. Not romance, not courtship, not frivolity. I meant what I said on your first day - beaus are not allowed in this office. This is the only time I will extend grace. Understood?”

Mystified you take the paper, nodding your understanding.

What the hell is she talking about?

Suzy sidles beside you on the walk to your desk before she whisper-shouts, “The note was for her!”

Immediately, six other women leap from their desks and huddle around you talking a mile a minute.

“We were here when he dropped it off!”

“He was so cute!”

“Why do I feel like I’ve seen him in the movies?”

“Maybe he’s a war-hero?”

“He looked familiar,” Connie muses.  

“Who cares! What does it say?” Suzy urges as she pokes your arm.

The huddle falls silent as you open the neatly folded note.

The gaggle of girls around you squeal for a moment before Flannery’s harsh shhhh quiets everyone to whispers.

“How sweet.”

“He’s one of the window washers?!”

“Wait, we have window washers here?”

“I still feel like I know him from somewhere else. . .”

“Well, how do you feel?” Suzy draws the focus back to you.

You bite your lip. “Umm. . . it makes me feel. . . pretty great.”

“Jeeze, for you that may as well be equal to jumping up and down!” One nudges you gently with her elbow. “What are you gonna do?”

“Do? I- I’m not going to do anything. I got a nice note and I appreciate it,” you state, hoping it would bring an end to all the attention surrounding you. It didn’t.

“Oh come on!”

“Have you been flirting? You need to be more tantalizing!”

“You have to find him right now!”

“Show us your moves, we can help!”

Waving your arms for quiet you declare, “I’m already late and if I don’t get to work, I’ll be canned before I get the chance to see him again. Is that what you want?”

Everyone begrudgingly trudges across the office while Suzy lags behind. With a knowing grin she says, “Lemme know if you wanna talk about it. It’s nice to see you smile like that.”

As she leaves you plop down into your desk chair, rereading the note. It’s then that you realize just how much you’ve been smiling the last few minutes and just how fast your heart was beating.

Yeah, I could tell you enjoyed the new look. Why am I blushing all over again?

He came up here to try to talk to me. To actually see me. In person. He faced the wrath of Flannery to get up here and leave this.

He can’t wait to see me? Does he look forward to seeing me as much as I look forward to seeing him? Of course he couldn’t be bothered to sign his actual name. What a tease.

It takes a shout from Anderson’s office to bring you back to reality. Propping the note against your typewriter you read it one more time before grabbing your pencil and notepad.

For the rest of the day you anxiously check the window every few minutes, waiting for the author of your note. Every moment you feel self-conscious, not sure what you should do when he stops on your floor. Is he expecting more to come from this? Do you need to be a little more flirtatious, like some of the girls had mentioned? Should you be making more of an effort? Is that something you even wanted?

But then you see him and the uncertainty fades away. The work day is almost over before he descends to the sixth floor. You make eye contact, check your watch, and tap its face twice. You’re late.

He nods while wiping his brow. His head lolls to the side, eyes closed, tongue sticking out in a comical manner. Slept in.

Shaking your head and tutting softly, you raise an eyebrow.

Both his hands shoot up in a I know, I know. Won’t happen again.

With a short nod, you go back to filing and leave Window Washer to his work.

By the time you turn around, you expect him to be gone. To your pleasant surprise, he seems to be waiting for you. He beckons you to the window. When you get close enough, you notice something written in the suds at the very bottom of the pane. The word doesn’t make sense to you, so you scrunch your eyebrows at him.

He taps himself on the chest several times and mouths “my name”. You look again and it finally clicks. B-U-C-K-Y. You nod your understanding and smile. It isn’t until he points at you that you realize he’s waiting for your name. You press your finger to the glass, waiting for him to mirror your touch. You trace your name on your side, allowing him to spell it on his side. He reads it and grins wide. Nice to meet ya, he mouths.

“Mary! Get in here, take notes.” You turn from the voice, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Hooking a thumb toward your boss’ office, you sigh deeply. Gotta go.

Bucky held two fingers to his brow and gave you a half-hearted salute. Good luck in there.

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You are dutifully typing a letter when a pair of shiny Oxford heels appear in your peripheral vision next to your desk.  “You need to go ask that boy on a date.”

Heaving a sigh, you keep your eyes on the task in front of you. “Didn’t we have this discussion yesterday, Suze?”

“Yeah, and you still haven’t wised-up.” Papers rustle on your desk as Suzy props a hip against it.

“On the contrary, I think I’m exercising a lot of wisdom.”

She scoffs, finally drawing your attention away from your paperwork.

“Someone’s a scaredy cat.”

“Suzy.” You fix her with a pointed look.

Pretending to have a sudden interest in her cuticles she mutters, “It’s the only possible explanation.”

“How do we know that note was an invitation? What if he was just saying hi? What if he-”

“Mhmm. Those are the thoughts of someone who is unafraid.”

“How do we even know if he’d want to go on a date with me?” You lean back in your chair, tired of this conversation.

The redhead’s eyebrows shoot up her forehead. “I’m sorry - ‘You looked beautiful’? ‘Can’t wait to see you’? Sorry, doll, but people don’t say that to just anyone. I adore you, but I can definitely wait to see you if it means coming in to work.” She dodges the playful kick you aim in her direction. “All I’m saying is that you weren’t here when he left that note - I was. He was all kinds of antsy and blushing.”

