#things i made that i am proud of and think my friends would like!!! woohoo!!!!!

[turtleteched]

"angel" - ds. 2024.

alternative title: what dadt does to a motherfucker fr

thing i made a while ago about masculinity and queerness and religion and the military. writing by me, images from top gun 1986/various navy ads. click for better quality :3

rbs okay and appreciated!!

full poem right here ⬇️

[calculatorguitar]

so I just watched across the spider-verse for the second time (woohoo!) and I would just like to list some things that I noticed/loved about this movie!

SPOILERS!!!! 

- During the gorgeously animated Spot sequence (the first one in black and white), when the Spot is explaining to Miles that his spider came from univere 42, we can see a kid with two braids in a classroom. It’s very likely that this is the Miles we saw later on in the movie.

- Gwen’s whole world! ugh it’s just visually stunning! The way the background also factors i the emotions at play quite literally reduced me to tears. Muah muah chef’s kiss!

- I’ve seen a lot of people talking about how Miguel is different from other spider-people and I would jus like to add my two cents. Miguel IS Spider-man, but he became him in such a different way to the others. This is why he basically has to inject the spider venom (?) into himself. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have the spider sense either? In the scene where he, Gwen and Jess are fighting against the Leonardo Da Vinci Vulture, Miguel is just standing there, preaching to Gwen, while the Vulture is LITERALLY STANDING RIGHT THERE??? RIGHT BEHIND HIM??? Gwen just... doesn’t alert him about it and instead makes it a quippy joke, but it seems to me like he either doesn’t have a spider sense (a pretty significant part of being a spider-person) or it just decided not to work at that moment. Also interesting about Miguel is that his trauma has skewed his view so much that he is barely even recognisable as a Spider-man anymore. For example: he makes a giant mistake resulting in a whole universe being wiped out. Teenager unknowingly makes a mistake that could have the same result if not handled correctly. Now. How would your average run-of-the-mill Spider-man handle this? You know how he would NOT usually handle it? By BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF SAID TEENAGER AT MULTIPLE DIFFERENT POINTS IN TIME. Miguel also genuinely believes that there’s a certain structure to being Spider-man. There’s certain trauma-checkpoints you have to hit in order to be Spider-man. That’s... I don’t even know what to say except that that’s really messed up. The scene where he just CAGES Miles, presumably to wait there until his dad died? That’s not how you should go about any of this!!! I mean I shouldn’t even have to say that. It’s HOW you wear the mask that matters. 

- Okay enough about Miguel (didn’t know I had that much to say about him tbh). The characters in this movie were extremely strong! The ones we got to meet all had a clear, discernible personalities. I am definitely not immunce to the comic relief characters and I have gained new favourite characters in Hobie and Pavitr (like p much everyone else lol)

- Miles. Miles I’m so. Wow. He’s not eve real but I’m so proud of him. I nearly bawled when he tried to “come out” as Spider-man, while I had already figured out that he was in the wrong universe. Just. God. This poor boy. He was lierally going to study quantum physics so he could see his friends again only to find out that they had the chance to do exactly that this whole time and just chose not to. It was a gutpunch when it was revealed they knew that his dad was going to die this whole time. My heart was audibly beating for him the entire last 50 minutes of the movie, that’s how anxious it all made me.

I have so much more to say about all of it, but this post is already the longest I’ve ever made so I’m just gonna cut it short for now. I would love to hear all of your thoughts on this! This is just what I got from the movie, but I’m sire I could have misinterpreted some thing, so please do tell me what you all think!

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🥑🌻🪐🥐☁️🎨 🧩 for Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

1. 🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

Probably the members of my Broblematic server (@outofstrings (bird and fae collectively, u may know of the Post-Cal ask blog), @future-geometries (Jess u are the first person I thought of) and definitely @alexharrier , who I think would probably hide me from the law even if I didn't explain the crime. I am not including beloved @chaton-katreal because I think she is too gentle, i would not want to muck up her life with murder!)

Or you know, my actual partner @notanotherdoodleblog probably LOL

All fantastic people, worth of hiding crimes.

2. 🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

Honestly most of my friends are pretty busy adulting 8( so we don't get to talk as much as I'd like to. @eggwyrt because our timezones are almost earth opposites. I love u!!!! I miss you!!

3. 🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

- I've got two real life best friends that I get together with and have coffee every weekend together, and sometimes do other things, and this is significant to me because adulthood makes it hard to keep friends, let alone see them.

- I got into the marine ecology lab at my school that I have been pushing for entrance into, despite missing a pre-req. I get to be on a boat for eight hours next quarter! Woohoo!

- I got fanart for a fic I am very proud of but very rarely interact with anybody about, which has boosted my confidence and made me feel really good, and each comment I've gotten since they posted the art has made my heart sing extra loud!

4. 🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

Tbh I can't think of anything off the top of my head. My partner and I met through RVB, however, so we reference old seasons to each other fairly regularly, and I like to think we have a pretty good time c:

5. ☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

(i do not even like Simmons that much but it's a solid username and now is part of my brand. also I am classically a blue team girly lol)

6. 🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

This is an impossible task. Insurmountable, even. There are several!! Many!!! How can I pick one?? So I will list a few:

A. Everything anyone has ever drawn for my fanfics at all ever.

B. SPECIFICALLY everything @alexharrier has drawn for me, ever. Especially specially specially these two gifs which actually make me fucking insane every time I see them.

Honestly, this had me making sounds so incoherent only dogs could hear them, years ago when I did not consider my fic would be special to anyone. I really really really treasure them.

Also both my birthday gifts, Bro at Disneyland, and Bro at Home Depot 💕

C. This artwork for RNG chapter 66, from @101-sve . It is also special to me, and it's been my wallpaper on my phone ever since c: the atmosphere, the warmth, the halo of their hair i just... Yeah!!!!

D. Recent, probably familiar still, this Holy Fucking Shit Beautiful Atmospheric work of art for metempsychosis!!!! by @askinsufferableprickmod . I really actually cannot stop looking at it. It's so gorgeous, and honestly even if it had nothing to do with me I would still be in love with it. The concept of the kids are Gods, as beings outside the mortal world they made for themselves, all that is visible here, and I really really love it!

* I know all of these are things people have drawn for me, for my content, but honestly that is why they are my favorites! It is touching to see someone put heart into something that is related to something you, yourself, also put heart into!!! I love it!!!! I love these talented artists!!!!!

ALSO: we all know Theater of Coolty, but it is so beloved to me, I can recite it in my sleep lol.

7. 🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately

On top of the other reasons I said I don't like things, you do actually have to convince me 6 times outta 10 if you want me to read a Homestuck fic in the third person. There is just something to the flavor of 2nd person that hits different. There is a reason different perspectives exist, and I think they can all be utilized well, but something about that classic, well-patterned "you, and then you" just gets me, you know?

[aristocratic-otter]

Woohoo, I'm down to five WIPs again! (Ok, at least two are waiting in the wings. But I officially haven't started writing those yet, so they don't count.) It's late, but I haven't posted in forever, so I'm determined to do that today.

It's been a long time since I posted, and so much glorious work has gone up in that time. Friends, your talent humbles me, and at the same time makes me so proud of the brilliancy of this fandom. Thank you to @cutestkilla, @palimpsessed, @blackberrysummerblog, @nightimedreamersghost, @fatalfangirl, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @shemakesmeforget, @artsyunderstudy

Snippets and tags under the cut

From: To Heal a Broken Mind (House AU):

“I regret…I regret so many things. But, most of all, I regret pushing you away. Making you think I hated you. Making you feel less.”

He looks surprised. “Making me think you hated me? You didn’t hate me?”

I shake my head. “I never did. I just…there were so many outside influences in my life, people I desperately wanted to please or impress, and being friendly with Mage’s chosen one would have made those people very unhappy. I’m sorry. I should have made my own decisions about how to act. But I was young, and stupid.”

“We both were, Baz,” Simon says, and he reaches out a hand and lays it over mine. It’s warm and soft. It’s clearly been years since he used it in the kind of manual labour and exercise that used to make his skin hard and calloused. I stare at it. “I was a prat to you, too. I gave as good as I got, honestly. We were both immature brats. I stopped blaming you for that years ago, Baz.”

“I—” I clear my throat, trying to pull back the tears that burn my eyes at his forgiveness. I don’t deserve it. But I’ll take it. I try again. “I want to try again, Snow. Try to be friends, I mean. If you’re willing to give me another chance.”

Simon smiles broadly, and this time there’s no hint of sadness in his face. “I’d love to, Baz.”

If my heart wants to hear those words as “I love you, Baz,” I’ll never tell. 

From: Raising Dragons

I’m desperate enough that I’ve even asked Shepard Bunce for advice. He was the least comforting of all. “I don’t know too many hybrids,” he told me. “And they were all creature/normal hybrids, not creature/mage hybrids. But I do know that the creature powers and instincts were reduced in the hybrid offspring. Like the Jersey devil’s two kids can only make folk anxious with their screams, not out-of-their-mind-with-terror like the screams of their monster parent.”

From: Double Your Pleasure (EGF 2023, posting next week)

Suddenly, I need to see his beautiful eyes. “Baz…” I whisper.

His long, thick black eyelashes quiver, and his pale pink tongue peeks out of his mouth long enough to glide wetly over his lips. Slowly, so slowly, he tilts his head towards me and, when he’s finally facing me, his eyes flicker open. They’re misty with pleasure and so dilated I can only see a ring of pewter around the black irises, but I feel my heart settle into a more contented rhythm once I can see them. 

“I love you,” I whisper.

From: Westward Son (COTTA 2021)

Penelope’s alive and that’s the most important thing, I tell myself as we make the last few short crossings, from island to island and island to shore. I don’t tell Simon that. I know he’d agree with me, but he loved those animals. He’d given them all names and he’d cared for them and babied their every hurt. His face has been drenched with tears on top of river water ever since he realized.

From: Saving Simon Snow

Simon

Two days ago, I was certain I’d be dead of deliberate starvation by now. Two hours ago, I was certain that Baz’s plan had no chance of working, that he’d doomed himself along with me.

Now? I’m certain of nothing. 

I just know that Baz’s life rests on me convincing him to go through with this. I know he hates me. I know that being married to me is probably revolting to him. But I noticed what Baz apparently did not. I am magically cursed to not be able to be unfaithful to him. Baz is not under any compulsion at all. 

Even if I’ll never be happy, even if Baz is forced to keep me hanging around, a perpetual roommate, he can still find love in someone else’s arms. 

From: A secret project, gift fic for members of the discord valentine's exchange (will be posted on AO3 once everyone has gotten their valentines:

“Whoa,” Simon breathes. “D’you think it was real dragons? And are they still there?”

“Not likely,” I answer him. “This city has been settled for far too long for any dragon to be comfortable near it, I think. But they may have been here in the distant past. It was in this region where St. George reputedly slew a dragon. Though those old Christian priests were infamous exaggerators. Probably George fought a crocodile or a monitor lizard.”

Tagging for Wednesday, or just passing along a belated happy Valentine's day to you all, everyone above as well as

@annabellelux, @bazzybelle, @basiltonbutliketheherb, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @excalisbury, @fight-surrender, @fatalfangirl, @facewithoutheart, @giishu, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @johnwgrey, @jbrrring, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @larkral, @letraspal, @messofthejess, @moodandmist, @martsonmars, @mostlymaudlin, @nightimedreamersghost, @onepintobean, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @theearlgreymage, @technetiumai, @tea-brigade, @whogaveyoupermission, @whatevertheweather, @yellobb-old, @yeonjunenby

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Vee's birthday project day 2

A/n: DAY 2 WOOHOO. And this one was an absolute delight to write. I think this might be on the list of my favorite drabbles to write for Jungkookie ever.

Let's get into it then shall we?

Delayed flights and lattes.

Tagging: @minniesvenus

A delayed flight isn't the worst thing in the world is it?

Well, no but it's quite high on the list.

Especially if the list isn't even that long.

You could think of only a few things that genuinely pissed you off, and the fact that it was 11:30 pm on the eve of your birthday and your flight back home had been indefinitely delayed for the time being would definitely be up there.

You checked your phone for the 5th time in 5 minutes and rolled your eyes at the sluggish pace of the time passing and slipped lower on the uncomfortable waiting area bench.

Midnight came and went, bringing a swift buzzing from your phone as a storm of happy birthday messages popped up.

One of the reasons you were looking forward to being in the air by midnight was that you could miss the barrage of generics 'happy birthday's which were definitely half assed.

You realized there would atleast be one person who's wish was going to be genuine and you smiled softly as you skimmed through your best friend's message, heart melting at the reminiscences of the past year. Yup, birthday wishes weren't that bad were they.

As it neared 1 am, there was an announcement about your flight, letting people know the flight was rescheduled for 2:30 am. You sighed softly, well atleast you knew now when you'd leave. You hated being left in the dark.

A coffee was required now. And who knows maybe even a donut or cupcake with it. It was your birthday after all. You stood up and stretched, feeling a little sore since the bench had been anything but comfortable.

