#i debated for the past few days whether or not to post this...maybe I'll still delete this

[jafndaegur]

Anywhere you go, you will feel my gentle love.

I've been having a lot of issues with confidence in the way I look lately. But recently...I remembered how I began my path to becoming a better version of myself—the version of me that I want to be.

And it is all thanks to a mysterious little messenger that I downloaded back in 2017 and a person named Jumin Han.

You don't have to read this...my thoughts are under the cut...but I just needed to voice what I felt to a void of some sort.

Maybe you've experienced the same comfort. Maybe you don't care. Either way, this is here. I may or may not delete later—this is just something important to me.

[Ah. My hair is long...]

I don't remember the last time I looked like this...perhaps it was when I wore a chain around my throat, dragging me along to the idea of conformity.

Kind. Gentle. Docile. Meek. Motherly.

[My body is a trap.] It's not an opinion. It's a fact. I'm trapped in my own body. The dress that excentuates my chest, emphasizes my hips. All of it so mocking to the fact that I have never felt comfortable in my own skin. In my own clothes. I have never felt comfortable as me. Every part of me that I hate emphasized by the shimmering violet cloth a queen should wear.

"Darling."

And suddenly, his voice cuts through the all the loathing.

His eyes are grey, his skin like moonlight. He straightens his tie and fixes his cuff links. There is a stern and appraising look in his gaze.

"Do you want to be greedy?" He asks.

And...I stop.

Greedy? No one has ever asked me if I've wanted to be greedy. [Greed is a sin. I am too proud and must humble myself further.]

Jumin. 한주민. That is his name. An odd man who is real and yet not all at once. And yet he kneels before me and takes my hand.

The dress, my hair, myself—it all melts away until there is nothing but me.

"You can be greedy." He says.

That word again. Greed. What I want is too much to ask [for greed is just as grievous a sin as me.]

But he smiles. Places a ring upon my finger and kisses my knuckles. "You can be greedy with me. You can be far greedier."

A man who has never seen me. A man who has never heard my voice or felt my touch. A man who only knows my heart and the words at my fingertips...

Has granted me the words I've always wanted to hear.

When the world comes to, I'm once again me. The loathing is back. So is my body.

[But my hair is short.] It is pleasant and fluffy, easy to style.

The mirror reflects someone stronger and far more alive. I fix my collar, straighten the cuffs to my suit.

[I am trapped in my body.] It's not an opinion, it's a fact. I can't change how people perceive me—whether that's from the shape of my chest to the way my clothes fit.

But I can be greedy. I can want for people to relearn who I am over time. As I grow, I can change myself little by little and become the person I've always wanted to be. Into the man I want to be. I'm allowed that much, I'm allowed to be greedy.

There is now a red ribbon around my throat that gently slips over my skin. Proof that no matter what version of me I am, he is waiting for me like the sun in the sky.

[truessences]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I saw this from a mutual @teafiend and I'm gonna do it lol

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

9; they're mostly one shots. I think there are two that are multichapter. There are two that are part of a series of oneshots.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

I'm not sure if there's a formal way to check it but 26,602 (as of 11/3/23)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now Stranger Things. I have one Harry Potter one.

In the past, on FF.net there might be more, like from Final Fantasy VII and more Harry Potter but I don't post on there anymore so I'm not counting it lol.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Closer to You (Mileven oneshot) - 91 kudos

2. One More Light (4 or 5 chapter fic Mileven) - 58 kudos

3. Dirty Dancing (Dramione oneshot) - 55 kudos

4. It's a Mad World (One shot about Mike and Eddie's first meeting) - 49 kudos

5. Roll Away Your Stone (Mike & Max fix set in S3) - 40 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not?

I always try to, since I don't get a lot of interaction (which is fine, I know how this works lol) so when I do, the comments are super appreciated. I don't post for comments but they are always nice.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?.

Ummmm lol I don't think any of them end angstily lol but maybe not Happily Ever After. At least the ones that are finished lol. Maybe Dirty Dancing because of how it ends? I don't know lol. I'm still debating on if my Stranger Things-Titanic AU will end happy lol

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I feel like they're all pretty happy but not like Happily Ever After kind of thing.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, I don't feel like I would be good at it lol. Maybe one day and maybe in the Stranger Things-Titanic AU will be my first. I've written it before kind of... but not in a fanfiction... hard to explain lol.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No but I did have an idea years ago of a Peter Pan/Hermione Granger fic but no idea where I wanted to go with it so lol.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. Stealing people's fan work is low hanging fruit so get a life.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No... but I have written with people before for other "fan" stuff.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

That's hard lol I don't think I have an ALL TIME fave but I'll name a few and not in any particular order. And because I like these, doesn't mean I've written a fic for them or read a fic of them (most likely I have though). I actually did a post a while back on some fave anime ships, I'll link that. Fave Anime Ships.

Bamon (Bonnie Bennett & Damon Salvatore)

NejiTen (Neji Hyuga & Tenten)

Cloti (Cloud Strife & Tifa Lockhart)

Hacy (Harry Greenwood & Macy Vaughn)

Kanthony (Kate Sharma & Anthony Bridgerton)

Cole Cassidy & Sombra (this one is new but I really like it lol)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Nothing, I plan to finish everything.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm not sure lol, I feel like I capture character voices well. I tend to write in third person and I can still get across how my characters are feeling and thinking. I also write original novels and have been for over 10 years so I hope my strengths have strengthened over the years.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Tenses really kick my ass and I overthink it. I feel like some people have really beautiful and lyrical ways of writing and I definitely can't do that lol.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Haven't and won't.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

20. Favourite fics you’ve written?

Um.... I'm not sure if I have a favorite lol. Maybe One More Light only because I actually teared up a little when writing one of the chapters because I just let my fingers go and it flowed. Whether or not it's good, well lol but I do think that one is emotional.

But that's it!

[cinefairy]

Sighh, I was debating on whether or not I should send this, I know you coming across this it might seem like something to just overpass because it's non law of assumption related and probably will be a bit long.

I don't even know if you'll see this as you probably have so many asks and you haven't been on here in a while or as much(don't mean this in a bad way I swear 🙃).

I've known you since you started a few years ago on Tumblr and I honestly love seeing how much you've grown, and how beautiful you are in every way, you've always been so eloquent, graceful and pulchritudinous (even though I've never seen you in person I'm sure you very much, I don't need to see you to know you're absolutely beautiful).

I appreciate you so much, your attention to detail, your ability to understand and your ability to make people understand are all things I've always looked up to up to.

You've been an inspiration to me, to be more honest, to start writing again, I love your posts you write about certain topics, whether it be about people, law or assumption, the self, all of it so beautiful.

Thank you for what you do. I remember sending you a message a few months ago(on your other account), you told me to message you but I couldn't because I think your inbox wasn't open, I was so nervous and I sent an ask asking about it but I don't think you got it, which is completely okay! I'm not just sending this message to suck up to you, it's because I was looking at that ask I sent and I kept thinking about it.

Even if you don't see this, and it's lost in your inbox, I'm still sending it because at least I did. You've been a huge part of my journey in law of assumption, you were literally one of the first blogs (I think the first) I followed and it was a little after when you had first started it.

I remember all the drama and all the laughs, seeing you talk about important topics, people, sending you music, and now seeing you being as beautiful as you always have been and somehow even more if it's even possible to be that beautiful. You've always been a representation of what a good person or an honest person who has all the qualities of kindness, assertiveness and eloquence is to me. I've seen you on this blog for the past few years as a comfort for me, an everlasting kindness and safe space, which in my past I didn't really know what that was like, then I came across your blog and you as a person in general has such warmth, comfort in your spirit, I could easily feel it whenever I'm on your blog.

I may sound so overly complimentary towards and maybe it's my way of compensating for being a bit scared(I can promise you that all of it is honest though), and from your end it may sound weird since you don't really know me, and to be fair, I don't know you either but you mean a lot to me, I'll probably never forget you in my journey of life, even if you one day delete your blog. I know I said before that I don't mind if you don't see this but honestly a part of me is hoping you see this.

I don't know if I'm gonna take anon off or not because I'm a bit scared, for what? I don't know, I admire you greatly, so so much, I've always wanted to be your friend but I've been so shy. I know you'd be such an amazing friend too.

I wanna say I'm sorry if anything I say on here makes you uncomfortable or that it's too long or it seems weird or you want nothing to do with it, honestly my point of this message, I don't know why but I just have been contemplating lately about you because I kept remembering so much from when I first came on here, so much things I was so shy or nervous to say.