“He works outside, maybe he had a sunburn,” you deadpan.

“You were just talking about how you barely know anyone in the city and you need to meet new people. He’s new people!”

“But I don’t even know if I want a romantic relationship right now.” “Then you’ll tell him that after your first date if you still feel that way. But why shut it down now when it doesn’t even exist yet? Maybe he’s lonely too-” Suzy’s eyes dart behind you and her posture changes. She leans in toward you, feigning interest in the letter you’d abandoned. “Oh yes, those are the addresses I was looking for. Don’t know how they got on your desk. And you needed something from me right?”

You sit stunned by this sudden change of behavior until you see Flannery approaching your desk.

“Uhh-yes. I was wondering what the protocol would be for when. . .” you both watch as the office manager floats into the filing room and shuts the door behind her. You and Suzy relax back into your previous positions. “I never said lonely,” you point out, shoving your defensive instincts down.

Suzy rolls her eyes and with a wave of her manicured hand says “Fine, fine, you’re being adventurous. Does that make you feel better?”

“No.”

“Answer me one last question, Newbie, and I’ll leave you alone.” Raising a brow, you wait for the question. “What’ve you got to lose?”

You weren’t able to answer then, and you still don’t have an answer now.

Under Suzy’s watchful eye, the second your watch reads 12 o’clock you leave your desk and hustle down the stairs, hoping the physical activity would work out some of the anxiety in your chest. It doesn’t.

Turning the corner toward the service entrance you see the window washers gathered outside in a loose group, taking their lunch break. Your heart begins to beat faster when you imagine actually holding a conversation with Bucky. What in the world were you going to say to him?

I really should’ve thought this through a little more.

But then your feet were taking you toward the group and it was too late to turn back now. The clicking of your shoes on pavement draws the attention of each man whose heads simultaneously swing to watch you. You stop a few feet away from them, losing your words.

“Can we help you, miss?” The apparent leader of the window washing crew steps forward. He’s much younger than Bucky, scrawny and tan. He’d be lucky to be 18.

“Um. . .” you scan the faces, not finding the one you’re looking for. “Is Bucky around?”

The leader’s eyes narrow, giving you a too-thorough once-over. “Whaddya want with him? If it has to do with windows, I’m in charge here. Name’s Harrison. Maybe I can help you out.”

You control the urge to fidget under his scrutiny, steeling yourself to squarely match his gaze. “No, there’s something else I need to discuss with him.”

“He had to skip out early today. Something about a family emergency.”

“Oh. I see.” You think for a moment, not enjoying the pack of men watching you like vultures. “Would you let him know I stopped by?” You turn on your heel when Harrison speaks again.

“What’s your name, baby-doll?”

Shutting your eyes you remind yourself to watch your temper. Thinking better of giving your name, you spare a glance over your shoulder. Coldly you reply, “Tell him ‘Sixth Floor’. He’ll know.”

More questions are shouted at you but you keep walking, very familiar with the rakish tone in which they were spoken. You didn’t have time for drooling boys. For a moment you worry that Bucky is cut from the same cloth as them. But something deep in you urges that he’s different.

Unbeknownst to you, when Bucky arrives at work the next day Harrison actually does mention your visit.

“Barnes, some broad came lookin’ for ya at lunchtime yesterday.”

Bucky doesn’t spare a look from his kit he was preparing for the day. “Yeah? What for?”

“She wouldn’t tell us. Seemed kinda stuck-up and snooty. Like she was better than us or something.”

Hitching his kit over his shoulder to head to the roof, Bucky smooths back a stray strand of hair. “I hate to break it to ya, but if she was acting like that I’m sure you deserved it.” As the kid who was technically his supervisor opens his mouth to protest Bucky interjects, “Did she say anything else?”

Unamused, Harrison practically pouts. “She just said ‘sixth floor’ and said you’d get it. Then she left.”

Bucky stills immediately at the mention of you. “Really? She said that?”

“Yup. Was a bombshell too, real date-bait if you catch my drift.”

Eyes closing, Bucky imagines strangling the teenager in front of him rather than actually carrying out the action. “Shut your trap.”

“Wish she’d stop by again, wouldn’t mind an evening of necking with her.” He conspiratorially winks, mistakenly thinking he would go along with the sentiment.

Squaring up with Harrison, Bucky leans in dangerously close and says lowly, “You’d better watch that mouth, kid.”

“What’s the big deal? She’s not your girl or anything is she?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Bucky insists, eyes practically boring through the terrified kid in front of him. “She’s not yours, so don’t be a creep. Girls don’t like creeps, if you haven’t caught onto that yet. And I don’t either.” He leans back, smirking with satisfaction at the deer-in-the-headlights look he was getting. Resting his brush on his shoulder Bucky turns to begin his day.

“Keep your paws off me, Barnes!” Harrison shouts to Bucky’s back.

“I didn’t touch you, Harrison. Maybe you would’ve noticed if you weren’t always on skirt patrol,” Bucky tosses over his shoulder as he begins to climb the fire escape.

