#You honest to god do not want to know how my thought process went went I wrote this its kind of insane

[whimzycle]

Bunny has lived for a long, long time on earth. Do you wonder, how many children lit up at the sight of him and call after his name, alight in joy and wonder, in same way Sophie does?

Do you think he thinks about them? That every time Sophie greets him, he hears millions of children at the same time, in the same breath, in the same chime as she speaks?

Do you think about how he'd feel? Do you think about how much affection he harbors for these children he knows so little about yet loves so much?

Does it ever struck you how much Easter means to him, knowing all of these now?

[softspiderling]

“FUCK!”

Rafe slapped his open palm against the glass of the claw machine, making everyone jump in the near vicinity.

“Rafe, come on,” you said, biting back a smirk as you tugged on his arm. While you thought it was hilarious that he was getting so fed up over a honest to god claw machine, you didn’t need to get banned from the arcade for causing a scene. “It’s fine. It’s just a plushie.”

“But you wanted it, didn’t you?”

Rafe stared at you with raised eyebrows, his fist clutching the joystick so hard his knuckles turned white.

“I mean, yeah, but I don’t get everything I want.”

He stared you down a little harder and you rolled your eyes at him, curling your hands around your bicep.

“Come on, I’m serious. I don’t need it that badly. Just said it was cute. And it’s literally rigged to not work.”

You slid your hand in his, trying to drag him away from the claw machine, but again: Not moving a budge. Sighing loudly, you turned around to give him a look, before you stood on your tip toes to whisper into his ear.

“Take me home and I’ll give you a consolation prize for your troubles.”

“Fine,” Rafe grunted, trailing after you as you went for the exit. When you suddenly stopped in your tracks mid-walk, he nearly bowled over you, only preventing that by holding onto your waist.

“What now??”

“I gotta go pee.”

“Baby, we’re five minutes away from my house.”

“Be right back!” You called over your shoulder, seeing how Rafe threw his hands up in exasperation.

It didn’t take you long in the bathroom - doing your business and checking your make up - which was why you were extra confused to see Rafe wasn’t where you left him when you returned. Slipping your phone out of your pocket, you typed out a message to him, when you noticed a small crowd around the claw machine.

“If someone won a plushie now, he’s gonna lose his mind,” you mumbled to yourself, trying to peek in between the heads, before freezing when you saw what caused the commotion. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Pushing yourself between the gawking people, you almost ran over a little boy in the process, before you stood in front of the claw machine, where Rafe sat on the floor, his arm stuck in the dispenser. He looked absolutely miserable.

“Seriously?”

Rafe looked up to you through his lashes, his forehead creased. You shook your head at him in disbelief, slowly lifting your phone to take a picture, and he only scowled at you.

“I was trying to get that Stitch plushie for you!”

“I didn’t ask you to stick your arm up the machine!!!”

Half an hour later, you and Rafe were sitting in his car and he was still in a mood. It had taken the employee fifteen minutes to get the screws out of the machine to get Rafe unstuck, and that left a red angry mark on his bicep, which he was still rubbing on.

“That thing is deathly, what if a kid put his arm up there?” he muttered to himself.

“Well, to be fair, your arm is like at least twice the size of a kid’s arm,” you pointed out, making him roll his eyes, though you could see the corner of his mouth twitch.

“You never complained about my arms before.”

“And I still haven’t,” you argued, pushing his hand away to gently caress the irritated skin, slowly starting to feel bad. “Does it hurt much?”

“Yeah, ‘s agonizing. You gon’ kiss it better?”

You rolled your eyes but you still placed a kiss on his bicep, leaving a lipstick stain.

“You happy now?”

Lifting your head, you raised your eyebrow at him and he only looked at you with dark eyes, before grabbing you by the nape of your neck, pulling you in for a heated kiss. You kissed him back, even letting him slip his tongue in your mouth for a second before you pulled away, hand on his chest.

“Let’s go home before you get arrested for indecent exposure.”

“Me?” Rafe muttered under his breath, but he started the engine anyway, pulling his truck out of the parking lot. As you buckled yourself up, you suddenly remembered something turning to him.

“Hey, you know you could’ve just paid them to get a plushie, right?”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me that before I put my hand in a death trap?!”

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

How did you like her interview in People? I wonder, when this attempt fails, what mask will she put on next time...

I'm reading the article now...typing my thoughts here in real time.

People was on site when Harry was still in Vancouver for the Invictus Games - meaning that Meghan 1,000% lined up this article after she forced Netflix to postpone the release from January 15th, along with the NYC billboard and her NYC trip. Meaning she had ZERO PR planned for the original launch date because there's no way - with how much this article cost and the price of billboards in Time Square - Netflix would've just eaten the cost.

"Mama, don't work too hard" -> The real Prince Charles: Future king is a workaholic who 'falls asleep at his desk and wakes up with paper stuck to his face' says Harry (November 2018)

“I love that that is something that Archie, Lili, H and I all have together. It means a lot to me.” -> Devaluing phase!

The Sussex name, she adds, “is part of our love story." -> just say yessssssssssssssss AGREE WITH ME DAMMIT. Seriously - aside from Taylor Swift (who is contractually obligated by her fans to keep singing Love Story), is there any woman over the age of 19 who keeps bleating on about her love story the way Meghan does?

“As a woman, a mom and a wife, to be able to find yourself again...is a wonderful feeling.” -> Too bad instead of finding this grace towards another woman, mom, and wife, you went for the jugular and talked about her hormones.

this time there’s no mention of anything royal -> Reading between the lines: they're completely cut off and don't have anything to share but they're going to make you think it's their choice.

“Whenever Harry visited set, he was always super polite and friendly,” -> tracks with Vanity Fair. Also this is not Meghan saying Harry's name; it's a Netflix staffer.

“My husband met me when I had The Tig, and I see this spark in his eye when he sees me doing the thing that I was doing when he first met me,” she says. -> Sounds more like "thank God now she'll leave me alone" relief

Chinese food delivery is a favorite, “but even when I get takeout, I will try to plate it beautifully,” -> “It’s so beautifully arranged on the plate, you know someone’s fingers have been all over it.” -Julia Child...aka keep your filthy paws off my food unless you wash your hands (with soap) in front of me.

In the process, Meghan says, Montecito has become protective of the Sussexes: “Once you know us, I think you want us to have the same normalcy as parents and for our children as they do, despite however unique our situation is.” -> Royal expert reveals how 'protective' Norfolk locals help Kate and William enjoy date nights (September 2021)

The family’s sprawling estate is their sanctuary, which is why Meghan chose to film her show in a nearby rental that echoes their own space. -> But she has noooooooooooo problem inviting People Magazine into her bedroom where her child is sleeping.

so I’m normally up at 6:30 -> So much for that 5am go-getter lifestyle, huh?

“My husband and Archie both love fried eggs," -> in this economy?!

I want my kids to have those same formative memories of things that I cook. We call them Mama Meals...[a]nd it’s the same roast chicken I’ve been making since they were little.” -> Reading between the lines again...it sounds like a blink-and-miss-it confession that she doesn't cook as much as she claims to. Are they ordering takeout that much? Do they have their own chef or meal kit service? No shame if they do, but if you have a special name for the meals your mom cooks...she's not cooking that much. Also this would've been much better if she said she was making roast chicken since before they were born, you know, considering how it's their engagement story. Well, one of them. She probably forgot that, let's be honest. It's hard to keep them all straight.

They would also come with my husband -> still can't bear to say his name.

“Being able to have my own little girl, as I’ve spent so much of my life championing the rights of girls and women, and to be able to see this as a multigenerational story — Archie is of course included in that, my husband is of course included in that — but I love the heritage feeling of it and knowing this is something that I can create in front of my daughter and teach her what it’s like to be a working mom,” she says. “This is something that hopefully can be part of her legacy too.” -> Maaaaaaaaaaybe if you want her to have ownership...name something after her? You named your charity organization, production company, and podcast company after her brother. What does she get? A name scandal.

rinse and repeat,” -> Hey, remember when she had this phrase in nearly every single PR article? Remember when this was her username in the DM comments section?

“Anyone who has children will tell you, it’s a huge evolution as a woman during that time.” -> Hey, you know what would be really cool to show your evolution as a woman? Apologizing to Kate for insulting her because you didn't know how exhausting a motherhood journey could be.

“And my gosh, in 10 years, Archie will be driving!” -> Really? That's what you think of? Your kid being your chauffeur in 10 years?

Why are all the photos exclusive from June 2024?

So overall thoughts: This is a classic People story. Someone launches a new chapter of their lives, and they sit down for a "my life now" intimate tell-all interview. Like so:

I did a google search of "People magazine my life now", clicked over to Images, and these are the top results. That's 12 People covers of "my life now" intimate tell-alls. This is not groundbreaking in any way, shape, or form. Well, the amount of photoshopping on the cover photo is probably groundbreaking.

And lastly, once again proving there's never an original bone in Meghan's body:

Kate wears a hat on the cover, so Meghan wears a hat on the cover.

Kate brings her dog to the photoshoot, Meghan brings her dog to the photoshoot.

I'm honestly shocked Meghan didn't bring out her bike for this one too.

[universefcb]

Hii! Can you do a pic where the reader is doing higher studies, maybe like a PhD, and is far away from home and hasn't seen pedri in a long time. So when pedri gets a break, he comes and surprises her. Maybe before that the reader's roommate teases them and send pedri how the reader is always looking at pedri's pictures and tiktoks. I've been looking for something like this :) it would be so great if you can write something like this pleaseee 🥹🙏 Thank you in advance!! 💙

↬❥ Longing

Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader

a/n: I'm sorry if it's bad or too long. I'm not confident about this imagine :(

REQUESTED

warnings: no.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The university library was practically his second home. The pages of his article were open on his laptop, but his mind was wandering elsewhere. His cell phone, resting next to the keyboard, still showed the latest notification from Instagram: a new photo of Pedri, smiling after training.

You sighed. The last time you saw each other had been months ago, and video calls no longer seemed like enough.

“There you go again…” your roommate Sofia’s drawling voice sounded behind you. “If you keep this up, you’ll end up printing one of those pictures out and sticking it on the wall.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to help but smile.

“Stop exaggerating.”

Sofia arched her eyebrow and pulled out her cell phone.

“Exaggeration? Look at this! You literally have a favorites folder of just his TikTok videos.”

Before I could stop her, she had already taken a screenshot and sent it.