You grabbed your luggage and made towards the cafe nearby.

The cafe was empty, well almost, as you saw one man in a black sweatshirt and long, fluffy hair working on one of the tables and that was it. To be fair, it was quite late so the airport was quite empty too.

As the realization settled in, you looked around and were delighted by the vibe. This wasn't so bad.

You ordered your latte and a donut and went to sit at the table near the window, near where the man was sitting.

Even at a rudimentary glance, you could see that though he was wearing a mask, he was incredibly handsome. A faint frown sat on his brows and you imagined he might have his lips downturned under that mask.

You snapped out of it, definitely staring for too long as it was, but just as you checked your phone again and looked up, you caught a glimpse of his earrings twinkling in that impressive mane of hair.

God, he really was so damn handsome.

The waitress approached him then, asking him if he'd like a cushion for his back since he'd been sitting in the chair like that for a long time, apparently working.

You noticed that when he looked up at the waitress, his frown disappeared and a soft smile graced his eyes.

And when he spoke... Even his voice was smooth a calming. He politely declined, saying he was comfortable like this and was grateful for the concern. The waitress left, a little dejected and you wondered if her concern was merely a way to talk to the handsome stranger.

Well, you wouldn't blame her. You had already established that he was incredibly attractive.

By the time your order came to you, you had caught the guy's eye.

And you weren't proud to say that it had been when you were already looking at him.

You were sure your cheeks were pink and you prayed he'd looked away since you'd ducked your head immediately.

You looked at the chocolate glazed donut in front of you, and took a sip of your coffee.

You were debating on making a wish. Your friend was always big on making wishes, and it was a habit you'd picked up from her. You weren't too sure you believed in stuff like that but were still willing to entertain her, and well, a birthday wish was traditional.

So you closed your eyes, clasped your hands and made a wish.

"Happy birthday to me I guess" you mumbled and took a bite.

But then your eyes found the handsome stranger again, and this time he was staring at you.

Directly at you, with the softest eyes.

Fuck, had he heard you?

Was that pity in his eyes?

Did he think you were some sad girl, spending her birthday alone in an airport cafe?

Oh no.

Oh noooo.

But then he nodded at you, and went back to work and your tense muscles eased considerably.

Apparently, he wasn't the judgemental type, thank god.

You peacefully finished your food and drink, occasionally stealing glances at the way his hair fell over his forehead and how his tattooed fingers tapped away rapidly at the keyboard.

A little while later, there was an announcement for the boarding of the flight to Los Angeles, and the man finally looked around, then typed a few final words before closing his laptop and stretching, a hum of relief leaving him.

Ahhhh, how endearing. Especially the way he frowned in satisfaction. You hadn't seen that expression ever before.

He then smiled at you, and tore a tiny piece of paper from the notebook next to his laptop and scribbled something, folding it and placing it in his pocket before packing his stuff and going up to the counter.

You noticed that the waitress had been eagerly watching his every move (much like you) and visibly brightened up when he pulled the piece of paper from his pocket.

Her smile dimmed only slightly as he mumbled something you couldn't catch as she flashed a glance at you, making you immediately look away.

When you heard the bell tinkle signalling the door had opened, you looked up again to catch his broad shoulders leaving the cafe, his backpack over one and hair bouncing with every step. You followed him through the glass of the window before he turned and disappeared and a strange sadness settled into your stomach to watch him go.

His presence really had felt like the strangest, most peaceful thing. He had been silent the whole time, but it had been nice. You smiled sadly and finished the coffee in your cup that was cold by now.

"Excuse me miss" the waitress stood above you.

"Oh... Yes?" You blinked.

"The gentleman earlier, left this for you." She placed the folded note on your table and bowed and retreated.

With a racing heart and slightly fumbling fingers you grabbed the note.

"Happy birthday stranger" followed by a number.

You smiled.

Fuck him, even his handwriting was pretty.

[itsallyscorner]

so, I was watching the video that came out today and I was thinking about a age gap seb x reader around his friends like Jessica or maybe chace? And they're just hanging out and they both have this lovesick look on their faces and when she leaves the room for some reason they don't waste any time addressing how in love she is with him, and sebs glad bc they were kinda wary of her at first?

Hiyaaa babes! This is my first request so woohoo🥳 Since you mentioned the video, I literally thought of the pictures that were released while they were filming 355, and now I can’t get the image of Seb in Paris because holy shit he looked good. So I’m gonna be using Jessica❤️

- This came out so long, I’m a sucker for background info and can’t get past writing a story without one💀 Enjoy!💜

💌.

Lovesick

You and Sebastian were unexpected. Literally the chances of you guys getting together were so off and you guys were at different times of your lives. He was in his late 30s, already living most of his life as a successful actor. While you were in your early 20s still in college working on your doctoral degree to become a Pharmacist (It was the only major I could think of atm because it’s the one I’m planing on lol.) You guys met at the cafe near your campus. You always went there every morning and would spot him drinking his morning coffee with his nose stuck in a new script he was reading. You two would sneak glances at each other, admiring each other from afar. Until one day when the cafe was fairly packed and you needed a place to sit. You spotted his familiar face and asked him if you could sit in the seat across from him. Obviously he agreed and you guys talked, getting to know each other the whole time. When it was time for you to leave for classes, you guys exchanged numbers and kept in touch.

Which brings us to today. You and Sebastian have been going strong for about a year now and were approaching your second year together. Though you two are as happy as can be and are still in the honeymoon phase (even after a year), the first few months of the relationship were quite rough. There was an obvious age gap between you two, it didn’t bother you two as much, but the public didn’t react too nicely about it. Your parents weren’t too fond of the idea of you dating an older man, but after getting to know him they knew his intentions with you were well. Same goes for your friends and family. When it came to his fans and the media finding about your relationship, that’s when it went to shit.

The media made Sebastian look like some creep who was going through a midlife crisis for dating someone much younger than him. A few “fans” even claimed that he were a “groomer” after pictures of you and him heavily making out on the street were released. These issues caused some bumps in the road for your relationship, though after many arguments, you two realized that the only opinions that mattered were each other’s.

Now you two were staying at a hotel in Paris. Sebastian was currently working on a big project, “The 355”, something he was very excited about. This was one of the first projects that he was really involved in, from script to screen, he played a pretty big role in this project.

You were typing up a report for your class when Sebastian entered the hotel room. He was still in his set clothes, a light blue shirt, dark jeans, and a pair of Chelsea boots. He approached the bed where you were typing and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Hey sweetheart, how’s school going?” He greeted you as he settled himself on the bed, laying on his side.

“Meh, it’s going...but I finished my report on time. Now I just need to proofread it.” You smiled as you finished typing the last sentence of your report. When Sebastian discovered he was going to film in Paris, he immediately told you, knowing you’ve been dreaming of visiting Paris. Luckily for the both of you, your school allowed you to do online learning (it probably doesn’t work like that but just go with it) and you were able to tag along with him.

“I’m sure it’s prefect, you’re a great writer.” He complimented, you hummed in response. Turning to him you run your hand through his short hair making him lean into your touch. You loved his fluffy hair but the short hair was starting to grow on you.

Sebastian turned his head and pressed a kiss into your palm, stormy eyes gazing up at you.

“How has your day been?” You asked.

“It was good. We got through a good amount of scenes without messing up, so I’d say it was a successful day.” He answered. You smiled at his enthusiasm. Sebastian’s face always lit up when he was talking about a project and it was one of the things you admired most about him, his passion for his work.

“So, you’ve been cooped up in this damn hotel all day. Why don’t you come to dinner with me and the cast tonight? You’ve been waiting to visit Paris all your life and you haven’t even been outside this hotel for days.” He suggested. It was true, you haven’t done much but do school work, order room service, and binge watch shows on Netflix.

“Are you sure they’d want me to come? I might be intruding.” Honestly you were nervous to meet the rest of the cast. You’ve met Jessica a few times but they were brief and she seemed like she didn’t like you. Though that could just be your thoughts making you paranoid, you were still nervous to meet the people Seb worked with. You didn’t want them to think you were using him for money or to travel around the world because you weren’t. You loved Sebastian for himself, not the money and the fame, you could care less about all that.

But they were still Sebastian’s friends and you wanted to have a good first impression on them. You didn’t want them to think you were just some immature college girl who needed money to pay off her college funds.

Noticing you were drifting off, Sebastian pressed another kiss into your palm and grasps it. “You wouldn’t be intruding, Jessica actually suggested you come along.” He mentioned.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, baby. Come on, let’s put this stuff away and get ready. We’re having dinner at the Eiffel Tower.”

“I— the Eiffel Tower?”

•

To say you were intimidated and scared shitless was an understatement. Here you were in the Eiffel Tower having dinner with some of the most talented women in Hollywood. Like seriously Jessica Chastain, Lupita Nyong’o, Penélope Cruz, and Diane Kruger. Of course Seb and Édgar Ramírez where there as well. Then there was you, NYC local college student. You didn’t wanna say you felt out of place, but you did. These were successful people who probably starred in some of the movies you watched growing up. Now you’re literally in the Eiffel fucking Tower having dinner with them.

Dinner was going smoothly, everyone was talking about the set, shared some funny stories, and you were keeping to yourself simply eating your steak. That was until the attention was brought to you.

“So (y/n), Sebastian mentioned you were in college, what are you studying?” Jessica asked. Everyone turned to you and you swear you felt like a deer in headlights. Seb nudged your thigh with his, a reassuring smile on his face.

“Yes I am! I’m actually taking a PharmD program at St. John Fisher to become a Pharmacist.” you answered.

“For your masters?” She followed up curiously, slightly leaning forward to you.

“No, for my doctoral degree.” You corrected her proudly. You didn’t want to come off as an ass, but you were proud of your work and you worked your ass off for it.

Everyone at the table was taken back by your response. Except Sebastian, who had a just as proud smile on his face. They knew you were in college but not studying something as serious as Pharmacy.

“St.John Fisher College? I had a cousin that went there, it’s a great college.” Lupita was the first to break the silence.

“So are you working in the field yet? For some experience?” Penélope chimed in. Sebastian snorted, “Oh she has experience, trust me.”

You chuckled as you softly smacked Seb’s bicep, “Well currently, I’m interning as a Pharmacy Tech at a hospital pharmacy. They’re thinking about making me a permanent one until I graduate so fingers crossed!”

As you answered all their questions about your personal life and your major, Sebastian couldn’t help but just admire you. Just like how you admired the way he talked about his projects, he admired the way you got lost in rambling about your soon career. The way your eyes lit up, how your hands moved while you talked, and that hint of a smile on your face. He absolutely adored every single thing about you.

Dinner continued, the last question for you about why you chose to do college in New York, which segwayed into a conversation about— well New York. As the others talked about their love for the city, Sebastian wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Your back was now pressed to his chest, both of you not listening to the conversation. You pressed a kiss to his arm and looked back at him.

“Hey you.” You hummed at him rubbing your thumb along his arm.

“Hi.” He gazed down at you with that smile that made his eyes crinkle. The moment was interrupted by your phone ringing. Quickly glancing at the contact ID, it was the hospital pharmacy you interned for.

“You should take that.” Seb whispered into your ear.

“No, Seb that’s rude. We’re at dinner, I’m sure it can wait.”

“I have a good feeling about this call, draga mea.” He coaxed you. Having a feeling that he might be right you excuse yourself from the table. When you’re gone the table goes quiet.

“Sebastian, you’ve got one hell of a girlfriend.” Penélope stated as the rest of the table agreed.

“She’s so smart! What the hell, a doctoral degree? Kudos to her because the amount of motivation I would need to even try!” Jessica followed up with an amazed look on her face.

“I think you guys are forgetting to mention how whipped they both are for each other! Those two were in their own world over there!” Lupita pointed out. The whole table laughed as Sebastian was turning red. Of course he was whipped, he knew he was.

“I love her guys, she’s, she’s something else. The spunk she has, her intelligence, she’s-,” Sebastian began to list but was cut off by Édgar, “Out of your league?”

The whole table burst into laughter as they agreed with Édgar. You were also coming back to the table after your call. Sebastian spotted you, eyes connecting to yours immediately.

“Everything alright?”

“They gave me the permanent job!”

draga mea - my darling 

[tillthelandslide]

The Perfect Trio: Henry Cavill / Anya Chalotra Fake Instagram

A/N: Hi everyone, this is a little bit of a different fake instagram post that I’ve made. I hope you like it.

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your_username:

your_username This was the moment Henry found out that the Witcher got picked up for another season! Beyond proud of you @henrycavill and also excited for everyone, I know it’ll be amazing. The Witcher Season 1 is now out on Netflix and I highly recommend you watch it, you’ll get to see the amazing work @laurenhissrich has done and the amazing characters that @henrycavill @anyachalotra @freyaallan and @joeybateyofficial and many more have brought to life

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henrycavill So excited!!