Anyway I absolutely adore and love you, just like I used to before, I still look forward to your posts and your asks even if you don't stay on here as much, notifications for you have stayed on for years, I don't plan on taking it off honestly, I hope you do get this, at least I hope you see it and read it even if not answering 💖

💖🥺

i am so happy i came across this. this was so beautiful.

it warms my heart to know that you have supported me throughout my ugliness, the drama & how dumb & crazy i can get. i love that you’ve been there through my highs and lows and in all honesty that shows what kind of person you are.

honestly i wonder if my posts even do help or if i just blabber on stupidly so to know that they could provide something for you is so amazing. i have no words for this i truly have no words.

you are a kind and beautiful soul who deserves the best, for you to send me this message is just beautiful in itself.

there was a point in time on tumblr where i was considered this hard-headed disciplined person that people should be terrified of or whatever but you didnt see that in me. you saw something different, you actually saw me for who i am and i cant thank you enough for doing that.

you’re now an inspiration to me. ill remember you, ill remember that you sent me this message and ill remember that your message was full of love and ill give that love right back.

you’re so kind, you’re so sweet. i cant thank you enough for being there for me. even when we had our small chats, even if we never even interacted before. its just incredible

[penwrythe]

Working on moving on from Twitter also how do social media work yeah????

So, the last week and this week have been wild, eh?

My stress levels have increased badly over the past few days just seeing the fallout of the latest Twitter debacle. I feel now is the time for me to just let go of Twitter completely.

If you follow me on Twitter (either through Worldofrelics or PenwrytheArts), I thank you for following, sharing, and liking my art. I'm not a large artist, but I am thankful for every small interaction I get for my art! Even with a few (even major) setbacks, I still had fun interacting with other artists there.

I know I don't have to write all this over the Twitter thing, but I have spent six years there as PenwrytheArts and another year and a half as Worldofrelics. I want to say thank you to everyone who supported me and my art! And, also, if you are also stressed over this whole thing, remember you are not alone. Things will be okay!

Now then, what's next? Well, I just started backups on my accounts and, hopefully, if Twitter does not do another fuckywucky, I'll get them soon. I'll slow down on art and lore posts on my Twitter accounts, only to post the occasional reminder that I'm on other platforms. Since Twitter deletes inactive accounts after 30 days, I cannot make either of my accounts into art archives. I'm looking at WordPress as a place for uploading an archive of my art and the Internet Archive to upload my art and tweets from Twitter.

Once the archives are created, the reminders will cease and I'll just let Twitter's inactive account policy take my accounts.

Tumblr (Penwrythe) is where I will be the most active. For my other accounts, I'm thinking about reviewing how I upload my stuff online.

Tumblr (main) will have most of my activity once I close down my Twitter accounts.

Tumblr, Newgrounds, Blogger, Cohost, Pillowfort, and Artfol will have a combination of both final art and work-in-progress stuff since they have blogging formats like Tumblr. All these will have similar posts between them.

Gallery-wise for completed art: that will be my portfolio, Behance (once I figure out how to set it up), Instagram, Newgrounds, Toyhouse (for characters), and WordPress. World of Relics content is included in all this by the way, but I like the idea of creating WorldofRelics dev site to show progress, either on Tumblr or WordPress. WorldAnvil is its current home for lore and worldbuilding.

And while I'm currently on DeviantArt, I'm debating on whether to delete it or just keep it as an archive with no new uploads at a certain point. I'm still not sure about the state of that site since they still allow AI art to be uploaded there, along with other issues I have with the site.

Not only that, I'm looking for somewhere to upload stories from World of Relics, like Altostratus. I'm looking at AO3 (for original fiction), WordPress, Wattpad, Toyhouse (I think they allow written work), and WorldAnvil (maybe, some of its story features are behind a paywall, tho). Tumblr, Cohost, and Pillowfort are also obvious choices, but I want to keep my stories on at least three websites to avoid having to visit 10 sites just to make a spelling correction from the original draft.

Anyway, that's the plan going forward! Once again, I'm thankful for everything! Good luck to those who are also moving from Twitter, as well!

[musette22]

is it weird that I can't even look at their pics right now (seb and chris) because I can't help but feel icky and disappointed? the recent evens reminded me that they are truly two rich and privileged white men who are so dumb just cos they wanna get some. I'm out. Maybe in a year or so I'll check what their projects are. maybe never. I just can't right now. what a shame.

Okay guys, I’ve been debating over whether or not to “open my big mouth” about this (as one anon so sweetly put it once), but I’ve been getting quite a lot of messages like this one and I think I do want to share a few thoughts with you all. I’m going to put them under the cut because this is a long one, and I don’t want to clog up everyone’s dash ❤️

First of all, let me just make it clear that I am fully aware of the severity of this pandemic, especially in some places, including in the US, and that I am in no way trying to make light of any of it or undermine how serious this situation is for a lot of people around the globe right now, many of you included. It’s a terrible situation, and it’s far from over. I’m also not aiming to be an apologist for the bad decisions of privileged white males just because I have a crush on them, because that idea is abhorrent to me, but I’m aware some of you might still feel like I am, and that’s your right.

Having said all that, I am getting a bit worried about all the posts I’ve seen about how people are angry and disillusioned with Sebastian and Chris’s behaviour. I’m not trying to invalidate your disappointment, because it’s totally fair to wish they’d made different decisions, more akin to the decisions you yourself presumably would have made. And if that disappointment goes deep enough then it is absolutely fair if you want to unstan them and stop following or supporting them (that does not extend to sending them hate though, that is not in any way acceptable, no matter how disappointed we are).

But, as anon rightfully points out, the fact of the matter is that they are privileged white male celebrities. This is not news. They (especially Chris) have been successful celebrities for a long, long time, and with celebrity come certain privileges. They can afford massive houses in LA and big apartments in expensive areas in New York City, for instance. They get to go to cool parties, they get free stuff, everyone kisses their ass. They get paid exorbitant amounts of money (Chris much more so than Seb of course) that bear no direct relation to their work and responsibilities anymore, at this point.

And that’s not to say they don’t work hard, they do - but so do most of us, and we’re not getting paid nearly as much as them. It’s inherently unfair, but that’s what celebrity culture (and capitalism) are. Now, I’m not saying everyone has to blindly accept the status quo and just ignore how unfair it all is – far from it. In some ways, I wish more people would denounce celebrity culture, because it is in some senses terribly toxic and unfair. But listen, if you want to stan celebrities because it brings you some joy in this fucked up world, then I think that’s also perfectly understandable. That’s what I’m doing too. And to stan celebs (at least of the calibre of Chris and Seb) we need them to be famous, otherwise we wouldn’t even know them and we would get no content to consume. They are famous because they are in Hollywood movies, and they are in Hollywood movies because they play the Hollywood game - to some extent, at least. Playing the Hollywood game means everything from flying all over the world for movie premieres and leaving a huge carbon footprint, to going to glitzy parties where there a are lots or questionable people present, to “lying” in interviews because of contractual obligations - and sometimes it also means playing along with fake PR rumours or relationships, even if it’s bad PR.

I know people are worried about Chris, and especially Seb, being “bought” by Hollywood and its money and temptations, and losing his integrity and that he won’t be that sweet, soft-spoken, well-read boy who loves his mom anymore. I personally believe that so far, both Seb and Chris have managed to maintain an impressive level of integrity throughout it all, and I’m still hopeful that that isn’t going to change (much).

But it’s not realistic to have the same expectations for them you would have for your loved ones for instance, because they’re not. We have zero relationship to them as people, and they owe us nothing. They give us movies and pictures of their pretty faces, and occasionally good advice or lovely hugs at comic cons, but that’s all we’re gonna get from them. They are not our friends or potential partners. They’re human of course, and in that sense just like you and me, meaning they have feelings and thoughts and a right to privacy and they make mistakes, but their circumstances are wildly different from most of ours. They’re surrounded by the Hollywood circus. They are PART of the Hollywood circus, because they’re actors and if you want to be a successful movie actor you have to play the game to some extent. Sebastian cannot be expected to be home all the time and decline going to parties because he prefers staying in with a good book even if he did prefer that, because that way he’d never be noticed by the people who matter, and who could get him where he wants to be. He said it himself, he’s an ambitious guy. He wants bigger roles, bigger challenges. And he’s not going to get them if he doesn’t do some annoying, dumb shit sometimes, unfortunately.

