#very proud of myself for not crying! but still shaky!

[jade-efflorescence]

the same lady that yelled at me monday is back after a week...and I was the person at her register...what if I kill myself

[royal-bubble-tea]

Heyo!!! I was wondering if you could write a FtM reader with a poly relationship with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, first its just general fluff that could lead up to smut. Do tyt with this!

Yes, of course. I loooove Matz 🤭

Ateez - poly Hoongjoong x Seonghwa (smut)

Hongjoong x Seonghwa x ftm! Reader

First of all Hoongjoong and Seonghwa absolutely adore you. When you came out to them, explaining how you felt Seonghwa had a hard time wrapping his head around the concept and the new changes your realisation and feelings brought. Back then you feared you might lose him after coming out and saying that you felt more like you are one of them. Hoongjoong on the other hand was super supportive. He immediatly asked you after your pronouns, how you want to be adressed in general, making your heart flutter at this display of love, affection and acceptance towards you. Hoongjoong also went on a shopping spree with you, deciding that you were in need of a new wardrobe to celebrate your new self. It was around that time that Seonghwa, tagging along and giving his creative input on certain outfits, realised that nothing major would change. He was still very much in love with you and Hoongjoong. You were the same person, same likes, dislikes, hobbies and interests that he adored. He told you as much after one of your little shopping trips. To say that all three of you started crying, overrun with emotions was an understatement. It was Yunho who later on found all three of you on the couch in the dorm huddled underneath one gaint blanket each with their own tub of ice cream watching a romcom. He just smiled at you giving a thumbs up happy with the overall situation.

You were rudely interrupted by your daydreaming by Seonghwa waving a hand in front of your face. "Are you even listening to me?", he asked with a pout on his face. You looked up to him with a smile. "I was listening to you ... for the most part.", you answered. His eyes became slits and you knew that you had to do something to safe the day, quick. "But how can I listen to you when you are standing right on front of me wearing outifts in which you look so god damn good." He rolled his eyes but you did not miss the colour painting his cheeks as he turned around to present another one to you. "Nice safe.", he eventually said. "I know. I'm kinda proud of myself for that one. But you really do look stunning.", you replied. He turned around again showing of his almost sheer black top. You grinned at him like a man possessed. "This looks really nice on you Hwa." You could tell by the way he moved and posed slightly that he was also very much in love with this top. "You know what would look even nicer?", he looks up at you with a questioning look, raising one eyebrow, "You in this shirt in my lap while I'm kissing you stupid", you slowly rise from your sitting position making your way over to him, "My hands underneath this flimsy top, teasing you for looking so delicious", your fingers play with the hem of the top before your hands find their way underneath resting on his well definded stomach. You lean in closer, nosing against his collarbone, the ghost of a kiss against his neck. You can hear and feel his shaky in- and exhale. His hands had made their way to your waist, resting there, anticipating your next move. "Can you imagine it. Maybe we can get Hoongjoong, get him to watch but not allowed to touch. You know how he gets when he does not get what he truly desires. How possessive he is." It is at this that Hwa looks at you confused and after a moment you catch up with his train of thought. "Where is Hoonjoong by the way?", you ask him. He looks at you with pretty much the same facial expression you are wearing right this moment. "I am not so sure. If he would be in the dorms, I am sure he would be here with us right now so that leaves only one other option." You both look at each other before sighning in defeat and saying in unision "The studio", with a look of resignation Seonghwa pulls away from you but before you two are completely separated he plants a kiss on your mouth making you grin like the idiot in love you truly are. He puts on more discrete clothes, grabs your hand and you both march out the door to KQ studio to get your adorable Minion home.

At the studio you knock carefully at the dorr, waiting for Hoongjoong to react and open the door. But after waiting a couple of minutes with nothing happening Seonghwa pulls out his phone and gives him a call. You could hear Hoongjoongs whiny voice at the other end asking what you want. "We are standing right in front of your door so you better open up.", says Seonghwa. And you could already hear noises coming from the other side of the door. It sounded like Hoongjoong was franticly trying to reach the door. Which opened seconds later granting you the view of a rather wild looking Hoongjoong. His hair was a birds nest and his clothes looked like he had been sleeping in them for longer than comfortable. However you could also see the love in his eyes while he looked at you and Seonghwa. You take a step forward, circle your arms around his neck and give him a peck on his lips. "Took you long enough", you whispered. You can feel Seonghwa's warm body behind you as he put his arms around Hoongjoongs waist and pulled the two of you into a group hug. He leanes over your shoulder and kisses Hoongjoong as well. The capatains face turns a bright red and he ushers everyone inside his studio. You immideatly go to the couch in the corner and take a seat, patting the cushion next to you to signla the others to join you. Seogwha makes his way over pulling Hoongjoong with him. But before the tiny man can take a seat next to you he is being pulled in by Hwa and placed in his lap. His face turns red a gain and he hides his face in the crook of Seonghwa's neck. You coo at the adorable display and lean in to pepper kisses on every surface of his face that you can reach. Beside you Seonghwa is laughing at your antics. He places an arm around you and pulls you towards his chest, so that you and Hoongjoong a both comfortable and leans back. His hand glides up and down you side doing the same to Hoongjoong. He let's out a breath before adressing the smaller male. "We wanted to pick you so that we can all go home together. And please just come with us. No arguing for ten more minutes, okay? You have been in here for way to long. You need a break and the two of us miss you so much." Hoongjoong looks up at you and you look back with pleading eyes, Seonghwa mirrowing your expression. "Fine. Let me grab my things and let's head home.", he reluctantly agrees. You cheer in celebration and Seonghwa plants another long kiss on Hoongjoongs lips. The smaller not wanting to seperate that fast chases his lips. You watch them trade kisses, waiting for an opening which comes the moment Hoongjoong leans back on Seonghwa's lap to take a deep breath. You use this moment to gently grab his face and kiss him as well. His lips are slightly chapped as they move against yours. This does not stop you from continuing to kiss him. You move your lips against his, biting his bottom lip and feeling heat flutter in your stomach when you hear him moan at the action. You trace you tongue over the part of his lip that you have just bitten to sooth the bite. However, Seonghwa interrupts you before things can escalate. "You know the faster we get going, the faster we are home and can continue that in our much more comfortable bed." You both nod at him and begin moving at lightning speed to pack everything up. And next things you know you are already sitting in the car, virbrating out of your skin with exitement about what's to come.

