#this one got a liiiitle bit away from me

[kujousgf]

Okay but what about g!p Nat getting r pregnant at a one night stand. R actually being yelenas best friend who always said her sister is off limits and told nat her friends are off limits. Nat being a player. But like a happy ending

KISS ME UNTIL MY LIPS FALL OFF mdni. 18+

pairings ; natasha romanoff + f ! reader (romantic), yelena belova + f ! reader (platonic), wanda maximoff + f ! reader (platonic)

summary ; you know you shouldn't, really you do, but there's just something about natasha that pulls you in and wraps an iron chain around your heart

warnings ; fade to black smut (i'm the worst, i know), natasha has a penis, unprotected sex, pregnancy, top ! natasha, bottom ! reader, tiny bit of angst, intoxication, morning sickness

wc ; 2.5k~

a/n ; i hope this is what you were looking for !! i got a liiiitle carried away with this i think. also this is not proofread ! (also, please do not use the term 'g!p', just say 'character with penis' please !)

“She is off limits, Natalia. I can see that look in your eyes, she’s too nice for you.”

“She is no good for you, Y/N. Don’t fall for her annoying charms.”

That is what Yelena had said to both of you, separately, of course, the first time you met her sister. For Natasha it was a thinly veiled threat and for you it was a warning– Natasha was no good, she would break your heart. 

That was about four years ago and while the two of you tried your best to respect Yelena’s wishes, you more so than Natasha, it was getting increasingly harder to deny the attraction you felt towards each other. You never wanted to cross Yelena’s boundaries, she was your best friend since you two were old enough to walk. A betrayal like that would shake your friendship in ways you didn’t want to think about. 

You understand that Yelena just wants the best for you, knowing of her sister’s habit of sleeping with girls only to leave them in the middle of the night and suddenly forget they exist, but there was just something that wouldn't stop tugging you towards Natasha. There was no denying her attractiveness, anyone with eyes could tell that the redhead was attractive, but it was the way she treated you that really had you weak in the knees. She was frustratingly charming and stupidly sweet. When Yelena was around to shoot daggers at her for her flirting, she claimed that she was just being friendly. 

“What’s wrong with being nice to a pretty girl, Lena?”

You two had shared more than a few tender moments alone, but nothing past a soft kiss and a quietly whispered ‘You know we can’t’ that always left Natasha wanting more of you. She knew you wanted to respect Yelena, she did, and she lov– liked you for how much you cared for her sister, but God, she wished you cared a little less. She wished you were a little more selfish, a little more willing to let her have you. 

Natasha doesn’t know when she developed actual feelings for you past physical attraction, and she’d rather not think about it, if she were being honest. It didn’t matter what she felt for you if she could never act on it, if it would make her feel rotten for acting on it, for crossing a boundary Yelena had set and you were trying your hardest to set yourself. So, she did what she’d been doing best for the past three years: slept with almost every girl that the only gay bar in Ohio had to offer. 

It’s not like the both of you hadn’t tried to move on, but nothing ever seemed to stick. None of the girls Natasha slept with made the burning hole in her chest ease its aching, and no one you ever tried to date could ever compare to Natasha. Even that pretty blonde pilot with the same type of dominating presence couldn’t tear your heart away from the Russian. You think you might have to try and erase Natasha from your memory, but even then you don’t think it would work. Your heart would still remember her. 

Too many drinks and Yelena’s birthday party is how you ended up here, in the one place you shouldn’t be. Natasha just looked so pretty tonight, even wearing something so simple as her usual leather jacket and black jeans, you finally just couldn’t contain yourself. You two are in the guest bedroom of Yelena’s apartment, Natasha’s hands gripping your waist as you grind against her lap, your hands tangled in her hair. 

This is the first time the two of you had gone past a soft kiss or a gentle hand brushing against each other. It’s been four years of torture, trying to deny each other of what you both wanted, and now that you have it, it doesn’t seem like either of you want to let go. Natasha had been a little shocked when you barged into the room she was occupying for the night, but who is she to deny you when you were all red cheeked and asking for her to please kiss you?

“Okay, okay. Slow down, sweetheart.” Natasha laughs, breathless as she pulls away from your lips, her hands stilling your hips. God, she wants to keep going, but she could taste the liquor on your lips, and the last thing she wanted to do was let you do something you’d regret. You try to chase her lips, a pout making its way onto your features, but she holds you back. 

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Just looking at you, Tasha.” You grumble, trying to press your lips to hers again. 

“Hey, hey, come on. Listen to me for a minute, okay?” She reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear and brushes her thumb across your cheek. The touch feels like electricity shooting through your body and you wish she would just stop trying to talk to you. Does she not want you like you want her?

“You know, once we do this there’s no going back, Y/N. You have to be sure, okay? Do you want this?”

“Yes. Please, Tasha, I want you. Don’t make me wait any longer, please.”

And, well, who is Natasha to say no to that?

It isn’t until Natasha sneaks out of the room at 4am to get a drink and she’s confronted with Yelena in the kitchen that she realizes what she’s done. Yelena has never told her that anyone is off limits besides you, and she can’t even keep it in her pants for one night? (She knows it’s been four years, but you’ve only approached her like this the one time.)

She tries to act like nothing is different, like she’s just grabbing some water, but Yelena raises an eyebrow at the difference in the air around her sister. She’s not as stupid as the two of you seem to think she is, she’s noticed the downright disgusting tension between the two of you and the horrible lovey dovey eyes her sister makes towards you. 

“You break her heart and I break your ribs. Got it?”

Natasha chokes on her water, she would’ve thought she’d be a little more concerned for her heart, but this is fine, “Got it.”

And then Yelena is walking out of the kitchen to go to her own room. On her birthday? You two just had to do it on her birthday? Unbelievable. 

Since that night, you and Natasha had gone on a couple of dates and you’ve been trying to spend as much time with each other as possible. You hadn’t slept with each other since, it was hard to find the right opportunity while she was staying with Yelena for the next month while her house was being renovated and your roommate Wanda always seemed to be at your apartment lately. 

About a week later you woke up feeling like something was off. You didn’t know what it was until your body was moving on its own accord and you found yourself rushing to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach. God, you hoped you weren’t getting sick. As you sat with your back leaning against the cool glass of the shower, you closed your eyes for a second before it hit you. 

Natasha didn’t wear a condom. 

Oh God, Natasha didn’t wear a condom. You scramble to get yourself up and brush your teeth before rushing out of the bathroom and tugging on a pair of sweatpants and an old college sweater of Natasha’s that she left a couple of nights ago. What time is it? You pat your pockets and then fish out your phone, 7:56am. Okay, the pharmacy should be open by the time you get there. 

This is fine, it’s probably nothing. You’re probably just sick, maybe you shouldn’t have eaten as much candy as you did, but Natasha was so happy to get you something you liked and you were really craving it. You tug on your shoes and you’re out the door and walking down the street in less than two minutes. 

The walk to the pharmacy is relatively short, you chose an apartment in the city, so nothing is more than a 15 minute walk. Your fingers tap against your thigh as you pick out one of the many options and you walk to the checkouts, but not before grabbing a chocolate bar. You’ve been really wanting one for days now, but that has nothing to do with this, you just like chocolate, that’s all. You groan, what are you even trying to do right now? Convince your subconscious that you’re not pregnant?

The walk back to your apartment seems like it takes forever and you don’t even need to drink a bunch of water because your nerves are making you feel like you’re going to piss your pants anyway. 

Wanda chooses the exact moment you start pacing in the bathroom to come out of her room, concealing a yawn behind her hand. “Y/N, why are you doing laps in the bathroom? If there’s a bug somewhere just kill it.”

“No, I’m not– there’s not a bug, Wands. I’m just…” You pause, fidgeting with the hem of your, well, Natasha’s sweatshirt, “I think I might be pregnant.”

A pause. 

“You think what?!”

“Don’t say that like that! It’s not a bad thing I think. I just– I just don’t know how Natasha will react.” You wrap your arms around yourself and deflate a little bit, just the idea of Natasha being upset has you acting like a kicked puppy.

Wanda softens and walks towards you, wrapping her arms around you in a hug, “I’m sure Natasha will react just fine. And if she doesn’t then that’s her problem, not yours.” You lean into her and let yourself relax for a minute. You hadn’t known Wanda for as long as Yelena, you only met in your freshman year of college, but you consider her one of your best friends. 

“Y/N… I think you should take a look.” Wanda had taken a quick peek at the test over your shoulder, and she squeezes you softly before pulling away. 

You turn around and try your hardest not to feel too scared. Either outcome is fine, right? 

Two lines. 

You were pregnant.

Tears start to prick at your eyes and you’re not sure why, but you find yourself turning and hiding yourself in Wanda’s arms, not able to stop yourself from crying. You only just started properly seeing Natasha, what if she hates you? What if she never wants to see you again? What if–

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. Everything’s okay. She won’t hate you.”

Wanda’s soothing voice reaches your ears and you realize you must have been saying those things out loud. You nod against her chest and sniffle, trying to get yourself to stop crying. You had to tell Natasha, you have to get yourself ready and make yourself look presentable. 

Wanda helps you get ready, telling you soothing things every once in a while when you start to worry again, trying to reassure you that Natasha isn’t going to hate you. And, if anything, this is Natasha’s fault anyway, but she doesn’t say that part. She drives you to Yelena’s apartment where Natasha is staying for the time being and gives you a reassuring smile, saying she’ll be waiting right outside if you need her. But if you don’t come out in 15 minutes she’s leaving because she has to go open the bookstore for Darcy. 

You give her a weak nod and walk the now intimidating path up to Yelena’s apartment. You stand outside for a whole two minutes before getting the courage to knock. You knew Yelena wasn’t home and that it would be Natasha to answer the door. The blonde went to kickboxing every Saturday morning and wouldn’t be back for at least another hour. 

Natasha is a little surprised to see you standing outside her door at 8:30 in the morning, but then she takes in your slightly red eyes and still tear stained cheeks and she’s ushering you inside with an arm around your waist and a concerned look on her face.

“What’s the matter, baby? Are you hurt? What happened? Do you need me to call Yelena? What’s going on?” The words tumble from Natasha’s lips before she can stop them, the need to protect you and make sure you’re safe overpowering anything else she might have wanted to say. Like how cute you look in her sweater. 

You shake your head and suddenly there are tears in your eyes again and your bottom lip starts to wobble. “No, p–please don’t call Yelena. I just– I need to talk to you.” You’re trying not to cry again, but you don’t know how to say it. You don’t know how to break the news in a way that won’t destroy the only thing you’ve wanted for the last four years. 

The concern in Natasha’s eyes isn’t making this any easier as she takes you over to sit on the couch, sitting next to you and taking your hand in hers, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles. “Alright, we can talk. You can talk to me. What’s going on, sweetheart?” 

“I-I…” Your fingers twitch nervously in her hands, “Natasha, I’m pregnant.” And the confession ruins any chance you had of stopping yourself from crying, afraid she’s going to push you away or yell at you or tell you to get out or–

Natasha’s eyes widen and her breathing stops for a moment, you’re pregnant? But you hadn’t slept together since– Oh. Oh. 

And then she snaps back to the present where you’re crying and she’s frozen like an idiot. And she’s gotta do something before you come to the wrong conclusion. This should be fine, though, right? She loves you, she can do this. She can do this, can’t she?

 “Hey, hey, hey. Look at me.” She speaks softly, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears with her thumbs. She takes one look at your face and now she’s trying to keep the tears out of her own eyes. “Everything’s gonna be okay, yeah, baby? Everything’s gonna be fine. We’re gonna figure it out.” She brings your head towards her chest and wraps one arm around you while the other strokes your hair. You’re crying harder now, but you think maybe they might be relieved tears, happy ones, even? 

“We’re gonna figure it out.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Yeah, she can do this.

[minnielvrr]

Shopping

Lee: Felix Ler: Hyunjin Word Count: 850

A/N: Sorry if there are any mistakes, I'm suuper sleep deprived rn but I wanted to write something 🥺 Hope you guys like it🤗🩷🥰 Okay I finally got soem sleep so I made some edits to this🤭🧚

It was a peaceful trip together, and this was probably the most relaxed Felix had felt in months. He loved his work as an idol but the tough schedules got to him from time to time, and getting to spend time with Hyunjin, just strolling around and exploring a new country felt so good. He took a deep breath and turned when he heard the click of a camera. “Another candid?” He inquired with a smile, Hyunjin nodding in satisfaction as he inspected the photo.

Eventually the two entered a rather large boutique with many beautiful and unique outfits, Felix immediately picking up an armful of clothes to try on, from the many racks surrounding him. He hesitated a little when he saw the curtain dividers they had in the fitting rooms, Hyunjin assuring him that he’d keep a lookout for the blonde. He tried on article after article of clothing, separating the ones he wanted to keep and the ones that didn’t quite fit.

Felix was on his fifth piece, admiring the soft blue of the fabric as he showed it off to Hyunjin. He realized too late however that he couldn’t take it off. Grunting quietly, he yanked on the fabric that had gotten stuck around his chest, making his arms stick out above his head.

After a few more fruitless attempts, he gave up, “Jinnie, can you help me?” The ferret poked his head in curiously, eyes widening when he saw the chick’s predicament.

“Sure.”

Grinning, Hyunjin closed the curtain behind him and lifted his arms to where the fabric was wrapped tight around the boy’s ribs and gently tried to pry it up.

“Careful!” Felix urged, determined to bring the piece home. Smirking to himself, Hyunjin lightly traced the edges of the fabric, dragging his nails over the hills and valleys of his lean upper body, giddily watching as Felix tried his hardest not to squirm at the ticklish feeling.

“C’mohon, Jihinnie help me out here!” He whined, desperately trying to evade the inevitable. “Hey Felix, you seem a little jumpy,” Hyunjin remarked innocently, resting his hands on Felix’s sides. The shorter boy tensed, willing his body to relax and hoping that Hyunjin wasn’t gonna do what he thought he would.

Eyes gleaming, Hyunjin pressed his fingers just a liiiitle bit deeper into Lixie’s sides, watching in delight as the boy’s body jerked away. “Hyunjin! Not here, nohohoho plehehease, they’ll hear us!”

