#she wants to teach me how to drive🥺

[scarletwinterxx]

his day - mark lee dad imagine

hellooo. here's the mark dad father's day scenario🥺 i thought about writing one before father's day but i didn't have the time then some of you requested it so i wrote it during my free time. It took a while since I was busy but it's here. I hope you like it🤍

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

part10: fool for you

part11: your day

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Having a new born baby is a new challenge every time. It doesn't really matter if you already went through this twice. The fact that you have 2 older kids to get ready for school and a new born that wakes up every hour makes it 10 times more difficult.

But of course things are made better when you have your husband with you. The two of you already have the routine down to the T, usually you take the night shift since you have to feed baby Minsu while Mark takes the morning shift to get the kids ready and drive them to school.

Mark took some time off work to be with his family. He knew it would be difficult to leave you at home with the kids, and even though his parents offered to help he politely declined them with the assurance that he can handle it.

And he did. The kids are out the door and on their way to school just in time then Minsu to wake up to feed again, usually you'd do that before going downstairs to eat breakfast and get ready for the day.

The two older kids also adjusted pretty well with the birth of their new sibling, Minjee was so excited to meet him and was fascinated to see the little human. Minjung was also so happy to meet his little brother, promising to teach him everything when he gets older.

Watching your three kids together washes all of the tiredness away. The fear and anxiety you felt when delivering your youngest all goes at the back of your mind once you see Minjung hold little Minsu in his arms. Your first baby holding your youngest.

Minjee of course couldn't wait for her turn to hold the baby, you were more worried about her adjusting but she welcomed her younger sibling just as easy. She even promised she would share her cakepops with her baby brother.

All the long nights, sleepless weeks to months and the anxiety if you're doing the right thing everyday is worth it. For them, you'd do it over and over again without a doubt.

It's not always happy days of course. Some nights are more rough than others, recently Minsu hasn't been sleeping. Doctor said he might have colic, they did say it'll go away eventually and there's really not much you can do so you try to comfort him best way you can.

Mark has that mastered. Once Minsu fusses, he's already on his feet shushing his little boy back to sleep. Singing him the softest most random lullabies. Sometimes you find him just walking around the house with Minsu in his arms, telling him the most random stories

That is exactly how you found the two of them in the living room, you don't know how long Mark has been walking in circles in your living room. You can hear him telling Minsu about the many times he and Haechan got in an agreement. Laughing quietly when you hear the familiar story of that time Haechan ran over the mailbox while driving Mark's car.

Your laugh made Mark look up from the baby in his arms and over to you, a similar fond look on his face

"What a peculiar story to tell a baby"

"It puts him to sleep" Mark tells you

"I bet, imagine your dad rambling to you for hours" you joke, watching him walk in circles around the living room

"Why don't I take him, I already showered and ate breakfast"

"Its fine, love"

"Mark honey, I love you really but right now you need a shower. You're covered in baby vomit" you point at the huge stain on his shirt, you stand up from your seat to get Minsu from him

"I got this, you go get ready" you kiss him on the cheek, playfully pushing him towards the stairs

You take this time to get the surprise ready. It's father's day today and even though you agreed not to do anything grand since you just gave birth a month ago, you still wanted to do something for him.

When you're sure Minsu is asleep. You put him down on the baby rocker you have in the living room while you get the cake and flowers you secretly ordered.

It's still quiet in your bedroom upstairs so you assume Mark is still in the shower. You get your present for Mark and set it on the table also then you wait.

After a few minutes, you hear the footsteps down the stairs then Mark emerges with a towel in hand. "Hey can you dry wait woah what's this" he asks, a big smile forming on his face

"Happy Father's Day, my love"

"This is woah when did you do this, are these for me?" He takes the flowers to take a closer look

"Yep, I saw somewhere say men only receive flowers on their funeral and that made me so sad then i thought i never gave you flowers then i got sadder so i got you some"

He smiles at you, putting the flowers down so he could give you a big hug

"You're so cute, it's okay though. You gave me everything and more than I could ever ask for, just look at that" he juts his chin over Minsu who's still sleeping "How can I ever ask for more when I have all"

"You're cheesy"

"You love me"

"That I do. This life we have, I hope this isn't the only one. If there's a life after this, let's meet again okay?"

He looks right at you, listening to your words like he's hearing your wedding vows again. Then he leans down to capture your lips in his, like every kiss with you is the first.

"I'll love you in this one, and in all the other lives I'll live. I'm so so happy, there's really nothing else in this world I'd want more"

You kiss him again, smiling against his lips and hugging him tighter. The two of you only broke apart when you hear your baby cry

"Oh that's the hungry cry, you got it?" Mark says as he picks up Minsu and pass him over to you.

"Minjung gave me a little spiderman lego thing, I'll show it to you I forgot. Then he hugged me and said thank you for being a cool dad even though I don't know how to cook"

You let out a chuckle, imagining your boy saying it to his dad. "That's why I'm teaching him so one day his own kid can say he's a great cook" you joke

"Hey!"

"What about Jee?"

"She made me a card, I swear she used all the glitter she had. I love it, I really do. I also think I would never get rid of the glitter in my office so we might need to move"

While he's talking, you can see the fond look on his face as he talks about his children. You know how much Mark loves you, there isn't a day in your entire relationship that he forgot to tell you that.

But you know deep in you there's no one on this Earth he loves more than his kids, he'd do anything and everything for them.

And you love him so much for that.

[11queensupreme11]

If Dory is the youngest Posy kid, who's the eldest? Ariel?

it's this guy!

axiandros, the dude percy subtly named after anthonius lol!

also, i finally made up a personality for him too hehe so i'm gonna ramble about him for a bit

axiandros is the first born posy kid and he was actually pretty decent when he was younger!!! percy raised him to be kind and human, and he was!!!!

....until he got older and poseidon sunk his claws in him 💀

unfortunately, displeasing his father has more severe consequences than displeasing his mother. pissing poseidon off would lead to all kinds of verbal, physical, and psychological abuse whereas with percy he would more or less get a stern lecture about right or wrong. the latter's a lot easier to cope with 💀

he's the eldest too so he was the first kid to experience first-hand what it means to disappoint his father. not only that, but he's poseidon's FIRST EVER SON. poseidon absolutely refuses to except ANY flaws from his own first-born. he must be perfect, or he'll get rid of him.

so out of fear, when he was still young, he started to obey to his father more. he became less kinder, less sweeter, less like a "normal kid" and more like a god. he worked his ass off to make zero mistakes in everything he did. he tossed aside all of percy's teachings and values because being like that only led to more abuse. but soon enough, being "perfect" became less of a way for him to survive and more natural as he gradually started to absorb more and more of poseidon's ways until it actually became who he was. and thus, a yandere was born 😔💔

HE ALSO HAS BEEF WITH EUDORIOS LMAO

as i mentioned before, eudorios basically has the percy's 🥺uwu🥺 he's ditzy, lovable, charming, a giant himbo, he's basically PERCY but 1000000x more unhinged

but nobody knows that eudorios is actually unhinged. to the other gods, he's just a sweetiepie, a percy 2.0 with poseidon's face. he's the "angel" of the posy kids just like his mommy

and axiandros. fucking. HATES it 😭😭😭😭 eudorios is imperfect. he's flawed. he makes mistakes. he's stupid. ridiculous. rarely takes anything seriously. he likes humans (eudorios actually sees them more as cute and dumb creatures but they don't know that 😭)

(eudorios is just like their mother but axiandros refuses to call her "imperfect" tho lol)

and worse off, percy ADORES him 😂😂😂 he can't stand it. he's forced to watch his beloved mother dote on his failure of a little brother despite him already being grown. she smothers him with love and spends so much time with him, and axiandros is JEALOUS.

poor dude longs for the old days where percy used to dote and baby him, but that was back when he was still innocent and sweet. he's become a monster now, and percy sees how different he is, how cruel he's become and it breaks her heart 😭💔 she never says it out loud though, she still treats him well. but she doesn't BABY him anymore. doesn't shower him with love and affection anymore, but not because she doesn't love him, but because she believes he doesn't want that 😭 he's poseidon jr now, nobody would ever think he wants to be coddled and treated like a baby 💀💀💀

but anyway, the dory and axiandros beef is so fucking funny and also really sad. because axiandros did everything he could to earn his father's approval, but he's lost his mother's affections. he doesn't get it and it drives him crazy. he's "perfect", so why doesn't mother love him as much as she loves eudorios???

"does mother hate me? why does she love eudorios so much? why didn't she protect me as fiercely as she protects him?"

[lochlogie]

There are parallels I'm sure of it. I'm putting red string on my conspiracy wall. With Saxon shoving beers in Lochlan's hands culminating in Lochlan snatching up the drink bucket Saxon had intended to give to Chelsea... and with Saxon making multiple protein shakes for Lochlan and forcing him to drink them culminating in Lochlan making a protein shake for himself and well... yeah.

What could it mean? Could it mean that Saxon's idea of mentorship is handing someone the keys to a car but not teaching them how to drive? He wants Lochlan to drink protein shakes and alcohol. But then he loses interest once he introduces Lochlan to them. His job is done. Which he can't really be blamed for, like with Piper not wanting her pathetic wet dog brother to live with her at a monastery for a year. But Lochlan, who has been conditioned like a lab mouse on cocaine, doesn't want whatever connection he has with Saxon to end. He must on some level enjoy the attention, the way Saxon will just decide to do things with him, for him, to him.

Like Saxon encouraged Lochlan to drink on the yacht, and he's already slamming back shots before they get to the party. But Saxon doesn't buy him a drink when they're at the party 😟 what the hell Saxon? Good thing Chelsea didn't want the drink Saxon bought for her, Lochlan will take it 😅

Saxon more than encouraged Lochlan to drink protein shakes (are they shakes or smoothies?) but then he once again loses interest, though it could be called many different things. Is he punishing Lochlan? Does he feel guilty? Is he just trying to create space between them? He even says "I can't make you a man," which is like, okay, then why did you claim you could and would? Fucking loser.

It is more wholesome than getting your underage brother to binge drink, that's true. Making shakes for him, trying to get him invested in health and fitness and gym bro life, its not unhinged or anything (his forcefulness sure is though). But Lochlan clearly sees the ritual of Saxon making him the shakes to be more important than the "lesson" Saxon is trying to teach him. For all he hates those damn shakes, Saxon making them for him is what Lochlan cares about. It makes it all worth it. He didn't appreciate the shakes when Saxon would still make them for him even though he asked him not to. Once Saxon stops, he's like "I'll have a shake if you make me one 🥺"

Peak dysfunctional relationship lmao ☠

But I think it all ties into sex too. Saxon talks about sex constantly, and constantly espouses his redpill philosophy and expects Lochlan to, if not follow it, then at least listen raptly with awe in his eyes because Saxon is so fucking cool and wise you guys. But again, it's not the lessons that Saxon "teaches," it's the quality time and the fact that Saxon is making time in the first place. That's what Lochlan cares about.

I think it's a real possibility that Lochlan either wanted Saxon to stay when Chloe took him to her sex dungeon, or he was secretly relieved that Saxon didn't feel like leaving. I think he wanted Saxon there, maybe because he wants him, but also maybe because Saxon just makes him feel special, seen, valid, safe.