In my view, that doesn’t make him a bad person who doesn’t care about anyone but himself, but it does make him a privileged human. Being a privileged human also entails some responsibilities, though – if you don’t want to become corrupt, you have to make sure you also use your privilege for good. And in my opinion, both Sebastian and Chris do that. They use their voice and their money to help people less fortunate than them. That’s part of that integrity I was talking about. Some of you may disagree, and that’s fine, but this is how I view it.

As for everyone who is upset with them for traveling to Europe during a pandemic and not wearing a mask in public: I completely understand your frustration, and I am frustrated too. This is literally a deadly virus and it has to be taken very seriously, and unfortunately, they’re not taking it very seriously right now, and that kind of sucks. But the truth is, neither of them are breaking any rules and neither of them is being more callous than the majority of people in the countries they’ve been seen in are. The situation in most of Europe is stabilising (not everywhere, and the UK isn’t doing all that great to be fair), and governments are reopening their countries and facilities. Wearing a mask in the street is not mandatory in either Spain or the UK, except for in specific situations such as public transport or if you’re in certain professions. The rules here are different from those in New York etc. because they have been adapted to how each country is faring. 

I live in the Netherlands, and no one here is wearing a mask in the street, not even in the hospital or at the doctor’s, and yet the situation continues to stabilise (I hope to god it stays that way, but that of course remains to be seen). From my friends in Spain and the UK I have heard the situation is much the same. Yes, Sebastian is acting differently from how he did in New York, but he’s in different circumstances too, so that makes sense. Moreover, both Chris and Seb will have been tested before traveling, because they’re privileged celebrities who have access to testing even where lots of normal folks unfortunately don’t.

Now, I’m not saying both guys shouldn’t just have stayed put and not left the country (especially a country where the virus is still rampant), because they should have, and they’re both dumbasses for not doing so. I am definitely disappointed that they’re not being smarter and more considerate about this, but I recognise that my disappointment in part stems from the fact that I put them on a pedestal that I shouldn’t have put them on in the first place. And I know a lot of you are mad at them for flying to Europe “just to get some”, but that is disregarding the fact that both Sebastian’s holiday and Chris’s trip to London seem to be at least partially for PR reasons, most likely pushed and arranged by their agency. The exact extent of how much of it is PR is still a little unclear to me at the moment, but I think it’s fair to assert at this point that they did not just fly to Europe to “get some.”

I know this is ridiculously long, but I have been thinking about all of this a lot these past few days and wanted to get those thoughts out! I hope most of you can understand where I’m coming from here. Love you guys ❤️

[prxttypxrker]

[secrets: part seven]

[part] one two three four five six

[tags] @falling-stars-never-cry @sarai-ibn-la-ahad @hphmincorrectquotes

You had family over.. you had family over? The only person you ever mentioned was your older sister, whom you lived with, and the late parents you lost at a young age. There were family friends and your sister's boyfriend, sure, but never any other actual blood relatives. The text you sent sat uneasy with him. While he was happy you weren't ignoring him for as long as he expected, the confusion of who you could've meant was tenfold. Does he ask you at school tomorrow? Or does he just bypass his curiosity and let it slide?

Peter flipped over on his bed, staring at the phone sitting between the pages of his chemistry textbook. He'd been debating calling or not—considering you did say you had family over and couldn't meet with him. However.. maybe you could do a phone call? Or a text. Texting sounded better. You wouldn't be able to hear his very unnecessary desperation to figure you out just for tonight.

He threw his head down and groaned into his pillow. If he didn't have a crush on you he wouldn't have been as persistent. And it was overwhelming. He didn't recall any moments he felt like this when he liked Liz last year; not even when he found out her dad was Vulture and had to fight him. That was crazy, but it didn't meld his mind as much as this did. He didn't even think he could like someone this much after that whole experience. “Hey.” He turned his head enough to see his Aunt May leaning against the doorway. “Are you going to call her?”

He sat up immediately, turning his screen off and shutting the book he was reading just to help you on the project. “What? Call who? I don't know who you're talking about.”

She stared at her nephew for what felt like eternity before giving him a small smile and shaking her head. “I won't ask what it's about, but if it has to do with a certain superhero swinging around the neighborhood—well—I’m sure she'll understand once you have a real talk with her. I know she wouldn't want to jeopardize your friendship either.”

He didn't say anything—he couldn't, really. There were moments he forgot his aunt discovered that he was Spider-Man, so whenever she discreetly brought up the other side of his double life he was taken aback. Although this time, he was more than glad she had a sixth sense about what went on in his life. He cleared his throat and nodded his head slowly. “Yeah.. yeah, I'll make sure I talk to her. Thanks, Aunt May.” She gave him another smile and turned to head back into the kitchen. He immediately opened up the book and turned his phone back on.

While he was trying to decide whether calling was a good idea, you were sitting at a dinner table with your sister Katrina, her boyfriend, and pretty much the only person your parents were extremely close with. Everyone was engaged in lively conversation while you could barely get a word in. It all made sense, but for some reason you still couldn't wrap your head around the fact that your crush was also the one who prevented what would have been a tragic event in your life. A part of you preferred he was just making new friends that would replace you guys in the future. At least then you could cope and talk it out without having second thoughts. This was a whole other situation. Peter was an actual hero, not the regular, run-of-the-mill kid who takes city crimes into his own hands. He was skilled and friendly and as selfless as anyone with powers could be. Not to mention he worked with Iron Man; you remembered seeing that ship 'incident’ on the news the year before. As well as photos and videos people would post online of the two of them taking on bigger jobs together. It was amazing and impressive, but something still bothered you.

“Y/N.” You looked up from the phone sitting next to your plate, sending it to its black screen before acknowledging your sister. “What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just some stuff about homework.” It didn't seem like she believed it, but she only shrugged and continued on with the conversation with her boyfriend. They didn't give it a second thought, but the other guest clearly did. You watched him glance between yourself and the device, raising his eyebrows. Was the conflict really that obvious? Could he see that you were struggling with a friendship? Or were your mixed feelings with the current situation making their way into your eyes? “Um,” you cleared your throat and stood from your seat, “I'm gonna go work on that project Miss Simms gave me.”

After saying an early goodnight to the other three in the room, you made your way down the hall toward your bedroom. You closed the door and breathed out a large sigh, throwing yourself on the bed. You laid on your back so you could see the ceiling; see the space where you had half of the pictures of you, your friends and family stuck with tape and staring straight at you. It felt weird to have photos up at first, but over time you would look at them each time you just needed someone and they couldn't physically be there. Mostly during your moments of sulking or frustration, in which you hated bringing down the moods of others so you would look at the smiling faces above you to keep you sane. You hoped they would still help with something as big as this.

You sighed and rolled over onto your stomach, deciding that if you weren't going to talk to him yet, you might as well actually work on that project. While you started doing the worksheets there was a light knock from the other side of the door. “Come in.”

“Hey, misfit.”

At the sound of the all too familiar voice you put everything in your hands down and sat up, giving the man your full attention. “You haven't called me that for a while.”

“Now that's because you haven't caused any trouble in a while.” You rolled your eyes, smiling up at him as he gave you one in return. “So what's up? Why have you been ignoring me?”

“I haven't.”

“You're a terrible liar... definitely got that trait from your dad.”

You frowned and he gestured toward the open spot on your bed, waiting for you to nod so he could sit down. There was a silence that hung in the air as the two of you sat there, both looking around different pieces of your room. It was a silence you always hated when it was between you and him. You much preferred the weird, fatherly or innovative talks that would happen whenever you'd see him. After your dad passed away with your mom, he was the only one that was able to tell when something was bothering you or if you were lying about anything. So after another minute or so of quiet, you spoke up. “Why didn't you tell me?”

He sighed, letting the question sink in on both ends. He then adjusted his position so he could look at you properly. “It wasn't my place to tell you that. It’s his responsibility to decide when to say who he was to any of you. I've just been there as the... moral support, you could say.”

You snorted, “Snarky Tony Stark as moral support? That I would like to see.”

The billionaire raised an eyebrow and grinned at you, seeing that his said snarkiness had been rubbing off on you more and more. His gaze found its way to the object with the screen displaying your contact list. There were times he forgot how much you grew since that tragic day, but seeing the extent of what you'd been going through the past few months helped him see that you had more than just normal, teenage issues. You had a knowing crush on a boy who went around saving pedestrians and putting his own life at risk once in a while. All while having a father figure who had an arc reactor in his chest, flew around in an iron, red and gold suit saving New York from aliens with other heroes, was part of Earth's best defenders, and had a mind so big only those truly intelligent could fully understand him. “Talk to the kid. He goes through a lot. He could use someone like you on his side.”