For Pedri.

His heart raced.

“Sofi!” you tried to grab the phone, but she backed away, laughing.

“Relax, he’ll think it’s cute. And honestly? It was just the push he needed.”

You spent the rest of the day restless, waiting for some kind of answer. But nothing came.

The next few days passed slowly, and Pedri still hadn’t mentioned anything about Sofia’s message. Maybe he was too busy. Maybe he thought it was strange.

That Friday night, exhausted, you arrived at your apartment and threw your backpack on the couch. Sofia wasn't home, which meant a quiet night. You went straight to your bedroom, already thinking about getting under the covers, but then...

The doorbell rang.

Frowning, you walked to the door. You weren't expecting anyone.

When he opened it, his heart stopped.

Pedri was there, standing in the hallway, wearing a black sweatshirt and a crooked smile on his face.

"Surprise.!"

It took your brain a few seconds to process.

“What…? How…?”

Before you could formulate a coherent sentence, he dropped his backpack on the floor and pulled you into a tight hug. The warmth of his body, the familiar smell, everything made the accumulated longing disappear all at once.

“I had a few days off,” he murmured against her hair. “And after what your friend sent me, I thought it was time to see you.”

His face heated up.

“Oh my God… did you see that?”

He laughed, holding her face in his hands.

“I saw it. And to be honest, I liked it. But you know what I prefer?”

"What?"

He tilted his head, his lips brushing against hers.

“You, here, now.”

And then he kissed you, killing once and for all the longing you had been carrying.

You pulled Pedri inside before the neighbors started to notice. Closing the door with a quick movement, you still felt in shock.

“You’re really here.” His voice came out lower than he expected, as if he feared it was all a dream.

Pedri smiled, taking off his hoodie and throwing it on the couch before turning to you.

“Of course I am. I wouldn’t just watch you stalk me on TikTok and do nothing, would I?”

His face heated up.

“You didn’t need to remember that.”

He chuckled and pulled you by the waist, bringing you back into his arms.

“You have no idea how much I missed you.”

You sighed, relaxing into his touch.

"Me too."

He rested his forehead against yours, his dark eyes analyzing every detail of your face as if he wanted to record it all in his memory.

“How are you? With your doctorate, your research…?”

You shrugged.

“Tired. Stressed. A little lonely.”

Pedri frowned.

“You should have told me.”

You smiled weakly.

“I didn’t want to worry you. You already have a lot on your plate with training, games…”

He squeezed her waist.

“You know that doesn’t matter, right? If you’re feeling bad, I want to know. I want to be here, even if it’s just by phone.”

You nodded, biting your lip.

"I know."

Pedri sighed, as if he wanted to say something else, but he just pulled you closer again.

“It’s decided.” He spoke into her hair. “Now that I’m here, we’ll forget about any worries. Just you and me, okay?”

"Combined."

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, you both threw yourselves on the bed, covered in a comfortable silence. Pedri was lying on his side, watching you, tracing small circles on your arm with his fingers.

“You’re staring at me again,” you muttered.

He smiled, not looking away.

“It’s just that it’s been a while since I’ve seen you up close like this. I had forgotten how beautiful you are.”

His stomach churned.

“Stop saying things like that,” you grumbled, hiding your face against the pillow.

Pedri chuckled, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“You look cute when you try to run away.”

You huffed, but couldn’t resist when he grabbed your chin and tilted your head so your eyes met.

“You know, I was afraid that the distance would change things between us,” he confessed quietly.

His heart sank.

“Pedri…”

He looked away for a second before continuing.

“But I realized that no matter how much time passes, or how many miles there are between us, I will always come back to you.”

Your chest warmed, and you didn't think twice before pulling him into a slow kiss, as if you wanted to prove that he was right. That nothing between you had changed.

You woke up feeling the weight of an arm around your waist. Blinking to adjust to the dim morning light, you smiled when you saw Pedri still asleep beside you.

He looked calm, his features relaxed.

Carefully, you traced a finger along his jawline, down to his parted lips. He stirred slightly, but didn't wake up.

“I know you’re staring at me,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from sleep.

You held your breath.

Pedri opened one eye and smiled lazily.

“I knew it. You can’t stop admiring me.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You think it’s too much, huh?”

He chuckled, pulling you closer.

“I'm just telling the truth.”

You sighed, hiding your face against his chest.

“I wish you could stay longer.”

He was silent for a moment before kissing the top of her head.

“Me too. But we still have a few days… and I want to enjoy every second with you.”

Taglist: @paucubarsisimp @p4uul0vr @nngkay @meganesanchez @bymerinott

[elstabler]

when mulder comes back from his abduction and sees scully pregnant, his first instinctive reaction is to feel betrayed and hurt because goddamnit they were finally ready, finally so open to explore all that they could be. they were so close to having it all…

but then he understood: he had died! he had died and she hadn’t and she had moved on, she had to. she was right to do so, of course. he always knew he held her back and maybe she had finally learned that too. and now he was back and already sucking her back in, making her spend all the hours at the hospital by his side, not eating not sleeping. and all because she pitied him, pitied the story the scars on his body told and nothing more. he saw it in her eyes.

so he pulled back, he pushed her away the best he could (which was never much but oh gosh he tried). he was cold to her and as confused and conflicted as he felt he thought it was for the best, it was for her.

and scully tried to understand him. after all he had died! he had died and she hadn’t and she knew better than anyone what trauma like that can do to your mind, right?

she thought he didn’t want to hurt her feelings by asking for space to process it all and so she tried to not suffocate him. she gave him time and space. she checked in with him but didn’t press when he didn’t answer. she shielded him from most things from the office. she brushed off his apathy like it didn’t hurt like a motherfucker if she was being honest. she thought it was for the best, it was for him.

but theres just so much a girl can take and a disaster was just around the corner waiting to happen. the breakdown was inevitable.

it happens in one of the many nights she went to his place to check on him and got hit with his usual ‘i’m fine’ crap. she finally snapped.

“mulder stop! just stop! you have no right to do this to me and you know why? because you know exactly how i felt when you were gone, don’t you? when every second feels like an hour and every hour feels like a year. when another day passes and all you can feel when you lay your head in your pillow at night is fear and anguish and failure”

her storm takes him by surprise and he just stands there, sunken stomach and aghast. of course he knew what it felt like. he knew he could never forget the pain of the days she wasn’t with him.

“but you know what you didn’t have to see? my dead body dumped in a field. I had to see that. Did you even consider this for a second?” the rage and hurt in her eyes pierces him, her voice growing louder as she went on “I had to cry over you and beg for it to be a lie. I had to make all the arrangements for your funeral because I needed the closure of a final goodbye. I held your hand for hours till I tricked my mind it was warm again and Skinner had to physically drag me away from you. I dumped the dirt over your casket. I got anxious to go to sleep in hopes i could see you in my dreams only to have recurring nightmares about your body turning into a hard corpse crushing me. I had to go to work every damn day just to keep my mind occupied when i didn’t even know if someone really had my back because i was only ever certain with you. I had to think like you and see things only you ever saw just to make your absence a little less painful"

at this point she was shouting, angrily wiping the tears from her eyes. he made no effort to do the same to his own, eyes fixed on hers. the truth hit him like daggers. she was right, he hadn’t thought about any of that because it was unbearable and he knew if the roles were reversed he wouldn’t have taken half of what she did - he would have ended up committed somewhere or lying next to her seven feet underground.

“I had to curse God over and over asking how could he be so cruel and I had to beg for forgiveness when He showed me all of his mercy and He gave you back to me. I have to swallow the urge to spend every second by your side because i’m scared that when i close the door you will disappear again. Goddamnit Mulder! You have no right to shut me out now! Not after everything!”

His legs finally decided to work again and he crossed the room in a stride, picking her up in the first real, raw, embrace since he returned. she buried her face completely into his chest, craving her nails on his back, bringing him impossibly close. he wallowed his sorrows and begged for forgiveness in her ear. he held her face gently with both his hands, lifting her chin up to urgently kiss her forehead, her eye lids, her cheeks, her tears, the tip of her nose. her lips. and he promised he would never leave again.

they both knew it was a promise he wasn’t sure he could keep, but, for now, it was enough. in that moment, the true mulder, her mulder, was back to her.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic is a Roommate AU!

(872 words.)

James is slowly going mad.

No, not even slowly. He's fallen straight into madness, and he doesn't know how to save himself.

When Sirius asked if one of his course mates, Remus Lupin, could move in for a while, of course, he said yes. Remus had been going through something, and James is always happy to help. Not only that, but Remus is bloody brilliant. He went from being shy, fairly withdrawn, to a hilarious, witty person who James is happy to call his friend.

Sirius clearly doesn't just want to call Remus his friend.

James doesn't think he can watch the two of them practically undressing each other with their eyes at breakfast, accidentally reaching for the same thing and blushing like idiots while they apologise, or trying their hand at fucking awful flirting. It's getting painful, the clear fact that they've fallen for one another right in front of them, while they dance around it like they've never been certain of anything less in their lives.

To be perfectly honest, James is starting to wonder if he should just lock them both in a room and-

"S'fine, I don't care," Sirius' voice cuts through James' thought process as he steps out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. James looks up just in time to watch Remus following behind him hurriedly. So quickly that he almost walks directly into Sirius when he stops and turns around to face him. "I'm not carrying you through the project just because you forgot you had shit to do, though. You can do your part later."

"When have I not done my work, Sirius? Christ, at this point I thought you'd trust me. I already apologised for forgetting!"

"Mhm, and I've already said I don't care. Go have fun on your date, Remus," Sirius says back, just a hint of bitterness settling in his words. It really does sound like he cares.

Remus must be thinking the same thing, because he walks out without saying another word. Sirius immediately heads to the fridge, dropping his head against the door and letting his shoulders slump with a sigh.

"Oh, Sirius, you're a fucking idiot," Sirius groans to himself under his breath. James chuckles.

"Agreed."

"Jesus buggering Christ!" Sirius jumps a mile, practically falling into the counter as he whips his head around to face James. "How long have you been sitting there?"

"Long enough to watch that trainwreck," James answers simply. For some reason, Sirius seems to decide that it's the perfect time to play dumb.

"What d'you mean? It's fine, Remus is just..."

"Going on a date," James fills in. "With someone who isn't you. Which, by the way, is really bloody stupid of him, so at least you've got that in common."

"No, that's not- I don't..."

