#oh. also just a reminder that tomorrow makes it 7 days :)

[habitual-creatures]

Jesus fuck yall have no idea how much I want to just yap about Harpy and Firebrand but I CAN'T because I have other lore to plan and just abbshagahabahahabb-

[charliemwrites]

Part 4 of Mafia!Price

No Content Warnings

There are many things to appreciate about your boss, but one of them is his respect for routine. You’ve gotten him on a schedule and now he seems happily beholden to it; appreciates your promptness with tea and pastries and morning “briefings” each day.

He’ll happily sit back in his big leather chair and listen to you chatter out his itinerary for the day. Meetings, reports, phone calls. Trips to the dock, now, bless him.

You try not to stare between glances at your tablet. For a rich bastard, he is unfairly handsome. Good taste in just about everything, classy and luxurious without being ostentatious. Old money vibes, for sure, though you know better than to do more than idly wonder. Helps that he’s also remarkably gentlemanly with you. You’re not one to buy into old stereotypes or gender roles, even the ones that benefit you — but you’ll take a chivalrous boss over your old one any day.

Besides, it’s not like he’s spouting off about what women should and shouldn’t be doing. Or trying to use you as an example of an “acceptable” working woman. So, yeah, you’ll indulge in the door-holding and offered arms.

“Alright, best for last — your reservation for Muse is tomorrow. The restaurant is twenty minutes from your penthouse, so Simon will be downstairs by 7:30.”

You check that off your to-do list as you continue speaking.

“Do you have a suit picked out yet, or should I order something? Green is in season and it would go nicely with your eyes.”

He hums; you glance up. Leaning back, one arm lax on the arm of his chair, black watch gleaming. The other is propped to press his index finger against his lips. Like he’s telling you to keep a secret. The corners of his mouth are tilted up.

Your tablet dings and thankfully distracts you from staring.

Oh, for the love of— the only person more inconsiderate than Philip Graves is his damn assistant.

“Is that the color you’re wearing, then?”

Will need to call later today — as if!

“Hm?” You ask, not having caught it.

He arches his eyebrows; ah, you must have been making a face again.

“Are you wearing green tomorrow?” He repeats.

You blink. Are you what?

“Tomorrow, sir?”

He nods, once. “To Muse, luv.”

When you continue to stare with pleasant obliviousness, his eyebrows furrow a bit.

“You do know one of those seats is for you, yeah?”

You press your lips together for a moment. Well… shit. You take it back. You take it all back. John Price is a terrible, horrible, awful man who is so rude.

“I do now.”

Across the office, you make wide eye contact with Gaz. He grimaces in sympathy and ducks his head, though it’s clearly just to hide his traitorous laughter.

“Of course you’re coming along.”

“Sir,” you say, pleasant and sweet, “remember when I first started here? And I told you that I’m not a mind reader?”

“Of course,” he answers. “You threatened to spit in my tea in the same breath.”

“Only if you told me to fetch it for you,” you correct, before continuing, “I feel you may need a reminder: I cannot read your mind. How was I supposed to know you wanted me to go with you?”

“‘S your job, isnit?” He replies. You give him a dark look; he puts his hands up with a chuckle. “My apologies love, I thought you’d be in my pocket next to my handkerchief. Like always.”

You set your hand on your hip, proper cross now.

“It’s outside usual working hours, sir. How could I have possible expected to be invited to your fancy man party?”

“‘Fancy man party’?”

“Well, there’s nothing for it, I’ll have to leave early tomorrow.”

You’re already tapping madly at your tablet, looking up a salon willing to do your hair and makeup. God knows what kind of meltdown you’ll have if you can’t get your eyeliner symmetrical.

“Do whatever you need to do, luv,” Price soothes, standing. “I really am sorry for the short notice.”

You wave him off, then pat his arm as he gently guides you towards the door. Absently, you comply, more focused on getting appointments set and rearranging your own schedule for tomorrow.

“I’ll make it work,” you promise, “I always do.”

You let him bring you all the way to your desk, lower yourself into your ergonomic rolling chair.

“I’ll let you know what color I’m wearing by… one o’clock. Yes?”

“Sounds great, luv.”

You glance at the clock. “Also you have a call with the KorTac Group in ten.”

He chuckles and taps your chin. “Cheers, luv.”

—

Simon is the one to pick you up Friday evening. You both pause in the lobby of your apartment complex, staring.

“You look lovely,” he says at the same time you ask, aghast, “what happened to your face?”

He’s got a dark bruises discoloring the skin around one eye. Clearly some ice has already been applied because the swelling is down, but it must be fresh because he didn’t have it yesterday.

He snorts. “My job happened.”

You tut. “I’ve got something for that but we need to get moving. Mr. Price said he needs some help with his suit.”

You grab his arm without hesitation, habit from any of your escorts or drivers always offering it to you. Usually you accept out of politeness, but tonight you could use the extra stability in your heels. Simon doesn’t seem to mind even though this is the first time you’ve done this.

He walks you to the car, holds the door for you. Sleek and spotless, a black Jaguar — your choice for the evening. You hum in delight at the warm interior as Simon slides into the front seat.

“Oh, thank you for the compliment, by the way,” you add as he pulls into traffic. “You look quite smart as well.”

He grunts, but you notice a bit of color to his ears in the passing streetlights. You smile to yourself and busy yourself with your tablet. Double checking the reservation confirmation, answering messages from Farah and Gaz, updating Price on your ETA.

The car stops at a luxury high rise just at 7. You hop out before Simon can get the door and receive a sharp look. He holds up a reprimanding finger; blink in surprise at the sternness of it.

“You pull that shite again and I’ll handcuff you to the door handle, miss.” He warns. “Making me look bad.”

You huff, amused, and take his arm again. “Don’t threaten me, Mr. Riley, I’m meaner.”

But you squeeze his thick bicep good-naturedly as he leads you into Price’s building. Your boss lives in the penthouse at the very top; Simon has to swipe a card for access. He’s also got a key to let you both in the door, holds it so you can enter first.

It’s all sleek and modern; not at all what you would expect of your boss’s more classical style. His office has a sort of 20s Hollywood vibe (gangster, you teased once) but clearly some interior designer was paid far too much for something out of a drab minimalist catalogue.

You don’t linger long, heels clicking on the polished floors.

“Sir?” you call.

“In here, luv.”

You grimace at the flight of stairs between you and the loft, but force yourself up them. The whole floor is the mater bedroom and it’s the size of your entire apartment. Walk-in closet, sectioned off lounge with a desk. His bathroom door is open, mirror fogged. It smells like soap.

“Bedroom to your right,” he calls.

You tip-tap in and your mouth instantly dries. Price is standing in the middle of the room, half dressed. Nothing unprofessional, no. He’s wearing slacks, a belt. But he’s also in socks, a white undershirt. No watch or rings or anything yet.

It feels oddly more intimate than it should. Your face warms despite yourself.

“E-evening, sir.”

He turns and you’re utterly unprepared for just how handsome he really is. Freshly groomed, hair trimmed and gelled, eyes bright.

“Well, aren’t you just a dream,” he rasps. “You’re stunning.”

You clear your throat, know that all the makeup in the world can’t hide how brightly you’re flushing. It’s pure politeness, he’s not looking at you with anything more than friendly appreciation. Mind out of the gutter, now.

“All the flattery in the world won’t save you if we’re late,” you manage, shaking yourself back into work mode. “So let’s see what we’ve got.”

You pick his shirt, a pocket hanky, his shoes. Tell him to get into those while calling Simon up the stairs. He’s there so fast you blink in surprise, then gesture him over. Sit him on an ottoman and extract the little bottle of makeup you’ve started keeping on hand for situations like this.

“Bullshite you had that in your purse,” he scoffs.

“You remember two weeks ago, when Soap came in with that bruise on his jaw?”

They told you it was a “disagreement” at the docks. You didn’t ask further, figuring it was some sort of bar brawl in that part of town. Rowdy boys.

“Ever since, I keep a couple minis on hand for you all.”

They’re so small that you just keep them in a pocket of your purse with the rest of your makeup and the tampons. Good for emergencies like this.

“You sure you’re not a mind reader?” Simon grumbles as you gently dab it over his face.

“How would being a mind reader even help in this situation,” you scoff, patting at it with your middle finger.

Price steps out of the closet with arms out. He’s picked a waistcoat as well that you hum in approval at.

“Which cufflinks are you wearing?” you ask, turning back to Simon. He’s sitting remarkably still and stoic — reminds you of a big dog trying to maintain some dignity while getting fawned over.

“The silver and diamond.”

You make a noise of disagreement. “The gold and onyx would go better.”

A pause. You sneak a glance and are relieved to see him smirking. “I’ll wear those then. Any opinion on a watch?”

You hum again, carding through your mental catalogue. “Oh! The Bulova you wore during that meeting with Kate Laswell. You remember?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He disappears into his closet again while you lightly blend in the last touches of Simon’s coverup.

“There we are, good as new!” You declare. “Oh, and here.”

You set a couple of ibuprofen in his palm as he stands. “For the inflammation. Take with water.”

“Yes, mum,” he mumbles.

You wince. “Sorry! I’m being overbearing, aren’t I?”

He blinks, then puts a hand up. “No, no. That wasnt — I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

You don’t entirely believe him. Know that you can be a bit much when you’re on a time crunch. Especially for something like this — an important business meeting over fancy dinner. You feel like everyone’s appearance is riding on you; this is your job after all. One thing out of place and everything will fall apart and it’ll be your fault.

“Simon, go take those,” Price orders from behind.

You turn as he approaches, a similar apology all set on your tongue. Instead, he gives you a sheepish smile and offers the cufflinks.

“Bloody useless with these,” he explains. “So unless you want to spend fifteen minutes losing respect for me…”

You laugh, amused by the idea of your hyper-capable boss struggling with a bit of jewelry that cost as much as a week of work. You step in close to thread them through his sleeves, fingers nimble and sure.

“You’re not wearing cologne?” You ask, surprised.

Don’t even realize how that might sound until he arches an eyebrow at you.

“Thought you might have an opinion on that too,” he replies. “And you haven’t steered me wrong, yet.”

He shows you his modest, but impressive collection of colognes. You pluck up one, sniff, and make a face, eyes watering a bit. It’s mostly full; clearly one he doesn’t wear often and you’re grateful for it.

“That bad, eh?”

“Sir, why?” You lament, putting it back.

“Gift from an ex,” he explains.

You store that tidbit of information away for further examination. The idea of your boss in a romance. Right now you’ve got a task to focus on.

“Did they hate you that entire time?” You wonder.

He snorts. “Maybe.”

You shake your head and pick a different one. Blink in surprise and sniff again. Feel your stomach flip.

“That one?” He asks when he notices you hesitate.

“No,” you say a little too quickly, setting it down. This is a business meeting, you can’t afford to be distracted by how he’ll smell with that on his skin.