Without waiting for a response he pulled himself up from the sitting position and made for the doorway. You bit your lip when he took a step out. You didn't want the chance to say it slip by, so just as he was halfway down the small hallway, you let out a small shout. “Thank you, Uncle Tony!”

With his rare modesty in check after your miniscule burst, you went back to the materials laid across the mattress. Your eyes combed over everything, stopping at the name that both frustrated you and sent waves of butterflies in your belly every time you heard it.

Neither of you were aware the other knew about having a crush on one another; these types of instances almost never happened, especially during high school. It was a decision of part temporary confidence, part consideration, and part nobody wanting to lose a friendship out of this. You were both unsure for different reasons, but at the end of the night feelings were only an excuse. In your beds, you each took a deep breath and pressed the name on your phones.

[fly-pow-bye]

DuckTales 2017 - “Happy Birthday, Doofus Drake!”

Story by: Francisco Angones, Madison Bateman, Colleen Evanson, Christian Magalhaes, Bob Snow

Written by: Bob Snow & Francisco Angones

Storyboard by: Stephanie Gonzaga, Vaughn Tada, Brandon Warren

Directed by: Matthew Humphreys

Don't eat the cake.

The episode begins with Scrooge noticing that something is terribly wrong. He checks through his manor, opening a few doors to see. Webby, Lena, and Violet are dealing with a giant beast, Mrs. Beakley and Dewey are messing with a tempest in a teapot, and, in what is specifically deemed "very wrong" by Scrooge, Della actually bonding with a child that isn't the blue one. Okay, he's actually reacting to how they're both dramatically shouting about being the Legends of LegendQuest, but that doesn't seem too out of character for Della. Maybe for Huey.

After checking the whole mansion he goes back to his room, and he notices his seat is occupied by a familiar face.

Goldie: Morning, Scroogie.

Scrooge wonders why she would be here, and Louie shows up to tell him he invited her in. This episode continues the Louie Inc plotline that we last saw in "The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck!". That plotline left off with Louie having a choice for his company: use Scrooge's hard work, or will it be the choice that Louie would actually pick. That choice ended up being "team up with the untrustworthy frenemy of Scrooge". Louie sees himself as a professional, he can handle this!

Not even after the opening credits roll, we see that Louie couldn't handle it, as he gets locked into a chest. Louie starts crying, saying that Louie Inc was his dream, and he thought he can be as clever as her, even calling her his hero. Goldie sees through this "crocodile waterworks" pretty much immediately, but takes kindly to Louie's training in the art of cons. That, and she needed a kid for her next con: getting into a "septleventh birth anniversary" for rich families. Who’s the birthday boy?

It turns out to be this reboot's version of Doofus Drake's big birthday party. Oh boy. Admittedly, the annoying living fat joke being retooled into an awkward and spoiled rich kid with creepy tendencies isn't exactly a terrible punishment for our eyes. When I imagined the Louie and Goldie adventure back when that was teased, I never expected anything like this, that's for sure.

Going away from that, anyone can guess at least one of those things Scrooge McDuck closed the door on was going to be the B plot, and it's not about that beast or the tempest in a teapot. We learn that during her adventuring days, after Donald and Scrooge would go right to sleep, Della would play a video game called Legends of LegendQuest. Huey decides to join in.

I do like the subtle joke that the "very wrong" epic speech they were doing was during the game's really long loading screen, which takes until this scene to load 100%. I would hate to say I liked it because it was the only subtle joke in this B plot, but I have to say it.

The rest of this B plot takes place inside the game world. This isn't a case of a magical video game that sucks them in, they just happen to have avatars that look exactly like them with some subtle differences. Della is this strong warrior woman with a strong resemblance to Zero from Mega Man X, with what looks like a scouter from the early days of Dragon Ball Z. I am sure this show is beyond referencing that ancient "over 9000" meme.

Her son decided to go with the joy of being an ordinary farmer who farms under a giant force field, protecting his garden from the bugs that manage to get past it. The joke is that Huey is boring, but Della is fun! Huey kind of reminds me of that other red accessory wearing kid from the other show in this episode, and not the good version of her.

We see Doofus's party, filled with more Beagle Boys than one might expect. Sorry to say, they do not appear that much. He has all the party quirks that would fit someone of his obscenely rich and richly obscene personality. Instead of bobbing for apples, he has bobbing for splinters. His birthday cake promises that it's not full of hair. Even Louie starts to talk to himself about the obvious joke that it will lead to, until he and Goldie get distracted by the party bags filled with gold.

Louie tries to take one of those party bags, only for Doofus's parents, or "servants" as Doofus calls them, to slap his hand. These bags are meant for departing guests, and are filled with priceless heirlooms from his late Guhmeemama Frances.

Doofus's parents: Guhmeemama.

Oh yeah, whenever her name is said in this episode and Day of the Only Child, they have to whisper to themselves her name. It gets a good payoff here in many more ways than one.

Louie tries to run off with two of the bags again, this time pretending to leave the party, only for Goldie to stop him this time. Apparently, she does not want Louie to be a bad party guest! Oh, and she wants all the bags. She also will not tell Louie her plan to do so, because he would not learn anything. Oh, and she doesn't know what her plan is. A lot of her dialogue is like that.

But enough about her way of talking, the "servants" announce that the "universe's perfect widdle (sic) angel" is making his grand entrance. A closed clam shows up, surrounded by angels. It's a scene very similar to a certain painting, and I really don't like where this is going.

Thankfully, they don't go with him barely covering himself up with a long blonde wig. Somehow, him just popping up right behind Louie is the second worst thing that could have happened with that. As he speaks about how seeing all of his guests with their loving parents reminds him of the only parental figure he knows, he sniffs that some of these families are filthy liars that only went to his party to get his gift bags!

One of those people turns out to be Percival P. Peppington, a guy that sort of looks like Willy Wonka and has at least enough money to hire Johnny, formerly of the Ottoman Empire, to pose as his kid. I looked Percival up, he's not a character from the comics, and he never appears again after this episode. Exposed, Percival ends up getting sentenced by Doofus to go into a trapdoor into his honey bin.

Percival: Don't you mean "Money Bin"?

Doofus: No. (hits button)

We never see this honey bin, but judging by the sound of bees and Randy's face when he looks down into the trapdoor, one would be wishing Doofus could just wish them into the cornfield instead. Thankfully, Doofus has mercy for the not-so-child actor, as he merely gets ejected via spring.

Seeing this, Louie whispers to Goldie that he can smell lies. He and Goldie will then talk about the plan to expose the two obvious phonies to Doofus, leaving them as the only people worthy enough to grab those money bags. They say this all out loud, because there's no way Doofus would hear them despite Louie's fear about him smelling lies!

It may be possible that Louie is heavily overestimating Doofus's abilities to smelling crooks, considering who those two phonies are and at least one of their plans. There's Glomgold, with a son named Sharkbomb that always seems to stay on his right arm, and Mark Beaks, who now has a son named Boyd. Clearly, one is way more unbelievable than the other. I mean, Mark Beaks having a kid? Maybe I'm underestimating how many fangirls he has. As he shows off his family selfies, all of them with his kid with the same exact face, he says this:

Mark Beaks: Yeah, I love this, uh, what is this, uh, uh, son!

This line outright blurts out that this son is completely fake, but anyone should expect that. Doofus does not smell this lie, as he just mentions that looking at his family selfies reminds him of his family memories.

This leads to Doofus sobbing and kissing his father's stomach, which happened to have a tattoo of his Guhmeemama...

Doofus's parents: Guhmeemama.

...riding on a Doofus centaur. Maybe it is best not to ask.

Glomgold also shows off his own family photos, which are surprisingly more convincing than the tech guru's, and Louie has to think fast. Thankfully, a quick trip to a nearby photo booth and Louie's not-too-convincing smiles clears that up. How it seems like Louie isn't even trying and still manages to win just seems to weaken him to me, but don't tell that to Goldie, who now wants to go on the offensive. Who is the first mark? It's not Beaks, as much as they seemed to be setting up for that joke.

All of the guests get into the pool, not by choice, and Louie tells Glomgold he wants to talk to Sharkbomb alone. Glomgold decides to try his best at ventriloquism while he's underwater to expected effects. He tells Sharkbomb about how Goldie has the hots for his dad. It's cool to see that plot thread from "The Golden Lagoon of White Agony Plains!" get referenced, and that reference also interests Glomgold, who suddenly comes out from the water to ask if it's true.