“Well then, I guess that means you’ll have to be real quiet then hmm, Yongbokkie?” The gentle touches became more persistent, fingers scribbling up and down Felix’s exposed torso as the boy squirmed and gasped, attempting to walk away, only to be caught again by the artist.

“P-plehehease Hehehehyune,” airy giggles and pleas broke free, his lips curled up in mirth. The veins in his neck popped out as he struggled to keep in his laughs, a beautiful pink color bleeding down to his chest. Felix was insanely flustered to say the least.

“Better not move around too much, Lixie, or you might accidentally damage such a beautiful top.” Oh Hyunjin knew what he was doing, a hint of cruel joy seeping into his expression as he watched Felix shimmy around, all soft giggles and breathy laughter as he tried his best to stay quiet. The taunts and wriggly fingers were almost too much for poor Lixie to handle.

And he was doing so well, but then again Hyunjin had also been rather merciful this whole time. Getting a little bored with the muted reactions, Hyunjin risked it all and suddenly dug his fingers into Felix's overly sensitive sides, massaging deep circles into the toned muscle.

Felix jerked away as if he was being tasered, a loud yelp of, 'not there!' slipping out before he squeezed his eyes shut and finally gave into the tickles. Strained, high-pitched laughs filled the small space, making Hyunjin smile in happiness.

The crimson of Lixie's cheeks and ears only darkened with his growing embarrassment. Soft laughs and whimpers left his throat the more he tried to stay silent amidst Hyunjin’s ruthless attack. He sucked in a big breath of cool air before sealing his lips shut.

In a last-ditch effort, Felix dropped to his knees in a week attempt to escape. He wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer and Hyunjin seemed to know that, even as he was tackled onto the clean floor.

“Jinnie, Hyunjihihin plehehehease, they'll hehehehear uhuhUHUS,” he begged, breathless laughter, deepening into sweet babbles. At this point Felix didn't even care if the top got torn. He was much more worried that someone might have heard him and would come to check on the source of the noise.

He reckoned he'd probably die of embarrassment if anyone had to see him this way; giggling and blushing while half his upper body was trapped in a stupid piece of clothing.

Soon enough though, Hyunjin let up, easily slipping the cloth over Felix's head and ruffling his hair in adoration at the sight that met his eyes. Unable to help himself, he squished the chick's rosy cheeks, cooing at how ruffled the boy looked.

“So cute Lixie. I'll be waiting juuust outside if you need my help again,” he winked, and just like that, the sneaky ferret dissapeared behind the curtain. Felix was left staring after him, eyes teary and face steaming as his mind replayed the events that had just taken place.

Maybe he needed to do this more often. Maybe it wasn't so bad going shopping every so often.

[oc-aita]

AITA for tearing apart a friend group?

This is a bit of a long one, so strap in. I go by a few different names, but to you can call me P (M, no clue how old I am. A few hundred years, at least?) Anyways, I created this virus that turns people into mutated monsters many years ago, and have been spreading it across numerous dimensions ever since. But I didn't just do this for no reason. It’s me and my colleagues’ jobs to keep the number of dimensions in check, and I do that with my virus.

So I go around and do my thing, and it’s gotten pretty repetitive by now. I’m bored out of my mind when who do I notice? A colony of weird-looking survivors! There’s a robot, a skeleton(?), some edgy guy, and a bossy guy with a bandana. I couldn’t pass up this opportunity, and disguised myself as a robot before “randomly stumbling across” their colony in an attempt to join them.

After some time, everyone had accepted me as one of their own. Well, everyone but the bossy guy with the bandana. To make things worse, I learned that they purposely came to this dimension to track down and destroy the source of the virus. They wanted me dead! And they didn’t even realize I was who they were looking for! I decided that I'd have to do something about this before they found out. I take my job seriously, and I'm not going to let some rag-tag group of survivors ruin my fun.

Unfortunately for me, I got a liiiitle bit too cocky when it came to undisguising myself while away from the colony. The real robot saw me, and I had to tear them in half. No witnesses and all. But it's not like I killed them, since robots can always be rebuilt, right? Anyways, bossy guy eventually confronts me on the real robot's disappearance, and I play dumb. I would have been busted then and there if the maybe-a-skeleton and the edgy guy didn't vouch for me. Bossy guy wasn't happy, but he allowed me to stay. He was already on to me, so I knew I had to act fast if I was gonna go through with my plan.

A few weeks later, I catch the edgy guy off-guard while he was on a supply run and I infect him. I scuff myself up and run back, claiming that we got jumped by some infected and I lost track of the edgy dude. Bossy guy is FURIOUS and keeps saying that I'm suspicious and that I should be dismantled or at least thrown out, but the maybe-skeleton blows up at bossy guy saying that he's both a jerk and paranoid. 90% sure skeleton trusted me since the real robot was his best friend and I gave him my 'condolences’ after he never came back. Also apparently the edgy guy was his boyfriend? Whoops.

After a back-and fourth shouting match, bossy guy packed his things and stormed off, leaving just me and skeleton. Knowing that the group weren't a threat to me anymore, I leave skeleton and get into contact with one of my colleagues and tell him what I did. But to my surprise, he said that what I did was 'completely unnecessary’ and 'really messed up.' I personally don't see it that way, since I'm just doing my job. But AITA in the end?

[linesfromzaun]

Can I ask for more Dad!Silco x Mother!Reader, Baby!Jinx 🥺🙏?

Of course!!! I had this idea in my head for a bit, and imma put it here since y’all love it so much!!

Rating: G

Tags: crying baby, Silco being a good husband, fluff, comfort

Piercing wails from the cradle across the room wakes you from your sleep.

Jinx was a little over 9 weeks, and went from a peaceful baby to child who could barely sleep. You worried for her, hoping nothing was wrong.

You sat up to comfort Jinx for what felt like the millionth time tonight, until a hand grasped your forearm.

“I’ve got her, get some rest. I will call the doctor shortly to see if anything is troubling her.” You give an exhausted nod and lie back down under the covers.

You hear the faint whispers of Silco hushing Jinx and saying sweet words to her. He takes her out of the room to the office, allowing you to have some peace.

As much as you wanted to fall back asleep, all you could do was think about Jinx and her health. Your chest felt tight and the head swam with anxiety. What we’re you doing wrong? What if you weren’t meant to be a mother?

Once Silco had gotten her to calm down, he placed her back in her cradle with her stuffed monkey to fall asleep. Sighing, he got back under the covers with you. Your sniffling alerted him, and he instantly pulled you into his arms. “It’s alright, we’ll figure out what is wrong.”

“What am I doing wrong, Sil?” A kiss is pressed to your forehead and he wipes away a stray tear.

“You are doing nothing wrong, you are a wonderful mother.” You curl into him, allowing him to rest his chin on the crown of your head.

____

The next morning consisted of getting Jinx ready for a check up, and Silco being there every step of the way. He knew how your postpartum anxiety was, to not be able to do anything to ease it was eating him from the inside out.

“This doctor took very good care of you, I am sure she will do the same for Jinx.”

“You are doing the best you can, that is the best mother Jinx could ever ask for.”

“I am so proud of you, my love, and I am here no matter what.”

When you finally arrived, the doctor was quick to take you both in and see Jinx.

“Silco, you informed me that she hasn’t been sleeping well?” The doctor grabs a clipboard and he nods silently. “Any other symptoms that have been abnormal for her?��

“I’ve noticed she has been spitting up a lot more, sometimes she doesn’t even want to eat.” The doctor nods and writes some more down on her clipboard.

“Mom, is it okay if I give Jinx a few pokes? I think I might know what’s bothering her.” You nod and allow her to take Jinx, watching closely. “Hiya, cutie! I’m gonna poke your belly a little bit, and if you don’t show any signs of pain, I’m just going to take a liiiitle swab and see if my first guess is right.”

The doctor lies her down on the soft padded table and gives Jinx a few tiny presses with her fingers. Jinx let’s out a little giggle at the ticklish feeling, and you and Silco relax. “So no pain there, let me swab your mouth real quick aaaaaaand done! Okay, you can go back to mommy and daddy, I promise I’m done!” She gently hands you back Jinx, and you kiss her head. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to test this pH level, nothing bad! Just a routine test.”

Once the nurse exits the door you turn to Silco, who’s leg is bouncing at a thousand miles an hour. “I’m surprised I didn’t throw up.” Silco let’s out a chuckle at your honesty and rubs your back with a free hand.

“You did look a little pale, my dear.” He rests his elbows on his knees and looks at Jinx. “You’ve given us quite the scare, little one, I am glad your tummy doesn’t hurt.” You smile as he presses a kiss to her cheek and she smiles at him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say the word “tummy” before.” Silco rolls his eyes is fein embarrassment.

“It’s only for my little girl, don’t get comfortable with it.” You giggle and watch as Jinx toys with his fingers, smiling as they wiggle in her hands.

A knock on the door is heard and you both straighten up. “So, her saliva did test for a low pH, but if anything: I only have good news. What she has is a little acid reflux, but it is temporary and extremely treatable.” You let out a huge sigh and hold Jinx a little tighter. “I’m guessing when she does eat, she consumes a lot of milk?”

“Yeah, she eats like it’s her last meal.” The doctor laughs and writes something down.

“So, we’re going to have to break up her meals more, pace her throughout the day. Try to have her sit up as she feeds if she’s having a particularly bad episode. Have her upright at least 2-3 hours after feeding. Keep her on that route and she’ll be back to her normal self!”

“Thank you, we appreciate it so much.”

“Not a problem at all, I’m glad she’s okay! Jinx has some good parents to check on her like this.” You smile and allow your little family to be escorted out of the building.

Once you had arrived home, you get so much calmer. Doing as the doctor ordered and once Silco had gotten her to sleep: it stayed that way.

Walking out of your shared bedroom, you walked up to him and pulled him into you. You kiss him deeply and wrap your arms around his neck. Pulling away, you see a slight blush on his nose and cheek.

“Well, that was a lovely surprise.”

“That’s my “thank you” to you, I think I would’ve lost my shit if I didn’t have you here.” He chuckles and pulls you in closer.

“No “thank you’s” needed, I’m doing just as I swore in my vows to you.”

[fourseasonsfigs]

Ace vs Ace - Flirting

Yesterday's Ace vs Ace Livestream warmup figs post could only be followed up by Ace vs Ace figs from the variety show itself!

Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun appeared together on episode 9 of Season 6 of Ace vs. Ace on March 14, 2021. Unfortunately, I don't have a link for the full English sub of the episode available, which is a real shame as this was a fun episode with a lot of cute moments.

The inspiration for these figs comes from a game on the show where the guests were asked to quickly act out a spoken word or phrase.

This scene depicts the two's frankly hilarious interpretation of "flirting". Here's the trailer video, which helpfully has a cut of their frankly quite inspired rendition:

I mean...why wouldn't flirting be slapping at each other's hands and looking like you're having a grand time doing it?

The fig maker got their expressions right on! Zhehan's mischevious eyes and big laughing mouth, and Junjun's equally as delighted big beaming smile. The hair is also really well done in that in captures Zhehan's buzz cut and Junjun's short but styled look. I really wish Tumblr would allow me more than one video a post, because there's another cute acting-out-action in this game where they are patting each other's heads.

These aren't my favorite outfits of theirs, but I think the fig maker did an excellent job with the details on them.

And here they are! Cutely slap fighting away. The fig versions are a liiiitle bit closer together than in the show, mostly because their fig arms aren't fully extended. It looks like they're playing smooch patty cake.

I just spun them around here so you could see from this side with them still flirting away. You can see the fig maker took special care to maintain Junjun's long tall figure and Zhehan's slightly shorter curvier one!

Both of these look like they'll stand just fine on their own, but they don't. I thought their tendency to topple over would be offset if I just had them leaning against their hands (it's most accurate anyway!) but they kept falling over.

I had to put Zhehan on a fig sticker because he just wouldn't stay standing no matter what. Junjun is a little more solid, but isn't super stable standing up either. For permanent display they're definitely going onto the little fig bases I have on the way.

Little bit of an overhead shot here - not too much detail really other than Zhehan's delightfully spiky buzz cut. You know how much I love my long-haired Zhehan figures, but it's nice to have some different looks too!

The figures also come with a gong standee. The first pic above has Zhehan leaning on the side of the gong, but it's mostly cut off from the picture. Here's a better pic of the two of them with the gong:

The striker was not included with the standee, but that's ok. We'd have had to have them posing different if they were modeling this moment instead of the flirting moment.

The gentlemen with the standee for size comparison purposes.

Bright and cheerful box cards. I can see the orange cheering them on from the audience!

Material: PVC (figs) and acrylic (gong)

Fig Count: 116

Diorama Count: 7

Snowglobe Count: 1

Rating: The hottest CP is right here!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[jordanstrophe]

Be a Good Guest, part 4

**I’m tired, so if there’s typos shh, we don’t see them**

CW: Whump, captivity, punishment belting, glass shard wounds, blood, escape attempt, manhandling, dragging, creepy/parental whumper, restraints, forced to repeat rules

MASTERLIST

Night fell as Gabriel sat on the floor, his arms and head laying against the couch cushions. He held the butter knife tucked against the side of his arm. Walter was off in the house somewhere rustling around, moving furniture, hammering nails, rattling equipment. He didn’t tell him what he was making, but he knew it was for him, a “surprise” he called it. His spine shivered every time he thought about it, his heart was constantly elevated and pounding in his chest. It never seemed to calm down since the car crash. 

He slunk off the couch, sitting next to the hook his leg was shackled to as he wedged the butter knife into the wood gaps. Every time there was a loud banging noise from Walter, Gabriel would use the knife as a lever to slowly pull off splinters of wood, some making an occasional cracking sound. 

A big chuck of wood snapped off, flipping in the air as he flinched back. He already had a few splinters in his hand, he would rather not have one in his eye. He pulled at the metal loop, wiggling it around to see if it could come free yet, to his surprise, he felt a faint pop as one side had come loose. He took an excited shuddering breath, unbelieving that it was finally, finally happening.

