#literally as i typed this ou hit a home run.......

[sargewood]

alright for mike white!!!!!!! 🤘🤘

[hyukiee]

Chapter 1: Destiny

warnings: cussing, drug use, mental illness (future fluff, smut, angst, etc.)

this is my first story i’m writing on tumblr, I hope y’all like it. I’ll probably update once or twice a week. I plan on this not so lovely love story to be pretty long.. and angsty. Enjoy :)

Dreams are one of the most unknown things we experience, yet no one questions our lack of knowledge about them when we lay in bed at night. Not everybody dreams. Some people only dream when their happy... or sad... or scared... or it just happens every blue moon for no reason at all. You dream every day, to the point where you feel a little depressed if you don’t have one. They never take you to wonderland, their never right, something is always off but you liked them anyways. They gave you an escape from reality, until reality started showing up in your dreams. The reality that you’re slowly killing yourself when really this was supposed to be the peak of your existence. The reality that you literally gave the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, the ugliest look in downtown Hollywood and the reality that you know you will ruin his life or get close to it.

‘That stupid fucking asshole, I can’t believe that no good piece of shit left me to fend for myself. It’s so fucking hot. Fuck off Karen, my face is easier to look at than that awful sweater. Fuck. I need to sit down.��� You stopped walking and you look at yourself through the reflection of some enterance to a cafe, it smells like. Jesus christ, those eye bags look like black eyes. You went to your closest friends party the other night, you didn’t want to go so that explains the oversized grey hoodie and grey sweats that... have dirt on them? How the fuck- you know what, you’ve seen worse. You can’t go inside the cafe looking like this though. The shady floor will do for now. Everyone is wearing work clothes so you must of slept through all of Sunday. Alone. Because your dick head of a friend abandoned you, god knows when but for someone that slept through an entire day, you’re tired. Maybe it’s just the mental exhaustion you live with but god you could use a nap. “E-eguse me ehm here you go,” you look up and see the most perfectly built man you have ever seen, holding a.. $10 bill? You unknowingly glare at him after noticing his arm holding out the money to you. He looked nervous, and foreign as fuck what accent is that? “I’m not homeless, fuck off.” Who the fuck is he to assume your homeless? Cant someone sit in piece for a little? Prick. You stood up, hitting his shoulder as you walked away, not ever looking back at his beautiful face.

Wake up, go to the beach, take a xans, go to work, go home, sleep, wake up, eat, sleep, and wake up to repeat the process. You always hated living by a constant schedule, but at this point you do anything you can to hurt yourself. The weekends are different though, its always spontaneous. Will you snort a line with the crackheads down the street or will you go to a party because you know the college kids adore their new interest in drugs? You really don’t need drugs. You’re fine. Depression put you in this place and god you feel like a coward. People go through so much more and stay away from drugs. Coward. Your thoughts consist of things like this often, even when your supposed to be hearing your idiot friends excuse for abandoning you last week. “Y/n, seriously, I could of sworn you were dead.” “Wow, thanks Julian, i’ll make sure to leave your lifeless body instead of calling 911 like a sane person when I get the chance.” You both rolled your eyes in sync. You loved Julian, he’s such a dumbass but despite saying he’s your closest friend, your hardly friends. You met before you dropped out of college, he was your dealer, one of the nicest ones you’ve met. You ran into him often and bought from him often as well so you would talk but the reality is he only stays because you’re his best costumer and you frankly don’t care because you are too lost to even care about someone else.

“Y/n, I think you should lay back on your habits a little bit,” Julian broke the silence you both had on the pier. You both liked to meet up at the pier and smoke a little. “Oh please, don’t act like you care. Drop the act and be a fake friend to me, please,” you spoke unemotionally, making eye contact with him. “I’ve never met someone asking for a fake friend.” “Real ones require you to love and deal with them. I can’t do that for you Julian but I know that’s not what you wanted anyways. I practically pay your rent, just thank me and change the topic.” He sighed. Not a disappointed one, a relived one. Julian has been a dealer for a very long time, he stopped caring about his costumers decisions. He didn’t truly care for your health, it was the sad truth. He did get worried that night at his party but only because he isn’t heartless. You knew that though, you seemed so lifeless and incapable of feeling anything to him. He wondered about your story at times but he knew somehow he would never get it. You’re easy to talk to though, it’s nice. “Thank you.”

Ever since you were little you wanted to live in a big city like L.A. Although, you imagined you would be going to UCLA and going to study on a beach just because you could. Standing next to Julian in line at Coachella, you just now take in how completely different your life turned out but at least you did end up here. Julian gets into Coachella for free every single year so your always his +1. You love gatherings like this but this one is just a little too Pg for you. You always end up spending most of your time at the food trucks. But according to Julian, ‘so many people would kill to be around this many celebrities’ so maybe you could get a drink or two in and mingle or whatever. It won’t kill you. So here you are, waiting to get a margarita because god knows you can’t be any type of social while sober. “I guess you weren’t homeless after all, my apologies,” you turn around and see the beautifully built man leaning down towards you. You could run. You’re not to far from the exit and it would be impossible to run into this guy for a third time... right? “Are you following me?” That was supposed to stay in your thoughts.. Is he though? How the hell do you see each other in two different cities? Sure, everyone knows about Coachella but how does he recognize you, you look good today, not homeless or drugged up, whichever works. “Ah, sorry, my english bad,” He stood up straight rubbing his hand on the back of his neck nervously. Right. Foreigner with a unknown accent. “What language do you speak?” It’s not like you’re going to understand his language but your curiosity is getting the best- “Korean.” You know it really isn’t too late to run. This man could be lying, trying to kidnap you and sex traffic you. What are the chances he just happens to speak the one other language you do as well. He could be faking this for all you know. “Hello,” You haven’t spoken in Korean since high school. You dont know why you even let that out. “You speak Korean? Wow, hello!” He bowed to you slightly with a box like smile on his face. That’s cute. It’s different. “I really am sorry for mistaking you the other day, do you mind me asking what happened?” “I was on a lot of drugs at a party and my friend abandoned me because he thought I overdosed.” You learned a long time ago to leave your addiction to yourself. People look at you differently when you do drugs, even your closest friends. That’s one of the first lessons you learn as a drug addict, keep it to yourself. The only people that know you do drugs are the ones that do them too. You could of lied to him, but the self destructive part of you couldn’t help but push this stranger away. You turned around to look at him after it got awkwardly silent. “What? You surprised? Scared? No harsh feelings, I don’t even know you.” You held in a laugh from his shocked and awkward expression. “Your right, we don’t know each other, I’m Taehyung,” He held out his hand replacing his taken aback expression back to his box-y smile, pretending what you said just never happened. ”Y/n,” You sighed. He won’t give up whatever this is. Fantastic. “Well actually, i’m supposed to be talking with famous people or something like that so I should get going,” You didn’t know how to get out of this situation. You felt like you couldn’t breathe with him standing so close to you. This conversation gets more and more awkward everytime you speak. “Then why are you leaving?” You both stared at each other, surprisingly not awkwardly. It was comforting looking into his eyes. “What? “You know what, I actually should go before i’m late, i’ll see you later,” he gave you one last smile and patted your shoulder before leaving you. “But- Why? What?”

“I just had the most uncomfortable conversation of my life with this insanely perfect looking man,” you spoke almost out of breath, finally finding Julian in the crowd. “Yeah, i’m pretty sure I saw who you’re talking about when I left you,” Julian is such an old soul. He responded while looking ahead at the stage, almonds in one hand like a football dad. “Who’s performing next” “Uh, BTS.” You hardly listen to music these days. Music that doesn’t fit your ‘fuck life, love drugs’ aesthetic. BTS doesn’t ring a bell so you probably won’t like it but it’s not like you have anything else to do, you’ve had enough with weird interactions. “Remind me why we’re sober,” you sighed, starting to feel the pain from standing for so long. “I’m sober, you’re drunk.” Julian glanced at the margarita in your hand. Right, you almost forgot. “Oh, don’t judge-“ “Sh sh sh their coming.” He hit your shoulder a couple of time looking at the stage like a child. You hate when people tap on you it’s so annoying. You sighed for the one thousandth time and focused on the group of people coming to the stage. Asians, how convenient. You know if life really hated you they would be Korean just like- “Ey, isn’t that the ‘insanely perfect looking man’ you were talking about? I can’t tell.” You have got to be kidding. That’s why he asked why you were leaving. He’s fucking famous. “I need another drink,” You sighed.

[crystalelemental]

Alright folks, there’s a lot of leaks, and a lot to get through.  Bear with me, this is not going to be coherent.

Let’s start with my favorites, and the Pokemon I’ve considered using.  Hatterene!  Healer and Anticipation are garbage-ass abilities, in every way, shape, and form.  Thank god for Magic Bounce as a hidden ability, eh?  Not clear how we’ll even get Hidden Abilities, or if they’re available at all in this game, but that’s at least something for the poor creature.  Stats are...honestly really good.  57/90/95/136/103/29 (BST: 510).  I’m sure by now, everyone knows what I’m going to say.  Why is HP so low?  That’s almost certainly going to be a damning feature.  Gardevoir has better special bulk all-around than Hatterene.  All Hatterene has is better physical bulk, and for some reason a base 90 in Attack.  The hell is it going to do with that?  Should’ve shaved off 20-30 points from Attack and put it literally anywhere else.  The only thing it truly has over Gardevoir is higher special attack, and obscenely low speed for Trick Room abuse.  Which...Gardevoir runs a fantastic Scarf set with Trick, so it really depends what kind of speed control game you want to play.  They’ll both have unique roles to play, though, which is all I can ask for.  That said, I’m anticipating UU.  No Moonblast.  It really doesn’t learn anything useful for Singles.  It has Psychic naturally, thank god, and also packs Healing Wish, can learn Nuzzle through egg moves, and gets both Giga Drain and Mystical Fire through TMs, which...I kinda love that Mystical Fire is a TM, not gonna lie.  TRs give about nothing.  Psyshock, which it somehow doesn’t learn naturally because this game sucks at movepools, and Dark Pulse, which isn’t going to be too useful as it is.  All in all, it’s not bad, but lack of Moonblast or seriously good coverage options barring maybe Mystical Fire will be a hindrance.  Gigantamax may force it into OU.  God, I hope they consider Gigantamax forms separate from base forms...