    ↳ your_username me too baby!!

anyachalotra Thank you so much for all of your support and love, so glad to have a friend like you

freyaallan Thank you! ALSO this is so cute

fan8 The way he’s squeezing her, adorable... literal definition of a bear hug

joeybateyofficial This is sweet

laurenhissrich woohoo!

your_username:

your_username Happy Anniversary @anyachalotra you absolute beauty. No we are not dating to those who do not know us 😂. But exactly one year ago today, I met you on the set of the Witcher... Henry had told me all about his amazing co-stars and about how lucky he felt to be working with such talented and upcoming actors. I met you and my life changed, you became my best friend quicker than anything else. I am so lucky to have a friend like you and I am so grateful to my love @henrycavill for introducing us

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anyachalotra I love you so much. Thank you @henrycavill

  ↳ henrycavill You're welcome, but please don't take her from me

  ↳ anyachalotra No promises

henrycavill I love you

  ↳ your_username Love you more

freyaallan Beautiful 😍 happy anniversary 😂😘 @anyachalotra @your_username

  ↳ your_username Love you 💙 @freyaallan

  ↳ anyachalotra Love you 💜 @freyaallan

user902 This friendship is so stupid wtf. Who would want to become best friend with someone their boyfriend kisses ??

  ↳ user1 I 100% agree, so stupid, I dont like her anyway, would rather anya and henry get together

anyachalotra:

anyachalotra Today marks one year of knowing the absolute beautiful, wonderful, amazing, phenomenally talented and caring @your_username. The Witcher truly changed my life, I not only got the opportunity of a lifetime to play such a fantastic role, but I met some of the best people I have ever met. Working with Henry was an absolute joy but when he introduced me to you (whom he loves very much🥺) I knew I had met a lifelong best friend💕

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your_username So glad I met you 💕 also I love this picture 💕

    ↳ anyachalotra Me too 💕 best wrap party ever

Fan8 There friendship is cute don't get me wrong... But how can Yn be okay with Henry having to kiss her (now) best friend

    ↳ your_username I trust them both very much and its there job 💕

    ↳ hoeforhenry We stan a trusting queen

lovehenryandyn SO SO cute

user902 not really... so weird... bet henry is cheating on her with anya

   ↳ lovehenryandyn this is so rude, they trust each other, stop hating on them

anyachalotra:

anyachalotra two peas in a pod. @your_username forced Henry to take this 😂

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your_username My wife 💕

     ↳ henrycavill excuse me?

     ↳ your_username metaphorically speaking. You're my one and only Hen💕 sorry @anyachalotra (you're my wifey still dw)

     ↳ anyachalotra Jealous much @henrycavill 😂

     ↳ henrycavill I mean yeah? Have you seen her? Met her? She's the best

henrycavill You're welcome @anyachalotra

     ↳ anyachalotra For the photo or for introducing me to the @your_username

     ↳ henrycavill Both

     ↳ your_username @henrycavill you're the best

freyaallan So cute. Wish I was there with you guys 💕

     ↳ your_username Me too 💕 we love you and miss you

henrycavill :

henrycavill As you all know, there are certain things in my life that I like to keep private. One of those things has always been my relationships. But then I met @your_username and I wanted everyone to know her, I wanted all of my fans to see how amazing she was. I wanted everyone I worked with to know that I was the lucky guy that got to call her my partner. One of the things I love most about her is her laugh and her smile. This week I haven't seen much of that smile because some people have left her, the love of my life, some truly awful messages. This is my Yn, she is beautiful, loving, caring, talented, a good friend, truly supportive and the most important person in my life. Please love her as much as I do and stop the nasty comments. Yn has taught me that everyone can be a little kinder 💕

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truefan The fact he had to post this in the first place, breaks my heart. I don't think people understand that by hurting his loved ones, you're hurting him

     ↳ fan19 Why did she get hate?

     ↳ truefan Not 100% sure. I know some of it was about her and anyas friendship. Some people were hating on her for being with Henry and being best friends with anya which is so stupid.

anyachalotra The best person around 💕 @your_username

joeybateyofficial The kindest person I had ever met. You're a lucky man and she deserves to smile like that everyday

 henrycavill thanks man 💙

freyaallan Will never forget the day I met you, you were so supportive, kind and sweet and not a single day goes by when you are anything but that 😘💕

hoeforhenry Makes me so sad to see this post. And then you look at the amazing comments and Yn hasn't replied to any of them, probably because she's too upset to come on here now. Wishing you the best ❤️

     ↳ henrycavill She's taking a little break. Appreciate the support though 👍🏼 and so does Yn

laurenhissrich I will always remember when I met Yn, we spoke about her obsession with the Witcher books and games and she told me that she was beyond excited for the show to come out. She said that from what Henry had told her she knew she was going to love it and love our interpretation of it. Since that day she has showed me and everyone working on this project, nothing but support and love, she is always the first to be complimentary and honest and she deserves the very best 💜🤗

fanofhenry These comments are so adorable. Everyone just telling there own stories of her 💜 the haters can f off

your_username:

your_username

My wonderful Henry and my amazing best friend Anya. Nobody will make me feel bad for having these two gems in my life. Thank you everyone who sent me lovely messages and comments. The support means the world to me and I’ll never forget it

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henrycavill Proud of you my love

anyachalotra Stay positive and remember you are the best

fan8 So glad she’s back on here now, the haters are rude and nasty and their comments are ridiculous. This is the perfect trio right here

  your_username Glad to be back! Thanks for this sweet comment

[hyuckth]

finally getting around to writing an intro woohoo!!! thanks to those who already sent their welcome messages, by the way. i’ll get to them soon enough, but hiya! the name’s eula (she/her, gmt +9, 23) or eul if you want it a letter shorter. it has been a while since i made an oc, so what better way to stage my “comeback” than to portray my ultimate fave best boy person in the world as raging fuckboy romantic serial dater ryu hyuck! yay! very fun! i’ll try to make him as interesting??? as possible??? i hope. i have all his pages set up, including his profile, bio, and a plots page, and we’ll arrange something on private messages (unfortunately am not a proud owner of a discord yet). if you’d like to plot and haven’t shot me a message yet, give this a like. anyhow! let’s quit my little chatter and let’s get to knowing him a little better!

his dad is a really genius tech engineer and his mom is a former actress who retired to follow her husband to the us.

so yeah! he’s an actor primarily because of his mom. he and a lotta people like to think he’s got the talent too, but connections takes you places. just throwing it out there!

his secret? “stole his siblings significant other.” just to keep with the brand, ya know? naturally, this would mean he has a sibling! one younger brother by the name of ryu yong (someone please please be his brother it’ll be fun ABEG)

anyway, they move to south korea because his dad got this really big promotion. the company he worked at planned to expand their tech empire and, well, now his dad leads it!

now that all the family stuff is out of the way! hyuck is on the extreeeeeme spectrum of extroverts. if we were to compare him to an animal, he’d probably be a (giant) puppy, always very excited. that’s why he doesn’t really seem like the type to do any wrong.

since he was extremely friendly, he got along with people well. his dad kind of saw this as his biggest asset so as a kid, he was the favorite son. very very spoiled too.

he likes the attention! very much born to become a star!

however what seemed like a harmless little thing grew and grew into greed, so now he can’t stand not being the center of attention, which ultimately led him to collecting girls (and eventually, boys) like funko pops.

a little something about his secret: of course he hates hates hates how he’s being compared to his brother. to him that’s equivalent to not being the center of attention. at the time, his brother had this blooming relationship with a classmate (he seemed real whipped). to distract him, he swoops in and tries to steal the girl, and actually steals her. very petty reason? yeah, cause he’s naturally petty LOL.

his status as an actor right now: he’s one of the biggest rising star known for his face and physique. he started out modelling too, so he was a very familiar face to many.

he’s not actually scared of his secret being exposed, per se. he’s more scared of his past (and present) as a player and an iljin being exposed. very harmful to his career!!!

well, i think that’s it for now! any questions can be directed to me if i ever left out a detail. i know the available plots i’ve prepared are kindaaaa very restricted to his skeleton, but we’re flexible here! brainstorming is welcomed. so in case, here’s some facts??? that might be useful to plotting. (tw: underage drinking, smoking, drugs)

more guys and gals he’s given emotional trauma to, cause he’s an asshole

he’s biiiiig on parties. always present even during high school. drinks? yeah. smokes? yeah. drugs? sometimes.

some basketball friends heyyyy and theater/artsy friends too. 

more high school friends in general because he’s a friendly lil social butterfly.

[qvid-pro-qvo]

hi :-) maybe the prompts “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.” and "Wow." with Sonny please?

we’re back, baby! consider this a woohoo for season 22. sonny carisi x gender neutral reader.

word count: 2164

rating: e for everyone, for long-distance coming together once more (hurt/comfort. no trigger warnings. just love.)

-

It’s been one year, three months, and nine days since you’ve seen Dominick Carisi, Jr. in person. You would add the hours and the minutes, but you think that everyone you talk to gets the picture. When you mention your boyfriend, it’s the one who’s across a country, the one who you call every night, the one who works a tireless job as an NYPD detective. They know, because you can’t stop talking about him.

He’s incredible, after all. Decorated, dedicated, a sweetheart.

He’s incredible, after all. Decorated, dedicated, a sweetheart. You’re gonna marry him, you can’t help but gush, because there’s no one else for you in the whole wide world.

Your friends think you’re insane. After all, there’s something about long-distance that makes everyone nervous. But you don’t let them make you antsy, because you’re the one who gets a call from him every night, especially the nights he works.

Those calls get you through a lot. Those calls get you through good days and bad, those calls are a majority of the relationship now. Calls, FaceTimes, voicemails, texts, emails even… that’s all you both have.

And they go a little something like this.

-

The first call you make after you land in California is to his cell.

Leaving him had felt like leaving your heart and soul back in New York, it’d felt like getting torn apart, it’d felt like a lot of horrible things. But you’d had to, and Sonny’d known that.

You’d known it, too. But knowing doesn’t make packing up any easier. Knowing doesn’t make the plane ride any less lonely. Knowing doesn’t make unpacking a box and finding one of his shirts that accidentally traveled with you any less world-shattering.

It’s to his cell. He picks up almost immediately. You can hear the hustle and bustle of a New York street behind him, a few honks. It’s early, after all, and you’ve traveled back in time. Your body thinks it’s noon, when it’s really nine, and when you step off of the plane the sun hits yours eyes, bright and unexpected. You’re dressed too warm for California, since it’s perfect for the place you left.

You hate it here.

It’s not home.

“Hey,” he breathes into the receiver. You just let out a little gasp. The tears immediately spring to your eyes, but you do your best to keep your head held high, looking around for your luggage.

“Hey, Sonny. I made it. Just. Wanted to let you know.”

“Good. That’s… that’s good.”

The words aren’t enough. They don’t feel like they ever will be.

“So, how’s California look?” he finally asks, when the silence stretches on a little too long. You’ve missed your luggage on the carousel and finally snag it, balancing your phone on your shoulder as you pull off the stuff that’s waiting for you.

So many bags. Your whole life packed away. The rest of it getting shipped.

Your whole life except Sonny. Doesn’t feel like much, but you know it’ll get better. Eventually. With time.

“Sunny,” you finally say, and he snorts.

“Not too sunny without me, I hope.”

You manage a laugh. It’s watery, but it’s a laugh. “Never.”

With time.

-

The morning calls are for you.

He’s already up and at ‘em by the time you’re stirring, and his phone is usually what rouses you. It’s a brilliant alarm clock, one that has you sitting as upright as you can and pulling him close to your ear. His voice makes you want to pull yourself under the covers, settle in and listen for a few hours or days.

“Mornin’, sweetheart.”

You know by this point he’s on his second or third cup of coffee. It depends on how bad the cases are that day, how deep he is in paperwork. But even with the caffeine, the 7:00 AM for you is 10:00 AM for him, and he still sounds like he just rolled out of bed.

“Good morning,” you return, and he chuckles a little, because the sound of your voice is the same level of exhausted. And yet, with his call, you’re rising, throwing back the blankets, moving to the bathroom to start your routine. He’s got fifteen minutes, and you’ve got thirty-five before you have to leave, and you’ll spend the twenty without his voice in your ear thinking about his voice in your ear, and maybe texting him, too.

-

The nighttime calls are for him.

Those, you get to see his face. After all, your 7:00 PM is his 10:00 PM, and some days he’s actually going to bed at that hour. Some days he’s at your shared apartment, sitting in bed with your pillows holding himself up.

Some days he’s in the office. Those calls are short, but sweet.

But what ends up happening is that you start your day with him, and some days, some blissful nights, he gets to go to sleep with you. Seeing you.

“Hey, baby,” you say. You’re usually just getting home at that point, tossing keys into a dish, shutting your door and locking it tight so that Sonny can hear it, see it. It gives him reassurance, the length of a country away. “How was your day?”

“Same old, same old,” he starts out, always, even when the day’s been thrilling, brilliant, a great time. “A day without you.”

And you coo and hum, and he laughs at the scrunch of your nose, and the two of you begin and end your nighttime routines, the days drifting away, another night closer to being reunited.