All James needs to do is arch an eyebrow, and Sirius' shoulders slump.

"Okay, fine, yeah. I really like him."

"No, really?" James asks sarcastically. At Sirius' unamused look, he keeps talking. "Sirius, I'm not being funny, you should see the way he looks at you when you're not looking. Or even when you are, actually. I'm surprised you haven't seen it! You should have asked him out months ago."

"God, I've really fucked it up, haven't I?" Sirius groans, scrubbing a face over his hand. "I wanted to tell him ages ago, I swear! It's just, he-" Sirius drops down into the chair opposite James, eyes fixed on his hands. "He was going through a lot, and then I was asking him if he wanted to move in before I knew what I was saying! How am I meant to tell him anything when he's living in the same flat as me? That could go so wrong, James. I could literally ruin everything!"

Okay, James is at a loss for words. That's... a lot, and Sirius is clearly stressed out. He opts for reaching across the small table and squeezing Sirius' shoulder. Before he can say anything comforting, though, a rustle comes from the door. Someone's trying to get in, and if they have a key, they're really struggling to use it.

Sirius walks over to the door with a confused frown, pulling it open to find Remus, key held out and a stunned expression on his face. James watches the two of them hesitate in front of one another for a moment.

"Remus? What-?"

Before he can say another word, Remus expression fixes to one that James can only describe as determined, before he surges forward and connects his and Sirius' lips. Sirius staggers backwards for a moment, caught by Remus hands sliding around his waist as he reaches his own up to the nape of Remus' neck.

James doesn't know whether or not he should be averting his eyes. Thankfully, they decide that for him, Remus pulling away and starting to speak hurriedly.

"I got halfway down the street and realised that I was being so fucking stupid. I really like you, Sirius. I have for so long, and I guess I thought maybe a date would help me get over it but, God, all I wanted to do was come back here and see you, so..."

Okay, so they're both idiots.

Still, by the look on Sirius' face, he has a feeling that they're finally getting their act together.

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 4

Just a heads up tomorrow is the start of my posting hiatus. I will still do WIP Wednesdays and will be posting headcanons and stuff like that during that time. I will begin posting again on Sunday Sept. 1st. I haven't decided which story will get each slot, or if I just post based on vibes. Most likely vibes if I'm honest.

In this we get the first of Eddie's presents to Steve, Eddie refutes the stupid Steve charges, and Steve remembers something important that he forgot.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Steve was living it up in the pool. His parents had an outdoor heated pool, but it was more for leisure than laps because of it’s weird oblong shape. But this? It had an outdoor pool, but the indoor pool was Olympic sized. Like proper with the lane lines painted on the bottom and everything.

So he practiced his backstroke and butterfly. And by the time he got out his muscles were deliciously sore and his skin was wrinkly. He showered and then padded over to the sauna to relax his ache muscles.

As he was the only one there, he set the temperature to slightly hotter than warm but not scorching. He wanted to rest his muscles not sweat out every toxin in his body. Once he was feeling good enough, he got dressed and walked back to his hotel.

He looked at the swimsuit in his hand and realized he wouldn’t have do laundry here if he didn’t want to. Wow. His mom always made him do his laundry even though they had a maid who would wash his parents’.

Steve looked at his watch and decided it was time for some dinner. He threw the swimsuit into the laundry basket and went to go blow dry his hair. He pulled out his but then noticed the one already on the counter. His eyes flicked between the two and there was no doubt that the one the hotel provided was way better than his.

He put his back in his bag and turned on the hotel’s hair dryer. It never overheated or would start to smell half way through the process. He ran a little gel through his hair and spritzed his hair three times with the hair spray.

He admired himself in mirror a moment. He was good looking. He knew that. But he never in his wildest dreams thought he had the looks to pull a rockstar. Like that was crazy levels of confidence. But looking in the mirror just now, maybe he could see what Eddie saw.

Steve walked up the table that had his wallet and picked it up. He pulled out his fake ID, the one that got him this cushy hotel room. He wouldn’t be able to use it for god knows how long, but he wanted to keep it. As a memento of sorts. God. He was already feeling melancholic about the whole thing and it had only been five hours.

That was when he spotted it. On the bed was a big white box. He frowned and walked up to it slowly. He wasn’t worried about people getting in. This was a hotel. It was probably put there by housekeeping or even the concierge. He knew better than to keep anything in his room that might interest a snoop.

He just wondered who gave it to him. He picked up the card and read it.

-To my little Canary

A parting gift from me.

Promise me you’ll wear it and think of me often

-Your Eddie

Steve lifted the lid of the box and inside was the most beautiful silk pajamas he had ever seen. It was a short-sleeved button up that stopped just an inch or so below the waistband of the matching shorts. The shorts themselves weren’t very long, not quite booty shorts level, but close. Both in a soft, light yellow color. Perfect for summer time.

He ran over to the phone and quickly dialed Eddie’s cellphone.

“Hello?” the warm, dulcet tones answered.

“Eddie?” Steve asked, even he knew it was. He was just so excited.

“My little Canary,” Eddie purred. “I take it you got your present.”

“I did,” Steve said, twirling the cord around his finger. “They’re beautiful. I can’t wait to wear them tonight.”

“Good,” Eddie said, a smile evident in his tone. “I hope I go the size right. Did you do anything fun today?”

Steve told him all about his day swimming and the sauna. He even told him about the hair dryer because he was just that excited about it all.

“That sounds great, little Canary,” Eddie said, his fondness oozing through in his tone. “I’m sending someone by with a card that I will load money on so that you can get things like gas for your car and other things for your personal hygiene, as I assume you’ll want to buy that stuff yourself.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Steve found himself saying, almost against his will. “Could have gotten by with the hotel toiletries.”

Eddie chuckled. “Probably, but I wanted to give you the option of a choice.”

Steve blushed deeply, glad that Eddie couldn’t see him in that moment.

“Look, little Canary,” Eddie purred, “we just got to our location and I have to go, but I’ll call you after the show and tell you all about it.”

Steve bit his lip. “Yeah, I’ll talk then.”

He hung up after they said their goodbyes with a sigh. He flopped on the bed and looked up at the ceiling.

Fucking hell. What was he even doing with his life?

His stomach growled. Well, for starters, he guessed he was going to dinner.

~

When Steve finished his meal, which was even better than breakfast...He never had a steak melt in his mouth like that before. It was so soft and buttery and the potatoes tasted of rosemary and garlic, the carrots were covered in a glaze that tasted of honey and something darker.

He shook his head.

Anyway.

When he finished his dinner he went back up to the room. He resolved that he would need to do more than just swimming to keep the delicious food off his waistline. He was going to have to check out the gym here.

Steve looked at the time and decided it was too early for bed, but he got into the new pajamas anyway. The shorts were pulled on first and fuck. Steve felt sinful just wearing the damn things. They cupped him in all the right places but when he moved or sat down they didn’t ride up or pinch. He seriously thought about not putting on the shirt at all. But the desire to see the full effect won out.

He pulled it on and buttoned it up. And just like the shorts, the top was form fitting but comfortable. The V in the neck from where the highest button went (it didn’t button all the way up) just showed a peek of his chest hair.

He admired himself in the mirror for several minutes before he forced himself to go back out to the suite.

Steve grabbed the remote and started flipping the channels. He was used to cable as his mother needed her HSN and his father needed the soccer score. Not because he was interested in the game, but because he’d bet on foreign games.

But either his parents only had basic cable or there were a bunch of new channels added recently. And he was willing bet it was the former.

He found a late night baseball game from a Japanese league and started watching that. He couldn’t understand the announcers and he didn’t know the players’ names, but it was still baseball, regardless the language.

Before he knew it the game was over and it was late at night, finally time for bed. He got all snuggled into bed when the phone rang.

“‘Ello?” he muttered sleepily.

“Oh, darlin’,” the warm tones caressed his ear, “did I wake you?”

Steve hummed in the negative. “Just getting ready to sleep. Tell me all about selling out Indy.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “I’d ask you how you knew Corroded Coffin sold out tonight, but you spent all of last night surrounded by my fans. Even the stupidest person on the planet would have had to pick something up.”

“Mhmm,” Steve murmured. “That’s me, stupidest person on the planet.”

There was silence on the line for a moment or two. “Who says you’re dumb, baby?”

“My parents,” he said softly, “my first girlfriend before I realized I was gay, my ex-boyfriend, you know the one my parents kicked me out for? And um...the kids I babysat for are all like super geniuses, so they get frustrated with me a lot.”

“Oh my little Canary,” Eddie cooed. “You’re not dumb. School smarts isn’t everything. I’m living proof of that.”

“That’s true,” Steve said, a little less sad. “I’m talking to a bona fide rockstar.”

“Hell yeah you are,” Eddie agreed. “But let me tell you about my night and see if I can’t lull you to sleep with the sound of my voice.”

“I’d really like that.”

So that’s what Eddie did, he talked and talked until he could hear the soft little snuffling of snores from his Canary.

“Good night, sweetheart.”

~

When Steve woke up the next morning, the phone was still dangling off the cradle from where it fallen the night before when he fell asleep listening to Eddie.

Eddie had a great talking voice. Dude should do books on tape or voice acting or something. Maybe he’d tell him the next time he called.

He stretched and yawned. He woke up just as well rested today as he had yesterday. Which meant that as good as the sex was, and it was amazing, it wasn’t as big a factor in his night’s sleep as he thought.

He got up and went to go grab a shower. He hadn’t had a chance to use it yet, as he had used the swimming pool’s showers yesterday. He ordered breakfast and then hopped into the shower, telling them to just come in and leave it next the sofa.

He dried off with one of the most luxurious towels.

Steve stopped for a moment. He really needed to stop comparing the hotel to the life he led before being kicked out. It wasn’t the same. It wasn’t even in the same state let alone ball park. His life here would always be miles away from the life he left behind.

New cage, same as the old cage really except real gold instead of merely gilded. Better food, furniture, amenities. Same limitations. Can’t drink, but he could smoke.

So he went out on the balcony to do just that. He brought his food out with him and just smoked, watching the busy crowd below him.

Oh shit!

He scrambled back inside the hotel room and fumbled around for his wallet. He pulled out a little laminated card and dialed the one on the top.

“Henderson residence, Claudia speaking,” the warm motherly voice answered.

“Mrs. Henderson,” Steve whined, almost in tears at the sound of her voice.