Alcremie!  65/60/75/110/121/64 (BST: 495).  It’s about as stock standard a Fairy as any.  Oh, except it doesn’t learn Moonblast.  Yeah.  Apparently GameFreak’s solution to Fairy types being too strong, was to just not give the new Fairies any access to Moonblast, but still let it exist on everything else that already learned it.  So that’s...you know, that’s a choice.  A shitty, shitty choice for idiots.  But a choice.  Sweet Veil kinda sucks, only preventing sleep, while Aroma Veil continues to be better and shuts down things like Taunt.  It also learns Mystical Fire and Giga Drain, hysterically, as well as Psychic/Psyshock through TMs.  But still, no Moonblast.  Kind of damning.  Unless Moonblast received a nerf, this is honestly a slap in the face for these two.

Frosmoth!  70/65/60/125/90/65 (BST: 475).  Why?  Why is it so slow?  Yes, I know it gets Quiver Dance, but come on!  Shield Dust isn’t a great ability, but it’s not terrible.  Ice Scales, though?  Halves all damage taken from special attacks.  It’s like reverse Fur Coat.  Which...honestly, it’s going to be nuts.  That’s not just a halving of its obscene weakness to Fire, but a halving of all special moves.  Physical attacks will drop it like a real life moth being hit with a rock, but still.  It gets access to Defog, Quiver Dance, Bug Buzz, and Aurora Veil, but somehow only gets Blizzard and not Ice Beam.  It can learn Giga Drain and Air Slash through TM, and Ice Beam and Dazzling Gleam through TR.  All in all...frankly the best of the Pokemon I’d consider.  Yeah, weak physical bulk hurts, as does its slowness, but it comes with a solid base kit.  It does really need that hidden ability to work at all, though.  Without it, it’s...going to suck.  Royally.

Thievul!  70/58/58/87/92/90 (BST: 455).  To the shock of absolutely no one, it fucking sucks!  Go figure.  Run Away is useless, Unburden is only helpful if you actually have an attacking stat to work with, but Stakeout?  That’s...actually not too bad.  Pure Dark isn’t that good defensively though, so it’s not exactly scaring much out, but doubling the base power of moves against things that switch in is really nice.  That said, it didn’t save Gumshoos, and it won’t save Thievul.  All of its learned moveset is physical.  Because of course it is.  It learns Nasty Plot, but have fun using it with all nothing you learn.  TRs are the only options to teach it anything, and all it gets is Dark Pulse, Psychic, and Shadow Ball.  Considering Dark and Ghost hit the exact same types super-effectively, this is essentially a wash.  Not even Mystical Fire?  It’s a fox for fuck’s sake!  I guess it also has Grass Knot.  Oh, and Round!  Those will save the meta.  Fuck off.

Honestly, I’m done here.  There are others I’m interested in, but you get the picture: movesets this generation are absolute ass.  Which is extra shitty, considering many hyper-critical TMs are now relegated to TRs, which are Gen 1-4 TMs, where they’re single use and gone forever.  No confirmation on whether you can get more than one in a playthrough.  At best, it requires BP.  Which, if there’s no Mantine Surf equivalent, sucks ass.  At worst, they’re single-acquisition.  Which means if you have a team of Pokemon, and you want more than one to learn Earthquake?  Fuck you, play the other game in its entirety, teach nothing Earthquake, and trade over the TR.  God, this sucks.  But to really hammer home the point?  Coalossal.  It’s the final form of Rolycoly, a Rock/Fire type.  It’s a big behemoth thing, so you know, kind of a big deal since those are a fairly popular type, like Aggron and the like.  As a Rock type, it gets two Rock moves of potential value: Rock Slide, and Stone Edge.  Guess which one it learns naturally.  Trick question: neither.  It learns Rock Blast.  At level 54.  As the only Rock move it learns other than Smack Down.  And no, Skill Link is not a move it can learn.  It’s completely useless.  This is Gen 3 Aggron all over again.  Such a cool looking Pokemon that should kick all kinds of ass, and it learns exactly nothing of value.

The whole system of learning moves is entirely fucked if BP isn’t easily farmable.  All the most important moves are TRs now, and are therefore one-turn use.  TMs are mostly nonsense, with a few outrageous picks like Giga Drain and Air Slash allowed in for infinite reuse.  With movepools not making sense either, even Pokemon who should learn the moves naturally may not have access.  Moonblast seems like it takes a serious hit overall, especially with poor Hatterene and Alcremie.  I just...I hate it.

But hey, the meta must be fixed, right?  They said they’d be fixing it, so they must have succeeded just like the last two generations!  Yeah, it’s...it’s a shitshow.  Aside from the disaster that is movepool accessibility, which doesn’t simplify or impact the meta, just makes the acquisition of needed moves that much harder to access for no fucking reason, we also have disasters in the ability field as well!  Ice Scales is busted as hell, Ice Face seems to replenish each turn when Hail is active and takes physical hits as if there were a substitute, among others.  Then there’s Perish Body, which sounds like a great way to finally put a halt to physical sweepers using Dragon Dance and Swords Dance sets, is only on Cursola, who has...wow, 60 base HP and 50 base defense!  So knocked over by a light breeze.  Spectacular, so much for that working out.

Oh, but then there’s the other horrors.  Terrains are still in the game, folks.  That’s right, Surge abilities are here!  The Grass starter?  Yeah, Grassy Surge is its hidden ability.  The other terrains are just as available.  Psychic Surge is on both forms of Indeedee, which, while we’re here, which is which?  My guess is the female form is the one that loses power and speed for more bulk, making it objectively worse than its male counterpart, again, for like the billionth time they’ve made a male/female split on the same Pokemon.

But the worst, by far...is Libero.  The Scorbunny line’s hidden ability.  “Changes Pokemon’s type to the type of move it’s about to use.  Depending on when this goes into effect, this is a buffed Protean.  If it changes start of the turn, this is a straight upgrade.  Because now, even if you catch it off-guard with a Scarf or something, it’s just going to change type and you have no idea what to.  We’ve got Fire, Flying, Fighting, Psychic, Poison, Steel, and Normal as the best options with physical moves learned.  I’m sure someone can piece together the best possible combination of four moves to just never take super-effective damage ever.

This is what pisses me off.  The meta isn’t balanced.  At all.  It hasn’t even started and I can tell you that much.  You left all the broken tools in the game, under different forms.  Yes, the Tapu are gone, but the Terrains still exist and are just as devastating as always.  You got rid of Greninja, fantastic, but now Cinderace exists with the same broken ability, but possibly buffed, and with higher offensive stats.  You still gave a ton of new Pokemon the “Average across the board” treatment, or weaknesses in critical areas like Frosmoth’s low speed or Cursola’s low physical defense or Hatterene’s low HP, and they’re not going to perform well because of it.  Meanwhile others get to be obscene, like Cinderace or Dragapult with its 142 base speed.  And then there’s Thievul over here whose highest base stat is 92, so good fucking luck making that work.  You told me the dex removal was for balancing purposes, and this is what you deliver to me?  This literal shit?  I’m so irritated by this.  They’ll have to pull something really substantial off to make these Technical Records not feel like a severe step backwards in accessibility.

[chrisrainicorn]

So, what Pokemon do you think Team RWBY and Team JNPR would have if they could have them? To make this easy, let's just go with one that would be a Pokemon that walks alongside them in their journey.

Oooooo boy this is gonna be a long ride! I have spent too much time thinking about that since I started watching RWBY lmao, so ill try to not type a full book about it dshjg

So with team RWBY, I’ll start with Weiss cuz she was the first one that stopped to think about this months ago. Her main would totally be an Alolan Ninetales! It’s perfect for her not for just it’s typing and looks, but because Weiss’ fighting style and Ninetales usage in real competitive battles are incredibly similar: they can be fast sweepers (Snow Warning + Blizzard - and for Weiss, just look at the vol2 train fight really) and amazing support for their team (Aurora Veil and the supporting Glyphs).

For Yang, my first pick would be an Infernape, Fire/Fighting is a perfect type combination for her, the flaming hair/head comparison, and both Blaze and Iron Fist as its ability are super fitting… really, I don’t think it needs more explanation skjhgsd but I would also give her an Arcanine maybe… mainly because it would it would look good together, just imagine how badass Yang riding one would be!! Also little Yang with a puppy is adorable. Of course, she can have both, but I’m not sure which would be her main.