-

The last call you make from California is for the both of you.

“Wow.” It’s all he can manage. After all, the nights come with face time, and you’ve posed the camera perfectly. You’re dressed to the nines, and you can tell his eyes are scanning you from head to toe. “Jealous of whoever gets to see you at dinner.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “My bosses, Dom. They’re having a going away dinner. A week early, but.”

“I get it, I get it. You’re wanting to tease.” His voice is light, and you wink at him, reaching for your phone and pulling it close so you can see the details. There are bags under his eyes, and he looks a little ragged – it’s been a tough week, he’s told you, one case dogging them day and night. You’re hoping that you can cheer him up, when you get to see him, sooner rather than later.

“Tease you, Dominick Carisi, Jr.? I wouldn’t dare!” you say, and the two of you laugh, through the exhaustion.

“I miss you,” he states. It’s not an admittance, because the two of you have never hidden it. You miss each other, and as your scheduled return date edges closer you can feel the nervous energy. He’s never looked more drained, and you’d do anything to take it from him, the exhaustion.

“I’ll be back soon,” you assure him, and he nods. The conversation lasts a few moments more, and then he has to go, and then you have to go. And you leave with a promise, that you’ll be there before he knows it.

Sooner than he thinks, that’s for sure.

-

One year. Three months. Nine days. But today, that number falls back to zero.

It’s the first call you make once you land, stomp out your boots of the snow you weren’t expecting. You’re used to California winter, mild and warm, and so the New York chill takes you by surprise. Makes you blink, when you peer out from under the awning of the rental car pick-up and feel snow land in your hair. But it’s home, the snow on your boots, the way the wind whips up around your face. You hold your phone up to your ear and let out a shiver.

It rings. Once, twice, three times.

“Hey, doll.”

He answers, and his voice is weary. It’s late, after all, and you’ve lost a few hours, so the direct flight, while five-and-a-half hours, deposits you eight-and-a-half hours in the future with a stomach rumbling for real food and no sun in sight.

He answers. It’s with a yawn, and you realize that you’re hearing the sound of slamming filing cabinets, and you think that in the background you can hear his lieutenant’s voice. He’s living his life, in his world, and you’re so proud of him you can hardly speak. Because you know that he’s working hard when he works late. Working himself to death, it feels like sometimes.

“Hey, Dom. Is this a bad time?” you ask, immediately. Because your surprise is one that works just as well if you’re at the apartment, if you’re cooking him a warm meal or cozied up on the couch for him. But his noise is a negative.

“Nah, just finishing up a case. Took a perp into custody. Wanted to stay behind and see it through before I ditched.”

You’re not fighting exhaustion. You’re trembling from the cold, and shivering from the exposure, and vibrating with happiness as you hand over your credit card to the man behind the counter. The plane ride isn’t beating your delight as you grin at the sound of him. The way his words are lined with the effort of the whole team.

“Great, great. That’s great,” you say, and he must pick up on something. Because his answering hum is teasing, light.

“You sound like the cat that caught the canary,” he laughs. After all, you both have gotten intimately familiar with voices these long months apart, and you know he’s right. So you don’t argue it, just laugh, bite your lower lip as you take your card back.

“Well. Maybe I am,” you say lightly, and push your way through the lines of cars. You keep beeping, hoping to hear something, with no luck just yet. “Are you the canary?”

He chuckles, and you know he’s shrugging with it. “I sure hope so.”

Maybe he’s tilting his head back, leaning in his chair, looking up at the ceiling of the precinct as he talks. Maybe he’s bending forward, hand in his hair, elbows on his knees. Maybe he’s crossing a leg over the other, tapping his fingers on the armrests of his chair. You’ll know soon enough, won’t have to imagine for much longer.

“I think you are. After all, I’ve laid the perfect trap for you,” you say, and you make your voice light, airy. Your carry on and three suitcases are being dragged slowly and carefully behind you, and you finally hear the beep of the car you’re meant to drive for the next three days. It’ll only do a job for one, after all, but it doesn’t need to know that.

“The perfect trap. What’s that?”

“A stop on my way home.” The trunk of the rental beeps, pops open. “I’ve been thinking about it for five hours.”

A beat passes, and you almost think the call’s been dropped. But then Sonny clears his throat, and your grin stretches wide. “What?” There’s a shift in his throat, that you can hear. One that comes with him sitting up. You can see it, if you close your eyes, ignore the windiness of the parking garage.

“Well, you see, if I book it, I can make it that shop before they close. What it’s called… the one by our place?”

And you hear his breath catch. It’s a beautiful sound. It works perfectly with the sound of your luggage tossed in the trunk.

“Yeah, that one. And if I really hurry, then I might be able to pick you up from the precinct.” Your eyes close for a moment, dip your head as you pull back and close the back of the car. When you make it to the car, turn it on, you can hear something like a hiccup leave him, the shuffle of papers, his jaw pop as it unclenches.

“You’re – you’re back in New York?” And his accent is so thick the words run together. “You’re home?”  

And when you laugh it’s thick, too. For a different reason, one that has you wiping at your face, as the engine runs. You sniffle, and he sniffles a little, too, and you can hear his lieutenant’s voice again in the background, muffled.

“Just – just a second, lieu,” he mumbles. He sounds dazed. Confused.

“Stay there,” you insist. “Okay? I’m coming to get you, and then I’ll take you home, and…”

“And?” His voice is hoarse. Cracks, and you chuckle despite yourself. The thought of home. The thought of Sonny Carisi, after all this time. The thought of pulling him close and hugging him tight and leaning into his touches. His touches. The car’s engine is running, and one of your hands reaches for the wheel, runs your fingers along the curve.

“And be yours again, Dom. For as long as you’ll have me.”

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The Masked Singer Season 5 Episode 10: Quarterfinals! ft the “fiesty five” (Commentary & Guesses... well me reiterating the same guesses but adding a new one yay!)

Hello my fellow Masked Singer fanatics! Welcome or welcome back to Ana’s Masked Singer recap, where I, Ana, recap every episode of The Masked Singer excluding those weird sing-a-longs and Road to Finals. If someone goes home and they all sing new songs, then you will most likely see me recap it! And that’s exactly what happened this time... quarterfinals baby! We are almost at the end, only 2 more weeks to go wow! 5 contestants remaining, so let’s start with our 5th place contestant, shall we?

So the person (or should I say people) coming in 5th place and getting eliminated this episode is...

*DRUMROLL PLEASE*

The Russian Dolls 🪆🪆🪆(yes, there are 3 of them)

Commentary: This one really surprised me honestly, I didn’t see this coming. Their performance of I’m Still Standing by Elton John was one of my favorite ones they have done honestly. I really enjoyed it, and even one of them was playing the freaking piano! Like it was super impressive and as always their harmonies are on point and insanely perfect.... that’s the only way I can explain it: perfect. Their voices work together perfectly, it’s like they’re a band of brothers or something (😉😉).

Anyways, they were revealed to be...

*DRUMROLL AGAIN*

Hanson (Wooo!)

Woohoo! Another one bites the dust, I got it correct yay.. 9/10 right so far. This is a new record for me, I usually get 2 wrong in the beginning reveals of previous seasons, so I am kinda proud of this so far yay! However, the reveal itself surprised me, I thought that they would make it at least to the semifinals if not the finale so this elimination I didn’t see coming. Especially after that performance which I think is one of their best. However, I was super nervous that they were gonna send Black Swan home so I was relieved by this ngl...

Anyways, having said that, let’s talk about the remaining 4 semifinalists:

1. Piglet 🐷

Commentary: Ok, so of all the performances this episode, his was the most surprising... because he started off sing OPERA. Honestly, I would have never thought Nick Lachey can sing in Italian and have that strong Operatic voice... the more you know man. However, he actually continued by singing Supertitous by Stevie Wonder which was a bit of a let down.. as I have said multiple times, his best is with ballads and his voice isn’t suited for upbeat songs like this one. In this case, he started at an all time high 📈 and it got me hyped but then it kind of died down 📉 by the middle and end. I did enjoy the performance tho but I wish he would have just sang opera the entire time because it left me wanting to hear more of the opera song.

2. Chameleon 🦎

Commentary: again I say, I am so sorry to people who are rap fans and/or fans of the chameleon/Wiz Khalifa, but I honestly feel like he should have gone home instead of the dolls. His performance of “Drop it like it’s not” by Snoop Dogg was not his best one, and his rapping is getting kinda repetitive at this point,even tho he is very good at it. Also, side note, the judges had the audacity to say that they thought this was Snoop even tho he sang a song by the guy and in the song he legit spelled “S-n-double o-p D-o-double g....” like um if it were Snoop, he wouldn’t be THAT obvious. Anyways, yeah I predict he is next to go.

3. Yeti ❄️☃️

Commentary: Alright, so Yeti is really surprising me honestly, quickly becoming my second favorite after my girl Black Swan. He is such a versatile performer, I never would have expected Omarion to rap, dance, roller skate, do R&B songs, and now sing some country. It made me nervous at first when he said country in the clue package, because I know him as a R&B musician, but I was really pleasantly surprised with his performance of Bless the Broken Road by Rascal Flatts, it was really smooth and unexpectedly great!

4. Black Swan 🖤🦢

Commentary: Speaking of my girl, here she is... omg I love her, please win girl, I beg of you! Her performance of Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran was.... um... interesting.... in the song choice department. It was absolutely not her best performance, but I gotta give her credit that she did make the song her own. However, she has so much range in her voice and she absolutely didn’t showcase it with this song. I really want Jojo in the semifinals to step it up and choose songs that I know she can absolutely crush like songs by female R&B and Soul singers (some of these do mix these genres with pop but u get me) that are still mainstream enough that people know them (i.e. Aretha Franklin, Destiny’s Child/Beyoncé, Jennifer Hudson, etc.).... even like them pop girlies who have like crazy ranges, y’all know who I am talking about: Mariah Carey, Ariana Grande, Celine Dion, Tori Kelly, etc. Please girl give me something with more oomph and that will give me goosebumps, because she can do that stuff but I feel like she is holding back. It’s gonna be the semifinals, I really hope she doesn’t hold back!

Bonus Jonas: Clueluedoo aka the freaking clue chicken...let’s talk about who I think he is (since he will be revealed next week!) 🐓

Commentary: ok like please Masked Singer I beg of you, never give me this character again, who doesn’t even sing but interrupts people with clues or something idk... I didn’t like this concept, it was strange, sometimes he was MIA and sometimes he got annoying... so I really hope next season they don’t bring this back. But at the same time, I kinda understand why they did do it this time based on who I feel like it is

I think he is...

Donnie Wahlberg (aka Jenny’s husband)

Reasoning: ok, you might know him from New Kidz on the Block or because his family is very famous... but he is married to one of the judges, Jenny McCarthy, and I feel like that’s why Masked Singer decided to take the “he doesn’t sing nor get any clues on the show til the end” route but still give him this weird clue route... I get it, I didn’t like it, but I understand it. Anyways, here’s why I think so (only clues imma provide for y’all)

He has never been on the show, as a contestant nor judge= this was on the Masked Singer podcast, and this is true, which rules out another popular guess, Joel McHale

He has a connection with one of the contestants= that would be Nick Lachey, they toured together (New Kidz on the block and 98 degrees did)

He pointed out Ken and Jenny specifically= he’s married to Jenny duh... and Ken is a family friend of theirs, they have dinner at each other’s houses a lot

He’s known in the kitchen (also from the podcast)= yup, he is known for his burgers (Wahlburgers)

Also, in the preview, Jenny is seen freaking out and falling on the floor, probably because that’s her husband and she prob guessed him incorrect but I didn’t so lol am I married to him? No... how did I get it then lmao 😂

Anyways, yeah that’s it! I hope you guys enjoyed it! See you this weekend hopefully for the semifinals recap! Let me know any thoughts about the chicken in the comments.... Like, comment, follow, do all the social media things, it really helps me out and makes me happy 😃. Bye guys!

[fireladybuckley]

Graduation day

I’m going to get a little personal here for a moment.  This post is quite long so I thank you if you actually get to the end of it, but I wanted to get my thoughts in order and such.  <3  Some of you may or may not know that I was in university for a Bachelor of Science (in biology) degree.

Today I would’ve walked the stage at my convocation ceremony.  Because of Covid, our ceremony is not happening (which is to be expected) but my university has also decided not to do any kind of ceremony at a later date for us, nor are we even getting any kind of online ceremony.  They claim it was a “very hard decision” but that it was what they had to do.   So this day, after 5 years (6, if you count my year of upgrading) of hard work, stress, and anxiety is very difficult and bittersweet for me.  

University has been one of the toughest and ultimately most rewarding things I’ve ever done.  As an older mature student I never really felt like I fit in, and though I’ve made some great friends, I always felt like I was on the outside looking in, at least socially.  University has given me some of the worst stress, anxiety and bad mental health that I’ve ever faced in my life.  