Victoria and Timothy never talk about Lochlan, they barely talk to him and only ever to criticize him for most of the show. Piper is so aloof she only talks to Lochlan when he approaches her and expresses an interest in her values, or when she needs something from him. Saxon is incredibly aggressive with his "I need to shape Loch into the man I want him to be" thing, whereas Piper is totally passive.

And the fact that this is the glue holding it together? Lochlan gets his self worth from this peaked in high school sex pest? Just because he notices Lochlan and puts in the effort to try to dictate what kind of person he should be? Lochlan get off your knees now I know toxic guys are hot but that's your brother who is almost 30 you should be playing Minecraft he should be at the club getting mace sprayed in his eyes. You are not the same!

Anyway, if Saxon has been investing so much sexual interest in Lochlan, touching himself sexually, talking about sex, pressuring Lochlan to have sex, and to change parts of his personality in the pursuit of getting sex, being handsy with Lochlan and making a billion inappropriate comments, literally coaching him (one might call it pimping him out) and helping orchestrate a deflowering event... like chill the fuck out Saxon.

But it's like the protein shakes, and to a lesser extent the alcohol. For Saxon to hit the gas so hard and then to suddenly brake? Lochlan feels that gulf opening up between them every time and it scares the shit out of him, because if Saxon's not doting on him then Lochlan must've done something wrong, and he needs to fix it or he'll have no one, because his parents don't care about him and Piper is leaving him.

So I think it is a possibility that in that moment, with Saxon lying there (how conscious, we'll never know; how involved before Lochlan took over, we'll never know), Lochlan felt a similar impulse to what Saxon would later verbalize. "No one is going to make you a man, okay you have to do it yourself."

Sure he was fucking Chloe, but if Saxon wasn't going to fuck him like Lochlan was probably certain that's where this was leading lol, then he should take matters into his own hands. He wants that bizarre connection between them. He thrives off of Saxon's deranged advice, even if he disagrees with it. He craves Saxon's attention and mentorship, because it means Saxon cares about him. And if Saxon only cares about him as a little marionette he can play with, Lochlan's fine with that.

But for Saxon to be so invested in Lochlan's sex life, to maybe showing Lochlan how it's done (the flashbacks are ambiguous to be fair), I think it's possible that Lochlan saw Saxon checked out, probably sated from whatever he did with Chloe, maybe still jerking off, we don't know. But I think Lochlan saw him there and didn't want this to end. Because after he fucked Chloe and they went back to the hotel... Saxon would be done teaching him. This all would be over. Would Saxon move onto something else like maybe focusing on the gym? Lochlan would have no way of knowing. And if he's rolling like crazy and drank 30 gallons of alcohol... I can kind of see how he'd think this way in the moment.

And it's almost like yeah preying on a confused, underdeveloped, naïve, lonely, depressed, probably autistic, definitely closeted goober like Lochlan is probably going to have him obsessively cherishing every bizarre ritual you include him in, even if it's not healthy for him, even if it's borderline or outright abusive. He simply does not respect himself enough to question where the affection is coming from or if it's ultimately good for him 😭

[darlingsfandom]

I have a request for you for cillian x younger girlfriend reader based on his ‘a quiet place 2’ interview where he mentions he finds it a bit annoying hearing people with their text clicking sound on. Like imagine his girl purposely has that feature on just to playfully annoying him and be bratty so he gives her a spanking & chokes her to put her in her place 🤭

Please & thanks lovely 💕

thank you for the request 🥺

I will say that I agree with him though, that sound is annoying! I never have mine anymore so I get where he's coming from but I love the idea of being a brat for him!

"Shut it off!"

Gif credit : @nofckingfighting !

Warnings: choking, fingering, swearing, semi-public sex, slightly mean Dom Cillian! Spankings

It wasn't unusual that you went with Cillian on his interviews. It was like a second nature to you. You were sitting next to him while he was getting his hair done on your phone texting one of you best friends about how you got to meet Emily Blunt and how sweet she really is and yet all Cillian could hear was the sounds of you texting away with the little clicks and it was driving him up the wall.

Once his hairdresser left Cillian reached over and grabbed your phone.

"Hey!" You whined while reaching back for it. Cillian gave you the look and you knew you were pushing his buttons so you figured why not? He held your phone in his hand while you tried to fight for it back.

"Give it back !" You pouted your bottom lip and Cillian rolled his eyes.

"Turn dat damn noise off yeah! It's annoying! You know I don't like dat noise." He handed you back your phone and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

It was time for his interview and you walked with him hand and hand until he has to go sit in his chair. He gave you a loving kiss on the lips before letting you wander around behind the camera. The interview went on as normal until Cillian heard the noise he couldn't stand: the clicking! His eyes darted in your direction as you stood there, legs crossed and head down texting away once again. His interviewer asked him what's wrong and he started a whole dialogue about how people need to shut the clicking noise off when texting which made you giggle because you knew it wasn't about you, but it was still about you. It's not your fault he hates the noise but you wanted to have fun.

After his interview Cillian walked up to you, grabbed your hand and took you back into the dressing room.

"What da fuck was dat?" He threw his hands in the air while you stood there with the biggest smirk on your face holding your phone, that was until he grabbed it and tossed it towards the vanity.

"Hey! That's my phone! If you break it you're getting me a new one." You crossed your arms over your chest and stomped your foot which made Cillian glare. He pulled you by your arm until he was bending you over the arm of the loveseat in the room and gave no warning before his hand struck your ass which made you jump.

"Daddy!" You cried out as the sting burned over you ass cheek.

"Don't ya daddy me! You're being a brat." He gave you another hard spanking that made you grip the loveseat harder. "Tink ya funny are ya? Ya know I can't stand dat noise and yet ya did it anyway?" His hand found its way into your hair and yanked you backwards making you stumble onto your feet. Cillian wrapped his hand around your throat making you look at yourself in the mirror as he huffed into your ear.

"Been a fuckin brat for bout a week now! I buy ya what ya want, take ya wherever ya want and yet no tank yas, no please daddy! Nothin but a spoiled brat! Gonna teach ya a lesson pretty girl!" Cillian bit down on your ear lobe which made you gasp a little since his hand was still around your throat. His other hand slid up under your dress to tease you before bending you over the vanity and spreading your legs with his knee so he could use his free to pull down your panties.

"Only dumb little sluts get worked up like this when being man handled." His words struck you right between your legs as his finger tips traced over your folds before slipping them inside of you with ease. His chuckle was dark and when you met his eyes in the mirror they were dark and full of lust.

"Please!" You choked out with tears in your eyes as Cillians fingers worked you over.

"Dat the best ya got ya little brat?" Cillian pulled his fingers out before shoving them into your mouth making you suck on them. He pulled them out watching the string of spit follow down before he slid his fingers back inside of you.

"Please daddy! I'm sorry ! Please make me cum!" You whined loudly looking at him through the mirror.

"Dats more like it!" He pressed his cock against you making you feel how hard he was but right now it was about you. His fingers moved in and out of you quickly making your knees buckle until you felt a sudden sting as Cillian slapped your pussy. It wasn't just one or two , it was five hard slaps to your clit that made you cry out his name. Cillian smirked at you while you gripped the edge of the vanity , he knew you were close by the look on your face.

"Now be a good girl fer me and cum! Be a dumb little girl and cum fer me!" He groaned into your ear while rubbing hard circles over on your clit. It was only seconds later that you felt your knees buckling, thighs shaking and body on edge as you came on his fingers.

"DADDY!" Your voice broke as Cillian edged you through your climax. He watched in awe as you came on his fingers.

"See I knew ya could be a good girl." He kissed the side of your head gently while pulling out his fingers and letting go of your neck. "Now get yerself together, I'm not even close to bein done wit ya yet ."

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien’s 2024 Birthday Story - First Snow Wish Translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a story that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Lucien’s 2024 CN Birthday Event (Golden Love Ratio)✧ Birthday Story (You’re here!) | Birthday Prologue + Birthday Date | ASMR | Birthday Party

Of course, he would have his parents live there too, reserving the biggest and most beautiful research room for them.

That way, Mom and Dad wouldn't have to go to the laboratory anymore.

When that time came, he would invent a machine that could make things easier for his parents, so they wouldn't have to be so busy and could spend more time with him.

Translation under the cut!

This year’s theme is “childhood dreams,” so the pre-evolve CG depicts the dreams the boys had as children about what they would be like as adults. Along with the usual birthday R&S-style story, there’s also a chibi event story.

The R&S-style story focuses on his birthday as a child (possibly his 5th birthday, since his 6th is already covered in his 3rd birthday R&S). Meanwhile, the chibi event explores the dream he has. As for translating the chibi events... let’s see if I will have time🤧

[Birthday Story - First Snow Wish]

Loveland City has reached late autumn, but the first snow has yet to arrive.

A little boy sat at his desk, leafing through a thick science magazine and occasionally glancing out at the cold weather outside. At this hour, Mom and Dad should be coming home soon.

As if confirming his intuition, he soon heard the sound of the door lock turning downstairs. The boy's eyes lit up instantly as he dashed out of his room, quickly bouncing down the stairs, where he saw his mom and dad at the entrance, taking off their coats. His dad was holding a box of videotapes, while his mom carried a cake box.

"Happy birthday, my precious! Your dad and I brought a movie on videotape. We think you'll really like it! Want to watch it together?" Mom said, smiling as she hung up her coat and took the boy's hand.

"And besides the cake—" Dad winked mysteriously, "I'm going to show off my skills today and cook a feast for you and your mom."

[T/N: His Mom called him 宝贝 (bǎobèi) 🥺 It's not a loanword from the English "baby," but rather a Chinese term of endearment that literally means "treasure" or "precious one." I translate this word as “my precious” to attempt to capture this nuance.]

In the living room, the television hummed softly. Mom carefully adjusted the VCR, making sure the picture was clear. Dad carried the boy to the sofa and meticulously covered him with a blanket.

The videotape started to play, and a snow-covered castle appeared on the screen. The boy sat between his parents, his small hands holding a steaming plate of dumplings, completely absorbed in the story unfolding on the screen.

[Notes from Lux: The dumplings!!!🤧 reminds me of his first CNY SSR when he asked MC to teach him how to make dumplings 🥺]

The inventor in the movie was creating all sorts of wonderful machines in his castle: flying bicycles, talking teapots, and even a machine that could make rainbows. The boy's eyes widened greatly as he watched these bizarre arrays of fantastical inventions.

"Mom and Dad, will your lab be able to make such magical things in the future?”

Dad laughed cheerfully. "The magic of science is that it can make seemingly impossible things possible. Just like the inventor in the movie, we are also pursuing new discoveries."

"But what's even more magical," he added, "is that... son, whatever you like, Mom and Dad will work hard to make it a reality."

The boy raised his eyebrow a bit skeptically, but he didn’t rush to voice the question in his mind. However, his expression was keenly noticed by his mom, and he felt the gentle touch of her hand on his hair.

"My precious, whether it's science or life, the driving force behind everything is the simplest ‘love’."

Before they knew it, snow began to fall over the small town in the movie, as the film was drawing to a close. The boy contentedly looked at his parents, but then from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the fresh snowflakes drifting down outside the window. It was the first snow of the year.

"Let's go out and take a look, we can even build a snowman~" Before the boy could even speak, his mom had already read his mind and gave his dad a meaningful glance.

So Dad immediately got up and found scarves and gloves for the three of them. First, he carefully helped the boy put on his hat and tied his scarf, then he wrapped Mom in her favorite warm-colored scarf. Once the three of them were all bundled up, they excitedly headed out the door.