You settle on one that doesn’t make your head dizzy and your panties shamefully damp. Still feel a bit like you’re shooting yourself in the foot, though. He’s going to smell sinfully good regardless.

You leave Price to his finishing touches and have Simon help you down the stairs. Check through the notes you hurriedly collected when you realized you’d be attending this dinner.

Price comes down too soon for your poor, stupid heart. Looks like something out of a magazine or a novel or a movie or… just too good to be real, really.

“Pass inspection?” He asks.

“Barely,” you tease.

His eyes do that thing where they smile more than his mouth; how you know it’s genuine. You try not to fluster, zero in on his tie, a little crooked and loose.

“Goodness, sir,” you murmur, stepping in close. Yeah, you were right. That cologne is going to be a personal challenge all night. “How did you get along before me?”

“With bad cologne and shitty ties, apparently,” he chuckles.

You grin despite yourself, getting it secure and centered, before smoothing his vest over it. Give him a once over. Feel your stomach flip again.

“If I may say, sir, you look handsome,” you offer quietly.

“Should hope so,” he replies, voice dipping in a way that’s detrimental to the state of your panties. “You dressed me.”

You hum, reach for your usual dry, sharp humor. “I have great taste.”

Instead of scoffing, he hums in agreement. Something flickers through his eyes that you don’t dare allow yourself to daydream on.

Simon, bless him, clears his throat and draws your attention. You check the clock above the stove.

“Ah, we need to get going. I can’t walk fast in these heels.”

You slip your arm automatically into Price’s and try not to obsess over how well you two fit together.

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[yawujin]

Hello

So I don't know if you're opposed to writing for the v2 boys but if you aren't

Could you please write v2 boys x s/o who is very hard working so when they get focused they forget to eat or drink water a lot &(if you're comfy trans male reader) they forget to take their binder off and rest.

Thxxxxxxxx

ofc i'll write the sdr2 boys i love them

request | sdr2 boys x an S/O who is hard working

type | react , light hearted , non killing game , established relationship , trans male reader

hajime hinata ♡

respects you for working so hard

always reminding you to take a break

hajime's a good listener so you can go to him to talk about work troubles you have

he secretly daydreams of another life where you two can just relax 24/7 so you do not have to worry so much about work

admires and appreciates all that you do

gets really excited when you finally finish your work for the day

kazuichi souda ♡

he gets it

relates to you bc he has had to stay up late working and fixing things

he learned the hard way that he must always keep water or something to hydrate himself while working

he's lowkey the type to ask "have you eaten yet?"

he cares sm about you

even though sometimes he also forgets to pack some lunch for himself for work lol

you two look out for each other always <3

fuyuhiko kuzuryu ♡

you already know he's the type to text you constantly throughout the day

"you're going to eat right?" "there has to be something in the vending machines there you can buy."

angry texts when you say all you had so far was some crappy instant coffee

even angrier texts when you tell him you're working after hours

always insistant on you taking a break (even if you just started working on something)

"i love you so much and if somehow someday you collapse while working i'll never forgive myself"

gundham tanaka ♡

orders you to stop working and take a break

no seriously, he orders you to take some time off

"the supreme overlord of ice commands you to STOP!"

he demands you come to bed and keep him warm

but first he reminds you to take off your armor (referring to your binder)

you still had it on oops

you just laugh a little bit and change

finally, you both can get some rest after a long day

nekomaru nidai ♡

he reminds you not to push yourself too hard

"it's kind of like training, you must know your limits!"

is willing to make a list for with designated times for breaks in your schedule

gets hyped up when you have a day off so you two can finally have a date/datenight

has a whole lot of respect for you and your ability to push through especially hard days

"just keep it in the back of your mind that i'll always be here if you need me for something, got it?"

ultimate imposter ♡

brings food to you

gently urges you to take a break

hugs from behind while you work

prefers it when you work from home

picks you up from work whenever he can

teruteru hanamura ♡

when you come home, the first thing he does is feed you

he makes all your favorite dishes ofc

he can always tell if you neglected yourself during work hours

"can't fool me, as your boyfriend i know what you need!"

keeps track of your days off incase you try to get a head start in working on something new

"nope sorry! can't have that today. you and i are due for a date at the diner"

sends you positive and encouraging and rather suggestive messages while you are at work

nagito komaeda ♡

very persuasive when he's trying to get you to rest after a long work day

you finally choose rest and nagito over more paperwork you need to sort out

"tomorrow's always there" he reassures you

"oh and, make sure to take that off" he says, looking at your binder

you almost finished changing without doing so

nagito gives you some affirmations while you drift off to sleep

"you work too hard..." he sighs sadly. "goodnight~"

⋆ ˚｡⋆ my ao3

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 7- Mirror Sex

This man makes me so feral therefore I had to!

Pairing: Sunwoo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight exhibitionism, nicknames (baby, darling), degradation (slut), spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

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You loved going to the studio to watch Sunwoo practice. He was always so focused on what he needed to do or improve on and getting to see him work like this up close made you feel so proud. You loved your boyfriend and you knew how hard he worked so sometimes when you knew he was stressing about something you would come along with him to make sure that while yes, he was getting his work and practice in, he was also taking care of himself. You would be there to help remind him to eat, to drink water, and most importantly to come home at a decent hour so he could get some actual rest. The last one was the biggest hassle but you were usually able to tear him away so he could rest.

Tonight was one of those nights where you knew it was going to be hard to get him away from work. There was a particular dance that he wasn't quite able to nail yet and he wanted to stay behind for a little to continue working on it. Every time he misstepped would just frustrate him more and you could see he was getting more stressed the longer he stayed to work on it. That is when you came up with your plan. You were going to help him destress and hopefully, that would help you get him home sooner so he could rest and come back tomorrow well-rested and with fresh eyes. While he was distracted you moved to the door of the dance studio and locked it. You also blocked any windows and once you were sure no one would be able to come in and see what you had planned you moved to where Sunwoo had his phone plugged in to play the music. You pushed pause and before he complained you spoke up, "I think maybe you need to take a break and drink some water."

"I hate it when you're right," he said relenting his protest. He did need water and he was starting to get tired. After a short break, he would try the choreography one more time and then he'd let you drag him home to go to bed. At least that is what he thought was going to happen.

Still, by his phone, you spoke up, "Hey do you remember that one dance that we made up? The duet?"

He swallowed the mouthful of water he had and responded, "Yeah why?"

"Let's do it just for fun and then let's go home. I think you have worked hard enough on this for today," you said. This was the bait you knew this dance you created was a little spicy and if you played the right cards you'd get the desired result.

He thought about it for a while ultimately deciding that you were probably right and he needed to destress before going home anyway. He nodded his head and stood up walking to the center of the room. You found the song in his playlist and started it before walking to your starting spot. The song played and you two danced together. There was no pressure of having to do something right or not and it was fun just to move together. Although, at certain moments you would make sure to move your hips into his. When the song ended Sunwoo was definitely more than hot and bothered. He moved towards you pinned you against the mirror and whispered, "Just what do you think you're doing huh? You want me to fuck you in here where anyone could walk in?"

"They could if I didn't think ahead and lock the doors already," you said with a smile.

He turned you around so that you were now facing the mirror, "Oh so you did want this huh? Wanted me to fuck you in the dance room so you can see for yourself how desperate for my cock you are? Want me to pound you in front of the mirror so you can see the mess I make of you?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I wanted," you replied. You knew throwing a little sass his way at this moment would only rile him up further. That was the goal. You wanted him to release all of the stress he had been building up and what better way to do that than to fuck all of it out.

"So be it then but just remember that you wanted this," he growled. He pulled your hips back a little to bend you over so that your chest was the only thing left pressed against the mirror. He pulled your athletic shorts down revealing that you were not wearing underwear which had him growling behind you. This earned you a sharp smack on your ass that he smoothed over with his hand.

"How long were you planning this little stunt huh? Not even wearing panties you really do want this cock huh," he said leaning over so he was right by your ear. He pulled back so he could pull down his sweats and underwear exposing his hard cock. You could see everything in the mirror from your own fucked out expression to his lust-filled gaze to his hard cock with precum leaking from his tip just before he moves closer to line it up with your own dripping entrance. He slowly started sliding in taking his time with you and when he was fully buried inside you he paused to speak. "Are you ready my pretty little slut? Are you ready for me to ruin you right here on the dance floor? You have a front-row seat so I want you to keep your eyes on me you got that?"

"Y-yes, yes I am so ready," you whimpered. You loved it when he got like this. Demanding and undeniably in charge. Your consent and acknowledgment were all he needed to start moving at a rapid pace. One hand gripping your waist and the other reaching up to grab a fist full of your hair pulling it back so you had no other choice but to watch in the mirror as he fucked into you from behind. It was getting so hard to keep watching he was making you feel so good reaching so deep inside of you. You had closed your eyes in pleasure.

Another harsh spank on your ass caused you to open your eyes again. Sunwoo leaned over you again his right hand still in your hair but the left had now snaked around to rub circles on your clit. He whispered, "Keep your eyes open darling I want you to watch how beautiful you are when you're cumming for me." He continues his rapid pace and circling your clit. All the pleasure comes rushing forth and it is almost too much. You could feel yourself getting closer.

"Sunwoo I am gonna cum," you shouted.

"I know baby. Cum for me you can do it. Let go for me," he replied. He was getting close too and once your walls clenched around him as you came he was not far behind. He continued moving his hips into you to ride out both your orgasms and when you were done he pulled out and quickly picked up your shorts to where they were originally.

"Don't want to waste any of that now, do we? Let's get going so we can have round two at home. I still have some stress I need to get out," he said picking up his own pants and underwear. You both gathered your things as quick as you can and left the studio to go home. It was going to be a long night but at least you got him to come home and not work himself to death all night.

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A/N: I am so sorry for this one being late too but, here is to the man who stole my heart for Kingdom! Literally, he somehow did not come up at first when I was trying to pick a bias in The Boyz. I thought it was gonna be New or Q and then I watched Kingdom and that was it I love Sunwoo. Asks are open send some in!

[mangofanarts]

So I wanted to talk about some of my thoughts on some of the signs Tallulah gave to Pomme as advice/comfort her about the bad situation. For context, in yesterday's stream, Pomme informs Tallulah about the last time she saw her dad, he was "so sick, the worst he has ever been." That he wrote some letters, bought her a plushie and told her to sleep, that she needed to remind him to tell her something for tomorrow. Even mentioning that she's "still waiting to see him."

Pomme even regrets listening to Bad because now she says "At what cost? Because now, we have no idea where he is. We thought of the worse....I have no idea what happened."

Pomme even mentions what she and Dapper did to try to get clues for Bad's disappearance. However, their attempts haven't worked and they haven't gotten information. Leading Pomme saying that the situation is "just confusing, and... I don't know what to do"

After listening to Pomme explain the situation she's in about Bad, the first thing Tallulah says is, "Not lose hope."

