#I appreciate the concern but I’m an adult I’ll be ok

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Pros of the day: currently eating a fudge bar, got some writing done, and I finally talked to my parents about a thing

Cons of the day: my bed is now a bunk bed and it’s making me unreasonably upset

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The Sweepstakes: Frankie Morales (Porn Star AU)

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Porn Star Female Reader

Summary: A popular porn site runs a sweepstakes to win a night with your favorite porn star. One of the winners is a man and he has chosen you.  Will it be a night of mediocre sex or will Frankie surprise you?

Word count: ~3.5k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Unprotected PIV (paperwork is involved), oral (m and f receiving), a hint of tummy worship, reader’s clothing is described briefly but no physical description

A/N: I got in the weeds a bit thinking how something like this could be made safe for everyone involved and decided we all just need to suspend our disbelief.  I left some in for the sake of “the plot” but let’s trust that everyone has good intentions.  The company mentioned is heavily inspired by Bellesa.  This was a lot of fun to write and I hope you enjoy a reverse sweepstakes!

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“Thanks for coming in.”  Erin shuts the door behind you as you take a seat across from her desk.

“Of course.”  You have a scene to film after this meeting.  It was no problem to come in a little early.

“So, as you know, we are running this sweepstakes for our subscribers to win a night with their favorite performer.  You agreed to be one of the female options and even though the vast majority of our subscribers are women, one of our winners is a man and he chose you.”

“Oh wow.”  You can’t help but be a little flattered.  Everyone likes to be chosen.

“Yeah, so I just wanted to check in with you and make sure you’re ok to continue.  I have his picture and basic info here.”  She slides some paperwork across the desk, and you pick it up.

Looking back at you are the kindest brown eyes you think you’ve ever seen.  He is wearing a baseball cap – hair curling around his ears – a scruffy beard, and a lopsided smile.  His name is Francisco Morales.

“We’ve done a background check and everything like we talked about, and he looks good from our end.  You still have the right to refuse, though,” Erin continues as you read over Francisco’s information.

“He’s cute.  I’m not concerned.  I can handle a night of mediocre sex with a civilian and make this guy’s dream come true.”  It feels a little conceited to say it, but as an adult entertainer, you know you’re the subject of a lot of male fantasies.  You also know that you are very good at what you do.

Erin laughs.  “That’s very generous of you.  Hopefully it won’t be too bad, but best to set expectations low.”  She takes the papers back from you.  “I know you have a scene to film upstairs.  I’ll let you know when we get this scheduled.”

“Sounds good.  Thanks, Erin!”  You push back from the desk and leave the office with a wave.

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When the day arrives, you prepare like you would for any scene.  You’re not more nervous than any other day when you’d be having sex with a new scene partner.  You dress in your signature outfit of a crop-top and cut-off jean shorts, showing off your legs is never a bad idea.

When you arrive at the studio, you check in with Erin to go over Francisco’s final paperwork and reaffirm that all the company’s requirements around consent and safety have been met.

When everything is settled, you go to meet him in the filming room.

You open the door to a man pacing back and forth, worrying a baseball cap in his hands.  Erin had warned you that he seemed nervous and not to expect him to be sitting eagerly on the bed waiting for you like your usual partners.

He looks up at you when he hears the door, panic written all over his features.

“Hi, Francisco, it’s nice to meet you.”  You approach him cautiously, opening your arms for a hug.

He accepts the hug and you’re pleasantly surprised at the warm comfort of his broad shoulders and t-shirt-clad chest before pulling away.

“Call me Frankie,” he replies, running his fingers through his wavy hair.

“Frankie it is.  How are you?”

“I’m… I’m sorry, I just… I feel like such a creep.” He hangs his head and twists the hat in his hands.  “The cameras…” he gestures to the tripods set up in the corners of the room.  “They said they are partly to keep you safe… I… I shouldn’t be here.”

He was right about the cameras.  Sweepstakes winners had the option of recording their encounter for private use, but in your case, the feed would also be monitored for your safety.

“I heard you chose to go for the recording option.  I’m glad you did.  I would have tried to change your mind before we started otherwise.”  He glances up at you, surprised.  “I like performing for cameras.”  You shrug and one corner of his mouth twitches.  You take it as a good sign.

“Look Frankie, I’m not going to make you stay, but I’d really like if we could talk for a minute.”

You sit on the bed and pat the spot next to you.  Frankie relents and sits next to you, keeping a safe distance between your bodies.  It’s endearing really, and warmth stirs in your chest.

“We’re both adults here, Frankie.  I signed up for this too, you know.  No one is forcing me to be here.”

Frankie lets out a long exhale and finally meets your gaze.  “Thank you for saying that.  It’s just a really strange situation and I got in my head about it.”

“Perfectly understandable.  Why don’t you tell me why you entered the sweepstakes?”

He runs his hand through his hair again, it must be a nervous habit of his.  It’s delightfully disheveled and you notice shades of caramel and gray woven through the dark brown waves.  You allow your gaze to roam over his features.  Aquiline nose.  Pouty lips.  He is a very handsome man.  His picture didn’t do him justice.

“I’m not sure what I was thinking at the time, to be honest with you.  I’m just a big fan.”  He offers you that lopsided smile you first saw in his photo.

“You know, most of our subscribers are women, it’s kind of our thing.  What lead you to us? And as a subscriber as well?”

“Good question,” he exhales again.  “I really like the idea of supporting an ethical production company where I can know everyone involved is consenting.  I don’t want to ever think someone has been coerced or treated badly while I’m… you know.”  His ears turn pink, and it might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen.

“That’s important to me too,” you nod and scoot a little bit closer to him on the bed.

“I also like that the orgasms are real.  I’m not interested in anyone... faking.”  If his ears weren’t red before, they certainly are now.  Along with his nose and cheeks.

It occurs to you that one of the other female performer options practically comes if you look at her.  If Frankie had just wanted an ego boost tonight, he could have easily chosen her.  It’s not that it’s difficult for you, but it is going to take some effort.  It stirs your interest that he might be up to the challenge.

“Do you like making women come, Frankie?”

He nods and smiles a little, still looking down at the hat in his hands.

“Do you think you can make me come tonight?” You look up at him through your eyelashes.

“I’d certainly like to fucking try,” he looks directly into your eyes and the deep rumble of his voice turns the affectionate warmth in your chest into a building fire in your core.  You move even closer so that your leg is touching his.

Frankie stares at the bare skin of your knee where it brushes against his jeans.

“Can I touch you, Frankie?”

He looks up at you and nods.  So much want burning in his kind eyes.

You run your fingers through the hair at his temple and scratch your nails through his scruff.  He leans into your hand and moans.

Oh fuck.

The sound shoots straight to your pussy.

“Can I touch you?” Frankie rasps.

“Yes, you can.  But you need to lose the hat.”

He chuckles, dropping the misshapen hat on the floor before tentatively lifting his hand to place it on your leg.  His hands are large, warm, and calloused.  Sparks fly over your skin as he strokes your softness.  You lean in slowly and press your lips to his cheek, then his mouth.

His plush lips part with a sigh.  You turn his face towards you as you gently explore.

It’s been a while since you’ve just made out with someone.  He seems to need you to go slowly and you certainly don’t want to spook him now that he is more relaxed.  In your brief conversation you’ve become very curious about this man.

Frankie tentatively glides his hand over your clothed hip, barely letting his fingers caress the skin above the waistband of your shorts.

You guide him gently up onto the bed and stretch out along his long frame.  He’s so warm and soft, you just want to snuggle into his chest.

It’s luxurious and unhurried and oh so hot.

You let out a contented sigh as you slide your hand under his shirt and up his back.  His grip tightens on your hip, so you roll your hips towards him in response – encouraging him to touch you.

He receives the message, shifting his hand to palm your ass.  You moan into his mouth and are rewarded with a strangled groan as his grip tightens.  His rough fingertips skim the sensitive skin of your upper thigh sending shivers up your spine.

“You feel so good, Frankie,” you break away from his mouth as he trails kisses down your neck.  “I want to feel more of you.”

You tug at his shirt and he reluctantly stops kissing you to pull it over his head.  You are rewarded with a vision of golden skin over strong muscles.  He’s slightly soft around the middle and it makes you want to see your teeth marks on his skin.

You sit up and quickly pull your crop top over your head and are reaching for the clasp of your bra, when he sits up and stills your hands.

“Let me, baby.”

“Whatever you want, Frankie.”

You place your hands on his chest as he traces his fingers over the cups and straps of your bra, watching goosebumps rise over your skin.  It’s so sensuous and deliberate, you’re struggling not to whimper and you don’t even have your clothes off yet.  When he reaches around to undo the clasp, you crowd into his chest and begin to lick and suck at his neck.

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as you taste his skin.  Delicious.  You allow your bra to slide down your arms and off then reach for the button of his jeans.  “Take these off.”

“In a minute,” Frankie replies and you scoff.  This isn’t the nervous man you first met.  You smile to yourself.  He must be getting comfortable.  

Turns out he needs a minute because he wants to explore your tits.  He brushes his fingertips over your nipples, watching them tighten in response.  He gathers you onto his lap, better to pull each bud into his mouth.

He swirls his tongue around you, one breast at a time, palming the other with his large hands.  It’s exquisitely, maddeningly slow.  Your pussy aches as you try to find some friction through your shorts, but he’s holding you away from himself.

Frankie smiles around your tit as you whine and try to grind into him.

“You like this, huh?” you complain, clutching at his broad shoulders.

“Do I like making you sound like that? Yes, I do.”  His voice rumbles pleasantly against your chest.

He finally relents, working his way up your neck and back to your mouth.  You take control of the kiss, plunging your tongue into his mouth and nipping at his bottom lip.  He lays back for you on the bed, settling with his head up against the headboard.  You take the opportunity to undo the fly of his jeans.

“Can I have these now?” you tease.

“Only if I can have yours.” His gorgeous mouth pulls up into his signature lopsided grin.

“Deal.”  You shimmy out of your shorts and underwear as he pulls down his jeans and boxers and tosses them on the floor.

You sit back on your heels and take in the gloriously naked man in front of you.  His long legs stretch out on either side of your hips.

He’s not the polished, waxed, perfectly honed specimen of a man you often work with.  You find that it’s perfectly ok with you, might even be preferable.  He’s so real, splayed out and unselfconscious.

Broad, warm, soft at the edges, but hard where it matters.

And the way he’s looking at you…  It gives you shivers.  There’s a deep hunger in those brown eyes, but also patience and a surprising amount of control.  You had expected this to be a pretty quick encounter, but that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore.  You squirm, noticing the wetness building in your center.

He watches you with hooded eyes as you slide your hands up his muscular thighs.  His cock bobs eagerly against his stomach.  He has a very nice cock.  Possibly the best you’ve seen on a civilian, being a porn star does spoil you a bit in that regard.

His is nice and thick and plenty big enough to know he will feel really good.

You take him in your hand and stroke him up and down, licking your lips.

“You don’t ha…” he interrupts and you silence him with a look.

“I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do, Frankie.  Trust me.”

He nods and exhales, relaxing again against the headboard.  His chest is delightfully flushed as he takes stuttering breaths with each stroke of your hand.

“You’re so pretty,” you praise him and watch as the flush creeps up his neck and blooms across his cheeks.

So fucking pretty.

Then you take him in your mouth.

His hips buck underneath you and he curses as he tries to still himself.  

You pull out all the stops, giving him the slipperiest, deepest blow job you can.

You enjoy watching men come apart for you.  It’s a shame so many of your scene partners are so used to it now, they don’t react the way Frankie does.

He fists his hands in the sheets.  His mouth drops open.  His chest rises and falls with ragged pants.  The tendons in his neck strain as he tries to keep himself under control.

His cock is thick and heavy on your tongue.  Just how you like it.

You take your time taking him apart.

He’s just so pretty.

At the first sign that his control is slipping, you slow down.  Easing yourself off him and surveying the wrecked man in front of you with satisfaction.

You kiss your way up his tummy, nipping his soft flesh as you go.  Your teeth marks look just as good as you hoped – little pink crescents on his golden skin.  You continue up his chest and recapture his mouth for a hungry kiss.

You straddle his hips and line yourself up to sink down, when he grabs you and flips you over.

“Not yet, sweetheart.”  He pants into your mouth before kissing down your body, stroking your skin with his calloused fingers.  He continues working his way down to your pussy making his intent clear.  What a pleasant surprise.

You love oral sex and even sub-par oral, is still oral, right?  You prop yourself up on your elbows and open your knees wide so you can watch as Frankie takes a long lick from your entrance to your clit.

You sigh in contentment.  His mouth is warm, wet, and firm.  So what if you don’t come, it still feels good.

You relax and let your head drop back as Frankie explores.  He circles… sucks… nudges.

Oh

Ohhhh

Tightness coils in your belly and you look down at him with a gasp.

He’s good at this.

He’s looking up at you.  Brown eyes crinkled at the corners as he slowly drags his tongue through your folds.  Then he winks.

He knows he’s good at this.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes your throat, but are quickly pulled back under by the pleasure emanating from between your legs.

“Yes, Frankie. That feels so good,” you moan succumbing to the building pressure.  You clench around nothing and are rewarded with a thick finger in your cunt.

“Fuuuuck,” you whine as he strokes in time with his tongue.

“You taste so good, sweetheart.  You gonna come for me?” he rasps between licks.  His scruff tickling your sensitive skin.