A thin, delicate layer of white snow had already accumulated in the courtyard, glimmering faintly under the streetlight. The boy couldn’t wait to dash into the yard. He reached out his small hands to catch the falling snowflakes, watching them quietly melt in his palms, and let out a laugh of delighted surprise.

Dad squatted down and started building a small snowman. “Come, let’s give it a big belly together.” The boy and his mom joined in, working together seamlessly: the father took charge of building the main body, the mother shaped and refined it, while the boy was responsible for “dressing up” the snowman.

"We should use these for its eyes!" The boy picked up two small pebbles and solemnly pressed them onto the snowman's face.

"What about the nose?" Mom asked.

"How about a carrot? Just like in the movie."

Dad immediately ran home to get a carrot and also brought out one of his old hats. It seems that as long as it’s something the boy imagines, they��ll do their best to make it come true in real life.

"Hmm... it also needs a lab coat, so it looks like the inventor in the movie." The boy examined the snowman quite seriously, just as he saw his mother, unable to hold back a smile, take off her own scarf and attentively wrap it around the snowman's neck.

As the curtain of night began to descend, snowflakes continued to drift down quietly. The snowman stood alone in the snow, wearing Dad's hat and wrapped in Mom's scarf. The boy thought of the grand castle from the movie and the inventor's lone and busy figure in the laboratory.

A tiny hope suddenly welled up from the bottom of his heart. How wonderful it would be if he could live in a place like that when he grew up, surrounded by fantastic inventions, with snow always visible outside the window. Of course, he would have his parents live there too, reserving the biggest and most beautiful research room for them. That way, Mom and Dad wouldn't have to go to the laboratory anymore.

The boy pondered, his eyes gradually lighting up. When that time came, he would invent a machine that could make things easier for his parents, so they wouldn't have to be so busy and could spend more time with him.

However, if he became a scientist like his parents, he could not only explore more of the unknown in the world, but also become as capable as them and help them solve difficult problems at work.

[Notes from Lux: In other words, becoming an inventor was his ‘selfish’ dream, stemming from his desire to spend more time with his parents. However, he also always wants to follow in his parents' footsteps and be a scientist, that way, he can also help them 🤧]

The bright moonlight illuminated the piling snow in the courtyard, casting a long and slender shadow of the snowman across the ground. The boy looked up at the gently falling snowflakes, feeling they were like powdered sugar sprinkled from the sky.

So he caught some of the "powdered sugar" with his gloves and ran toward his parents. Although he hadn’t yet decided on his dreams, he wanted to keep this feeling in his heart forever.

Because more precious than any dream is this snowy night, his parents' smiles, and the small world that belongs to the three of them.

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | threesome

pairing | stepbrothers!jake jensen and curtis everett x best friend!reader

warnings | stepcest? jake and curtis are stepbrothers, reader is their best friend. big innocence kink, almost little!reader vibes. mentions of other "sex lessons": masturbation, fingering, hand/blow jobs, eating out. sex toys (dildo used, bullet vibe mentioned.) nipple play. clit rubbing. fingering. hint of orgasm delay. she comes hard :D lots of aftercare!

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an | @brandycranby and i were discussing the idea of brothers jakey and curtis a little while back and i thought it would be a fun pair to try out for this prompt- thanks for always slutting out in the dm's with me, brandy bby!! i treasure our naughty brainstorms so so much <33

what if stepbros jakey and curtis are childhood best friends with a suuuuper innocent reader (you!!), and when you all reach your early 20's they decide to help you out and teach you "how to play with boys" since you're so clueless/in need of guidance and (they wanna take all your firsts) hehe 🥺

they start out with stuff like how to make yourself feel good and how to make them feel good. little lessons on fingering yourself, giving a hand/blow job, etc. then they work up to being more directly involved: fingering you themselves, teaching you all about your adorable little clit ("this is your clit, baby. it's a very special part of your body that only us and you should touch" 🫠), eating you out, etc.

maybe they want to work up to some more substantial penetration next, but neither of them feel quite ready to put their dick in you (they'll get there eventually, ofc 😌) so jake suggests ordering a dildo to help you practice. they get you on board by telling you they have a fun new toy to show you how to use 🤠 you loooved the little bullet vibe they got you, so of course you're happy to learn about more toys!!!

you look so darn cute when curtis opens the door to let you in, he has to fight off the overwhelming urge to just pin you up against the wall and fuck you right there before jake can even set eyes on you 🥲

flouncing obliviously in your pink mini skirt, your perky tits bouncing in your flimsy white camisole. two little pigtails with bows in your hair, sticky lipgloss from the drugstore spread across your plump lips, you don't know how crazy you drive your poor friend. "c'mon bunny, jakey's upstairs waiting for us," you reach for his hand so trustingly, his heart melts 🥺

he brings you up to his and his stepbrother's shared bedroom. jakey's waiting on his bed with the toy's box sitting beside him. "there's our pretty girl," the blonde pulls you in for a hug, "are you excited, sweetie? it just came in the mail today!"

they help you into one of your usual positions: jake behind you with his legs on either side of you, your back pressed against his broad chest- and curtis in front of you, doing most of the instructing and work. there's a shared mutual understanding that you feel safest in jakey's arms when trying out scary new things, something that curtis can't help but feel a little hurt about. he's always been the more serious of the two, while jakey is more fun and carefree. in this particular instance tho, curtis doesn't mind, as he gets the most hands-on action

"remember how we said this new toy's gonna help stretch you out, sweetheart?" curtis is gently introducing the new tool to you as jake pulls down the waistband of your skirt, helping you out of it as well as your panties. by now, you've outgrown most of the initial embarrassment and shyness and don't show any resistance to being undressed by them

you nod, big eyes fixed on curtis to show him you're listening. you gasp softly when he removes the toy from its packaging. they started out at a reasonable size, but it still seems massive to you

"look cutie, we found a pink one!" jake's hooking your legs over his to open you up nice and wide before rubbing your inner thighs soothingly with his big hands to help settle your nerves

"we'll go nice and slow, bunny. you just tell us if it's too much," the man before you is saying seriously, wanting to assure you feel safe and comfortable before proceeding

naturally, you need to be warmed up before introducing the toy. by now the brothers know your body well enough to do this with relative ease. jake focuses on your tits, slipping his hand under your cami to tweak and tug at your sensitive nipples. curtis plays with your clit just how you like it, pulling back the hood and rubbing steady circles right on the head 🥺 doesn't take long to turn you into a dripping, writhing mess with their skilled hands on you

when you're appropriately aroused, they share a glance, both pulling away in unison. you were well on your way to building up to an orgasm, so their sudden abandonment earns plenty of protesting whimpers

"shhh bunny, easy," curtis is murmuring as he brings the toy up to gently start rubbing the smooth silicon head over your slippery slit

"c'mon sweet thing, you're okay," jake adds in, reaching down to rub your thighs again. they both watch with great concentration as the dildo is gently worked into you. curtis uses gradual pumping motions, forcing a bit more of the toy up into you each time

the stretch burns a little, causing you to whine softly. "easy baby," jake reaches down to smear some of your wetness over your throbbing clit to help lessen the pain. he and curtis work together at a steady rhythm, slowly but surely working you up to take the entire length of the object

once it's fully inserted, curtis takes a moment to push it up as far as he can and hold it there, groaning softly at the way your poor pussy flutters around the base. he can feel the tip hitting right up against something hard- what he guesses must be your cervix. "you're so tiny, sweetheart. can barely take the whole thing," he's marveling at how small your channel is, how much it's struggling to take even a smaller-sized toy "you want me to fuck you with it, bunny? want me to fuck this pretty little pussy with your brand new toy?"

you look up at him with the biggest eyes, nodding so sweetly. "use your words, cutie. tell him what you want," jake instructs you

your voice is trembling as you do as you're told, "p-please, please fuck me with it. please fuck me with my new toy" 🥺

"good girl," curtis is beaming, resuming the pumping motions of the dildo inside of you. jake quickens his finger over your clit, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you lay further back against him. grabbing at one of your tits with his free hand, pinching at your pebbled nipple

"please, p-please," you're starting to chant as curtis increases his speed and force

"you gonna come for us, bunny? gonna give us a nice big one? c'mon, sweetheart. let's see it," he's working you up further with his words

"come for us, baby. c'mon, that's it. almost there..." jake chimes in, squeezing and rolling your puffy clit between his fingers just as you tumble over the edge. they both gasp in unison, smiling widely as your orgasm washes over you. your little cunt spasms wildly around the toy, the glorious feeling of being so full and stretched out as you come only prolonging the period of burning pleasure

curtis lets you fully come down from your high, leaving you stuffed with the toy as jake gives you another kiss over your hair. "easy takin' it out," the blonde instructs his stepbrother, "poor baby must be so sensitive now"

they take good care of you, easing the toy out when you're ready and cleaning you up. they have a little basket just for you that they use for aftercare, has all the stuff they need: a washcloth, a new pair of panties for you, some chocolate, maybe a stuffed animal and blanket hehe 🥺

you spend plenty of time after snuggled up between them. they love cuddling you and doting on you after your lessons are over. they make sure to teach you how essential aftercare is; they always tell you "if a guy doesn't give you at least as much aftercare as we've been giving you, dump him and tell us where he lives" hehe 🫶they seriously love you so much, they're so proud of you for being so brave and taking your new toy 💕

[ssahotchnerr]

LUVV I HOPE YOJRE DOJNF WELL🫶🫶🫶I just bought my first car🥹 and it just reminded me of learning how to drive😭 n im just wondering how you think aaron would be teaching ellie to drive?? Like overprotective dad but i feel like he’d be clutching that handlebar for life 😭😭😭💕💕

-🧶

omg CONGRATS my love that's so exciting!!!!!!!! 🥹

and omg i think aaron would definitely be stressed but it's a more tame stress 😭 especially since going through the whole process with jack - he has an idea of what to expect!!

aaron would take ellie to a parking lot and have her drive around it a few times before taking her on side streets, and then a main road, and eventually the highway - gradually building it up and getting used to dc traffic. it help ellie's confidence on the road too!! she feels well practiced and it's not overwhelming in the slightest.

also, he talks/instructs her with such a slow, gentle voice. as excited as she is to drive, ellie is kindaaaa terrified (i also wanna say she's closer to 17/18 when she learns how to drive - she's incredibly anxious and kinda pushes the whole driving thing off for a bit) and she'll feed off his energy. so if he's calm, she's more calm. as a result he has to subtly hide his overprotectiveness 😭 like if he grabs onto that handlebar, she starts to panic - that she's doing something wrong or something bad is about to happen 🥺 the first time someone honks at her - she's 100% in tears 😭 if aaron ever so softly raises his voice - he did once, but it had nothing to do with her driving, it was some other idiot on the road - ellie insists on you taking her rather than him 😭 just a few times.

as ellie's learning too - she's asking him sooo many clarifying questions, reads the driver's handbook cover to cover at least twice, and doesn't play music at all at first - she wants no distractions whatsoever. her hotchner side is totally showing throughout all this LOL

but then again, it helps aaron's overall worries because if ellie is stressed - that means she'll be paying thorough attention to the road, she won't be making risky moves, she'll be nothing but safe, you know? but at the same time, poor ellie 😭 again, aaron always makes sure to offer his reassurances and compliments, corrects her gently if there's something she can do better - building her up. like ellie is a good driver right off the bat, she just needs to trust herself 🫶🏻

[wqxianwriting]

Maybe f!reader is a tomboy (hate that phrase… dresses traditionally masc and bummy almost always?) and has to dress up for an event with Nick (or maybe both of the boys doesn’t matter). And it’s not like she doesn’t know how to dress fem and do make up and hair, she actually can do it very well, she just doesn’t bother lol. But what would the reaction to see her looking like a fem queen for the first time be?