He desperately jostled it back and forth, as it let out a high-pitch squeaking noise grinding against the wood. He almost got carried away until he noticed Walter’s hammering had stopped. 

Silence.

Please don���t come out. Of all the times, please don’t come out now.

He heard him scooting furniture around again as he took a sigh of relief.

He forced the hook back and forth until one side popped off. He gasped when adrenaline shot through his body, his hands trembled uncontrollably as he slipped the chain off it. He jumped to his feet, wrapping the chain around his arm as he kept nervously glancing down the hall.

He tiptoed to the door, looking up at the dozens of locks clamping it closed. He tried to unlatch them as slowly as possible, light clattering kept escaping with every move. This was impossible to do silently, but he was so close. He wanted so badly to just rip all the latches open and run, but there was still time to mess this up. 

He froze when he realized the house was silent. Too silent. 

“Gabriel?” A voice called. 

He jumped out of his skin when he heard his name being called. He whirled around in a panic until he grabbed the first thing closest to him, a tiny almost doll-like chair as he hoisted it over his head, staggering over to the window. It’s now or never...

He slammed the chair into the glass as hard as he could, it shattered and crumbled to the floor in fractures. He heard his name being yelled as he threw himself out the window, shards of glass remaining around the window slicing his arms and legs. He was still barefoot, as the dirt beneath him was cold as ice. The grass wasn’t any better as he ran, ignoring the blood running down his arm, the freezing air chilling his skin, the heavy chain still clamped around his leg and around his arm. 

It was dark, he was barely dodging the silhouettes of trees but he could just see the break where the road was where his car had crashed. Sure enough the car was long gone. He climbed the hill about half way till his foot slipped, hitting the ground as the chain fell from his arms. He hesitated, glancing behind him at the chain loosely dragging behind him, but pulled himself back up and kept going.

He gasped when his foot was snagged back, turning around to realize the chain had got caught on a root. 

“Gabriel!”

His voice echoed through the woods not far. But he was so close! His heart sunk when the voice called again, getting closer, he could see a faint light in the distance from his lantern. He scrambled and hid behind a tree, back pressed against the rough bark as he gasped for air. He closed his fingers around his mouth to try and quiet his breathing as he trembled. There was no time to go back and unhook it without being seen, his best chance was to stay out of sight until he hopefully passed. 

He jolted when he heard leaves crunching behind him. He felt his hands were soaked with something as he held it up. Was that blood? But nothing hurt... He shook the thoughts from his head as the crunching got closer. It stopped just a few feet behind him, as silence fell upon the woods. Nothing could be heard aside from the crickets chattering and the owl hooting. 

Gabriel shouted with fear when the chain around his ankle yanked him from behind the tree. He skidded to the ground as Walter continued to drag him all the way down the hill. Walter was muttering and grumbling to himself inaudibly as he worked to pull Gabriel's struggling arms behind him, wrapping the loose chain around his wrists. Gabriel was screaming, crying and whimpering with his face in the dirt. Walter kept him pinned down with his weight until he bent him back off the ground, hoisting him over his shoulder. 

“LET ME GO!” Gabriel screamed from his shoulder, pointlessly squirming around. Walter had both arms wrapped around his thighs to keep his legs still as he carried him home, the chain clanging together with every kick. He was dumped onto the floor, slamming the front door shut behind him as Walter stood over him furiously.

“What do you think you’re doing!? Smashing the window, running off like that! How did you even get the hook off?!” He screamed at him.

“Don’t you ever do that again! You me?! Don’t ev-” His voice was cut off as he looked down as his own hands, dripping with blood. “Wha-?” He whispered, turning his hands as with a puzzled look. He glanced down at Gabriel, who was  helplessly collapsed on the ground at his feet, shaking uncontrollably and panting.

“Oh little one...” He gasped, staring at the bleeding man at his feet, blood pooling down his arm with a glass shard poking out.

“What am I going to do with you.” He sighed, shaking his head with a finger and thumb rubbing on the bridge of his nose. 

“Y-you could... L-let me go?” He rasped, his voice shivering. 

“Oh Gabriel, just look at you! You’re a mess! I took my eyes off you for just a few hours, and this happened! You’re bleeding...” He sighed, dropping to his knees, gently taking his hand in his, turning his arm to assess the damage. 

Gabriel let off a whimper, turning his head to hide his face. Walter was silent for a while, before reaching over to take Gabriel's chin to tilt it up. 

“Little one, this can never happen again. I can’t have you running off like that at every chance you get and hurting yourself! This is why you stay here, safe, with me.” He said, his voice stern full of concern. Gabriel's lip quivered as he only stared up at him with sad fearful eyes. 

“So, as much as I want to say you already got a punishment based on your arms alone, to prevent you from hurting yourself any worse, I’m going to teach you a lesson.” He said, abruptly standing to his feet, grabbing hold of his arm and ripping him to his feet.

“Wha-?” Gabriel squeaked out before he was drug into the basement. His feet fumbling behind him as he was pulled down the stairs. 

“Wait... Wait.. Wait, Wait!!” Gabriel yelled, his gut feeling getting worse, and worse the more he realized what was happening. The room was almost pitch black, as he was thrown to the floor, his knees hitting the cold floor. Nothing could be heard but the echoing of his heavy breathing as his arms were tied in front of him to a beam. 

“Now my first instinct is to bandage you up and toss you in a bath.” His voice spoke as he fumbled with something. “But since you’ll just a liiiitle bit more bloody, I’d rather do this now.” 

“Do what?! What are you doing?” Gabriel cried. He didn’t know why tears were already running down his face. But deep down, he already knew what was going to happen, he just wasn’t ready to admit it. He pressed his face against the beam, sobbing with exhaustion. A small light flickered on above him as he squinted around, Walter was behind him somewhere.

“I want you to repeat back what I say.” He instructed, grabbing Gabriel's shirt to pull it up around his shoulders.

“I-I’m not d-doing anything for you!” He shuttered back, the cold getting to him. 

“I want you to say, I will not run.” 

“You’re craz-!” His words were cut off with a cry as a belt struck his back. He broke into a sob as his body cringed, slowly slinking further to the floor.

“Say it.” He hissed. 

Gabriel was silent for too long as another strike slashed across his back. He cried out as he helplessly twisted his body against the restraints around his wrists. 

“One more chance.” His voice growled. 

“I WILL NOT RUN!” He cried, his voice cracking. Walter smiled, letting out a satisfied sigh. 

“I will behave, and do as I’m told.” He grinned. Gabriel's heart sank, how much more did he want from him? He heard the belt rattle in his hands as he flinched, immediately whimpering “I’ll b-behave and d-d- as I’m t-t-told.” He stuttered. 

He let off another flinch when he heard the belt drop to the ground, his back burning and stinging. The man had a strong arm and didn’t hold back, he would give him that. 

He cried hysterically as he was taken down from the beam, the man cradling him in his arms, stroking his hair and thumbing the blood from his face.

“Was that so hard now?” He cooed. 

“Come on, you’re alright. Let's get you cleaned up and taken care of now.”

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Karasimpno Does FluffVember Day 1 - Akaashi

Karasimpno FluffVember Masterlist Sick Day (gn reader) 2.6k words | Warnings: a liiiitle spicy, sick reader, painkillers, so much fluff I can’t. This is so self-indulgent I’m so sorry

The first thing you became aware of was the sunlight streaming through the curtains in your bedroom. You inhaled deeply, sensation crawling into your fingers and toes as you turned your head on the pillow, breathing in the morning. You exhaled with a smile as your eyes landed on the beautiful man propped up against the headboard, brow furrowed over his sleek reading glasses as he typed sporadically at the computer on his lap. Too focused on his work, he hadn’t registered your movement as more than restless sleep, unaware that your eyes were raking over his relaxed form.

You took advantage of the opportunity just to watch him work. This was what you had always dreamed of - waking up on bright Sunday mornings to roll over and find your childhood-best-friend-turned-boyfriend in bed beside you. You unconsciously bit your lip, wondering how you got so lucky. This was bliss, you thought.

“Hey sexy,” your not-so-sexy morning voice croaked out - deeper than usual. Akaashi’s eyebrows shifted upwards in slight surprise as he inhaled, taking in your eyes on his. The corners of his lips barely tipped upwards and you recognized the beautiful smile for what it was, returning it in full force with one of your own. His hand, slender and angular, slipped off the keyboard and found its way into yours under the blanket. Just watching the ocean of his eyes was all the joy you ever needed. You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to the back of his hand.

“Good morning,” he breathed, that barely-there smile still on his lips. You fluttered your tired eyes to clear the sleep from them and wormed your head onto his lap so you could see what he was working on. Wordlessly skimming your eyes over the document, the time in the corner of the screen caught your eye - 11:37. You sat bolt upright, which you instantly regretted as a splitting pain shot through your head, causing you to hunch over, fingertips pressing to your forehead.

Light fingers found your back. “Hey...” Akaashi started, the unvoiced question clear. 

“Yeah, no, just...headache,” you explained disjointedly. “I didn’t realize how late it was.”

“Yeah it was later than you usually sleep but you hardly ever get to rest so I didn’t want to wake you,” Akaashi said in an even tone - though the deep care in his words wasn’t lost on you. He pulled a few fingers through your hair. “Maybe too much wine last night?” he teased, the slightest hint of a glimmer in his eye. You groaned. “Maybe,” you admitted. You laid back down on the pillows.

“Can we just watch Netflix today?” you asked, a little pitifully. That familiar twitch of the corner of his lips. “Sure,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead. “Do you want me to make breakfast or anything?” Akaashi asked. You frowned, the thought of food, for once, not very appetizing.

“Nah, I’m not really that hungry,” you answered, fumbling in the drawer of your bedside table for some painkillers. “Where did I...” you muttered, then felt a touch on your arm. You looked over. Akaashi had the pills you sought cupped in his fingers as he held them out to you. You shot him a playfully annoyed smirk. You were always looking for things that he happened to produce in the blink of an eye. “Stop being so perfect,” you teased, grabbing the water bottle from your night stand as you took the pills from him.

“I can’t help it, I love you too much,” he said, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. You couldn’t help your smile either and pecked him quickly on the lips after swallowing the pills. “I love you too, Keiji.” His deep eyes were dark with warmth. You grabbed the remote and flicked on Netflix, sinking further into the pillows as Keiji’s light keystrokes filled the silence before you picked something to watch.

It was a perfect Sunday afternoon, not even leaving the bed yet as show after show began and ended, your quiet lover’s presence all you needed. Before you knew it, it was a little after 2pm and you were stretching your limbs after having been in the same position for so long. Your left toes accidentally brushed against Akaashi’s calf and you didn’t miss the flick of teal that darted to your face. Your eyebrows raised a bit, meeting the glance. His right hand came up and affectionately moved through your hair a few times, making your scalp tingle. You felt yourself melting a little under his touch, your eyelids fighting a flutter as you bit gingerly on your lower lip. 

Without looking, Keiji used his other hand to shift his laptop to his bedside table, moving forward to plant a tender kiss to your expectant lips. You would never get tired of those lips, soft and gentle between yours. You sighed into him, raising your hand to cup his cheek and letting it rest there as he deepened the kiss, his nose lovingly nudging against yours. For lack of a better expression, your eyes felt like they were floating in your skull. There was an enticing rustle of sheets as Akaashi shifted his weight until he was over you, beginning to suck at your lower lip. You inhaled deeply through your nose and your breath caught at the back of your throat, tickling a bit. You cleared your throat but otherwise ignored the feeling and focused your attentions on the deft tongue beginning to lightly taste you, making your brain a little fuzzy.  You reveled in the deliciously soft sounds of your lips dancing with each other, sighing again in contentment. 

Abruptly, you’re forced to flex the hand resting on Akaashi’s cheek to push him off your lips and past your shoulder as an involuntary cough escapes your throat. You barely heard his exhale of surprise at parting with you but he hovers and waits carefully as you cough once, twice, wait a moment, then cough again. You clear you throat and shake your head a little, blinking. “Sorry,” you whisper, the sound getting caught in your chest. It’s okay he assures you with the way his lips find yours. 

He is gentle again, and you wrap your other hand around the back of his neck, encouraging him to keep touching you. Answering your unspoken desires, you find his careful tongue caressing the insides of your mouth. You tilt your head, needing more, more of him. The hand on his cheek makes its way slowly down his toned chest, finding the hem of his pajama shirt and landing on his hip, just beneath the shirt. You are grateful for every brush of skin you share with him, relishing the beautiful, smooth skin of the muscles taut at his waist where he presses against your pelvis. He pulls an inch away from you, looking down into your eyes, his dark teal orbs your entire world.

“Akaashi...” you whisper, and in a fluid motion he pulls his shirt over his head, kissing with more fervor - your lips, under your chin, at your collarbone, then taking his time to plant a loving kiss at the center of your clothed chest. He crawls back, his lips tracing lower down your torso. Your diaphragm contracts as he does so and you successfully stifle another cough. He pushes your shirt up ever so slowly, eyes not leaving your face. The care in his eyes - the way he wants to watch you as he cherishes you - is enough to leave you breathless, and it nearly does as you tangle your fingers in his gorgeous locks. You lick your lips as he uses his nose to trace sweet swirls up your exposed stomach until his tongue grazes past your bare nipple, almost light enough to seem accidental - though you knew better than that. Your head falls to the side and you allow yourself an audible sigh of pleasure as his soft lips close around one of the buds. Your chest rises and falls a little faster at his attentions, feeling your sensitive peak growing wetter at a swipe of his tongue. You know it’s coming and yet a sudden flash of his teeth across the tender flesh elicits a sharp inhale of pleasure from you. 

The quick work of your diaphragm from your gasp sends your esophagus spluttering and seizing and you hack out a few chesty coughs. Akaashi swiftly shifts away from your chest, giving you room to breathe and stroking your hand to let you know he was still there - as if you’d ever forget.

You smile weakly at him and apologize. You find comfort in his lips again, but this time only from their half-smile as he lovingly looks down at you. He pushes forward and pulls your shirt back down over your chest.