The main reason I talked about those two first, it’s because I actually have complete drawings of them as trainers! I never posted here tho… I want to do that when I have the complete team. But you can see them at my DA

Weiss / Yang 

I’ll put the rest under read more because this is gonna be long as hecc. I have a conflict about Ruby’s, an actual full backstory for Jaune, and I’m Arkos trash so it’s going to have a little bit of that too lmao

Ok, continuing… Blake… Obviously, it would be a cat pokemon. I wanted one that was good at using Substitute, to make a reference to her semblance. I went through every cat pokemon, but most of them weren’t bulky enough for that… then it hit me and I felt stupid dkghds Umbreon is not exactly a cat, but it’s cat-like enough and viable sets with Substitute actually exist! And her Eevee would totally have the ability Run Away before evolving.

Ruby was the most difficult one for me to pick a main, she can have a Roselia or Scizor but I was like… eh. I wanted a Wolf pokemon for her, to make a reference to her inspirational fairytale. I see a lot of people picking Zorua, but really…. aside from color scheme they are nothing alike, it would be more fitting for Emerald or even Neo.

Then the image of Ruby with a Rockruff came to me and I flipped cuz that would be so adorable??? And I was like THAT’S THE ONE.

Then I got conflicted about what it would evolve into. Ok, hear me out, if you were looking at it’s colors, Midnight form would be the best. BUT it’s fighting style is all about waiting, taking damage and lashing out after, its personality is too aggressive. Ruby is all about speed and the sweetest thing… so no…

Also, it’s the only form that doesn’t learn the priority more Accelerock, the one thing that would make it fast, and Ruby’s Lycanroc would totally have that move. So if I had to pick one, it would be the Dusk form I guess… I actually looked at the description of the form’s personalities at Bulbapedia months ago sdjkgh and thought that Dusk was more fitting for her. (Also Dusk is a special form for protagonists only lmao and Ruby sure is one) 

Now JNPR! I actually have more than one pick for each one of them.

Ok… I want you … To just imagine… kid Ren and Nora traveling together… with a cute Ralts and a baby Elekid with them… just… imagine that…

Ren’s Ralts would totally evolve into a Gallade, Psychic/Fighting is a perfect type combination for him. It literally has green blades on its arms!!! And who keeps his green blades on his sleeves??? No coincidence!! Riolu/Lucario are also super fitting in my opinion, because of the Aura stuff, but Gallade would be his main

Nora’s Electivire would be a powerhouse! Motor Drive as its ability to reference her semblance. As scary it might look, I headcanon that it would be a total sweetheart tho sjkdgh Because I have one more thing for Nora… a Dedenne, and you don’t want to mess with that tiny rat! Small, but it eats the tears of its opponents for breakfast, and it will kick your butt!

Pyrrha would have most OU/Uber team ever! She’s a champion of various tournaments. Her main is a badass Garchomp, but with personality, that’s similar to its trainer. Also, she would have a shiny Aegislash, steel type, blade and shield… I think it fits. Probably has a mega evolution… Mega Garchomp is actually worse than the regular one so maybe another pokemon of her team. She would totally have a pokemon that’s like… I know it’s definitely not the thing that you will see in competitive battles, but she doesn’t care, she has it because she likes it… I just can’t think which pokemon that would be tho…

Oof… now Jaune, his main would be a shiny Chansey. The backstory that I have is that he found a small Happiny in the woods next to his home when he was just a little kid. There were rumors going around the town that there was a super rare pkm there, the Chansey line is already ridiculously special… and shiny above all that? So people were crazy to catch it.

So little Jaune found the Happiny all tired from running away and ended up befriending it. Helping it hide and find food, visiting her every day on her little hideout at the woods. He didn’t know the pokemon, why it was so wanted, and had no clue that it was a shiny (after all, the colors barely change).

After some time tho… some people found out about all of that. Little Jaune stood between the people and the pkm. The Happiny, seeing how her friend doing his best to protect her, evolves right on time (i know it needs an oval stone, Jaune probably gave one to her after doing some search and finding out that Happiny likes carrying one on their pouches). She puts the trainers to sleep with a Sing (after telling Jaune to cover his ears ofc sksklfj) and after they were safe, Jaune insists that she runs away, people knew, they were going to wake up soon and the little woods on the back of his house weren’t safe anymore.

But Chansey doesn’t want to leave, she grabs an empty pokeball from a sleeping trainer, and offers to Jaune so he could catch her. Jaune doesn’t have the age to be a trainer yet, and even if it’s his dream, he doesn’t think he would be a good one, still, he catches Chansey and they were always together ever since. (i wish i could draw a comic about this someday…) 

His team would be more support based. His confidence can get a little down because most of his pokemon aren’t those super strong attackers or competitive material - he will learn that it isn’t all about attacking tho (especially with Pyrrha’s help), and he grows into an incredible strategist. I like to think that he also has a Pachirisu, just because he is Pyrrha’s partner, and you absolutely don’t want to get into a double battle with Garchomp and a Pachirisu against you! 

ALSO HE TOTALLY WOULD HAVE A SCORBUNNY!! Probably named after a cereal mascot and damn I really want to draw that someday sgkjhsdg

The last thing… One day while I was thinking about options for Pyrrha’s pokemon, I was just looking for one with a matching color scheme, to then see if it fits her after.

I stopped at Ho-oh, and without even hesitating I thought “That’s more than fitting and she would totally have one its op but she’s badass enough for it and there is no convincing me otherwise.”

So yeah! I like to think that Pyrrha is Ho-oh’s “chosen one”. She doesn’t own it in a pokeball, but she had its protection and has permission to use it in battle sometimes.

Because I Arkos occupies half of my brain, I like to think that Jaune would eventually be Lugia’s chosen one. Just imagine that… the partners paired with a legendary duo… that’s some soulmates stuff! The legendaries totally fit them more than just color schemes too. Pyrrha has the one more focused on attack and Jaune has the bulky one.

I think… that is all… I have a few more minor headcanons, but this is too big already so I think it’s best if I stop here lmao

[tugboatringo]

i saw arctic monkeys last night and now i have to write an essay about how amazing it was

arctic monkeys are my favorite contemporary band (and possibly my favorite band in general but i like too many to easily choose a top contender), and i knew they were a great live band because i’d always heard that and also watched live videos of them several times before, but it still exceeded my expectations by far. and i’m biased obviously, but my sister and i also went with our brother too, who isn’t a huge fan of them but even he was absolutely blown out of the water by them. and i was thinking the entire time they were playing “i have to tell everyone about [x point i realized watching them]” because i was such a wide-eyed baby all the way up on the balcony. i have to tell you this shit.

i’m gonna start with their opening act mini mansions. now i’ll admit i’d heard of them because i know alex turner worked with them over the hiatus but i’d never really listened to them before. and i just have to say, they were really good. do check them out. i ended up buying their shirt when the merch place had run out of the tour shirt that i wanted (i’ll get into them, i’m listening to them on spotify as i type this). the last few songs they performed especially kicked ass, they really got more and more into it as their set list went on, and it was smart the way they did that. so, i recommend them. they were a good opening act and you should check them out. “honey i’m home” was my favorite i’d heard live (that i’ve figured out the name of yet jgfidhu the last song they did was still a little more kickass).

but as good as those guys were, when arctic monkeys came on they immediately blew every other band i’d seen before right out of the water. all the instrumentalists killed it, never missed a beat, alex’s vocals were unwaveringly as good in person as they are on the studio version (except for in some cases on tbhc where his low singing was sometimes kind of noticeably harder for him and came out breathy, but he actually had no problem with any of that live) - and not just that. as much as i feel like listening to an arctic monkeys album is an experience, and that many of their songs feel like they surround you..... at the concert, it was so different from listening to the studio version. it really was better, it was stronger, it not only surrounded you but closed in on you. it was so engaging yet it didn’t seem like it tried to be at all. i’ve seen a good amount of bands in person - 4/6 concerts i’ve been to featured a total of four bands - but no band i’d seen before was that entertaining. it had never felt miles more than listening to the cd before. i don’t know how they did it, but it was incredible. it was constantly surprising. like i said, i’d really never seen a live band that surprised me more than that. no gimmics either (unless you count the cool ass lights but plenty of concerts do that), they didn’t tell any jokes or anything, and they were serious in their execution, they didn’t appear to be half as stoked as the entire crowd seemed to be yet.... they just blew you away. not just the songs, but each one of them.

as i’ve stated before my favorite arctic monkeys album is humbug all day any day, and like a lot of big fans of arctic monkeys i don’t think am is their best album even though i absolutely understand why that was the album that attracted so much of their fan base and gave em a second peak. but i gained a new appreciation for it after seeing those songs performed live, in person. i’d never seen it captured in live videos of them before (again, it really does feel unimaginably different really being there) but most of the am songs they performed live were some of the most entertaining songs they’d performed live, especially knee socks, r u mine? and do i wanna know (in that order). it made me think... i think the only way they could have written and produced that album, was after years of touring and playing for crowds and getting better and better at getting the audience into it. i swear those songs were made first and foremost for the purpose of playing it for an audience, whether or not all the members had that in mind during its production. of course brianstorm and crying lightning and pretty visitors and the view from the afternoon and even four out of five kicked ass live too, comparably as much to those, but... i don’t think those were made for the audience as much as the studio version. i don’t think those were as much more entertaining live as the am tracks.