Just wrote things on my mind 😔💜 he’s adorable he loves you very much. | Headcanons w a scenario!

Nick Nelson:

Excuse him as he picks his jaw up off the floor, gets up off his knees after they collapsed and as he goes ahead to order a new heart because honestly. He just died.

Alright first off, he doesn’t mind what you wear of course, as long as you’re comfortable and nobody is forcing you to be who you’re not/force you to wear things you’re not okay being in

I think he’d be a liiitle conflicted seeing you awaken into your divine form, let me explain:

Number One: He’s seen you in traditional masc looks that he thinks, “??? Is someone forcing you to do this?” and it triggers that LITERAL feral mode so you’d have to calm him down.

Number Two: You next have to deal with him hovering over you while you’re doing your makeup because not only is he fascinated he just can’t help take his eyes off of you – as if he does on any other occasion but don’t say anything.

Number Three: He will plead to hold you like right as soon as you’re about to leave to the event 💀 “Hold on… you mean no cuddles before you leave?” ,, “Nick. I have five minutes to run to this event.” ,, “Let me drive you?” 🥺 PLEADE?

Adding on the fact he’s absolutely adoring you while you expertly put on the makeup he asks you questions like, “Do you typically like wearing more traditional feminine things?”, “Does it make you uncomfortable?”, etc etc

He kind of thinks of you as a new person but not in the sense he treats you differently from before, he just wants to brush up on some boundaries, ya know?

TEACH HIM HOW TO DO YOUR HAIR AND MAKEUP LIKE HE WOULD MELT 🥹

For some reason he has a suit in your closet? So while you’re combing through your hair, you see his silhouette peek out behind your door through your vanity. “Nick, honey, what are you doing?”

He laughs suspiciously before widening the door, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his chin up. In all his glory stands Mr. Nelson, in a classic black and white suit. He wiggles his eyebrows at you and, “Allow me to be your king for the evening, My Queen.” He then awkwardly bows.

It takes every part of you not to laugh nor yeet your comb at him. “What…” Is all you manage to squeak out.

He then walks over to you, guiding the hand that was tangled in your locks into his own. He wraps his other hand around your waist, very much giggly. “I love this look.” He plants a soft kiss on your forehead and it makes you flustered right off the bat.

“Really?” He nods in affirmation, twirling you around your bedroom and admiring the way your dress flans out before resting back down against your legs.

He rocks you back and forth, sometimes giving you a spin. “Do you not like wearing dresses and makeup? Is this your first time looking this way and you’re just a first time expert at everything?” He jokes but you hear the curiosity in his words.

“Not very often, if at all, really. Special events if they require it.” You toss your comb on the bed before wrapping your arm around his neck. “And maybe I am, but not in this case. Sometimes I wanna wear makeup or just mess around with it so I’ve practiced here and there.”

He pauses.

“Wait have you been wearing makeup some of the times I’ve seen you and I’ve never noticed?!”

Your grin. “Maybe.” He scoffs and sighs in self-disappointment. “Why?” You pull him closer and give him a peck on the lips.

“Because? Isn’t that something I should notice?” You raise an eyebrow and he continues, “I don’t want you to feel as if your efforts are wasted by me not noticing.”

“Nick, if I ever feel like dressing up it’s not necessary for you to notice every bit of detail. I’m content lazing around like a bum without all the fancies.” He laughs at your words, “Though, seeing your reaction to this look definitely makes me think I should try a few other things someday~”

“That sounds sooo suspicious…” Nick narrows his eyes at you but you can see the faint blush on his cheeks. “Can I try helping you with your makeup or hair someday?”

This surprises you and you crack a grin. “Would you like to be my test dummy as well?”

“What?!”

“Well as my boyfriend, I think that’s an unspoken rule, no? Let your girlfriend give you a makeover, mhm.” You nod like it’s law.

“I’ve never heard of such a thing?”

“Well yeah, I said it’s unspoken for a reason.”

He looks so done with you.

In the end though, days you do feel like wearing things a little more feminine he goes shopping with you for different clothes, accessories, even those damn hair rollers.

99.9% gonna be confused as hell but he’s got the spirit and loves coming up to you with different things expressing how good you’d look thought he sneaks a cheesy comment, “You’d look stunning in anything.” With a shrug.

Takes every FIBER AND MUSCLE in your limbs to not jump this man with an uproar of kisses in the middle of the freaking store.

Either way he loves anything you wear even if you showed up one day to his house in a trash bag. He loves anything you do with your hair and look, hoping you feel satisfied in the results yourself.

(Also please bring him to that event you’re going to, he wants to show you off pspspsps like YEAH that’s my lover mhm, yeah I know she looks like a goddess. Did you know she did this herself? A professional? She might as well be. – drag him off before he can continue LMAOO)

Side note: Nick tries to act like he’s some posh fancy little man so, he’s insufferable with his… whatever you wanna call this; “Ah yes dear, this dress looks absolutely divine on you, though you look exquisite everyday.” or acts like the two of you are royalty. Just a silly little guy. That is indeed your boyfriend.

(It’s a great distraction he loves to do if you’re not typically comfortable dressing up more feminine when the time comes)

ALSO COMPLETELY RANDOM but if you’re not comfortable wearing traditional feminine clothing I… LMAOO he would absolutely be the type of significant other that wears them along with you. You buy a new skirt (just for it to be locked away with the others fr) and he’s in the room when you open the package, right

He’s like, “Why don’t you try it on?”

You explain why before pointing to the drawer at the bottom of your dresser before tugging it open and wow! So many damn skirts lmao, majority were given to you by some of the girls you know that say they didn’t wanna throw them away but weren’t wearing them anymore so it’s your responsibility now 😁🥰

He asks if he can grab one, you shrug in confusion and he takes one. Five minutes later, explain to me why you’re both standing infront of your body mirror, both bare legged but twisting around in the skirts. You both don’t look bad 😌 Like Nick would say, you look absolutely divine.

In conclusion, he loves when you dress up and is absolutely starstruck by the different attires you wear but he’s faaaar from giving up on your usual style. He cheers you on when you go out of your comfort zone – or even if it is in your comfort zone and you just don’t want to wear such things frequently, he’s still cheering you on!

He admires the way you’re very precise with your makeup, he admires how you style your hair and he carries the days you decorate your strands with different accessories (like flowers or clips etc) deep within his heart and don’t even get him started on your outfits. Even when you’re not dolled up he always thought your sense of style was really nice and even asks you often to help buy some more clothes for him or help pick out things to wear, aha.

I’m sure we all expected it but no matter what you look like he thinks you’re absolutely talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, beautiful, gorgeous, charming, admirable, stunni-

cOUGH. anyways

[xxanaduwrites]

Just some thoughts to pick UR brain

Is Honey clingy? I honestly don’t imagine so, but I can see it too. Personally, I can imagine honey being pretty independent. And don’t think she’d be like, “where have you been”, or “where were you w/o me—“ more like if Benny offers to drive her to get groceries, I can see her saying, “no need baby, it’s a good day out, I’ll walk”.

I can see Honey having an inexplicable close relationship to one of the guys. I’d love it to be called cuz 💗 but I think it’ll be funnier and cuter if it was someone like Funny Sonny. And Benny’s like 🤨 but then whatever.

If anything, Bennys the clingy one! He’d be so pawing and pouty around honey, “baby where you been?”, “the guys are boring, can I just sit with you?” 🥺 always dragging her around or away 😏

“You wanna know why I call you Honey? That’s why” —Oop (after eating you out)

Patting your thigh…

Honey snuggling into his neck while he driving 🥺🥺🥺 “baby you’re going to make me crash” 😫

I can see Benny finding Honey so cute when she is all dirtied up. Like from his motor oil(or if she befriends Cal and learns all of his teachings), dirt, etc. he’d be the one to clean her up in with his dirty fingers 😭, doing absolutely nothing but smearing the dirt 😭

Him showing her class his bike one afternoon!! 😭😭😭 I imagine it when they’re married or preggo but I can also see it just before they get married and that’s what solidified her thoughts on Benny 🥺 Or it can lead to a big argument 🤐

Benny revving it up and the kids ooing and awing 😭😭😭

ohmygoodness hello i am SWOONING. wow —

1. honey is absolutely independent for sure. i can’t imagine honey being the kind of gal to receive much lovin’ prior to benny :’( she’s a good girl, you know? as much as she can be…she for sure has gone against some of her parents rules as far as “image” and such go. but besides that, i can see most fellas finding her strange while she was growing up. always the odd gal out and the last pick of the bunch. :’( benny tho, god he’s all over her. wants her to know how much he loves her. kills him to see her think otherwise. so, i’d say it kind of shocks her when he’s offering to bring her to everything with him, especially if it’s a meeting or two she’s not as welcome at (we all know johnny makes sure the guys know she’s MORE than welcome whenever) as for the grocery thing. YES, he does NOT want her walking anywhere alone. we already know he despises her taking the bus too. all cramped in there with creeps. ABSOLUTELY NOT. a ride with him is much safer as benny sees it.

2. canon stamp on her and cal for sure (as we have seen) but i can also see sonny being up there too! she bedazzles his jacket after all, like come on! cal is totally her brother figure. i love the cuz thing! knowing that sonny came searching for cal, that adds up perfectly. they’re all related for sure! (in my mind at least lol) i can see cal and honey bonding over cali. maybe honey’s got a relative there, so her, cal, and sonny all decide they are basically related ha.

3. oh yes — my man right there is constantly counting down the hours when she’s in school. hates to be apart from her for a single second. so much worse when she’s still living with her ma and pa. he’s practically kicking himself when he’s keeping her out longer than he should, but god he can’t help himself!

4. oop — yep, yep, yes abso—fucking—lutely! i’ve already been gearing up an “a taste of honey” titled installment. you can put two and two there ;)

5. YES, especially at meetings when he’s next to her or perched in his lap. is there a chair missing for her to sit on?…most likely no, but will he make sure it’s not in her sight? YES.

6. PLZ this right here !!! oh, she’s so saying something like “m’sorry baby. need’a be closer to ya. s’not close enough.” and god this man is IMMEDIATELY going over the speed limit as soon as those words dive out of her pretty mouth like a sweet song in his ears, pulling up to the closest rest stop & having his way with her ;)

7. omg if you’ve ever seen that 70s show (literally my fav show of all time, i can so picture her giving jackie burkhart helping red forman with his car in the garage vibes. cal’s like “well holy fuckin’ shit, think i’ve found myself a new best friend.” & benny is so all over honey oh my — for sure his biggest turn on with that. him trying to clean off the dirt but only making it worse — my heart !!! def calls for a joint shower between those two love birds i fear ;)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7wFgj8TcfM

8. THIS RIGHT HERE!!! so show and tell day. ofc johnny’s kids ask if benny’s bike can be theirs as their scheming plan to get their uncle together with their favorite teacher. oh this is precious!!!