Who is this pussy-eating king who is better than some of the professionals you’ve worked with?

It doesn’t matter.

All that matters is the coil winding tighter in your belly.  The fluttering of your pussy.  The stars sparking at the edge of your vision.

And suddenly you’re coming.  Pulsing against his tongue as he works you through it.  Groaning his own pleasure into your center.

As the waves subside, Frankie reclaims your mouth, dragging his cock through your slick folds, blocking out your vision with his broad shoulders.  You pull him down to you, running your fingers through his hair and down along his muscular back.

“How do you want me, baby?” you ask him between nips at his bottom lip.  You tilt your hips up to him and savor the rough grind of his cock between your legs.

“I want you every way, sweetheart.”  He nuzzles into your neck and your heart does a little pitter patter.  Just post-orgasm glow, you tell yourself.

“I want this to be a night to remember for you, Frankie.  How about the porn star special?”

He pulls back from nuzzling your neck, amusement lifting one side of his face into that charming grin.  “What’s the porn star special?”

You give him a mischievous grin, “Just follow my lead.”

Over the course of the evening, you lead Frankie through your repertoire.  The kinds of hyper flexible positions he’ll only ever see in porn.  You giggle your way through some of the more ridiculous ones when Frankie furrows his brow and questions what exactly anyone is supposed to be getting out of this.

You slow down when Frankie grabs your hips and hisses that he’s too close.  You kiss across his chest and shoulders and from his neck to his soft tummy as he regains his composure.  You take breaks for water and lube, teasing and laughing while you catch your breath.

You come more than once along the way.  Frankie finds your clit and gives you the extra friction you need to tip over the edge.  He stays with you, locked eyes and panted breath, through each one.  You don’t think too hard about why each time you come, it’s while staring into those soulful eyes.

In the end, you find yourself on his lap, grinding your hips into him as he sits with his back against the headboard and his face between your tits.  He feels so good in your pussy, filling you up just right.

It’s syrupy and slow, both of you worn out and rocking into each other.  Frankie’s panted moans hot against your chest.

“Can I finish in you?” he pleads, sweaty curls plastered across his forehead.

“You don’t want to see your cum all over me?”

“No, no, I need to feel you around me when I come, sweetheart, please,” he begs.  “I need your perfect pussy.”  As if you would deny him that.

You brush his hair away from his face and press a soft kiss to his lips.  “Of course, Frankie.  Fill me up.”

Frankie practically growls as he tips you backwards on to the bed.  He positions himself above you, grasping your leg as he drives into you in long, firm strokes.  

He pours every last ounce of his energy into you, finally allowing himself to chase the climax you’ve been edging him towards all evening.  He presses his forehead to yours while he slams into you at a relentless pace.  So close.  So deep.  Your climax hovers on the horizon once again.

“Come with me Frankie,” you whimper.  He groans and stutters in response.  You watch his face contort into pure bliss and it tips you over the edge with him.

Such a beautiful sight.

Maybe you need a copy of this video too.

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Frankie waits on the sidewalk for his Uber, resting his back against the non-descript building and letting the memories of the evening replay in his mind.

After the scene, you had both cleaned up.  The bed was a mess, but you had assured him that it was ok, it came with the business.

You were more wonderful than he ever could have imagined.  So beautiful, sexy, and fun.  You had been so kind and complimentary after.  He didn’t know how to end the evening… to say goodbye.  He stammered his thanks when you gave him a hug and a final kiss as you showed him where he could take a shower before he left for the night.

When he’d come out, you were already gone.

Just a memory now.

One he would revisit often.

Thank fuck he agreed to the video.

His phone buzzes in his pocket.  The Uber is probably close by.  He pulls it out absently, brain still hazy and sex-addled.

There’s a message from an unknown number:

I hope you don’t mind, I convinced Erin to give me your number.  I had a great time tonight.  Call me sometime ;-)

A slow smile spreads over his face.  Maybe not just a memory after all.

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Take Me to Church

Chapter 3: Second Chances

Kim Dongyoung x Reader

Word Count: 3,602

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Small town AU

Rating: Some adult themes. MINORS DNI!

Summary: As Y/N's pregnancy progresses, so does her relationship with Dongyoung.

Content Warnings: Some talk of infidelity, religious themes, pregnancy, church mess, descriptions of medical settings/procedures (ultrasound). If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!

A/N: This is part 3 of the "Take Me to Church" series! If you would like to be added to the taglist for the rest of this mini series, you can comment on any chapter or the masterlist, send me an ask, or send me a dm! Make sure to read parts 1 and 2 first! Also, what do y'all think of the new banner?

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For a few days after Dongyoung spent the night at your apartment, the two of you didn’t talk much. Not because you didn’t want to talk to him, but because you didn’t really know what to say to him. After all, he’d begged you to get back together, and you just didn’t know if you could do it. Needless to say, that made your attempts at conversation awkward.

Dongyoung was still your baby’s father, however, and he’d been there for you every time you needed him since you got pregnant. So, when a busy day at work and your anxiety over whether you would be a good enough mother got to be too much, he was the first person you called. When he answered the phone, you just asked, “Are you busy?”

“I’m never too busy for you. What’s going on?”

“Would you be willing to come over? I really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thank you, Dongyoung.”

“It’s no problem, sweetheart.”

The sweet nickname made your heart swell with love for Dongyoung, and the feeling left you conflicted. On the one hand, you were concerned that your relationship wouldn’t last if you tried again, and you weren’t sure if you could take that kind of heartbreak. On the other hand, however, you loved Dongyoung, and you would have been lying if you’d said that you hadn’t considered trying to make it work for your baby’s sake. After some careful consideration, you decided that you needed to talk to Dongyoung when he got to your apartment.

After you hung up the phone, Dongyoung rushed to get ready and left for your apartment. It didn’t take him long to get there at all, which was something that you both appreciated, given why he was there. When you heard him knock on the door, the first thing you did was pull him into a hug. Honestly, it was the first time either one of you had felt relaxed in days, if not weeks.

“I really appreciate you being here, Dongyoung,” you said, relief washing over you as he held you close.

“I’ll always be here for you. I promise.”

You reluctantly let go of Dongyoung long enough to let him in, but once he was inside, you hugged him again. When you let go again, he asked, “Where are your roommates?”

“They’re still at work. They’ll probably be home soon, though.”

“Do they know that I’m here?”

“Oh, yeah. I texted them after I called you, and they both said they were fine with you being here.”

“Well, it’ll be nice to finally meet them.”

With a gentle smile on your face, you led Dongyoung toward your couch and sat down. He took the spot next to you and asked, “Do you wanna talk about what’s got you stressed?”

You nodded and responded, “I’m just terrified that I won’t be a good mother. Usually the stress is manageable, but work sucked more than usual today, and it was all just too much.”

“Hey, it’s ok. I understand why you’re worried, but I know that you’ll be an incredible mother. You have so much love to give, and I’ve never met anyone that makes more of an effort to treat people with kindness and respect than you do.”

You started to tear up at Dongyoung’s words, and against your better judgement, you kissed him. He was taken aback to say the least, but he wasn’t exactly complaining either. As you took in the feeling of his lips on yours, you found yourself wishing that you could feel it more often. When you pulled away, you took a deep breath and said, “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Does this mean what I think it means?”

When you nodded, he smiled and kissed you again. This time, however, it wasn’t long before the two of you were interrupted by Nayeon’s voice saying, “We’re home, (Y/N)!”

You pulled away and started to laugh before you said, “Hi, guys! There’s someone here that I want you both to meet.”

Jisoo was the next person to speak, asking, “Is it Dongyoung?”

Before you could answer, Dongyoung responded by saying, “It’s nice to finally meet you,” a warm smile gracing his features.

Nayeon replied, “It’s nice to meet you, too. I’m Nayeon, and this is Jisoo.

Jisoo offered a small wave, and an awkward silence took hold. It was broken a few minutes after it began when Jisoo said, “Well, we’ll give you two some privacy. If you need anything just let us know, though. Ok, (Y/N)?”

“I will. Thanks, guys.”

Nayeon and Jisoo went to their room, and you turned back to Dongyoung and said, “I really hope you three get along.”

“I’m certain we will, baby,” Dongyoung replied with a smile.

“I missed hearing you call me that.”

“I’m ecstatic that I get to again. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, I am. Thank you.”

You and Dongyoung continued to talk about whatever silly thing came to mind until it was time for him to leave. You really didn’t want him to go, but you knew that he had to. So, you wished him well, and he kissed you goodbye. Once he was gone, you went to Nayeon and Jisoo’s room to catch up on the events of everyone’s days until it was time to go to sleep. As you drifted off for the night, you thought about how happy you were to have another chance at a relationship with Dongyoung.

For about a month, nothing out of the ordinary happened. You went to work every day, and you spent as much time with Dongyoung as possible after work and on the weekends. Every moment with him was better than you could have imagined. He took care of you like no one else ever had before, and you felt like a princess. Every moment with Dongyoung showed you how much he cared.

You were reminded of how much Dongyoung really cared after a particularly difficult day at work, when you got home and found a package on your doorstep. You weren’t expecting any mail, but your name was written on it. So, curious about its contents, you carefully picked it up and brought it inside.

When you opened the package, you almost started to cry. Inside were bags of chips in every flavor that you’d mentioned craving when you talked to Dongyoung, as well as mangoes, which were one of your favorite fruits. Besides the food, there was a small bar of your favorite expensive soap, a copy of the newest book in your favorite series, and a note.

The note read, “I hope that this makes you feel better. I know how stressed you’ve been. I love you.” At the bottom, Dongyoung had signed his name.

As you thought about how much effort Dongyoung put into the small care package, you started to cry. When he first asked you to try again, you’d been hesitant because you were afraid that you wouldn’t be able to have a good relationship with him. When you saw the contents of the package that he’d put together for you, though, you let yourself have the slightest bit of hope that the two of you could be ok.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone starting to ring. When you answered it, Dongyoung asked, “Did you get the package? Do you like it?”

“I love it, Dongyoung, and I love you.”

“I love you too, angel. How was work?”

“Better than usual. How is the divorce going?”

“I think it’s going well. I mean, I won’t really know for a bit.”

“Good point. Sorry to bring it up.”

“No, it’s ok.”

There was an awkward silence before you asked, “Do you want to come over again tomorrow?”

“I can’t. Sorry, love. I have an important meeting tomorrow.”

Shit, you’d forgotten about that. The meeting was with the other leaders of the church, and the objective was to decide what to do now that they knew about the affair and divorce. You both had a feeling that you knew how it would go, but you knew that it was still important for him to attend. So, the two of you said goodbye for the time being, and you spent the rest of the night reading the parenting books that Nayeon and Jisoo had bought you.

Dongyoung’s meeting went exactly the way that he thought it would. He was encouraged by other church leaders to repent, and he did so in front of all of them. Then, he was gently persuaded to resign. It was exactly what he didn’t want to do, but he also knew that he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. So, despite how much he hated it, he submitted a formal resignation. As he walked out the door, he was filled with guilt.

Once Dongyoung left his former church for the last time, he called you and asked if he could spend the night at your apartment. After texting your roommates to make sure they were comfortable with it, you happily agreed. While you waited for him to arrive, you decided to pass the time by cleaning your apartment to make the most of the sudden burst of energy that struck after you ended the phone call.

You’d just finished organizing the bookshelf in your bedroom when Dongyoung arrived at your apartment. When you heard a knock on your door, you rushed to answer it since you had a feeling that the meeting probably didn’t go well.

Your suspicions were confirmed when Dongyoung clung to you and started sobbing the moment he walked through your front door. You knew that nothing you could say in that moment could make the emotional turmoil swirling in his chest go away, so you just held him close, hoping that it would bring him some form of comfort.

Once the sobs slowed and he felt like he could breathe again, he whispered, “I had to resign.”

Your heart shattered at his words, and you thought about the role that you played in the direction that Dongyoung’s life had taken in the past several months. When the affair happened, you didn’t care about the consequences at all. One pregnancy announcement, divorce filing, and forced resignation later, however, you couldn’t ignore all of the ways that your recklessness had affected not only your life and Dongyoung’s life, but also Joy’s, Jaehyun’s, and the entire church’s lives as well. Sure, you knew that their opinions would probably change once news of the affair spread beyond the remaining leadership, but Dongyoung was a respected leader in the church. Now that he had to give that up, you couldn’t help but feel riddled with guilt.

If you had to guess based on the pained expression on Dongyoung’s face and the sorrow in his voice when he told you what had happened, he was feeling the exact same way. You wanted to try to comfort him, but you really didn’t know how. So, you decided that the best course of action was to lead him to your couch and hold him while he continued to cry it out.

Once Dongyoung no longer had any tears left to cry, he sighed and said, “I just don’t know what to do. Without a job I’m going to have to move, but-”

“Stay here.”

“Love, I can’t do that to you.”

“With the role that I played in your current circumstances, it’s the least I can do. We can talk to Nayeon and Jisoo about it when they come back from their date.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I love you.”

“I love you.”

Once that was settled, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, content to just hold each other close. You even started to doze off until you felt movement in your stomach. It was almost like butterflies in your stomach, and it was causing you just enough discomfort that you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. You wondered what was going on for a moment, but then you remembered what your mom had told you about how your baby’s first movements would feel.