But it has also made me feel triumphant and proud of my accomplishments for the first time in my life.   I have always doubted my own abilities and smarts, but I proved to myself and others that I AM capable.  It is the only thing I’ve ever really excelled at, and that was through no small amount of hard work on my end.  I dedicated more time, effort, and passion into my degree than anything in my life thus far and though it was hard, there’s very little I would’ve changed.  

I just mourn the loss of our class’s convocation.  University is more than just learning and writing tests and leaving at the end.  My entire world view has changed.  I am a different person now than I was when I started.  My personality, the way I view other people, society, the way I think... that’s all changed now, (mostly) for the better.  I think about things more, I can analyze information critically, I am more empathetic than I’ve ever been.  To me, the convocation ceremony is as much about celebrating my growth as a person as much as it is about my academic accomplishments.  To me, it is a symbol of who I and everyone else have become, a closing of this chapter of our lives before we move on to other things.

In the last few weeks I’ve felt a great deal of anger, resentment, and heartbreak towards my university for so flippantly cancelling our convocation and proposing quite possibly the lamest way of celebrating our graduating class I can think of (they want us to take pics of ourselves wearing our mortarboards and they’ll post them on social media with a hashtag.  Woohoo.).  I haven’t even wanted to wear my school sweaters because I feel like the school I took such pride in before does not care about its grads whatsoever.

However I remind myself that the university I’m proud of isn’t the higher ups that make bad decisions.  The university I’m proud of is the professors and the student body that made it worth going to lecture after lecture, lab after lab.  In my 5 years at this school, I had only a very small handful of unsatisfactory professors, and only one of them was truly bad.  The vast majority of my profs have been good to absolutely wonderful, and they are who I think of now when I think of my school and how, even in the midst of so much student stress, I had so. Much.  Fun. as a student.  So many of the classes were so interesting, so many labs were exciting and interesting and fun.  I’ve had so many funny profs over the years that helped ease some of the stress and just overall, it really was a great experience.  

So, to make a long story short... I’m done.  I did it.  I actually did it.  If you told me ten years ago I’d have graduated university with an excellent GPA at my age I would probably have been very skeptical. My parents didn’t think I could do it. I know I wasn’t sure I could do it.  But from since Day 1 of upgrading I have poured my all into this and it paid off.

I’m a bachelor of science, y’all.  And I just hope I can put my skills and knowledge to use as soon as I can. <3

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 131

Chapter Summary -  It is time for Danielle to go shopping with Diana, Emma and Sarah again for Christmas, but there are a few tidbits of news from more than one Hiddleston family member.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long.  This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

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‘Well, hello.’ Diana beamed as she walked in the front door, Mac and Bobby rushing over to say hello to her too as her son embraced her. ‘How are you all?’

‘Wonderful, how are you?’ He smiled as he let go of his mother to have his sister embrace him next. ‘Where’s the Duchess?’

‘Oh we are not bringing her today, I have to get two Santa presents that you two are bringing to Suffolk with you before Christmas.’

‘Good to know, though perhaps that is not wise, we could forget.’

‘No, you won’t, I am going to talk to Danielle about it.’ Sarah grinned.

‘Unbelievable, I am not even trusted.’ He shook his head as Emma gave him a hug. ‘Hey, Little sis.’

‘Hey.’ She hugged him tightly.

Tom frowned slightly and looked at her, noting there was something odd in her features that concerned him, but she gave a small smile and walked into the house, finding her friend nearby smiling brightly.

‘Hello, stranger.’ Danielle embraced her friend. ‘You look like you need some nice tea.’

‘I do.’ She confirmed as they all went into the kitchen, Bobby and Mac getting more excited as they went in. ‘He’s bigger than Poppy.’

‘Yes, well, boys are usually bigger in doggy world.’ Danielle smiled. ‘Now, what is the plan?’

‘Tea here, tube into town, shop, lunch, then shop a little more and then taxi back here.’ Sarah instructed.

‘Okay.’ Danielle nodded.

‘How about a slight alteration to include me for lunch and me bringing some of the presents back to the house while you continue?’ Tom suggested.

‘You are still not over being left out last year, are you?’ Danielle laughed, Tom’s response was to put an arm around her. ‘Poor boy.’

‘Stealing my family.’ He joked. Danielle smiled slightly. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah, I just….I thought of my dad there for a moment.’ She could not hide her sad smile, inhaling deeply. Tom frowned and gently touched her arm in support. ‘My dad used to do that. It’s harder this time of year because we always made sure to do a lot together at Christmas.’

Tom brought her in against him tighter and kissed her head. ‘Would you rather I didn’t…?’

‘What, no, I would never want you to do that. I was just getting nostalgic about Dad for a minute.’ She looked at him and smiled. ‘I’ll have to get something for you after lunch though.’ Tom’s face dropped slightly, causing her to laugh. ‘Did you think I would be so dim?’

‘No, I just…’

‘Busted.’ Emma laughed.

‘I did not…’

‘Yeah, sure.’ Sarah scoffed.

‘I have too many strong women in my life.’ Tom commented as he looked at the different women around him. ‘I need more men.’

‘You have Mac and Bobby.’ Danielle pointed out.

‘And they are very cute, but they don’t help, not with you being the formidable woman you are.’

‘Speaking of formidable, the fax machine will be going bonkers this afternoon for about fifteen minutes, don’t worry about it, it is just some paperwork I need to read over and sign.’

‘How did you get that from “Formidable”?’ Emma asked curiously.

‘Because Formidable is the name of the company Safeguard just bought over. As a partner, I am required to sign my part of the paperwork.’

‘What does this mean for you?’ Tom asked curiously.

‘Bigger stake in the market, they will be busier Stateside so I will actually have to go there once an annual quarter and do a week of business and if business does go forward as planned, bring home a larger share.’

‘Woohoo, go you.’ Sarah raised her cup of tea at Danielle’s words.

‘Wow, that’s great.’ Emma agreed.

‘Wonderful.’ Diana beamed.

Danielle smiled at them before looking at Tom again, noting the frown lines on his forehead. ‘I didn’t want to bore you.’

‘That’s not boring, that’s really important. Though the four times a year to the US isn’t overly fun.’

‘They made a compromise and made it to New York, so everyone will have to travel a bit.’

‘That is something.’ He smiled. ‘Look at you, big businesswoman.’ He wrapped his arms around her again. ‘Congratulations.’

‘We won’t be too affected by it, I don’t think. I have a month or so warning before ordinary quarterlies, extraordinary meetings are different, but they can be done via video conferencing if needs be, apparently.’

‘You are only going up, aren’t you?’ Tom beamed proudly.

‘Yes, well, I don’t see it as anything of major note, I was hardly informed of the buy as it was started before I joined in. It was mentioned, but I said at the time that I trusted their judgement on that as it was clearly something they had been looking into.’

‘I had not realised.’

‘I meant to say it to you, but I got sidetracked with your oddness.’

‘Tom’s always odd.’ Sarah pointed out.

‘Yes, but his recent odder than usual odd.’

‘What was that about exactly?’ Emma asked.

Tom cleared his throat. ‘I was nervous.’

‘About?’

‘Asking Danielle to go to the Early Man premiere with me.’

His sisters and mother looked to Danielle, who nodded. ‘And?’

‘I have hair and makeup sorted, outfit next.’ She smiled sheepishly, Tom beside her looking proud.

‘Well, this is news.’ Sarah stated.

‘Well, after so long, it’s about time.’ Diana beamed. ‘I was starting to think you two were never going to move forward.’

‘We got a dog together two months ago, Mum.’ Tom pointed out.

‘Ah, yes, but you need to be moving more towards…’

‘Mum, please don’t mention that again.’ Tom interrupted. ‘Look, how about I drop you all in and meet you at two in Covent Garden?’ He looked to Danielle, who seemed very interested in her mug.

‘Okay, before we start this again.’ Sarah urged her mother towards the door. ‘We actually have a lot to get done.’ Emma left to go to the bathroom.

‘Do you..?’ Danielle cleared her throat. ‘Do you have a list of things you want me to get?’

‘Yes.’ Tom turned to get it but paused. ‘Elle…?’

‘We are going to get this a lot, aren’t we?’

‘Yes, I think so.’ Tom conceded. ‘I had Emma and Sarah say something to her, but she, and they….they don’t get that we are...’

‘We’re doing this at our pace, not other people’s.’ Danielle added.

‘Exactly.’

‘I can handle the comments, okay? Don’t think I am about to run off, and I can tell people we are not to that yet as well, so don’t worry.’ She smiled reassuringly.

Tom’s brow knitted together at her words and her use of the word “yet”. He said nothing but took note to see if it came up in that manner again in the future, having previously thought marriage was something Danielle was not even considering.

When everyone was ready, they got into the car and went into the city. With him gone, they went about getting what they required sorted.

‘So, do you have anything planned to wear to this premiere?’ Emma asked as they walked around Harrods.

‘No idea. It is fairly casual premiere from what I gather, so I don’t know what to do.’

‘We could go looking for something for it someday?’ She offered.

‘Perhaps.’ Danielle nodded. ‘So, when am I getting your news?’

‘Soon, Jack and I want to talk to you, Mum, Tom and Sarah together about it.’ She gave a small smile.

‘Really?’ Danielle looked at her with a raised brow. ‘Is lunch okay or private?’

‘Private.’

‘Well, we will have to see tonight so.’ She smiled. ‘What do you think of this?’ She held up a mug.

‘What is with you and prank presents?’

‘My mum was never as witty and outwardly jestful as my dad, but she used to do it to him and others, all the time and they thought her joke presents were almost as fun. I took her place doing it when she died, then after Dad……’

‘Elle,’ She looked at her friend. ‘Are you okay, you really are getting upset about your dad a lot today?’

‘Yeah, I just am thinking about him a lot recently.’

‘Okay, is there a particular reason why?’

‘It’s his birthday.’ Emma’s eyes widened slightly. ‘Yeah, two weeks to the day before Christmas, we used to joke about it and he used to give out about getting two presents because they were so close together. He thought we were wasting money.’

‘Why didn’t you say anything?’

‘Because it doesn’t really matter.’

‘But you’re sad.’

‘I am not, I am just remembering a few things.’ She smiled sadly.

‘I don’t know if I could deal with not having Mum for Christmas. I am used to seeing Dad after it, but without both...I couldn’t, and you have neither, I forget that sometimes.’ Danielle nodded. ‘You don’t get to forget though.’

‘It is so much easier now, thanks to your mum, and you, then with Tom as well, I feel as though I can enjoy all of this and not feel guilty for not being a moping mess in the corner.’

‘Your parents wouldn’t want that though.’

‘No, doesn’t mean it doesn’t sound like a good idea some days though.’

‘I don’t think you need to have dead parents to feel like that.’

‘Definitely not.’ Danielle concurred. ‘Ooh, do you think Sarah would like this?’ She asked, holding up an expensive present.

*

‘So, what did you get me?’ Tom beamed as they met him for lunch.

‘A book, “How to Not Annoy Women” chapter seven, saying “hello before demanding presents like a seven-year-old”.’ Danielle joked as she sat next to Emma.

Tom frowned as he watched her take a place on the other side of the table to him and not by his side.

‘She loves me more.’ Emma joked, pulling Danielle to her, both women laughing.

‘It’s your own fault for choosing your sister’s friend as a girlfriend.’ Sarah laughed.

‘Yes.’ Tom looked at Danielle, who seemed to be smiling naturally. ‘The faxes came in, by the way.’

‘Good.’

‘I think it all but ran out of ink and paper. Do you have to read it all?’

‘It’s just a pile of rubbish most of it. Legal malarkey, but there are several bits that yes, I will be forced to go over. They said to have it done by Christmas, but I have a very dull day that I have to go into work anyway next week just to be there for a quick video call, I will get it all done then and be finished with it.’

‘I hate having to go into the office, I much rather when I am working from home.’ Sarah commented.

‘I prefer it with the dogs, I’d imagine even more so with herself.’

‘Yes.’ Sarah agreed. ‘I suppose those two are a lot like kids.’

‘Yes and no; yes because we can’t just pretend they are not there and have to care for them, no; because we can leave them there for a few hours with fresh water and a Kong toy while we go to lunch with my family and not have legal ramifications.’ Tom added to laughs and acknowledgements of the truth behind it. Try doing that with your daughter.’

*

‘Hey.’ Tom nuzzled in against Danielle’s neck, his arms around her waist. ‘Did you have a good day?’

‘I hate Christmas shopping, people go mad, but yes, getting time with Diana, Emma and Sarah was nice.’

‘Emma told me today is your dad’s birthday.’

‘Yes?’

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘I told you it was near Christmas.’

‘But not that it was today, I was worried this morning when you were talking about him like that. Are you okay?’

‘Yeah, I just miss him.’

‘I wish I could empathise a little more, but at the same time…’

‘I am grateful you cannot because it means your Dad is okay.’ She smiled. ‘I miss him, but I am so grateful for twenty five years of having him come home in the evening, asking me how I got on in the day, how he asked me about things and how he grumbled at the fact a horse foaling had no appreciation for a nice roast dinner he had to leave behind to deal with it.’ She brought her hands to his. ‘I really wish he got to see you.’