“Ah, babe - ” you begin to protest, down but not out for this round. He’s moving in to plant a kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay, love,” he breathes, a whisper above your skin, your pulse still racing. His lips are so gentle against your forehead and you close your eyes at the feeling in spite of yourself. You hear him inhale and feel him pull back. When you open your eyes, he’s sitting back on his heels, looking at you.

“You’re burning up,” he states simply. You half-laugh and begin sitting up, handing his shirt back to him.

“Well I’m sure I have you to thank for that,” you say with a wink.

“No, sweetheart, I mean I think you’re running a fever. I’ll be back,” and before you can even say anything, he’s off the bed and rummaging through a drawer in the bathroom. You exhale dramatically and pull yourself up to rest against the headboard before he comes back. You pout a little like a sick kid when his featherlight fingertips hold your chin to press a thermometer under your tongue.

“No talking for a minute,” he orders, a playful smirk playing at his features. You miss his touch as he throws his shirt back on and reaches across you to grab your water bottle.

“Km-mhi!” you protest, keeping your mouth clamped around the thermometer, but he’s already gone and filling the bottle with fresh water from the kitchen. When he comes back, he takes the thermometer from your mouth and checks the gauge. You realize begrudgingly that you are in fact a bit cold and pull the covers closer around you. You rest your head on his shoulder, peering over at the thermometer. He instinctually rubs your back. 100.4, the thermometer reads. Akaashi sweeps a hand through your hair and down the side of your face. “I’m gonna take care of you, okay?” Pulling away from him, you smile lightly, knowing there’s no arguing with Nurse Keiji. You love him so damn much but you do feel a little puny. 

“You need to eat,” is all he says. He looks a little reluctant to leave you, but squeezes your hand and presses a kiss to your hairline before pushing off the bed and walking back to the kitchen. 

Sighing, you sink back down into the pillows and hit play on the TV again. Your head doesn’t hurt so much anymore but you can feel your pulse in your skull. You gratefully drink some of the water Akaashi brought you and let your eyes rest a bit. The noise of the TV and the distant sound of chopping begins to get far-away, as though you’re sinking beneath water. At some point, without opening your eyes, you feel a warm cloth pressed to your forehead and behind your ears a few times. You smile lightly, still letting your body rest. Akaashi is being overly helpful but you have to admit it’s nice to know someone’s taking care of you.

Eventually, the smell of your favorite soup wafts into the room. You take a deep inhale, which results in a small cough leaving your chest. Clearing your throat, you groggily gather the covers around you and pull them off the bed as you wander into the kitchen.

“Hey,” you say with a smile, feeling like a walking burrito. Akaashi’s eyes are on your face, and you can practically see him fighting the urge to hold you.

“Go back to bed,” he says softly. “Drink some water and lie down.” You pout a little. “Do you need more water?” he asks. You reach out from the draped covers and squeeze his hand. “No, baby. Thank you for doing this for me.” You’re not sure whether it’s the pressure in your head or how your body just seems to stay tired today, but you suddenly feel a wave of strong emotion wash over you as you think about how grateful you are for this man in your life. You blink at wetness in your eyes and, Akaashi, always keyed in to your heart, has his arms around you in an instant, gently rocking you. 

“You’re okay, I love you,” he whispers. A few moments in his arms and you’re slightly surprised as you feel one of his hands lower and grab you behind the knees, sweeping you off your feet and pulling you into his chest. You always forget how well his strength is hidden in his lithe figure, but you give in and let yourself be completely supported by him as he carries you back to your bedroom where he carefully re-settles you onto the bed, kissing your forehead before he stands back up.

“Drink some water, okay? Soup’s almost ready,” his voice is firm, but you know he’s only worried about you. He returns to the kitchen. Your breath catches in your chest a bit and you cough it out for a minute, reaching for your water bottle again.

Soon enough, Akaashi’s standing in the doorway and your heart nearly melts all over again. He’s holding a tray which he brings to your lap, holding your favorite soup, napkins, and a spoon. You sigh with gratitude and you share a look with him, no words necessary. You can still feel your pulse thrumming through your body, but with the first few sips of the soup, the warm liquid settles your chest a bit. Akaashi has crawled into bed beside you and turned the tv back on. 

“Should I sleep on the couch or something tonight?” you ask weakly, looking at him and playing up the pathetic-ness a bit. His eyebrows draw together in confusion.

“What? Of course not, why?”

“I’ll get you sick if-” He shushes you almost immediately.

“No, no, no, don’t worry about that. Besides if you were going to, you probably did already,” he teased with one of his signature small smiles. When the soup was finished and the tray taken from you, he pulled you in close to him and spent the rest of the day by your side, hands running through your hair, or grabbing you anything you needed.

He did, in fact, come down with the exact same cold days later as you were getting over your own. While you hated seeing him all groggy and miserable, you did enjoy the tables flipping and chance to take care of him for once.

[hskrealm]

disturbance. (pt. 2!)

request by @taekooklover301​

It is advised that you read part one first. Happy reading!

warnings:  humiliation, degradation, choking, hair pulling, spanking, liiiitle bit of spit play, NAME CALLING, possessive behaviors, cum play (maybe), assertion of dominance, mentions of death, namjoon fucking you quickly because you’re a fucking brat, etc.

word count: 1.9k

“How about we try some role play?” Namjoon offered as he opened the door to his infamous torture room.

He’s mentioned it multiple times to you before today. You were beginning to wonder if it was really what he cracked it up to be.

“That’d be fun.” You shrugged, taking a glance inside of the room when he stepped aside and gestured toward the doorway.

You turned your head to look at him and raised an eyebrow. You couldn’t see a single thing.

It was just... darkness.

Namjoon laughed and playfully rolled his eyes.

“Just take a few steps inside, won’t you? There’s nothing near the door that could hurt you.” You turned your head back toward the doorway. 

What the hell did he mean by that?

You tried squinting and jutting your head forward just a bit, but you still couldn’t make anything out.

“You’re wasting my time.” Joon murmured, while picking up his foot and using the sole of his boots to nudge you into the room.

You stumbled inside, nearly tripping over your feet as you attempted to balance yourself.

He shut the door gently behind himself as he entered. 

You stood awkwardly as you waited for him to direct you to do something, or at least turn a light on or two. The longer you were in the dark, the longer it would take for your eyes to adjust when he finally turned the lights on.

You registered the sound of a few soft footsteps against some sort of material. Your hearing was heightened due to your sight being (nearly) taken away from you.

You jumped as you felt Namjoon’s long fingers tugging away at the robe that sat over the top of your lingerie.

“Here’s what I’m thinking we do, sweetheart.” He pushed your head to the left, using his knuckles to gently caress the skin on the right side of your neck before continuing.

“Why don’t you play as my toy for a little bit?” He wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

“Shouldn’t be a difficult task for you, really. I wanted to give you a simple role for your first experience in this room.” He ran his fingertips over your hips and up to your nipples, relishing in every gasp and moan you let out as he twisted and tugged them.

“Believe it or not, you aren’t the first person to enter this room.” You hadn’t realized you had your eyes closed until you opened them.

Way to kill the mood.

“You will be the first person to make it out alive, though.” He spoke nonchalantly, as he tugged the straps of your bra off of your shoulders.

“What?” You asked immediately. Namjoon chuckled at your obvious confusion.

“I call it a torture room for a reason, honey.” You shivered at his response, as he removed all touch from you and walked toward the entrance of the room to turn on the lights.

“Fuck.” You cursed as you brought your hands up to your eyes to cover them. The light was just as bright as you expected it to be.

Once you grew comfortable, you removed your hands from your eyes and took a look around the room. It certainly wasn’t what you expected-- instead of something out of a Pornhub shoot, you were met with what resembled the setup of all of the other bedrooms in the house.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you walked further into the room.

“This is what you kept up all of that talk about?” You spoke in disbelief as you crossed your arms and turned over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend. He clenched his jaw angrily at your apparent defiance.

“Yes, it is. Is there a problem with that?” You shook your head, unable to contain the giggles that left your mouth as Namjoon approached you.

“I’m not sure what sort of torturing you could do in this room, Joon.” You turned around again to view the setup of the room, as your boyfriend took that as his opportunity to grab a fistful of your hair a drag you toward the bed.

“OW! JOONIE--”

“The scene starts now.” He growled, as he tossed you onto the bed like a rag doll.

“But I--”

“Toys don’t talk, slut.” You immediately retracted, settling into the sheets of the bed as your panties stuck to your core due to the anticipation of this exact moment.

With practiced ease, Namjoon grabbed some rope and a pair of scissors out of the bedside table in the room.

He grabbed you by your hair once more, a devious smirk on his face as he snipped your brand new bra into pieces.

He yanked you closer to him, and did the same with your panties before tossing the scissors onto the ground in the corner of the room.

Your mouth fell open in shock.

“Are you serious? That was a brand new set!” His eye twitched in frustration, Couldn’t you take the hint and just shut the hell up?

That was fine by him. He could show you what he could do to you better than he could tell you.

He kneeled onto the ground and placed his hand around the back of your neck, before yanking your head down to level with his.

“Speak one more time without being spoken to, and it’ll be your dead body that’ll be dragged out of this room next. Do I make myself clear?” You nodded hastily, although you knew his threat meant nothing.

Or at least you hoped it didn’t.

“Roll over.” He commanded. When you responded too slowly, he quite literally growled at you and forced you onto your back.

He stood up off of the ground and yanked you toward the edge of the bed by your legs.

“I’m going to use you to get myself off.” He spoke harshly, as he quickly undid his belt and pulled his leaking cock out of his boxers.

“Remember what I said? You’re expected to make that commitment.” You moaned at his words. You had gotten him angry, so you knew he about to give you one of the roughest fucks of your life.

You couldn’t wait.

“What a surprise to see that you’re already dripping for me. What a good little toy you are, huh?” Namjoon licked his index and middle fingers before bringing them down to your delicious cunt and spreading your pussy lips apart.

“Oh my God, fuck.” He moaned to himself at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing. You were so desperate for him.

He licked his lips, ready to devour your cunt when his watched dinged on his wrist.

You whined out of frustration. Namjoon smirked as he read the alert.

“I’ve got a meeting in five minutes, babygirl. Do you know what that means?” You slowly shook your head.

“It means that you’ve got to use that cute little pussy of yours to make me cum within those five minutes. Sound good?” You whined once more, not registering the sound of his belt hitting the ground as you began to voice your annoyance.

“I-- FUCK!” You moaned, immediately gripping Namjoon’s arms for support as he slid into you with ease due to how wet you were.

“You’re always so fucking tight.” He grunted, pausing for a moment as he brought his hands up to your hips to grip them in order to stabilize himself.

“Four minutes and counting, Princess. Think you can take a rough pounding for me?” You nodded eagerly, wishing he’d shut up and get to it already.

At your agreeance, Namjoon quickly picked up the pace of his thrusts. He fell into a rapid rhythm, the sounds of his hip bones smacking against your ass only egging him on.

“God, this greedy hole is squeezing me so tight. You’re desperate to cum, aren’t you, whore?” He asked, not giving you the chance to respond as he knocked the air out of your lungs with a quick position change.

He lifted your leg over his shoulder and held it at the ankle, the new angle causing him to brush against your g-spot with every other thrust.

“Oh f-fuck, that feels so goo--” Namjoon snarled at you for speaking. He delivered a harsh slap to your right breast before wrapping his hand around your throat, and tugging you closer to him so you were forced to look into his eyes while he rearranged your guts.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, okay?” You nodded weakly, causing him to crack a smile.

“Good girl.” He praised, his eyes turning to slits as he began to pummel your pussy with his cock. He tightened his grasp around your neck to restrict your breathing, knowing that asphyxiation was the gateway to you spasming around him, which was exactly what he needed at the moment.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, nodding along with you as you struggled to form coherent words.

He laughed sadistically as a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Hold it.” Those two simple words sent you spiralling into madness. You wanted nothing more at the moment than to cum on his dick.

“I can feel you spasming around me. I’m almost there, baby. Almost there....” He cursed under his breath as the current position the two of you were in was struggling to stimulate him.

He stopped fucking you and took a look down at his watch.

“Two minutes.” He mumbled to himself, giving your body a quick once over before grabbing you around the waist with both hands and hoisting you up against the wall.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum.” He warned you, as he forced his cock back into your cunt and quickly regained his speed. He pulled your hips out a bit toward him so he could fuck you deeper.

“H-holy shit,” He barked, making eye contact with you for a moment.

“Pull my hair and spit in my mouth.”

“J-Joon--”

“Do it right fucking now.” Your hands flew to your boyfriend’s head as you submitted to his request. He always loved it when you pulled his hair when he was between your legs, but you were a bit too shy to spit in his mouth.

The two of you had never experimented with anything like that before.

You gathered up a bit of your saliva and let it trickle out of your mouth. Namjoon leaned into you and caught it quickly, sharing your saliva between the both of your mouths in a heated kiss without his hips faltering for a single moment.

“Now?” He asked, the question mumbled because of the kiss. You moaned in response, already knowing what he was referring to.

“Cum.” He ordered. You scraped your fingernails against his scalp as you begged for him to pull out, because you felt like you were going to explode.

He pulled out of you half a dozen thrusts later, using one hand to jerk himself off and the other to hold you up against the wall.

Thankfully for you, you squirted.

Much to Namjoon’s displeasure, though, you squirted all over his clothes that he  was supposed to wear during his meeting.

“FUCK!” He yelled, as he began to shoot rope after rope of his cum against your  face and tits. 

He smiled at the thought of his cum drying on your body, because he knew you weren’t stupid enough to wipe it away.

He dropped you, your legs going numb as you hit the ground.

Namjoon forcefully spread them apart with his knee as he slid his large hand in between your thighs and rubbed at your poor clit, urging every last drop of cum out of you.

“I C-CAN’T! I CAN’T, I CAN’T!” You squirmed around in his hold.

“You don’t get to tell me what you can and can’t do.” He was about to continue, when his watched dinged once more to alert him that he had thirty seconds before his meeting began.

He rolled his eyes and roughly grabbed a fistful of your hair as he began to drag you out of the room with him.

“I-I th-thought that you didn’t like it when I listened during your meetings?” You spoke, although you allowed him to drag you back to his office.