Carefully, you woke Dongyoung, who’d fallen asleep next to you, and said, “I think the baby is kicking,” as you placed his hand on your stomach. The expression on his face as he started to feel the movements too could only be described as wonder and adoration, and in that moment, you finally let yourself wonder if the life you’d hoped to have in high school was finally within your reach.

Your sweet moment was interrupted by Nayeon and Jisoo coming home. With a deep breath, you asked, “Can I talk to you guys about something?”

“Yeah, of course. What’s going on?” Nayeon asked.

You explained the situation, and Jisoo said, “I think there are some arrangements that need to be made, but I’m ok with working something out if Nayeon is.”

“I think it’s a good idea, actually,” Nayeon said. “If Dongyoung lives here, even temporarily, it’ll be easier for him to be here for (Y/N) and the baby.”

With your roommates on board, the four of you discussed sleeping arrangements, chore rotations, and other things that would make the upcoming changes easier for everyone. By the end of the conversation, everyone was satisfied with the terms.

Once living arrangements were sorted, Dongyoung called Joy to let her know that he would be moving out of their house. She’d given him permission to stay there during the divorce proceedings, but now that he was going to be living with you, that wasn’t necessary anymore.

When Joy heard that Dongyoung would finally be moving out, she was relieved to say the least. While she was sort of ok with him staying there as he made other arrangements, she really didn’t want to be stuck in a house with him longer than she had to be. Besides, now that Dongyoung was moving out, it would be a lot easier to have Jungwoo over without worrying about what would happen if Dongyoung came home while Jungwoo was visiting.

From the moment Joy found out about the affair and started the divorce proceedings, Jungwoo was her rock. He took care of her and treated her with a level of kindness that she’d never received from Dongyoung, and it was nice to feel special for once in her life. Plus, Jungwoo was absolutely incredible with her son. Jaehyun took to Jungwoo like a fish to water, and when Joy saw them together, her heart soared.

Dongyoung briefly went back to his former marital home to collect his belongings, and the interactions he had with Joy when he got there were awkward at best. Most of the time that he was there was silent, with the exception of Dongyoung asking Joy questions about how Jaehyun was doing. Each of her answers to his questions were short and to the point. After all, she really didn’t want to spend more time speaking to him than she absolutely had to.

Dongyoung’s time in his former home only got more awkward when there was a knock on the door. Joy rushed to answer it, and when she opened the door, Jungwoo walked into the house and said, “Hi, baby. Sorry I’m a little late.”

Sure, Dongyoung knew that at some point Joy would start dating other people, but one of his closest friends was the last person that he would have expected. He wanted to ask when they started dating, but in the end, he thought better of it. Instead, he plastered a fake smile on his face and said, “Hi, Jungwoo. How have you been?”

The moment he heard Dongyoung’s voice, Jungwoo stopped in his tracks. He knew that at some point they would have to interact, Joy did have a child with Dongyoung, after all, but Jungwoo didn’t exactly expect to run into him at Joy’s house when they had a date night planned.

Once the surprise wore off, Jungwoo said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you’d be here. Should I go?”

Before Dongyoung got the chance to reply, Joy said, “Please don’t go, honey. Dongyoung’s only here to pick up his stuff. He’s planning to leave soon, anyway. Isn’t that right, Dongyoung?”

“Of course. I just need to take a few more things to my car,” Dongyoung said as he started to walk out of the house.

When Dongyoung went back inside to say goodbye, Joy and Jungwoo were sitting on the couch chatting like neither of them had a care in the world. Not wanting to ruin the cozy atmosphere, Dongyoung walked right back out the door and drove back to his new home.

While Dongyoung was at Joy’s house gathering his belongings, you played truth or dare with Nayeon and Jisoo. Most of the questions and dares were innocent, but occasionally, the game did get a bit messy. For example, after a few turns, Nayeon turned to you and asked, “So, you told me that you got pregnant because of an affair with Dongyoung, but how did the affair even happen?”

With a sigh, you answered, “We ran into each other at a bar in my hometown, and he took me to a hotel. When that happened, I didn’t know that he was married. The next day at church, I found out about Joy. I didn’t care at the time, though. All I cared about was having him back. Neither one of us thought about consequences until I found out about my pregnancy.”

The air in the room changed, and an awkward silence took hold. In an attempt to change the subject and keep the fun going, Jisoo said, “I pick truth.”

You thought for a minute before you asked, “When did you and Nayeon realize that you had feelings for each other?”

Both of your friends turned bright red before Jisoo quietly answered, “About a month ago.”

The game continued with a few more awkward moments until Dongyoung walked through the door with a few bags and asked, “Would you guys be willing to help me carry my things?”

All three of you stood up and rushed out to Dongyoung’s car to grab various bags and boxes of the belongings that he’d brought from Joy’s house. Once everything was inside, you helped Dongyoung unpack the absolute essentials, and you both got ready for bed. As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but think about how relieved you were to be able to spend more time with the man that you’d loved for as long as you could remember.

It took a month or so for you to adjust to Dongyoung living with you. Sure, the adjustment period was difficult, but you loved waking up next to him every morning. Plus, now that the two of you weren’t living in different cities, it was far easier for him to go to your doctor’s appointments with you. While you assured him every time that you had an appointment that he didn’t have to go, since you knew that he was stressed from looking for a new job, he insisted on going to each and every one with you.

Dongyoung was especially insistent on going with you to the appointment where you would be finding out the gender of your baby. You wanted to protest, citing the plans he already had with a friend that he hadn’t seen in years, but before you could say a word, he told you that he and his friend had rescheduled. So, off the two of you went to your OB/GYN.

The ultrasound was far more uncomfortable than you would have wanted. The gel that the nurse put on your stomach was cold, the exam room was hot, and you had to pee the entire time. The discomfort and annoyance were worth it, though. You and Dongyoung couldn’t wait to find out if you would be having a son or daughter.

When the time came to finally find out the results of the ultrasound, the nurse that performed your exam told you that everything looked great, and your baby was healthy. You were so relieved to hear that you almost started to cry.

After the nurse confirmed that the baby was healthy, she asked, “So, would you two like to find out the sex today, or would you like to be surprised?”

“We’d like to know today,” you responded.

“Alright,” the nurse began. “You’re going to be having a daughter!”

Truthfully, you didn’t have an opinion one way or the other about having a daughter. All you cared about was the baby being healthy. Dongyoung, however, was clearly over the moon. His eyes looked like they had stars in them, and the smile on his face refused to go away, no matter how hard he tried to act calm.

After your appointment, Dongyoung drove you home. While you were in the car, the two of you discussed what you wanted to name your future little girl. There were a few ideas that you liked and a few ideas that he liked, but neither of you could agree on one name that you both liked. You still had plenty of time to decide, however, so you and Dongyoung agreed to finish the conversation another time. For the time being, you just wanted to rest with the man you loved, excited about the news of your healthy baby girl.

Thank you for reading! I cannot wait for y'all to see what I have planned for the rest of this series. If you're interested and want to be on the taglist, comment on any chapter or the masterlist, send an ask, or send me a dm with the username that you'd like tagged. If you liked this and want to check out my other works, check out my main masterlist. If you want to see what else is in the works, you can check my upcoming works list! If none of that interests you, or there's something specific you want to see, feel free to send a request via my asks or dms!

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[lyrenminth]

Completely natural JH

Summary: you got your period, and you were ashamed, but Justin was there to comfort you. 

You woke up, stretching your body like a lazy cat. Justin was still sleeping, looking all innocent that made your heart ache in tenderness. When you move the sheets, you felt it between your legs. You raised the sheets slowly, praying to find them clean, but the red stain in your pijamas and bed were so clear like a murder scene.

You closed your eyes, panic running through your system. This has never happened before! You should have checked your calendar! What an idiot! 

This was Justin's bed, and you knew who clean he was .You tried to make the less sound possible, but Justin opened his eyes when you were about to leave the bed. You quickly covered yourself again, smiling in pain. The cramps were getting stronger too.

"What?" he asked, sleepy. 

"Nothing, babe. Go back to sleep" you tried to play it cool but your nervous tone wasn't cooperating.

"Are you ok?" his genuine concern made you feel worse. How did you explain to him without dying from embarrassment? Yeah, periods were natural, but bleeding your boyfriend’s sheets was unexpected.

"Uh, I actually not" you said, feeling your face burn.

"What happened?" You gave him a shacky smile. "I just got my period, babe and... I-I stained the sheets, and I'm sorry I'll clean them"

He frowned, and sat on the bed. "Are you having cramps?"

"Yes, but I can deal with it" you said, refusing to look at him. "I'm sorry I’ll clean them”

"Don't apologize, it's natural. I don't care, it's just blood" he explained, looking at you. "You should take a shower while I put the sheets to wash" his attention made your eyes watery.

 "I'm a little bit ashamed" you confessed, crying.

"Honey, I don't care. I truly don't, it's not your fault, those things happen, it's a completely natural process" he said, his hand touching your face, he was sincere "Let me help you, ok?" you nodded. He stood up, and help you to do so. "Go to get a shower, I will take these" His face was blank when he saw the stains, like it was nothing. He removed the sheets and folded them, then put them in the laundry basket. You have to hide your face from embarrassment. You were grateful he wasn't making a fuss about it. “Go, and take a shower so I can help your with your clothes too”

“Justin it is not necessary” you said, wiping your tears.

“I don’t mind” he said, smiling warmly at you. “I didn’t have sisters but I have a mom”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. Maybe you were worrying a little too much. He wasn’t mad nor shocked. Of course, he was an adult. 

“Do you take any medication for the pain?” he continued. 

“No, I have a heating pad” you stared at each other for a moment. “Thank you, seriously” you stated. 

He flustered, and looked away. “Um...” he cleared his throat “Should I carry you into the shower or what?”

“No” you hurried up, grabbing your things and getting into the bathroom. While you were showering, you hear a knock on the door and the door being open.

“Where do you put your heating pad, love?” you heard him ask “I’ll take your clothes too”

“In the last drawer, it is like a purple bag” you answered, raising your voice. “It is an electric heating pad”

“Got it”

“Thank you” you cried.

You entered the room, feeling refreshed. Justin wasn’t around, so you changed your clothes into comfy pijamas. The bed was unmade, so you put new sheets. Justin appear holding a cup of tea.

"Do you want to lie down?" he asked.

"I want to rest in the living room" you said, taking the cup. "Chamomile, thank you" you got closer to him, stood on your tiptoes to reach his lips but it wasn't enough, so he leaned his head a little bit, and you caught his lips, kissing him slowly, your tongue playing with his for a second. His hands went to your waist, helping your balance. You broke the kiss first, worried you may spill the tea. "You're the sweetest, baby" his eyes glistened in appreciation. "Can you stay with me and watch home renovations?"

He snorted. "If I come to the house and there's is a hole in the wall again..." he started, but you shut him with a peck. Yeah, when you watched home renovations you got all inspired, so renovating the private living room seemed like a good idea back then.

"It is for the art, the change!"

"Yes, when you finish the project" he replied, taking your hand. “Lets go”

You followed him, happily enjoying his attentions. 

[lestappenforever]

I’m gonna have your back here. I love seeing how Max is so sweet around children and it’s beautiful that he has such a good relationship with P. /without/ trying to take the place of her father. He’s been as respectful as he could be regarding the father/daughter relationship she still rightfully have with her dad and I’ll forever cherish the fact that he has been so careful about it.

BUT. As much as I do find cute seeing P. hugging and kissing him as he is streaming, I still find very problematic to see kids constantly putted on social media. I censored a family friend’s kid that I was holding in a pic I sent /privately/ to a friend because I didn’t feel comfortable sharing their face without consent from the mother.

I get that most of the time the pic/video we get are from family gatherings/because P. suddenly get in frame as Max is streaming, and the goal is /not/ to show and parade her around as family vlogs do (it’s disgusting really how some people openly exploit their children like that) BUT still she cannot consent to have her face all over the internet.

Even if in the F1 fandom most of the comments are harmless (all kinda being about max being a positive figure for her or being such a girl “dad” and breaking the circle of violence is father started) there are still a lot of people online who WILL have inappropriate thoughts and reactions toward a /kid/.

I get that this sport has basically become a big media circus thanks (ironically) to DtS, but people still need to remember that drivers are athletes and they are allowed to have a private life, especially concerning their families and KIDS.

I myself am guilty to enjoy watching Charles holding a baby ever so kindly, cuz it makes my heart melt, but as much as I appreciate it in a pure way I DO KNOW that people are not all good hearted and without malice and I’d prefer to not see this things at all then bearing the guilt of giving pedo****s free content.

I am an adult and although I do understand the consequences of posting my face online I still sometimes feel disgusted if my mind lingers too long on what people might do with my pics.

Now imagine growing up and finding out your parents have posted your face everywhere without thinking about consequences and without your consent and you’ll never be able to delete those contents because what internet takes internet will never give back.

So yeah, ok, at least he didn’t show her face but should we really praise him for doing the f bare minimum to protect a child’s privacy? Maybe not.

Anon, this is so well put and I don't really have anything to add to this because you've hit the nail on the head here. And thank you so much for your support!

The only thing I will add is an example that has haunted me since it happened and will continue to haunt me forever: Not too long ago, David Beckham posted a picture on Instagram where his daughter is kissing him on the mouth. An innocent display of affection many children share with their parents. And the comments were flooded with people sexualizing it. I will never be able to unsee some of the comments I saw on that post. If that doesn’t tell you everything you need to know about the fucked up people that lurk on social media and the absolute horror you can potentially subject your child to, then I don't know what does.