As Bucky climbs higher his thoughts turn to you. You’d been looking for him. You’d obviously shut down Harrison and the rest of the boys. Anyone that sassed that kid was a hero in his book.

Maybe his note hadn’t been a total disaster after all. Once he’d gotten into bed that night, he fretted over that dumb piece of paper for hours. He thought of a million things he could’ve said besides the three hastily scribbled lines. A million kinder, wittier, more fitting words for you. You’d been nice enough the next day, playful even. And he’d finally gotten your name - a sweet, suitable name that rolled around in his head for hours. But he couldn’t help feeling like he needed to do more.

He found himself even more excited to get to the sixth floor today, to see you, to have a little hope, to share in a smile. Though that’s not exactly what happens.

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“Get in here, NOW!”

Anderson’s tone instantly drowns your insides with dread.

You rush to his door, quietly opening it. Anderson’s heels are crossed, kicked up to rest on the edge of his desk. His eyes bore into you, disdain obvious.

“Sir?” you make out much smoother than you feel.

“Do you know what this is?” he flicks a letter across his desk toward you. Quietly picking it up, you silently read its contents.

“The steel mill is turning down our partnership offer? Because they never received paperwork? Sir, I definitely-”

“Read the letterhead,” he bites out. “And then read what you sent out. What do you notice, Doris?” Another letter is flicked in your direction. You bite back a retort about your name.

Holding the letters side-by-side, a pit drops in your stomach. “I copied the address incorrectly.”

Anderson gives you a tight nod, jaw clenched. The room is claustrophobic in silence.

“Sir, I-”

“You cost us thousands of dollars with this idiotic move, because you didn’t proofread your work enough? Because you can’t copy a damn number over?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how I missed-”

“You missed it because you were careless!” Anderson bangs a fist to his desk, causing you to jump a fraction. He stands up abruptly, stalking over to you. “This job isn’t a fucking joke. You were given a chance because you kicked up a fuss about being let go when our boys came back from war. You want this job? Act like it!” With every word Anderson steps in your direction causing you to match with a step backward. You are in his office’s threshold when he leans in and whispers menacingly, “If you can’t get a damn letter right then you shouldn’t even be here in the first place, Marge. Make sure it doesn’t happen again or you’re gone. Now get out of my office and fix your screw-up!” The door slams in your face.

Hands shaking, you make your way to your desk. Willing the tears not to fall you take a few deep breaths. Elbows rest on the surface, head in your hands, focusing on not falling apart in the middle of the busy office.

You’re tougher than this. A man raising his voice at you is nothing new. You are fine, you made a mistake. Don’t you dare lose your composure, it’ll only make you seem weak.

A tapping on the window directly next to your desk startles you. Bucky is there, looking more concerned than ever. He tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed together. What’s wrong?

The tears spill out at the kindness reflected in his own. You search desperately for a handkerchief before turning back to the window. Dabbing at your wet cheeks furiously, you gesture to Anderson’s office. You blink against the hankie, hoping to catch the makeup before it runs down your entire face. Pointing to yourself you mouth “my fault”. The tears don’t stop for several minutes, but everytime you look up Bucky is sitting at the window, watching you sorrowfully.

Eventually you dry up, puffy eyes meeting Bucky’s. “I’m fine,” you whisper, dropping your gaze to the handkerchief in your lap that you’ve been twisting into knots.

More tapping draws your attention back to Bucky, who promptly flips off Anderson’s closed door. You manage to stutter a laugh out in between your sniffles, feeling a little lighter already.

With an admonishing shake of your head that you don’t mean, you return his smile. Thanks.

You could be imagining it, but Bucky seems hesitant to move on to the next floor. Giving him what you hope is a reassuring thumbs-up you mouth, “I’m okay.”

Looking thoroughly unconvinced he watches you for a few seconds before nodding slowly. He drops out of your sight, though you still stare out the window where he had been.

------------------

One day passes where you don’t see Bucky at all.

Two days pass. No Bucky.

Three days pass. Zero handsome window washers.

When the end of your day comes and it hits you that he hasn’t made his usual stop you try to ignore the disappointment that prickles your heart.

It takes a while before it dawns on you that since you had started your job Bucky had washed every single window on this side of the building. Which meant he would move onto another side or possibly an entirely different building.

On your walk into work Friday morning, you notice that the window washing crew’s tools are absent from the sidewalk. An unfamiliar emotion has you biting your lip as you approach your desk.

I guess that’s that. We kept missing each other and time just. . .ran out. It’s not a big deal. . . If it’s not a big deal then why am I so sad?

Turning your gaze to the window immediately to your left, you notice a piece of paper in the middle of the pane. You stare for a moment, fairly certain that it hadn’t been there when you left work last night. With a purposeful step you go to the window, a sneaking suspicion in the back of your mind. You find a note written in a familiar hand taped to the outside of the window, the writing facing you so you could read it clear as day.