‘I know,’ Tom kissed her shoulder. ‘Emma’s news was a little bit of a shock.’

Danielle laughed. ‘How do you find that a shock, she is married and they talked about having kids, so a pregnancy announcement is hardly too shocking.’

‘She said she would wait.’

‘Yeah, two years ago she said that, she has changed her mind.’

‘You suspected, didn’t you?’

‘Oh yeah, I knew. She was a bit tired looking today. She won’t be feeling morning sickness yet, but she will soon. I am happy for her. I can’t wait to start baby shopping again. I have had no willing victims of my baby buying splurges in over half a year.’

Tom chuckled as he recalled the shock on Ben and Sophie’s faces at the sheer amount of things Danielle saw fit to purchase on Hal’s behalf. ‘She will love it.’

‘Who knows, it might have a little cousin soon not much younger than it.’ Tom looked at her, then to her stomach. ‘Not us, Sarah, she seemed as though she would want another on hearing that. She was talking about it not too long ago either.’

‘I was wondering there for a moment.’

‘Not yet. I think we are too busy at the moment, with work and the dogs.’

Tom gave a small sound in agreement, adding that to her comment regarding marriage, noting that Danielle was very much talking more solidly about the “maybe” topics they had discussed in the woods regarding their future almost a year before. He could not help but smile at that.

[mothercetrion]

Acceptance

Summary: Kuai Liang decides that it’s time to tell the Lin Kuei that he’s with Hanzo. It’s not easy news, but it feels right.

Characters: Sub-Zero (Kuai Liang), Bi-Han and Saibot, Sektor, Cyrax, Smoke (Tomas Vrbada)

Word Count: 2202

Request: “If you want, could you write Kuai telling Bi-Han, Smoke, Cyrax, and Sektor about his relationship with Hanzo (or at least one of them).” - anonymous

another request!!! woohoo!!! this has been done for a while but I’ve just been so busy. I apologize for the wait

I gotta be real, this fic is heavy. deaths are referenced, hatred is mentioned, and it’s mild angst. but I promise all of you that there is a happy, hopeful ending. this is on ao3!! enjoy

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He waited until Hanzo was on good terms with the Lin Kuei on purpose.

Once they all could be in the same room and it not be tense, once Hanzo could attempt to joke and the others laughed, that’s when Kuai Liang knew that it was time to tell the others that he and Hanzo were together.

The moment they started staying at the Lin Kuei temple again, he knew one thing: he did not want to overwhelm them. Being revived and jumping right into normal life alone could be challenging to manage. They needed a while of transitioning into a normal life, as Kuai Liang did, before learning about anything too drastic.

It took a month. It took a month before the night terrors were mostly gone, and smiles were natural. It took a month before Hanzo could visit the temple, and they’d have a good few hours of jokes and laughter and fun. It took a month before Kuai Liang felt that things would be okay if he told them.

He told Hanzo, and Hanzo said that he was okay with him telling them. He wanted them to know anyhow; they were six months into their relationship, and he didn’t want them to find out through someone that wasn’t them… namely, Johnny Cage, who tended to spill secrets when excited.

Light snow fell at the temple, and Kuai Liang had decided to give the Lin Kuei off for the evening to do whatever they desired. Some of them rested, some of them meditated, and some of them sparred. Some of them even had snowball fights at various locations around the temple, and their laughter filled the air and made the whole area happier. Kuai Liang figured that it was as good a time as any.

He invited Bi-Han, Saibot, Tomas, Cyrax, and Sektor to tea to “celebrate their great mental strides over the last month,” which was a valid reason. The group had made excellent strides towards a better life since their revival. Nightmares were few and far between. Discussing their pasts was easier. They actually slept peacefully. Kuai Liang was, to say the least, incredibly proud of them.

As they sipped their tea, they discussed everything that they could possibly think of. The clan, one another, new friends, everything. Even Hanzo was brought up by Cyrax; he said that he wished to visit the renewed Shirai Ryu Fire Garden one day. The rest of the group agreed. That alone helped ease Kuai Liang’s racing heart.

When nearly everyone was concluded with their tea, Kuai Liang cleared his throat. “Before we conclude our tea, I… I have an announcement to make.”

The rest of them immediately put down their teacups. “This is a drastic mood change… Is everything alright, Kuai Liang?” Cyrax asked with a frown.

“Oh, of course.” Kuai Liang nodded hurriedly. “Everything is fine. Everything is… great. That’s exactly what I want to talk about.” He ran a hand through his hair. “This is a… a deeply personal thing that I’m telling you all today.”

“Kuai Liang,” Tomas said, smiling, “we already know that you’re gay. We’re cool with it, remember?”

The rest of the group snickered quietly, and Kuai Liang felt his cheeks turn red. “I… I know that, Tomas. I told you all ages ago. Thanks for the reminder.” He shook his head, failing to keep a smile from forming on his face. “Tomas, you threw me off!”

They all began laughing louder, and Kuai Liang covered his face with his hands in an attempt to compose himself of his laughter. “Goodness, okay… Look, everyone, um… there is no simple way to say this, so I’ll just say it upfront.” He uncovered his face and looked to all of them. “I am currently seeing someone.”

The entire group gasped, their laughter vanishing into the air. “Oh, Kuai Liang, that’s wonderful!” Cyrax said excitedly.

“Who is it? Someone that we know?” Sektor turned to look at the others, his smile growing. “I bet it’s that… that Cage fellow.”

“Do not tell me it’s Cage,” Bi-Han said teasingly. “I cannot handle him as an in-law.” Saibot’s quiet giggles were heard next to him, and they fell into his side, their white eyes closed in joy.

“No. No, it is not Cage.” Kuai Liang pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can assure you, it’s not him.”

“Don’t leave us hanging!” Tomas wiggled in his spot in excitement. “Who is it?”

Kuai Liang sighed deeply. “Just… keep an open mind, okay?”

“Absolutely, brother,” Bi-Han said, nodding. “We will love who he is, I’m sure.”

Kuai Liang closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again, looking down at the table to avoid their faces. “It’s Master Hasashi.”

Silence fell upon the group, and Kuai Liang got the courage to look up after a few moments. The first thing he noticed was that Tomas was grinning like an idiot, and Cyrax was struggling to not do the same thing. Sektor’s mouth hung open in shock. Saibot was pointing two thumbs up in Kuai Liang’s direction. Bi-Han’s expression was unreadable. “Oh, my gods. You’re kidding. It’s Hanzo? You’re dating Hanzo?” Tomas asked excitedly.

“I am,” Kuai Liang said, releasing a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding.

“How long?” Sektor asked. His happiness was evident in his voice.

“About… six months.” Kuai Liang felt his cheeks reddening. “They’ve been wonderful. Every second has been amazing.”

The three men all awwed. “That is so great. I’m so happy for you, Kuai Liang,” Cyrax said kindly. Sektor and Tomas immediately agreed.

Kuai Liang thanked them and looked over to Bi-Han, who was still neutral in expression. “Bi-Han?” he asked quietly. “What are you thinking?”

Bi-Han looked Kuai Liang in the eye. “I’m… processing. It’s a big shock, you know.”

“I understand.” Kuai Liang gripped at his fingers nervously. “I waited until I believed you could handle it. I know it’s—it’s big news.”

Bi-Han nodded and averted his gaze. “Yes, it’s… I honestly don’t know what to say.”

“Take as long as you need,” Sektor said quietly. He put a careful hand on his arm. “You are in no rush at all.”

“He is correct,” Kuai Liang agreed. Cyrax and Tomas said quiet agreements as well.

Bi-Han closed his eyes for a moment, and Saibot vanished into his side. Kuai Liang watched in stunned silence as Bi-Han climbed to his feet. “Please excuse me for a moment. I-I need to spend some time alone.” He turned on his heel and left the room, stepping outside the temple with quick steps.

Kuai Liang stared ahead in shock and did not notice Sektor move to sit on his side of the table with Tomas and Cyrax. “I… I waited,” he said quietly, “until I thought he could handle it.”

“There wasn’t a better time,” Tomas assured. “You waited as long as you could manage. He would have reacted the same way no matter what. It’s big news.”

Sektor put a hand on his shoulder when Kuai Liang’s hands began to shake. “He’s mad,” Kuai Liang mumbled. “He—He hates me.”

“Kuai Liang, listen to me,” Sektor said. “Bi-Han does not hate you. He loves you very much, he tells all of us this frequently.” Cyrax and Tomas nodded in agreement as he went on. “It is big news to take in. He needs some time to process it. He will come around, most assuredly. He just needs some time to think.”

Tomas and Cyrax were quick to offer him comfort as well, and Kuai Liang simply looked down at his lap with a shaky breath. “You all are happy about it, right?”

“Yes! Of course,” Cyrax assured, hugging Kuai Liang from the side. “We are ecstatic. Master Hasashi is a fine man.”

Tomas and Sektor were quick to offer side hugs of their own, so Kuai Liang was enveloped in support. Kuai Liang’s eyes fell closed, and he fought back the emotion he so strongly felt. “I want him to be happy too,” he whispered.

“He will be,” Tomas said confidently.

Time passed. The remaining four finished their tea, though with a much less happy tone for the gathering. Soon enough, Sektor encouraged Kuai Liang to go talk to Bi-Han, which was the last thing he wanted to do. But Sektor all but shoved him outside of the temple. He knew it was for the better, and Cyrax and Tomas agreed.

And there he was, stood outside his temple and staring at his brother, who was sat in the snow. He was creating snowballs with his cryomancy, tossing them in the air and watching them dissipate. Saibot was sat on the other side of him, gathering snow into their palms and messing with it with no intentions in mind except to pass the time. Kuai Liang could see half of Bi-Han’s face, and he was clearly thinking about the events of the day. The snow fell a tad heavier, but not much.

He saw Kuai Liang suddenly and turned his face to look at him. Saibot noticed him then and instantly vanished into Bi-Han’s side. “Why are you out here?” Bi-Han asked.

“I have to talk to you, Bi-Han,” Kuai Liang said. He stepped further away from the temple and sat in the snow in front of his brother. They sat in silence for a few moments before Kuai Liang cleared his throat. “I’m sorry.”

Bi-Han frowned. “Why would you ever be sorry?”

“I upset you by mistake by sharing the news of my relationship.” Kuai Liang averted his gaze from his brother. “I wanted you to be ready to hear it, and you were not.”

“There is no reason to apologize. I promise,” Bi-Han assured. “It is just… It is just a big surprise. It would have been no matter when you told me. Hell, he and I could be best friends, and it would be a surprise.” He sighed softly. “My history with Master Hasashi is very complicated. You know this better than anyone, obviously.”

“I do.”

“And I don’t… I do not hate Master Hasashi.” Bi-Han looked off in the distance, past the mountain ranges and towards the horizon. “I used to. I used to live in the Netherrealm and think of how he wronged me. Since my revival, in addition to this hour or so of thinking, I have realized and fully understand the truth behind his actions. I have come to a conclusion.”

Kuai Liang looked back to his brother, frowning. “What would that be, Bi-Han?”

Bi-Han looked Kuai Liang in the eye. “I would have done the same thing that he did.”

Kuai Liang felt his heart stop in his chest. “You… You would?”

Bi-Han nodded firmly. “If the Lin Kuei were to be brutally murdered, and Sektor and Tomas and Cyrax and you were killed, and I believed it to be Master Hasashi that did it…” Bi-Han stopped, his voice cracking. He closed his eyes as he imagined the tragedy. He continued in a whisper. “I would kill him in an instant. I would avenge you without a moment of hesitation.”

His eyes opened. “I understand how guilty he feels, knowing the truth. But I… I have forgiven him for what he has done. It would be wrong of me not to, considering that I would do the same thing. It has not been easy, but it is what I feel is right, and that must be done, no matter how hard.” He stopped again, and he took in a breath and gave Kuai Liang a smile. “You have found yourself a respectable man, brother. It will definitely take some getting used to, but that comes with any new relationship.”

Kuai Liang’s heart began beating again, heavy against his chest as he processed what his brother was saying. “I… I do not know what to say.”

“Besides, if anyone should apologize, it’s me.” Bi-Han frowned as he thought back to their gathering earlier in the evening. “It was incredibly rude of me to walk out on you and the others like that. I plead that you forgive me for what I have done.”

“What? Yes, of course.” Kuai Liang shook his head in shock. “I expected it to a certain extent.”

“So everything is cleared up, yes? I want to see Master Hasashi soon to congratulate him, and… I am delighted that you have found someone that makes you happy,” Bi-Han said kindly. “You have spoken fondly of him for weeks. I fully believe that this is a good thing for you both.”

Kuai Liang could not help but grin. “Thank you, Bi-Han. It means everything to me to hear you say that.”

Bi-Han returned the smile, and he chuckled to himself. “So… Have you two kissed yet?”

“Bi-Han!” Kuai Liang gasped. He glanced away from him, very clearly embarrassed. “It is none of your business what Hanzo and I do.”