It really is true what you said, anon: What internet takes, internet will never give back. This is important for each and every person out there to remember and be mindful of, regardless of age. But it's especially important to remember that when content of children is being posted.

[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

[korasonata]

I think this is just what my blog is now. Model streams have taken over. Sorry, not sorry. Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo paper model streams part 5! (Featuring a heavily sleep deprived Joe)

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Cleo (talking to her cat): Ok. You have had attention. Are you— are you going to go? *pausing* This is the sort of thing I ask Joe. Umm… *laughing*

Joe: Constantly!

Cleo: *laughing* You’ve had your attention, can you go now?

Joe: Can you just not be here. *both laughing*

—

Cleo: Yeah, I have to start gluing things to other things. Badly. And, uh, realizing where I’ve messed up. Which is EVERYWHERE!

Joe: Uh oh.

Cleo (totally not fine): Its fine. It’s fine. I’m fin— how are you Joe?

—

Joe: It makes about as much sense as anything else I do? So…

Cleo: I mean yeah. I mean, I wasn’t gonna say it cause I’m not rude. But, you know.

*both laughing*

Joe: Now you’re just lying to me!

Cleo: *laughing* WOW!! Joe!! My heart is just hurting! Now.

Joe: Mhm.

Cleo: You can tell can’t you, I’m deeply— intensely wounded by that statement that you just made.

—

Joe: I was gonna say, we’re gonna have to call whatever the British version of an ambulance is.

Cleo: Um, I think— and I could be wrong here, the British equivalent of an ambulance is…an ambulance.

Joe: oh, ok that’s really good to know. Cause like, not that I’m planning on getting injured while I’m over there, but like—

Cleo: I mean, if you carry on talking that way you might.

Joe: I mean if I meet you, then there’s a chance that somethings gonna get shoved in my eye or something.

Cleo: Somethings gonna get taken off.

—

Joe: I mean, they say it’s the shotty carpenter that blames his poor tools, but I mean look at this.

—

Cleo (about her bisexual tags on twitch): Hold on, hold on, I need to explain what “visibility” means to bisexuals. Bisexuals are often— um, hidden in the community. They are often, um, not treated as either part of the gay community and the straight community doesn’t really appreciate them either. So, having visibility for bisexuals is very important. As it is for any other place. Also having those tags on your stream show that you are a safe place for those people to go. So, you know, actually labeling those things is important because it shows people that they are not alone. And not being alone? Really important. (To Joe) Sorry, am getting frustrated.

Joe: As somebody who’s been alone for the last year and a half with this stupid isolation, uh, yeah.

Cleo: Yeah! Being alone and not feeling alone is really important.

Joe: If you need to be explained at this point in the pandemic why feeling alone is not good, like I don’t know what to say.

—

Cleo (reading chat): What’s my favourite minecraft mob? Do people have favourite minecraft mobs?

Joe (very tired): Just say whichever mod’s here. Who’s got a sword *scrolling through Cleo’s chat* umm… yeah it’s AnnaBomBanana. Is everyone’s favourite minecraft mod.

Cleo: …moB.

Joe: …MOB! OH!

Cleo: *continuous laughing*

—

Joe: This is gonna go off of the rails further and further. There’s no— there’s no rails anymore! It’s just, somebody has scrawled “here there be dragons” on the ground.

Cleo: I mean, isn’t that pretty much how you live your life anyway?

Joe (high pitched squealing): It kind of is. *laughing continues*

Cleo: You know. Here there be dragons— Sometimes it’s not dragons. Sometimes you might be lucky.

—

Joe: So, like, one thing you can do is after this project you can build tiny dollhouses. And create like a bedroom for each of your tools. And so the knife can just be in the knife room. In the dollhouse. And it can have a knife day.

SILENCE

Cleo: Umm…I’m gonna pretend like what you said made sense.

—

Cleo: I could have said something really nasty then, but I’m not going to. See? I’m growing as a person Joe.

—

Joe: You know what? Hold on, we’re gonna— we’re gonna— at the point where NJ is concerned about my caffeine intake, I’m gonna go get a red bull and I’m gonna take my headphones off before anybody can tell me otherwise, byeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Be right back!!!! *leaves*

Cleo (calling after him): Well done Joe! I believe in you! *narrating* She did not in fact believe in Joe, and was very concerned.

—

Cleo: I know when there’s a bad idea. It’s when Joe has made it. Joe has suggested it, that’s— that’s when you know it’s bad.

—

Joe: I know that there are ways to have computers automatically send invites, but that’s a good way, like, I know there’s a saying like, to error is human, but to screw up like a hundred thousand things all at once—

Cleo: That’s the Joe Hills Difference.

—

Cleo: Ugh, I feel like poop today.

Joe (genuine): I’m sorry.

Cleo (tiredly): No, that’s ok…(groggy) I’ll torment you…later…it’ll make me feel better…

Joe (equally as tired): Yay!

—

Joe (about Cleo and Xisuma): But Cleo, you’re the responsible adult in this scenario, so yeah you probably should have some answers.

Cleo: X is almost as old as I am.

SILENCE

Joe: …it’s a maturity gap?

Cleo: *laughing* Is that why I’m here with you?

Joe: …no.

Cleo: *laughing*

Joe: I say very confidently.

—

Joe (teacher voice): Quantum mechanics is a fundamental theory in physics that provides a description of the physical properties of nature at the scale of atoms and subatomic particles—

Cleo: *flipping him off*

Joe (blissfully unaware): Now classical physics! The collection of theories that existed before the advent of quantum mechanics—

Cleo: *trying to ignore him*

Joe (carrying on): Quantum mechanics differs from classical physics in that energy, momentum, angular momentum, and other quantities of a bound system are restricted to discreet values—

Cleo: *fingers drumming impatiently*

Joe (still going): Now! Quantum mechanics arose gradually from theories to explain observations which could not be reconciled with classical physics—

Cleo: *physically going through all 5 stages of grief*

Joe: (insert continuously long string of rambling science here)

Cleo: *mutes Joe*

—

Cleo (responding to her partner in chat): You have the movie poster for Dora the Explorer? Cam, I’m suddenly questioning our relationship now.

Joe: Uh oh.

Cleo: *laughing*

Joe: Yeah, I knew I was gonna get blamed for that eventually.

—

Cleo (frustrated): I’m gonna kill someone. And since the person who made and designed this castle isn’t here…(trailing off) Hi Joe.

Joe (accepted his fate): Hello.

—

Joe: Have you ever officiated a wedding?

Cleo: No I haven’t. Why, do you want me to?

—

Joe: Oh! Oh! I found my cross stitch the other day!

Cleo: Oh cool!

Joe: *rummaging in the background* Yeah, so, I don’t know if you’ve seen this before—

Cleo (excitedly): ShowMeShowMeShowMeShowMe!!!

—

Joe (reading chat): Am I excited for Minecraft Live? Umm…

SILENCE

Joe: You know, so much of life is minecraft, but you know, maybe this is just a step too far. You know? Um, I think Mojang asked if they could and never stopped to ask if they should. Um, you know, I think their decision in particular to clone dinosaurs at the event as part of their Jurrassic Park, uh, map thing that they put out— which, also, it’s not even like the Jurrassic Park movies are really for kids, but here’s— here’s Minecraft with Jurrassic Park in it, and also we’re gonna clone a bunch of dinosaurs for this livestream, it’s like *groaning*. I dunno. I’m dubious. I think it’s gonna backfire. Ya know, there’s like 4 cautionary films about why you don’t clone dinosaurs. And they’re just jumping in feet first. So…but, you know, I’d like to be wrong about this. Maybe it’ll go great.

Cleo: …are you having a moment Joe?

—

Cleo (reading chat): “when the arts and crafts streams become Cleo with a scream mask” I am not X. I am not X, I promise you I’m not X. I just don’t have a face.

Joe: Heh

Cleo: And if I was— hang on I’ll be back in a second.

Joe: …wait, did you just realize that you do have a scream mask?

Cleo: No, I have a better mask. *leaves*

SILENCE

Joe: *watching Cleo’s stream intensely*

—

Cleo: Are we seriously doing guillotine jokes right now? I’m not saying I disapprove, but

Joe: yeah, we say “Giatine”

Cleo: That’s ok, you can be wrong.

Joe: …It’s a french word.

Cleo: And? You’re allowed to be wrong.

Joe: …*deep sigh*

—

Joe: It’s funny too. Because people will tell me that I don’t seem like a very— like, mostly my coworkers. Like, would tell me that I didn’t seem like a particularly emotional person.

Cleo: *bursts out laughing*

—

Joe: Yeah, I feel like I didn’t make a lot of…visible progress today…but…it’s fine…

Cleo: I made progress for both of us Joe.

Joe (tiredly): Thank you Cleo… (resting head against the ring light)

SILENCE

Cleo (tenderly): …You’re welcome.

[sparrowsocks]

Yea I’m just gonna say it. I appreciate scar so fucking much as someone who is losing their mobility. It is actually concerning how just the though of him, a disabled adult living his life, can make me feel so calmed and hopeful for my own future.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully say how much I appreciate him. For the time I’ve been slowly losing my ability he has always been an anchor for me to just know I’ll be ok.

Also for all the artists who draw him with a wheelchair or cane just know I love you so much.

[pianostarinwonderland]

ok so hi, i'm just passing by here, thoroughly confused and scared.

"It’s fine to be uncomfortable about shipping Malleus or Leona with the younger students. I respect the opinion. "

isn't it common sense to be uncomfy with adult x minor ships? 😭 it's not just an opinion because in what world or country think that, for example, a 14 year old and 18 year is ok? they're in different stages in life, what do they have in common?

"However, there have been instances where people who have shipped those two with younger characters have been harassed. There have been people who have shamed those shippers. It doesn’t just go for shipping third years with first years."

while yes, i understand that harassing them is wrong, they need to be informed that their ships are questionable and wrong. and if they dont like what they hear, welp, some people dont take it well 🚶‍♀️

"More often than not, people have shamed adults in their 20s for shipping themselves with the students."

now i am not going to sugar coat this, but what the actual fuck? 😁 what do they want from 16-17 year olds? i would be ok if its with lilia or malleus and the other 18 yr olds to an extent but WHAT? why do ppl in their 20s wanna be in the woohoo stage with kids? 😭 i'm 17 and i cant even look at a 15 year old in a romantic light. it's creepy, dont even say its ok.

so yes, here's my point of view in the issue, i am not intending to sound arrogant but this needs to be said 😭

[Reply to here!]

Hi anon! I thank you for the honesty in the ask. It’s well appreciated!!

First of all, the whole point of what I said was to point out the hypocrisy of those people who say “first years x third years shouldn’t be shipped together” but then pair their 16-year old first year OC/sona to a third year.

Secondly, I understand being uncomfortable with shipping adults and minors. In real life, shipping real people in general is a big no-no, as it really hurts the people involved in the ship. But I want to take this time to respond to your concerns and share my views on the topic, not because I want to argue with you, but because I think this is an important discussion that needs to be brought up. You’re free to disagree with me even after you read through this.

I’ll begin by clarifying: For the whole people over 20 ship themselves with the characters, I think I should rephrase that because that was not worded well and I’m sorry about that. 😅💀 When I said that, I meant that people would create self-inserts of themselves or OCs as students in NRC to be with the other students. It’s not older people preying on minors irl >_>

That would be them exploring the world of Twisted Wonderland. What sort of interactions can they have with the characters? How would this character react to their sona or OC, etc? And this is okay.

In fiction, there’s no real harm done to anyone because the people in the ship are just pixels. Sure, you can come at me and say, “But that’s going to make you think that it’s okay to be lewd to minors, and it’s going to validate p*dos! Fiction does affect reality!” But in truth, it is on the responsibility of the individual to distinguish what is fiction and what is reality. It’s the individual who decides to have the kinds of mindsets that they have. Take the classic violence in movies example: people can watch and enjoy movies that have violence and gore in them and still speak up against actual violence done to real people in real life.

Think about all the novels that are on the shelf, the movies being sold, the shows on Netflix. Most of the stories are written by adults. They could be stories depicting violence, stories depicting high school life, so on and so forth. There are going to be stories that would depict “bad things” to you. Does that mean that those writers advocate for violence or being naughty towards kids? No. Fiction is always used to express and share something. Share a story, share a lesson, share something that is part of human life, share the fantasies in people’s heads. Of course, it’s important to note that we should not glorify things that are immoral. Like, we’re not going to say yes to murder because that’s a no-no. But glorifying is different from sharing or expressing.

Fiction isn’t going to just make people p*dos or murderers. If they have that mindset of “oh it’s okay to kill people” or “oh it’s ok to sexualize minors”, that’s already a mindset that they possess, not something that fiction caused. If people are going to copy the fictional thing into their actual lives, then either they are that impressionable or there is something wrong with the way they think. If able to, it’s recommended that they seek professional help.

I think it’s important to say here that just because 18 is the legal age, that does not mean you now have to be an adult, be a caretaker of a bunch of 17 year olds and younger, pay your bills, do important adult things like finding the best laundry machine. No, if anything, having the mindset that “oh an 18 year old shouldn’t get together with a 16 year old even in fiction” can feed into the bigger mindset that you now have to be an adult who can’t have fun because you’re putting this barrier between being a child and being an adult.