Chapter Five

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[tskumoyuuma]

ok I'm seeing a lot of hate for tros but lemme just go over everything I can think of rn that I either liked or loved cause I really did enjoy this movie (long post alert)

the absolute best thing about the movie for me was def the trio scenes. this has literally been all iv wanted from this trilogy was the three of them interacting n tros fucking served it all up on a silver platter. every scene w the three of them in it filled me w such joy, we really shouldv had this from at least tlj if not from the ending of tfa. the final hug scene ? them squeezing each other tight cause they didnt kno if they wer gonna see each other again, the sheer emotion of having all three of them be there n ALIVE, especially after finn had sensed rey had died. the tears, the way they just seem like they wanna pull them tighter despite it being physically impossible. I could go on about this scene for fucking days man, i was crying in the theater

another thing I liked .. was actually the whole palpatine plot thread. i was skeptical at first cause really wer bringing in palpatine ? but i think they actually made it work, especially theme wise. rey is the granddaughter of palpatine, n he says the dark side is in her blood. but rey refuses to bow to hatred, refuses to give in because blood n family does not define u. but the family u make for urself ? that's what matters.

now the last line of the movie. rey talking to the old women asking for her name. the hesitation as she looks to the distance to see luke n leia smiling at her. the confidence when she says "Skywalker". fucking killed me. fit perfectly w the found family theme that was built up. she denied her "roots" as a palpatine n chose for herself to be a Skywalker, to bare the name of her real family, the one that supported her n helped her grow to be the person she is. that shit is my fucking jam.

now I gotta talk about kylo ren. going into the movie I thought I'd be angry if they tried to redeem him. but as I watched, I found myself actually liking what they wer doing w him. yea he goes to the light side, but it didnt feel that forced. there was still hesitance. but the fact that rey healed him instead of killing him, how he heard his mother's dying breaths, that changed him. u can see that. the whole han scene was really good because it mirrored hans death scene, except when he aims the lightsaber at han, he instead throws it away, like he shouldv done back then. he knos what he has to do now because it's the only thing he can do to make up for it. he knos from this moment that he has to die so rey, so good can live. n that's what he does. his ending was perfect for his character that echoed Vader / anakin really well.

now, briefly, I do have to mention that the kiss scene ? bad. ruined the mood until the celebration scene n we got that hug. n rest of that scene outside the kiss I could even live w cause they have an understanding of each other now n they do share a bond. but making it romantic w a kiss ? a kiss that rey initiates ? felt Really out of place. if they wer gonna be anything it was gonna be familial so it would fit the whole fucking theme of the film. but nah, sure, have them kiss, whatever.

ok back to the positives jhdgju. another scene i Loved was when all those ships came out to help the resistance. n the fact that theyr not just more resistance fighters, that theyr just people who wanted to fight, made me tear up honestly. cant really explain it, but it filled me w such hope, n that's what star wars should do I think.

other little things I liked wer the defected stormtroopers since I'd been waiting to hear if there wer more people like finn n thankfully there wer, chewy crying over leia was really heartbreaking, the visuals also wer a real treat, n honestly I just really like this movie. the more I think about the more satisfied I am about it (which was the exact opposite of how i felt after tlj loll). anyway, my thoughts r that if u just cut out the kiss, just go from the hug to rey waking up to ben dying, then I wouldnt have anything major to complain about really. there r minkr things of course as there r w any movie, but I really believe tros wrapped up the sequel trilogy really well, n its prob the best ending we couldv hoped for

#star wars #tros #tros spoilers #the rise of skywalker #n those r my thoughts #not gonna spend that much time on things (or ... Thing) i hated #since i think wev had enough star wars hate loll #long post

[murasakiyuzu]

Um if ur still doing that writing prompt could u do #1 for noiz and Aoba because I love your noiao fanfic so much😊 OR koujaku and noiz with #33 whichever speaks to u more

FINALLY i have it.

since you mentioned liking my fanfic, i wrote a little post-ending story, using the two prompts because I love noiz and aoba Floofing All Over the Place and i also love koujaku plotting noizs demise. what a great relationship. 

i hope ull like it! (and excuse any typo/grammar mistakes, i wrote half of this between 2am and 8am, ill fix things up slowly lm a o)

On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10830039

Was itreally a “reception” if it was just a bunch ofmid-twenties-to-late-thirties men in yukata drinking sake and laughing loudlyaround a coffee table? That’s what Noiz asked himself, watching Mizuki’sfriends make jabs at each other with a cup held loosely on his fingers.

Heshouldn’t have expected anything different, really. Mizuki and Sei didn’t suitthe idea of wedding receptions Noiz had constructed from the many parties hehad to—begrudgingly—attend. One of them being Agnes and Emilia’s; he still had headachesjust from remembering the sheer extravagancy of the celebration. What kind ofwedding reception lasted two days?

Mizuki andSei were the very opposite of that. Firstly, Sei hated crowds and noisiness, sothere was no way a big party would’ve been a comfortable endeavor for him.

Secondly,Mizuki still hated spending money, the cheapskate.

But thenagain, Noiz thought with a snort as his lips touched the rim of his sake cup,Mizuki would’ve gladly gone bankrupt paying for a party if it was for Sei. Thishuge house they were in right now was proof of that; picture frames of thecouple’s shared life littering the walls and every flat surface sans the floor.