The three of you make it to the front door with Seongwha barely being able to open the door, before Hoongjoong pushes inside, your hand in his and he pulls you along inside the dorm towards the bedroom. Finally inside, he pushes you on the bed. The two of you grinning at each other and giggling like sixth graders. Hoongjoong pushes himself up and situates himself between your spread legs. He gives you another peck on the lips before you throw your arms around his neck and pull him in to deepen the kiss. You both try dominate the kiss but Hoongjoong loses as soon as you bite his lip again. This time when you soothe your tongue over the bite you can feel his tongue pocking against yours. You can feel and hear him exhale before pushing your tongue into his mouth. Trying to map and remember every part there is. Hoongjoong now plaintly laying on top of you cradles your head in his hands. All of a sudden he takes a deep breath, you open one eye and see Seonghwa towering over the two of you. His face is flushed and you notice a prominent buldge in his pants. He has started to take Hoongjoong clothes of. He looks you in the eyes as if asking the silent question if this is alright with you and if you are comfortable to continue. You nod at him and start to underess Hoongjoong as well. The tiny Captain is laying between you trading kisses and losing his clothers faster than he notices. Soon he is naked on the bed in all of his glory. You let your hungry gaze follow his face, down his chest and delicious pecks to his plush thighs and hard cock. He pulls you into another deep kiss and you try to get a grip and locate Seonghwa to find out what he is doing not wanting him to feel left out. Soon you find out what he is doing as Hoongjoong first whines and then downright moans right into your mouth. His eyes rolling slighty back and he is trying to stable his breathing. You look over his shoulder at Seonghwa who winks at you. You follow the movement of his arm and realise that he started to stretch Hoongjoong. You turn your attention back to Hoongjoong. You try to kiss him in between deep breaths and one of your hands makes their way down his front to his flushed and hard cock. You begin to stroke him and his moans turn up significantly in volume. Seonghwa's arm is moving at an increased speed and you try to match his with the the movement of your hand. Hoongjoong starts to leak even more pre come and you lightly squeeze the head of his cock on every up stroke while also shoving you tongue into his mouth. Seonghwa is looking down at you two and is being mesmerized by the picture the two of you paint right in front of him. He leans down to bite and lick at Hoongjoong's neck while stroking his fingers over said mans prostate. Hoongjoong is no longer able to form any coherent thought, he is trashing between you two and with one final sharp inhale he comes with a cry. His body snaps like a bow string and he releases all over your hand.

Both you and Seonghwa pepper is face with kisses, praising him for doing so well while letting him catch his breath. Once his eyes are no longer glazed over he begs for you and Seonghwa to take of your clothes as well. Not having to be asked twice you shed your clothes and Seonghwa turns Hoongjoong around so that he is laying on his belly. "Come on Joongi hands and knees." he says after slapping Hoongjoong on the ass. A handprint starts blossoming on the pale checks. You are so entranced by the view that you lean over and bite Hoongjoong in his plump buttcheeck. The latter mewls at you action but you soothe him with a hand and kisses all over his round bubble but and lower back. You lean back but before you can make your way to the head of the bed, Seonghwa grabs you by the jaw and pulls you in for a hungry kiss. His tongue tracing your lips, asking for entrance which you allow for a breath moment before pulling away. You kiss him one final time whispering "Make him feel so good, he never wants to leave this bed again.", against his lips. A fire is lit in Seongwha, he grabs Hoongjoongs hips and starts to push in. This is why you wanted to be at the head of the bed. To watch Hoongjoong's facial expression morph into absolut bliss. You can see him biting his lip in concentration, before his mouth falls open and heavy breaths leave him. The way his eyes roll back at a particular deep thrust from Seonghwa and how his fingers grip the sheets impossible tight. It is a sight how HJ turns from being in control and teasing Hwa into a subby mess, being overstimulated from having just come. But enjoying every second of it. He looks up at you and starts pawing at you hips. You raise an eyebrow in question. "Want to make you feel good as well.", comes the answer inbetween moans and shaky breaths. Above him Seonghwa coos at the two of you. His hair is plastered against his forhead. You can see drops of sweat descending down his neck. His chest is flushed from the action and his breathing hís heavy. But his eyes are so hungry as he locks eyes with you. "Want to make our angel feel good, Hoongjoong? Want to be a good little captain for us and make both of us feel good?", he teases Hoongjoong who nods frantically. You slide closer to Hoongjoong who tightly grabs your hips and puts his move over your heat. The feeling of his cute pink tongue and his heavy breaths against you skin cause you to throw your head back in pleasure. Hoongjoong encouraged by you actions redoubles his effort in pleasing you. All while Seonghwa is thrusting deep into him. His eyes are glazed over and the only thought in his mind is to be good for his two lovers. You weave your hands trough his hair and at one particular pleasurable movement from his tongue you grip his hair and pull on it. That was all Hoongjoong needed to reach his climax. He moans out loud, his eyes roll into the back of his head and you watch him as his whole body shakes. Seonghwa behind him not being any better, as he reached his orgasm as well because of Hoongjoong clenching around his dick like a vice and milking him of everything he was worth.

Hoongjoong flops back down onto the bed trying to regain a clear mind as you play with his hair and tell him what a good boy his is. From the corner of your eye you can see Seonghwa making his way over to you, tapping your hip and making you lay down flat next to Hoongjoong. You look up at him as he makes is way down your body until he reaches your core and starts blowing and licking you. You again throw you head back, grabbing for Hoongjoong's hand which he pulls close to his chest and starts peppering with kisses. Still having the mental image of Seonghwa and Hoongjoong orgasming just moments prior playing in you head is what tips you over as well. You moan both their names and snuggle close to Hoongjoong. Seonghwa gets up and leaves and shortly coming back with a wet rag to clean the two of you. He lays a blanket over you and cuddles up on your other side. Hoongjoongs eyes are already closed but he whispers a quiet "I love you both so much." To which you and Seonghwa reply with "I love you too." You take their hands and try to cuddle as close to them as you can. Hearing Seonghwas steady breaths and Hoongjoongs light snoring lulls you into sleep as well.

Well, that escalated quickly. First I wanted to write something short and sweet but I just ran with it while writing.

I hope you enjoy this story. Have a nice weekend.

And watch and support Ateez performing at Coachella this weekend. I am going to watch the Live Stream on Youtube and I am sooo excited!!!!!!

[annaphoenix1994]

Mr. and Mrs. Simon Riley - 3

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Author's Note: Song inspiring this chapter later during Eva's speech: "My Little Girl" by Tim McGraw. This song is very personal to me as I made a tribute video for my father when he passed away, so of course I cried immensely when I wrote this. Bear with me if it looks rushed or sloppy! It was a mess in my head with emotions!

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"Oh, my God!" Johnny and Gaz shouted in unison while Price smiled widely at Kiera, each carrying a genuine smile as they were called for the groomsmen's "first look." 

"I don't know what I can say that won't get me in trouble," Johnny snickered. "So, I'll just keep it simple and say you look beautiful, K." 

"Thank you, Johnny." Kiera blushed, accepting his embrace before Gaz followed suit, whispering a 'congratulations' into her ear before admitting that Simon was a lucky and deserving man. 

Price waited for his turn, his cheeks rising into a warm and genuine smile before he pulled her softly into his arms. "I'm so proud of you two, love," He whispered. 

"Thank you, John," She sniffled into his shoulder, feeling him pull back to look at her before his thumb swiped away a tear that settled on her chin. "I'm so nervous." 

He chuckled at her, "I can assure you: Simon is more nervous than you. The poor bloke has been tapping his foot impatiently on the floor so hard that I'm sure there's a hole there when he leaves." 

"I don't doubt it," She giggled. "I'm so nervous but so ready to get this over with. Simon still won't tell me what he has planned for our honeymoon." 

Soap snickered, "We all know what he's got planned." 

"Sergeant, shut it." Price warned with a glare as Kiera and Gaz giggled. 

Autumn had finished taking the photos for the session, keeping to herself to give Kiera and Simon's groomsmen their time with her, Autumn smiling at how they all seemed to adore Kiera, oblivious to their history together and just how close they truly were. 