Also, I don’t know if 14 year olds are middle school age or high school in some countries, but here in the Philippines, 14 and 18 year olds are in high school (Grade 8 and Grade 12 respectively). And people in high school get into lots of things. 😂 Like one time, there was an incident in my high school where two highschoolers of those ages were making out in school. Not to say that I condone making out in school, I’m just sharing this because stuff like this happens in real life, and we have to accept that things that we don’t agree with do actually happen. And while in real life, there would be consequences, at least in fiction, people can safely explore these types of topics without any repercussions.

About telling people that their ships are “questionable and wrong”, pretty much most of what I said in the above is already a reply to that. But I’ll be frank with you. That in itself is already a form of harassment. Think: you’re going up to a stranger just to tell them that them shipping these two characters is wrong. It’s rude, and people need to be aware of that.

Reminding people to not ship actual people is okay because countless people who have been shipped have voiced out that they have been harmed by it, and we need to respect that. And I say remind because you shouldn’t just go “oi you’re being gross by shipping these two people, gtfo” because that’s rude. But to tell people not to ship two characters just because it’s “wrong or questionable” in your eyes can be harassment, especially if you call them disgusting or spread word that they are disgusting people for supporting the ships you disapprove of. To add, people may have their reasons for diving into such ships. Maybe they use those ships as a way to cope with or express something that they went through in their life, or they use those ships as a way to explore the thought processes of these characters in such a situation. We can’t judge why people ship those ships, and as long as no one is hurt over what they do, just ignore those people if you don’t like what they do.

I hope this clears up confusion. 😅 I don’t know if I ever quelled any fears, but this is my point of view on things, and I hope you understand. I respect your opinion on the matter, and I’m glad you didn’t attack me for what I wrote. You’re free to disagree with me, even send me an ask in reply, but I won’t change my stance on this topic.

[cricktoon]

I didn’t like cgi season 3.

My long list of grievances:

What the fuck.

-They spend the entire first episode complaining about the snakes.

-They give the enemy snakes names without actually establishing them, just expecting us to catch on.

-The release of the snake men was the biggest concern at the end of the last season, other than Rampage’s first appearance. It ends up being as easy as. He-Man beating them up.

-The snake men aren’t even related to what Skeletor intends to do in the end- why did we spend an entire season building them up, again?

-Several characters who reacted to the snake men are not shown for several episodes. Continuity error #1.

-The weird ‘sibling’ thing they had going with Krass and Skeletor. It was… uncomfortable?

-None of the characters seem to know what their motivations are. You can establish this without making it confusing. They did not. The evil warriors in particular just disappearing and reappearing for no reason, which is just lazy writing. You can acknowledge that these characters no longer know what they’re going for in a way that isn’t just having them verbally say “what’s going on here?” Also lazy writing.

-It is completely unclear what is going on until like… episode 4. How are kids supposed to follow along with any of this?? I was confused, and I’m an adult!

-Almost all the stakes in this season are completely different from stakes established in the past seasons. Characters are just completely written out to make room for what feels like hours of He-Man and Randor aimlessly wandering and complaining, and all of the brand new stakes that weren’t There previously. Like Havoc He-Man (don’t worry I’ll get to him.)

-Webstor’s weird deification of Stratos. Don’t like that.

-COLONIZER KING GRAYSKULL???? “He brought us culture.” FUCK YOU????????

-ELDRESS COMMITTED GENOCIDE????????? OK??????????????? I’M GLAD SHE’S DEAD NOW!!!!!!!! DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!

-Eldress’s death felt like it didn’t even matter. No one mourns her and all we get is a half-baked explanation from the Sorceress on how they were apparently the same person the entire time. All of that buildup of her coming back and Teela looking up to her and trying to keep her alive all while not knowing who she was…. For what? There was nothing? Teela just says “it’s fine I’m not sad about it!” Then WHAT was all that buildup for???

-This kind of thing happens several times. Reveals and plot points are built up then completely squandered or rushed in this season. There are so many examples I can’t even think of them all.

-And now Mer-Man is also dead. No one mourns him- the last of his species who were exploited and murdered by the people who were supposed to be the good guys. What kind of message is that going to send to little kids.

-Havoc He-Man. Yeah we knew it was coming, but I feel like the buildup only came from the beginning of season 3. All of his dialogue is really grating. I guess it’s supposed to be- but it still is. It just feels like such a left turn. Like “oh we gotta deal with this now” and again, it’s a new problem this season presents that does not last long at all but still pushes away other problems that the characters have been dealing with since season 1. I could be wrong but that’s how my memory serves me.

-They only bring the heroic warriors (Stratos, Webstor, Mosquitara, and sigh. Gary.) back when He-Man needed their encouragement. I know motu has a lot of characters to work with, and it must have been difficult to fit everything and everyone in with the episodes they were allotted. But it was just sort of a bummer for me personally. Especially because Stratos was exiled from the main group for how he behaved though no one spoke to him about it, then cites this as a learning experience as a part of the reason he appreciates He-Man so much. It felt… not good.

-ORK-0 getting completely written out of the story and only brought back for plot convenience. He was an active agent in season 2, and there was really no reason why he shouldn’t have been there with the other characters for this part of the story. He reacted to the snake men being released at the end of season 2, then did not appear for a full five episodes. GARY, the most irritating character in the entire show, was brought back before him. GARY. It’s part of a reoccurring problem I’ve noticed with Orko’s character in general. If you notice, he gets written out very often, not just here. It’s happened in 200x and Revelation too. Because he’s different, and cannot fight the same ways as the other characters, if the writers can’t think of a way for him to be there along with the other heroes, then he just isn’t. And that’s exactly what happens here. I should probably make a separate post about this- but for now it’s too many words and thoughts to get together all at once. I am probably biased, but in this case, objectively, I think it’s not good to have one of your main characters just… disappear to live with the other versions of himself.

-While I’m at it, Man-E-Faces was all but completely written out, as well. The most interesting and compelling character in season 2- just. Completely written out except for 2 half scenes and a flashback. I know it’s a matter of my own opinion but that made me so sad.

-The legs thing. I will not explain further because it was a horrible vision from my nightmares that I do not wish to recount. You probably know what I mean.

-The body swapping thing seemed like an actual thing that would happen that Orko had to fix, but it still feels like a thing that happens a lot in western cartoons. So it wasn’t my favorite.

-Duncan has no purpose in this season other than to make clichéd quips and one-liners. Then near the end they’re like ‘oh what’s his thing? Oh I got it, he’s a builder.’ What does that even mean? Why can’t found family just be his thing? Isn’t that what they were going for? The kid didn’t even know what a birthday was!!!! But no he’s a builder, and that’s the big endgame reveal for his character. I just found it lame and pointless.

-The scene with Evil-Lyn and Krass kinda bothered me. Like, Lyn is crying because she doesn’t know what kind of villain she was anymore, but then she goes on to give Krass advice? It didn’t really seem as if she was in any place to do that. It just felt kinda weird.

-The 2 second goop threat that is brought about and solved with a Wall. Yet another problem built up really high then solved almost immediately.

-The zombification of Beast Man was just kind of uncomfortable.

-The sword of power did not reject Skeletor like it had He-Man when he had the havoc. Another plot inconsistency.

-All Skeletor does once he’s Bigger is put his face on some rocks. C’mon guy, you can do better than that.

-I don’t even remember most of the final battle. Does that mean anything.

-I was fine with the way they solved the issue, with the “power of grayskull being inside them all along” but I didn’t understand Cringer’s “I’m a protector, not a predator.” Felt like something they just made up for him, it would have been fine if he had just said he was a protector. After all, Duncan’s a builder.

-Skeletor’s arm was chopped off, then is completely restored as white bread Keldor. How do they hope to write another season now, without Skeletor? Is it just gonna be about Hordak now? I mean call me a hater but I just think that’s kinda lame.

And that isn’t even all of it. I’m not really willing to rewatch it because it was so soul-achingly disappointing to me, but if I did I’m sure I would find more. It just had that many problems. Don’t get me wrong, there were things I liked. But as a whole I did not enjoy this season. It was unpleasant, it was crammed, it was for the most part not funny, and it made otherwise noble and compelling characters either unlikeable, uninteresting, or unimportant.

[blackbat05]

I need a break

Shangqi x Reader (Platonic) 

A/N: I feel like I’m loosing steam towards the end of my placement and wow I have never needed a break this badly before. Perhaps a short Shangqi x Reader imagine where they are both University students. Seriously at this rate I’ll just be solely a Shangqi writer HAHAHA. Doing this on my phone because I don’t want to open my work computer. Let’s see where this impromptu idea takes me to. Hope you enjoy it and as always like and comment if you wish!

Genre: PG-13

Warnings: None really, just friends supporting each other! I guess there’s an inaccurate timeline if you look at the MCU but hey this is an imagine plus if you look at some of the wiki pages, Shangqi is actually born in 1998/1999. So appreciate if you’re kind enough to go with the flow to read this comfort fic! 

‘Y/N!’ Shangqi rushes to catch up with you after class. You made an effort to conceal your tiredness but he saw it right through. ‘Gosh…you alright?’

You think to yourself. Were you really alright? The answer was pretty obvious. You were ten weeks into your placement and your emotions were a jumbled up mess. Having to deal with work responsibilities was one problem, school assignments were another issue all together. At this point, you felt like you were just getting through each week for the sake of it.

At first, you believed that what you were going through was simply a transition to becoming an adult. You thought that naturally, you would be able to persevere through the stressful periods by yourself. But of course, it has been hard.

You were a social work intern at a neighborhood youth centre, thirty minutes away if you took the train and bus. The work was fulfilling in it’s own ways, but recently there were self-doubts filling your brain, if you were really cut out for the job in the future. If you weren’t, what else could you do?

As you sat with Shangqi in the school’s student-ran cafe, you found yourself pouring out the exact same concerns to him. Credit to him, Shangqi never interrupted your monologue, he just simply listened. That’s what best friends were for. That’s what you did for him to when he ran into issues with his family.

Even then, he couldn’t deny that hearing you doubt yourself broke his heart. He had known you since high school. You mostly kept to yourself and one or two close friends. Despite joining the school’s athletic team where you were one of the main athletes, you preferred to stay in the shadows unlike some of your teammates. That didn’t stop you from going out of your way to help other students in need; like helping the girl who was in an arm cast to copy the social studies notes, even if it meant you had to do it twice. Or maybe just talking to a friend who was stressed out about their results.

Basically, you had studied your ass off to get a secured spot at this university who were only one of the few that offered the degree. He remembers you telling him the moment you got your offer, ‘I’m finally good at something. I don’t have to worry anymore!’

Shangqi wasn’t stupid. The pandemic had done some crazy things. And by crazy, it affected the self-esteem that you had been working so hard on by participating in various projects and events, with you being in charge of a drama production that was promoting on mental health. That was a big deal considering that you were a major introvert.

Online engagement was never easy. In fact he has heard some of your struggles that you’ve shared with him regarding this and it only makes him admire you even more. For someone who preferred to keep to themselves, stepping out of one’s comfort zone, to take on a role that wasn’t just simply about helping people - that took guts.

‘I’m sorry I’m just loading you with all this. I just feel…’ You trailed off, suddenly becoming emotional again. Again, Shangqi does not pry. ‘That I can’t do anything right.’ You emphasize that you had ended the statement for you were unsure that you could keep your cool if you had tried to continue on.

‘If I hear you saying sorry another time,’ he chides, ‘you’re paying for our meal later.’ Your lips curved upwards slightly before returning to its somber position. Shangqi decides that a meal won’t cut it. He needs to deploy ‘Operation Y/N’. Standing up with your buzzer to collect the food, Shangqi whips out his phone. There will be a few changes for today.

Food was definitely a cure in this situation, but it was only a part of the solution. After inhaling your ramen at light speed, Shangqi tells you that today will be a different Friday. ‘And you can’t complain! It’ll be a weekend tmr,’ he tells you. So why not? You figured that even if you went back home early, your head wouldn’t be in the right place to complete the essay for your English module.

‘Hold up! The VR studio that Katy was talking about?’ You look at the tickets inside the taxi that was taking you and Shangqi to the location. ‘How did you even, it was so hard to get these tickets!’ From the time Shangqi met you outside the classroom, he had yet to see you so ecstatic. Until now.

‘Well,’ Shangqi gives his best shrug. ‘I called in a favor from a friend. Said that it was for emergency purposes.’ He raised his fingers to make connotations in the air much to your amusement.

‘Wow… just how much do I not know about you Mr Popular?’ You teased. Shangqi decides to leave the fact on him having to persuade the Wakandan Princess in giving him free tickets.

‘Please! I swear whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it! It’s for Y/N!’

‘Ey well why didn’t you say so? If it’s for that nice friend, of course!’ Shuri leaves the entrance of the compound, an exasperated Shangqi trailing behind.

Yeah, the VR studio that Katy told them about was also funded by King T’Challa himself. With stunning life like visuals thanks to Wakandan technology, the VR studio was located in a middle class neighborhood. T’Challa believed that no matter where kids came from, they should have the right to enjoy and to explore the world. For now, he wasn’t ready to share that he was on the way on becoming a full-fledged Avenger yet - you just had too much on your plate. He’ll just have to settle with this white lie.