“Steve?” she asked gently. “Oh I was wondering when you were going to call. Dustin has been worried sick. He went to Family Video yesterday to return “Ghostbusters�� and the snooty girl at the counter said you’d been fired for sodomy!”

He winced a little at the harsh word she used. “I–I’m gay, Mrs. Henderson,” he whimpered into the phone. This was it, she was going to turn him away too. Forbid Dustin from seeing him, then it would get around to the all the other parents and he wouldn’t be able to be around Holly or Will. And–

“Ah...” she said, just as gentle and warm as before. “Can you help it? Can you choose who you love?”

“No, ma’am,” he whispered, hanging his head between his shoulders.

“Then why would I care?” Claudia huffed in annoyance. “The first thing a mother should learn is to love your child no matter what, no matter who. Now, if Dusty gives you a hard time, you let me know. You hear?”

Steve felt a swell of pride in his chest, she might have not had been his real mother, but he should have known better than to bet against Claudia Henderson.

“Here, let me go get him,” she said softly. “Would you like me to explain it to him first?”

A lump formed in his throat as he choked down tears. He forgot he wasn’t isolated. He wasn’t cut off completely from people.

“Yeah,” he said, his lip quivering. “If you would.”

“Of course, sweetie,” Claudia said warmly. “I’ll be right back.”

Steve didn’t have long to wait. Soon there was the sound of Dustin practically screaming in his ear.

“Hey, bud,” he said when he could finally get a word in.

There was a sniffle. “Why didn’t you call me and Ma? We would have taken you in.”

Steve’s heart swelled again, this time in utter love for this butthead. “Because my dad would have seen to it that she lost her job at the library and with your dad having just passed, I couldn’t do that to you, to either of you, okay?”

There was another sniffle. “Okay...”

“Here,” Steve said, “I can’t tell you where I am right now, because no doubt my dad is trying to run me out of town, but I can give you a phone number to call. I might not always be there, but you can leave a message and I’ll call you back.”

“I guess that’s acceptable,” Dustin huffed. “Can I tell everyone you’re okay?”

Everyone meant his kids. Max, Elle, Will, Mike, Lucas, and Erica. And well, Holly, too. But she was too young to really understand what was going on. Technically Erica should be in that same category but she was too smart to be left out. Steve didn’t even bother trying most days.

“Yeah, bud,” he murmured. “You can tell people I’m safe. Just keep the number to yourself for now. I don’t want my dad knowing where I am.”

“Roger that!” Dustin said.

They talked for a few moments longer before Claudia took the phone back.

“I’m going to call the PTA calling tree,” she said, “and get the word out that you’ll be unavailable to babysit for the foreseeable future.”

Steve hummed. “I think that’s the part that upsets me the most about all this shit.”

“I know, sweetie,” Claudia assured him. “But we’ll figure it out.”

And he was absolutely certain if anyone could, it was Claudia Henderson.

He let out a sigh of relief for the first time since he was kicked out.

~

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[mehwmidklpe]

THE WAY

Ethan Nakamura was the bravest person you know.

He fought for righteousness, respect, balance.

Ethan stands up for himself; a boy who had to rot away in the Hermes cabin for years before leaving and finding out his mother is a minor goddess.

Ethan stands up for his mother; Nemesis, goddess of revenge and retribution, a minor goddess who deserves recognition and who stands for balance.

Ethan stands up for you; a girl who's so brave but has been unclaimed for her entire life, who gave up hoping and accepted that she'll never get claimed, but most of all the girl he loves.

Now you and Ethan weren't dating, but you both know there was something there.

You could tell by the way you ran away from camp together, the way he tries to keep you safe at any cost, the way you sacrifce yourself for him when needed, the way you both give evrything to save each other's lifes.

Right now, you were waiting for Ethan to get back.

Where he went?

No idea.

What he was doing?

Again, no idea.

The only thing you did know is that you wanted him to come back. Safe at that.

But when you heard footsteps behind you, you turned around to see him approaching. Only something was off.

He was wearing an eyepatch, it covered his gorgeous dark left eye.

"Ethan." You met him halway, but the expression on his face made your chest ache. "What's.." Your voice trailed of as your eyes flickered all ove rhis face, taking in his expression.

That's when you knew.

"Y/n.." He breathed out, the emotion in his voice touching you. "I.. I gave her my eye.." You knew who he meant.

Nemesis. His mother he loved so dearly.

"She said I'd be the one who would bring balance to the gods. The minor gods and unclaimed would finally be recognized. I'd make a difference in the world. I'd make a difference for you."

The way he spoke was just so loving, so soft. All he wanted was balance. A fair world. A world you two could just peacefully live in together.

You sighed deeply. "Oh Ethan.." Your soft hand went up to his cheek, slightly caressing it.

Before he could process it, your hand moved up to his eyepatch, ready to move it up. "Don't." He stopped you.

"It looks terrible, Y/n." The boy warned you.

But in your eyes, Ethan was perfect. He could never look terrible.

It was clear he was half-god cause he always looks absolutely divine.

Ignoring his protest, you pushed his eyepatch up, just enough for you to see his empty eye socket.

Where once rested his beautiful dark eye, now was an empty dark place. But none of that mattered to you. It truly didn't.

Honestly, Ethan thought you'd find it disgusting, any normal person would. But you weren't just some normal girl. No, you were a girl who's madly in love.

So no, you didn't find it gross or ugly, you didn't run. You stayed. You stayed like you always did.

You slowly placed the eyepatch back over his eyesocket.

Then you cradled his cheek in your hand, looking at him with the most gorgeous, loving eyes he's ever seen in his entire life.

"You're beautiful.."

Ethan just stared at you.

You'd just called him beautiful. Even after seeing what happened to him you still called him beautiful.

And by the way you spoke he just knew you were being honest.

Gods how he loved you.

So with that, for the first time, but definitely not the last time, your lips met.

Ethan allowed himself to melt into your touch and to close his one eye as your lips moved so gently against his.

He had never felt this good in his life. This safe, this comfortable, this loved.

The way your hand caressed his cheek so carefully as if you were scared he'd break if you put to much pressure, as if he hadn't fought tons of monsters already.

And the love came from both sides, cause you felt it in the way he kissed you, in the way he held you as if he was scared to let you go, which he never wanted to do.

He held you like he wanted to protect you, even if you didn't need protection he was gonna give it to you.

You and Ethan stayed in each other's embrace for a long time, just sharing loving kisses or holding each other. You wishpered praises to him to assure him that he was still as perfect as when he had both eyes.

And Ethan let himself believe you, he let himself be loved by you.

And he made sure to love you the same way you loved him.

I think I actually really like this one

[sourbinnie]

☆ sci-fi.mp3 ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> fluff & angst all in one bowl ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> ot8!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> he didn't think this was friendship anymore but accepting his feelings was harder than that. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> swearing ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

a/n -> i'm not sure if i understood this request correctly but i hope you still enjoy it! it was about not being friends but not being in a relationship so i kinda did it my way so that's an angsty way.

chan ✉

he couldn't explain the excitement that went through his body whenever he got to see you. it was irrational to feel like that for just a friend but he knew deep down (even if he wouldn't admit it) that it wasn't the case for you two. he always had a hard time coming together with his feelings, actually understanding that he felt a certain way and accepting it. when it came to you it was even harder since he didn't exactly could point out when it went from a friendship to something more.

as you arrived at the studio, he had everything planned out for what you guys were gonna do yet everything was thrown out the window when he saw you. you looked so fucking gorgeous, it was insane to him how mad you drove him but he couldn't do that, he couldn't just date you. he wanted to, oh god did he desired it.

"(y/n)? can you give me your honest opinion on a track?" was usually the way he would let you know he cared about your thoughts and that he wouldn't do this for someone else. his little actions like that spoke louder than words but neither of you ever made a move. eventually you never knew what was gonna happen next but you always knew how it would end and that was a cuddle session on the couch that lasted way less than you wanted to.

minho ✉

he would be in denial that he was being extra with you. maybe he liked to tease his members a lot but with you? oh no, he wouldn't dare. you were so precious to him in such an unexpected way, he didn't really feel this way about anyone. he didn't understand even how to process this because he usually did not have crushes or wanted to be in relationships, but right now he craved way more than a friendship. he admitted to himself that he was fucked from the start when he first met you.

"(y/n) do you think i need to practice more? i've been lacking recently." that was a lie, he would never in a million years say he was lacking, but he felt the need to hear you compliment him. sometimes all he needed were some words of encouragement from you to keep going. as soon as he heard you speak, he felt so calm on the inside and it was almost as if you were the only one who brought such peace to him.

he felt trapped like he knew if it was another context, he wouldn't have so much trouble admitting his crush on you. yet now he still was denying it whenever the boys brought it up and denying it to himself but he knew there was no way he was gonna convince himself ever. he was stuck in a loop where every time he sees you, his heart flutters but his mouth stays shut.

changbin ✉

oh this man, he would facepalm himself every time he said something to you. it's like he couldn't help it, he is a very affectionate person but with you it's another extreme he didn't know he had it in him. you guys do couple things all the time yet none of you asked each other out, you guys wear matching clothes, cuddle, have "friend dates" and yet whenever someone asks if you're dating, you shake your heads. what kind of loser was he being, he could literally have you but he was afraid.

he didn't know exactly what his fear was but he knew he will always just want you. nobody quite understands him and listens to him the way you do. he could talk to your for hours and yet it would still feel too short. he wanted to wake up next to you, have you at the studio, at his concerts and somehow that reality he was creating in his mind even if it felt close, was still so far away.

"(y/n) thank you for coming." he would say with a smile as you two met up which caught you by surprise. you saw each other almost every day but this time it seemed like he actually needed you to be there for him. he didn't know why exactly he called you, maybe it was to confess or maybe it was just to see you. he didn't say anything though, he just wanted you to hold him for a little longer as he thought of all you could be if he wasn't such a coward.

hyunjin ✉

as the hopeless romantic he is, he would live for the little gestures. it would be hard for him to confess to himself what he was feeling. in a way he would feel like he was destroying what you guys had but he knew that you were on the same page as him. shaking off this feeling, he would still talk to you every day and he would care about what happened through your day, what you were up to and what you needed. almost like he was your boyfriend and that put such a bitter taste in his mouth.

he was concerned that you would get tired and eventually find someone else. that thought just haunted him but you also kept coming back so he felt an ease whenever he saw you. maybe you were waiting for him? for his contract to end? for him to confess and maybe have a secret relationship? he just didn't know at all. so many questions on his mind made him forget that he was right next to you.