“I don’t. You ruined my clothes though, so to pay for it you’re going to cram your little ass under that desk and suck my dick until I tell you to get the hell up.”

[420pogpills]

✿ my rollerskating diary ✿

making a new post for it so i can put it under a 'keep reading' since it's getting long and i don't want to keep flooding anyone's dashboard with it. but basically i just started rollerskating this week and i'm documenting my journey just because :'D this is all very long and rambly so feel free to ignore it, i'm just rambling for myself haha!

(pinning it so i don't lose it, since i can't reblog and add stuff under an existing 'keep reading' link)

starting from june 15th

DAY 1 rollerskating update: i fell on my ass two times so hard that i still feel my spine vibrating 😭😭😭

DAY 2: doing alright.. i went in with 0 expectations LOL so i'm happy! i shoved shirts down my pants so my butt was nice and padded, falling was less scary! i've gotten a y3 tool to loosen my trucks a bit too cause they are crazy tight.. also decided to get an instructor! there's someone who does 121 lessons super locally to me so i'm going for it, i reallyyyy wanna get good at this :')

DAY 3: i can actually skate a bit now? i loosed my trucks and wheels a tiiiiny bit and definitely felt a difference. my biggest issue now is with stopping ohhhh my god why is that so hard? 😭😭 also absolutely cannot walk on skates?? i thought that was gonna be one of the easiest things but boyyyy. but yeah definitely seeing improvement which is exciting! today’s practice ended with my worst fall yet, i fell so hard on my ass.. it was a bit scary and now i’m in quite a lot of pain buuuut we keep on moving! can’t wait to actually have a lesson but it ain’t till the 29th…

DAY 4: short-ish practice today. focused on using my toe stop, tried to work on slowing down and stopping mostly. kind of felt more unstable today compared to yesterday? which left me feeling a liiiitle discouraged :’) but i know it’s early days!

i think it’s because of the bad fall i had yesterday, i moved a little more hesitantly to avoid falling again so i kept focusing on that instead of fluid movement. there’s been a pretty sharp pain in my tailbone from that fall, so realistically i think the smartest thing to do was for me to stop altogether until the pain goes. but because i just started i feel like i’ll have to start from square one if i take a week off or something :( i just really want to get better at this soon so i can go practice outside cause currently i’m relying too much on grabbing on to things and i feel like i’d improve more in more natural surroundings. but i think until the pain goes away, i won’t be skating outside just yet :’) plus it’s planning to rain for the whole upcoming week.. skating is hard man aaaaa i can’t wait to get better at it!

DAY 5: shortest practice so far today (literally did like 10 minutes) because i wanted to get on the skates so my body doesn't forget the feeling but i didn't want to skate and risk falling today because i really wanted to give my coccyx a break as it's still hurting from that fall on day 3 lmao.

i actually went on a mission today, i walked around my local area and beyond trying to find some good spots to practice. like i said in day 4's post, i am just relying too much on grabbing on to walls and tables when i practice at home, so i just really want to get out there.

i found 3 places that i'm going to keep in mind for now (and will be looking for more soon i reckon!) one is a tennis court in a park like 15 mins away from my house. literally no one ever uses it and the ground looks pretty good so that's gonna be my number 1 spot. there's also a basketball court there that looks even better for skating but that place does get used by people a lot, so i'm only gonna use it if i'm ever feeling super enthusiastic and manage to get to the park at like 7am or something haha! the other spot is a massive parking lot of an exhibition centre that doesn't have any events at the moment due to covid, and the other is a smooth long path by the water! (but the water is gated off so i won't fall in :P) there's a great long path by my house, but there's always people there, walking or riding bikes, so i can't risk going there just yet in case i crash into a child or a dog or a bike haha i'm not good at stopping yet :')

DAY 6: another short one today due to some pain (i suffer from chronic pain) - again i just wanted to keep my body familiar with skates and skate around a bit, practice stopping, but not fall and risk causing myself more pain while i'm still recovering from that fall earlier in the week cause yeah unfortunately, it's still hurting :'D bUT i got something today that i wanted from the very beginning - IMPACT SHORTS! i know they aren't gonna work miracles but any protection is better than none so i'm excited about them.

gonna skate some more at home tomorrow and tuesday, and them from wednesday i promised myself it's time to be brave and start practicing outside! i'd start from tomorrow but i've got plans on tuesday so i didn't want to risk getting scrapped up or too hurt since i'm seeing a friend i haven't seen since last summer! looking forward to that :)

DAY 7: today was the first time i felt like 'okay i really want to go outside now' - the space at home is just too cramped, and the tiles sometimes catch me up, but today i actually felt pretty confident on the skates! i fell twice but both times on my front and catching myself on my knees is pretty easy. i hope i can keep that confidence for wednesday when i go outside for the first time :')

i know my first time outside i'm gonna struggle and fall a lot, but i think once i don't have any limits like walls or furniture around me, i'm going to improve much faster since i'm going to be much more reliant on my own balance and strength. honestly nothing more exciting than seeing real progress. cannot wait to get better, and get more confident, and skate in more places!

[carolmaximoffs]

THE GOOD DOCTOR

CHAPTER THREE

Ch. Summary: Despite never having much time for the gym previously, Thea agrees to begin working on some basic defensive skills at Tony’s insistence. Her powers prove to be a sensitive topic over a casual lunch with some of the team. 

Warnings: swearing, wanda maximoff being a hecking cutie

A/N: i forgot the picture in the last chapter ugh. anyways, this is a little rushed because i really wanted to get it out, and it’s not the longest but i hope you still enjoy! also, would anyone care if i posted a moodboard i made for thea i know theres like 2 readers atm but still. in reference to something towards the end of the chapter: i do write this with the idea that CW ended differently (team made up) but bearded/nomad steve is my weakness i digress so i couldn’t help myself, and obviously after everything there’s still a liiiitle bit of uneasiness btwn steve/tony. 

Taglist: @marvelousmrstark​

    STEVE HEALS PRETTY QUICKLY, only staying in the med-bay a day and a half. Thea thinks it’s partially to keep an eye on her. He even pulls his own damn stitches out, for Pete’s sake, though he swears up and down they were already coming out. They both know it’s a lie, but Thea lets it slide. Who was she to tell Captain America what he could and couldn’t do? 

   “You’re his doctor,” Tony reminds her loudly when Steve first wakes up. They share a wry smile across the med-bay, for Steve is being fussed over by Wanda and Bucky, and Tony is back to pestering Thea. “You say he’s benched, he’s benched. Granted, he better be on Death’s door, but let’s pretend I trust your judgement without question.”

    Thea snorts at that, reorganizing supplies for the second time that week. Aside from Steve’s gunshot wound, everyone else on the mission had managed to come back relatively unscathed. A scratch down the length of Bucky’s face didn’t even need stitches, and Sam refused to let Thea get rid of any bruises and scrapes.

    “They add to my natural macho persona,” He claims once more as he too comes to visit Steve, waving away Tony’s offering of an ice pack. Thea smiles at the collective groans. 

    “I’ll add a black eye if you want,” Bucky snarks, which sets off a round of bickering as Tony taps Thea’s arm and jerks his head towards the hallway. He smiles knowingly as he leans against the wall opposite her. 

    “So…guess that was it, huh?” He remarks, but his solemn facade cracks as he meets Thea’s exasperated gaze. 

    “Tony, you wouldn’t have moved me in here if you thought I was only doing one mission,” Thea shoots back. “I won’t say it’s easy, because nothing about medicine and surgery is easy, even when it isn’t the freakin’ Avengers on the table. But...I really appreciate it, Tones.” 

    Thea knows she’s put her foot in it and groans loudly. Tony follows behind, cackling gleefully as she repeatedly presses the elevator button. 

    “So what you’re saying is-”

    “Shut up, Stark.” 

    “I was right.” 

    “Not what I said!” Thea retorts, sticking her tongue out for good measure. She gets a final glimpse of Tony’s laugh before the elevator door closes. 

                                                       -

    The next morning, Thea is up earlier than usual after her body refused to let her go back to sleep. The sky is still tinged pink as she enters the kitchen. She’s surprised to find Steve and Sam already there. Steve looks energized as he cracks eggs into a pan, while Sam’s loose T-shirt is soaked through with sweat. 

    “Morning, Thea,” Steve greets amicably. He’s got two separate pans going on the stove, while Sam is propped against the counter behind him. “You’re up early.” 

    Thea hums in response, feeling a little self conscious wrapped in only a thick bathrobe with a bonnet over her hair. She very carefully avoids looking at Sam (Sam, with his heather grey tee practically clinging to his pecs) as she slips past him to open the fridge.

    “I could say the same for you two,” she says, and Sam groans. 

    “Rogers likes to run early. Sometimes I join in. Always regret it,” He complains, and Steve laughs as he slides a plate towards his friend. 

    “You’re just mad you’ll never beat me. Eggs, Thea?” Thea shakes her head, politely declining as she brandishes a yogurt at him. She mutters an excuse as she grabs a spoon before quickly rushing back to her room. Just as she’s tossing the yogurt cup into the trash, FRIDAY’s voice rings out through her bedroom. 

    “Dr. Triplett, Boss requests your presence in the gym.” 

    Thea furrows her brows. “The gym?” 

    “The gym,” FRIDAY confirms. “Says to wear clothes you can sweat in.” 

    Thea sighs as she swaps her robe for a pair of leggings, a sports bra and a plain T-shirt. She grumbles to herself from the time she pulls her hair into a bun until she steps through the gym doors. Tony is waiting for her, dressed himself in jeans with a large to-go mug in one hand. He grins brightly as he catches sight of Thea, ignoring her glowering. 

    “Doolittle! You made it,” He cheers, clapping her on the shoulder with his free hand. Tony guides her towards the raised boxing ring. Natasha is leaning on the ropes, hair in a high ponytail and hands wrapped. She wiggles her fingers in greeting. 

    “Tony, what is this?” Thea asks, pulling away from him to level him with a suspicious stare. He only smiles back, pushing her towards the ring once more. 

    “Basic self defense training!” He announces, arms spread wide. Thea gapes, making to duck past him and leave, but he catches her arm. 

    “Tony, I told you-”

    “I know, I know. But I make all my employees go through some level of training. That’s all this is.” 

    Thea looks between him and Natasha, eyes still narrowed. “You promise?” 

    “Cross my heart.” Tony says stoically. Thea gives a final sigh before clambering beneath the ropes into the ring. Natasha grins as Tony gives them a final encouraging thumbs up. 

    “Okay, let’s just see what you’ve got and we’ll work from there, yeah?” Nat offers, and Thea nods. She has jack-shit in the way of defensive moves; the most she’d ever done was scratch a man with a car key between her knuckles, and she doesn’t think that’ll stop a former KGB member. 

    Thea manages to duck Natasha’s first swing, but a second follows right after. The blow catches her in the ribs, knocking the breath out of her. She falls to her knees, but Natasha’s hand is outstretched as soon as Thea hits the ground. They continue in similar fashion, Thea only landing a single blow to Natasha’s jaw and overall taking the brunt of Natasha’s swings. Finally, Nat sweeps her leg out and Thea stumbles. The former assassin catches her by the arm, steadying her, though not holding her long; the surgeon was drenched in sweat. She feels heat unrelated to sparring rise in her cheeks as quiet applause breaks out. Popping her bubble of hyper focus, she looks around to see Sam, Bucky, and Tony watching. Thea pushes sweaty wisps off her face as she gratefully accepts a water bottle from Sam. 

    “Not bad,” He tells her, and again she feels her face burn. He’s changed since she saw him earlier, now in jeans and an Air Force tee. Part of her that’s been dormant since high school berates her, letting him see her in such a gross state; Thea pushes it down as she thanks him breathlessly. Nat pats her arm before getting out of the ring.

    “We’ll try again in a couple days, yeah? Then I’ll really start teaching you.” Natasha grabs her own water from the floor, motioning Tony with her as she exits the gym. 

    “Take the day, D!” Tony calls out. Bucky, to Thea’s surprise, pipes up before she can yell back.  

    “We wanted to ask if later you wanted to come to lunch with Steve, Wanda and us,” He gestures between him and Sam. “If you say yes, you’re gonna need all the time to clean up.”

    “Hey!” Thea cries indignantly as she steps out from the boxing ring. The laughter that ensues, however, is friendly, not malicious or uncomfortable. The three of them fall into step on their way out. Thea catches herself smiling, but for the first time in a while, she doesn’t try to hide it. 

                                                -

    Wanda pops her head into Thea’s room a little before 11:30, and lets herself in upon seeing Thea perched at her vanity. The older of the two is dressed simply in jeans and a sweater, freshly washed curls pulled into a ponytail on top of her head. She groans in annoyance as she swipes a third eyeliner wing away with a makeup wipe. 

    “Here, let me,” Wanda says, and Thea wordlessly hands her the eyeliner. For sanitary purposes, and because she generally didn’t see the purpose, Thea didn’t often wear makeup. She closes her eyes when Wanda instructs her to. In moments, Wanda is turning Thea back towards her mirror. For a moment, she almost doesn’t recognize herself - her deep brown eyes are framed in ebony from inner corner to outer, ending in a razor sharp wing. Part of her is surprised, considering Wanda’s preference of smudged liner. Thea finds herself dousing her friend in copious praises as she observes her reflection, before Wanda tugs her to her feet. 

    “Come on, Steve chose the most out of the way place, we’ve got to go!” Wanda insists. Thea laughs, grabbing her purse off her bed. She takes note of Wanda’s appearance as they make their way downstairs. The girl’s auburn waves are partially covered by a large, silky bandana with red flowers, and she slips an oversized pair of sunglasses over her face as they enter the garage of the compound. The boys are dressed similarly in ball caps and sunglasses. Sam holds an extra pair out to Thea as they approach the group. She accepts them with a whispered thanks.

    “Didn’t know if you’d get the memo,” He murmurs. They take one of Tony’s roomier cars, though the gaudy orange still makes Thea cringe. There’s a tense moment as Wanda and Bucky squabble over the passenger seat, until Wanda quite levels the centenarian with puppy dogs eyes and he relents, grumbling. He purposefully keeps his knees pressed into her back. Sam chuckles as he opens the other back door for Thea, sliding in after her. She takes the close proximity as an opportunity to flip the brim of his hat back, causing the accessory to nearly fall off.