Those choice of words are both interesting and sad to me. Pomme has been trying to not lose hope, she's been so desperately trying is the thing. Her own dad (Bad) has told her to not lose hope before on situations. So, Pomme tries her best in not losing it. But, during the moment she realized that Bad's sickness to death was inevitable when he spoke to her and Tallulah that one night, of course, she was going to lose hope. Of course, when he's gone "missing", she's gonna wonder whether or not her efforts ever really worked in helping him or if he was just lying to her to make her feel better. "I tried to help in any way, I used to prepare medicine for him, health potions, in hopes it could help, he told me it did.... did it really..."

She made a whole backpack for him, in case it did help him. She used to hope it did. She's done a ritual with Dapper in hopes to try to bring Bad back or some kind of clue to where he is and it didn't work. She has tried so bad to have hope.

Tallulah telling Pomme to have hope just reminds me of the times that Bad would tell Tallulah to have hope about her papi. Have hope that he's going to come back one day, that it's going to be "soon." "Soon" is a word that Tallulah despises because it's something she's constantly been told and Tallulah has tried to have hope before for her papi. While their situations are so very different, since her papi hasn't come back for months and Bad's been dead for like around seven days. The situations are also similar too in that these are kids that are wanting their parents. These are kids that are still waiting for their parents. How a kid feels about time can feel so different to how has time actually been in reality. (Btw, this is under my assumption that time works realistically in this minecraft game. Rather then it being like cartoon logic in that "Oh, Bad's been death for a month because Bad said it was" when in reality, it's been around 7 days). For example, a kid waiting for school to end can feel like forever, when in reality it's only two minutes left in class. A kid that's lost in a store can feel like forever when it's only been like thirty seconds before they're found by their parent. Richarlyson yesterday, has even commented, "KKKKKKK get back here already tio, it's been already too long."

Bad being gone around 7 days and it feels long to Richarlyson. If it feels long to him, then you can only wonder how Pomme and Dapper feel when they constantly try to look for him. How it must feel even longer for Dapper considering that he's almost always has had his dad with him. I'm getting side-tracked because my point is about Tallulah's signs to Pomme.

Tallulah also mentions to Pomme, "You can wait thousand years for the right person, as long as you keep them in your memory and your heart that way, you can feel them close to you."

Now this, I feel like comes from a place of heart from Tallulah considering her situation with her papi. But, I also felt like that advice reminded me of something. (you read these signs to right to left btw)

So, I decided to go and look back into Bad's vod, "QSMP - The Eggs Might Die, Create is a Nightmare." Bad: "That's the thing Tallulah, unlike photos, you get to keep your memories forever. So you don't have to worry, you carry those with you ever and ever." (8:24:19 is the start - 8:24:32 is the end of it) He said that to Tallulah after Tallulah was upset she lost the photos she had with her papi before. She was jumping up and down happily in response. Her signs feel like she listened to her Tio's words about keeping her memories with her papi forever and carrying them around. In that same vod, Tallulah says "I don't want to lose another person close to me." So keep in mind that she still considers Bad to be close to her, so the idea of her listening to his advice does not feel far-fetched to me.

She has also listened his advice before in the past when he took care of her. She's even mentioned once during a Tallulah time that he "siempre tiene los mejores consejo." (always has the best advice)

You can argue that she said that about him months ago so she might not feel that way anymore. However, I still think she does feel this way about him. A month before, in January, during a Tallulah time, she said she was feeling depressed, maybe she can talk to her Tio Bad about it.

In a more recent vod, "QSMP - The Eggs Might Die, Create is a Nightmare." She talks to Bad about how she hasn't seen her papi in months, how she is upset she no longer has his letters or his pictures. She feels safe enough to talk to him about her issues and still trusts him for his comfort/advice to her. But, I didn't only want to bring up Bad's advice to Tallulah and Tallulah listening to it. I also just wanted to mention it was a bit ironic that she said that advice regarding memories to Pomme. An egg that has suffered memory issues before because of a brick hitting her head from the ending of purgatory. While Pomme isn't suffering memory issues anymore since she had regained them, I just thought it was a bit ironic. Second thing I wanted to mention is that while she says that to Pomme about Bad, we don't know if that's going to be the same case with Bad to Pomme. Or Bad to Dapper either. We don't know if Bad is going to come back from the dead with his memories in tact about his kids. If he'll have his memories of them while Pomme keeps him in her memories as she waits for him. And then, these are Tallulah's other signs to Pomme, "I don't think he would leave you two alone on purpose, it does not sound like him at all. I'm pretty sure he will come back :)" (The signs are meant to be read from right to left btw)

While Tallulah's right in that it doesn't sound in character for Bad to abandon his kids. Bad used to be Tallulah's main babysitter in the past. He used to take care of her and he would listen to her issues. Which again, also includes her feelings about her papi and how much she misses him. Tallulah has faith in her Tio Bad from him knowing how she has felt when her papi was gone. That he will not cause those same feelings she felt about her papi onto his kids, Pomme and Dapper. That her Tio Bad will know better then to do that. (To be clear, while Tallulah was not abandoned by her papi - he left her in Philza's care while he was gone. She's mentioned before about how she feels like that. It does not mean that it's true nor does it mean that her papi loves her any less.)

I would apologize for comparing Tallulah's situation to Pomme's situation but Tallulah has also compared it herself in this sign from her own experience. "I know what waiting looks like after all". She understands the pain that Pomme is going through. I hope this post makes sense💀

[jlepixie]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ my sweet rose, my delicate flower ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

╰ ୨ Kaeya in a relationship ୧ ╯

༶⋆˙⊹｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ ✩ ˛˚.

☆ kaeya is the type of guy to tease you 24/7. He would always make his significant 'oh?~' when you make a compliment to him or say that you like something.

☆ big pda fun, doesn't matter where you two are, he would find a way to make you flustered or to steal kisses from you. If he sees you get shy he would make the kiss even sloppier.

☆ kaeya loves kissing you, would do anything to feel your lips on his. If he goes to any missions he would kiss you like there is no tomorrow before, and when he comes back would take one/two days to spend it with only you.

☆ he is a switch, he loves being the big spoon while cuddling but would also love to be the small spoon, and same goes to intimacy. he loves when you ride him.

☆ kaeya would always wake up before you and he would just stay in bed and admire you, tracing you face and kissing your forehead and hand.

☆ he would stay without his eyepatch around you in the house, he trusts you and he loves when you kiss his eyes and would give you a comforting smile.

☆ kaeya loves when he is at the tavern, and you come and kiss his cheek and sit on his lap. he would place his hand around your waist and be so proud of having you.

☆ kaeya would pick up flowers on his journeys and put them in a notebook and bring it to you. he says flowers reminds him of you when you two are not together.

☆ if you get him a necklace/ring/earring, you would always see him wearing it, when he goes away he falls asleep with one hand on it, he always plays with it.

☆ I feel like kaeya is the type of guy to want eventually two, three kids. he would be the best dad, always spoiling them and giving the childhood he never had.

☆ he would always buy you gifs, and would take you on cute dates, eating in the city or having picnics. he wants to spend all his free time with you because he knows he sometimes gets really busy and can't be there for you so it will make it up for it.

© 2023 jlepixie.  ─  please do not copy,  repost or translate any of my works on other platforms without my permission. 

[domtheforestgnome]

Some moments in season 3 of Young Royals that stand out for me ep.3

The day went on, I came back from work, recorded and sent my audition video for singing competition so I'm ready for another rewatch of episode 3, season 3. Let's go!

My posts about previous episodes are here and here

Simon telling Linda what she needs to hear

I mean - this is another unspoken fact most of us could see in season 1 and 2- Simon protect his mom and Sara for no matter what cost. We saw it with the bill from school after he took some extra lessons, we hear it now straight up from Simon.

Satisfying.

2. Running?

That was somehow a surprise for me. Like... he runs? Princes do that?!?!?! Kidding. But I immediately compared it to August's way of handling things... So... Wille is actually trying to help himself...? Wille why don't you go talk to Boris?

3. Safety first

Simon wearing helmet while going with Rosh and ayub on scooters. Finally.

4. Simon crying

I couldn't breathe. My friends needed to remind me to breathe. The way Wille diminished the comments meaning and left Simon alone with all that was just heartbreaking.

5. School Inspectorate arrival

I mean it's about the music again. My friend was like "what is it with this music!?", and another one screamed "what? the school inspectors are here! What is it you don't understand!?". And it has such a Skam vibe. I feel like this season is the most Skamlike of them all. What do you think?

6. Wilmon kissing on the piano.

Iconic. Very classic. I'm glad we have something like this scene with a gay couple. And it's so cool that this gay couple happened to be Wilmon.

Also Simon's hand, pulling Wilhelm down with him. Ooh!

7. Poppe!

I was just happy I see him again <3 But also, it was so good to see him there for Felice. And them talk.

Also, I don't know what is it with those fathers, but I could find some of my father in Micke and Poppe this season and that really warmed my heart.

8. THOSE HANDS?!

I felt like I shouldn't look. AND NOONE WARNED ME! Like really...

Why so fvcking hot gay?

9. Valborg

The music, the fire. As my friend said: Swedes are freaking wizards.

10. This moment

The whole sequence. Bottom Wille. But this moment. It makes me feel like I'm gonna pass out bc of the amount of electricity in this scene. But this exact moment is my favourite.

11. Micke

Heart attack. this is what this series does really good. Makes you feel what the character feels. I thought I will jump out of my body.

12. Simon sharing photo from 1st May

Like, after all of this... He's there, it's already ok. Why sharing it and causing more attention... Siiimoooon.

Yikes...

I laughed hard though... It turned out so wrong xDDDD

13. The end of the episode

Well... I have already seen it in a trailer, but the way it came in the episode... What did you said about breathing? Oh, I forgot to continue one.

Tomorrow is the day. Oh, I'm so sad I can't be in Stockholm. But I believe in ancient spirits that walk on this earth and protect us all, so mine will go tomorrow to Stockholm to hug some people who saved me by creating Young Royals.

Goodnight, beautiful fandom!

[dr-futbol-blog]

Duet, Pt. 7

So, then we have a scene in which Sheppard catches up to McKay in a corridor late at night and boy, there's a lot going on here.

First of all, McKay tells Sheppard that he had been somewhere "clearing his head" between leaving the lab and this moment, seeming to have been gone for a while, and we never find out what he had been doing. Clearly, it had been something. Fine. And having apparently finished with Ronon for the day, it seems as though Sheppard had specifically been looking for McKay to have this conversation with him. Sheppard walks up to McKay with intent and purpose, he catches up to him while McKay is en route to his quarters.