‘Is Katy coming?’ You were on the verge of vibrating off your seat. ‘She would love this place!’ Even when you were struggling, Y/N still manages to think about other people. Today, Y/N will put her needs first.

As if to answer your previous question, you can see an equally excited Katy waiting for the two of you at the roundabout. ‘HEL-LO EVERYONE! LET’S GET OUR FRIDAY STARTED IN PROPER SHALL WE?’ Her loud voice had attracted stares, some very displeased looks too but at this point in time, you didn’t give a damn. Katy was right, it was time to enjoy!

You wished that you could slow down time, or even replay it continuously when you needed cheering up because the only thing you felt was pure happiness - euphoria even. Your stomach was in knots for laughing hysterically together with Katy when Shangqi jumped in shock from a surprise scare from a zombie. ‘I’m keeping that for leverage,’ she tells you, quietly slipping her phone into her fanny pack. 

The Wakandans had really outdone themselves this time. Your favorite VR was the paradise VR. Slipping the headgear, you say goodbye to the smiles of Katy and Shangqi, whisking away to a beach that oddly reminded you of your dream destination - Hawaii. From where you were standing, you were surrounded by green and majestic islands. Despite their sheer size, you weren’t intimidated. In fact, you were healing. 

Your mind was no longer in the room of the VR studio. How could it when the sun kissed your skin, giving you the much needed energy that you were lacking for so long? In the room, the two sees you kick your shoes to the side, going barefoot. It may have seem strange, but with the monitor beside you, your actions were perfectly logical. 

As a kid, you used to despise the prickly feeling of sand in between your toes. But now, you grew to love the sensation that each grain of sand had on your skin. It made you feel grounded, that everything was going to be ok. You raise your virtual hand to touch your face - were you crying? 

‘She must have been really stressed huh?’ Katy whispers to Shangqi who nods in return. How he hated the fact that you were giving so much to your work but still felt underappreciated. Forget the Avengers with superhuman abilities, you were the true MVP. The VR ends and you remove your headgear. ‘I’m ok,’ you automatically reassure them despite the dry tears left on both cheeks. You step down the platform slowly, trying to regain sense of the real world. 

What you didn’t expect was the two embracing you in a hug, squishing you in between them. Maybe that had set off the waterworks. For someone like Katy, she had sage advice.

‘Life can be pretty shitty right? But I’m so proud of you fighting it Y/N. Just remember that it’s ok to be weak. I mean, I’ve seen worse from Shangqi,’ she jabs her finger towards his direction, earning a glare from him. That’s Katy, always trying to add a bit of humor to this grey world. Calming down, you let go of the both of them. ‘Thanks guys, for everything.’ 

‘Hey,’ Shangqi responds, slinging his arm over your shoulder. ‘We’re friends, so we don’t leave each other behind.’ Phone beeping, he retrieves it to check the message. ‘And look at that, nice timing. Who wants Korean BBQ?’ 

Trailing behind them, you get an amusing view of Shangqi bickering with Katy on how many Soju bottles she’s allowed to order later. As San Francisco welcomed the night, you were just thankful that you had the two of them to walk through this crazy maze called life. 

‘Last one to the shop is paying!’ 

‘Oh you’re on Mister!’  

A/N: I really just think that this was also an imagine for me to cope too. So I can only hope to finish my placement/assignments/exams well! To anyone who does studies and work simultaneously, I fucking respect you (allow me to use expletives for now, these people deserve the respect). If you’re going through a stressful time, I hope this brings the slightest comfort for you and remember… YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Again, thank you for reading! 

[lilacprincessofrecovery]

A Stark Halloween Party // Tony Stark x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1788 Warning: Light insecurity

There's this one girl. She wasn't a girl. She was a woman. She was bigger than other women. She was different. She loved herself. That's what drew big time tech billionare Tony Stark to her. He liked that she was confident. She was sometimes sarcastic under her breath when she thought no one could hear her. Tony realized that she was very similar to him. Tony didn't treat her like he treated Pepper. Pepper had actually decided to go to a law firm instead of working with Tony.

He knew y/n would be slower than Pepper in heels. He would only order her to stand beside him and write his work notes while he was in his lab. She would make him laugh. That wasn't easy for him since the New York incident. He loved to see her every day at 10am. Being confident was a great thing to be around Tony Stark.

Another thing about him, Tony always loved parties. No disaster would get him down when it came to a celebration or charity. Halloween was a big shen-dig for him. He was a man who liked costumes, too. He made everyone's costumes better yet he had someone else make the costumes; not that he didn't have an idea of the costumes but he couldn't sew. He decided after the computer generated the costumes to go and switch them up himself and give everyone Tony Stark appointed costumes.

He had called everyone in the compound to the main conference room. Everyone was surprised that Tony called everyone since there was nothing on the news or on the tv monitors hanging around the place, lately. He explained that he wanted to throw a Halloween bash. He started giving everyone their costumes and that their outfits will be sent to them when they get made. It was 2 weeks until Halloween. He could do it. He even thought about making them dress up as each other but after he chuckled about that he decided to go with traditional costumes.

Tony named off announcing the costumes explaining he used a generator so they won't guess he chose legitimately to give him and y/n similar matching costumes. or get annoyed if they didn't like the costumes he picked.

Steve. Sailor.

Natasha. Angel.

Y/n. Princess.

Clint. Ghost Face.

Thor. Pro Wrestler.

Peter Parker. Vampire.

Sam. Police Officer.

Scott. Devil.

Rhodey. Storm Trooper.

Wanda. Jessica Rabbit. (Mostly because of the hair)

Vision. Michael Myers.

Bucky. Werewolf.

Happy. Superman.

Loki. Plague Doctor.

and himself. Prince Charming.

It was a bit harder than he thought to give them all costumes. They all practically live in costumes. He chose the most ironic costumes he could. He however made sure he and y/N were matching. He wouldn't tell he didn't generate the costumes. Only FRIDAY knows.

Once everyone got their costumes, they're of course was arguements of why they got the costume they got. Tony rolled his eyes. "Deal with it." He smiled at y/N and went and left to go to his office. He ordered a famous designer to create the costumes except the princess one. He wanted to design that one himself.

"I can't believe I'm even coming to this party," Loki complained.

"Your face will be covered, Brother," Thor responded.

Loki groaned.

"I am stronger than any wrestler," Thor thinks. "I do not trust technology."

Steve looked at Natasha. "I considered joining the marines. I preferred to be an army soldier though."

Natasha was in shock and crossed her arms. "I am no angel. I would rather be a ninja."

Steve chuckles, "Tony's not going to change his mind."

Natasha rolled her eyes, "I blame the computer more than him."

Wanda looked to Steve and Natasha, "My costume is the most sexist outfit..."

Vision looks at her with a soft smile, "I would love to see you in that costume."

Wanda then forgets all her worries about being so sexy and caresses his cheek, "You ok with your costume babe?"

Vision nods, "I will wear whatever is given. I haven't ever celebrated Halloween before."

Wanda smiles, "Ok."

Vision tilts his head, "Who is Michael Myers?"

Wanda calmly describes the psycho to him.

Vision thinks, "I see..." He said that a lot.

Scott looks to Clint, "I'm just glad to be a part of this team."

Clint nodded, "I was going to take my kids trick-or-treating this year..."

Scott laughed, "Well maybe it won't be on actual Halloween."

Clint nodded, "Hope so." He wasn't too fond of his costume. The devil? Really? He disapproved.

Natasha looked at Clint, "Really? you think you got it bad? I've never worn a dress before. A white one at that."

"Computers aren't against you," Happy interrupted Nat and Clint.

Happy liked the idea of being Superman. Finally, he is a superhero like everyone else around him.

Happy looked at Peter who was over excited for being invited to his first Avenger/Tony/"Adult" party. "Are you alright kid?"

Peter nods and flops down on the couch. "Oh yeah. I am excited! I also love that Tony is making our costumes. He always makes me great costumes. You think I can invite MJ? and/or Ned? Do you think Mr. Stark would mind?"

Happy shrugged, "I don't think he would mind."

Bucky was quiet standing in a corner not caring either which way. but trying to think of what a werewolf costume would look like.

Rhodey thought a storm trooper would be cool. Star Wars is a classic afterall.

Sam was neutral about his outfit. He didn't care one way or another about being a police officer. He was trying to imagine himself in it. He could be a police officer. He loved helping people and saving the day. He felt like a police officer anyway. Just with the metal wings.

y/N was being quiet. She was worried now that her costume wouldn't fit once Tony gives it to her. Talk about embarassing. She hurriedly rushed up to her room to avoid anyone else. She wasn't an insecure person since middle school. She was surprised her confidence was currently faltering.

"Looks like the computer thinks you and I should match," She bumps into Tony.

"Tony... I didn't see you... sorry," y/n told him.

"Are you alright?" Tony arched his brow.

"I was wondering if... maybe I could pick my own costume. I mean I'll still be a princess... I just..."

"What are you afraid of... you don't want to match with me?"

"Tony... I'm not feeling well. I am going to my room," She left.

"Hmm... hey... y/N, wait!" Tony didn't understand why she wasn't happy or glad they matched.

She looked in the mirror and immediately went to bed after sighing loudly. She needed to get her mind off of the party. She wasn't even happy that she was even invited to one of the biggest shen-digs of the year.

She was very quiet during her work the following days. Tony was concerned. He had FRIDAY keep an eye on her for him. She was just anxious and didn't try to keep up with him anymore. She wasn't even wearing heels anymore.

The costumes came in from the designer. Tony already had everyone's measurements so he had sent them out. He didn't have y/n's so he tried scientifically to decide the size of her costume. She would never tell him or let him near her with a measuring tape. She would rather disappear than have ANY of the Avenger's Family know her size, especially Tony. She had a crush on her boss. Who wouldn't? He was Tony Freaking Stark. Tall, dark, handsome, rich, smart, and a superhero.

Everyone is glad how their costumes turned out. They fit just right and were amazing. Tony definitely appreciated the styles and the designs worth every penny. Everyone was happy with their costumes.

The night of the party y/n didn't come to the party hall. He went to her room and knocked on the door. She was crying on the edge of her bed with the dress in her lap, makeup running down her cheeks. "Why aren't you dressed?"

"I can't fit it."

"W... did you try it on?" She shrugs then sighs and shakes her head. "No..."

Tony just stared at her. "O....k. Come on I'll help you. If I have to wear poofy sleeves you have to wear the poofy dress."

She blushed nodding and stood up and he helped her dress into her costume, sucking in her stomach as much as she could so he doesn't see her 'girth'.

As a Prince and Princess, Tony and the reader smiling

"You look sexy in that costume," Tony smiled softly at her.

She blushed deep, "You're drunk and that's inappropriate Mr. Stark..."

"Call me Tony. Please... You've been here for 6 months... You're always with me. You know me better than anyone... You have pretty hair, y/n... and such soft, delicate figure... You are so beautiful. Now will you come downstairs and be with me at the party?"

She giggled, "We are at the party."

He smiled, "I made sure we matched."

"What...really?"

He nodded, "I wanted to be with you. I chose all the costumes. The generator was just me. Don't tell." He laughed. "You are my date on purpose."

y/N's eyes widened, "You wanted me to look like a giant marshmallow?"

Tony looked offended, "I wanted you to be mine."

"Wait... like me... and you?"

"Me and you..."

"What why? I'm not as hot as the other women you..."

"NEVER say you are less than anyone else. Where's the y/N I am used to that doesn't care what others think about how she looks? and Especially bimbos from my past. They don't matter. It's the past. This is the future." He takes her hand and puts a palm against her palm and smiles down at her.

" You know... you are such a catch. I'm attracted to you and all your beauty and snark. Yeah, I notice you. You have an old timey type of beauty like a princess... and I am your Prince. Well, I would call myself a King. You do everything for me. You know me better than anyone has ever..."

"He is so egotistical," Bucky said.

Tony rolled his eyes. "She is a Queen. My queen; not a princess."

Steve smiled soft. "She is sweet as can be. Princess was a perfect outfit for her. She better watch out for him. He will corrupt her." He laughs.

y/n grinned wide at Tony insecurities all gone and leans up and kisses him. "My Tony?"

"My y/N..." Tony kisses back passionately.

Everyone claps.

[thompsonstessa-moved]

'Teraz Rock' Interview - english translation

A well know polish magazine about rock music 'Teraz Rock' (Now Rock) had an interview with Måneskin, and since one of the polish fans on FB shared pictures of the magazine, I decided to translate the interview, because I loved some of the stuff they said there! :D

As always, the whole thing is under read more. ;)

Maneskin is not only ‘Zitti e buoni’ and their winning performance in Rotterdam during the recent finale of Eurovision Song Contest. Italian band fits perfectly into the trend of rock restorers, and at the same time fights with the mental narrowness, prejudices and homophobia. On August 19th they will play In Park Kolibki In Gdynia.

I: You started by playing on the streets of Rome…

V: Unfortunately, there is not a lot of possibilities to debut in Rome. Rome is lacking the appropriate places, there are almost no rock shows. So we couldn’t find a place where we could show ourselves to the people. So we decided to play on the streets to gain the following, the listeners. We did that for good few months. And we had a lot of fun doing that. We think it really helped us, too. Because when you play on the streets, you don’t play for someone who came to listen to you. You need to attract people’s attention. So it was a great lesson on stage skills, to keep the attention. And we played many hours each day, so we also evolved as musicians, as a band.