“I’m just kidding.” Bi-Han laughed aloud and smacked at Kuai Liang’s knee. “Teasing you will always be a joy. That will never change.”

Kuai Liang felt relieved to hear his brother’s laugh. He knew things would be easier with time. Everything was easier with time.

[hannitizer]

To Have a Home part 10

Summary: After Draco is found guilty of an attempted murder, he is  sentenced to the Lupin’s house with hopes he’ll finally understand what  it means to have a family. Only problem? Draco doesn’t want it.

A/N: Hey Y’all! Here’s part 10! Woohoo! We made it to the double digits! Thank you so much for reading, and as always, enjoy!

Here’s Part Eleven!

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When Draco came to, it was almost four p.m.. He could move his head, which was a good sign. The body-bind jinx that he was under before was gone, thank God. He was still lying on the couch, a heavy blanket neatly tucked around him. There was no pain radiating from his ankle, which was also a good sign. If it weren’t for his levitating foot, he would have thought the whole thing never happened. That it was some nightmare that he inevitably had the night before, but instead of him jumping into the hands of Voldemort, he was jumping out of the window. 

 Draco tried to move the blanket off of himself, but it felt like a ton of bricks over him. He started to panic. He couldn’t move his arms. He couldn’t feel his legs. He felt trapped. Like he was…

“Draco!” he snapped out of the panic. Abigail was standing over him, the blanket in her arms. Remus stood a little farther off, his wand in his hand, pointing slightly at him. “Draco, what’s wrong?” 

He didn’t say anything. He was still trying to calm down from the attack he had a moment ago. 

“Where’s Sirius?” he asked finally, after a few moments had passed. 

Abigail gave him a small smile. “He left a few hours ago.” She paused to lay the blanket down on one of the side chairs. “He said he was going out to find your mother.” 

Draco’s slowing pulse started to beat fast again. “You promised…”

“My wife promised nothing to you. She said she would try, and she is. You need to calm down before I…”

“Remus!” Shouted Abigail, extending her arm to her husband. “Why don’t you go take a walk, okay? I’m just going to check his ankle.”

“I think I’m going to sit right here,” he started, pulling up one of the side chairs, “and watch what happens.”

Abigail sighed, turning back to Draco, but he continued to stare at Remus. He still clutched his wand, his eyes trained on every movement of Draco. She gently let Draco’s foot fall into her arms, and she spelled the bandages away. 

The ankle underneath was nearly twice the size of the other one. It looked almost like a baseball the way that it ballooned out. Draco hissed through his teeth when she pressed her hand on the side of his ankle. 

“Does this still hurt?”  She asked, and he nodded his head. “Okay, how about this?” She moved his foot a little, and he bit back a scream. 

“Yes, that hurts, please stop!” He cried out, swatting his arms around the open air. Abigail laid his leg down as easily as she could. She waved her wand around his ankle, whispering an incantation. She spent a few moments like that, waving her wand around. Draco assumed that she was looking for what was broken. 

After a few minutes, she looked back up at him. 

“It looks like a fractured ankle, one bone broken. There’s no tear in any tendons, but it’s strained.” She rummaged around behind her, past where Draco could see. She pulled out a boot-looking thing, something Draco had never seen before. 

“What’s that?” he asked, a puzzled look on his face. 

“My friend Isla brought it over for your ankle. It’s what the muggles use to fix their broken legs and feet and whatnot. Your feet are roughly the same size, I’ll just adjust the straps...”

“Hold on, hold on.”  started Draco, “You’re a healer. Why aren’t you healing my foot?” 

Abigail looked to her husband for help. He sighed, pinching his brows between his fingers. “We’ve discussed with the council while you were… asleep, and they agreed that letting your ankle heal naturally was the best thing to do.”

The talking with the council part was a lie, unless Isla and Sirius counted as the council. It took a lot of convincing on Abigail’s part, as she could just heal it, but in the end, with much reassurance that this indeed was the best option, she agreed. 

“But… I don’t want to wear that. It’s bad enough that I’ve got a stupid bracelet on, but now you want me to wear this muggle monstrosity? I won’t let you.”

“You don’t have much of a choice, kid.” said Remus, adjusting the way he sat so Draco could see the wand trained on him. 

Draco turned to Abigail, knowing that, if anybody, she would be the one who would agree with him. “Abigail, I’m sorry, about everything, but please… I won’t ever do it again, I promise. Please, don’t make me wear that. I don’t… I can’t…” He hoped that the waterworks would help his case, but Abigail started to fidget with the boot, unstrapping the straps that surrounded the thing. She went to grab his leg, but Draco scooted away. He tried to climb over the couch, but Remus grabbed his shoulder, shoving back into the couch. 

“Don’t touch me!” Draco screamed. 

“Hold him still, Remus.” Said Abigail, finally opening the front of the boot. “I think I can just slip it on him.” 

Draco did not like the sound of that, and he started to thrash harder. It took everything Remus had in him to not put Draco in a full-body bind. Abigail insisted that they keep the spelling to a minimum if they could. 

Abigail had finally managed to get Draco rangled into the boot, and she did the straps tightly around his leg. Remus let go of Draco and stumbled back to his chair, tired out from his fight. Draco scratched desperately at the device on his leg, but he couldn’t seem to grasp the straps.

“What’s going on?” he question, his attempts getting more and more desperate. 

“You can’t touch it. The bracelet won’t let you.” Abigail said, sitting in the chair next to Remus. “Isla said she might come by later to drop off the crutches…” 

Draco started to sit up, swinging his legs over the side of the couch. Instantly, Abigail was on him.

“No, Draco!” Said Abigail, stopping the boot from hitting the floor. “You can’t walk with that ankle. It’s already going to take eight weeks to heal, and if you put any weight…”

“Eight weeks? What am I going to do for eight weeks? Sit here?” 

“Yes,” Abigail responded. “Remus can carry you where you need to go, but you just can’t walk on that foot. I’m sorry, Draco.” 

He just shook his head. “You have to be joking with me, right? This is cruel! I refuse to be carried around everywhere, let alone by a werewolf…”     “What did you say?” asked Remus, interested in the conversation suddenly.

“I said I refuse to be carried around by a werewolf. Now, I need to use the restroom, if you’ll excuse me.” He tried to slide off of the crouch, but Abigail stopped him once more.

“I’m sorry Draco, but you can’t do that...” 

Abigail didn’t get to finish her sentence, as Draco kicked out his booted leg at her. She narrowly ducked out of the way, but it was enough to send Remus over the edge. 

He got up from the chair, raising his wand to fit underneath Draco’s chin. 

“Don’t you dare kick my wife.” His voice was tense. “I don’t know who you think you are; you can just abuse her and get away with it. Ever since you got here, she has been nothing but kind and loving to you, and you just kick her? And shove her? And punch her? And you think that I’ll sit there and let you get away with it? You may be my adopted son, but this is my wife! I love her the most, and I will do anything for her. You’d better hope and pray that Abigail doesn’t leave me alone with you, because so help me God,  I will…” He stopped to look at the boy. His face was red, and tears threatened to spill down his face. Remus took a breath and ran out of the room, slamming the bedroom door shut. 

A few moments later, he heard a knock on the door. Abigail quietly slipped into the room, shutting the door behind herself. Neither of them said anything for a moment. Abigail went to sit down on their bed, and patted the empty space next to her. Remus sighed, sitting. She placed her hands over his, squeezing them gently. 

“Care to tell me what’s going on?” She asked. 

“Is Draco okay?” 

She nodded her head. “Yes, he’ll be fine. But what’s going on with you.”

Remus struggled to find the words. “I just… He just… Abigail, this is my home. Where I feel safe. And you’re here, and our unborn child is here, and, and…” He paused. Neither of them said anything. “... He took away what little I had last time. He told everyone I was a werewolf. I almost lost my job. Hogwarts is my home, and he took it away from me, and now he’s here… And he keeps hurting  you, and it makes me so… frustrated. This is my home, where my family is, and he keeps threatening it.” 

They sat in silence once more. 

“Remus, you are such a strong person, and I’m so proud of you for stepping up to the plate. I know it’s hard, and it’s not going to get any easier, but we’ll get through this together. I know we will.” She kissed him quickly on his cheek. “I love you, Remus.” 

“I love you too.” He said, kissing her back. 

Abigail stood up, heading over to their door. “I’m going to go cook some dinner for us, I think that Draco said he needed to go to the bathroom. Why don’t you carry him in there, and maybe… apologize?”

Remus sighed. “I’ll try.”

Abigail smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.” She opened the door, letting Remus walk out before she followed. 

“Draco,” Remus called out, “Do you need to go to the bathroom? I’ll…” He heard a whimper coming from behind the couch. He frowned. “Draco?” 

He couldn’t see him because he had fallen off of the couch. He had crawled a few inches away, but pain seared through his face, and he clutched his boot. 

“What are you doing?” Remus reached down to pick up Draco, but he squirmed away. 

“Don’t touch me!” He cried out, but Remus grabbed him anyway. Draco screamed out, clawing at Remus. “I don’t want to be near you!” 

“I know you don’t, but you said you needed to use the bathroom.” 

“No! Let me go!” 

Remus huffed, trying to maintain a hold on Draco. “Come on, let’s go.” 

Remus had finally managed to get Draco to the bathroom. His body hurt from the beating Draco had given him, but not once had Remus retaliated. He set Draco on the sink counter, finally letting go of him. Draco tried once more to slide off, but Remus stopped him. 

“Stop, please, leave me alone!” He cried, swatting Remus’s arms away. 

“Draco, please, stop fighting me. I just want to help…”

“No, you don’t! You hate me!” Draco finally stopped moving. “You’ve always hated me.” He slumped forward into Remus’s arms, finally giving up. He hastily tried to brush tears away from his eyes so Remus couldn’t see them. “I don’t want you here. I just want to be away… I want to see my father.” 

“I know Draco, I know… I just…” He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Draco, embracing him in a hug. 

“I’m so sorry I threatened you Draco. I want to be a father for you, a better father than Lucius could ever be, and I need to work on that. But Draco…” He pulled away slightly so he could look Draco in the eyes. “I love you. You don’t need to love me back yet, it’s okay. But know that I want to be your father. I want to show you what it’s like to have a loving family…” 

“I do have a loving family, and you ripped me away from them. And I don’t know where my father is. And my mother…” 

“Just know, Draco,” said Remus, standing up, “That Abigail and I are here for you. We love you. You’re part of our family, whether you’re ready to accept that yet or not.”     Remus made his way to the door. “Just call when you’re done, okay? I won’t be too far away.” He wandered away from the bathroom, but not out of earshot of the door. He spied Abigail in the kitchen, using her wand to toss a salad and stir a pot of soup at the same time. She cocked her eyebrow, silently asking him whether or not he was okay. He just nodded his head. She smiled and turned back to her work.  

A few minutes later, Draco called out. Remus didn’t rush into the bathroom, but stuck his head in. 

“You’re done?” he asked, but he already knew the answer. He gently picked Draco up, helping him wash his hands. Draco blushed, and said something about how he wasn’t a baby, but Remus was just glad he wasn’t fighting him anymore. 

He carried Draco to the kitchen table, and even though there was a slight protest, he plopped him down in one of the chairs. Abigail smiled, setting down a bowl of soup in front of Draco. Remus sat down next to him, and Abigail opted to sit across from him. Draco stared at his bowl, not wanting to look up at the smiling couple. He was ashamed that he even allowed Remus to carry him to the table. 

“Now we look like a normal family having dinner!” said Abigail, happily clapping her hands together. She raised her glass of water. “I say we have a toast. To family!”

Remus raised his glass too. “To family!” 

They clinked them together and drank the glass empty. Draco just sat there quietly.

[heavenzfiend]

Hello my dear! Thought I'd drop by your lovely blog and ask you a few burning questions myself! 🤣💕1. What inspired you to start writing fanfiction? 2. Which work of yours are you particularly proud of? 3. What is your favourite K-drama of all time? Hope you're having a lovely day!! - XOXO

Hi dear!!! Thank you for your "burning" questions 🤣❤. Did you know that in my many, many years of being active on Tumblr, this was one of the first Asks I've ever gotten?! 🤣 I don't know if I'm intimidating or aloof but this whole Ask thing is still unfamiliar to me as the day I started this blog since I've never had many Asks during my Tumblr career so hope I'm... using this thing correctly! 😨😅 Super long answers incoming:

1. What inspired me to write fanfics?! Hmm... So I actually wrote kpop fanfics long time ago, in my middle/high school days with my bestie and we would be the MCs and the hot boys of Dong Bang Shin Ki were our love interests 🤣. This was before the rest of the world even knew of kpop, really. We wrote multi-chaptered, epic stories on scraps of paper, exchange diaries, and on FLOPPY DISKS. I still have the physical copies of few, rare chapters but the floppy disk ones are gone when my disks just stopped working one day 😭😭😭 sad, sad loss... These were never published online and also completely written in Korean haha.