There seems to be a clear echo here, up to and including both men rubbing their faces, to the infamous scene in Sanctuary (S01E14) where McKay accosts Sheppard outside of Chaya's quarters and they have this exchange:

Sheppard: Rodney. What are you doing up so late? McKay: I was just, uh… I couldn't sleep, so I was going back up to the control room to do a little research. What about you? Sheppard: Oh, no thanks. McKay: No, I mean, what were you doing up so late? Sheppard: I'm always up late, Rodney.

Very likely the two of them had already been... involved when this took place, as the dialogue just doesn't make sense in any other context than that Sheppard understood McKay's line about research as an offer of some kind, interpreting it as innuendo. In addition, it clearly shows us that they know about each other's sleeping habits by this time. Sheppard is surprised that McKay is up so late as in his experience McKay is seldom up so late, and the way he reminds McKay of the fact that he's always up late indicates that he expected this to be something McKay should have known about him already. But although I argue that they were hooking up by this time, they were not yet sleeping together in the sense of actually sharing a bed and spending the night.

This being the case, it's interesting how the scene is revisited here. Their roles are opposite in that McKay is the one going somewhere and Sheppard is the one that walks up from behind to talk to him. But then Sheppard makes the same observation as he did then, that McKay is up past his usual bedtime. Previously, it seemed as though McKay had been hanging around Chaya's quarters to be able to catch up with Sheppard and here it seems as though Sheppard had been the one hanging by McKay's quarters to catch up to him.

But this scene doesn't just parallel the one from Sanctuary, it very obviously also parallels the earlier scene in this episode where Katie Brown caught up to McKay as he was walking down a corridor. These scenes are obviously and purposefully contrasted.

With regards to this, it's interesting how often female characters are used to show us why Sheppard is "the one" for McKay (and vice versa). Like literally that is their function. It is very easy to see it as we compare these two scenes with Cadman's lines removed (and do note that the length of these scenes matches exactly):

Brown: Rodney? McKay: Katie! Hi. Brown: Is everything OK? McKay: Yes! Yes! Everything is just fine. I was just… talking on the radio. You're well, I take it? Brown: I heard you ran into some trouble off-world today. McKay: Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, but everything's fine now, it's all been sorted out. Back to normal. Brown: Good. So we're still on for tomorrow? McKay: Yes, yes. Yes, actually, I'm… very much looking forward to it. In fact, I'm sure it'll be a… you know, a wonderful… evening, and what not. Brown: Right! Well, I'll see you then.

Sheppard: You're up late. McKay: Mmm. I... couldn't sleep, I was trying to clear my head. Sheppard: I... hear the transformer test didn't go so well. McKay: Well, you heard right. Sheppard: Listen... I wanted you to know that I gave the command to take the dart down. McKay: Look, much as I'd like to pretend that this is remotely your fault, the thought of what would've happened if you hadn't shot the dart down is… Sheppard: So, we're cool? McKay: No, you're cool, I'm fine. Sheppard: You should get some sleep. McKay: She says she's tired. Sheppard: ...Good night.

In the first scene, Katie catches McKay's attention by using his name. Sheppard does not need to do this and he has a thousand other uses for McKay's name beyond catching his attention. Also, Katie and McKay greet each other, they begin and end a conversation. Sheppard and McKay do not greet each other because their conversation never ends, they never say good-bye, their conversation is only ever temporarily paused, and they pick it up when ever they see each other again. This being the case, Sheppard gets straight to the point.

Where Katie Brown asks McKay if he's OK, Sheppard does not need to ask because he already knows, he can tell that McKay is not OK just from the fact that he's still awake at this time. He can tell from the set of his shoulders, from the way that the man walks. And McKay likewise seems to understand the implication in Sheppard's words, answering the unspoken question there. And with Sheppard, he gives an honest answer. He tells the truth. With Katie, he lies. In fact, in the short exchange they have, McKay manages to lie 8 times, and all of them lies are in the service of getting away from her, whereas the two lies he tells Sheppard are to make sure that they will be able to sustain their relationship.

Both Sheppard and Katie had heard that something had gone awry for McKay. Where it's possible Katie had just overheard this, Sheppard definitely was keeping tabs on McKay. He had visited the lab and received this information from Zelenka on purpose, in order to find out how McKay was doing. However, while Sheppard has clearly checked up on McKay via other people, this isn't what he came here to talk to him about. As Sheppard mentions having heard of the failed test, this is him pussyfooting around what he really wanted to say, why he had sought McKay up at this time. It's basically small-talk as he tries to work himself up to say what he came to say. And you can see him do the lip thing here. He is nervous and vulnerable, standing here before McKay (but he does also very much check him out, even with the soldier standing in the background and another one watching him through McKay's eyes, he does check him out here). In doing this, we can see that Sheppard is really trying to mend things between them.

Katie's interest in mentioning what she had heard seems to be about her, she wants to know if he's well enough to be able to make good of his promise to have dinner with her. Sheppard, on the other hand, is interested in how McKay is. He's asking because he cares, not because there's anything in it for him. In fact, during this time, he has no personal stake whatsoever in McKay's well-being and his only motivation is unconditional love. He expects nothing in return for making sure that McKay is as well as he can be. And it's clearly not easy for Sheppard to do this. He rarely thinks that he's wrong about anything and even more seldom would actually admit that this is the case. Even when he has done something wrong, Sheppard usually tries to rationalize it. He probably has not apologized many times in his life for anything (and definitely faked it through having to apologize and show remorse for something as a child), so for him to do this now is a huge step. This, here, the fact that he apologizes (although, again, "not in so many words"), witnesses to just how much McKay means to him.

With Sheppard McKay tells him the truth, with Katie he lies. Sheppard deserves to know how things were and he had no reason to lie about it besides, whereas with Katie, he can think of no reason why she should know what had happened to him. Quite the opposite, he wished she would never find out. With her, he pretends. With Sheppard, he could not pretend if he wanted to because he knows him much too well.

Katie wants something from McKay, a confirmation that they're still on for tomorrow. Sheppard wants nothing but for McKay to know that he's sorry. And where McKay had every intention of canceling on Katie, he gives Sheppard what he seeks immediately: forgiveness. Where Katie wants something from McKay, she wants his evening to herself, Sheppard suggests that McKay get some sleep for himself. Katie cares about Katie where Sheppard genuinely cares about McKay. Sheppard gets the real McKay, Katie gets a facade.

However, McKay does also lie to Sheppard, at least by omission. Sheppard asks him whether they are cool meaning that he doesn't want there to be any ill feelings between them about this, and instead of acquiescing McKay flips it into a kind of joke. We're not cool, you're cool, he says. But at the same time, he does leave it unsaid that he thinks they are cool because they're really, really not. If they were cool, he would be heading toward a bed he shared with this man. If they were cool, he wouldn't be hurting every time he sees Sheppard. If they were cool, he could ask Sheppard to just hold him until it all went away. But they're not cool. And the latter part he says is a flat out lie. McKay hasn't been fine for a long time and as it is, right this moment, he's pretty damn far from fine. There is also an interesting connection in this to the earlier scene with Katie Brown. There, Cadman told McKay to be cool and he clearly failed spectacularly. Here, Sheppard asks if they are cool, and McKay tells him that cool isn't something he's even capable of being, he's as uncool as they come compared to Sheppard.

The way Sheppard says good night here is also interesting. He seems to want to say something else besides but, reminded that a soldier under his command is listening in on them in McKay's head, he seems to decide otherwise. He thinks better of it. These two men used to sleep together, used to share a bed and a room together, and for all we know, may still have been occasionally hooking up because why not, there aren't that many options when you are shut in with a couple hundred people in another damn galaxy and the sex had been really good, that had never even been the issue. Hooking up as they are would be playing with fire, to be sure, but we have no info on what kind of an arrangement they might have had. For sure they at least still seem to want each other. Accidents happen. Sheppard might even have been looking for an accident after what he had witnessed both at the gym and in the armoury earlier, and had sought McKay out to confirm that there definitely was still a marine under his command stuck in his brain so any quick accidents were out of the question, just checking.

Earlier, Heightmeyer (and the episode, the show) defined a couple as "a pair of forces equal in magnitude acting in opposite direction." In both scenes, we are observing a pair of forces. The only pair of forces in the episode that are equal in magnitude are Sheppard and McKay, and this remains consistent throughout the run of the show. Ronon is never equal in magnitude to Sheppard, and Katie Brown vanishes altogether eventually. But it's the "acting in opposite direction" that is goddamn telling in this regard. Because in this episode, in this episode in which we were given this definition of a couple, they have Katie Brown with McKay and Sheppard with McKay basically do the same thing, act out the same scene, only Katie Brown and McKay are heading in the same direction whereas Sheppard and McKay come together and then take off in the opposite directions.

And let's not gloss over the frustrated sigh from McKay here, at the end. Sheppard had just come to apologize to him, and he bid him good night. Nothing that took place here in the main text warrants McKay making this face, to react to Sheppard walking away (and note also how Sheppard takes his first steps while facing McKay, walking backward because he wants to look at McKay that little bit longer) with a frustrated sigh. Also, let's put a pin on the way the back of Sheppard's jacket looks here 'cause let me tell you, it looks a lot more rumpled in the morning, again.

Also note that if the beginning of this scene calls back to the incident in front of Chaya's quarters, so does the end. There too they very much took off in opposite directions, these forces of equal magnitude. Physically, what they do here is precisely the same but the emotional resonance of the scene is very different. A lot has changed between these two scenes. And yet Sheppard does have the same intensity of feeling for McKay. And in both cases, McKay does end up just as frustrated at the end as he's left alone by Sheppard.

And also, while the prior scene was clearly showing us McKay's jealousy over Sheppard's perceived interest in this alien priestess, it is Sheppard that displays jealousy in this episode, and we'll return to that by the final scene. Jealousy is a whole new feeling for Sheppard. With McKay, he keeps on learning new things about himself.

They didn't need to do them like this, and yet they did. That was the whole point of giving us the definition of a couple like that. To show us that Sheppard and McKay are a couple even though this supposed female love interest is introduced in the episode. Sheppard and McKay are forces equal in magnitude acting in opposite direction. Theirs is the "duet" of the episode: Sheppard's solo section deals with his recruitment and integration of Ronon Dex to his team (to protect McKay) and McKay evades the incursions into his life by three different kinds of women (to protect Sheppard, to keep his secret). Their stories, the distinctive narrative threads, seem to be separate and run parallel in this episode, but they are actually woven together. Now, some people might even find this scene odd because Sheppard has spent most of his day with Ronon, as though he had better things to do and he just wasn't concerned with McKay, when this is the opposite of the truth. In this scene, we are confirmed that Sheppard blames himself for what happened to McKay, and everything he did with his day was his attempt to deal with it.