So, insteadof a big party with a big cake, famous photographers and hundreds of strangersin crisp suits and long dresses… Mizuki and Sei settled for a small gatheringin their living room, counting with only the wedding ceremony’s few guests. SeragakiTae, Haruka and Nine decided to forgo the little celebration, but it was stillquite rowdy; Koujaku and Mizuki exchanged little stories from their growing uptogether, and Mizuki’s teammates tackled them with their own perspectives, dragginggraceless guffaws from each other.

The oneperson that could mind it, though, was fast asleep, head lolling on Mizuki’sshoulder. Mizuki had tried to stop Sei from sleeping so early, it’ll mess up your sleep schedule you dummy,but his husband ultimately curled up along his side on the sofa and dozed off.Mizuki simply wrapped a supporting arm around his waist and kept onentertaining his guests with an easy smile.

Noiz didn’treally have much to contribute, so he contented himself with watching the trading of quips and teasingover the coffee table. The sake didn’t inebriate him but set pleasant, simmeringwarmth under his skin, enough that he quickly discarded his suit jacket and tie,undoing the top two buttons of his dress shirt. There was only one thing botheringhim as his gaze floated towards the empty spot beside him, the grey zabuton gonecold but still rumpled under the weight that was there before.

Where theheck was Aoba?

To thinkAoba had told his father that he would keepthese delinquents in line, and now he was gone. It had been almost twentyminutes since Noiz had returned from the bathroom and Mizuki told him Aoba hadleft for a moment, waving him off dismissively when Noiz asked where he went.

Aftersending all the wedding pictures Theo demanded from him (I may not be able to take the time off to attend it but you’ll be myeyes at their wedding, Wim!), Noiz got up from the floor with a grunt,slipping the phone back into his pants’ pocket.

“I’mgonna look for Aoba,” he let Mizuki know, not waiting for any vocalresponse since his friend was busy sneering and playfully kicking Koujaku’sshoulder.

The raucouslaughter and banter ebbed away as Noiz stepped away from the living room. As heroamed around the house, he thought of where Aoba could be, and came up withnothing; the house was spacious but didn’t exactly count with many rooms. Havingfound the kitchen and bathroom empty, he had to move to the less likely places.He wasn’t surprised to find the dark storage room uninhabited, as well as Mizukiand Sei’s bedroom.

The lastroom was a place he hadn’t, in fact, visited before. Noiz slid the door openwith his shoulders set stiffly, worrying he was snooping around too much andinvading Sei’s privacy. Noiz didn’t worry or care for Mizuki’s privacy,obviously.

The firstthing he noticed was the array of colorful canvases spread around the room,some propped up on easels while others were leaning against the walls. Noizremembered vaguely that Aoba told him about Sei’s sudden interest in art, butNoiz never imagined it was something to this scale.

Splotchesof bright neon colors and thick dark lines might’ve momentarily distracted Noizfrom the next obvious thing in the room, but it didn’t take long for Noiz’sgaze to fall upon the open doors on the other side of the room, displaying the dimlylit lawn and trees’ roots.

That, andAoba’s back as he sat with his legs folded on the edge of the outer corridor. The tussled hair spilling between his shoulder bladeswas a strong contrast to the deeper blue of his yukata.

With hiseyes narrowed, Noiz closed the door behind him silently, padding towards thelonely figure staring out at the yard.

“Aoba.”

The otherman flinched at the sound of his voice. But what made Noiz raise an eyebrow wasthe sputter of repressed laughter that followed. Before he could call out tohim again, however, Aoba twisted around to look at him.

Almost atthe same time Noiz registered the flushed cheeks and wobbly grin pulled acrossAoba’s features, his green eyes zeroed in on the bottle of sake between hisboyfriend’s legs, pale thighs peeking through the opening of his blue yukata.

“Noiz~”Aoba greeted with a syrupy lilt to his voice, visibly swaying in place. Noiz startledout of his leering and blinked down at Aoba, momentarily torn between grimacingand snorting.

“Areyou drunk?”

Aobasputtered with maybe a bit too much spit involved.

“No! I’m okay! I can’t feel my toes,though!”

Noizcouldn’t hold back a breathy laugh. He plopped down beside Aoba, feelings hishazy eyes boring into his profile. As Noiz let his legs dangle over the edge, thegrass blades tickled at the tips of his toes through his socks, moist with dew.

Outside, inthe shadows of the room’s artificial lighting, they were bathed in softmoonlight. The sky was clear and cloudless, the spring chill falling over themlike a veil. Against the deep blue undertones, strokes of silver illuminatedAoba’s glassy eyes, the gentle line of his nose and cheekbones as he continued to look at Noiz with fawning eyes.

“Whatis it?” Noiz asked, smiling crookedly.

Aobablinked, body shaking momentarily with a silent hiccup. Then, his browsupturned minutely and his hazel eyes flashed with something—something that Noizquickly realized with a shock that was tears,welling up fast and drip dropping down Aoba’s pink cheeks.

Noiz openedhis mouth uselessly. Even if he had any words, Aoba would have easily—andliterally—blown them away as he slapped his hands on each side of Noiz’s faceand stumbled through his next sentence.

“W-why…are you so pretty, you bastard?”

Aoba was glaring at him as Noiz simply stared, lipsgaping dumbly like a fish’s. Their long silence was broken by a hiccup fromAoba, which seemed to fling him into another rampage.