"(y/n) do you ever feel like... i don't know, you want something and you can't have it?" he asked in his philosophical way and it got you thinking. as you thought through his question, he admired every feature of yours, looking at you in a way with such admiration and love. he felt like his heart was gonna fall from his chest right at your feet. 

jisung ✉

as he thought about you and texted you, he knew he was fucked. there was one thing lingering in his mind at night and that was you, wanting to see you and being away from you was hell. he didn't feel like he was trapped but he definitely felt like he wasn't prepared to be in a relationship yet when he thought of you, he saw the future. he wanted you by his side yet he remained unmoved when it came to (ironically) making a move. he felt like he would rather be friends then lose what you guys have completely.

a part of him was always telling him that you followed what he did, responded to his messages even late at night and would always say yes whenever he wanted to hang out. like it was a sign that he was looking for to actually tell you the truth. but then what? have you actually be in a relationship with him and have to deal with all that came with it? he didn't want you to go through that. 

"(y/n) i really missed you." he said sincerely as he looked at you and his hands found it's way to yours. you offered him a smile and yet when you saw your hands, both of you couldn't help but blush. it's like when you first met, you were so shy around each other yet something pulled you both back as you thought that this wasn't normal. he would die a little whenever you two had to pull away.

felix ✉

he was so tired of all the going back and forth. he wasn't exactly sure if he had a crush (he did) but he knew that acting like this with you and only you wasn't normal behavior for friends to have. he chased after more, a feeling that he would want to have for eternity and that's the one he felt when he saw you. it's like everything always stopped, time wasn't enough when he was with you and he couldn't help but be sad every time he watched you leave but he had no other choice since you two were just friends.

"(y/n) do you think you could help me write something?" he never asked for much help with lyrics but it would feel really comforting and special to write a song fo- with you. you agreed to it and it got you both thinking what the perfect love song would be, what actually takes to write such deep lyrics and rhyme words in a way that it didn't feel too forced. 

as he looked at you, concentrated and you pronounced the words that were on your mind, he knew that he had to accept it. he had to come with the fact that he didn't feel such a strong connection to another person that he's ever met, he wanted to have you but he also needed to understand that it was quite impossible. even after all he knew he could count on you for whatever but sometimes he just wishes he could close the gap and seal it with a kiss. 

seungmin ✉

usually he wouldn't have such a hard time accepting that he wasn't in a friends phase with someone anymore. sometimes people just drift away and you can't really help it, but right now he knew that this was the end of a friendship. he knew that this was the start of something else with you and he didn't know how to handle change but when he was with you, he felt much more safe and sound in a way he did not expect. he looked at you and all the thoughts would invade his mind.

what would a future with you look like? did you feel the same? how would you saying he was your boyfriend sound like? why was he thinking this already? he knew he had to stop. it was easy to daydream, to think of what it could be but he just wanted that to be his reality and not be stuck in this endless life where he would have to see you walk away from him. 

"(y/n) are you seeing someone?" the question was pretty blunt so it kinda took you by surprise but you just shook your head. for some reason when you said no, he smiled and you couldn't quite figure out why. he smiled because that meant there was a chance that you were waiting for him to make a move just like he was waiting for the right time to do it. would there be a right time? would he risk it all for you? maybe, but this wasn't it.

jeongin ✉

as he walked you home, he wanted nothing more than to stop walking and appreciate the moment with you. he would want to hold you close and look at the stars (even though you shined brighter than any of them). he would want to actually kiss you and feel you with him, but he couldn't. he just kept walking as you talked but he dozed off from the conversation and just hummed or agreed with what you said. he knew he was being a coward by pretending everything was okay when it was far from that.

"(y/n) i'm glad i get to exist at the same time as you." he did not expect for the words to fall from his thoughts to his mouth but they did and he was a blushing mess. he felt weird after saying it because you looked at him in such a loving way that he lost his breath for a second. he wanted you to stare at him like that the whole time, so that he feels loved and enchanted by your eyes always.

you didn't have to say anything and you didn't. he just knew that you appreciated his words and that you felt the same way but you couldn't do anything about it. you two would have to live with the feeling and not the thrill of experiencing what it was like to be with each other. he would have his dreams where he would see you again and actually would get to experience much more but as soon as he woke up, it was all over again. 

[azaharinflames]

"Why do I feel like, at some point while writing Season 8, Tim went like: "- What you described in your post, I also think that was Tim's thought process. He seems to always come up with one spontaneous idea and then doesn't care how the rest fits. Doesn't matter that characters act out of character and that storylines make no sense. The BuckTommy of it all fell into their laps and is gold, but it seems they can't handle good stuff. Other showrunners would love to have that to work with.

Hi, Nonnie!

I'm glad to see we agree hahaha. To be honest... I try to take into account that I do not know Tim Minear and hence, do not know how his mind works or the way he figures out a season. But it feels like he gets obsessed with one idea and then figures how to work everything else around it. And if something in that process feels forced, or out of character, eh, he doesn't mind that much.

It is very much my impression and not necessarily the truth, but it is there. And I don't know if that speaks highly of him as a showrunner, yk?

Bucktommy indeed fell into their laps in what is, quite possibly, the biggest strike of luck they've had when it comes to 911. They literally struck gold and hit a home run without even trying to (that hard, that is). Any other showrunner would be on their knees thanking the showrunner Gods because? Amazing storytelling, incredible chemistry between the actors (with no chemistry read! which is insane), a character that fits perfectly in the story and universe (not an easy feat eight seasons in), and not to mention the whole invisible string theory.

They literally won the lottery.

That's why so many people (including me) will not understand if this truly is the end for Bucktommy, because it simply doesn't make sense to finally have a LI that works for Buck and go... hehe nevermind, it's better if we keep him going in circles forever.

Let's hope this half of the season brings us bucktommy back and shows us Tim indeed have a plan. Low hopes for that, but never non-existent.

My inbox is open for ranting, venting, giving your opinion (unpopular or popular, I'm happy to receive and discuss both), and even confessions! Though if you don't want yours posted, please make sure to say :)

Take care <3

[jqmalikhsgib]

midnight sky

one

what you were doing was absolutely insane! you just met the man not even twenty four hours ago. but the connection the two of you had was incredible, almost like you were made for each other. maybe you were.

the day started off like every other morning. you groaned as your alarm clock went off, got out of bed, took a quick shower, brushed your teeth, and finally made it down town to your favorite local coffee shop.

you ordered a basic coffee and a pastry before sitting in your normal spot, far in the back. you took your laptop out of your bag and began grading papers, groaning and rolling your eyes at the students who didn’t turn in a paper yet.

after about thirty minutes you heard commotion outside. normally you’d ignore it. it’s new york city after all, it was always filled with nosy people. today was different! flashes came from the window, almost blinding you more than the sun.

you heard people screaming as if someone fell and died. you looked up and saw the paparazzi outside. frowning, you grabbed your things and headed for the door.

“shit! im sorry, love!”

groaning at your coffee spilling on the ground, you were ready to yell at whoever this pretentious actor or whatever he was! not caring if the media and his fans tore you a new one.

“watch where you—”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence. he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. from his buzzed hair cut, beautiful brown eyes, tattooed neck, and his attire. he was the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.

“are you alright, babe?” even his accent was perfect.

“uh—yeah—yeah! im sorry.”

he chuckles, “it’s my fault, really.”

you were frozen. completely mesmerized by this beautiful man in front of you. your heart skipped a beat.

“it’s fine—um, i should get going.” you began walking away, pushing through the loads of paps. you needed to get far away so you could get that man out of your mind.

unfortunately the moment you got home you looked him up. you needed to know who he was and where he was from. you searched the location of the coffee shop and found tmz reporting the images.

“zayn malik. fuck, even his name is perfect!” you dived into everything zayn malik and began to sigh. soon you find his instagram, noticing he only had a few post. you assumed he deleted his old post due to him starting a new era for his next album.

biting your lip you sigh as you close your eyes processing. god, where you an idiot for even thinking about messaging him. maybe? you knew he probably got thousands of messages everyday, but it was something about him. you click on his profile, clicked on message, and began typing.

‘hi..god, you probably won’t see this, most likely won’t even open it, won’t bat an eye, but i thought i should text you. i guess im intrigued you could say.’

you wait patiently until you heard your phone vibrate. you had never picked up your phone so quickly. you smiled hugely when you saw it was him that sent you a message.

‘hey! normally i don’t open this app unless im posting something about me music or a selfie. coffee shop girl, right?’

smiling, you typed,

‘yeah! sorry about spilling that coffee by the way. im normally not that clumsy.’

‘haha!’

‘it’s cool, babe. got a three year old! use to clumsy.’

‘oh? didn’t noticed you had a kid. gonna be honest, i kinda went on a bit of a stalker session finding you.’

‘really? that’s cute!’

‘yeah! got a daughter. she’s the sweetest thing ever!’

‘i love kids! i always wanted to teach kids instead of middle schoolers. kids love to color and draw. middle schoolers love to gossip and fight.’

‘ha! not ready for that at all!’

‘you’re a teacher, huh? that was my career path before i became a musician.’

‘i enjoy teaching! wanted to since i could remember!’

‘you guys are doing great work! deserve a pay raise!!’

‘tell that to the us government. 😩’

‘fuck them all!!!’

‘agreed!’

‘how bout i meet you up for a coffee? promise, no paps this time?’

‘right now?’

‘yeah…is that okay, babe?’

‘yeah—yeah! ill be there in twenty.’

‘cool! see you soon ;)’

you never got ready so fast in your life. heading downstairs from your building and walking a few blocks to the coffee shop, you spot zero paps and zayn sitting inside your booth. you smile before walking into the building. when he spots you, he smiles at you, stands up, and gives you a hug.

“hey.”

“hi.” you sit in the seat right across from him.

“never got your name. your instagram account doesn’t give it away.”

you blush. you created your instagram when you were in middle school. being overly obsessed with harry potter as a kid and extremely dorky, you had to go with ‘voldedork_hp,’

you never got around to changing it. now you regret that decision one hundred percent. “im sorry about that. a little embarrassed.”

“don’t be! it’s cute. im a huge harry potter fan myself. i went as voldemort last halloween as a mater-of-fact.”

“my names yn.”

“it’s nice to meet you yn. you have a lovely name by the way.”

you snort. feeling like your name was completely bland compared to his!