Their stories have everything to do with the other because they are a couple. This is their story, all of this is their story. It's not the story of John Sheppard gunslinging and kirking his way through aliens worlds, and it's not the story of Rodney McKay safeguarding space and time with science and a magic screw driver. It's the story of war and peace at the heart of which are Pierre and Natasha. It's a love story. It is the story of two of the loneliest people on Earth finding a home in each other in another galaxy. And every time a female character is introduced we are reminded why these two characters belong together and not with anyone else. In this scene, we see that they care about each other. In this scene, we see that they are pining for each other. In this scene, we see that they want each other. And yes, the love, the love, the love.

Continued in Pt. 8

[tgmsunmontue]

Once Upon a Time in 1996... 3/7

IceMav TimeLoop. Maverick wakes up to a great day. Then it all turns to shit.

Chapter One Chapter Two

DAY THREE

                He wakes up and he rolls over, half expecting to fall directly off the sofa and he opens his eyes immediately.

                What the fuck.

                “What the fuck?”

                He’s back in his bed at Carole and Bradley’s house. His home. Except he knows he went to sleep on Ice’s sofa last night. Knows he didn’t drink a single drop of alcohol to blame the weird nightmare-dream of the previous night on and he remembers seeing the bottle of vodka which had sort of confirmed that maybe he hadn’t dreamt the previous day.

                Except.

                This type of stuff doesn’t happen. He remembers there being a film like this a couple of years ago, what was it called, god, he’s going to have to find it and remind himself what the hell happened in it.

                Oh fuck.

                Ice.

                Tom.

                He’s gay and in love with him.

                That’s a lot to take in.

                Carole is sick. Dying.

                That is also a lot to take in, but he sort of feels like he’s a day ahead of dealing with that already. He remembers waking up… yesterday? Was it still yesterday? How can he keep track of previous days if they are all yesterdays? He remembers waking up on Day Zero and thinking it was a perfect day. Now he’s got his two best friends in crisis and no way in which to fix either of them. He can’t fix either of them. Not that Ice needs fixing, but Carole needs healing, and he’s not a doctor. He’s going to have to somehow accept he can’t change anything.

                Fuck.

                All he wants to do is run away.

                Instead he goes through the morning motions, on autopilot as Bradley runs out of the house and Carole leaves for appointment. He needs… well, he doesn’t know what he needs exactly, but he needs to think. He has time. Infinite maybe. He cuts the grass, his mind ticking over the potential things he can say and do. He can’t change what is happening to them, but he can change how he responds. Thinks about where Carole is, probably receiving the news and he wonders if he should be with her. Maybe he can try that if he gets another tomorrow.

                He tips all the bottles of alcohol down the sink and throws the bottles in the trash. He can make Carole a coffee or something. Stay with her. Until he needs to go and see Ice. Should he talk to Ice? He should maybe figure the fuck out what he’s feeling himself before he faces that gauntlet again.

                He sucks in a sharp breath.

                Oh god, what is he going to say to Ice? What is Ice going to say to him? He remembers the first day, when he’d turned up later, or on time, and there hadn’t been anything, no hint, so if he doesn’t turn up early then Ice isn’t going to tell him. But he wants his best friend to feel like he can tell him. He also needs to figure out what the best way to respond is, because yesterday had not gone well. He doesn’t want Ice avoiding him. Doesn’t want to avoid Ice.

                Carole pulls into the drive and he doesn’t wait for her to just sit there, almost runs out of the house immediately and opens the car door and pulls her out into a hug.

                “Maverick? Everything okay?”

                She’s not even crying.

                What.

                The.

                Fuck.

                “Uh… I missed you?” Fuck. Has he got it all wrong? She gives him a smile though and it immediately turns watery, but it’s still a smile and she’s laughing at him being a little silly and he feels relieved suddenly, he’s doing something good. Something right.

                “I missed you too you idiot. Got some… not great news.”

                That a fucking understatement of the year.

                “Can I make you a cup of coffee?”

                “That would be nice. Thanks.”

                They sit and drink coffee, curled up on the sofa facing each other and she does break down and cry he just reaches out and holds her, lets her cry through it. Doesn’t say anything or ask anything, just tries to be there, and it seems to help, even if it is fucking hard to keep his mouth shut. He doesn’t offer to go and pick up Bradley, doesn’t even mention him, just sits with her until his stomach rumbles and it makes her laugh through her tears again. They shuffle around the kitchen together and make food, and he tries to act normally. This is all new at least, so it doesn’t feel like he’s experiencing déjà vu for the third day in a row. Carole turns on the radio and sings along and it’s such a sharp contrast to her attitude the last couple of days he wonders if she too is maybe experiencing the same thing.

                “You ever experience déjà vu?” He asks and she scrunches her face at him, the same way she always does when she thinks he’s being funny.

                “Sometimes. What made you think of that?”

                “Oh, just… feeling a little of it today. Wondered if it was just me.”

                “Pretty sure it’s not a collective thing. You’re in a weird mood today.”

                Yeah, he guesses he is.

                “I’m just going to ring Ice.”

                “What? Why?”

                “I’m going to tell him I can’t make dinner.”

                Okay, he hadn’t really decided that until he just said it out loud, so maybe he’s not ready to face that gauntlet quite yet. Fuck.

                “Maverick, don’t let me stop you from seeing him. He just got back.”

                “And another day won’t matter,” he says, not sure how he can explain he saw him yesterday, and the day before as well. And also he doesn’t know how to feel about seeing him again today. Carole makes a weird humming noise and he turns, about to ask her what she means by that.

                “Invite him here. It would be nice to see him too.”

                “Uh… yeah. Okay. Sure.”

                He has no reason to say no, he’s friends with Carole as well. He picks up the phone and dials the number Ice gave him for his base accommodation, waits for him to pick up as he trails across the room, the coiled spring of the phone following him. He doesn’t need to wait long, maybe six rings and then Ice’s clear strong voice comes through the line.

                “Tom Kazansky.”

                “Hey Ice, how are you?”

                “Maverick… Hi,” Ice says, and his voice is cautious and Pete doesn’t blame him. They’re not really friends who have ever been the type to talk on the phone. Letter writing has happened occasionally, postcards sometimes. “Why are you calling me? We’re meant to be seeing each other in a few hours…”

                “Uh yeah, about that. Just wondering if we can postpone dinner?”

                “What? Why? Tell me what’s happened.”

                “Uh, well,” he looks across the kitchen to where Carole is now washing the dishes, still singing to the music on the radio and he lowers his voice and angles his body away. “Carole’s got cancer. Bad. Don’t really want to leave her. We’re actually going to have a movie night,” he says, adlibbing his way through the lies, although now that he’s saying it he’s going to make it happen. Remembers that he wants to find out the name of that movie and then watch it. Once he finds it. But he also needs to gather information, wants to see Ice again with the knowledge he has now. He turns back toward the kitchen and Carole is now looking at him, mouthing words at him and he doesn’t need the ability to lip read to know she’s telling him to ask Ice to dinner.

                “Actually, you want to come around here for dinner and join us instead? I know it’s not what we planned but I kind of want to be here with them tonight.”

                “Yeah. Of course. What can I bring?”

                “Just yourself.”

                “I think I can manage that,” Ice says, and his voice is dry and Pete snorts, because Ice has never turned up empty handed anywhere he goes, which is something he could probably try and emulate more. They agree on six for dinner and he hangs up, turns back to Carole and wonders if he should ask her for advice. Would that just cause her more worry or distract her. Maybe she wants distracting? Fucked if he knows.

                They end up back on the sofa and she talks, clearly calmer than she has been the previous two days, talking to him about the diagnosis and lifespan estimation. Not long. Never long enough when it’s measured in months. He can only listen with half of his brain, what she’s telling him is what he’d heard the first day, but it had been through wracking sobs and tears. He still can’t figure out why today is different, needs to figure it out so he can make sure he can repeat it tomorrow if he needs to.

                “Will you let me adopt Bradley?”

                “What?”

                “Can I adopt Bradley?”

                “You want to do that?”

                “Of course. Jesus Carole, I can’t imagine loving him any more than if he were my actual kid.”

                He doesn’t know what he’s said exactly but she’s crying again, but this time there’s a tremulous smile on her face and he feels like this is also something right, something good that he can do. Then Bradley gets home, bursting through the door and Carole reaches an arm out to him, her smile wavering and Bradley can definitely tell something is wrong. He’s a smart kid.

                “How would you feel about Maverick adopting you?”

                “Uh… are you guys getting married?”

                “No!” They both answer in unison and then laugh, although it would probably be easier.

                “Um. Sure. It’s cool I guess. Why are you crying?”

                Smart kid, Pete thinks, and he wonders what Carole is going to do, going to say, when faced with Bradley asking outright like this.

                “Just sad about life this afternoon…”

                “Oh. Okay.”

                He sucks in a quiet breath, clenches his jaw, because she’s still not telling him. Okay. It’s okay. This is still better than the first day, although anything is better than that horrific day.

                “We were thinking of having a movie night. You want to come to the Blockbuster with me?” Pete asks and Bradley’s nodding, his school bag dropping to the ground and Carole tuts under her breath.

                “Come on, I need to go to the grocery store, seeing as I’m now cooking for four people…”

                “You told me to invite him!” Pete protests, knowing she’s giving him a gentle jab about Ice and him now being there for dinner. Although he prefers it over the alternative, even if he’s curious as to what the table would look like if he turned up even earlier. Another task for another tomorrow maybe. They all get in Carole’s car and she drives, humming along to the radio. She drops them off, saying she’ll be back shortly, saying she only needs a few things and they’ll likely take much longer picking a movie. She doesn’t know he has one movie in mind already and that it's Bradley that will take an age to decide on something. He walks into the Blockbuster, Bradley on his heels and he goes up to the bored looking teenager behind the counter.

                “Hi, I was wondering if you could help me.”

                “Sure.”

                “Uh. I’m looking for a movie, about this, uh, person, a man I think, who is caught reliving the same day over and over?”

                “What, like Groundhog Day?”

                “What?”

                “You mean the movie Groundhog Day?”

                “Is that it? Is that the movie I’m thinking about?”

                “I dunno man, you just described the plot though. He wakes up every morning and it’s Groundhog Day. It’s a romantic comedy. Just over there,” he says, pointing and Pete thanks him, heads over and finds it almost immediately. There’re about ten copies, clearly a popular film and he picks up the case and goes to find Bradley.

                Of course he’s looking at the new releases, a film Pete knows he’s not allowed to see clasped in his hands.

                “No.”

                “But!”

                “Bradley, that’s an R-rated film. Your mom will kill me. How about this one?” Pete suggests, because space films are always pretty cool, and a nice middle ground they’ve realized that they both generally like.

                “Fine, but I do want to see this…”

                “Sure, you can see it when you’re old enough to get it out without my help…”

                “Ugh, fine…”

                Pete puts Se7en back on the shelf and taps the Apollo 13 against the Groundhog Day case, which is definitely not his normal choice for a movie, but it feels like necessary research. He needs some type of guidance or direction and he’s pretty sure talking about it with anyone else is going to get him called crazy. He sure as hell doesn’t need that. Maybe he is?