    “Is this you guy’s idea of lowkey?” She asks as Steve pulls away from the compound with one of Wanda’s alternative bands blasting over the rumble of the unfathomably expensive engine. From her left, Bucky snorts.

    “Something like that,” He mumbles, adjusting his own Dodgers hat over his low bun. Thea side eyes him curiously; she’d accidentally overheard a conversation between Bucky, Steve and Tony the other day. Tony seemed adamant Bucky should return to Wakanda, and Thea was aware he’d been there a few months in order to remove traces of Hydra from his mind. Thea thought she heard Bucky quietly agree, saying maybe he could ask Shuri about flashbacks. She’d made the mistake of knocking, though, right as Steve growled out something like ‘you have your shrink’, and all conversation ceased. Currently, however, the man beside her seemed only bothered that he was cramped into the back. 

    “Lowkey is more about dressing down and keeping to ourselves as much as possible, when we do go out.” Wanda’s voice breaks Thea from her musing as she catches Thea’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “Tony agreed it’d be better for us to keep a low profile for a little bit, because of everything...last year.” 

    “Not like he ever does it himself,” Steve utters, but Thea barely registers the comment as he parks the car in front of a fairly empty diner just on the outskirts of the city. The five of them make their way in, removing their glasses but otherwise leaving all other means of cover-up on. Thea represses a giggle at the instinctive way Steve’s hand reaches for his cap and runs over the slight scruff he’d been growing instead. They settle into a back corner booth, Bucky and Wanda on the outside, almost as if there was a silent rule Thea wasn't aware of. After giving their drink orders to a kind-eyed waitress, Steve leans forward over the table towards Thea. 

    “Why don’t you use your powers?” His blunt, uncharacteristic tone catches her off-guard more than the question. She stiffens in her seat. Sam quietly settles a hand on her knee and Wanda shoots Steve a disapproving look. He continues as if he doesn’t notice.

“I know what you told us that first night, and I don’t mean to offend. But I also know you didn’t use them on me for my leg, and that was damn near through and through. Wouldn’t that have counted as a good cause? Why do you get to pick and choose when a situation is worthy of your gift?”

    “I told you, I only use them in life threatening situations,” Thea grits out, staring a hole into the tabletop. “In instances where a patient could be left in severe discomfort due to an extended healing process that you possess.” 

    Steve bristles at her tone, but is forced to drop the subject as their waitress reappears. While the conversation remains light the rest of lunch, the underlying tension follows them home.

[crackimagines]

For the Child!Blyth AU that you're doing, how would the class and possibly the staff react to Blyth doing something unexpectedly and extremely adorable?

EDIT: Child!Byleth Post Masterlist here!

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I can imagine that anyone finding what little Byleth did ‘Cute’ would be met with a face like this from him:

Regardless, I love this prompt!

Thanks for the ask,  merciful-chaos, I hope you enjoy!

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Sweet Hearts (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

Child!Byleth Professor AU

It is revealed that the Tiny Professor has never had sweets, or anything similar despite that being a necessity for a child. It’s up to Flayn, Mercedes and Annette to help Byleth with this tragedy.

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Byleth didn’t know what to do with freedays. He was so used to working as a mercenary 24/7 and barely had any time for relaxation. Even if it did happen, it was only during the dead of night.

Now as a Professor, he was now able to roam freely on Sunday’s to his heart’s content.

Part of him wanted to grab his stuffed bird (Reference to this post!) and walk around the school for comfort, but he knew as soon as he did, he’d get everyone ‘aww’ing over him.

Plus, some of the students would look down on him for it. Considering he was a professor now, he wouldn’t be allowed the same luxury as before. He had to appear strong, although his height and age did not help at all in that regard.

All the while, Sothis was watching his internal conflict.

(Sothis) “You know, you’re making quite a big deal about carrying that toy. Why not do it? Your age permits it, does it not?”

(Byleth) “No. That would lead to complications with the students.” He replied, albeit he seemed reluctant to leave the comfort of his stuffed bird behind.

Uncharacteristically, he let out a sigh and left the bird on his pillow.

He began walking towards the door and opened it. It was surprisingly quiet, so he decided to go on a stroll.

Byleth made small talk with the house leaders as he passed by and as expected, made sure to bring up the topic of being a tiny professor into the conversations. He tried his best to be respectful, but that didn’t seem to get him anywhere.

So, he decided to visit the dorms and see if there was anyone in this damned academy that would talk to him normally like Jeralt or the mercs did.

Fortunately for him, he just came across Flayn.

(Flayn) “Oh, Byleth-er no sorry, Professor!”

(Byleth) “Byleth is alright on free days like this, Flayn.”

(Flayn) “Well alright then, Byleth! Would you like to accompany me to the dining hall? It’s the lunch hour, so everyone’s heading in.”

He silently nodded and followed Flayn. She talked to him, well more accurately AT him. He was far more focused on the fact everyone began chatting that the two kids being together was adorable.

it’s a shame too, he really did like Flayn, but had no idea how to actually talk to her, leading to the impression the tiny professor had a crush. Which wasn’t true. Probably.

When Byleth and Flayn grabbed their plates, they sat down near an empty table and began to eat.

(Byleth) “…Your plate just has fish.” He said aloud, quite confused.

(Flayn) “Yes, it’s a personal favorite of mine, I can’t have enough of it! Just like sweets!”

His plate consisted of the bare minimum, a bit of meat and veggies, though it’d be more akin to a snack.

He was used to the mindset of sticking by mercenary traditions so if the worst case scenario happened, he wouldn’t be reliant on the ways the monastery changed him.

It was then that he heard Mercedes and Annette behind him.

(Mercedes) “Ah, hello! Is it okay if we can sit here, Professor? There don’t seem to be other seats.”

That was a lie. As he and Flayn walked in, Byleth counted about 4 different tables that were open. 

He probably guessed it was so they can speak more with their ‘little professor’.

Byleth was very thankful that he didn’t quite understand emotions, because he’d be making the biggest pouting face imaginable, which would’ve made the situation worse.

Regardless, he did like the two students. They worked hard and took it seriously, making sure their teammates were okay was the cherry on top. 

He wouldn’t mind having to not deal with their coddling, however.

Before Byleth could say anything, Flayn nodded and motioned them in.

(Flayn) “Go ahead!”

Mercedes and Annette smiled and sat down. 

They also placed a giant plate of steak next to him.

(Annette) “As we were getting our food, we noticed you were eyeing that piece for a liiiitle bit too long! I bet you thought it’d be childish if you went for it!”

Byleth was sure that his inner child didn’t show up like the bird situation. Obviously, that had failed. Because they were completely right.

He hesitated going for the plate, but Mercedes saw it and pushed it closer.

(Mercedes) “Please, do not worry about it! The food here is quite good, and it’d be a crime if the staff didn’t even eat anything that they’d enjoy!”

She had a point. Besides, if Jeralt said if these kinds of actions was acceptable, then why not? Perhaps he was being a bit too cautious for nothing. He nodded in thanks and added it to his plate. Though his face didn’t move, everyone could tell he was quite satisfied.

Once he was finished, he politely put the silverware onto the table and looked at Flayn.

(Byleth) “Thank you very much for inviting me to lunch.”

(Flayn) “Huh? You’re not getting dessert?”

Dessert. Now that was a term he was barely familiar with. He didn’t really have the luxury of sweets as a mercenary, even during his birthdays that wasn’t exactly an ‘always’ thing.

He couldn’t remember the last time he tasted a candy.

(Byleth) “There’s…sweets?”

(Annette) “Jeez, the way you’re talking you sound like you’ve never had them, professor!”

(Byleth) “Actually I…I never-”

All three of them gasped before he could finish his sentence.

He was about to say ‘I never got too many chances to eat sweets’, but of course, Mercedes added fuel to a fire.

(Mercedes) “You’ve never had sweets, professor?!”

All the students from the Black Eagles, Blue Lions, AND Golden Deer turned to face their direction. He could hear the voices now.

“What kinda kid doesn’t have sweets?” “The poor thing!” “I feel kinda bad…”

Byleth honestly considered slamming his head against the table to knock himself out. She had just screamed that out, although he could tell she didn’t mean to. Though…WHY did she have to scream that?

Instead of Byleth slamming his head, Flayn slammed her hands on the table.

(Flayn) “We’re fixing this mistake right away then! Mercedes, Annette! Please fetch the Professor one of your best baked treats!”

(Mercedes) “Right away!”

(Annette) “Got it, let’s go, Mercie!”

They both got up to presumably go to their dorms. Flayn looked at him with the most serious face he had ever seen her have. Though, this was the completely WRONG reason to have it.

(Byleth) “F-Flayn, you don’t have to make a big deal out of it-”

(Flayn) “Yes I do! Even YOU deserve to enjoy yourself time to time!”

(Edelgard’s voice) “It’s true you know.”

Byleth saw Edelgard walk over while smiling.

(Edelgard) “You don’t know what you’re missing, Professor. Sweets can really make your day.”

(Claude) “How about that? Our Professor’s so gone off the deep end, he never got to enjoy things like candy!”

(Dimitri) “Hah, I can’t say I’m surprised to be honest. You should enjoy your youth, professor! When you get to our age, those things become scarce!”

WHY IS EVERYONE HERE!? He shouted to himself.

(Flayn) “Don’t worry, Byleth! Mercedes and Annette are the best bakers here, they’ll fix you up in no time.”

Everyone began to laugh, though Byleth wasn’t. Once again, his stone face prevailed over the embarrassment that was surging forth internally.

(Mercedes) “We have it!”

(Annette) “Here, take it professor!”

It was some odd brown-blackish square treat. It was soft, yet hard at the same time. What the hell was this thing?

(Flayn) “Ah yes, this one is a personal favorite! It’s called a ‘brownie’. It’s made of chocolate!”

(Dimitri) “My my, you two are bringing out the big guns!”

(Claude) “Hey, gotta have the first time be memorable, right?”

(Edelgard) “Well professor, dig in!”

Byleth knew if he refused, they’d force it down his throat. So he swallowed his pride and took a bite of the brownie.

His eyes sparkled upon tasting the brownie. It was the most delicious thing he ever had.

After the first bite, he quickly devoured the brownie. Making everyone’s smile even bigger.

(Claude) “Hey, I think he liked it!”

(Annette) “Oh, thank goodness! My heart was about to stop!”

(Mercedes) “This was our best treat we made, I’m so happy he liked it!”

(Dimitri) “What a relief. Honestly I would’ve said that the professor wasn’t human if he didn’t like it!”

(Edelgard) “Hah, how was it, professor?”

Everyone leaned in for his response, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

(Byleth) “G-Great…”

That brownie had made him lose all senses, and couldn’t really process anything else than wanting another one.

He began to blush a little as he looked down, speaking quietly.

(Byleth) “May…May I have another brownie, please?”

Everyone’s heart melted.

(Mercedes) “Of course! Come Annette, let’s get cooking!”

(Annette) “Right, we’ll be right back, professor!”

(Flayn) “We have now steered you off this dark path! Welcome to the light of sweets!”

Some of the students began clapping while others laughed and went back to their meal.

Claude chuckled and went back to his table while Edelgard and Dimitri did the same.

Flayn stayed with Byleth, and the two began discussing at length about how great sweets were, and of course, were treated to brownies.

Later that night…

Once the high of the brownies wore off, it was then Byleth realized what he had done to his reputation that he worked hard to maintain.

He fell onto his bed, clutching his bird in embarrassment as Sothis floated near him, a smirk growing.

(Sothis) “Oh, how mighty your maturity is, falling to your knees to a mere treat!”

She began laughing as he groaned into the fur of the bird.

Claude, Dimitri, and Edelgard would no doubt spread word to the students. He wasn’t going to live this down anytime soon.

He began to regret everything he did during lunch today. 

Except eating the brownies. 

…Damn it, now Mercedes and Annette have even more of a reason to think of themselves as his ‘Big Sisters’.

He wanted to curse yet thank Flayn for introducing him to sweets now.

[swellwriting]

Hello☘️ can I have a request with Fred Weasley/Slytherin reader? Their wedding preparations, something funny and cute. Maybe a liiiitle bit smut, a little bit:))) Thank you, have a nice day😊

Your dress is hanging on the back of the closed door, you stare at it, impatient and wishing you were wearing it already.

Ginny will be here any minute, she’s your maid of honour of course and putting this dress on is a two-person job, even with magic at your disposal. You expect Mrs. Weasley to be here any minute to fawn over you, or for anyone else to walk through the door.

All you have on is a white lace underwear set and a silky robe tied over top to keep yourself modest for the nosey people soon to barge in.

Like you could sense the future, you hear the doorknob twist with a creak and the door opens revealing a familiar head of red hair.

“Fred!” You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air.

“Calm down!” He hushes you and sticks his arms out in front of him. “I can't see you, I've got a blindfold on, I outsmarted the rule.”

“You can't see me but I can see you, it’s bad luck before the wedding.”

“Then close your eyes,” he says as he finally follows your voice and gets ahold of your hands.

You close your eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you flush against him. He wasn't wearing his suit yet, still clad in pyjamas with messy hair. Boys took so much less time to look nice, throw on a suit pat-down that unruly ginger hair and he's set.

He feels the silk under his fingertips and smooths out the fabric with his palms. “This your dress?” He asks cheekily as he pulls on the string untying it and slipping his hands underneath and against the bare skin of your sides.

“Cheeky bastard, if you came here for anything like that you are sorrily mistaken.”

“I came here because I miss you, and to get away from everyone else, they are all so crazy today.”

“Not everyone can be as carefree as you.” You feel him move his face into your neck, his nose tickles your skin as his breath blows down your shoulders. He kisses you so softly, on your neck, your cheek and then your lips before pulling away.

“Sorry, am I messin up your makeup?” He asks quietly but his face is so close to yours you can feel his cheeky smile on your lips.

“Nah, Ginny hasn’t been here yet.” You answer barely finishing the words before you press your lips to his again. You kiss sweetly for a while, running your fingers through his hair, holding him close.