"Hey!" Teeter chimed suddenly, poking her head around the corner. "Baby, we got twenty minutes before this all starts! Y'all need to get your asses to the end of the aisle because I ain't walkin' by myself!" 

"Here we go..." She breathed a sigh. 

"Take a breath, love," Price assured her. "There may be a lot of people, but once you two see each other, I'm sure you'll feel like it's just the pair of you up there." 

Kristen, Kiera's maid of honor and best friend, helped Eva adjust Kiera's veil and make last-minute adjustments before it was time for the bridesmaids and groomsmen to walk down the aisle. 

Kiera took a shaky breath, gripping her bouquet tightly when the music started to play, holding her position as she watched Kristen and Gaz be the first ones to walk down the aisle, followed by Teeter and Soap, and finally Alice and Price being last, each member hosting a huge smile as they got placed at the alter. 

"Best breathe before ye pass out, Simon." Teeter poked in a whisper as she noticed Simon's nervous stance. He gonna cry... He gonna cry, she mused, especially when he shot her a glare at her words. 

"You're not helping!" Johnny mouthed to her, grasping his wrist with his opposite hand as he, Simon, Price, and Gaz stood in the same position, except Simon had nervously pressed his ring finger and thumb harshly together out of anxiousness - a nervous tick he had always done. 

Hold it together, Simon. It's not like you've never seen her before! He scolded himself. Well, have never seen her in a white dress vowing her love and devotion to me in front of God and the world. Bloody hell, don't fucking cry, you bloke!

After the music that had guided the groomsmen and bridesmaids down the aisle, a brief moment of silence fell before the song played - the song that was sentimental between Simon and Kiera. 

Except it was the instrumental version of "Always Remember Us This Way." 

Simon looked down to his feet for a few seconds, taking advantage of the very few seconds to gain his composure before he dared himself to fight the verge of tears before he looked towards her. Bloody fucking hell, he sighed, a large grin smearing across his face before his hands came to cover his mouth. She's all mine. So bloody beautiful. 

Both Kiera and Eva's faces matched - both shedding a steady amount of tears as Eva walked her daughter down the aisle, rubbing her thumb softly against Kiera's forearm in a last-minute attempt to soothe her daughter of her nerves as they got closer and closer. "He looks at you with so much love, sweetheart," Eva whispered. "He looks so handsome." 

"That he does," She smiled. "It's so hard for me to believe that he's mine." 

"For the long run, sweetheart." Eva assured her before they reached the end of the aisle, Kiera's tear-filled eyes stayed glued to Simon while his eyes did the same, except his tears failed to leave the rim of his eyes. 

"Ladies and gentlemen," The priest began to say to the crowd. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the bride and the groom. Who gives this woman to be married to this man?" 

"Her mother." Eva replied in a soft voice, tears falling at her answer as the time had finally come, her grip tightening on Kiera's arm before she turned to give her one last hug. "I love you so much, sweetheart." 

"I love you too, momma." 

Simon smiled as he held out his hand, watching Kiera grasp his as he helped her stand in front of him. 

"Good evening everyone, as the priest who has the honor to conduct this sacred ceremony, it is my pleasure to welcome you all to witness the union of Kiera Dutton and Simon Riley. Marriage is a sacred bond, a commitment between two people to love and cherish one another, through good times and bad, in sickness and in health, as long as they both shall live. Kiera and Simon, you have made a commitment to love and honor each other, and to support each other in your journey through life," The priest began. "May the love you share today continue to grow and flourish, and may the Lord bless your union with joy, peace and happiness. May you always find comfort in each other's arms, and may your home be filled with love, laughter and peace. I ask that you always remember that the love you share is a reflection of the love God has for each and every one of us. And I pray that you will always be blessed with the love and guidance of our Lord. It is understood that the bride and groom have already exchanged vows within the privacy of one another and before I ask the couple to place their rings, I would like to bless this couple with a prayer. Please, bow your heads," 

Kiera and Simon were the first to bow their heads before the rest of the guests followed suit. 

"A reading from the New Testament, 1 John 4:7-12: Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us. The word of the Lord. Amen." 

"Amen." The crowd said in unison. 

"At this time, I ask the best man and maid of honor to present the rings for the bride and groom." 

Kristen and Price both stepped forward. Although Simon technically chose to not have a best man as they were all quote "all his best men," they all concluded that Price was best trusted with keeping track of Kiera's wedding band as Soap was not the best at being responsible for small items. "Simon, repeat after me," The priest directed as Simon grasped Kiera's left hand, holding the ring at the tip of her finger as he hesitated before following the priest's directions. "With this ring, I promise to support you, care for you, laugh with you, share in your burdens, be honest with you, and be faithful to you in all that we may face in the years ahead. I promise to love you with everything I have, from this day forward and beyond."

"With this ring, I promise to support you, care for you, laugh with you, share in your burdens, be honest with you, and be faithful to you in all that we may face in the years ahead. I promise to love you with everything I have, from this day forward and beyond." Simon repeated as he slowly slid the band on her finger, his thumb rubbing over the bulge of the ring just like he had always done, subconsciously easing the nervousness between the pair of them.

"Kiera, please take Simon's ring and repeat after me: With this ring, I promise to support you, care for you, laugh with you, share in your burdens, be honest with you, and be faithful to you in all that we may face in the years ahead. I promise to love you with everything I have, from this day forward and beyond."

"With this ring, I promise to support you, care for you, laugh with you, share in your burdens, be honest with you, and be faithful to you in all that we may face in the years ahead. I promise to love you with everything I have, from this day forward and beyond." She repeated, smiling up at Simon as she had slid the black titanium band over his finger. Fitting, she mused. It looks so good on him.

"Simon, do you take Kiera to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you honor and cherish her, continue to deepen your understanding of her, and treat her with love and compassion in joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life might throw your way?"

"Until there's no more air in my lungs." He answered truthfully, knowing he could've kept it simple by saying I do, but he chose not to - simply because if he could easily lighten the mood by a split second to help ease Kiera's nerves, he'd do his best to slip in jokes throughout the rest of the evening. 

"Kiera, do you take Simon to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you honor and cherish him, continue to deepen your understanding of him, and treat him with love and compassion in joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life might throw your way?" 

"I do." She smiled behind her veil.

The priest smiled, "By the power vested in me, and with the trust and beauty of you all today, I now pronounce you husband and wife,"

Finally, he breathed, his heart racing in his chest.

"Simon, you may now lift the veil and kiss your bride." 

He smiled as he cautiously lifted Kiera's veil and carefully let it settle behind her head. She's so fucking beautiful, he thought. He cupped her face as she leaned into him, their lips locking in matrimony, the sound of the guest clapping slowly fading in the distance as the moment was nothing but theirs. Her hands splayed against his back as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, the couple unable to make their kiss brief as they had been waiting to tie their knot for nearly two years. "I love you, sweetheart." He murmured against her lips. 

"I love you too." She smiled, breaking the kiss to look up into his eyes before they joined hands, Simon taking the first step to lead his new bride down the aisle towards the reception hall. 

Eva was the first one to greet them, embracing her daughter with a loving hug and kiss before she stood on her toes to do the same to Simon. "Congratulations, honey. I love you two so much." 

"Thank you, love," Simon smiled, patting her shoulder. "I love you too." 

"Where's Jacob and Evie?" Kiera asked, beginning to look around. 