and you know the fuck what???/ do you KNOW the fuck what???? i absolutely adore nick o’malley. i adore all of marctic onkeys as musicians and people unconditionally, but nick o’malley made my autistic lesbian heart stop. i just wanted to pat him on the head and give him a hug he’s the cutest person and i love him. and he wore this really nice ;_____; long sleeved white dress shirt that looked ;______; so darn handsome on him this is nick’s era before it is anyone else’s fite me i just *crushes rock w my fist* *crunches on remains* I LOVE NICK O’MALLEY

and one last anecdote...... i didn’t think anything hilarious was going to happen that night. and for most people in that stadium to my knowledge, nothing did. but..... well, so i was sitting on the balcony, right? there was a row below me, and the people’s heads in that row were at the same level as people’s knees in mine. and in front of me was this dad-looking guy. probably in his late 50s like my parents. there was a fair amount of dad-lookin guys i noticed. and at some point during songs mostly on fwn and humbug, for a couple of songs, he just... laid his head against my knees, and fell asleep. and he was really pushing his head on them, i don’t know???? what he thought my knees were???? did he realize that they were a person’s knees??? did he think it was the seat???? did he not wonder was he was resting his head on before he fell asleep???? he stayed asleep for at least two full length songs and then during “r u mine?” he was fully awake and JAMMING along this bastard was doing air guitar like sHE’s a SiLVeR LiNIn LOnE rANgEr riDIn THrOuGH aN OpEN sPAcE IN MY MIND WHEN SHE’S NOT RIGHT THERE BESIDE MEE I GO CRAaAZY and it was all ??????? so fucking WEIRD so for all the “true fans” of arctic monkeys (or whatever they think of themselves as) who bitch about 15 year olds who only know do i wanna know and r u mine getting better seats at a concert than they got i’ll have you know..... the only one of those i saw all night was a 50 year old man who - rather than not recognizing earlier monkeys material - literally fell asleep during it. what point am i making with these???? i don’t even know exactly. but uh, i guess it isn’t fifteen year olds who are the least.... true(?) fans of arctic monkeys at the concert. and it shouldn’t be surprising be young fans to be engaged either now that i think of it - young people are all over this band, they’re the ones who are most obsessed. it’s the 50-something dads who only know the am hits i guess.... i guess.

that’s all i can think that i wanted to say last night. basically, i just wanted to get seeing my favorite modern band live off my bucket list in my youth and while i still had the chance, and it still managed to be way better than i expected it. if you like this band to any degree, if you have a chance, see them live for yourself. i really can’t believe how different it was from watching live videos of them all these years - for most bands it doesn’t feel that much better in person. but i genuinely hope i see arctic monkeys at least once more in the future. i’m sure my twin sister diana does. heck, my brother dan said he does too, and he’s seen a lot of concerts. i can’t recommend it enough. but you know now more important i have hugging nick o’malley to cross off next on my list of arctic monkeys-related life goals. i’m not sure how i’m going to execute that one, but. i have time.

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strike a chord.  pairing. terudai  chapters. 1/?  rating. m  summary. terushima yuuji is the lead singer of rock band FERAL that debuted a year ago. he's known as a playboy, a wild child, unpredictable and electric. no one can tie him down and his only love is the music he makes with his bandmates. he doesn't see himself ever tying himself down to anything or anyone else. then comes in sawamura daichi, a normal college student who doesn't care about the entertainment industry or any flair or fanfare terushima has to offer. at first, terushima's interested because daichi's so uninterested. but soon, terushima finds that daichi and all his normalcy are more than just a game for him to play with until he gets bored.but is he in love? no absolutely not. never. think again!

Someone was in his bed.

A female someone, if the smell of perfume and the taste of curly hair jammed in his mouth was any indication to go by. His eyes cracked open slowly, sleep and eye gunk weighing them down. Beside him was someone he didn’t recognize. A normal reaction would be to freak out. For Terushima Yuuji, waking up in a bed with a stranger was a normal Wednesday morning routine.

“Go home,” he croaked.

The girl beside him stirred, yawned, and opened her eyes. “Go home ,” he pressed.

She scowled. The smeared lipstick made her less intimidating.  “What do you mean go home? You’re the one who brought me here! Begged me, no less.”

“Sounds fake,” he yawned, turning onto his side so his back was now facing towards her. She sputtered, called him some not so pretty names , then stormed out his room. Hopefully with all her things in tow. If not he’d have his manager mail them to her.

Well, probably not since he didn’t know her name or where she lived or what her favorite color was. But it was the thought that counted.

He sighed, now able to properly sprawl out on his bed. Maybe he’d crawl out of bed to bring his guitar in for a snuggle. Mornings were definitely meant for solo missions where he could just exist and sink into the mattress and bury under pillows. He was drifting back to sleep when his door opened and someone sat on his bed.

“Morning, princess.”

“Die, Bobata.”

“Rude!” Bobata chirped, crossing his legs and leaning his weight against Tersuhima’s side. Terushima frowned and reached blindly for his friend to push him off but to no avail. “I come in here, minimizing your damage by the way, and wake up you yet I’m treated with such hostility? Being your best friend has no perks!”

“What damage did you minimize?”

“Youko-chan. The model you rudely kicked out of bed after nicely asking her to get into it last night.”

“That was her name,” he vaguely remembered meeting her last night. In the band’s usual night hangout. He remembered her voice in his ears and his hand on her thigh and then her tongue in his mouth and after that it was all darkness.

Again, literally a typical wednesday night for him.

Realizing that sleep was no longer an option, Terushima pushed himself up into a sitting position. He blinked sleep from his eyes, yawning.  His hair was all over the place, bleach blond kicked up towards the ceiling in all sorts of directions like lightning bolts. He glanced at Bobata who was texting on his phone. “You going for her next?”

“Nah,” Bobata clucked his tongue, “Not my type. I like a challenge.”

“Are you saying I can only get them easy?” he shot back, but there’s no real malice in his tone. Not like his next yawn did anything to help make him sound more aggressive.  

“I would never allude to such a thing,” his tone was airy but the shit-eating grin on his face said otherwise. Terushima flipped him off and rolled out of bed. He scanned his room and sighed. His pants were at the door and his shirt was on a chair. At least Kyou--Youko-chan had gotten her stuff before storming out. He scratched at his stomach as he headed for the shower. He smelt like sex and felt like booze replaced the blood in his veins.

“We have our meeting in 10 minutes, by the way!”

“Cool so I’m showing up late, thanks for letting them know!” Terushima hollered before heading into the shower. He was pretty sure he heard Bobata yell fuck you, a perfect harmony to the chaotic laughter that bubbled from his throat in response.

*

As promised, Terushima arrived to their meeting 30 minutes later. But it’s fine because he no longer felt like ass and he was stepping out . Hair styled, earrings polished, leather jacket looked just beat up enough to be vintage but with the price tag to show it was definitely modern and expensive as anything. He strolled into their meeting room with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his lips.

“Hello friends! What’s popping?”

“You’re late ,” his manager, Kagami, cut no corners with him. Kagami was the band’s manager, and then some. Sometimes team dad, sometimes team mom , and Terushima’s well... guardian? Savior? He didn’t know what title appropriately fit Kagami and no words could really describe it. Kagami was gruff, tall and well built--could fill out suits with ease. He always had his hair styled and cut short, curling around his ears. And his lips were generally slotted in a frown. Mostly from stress, but for the most part because Kagami and happiness were never synonymous in any context.

Which was why Terushima enjoyed fucking with him the most. “Ah, am I? Technically time doesn’t really exist so if we’re following that logic I’m really on time. Because, you know, it’s a social construct.”

“He’s not wrong,” Bobata chimed from his chair, now playing with a DS that oddly looked like--

“Oi! Is that mine?” Terushima lunged across the table and reached for his DS. Bobata moved just in time, pushing his rolling chair back with a cackle and a spin. “Bastard how could you take my shit like that!”

“You left me unsupervised. I’m not responsible for your missing property because of your lack of caring. Also I beat the gym leader for you. You’re welcome.”

“I wanted to beat the gym leader!”

“You’re the only one in our group who hasn’t beaten her yet,” Takeharu hummed, drumming his fingers on top of the table. “She’s the easiest one in the game, dude!”

“Isn’t it because, and I quote, she’s too cute to fight~  I want to make her my wife not another step on my way to victory ahhh~ ” Arata also commented, chin in hands and pencil perched on top his pursed lips.

Rintaro yawned, “Isn’t it just because he sucks at Pokemon?”

“You shut your damn--!” Terushima got cut off by Kagami’s sharp whistle that brought the entire group back to focus. Kagami lowered his hands and clasped them together in front of him. “You could have just said shut up. That works like, every time.”

“Act like animals, be treated like animals.” was Kagami’s simple response.

“That was deep--” came Bobata from the side.

“Anyways,” Kagami continued, “You’re late. You know the rules and no excuses. Sit down so we can finish this meeting and get into the studio.”

“Kaaaaay!” Terushima sat down in his chair but immediately rolled over so he was sitting next to Kagami. He rested his chin on the man’s shoulders and hummed. “Lay it on us, Kags!”

Kagami exhaled slowly and started running off their itinerary for the day. FERAL had a studio recording session today in the afternoon. After that a reporter from Rokkyou was scheduled to get an inside scoop on a typical session in the studio with the band, plus some hints about their next album. Following that would be a photoshoot for the cover and then solo activities.

“And Yuuji,” Kagami flipped to the next page, “You’ll be coming with me to meet the dean of the university we’ll be performing at next week.”

“Why me!”

“Because you’re the leader of FERAL. The face of the group. And the only one free at that time to come meet with me.” Kagami replied evenly. “If I could take someone else, I would.”

“Ouch, that’s rough. You could have said because I was your favorite.”

“And lie?” Terushima gasped, snickers and whistles erupted around the room. He pouted and Kagami grinned. “Favoritism isn’t a tenant I practice.”