                Huh.

                That’s actually a possibility he hadn’t considered.

                Surely if he were actually loosing it he wouldn’t be sane enough to think that he might be loosing it?

                He sighs, slides his membership card and cash across the counter and accepts the videos back, passing them to Bradley who is now busy reading the back of Groundhog Day and pulling a face.

                “This sounds boring…”

                “Well, I thought it might cheer up your mom.”

                “Okay.”

                He clearly agrees that his mom needs cheering up because he doesn’t even roll his eyes; Pete wonders if he should ask if he’s really okay if Pete adopts him, while they wait for Carole to come and pick them up. They can probably work things out without that if they have to. Of course he doesn’t have time, Carole honking the horn and waving as she drives toward them.

                They get back to the house and he helps Carole carry the few things inside, Bradley instructed to put away his things before coming to help prepare dinner. She making a pasta dish with lots of vegetables and he laughs at Bradley’s disgruntled expression, tells him he has to eat them otherwise he won’t grow tall. Of course Bradley retaliates by saying that explains why Pete is so short and he grabs him in a headlock and gives him a noogie, Carole laughing and rolling her eyes, telling them to behave and it all feels shockingly normal. Good.

                A knock at the door, it opening and Ice calling out has him jolting a little, part of him having forgotten that Ice was coming.

                “Hello! I’m here!”

                “Hi…”

                He hasn’t allowed himself time to think too deeply about what Ice told him yesterday, can’t tell that it’s even a thing right now, everything seems perfectly normal, just like usual. Ice is handing Carole a bunch of flowers and some chocolate, giving her a kiss on the cheek and smiling at her and he feels a little spark of something, unidentifiable and irritating. He ignores it and gives Ice a grin, tries his best to pretend everything is normal. Then he catches the tight little smile Carole gives Ice and he wonders if she maybe knows. Oh god. Was he completely blind? He shakes himself mentally, reminds himself his best friends are in front of him, one with a terminal cancer diagnosis and the other, apparently, maybe, in love with him.

                Perfectly normal day.

                Sure.

                They eat dinner and he’s glad for Bradley, so glad as he keeps up chatter about school, what he’s wanting to do in the weekend, asking questions of Ice about his deployment. They don’t talk about Carole’s diagnosis. Can’t with the fact that Bradley doesn’t know. Dinner ends and they wash up, used to working together. Carole makes Bradley go and shower and change into his pajamas, ignores his protests about it being too early but she stands firm and Pete realizes he’s going to have to be a parent soon. He’s going to have to be the person that tells Bradley no. God he doesn’t want to be that person.

                They move into the TV room, Bradley waving the video in one hand and insisting in setting it up. Normally he and Ice sit at opposite ends of the sofa, Bradley sprawled between them, but he swallows, instead takes the middle himself, gives Ice a shrug and just murmurs about mixing it up a bit when he asks a silent question with a single eyebrow. They watch Apollo 13, Tom Hanks making a convincing astronaut and he finds it pretty compelling knowing it’s based on a true story. Despite his attention being focused on the movie he can feel the warmth of Ice’s body near him; they’re not even touching and yet he’s so conscious of the space between them.

                He reaches out slowly, so slowly that every second feels like minutes, stretching time out like hot toffee. He brushes his fingers over the back of Ice’s hand and Ice twitches suddenly, hand jerking away and Ice is staring at him, eyes wide, face illuminated by the light coming from the TV and he turns his hand over, leaving it palm facing up in an invitation for… well. To hold hands he guesses, even if they’ve never done anything before he wants to know if this is something that he could maybe have.

                Of course, these actions without any words first probably weren’t the smartest move because Ice is looking confused, almost the same spooked expression he’d had yesterday when Pete had turned up early and he nods his head slowly but leaves his hand where it is, doesn’t want to retract the open invitation he’s made. Is still curious, even if Ice is looking at him as if he’s lost his mind.

                Everyone makes it back to Earth, the movie ends and Carole is sending Bradley to bed, ignoring his pleas to watch the second movie while offering to make coffee. Ice stands, his head already shaking a polite decline, mumbling about heading home early and Pete doesn’t groan out loud but he really wants to. He stands as well, says he’ll see Ice out while Carole ensures Bradley actually goes to bed. He follows Ice to the front door, can’t help but notice his stiff posture and he wishes he could make things… okay. Better. Good.

                Fuck.

                He doesn’t know.

                He steps in, putting himself very firmly in Ice’s personal space and reaches for his hand, squeezes it, runs a thumb across his knuckles and swallows nervously.

                “What are you doing Maverick?” Ice asks, his voice rough.

                “I don’t know…” Pete replies honestly, looking up to meet his eyes. They search his face, looking for answers he doesn’t have, then Ice is making a broken sound, a whispered god and then Ice is kissing him, his lips softer than he expects, careful almost, like he’s afraid Pete will dissolve like sugar in water. His entire body prickles, like it’s suddenly and immediately on high alert, definitely wants more and he sways into Ice’s space further but he’s stepping back, his expression serious.

                “We’ll talk tomorrow. Okay?”

                “Yeah. Okay. Tomorrow…” he agrees and god he hopes he gets a different tomorrow.

                He watches Ice drive away and then goes back and sits on the sofa, Carole joining him and he presses play, watches as Bill Murray navigates living the same day over and over and feels a sinking sense of dread.

CHAPTER FOUR

[billiuspendragon]

Mob Psycho 100 playlist

I made a playlist, and I'm gonna post the songs on here and explain why I chose each of them. I'm not including every single song because of the audio limit but I'll explain the ones with the most thought behind them. Inspired by this post !

this is TOTALLY Mob about Tsubomi when they were kids.

Teacher thinks that I sound funny But she likes the way you sing Tonight I'll dream, while I’m in bed When silly thoughts go through my head About the bugs and alphabet And when I wake tomorrow, I'll bet That you and I will walk together again

Especially with the mention of them walking to school together, which is what Mob daydreams about. Altogether his crush on her is very childlike and innocent since he's loved her since they were kids, and I think this song reflects that.

Lyrics: 10 Vibes: 10

This one is why I decided to make a Mob Psycho playlist in the first place. It just brings back all my feelings from getting to the end of the show.

Oh, I'll settle down with some old story About a boy who's just like me Thought there was love in everything and everyone You're so naive! They always reach a sorry ending They always get it in the end Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly and then

With a winning smile, the boy With naivety succeeds At the final moment, I cried I always cry at endings

Sorry that's such a long quote but it's so Mob I can't even. Reigen makes fun of him for being naiive but with his naiveté he succeeds!

I think it also works really well with Emi, since it talks about stories so much. She compares herself to Mob at once point too, which fits the "about a boy who's just like me" line.

Said the hero in the story "It is mightier than swords I could kill you, sure But I could only make you cry with these words

It's so him guys. His power is mightier than swords but it's his simple, honest words that usually win his battles.

Lyrics match: 8 Vibes match: 8

This song reminds me of Mob and Ritsu as kids.

And you know that I'm gonna be the one Who'll be there When you need someone to depend upon When tomorrow comes...

They're just,, always there for each other 🥹 they care about each other so much...

Also gonna share my favourite part:

Every star was shining brightly Just like a million years before And we were feeling very small Underneath the universe

It just gives me such a clear picture of them as small kids okay I just love their relationship so much aaaaa

Lyrics match: 7 Vibes match: 10

This is a brutal one to put right after the previous one, but it reminds me of Mob post-trauma.

There is no pain, you are receding A distant ship, smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child, I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain, you would not understand This is not how I am

I have become comfortably numb

Because he starts shutting himself away and numbing himself so his emotions don't get the better of him.

Lyrics match: 6 Vibes match: 8

This also reminds me of Mob and Ritsu, but also post-trauma.

Love, love will tear us apart, again

Mob grows distant out of a fear of hurting Ritsu, and Ritsu becomes slightly afraid of Mob. Love really did tear them apart 😭

Lyrics match: 7 Vibes match: 9

This one represents Mob when he's beginning to lose it.

I look inside myself and see my heart is black

Lyrics match: 7 Vibes match: 6

I wasn't able to include it but I also have "Where is My Mind" by The Pixies for similar reasons.

This one gives me Reigen vibes.

You know "My celibate days are over" You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed In the mirror of my steamy bathroom Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue, in a monologue

I think this song is mostly about the singer himself, but the lyrics are just so specific and evocative that it gives me the mental image of Reigen in that one outro in season one you know.

The chorus reminds me of him too:

Six months on, the winter's gone The disenchanted pony Left the town with the circus boy The circus boy got lonely It's summer and it's sister song's Been written for the lonely The circus boy is feeling melancholy

Lyrics match: 6 Vibes match: 9

THIS IS SO MOB WHEN HE LOSES IT I CAN'T EXPRESS THIS ENOUGH

I'm not the killing type, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, but I would kill to make you feel! I don't mean kill someone for real! I couldn't do that, it is wrong! but I can say it in a song, a song, and I'm saying it NOW!

Like PLEASE it's so fitting, especially for when he fights Shou's dad.

Also this verse:

I once stepped on a dying bird It was a mercy killing I couldn't sleep for a week I kept feeling its breaking bones

It's. It's so him.

Lyrics match: 10 Vibes match: 8

this whole song just reminds me of Reigen. I'm so annoyed that the little excerpt that Tumblr plays is never The Right Bit but --

...and for once in you're life, you've got nothing to say, and could this be the time, when somebody will come, to say "look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone"?

I just think it fits well as someone who's very confident on the surface but deep down feels a bit pathetic and doesn't know what he's doing.

(that's like my favourite song ever btw, it's so bouncy)

Lyrics match: 9 Vibes match: 8

This one just fits with the lower-stakes parts of the show to me.

Do something pretty while you can, don't be a fool, skating a pirouette on ice is cool

I don't know man, there's just something about it.

Lyrics match: 7 Vibes match: 10

I've skipped some songs out of this because of the audio limit but here's the full playlist if anyone wants to listen to it :D I think I explained all the important ones, the others are probably there for vibes.

Oh yeah and I added "Satellite of Love" onto the end because it reminded me of the aliens lmao... I might take it off though because "We Rule the School" feels like such a good one to finish on and idk where I would put Satellite of Love to get the flow right

[jongbross]

if requests are still open, can i request? i was thinking kyungsoo and reader are mixed martial arts fighters and they train and teach classes at the same gym. they’re just a pair of bickering coworkers as they’ve always been some of the toughest fighters at the gym. idk, take it whatever direction you’d like, i can’t see what you write! thanks!

pairing: do kyungsoo x reader word count: 611 genre: fluffy? warnings: kyungsoo is really annoying and there's a plot twist at the end. got inspired by those k-dramas where the dude "hates" the girl, you know? a/n: had a lot of fun writing this! thank you so much for requesting <3

"oh my gosh, you're such a softie."

it was always like this, every single day, 24/7 - bickering was now considered a background noise whenever you and kyungsoo were at the gym at the same time.

i mean, kyungsoo was a really great fighter and an amazing teacher, you could admit that, but he was also the most annoying person you have ever met.