I: Is it true that you had issues with police? V, D, T, E: Yes, that’s true!! (laugh)

D: It was all because of this old lady, that lived on the first floor, near the place where we used to play. She snitched on us! And sometimes police came and tried to get us to leave.

I: They didn’t arrest you?

D: No, it wasn’t that bad.

V: We were 16 back then. We just went all ‘We swear we won’t do it again!’ (laugh). We hid somewhere for 10 minutes….

D: Went around the block….

V: And played again (laugh).

I: You admited that at first you were shy. How did it happen that you gained so much self-confidence? Do you think one has to be self-confident if they want to show the world that they have something to say in music, in art?

V: It is important, but its more about feeling good with yourself and having fun doing what you do, rather than confronting the world. I think that if you lack confidence, you can’t fully enjoy creating, because you keep thinking ‘What the other will think about it?’. But everyone has to go through this phase. In my opinion, self-confidence is not something you’re born with. Everyone has the moments of hesitation and doubt. I have them too, still. And I think that’s perfectly normal. But you need to learn to appreciate yourself, accept yourself the way you are, because you can’t run away from yourself. We have whole life with ourselves, until the day we die (laugh).

I: Damiano, in one of the interviews you said ‘What we say, can change someone way of thinking’. Do you want to influence your audience? Artist like Chuck Berry or AC/DC just had fun on stage.

D: We also have fun on stage. But now, when we’re well known, we can get to many people, especially young ones. And there’s a chance, that if we say something positive to them, we could help them with their problems, that they can’t fight on their own. For example – like Vic said – we can help them gain more self-confidence and make them feel safer in the world around them. I’ll say this: if as a musician you have something to share with others, do it. But if you just want to have fun playing, that’s OK too.

T: Exactly.

I: Your behaviour on stage is often the reason for homophobic attacks. What would you say to homophobes here in Poland?

V: Fuck them!!!

T: Fuck them!

E: Fuck them, fuck them! (laughing)

D: Maybe not so vulgar.....

T: Fuck them!

D: For sure they should open up more, get rid of prejudices. Make a step forward. Free themselves from the old way of thinking. Let the others live however they want.

I: You debuted in 2017 with EP ‘Chosen’ with two of your own songs and few covers. Even tho you were so young, you already came off as mature musicians with a set style…

V: Thanks, but I don’t think so (laugh).

D: I don’t think we would agree with that.

E: We wouldn’t agree with that, definitely.

V: My bass playing skills definitely left much to be desired.

D: 'Chosen' definitely has its advantages, but… we were still looking for our sound back then. That EP is so much more different than our other albums. But it is a part of our career, our journey, and we don’t regret anything that has to do with it. We had a lot of fun recording it and… its something we did in the past and we’re happy that people loved it.

V: Still love it!

D: Exactly, still love it. Even tho we changed so much since then.

V: The most important and coolest thing about that EP is that even tho we were really young and our skills weren’t as good, you can still hear that we already had charisma and knew what we wanted. And even tho most of the EP consists of known songs, we changed them, played them in our own way, our own style. And that’s really cool because it shows us as a band with their own personality. Of course, now that we listen to that EP, we have lot to complain about…

D: We would do the songs much better.

V: But we like the attitude we already had back then. Even tho we were so young.

E: Our sound really changed since then, but you need to remember that when we we’re recording it, it was already a huge accomplishment for us.

D: That’s true.

I: On ‘Chosen’ Damiano sung in english. On your first album, ‘Il ballo della vita’ from 2018, you had songs in italian as well. Did your songs get more personal because of that?

D: I wouldn’t say that. We started writing songs in italian out of necessity. If you’re an Italian artist and want to reach Italian audience, you need, you have to sing in italian, because not a lot of people speak english there. Now it’s different, we managed to reach international audience, so we can make more songs in english. But we won’t resign from italian, we like to write in italian as well.

I: While recording ‘Il ballo della vita’ you made documentary ‘This Is Maneskin’…

E: They will never forget it! (laugh)

I: You can see there, that during that time you argued a lot.

D: We were young!

I: Did the conflicts threaten your band’s future?

D: No! We were just starting out...

V: Conflicts were inevitable. We were very young and suddenly tabloids were writing about us. And recording an album required a lot of work. And we never experienced that before, we had issues dealing with work in the studio. Because creating and recording together isn’t easy. You need to make many decisions, everyone has their own opinion. Now we’re more mature, we know how to deal with those situations. We can discuss with each other in a constructive way. We were much more childish back then and yeah, we fought sometimes. But even then nothing happened that could threaten our band.

I: ‘Il ballo della vita’ is a concept album of sorts. You have there Marlena, who, like you said, is personification of the concern a lot of you have – that we’re not able to be yourself…

D: The album was supposed to share a message to our fans. We wanted to tell them how important for us is the freedom to be yourself. The ability to love someone, that was chosen by our heart. Freedom to wear the clothes we like. Et cetera, et cetera… We realized that the album would speak to people more, and will be easier to understand, if we gave that idea a name. Of course it’s an idea that we still share to this day, just maybe a bit differently.

I: Your last album, ‘Teatro D’Ira Vol. 1’, you recorded live in studio. Did the way you worked on it was much different from the way you recorded ‘Il ballo della vita’?

D: Oh yeah! It definitely took us less time!

V: Definitely much faster. It was very exciting. We wanted to keep in studio the energy we have when we play concerts, which meant playing together. Which is of course much more difficult than recording separately. But we told to ourselves: let it be, we should at least try. And we loved the result.

D: You know, at first you work on the material in rehearsal room. And you’re full of energy. But then you come into recording studio, where you divide the song into parts, and you loose that power, that magic. So we realized that we should change the way we work, so we could keep the emotions from rehearsals.

I: ‘Teatro D’Ira Vol. 1’ is another concept album. You said its all about the rage, that plays the role of catharsis sometimes. Can you say something more about it?

V: Anger is mostly seen as something negative. And we think that classifying emotions as positive or negative is stupid. Especially in art. When you’re creating, anger can make you give more from yourself, say more. And that’s what our album is about, talking about the world of theatre. We show that something that’s seen as bad, can – especially in the world of art – become something good. And those songs, that are so full of rage, can bring relief to our listeners, which only confirms what I’m trying to say.

I: In the lyrics to 'In nome del padre’ and ‘Vent’anni’ you’re talking about mistakes you made in the past...

D: They are very different tracks, even if they seem to talk about the same topic. Vent’anni is all about our age, because we think it’s a very special moment in your life: you become an adult, but you’re still too young to be considered as such, and they don’t treat you seriously. We wanted to share that with our fans, because maybe they think the same. And In nome del padre is about the battle we had to fight, the mistakes we had to make, to get where we are today. Of course we’re still young, we still make mistakes. But I’m singing about the mistakes from the past, because they made us the way we are today. And I’m saying: don’t be afraid to make mistakes, because they are a part of your journey, your life. What’s important is how you react to those mistakes.

E: It’s not a mistake to make mistakes.

I: The next album, continuation of ‘Teatro D’Ira Vol. 1’ – is it already recorded?

D: No, no.

V: Indeed, our next album will be continuation of ‘Teatro D’Ira Vol. 1’, but we’re still working on it. We don’t want to record it in a hurry, we want to take our time making it.

D: We have a lot of songs already, but we want to have plenty to choose from. We want the album to have the most representative songs, the best ones.

[deiitaelric]

bkdk fic teaser

Ok, so I’m writting this shit and Idk if anyone wants to read it but... here you go...

*Unedited idea, forgive my English*

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Katsuki was hit with a strange quirk. Izuku found it out when he entered the common room and saw a bunch of blonde people there talking with Aizawa. The older man immediately left the room to go report the situation and Izuku took the opportunity to approach them, feeling curious. There was a little child, about 3 or 4 years old, two teenagers and a young adult. All of them had the same hair, Kacchan’s hair. He let out a “huh”, confused, and two of them turned and looked at him. The oldest and the youngest; two pairs of red eyes falling on him. The little child widened his eyes looking at him.

“Izuku?” 

Izuku focused on the little Kacchan and nodded, smiling at him. The mini Kacchan started running toward him and Izuku knelt, hugging the kid back. At the same time, one of the teens had turned to look at him. And now he was frowning deeply, marching toward them angrily. 

“The fuck are you doing running towards that fuck-”

The young adult, who hadn’t stopped looking at Izuku any second, put a hand in front of the teen’s chest, interrupting him and making him stop walking.

“Shut up, bitch” 

“Hah?” 

“Don’t ‘hah’ at me!” The oldest one looked at the teen, annoyed.

“Who the fuck you think you are?” Barked the teen, even more annoyed.

Izuku attempted to get up, but mini Kacchan grabbed his clothes. Izuku looked at him, smiling - though the kid could sense he was concerned - and grabbed him. Izuku let the kid pass his little arms around his neck. Once he was comfortable in Izuku’s arms, the child turned to face all the people in the room and asked. “What’s a bitch?”

Izuku looked at him with horrified, widened eyes. Two of the blondes snorted. 

“Kacchan!!” Izuku scolded them all, not knowing which one had made it.

“Ok, just shut up. All of you!” The other teen Kacchan said. Izuku looked at him and knew that one was his Kacchan. He approached him and talked in a quiet voice.

“Kacchan. What’s going on?” 

“I got hit by some stupid quirk” Then Katsuki looked at the kid, still on Izuku’s arms. “Come here” 

Mini Kacchan grabbed Izuku tight.

“No”

“Tch. Let Deku alone. Come here” He put his hands around the kid and mini Kacchan pushed him back. 

“I don’t want to be with you. And he’s Izuku, not Deku” 

The seventeen years old boy frowned deeply. When the kid stuck his tongue out for him, Kacchan turned his annoyed eyes to Izuku. 

“Deku” 

“That’s okay. I’m fine. I like him. Look how cute he is”

“Deku!” he repeated, more angrily this time. 

Mini Kacchan put a hand over Katsuki’s face, pushing him away. Then moved his little hands to Izuku’s head, as he wanted to hide him from the other’s sight.

“I’m telling you, he’s Izuku. Leave him alone” 

“Kid, you don’t know who you are messing around…” 

“I will protect him! He’s quirkless, you don’t know nothing!”

“Kacchan…” Izuku started, but all the other Kacchans looked at him. “Uh. Little Kacchan, I’m not quirkless, but I appreciate you wanting to protect me. You’re so brave!”

“Of course I am!” The kid blurted, looking away, pouting proud but a little embarrassed. But then he frowned, looking at him piercingly. “And how is that you have a quirk? The doctors were wrong? What’s your quirk?” 

“Yeah, well, something like that. I can show you my quirk later, okay?” 

“Okay” The little kid said, nodding strongly. 

“You’re not showing him shit, Deku” The 17yo Kacchan said. 

“What the fuck?!” The… 14? Years old Kacchan yelled, pushing the other teen away. “Do you have a fucking quirk?! You don’t! You’re quirkless!”

“I’m not quirkless anymore, Kacchan, but it’s a little difficult to explain so…” 

“Did you know this?! And you?!” He demanded the other two blondes, pointing at them. Both nodded. “I can believe it! So what?! Have you been lying to me all this fucking time?!” 

“That’s not what happened, just calm the fuck down” The oldest said, moving beside Izuku to face the youngest teen. Izuku took a good look at him and concluded he has to be twentyish. “We don’t know if we can explain things from the future to you.” Then he turned to look at the greenette. “You shouldn’t have told them you have a quirk. Maybe they are our past” The young adult pointed at himself and the older teen. “Like our real past, in the same timeline and dimension”

“That’s right, I didn’t think about it. Sorry. If they are you, but in different moments of the same timeline, you would grow up knowing that I will have a quirk and we don’t know how that could affect us and the world around us. But if they are not that, what are they? I think they…” Izuku started murmuring like usual, speeding up to 1000 words a second.

“Please, turn him off” The twentyish Katsuki said to the older teen.

“I don’t know how to do that. If you know, please do the honors” 

“I know how to do it, but I can’t do it” The young adult responded, wearing a knowing face.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I know how to make him stop” The younger teen said, raising his hands in his ‘I’ll explode your face’ mode.

“You just be quiet” The original Kacchan said. 

“Izuku, shut up. You’re murmuring so much” The mini Kacchan said still between Izuku’s arms.

“Oh. Ah! Sorry” Blurted Izuku, flustered.

“Well, he knows one way” The older Kacchan added, smirking.

TBC???

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I made it!! PART 2 HERE

[henryobsessed]

The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Chapter 1

Summary: Jessie has completed Veterinarian school, after the death of her aunt has moved back to her home town.

word Count: 2013

A/N hello How are you all doing? we are in lockdown again here in Victoria Australia, I hope that means more time to write :)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Jessie sank into her plush foe leather couch; it had been a month since she had returned to her hometown and surprisingly her business was thriving. Even though she had yet to treat any wildlife she had a steady stream of cats, dogs, birds, ferrets, and other assortments of domestic animals heading through her doors. A big surprise to her was the number of cattle ranchers who on her arrival had asked her to make house calls to assess their cattle. Normally they paid for someone to come out to their co-op from the neighbouring bigger city. Now she was here if she could gain their trust, she would be set.