“Sounds fake ,” Terushima heard Arata say. He opened his mouth to make a very witty and well thought out remark when Kagami cut in.

“Don’t start,” he warned Terushima. Then he turned to the rest of the group. “Today’s studio session is all out. We hit the ground running the minute we’re in there. Our album release is scheduled next week and I want everyone sounding like they’re pros. ” he made eye contact with every band member before locking eyes with Terushima, who had sat back now that conversation had turned serious. “You guys were an experiment, and you’ve passed your first trial. We can’t afford any mistakes on our second run. Go it?”

Everyone nodded. Terushima double nodded. His legs bounced up and down with unbridled excitement. Going to the studio, just the idea of it alone, could always boil his blood like no other. “Alright bet,” he jumped out of his chair. “What are we sitting around for? Let’s get started.”

*

Slipping the strap of his guitar over his shoulder would never stop feeling so natural. A kiss could never compare to the pure electricity that ran down Terushima’s spine from his lips touching the metal of the mic. He strummed his guitar, adjusting the nobs at the end as he tuned. The rest of his band mates got into position. Bobata on the second guitar, his right hand man. Arata on piano. Takeharu on drums. And Rintaro on bass. Together they made the band FERAL the powerhouse, rock group of 2018 that they were.

They were, in every essence of the word, just as wild as their band name described. The music they produced always jostled social norms, boundaries. Their first album, JUNGLE WARS was an eclectic mashup of different genres. The men trying out find out what genre they liked best only to decide they wanted everything. It was, as Kagami had described it, an experiment. The band’s existence was a whim by the president who wanted to try something totally . . . unpredictable.

And unpredictable they were. FERAL quickly gained notoriety for their outbursts. No TV host or interviewer could guess what they would say or do or think next. The president said that sort of electric movement, haphazard and dangerous, was just what the music world was missing. Terushima didn’t really get it. He assumed the entertainment industry was used to people who followed social conventions to the letter. Yet, when he gazed around the studio at the guys who had quickly become family in the past months since their debut, all he could see were people who loved making music more than anything else in the world. Fuck everything else.

They were fun, a true and unadulterated riot to be around. Being with them, his band, was like waking up to a different adventure everyday. Sure, they definitely gave their manager a chronic headache but they were living their best lives while doing so.

“Alright boys,” Kagami’s voice crackled over the speakers. “We’re going to do the first half of the album today due to our schedule. So, go ahead.” he leaned back, arms crossed, and suddenly the ball was in their court.

Terushima grinned. “Okay. Let’s do the first song. I wanna try a new opening I thought of last night.”

“Before or after you hooked up with Touko-chan,” Takeharu asked.

“Youko-chan,” Bobata corrected.

Rintaro scrunched up his face, “Seriously dude we just changed the opening two days ago!”

“Before!” Terushima responded. “Also, I know. But I woke up yesterday and hated it so I decided to change it before we went out. I was gonna tell you guys then I...forgot.”

“Cool, cool, love being kept in the roller coaster loop that’s your mind,” Bobata strummed a few chords on his guitar. “So you gonna play it or what?”

“Yup,” Terushima took his stance by the microphone and gave Kagami the thumbs up that they were going to start. Kagami pressed a button and the light above the glass window separating them from outside the booth switched from offline to recording.

The thing about FERAL was that they never played the same track twice. So rather than having a track play and them sing over or play over it, they would hit the recording button and capture whatever magic bloomed from the chaos.

For another band, such a tactic was risky as hell with the potential to end in disaster. Never for FERAL and not if Terushima Yuuij had anything to say about it.

He was excited, itching to show everyone what he’d come up with. The idea had struck him last night after taking a shot of tequila right out of the gates. The same burning, explosive, throat-scarring sting of the shot reverberated with the kind of sound he wanted for their first song. Their opening song, the very first thing their fans would hear once they started the album. He wanted that same feeling--a burning that hit you right to your bones and sat with you for the rest of the night.

He steadied himself. His grin was pure electricity.

The first chord he played was powerful. Loud and sharp , the note rattled everyone to their bones. Then, Terushima swiftly went into several chords, his fingers flying up and down the neck of his guitar. Explosive and reverberating, the sound only lasted a minute but when he was done his fingers were tingling and his lips--they were pulled in the most satisfying , crazed grin. He turned his head and looked back at his bandmates who were all mirroring his grin.

“Whatever the hell that was I’m here for it,” Kagami’s voice crackled once more. “Guys? Think you can piggyback off that?”

“Say no more,” Bobata replied. He turned to Terushima, “You’re a genius sometimes, dude.”

“Thanks, I know.”

After that, the session went on pretty much the same way. The band worked together in chaotic harmony. Someone would change a line, a verse, would hate a phrase of lyrics one minute and completely rewrite a bridge or chorus. By the time the reporter from Rokkyou came through the boys had utterly changed their first sound for their upcoming album.

“Now, FERAL’s known for their pretty unorthodox method of songwriting,” the interviewer, Shou, talked with his hands a lot. His smile was wide, stretched across his face, so much so that Terushima felt his mouth hurting in sympathy. The band had left the studio to sit outside on the benches, taking a much needed water break as they tackled the second portion of their schedule. “Can you tell us a little more about that? I’m sure your fans are dying to get inside that head of yours.”

“Pretty sure that’s not all they’re dying to get inside of,” Terushima muttered low enough that Rintaro snorted. Bobata, who by default was the most mature out of the five took to answering the question.

“Ah, it’s pretty--I don’t even know how to describe it… all over the place? We pretty much creative freedom to do whatever we want and we normally don’t leave the studio until we’re all happy with the sound we’ve made.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Terushima leaned in, arm slung over Bobata’s shoulder. “You see, our albums all have bits and pieces of our own style and ideas. But that’s ‘cause we work so hard to get the right mesh. We could spend hours on a song one day then the next we hate it so we start all over again. But we never end with what we started which I think is pretty cool.”

“How does that even work? If you don’t mind me asking. Surely you guys must worry that you could spend all that time in the studio and end up with nothing?”

The band members exchanged glances. “Nah not really,” Takeharu answered, his tone light. “Our producer wouldn’t let us do what we do if we didn’t get results. We’re a mess, but we’re an orchestrated mess. His words, not mine.”

“We’re also at the mercy of Terushima Yuuji,” Rintaro added with a smirk. “Just the other day the dude walks in saying: GUYS WE’RE CHANGING SONGS 1-5 ON THE ALBUM! Which is like, over half the album and we stayed in there for two days trying to match this dude’s pace.”

“Hey sometimes a tune just doesn’t vibe anymore!” Terushima huffed. The snickers that erupted lightly ruffled him. He frowned and pointed a finger towards Rintaro. “Sides you’re so stuck up with perfection if you don’t get the beat right we have to start all over.”

“It’s called setting the bar .”

“No it’s called being anally retentive.”

“Oh my God he really just said that out loud,” Arata put his face in his hands, slowly shaking his head.

Terushima didn’t care, because now he was engaged in banter with Rintaro with Bobata as the chaotic neutral that neither egged nor stopped them from going at each other’s necks. The reporter could get all this done and publish how much of a highly functioning discord they were. As long as he was able to get the last word in, regardless, he didn't really care. Arata sat in the corner, tired as all hell while Takeharu sneakily captured it all on his phone.

Shou, sadly, was left to navigate himself through the wild that was FERAL .

“AND ANOTHER THING--!”

“Enough, Yuuji.” Kagami’s stern voice cut through their antics. The boys settled down, Terushima even more so sinking into his chair with a pout.  Kagami sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I apologize for them. They’re hooligans.”

“Rude,” Bobata said under his breath. Terushima butted him with his elbow. He jumped with a yelp only to be met with Terushima’s childish but oh so satisfied grinned. “ Whipped .”

“Eat my ass,” he whispered in return. He turned to Shou who seemed to have survived their trip in the wild. He was still all smiles and laughter, apparently amused by their display. Good, another positive review for them. Terushima grinned only to feel it falter as Shou asked his next question.

“Alright. So as I’m sure you guys know, you’ve repped quite the name for yourself as being Japan’s resident new bad boys.”

“Oh word?” Terushima’s smirk was lazy. “We wear leather pants one time and suddenly we’re hooligans!”

“I wouldn’t say it was just the pants,” Shou continued, eyebrow raised. “If there’s a party in the city there’s no doubt one or all of you won’t make an appearance. Or cause a scene somewhere . Japan’s hooked on you guys! Saying whatever you want, doing whatever you want. Especially you, Terushima-san.”

Shou’s eyes cut to him and Terushima, relaxed against the couch, raised an eyebrow. “Tabloids love writing about your many exploits, romantically or otherwise. You’ve capitalized yourself on being this wild, playboy who takes no names and all the prisoners.”

“I dunno if I liked how you said that,” Terushima joked, but he didn’t deny it. He was all for strings when they weren’t attached. Tersuhima and commitment were like night and day. Never to touch, never to coexist in the same realm, always to miss each other by running parallel lines. This wasn’t the first time a reporter commented on his exploits, it probably wouldn’t be the last either. So he laughed it off, as he usually did.

He let the world paint him as a playboy. Getting upset every time someone brought it up would be stupid.

Shou didn’t look too perturbed. Asshole. “Sorry, sorry. I can rephrase if you like. What I want to know, if we’re going to be honest, is if you ever see yourself falling in love? Surely you must have met someone in this industry that’s caught your interest for the long run.”