"Mr. Price has Jacob and Kristen has Evie. She's obsessed with her little dress," Eva smiled. "They're right over there." 

"Okay. When should I change into my reception dress?" She asked, confused. 

"Whenever you want to, sweetheart. Although I think you two should cut your cake first before you change." She giggled. 

"Oh, no!" Kiera answered playfully. "I don't trust him feeding me cake in this dress!" 

"You're talking like I'm going to ruin that dress, love." He smirked with a mischievous hint. 

"You're forgetting I remember what you told me in London before the ball!" 

He shrugged, "A lot of things happened before the ball..." 

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Eva giggled. "I'm going to go smother one of my grandchildren in kisses and spoil them later."

Kiera blushed, "He can't control what comes out of his mouth." She explained as her mother began to walk away, leaving just the two of them to sit in their mischievous silence.

"Just like you can't control what goes into your mouth, love," He smirked, pressing a kiss to the back of her head before continuing his mischievous charade. "Do you need any help getting out of that dress?" 

"Later, babe," She giggled. "I know if me and you snuck away now, we won't be back in time to cut the cake." 

"I can make it quick. We do need to make this wedding official, you know..." He poked. 

"Oh, you always make it quick," She giggled in a teasing tone, knowing it riled him up. "And our wedding was official when we said our I do's, you do know that right?"

"I sure do, love," He smirked against her hair. "You keep teasing me and I'll give you a reason to get out of that dress." 

She couldn't help but bite her lip, "And if you keep on I'll put it on lockdown until after the honeymoon." 

"You wouldn't dare." He chuckled in a playful tone. 

"You know me to keep my word, don't you?" 

"That you do, Mrs. Riley." 

With much to anticipate, Kiera wasn't surprised when Simon playfully smeared the cake across her chin when it was time for them to make the first slice, although she got her revenge when she pushed a piece of cake into his chin and nose, watching his face flush in embarrassment while everyone laughed at their playfulness. "You're going to take the biscuit, love." He warned playfully. 

She smiled before she kissed him, the frosting still on his chin and nose before mumbling against his lips, "Like I said when you finally came home with me the first time: there's no biscuits here, babe. You're a long way from England." 

"I'm glad I am." He smirked. 

After a half hour, it was time for the speeches of the night before Simon and Kiera's first dance as man and wife - their first private dance. He stretched his arm over the back of Kiera's chair, sighing heavily as he watched Johnny stand at the microphone, knowing that whatever was about to come out of his mouth would be nothing close to sentimental, especially when he noticed that Johnny didn't just have one glass of champagne. "Bloody hell." He grumbled, taking a deep breath and shaking his head.

Johnny humorously removed a pair of pages from his pocket, blowing onto it as if it had collected dust. "I've been holding onto this for a long time," He breathed into the microphone, raising his brows as the crowd smiled. "Although Simon is nowhere close to being sentimental, I can't say I'm surprised he turned out to be a big teddy bear when it comes to the lass next to him there," He snickered at Simon's glare. 

"Love, can I have the rest of your champagne?" He grumbled, watching her playfully roll her eyes before reaching her glass of champagne towards him, giggling when she felt his thumb graze against her arm, seeking the warmth of her skin to soothe him from the embarrassment that he was sure to come. 

"Even though he didn't choose a best man, I know it was a hard decision for him between the three of us, but we all know he would've chosen me if he had to," He snickered. "With that said, I am honored to stand here today as the best man for my best friend. And even though he'll deny it, we have been best friends for nearly ten years, although our friendship consists of many hate comments, I know he loves me. But, before this speech, I got a very clear warning from him about his expectations before I started blurting out stuff about him. For example, he plainly told me: 'Mate, I am forty years old, and you don't need to say anything embarrassing, so just leave it short and safe and nothing emotional.' End quote. So, I had a choice to listen to my lifelong friend or continue to live on the edge. So, L.T., I'm sorry. You should know me better than that," He smirked, chuckling at Simon's dangerous glare that was peering back at him while Kiera's face held a playful and amused smile. "I almost can't say this next line... As I stand here-" Johnny began to laugh, taking a step back from the microphone. 

"Do it!" Gaz and Alejandro shouted from the table, daring him. 

Johnny breathed another laugh, "As I stand here, I can't help but reminisce about the good old days when we were young and carefree. People were always so scared of Simon here for some reason, but I wasn't. I found it quite amusing to get on his nerves. He won't admit it, but I was like the little brother he wished he had. I looked up to him - he had the brains, the dry humor, charisma, athleticism, and looks if he would've just taken off his mask during our time in the field and now, let's not forget, a smoking hot wife," He raised his brows. "L.T., I'm sorry. Teeter put me up to it-"

"I sure did baby!" Teeter chimed, raising her glass of champagne and crossing her knee over her opposite leg. "She got hotter with age!" 

"So, Kiera, I'd like to thank you for your beauty, because if it wasn't, I wouldn't have been here today," He continued with a laugh. "And trust me, Teeter approved for me to say this as she knew it would tick you off and Kyle and Alejandro dared me to do it. So guys, thanks for the fifty dollars," He snickered, glancing over at Simon to see his dangerous glare darken while Kiera's face flushed with embarrassment. "Simon and I have been through a lot. We blew up cities together and got lost in a small town in Mexico... I bet you all were expecting me to say we used to play basketball and football together, aye?" 

The crowd laughed. 

"We were unfortunately roommates, almost-business partners, and on many occasions have gotten into a lot of trouble together... most of it being my fault and mainly being at a pub, but that's a story for a different day. But, since Simon isn't the most sentimental of the bunch, I've had no choice but to bring out my inner baby and be the sentimental one. Simon has always been my hero. More funny stuff is coming, I promise, but I have to be sappy for a moment at least," He assured the crowd, swaying on his own two feet. "Those of you that know Simon well can agree that he is a man of many talents. If you don't believe me, just ask his wife. He's the smartest person I know and it's come to my advantage many times. He's the reason why I wanted to be an expert in explosives because he made it look so easy. His ability to memorize and process information is unreal. On occasion, this freakish gift even makes him money - like that time at the pub in London when he was able to hold a conversation about the Queen for a minute straight - which is surprising considering he was talking to a stranger about this and to all who know Simon, he's not much for talking to strangers. He could've won money that night, but it was really me who made a bet that I could get you out of your shell and made a bet with a random lad to talk about the Queen. So, you're welcome," Johnny nodded, chuckling at Simon's continuous glare. 

"God save the Queen!" Teeter chimed, balancing on the brink of being tipsy. 

"The Queen has passed, love." Price corrected her with a soothing tone of his voice. 

"A photographic memory might not translate to marriage, but I do have a few things that will: Simon is a man of integrity. He is very loyal and trustworthy and is not afraid to tell you the truth, even when you don't want to hear it. Trust me, been there many times. He will always support you - if you've earned his respect - and he always brings humor into every situation. And trust me, if he wasn't on the same channel as my comms that night we were stuck in Mexico, I would've had an anxiety attack," Johnny nodded. "We have all been so blessed to watch Simon finally find his person in Kiera, who is also a woman of integrity, who is very loyal and trustworthy and who really knows how to love people, but I will say that Kiera can be scarier than Simon. But best yet, Kiera gets Simon's dry humor and stupid jokes. She isn't offended by it and gives it right back to him and can put him in his place," He snickered. "This next chapter is going to be amazing for you two and Simon, I can't wait for you to be a great uncle to my kids someday just as I've watched you be a great father of your own. Although I can still promise that your son will be sporting a mohawk by the time he's five whether you like it or not. And if you protest, I'll send Kiera on you. It took you nearly forty years to find someone as special as Kiera and I know that you're going to cherish her for the rest of your life. So, in closing, I thought it would be appropriate to recite a poem for one of the greatest romantics of our generation: the poem is called My Pony from the poet Genuine... edited version..." 