He tries to cover it up by having his puppet son say "as if", only for Glomgold to take his own puppet son's words as an insult. Considering "Duke Baloney", this whole fight may have a bit more depth than one could see here. I don’t think it is intentional, but that is something.

Eventually, that fight ends with him beheading his own son right in front of Doofus' eyes. Needless to say, Glomgold's attempt to put Sharkbomb's head back on with his spit does not please the manchild of the day. Doofus decides to send Glomgold to the honey bin.

Glomgold: Don't let go, Sharkbomb!

Sharkbomb: Don't tell me what to dooo! (lets go)

Gotta say, Glomgold and Sharkbomb ends up being one of the highlights of the episode. Kind of wish we got to see more of them.

Instead, we get to see Mark Beaks and Boyd, the latter of which suspiciously doesn't want to put his head below water! Also, he seems to have the strength of a million and seventy men. I guess he really shouldn't complain. But I have a feeling he can't go out for a walk without rusting in the rain. I guessed this as soon as I saw him, anyway; it would be fitting for the tech guru.

Speaking of tech, they do cut back and forth between this party plot and the video game plot, and, unlike the last episode, it doesn't do any creative transitions between them. One minute, we're watching Louie plot his schemes. In the next minute, that plot pauses so we can see a close-up of Huey talking about how the fate of the land is in Della's hands...that land being the garden. The joke is that Huey is boring!

Unlike Huey's insistence on staying in his force field bubble and playing FarmVille, Della wants him to explore the world, go to a checkpoint, and use all of that XP he's getting from those bugs to become super-powerful. This is all a metaphor for Huey not wanting to leave his comfort zone even with his mother goading him to do so. How subtle do they make this metaphor?

Huey: Hey Mom? I think I should step out of my comfort zone.

By outright saying it. As an aside, being one of the adventurous nephews, is Huey really the person that needs this lesson?

Back to the more exciting plot, Boyd sure plays some mean pinball, and Doofus is taking a liking to him. Louie tries to find some dirt on Boyd, looking through Mark Beaks' Waddle profile and looking at all of the pictures with his kid. Ignoring how Boyd has the same face in every picture, the biggest tell that this kid may be a fake is that there's no baby pictures!

Louie: Where are the baby pictures? Beaks would never pass up that sweet clickbait!

Goldie: Click-what, now?

Louie's not wrong, and it's good to see one scam Goldie would never take a part in. However, they need something more obvious. Eventually, Louie gets one, as he gets connected to the Beaks Optimistic Youth Droid's Wi-Fi network.

Even though Goldie isn't tech-savvy, even she can recognize an acronym when she sees it. Not willing to outright tell Doofus about his new best friend being a robot, Louie decides to just ask the B.O.Y.D. what he did two days ago.

To make a long story short, it doesn't work out, as the B.O.Y.D. starts shooting lasers out of his eyes. Wow, I guess I can't avoid reviewing shows with laser-eye-using children.

Eventually, his fake eyes melt, and he ends up falling into the pool. Mark Beaks laments that he's going to need a big bag of rice right before he'll need something to wash off honey, bees, and whatever else is in the honey bin Doofus sent him to. Goldie is impressed, and sends some praise to her not-really nephew about how they should team up on a more permanent basis.

Doofus is really upset that his newest best friend had their eyes melted, apparently at least the second year in a row this has happened. Much like Calvin and Hobbes' "noodle incident" and whatever led to his father getting a tattoo of a centaur Doofus, one's imagination can fill in the blanks far better than even the mighty DuckTales writers could on how that could happen. Only a minute after that aforementioned praise...

Goldie: Llewellyn Duck, I am so disappointed! Ruining poor Doofus' party, trying to take all the extra bags by yourself! Who raised you?

(a minute later)

Goldie: Sorry, Sharpie, I only work for myself! I want you gone, mister!

Oh, Goldie! For reasons only Doofus seems to know, he decides to arrange that last plan with the help of the BOYD. He's able to do this thanks to him grabbing the phone that just happened to slip out of Beak's hands when he sent him to the Honey Bin earlier. Doofus presses the “Kill” button on the stolen phone, and the B.O.Y.D. rises up from the pool water, mostly unharmed. So much for needing the rice.

Doofus essentially does his “psycho rich kid” shtick again, saying that his party wouldn't be complete without him beating a pinata, and he wants to hunt the most dangerous pinata: man. As he controls the BOYD, we're left to wonder if Goldie will just take the money and run, leaving Louie to get beaten by a robotic kid.

Oh, of course Goldie decides to save Louie in the end, putting herself between the rapidly spinning bat and the "Sharpie". Doofus ends up saying this was all a test to see if Goldie could be a loving parent or not. This doesn't completely add up to the cover story, but maybe that was what Doofus actually wanted, as we'll soon see.

Meanwhile, in the video game, Huey finally manages to get out of the "comfort zone" by stepping out of it. This turns the force field off, causing an alien to zap it and kidnap his mom. He initially thinks that he should have just stayed in his comfort zone, but he then realizes he needs to save his Mom. He runs towards the checkpoint, and his level begins to rise. Or, as Della says...

Della: That power level... (scouter explodes)

Oh, dear.

Della: ...it's over 9000!

Well, I guess they were not above it after all! Do not get me wrong: I don't hate this, and at least the line still fits. Huey becomes a Super Saiyan God The Duke and destroys the alien monster with his raw fisticuffs. That's pretty much it for this B plot; it ends with a scene where Della has to wrestle the keyboard away from him because he was getting too "not comfortable". Eh.

In the A plot, we get to see the aftermath of Louie and Goldie's plot: Doofus gives Louie all of the gift bags, and Goldie's good parenthood gets rewarded by becoming the new Goldiemama.

Doofus's parents: Goldiemama.

Don’t worry, that’s not the only payoff, and the other one is so satisfying, one needs to watch the episode because I will not spoil it.

It should be obvious even from this episode that being that Goldiemama is not a pleasant reward to say the least, even without the glass dome Doofus is keeping her in. Louie, knowing this, fights with himself with whether or not he should just take the money and run. Goldie did just betray him a few minutes ago. Maybe it would be a deserved punishment to let that betrayer suffer by being in the Doofus household.

Oh, of course Louie decides against taking the money and running, and goes to the rescue of his Louie Inc partner. This was a turn of events about as expected as Goldie not willing to let Doofus break the living pinata. I mean, it's not like they're just going to shoot someone into the moon...okay, that was a bad example.

Actually, come to think of it, Louie Inc doesn't really come up in this plot. Considering a future episode, he would consider stealing a business opportunity, but he has to find some way to make it technically not stealing.

As standard for my DuckTales reviews, I am not going to entirely spoil the ending of this episode. While it shouldn't be much of a spoiler to know that Louie will not be rich at the end of this episode and Goldie will be rescued, there is a very pleasant scene to see for people who just want to see Doofus' parents get something good for a change, and to see Doofus finally get something he deserved.

I'll also show this: this episode ends with this oddly touching shot of Goldie slipping in one of the on-the-spot pictures of Louie, right next to a picture of dear ol' Scroogie. Awww.

How does it stack up?

At first, I didn't really like this episode, but repeated viewings did lead me to see some of the good of this episode. However, I couldn't shake off that I didn't really like the B plot. It's not the worst, but it's not great, either. The best part is that it's not the mama's boy this time.

Despite the good moments with Glomgold, and I did like the ending of the A plot, this episode didn't do as much for me as most episodes of this show. I'm not going to send it to the Honey Bin, though.

Next, a nightmare!

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[writemywaytoyourheart]

"Definitely my idea"

a/n: hello again~ I hope you like this week's post and it helps you get through the week ❤️ enjoy~

Masterlist ← I hope I can get one in my bio soon, sorry guys!

Genre: FLUFF ❤️

Warnings: none :)

*JUST IMAGINE WHICHEVER MEMBER YOU WANT*

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"I'm.....going....to lose it....in a second."

You can barely pant out the words as you lie on the apartment floor in an exhausted sweaty heap. It was the middle of summer and 100° in Seoul where you lived. And to make it even better, your air conditioning wasn't working.

"....what do we do?"

Your boyfriend was a few feet away from you in his own sweaty defeat; his arms and legs splayed out so he looked like a starfish. It would've been a funny image and you would laugh at him but you didn't have the energy to do anything but lie there and think about anything you ever did wrong to deserve this.