All five of them looked at one another before breaking out into laughter. Terushima laughed the hardest. He clutched his stomach and hollered, tears forming at his eyes. Then they felt ice on their backs and a cough that no doubt came from Kagami. The men gathered their wits, Terushima being the last to come down from his high before answering the question.

“Love? Yeah no, not in this century dude. Unless it’s to the music I’m never getting married. But that’s just me, Arata over there is a huge hopeless romantic. Lemme tell you about this female singer he’s hilariously in love with but she doesn’t even know his name,” it’s so easy to deflect, to move the attention from him and his behavior to someone else. Arata sputtered and Bobata beside him snorted. Though Terushima catches the quick side glance he sends his way. Terushima, of course, ignored it. There was nothing to talk about, and he wasn’t bothered by the question. His life was on display, of course people were going to poke holes.

That’s why he always smiled and waved and gave them what they expected. No need in putting in extra effort to do otherwise.

*

Terushima kicked his feet up into the dashboard, arms resting behind his head as Kagami drove them to the university FERAL would be performing at next week. He shot a glance at his manager who kept concentrated on the road. Even as Terushima haphazardly changed songs on the radio through his phone every thirty seconds.

“Seriously can’t you drop me off at home? I don’t wanna go!”

“You’re being a child,” Kagami chided, not having any of Terushima’s bullshit today or tomorrow or the day after that.

Terushima frowned (read, pouted). “I’m not! I’m tired! I worked and slaved long hard hours in the studio! Got grilled by a reporter! And now you won’t even treat me to food!”

“We’re getting fed once we get there. You also ate five minutes ago.”

“I’m a growing boy, Kags!”

“You’re twenty.”

“A growing twenty-year old boy!”

Kagami shook his head, chuckling despite himself. Terushima beamed, proud of himself for getting the stoic Kagami to crack even if it was only a little bit. Honestly he was happy to accompany his manager on the trip. He owed Kagami a lot. He dealt with a lot of his bullshit over the years even before his debut. If it weren’t for Kagami he had no idea where he’d be right now. Surely not living in a nice place surrounded by people, fed, warm…

Terushima skipped to the next song.

“Remember my rule?” Kagami asked as they made a right turn. Terushima caught the sign for the university, Sendai University 3km away as they did.

“Uhhhh, no sex before marriage?”

“I’m fairly sure you already broke that but no.”

“Say my prayers before bedtime?”

“Do you get off on being difficult?”

“Yes, incredibly. It’s my kink.” Terushima stuck his tongue out, tongue ring flashes while Kagami’s grip on the wheel tightened. Riling him up would never not be fun. “Sorry about the songs! You know I get bored easily. I can only focus for like, fifteen seconds before the part I like plays and I wanna move on.”

“It’s amazing how your mind works,” there was a pause and then Kagami quickly glanced at Terushima. “How are you feeling?”

There was an undercurrent to his words. Terushima’s mind flashed to the interview and he shrugged. “It’s no big deal. I know what I’m doing and how people like to talk. If it gets us more attention that’s a good thing, yeah?”

“Not at the expense of reducing yourself to…”

“Kagami, seriously. It’s all good. I claim my man whoreness,” he smiled lazily and scrubbed through the song to get to his favorite part. The piano grew louder, the drums softly following suit, and the singer’s voice rising with the crescendo. “Honestly it could be worse. I don’t even wanna know how they’d treat me if I were a girl.”

“All hail the patriarchy,” Kagami’s tone oozed sarcasm. Terushima laughed and changed the song again which caused Kagami to growl and Terushima to laugh even harder.

By the time they pulled into the parking lot Kagami had angrily jammed the off button on his radio and almost confiscated Terushima’s phone. But he was took quick. He unbuckled himself and leapt out of the car, stretching his arms out wide as the spring sun hit him square in the face.

“Wow, nice campus,” Terushima whistled, watching as college students mingled and chatted amongst one another. Terushima was concealed with the stereotypical civilian starter pack: a hoodie, hat, and shades.

Sendai University was large, with white buildings separated by lush green grass with sidewalks running in between. College, a world in the past that Terushima was assaulted with constantly. Now, that time period and the entire prospect seemed like a far off, blurry dream. He never thought he’d end up on a campus. Granted, he’s here for his job but still…

“Our guide is meeting us in the gymnasium.” Kagami adjusted his tie, loosening it around the neck.

“Why the gym?” last time he checked they were performing in an outside venue provided by the college.

“You’ll see,” Terushima was not a fan of such a cryptic message but his curiosity was winning him over. He followed with a grumble as Kagami led him towards the gym. He seemed to know his way around, and Terushima was scratching back in his memory if a conversation ever popped up about Kagami’s university days. He knew being a manager wasn’t his first choice. But the blanks weren’t being filled…

They arrived at the gym and the first thing Terushima heard was the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor. He immediately flashed back to highschool. To days where his jersey was soaked and his muscles were sore and he stood on a court surrounded by teammates that felt more like family than his own.

He’s grabbed out of his thoughts by the sharp sound of a whistle cutting through the air. Terushima watched as the volleyball players huddled together around someone, probably their captain. He said something that got the men energized before they all broke apart to clean up. Only the captain remained, who was approached by some old guy. The coach maybe? They exchanged words when Kagami called after them.

“Yo, Ukai!” Kagami hollered. Terushima watched as Ukai, some blond dude, turned his head. The minute their eyes met Ukai’s face broke out into a brilliant smile and he hustled over to Kagami for a hug.

“Kagami! It’s been ages, buddy!”

Kagami patted his back. “I know. Work’s been time consuming, but I’m glad we can cross paths like this. Thank you for meeting with us.”

“No man, I should be thanking you.” Ukai pulled back and patted him on the shoulder. “The fact that your band could perform at our school’s music festival is… honestly amazing. The principal hasn’t stopped kissing my ass since! Honestly this year’s Christmas bonus is looking pretty hefty and I have you to thank for that.”

“You two know each other?” Terushima asked, still shaken up from seeing Kagami actually hug someone.

“Ah, right. Introductions are in order. Yuuji this is Ukai Keishin A friend from my university days. He’s the volleyball coach here.”

“That’s me, Kagami and I go way back. When he told me you guys would be performing here I couldn’t resist hitting him up again. Ah,” Ukai turned around, back to the captain who was still in the gym doing a workout. “Daichi! Come over here for a minute.”

Daichi, Terushima figured, was built like a house. Broad shoulders and impressive muscles, especially in his arms. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the shoulders so as he ran, and his arms moved, Terushima could catch the glimpse of subtle flexing. He was taller than him, that’s for sure, and the way he carried himself as he strode over to them exuded casual confidence.

This man was sure of himself, grounded in whatever concept or idea of his being he held true.

Terushima lowered his shades and whistled, “Oh you’re cute.”

“Yuuji!” Kagami hissed. Daichi blinked and Ukai choked on his laugh. “I’m sorry. He has no filter.”

“Wrong. I have a filter i just don’t use it.”

“Which is a problem .”

Terushima’s grin was lazy as he, without shame, gave Daichi a once over. Daichi remained unphased, matching Terushima’s gaze. Terushima’s grin only increased. Would he break? Would he show discomfort? Or would he go on seemingly unphased by his behavior? The possibilities were endless and Terushima hoped he wouldn’t disappoint.

Daichi, after a beat, simply grinned with his eyes closed.   “Oh this is your friend, Ukai-san? A pleasure,” he bowed slightly to Kagami who bowed back in return. When he opened his eyes the gaze he gave Terushima was brutal. Burnt, empty embers that held no amusement in their gaze. It rocked him to his core and he was frozen up until Daichi bowed towards him.

“And you’re Terushima Yuuji?”  the way he said his name made ice prickle on Terushima’s skin. As if saying his name bored him, tasted like acid, or was a waste of breath to even utter.

Oh. Well then.

Terushima didn’t bother bowing back, hands in his pocket. “Yup. Lead singer of FERAL and Japan’s resident bad boy hottie at your service.”

“With all due respect I think I’ll stick to calling you Terushima-san.” Dachi’s voice was clipped. Terushima’s lips twitched.

“You can call me whatever you like, babe~” Flirting came as easily as breathing to Terushima and really, he wanted to see Daichi crack, twitch, do something but Daichi was impenetrable. It was like Terushima’s words were going in one ear and out the other.

“Okaay uh, well!” Ukai cut in, clearing his throat. “Daichi like we talked about you’re gonna take Terushima on a quick tour around campus. I’ll catch up with Kagami and we’ll meet back here in an hour to meet with the principal about the concert.”

Terushima wanted to claw out his eyeballs. He’d much rather explore the campus on his own, or with Kagami, rather than Daichi. Sure, teasing him would be fun just to see how many cracks (if at all) he could put into that armor but at the same time the dude seemed like a stick in the mud. No fun and definitely a pain in the ass if and when Terushima got into trouble. However, he knew Kagami wouldn’t let him roam free without some form of leash. And, when he looked back at his manager, Kagami looked pretty pumped to hang out with an old friend.

The things I do for the people I love, he sighed, jamming his hands in his pockets and pushing his shades back up his nose. “Yeah okay. Whatever. Let’s get this show on the road.” Terushima drawled.

Kagami nodded, “Right. Enjoy your tour and don’t give Daichi too much trouble, Yuuji. I’ll see you in an hour.” he turned and Ukai threw an arm over his shoulder as the two fell into comfortable chattering over the past, the present, the future, the whatever it was two old men talked about when they reunited after years apart.

They left Daichi and Terushima in awkward, uncomfortable silence. Terushima looked down at his adidas then back to Daichi. “So, the tour?”