“may i ask where you’re from? your accent, it’s pretty thick, even for someone born in the uk.”

zayn chuckles. “yeah! m’from bradford england. my pops is pakistani so my accent comes out a little bit stronger i guess. what about you? you don’t sound like a new yorker.” he takes a sip of his coffee.

“im not! born and raised in texas actually.”

“texas, huh? you’re a little way from home, yeah?”

“i got a full scholarship for new york university! i couldn’t pass on that opportunity.”

“brains and beauty, huh?”

you blush. he was definitely a flirt! the two of you got to know one another for the next four hours. you both lost track of time. zayn phone blows up and he continues to ignore it. enjoying his time getting to know the pretty woman across from him. you were loving the company and conversation. it felt like you knew each other for the longest time. you were both laughing and listening to each other tell some crazy story. it felt right.

“how about we get out of this coffee shop, yeah? maybe walk around new york? i promise, no paps. i know places they’ll never go.” he winks at you. you nod before getting out of the booth. zayn grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers.

you were surprised but you didn’t object or pull away. zayn paid for his coffee, leaving a generous tip before leaving. you walk hand and hand around new york, enjoying each other’s company. you continued to talk about everything. the two of you got along so well, you felt crazy for already falling for him. you just met the man! how could you already have such strong feelings for the musician? were you seriously losing your mind? you just couldn’t help how you felt though.

zayn felt the same way. it’s why, standing in front of a courthouse, holding your hand as the moonlight shines, he got the craziest idea. he stops, looks you in the eye, and caresses your cheek. “may i kiss you, babe?”

you blushed, nodding nonetheless. when his lips touched yours, you felt the whole world stopped. god, how could such a beautiful man be this perfect? when he pulls away he grabs your hand and runs across the street. it was like faith, standing in front of a kay jewelers and a bridal shop. you laugh as he looks at you with the biggest grin on his face.

“what?”

“this is gonna be the craziest thing ive ever done or said but, i just—i feel like ive known you for the longest time. you’re beautiful, funny, smart, and amazing. i—i feel like we’re meant to be, meant to meet each other. and you, god maybe this is insane! you can totally say no, kick my ass, slap me, whatever you want, but this is just perfect. it’s almost like faith,”

“what is it?” you asked nervously.

“a jeweler, a bridal shop, and a courthouse right across the street. maybe this is the universe telling us to just go for it. let’s get married.”

normally if a man had asked you this you’d laugh in his face. you’d think he was absolutely insane for even suggesting this idea. but seeing all the key details, it’s like a story from a fairytale! who were you to pass up a fairytale story?

“okay!”

“yeah?”

you nod your head. zayn kisses you passionately before calling up taryn to be a witness! once he convinced her, he grabs your hand, head into the jewelry parlor, the two of you pick your rings before going to the bridal shop and grabbing the most gorgeous dress and a suit, before heading across the street to officially get married.

“are we doing this, forreal?”

“yeah, yeah we are! let’s get married, baby!”

and before you know it, you become misses malik. a true fairytale.

i really hope you all like this fic! it’s not enough zayn fics out there and i need people to make some!

what do you think?

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[eevees-hobbies]

The Taste of You - NSFW (Fem!Reader x Kyojuro Rengoku)

Author's Note: I won’t apologize for my lust for this man. In fact, I’m here to shove it in your face. There honestly needs to be more depraved shit of Rengoku out there, but fine I’ll personally contribute to the debauchery. Be the change you want to see or whatever. Based on this post. I got to thinking about Kyo’s love for food, and I came across this article, which details some facts about the sense of taste. And you know what I thought? Let’s turn this into smut. 

Synopsis: There’s nothing better than indulging in the taste of Kyojuro Rengoku’s favorite meal: you. A headcanon of what that looks like.

Content Warning: Female reader receives oral, LOTS of oral, overstimulation, pussy sniffing, squirting, humping, premature ejaculation, etc. Also, it might be crack, but I need to believe that this is how he'd act, so let me have this one. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 2.4K

Dividers by Saradika. Banner by me. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated. Requests are open.

“Taste is not only one of the most pleasurable of the five senses, but a surprisingly complex sense that science is beginning to understand…”

Kyojuro Rengoku is a man of honor, morals, and impenetrable discipline. When picturing his life post-demon slaying, he imagined courting the love of his life, making an honest woman of her, and consummating the marriage after a lavish wedding ceremony. 

What Kyojuro didn’t plan on was being enraptured by the essence between your thighs during a heavy petting session that went a little too far. It was your fault, really, allowing him to remove your clothes and encouraging him to kiss lower and lower until he was at eye level with your pretty pussy. 

Between hushed whispers, soft gasps, and gentle words of encouragement, “Yes, right there, Kyo,” “I love being licked there,” “Just like that, Kyo,” and “O-oh, your tongue is so long,” you had unknowingly sealed your undoing.

He wanted nothing more than to be respectful of you and your body, waiting to taste you after he gave you his last name, but what you have between your legs transforms him into nothing but a horny, pitiful, and feral mess, so please don’t deny him when he’s only begging for “just a taste.”

The Kyojuro Rengoku you know now is debauched, insatiable, and obsessed with eating your creamy cunt, and his stellar sense of taste only makes the experience more otherworldly for him. 

Let’s walk through it together.

Everyone has a different number of taste buds.

It’s reported that the average person has between 2,000 - 10,000 taste buds and that those taste buds are located all over the mouth—including the inside of one’s cheeks, the back of the throat, and the roof of the oral cavity. That means that every drop of you that passes beyond his lips, every drop of you that drips languidly on his tongue, and every drop of you that slides down his throat is savored to the same extent that a parched man savors his first drop of water from an oasis. 

He descends between your legs, his large hands gripping the soft flesh of your inner thighs, spreading them wide enough so he can settle his shoulders among them. With eyes half-lidded and pooling with arousal, he’ll swallow thickly as he gazes upon you, his favorite indulgence. 

God, I’m drooling; he’ll chastise himself mentally, fearing that you’ll find him too desperate, and he is desperate, so pathetically desperate for you. 

“You’re so wet for me, my flame. Have you been like this all day? Sitting in your sweet mess, perhaps? Here, let me have a taste.” 

It’s a delicate process, bringing two fingers up to your sensitive mound and spreading your lips in a way that exposes every inch of the velvety flesh to his intense and appraising eyes. Your clit is a deeper red, a little swollen, and ready to be kissed, licked, and touched. It doesn’t matter how often he’s done this; his heart will be drumming in his chest at the mere sight of you. 

He’ll suck your puffy lips into his mouth resulting in an approving groan from you before he releases them with a loud smacking sound. Kyojuro has already lost his wits at the smell and taste of you, and when that happens, it doesn’t matter how much you beg or plead of him; he’s a different man now, a man who doesn’t plan to show your delectable pussy any semblance of mercy. The 10,000 invisible sensors in his mouth are driving him, so you better lay back and allow him—and his tongue—to have his way with you.

You taste with your brain.

If Kyojuro were to ask his colleagues if they enjoyed pleasuring a woman with their tongues, he would get a mix of “of courses” and “sures,” but Kyojuro isn’t asking for the purpose of striking up a leisurely conversation with friends. He’s asking because he wants to know if the insatiable pull he feels about eating YOUR pussy is normal. 

Do they think about it as much as he does? If they don’t perform the act for days, do they start to get jittery and even a bit irritable in the same way that he does? He swears he enters a new level of enlightenment when he devours you—the ability to hear and feel colors as his tongue swirls among your clenching walls, making him feel higher than any drug—or any experience—possibly could. 

While you enjoy it when Kyojuro devours you, there may be an argument that he enjoys it a tad bit more. 

You can’t taste well when you can’t smell.

Sometimes, Kyojuro wonders what it would be like to have Tanjiro's smelling ability. He considers his sense of smell to be above average, maybe not on par with his sense of taste, of course, but he has always been able to identify when a new batch of miso soup is being prepared from a few hundred feet away. But when he lowers himself between the sanctum of your thighs, he wishes his sense of smell was stronger. The scent of you simply intoxicates him.

Sometimes you squirm in embarrassment because you can hear when he takes a strong, long whiff of you, his nose rubbing against your sensitive clit as he trembles, and an embarrassing influx of saliva collects in his mouth. 

Smelling you is part of the experience for Kyojuro; it makes his dick twitch to smell your arousal, the musk of you. And sometimes, after feasting, it’ll be some time before he considers washing you from his face unless he has to leave the estate immediately after, eyelids fluttering closed as the smell of you wafts upward. He can swear he can see you spread open wide for him—just for him—-again. If he presses his thick, battle-worn fingers into your sloppy cunt, he’ll sneak a digit past his nose when no one is looking just to revisit you in his mind. Speaking of memories… 

Eating sweet foods helps form a memory of a meal.

When Kyojuro can relax, finding himself enjoying quiet time in between fighting demons or training, he’ll sit back, close his eyes, and think of every time he’s had you against his lips. He’ll remember all the times he’s begged you for a quick taste before a mission, “you don’t understand, y/n,” Kyojuro whimpers, “I need this.” 

When pressing him and asking “why he needs to eat you out,” he responds that he just does as though it’s the most normal thing in the world to be bothered over. 

He’ll remember the first time he had you bend over on all fours and tasted you from behind. The sight in front of him was the lewdest thing he’d ever seen, your sex glistening at him, clenching for him, and him able to see your other hole, the one he desperately wants to lick too, but hadn’t dared to ask yet. It was like dying and going to heaven having you positioned like that, and eaten in that way. His face was so flush against your skin that he felt every twitch of your thighs as his tongue dove deep into you. 

But his favorite way to eat you out? With you parking that juicy pussy on top of his face, watching you hover over him, your sweet nectar dripping down like honey for him, his eyes blown out with lust, “don’t keep me waiting, love. I’m hungry.” He’ll wrap his strong arms around your thick thighs and let out a pathetic groan as your cunt makes contact with his tongue, the heat from your arousal even matching his own!

God, recalling the sounds that you make when he slides his tongue inside of you is enough to make him adjust his legs and palm his crotch in public. But he’s not some pervert with an exhibition fetish, so he’ll settle with rubbing his thighs together to garner some much-needed friction. 

Some of your taste preferences are genetic.

The truth is, eating you out is innate for Kyojuro; it always came naturally to him. This was to your surprise as you had assumed he was a virgin. After your first time, you pushed his head away from your aching pussy, and squeezed your thighs shut to put a stop to his greedy tongue—much to Kyo’s dismay. 