"what did i do now, kyungsoo?", you asked with a sigh.

"you're really cleaning up the mess your kids left behind?", he said, a playful smirk on his face. "discipline is part of what we teach, y/n, you should let them do it themselves."

you rolled your eyes, picking up the last towel from the ground and getting up to face kyungsoo. he had his arms crossed against his chest, his black belt tied firmly around his slim waist.

"and you should worry about your students, not mine", you fake smiled at him. "should i remind you i got three kids wanting to be transferred to my class because you were an asshole with them?"

"they're softies just like you", it was his time to roll his eyes. "taehyun couldn't even learn how to kick properly."

"he's 5 years old, kyungsoo!"

"so? all of my other kids can do it."

you scoffed, even though you weren't a bit surprised by his behavior. you just passed by him, getting back to what truly mattered: cleaning up the room so the next class (kyungsoo's class) could start.

"i still don't get why you act like that with them", kyungsoo kept going though.

"cause i'm a great teacher and i respect their timing."

"wow, you're wrong two times in that sentence, that's a new record!"

"i'm not a great teacher?"

"well, you're a teacher, that's for sure", the bastard chuckled. "but you're a better fighter though..."

you hummed in response, folding your last towel and sighing one more time.

"you wanna know why?"

"honestly? no, i don't", you replied, turning around to look at him. "i have had a headache since the moment i woke up this morning and you didn't let me be for a goddamn second. can you please save this conversation for tomorrow?"

kyungsoo frowned, relaxing his arms. "headache?"

"yeah. you're gonna complain about that too?"

you sighed in relief when kyungsoo just murmured a tiny 'idiot' and finally walked away towards the back of the gym, leaving you alone to finish your tasks.

it truly didn't take long until his students started to arrive, a few of them greeting you before taking a seat on the floor, just like kyungsoo taught them to do it so they could wait for him.

the moment you finished what you were doing was the moment kyungsoo appeared for his class. you walked away to let him do his work, frowning when he said "check your locker" as you passed him by. so you went to the locker room, meeting and greeting some other teachers there.

to your surprise, you found your locker unlocked. you pulled it open to find a bottle of painkillers - the one you've always seen kyungsoo taking - and a little note, which you took it between your fingers so you could read better.

"take two of these, it should help you with your headache. go eat something too, and if it doesn't get better, i already texted minseok hyung saying i could take your other classes for the day. rest! don't make me say it twice. see you at my place tonight! - kyungsoo ♥ (:"

at that, you smiled - sincerely, this time. perhaps kyungsoo was as good of a boyfriend as he was of a teacher.

[happysweetstuff]

ENTRY - 10/30/2024

(tw: sh,ed)

I finally used the gauze bandage I bought and took some from my mom's cabinet. I struggled to remove a makeshift bandage from my wound, using water to help. After cleaning the wounds with soap and water, I wrapped them with gauze and bandages. I wore my PE uniform instead of the proper one since I don’t have a spare. I hid the extra gauze, hoping my mom wouldn’t find it. When she called me for tea, I said I’d be late and explained why I was in my PE uniform.

7:40 a.m

I arrived at school confused by my busy classmates and checked my phone. I saw my advisor's message about wearing the proper uniform, but it was too late for me. I hadn’t checked my phone last night and missed a quiz reminder from my teacher, which panicked me. When the teacher came in and asked if we were ready, I thought, "Hell no!" She said the quiz would be easy, then returned with the test papers.

After taking the quiz, I'm pretty sure all of my answers were wrong, and to make sure, I went to check my notes, and yup, half or maybe even all of my answers were wrong, yay (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) Oh, and there was also another teacher who went inside talking about something I don't remember because I didn't really listen. 

Second period started, and we had to change seats, which I dislike. Our teacher didn’t show up, so I checked my phone for any updates. She mentioned we should continue our performance task, writing a critique letter. Spoiler alert: I hadn’t started because I didn’t know how. I ended up watching TikTok instead. Then we had to change seats again for math in third period.

Our math professor came in and surprised us with a pre-test, which is basically a quiz that won’t affect our grades. I didn’t understand anything, it was all about business stuff that we hadn’t covered. I answered randomly, grateful for the multiple-choice options. We had to check our own papers, which seemed odd. I scored 11/25, which isn’t great, but at least it wasn't a zero. When the professor called out scores, I noticed he missed mine, so I told him. After he recorded my score, he left.

In fourth period, we had science, and since I was absent last week, our teacher gave us a recap on life. I took pictures to take notes later. My classmates were really annoying, asking childish and perverted questions. Just because the lesson was about life doesn’t mean it’s okay to be disrespectful to the teacher. Luckily, our teacher was laid-back and joked back, but if it were a stricter teacher, they’d be in big trouble. I just wish they’d keep those comments to themselves and talk about that stuff with friends, not in class.

Class ended, and while packing my bag, some classmates invited me to get requirements from our old school. I agreed, but we learned only one person needed to go, so I headed home instead. I ate while watching "Noli Me Tangere" on Netflix. I remembered my science teacher claimed that if someone doesn’t eat for over three days, they'll die, but I’ve fasted for four days before. To prove her wrong, I’m considering a longer fast to lose weight and might document it. I’ll keep you updated! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

I told my mom we’d wear Filipiniana outfits for a school event tomorrow, and she started getting ready. While I was watching a movie, she asked how many bracelets I made, and I initially thought she meant my scars, which surprised me when she touched my bracelets (⁠─⁠.⁠─⁠|⁠|⁠）After she went to get my outfit, I checked my phone and saw the event was canceled and moved to next week. My mom came back looking upset. The rented dress was cute, but I felt big in it after eating ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ I mentioned the cancellation, and she just said, "Okay."

My mom asked me to bake using the extra bananas we had before they rotted, so I rolled them up with Nutella in sliced bread and put them in the oven since we don’t have a microwave. I prefer the oven because it’s easier to clean. While waiting, I thought about buying tarot cards, though I don’t know much about them. I also checked out cosplays for Otakufest on January 18, 2025, which I’m excited for \⁠(⁠ϋ⁠)⁠/⁠♩ even if it’s still a while away. Once the banana Nutella rolls were done, my mom and I enjoyed them together.

At night, I went upstairs to write down my notes when my mom came in to say that only two baby hamsters were left, we started with six. Confused, I went downstairs and confirmed my mom's words. I suspected the mother hamster had eaten the other four (⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠) Using a plastic spoon, I checked to make sure they weren’t just hiding. I researched what to do and learned I should separate the mother, so I moved her to a different container. I also remembered I had taken some bandages from my mom's cabinet earlier. Thankfully, I finished my notes too.

[issdisgrace]

NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF

WARNINGS: Fluff, age regression, rudy is a cute kid

It had been a long day of meetings after meetings. With the last meeting over, I head back to the barracks, hoping Rudy was in our shared room. Walking down the long corridor, I eventually come to a stop at our door. Just before I open it, I hear giggling, well that’s stranger. Deciding to continue on, I open the door and I’m met with the sight of Rudy in his boxers and an oversized shirt sitting on the floor playing with 3 stuffed animals. I recognize the stuffed animals immediately as the ones I bought and given to him as gifts. The first one was a bear that I got him for valentines last year. The second one was a penguin I got him for our first Christmas together. Then the third one was a jaguar I bought him not even a couple of weeks ago because I saw it and the eyes reminded me of him. Now thoroughly intrigued by the sight in front of me, I make my presence known as I shut the door behind me. Before I can get a word out, Rudy jumps up from his spot on the floor and runs towards me. I’m able to brace myself before he jumps into my arms. I manage my grip on him so he doesn’t fall. He doesn’t seem to care as he smiles and says,

“Hi daddy.” His voice is so sweet and small. It warms my heart. 

“Hey bud. How are you?”

“I’m good. Just missed you lots.”

“Aww, I missed you too.”

“Really?”

“Yep, I missed you a lot.” 

“Do you want to see the picture I drew?”

“Sure bud.” I carefully set him down, to which he grabs my hand and leads me to his setup. I watch as he rummages through some papers before pulling out a drawing. He hands it to me with a smile and I can’t help but smile back as I take it. Looking over the picture, I read the messy writing that says “me and daddy” with an arrow pointing to 2 figures holding hands. 

“This is so good, baby. Did you do this all by yourself?” He nods vigorously as his smiles widens.

“You’re very talented, I must say.”

“I am?”

“Yep, you could be a professional.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I think this should be hung in museums.”

“I don’t want it in museums because then you can’t see it.”

“You’re right bud, I’ll have to put it up somewhere. I can see it every day. But I’ll do that tomorrow. I’m too tired to do it tonight.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Now what do you say I change out of these clothes and then we get some sleep?”

“Ok.”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a minute.” Walking into the bathroom, I shut the lock on the door behind me. I take a moment to collect my thoughts. Ok so I have a boyfriend regressed to the age of 6 or 7 and no answers on why or when did the regression started. I, of course, knew what age regression was. I just never thought Rudy would be the type to regress, not that I’m complaining he’s a pretty cute kid. This also fills in a lot of blanks and explains some of his quirks. But I’ll have to talk to him when he’s big again. Deciding I have thought enough about how this going to change the dynamic of the relationship. I strip down to my boxers and throw the rest of my clothes in the hamper. Exiting the bathroom, I see Rudy already snuggled up in bed with a stuffed animal in his arms. Slipping in the net to him, I pull him close into my chest and give him a kiss on the forehead.

“Goodnight Rudy.”

“Goodnight daddy.”

TIMESKIP NET DAY

The blaring of the alarm quickly woke me up. Rolling over, I turn it off. Sighing, I roll back over to face Rudy, his eyes fluttering open. 

“Good morning, Y/n.”

“Good morning Rudy. Do remember what happened last night.”

“No, not really. The new recruits were giving me a hard, and I came back here and that was really all I remember.”

“So you remember nothing while you were regressing?”

“Oh god, you weren’t supposed to know.” Rud says as he hides his face in his pillow. 

“It’s ok Rudy. I have no problem with you regressing it just a little shocking, as you hadn’t mentioned anything to me. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I-I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Rudy, I’m not mad that you didn’t tell me. I get its hard to be so open and I love you too much for this to change anything about us or our relationship.”

“I love you too.”

“I love you more Rudy.”