Daichi nodded, it was a tight jerky movement. Man this dude really didn’t like him. Who knew a little flirting was enough to set him on edge? “Right. Can I shower really fast, and then we can go?”

It’s on the tip of Terushima’s pierced tongue to offer assistance. And the voice in his mind that sounded oddly like Kagami told him to hold back but alas, Terushima was a man of no restraint so his flirtation fell easily from his lips. “Sure. Mind if I tag along?”

“Very much so,” Daichi had this way of saying things so politely yet so sharply. Like he’d stab you and smile through it all as you bled out onto the floor. Terushima laughed, watching Daichi turn on his heel and head for the showers.  

This tour would either end up being the death of him, the death of Daichi, or the death of them both and honestly? He was kinda looking forward to it.

[byondtheveil]

Plot Ideas and Mini Starters I’ve had saved up for a while now...

Plot Ideas

Barren: Our muses try to fend for themselves in a post-apocalyptic world. There are endless deserts, and only small packets of people survive

Big Brother: Our muses are living in a dystopian society. High-level technology is used for mind control and the secret police. The high ruler seeks total power. But perhaps there is a way for escape?

On the Road: Our muses have problems at home and they run away together.

Beast: Our muses both turn into animals and they try to look for a cure.

Kidnapped: Our muses have been captured by traffickers.

Luxury: One of our muses is the owner of a manor, and the other is their servant.

Descent: One of our muses is inflicted with a disease that is corrupting their soul and body, turning them into a demonic form. They must seek for a cure before it is too late.

I saved you from a walker so now you kinda owe me au

We met at a “safe haven” and neither of us feel very safe here au

I found you upstairs in this abandoned house au

You feel responsible for me au

i’m a commoner who ended up in a relationship with a prince but the queen/king hates me oh god will i be sentenced to death i’m too young to die” au

“i was super pissed so i went to the gym even tho it’s really late at night so i was the only one there and i was at the punching bag listening to music and you surprised me by tapping me on the shoulder, holy shit i didn’t mean to punch you, i’m so sorry, but srsly why the hell would you SURPRISE SOMEONE WHO IS ANGRY AND PUNCHING THINGS” au

“idk you but you were getting hit on in public and you look super uncomfortable so i walked over and pretended to be your bf/gf, but hey while we’re at it, do you wanna go get some food?” au

“hey thanks for literally saving my life by pushing me out of the way of that car, but now you’re yelling at me bc i was texting and walking and you said i’m too cute to die” au

Immortals falling for mortals,immortals getting clingy and needy because you have so little time we need to make the most of it and their lovers being like chill i’ve still got like fifty years and we’ve already spent decades together we’ve been like all around the world by now but rly all I need is you and just, no, you don’t understand that’s not nearly enough for all the things I want to show you please why are you slowing down I know but you’re tired a lot lately wait no don’t go

I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when i asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch so that’s why you’re here right now also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night’ au

'i’m in my underpants in a laundromat waiting for my clothes to get washed and your clothes are in the machine next to mine and i noticed that when you put your clothes in they were all covered in blood what the fuck’ au

i’m a immortal who just woke up from a ‘nap’ what the fuck is this what the fuck is that au

our prom dates just ditched us for each other let’s show them what they’re missing out on au

you have short term memory after your surgery - short term memory - surgery for your - no, short term memory - jesus christ stop asking au

Well I had one idea where rei is a mermaid and gets trapped in a fishing net and either is sold off or brought to a lab type place to be studied

or it can be like an au where faies or mermaids like anything non human are concitered pets and can be bought.

or like its a world where vampires rule and humans are like livestock and are like live in pets and are often sold as like in home food. like owning a human is a status symbol.

rei is kidnaped by ____ as a way to get to ___

reianna has known from a young age she has cryokinetic powers and fought hard to control them.

One of our muses is a circus member for one of the more famous traveling circuses. The other can either be another member of the circus or a member of the audience who falls in love on first sight.        

Muse is a pirate searching the seas and islands in between for gold and treasure. Muse stumbles upon other Muse (mermaid) at an island the ship stops at and they fall in love.

My muse is a slave in an Ancient Era who has been sold to your muse as a coming of age present by your muse’s Guardian.

One of our muses is a dragon hunter who falls in love with the other, not knowing that they turn into a dragon during the night.

Muse A is an escaped experiment from a facility (feel free to conjure up possible ‘mutations’, it doesn’t have to be visible like animal fur, it could be telekinesis or other stuff), and happens to wander around his/her surroundings until they bump into Muse B. It can either go two ways: Muse B can be protective and take Muse A in, or Muse B can be extremely cold and ignore Muse A, but Muse A becomes attached and follows him/her home.

In a world where mermaids exist, Muse A realizes that every full moon allows him/her to grow legs. And on the very night that they try exploring the human world, they encounter Muse B, who is enchanted by Muse A. And love ensues, until Muse A realizes the effects aren’t permanent.

A hated arranged marriage between royal children which after time becomes desired. One of our muses is placed under a spell, transformed into a beautiful creature (doesn’t have to be a swan). The other, thinking his “love” to be the beast responsible, goes off to hunt it. Only in a certain pool under the light of the moon is the cursed muse able to regain their true form.

we were both working during the holidays but got snowed in at the office au

zookeepers au

i accidentally feel asleep in the bookstore you work in cause i read so much au

i was thinking benny needs to like find another vampire either from a nest or a rouge attacking/ feeding from rei and like he goes after the vampire to attack him. and --- either like has to care for rei afterwords to make sure she survives or since --- is so protective over a human the vampire finds this interesting and kidnaps her to be like a live in food pet and benny has to rescue her

Mini starters?

She couldn’t remember when everything went wrong. It was slow at first, but soon everything around her was dying. She tried going to deeper water, but everything was traveling so fast. She could feel herself getting weaker and soon found herself following the water highways. As she swam the waters she unknowing was getting closer to land instead of away.  By the time she realized she was in fresh water inland in was to late. She barely had any strength so she ended up just drifting until she washed up on shore. Drifting in and out of consciousness she let out a grunt when she heard a unfamilar noise. Her eyes fluttered open watching as a creature got closer trembling in fear. She could barely defend herself in the water at the moment, on land she was helpless. A weak whimper came from her as she pushed herself up on her arms gazing up at him with fear filled eyes. Was this a human? She had heard so many horrible things about them. She tried pushing herself back towards the water but just collapsed to the ground again.

[text] Too late started panicking ages ago [text] you can get blood out of phones right? [text] I... I don't know [text] I have my house warded like you showed me. [text] I have been having weird dreams about... [text] well um... [text] this like grey.... thing [text]hovering over me [text] But I mean like my dreams are normally weird! [text] I think im going to be sick...

"I-It's so c-cold..." she stuttered as she stumbled. They were lost in huge woods, running from something that wanted to kill them, rei poisoned by god knows what...

Rei whines a bit not liking the fact that the spiders were eating eat other, her wings fluttering a big more feathers falling off them onto her bed. "Bad spiders! Cannibalism is frowned upon here!"

As he opened the door the house would reek with the heavy scent of blood. There were bloody footprints and streaks all along the hallway, kitchen and living room. Rei was face down on the floor beside the couch her bloody phone under her blood stained hand. She was only in a pair of lacy panties and indeed there seemed to be a small pair of blood caked wings protruding from her back.

[taechannies]

Forest’s claim:Chapter 1

-Are you ready to go?

I turned towards my bestfriend. She was struggling with her backpack that was more then full already. I chuckled before crouching,holding it so she could zip it closed.

- do we need all this?

She simply shrugged.

-Dunno. I don’t mind walking with it, it’s not really heavy.

I just smiled. I had missed her so much. Every little part of her, even those who used to get on my nerves, were now so beautiful to me. I hadn’t seen since I moved back in October. It was now spring break. It’s a really long time to go without your most precious friend. To me,she was literally a sister,we had grown together and went through every difficult times hand in hand. Having her back with me was like a breath of fresh air. I felt like my life was back to normal.

For our first day together,we had decided to go hiking. The property my parents had bought was in the middle of no where surrounded by woods that were becoming a national park at some point. I was kinda surprised that she wanted to go there. We had never been outdoor girls either of us, we mostly used to hang out in my room,doing stuff on the computer or watching tv. I guess we needed to talk but do something at the same time.

I closed and locked the front door before puting the key in my back pocket. My dog, Mallo, came running towards us from the barn. It was a young golden retriever we had found as a stray in the woods. We didnt have to show him tricks, he was a real good boy.

-is he coming with us?

-I guess. Don’t worry he won’t run away. Anyways,he knows those woods by heart.

My friend kept smiling as the doggo walked happily between us. She gently petted his head as we got on the trail. The sun had already disappeared. It was a great thing since Audrey was the kind to get sunburns pretty easily. It wasn’t very long before we couldn’t see the house anymore. We kept on the trail tho,I didn’t know those woods enough to explore further. Spending a night in the cold with spiders wasn’t something I’d enjoy.

-You still haven’t talked about that boy.

I sight. It wasn’t the same texting your friend and telling the story directly in front of her. Well,it wasn’t as if there was something to say. There was that down down in the town near my home that…He was special. I don’t kbow how I could explain this but seeing him was making my legs go jello and my heart desperatly pumping blood to make my face get a deep red. I had never even spoken to that guy but there was something about him that woyld make my whole body react without my concent. He wasn’t really my type either and we didn’t really enjoy the same stuff.

-Well… There isn’t a lot to say…

-Nothing happenned since the last time?