“Y-you’reso freakin’ pretty with your crazy green eyes and s-soft hair, it’s so—hic!—so hard on me, you know? Do youknow how many times I took out—hic!—crumpledpapers with kiss marks and phone numbers from your s-suit pockets on laundryday? You don’t even realize they’rethere, do you!”

“I doknow they’re there,” Noiz grumbled, eyebrows twisted in a frown. “Ijust don’t care.”

“Then care!” Aoba cried, squeezing Noiz’sface harder between his splayed hands. Noiz winced slightly. “I get s-soangry when I see those numbers with hopeful women’s names I’m just ughhh, I know you can’t wear the ring atthe office and—hic!—it’s not awedding ring anyway, and even if we got—hic!—married,it’d be bad if people knew but if people doesn’t know, then they think theyhave a chance with you and I’m just… ughhhh!”

Noizgrinned—as much as he could with his lips smooshed between his cheeks. Deepdown, but not as deep as it probably should be, he was happy that Aoba wasactually capable of this much possessiveness. Aoba never showed this side ofhim, at least not while sober. It filled him with faint satisfaction, but healso thought Aoba shouldn’t even think of these things.

“Theydon’t have a chance anyway. You know that.”

“I knooow,” Aoba moaned stubbornly,and Noiz huffed out a laugh. “I just- I want everyone to know, like, yeah,this gorgeous guy is mine! I see him naked on a daily basis and we use the sameshampoo!”

“God,Aoba,” Noiz laughed and Aoba dropped his hands from his cheeks to hisshoulders, dropping his head.

“Can Itell you a secret?” Aoba queried after a short moment of quietness.

“Whatis it?”

“I’mactually super drunk.”

Noiz snorted.

“Thissake is the best shit I’ve ever tasted and I’ve completely lost sense of howmuch I can drink before I’m fucking smashed,” Aoba explained, looking upat Noiz under wet eyelashes. His sudden crying spell seemed to have gone away.

Noiz smootheda hand over his back. “I know.”

“Noiz…I love you.”

There wassomething dangerously heart-wrenching about hearing these words amidst the slurof inebriation in Aoba’s tongue. Noiz gulped.

“Ilove you too.”

Aobashifted closer, nuzzling his nose and his cheek against the line of Noiz’s jaw,burrowing his face on his neck. Noiz distantly heard the sound of the sake bottlefalling over the edge of the platform.

“You…smell really good,” Aoba marveled with his breath puffing against Noiz’sskin, made hotter with the buzz of alcohol in his veins.

Noiz shivered, trying to rein in the arousal raising the hairs on his arms and legs. That was the least appropriate situation for sex—even if he usually didn’t care for that. It was hardly worth the very real possibility of Mizuki catching them in the act and making things weird for the next many months to come.

“Noiz…please, marry m…”

Wide-eyed,Noiz waited for the rest of the sentence. It didn’t come as a surprise,however, when he heard and felt the light snoring on his neck. A small, softsmile bloomed in his face.

When Noizreturned to the living room, having carefully carried Aoba from Sei’s studio,the room was almost completely vacated. The coffee table was still litteredwith empty cups and plates which earlier carried snacks. The guys from DryJuice were nowhere to be seen, and even Mizuki and Sei weren’t on the sofaanymore. Instead, Koujaku was sitting on one corner, contemplating the unlitcigarette between his fingers before raising his eyes to the newcomers.

Koujaku’seyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as Noiz walked up to the other corner of thesofa and sat there soundlessly, heaving Aoba onto his lap. His boyfriend curledup against his chest like a cat, still deep in slumber. His ponytail was almostcompletely undone, falling in haphazard strands over his face.

Noizbreathed.

“Somethingabout you makes me want to commit extreme violence,” Koujaku promptlysaid, lips curling in blatant distaste as he side-eyed Noiz.

“That’sa lot of complicated words coming from you,” Noiz retorted with an amused grin.

Koujakusneered at him, but before he could get an insult in, Aoba was tightening hishand on Noiz’s shirt, frowning.

“N-noo… I’m not… gonna wear a whitedress, Noiz…”

Noizblinked down at his boyfriend, and from Koujaku’s “absolutely disgusted” expression, he had heardAoba’s words just as clearly.

“Oh,you two finally showed up!” Mizuki said with a chipper tone as hereentered the living room, having changed his yukata for sweats. Then, his gazemoved from Noiz and Aoba to Koujaku. A teasing grin slowly stretched across hisface.

“Third-wheelin’it like a champ, I see.”

Koujakusimply flipped him the bird and Mizuki laughed heartily.

“Willyou two sleep over?” He asked, turning his eyes back to Noiz. “Wedon’t have a guest room but I can get out the futons for you. You can use Sei’sstudio, there’s enough space there.”

Noizthought it over for a moment. He’d prefer sleeping on a regular bed any givenday, but it was a bit too late already to bother Tae-san. He nodded in agreement.

“Alrightthen, I’ll fix you guys up,” Mizuki said with a bright smile.

“AndI’m leaving,” Koujaku announced, sentence arcing into a yawn that hequickly muffled with a hand. “Day starts early tomorrow. Again,congratulations on your marriage, Mizuki.”