"Bloody fucking hell." Simon grumbled, leaning forward to hide his face in his hands. 

"See how I got him riled up?" Johnny pointed, the crowd now chuckling at him. "I'm just kidding, L.T. I had to go out making sure I spiked your blood pressure." 

"Remind me to slip a sedative into his drink to shut him up." Simon grumbled to Kiera, his face red. 

"But in all seriousness, I'd like to make a toast: to Simon and Kiera, I hope you two spend the rest of your lives with happiness and love, flourishing with each other as you continue to prove all of your friends wrong that you're really a big softie instead of a big and scary man. Simon, in a non-gay way, I love you - your team loves you... and your wife." He snickered, raising his glass as the rest did the same, each holding a smile before releasing laughter at Soap's silly speech. 

Kiera laughed as she wrapped her arm around Simon's, rubbing his hand soothingly as she knew he wasn't used to being put on the spot, watching him shake his leg under the table. When the applause ceased and Soap returned to his chair, Eva being the next one to take a spot behind the microphone, her eyes puffy from holding the weathered piece of paper between her fingers. "I definitely can't top that, but I'm sure Simon is appreciative with that relief," She giggled, watching him relax his shoulders as he sat back in his chair, his hand coming down to grasp Kiera's between his hand and thigh, rubbing his thumb over the bulge of her diamond ring. Perfect. 

"Although I can add some embarrassing stories about my daughter, I'll do it at the end of this speech to lighten the mood because I know this won't be an easy one. Kiera, sweetheart, this speech was written by your father and he told me to not read it until your wedding day," She sniffled before revealing the paper from its envelope. 

Simon sensed Kiera's heartbreak on the horizon. Sitting back in his chair, he stretched his arm behind her and began rubbing her arm with his thumb, preparing himself to pull her into him when she began to cry. 

"Since you were born and you were wrapped in that pink blanket and I smelled and held you for the first time, you stole my heart. I remember the first time your mother and I saw you - you were a little flicker on an ultrasound and I remember asking: "What's that light?" and the doctor told me that it was your heartbeat. The day you were born was the best day of my life. The day you were born made me realize what's truly important in my life. I remember your mother and I used to predict how fast time would go by. Each of us hoped you'd stay little forever, but we knew it wasn't true. I remember when you first went to Kindergarten - standing there in your little purple jumper. I still remember you were so happy to go and we were so sad to see you leave, knowing time would go by too quick. But you changed me. You were always up for the next challenge at age four, ready to get on that crazy little pony that drove your mother crazy every time you swung your leg over its back, from me reading stories to you and to us going on cattle drives together. And when it was your last cattle drive with me, I remember how we raced to the top with smiles on our faces. You told me how excited you were to pursue the rest of your life with Simon, tears in your eyes from excitement and happiness. In that same moment, you changed me - you made me realize how beautiful life is and I'm so grateful to have been able to share it with you and your husband, to see how much joy Jacob and Evie bring into your mother and I's lives - filling our house with so much love at every holiday. And now, your new journey starts and I can't wait to see how you change. I remember when we first met Simon. When I first saw you and him together, I knew then that he was going to be the one to hold your heart long after I'm gone. The way he looks at you is the same as how I look at your mother. I just know your wedding is going to be the most special day in our lives and I know I'll have the best seat in the house. No matter how grown you are, you will always be my little girl. No matter how many hard bridges we've crossed together, I've loved you more and more each day." Eva read with tears streaming down her face, Kiera's tears flowing themselves as her lip quivered. "Sweetheart, I've never been more proud of you. You are such an amazing mother and will be the best wife for Simon. He is a man you truly deserve as you're a woman he deserves. I can't wait to see how far you two go on your journey and I'm so happy to be a part of it. I love you two to the stars." 

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

Hello all. It's been a while 🥲

Before new year's eve I finally got the time and motivation ( and courage) to listen to Subrosa. So this will be a long post about all my first impressions about the album. Overall, I reallly loved it more than I expected, and I'm proud of all of the members sooo much.

Beware, this post will be longggg. I'll write about my first impressions for now, in another post I'll try to deep dive more into the themes the members touched, and tried to make sense of some things. Of course, all of this is just speculation of my tiny Buck-Tick infested brain lol. Also excuse me if I misuse any terms, I'm not an expert.

Enjoy if you are curious. 🥰

1. Hyakuman Nayuta no Chiri no SCUM

A very sweet opening, a hopeful one at that. Very cosmic, truly shows how vast the universe is and how insignificant we all are. But that's why we are not alone.

I think Atsushi would've loved this song. I love Imai's slightly shaky, almost crying voice. It fits the song really well.

2. SUBROSA

Hhmm, going into Imai's psychedelic paradise right on the 2nd song, I love it. Has a very industrial feel to it, the rap scratches my brain at all the right spots lol. The lyrics has a bunch of references as usual, Imai flexing he is smart lol.

There's a part at around 2:35 where the beat switches to a more atmospheric, calmer sound? And that is just. Chef's kiss. I know I'm biased but this is a reallly great song. 🥲

3. Muyubyo SLEEP WALK

I'm going to be honest at firsttt I didn't love this song, but I found it cute. It's still not my favorite, but I appreciate it for what it is.

It is still a good song. There's just something like, missing? But I will listen to it still. All night lonG. I do like the instrumentals, the SSL vibes? That might just be me though.

4. From Now On

Honestly at this point I just sound like I'm repeating myself, but this is also a great song.

The baseline reminds me of Sapphire a bit, which I loveee. I feel like it also gives Schaft vibes? I could imagine Raymond Watts as a feature on it lol. I love Hide's nonchalant vocals, it fits the song. It'ssss not one of my faves though, but next to so many great songs, it's hard to choose favorites. 😭

The message is nice though. I appreciate Hide a lot for singing in english. 🥹

5. Rezisto

I literally killed myself when I first heard this song. It is perfect. Everything that I wanted from this album. I think I'm lowkey Imai biased but I just love how his brain works. I love everything about it really. The lyrics I find fascinating and beautiful, I'll touch up on it in another post.

6. Shinkeishitsu no Kaidan

Weirdly enough, the first song I repeated multiple times. It is so good to use as a focusing song lol. It also makes me question my existence. Truly, truly a divine instrumental track.

7. Raijin Fujin

Okay, first critique lol. Of course, even when it was released as a single I wasn't a huge fan of it, and was really scared of the direction the band was about to take, but I gave them the benefit of the doubt, thank god.

I know I'm not the only one who thinks this is one of the worst songs on the album, but it's fine. I still think it has a place in the album. It's very upbeat, and fun. I'm not a fan of the vocals. I like the instrumental, but I don't love the prechorus. Might be an unpopular opinion, but my favorite version is the club remix on the single lol, because the vocals are less promenient.