With a heaving chest and on the verge of passing out, you asked him if he’d ever done that before. He looked at you, eyes wide in shock and a heavy blush on his face—it takes every molecule in your body not to roll your eyes at his expression and attempt to feign innocence. Kyojuro only shook his head and proudly confessed that you were his first. 

Oh, you think, before passing out from exhaustion. 

If you genuinely want to know where Kyojuro gets his pussy eating abilities, perhaps you should trace his lineage. And you don’t have to go far; his father, Shinjuro Rengoku, is a notorious eater in his own right. 

Sugar cravings have a biological basis.

If you asked Kyojuro if he was a kinky person, he’d tilt his head to the side in confusion, uncertain why you’d ask him something like that. “A pervert? Me? No, absolutely not.” 

Kyo isn’t intentionally lying to you. He doesn’t think he craves you because he’s a pervert. No, he craves you because not craving you isn’t an option. It’s so completely normal to crave your partner, silly! To want to fuck them with your tongue and drown in their juices. To desire that his chin, hair, and shoulders are drenched in your mess as you quake against his lips, his words of encouragement bringing you over the edge, “Yes, my love! Use me. Use this tongue for your pleasure. Give it to me, please.” 

And how could he not want to taste you? You’re his lover with the sweetest honey flowing from her legs; the thick juices you produce that end up sliding down his chin are sustenance for him. There’s a primal urge that makes him yearn for you. And he’s simply engaging in an act that all couples do, right? 

And now that you’re bringing it up, you notice his eyes roaming down to your pelvis, unashamedly looking at you, imagining you sitting on his face and squirting into his mouth. It’s simply one of the many ways he shows his love for you, and denying him the right to do so would be the death of him. 

BONUS

The first time Kyojuro Rengoku made you squirt was the first time in his life he had involuntarily climaxed into his pants. 

Don’t misunderstand; the man leaks when he kisses at your delicate folds, so much so that when he finally comes up for air, you’ll see a large wet spot staining his demon corp bottoms. He’ll shrug and shoot you a bashful grin, pulling his pants down to release his tan, angry cock. “Guess I got carried away again, huh, beautiful?”

Sorry, back to the first time Kyojuro made you squirt. You were on the verge of tears; his tongue, the sounds of him lapping away at you, the feeling of the bed jerking forward as he humped at the mattress while he sucked at your clit and curled a finger inside of you was just too much. 

You jerked your hips upward and whined, but his grip around your plush thighs only became tighter.

He doesn’t care what it takes to get you seizing around his tongue. Kyojuro will spitshine your pussy until it glistens back at him. He’ll lend you one, two, three fingers until you’re stretched out and your cream drips into his palm. If his jaw hurts, he’ll simply fight through the pain. There’s not much he won’t do to bring you to the point where you’re grinding into his face and screaming his name.

“K-Kyo, oh my god..!” 

You could hear and feel him moaning loudly into your cunt. The vibrations adding to the almost painful overstimulation. Your already overheating body grew even hotter, and the tingle in the pit of your stomach feels the equivalent of a roaring fire. You reach down and grip his hair, his usual hair tie pulled out and tossed to a corner long ago. 

Kyojuro takes this as a sign that he’s doing a good job. He pulls back to briefly admire his work, watching as the mixture of your slick and his saliva drip down to your throbbing hole and puddle onto the bedsheets. 

“Look at us making a mess, my flame. The sheets are drenched with our love.”

Flattening his tongue, he’ll lick a long swipe from your clenching hole to your clit, pressing the tip of his tongue against the sensitive bud and his hot breath aiding the intensity.

“I…! K-kyo, s-stop, I’m going to-“ 

But his licks only get more aggressively frantic, and even you don’t know what’s coming as your toes curl and you feel something snap inside of you. A release of pressure washes over you, and the feeling of too much wetness splashes at your thighs and in between your ass crack.

Kyojuro leaned into the squirt, embracing the warm fluid hitting his face, but he was just as surprised as you were. Had you just released a stream of yourself onto him? Was it your pee? He doesn’t have a fucking clue but welcomes it all. His pupils blow as he drinks every last drop, even licking around his mouth to capture what landed on his cheeks. Without warning, his body climaxes from the thought of you unleashing your fluids upon him.

Fuuuuuuck, I'm going to nut in my-

The usually sturdy Hashira grabs onto the mattress to steady himself as his balls clench while he shoots an ungodly amount of spunk into his pants. His moans and whimpers ring loudly in your ears, but you’re unfazed because you genuinely feel as though you could be on the brink of death. People have died this way, right?

“My flame, that was wondrous. Have you been holding back on me?” He’ll laugh, the hair from his bright, fiery mane sticking to his face. But even though he’s laughing, you can feel his hand snake around your ankle, pulling you back to him yet again, his stamina unchallenged and a threat to your health. 

[silver99johnlocked]

FIRST TIME WATCHING THE SPN FINALE [Spoilers ahead]

I just finished watching Supernatural in September of 2024. I'm overwhelmed and needing to rant about it so here are my thoughts on the last 3 episodes of season 15:

First things first: There was one thing on my mind the entire time during the last 2 episodes. "Dead men wear no plaid". Dean didn't wear plaid for the last 2 episodes. Not a single scene. While sam wore plaid the whole time. Then when Dean made it to Heaven he was wearing plaid again

2- what the hell happened to everyone they knew? They all stayed dead? They mentioned Donna so I'm guessing she's alive. But what about Jody and the girls? What about Eileen? Why is Sam's wife a faceless woman?

3- when jack became god and bailed on them, why didn't they ask him to bring Cas back? They had asked chuck to bring Cas back. So why not ask Jack? It doesn't make sense. God was powerful enough to bring people back from the empty. He brought lucifer back. So jack with his powers is supposedly able to do the same. Right??

4- Bobby said that Cas helped Jack fix heaven. That means Jack did pull Cas out of the empty. So I'm guessing he's in heaven with Jack and Dean is able to meet with him whenever he likes. Right?

5- it certainly didn't escape my notice that Baby's plates were different in heaven and on earth. When Dean died, the plate was that "new" one, c something I guess. In heaven the plate went back to being KAZ. 😏

6- I knew Dean was going to die and I even knew the how. Had that spoiler beforehand. I gotta say, the way people talk about it...I was expecting something much more WTF. But to be completely frank, I actually kinda liked the way it went? I mean. It's like he said, that's the life he knew and wanted. He tried the white fence life and he was miserable. Plus, he would only do something like that again if he was with Cas.

He wanted to retire remember? After all the world ending issues went away. He wanted to be on a beach with sam and Cas, relax and just enjoy life a little, be happy. Well, Cas died so he didn't get his dream end. Which means he sorted out for doing what he knows: hunting, with Sam. But chuck is no longer there, they have free will, they don't have plot armor. They're just hunters, not the heroes of some epic story. Which means they die, they go on hunts and they risk their lives every day. In the end he died the way he always knew he was going to. And he didn't have anything holding him back you know? The only lose end was Sam, so that's why he pleaded Sam to tell him it was okay, that Sam was gonna be okay without him. He was so relieved, man. And I'm not gonna pretend like he isn't suicidal because he is. He's been so since early seasons. And sure it was very sad to watch him give up easily, not wanting Sam to call for help and stuff. But I get it. Plus, I do believe he was eager to see Cas again. And his smile when Bobby mentioned Cas. God

7- About the confession scene. I was absolutely hooked. The scene was just spot on. Dean's reactions were perfect. Honest to god I loved it. I could feel so clearly that Dean was having a hard time processing everything but damn I could also feel the love in him. He wasn't disgusted by the confession or anything remotely like that. He was so into the moment, so soft, he was crying. Fuck. And Cas. Oh Cas. He was so sweet. He knew how to get to Dean, he knew just what to say and how to say it. His voice was so soft and his eyes oh my god so adoring. I'm so not over it

8- a friend of mine mentioned that what they hated the most was that the last mention of cas when dean was alive is lucifer pretending to be him and using his voice. I agree that it doesn't do him justice. But fuck, the way Dean ran to the door. DESTIEL IS SO CANON. I know people wanted something explicit and yes I agree that not having some grand romantic finale like they would have had if it was a straight couple is very homophobic but damn.

I saw it, it was so clear to me and for real I'm elated about that. There was no foreshadowing, not trying to undo the gayness. They didn't make Dean run to the hills with some chick or do something heteronormative. It was there, the door was left wide open for anyone who has 2 neurons to see it. Cas confessed his romantic love to Dean. Dean was moved to tears by it. He was devastated when Cas was gone. The very thing he asked chuck for was to bring Cas back. If Dean had been the tiniest bit uncomfortable with the confession he wouldn't have wanted to meet Cas face to face again. He's the king of being awkward about feelings, the king of denial. He was so not in denial. He knew it wasn't gonna be awkward because he returned the feelings. I mean, being very very honest, if he were to friend zone Cas, I don't think he would have the guts to bring him back

[prokopetz]

Brief summary of my thoughts so far now that I've done character creation and played half a session (we broke in the middle but may come back to it):

1) 7 players and a GM is too many. I know you know this already but I want to reaffirm it because that was what we had and it was really hard to understand what was going on.

2) I made my character 100% random and then backsolved an identity from there, and it worked better than it had any right to. The Traits are very evocative and I immediately had ideas of what I wanted my God Eater to look like.

3) I'm not sure the Calamity Clock is explained as clearly as I'd like it to be; to be honest, Tests in general are explained in a pretty convoluted way. It felt like some of the less-experienced TTRPG players at the table struggled with them, especially coming from a 5e-only background.

Sorry if this isn't the most helpful feedback; I'm just getting my thoughts down before any more time passes and I forget how the session went. I'll do a more full writeup if/when we finish the session.

(With reference to this post here.)

I definitely agree that the process of making tests could use a cheat sheet, and that's something that will be present in future revisions. However, it's worth noting that it's probably impossible to boil it down to something that a player with a 5E-only background would find intuitive because of some pretty basic differences in what kind of games they are.

In brief, 5E (and Dungeons & Dragons in general) keeps its conflict resolution mechanics almost entirely GM-facing in order to make it easier to onboard new players. Those mechanics are structured in such a way that it's completely feasible for the GM to figure out the target numbers, the applicable modifiers, the range of plausible outcomes, and the interpretation of the results with no player input whatsoever, with the player's sole responsibility being to roll a die with the correct number of sides (and if push comes to shove, the GM can do that part, too).