“I heard people were supposed to feel nervous, you know before weddings and stuff.” He says as he leans his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, feeling nervous?” You tease, toying with the buttons on his pyjamas.

“No, but the morning keeps dragging on, I don't wanna wait any longer, I wanna marry you right now.” 

“Like this? With me, half-dressed and you in your pyjamas?”

“I'm sure you look great, in fact-” he pauses as one of his hands leaves your hip, he's about to lift his blindfold when you grab his hand stopping him.

“No way, you troublemaker,” you tease.

“Hey, I'm the troublemaker you fell in love with, so who’s really at fault here?” He chuckles only momentarily before you kiss him again, it's needier this time, you’re way past caring and all you want is to feel him. As you start to unbutton his shirt, you slide your hands in feeling the warm skin of his chest, you are rudely interrupted by the door swinging open.

Ginny and Mrs. Weasley rush into the room, instantly surprised to walk in on you and your oh so soon to be husband in a heated moment, thankfully not enough to be embarrassing.

“OH NO!” Mrs. Weasley exclaims loudly pushing Fred out of the room and slamming the door.

Ginny's mouth is wide open as you tie your robe back closed. ‘I can't believe you two!” she yells and you just shrug and smile at her.

“Oh he's a bad influence on you,” Mrs. Weasley mumbles as she fuses over your messy hair, you just smile sweetly up at her, not bothering to even try to argue.

[itsalliepg]

Hometown - Zig x Scarlett (MC) - Part 4

SUMMARY: The morning after, Zig and Scarlett (MC) go to a little walk, and they met someone from her past.

PAIRING: Zig X Scarlett (MC)

RATING: Everyone

WORDS: 1631

NOTE: Hey guys! Here’s part 4 of the series where Scarlett introduces Zig to her parents. I tried to write a jealous Zig this time...English isn’t my native language. I write to practice and learn, so please sorry any mistakes. I hope you like it, and if you do, I’d appreciate if you like/comment/reblog!Tag List:  @maxwells-nut @seawhite-seafair @molly7998 @ziggy-o @purpledinosaur4ever @writtenbycandy @chenchen731 @thatspicegirlssong  @zigortega4life @emerald-bijou

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During Sunday morning, after breakfast in the café she used to go with her friends during high school, Zig and Scarlett were walking in the street, hand in hand, going to the city park and talking excitedly.

               _That chocolate cappuccino and the cheese croissant were my orders in, like, ninety percent of the times I went there.

               _They’re both very good – he nudged her – but you prefer the ones I do, right? – she giggled, kissing his hand.

               _Of course, aren’t you my favorite barista? – she winked – but the best was that they were still like when I was sixteen. And…

               _Scarlett? It’s really you? – they turned around and a tall guy, with black hair and green eyes was looking at her.

               _Oh my God, Josh? – she smiled – how long! – they hugged each other.

               _You’re telling me! I thought you were in Hartfeld!

               _Actually, we’re spending this weekend with my parents. Oh, let me introduce you two – she turned to Zig – Zig, this is Josh, a high school friend. Josh, this is Zig, my boyfriend.

               _Nice to meet you, Josh – the boys shook hands friendly, but Zig noticed the disappointment in Josh’s smile.

               _Nice to meet you too, Zig. I guess Scarlett’s giving you a tour around here.

               _Yeah. We were at a coffee shop she liked to go with her friends, so I think you know that, too.

               _Oh, sure! We used to go there with Kelsey and Emma, good times…

               _Yeah, good times… - Scarlett smiled with nostalgia – and how about you? Are you studying?

               _Yeah, I’m attending to Bluebrook. Actually, my spring break ends today, and I’m coming back soon, I just came buy some car oil – he turned to Zig, smiling a little – my dad’s a mechanic, and he insisted my car had some problem – Zig smiled back.

               _And how’s your family? Long time no see them too!

               _They’re fine, Jack’s still determined to be a pianist.

               _Is he still thinking about signing up to that music school in Vienna?

               _Sure! He’s turning eighteen next year and he’s already getting ready for it.

               _That’s great. Tell them I said hi.

               _Sure – he glanced at his watch – dad’s waiting for me. Scarlett, it was great seeing you again, tell your parents I said hi too. Let’s stay in touch. And Zig, nice to meet you – Josh smiled at them and waved before crossing the street. They arrived at the park and Scarlett kept talking about the place, but Zig was strangely quiet and staring off into space. She found a seat and they sat down.

               _That tree is maybe a hundred years old, you know? – Scarlett looked at Zig, but her smile broke when she notice him staring at her – Zig? What’s up?

               _Scarlett, Josh isn’t just a friend, right? – Scarlett’s eyes widened.

               _What? Why are you asking me that?

               _The way you looked at each other, the tone in his voice…I don’t know, I felt that something has already happened between you two.

               _Fine – she sighed – Josh was my boyfriend. My first boyfriend. We dated during our sophomore and junior year at high school. And… - she rubbed her forehead – I lost my virginity with him – Zig nodded.

               _Mhmm – he glanced around – you weren’t lying, this place is really beautiful.

               _Zig? – she arched an eyebrow – please don’t tell me you’re jealous!

               _I’m not jealous – he looked away.

               _Zig…

               _Okay, Scarlett – he grunted – crap, I didn’t want to be that kind of boyfriend, but I didn’t know how I would react if I met someone from your past – he snorted – I trust you, my princess, but, I don’t know, to see someone who has also become so intimate with you…and I noticed how upset he was when you told him who I am – she took his hand.

               _Hey, don’t worry – she smiled – Josh was special, since he was my first in, you know, everything. But it’s past. I broke up with him, like, three years ago. Since then, so many things happened, and one of them got to meet you – she caressed his cheek – you know why I broke up with him? Because he didn’t support me to achieve my goals. During junior year, I’ve already started looking for colleges. He wanted to work with his dad, and I respected his decision. But he wanted me to stay here too. We fought a lot about it. One day, he said we could date until the prom, but if I really decided to go to university, he would break up with me. I decided it was too much for me, and I broke up first, before it happened. I was surprised he’s studying now, and he wanted to keep in touch since we never talked again since the prom, although we were still friends over senior year. I don’t want to compare you two, but you always support me and believe in my dreams. It means a lot to me – she kissed him.

               _I believe in you because you believe in me. And a talent like you shouldn’t be wasted – he smiled sheepishly – sorry for being so silly, Scar.

               _That’s okay, Zig. I also don’t know how I would react if I were in your place. And a little bit of jealousy is good, but just a liiiitle bit – they giggled – you know you’re the only guy in the world for me, right? I love you so much, my angel.

               _I love you too – he kissed her again – was that the trail you used to ride your bike?

               _Yeah, when I was little, I just came here because of the playground, and dad taught me to ride a bike there, too, when I was six – she beamed – it’s so beautiful that I’ve been back here ever since.

               _I can see why – he nudged her with his foot – hey, Josh’s good-looking. You have a nice taste – he smirked and she giggled.

               _Of course I have a nice taste. I’m dating you – she winked – but if I think of myself at that age, god, I was so immature – she chortled – when we had our first time, I really thought we’d be together forever…and when we broke up, I cried almost every day for three months! Mom even started to dislike him after she knew what he told me…

               _Normal. I suffered for love a lot at this age – he sighed deeply – I was so hypocritical, yesterday I mentioned a crush and now I was jealous…sorry.

               _Zig, stop apologizing! I’m not mad at you! – she laughed – what can I do to prove it?

               _Mmm…tell me about your relationship with him?

               _What? – she looked up at him, her eyes widening.

               _Yeah, tell me who asked who, your nicknames, that sort of thing – he smirked and kissed her forehead. Scarlett was still incredulous.

               _Okay…well, he asked me. We were at the movies, it was, like, our fourth or fifth date. But we always met at school. And we decide to match our nicknames: babyboy and babygirl – Zig snorted – Zig, stop laughing! I was sixteen!

               _I’m not laughing, Scar, it’s cute – he tickled her – keep going.

               _Mmm…he’s a baseball fan, so I gave him a cap for our first Valentine ’s Day, and he gave me a fluffy notebook I used to write my first short stories. I’m thinking of bringing it to Hartfeld and typing them on my laptop – she smiled.

               _And…how was your first time? – she turned to him, and he nodded.

               _It happened one afternoon that his parents and brother weren’t home. We were studying, and it just happened. We were both virgins, and we had already talked about it. So he was really nice to me.

               _I’m glad that you had good people in your life. It’s nice that you trust me to tell those things. And I’m glad you relation with good people in your life. It’s ridiculous to worry about your past.  

               _Exactly. What matters is that we’re together now.

               _Yeah, you’re right – he took her chin and guided her into a kiss – Josh’s bad luck, lucky me – they grinned – you’re so amazing, Scarlett.

               _Look who says – she punched him playfully – if one day you want to tell me about past lovers, like this Tony you mentioned yesterday, I’ll be happy to hear.

               _Of course, but not today. I guess we had our fair share – they giggled and looked at the children in the playground – I can see little Scarlett playing there.

               _Yeah? And what is she doing?

               _Probably leading some play. But also taking care of someone who’s uncomfortable or feeling harmed.

               _And I can also see little Zig defending the little girls, but also enchanting everyone with his kindness.

               _But when he saw little Scarlett, he paid no attention to anything else.

               _How curious, so does she – they laughed and kissed again – when I used to play here, I never imagined that somewhere out there there was a boy who I would meet during my freshman year in college and my life wouldn’t be the same since then.

               _At this same age, I never imagined that either. Or that so many things would happen to me… - he sighed – maybe if I knew you, I hadn’t acted so…violently with Marie’s ex. Maybe I hadn’t been arrested…

               _We can’t know that, Zig. And I don’t think it’d be good think about it – she stroked his cheek – unfortunately, we can’t change the past, but we can live now and the future together.

               _As you said, what matters is that we’re together now – he kissed her temple – and we can enjoy it now and take a walk in this place, so beautiful and special – Zig took Scarlett by her hand and pulled them to their feet. Their walk kept in high spirits, and his insecurity was disappeared completely after her words.

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[01tsubomi]

full bmc broadway cast recording thoughts: 

-more than survive thoughts have not changed but at least i know now that it’s stephanie for sure (also idk if i mentioned it but the “christine~” parts are REALLY really good) 

-play rehearsal is fun!! the added acting definitely reflects show-christine a lot better than the original did

-squip song is a bit different but not necessarily Worse, except for that they cut out the verse with the horns!! that was my Favorite part >:0

-there’s so much less energy in TPG, which i really expected because that seems to be a theme, but basically the saving grace of that song was that the two of them were unabashedly into everything they were saying and it’s so much harder to sink into when they don’t sound excited about it 

-YOU LOOK LIKE KEANU REEVES IN RECORDING 

-I Cannot Insult This Version Of The Squip Because The Actor Seemed Really Happy When I Told Him I Liked His Interpretation And I Can’t Take That Back 

-but you know? even though i like the old squip better, the new ver of bmc part 1 is REALLY cool! and the new intro actually caught me off guard, that’s one of the big surprises to me since they didn’t have it in the off-broadway ver!! it also helps lead you away from expecting the squip to be as cold and calculating as before. i’m a fan 

-the “terrible?” “TERRIBLE” in that song is really good too 

-”LOOKIIIIING. PRETTYYYYY. SEXYYYYY. BROOK-E” 

-big into the way Ride kicks up so much in the second verse, it’s very funky (also arr-e-vwar in recording!!) 

-”everything about me makes me wanna die” is almost better than the original, “going to be wonderful” JUST falls short of the impact the original had, will’s “BE MORE CHILL!!! hehe” is So much better than it was live. overall the reprise felt a little smaller than before? maybe it’s just because a lot of the pieces here seem bigger 

-ANOTHER new song???? 

-Sync Up is nice and simple and works well as a transition!! lets you see the squip a bit more before the upgrade. i can’t decide if the dialogue is a little heavy-handed, but i love the instrumentation a LOT (and the drama teacher’s line skfjfgdf) and jeremy + brooke’s part was fun!! 

-the WHOLE time while listening i was terrified they’d get rid of ‘all in all a not too heinous day~’, there’s definitely some irony in that they added the “now it’s time to be bold” for off-broadway then got rid of it so quickly

-stephanie’s vocals are definitely a little more mature? which is interesting given most of the rest of the cast sounds much more nasal (or maybe that’s just me noting the difference b/w will “jeremy 1.0″ connoly and roland) 

-THAT BEING SAID, i Don’t really get the direction they went in for kinda be into?? christine’s character has just gotten more and more dramatic with each new production, it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me that her song is so much more chill. i like listening to it a lot, it reminds me of if it was a song by a band and not in a musical, but it feels like a weird change to make (no surprise on the ending though since it was like that on off broadway)  

-i always really liked how Squip Lurks comes in like a fire alarm right after the end of kinda be into, this new inst just doesn’t have the same effect :/ very intimidating in its own right but just not the same as WARNING, WARNING, WARNING

-i really like this motif of brooke trying to speak french it’s really good ksjdgf

-i’m NOT SURE how i feel about the changes to Upgrade but i feel like i can’t even judge them against each other because it’s an ENTIRELY different song at this point. on one hand it’s nice to see them dive into that sorta serious ground BMC tends to avoid, it’s nice to see them delve into side characters’ plots, but...Upgrade was one of my absolute favorites from the original, and i don’t know how i feel about the soundtrack without that song. there were so many good impactful parts that are just gone now. when the squip joins in with brooke, “which means the house is empty so that’s fun!!”, the squip’s big solo (which musically might’ve been my favorite part of the whole musical)...i like the new version in its own right but i’m very (VERY) sad to see the old one go 

-i kept waiting for the old song to come in lmao

-i was legitimately shocked that LGW was different when they JUST put out the first recording of that a few months ago...and..hm........it doesn’t feel Big enough. i really saw LGW as one of the best songs in the show bc of how superficially happy it seemed while jeremy sounded like he was gonna cry the whole time. the slow down part doesn’t have as much of an impact if the whole song keeps stopping itself before it can accelerate. 