She looked around at her aunt’s old house, so many beautiful memories, Bet had been her best friend apart from the animals and had encouraged her to follow her dreams, she had even pitched in to her college fund when her parents’ life insurances had not been quite enough. She pictured her aunt standing at the stove, cooking her pancakes, grey hair piled atop her head, apron wrapped around her tall slender body, excited to cook for “The Vet” as she had lovingly called her even before she started her degree.

The last time they had spent time together she had sat on the couch, pancakes in hand. Her honey brown eyes pinning Jessie to her seat as her age roughened voice pleaded, “You can’t keep shutting people out Jessie, you have to open yourself to the possibility that you might find love, or even a good friend. You’re an adult now, and I won’t be around forever.” Her eyes misting as she whispered, “I worry about you honey, I don’t want you living your life alone like I did.”

Jessie had hugged her aunt pulling her in tight as she felt her sweet Bet’s distress. She had never asked why she was on her own, caught up in her own dramas. She had loved that it was just the two of them. But now she wondered if she had been too selfish. Once she was at college, her aunt was alone again. As if validating her aunt’s concern’s, she had received a call, a week after returning back to her last month of college. Her Aunt had suffered a major heart attack at work. Even though she was in the hospital when it had occurred, they were unable to save her. It had been a hard few months no one had come by the house for the funeral, it had just been the two of them. The local lawyer had encouraged her to sell up and move to a more populated area saying they had no need for a vet, and she had considered it. But a part of her still felt connected to the land, connected to those buried deep within the woods around their house.

He phone buzzed bringing her out of her musings, shaking the tired fog from her head she peeked at the antique gold clock above the mantel 11pm, Picking up the phone she heard a timid voice answer “Is this the vet, the one that came to our ranch last week?” mind pulled into action she answered “ yes this is the Vet what can I do for you?” a shaky breath let out as the young man responded, “I’m sorry for calling so late, My name is Thomas, my dad owns Ride em ranch. I was out checking traps around the property line, I hate them so much but dad insists we have them, a wolf has been caught. If I don’t get him out of here soon my Dad or one of the hands will come and kill him. Please what do I do?” sitting up Jessie talked in a calm voice to the boy, “First thing how is the wolf behaving?” getting up Jessie pulled her coat on whilst heading for the car, “He’s growling and whimpering at the same time ma’am, I think he would bite me if I got to close, but I can see he is in a lot of pain.” Opening the door to her pickup she jumped in glad her veterinarian bag was already in the back. “Ok Thomas tell me where you are, I am on my way”

Jessie was focused looking for the a boy in a red checked shirt and dark blue jeans, a part of her was excited, she was finally able to help a wolf, but another part of her was worried she was too late. There waving his arms illuminated by the high beams of her truck she saw Thomas, he had blond hair, brown eyes, and stood around 6 ft 3 although he had not filled out yes so even with his height looked like a young man.

Pulling up she could see his obvious fretting as he didn’t stop to talk but rather, as soon as she had her bag, started moving back into the forest. The boy was so intent on getting her there he didn’t say a word, however the closer they got the more evident it was the animal was in great distress. Long lone howls could be heard along with whimpers, when Thomas broke into the area where the wolf was his whimpers changed to savage snapping of his teeth and loud growls interrupted by his whines. The was until Jessie stepped into the opening, She could have sworn the wolf looked right at her with shock before it laid its head down and quietened. Jessie was amazed, its behaviour was one of submission and in its current state was highly unusual. She walked closer, slowly talking to the animal, “Hey boy, your ok, I’m here to help ok. Will you let me help you?”

She knelt just outside of the range where the wolf could reach her and reached into the bag, the majestic creature watched her closely but gone was the snarls and defensive growling. All that was left was his pain filled whimper, quickly assessing his weight she pulled a small tranquilizer gun out along with some prefilled darts. On seeing the gun he let out a long mournful howl that tore at her heart, “I’m sorry, but this will make you feel better I promise.” Taking aim she shot into his flank. He let out a soft yelp, they kept eye contact as he slowly lowered his eye lids.

Ok Thomas we need to move fast, I had to guess his weight and even though I am sure I’ve have put him out for the night I can’t guarantee that.” Together they moved to the brown black creature, jessie made note as they together removed the trap from its leg that the creature had seen better days. His hair was matted in places and there were other areas where the fur was missing showing signs of fights that it had been in. Carefully after assessing the rest of its body, Thomas and Jessie lifted the creature which from tail to muzzle would have been 6 ft 5 however it showed malnutrition and was much lighter that she would have expected for a creature of its size and age. In fact had Thomas not been there to help she would have been able to lift the wolf herself which said a lot for its condition. Sadness filled her as they carefully placed it in the back of the truck. Once he was securely placed in the back she turned to the young man “Thank you Thomas, I appreciate your help and your kindness” Thomas looked down at his feet for a moment before signing, “Please don’t tell my pa, he would think I was a pansy for doing this. What he fails to understand is we need to work with the wolves without them….. well we need them. Thank you for coming, I hope he survives.”

Jessie watched the tall young man in her rear vision as she dove away, there was something special about him.

On reaching her clinic she bought out a trolley and carefully picked up the wolf playing him down and wheeled him into the treatment rooms. Her first priority was x-ray the leg and make sure it wasn’t broken, as she moved around the room her other patients called out to her. A small Tibetan spaniel who was in for cherry eye surgery whimpered at her before settling down in it’s cage, along with a tabby who was recovering from a broken leg, who at all the noise hissed at her. “ohh come now calm down, we have to help this poor creature ok. I expect you both to keep him company as he recovers.” She quickly took the x-rays dismayed to see that the trap had indeed crushed his ulna and radius on the right leg. The night was long as she reset the leg and applied a cast. The sun was coming up, and her young assistant joe was walking in the front door as she finished setting the wolf up in a special cage.

Joe taken aback walked around to peer into the cage, “OMG Jessie, where did you find this boy? He is gorgeous and yet has seen better days.” Exhausted she just stood wiping her hands on her apron and started cleaning, “you look like you need a break Jessie, why don’t you go home, I’ll reschedule your non important appointments and push the urgent ones back to this afternoon so you can get some sleep.” Grateful she nodded her thanks and left the Joe to care for the grumpy cat, and Tibbey.

Jessie’s dreams were plagued with images of the wolf, his eyes that held so much pain caused her heart to constrict. The resemblance to the those she had buried so many years ago could not have been a coincidence. As she tossed and turned the images grew bolder, the wolfs from long ago circled her, she felt no fear only curiousness as they sniffed at her before one by one they laid at her feet. She knelt and stroked each one, reassuring them that she would take care of him. A loud sound broke into the now peaceful dream, her mind now fussy she picked up the phone, “Jessie” the frantic voice of her assistant invaded her calm “Jessie you have to get down here, the wolf woke up and is tearing at the cage. I can’t even get close enough to change the fluid bag. I’m scared he is going to break out.” Jumping out of bed she ran to grab her bag, not even worried that she was still in her pajamas she ran to her truck. The clinic was only 5 mins by car, but she was the only one authorised to use the tranqu gun.

Running into the clinic she could hear the panicked snarls and snaps of the wolf, the sound of the metal clanging and it tried to escape. Gun in hand she ran into the room, as Joe opened the door and her eyes met that of the wolf the strangest thing happened. Just as it had in the forest, the wolf calmed, whined and laid its head down. “well I never!!” Joe breathed in exasperation, “Teach me Obi wan, Tell me your secrets” if she hadn’t been so socked herself she would have laughed at Joe’s comment. However this was not normal wolf behaviour. Taking a risk she moved forward and sat before the creature, an odd feeling settling in her stomach as joe handed her the new bag. Talking in a calm voice she addressed the canine, “This will help you feel better ok” his eyes locked with hers as he whimpered. Risking everything she hooked up the new bag then opened the cage, going against her training she reached in and caressed him. She felt his body relax the more she stroked his neck and flank until he was once again asleep. Replacing the latch on the door she looked back a Joe both confused and amazed.

Chapter 2

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Melting Ice

Lan Wangji x reader

( Part 6 )

You were not present at next morning’s breakfast. Curious juniors saw Lan Wangji taking breakfast upstairs. Were you sick? Not actually but Lan Sizhui was worried about you.

“Senior Y/N never changes morning routine. What if Senior Y/N is sick? ” Lan Sizhui did not touch his food.

“Didn’t you see?  Hanguang-Jun took breakfast for someone” Jin Ling said “ Maybe it was for Senior Y/N, and if Senior Y/N sick, yet will not miss breakfast but you are worrying too much about Senior Y/N and not eating like it’s worth it”

At the same time someone hit his head “owww” and Wei Wuxian sit between Lan Sizhui and Jin Lin while fiddling his flute with his fingers. He has been given a small pat on Jin Ling’s head with his flute. “What a kid! Talking about adults with no respect”

Jin Ling frowned. “Who are you to teach me about respect? I’ll tell my uncle about this”. “Ah who am I?” Wei Wuxian wished he could say he was the other uncle and had all rights to behave Jin Ling but “an adult of course. Didn’t you hear what I said earlier?” he said.  Jin Ling backed off unwillingly.

“Senior Mo, you told not to visit Senior Y/N last night but there’s something wrong. Senior Y/N didn’t come to breakfast. I must visit senior Y/N now” Lan Sizhui was about to stand up, but Wei Wuxain put his hand on his shoulder pressing him down back to his seat. “ Lan Sizhui, I appreciate your concern but no. Let’s do this. I’ll meet Hanguang-Jun and ask about Senior Y/N then…” .“Why you? Why can’t we go ask it on our own?” Jin Ling interrupted. “Didn’t your uncle teach you not to interrupt adults?” Wei Wuxian was irritated.

“Huh! YOU can’t talk to my uncle like that. Let’s ask what we want ourselves” Jin Ling stood up while frowning at Wei Wuxian.

“OK. I won’t stop you any longer” Wei Wuxian smirked.

Young disciples excluding Jin Ling stood up and bowed Wei Wuxian and ran upstairs. Jin Ling did not dare to be the first person to meet Hanguang-Jun, even though he talked like he would. He just ran behind Lan Sizhui.  Luckily they met Lan Wangji mid-way to his room as he was walking downstairs for a minute to get a teapot with freshly made tea to bring upstairs.“ Hanguang-Jun” everyone bowed.

“ Hanguang-Jun we didn’t see Senior Y/N since yesterday” Is Senior Y/N alright? “ Lan Sizhui asked worriedly

“Mn” Lan Wangji said.

“We… also heard something yesterday when we were passing by…” Lan Sizhui went on

Lan Wangji looked indifferent but his ears got bright red.

“It was like a breaking glass. Hanguang-Jun, did something awful happen?” Lan Wangji sighed.

“No. Senior Y/N is resting. Go to your rooms. We will not leave today but tomorrow” Lan Wangji went off.

Juniors looked at each other in disbelief of what they heard. So was it a day off for everyone?

At downstairs Lan Wangji ordered a hot teapot.

“Lan Zhan” he heard the voice of Wei Wuxian, when he was paying the waiter. Wei Wuxian walked to Lan Wangji but Lan Wangji ignored him as he still did not hear an apology for Wei Wuxian’s last night’s behavior at dinner table.

He picked the teapot and climbed stairs when Wei Wuxian was following him. Wei Wuxian ran passed Lan Wangji and appeared in front of him.

“Hanguang Jun, I heard Sizhui , Jin Ling and kids wanted to ask you about last night. So… did you tell them what you really did?” he chuckled.

Lan Wangji’s ears went red for the second time and he did not answer but kept walking.

“That book was useful after all wasn’t it? Lan Zhan, don’t you thank me for what I showed you many years ago in the library?  Wei Wuxian kept teasing and finally “Wei Ying” Lan Wangji said sternly.

He looked mad but still less mad than he was at library. How could he be mad now? Wei Wuxian thought laughing to himself.

“Shall I meet Y/N?” Wei Wuxian asked and then he thought loud for a minute “I think afternoon will be better’’

“Mn” Lan Wangji nodded.

In afternoon you were visited by Wei Wuxian.

“Y/N I missed you” you found Wei Wuxian at your door before lunch. “What didn’t bring you to breakfast?”

You could see Wei Wuxian’s smirk.

“May I tell you then, if you don’t” he winked

“No” you said nervously “let’s go to lunch together”

“That’s good but won’t your fuddy–duddy have long face then?”

“what?” you confused

“Lan Zhan” he repiled

“Not at all because we are going with him”

“Y/N…” Wei Wuxian.  whined but you walked to Lan Wangji’s room and asked him to join.

“Can you go there? I can bring you lunch” Lan Wangji mumbled just enough for you to hear.

“I’m fine” you whispered holding his hand.

“Are we going to lunch or not?” Wei Wuxian asked drawing attention to him.

When you were walking to dining room with your boyfriend and friend, “we stay here but we don’t have to take our every meal here. I know a place with delicious food let’s go there” Wei Wuxian suggested.

“Let’s not walk so far” but Lan Wangji said.

 Wei Wuxian pouted “Lan Zhan, what’ve you done to Y/N?  Y/N was really fine yesterday. tssk this is all your fault Lan Zhan that we miss the chance to try new food”

You wanted to ran away or bury yourself. You could not face Lan Wangji or Wei Wuxian now. It was embarrassing and you wondered how Wei Wuxian.  happened to know that tidbit. However, Lan Wangji thought to save you from embarrassment. He smirked and squeezed your hand before escorting you away from mischievous Wei Wuxian.