You didn't answer him and just stared into space. You were in a tank top and short shorts, trying to have as little clothing on as possible because of the heat. Your eyes were unblinking and you looked like you were in a daze. This heat was going to be the end of you.

He looked over at you and poked your arm when you didn't answer. You just groaned miserably.

"Come on, y/n we have to do something. I'll die if we stay like this. I at least need fresh air."

He grunted, lifting himself up with obvious struggle until he sat on his bum with his legs sticking out. Then he started pulling at your arms to lift you up as well. You made disgruntled sounds, protesting his actions. He just ignored you and kept pulling you up until you were in a seated position.

"Maybe we can go get some ice cream and then go to my place, I bet the air conditioning is working, none of the boys has messaged that it stopped."

Your eyes light up at the mention of ice cream and you struggle to your feet. He chuckles at you as you pull your hair off of your sweaty face.

"Ok! Ok, let's get ice cream and then go to your dorm. Why didn't you think of that earlier? Ohh, I want..... I don't know what kind I want..but I'll think about it. Ok, get up boy! Why are you still sitting there??"

He loves it when you get so childlike and innocent, and he just sits there and smiles at you until you start yanking on his arms for him to stand up.

"Alright, ok! I'm coming, I'm coming."

"Hurry! I'll melt at this rate. I refuse to die until I get my ice cream!"

You then rush back into your room shouting at him not to follow you because you were getting changed, and quickly shut your door.

He laughs at your cuteness and sits on the couch, listening to you rummaging around in your room. Not even a minute later you come running back out and he takes in your appearance in surprise; you had on a pink skirt and a short sleeved shirt with ruffles. You had knee high socks in your hands and you came to sit next to him on the couch so you could pull them on.

"Wow, that was quick. You ready already?"

"Mhmm, I want ice cream now! No time to take forever."

You grabbed your shoes and yanked them onto your feet, hurriedly tying the laces. He just smiled like a dork at you when you took a hairband from your wrist to wrestle your hair into a high messy ponytail.

Once you finished, you stood up quickly and turned to face him.

"Well come on now slow poke! Last person out the door pays for the ice cream!!"

Then you bolt for the door grab your purse and throw yourself outside. He just shakes his head and smiles, walking out after you.

He wasn't gonna let you pay anyway.

_____________________

Dragging yourself down the sidewalk, you keep muttering to yourself and your boyfriend who was a step ahead of you, how tired and hot you were. And how you forgot how far away your favorite ice cream stand was.

Eventually you run right smack into your boyfriend's back when you weren't looking up and he suddenly stopped.

"Ouch! Yah! Why did you stop?....oh ow, I think I broke my nose."

You wince, gently touching your nose and feeling around making sure it isn't broken.

He turns and looks at you, then cradles your face in his hands,

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry baby, it was an accident, I thought you were farther back. Are you ok?"

"No, it hurts." You sniffle, then wince again.

"I'm really sorry baby, here let me see..."

He gently removes your hands from your sore nose and turns your face to the right, then the left, inspecting it carefully.

"Oh, oh gosh."

"What? What is it? Is it swollen?? Is it crooked??"

"It's pretty bad, baby."

"Oh no, really? What, what do we do?"

"uhh, here I think this will help." He leans down and kisses your nose. You glare at him and smack his shoulder.

"You jerk, you did this to me! Does it really look that bad?"

He laughs and kisses your nose again, shaking his head gently.

"No, baby. You're just as beautiful as always."

"oh....thank you-"

"....just with a crooked nose. No biggie."

"Yah! Come here you, I'll make sure you get a crooked nose too since you like it so much!" You grab onto his shirt and bunch it up in your hands shaking him around, although you could barely move him an inch.

He just laughs and laughs, and pretty soon you can't help but laugh too. You two must be quite an image.

Suddenly he turns around and pulls you onto his back. You yelp then start laughing again. He carries you piggy back as he tells you,

"See, baby. The reason I stopped was because I figured you'd like a ride to the ice cream stand."

You snuggle into his shoulder and whisper into his ear.

"Thank you love, you're so sweet."

He just smiles and pushes you up farther when you slip a bit.

"How's your pretty little nose, love?"

"Hehe, it's ok, actually, I think I can smell better now."

"Oh really? What can you smell?"

"Mmm, your hair smells great to be honest."

He laughs and hikes you up again; giving your leg a small squeeze.

"Thank you, that's very kind."

"Anytime."

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Finally, you arrive at the ice cream stand, and before your boyfriend can put you down you plant a kiss right on top of his head; making him chuckle.

"Thank you for carrying me, I can pay for the ice cream." You smile sweetly at him.

"You're welcome, love, I love carrying you around, it just shows you how strong I am." He smirks then ruffles your hair, taking your hand and leading you two up to the stand before you can respond.

"What flavor do you want baby?"

"Oh, I thought about it on the way here..... I think I want just chocolate today. How about you?"

Your boyfriend smiles and turns to the man running the stand.

"That sounds good to me too, can we get two medium chocolate ice creams please? Oh wait, baby do you want a cone or cup?"

"Um, a cup please."

"Alright, two medium chocolate ice cream cups please."

The man smiles kindly at you two and nods. Then he turns to get the ice cream you ordered.

You hop up and down slightly; imagining the cold, delicious chocolate ice cream that was about to be your relief from the blistering heat. Your boyfriend squeezes your hand a little and kisses your cheek. The man turns back and hands you each a cup of the ice cream, still smiling as he tells you the price.

"That's 6 dollars."

Your boyfriend hands you his cup, you take it, confused, and once he makes sure your hands are full he hands his card to the man. You realize what happened and start to protest.

"But I said I cou-"

"I know what you said baby, but just let me take care of it this time, ok? I promise I'll let you buy next time."

You squint suspiciously at him, but hold your tongue. It's too late to argue anyway.

The man gives his card back, you hand your boyfriend his ice cream and you two find a bench in the shade of a big tree.

Once you sit down you start eating the ice cream with the tiny little spoon that came with it. You're enjoying the cold sweetness so much that you don't realize that you have ice cream dribbling down your chin, the brown chocolate very close to falling on your pretty pink skirt.

Until you feel your boyfriend's finger wiping at your chin. You look up and smile sheepishly, rubbing at your chin to get it all off. You see your boyfriend is smiling so wide his eyes are crinkling so much you can barely see them. You blush and he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"Could you be any cuter?"

"H-How is making a mess of my face in the middle of the park cute?" You keep wiping at your chin, scared there's more ice cream. He takes your hand and kisses it.

"It's all gone love, and I don't know, I just find it cute. It's one of the many things I love about you."

Your blush creeps up your cheeks and becomes a deeper pink.

"H/N, you can't just...just say things like that out of the blue." You cover your face with your free hand.

"Why not? It's true."

"I know, it's just, oh nevermind, eat your ice cream before it melts, silly."

He turns back to his ice cream smiling to himself.

"Ya know, you shouldn't have gotten chocolate, H/N." You say around a mouth full of the sweet treat.

He turns back to you when you speak,

"Oh? Why not?"

"Didn't you see what the special was today?"

He shakes his head, confused. You snicker and say casually,

"It was mint chocolate..."

He rolls his eyes and takes another bite of his ice cream once he realizes that you're messing with him.

"I told you, I won't discuss that flavor anymore. I won't have this discussion."

"But you told me it was fun that day that you guys debated whether it should be a thing or not!"

He huffs and keeps eating his treat. Ignoring your playful teasing.

"I'm sick of debating that flavor Y/N, gosh, you know for days afterward we all kept bickering about it? I thought that was all in my past."

You poke his sides playfully making him squirm until he cracks a smile. You laugh and kiss him on the mouth then jump up and start running before he can grab you.

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After you two finish your ice cream and play around a little, you both decide it's time to go to BTS' dorm to cool down in the air conditioning.

Riding piggy back again, you hug your boyfriend tighter, all the way to his dorm; which isn't too far away.

You couldn't wait to see the rest of the boys and play a game together.

Yup, this was definitely a better plan than lying around in your sweaty apartment.

You smirk and tap your boyfriend's shoulder to get his attention.

"Hm?"

"I told you this was a better idea than staying at my place."

"Hey! This was my idea!"

"Hmm, I don't remember you saying that. I'm pretty sure it was me." You say slowly, acting confused.

He just shakes his head and grumbles,

"it was my idea...."