9. IM CACKLING. the mental image of all their little faces lighting up in delight is TOO GOOD.

i love you. thank you so much for this. my noggin thanks ya for being so extremely helpful! i adore yapping with you about this. def keep sending your benny thoughts my way. SO GOOD. smoochies. x 💋

[spookyspecterino]

hey, I love your writing so much!!! pls can we have a fic of the moment sam realises he is in love with the captain 🥺 I imagine he’d probs suppress his feelings in the beginning out of concern for cora but has a moment where he realises & wants to say something but doesn’t know how 😭

I know this ask is a few months old and I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to get here. My motivation has been rock bottom these last few months lately.

I did the ol "5 times this man thinks he's in love with you and the first time he tells you" kinda deal. Hope you like it <3

GN!Dusty/Captain x Sam Coe | No warnings, it's all fluff

The first time Sam thought he might be in love with his Captain was when he saw them picking up books from a dusty library in an abandoned facility. The old things were practically falling out of your arms, scattering across the floor, and undoubtedly slowing you down.

He picks up the books you’ve dropped, following behind you as you try and make room in your outfit.

“What’re these for?” He asks, holding them patiently as you stuff a book (or two) into your belt.

“If I told you, you’d think I’m a softie.”

“Oh no…” Sam laughs. “You’re spoiling her.”

Your smile isn’t as well hidden as you think. “I’m aiding her education.”

“She’s already taking college level classes.” He hands you another book and watches as you shove it down your shirt.

“It’s either this or giving her money. And no, I won’t take neither as an option.”

“Didn’t think you would.”

He opens his mouth to say more, maybe to scold you for trying to break your back. But something in your eyes stops him, it’s a certain glitter and that little quirk of a smile. It’s enough to drive him crazy and instead of allowing himself to smile he looks away.

“Ok, I’m good.” You slowly stand up straight, swaying a little and trying to balance the added weight. “Let’s get out of here.”

His rough sounding retort is perhaps a shield for himself. A carefully constructed wall. “Just don’t make me carry you out of here if you end up breaking an ankle.”

Your laugh makes it all the harder. “Oh, yee of little faith.” A pause, maybe a heartbeat in length. “You wouldn’t heroically carry your captain out of here?”

He still won’t look at you. “With all those books? I’d break my back.”

“Don’t lie, you’d do it.”

He shakes his head, turning himself around to check behind. The facility was empty, completely cleared, he was doing it so you didn’t see his grin.

- - -

The second time Sam thought he might be in love with his Captain was when he slammed his fist down on the comms console, ending a fight with Lillian. He leans over the flashing board, closing his eyes to shut it all out. To try and regain some notion of control.

Another button lights up—it’s Lillian, calling back to have the final word. As she usually does. He can’t do this anymore and he doesn’t know how to say it. He’s about to press that button, about to let her have the final word just so he can get some goddamn rest, when a hand on his shoulder stops him.

“Hey.”

It’s you. Amazing, wonderful, infuriating you. Always here when he needs you the most and always here to complicate his feelings more.

“She just…” He spits out, finger resting on the button. A little push would open the comms with Lillian again.

“Yeah, I know.” You wrap your arm around his shoulder. Not quite a hug, but still supportive. “Want me to talk to her?”

To your absolute credit it makes him chuckle, albeit a little dryly. “What would you say?”

“Roadkill Cafe. You kill it, we grill it!”

He removes his finger from the button, turning to look at you from over his shoulder. “What?”

“Mhm. Oh, my other favorite one is ‘Mule Barn. Head ass speaking!’ Just to really throw her off.”

It’s so absurd he genuinely laughs. “I’m almost tempted to let you, just to see what she would say.”

“She’d probably hang up.” You lean against him—god you’re warm. “Problem solved.”

Rubbing a hand over his face he can’t help but smile. “Don’t teach Cora any of those or that’s all she’ll ever answer with.”

“Well…”

“Don’t.” He playfully pushes into you. Your other hand wraps around him, it’s officially a hug now.

“Ok, I won’t. Scout’s honor.”

Seconds pass in silence. Sam stands in your embrace, not wanting to leave but also feeling his carefully constructed walls beginning to crumble.

“I’m gonna—” He starts, but you’re also speaking.

“Why don’t—”

Something hangs in the air, something unspoken.

Removing your arms but keeping one hand on his back you step around, flicking a few switches. The comms panel goes dark. The flashing light that is Lillian’s call blinks out with finality.

“I’m gonna take over the watch. Go get some sleep.”

“Alright.”

Sam leaves without another word. He has to, or he might say something ridiculous.

- - -

The third time he wasn’t even aware of it.

“I really do not understand your jokes, Sam.” Andreja grumbles. “Or why the captain is laughing at every single one.”

Sam scratches his beard, trying to control himself. Next to him, you’re doubled over in your chair still laughing. “You have no sense of humor, that’s all.”

“I have humor.”

“She does.” You add in, recovering. “Just when it’s about dead stuff or killing. Dad jokes aren’t her thing.”

Andreja gives Sam a triumphant look.

“Ok, ok.” Sam holds up a hand. “I’ve got another one.”

The way you lean in with a growing smile makes him pause for effect, his own smile matching yours. “Today, my son asked, ‘Can I have a bookmark?’ I burst into tears—11 years old and he still doesn’t know my name is Brian.”

And you’re back to laughing, just like that. Head thrown back and everything. The lodge is full with the sound of you. Sam can’t get enough.

“I do not understand. You do not have a son—” Andreja is looking between you and Sam, who is laughing purely from your reaction.

From the upstairs railing, Barrett leans over. “I’m not impressed, Sam. Real bottom of the barrel stuff.”

“Then why is the captain laughing so hard?” Sam calls back up to the man, motioning to you, who is still wheezing.

Barrett shakes his head. As he walks back to his room, Sam can barely hear him. “You know why.”

- - -

Sam’s walls are carefully constructed for a number of reasons. 1) He was a ranger and that’s how it’s meant to be, you can’t let anyone in and that’s a lesson that’s stuck with him; 2) he has Cora, a little girl who has enough instability in her life. She doesn’t need any more; and 3) once the wall is down it might take years to put it back up, and he just doesn’t have the time or luxury to deal with that.

But goddamn is it hard to keep the bricks together around you.

You have this way of finding a hole, an imperfection, and tunneling straight through. The universe must have sent you to him with a sledgehammer in the back of your pocket.

“Oh, oh! This is my favorite part!”

Sam didn’t even mean to start sharing his music with you. It just came up. And then you both started singing.

He’s full of this euphoria that he only feels when he and Cora do something together. And he hates it, he hates how he can’t control it either, how it bubbles to the surface when you’re around. It fills him with so much fucking joy he can’t stand it.

Every attempt at patching the hole, the little tunnel you’ve made for yourself, is subverted by you finding somewhere else to slip in. Another crack that erodes away just enough for you to fit through. His gruff words, attempts at distance, or even talking about Lillian are all met with the most heartwarming support. It really breaks a man down. Are you even aware of that? Are you aware of what you’re doing to him?

Your voice rises to a pitch that’s too high for you and it crackles with effort. Without even thinking, Sam takes the lower tone, going so deep that his throat burns. You both sound like howling lunatics. But Sam isn’t embarrassed, it feels nice.

Goddamn it—it feels great.

Something in the back of his mind urges him to pull away, to leave, to say something belittling, but he can’t bring himself to do it with the way you’re grinning and acting. Playing out the song like you’re in the band that sings it, with a touch of dramatic flare that has his mind reeling.

Another thought strikes him as he pretends to take the imaginary microphone from you and belt out the lyrics. You cheer him on singing another note that’s way too high and laughing when your voice cracks.

Maybe feeling this way isn’t a bad thing.

- - -

The fifth instance couldn’t come at a more inconvenient time.

“Reload!”

Sam picks up another missile battery and slots it into the back of the literal cannon on your shoulder. “Ready!”

Your finger pulls the trigger and the weapon hums, heating up. It grows louder on the verge of firing, and Sam presses himself against you to avoid any blowback.

The recoil is enough to jolt you both and he holds you steady. Somewhere in the distance, an explosion rocks the Spacer compound.

“Ha! How ya like that, assholes?!”

“Is taunting them the best idea?” He pulls out another battery as you both scramble back behind cover.

“You know I can’t help it, Sam.” You pant, looking absolutely alive.

He laughs, despite the knot in his stomach. “Yeah. Silly question.”

“You want to see something else silly?”

He catches the absolutely insane look in your eye and is shaking his head. “No! No, I really—"

But you’re gone after that, darting out from behind cover and sprinting toward the line of spacers.

That knot in his stomach flips and twists until all of his insides are writhing. Bullets, lasers, and everything the Spacers have are thrown your way and all Sam can do is just watch.

You’re somehow unscathed as you make it to where the Spacers are crouched. Sam is about to join you when he sees movement from rafter above. No less than four grenades are hurled at you. He stands trying to shout, but the explosion cuts him off.

It’s dead silent after. Nothing moves except the debris falling.

The spacers above retreat further into the building. Sam is up as fast as his legs can manage, even stumbling as his feet scramble over one another.

A number of horrible, gut-wrenching images flash behind his eyes as he sprints to where he last saw you. He wasn’t sure what he would find, and if he cared any less for you, he may not have lunged into action so quickly. But he did. He cared a whole hell of a lot.

When he reaches the place he saw you duck down, around some flimsy metal pieces of machinery, he sees the black scorch marks from the blast. He sees the remains of the spacers that were there a few moments ago. And he sees a dead body—for a spilt second Sam thinks this is you, but the suit colors are wrong.

It’s not you.

The body shifts and is moved to the side.

You’re underneath. Miraculously in one piece.

“Do I still have my legs?” You ask, breathless and wide-eyed.

“Yeah…” Sam is trembling, just staring at you.

You notice his strange stare. Uncertainty and a hint of fear colors your voice. “Am I missing anything else?”

“No.”

“Then why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

Because he almost lost you. Because for a few seconds he thought you were dead, and the idea of that was too much for him to imagine.

Because he loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

“I…” He starts, completely overwhelmed.

His world was overturning, a flurry of emotions threatened to give him whiplash. He wanted to hug you, he wanted to yell at you, he wanted to laugh and cry and scream, he wanted to devour you and leave nothing for anyone else.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you give Sam a once-over. “Are you ok?”

“Don’t…” He lets out a trembling breath. “Don’t do that again.”

- - -

It’s a normal day, a particularly boring one too, when he finally tells you.

He finds you sitting at the flight deck, reading. You don’t notice him, so enveloped in your book that the outside world isn’t a concern. You must be reading a particularly intense part; your brow is furrowed and your lips twist in that peculiar way they do when you concentrate. If he said it now, revealed the deepest—most secret—part of himself, would you even notice?

“What’s up, Sam?” You look up at him as you turn a page.

“Didn’t mean to disturb you…” he drawls. It’s a partial lie.

You keep the book open, turning it over and using your knee as a bookmark. “You’re not.” Your smile is reassuring. What’s going on?”

For a moment, he thinks about dropping it. Retreating back to that status quo, something comfortable. Back behind his walls—the walls that were barely there now, riddled with holes and gaps. You’d done your work on him.

“I uh…I needed to get something off my chest.”

You take the book and close it completely, setting it on the console. “Ok, go ahead.”

The carefully crafted list of talking points Sam had circled like angry bees in his head. He was never really a talking points kind of guy, so he threw them all out and decided to wing it instead.

“During the last fight, in the spacer compound, you were a dumbass.”