Theyexchanged a quick hug, slapping each other’s back for good measure beforeparting. Then, Koujaku turned a glare towards Noiz.

“And Idon’t accept you yet. Aoba is too good for you.”

“Thatis true,” Noiz acquiesced coolly. Koujaku merely squinted at him even morethreateningly and left the living room. When the front door clicked shut,Mizuki sighed.

“Don’tmind this guy. He’s just too protective; Aoba’s been like a little brother tohim since forever.”

“Ithought he was pissed off because he actually has a thing for Aoba.”

Mizukisnorted. “As far as I know, he’s straight as a ruler, but,” heshrugged. “Who knows? Aoba had his fair share of admirers growing up.Koujaku’s always been there, so maybe I just didn’t notice. I don’t think it’slike that, though. I mean, imagine protecting something your whole life, andthen this something sleeps with this guy you hate?”

“Oh,so you finally accept he hates me?” Noiz asked, a brow cocked up.

Mizukishrugged again. “I haven’t given up on hope completely. If you guys can’tbond over your protective instincts for Aoba, then I guess nothing else can bringyou together. Just try jumping in front of a bullet for Aoba or something; thatwould probably touch Koujaku.”

“Don’ttempt me,” Noiz said under his breath, prompting a laugh from Mizuki. Theredhead turned on his heel and disappeared around the corner, humming under hisbreath as he went after the guest futons.

Noiz lookedup at the ceiling, wrapping his arms a little bit tighter around Aoba’s frame.He glanced at the silver-colored ring on his finger, which had been there forso long already that he barely ever thought of it. The weight of it on hisfinger was simply part of his body; the temperature was the same as his skin.It was so integral to his person that more than once he only remembered to takeit off when he was in his car, in front of his office.

Aobagrumbled something unintelligible under his breath and Noiz fondly looked downat his peaceful expression.

All ofAoba’s worries and anxieties… they could talk about that tomorrow. If Aobadidn’t deny every word, that is. And then, maybe they could talk aboutmarriage.

Noiz’sfingertip trailed easily over the ring on Aoba’s finger, twin to his own. Itwas but a slight bump, like the raised skin of a scar long healed. The sametemperature, a part of his body.

Leaning hishead on the back of the sofa, Noiz played with the idea of not removing hisring before heading to work on Monday.

#thank u for the Opportunity #and im sorry i keep writing abt this au but i swear im changing gears #tumblr prompt #writing #noiao #asks #anonzies #Anonymous

[robgrayofficial]

I know I'm not unique at all when I say that this weekend's events have urged me to vote Trump next year, but I still thought I'd just make a post to appreciate Trump, you guys, and this sub.Like many others who drank a little too much Kool-Aid over the past few years, I never came into this sub, believing it was a stronghold for the crazy right. I never thought for a second Trump colluded, but that's what Reddit would have you believe, that's what the media would have you believe.But then the Mueller report was released. Now, as someone who always considered themselves republican and conservative (voted for Romney), I already was well aware of how sensitive and whiny the left can get. I had frequently checked in on r/politics and had a pretty good sense of the strength of that sub's bias.But holy shit, nothing could have prepared me for how irresponsibly they have handled all of this. The goal shifting, the denial, the oppression of differing opinions, the lack of responsibility or accountability, the continuation of blaming Trump.Either they are still flat out denying the report--"ReLeAsE tHe FuLl RePoRt," or as dipshit Bill Maher said, "I don't need Mueller's report to know that Trump colluded w Russia,"--or they are writing a new story.The story is now suddenly about how it was never about collusion, it was about indicting anyone at all! The story is now that Trump is "weaponizing" the report for 2020. The story is now that Trump had an opportunity to heal the country but he's being a bad dude.This morning, 10 of the top 10 hottest posts on r/politics was a gross spin on how there is still collusion. I mean, almost the entire dem party and mass media witch hunted the guy for 2 years and he's not even allowed to tweet, "Good morning, have a great day!" (legendary tweet btw)Over the weekend I've been visiting T_D for the first times ever, thinking "you know what, I'm gonna see what this place is about for myself."Turns out, you guys are actually a bunch of level headed, cool folks who just love a good meme and aren't too sensitive. I haven't seen any racist, bigoted, sexist remarks in the past few days and I've been trying to find them.For example, I sorted by controversial the comments from the top post in the last 24 hrs, http://bit.ly/2utLXbR you really want to apologize, stop being a leftist." 13 downvotes."Get fucked" 2 downvotes"No forgiveness - the same way you preached about those who voted for Trump.You helped tear this country apart and you can get bent, you fucking traitor.We hate you just as you hated us. It's your turn to be on the receiving end now." 24 downvotesand the top comment under that, "Naw. We don’t have to be like them. You’re acting like a fool." 15 upvotes.I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised at how civilly T_D treats the other side. This is what true fairness, what true level headedness looks like. If this went the other way, I can not imagine any scenario where r/politics would even come close to this level of logic and rationality. For that, I truly applaud this sub.On top of discovering that T_D is filled with genuinely good folks, it's also by far the funniest subreddit I've ever seen. The memes here are the dankest of the dank and the highest of quality. Two of my favorites were the "Trump, Russia, possible collusion" remix and the 'leaked' full report that was 281 pages of 2 nothing-burger buns. That is some abdominal pain inducing material right there.The final piece of this eye-opening experience is the current stickied post encouraging users to send CNN hq a bunch of $8 25lb bags of Morton salt from Amazon. I can't understate how fucking funny the syntax and diction of this sub is."We are overstocked at r/The_Donald. All excess salt must go. Deliveries to begin ASAP."I'm lolling even as I type it.That is some priceless and high level trolling, and to learn that NYT donated 2625 lbs of salt in 2016 to charity, makes it even better.So in summary, I'm thankful for the events that transpired over the weekend because they opened my eyes and brought me here. I didn't vote Trump in 2016, but you better believe I will in 2020. So with that,TRUMP 2020. MAGA. Damn that feels good to say.Edit/Spez: WOW thank you everyone for this warm welcome!Second edit: some people have been wondering why my acct is only a few days old... a few days ago I made the mistake of engaging in a shitstorm comment chain on r/politics. One user figured out my personal info from my username, so I had to make one that keeps my real life safe. My original acct is u/andyju4392 (hence the An and Ju). Take a look I've actually been posting a lot of my views recently in r/politics from that account. I'll leave this here while this post is hot and people are wondering, but I'll remove it in a few days so no lefties can threaten me! #robgray