Eat God, conversely, is designed from the ground up to readily support GMless play (the specific rules for that will be in a forthcoming revision), which means that its conflict resolution mechanics can't be purely GM-facing. It puts a lot more responsibility on the player in terms of figuring out what the hell is going on, both narratively and mechanically, because its design goals mean it has to.

That said, it might help to frame it for a 5E player like this:

Making a test in Eat God is like playing blackjack: rather than rolling as high as possible, you want to roll as high as possible without going bust; "going bust" means all of your dice came up higher than your relevant Facet.

Everybody gets one die to start. If you can use any of your Traits to help with whatever you're trying to do, you get advantage on the test and roll an extra die. Unlike 5E, advantage stacks, to a maximum of five dice.

Instead of having a separate "damage roll", Eat God gets "did I hit or miss?" and "how much damage did I do?" from a single roll. A test's "damage" is the face value of the highest die that didn't go bust; the rules refer to this "damage" as a capital-R "Result".

You can get bonuses or penalties to a test's "damage" based on how effective the GM thinks your approach is. The GM will generally tell you about these modifiers before rolling. A penalty can't turn a success into a failure, no matter your Result; just like in 5E, a successful hit always inflicts at least one "damage".

Instead of critical hits, Eat God has critical fuckups. These have a range of dice roll values that trigger them, just like conventional crits; for example, you might score a critical fuckup on a roll of 11+, just like a champion archetype fighter in 5E gets a critical hit on a roll of 19+. This range can vary depending on how goofy the GM thinks your approach is.

Critical fuckups are assessed on a per die basis, so if you're rolling multiple dice, it's possible to generate multiple critical fuckups on the same roll. Yes, this also means that rolling multiple dice makes you more likely to succeed and more likely to fuck up, and creates the possibility of doing both on the same test. This is intentional.

When you roll a critical fuckup, the GM doesn't have to make something bad happen to you right away. They can do that, or they can take the fuckup and bank it toward a countdown to a really big fuckup that affects the whole adventure. You can see this countdown, but the GM is not obligated to tell you what will happen when it hits zero.

[ezra-editss]

UPDATE

I started binge-watching and saw x-men 1, 2 & 3 and just a few minutes ago days of future past and let's just say I'm not okay.

I literally had to pause the movie at the plane scene, thought about it and started sobbing. I feel like I need a year to process this, so I'm just gonna give you what my brain is capable of rn and the rest comes when I'm ready😭

I constantly had to think about how this must be for Charles. Imagine you meet this amazing guy that you have a great relationship with, not just great, the best. You love him so much and you seem to want the same thing, but then he basically betrays you and takes your sister with you and you feel all alone. You lost the ability to walk and feel like you're slowly going crazy. So you spend almost ten years in your empty house, depressed and drunk. Someday this random man comes and suddenly, you're supposed to face the one person you never wanted to see again. Well, in one way, you do, because you actually just want everything back to how it was, but you know that won't work. But you do it, bc you have to.

IMAGINE THE NERVOUS FEELING YOU HAVE TO HAVE WHEN YOU BREAK INTO THAT PRISON AND YOU KNOW YOU'RE GONNA SEE HIM AND YOU KNOW HE'LL SEE YOU'RE THE ONE THAT GOT HIM OUT.

And then it happens and all those feelings overwhelm you and you have to bear being in the same plane as him. You get mad at him and you can see that he also still has all those emotions inside of him. And then he apologizes. And even tho you don't have your powers, you can tell he's being honest. genuine. It's what you wanted, probably. But what are you supposed to do? You can't forgive him, even if every fiber of your body wants you to. So you change the subject..

And Erik, who had been in prison for years, probably went through what had happened a thousand times in his mind, because he had nothing else to do. One day, this guy comes and breaks him out and he doesn't understand why, but whatever, he's free. And then the elevator doors open and he sees the person he'd thought he'd never see again and he's clearly not okay and it's because of HIM.

God, this is so painful. It's just two men who fell in love when they were younger and tried for years and years, even in a different universe, but they always ended up apart from each other. Even though all that they both ever wanted was to be on the same side.

(This turned out so much longer than I thought. Sometimes I just start writing and don't stop. That's also why it's always so messy. Anywayss, gonna see Deadpool 3 tomorrow, so let's gooo I hope that's gonna be happier.)

[valeriianz]

For the fic writer asks:

4. Obviously you did research for BitB. I'd love you to ramble about it if you like I'm sure you've got STORIES

5. Did you outline it?

7. How'd you decide it would be Hob's pov?

25-27 I'd love to know a/some favorite lines, details, and any lore you might want to share

omg TJ what wonderful questions! thank you!! this is going to get LONG!

4: Rambling about research!

do you wanna see a screen shot of my bookmarks under my "band au" folder?

man, and that's only what could fit on the screen.

there is... SO MUCH i chose to ignore for this fic. ideas that i had to drop, lines or extra details about the other band members equipment. more logistics, what Lucienne actually does, what Mervyn has to put up with as the new touring stage manager... i realized very early on that i couldn't possibly cram all this (super cool and eye opening) information into the fic and still keep reader's interest and, most importantly, to not stray away from the fact that this is a dreamling fic. whenever i felt myself getting carried away with a side character or job or even social media numbers, gossip, outside POVs, i had to reign myself in and get back on track. there will be time for exploring everything i missed in side stories after BitB is finished. i just hope i still have the energy to write it all.

once, i was so deep into research that after publishing chapter 2, i went into work and when my chef asked what "GA" meant on my prep list, i answered with full confidence, "general admission."

(it means "get ahead.")

the worst part of this entire writing process is im still learning new shit. i havent rewatched or read a lot of what i've saved because, to be very honest, i was feeling a little burnt out. it's why we're kinda full steam dreamling now. it's why ive been glossing over a lot of technical stuff and being vague about conversations amongst the crew/not including it at all. i don't prefer ignoring my research, but at the end of the day i want to still enjoy writing this fic and finish it. even if i can't be as descriptive and detailed and nuanced as i used to be.

5: Did you outline the fic?

(also asked by @hardly-an-escape!)

i wouldn't call what i have a proper "outline," it's more like a 20k word document filled to the brim with notes that i skim at least a dozen times while i'm writing a new chapter (being in my brain is literally hell). i live multichapter life very dangerously. i copy and paste lines or sections (always scattered, never together! augh!) that are meant to go together and plop them in a new document titled "band au ch.#" and then i structure the chapter around what i want to happen.

but to answer this question in the plainest of terms: yeah. i know exactly what's going to happen up until the very end. even if its all in my head and the only concrete shit that's written down are beats/plot points. i'll figure out the rest later!

7: How'd you decide it would be Hob's POV?

i actually never even considered writing it from Dream's POV. this was my first fic in the fandom (which is so nuts to think about lol) and writing in Dream's POV sounded so scary lol. i also just thought Hob's would be easier because i have worked a few backstage shows, back in my college years. i figured eh, i can make this work. and i loved exploring how weird and mysterious musicians can be, from a normie's POV. making Hob a fan first and having him worry about developing a parasocial relationship... it was fun to explore.

25: Share your favorite line

oh god, i have so many haha.

“What are you thinking about?” starting in ch.2 and onward lmao

“It’s–” Dream laughs quietly, bitterly. “I don’t like change.” He says each word with emphasis, eyes trailing down to fixate somewhere past Hob. “And I still hold onto the things I can control, like my instruments–” his eyes swing up to regard Hob apologetically. “Or my clothes or my–” he brings a hand up and wiggles his fingers around his head. “My hair.” ch.4

"His majesty is pleased." ch.5

“You are obsessive,” he states, slow and cool and with a quiet smile cracking through his composure. “Just like me.” ch.7

“You look good.” Hob has to lean in to say so, unwilling to raise his voice amongst the roar of the fans. ch.11

“Del looks like porcelain, but she’s actually made of steel.” Desire swirls the contents of their glass before pushing their shoulders back with a deep breath. “She's tougher than all of us.” ch.11

“Everything. I want…” his fingers tighten in Hob’s hair, pulling him closer, speaking against his lips. “…Everything.” ch.14

26: Share your favorite detail

how intentionally coy Dream behaves. i love keeping him a mystery and deciding when and how much to allow his intentions to peek through has been so fun lol.

Despair is in fact covered in tattoos and piercings! i say this because i feel like sometimes i forget lmao. (but also her and Hob don't interact much so. my bad haha).

Delirium's constant explosion of color in the way she dresses <3

Hob's dedication to his job, Dream, and the people he cares about the most. i don't care if people think i'm making him too soft and good, im gonna project on that man and make him a sweet, sweet simp lmao

and ah, this doesn't matter anymore, and i kinda regret doing it but. i originally had Dream's favorite bass all black but the pickguard was white. so it actually looked like Jessamy. not gonna lie when @designtheendless drew it all black i decided i liked it better that way. and truly i do. that's when i went back to ch.1 and changed it haha. to actually see the guitar with Dream, all done up sparkling black and purple flecks... gosh it's just so him. but then i got up to the reveal that the guitar's name was Jessamy and i was like, "oh, right." lmao. no one seems to care so i'll leave it be.

27: Share a piece of lore you made up for the story

i have a lot lmao. and this post is already so long... im hoping i can get to some if not all of it in side fics in the future. but for now, here's some that's more like headcanons but:

Dream hates flying. he can full on go into panic attacks on the plane if he allows himself to get into his own head.

this was mentioned briefly in ch.4, while Dream was discussing the formation of the band, but Despair was in another band before joining Endless. she is the only character in the fic who gets to keep her English roots (lol sorry) and is the oldest in the band (30).

all of the band members ages: Dream, Desire, and Death are all 28 and Delirium is 22.

Dream can experience subdrop after going too hard during a performance.

Dream paints his own nails, it's very therapeutic.

as an exercise, i explored my own headcanons for Dream in this verse in a word doc, and one thing i will share from it that you might find interesting: If I were to ever give Dream a theological values, I would describe him as a satanist. He is a physical and pragmatic person, nonconforming, and although he is introverted, he enjoys being a part of a community (he loves his band).

also found this in my notes: How Desire and Dream got along was Death making them fight it out. Hob raises an eyebrow “like in a brawl?” He couldn't imagine Desire throwing hands. “No, in a pillow fight that escalated in hair pulling and verbal taunts.”

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