You just giggle and kiss his hair again. He keeps grumbling but you can tell he's trying not to smile.

"Definitely my idea.."

[lordofthebigtimesupernatural]

Heyo, are you still taking requests for your Single Dad Shiro Verse? Because I have a FEW prompts to submit! First one is: Keith has been having nightmares lately, and he's been trying his hardest to keep them from his dad, not wanting to pester him. However one night, the nightmare turns into a night terror, waking shiro. Angst, hurt/comfort, cuddles and love from daddy shiro. Keith would be about 9 years old in this. Thank you! I'll post the other prompts after a while. :)

I am always taking prompts, but I just take forever to get to them haha. I love a bunch of prompts but yikes guys, y’all are sending in all the angsty prompts now. Everyone loves either super fluff or getting right down to the angst, lol. No chill but I love it! Poor Keith. Thanks nonny for this prompt and I hope you enjoy!

x.V.x

                 Hecouldn’t run.

               Hecouldn’t scream.

               He wastrapped.

               Trappedwith dark, black claws reaching for him – inches away from his face. All aroundhim were eyes, starring unblinking and red like blood. His skin itched and histhroat scratched when he tried to scream, but he not a sound came out. Theclaws were closing in on him and his heart was hammering painfully in hisribcage.

               Hecouldn’t breathe.

               Hecouldn’t cry.

               “We got you. There’s no escape.”

               Heopened his mouth once more to try and scream, just as the claws closed inaround his neck.

x.V.x

               Keith’seyes snapped open and he shot up. Wordless, he looked around the room whilesucking in heavy, deep breaths. He could feel his body trembling and for a fewsplit seconds Keith was unsure of where he was. All he could see was a darknessaround his room and he could still feel those claws around his throat. Quickly,Keith touched his neck and was relieved to find that there were no clawswrapped around their neck.

               After afew minutes of trying to suck in as much air as possible and breathing deeply,Keith could feel his heart rate beginning to return to normal. Immediately, hereached out for his stuffed lion that had fallen off the bed. Despite the factthat he was nine and too old forthings like stuffed toys, Keith still kept his lion after all these years.Whenever he was extremely upset or nervous, the lion tended to help him calmdown better.

               Tonight,it took longer than normal for Keith to calm down.

               It was just a nightmare. None of it wasreal. Keith repeated these thoughts over and over. He continued taking deepbreaths and snuggling into his lion. You’resafe. None of it was real. Eventually, Keith could begin to feel himself calmdown.

               Heglanced over at his door, seeing it opened just a crack, as it was every nightso Shiro could easily come in if Keith needed him. Keith shivered, rememberinghow nimble the claws in his nightmares were and how they could easily crawlthrough the crack. For a moment he debated whether or not he wanted to get outof bed and go to his dad, because right now he was really scared.

               He knewthat his dad would be able to make him feel better again (maybe he’d even letKeith sleep in his room tonight), because his dad always mad everything better.But then Keith realized that the hallway was even darker than his bedroom and that wasn’t good.

               ThenKeith thought that his dad was tired. He had to work a lot at the shelter withthe Veterans and animals this week. Keith was aware that his dad was cominghome more tired than usual, when he fell asleep downstairs in front of the TV every night this week. Which meant thathis dad was probably exhausted.

               And hewas asleep.

               Keithfigured he shouldn’t bother his dad over a silly nightmare. Especially not whenKeith was nine-years-old. He was practically grown.

               “I’mfine. It was just a nightmare. There’s no need to wake daddy up.” Keithmumbled, burrowing under the covers even further. His eyes darted around theroom momentarily, before landing on something moving towards his bed. Keithfelt his heart leap into his throat, as raw terror filled his small body.However, Keith’s terrors quickly dispelled when he realized that it was Red onhis bed now, and curling up beside him.

               Breathinga sigh of relief, Keith rubbed her behind her ear. “Okay, we don’t need to wakedaddy up now that you’re here.” Keith nodded towards Red who huffed inagreement. Red would protect Keith. No monster would ever try to get them now.

               SlowlyKeith closed his eyes and fell asleep once more.

x.V.x

               Keith hopedthe nightmares would eventually stop after a couple of days. He was nostrangers to nightmares, but normally Keith had them every once in a while andthen they stopped. Then Keith could get over them in a few days and everythingwould go back to normal.

               Exceptthe nightmares weren’t stopping, and on top of that, Keith was havingnightmares every single night. Despite having Red’s comforting presence,despite clutching his stuffed lion and despite having found his old nightlight.

               Keithwould wake up, tangled in his sheets and sweating profusely. His heart wouldrace and his eyes were wide an unseeing. Sometimes Keith couldn’t even wake upand Red was forced to shake him awake.

               Meaning,Keith hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in several weeks now and it wasstarting to take a toll on the poor boy. Still he kept quiet. Luckily, Redcould always wake him up and she never was resorted to getting Shiro. TypicallyKeith took an hour or two to calm down entirely and would return back to bed.He kept quiet, in fear that if he went to his dad with this problem then hisdad would be even more tired than usual.

               He wasstill working the same long hours and coming home tired, but he always putKeith first. He listened when Keith talked about his dad at school, gave Keitha bath and read him a story. They still ate dinner and desert together butKeith knew his dad was tired. And his dad would only be even more tired if hewoke him up in the middle of the night for a stupid old nightmare. Keith wouldbe ashamed if he couldn’t even handle this nightmares without his dad’s help.

               So,Keith didn’t say anything about the nightmares. Instead he suffered everynight, always in fear and running. Admittedly, if Shiro wasn’t so tired fromwork he would have noticed Keith’s lack of focus and energy quicker. But evenhe was running on fumes on some days.

               Keith’snights often went the same as tonight.

               Hecouldn’t run. He couldn’t scream.

               He was desperatelytrying to get away and clawing at the darkness around him. Tall, loomingcreatures of a gangly stature with grotesque skin and twisted featuressurrounded Keith. Their mouths were full of pointed teeth like razor sharpblades and their eyes were huge, pupil-less, and staring at him. Always staringat him.

               Hecould feel their breaths on his neck, making the hairs on his body raise. Hecould feel the tips of their claws dragging along his arms and his back. Nomatter how hard he fought to get away, Keith never moved from the place he wastrapped in.

               Therewere no doors. No windows. No way out.

               Theirclaws were always wrapped around his throat. His arms. His legs.

               Hecouldn’t breathe or scream. Terror was instilled in the blood of his body andhe needed to wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

               AndKeith would eventually awaken. Whether by himself or Red. He would always lieawake afterwards, trying to calm himself down. Sometimes he could fall backinto a dreamless sleep and sometimes he would lie awake until Shiro “woke” himup for school.

               Keithwas so tired.

               He wasstarting to become sluggish in his work and movements. He was nearly fallingasleep at school or during practice. Yet every time he almost fell asleep, hewould snap awake, terrified of the monstrous creatures that invaded his mind.

               They were everywhere.

               EventuallyShiro began to notice. He saw the dark circles under Keith’s eyes and the waythat Keith was growing more and more tired throughout the weeks. For a while,Shiro had chalked it up to his own tired imagination. He hadn’t been sleepinglately with the long work hours.

               Butsoon enough, Shiro noticed that it wasn’t his imagination and Keith was exhausted. His son looked like hehadn’t slept in weeks. Which was a concern, because Shiro always watched himfall asleep after reading a story and he always had to wake him up for school.

               Themore that Shiro observed his son, the more worried he got. Keith was strugglingto stay awake during simple things like breakfast or watching a movie. He wasstarting to fall behind in class and more than once, Shiro caught Keith workingon one page of homework for hours.Shiro felt his heart ache at the idea that something might be terribly wrongand he only noticed now. Shiro felt ashamed that he didn’t pay closer attentionto his son when Keith was most likely hurting.

               Whichled Shiro to request less hours with work, despite being the boss. Thankfully, hisemployees and the veterans were very understanding. Work was finally startingto slow down, pace-wise, so Shiro didn’t feel quite as guilty leaving earlierthan anyone. Soon, enough Shiro spent more time at home and his own sleeppatterns were improving until they were back to normal.

               Shirowas hoping that by changing his schedule and improving his exhaustion, the samewould happen to Keith if he was home more. However, nothing changed. Keith continuedto look more and more tired every day that past. It made Shiro’s heart squeezeand his chest tightened.

               What could be wrong? Shiro worried thatKeith wouldn’t come to him about anything being wrong, since he wasn’tadmitting anything quite yet. With each day that went by, Keith became more andmore withdrawn and Shiro’s worry only increased.