-Not really. I went to the grocery store this week and he was sitting outside with his friends. If Yoongi hadn’t screamed something stupid at me he wouldn’t had noticed me.

-Well,it’s actually interesting. What did he scream to you?

I look at her longly before saying it ou tloud.

-Did you flush the toilet before getting out this time.

-Rude.

-Yeah…I think he’s still mad about our parent marrying.I just don’t get why I’m the only one he’s vicious with. He acts like an angel in front of our parents but as soon as they’re gone he keeps dragging me down. I did nothing to him, I’m the one who moved accross the country to get here,he’s still living in his childhood home,has his friends and…

A cracking sound behind us make me jump and stop talking. Mallo had heard it too and was looking into the bush intensely. He wasn’t growing or anything but I could tell that he was ready to fight something. My friend started to panic,looking at me,then at the dog, but she kept quiet. She whispered to me.

-what was that…?

-I dunno. Maybe a deer or a rabbit.

I was about to turn and smile at her to reassure her when a putrid odour suddenly attacked my nostrils,making me gag instantly. I put my hand to my face in a vain attempt to shield myself from the stench. Mallo started whimpering and hide himself between my legs. I had never seen him act like this. I gently petted his head to calm him. Having him close was making me feel safer even tho he was as scared as I was.

-The fuck is that…

-I have no idea girl,but I think it’s our sign to go back home.

I grabbed Mallo’s collar to gently drag him back towards the house. He whimpered once again. He looked frozen by fear.

-Come on body...Be a good boy…

-Come on Mallo. Come boy.

Audrey had started walking and was hitting her thighs while calling the dog with an hapoy tone. It seemed to work. Mallo gently started trailing towards her, his tail still between his legs but starting to gently move.

-Oh good boy. You’re such a good boy.

She petted him softly and started to walk slowly while guiding him towards the house. After a couple seconds,I finally started following them while still looking behind my back with the feeling of someone or something watching us. We didn’t walk for a very long time before getting face to face with my step brother and his group of friends. My eyes instantly went to his hands where he was holding a lit up joint. I could taken the occasion to say something about it,but I couldn’t talk. I was still battling with my stomach to not be sick right then and there. My whole mouth was filled with a caracteristic bitter taste mixed with the putrid odour that for some reason couldn’t leave me. One of Yoongi’s friends, Namjoon if I remembered correctly, point us with a worried look.

-Are you guys alright? You’re both so pale, as if you had seen a ghost.

Audrey replied for me. She knew that one way or an other I was too petrified to talk. Even if we hadn’t met something weird in the boots,there was still THE boy. By reflex,I crouched to pet the dog so I wouldn’t look awkward,but the position made me feel sicker.

-There’s something back there. We heard a sound and something was smelling really bad.

Yoongi smirked before blowing smoke in the air.

-Probably the dog that farted. You guys are scared about nothing.

I saw from the corner of my eye Audrey clenching her fists. She was getting mad. She didn’t had any patience with people like that.

-Yeah right. Don’t come back crying like a baby that something scared you.

He was about to answer something vile to her but he was stop the most monstruous growl we had ever heard. It was… Mallo just jumped on his feet and started running for his life towards the house. I felt on my knees,looking behind us for an explanation but there was nothing in sight. The forest was now dead quiet. No birds,no insects,no sounds. It was so odd.

-What the hell was that?!

It was Jimin. He was now hiding behind Jungkook that looked as terrified as him. Yoongi tried to keep his composure but he was as pale as us.

-Tha… That’s probably a bear…

-No bear makes sounds like that man...

The stench came back again and I couldn’t hold it this time, I vomited on the trail. Audrey grabbed me and dragged me closer to the boys. The more we were,the most we were in security. Someone grabbed my other arm to keep me on my feet. It was Namjoon. He looked really worried.

-I think we should go. No matter what it is,it doesn’t want us here.

-It’s bullshit. Someone must be messing with us. No bear would come this close to civilisation.

He dropped his joint on the floor and stomped on it with his foot so it wouldn’t continue burning. He then started walking towards where we came from. I don’t why I felt that terrified. I felt as if he was in serious danger,that something would come out of nowhere  to attack him. He didn’t get really far before he stopped, looking towards the bush where we had heard the sound earlier. Even from afar we could tell that his face was instantly drained of all colour. His breathing got loud as he took a step backwards. He looked completely in shock even though his voice stayed as calm as usual.

-We’re going back home.

-What’s in the bush man?

Namjoon at took a step forward to meet his friend when he finally snapped and started walking towards us quickly. He pushed his friend in the chest so he would stop walking.

-We’re going home.

His voice was now serious, sounded like a threat. Namjoon just nodded, he seemed kinda pissed by his attitude but at the same time, his reaction was getting us all worried. I was finally able to walk by myself and we followed the groupe, walking quickly, looking behind us constantly. The minute we could see the house in the distance, the sound of the birds and insects came back to us. This feeling of dread had left me and the odour had finally completely disappeared. It was so sudden that I wasn’t sure if I had dreamed it.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 482, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death

WORDS: 1104

“Greetings, beautiful people, it’s Elizabeth here!” Elizabeth greeted her fanbase in a new post up on her Instagram. “So today, daddy has taken Katie and I to Underground Arcade and Café, and we are both so excited!”

“Yay yay!” Katie cheered from next to her sister.

“Mommy and Isabelle are at home with the babies for today, which means that it’s going to be a daddy/ daughters date!” Elizabeth continued to bubble as Peter clearly parked his Doom Buggy. “Catch you beautiful people in a little bit!”

She signed off, flashing a peace fingers at the camera before I set down my phone, chuckling as  rolled over to see Isabelle, sound asleep on my husband’s side of the bed with little girl, Baby Tommy and Baby Kit curled into her side.

I picked up my knitting needles, where I had been busy crafting a little pink and white sweater for little girl. I took up my wandwork and began to hum a sweet song about a country girl’s love for her four legged friend- a horse named Little Lottie.

“Mary Claire? What are you doing?”

I looked up and smiled at the sight of Isabelle, who was arching her back as she scrubbed the sleep from her sleepy gray eyes.

“Hihi there, Miss Sleepy Pants!” I teased her as my needles clicked and clacked softly. “I am knitting something for little girl.”

“Can you teach me how to knit?” she begged me. “Please?”

I smiled at her, reaching into my yarnings basket and coming up with a set of knitting needles, which I handed to her along with a ball of white yard.

“Okay, so first, I think I’ll teach you how to make a slip knot…”

~xoXox~

It was closer to midday when the three returned from their date out, Peter coming up into the master bedroom with a girl on either hip. They came across Isabelle happily knitting a simple blankie pattern as the babies were entertained by an activity book that encourage them to pat the doggy and look at themselves in the mirrored page and the other likes.

“Hihi sweetheart, hihi Isabelle,” he rumbled as the girls slid out of his arms, giggling as them came and recollected Elle and Jing from the babies.

“Hihi my love,” I hummed, chuckling at the quiet mayhem in the room.

“Bi’ siss siss!” Baby Tommy gurgled as he held his arms open in demands of hugs from his big sisters. “Bi’ siss siss!”

“Kate Kate!” screeched little girl as she practically flung herself into her arms, cackling with wild giggles as she wrapped her itty bitty baby arms around her neck. “Kate Kate!”

“Little girl!” Katie cheered as she squeaked the happy three year old. “I love you, little girl!”

“Ah lob ou, Kate Kate!” she giggled.

“Hey, what have you two been up to today?” Peter asked with a kind smile as he took in the baby blankie that Isabelle has been carefully working on for much of the day.

“Mary Claire is teaching me how to knit!” she answered, never looking up from the craftings that she was making. She kept her switch work careful and even as she made uniform loops with one needle and knotted them with the other needle. “See? I’m hoping to be able to knit winter sweaters for myself!”

“I can teach you how to do that!” I offered. “My love, did you and the girls have fun today?”

“They both dominated the arcade and pooled their tickets to get a teddy bear,” he revealed with a chortle.

“A teddy for Baby Violet Marie!” Katie corrected him with a huff. “It’s in her nursery- I can go grab it in a minute!”

Tears came to my eyes at the sudden reminder that Baby Violet Marie would come into the world well-loved and always wanted. Her sisters, her brother, her father, and everyone else couldn’t wait until she was born and able to do a sweet meet and greet with my husband’s fans.

Peter’s hand came to rest over Baby Violet Marie, who was practicing her freerunning on my insides.

KICK PUNCH KICK PUNCH KICK PUNCH KICK PUNCH

“Here we are!” Katie announced as she bounced back into the master bedroom with little girl pattering after her. The nine year old girl was holding a soft white teddy bear with a pink ribbon forming a bow around its neck. Black button eyes stared at me, making me smile at the girls’ love for their unborn sister.

“You girls will need to remove the button eyes and stitch in some embroidered eyes,” I hummed as I welcomed the plush toy in for a motherly embrace. “We wouldn’t want Baby Violet Marie to pull off a button and choke!”

“No we don’t!” Katie agreed in an excited tone of voice.

I chuckled as I stood up to arch my back backwards before waddling off to use the bathroom with the promise to return in a short bit.

When I remerged twenty minutes later, I found the family- Peter, Isabelle, Elizabeth, Elle, Katie, Jing, little girl, Baby Tommy and Baby Kit- all plastered around my husband’s cell phone as he showed everyone something.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been looking at inspiration for Baby Tommy’s big boy bedroom,” he explained with a smiled that crinkled at the corners of his eyes. “I found a few beds that I can make in a few hours, which one do you like best?”

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