I did learn to like this song after many listens, not my favorite still.

8. Meiosei de Shine

It's funn. It reminds me a bunch of older songs, can't even pinpoint them one by one. I didn't notice at first it's an Imai Hide duet 😭 I thought it's only Imai. But that makes it more precious. It's a fun song really, gives me Dada Disco vibes mostly. The instrumental is great too, electronic noise brrrrr. It does lack somethingggg, I don't know what though. Maybe more variety? Or idk. But as a fun song I appreciate it. I imagine Acchan shaking ass and it's suddenly so much better. 🥰😭

9. Yusei Tsushin

I'm gonna be honest! I wanted to love this song bc of the lyrics, it's so stupid 😭 It reminds me of Boogie Woogie / Jonathan Jet-Coaster a bit, but flatter. I don't get as energized personally. Also the vocals in the chorus are so strained, I'm dying. I love you Imai, but I prefer your calm singing or lowkey talking style. But I appreciate the effort! I'm okay with this song, but might be my least favorite unfortunately. 😭

10. paradeno mori

Funnest! I did cry on it tho lol! 😭 the lyrics references got me. I just loveeee Hide's voice here. It does remind me of Atsushi's singing style a bit. I can 1000% see Acchan shaking ass to this.

I do prefer the more abstracts songs on the album, but this is also really good. Some of the tiny instrumental details are really good, like the sounds at 1:50-2:00

Also love the detail that the sound slightly changes on each stage? Nice!

11. Sterilitzia

Makes me want to explore a desert lol. It's a really interesting sound, something I don't think I've heard from BT before. It's funky, interesting, industrial, I'm satisfied with it. The end got me feeling distressed though not going to lie. The heavy machinery sounds and slight distortion in the middle make it sound a bit dystopian. Loveee it.

12. Zetsubo to Iunano Kimi e

One. of. the. best. songs.on the album. 🥹I violently sobbed on it like 4 times in a row. 🫠 Hide's voice is b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l.🥹 I think Atsushi would also love this one. I'd love to hear him sing it. It's a beautifull song, both lyrically, and soundwise. I'm in love 😭😭 Fuck you BT for being so great. 😭

I love the robotic sounds in the instrumental, make it all the sadder. 😭

13. TIKI TIKI BOOM

Actually! This might be my favorite fun song! It's different, yet soooo Buck-Tick! I love Imai's hurried rap part, the chorus is extremely satisfying. The smoll Tiki tiki boom's in the background, yes.

The Instrumental is something to really appreciate imo. I always find something new in it. The part at 1:45 with the descending(?) instrumentals gives it an eery feel, it's sooo good.I thought this would be my least fave but not at all.

14. PSYCHE

This album just gets better with each song. First impression was that I neeeed to hear Atsushi and Hide sing this together. Hide sounds perfect here. The song is sooooo good. How it starts calmer and then explodes in the chorus. Has a slight like apocalyptic (👀) feel to it. It's again one of my favorites. 🥹 It's just suppperrr good.

The background vocals are canonically Atsushi to me, I don't accept arguments. 😭

15. Gabriel's Horn

As one of my friends said, Vita Mechanicalis vibes. But to me KMFDM. Jesus this song is soooooooo goooodd. It was one of my favorites on first listen. The drums? or no clue what instrument tbh 😭 sound so good. Imai's voice is suppppeeerr cool here. This is what I loveeeeeeee. Fuck yes. That's all I can say. This song is realllly apocalyptic. For real. The only part that threw me off was the chorus, but it fits well looking at the concept. I love the use of trumpets and piano. Give it a divine feel as well. Like the war of gods or some shit. 😭

16. Kurage

Another instrumental track, it's really eery. I love it. It gives me anxiety honestly, so maybe I'd only listen to it if I want the full album experience. But it fits really well into the album so 👌

17. Tasogare no Howling

The last song. Interestingggggg. Verrrryy bittersweet. It's verrrryyy beautiful. I think to truly appreciate it I have to listen a lot of times. Just like in the first song, Imai's shaky vocals suit this song really well. It truly gives the feeling of the ending, that's also a beginning. I just loveeeee the deep background vocals. They give the song sooo much flavor. Cried.

I just noticed, I think Hide also sings some higher background vocals?

Okayyy, now, onto ranking the songssss. Hmmm.

17. Yusei Tsushin

16. Raijin Fujin

15. Kurage

14. Muyubyo SLEEP WALK

13. Meiosei de Shine

12. Sterilitzia

11. From Now On

10. parade no mori

9. Hyakumannayuta no Chiri SCUM

8. Shinkeishitsu na Kaidan

7. TIKI TIKI BOOM

6. SUBROSA

NOW the hardest decision, lol, I can hardly decide, but.

5. Zetsubo to Iunano Kimi e ( sorry you deserve the no.1 spot 😭)

4.Gabriel's Horn

3. Rezisto

2. PSYCHE

1. Tasogare no Howling

Honestly, this ranking will probably change depending on my mood, but for now this is it.

Also the first 5 songs are probably all no.1., but I had to decide an order. 😭

Well anyways, for now this is it for first impressions. I'll come back with my slight analysis post later.

Overall, the album is phenomenal. I will be listening to all the songs for sure. I'm happy to see the members still releasing such good music. 🥹

If you read this, I'd be curious about your opinions too! Byee

[arthurflecksgirl]

"I can do it...!"

Arthur sat on the cold ground somewhere near Gotham square. The most wonderful scenery in front of him. A huge ice skating place in the middle of a snowy park. Kids twisting and twirling. But also kids falling down over and over again. And he just felt that he would be one of them.

"I can.... Maybe I can't. No, I cannot do this!"

He shook his head looking up to you. His legs spread,not knowing how to stand in those things.

"C'mon Arthur. Get up! You can do it!"

"No. Don't put too much faith in me here"

Arthur was surprised by the weight of the shoes. He was used to wear big, uncomfortable clown shoes which often made it difficult to walk or run but this was different. He didn't even knew how to get up from the ground.

"C'mon grab my hand"

You offered him your hand and he didn't hesitate to cling to it as you lifted him up. The lightweight that he was made it pretty easy to do so. You were ready to lift him up many more times if necessary. If only by the end of the day Arthur would be proud of himself and leave the place with a wide smile on his face.

Arthur's legs seemed a little shaky as you helped him stand. You weren't sure if it was from excitement or the cold.

"You're freezing?"

"That too" he said, taking a look around the place.

"That's why you need to get off the damn cold ground and warm yourself up a little. You'll be less cold once you move around".

Arthur's ice cold hands clung to yours as if he was hanging off a cliff and you tried to save him.

"Do you have your gloves with you?"

"No I think I forgot them at home"

"I'll give you mine. But you gotta let go for a moment so I can take them off"

"Okay"

"Hold on to that bar. You'll get a feeling for the shoes soon!"

Arthur let go of your hands to grab the bar. You took one of his hand to give him your glove, then the other.

"Thank you. But now your hands are cold"

"I'm fine, Arthur. Don't worry bout that. Now observe how the others are doing it. There are lot of people who are trying for the very first time. See?"

You pointed to a young woman who struggled to move foot in front of the other.

"Yeah... You're right"

"I will support you. I won't let go of your hand until you ask me to . I promise."

"You know what" Arthur said with a changed time of voice " I think I can do that all by myself".