-oh also michael’s not in the new upgrade track ?? uh. i feel like that’s important 

-the outtro to halloween is SO good!! i don’t really like that the song starts Slower but if i had to say any of the new versions were better than the original i’d probably choose this one 

-i’d type out something about Hang but...i have no emotional attachment to that one...new dialogue is good for fleshing out chloe? i suppose 

-okay i just started the new MITB and i don’t hate it so far i don’t hate it 

-i don’t hate it...but i don’t love it...i mean it’s MICHAEL in the BATHROOM it’s gonna be good no matter what 

-very glad that they got the MTS and Kinda Be Into reprises this time !! i kinda liked the boldness in the older ver of the KBI reprise but i guess it’s more jeremy-ish for him to be timid 

-Tiffany Mann’s Vocals Are So God Tier That I Am Hesitating To Say Anything Else About Smartphone Hour 

-WAIT WHAT THE FUCK

-”BURNED DOWN JAKE’S HOUSE”??????

-trust me i am noticing + reacting to every changed lyric + bit of dialogue but sometimes it’s not worth commenting on, the pants song is still fun and unimpactful even with the good Say It Like You’re In The Army dialogue 

-i’m at the point where i’m curious about who in the cast enjoys being in the show and who just wanted to go to broadway, not because of anyone’s performance, just because it’s been like what 4 years? i love this musical but it must be tiring especially w how badly critics are panning bmc 

-Now Put Those Pills In That Beaker And Fill It With Mountain Dew 

-i already said everything i need to say about Pitiful Children after i saw the show, no major changes (in the song or my feelings) since then (i like how campy the Everything About Us part is in the new ver though) 

-literally all i have to say about The Play is...Kung Fu Fists Activate 

-that’s a lie, i really like the Glitch Voice Jeremy thing, and it’s SO good how they extended the “jeremy~” to the same length as his standard “christine~”, and LGW in the background during the Mountain Dew Red thing was good

-so was “AH” “oh god” “AH!!!!” “OH GOD” 

-”私は日本から来ました”.........

-i have tried to decipher. the squip’s meltdown jpn speech. so many times. and he was saying “i came from japan” this WHOLE time?? mr joe iconis i want a refund 

-THE MARACAS IN VOICES. THEY’RE SO GOOD. 

-actually i’m really into the new arrange!!! the new lyrics i’ll have to think about...i do like how it seems like they really tried to flesh out the characters and the theme of Everyone’s Going Through It but putting in the morals in the girls’ seemed a liiiitle forced...man now i really wanna see the show again just to know how much effort they really put into turning the characters into Not just stereotypes so!! curious there 

-anyway the new voices is def a bop, probably the most pleasantly surprise in the whole thing!!

-okay 4 final words: bowling. alley. performance. art.  

[sun-kissed-star]

“I just really miss talking to you.” With Ralbert?

this gets a liiiitle bit angsty so buckle up

trigger warning: kind of a breakup? kind of not?

“Albert, can we talk for a second?”

Albert looked up. Race was standing in front of the couch, looking down at him intently, like there was a secret he was trying to pry out of him.

“Uh, sure,” Albert said, setting his report down. He’d been working on it for hours, probably past dinner, but he was almost done and then he could get to work on some papers that were due next week. “What’s up?”

Race sat down next to him, but he kept his distance. It was a little concerning - it was rare to see him wearing anything but a grin unless it was a rough day - but Albert shrugged it off for now.

Race took his time finding his words. When he did, he was frowning down at his hands. “I’m worried about you.”

“Okay, um, how come?” Albert muttered. Sure, he’d been a little on edge, and, okay, maybe he’d been pulling out his hair from stress for a while, but it was nothing to be worried about.

“Well, you haven’t really been talking to me, and you keep turning down stuff with our friends. You’re always working and -”

“Race, I’ve just been busy,” Albert said, cutting him off before he could start rambling. “Okay? Just leave me alone about it. You didn’t do anything, no one did anything, it’s fine.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“We’re talking right now,” Albert supplied, picking up his pen to scribble something else down.

“You know that isn’t what I mean,” Race said, keeping his tone level. “I miss talking to you about what’s going on. I want you to let me in, Albie. I wanna help you with whatever’s going on.”

Albert sighed, trying to focus on the paper. “Nothing’s going on. You don’t need to worry.”

“How am I supposed to know not to worry when you don’t tell me anything?”

“I don’t have to tell you everything, Racer.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Race said, visibly frustrated as he ran a hand through his hair. Albert felt bad for putting the tension in the air, but he just needed to focus and talking about his stress and anxiety wasn’t helping. “I’m just asking you to come to me when you need to talk. That’s what I’m here for. We’re here to help each other.”

“I don’t need help.”

“Damn, Al, it’s okay to need help sometimes!” Race said, voice raising just enough to notice. He pulled the papers out of Albert’s hands, tapping his chin to get him to look up. “It’s okay to tell me when you’re stressed. No one’s gonna judge you.”

“I’m not stressed,” Albert said, leaning back and closing his eyes. He needed Advil and sleep. About six months of it. “I -”

“I can’t do this if you don’t tell me anything!” Race said angrily. “Don’t you think it hurts just a little to come home and have your boyfriend not say more than five words about how his day went, how he’s doing, what’s going on in his life? Don’t shut me out!”

“If you ‘can’t do this’ when this is working best for me, why don’t we just not do this!?” Albert said, practically shouted, tearing the papers out of Race’s hands. Race froze, and so did Albert after a second of too much silence for their shoebox apartment.

“You know what?” Race said, and he got to his feet before Albert could grab his hand. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. We could just take a break if that’s what you want, Albie. I want what’s best for you and if this,” he waved his hand between them, “is just making you more stressed then we don’t have to -”

“Wait.” Albert stood up too, forgetting the report, and grabbed Race’s wrist. “Race, no, you don’t stress me out, we can work this out.”

“Al, it’s whatever.” Race shrugged him away. “I don’t know. Maybe just a break. I’ll go stay with Jack and we can both figure our shit out.”

“Racer, I -”

“It’s fine.”

But as Race walked away in search of a bag to take to Jack’s and Albert collapsed back on the couch, head in hands, all that was running through both their heads was that it definitely didn’t seem fine.

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My BABY CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE YN AND MICHAEL MODERN BABYSITTING THE KIDS AND MICHAEL GIVES KARL A TALKING TO WHEN HE GETS MAD AT THEM PAYING MORE ATTENTION TO JOHNS BB

i’ll still love you

“Promise we won’t be out too late,”

“Yeah, yeah, go on go have fun.”

“The number’s on the fridge-“

‘“Freddie- they’ve done this before just GO!”

You laughed as Ada pushed her husband out the door towards the car outside waiting with John and Esme inside.

“Always the worrier, he is.”

You turned around to see Michael holding the newest Shelby, three months old, in one arm and mussing up Karl’s hair with the other, “Isn’t that right Karl?”

“Daddy always checks everything three times ever since mummy forgot to blow out the candle that one day.”

“Alright enough about your daddy are we going to have some fun tonight?” You smiled, kneeling down to meet him at eye level.

“Yeah!”

“Well let’s get to it!”

The three of you followed a running Karl back into the living room where he went back to playing with the legos.

Ada and Freddie had gone with John and Esme to Katie and Peter’s elementary open house. The two older kiddies couldn’t wait to show off all the art and work they did at school to their parents, and Freddie and Ada were taking the opportunity to see if this is the school they wanted to send Karl to in the fall.

“This is going to last five minutes if you don’t put on the Lion King soon.” You said, but not looking at Michael.

He turned his head to smile at you, “Why ‘m I the one that’s gotta do it?”

“Because it never fucking works when I do it.”

“YN there is a baby here,” he mocked, covering the little girl’s ears.

You rolled your eyes, “You think she hasn’t already heard that in the Shelby household?”

Michael teasingly shook his head as he walked toward the TV set, “Don’t pay attention to any of the rude shit that comes out of YN’s potty mouth, yeah?”

You stood there looking into an imaginary camera as if you were on the Office as Michael got Karl ready for the movie. Your phone went off, two messages from Freddie making sure everything was fine, one from Ada telling to ignore him, four from Esme of the kids in front of some things they had on display, and one from John of a pot in a window with the caption “does this look like a dick to you?”

You were just about to go into the kitchen to clean up dinner when you heard Karl giggle. Turning your head to see what exactly it was he was giggling at, you saw Michael trying to juggle a now awake baby and open the DVD case to the movie, all the while trying not to fall backwards on a mountain of legos behind him.

“YN, YN, you’ve got to help Uncle Michael!” Karl giggled.

You strided over, arms crossed and a smirk on your face.

“Don’t say anything.” He mumbled, a little upset that he was having so much difficulty opening a DVD case. The baby continued to wiggle and fuss, the beginning of a full cry on the near horizon.

“Give me the baby,” you laughed, out stretching your arms.

Michael passed her off at the precise moment she began to cry.

“Oh I know, I know,” you soothed, “Uncle Michael wasn’t giving you any attention was he?”

Michael rolled his eyes and Karl giggled. He then took it upon himself to try and demonstrate to Michael how to open a video case, “Like this Uncle Michael!”

“Oh THAT’S how it’s done, is it?”

You barely caught Karl’s face to you as you began to take the baby into the other room for a changing. It wasn’t quite a scowl, but one of those faces you make when you’re upset but only kind of trying to hide it. You shook it off as you continued into Karl’s old nursery for a new nappy.

“Yes, Karl I know how to push play,” you heard through the baby monitor.

You laughed as you began to change the baby, “Does Uncle Michael know how to start a movie, Pearly? Does he know?”

Pearl just kind of looked at you, obviously not understanding a word out of your mouth and mainly just concerned with getting a new nappy.

“There we go, my sweet girl!” You exclaimed, picking her up off of the changing desk, “All better! All clean!”

You continued to make faces at her and kiss her tummy as she giggled and giggled.

“I can’t wait to have babies with you.”

You turned your head to see Michael standing in the doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the frame. He was looking extra fit today, dark jeans, dark gray T-shirt hugging his body a liiiitle better than usual.

“‘S that right?” You asked, bringing the baby to your chest as you turned towards him.

“Yeah,” he said, voice a little lower than usual, “You’re gonna be the fittest mum anyone in Birmingham has ever seen.”

“Is that all? Me being a fit mum?”

“Well, I mean we’d get a nice baby out of it.”

“All secondary things.”

“Oh yeah,” he smiled, putting his arms on your waist as he kissed you sweetly.

“Now let me see this pretty girl…”

Michael took Pearl from you and the two of you held her up in the air, making faces, tickling her tummy, and wiggling her feet.

“I knew it!” You heard a little voice yell.

The two of your turned your heads to see Karl, blanket in hand, tears starting to fall down his face, standing in the hallway.

“Knew what ba-“

“I KNEW you liked that baby more than me you don’t even love me anymore!”

“Karl, don’t be-“

“No you don’t even love me all you love is that baby you and YN and mummy and daddy and everyone else!”

Just as suddenly as he appeared, Karl took off crying. Your jaw was left wide open as Michael handed the baby back to you.

“I’ve got ‘im.”

Michael left to follow the crying four year old as you continued to stand in the old nursery, Pearl cooing and reaching for your hair.

Michael found Karl in his room, curled up in the corner, clutching his blanket tightly.

“Hey…”

“Go away!!” Karl shrieked.

Michael stood in the doorway for a moment before slowly walking in, avoiding all the toy cars and superheroes that littered the floor, and sitting on the bed next to him.

“What’s all this about, eh? What’s gotten you so bothered?” He extended his hand to rub Karl’s back.

The warmth and soothing touch of Michael’s hand calmed him down a bit, and he went from curling around his pillow to tucking himself around Michael’s middle resting his head on his lap, still holding his blanket and sticking his thumb in his mouth. Michael brushed some of the hair from his eyes and continued to rub his back.

“You… and YN… don’t love me… anymore…” he heaved, a little difficult to understand around his thumb.

“Why d’you say that?”

“Because… the new baby.”

“Karl, YN and I still love you even though Uncle John and Aunt Esme have a new baby.”

“B-but Polly… and mummy and daddy… all love her more than me…”

“No, no, no.” Michael said, “That’s not true.”

“Yes!… It is!”

“Karl, why would you mummy and daddy love a new baby more than you, yeah?”

“B-because I head them…. mummy was talking about a new baby… and using my room… they want to get rid of me!”

Michael’s eyes widened a bit as he processed what Karl had overheard.

“Karl, look at me, come on,” he said, placing a hand under his chin so he could look at his face. It broke his heart to see him so upset, tears and snot all over his little face.

“Mummy and daddy don’t love you any less, yeah? You’re always gonna be their boy. You don’t love your blanket any less now that you’ve got this new bear now do you?”

“N-no….”

“And I can tell you that mummy and daddy, and Uncle John and Tommy and Arthur, and Aunt Esme and Grace and Linda, and Polly, and me an YN,” he said, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe Karl’s nose, “don’t love you any less with a new baby. New babies need a lot of stuff, yeah? Notice how Pearl cries all the time?”

Karl nodded his head.

“That’s because she isn’t big like you and can’t do things like pick out her favorite shirt, or say what snacks she wants, or even use the big potty like you can.”

Karl sat up, still leaning into Michael.

“I love you very much, and I know YN does too.”

“Even when you and YN have your own babies?”

“I promise you, even when YN and I have a million babies, we will still love you very very much.”

Karl nodded and continued to suck his thumb.

“You ready to go back downstairs? You’re missing the whole movie, you know.”

At that, Karl jumped off the bed, blanket in one hand, thumb in his mouth, and ran towards the stairs. Michael sat on his bed and laughed for a moment before following him to the living room.

You met him at the bottom of the stairs, eyes on Karl sitting next to the baby bouncer in front of the TV, sharing his blanket with her.

“That was very nice, what you said.”

Michael looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Baby monitor.”

He smiled.

“You think?”

You looked at Michael, sliding your arms around his middle as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Yeah,” you whispered, “very, very nice.”

The two of you stood like that for a moment, the only sounds coming from the movie in the living room.

“You’re gonna be a great dad, Mikey.”

He hummed into your hair and kissed your forehead.

“We do need to have a discussion about the million babies I’m s’posed to give birth to, though.”