That wasn’t exactly the best way to phrase it, and he knew that. Strong start, moron.

You only smile patiently at him. “I like your honesty.”

“Well…my point to that is, after traveling with you—fighting by your side—picking up books for Cora, that she doesn’t need…” He struggles, hands moving to try and articulate what he wasn’t capable of. “I’ve come to—to not only respect you, even when you make crazy, dangerous decisions, but…”

He swallows, but finds his throat is completely dry. “I—you…” He groans, and every coherent thought flies from his mind. “You make me crazy, in the best way. I never know what’s coming next and I love that. You care for Cora, when that’s not your responsibility—you help me through all the shit with Lillian, when it’s not your problem.” He spreads his arms out. “And when you throw yourself into danger like that, I feel like I’m on the verge of losing everything.”

Your face is soft. Vulnerable. Maybe he’s gotten through to you, but he needs to say it. He won’t rest until he says it.

“You are my everything.”

Why can’t he come out and say it?

“Sam Coe.” You stand from your chair. “Are you in love with me?”

“Yes.” His answer comes out in a great whoosh of breath. This weight that’s been pressing on his chest for months is gone. He can breathe. And suddenly he can say it.

“I’m in love with you. I’ve been trying to hide it, rationalize it away, or just ignore it, but I can’t. Not anymore, not if you’re going to keep throwing yourself into grenades.”

“I won’t do that anymore.”

“You swear? Because I am too old to go through that again, next time it might kill me.”

“I swear.” You move closer to him. “When did you fall in love with me?”

Sam chuckles, scratching his neck. At this point he doesn’t register you haven’t said anything about your own feelings back to him. “When you were trying to break your back carrying all those books for Cora.”

“That feels like a lifetime ago.”

“Yeah.” He shifts his weight. “I don’t want to cause any kind of a rift between us—I really just needed to tell you how I felt.”

“I’m glad you did.” You pause, looking down at your hands. “Because this creates a pretty big conflict of interest.”

“What?”

“Well, you see, I was actually going to ask Lillian out—”

“Please tell me you’re fucking joking.”

“—and adopt Cora—”

“You’re playing a joke on me. I know you are; I can see you starting to smile.”

“—we’d all move in with Jacob—”

“For Christ sakes, you’re laughing, give it up.”

“—one big, happy—” You bust out in laughter, almost doubling over as Sam shakes his head.

He’s trying not to laugh as he turns to leave. You grab his coat sleeve. “Wait, wait. I’m sorry, you just—your face was—"

“I tell you I love you and you make that joke?” He looks down at you, holding your arms and bringing you closer to him. “Unbelievable.”

“Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t help it.” You lean your head into his chest. Your voice is muffled. “I love you too.”

“What was that?”

“I love you too.”

He leans his head down. With your face still in his chest you can’t see his shit eating grin. “Didn’t catch that. One more time?”

You look up, gritting your teeth and trying not to yell. “I. Love. You. Too."

Your faces are very close together now, a hair’s width apart. Sam is still grinning. He opens his mouth slowly.

“Sam.” You warn. “I’ll never say it again.”

“I’m going to call you on that bluff.”

You caress the side of his face before giving it a light tap. “Funny.”

“You love my jokes.”

The noise you make as you pass him is less than satisfactory. It has him trailing after you further into the ship.

“What does that mean?”

“You know what it means.”

He trails you all the way to your quarters and through the door as you invite him in.

[unkillable-gays]

911 8x13 liveblog

Dang free my man Archie, 🥺 I don't know if he did NOTHING wrong, but I don't think he deserves all THIS. He literally got fired and then went home and cleaned his whole apartment???

gshshssbhs YAY Buck got to break so many things 🥰

Bro I'm about to fight Archie's fiancée and cousin omg. Hen and Chim, please convince him to cut them both off during the ambulance ride 🩵

tbh I'm getting a little tired of Eddie's conviction that Chris won't accept him as a father (or whatever) if he doesn't have superficial signifiers of success to win him over. Like, I understand why he feels that way, but I thought they kind of worked past that in the last ep? I'm not trying to diminish whatever feelings Eddie's experiencing, (I certainly can't speak to a parent's perspective myself) but I feel like the way HE'S acting is starting disregard Christopher's own capacity to think and decide for himself. Like, he's a teenager, not a little kid who you can distract or bribe with toys and treats.

gjdkksksjxj they BROUGHT TAKEOUT, that's so fucking RUDE!!!!

tbh shoutout to the actor playing Helena, bc she is SO effectively irritating, jesus.

sjjdjakkzk are they eating a little bit of everything?? That's so awkward!

"Does your job allow bumper stickers?" oh my GOD??? (tbh my mom makes the same kind of insidious, "how-was-i-supposed-to-know?" jabs 🙄)

Oooof, okay, I didn't think springing the game on Chris was a great idea, (especially bc we JUST established Eddie's BROKE) but Eddie definitely needs to put his foot down about communication. (Obviously he shouldn't HAVE to, but, if that's how they're gonna play it...)

Awww, Hen outfit montage! 🥰✨️

Aw, oh noooo 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭 not the sitcom classic, "forgotten birthday"!!!

Okay wow Helena is SO much. But also, Eddie, literally just ask Chris what he wants? You have his number, text him!!

hdhskakjzh the nozzles??? Deeply unserious show.

Hey, it's my friend Archie!! I thought his hand would be fucked up after getting crushed under the weight of two adults? But I guess I'm glad it's not!

Oh my god???? 🚚

Aw, shoutout to Hen for remembering!!! 💕

Wow, they've got so many little tools!!

The Hen-Archie bestieism had me GIGGLING 😂

oh my god, was Eddie the 118's birthday man??? Oh this is SO good!

(okay apparently it's just Facebook, but I'm choosing to believe that Eddie is always the one who "just happens" to mention that someone's birthday is coming up.)

The fact that Buck suggested taking "an Uber" from El Paso to Lubbock is INSANE. that's a 5.5 hour drive! Though, that's almost half the time it would've taken Eddie to drive to fucking Dallas for a basketball game.

(Are people in El Paso mostly Mavericks fans instead of Spurs fans? Embarrassing, if so. I'm pretty sure Spurs tickets are cheaper, too.)

Awww, I really liked both Hen's speeches 🥺🥺🥺 she's so good at articulating her feelings!

Okay, wait, didn't Eddie give his parents $ for a "chess coach" last episode? And now they're saying Grandpa's been coaching him?? Did Eddie just independently decide he needed to pay his own father for teaching his son chess? I thought he was reimbursing them for, like, actual private lessons, that his parents were already paying for.

hdjsjsk the production going into making this chess tournament seem dramatic and exciting 😆

Oooh, his "DAD"? yikes 😬

Oh my god, I KNEW it, I was HOPING he hated chess!!!! Nobody's been asking Chris what he WANTS!!

Ohhh 🥺🥺🥺 (okay, I don't think actually ASKING Chris if he wanted to move would've been remiss, but I guess if he's happy with outcome... and i suppose posing it as a question could leave more ambiguity that it's what Eddie wants?)

Oh noooo, bad times continue for my buddy Archie!!! 😢😢

hkzhhsjdbm ARCHIE HAS A KNIFE??? Objectively a bad thing, but i kind of love it.

hdhskakkesbshshs WHO PLANNED THIS "RESCUE"??? they did a BAD job!!!! (Though possibly realistic to how actual cops might fuck something like this up)

Okay really, though, Archie, you could've just demanded your apartment back from your ex? I'm pretty sure your name is on the lease anyway... Then, at the worst, 911 would've gotten a normal DV call, which is obviously not GOOD, but, like, better than whatever THIS is.

bdjsjsjjs he doesn't even have a gun??? Why the swat stuff?? How many people does it take to get one knife away from one depressed homeless man?? The SNIPER???

If this were a (morally) better show, this storyline would be about how capitalism beats people down and backs them into corners without any resources! Like, how easy it is for someone without a strong support network to go from a "normal, functioning member of society" to desperate and penniless and losing their grasp on reality. But I feel like that's not the direction the Disney corporation is gonna take this.

hdhsjsjsn they're gonna make this HEN's fault?? "Yeah, I got justifiably frustrated" (not even ANGRY!!) "that everyone in my life forgot my birthday, and I ended up inadvertently causing a stabbing and a mass hostage situation. Actions have consequences, y'know?"

Hen didn't deserve ANY of this, wtf???

BALLROOM DANCE??????

Awww, yay, Diaz boys! 🥰

"BEST BIRTHDAY EVER"????? Hen, you got SHOT AT!!

Wow, Buck is NEVER beating the "eager-to-please working dog" allegations.

[scarletwinterxx]

fool for you - mark lee dad scenario

a bit late to this but OH MY GOD MARK LEE GIRL DAD😭🥺😭🥺 we already know he's going to be the best dad to his kids in the future🤍🤍

you already know my feels went through the roof after seeing that cli[ so here's another mark dad scenario and can you believe this is the 10th one OMGGGGGG anyways i hope you like it!

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

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"in my next life, I think I'll become a fool for my daughter"

"Lovie, can you stay with Minjee? I'm just going to the mall with Minjung to get new shoes and a few other stuff for the baby" you tell your husband who is currently on the sofa resting.

It's around that time again when you're counting down the days until the new baby comes, this time the two of you choose to keep the gender a surprise. You won't find out until you give birth. There's an on going bet in your household whether it'll be a girl or a boy.

"Why don't I come with him? You sure you okay to go out?" he asks, watching you struggle putting on your shoes. He chuckles before walking toward you, kneeling down to put it on for you even double tying the shoelaces just to be sure.

"It's okay, besides the doctor said it's healthy to walk around. And we both know it'll be easier to look after Minjung then Jee" you laugh, your husband agreeing with you

"She's the main character, we're all just living in her world" he says

You smile at Mark, giving him a kiss before getting your purse and keys.

"Call me if you need anything" he tells you

"Minjung, let's go" you shout, your son appears from the staircase ready to go

"You already know, buddy. Take care of mom, okay? Call me if something happens" he gives his son a quick hug before watching the two of you drive away

The two of you finished the errands and is now getting a quick snack before heading home. You like having one on one time with your kids. It helps you keep a closer relationship with them. And even though you know the two siblings get along very well, you still make it a point to spend time with them one by one. And so does Mark.

"Is there anything else you need, buddy?" you ask your son

He shakes his head, taking a bite of his sandwich. You smile watching him, it feels just like yesterday you were sitting in the backseat with newborn Minjung in the baby car seat on your way home from the hospital and now he's 13.

"How do you feel about getting another sibling?"

He looks at you, it's like looking at Mark's eyes. They same round, adorable chocolate eyes you love so much.

"Excited. It'll be cool if it's a boy. I'll teach him to play basketball and bike. It's okay too if it's a girl" he shrugs

"You know mommy and daddy loves you very very much"

"I know, I love you too" he smiles back at you

When you get home, Minjee welcomes you excitedly asking if you got her a cakepop which Minjung hands over to his sister

"Wah thank you, oppa! Dad look oppa got me a pink cakepop!" she screams excitedly, running to wherever Mark is. You and Minjung follow her, Mark in the kitchen getting dinner ready

"Cool, but you can have that after dinner okay? Na uh don't give me that look, missy. I ordered chicken just like you asked" the father-daughter banter continues

The two siblings help set up the table while you stay in the kitchen with Mark, "How did it go?" Mark asks you

"Good, we had fun. You sound like you had fun too" you joked

"I swear she knows how to make me says yes" he mumbles, you walk towards him, giving him a side hug

"You love her" you tell him with a chuckle and a kiss on the jaw

"That I do. I'd do anything for our kids" he says, looking down at you. He kisses you on the nose, eliciting giggles from you before breaking away

"Okay, dinner time!"