This really took you by surprise. Only a minute ago Arthur seemed shaky about trying to stand up in these shoes and now he wanted to try without help?

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah"

"Okay, go for it!"

"There are kids doing it by themselves. See this kid over there? The little boy in the green jacket? He was crying before he entered the ice but he still tried without help. I would feel really bad if I can't do it then. It would make me look bad."

"It doesn't make you look bad Arthur. There are lots of grown ups who prefer a supporting hand."

Arthur kept observing the area and figured that you were right. Lots of inexperienced people entered the ice fearlessly but others looked like they were scared about every slight movement they were about to make.

You watched him putting one foot onto the ice, carefully testing how it felt. Then the other. Arthur started moving his arms uncontrollably "Ohhhh I think I do need some help heeereeee" he yelled as you sprinted onto the ice to support him. You offered him your elbow. "Put your arm right here. I will slowly move forward and lead you okay?"

Arthur nodded, trying to concentrate on your movements.

"Watch your knees. Don't let them give in"

"Okay"

Arthur tried to mimic your movements. With his arm enterwined with yours it seemed more natural to hide over the ice. He still felt like on shaky ground but started to concentrate more on going with your flow than what his feet were doing. You carefully lead him forward, avoiding the crowd in the middle.

"You can grab the bar with the other hand in case you feel like falling"

Arthur took it slowly. He counted his steps which weren't really steps. They felt floathy. There was something strange about it that he liked.

"Step, step step, step, step" he repeated in his head. One after another and yet it felt like one big movement. For a moment it even felt like he naturally floatet over the ice.

"Good! That's a really good start, Arthur!"

He smiled and felt confident enough to let go of your arm.

"Okay I think you can let go of me now"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I wanna try."

"You've got this, Artie!"

Arthur let go of your hand to dare moving forward by himself. But it didn't went as well as expected. Suddenly his knees felt weak and he bumped into a young woman.

"Oh my god. Sorry. I'm so sorry"

The young woman kindly smiled at him "Don't worry. First try huh?"

Arthurs felt himself blushing as he turned around to look for you.

"Keep trying, sweety" you yelled.

Arthur did. He really tried. But after only two minutes of awkwardly trying to speed up he fell.

Only seconds later you were there to check on him "Did you hurt yourself, baby?"

Arthur grabbed your hand as you helped him get up. "Nah, I'm fine".

Arthur tried to take another step but he felt like frozen. When you noticed you took both of his hands "Okay, let's try like something else. Let's pretend we are dancers. Okay?"

"Like slow dancing?"

"Yes, like slow dancing."

"But the music they are playing is so upbeat"

"Just imagin a slow waltz in your head. You're so good in this"

And so he did. He remembered what a good dancer he was. Arthur closed his eyes and concentrated until he heard the music. He felt the vibration of the sound under his feet, your hands in his and then he felt himself magically gliding over the ice as if it was the most natural thing to do. The people around you, the noises, everything disappeared as he danced with you in his arms. The music kept playing in his head as he felt your icy lips on his mouth. And then he knew. The music he needed to save him was always there. Right within his heart. And so were you. And this love. You would never let him fall again.

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy weekend Fandom :) Per usual we have a few high content eps then the next is a little lower. Still a good ep to be had though. Seeing a softer side to Tim for Angela. What a good friendship they have. And the continued reasons to dislike Lucy’s parents so much. I go off on her mom so be prepared. They spend this episode apart which always makes me sad. But it’s a great episode regardless. Let’s get this started.

3x10 Man Of Honor

We start off the ep with some flashbacks to the academy. At first I thought my clip was shaky, then I realized its Nolan's shoddy camera skills not mine LOL This is the one moment I wanted to highlight out of the academy shots. Lucy’s reason for becoming a cop. It’s prominent for later in this episode. Especially with her bloody mom….Her feeling adrift since college and not knowing where she belonged. That when she stepped into the LAPD It finally clicked.

Saying she didn’t feel the time she spent before this was a wasted effort. Which is amazing most people regret the wasted time. To me I agree with her. It’s that time before you find your thing that eventually leads you to it. That need to want to protect others from harm as part of her reason. Fantastic and very Lucy. I do love her finding her place as a cop. It’s why she fights tooth and nail at everything she does with this job. What Tim saw in her from day one. That fire and drive to succeed. Love our girl.

The scene in roll call is hilarious. Jackson’s dad told him when he got P2 he got bottle of whiskey. That he was called up to the front and given this. They are both operating under this assumption when Grey mentions them. It’s too damn funny. I love their friendship so much. It truly one of the best parts of this episode. Jackson gets tongue tied so Lucy steps in for them both. Telling Grey it's their first day as P2's all exicited.

He asks them if they want flowers? Cupcakes? It's why Grey asks Lucy what the reward is for making P2 above. They’re insanely embarrassed by the time Grey is done with them. They get to ride together which is the highlight after all that. It’s so weird to have roll call without Tim there though. I feel his absence but I guess even T.O.’s get days off. Boo.

We catch Jackson and Lucy in their shop. Jackson keeps getting ‘Congratulations’ texts from his family. You can see the slight jealously on Lucy’s face. I totally get it. For the most part I relate to Tim. When it comes to poopy unsupportive parents I'm right there with Lucy. She and I are alike where I too have tried on a lot of hats. Just trying to find myself as well. My parents being judgy unsupportive jerks the entire way.

Lucy has finally found what her calling is and just wants her parents to be proud of her. Makes me wanna cry just writing that out. Because even when you don’t have good relationship, there is still a part of you craves that approval. When really is should be the other way around. They should be vying to be in your life.

Jackson invites her to his family tradition dinner. So sweet he really takes care of her so much. Lucy declines because her parents are supposed to come over for dinner. She thinks they’re finally coming around to her being a cop. Jackson is so excited for her and says that’s great. I love this scene. They’re so excited to be riding together it’s adorable. Getting to use ac and listen to music haha It's precious.

We cut to Tim on his day off. Yelling at Kojo to move when he’s given up on their walk LOL It's the way Tim whines at Kojo that makes me laugh so hard. Kojo refusing to get up even though they are close to the house. That dog clearly runs that relationship and it makes me giddy to no end. I adore any scene we get with Tim and his dog. Ovary explosion for me. I’m a huge animal lover. To have a dog and Tim in a scene? Phew lord. Gimme. Tim gets a text from Angela saying she needs him ASAP. He finally gets Kojo to move by asking him if he wants a steak? Lmao Spoiled Fur-baby.

Tim gets to the address and it’s a wedding dress shop. He enters hesitantly wondering what is going on... He asks the employee where she is? They tell him she is currently in the changing suite. She’s gone through half their tissue supply. Aww poor thing. Tim sighs and makes his way to her. Once inside asks what’s wrong? Is she going into labor? Lmao No love. Nothing like that. He is straight with her when she asks if she looks fat. I love how he tells her like it is while also being sweet about it. The Tim Bradford special. Telling her who cares what her stupid friend thinks. If she's not ashamed of her baby bump then screw everyone else.

Angela is still upset she can’t hide her belly in her dress. Then we get to see protective/supportive Tim come out. Mmm one of my fav flavors. Asking her ’Who said you have to hide your belly?’ Angela tells him her bridesmaids did. The dress she’s in was supposed to camouflage it the best and its not doing that.