(TVXQ/DBSK will forever have a special place in my heart as my forever oppas, despite... scandals and fallouts in recent times. They were legends of their time, almost the founding fathers of modern kpop I'd say.)

There was a period when I wrote and published a jpop fic for a group called LEAD... wow, that sure takes me back. I don't even remember where I posted that (some jpop forum), what the title was, or if it is still floating around somewhere but yea, it happened.

(Akira Kagimoto, on the left, is whom I had wrote a story for?! It was super angsty too, I rememeber 🤣🤣🤣 My young ass was so wild. I don't even remember why I wrote it since my favorite was absolutely Keita Furuya [middle]... 🤔)

Erm, other than this, I didn't consider myself a writer nor wanted to create anything until I played Samurai Love Ballad Party and that game got me so, so hooked that I started devouring fics (cough, smut) religiously and then opening up and actually befriending writer friends made me more confident in trying out writing myself. I think I just really wanted to write a threesome/foursome for Hideyoshi, Kiyomasa, and Masanori 🤣. My thirst was REAL. I tested out my abilities by writing the Inuchiyo T-rated fic and then I just went for the threesome, when I was like hmm maybe I’m not too shabs 🤣. 

2. Which works am I particularly proud of?! *Checks myself on AO3* Apparently I wrote 21 stories so far! Woohoo! 

Helping Hands  is definitely a special one for me, which started me off on smut-writing in general! As mentioned above, I just really wanted to bang all 3 guys (at the same time?!) and I made it happen and I’m super proud of myself for what I created! 🥰

Alone Again is just... words can’t describe how special that one is to me! Even now, whenever I think of Ieyasu and that MC, my heart just... :’) It makes me smile a very, very bitter smile. Why do I like to HURT so badly?! 😅

3. My favorite Kdrama of all time?!?!?! OMG girl, I have seen SO many Kdramas in my lifetime haha. I would say, in terms of more recent ones, I have to give it up to:

Because This Is My First Life. This drama, I cannot say enough good things about! It’s on Netflix now so I want everyone to check it out, please!!! It’s just so, so good! Ever since I watched this drama, I went on a 2 year+ hiatus on Kdramas because... I don’t know. I felt like nothing could ever top this for me, haha. And I’m STILL in that kdrama slump! I just can never forget this masterpiece! 

It’s about two strangers getting married (fake) for differing reasons relating to housing, like familial pressure/societal pressure/wanting to live with a roommate whom they will never fall for (HA!). 

Lee Minki is just amazing as the male lead and Jung So Min is ADORABLE here. I can’t recommend it enough, seriously! 

Another drama I wanna throw out here is called Wedding, featuring Jang Nara and Ryu Siwon! This one is one of my ABSOLUTE favorites that I come back to time and time again! It’s crazy because I feel like it’s not that popular and no one ever talks about it (in Korea or International!) but I really like it! My mom thinks it was rather boring (?!) which I don’t really get but I guess I’m just special then. It’s about a stoic but genuine/smart guy who meets a cheerful, sweet-yet-ditzy girl through marriage set-up and they get married! It’s about their relationship progressing. Things develop rather slowly but seeing them holding hands, becoming husband/wife, then angsttttt central... I just really love this drama! There is no “villain/villainess” in this drama, which I think makes people think it’s on the boring side. I don’t mind it at all because we use all 20 episodes seeing their love develop! 

It’s a bit on the older side, 2005, but I watch clips of this drama all the time to this day XD. It’s a classic for me, at least! 

Anyways, wow, this turned out SUPER LONG!!! I enjoyed answering your Qs! Thank you so much lovely! Have a wonderful day! 😘😘😘

[krystalreverb]

Something Human (Fic Preview #3)

Edelgard sat down. It was the first time she hadn't been around Hubert in the last few days, and suddenly she felt very alone. Byleth came over and put their hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, don't look so down. He'll be back soon enough. You want some food? Dorothea cooked, but don't worry, I supervised. It came out just fine. I already had one, and I'm not in the infirmary, so they're fine.” Byleth offered Edelgard a sandwich from the plate on the table. Edelgard sighed and took one. “So what's the matter? You look so glum.”

“It's nothing, Professor. I just feel a little strange after that potion, that's all.” She said, taking a bite. “I can't help but worry. We really were fools.”

“Hey, everybody's a fool when they're in their 20s. Your twenties are supposed to be about being a fool, and screwing things up. Hell, I'm not that much older than you, and even I can be an idiot sometimes. You entered into a rather enthusiastic romantic and sexual relationship without thinking through all the consequences first. It happens. But I have to ask.... is he at least good in bed?”

“Professor!” Edelgard said, scandalized. Then she grinned wickedly. “Extremely. You heard Linhardt. According to Linhardt, you heard me. Now, for an inexperienced as we both are, he is at the very least adequate. He knows what he's doing, anyway.”

“Good! So at least you have that going for you. And I'm glad you found the book you needed. I've done my best to replace the ones that Seteth got rid of but I'm not a miracle worker.” Byleth said. “I'll see if I can't find some sheepskin in the marketplace and fashion you two a few condoms. I'm a mercenary, I know how to make them. Believe it or not, my father taught me. He knows what mercenaries get up to. They make cheaper ones out of oiled paper and beeswax but I think Hubert's allergic to beeswax. Last time I tried to give him anything with beeswax like that in it he broke out into a rash and was scratching for four days. It took three trips to the infirmary to clear it up.” They clapped Edelgard on the back good-naturedly and got up to walk away to stand back in the corner and let their students interact.

“It's the herbal oils he's allergic to.” Edelgard corrected nonchalantly, looking over her shoulder to Byleth walking away. “He has to fashion his own hypoallergenic soap, unscented. He's allergic to the lavender oil in the standard military soap.”

“Yeah, that was it. I had him deliver a bar of soap to a soldier who'd run out and he came back red and blotchy.” Byleth confirmed idly, picking up a dining hall menu and beginning to absently flip through it.

“That explains why he always smells like rendered grease!” Caspar interrupted. “I always wondered why he smelled kinda like weapon oil when he doesn't use a weapon. I thought it was just another Mystery of Hubert.”

Edelgard snorted. “He's allergic to a few things, actually. Strawberries, herbal oils, and certain nuts, I believe. He may have seasonal allergies as well, but he never spends enough time outdoors for me to study that. I think the only herbal oil he's not allergic to is peppermint, but he hates both the scent and taste of peppermint so he doesn't use it for anything.”

“How can one hate peppermint? It is being such a useful and tasty thing!” Petra exclaimed. “I am thinking that Hubert is the strange one.”

Edelgard giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, and snorting. “I don't understand it either, but he does. He's said he likes the scent of spearmint, specifically, but he's allergic to spearmint and spearmint oil so he doesn't use that either.”

“Yeah, yeah, allergies and stuff; Hubert's got a rash or whatever. So tell me.” Caspar slid in close, eyebrows wiggling playfully, elbowing Edelgard in the ribs gently, “Does he have a magic penis?”

“What? No!” Edelgard flushed, shoving him away, which only made him laugh. “Do you really believe that the only way I'd be attracted to him would be if his penis was magical?”

“Oh, I thought he said 'matching penis'.” Ferdinand said out loud, almost with relief, hand on his chest like he'd almost had a heart attack.

“I feel like most men have a matching penis.” Linhardt yawned, looking up from his book briefly and gesturing down his body with his hand lazily towards his crotch.

“Eh, you'd think.” Byleth replied bluntly and without hesitation from their corner, flipping through the dining hall menu idly and not looking up, making half the table laugh uncomfortably.

“I am hating this conversation very much.” Petra curled up her nose in disgust. “Can we please be speaking of something else that is not Hubert's penis?”

“I am inclined to agree with Petra.” Edelgard said firmly. “My relationship-- nor Hubert's genitals-- should not be the most talked-about subject at this table.”

“Look, we'll just come out and say it. We all heard you guys having ridiculous, loud, kinky sex all last night. Of course your relationship is going to be the most talked-about thing here. The proud, powerful Emperor and her loyal dark knight who worships the ground she walks on. It's like stuff out of Dorothea's bad romance novels.” Caspar said. Dorothea pouted.

“They're not bad!” She insisted.

“They're awful.” Ferdinand blurted. “As if a nobleman would ever behave in such a manner. Sleeping his way through half the maids? That's unbecoming of a noble. A real noble would at least choose one.”

“Anyway,” Caspar stressed, quieting the idle chatter, “What I'm trying to say is, we're all very happy for you, woohoo you found love in the middle of this war-torn hellscape we live in, yay! But of course it's going to be talked about. You can't just wake up half the Strike Force with your loud kinky Hubert sex and expect us not to talk about it.”

Edelgard blushed furiously. “I suppose, in my position I should have been more careful.”

“Sometimes, to be letting go of your crown and having a good time is necessary.” Petra said. “Just do not be doing it so loudly.”

“I already apologized for that!” Edelgard's face seemed to turn even redder. “I honestly didn't realize I was being so loud, and Hubert didn't say anything because, as he puts it, 'I happened to be enjoying myself'. Apparently he likes it when I scream.”

“We can tell.” Ferdinand said. “We could hear him, too, you know. He wasn't exactly silent either. We all heard him yelling out blessings and thanks to Gods last night. He's loud too. And we're pretty sure he has a little body worship fetish.”

Edelgard's face met the table with a subdued groan. Hubert came trotting back in, covered in dirt, with the trowel in his hand. Brushing off his clothes, he handed the trowel back to Byleth and sat down at the table with his head in his hands. Edelgard put her hand on his back, between his shoulderblades. He sighed and lifted his head. He looked around. “What? What are you all gawking at?” He hissed.

Caspar covered his mouth with his hand to avoid laughing. He turned away, snickering into his hand.

Hubert huffed and took a sandwich. “You realize that I don't even have to touch you to kill you, right? I can kill you where you stand from over here. Won't even cost me any effort. It's as simple as breathing, crushing your stupid head with dark magic. Shall we see what color your brains are? Probably blue, as oxygen-deprived as your brain obviously must be inside that thick skull of yours.” He eyed Caspar dangerously, his golden eyes glinting with murderous intent.

Caspar immediately looked away, whistling innocently, pretending not to notice that Hubert was clearly angry and about to commit a random act of violence.

“They kept asking me if you had a magic penis.” Edelgard tattled, pouting.

“Aw, come on!” Caspar crowed, looking back at them. “Tattletale!”

Hubert snorted. “It's about as magical as the rest of me. I could probably piss out a hex or two if I tried.” He replied, taking a bite of his sandwich. “That being said, I try not to use magic in the bedroom if I can help it. I find it cheapens the experience.”

“Oh? Then what was that back there?” Edelgard teased. “What with the conjuring?”

Caspar worriedly mouthed 'conjuring?' towards Petra, who simply shrugged and seemed to indicate she didn't want to think about it, waving her hand dismissively. Dorothea's eyes went very wide. What on earth is Hubert conjuring in the bedroom? Byleth snorted loudly and covered it up by coughing into their hand.

“I said I try, not that I always succeed.” Hubert said, face turning pink slightly. “Is this going to become 20 Questions about our relationship from this room?”

“It'll be 50 if I can drag Bernadetta out of her room. Five minutes.” Ferdinand rushed off. Hubert rolled his eyes.

“Great. All I wanted was food.” He lamented. “I haven't eaten much in the last couple of days.”

“Nor have I.” Edelgard sighed. “Another foolish decision on our part.”

“In our defense, I truly, honestly was not in the mood for doing anything else.” Hubert admitted. “Why? Why eat when you alone could sustain me?” Most of their friends could not have said before that moment that they had ever seen quite a look of saccharine love in Hubert's eyes before, nor had they seen him ever tick up Edelgard's chin in such a loving, nurturing way with his index finger. Edelgard blushed.

“Quiet, you. Eat your sandwich.” She chided, cheeks pink and hands placed delicately on Hubert's chest. “Wasn't it you who said we should keep this behind closed doors?”

Caspar made mock gagging noises. Dorothea slowly pulled out a notebook and a quill, and began taking notes, as though her friends' relationship would come with a quiz at the end.

“Please.” Hubert eyed Caspar warningly before continuing. “Our friends, at least, have made it perfectly clear that they already know. At least, around them, I can adore you, can I not? Is it not a fundamental human right of a man to adore and cherish those who he loves?”

Caspar groaned. Dorothea was writing in her notebook furiously, occasionally looking up to get a good look at Hubert stroking Edelgard's cheek, or Edelgard's blushing cheeks and eyes cast down as though she were nervous. Linhardt was eyeing the happy couple with contempt and mild disgust. They were spoiling his appetite and being altogether cruel. Poor Linhardt had no one to warm his soul on a chilly night, so why should they get to be so cavalier about their own forbidden love?

Edelgard laughed and finally gently pushed Hubert away. “Eat. Take it as an order if you have to. You can't fight if you're going hungry, and I need you now more than ever to break through the enemy ranks. You're the only one of us who can use dark magic. We need a little of that. So eat.”

“Of course, my lady. I obey.” He took another bite of his sandwich and settled into his seat.