After dinner and everyone finished with their night time routines, it's finally time to call it a night.

You lay on your side of the bed, getting the pregnancy pillow ready

"Can I keep that after?" Mark asks, you watch him step out of the shower. Towel hanging on his hips while he dries his hair with another

"No" you tell him with a tight smile, Mark laughs before walking towards the dresser to get clothes

"Oh come on, let me enjoy the view some more"

"Woman, you are already pregnant" he tells you, playfully throwing the towel he was drying his hair with towards you. He puts on his sleeping shorts, leaving the shirt behind. He goes out the room to check all doors before going to bed

He turns towards you, the two of you face to face.

"Just a few more days and it'll be five of us" he whispers. His hand resting on your belly

"I'm calling it, this one will look like you again" you tell him

"You love us"

"That I do, I love you and all versions of you. Especially the little humans we made" you smile at him. He scoots closer to kiss you. Kissing you on the lips then on your cheeks a few time until you were laughing.

"Okay, time to rest. Goodnight, baby. I love you" he tells you

"Love you"

Minjung woke up to something poking his back, groggily looking to see Minjee

"Jee? What?"

The girl hiccups, still crying. This woke Minjung up more, sitting up on his bed and turning the bedside light on,

"Why are you crying? Did you have a bad dream?" he asks

"Will mom and dad not let me live here when the baby comes?" she asks, her tiny voice breaking

"What? of course not" her brother immediately answers. He gets out from under the blanket to hug his sister, wiping a few tears running down her face

"When you were born, I was so excited. Dad took me to the hospital to meet you. You had this big bow on, you were crying a lot too" he tells her

"You were there?" she asks

Minjung smiles "Yea, dad even helped me to carry you. You were really tiny. When the new baby comes, we'll go together to meet them"

"Will you still play with me when they come?"

"Of course I will, we're bestfriends right? You gave me this" he says, showing the beaded bracelet Minjee made for him. Similar to what she's wearing.

"You promise? You'll still get me cakepops?"

"Of course, pinkypromise"

The two siblings lock pinky fingers, the younger one finally smiling.

"Wait here okay?" Minjung says before going out of his room and carefull walking towards his parents bedroom. Knocking lightly before going in.

He walks towards Mark's sleeping figure, tapping him awake

"Huh what wha huh?? Minjung? Are you okay? What's happening?" Mark asks, sitting up immediately

"What time is it?" he asks, looking for his phone to see it's 2am

"Minjee woke up crying, she's in my room now"

Mark stands up carefully, looking over at your sleeping figure before quickly putting on a shirt and walking out with Minjung

"She okay? bad dream?"

"No uh it's about the new baby"

His son didn't need to elaborate anymore, already getting a hint why his babygirl was crying.

When the two walks back to Minjung's room, Jee still sitting there.

"Hey, Jee. Come on, dad will come with you. Goodnight buddy, thank you for being a good brother" Mark tells his eldest, kissing him on the head before stepping out of the room with the younger one

"Do you want warm milk before going back to bed?" Mark asks the 6 year old girl, getting a no from her

When they get to Minjee's room, the two sat on the bed

"Are you sad right now?" Mark asks his daughter

"Will you still love Jee when the baby comes?" Jee asks and Mark crumbles

"Oh my girl, of course I will. I'll love you longer than forever and that's a long long long time. You'll always be my princess. Even after the new baby comes, mom and dad might need to spend more time with them but that doesn't mean we love you and your brother any less" he tucks her hair behind her ear, pinching her cute round cheeks she definitely got from you.

"Can dad have a hug?" he opens his arms, Minjee scooting in her father's embrace

"Always remember, dad loves you so so much. I'd give you the moon and all the stars if you want. If you ever feel sad you can come and talk to me okay?"

He feels the younger one nod. Tucking her in bed, giving her a kiss on the forehead before calling it a night (again)

When he gets back to your room, he slides under the sheets then he feels you search for him

"Min?" you mumble

"Here, baby. Go to sleep" he leans over to give your temple a kiss. He sees a sleepy smile on your lips before your heads goes down on the pillow again.

Just like that everyone was asleep again, but before he fades into dreamland he says a silently thank you to heaven for this life. Ready and excited to face tomorrow with his family.

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

honestly i've been staring at this blinking text cursor for the majority of the day thinking about whether i want to do a rehearsalpost because of how serious last night became toward the end. i make a commitment to being Silly and Funny but. in the end i don't think enough people read these to care. note that i do NOT mean this in a guilt-trippy way. i mean this in the sense that #em jumped up busker is a diary tag first and foremost, and not really the main focus of this blog. but in the end. in all honesty. i just needed to put this somewhere.

under the cut bc it's probably going to be long

choir rehearsal came and went without too much event, except for tita conductor teaching everyone german pronunciation, through which i was giggling whenever she caught my eye because yeah girl i can sing in german. i auditioned for you in german. you thought i studied german because i sang for you in german well enough.

also tita conductor asked us to solfège our parts out to an easy new piece and the music major sitting next to me and i were busily sneaking the syllables over each note and comparing our work when tita conductor's back was turned 😭

when rehearsal was over i put my folder in my locker in the basement and returned to the ground floor; peeking through the still-open door of the rehearsal hall i spotted tita conductor alone in the room rifling rather irritably through the box of choir scores. i had a meeting with my phd advisor in a little over half an hour, but felt sufficiently prepared for it to stop in the door and call inside, "[tita conductor], do you need help with anything?"

upon hearing my voice she looked up and assented, so i headed inside and parked myself next to her, where she tasked me with helping her figure out what was wrong with the numbers on some of the parts for a piece we were reusing from the last concert for the upcoming event

she was working off a printed attendance roster of everyone in the choir, and she pointed irritably at the name of a bass who had been marked absent since the beginning of the quarter and said "tell me how you take forty-five minutes of my time for an audition, get accepted, and then don't show up to any rehearsals. i made a folder for him. he's messing up my system" to which i commiserated with her and helped her sort out the rest around the missing person

once that was done i took my leave and didn't think anything more of it until returning an hour and a half later for the dreaded sectionals, where tita conductor assigned the second violins the usual rehearsal hall (which was very convenient and made sense for the largest string section in the orchestra)

tita conductor came to talk to me beforehand and told me yet again that i was "empowered" to explicitly call out intonation. which like. i don't enjoy that. it is not my job to police intonation that is a personal thing that everyone should hold themselves accountable for. i am not a violin coach nor am i a cop.

also the fact that tita conductor is the one who is giving me "authority" to do that makes me INCREDIBLY uncomfortable. my sectionmates already notice that she and i have a Thing going on. the last thing i want is for that to drive a wedge between me and the rest of my section.

sectionals didn't go as terribly as i thought they would: we only really got to work on the hebrides overture LMAO. and asking people to identify spots made me feel less of a coach and more like a collaborator

i was also cracking jokes throughout to put people at ease and my sectionmates were actually laughing at them so i hope it was a positive experience overall

at one point i got up to look at someone's part and almost tripped over my water bottle to which one of the older ladies in the back of the section was very alarmed and said to me "please don't trip over your water bottle" 🥺

when we were done i said to the group "i hope today was useful for you and that you can carry this energy into individual practice" and the older lady said "you're very cute" to me afterward 😭

i made a little bit of conversation with the jazz band leader (whom i've always thought didn't like me because of association with tita conductor) and he was actually nice to me omg. win

collected viola friend's instrument from the locker rooms (they had been held up at ate dean's final office hours before 'retiring' from teaching, and unable to attend) with concertmaster and briefly rendezvoused with tita conductor to debrief the sectional

at one point i was saying something with my folder halfway over my mouth without realizing and tita conductor reached over and gently pulled it down to see my face 😭😭

concertmaster and i went to find ate dean and viola friend. on the way i asked him "what are your plans after graduation?" to which he said "shitting and farting!" this kid is graduating early from a neuroscience degree.

we met them out on the lawn where ate dean customarily holds office hours, where concertmaster immediately flopped onto his back on the grass, started listening to instrumental movie music without headphones, and began caterwauling along to it. rent lowering behavior

i also lay down on the grass, because i was tired and wanting to engage in a Shenanigan

eventually it was just the quartet left outside, and we headed in to collect the concertmaster's cello and work on some mozart and our trademark tango

at one point ate dean told me i was "so mid-Romantic, so brahms" and viola friend was losing it bc. well. the tita conductor and brahms love affair is kind of a meme between us

as we drew to a close ate dean and viola friend proposed we head out for dinner together. concertmaster bowed out but i agreed and, after viola friend and i dropped off our instruments at the arts building, ate dean picked us up on that side of campus

we wound up at an indian place, where we figured out that we all wanted the exact same order

conversation turned from our lives to orchestra

tita conductor's chronic inability to retain first violinists is a problem, and the graduation of concertmaster poses an even greater one

his stand partner from the previous two concerts (first year) is the strongest player, but is a bad leader and doesn't have a good attitude or exhibit rehearsal etiquette to ate dean's standards; ate dean thought his stand partner from last year (same year as concertmaster) is more likely to replace the current concertmaster

ate dean asked me in detail about what was going on with the seconds, to which i described tita conductor's insistence that i unify fingering and be harsh on intonation. ate dean made an affronted face and said "but you're their leader, not their coach." and like it's probably because she's a string coach at a renowned regional youth orchestra bc like. where are the skilled violin coaches of the iskul bukol orchestra. answer quickly

eventually we finished eating (which we had to, because the restaurant was about to close), and ate dean dropped off viola friend at their apartment before driving me back to mine

on the way, she asked me "do you know what's going on with [tita conductor?] she seems more frustrated than usual. it's spilling over" and i was in the back seat tongue-tied

i replied "i can't speak for her or read her mind but i think this year is one of the first years in a while where she feels like the orchestra can do something."

ate dean asked me to explain as she pulled into the parking lot of my apartment, and i brought up the promotion, which she knows about; she elaborated more on it.

apparently, the senior lecturer position (which still has no security of employment) is the highest position that tita conductor can possibly get at the university since she's not a researcher

ate dean mentioned that tita conductor doesn't feel like she has a lot of respect as a lecturer anyway and that the promotion process is making it far worse.