#robgray

[wetrumpfeed]

I am now proud to call myself a Trump supporter.

I know I'm not unique at all when I say that this weekend's events have urged me to vote Trump next year, but I still thought I'd just make a post to appreciate Trump, you guys, and this sub.

Like many others who drank a little too much Kool-Aid over the past few years, I never came into this sub, believing it was a stronghold for the crazy right. I never thought for a second Trump colluded, but that's what Reddit would have you believe, that's what the media would have you believe.

But then the Mueller report was released. Now, as someone who always considered themselves republican and conservative (voted for Romney), I already was well aware of how sensitive and whiny the left can get. I had frequently checked in on r/politics and had a pretty good sense of the strength of that sub's bias.

But holy shit, nothing could have prepared me for how irresponsibly they have handled all of this. The goal shifting, the denial, the oppression of differing opinions, the lack of responsibility or accountability, the continuation of blaming Trump.

Either they are still flat out denying the report--"ReLeAsE tHe FuLl RePoRt," or as dipshit Bill Maher said, "I don't need Mueller's report to know that Trump colluded w Russia,"--or they are writing a new story.

The story is now suddenly about how it was never about collusion, it was about indicting anyone at all! The story is now that Trump is "weaponizing" the report for 2020. The story is now that Trump had an opportunity to heal the country but he's being a bad dude.

This morning, 10 of the top 10 hottest posts on r/politics was a gross spin on how there is still collusion. I mean, almost the entire dem party and mass media witch hunted the guy for 2 years and he's not even allowed to tweet, "Good morning, have a great day!" (legendary tweet btw)

Over the weekend I've been visiting T_D for the first times ever, thinking "you know what, I'm gonna see what this place is about for myself."

Turns out, you guys are actually a bunch of level headed, cool folks who just love a good meme and aren't too sensitive. I haven't seen any racist, bigoted, sexist remarks in the past few days and I've been trying to find them.

For example, I sorted by controversial the comments from the top post in the last 24 hrs, https://www.reddit.com/r/The_Donald/comments/b59kc2/you_guys_were_right/?sort=controversial

"If you really want to apologize, stop being a leftist." 13 downvotes.

"Get fucked" 2 downvotes

"No forgiveness - the same way you preached about those who voted for Trump.

You helped tear this country apart and you can get bent, you fucking traitor.

We hate you just as you hated us. It's your turn to be on the receiving end now." 24 downvotes

and the top comment under that, "Naw. We don’t have to be like them. You’re acting like a fool." 15 upvotes.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised at how civilly T_D treats the other side. This is what true fairness, what true level headedness looks like. If this went the other way, I can not imagine any scenario where r/politics would even come close to this level of logic and rationality. For that, I truly applaud this sub.

On top of discovering that T_D is filled with genuinely good folks, it's also by far the funniest subreddit I've ever seen. The memes here are the dankest of the dank and the highest of quality. Two of my favorites were the "Trump, Russia, possible collusion" remix and the 'leaked' full report that was 281 pages of 2 nothing-burger buns. That is some abdominal pain inducing material right there.

The final piece of this eye-opening experience is the current stickied post encouraging users to send CNN hq a bunch of $8 25lb bags of Morton salt from Amazon. I can't understate how fucking funny the syntax and diction of this sub is.

"We are overstocked at r/The_Donald. All excess salt must go. Deliveries to begin ASAP."

I'm lolling even as I type it.

That is some priceless and high level trolling, and to learn that NYT donated 2625 lbs of salt in 2016 to charity, makes it even better.

So in summary, I'm thankful for the events that transpired over the weekend because they opened my eyes and brought me here. I didn't vote Trump in 2016, but you better believe I will in 2020. So with that,

TRUMP 2020. MAGA. Damn that feels good to say.

Edit/Spez: WOW thank you everyone for this warm welcome!

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