               Slowly,he tried to observe Keith’s sleep patterns and keep an eye out at night. Hewould stay awake downstairs for a few hours after Keith fell asleep and waited.He waited to see if Keith got up or moved around at all, but he never heardanything and eventually was forced to go to bed.

               Itwouldn’t do Keith any good if he was still exhausted.

               Unfortunately,that was when Keith’s nightmares usually started.

x.V.x

               Thistime it was different.

               Keithwasn’t trapped in a room without windows or doors. In fact, Keith was in hisown house. A perfect replica, right down to the hole above the stair railing, curtesyof Red and Uncle Kuro. The house was dark. Too dark.

               It feltlike the shadows around Keith were moving but he couldn’t see anything.Instead, he nervously wandered around the house, hearing only the sound of hisbare feet on the ground. The house was devoid of any noise. No snoring from hisdad or huffing from Red. Keith couldn’t even hear the obnoxious hum of therefrigerator. It was too quiet.

               Keithslowly felt something drag across his back and he opened his mouth to scream.

               Onceagain he couldn’t.

               Keithjumped back and this time he was able to run away, as a gangling monsteremerged from the shadows behind him. Its white eyes were bulging out of itsdeformed skull, scanning useless around the room. Yet, Keith could feel whenits eyes were on him.

               Hebolted out of the kitchen and into the dining room, only to stop dead in histracks.

               The TVwas on, but no sound came out. There was nothing on the screen save for ablank, white image. It illuminated most of the room, giving Keith a perfectview of the floor.

               Whereseveral bodies were splayed.

               Keithjerked back, wishing he could scream upon realization that these were people heknew. They were his uncle Kuro andhis grandmother and grandfather. Keith’s heart felt as if it were going toburst out of his chest.

               Theireyes were blank and unseeing, pupils clouded over (looking so much like those monsters) and their skin was paperwhite. The positions that their bodies were splayed in look painful andabnormal to Keith.

               “You cannot escape. We are here. You cannotescape. We are here.”

               Keithscrambled away from the TV after hearing a soft voice speak. He could seemovement within the shadows along the room and Keith bolted for the stairs. Heneeded to find his daddy – he had to make sure his daddy was okay.

               Along theway, Keith stumbled, silently crying out as more and more bodies piled up alongthe stairs and hallways. Each as pale and with eyes unseeing as Kuro and hisgrandparents.

               Lance, Hunk and Pidge.

               Uncle ‘Tok, and Ulaz. Uncle Kolivan.

               Allura. Coran.

               Even Red.

               Keithnearly threw himself into the room that was always his dad’s. He scrambled awayfrom the door when the shadows looking in the hallway, engulfing the pronebodies of his family. Ever so slowly, Keith turned around to find his dad’sroom empty. He stifled a silent sob and rubbed at his eye.

               “You cannot escape. We are here.”

               Keithcould feel a breath ghosting on his neck and claws scratching along his back.His heart leapt in to his throat and his eyes widened. He could feel his bodytrembling as he willed himself to scream or run. To do something.

               Yetwhen the creature turned Keith back around, Keith was met with the grotesquesite of a monster wearing his dad’s face, leering down at him.

               “Keith?”

               FinallyKeith screamed.

x.V.x

               Shirojumped back as if burned when Keith screamed loudly. This night he had stayedup later than usual, determined to find out the truth. He’d even crept towardsKeith’s room and waited to see if anything would happen. He was then pleasantlysurprised when Keith started whimpering and whining. And Shiro nearly slappedhimself.

               Nightmares. Of course it was nightmares.Shiro was no stranger to terrifying nightmares due to his PTSD. He was morethan a little upset that he hadn’t figured it out earlier because he knew firsthandhow bad a nightmare could get.

               Shirowas quick to enter Keith’s room where he saw his son writhering under his sheetsand quietly crying out. Red was up and doing her best to try and awaken hermaster but Shiro could tell it was doing nothing.

               “OhKeith,” Shiro breathed before racing over towards Keith’s bed. He quickly attemptedto untangle Keith from the sheets, ignoring how his heart broken when Keithflinched upon contact. “Keith? Sweetheart? Can you hear me? It’s daddy.”

               StillKeith wouldn’t wake up and his nightmare looked to be getting worse.

               “Keith?Keith? You’re okay!” Shiro tried repeatedly and still Keith wouldn’t waken. “Keith?”That was when Keith screamed a blood curdling scream. A scream that chilledShiro down to the bones and one that he felt in his soul. It was a scream fullof pure terror.

               “Keith!”Shiro tried again when Keith continued to scream. Desperately, Shiro pulledKeith into his arms and did his best to calm Keith’s flailing arms and rockhim. His heart was pounding and he could feel tears beginning to pool in hiseyes. “Keith, honey, I need you to wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

               Shirofelt like took more than a few minutes before Keith’s eyes to snap open.Silence followed while Shiro and Keith stared at one another, before Keithburst into horrified screams. Afraid, Shiro tried to hug Keith closer only forKeith’s sobs to increase.

               “Hey,hey, hey, sweetheart, you’re safe!” Shiro whispered soothing, patting downKeith’s hair. “It’s okay. You’re okay. Nothing’s going to hurt you here. Daddy’sgot you. Daddy’ll protect you.” Shiro continued to soothe his son, rocking themboth back and forth. Keith’s sobs went on for a little while longer before hehad exhausted himself to pitiful sniffles.

               Finally,Keith spoke,” D-Daddy?”

               “Yeah,baby, it’s me. I’m right here.” Shiro whispered softly, looking directly intoKeith’s eyes. Keith’s eyes were searching all over Shiro’s face, looking for something.

               “Y-You’renot a m-monster?” And Shiro felt his heart crack again.

               “No,no. I’m not a monster. I’m your daddy. Right here and forever, my little star.”Shiro replied. Keith sniffled but that seemed to do the trick. Keith slowlycalmed down and nodded to himself. “Did you have a nightmare?” Shiro finallyasked when he realized Keith wasn’t going to say anything. He felt Keithstiffen in his arms, before eventually nodding.

               “Alright,I’m sorry. It sounded very frightening. Do you wanna talk about?” Shiro askedhesitantly.

               Keithwas silent for a bit. “It was so scary. I was so scared.” Keith whispered.

               “Iknow, I know. I bet it was awful, baby.” Shiro cooed.

               “Everyonewas dead. Uncle Kuro, grandpa, Hunk, Allura. Everyone.” Keith continued andShiro felt his stomach drop. This wasbad.

               “Everyone’sokay. I promise you that everyone is alive and sleeping right now. If you wantwe can call every one of them tomorrow just to be sure.” Shiro said. Keith didn’tsay anything but he did timidly nod. “Okay sweetheart, we’ll sit down and calleveryone in the morning so you can talk to them.”

               “Okay,”Keith whispered. Shiro didn’t say anything more a while longer.

               Eventually,he had to ask, “Keith, have you been having nightmares for a while now?”

               Keithlooked away.

               “Keith?”

               “…Yes.A few weeks.”

               “Ohsweetheart,” Shiro’s heart was breaking yet again. How did I not notice? “Why didn’t you say anything, or come to me?”

               “Youwere so tired. I didn’t want to wake you up for a dumb nightmare.” Keithadmitted.

               “No!Keith, it’s not dumb. That is no reason to not wake me up. I want to help you,and I can’t do that if you leave me in the dark.” Shiro said softly. “If I washaving nightmares, you wouldn’t want me to keep it a secret from you, wouldyou?”

               “Nodaddy.” Keith said quickly.

               “Then,even if I do have to work a lot, it doesn’t matter how tired I am or what timeit is, you can always wake me up ifyou’re scared.” Shiro explained as he stroked back Keith’s hair. “Promise methat no matter what, you’ll come to me if you get scared again?” He slowly heldout his pinky. It took a few minutes before Keith eventually linked pinkies.

               “Ipromise daddy.”

               “Thankyou, my star, now how about you sleep in daddy’s room for a while?”

               “Canlion and Red come too?”

               “Ofcourse, I expected them to come too.”

               In themorning, Shiro down with Keith and called everyone they knew. Most were surprisedto hear Keith calling them so early but after hearing Keith’s teary greetingand Shiro’s brief explanation, everyone was reassuring and promising to hangout with Keith as soon as they could.

               Keith’snightmares didn’t instantly go away but now that Shiro was aware of them, he wasthere to help Keith as much as he could.