"promotion files are the closest thing academia has to hazing," ate dean told me as we idled in the parking lot, "because it lays bare a lot of things about a person and can get extremely personal. she's been putting it together for the past few months, which means all this time she's been going through hell."

i said something about how i've noticed over the past few months that i've been having really strange interactions with tita conductor: far more than i have ever had. and that during these interactions she has told me things that are genuinely troubling. ate dean asked me to explain and i told her how tita conductor has constantly been venting about her struggles to me and i have just listened because... well, i can't do that much as it is.

i told her the story about the car keys. when i got to the 'See what you get for being nice to me...' text ate dean pulled an astonished face and said "what the hell?"

when i told her about the 'only young person who sees me as a person' incident ate dean just sat there kind of soberly before speaking again

ate dean told me, "i think [tita conductor] laments the fact that she can't seem to connect with people in your generation." i made a SUPER frustrated noise and retorted, "well, have people TRIED?" because. look, i don't know man, it doesn't seem like it was a struggle for me

ate dean told me that she and tita conductor had had a mild heart-to-heart some months before in which tita conductor had asked ate dean how she establishes such legendary rapport with students, to which ate dean had said it wasn't completely natural for her and that she'd had to work at it. tita conductor had immediately said "i'll never get there."

in the end. tita conductor believes her personality just naturally pushes people away.

at this i was already inconsolable like. holy fuck. that is heartbreaking. but then ate dean said that the fact that tita conductor opened up to me in that way and chose me in the moment with the car keys was a good thing because it showed she knows i am in her corner. and then she said "i think she also regrets being too hard on her own daughter."

to which i just sat in the back of that fucking car like. my head in my hands. thinking how in the world did we get here and where do we even go from here. all i could do was laugh hollowly and say "if you told me five years ago i'd be in an orchestra where i'm..." and trailed off

ate dean finished, "a confidant of the conductor?" and i was like. yeah i wouldn't have believed for a moment

ate dean said very quietly, "she turned to you. when she needed someone to listen and be there, you were. she chose you. you are in the right place and the right time. and you did the right thing."

at the end of it all i was like "tita conductor keeps telling me she's glad i stayed. i always thought that was a platitude."

ate dean shook her head and said "no. she chose you. you're doing a good job, kiddo."

we bid farewell and went our separate ways, leaving me in a state of melancholy that has literally persisted all day with the gloomy weather

honestly this is one of those moments that. alters the way i see things. pacing the room like a caged animal etc.

in the end. i'm not here to be a work daughter if that's some part of the implication. which people have been implying long before ate dean made the comment about tita conductor's relationship with her daughter. that feels so awkward to me. life isn't some 2014 found family fic.

but in the end. my life is not about me. if i can say that i helped to make someone's life a little brighter, who already felt abandoned and invisible by people my age, if i can say that i was able to demonstrate that human dignity does not have an expiration date. that will have been a far greater achievement than any part of my publication record.

i think i can make peace with that.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

i'm sorry to hear you've been having a rough time, i hope it all turns around soon 🥺 no rush or pressure but you know i'm legally obligated to ask about the lucretia-barry WIP, and also i'd love to hear about the davenport-magnus one if you want to share any of that too!

the magnus and davenport one is a very heavy wip. it's got a total of 339 words but I wanted to include it bc I need to write more of it sdlkfsd. but it's basically davenport teaching magnus how to drive the starblaster, and what lead Up to that decision. and then maybe having magnus convince dav to teach the others, or magnus himself teaching the others. they gotta know!! just in case!! [cycle 65 looms ominously in the distance]

the lucretia-barry one is basically a fill-in-the-gaps story of what happened with the two of them during the voidfished years. interacting both with Lich Barry *and* with Madam Director. and kinda just,, the parallels and how they play off each other. they're both so certain they're in the right, and that the other is in the wrong, but that doesn't erase 100 years of caring about each other.

basic vibe is "i hate that you're doing this, but I'm not going to leave you helpless." here's a snippet with lucretia going to retrieve the Bulwark Staff!

“I’m gonna have to say, this was, uh, this was not where I was expectin’ to find you, ‘Creesh.” Lucretia jumped as Barry’s ghostly form appeared on the other boat bench, drawing her wand and shooting off a spell before she even realized what she was doing. Barry dodged without much affair. “Leave me alone, Barry,” Lucretia said, shaking out her hands. If she had pulled a muscle from that— good gods, the world really had it out for her right now. “I’m not trying to start a fight,” Barry said. “I’m just—” He sighed, his form shrinking a little bit. “I wanna understand you, Luce.” “Now’s not the time,” Lucretia said. She began to row again. “Well, I don’t exactly have fantasy g-cal handy right now, so we can't exactly set a date and a time—” “Barry—”

[starmocha]

NOT THE PANDAAAAA OUTFIT LMAO

you know what's funny? I think sylus would totally pull it off. the confidence he has is off the charts. you suggest wearing that onesie as a silly prank and he'd be like "well, sweetie, now you'll have to live with the kowledge i made you cum there times before I even got out of this ridiculous outfit. 🙃"

to be totally honest, I like the idea snowdrop's conception comes from one of zayne's punishments a tiny bit better but it's mostly because of the whole you love to test me don't you dynamic

like, they're already on the same page about really reaaaalyy wanting a baby so mc's efforts to provoke and break her husband only exist cause she's a menace, a brat, and listen...listen....there's a bit of an ego boost that factors in her actions. knowing you can make a handsome, tall, kind and extremely talented doctor stop whatever he's doing just to come home and teach you a lesson would drive any girl mad with power

but the chocolate is sweet cause of what he says in that card

"you keep saying i'm drunk, so must I always be sober?" implying that he knows he's extremely harsh on himself

aaaaand

"had I not been drunk, I might have not received the kind of care I received last night"

beyond the obvious meaning, I think he was talking about reliquinshing some control. we know he's a soft dom, but there must be times when he just wants to get sucked off or ridden into oblivion without a care in the world. he's still gripping her waist and helping her move but instead of "you're a good girl, I know you can take it, you're so good at taking it" it's more like "good girl, my good girl, don't stop, please"

xavier really is intimidating to write! he's so complex. the angel face and soft voice really tricks people. but i'm always on the hunt for papa!xavier fics--he's out there beefing with bakers and children BUT he'd be absolutely mesmerized by his own kid, his own family. ever since we learned the dude literally glows while he's truly happy, I can't shake the thought of him holding his newborn and glowing so bright 🥰

I WAS GOING TO ASK ABOUT BABY PILOT'S CONCEPTION

did you manage to listen to his 85 affinity secret times? not gonna spoil...i'm just gonna say that when we finally get his kiss card, i'm gonna lose my mind like I did with sylus

before his kiss card, there's were a lot of secret times and other affinity calls that made it quite clear they were making out and fooling around but NOTHING prepared me for night of secrecy

calebmc's gonna destroy me. endless summer and hidden waves already wrecked me with how clear it is he's suffering 24/7 because he wants mc so much

with how pent up those two are for each other, i wouldn't be surprised if baby pilot was conceived on the first night his parents had together 🥹

she'd tell him the news and he'd be "welp, better start building that house for us after all 🤗"

ALKJFAL;A;AF;LALAKL omg the way I just pictured this:

MC: *has just given birth to baby Birdie, cradling her with a look of adoration* I can't believe she's finally here... Sylus: Can you believe a panda suit had a part in making our precious daughter? MC: ... *covering daughter's ears* I'm going to shoot you again.

Oh, don't worry, anon! I'm still going with the punishment plot. The chocolate thing was just a "haha, can you imagine?" thought I had. Although...what if a pregnant MC passes off all of those chocolate to Zayne, saying not-so-innocently, "Well, I can't have any alcohol while I'm pregnant and we wouldn't want these to go to waste, right? 🥺" knowing full damn well she's gonna get the fucking of her life. imagine he builds up his alcohol tolerance and doesn't tell her and pretends to act drunk letting her think she's in control until it's too late and she realizes he's more sober than he lets on, but oops it's too late and what's this now she's in a mating press taking that beautiful cock like a good girl

Actually.....there is something so sexy when a dom wants to relinquish control occasionally....oh, and the power of words.......using particular words....a certain tone....the right emphasis...... have i mentioned lately how i am still wrecked by immediate disorder

ever since we learned the dude literally glows while he's truly happy

WHAT. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN i truly am behind on Xav's stuff i still need to read the last 3 chapters for Xav in Savage Overture and I just...haven't.... orz

did you manage to listen to his 85 affinity secret times?

Not yet! I am close! I just got to 80 today, but I have been seeing people hyping about that Secret Time. NGL...any time I see Caleb and 85, I scroll down real fast lol *still lowkey salty that someone spoiled the Foreseer's ending last year because they didn't want to tag spoilers 😔*

omg do we want baby Pilot to be a surprise baby

I can see him being so thrilled because this just makes the relationship feels more real and permanent but he's gonna adore his son so much. Snowdrop may bear 95% similarity with Zayne, but Pilot is Caleb 2.0 in terms of looks, personality, and mannerism. MC's genes did not have a chance lol

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Hi Kiko! I'm glad to hear you'll be starting your new job soon! So exciting!!

And thank you for the update on Atlas🥺! I'm happy to see him doing so much better!! (And that picture of him as a kitten??🥺🥺🥺omgg so cutee). Also you mentioned he is part Maine Coon, is he a big boy then? Because I know Maine Coon cats can grow pretty big.

I hope the new year hass been good so far for you! For me its been a bit hectic with university but not too bad so far. I'm also taking driving lessons to hopefully finally get my license in the summer!

And I have another fun random question about Goinko for you. What do you think their icks would be about one another? (I feel like Gojo seriously wouldn't be able to find any because he's just that whipped for Rinko haha)

HELLO. I AM ALSO EXCITED, AND TERRIFIED. It's completely in-office, which I haven't done in years. My old job was hybrid, and my most recent job was fully remote. I have to wear real pants for this new job 😭😭😂

Atlas IS a big boy. He's already bigger than Arli, who is just a domestic shorthair. She's going on... seven(?) years old now, and Atlas is already about three or four pounds heavier than she is at just over a year old. But the vet says he's at a healthy weight! He also looks bigger sometimes because he's SO FLOOFY. SO FUCKING FLOOFY. But he's long, too. Like, very long. But his tail is kinda short. (hehe. i'm a child for laughing at all the euphemisms that can be made 😂)

The new year has been mostly uneventful so far! I've been trying to spend the time before I start my new job relaxing and catching up on some chores I let fall flat because of my extreme depression 🫠

Good luck with this semester of school! And with your driving lessons! If you don't mind my asking, are you in the states or somewhere else? And do you have a specific reason for not getting your license until now? I know the driving age is different in a few countries, but some people also just choose not to get their license if they don't want/need!

As for your Goinko question: What are their 'icks' about each other?

BRUH. I'VE NEVER REALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS. I also don't have a super good understanding of what this means... DOES THIS MEAN I'M OLD? 😭 google only kinda helped 🥲

We'll just do Another Level for now, but maybe in the future, I'll do Physical Paradox, too! (when i have a better understanding for what this actually means)

Gojo with Rinko:

Whenever she does something that reminds him of the Zenins too much. I think her sneer is one, oddly enough. Like, her really mean sneer that literally matches Naobito or Naoya perfectly.

When she speaks poorly of herself or tries to run from a situation when they have a disagreement. As their relationship develops now that they're together, I can see her avoidant personality really bothering him.

Little ones I think could include silly things like how much detergent she uses when washing clothes, how she hangs her shirts in the closet once they've moved in together completely... I'll probably think of more as time goes on?? maybe??

Rinko with Gojo:

him drinking is for sure one. but idk if that counts?

when he refused to take teaching seriously

when/if he keeps up the facade of overconfidence when they're alone instead of being honest with her...

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there are definitely more, but I AM STRUGGLING, AND I WANT TO ANSWER THIS INSTEAD OF LETTING IT SIT FOR WEEKS.

but in reality, they're so whipped for each other that most things they can just talk through or get over?? like idk if that matters for icks?? WHAT EVEN IS AN ICK. I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND.

I WILL DO A BETTER VERSION OF THIS IN THE FUTURE ONCE I HAVE A BETTER HANDLE ON IT. IT'S ADDED TO MY LIST OF THINGS TO WRITE 😬