[axel-skz]

HELLO FELLOW STAY ! lysm ty for taking requests

can I request skz with a reader who is super good at dancing or is a quick learner but they don't know it and they decide to film a tiktok dance together and the guys are absolutely shocked at yn

OR

Skz with a super forgetful reader who fell asleep midday and forgot to tell em about it and gave the guys heart attacks ( me when i fell asleep and my dormmates were locked out for 3 hours bcz they didn't take their keys )

A/N: AAA MY FIRST REQUEST!! I’m excited. Also my anxiety cus I’m not doing this how I think you want it to be. Hope you like it anyway. Again, too depressed for the song roulette so I recommend listening to muddy water today. Cus I love it.

You were playing games on your phone with an online friend of yours. You didn’t usually play for so long but they were only available late today so you decided it was no biggie. You had a day off tomorrow anyway.

You had forgotten though that you had plans with the boys today at the studio. You don’t even know how it slipped your mind. You loved hanging out with them so much and had been looking forward to it for ages.

So it was only natural, the next day, you didn’t make it on time. You woke up very late. Calmly, you reached over for your phone with squinted eyes, filled with sleep.

You saw a few blurry notifications and blinked your eyes a few times, only to see it was all the boys reminding you of the meeting you had.

Seungmin: I swear, if I have to wait 5 more minutes, I’m plotting revenge (Oh wow, he’s probably on phase 7 of his scheming by now).

Chan: hey, ok? It’s been like 20 minutes.

Felix: you’re missing Jisung being chased by mr butt hunter 😂

Jeongin: 👀 ayo, where you at?!

Minho: why you late? I mean, I’m not complaining cus there’s so much cake in this room 🥸 but still-?

Hyunjin and changbin had variations of: are you ok? Where are you? Are you dead? DID YOU DIE?! BUT YOU DIDNT EVEN WRITE A WILL?! ARE YOU DEAD?! BLINK TWICE IF YOURE DEAD- wait…. SEND AN X IF YOU’RE DEAD!

Jisung: I swear.)3£kydk:!:&dgk28-!my butt bhfyk3£:!dg hur ts! Xtjdtix I blbame you!?

You got up with so much speed, your iron deficiency just had to demand attention.

You stood dizzy for a moment before making a wobbly move to change your clothes. You don’t know how you possibly made it to the Jyp building as fast as you did.

You guys had been meaning to go for dinner but they were waiting for you inside.

When you got inside, Chan was the first to spot you. Felix was being used as a human shield by changbin. Hiding from Minho. Han laughed but then minho turned to him and made his way to him with a smug grin. Hyunjin was Han’s shield. He was shreaking. All while jeongin looked very concerned at seungmin who was mumbling furiously while writing in his notebook.

What a bunch of people you call family :)

Okokokkok I know I suck. I’m sorry. But I hope you smiled atleast a little when you read that.

I’m sorry to who requested it for taking so long and especially if it wasn’t anything as good as you wanted.

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

My Top 12 TGaMM S2 songs (in no particular order)

Kinda like in Centaurworld, I found more songs in S1 than S2 that I liked but that's not to say that the songs weren't enjoyable. It's just a shame I won't be able to make a S3 list T_T

Anyways, here's my Top 12 TGaMM S2 songs in no particular order:

12. Frightful No More [A Doll to Die For]

It's great to hear Lord Hater again and a song that's an homage to "Everything's Coming Up Roses" (Gypsy) and "The Rain in Spain" (My Fair Lady)...at least that's what it make me think of.

11. It's Just Your Masterpiece in You [Faint of Art]

This episode was a pretty nice message on art block and a fear of failure that a lot of artists face, especially when they haven't done anything in years. I tend to procrastinate by snacking, which of course I can't draw with food fingers (even when using a napkin) so I gotta wait till it goes away, oh whoops, now the days ended, oh well, tomorrow...

10.Thai Culture Cram [100% Molly McGee]

A fun song showing the lengths that Molly is willing to go to learn half of her culture. Granted she didn't realize that this stuff takes time but she's on the right path.

9.Me & My Dad [Like Father, Like Libby]

Kid's who have an absentee parent def felt what Libby is singing about in this one. It just sucks when someone who should be important in your life, doesn't take it as serious as you'd wish they would.

8. Hit Restart [Perfect Day]

Gotta love how relaxed the singer is while describing the continuiously hectic attempts Molly and Scratch make at having a perfect first day of the year.

7. Identity Crisis [Davenport's in Demise]

It's a shame we didn't get more from Andrea this season, especially after this ep. I know we would've gotten her and Alina in S3 but still, I would've liked to see how her and Molly are friends

6. Maybe Next Time [The End] (Spoilers)

Scratch's backstory was a gut-punch, especially for those of us that feel like we're wasting our lives away. It does kinda remind me of a more sad version of "I Remember It Well" (Gigi)

5. Enjoy Your Afterlife [The New (Para)Normal]

A fun song with the Ghost Council about life after the Chairman's defeat that kinda reminds me of "Go Back to City Hall" in S1

4. You Got to Be Low-Key [The (After)Life of the Party]

Jinx is such a little shit in this song. Not to mention this was the ep that confirmed that Geoff and Jeff are married

3. Back to Misery [Jinx vs the Human World]

Gotta love a villain song. Just a shame we didn't get more.

2. Trying to Find [All in the Mind]

Love the abstract visuals of going through someone's mind and the soft vocals and instrumentals.

Honorable Mention 1: You've Been Jinxed [Jinx!]

Honorable Mention 2: Feeling Like MY Old Self Again/Small Town America [Kenny's Falling Star]

Honorable Mention 3: Happy Happy Death Day [The Many Lives of Scratch]

1.This House is Haunted [Frightmares on Main Street]

Love this homage to "Thriller" but it's also to see ghosts being able to let loose. A great Halloween special

As stated before, it's a shame that we won't get anymore eps but at least what we've gotten were great. Idk if I should do an overall list

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 7: Reviews With A Slight Burn

Yuki: I’ve made a clean copy.

Hatou: Thank you. You’re a big help. You can go for today.

Yuki: Thank you for todaaay.

Coro: Woof, woof!

Yuki: You just went for a walk, didn’t you?

Hatou: Coro, Rurikawa-kun’s done for the day, so he can’t play with you anymore. He’ll be here again tomorrow.

Hatou: Ah, that reminds me… I’ve been approached to design costumes for a certain play, but I don’t have the manpower for it…

Hatou: I know you’ve got some experience with creating stage costumes, so could I ask for your help?

Hatou: I can’t disclose any details yet, but have you heard of Kataoka Aiko-san? She has created outfits for Hollywood movies, amongst others–

Yuki: – I’ve heard of her.

Hatou: Figured so. Everyone who works in costume design knows about her.

Hatou: Kataoka-san will also be involved in this, so how about it?

Yuki: I do want to participate… But I’m pretty busy with my theater troupe.

Hatou: Right. It’s an important period for you guys.

Hatou: Well, there’s probably going to be more opportunities like this, so I’ll keep you informed. Good work today.

Yuki: …

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Passerby A: Yua Troupe’s performance was so fun and refreshing~!

Passerby B: Honestly, I thought they were just goofing about making a theater company, but they invited some serious names into the production team, it was such a pleasant surprise!

Passerby A: The content was stable and befitting of Yua Troupe, and they had a full house of people who were already fans, they’re really strong.

Passerby B: Gotta write a review on En.com!

Yuki: (Oh, En.com… I’ll need to check it out if I want to do research on other troupes.)

Yuki: …

Yuki: (That Yua Troupe they mentioned is chosen as a featured troupe. They also ranked high in the pre-voting…)

Review: “The costumes were so cool! They didn’t really feel like stage costumes, but Yua Troupe’s got a great sense of style.”

Yuki: …

Yuki: (There’s also reviews of MANKAI Company… I���m a little hesitant to check those out, but, I guess I should have a look…)

Review: “The Spring Troupe’s performance was the best! I wasn’t expecting them to do a sequel, but I was moved to tears, seeing how much they’ve grown!”

Review: “I can’t wait for the Summer Troupe~ If they continue this way, they’ll also do a sequel to their debut performance, right?”

Yuki: (It’s mostly good comments…)

Review: “The costumes are as solid as ever. But maybe because Yuki Rurikawa’s artistry has been established, they sorta lack some element of surprise or change?”

Review: “It might be more noticeable because I watched it after Yua Troupe. But I guess it’s inevitable when all costumes have the same designer~”

Yuki: ——

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Troupe member: Thank you for your hard work today, Ikaruga-kun. There are only a few performances left, we’ll be counting on you then too.

Misumi: Okaaay! Thanks for your hard work~

Misumi: (Standing on a stage with a troupe other than MANKAI Company was a little strange at first, but it got really fun after I got used to it~)

Misumi: (There are all kinds of actors, and the scripts and direction are all completely different, it’s really interesting~)

Syu: … Good work.

Misumi: Oh~? Why are you here~?

Syu: Sorry. I don’t have your contact info, so I was waiting for you here.

Misumi: You came to see the play?

Syu: Yeah. Someone I know happened to be playing here, so I came to watch. Didn’t think you’d be here too.

Syu: Figured it’d be a good chance to have a drink with you.

Misumi: Okay~ Let’s exchange LIME info later~

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Syu: Have ya been guest starring in all sorts of plays lately? You didn’t strike me as the type.

Misumi: People like Director-san and Tenma kept recommending it to me. It was fun when I tried it out!

Syu: That so. Well, with acting skills as good as yours, you’re bound to be in high demand.

Misumi: Also, if I gain experience by acting on various stages, I can grow~!

Misumi: I have to do more than my best for the Fleur Award.

Syu: Woah, you put lots of thought into this.

Syu: Was it Hakkaku-san that taught you how to act?

Misumi: Nuh-uh. He showed me footage of the old MANKAI Company’s performances~

Syu: I see. Well, knowing Hakkaku-san, he probably wasn’t the type of guy to hold his grandson’s hand the whole way.

Misumi: How did it feel standing on stage and acting out Grandpa’s scripts?

Syu: Let’s see… Well, in simple terms, it was exciting.

Syu: I loved Hakkaku-san’s scripts, and I was happy to be the first to read them before the world saw them.

Syu: Hakkaku-san’s scripts weren’t just interesting, they were also kind on the actors.

Syu: They made sure every single role shone on stage.

Syu: I felt like he trusted in my skills as an actor, and that fired me up.

Misumi: I see~ I wish I could’ve had a role in Grandpa’s plays before he passed away~

Syu: Did you start acting when you joined the company?

Misumi: Yup.

Syu: I see how it is…

Syu: Your acting is brilliant, but it lacks depth. That’s something you oughta pay attention to in the future.

Misumi: Depth…?

Syu: Can’t do anything about your life experience, but on stage you should be able to experience the lives of many different roles.

Syu: The more you act, the more depth your acting will have.

Syu: In that sense, guest starring in even more plays is a good idea.

Syu: You’ve probably got your hands full with the Fleur Award right now, but you can always contact me if you’re interested. If it’s you, I’ll give you a grand welcome.

Misumi: Okay, got it~

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