I adore him building her up when she’s down. Look at him taking the skills he learned from Lucy. Using them in this scenario. I love it sfm. Tells her to show off her baby belly. To be proud not ashamed. To wear what she feels confident in. Ugh my heart Timothy. He’s doing exactly what she needed. This is why she texted him. To be that emotional support friend. Her face says it all in that gif above.

What I love about this scene we get to see another side of him. Not just work Tim. A supportive and thoughtful friend. If Lucy could see him right now she would be dying haha He asks her what her dream dress is? Angela tells him what she wants. He says he’ll go get the dress lady and they’ll start there.

I love this man so much. It’s insane. She looks so at ease and taken care by the end of their scene. What a good bestie does. Can only hope we can have scenes like this when Tim marries Lucy. Angela helping him out but giving him crap in a loving way baha Good man right here. Already loved him before this but this only adds to it. Like a sundae that was already delicious and adding on more yummy toppings. Only makes it even better.

Angela is trying on more dresses. Tim asking her if she’s doing ok? I’m loving this soft version of Tim. If he’s this sweet and supportive with Angela. Can only imagine how he would be with Lucy and their plans when they get there. Angela says hard to get dress on over her bowling ball. Naww Tim’s face when she finally comes out is so cute. Once again all I can think of is his face when he sees Lucy in hers someday. I'm sorry I can’t help it LOL My brain is wired to go there now with them together.

Tells her ‘Whoa.’ building up her confidence even more. It’s so sweet. Angela agrees it’s perfect and thanks Tim for doing this with her. He does the sweetest smirk and lets her know ‘Of course’. A crash interrupts their little moment. Two ladies are fighting over a dress. Tim and Angela come out to see the fight. The dress lady says she’s called the police. Not to worry. Tim starts to film it in case they need it for evidence.

Then his future wife and her bestie show up on the scene. Tim couldn’t be more delighted to watch her and Jackson handle this. Lucy is distracted the minute they enter the scene. Tim Is in a dress shop for one and two with Angela. Her reaction couldn’t be more pure and adorable. Asking if he’s there to help her pick out a dress? Just the thought of it is making her so happy and proud of him. The immediate joy on her face.

The thought of him doing this makes Lucy so damn giddy. Jackson doesn’t have time for her work flirt and goes after the suspects LOL Tim’s reply is classic Tim. God forbid she get to see another soft side of him. Which is exactly why she’s so giddy BTW. Tim replying to her question 'All he’s doing right now is watching her not do her job.' Ha God Tim you could’ve at least said hello. She gets nervous and side steps before helping Jackson. It's adorable. She's totally lost her place in her excitement and is clearly distracted by it.

The more the situation escalates the more Tim and Angela enjoy themselves. Angela commenting ‘They grow up so fast don’t they?’ One of them tries to take off with the dress. Tim helps Lucy out cause he can’t help himself. Sticks out his leg tripping the suspect. He could not be enjoying himself more if he tried. Just being a proud hubby filming her arrest and making comments along the way hehe Lucy's face while he does this. She is not amused at all. I’m cracking up. God I love these two idiots so much. Act more married please. You are fooling no one.

Her dinner will her parents Or really parent has arrived. Lucy being a wonderful daughter her mother doesn’t deserve. She's made lotus root soup which is her favorite for their evening Trying to curry favor with her before their dinner even begins. I get it. Her mom shows up solo…. Congratulates Jackson before he leaves. She is nicer and more of a supportive parent to Jackson than her own daughter… ugh been there…Lucy asks her where her father is?

Her mom says off handedly like it’s no big deal he’s at his book club. Like this dinner meant nothing to him. Her face kills me. Trying to just shake off the hurt. Melissa crushes this scene btw. My heart breaks for her over and over. Lucy continues to brush it off and say they can have a girls night to celebrate then. Her mom drops the hammer very early. Doesn’t even try to pretend to be happy about her graduating to P2. Says she isn't there to celebrate.

Saying how they need to talk about this whole police thing. Like it’s just been some random hobby the last year or so for her. Even gives a sarcastic 'Brava.' Like she didn’t almost friggin die from this 'hobby' last year. Telling her to do something meaningful with her life. To get a real profession. The emotional abuse happening in this scene hurts to watch. It gets under my skin as the hits keep coming. Basically saying what she’s doing doesn’t mean anything. Once again Melissa is wonderful in this scene. Watching how it slowly escalates and her body language through out. Trying to take what her mother is telling her and not let it affect her. It works for a little bit but not long...

States she wants Lucy to do something she’s proud of. One of the rudest things to tear your child down with. To only think of yourself and how their decisions make YOU look. Pisses me off so much. Just because my parents are the same damn way. To only think of themselves and not of their child. Such a narcissistic way to view Lucy and what she’s done with her life. How her career embarrasses them and they'd prefer her to just leave the last year or so behind. Just because it doesn't puff them up around their friends.

My parent's are obsessed with status as well. If I'm not using my degree (which I only got for them BTW) for a job it's not something to be proud of. Even though the job I currently have gives me independence to live on my own with no roommates (which is not cheap these days), pay all my own bills, and take care of me and my dogs with no help. But since it's not what they consider a profession to be proud of they aren't proud of me. So I relate painfully so to Lucy in this scene. Also the school thing such a boomer answer. My parent's are the same way.

To think school is the only answer to everything. That obsession with status and only wanting your kids to do their approved career choices. What makes them look good and smell good in front their social circle. Instead of thinking hey my kid is happy, they’re providing for themselves, they love what they do. They’re independent. No they only think how it negatively impacts them. I'm so mad for Lucy because I’ve lived this. The heartbreaking way she asks ‘Can’t you just support me?' Thinking why is this such a big ask?

This is why the support she gets from Tim is EVERYTHING to her. Why she lives and breathes for it. When you’re torn down your entire life it’s hard to have self esteem. Hard to believe you’ll ever be good at something. Even if you are you don't truly believe you are until someone tells you repeatedly. Emotional abuse growing up leaves lasting scars. You can see where it all stems from for Lucy in this one scene with her mother.

Her mom goes on to tell her to find a career that really helps people. Like a doctor. Uh she has. You just don’t like it. Says she doesn't mean to be blunt, but really she does. If her mom would take her head out of her ass for two seconds. She would see Lucy already has all the things she’s harping on her to achieve. I want to hug Lucy so much while her mom berates her. Giving me flashbacks to my own mother. The pot shots leave wounds that are hard to heal.

The way she says ‘They'll always love her but’ and there’s the emotional manipulation. Basically saying our love has a price tag and that tag is the job of OUR choice. Not the one that makes you happy but the one that is socially acceptable for them. The way she cringes and moves away from her mother's touch. Knowing it’s manipulative. Hurts my soul to watch. Last thing she wants right now is fake affection.

I do need to commend her for having the backbone to tell her mom to give her space. I've never had the guts to stand up to my mom. I just avoid her like the plague these days. Rarely interact with her. Easy when she lives on the other side of the country. All the way in Alaska and can stay there. So huge props to Lucy for being overwhelmed and setting a boundary in this moment.

That if she’s done expressing what a disappointment she is that she can just leave. Her mom doesn’t fight her in the least really. She does a little stomp trying to exude some power over her. It doesn't work. Then Lucy yells at her to go and she finally takes off. Phew. Hard scene to watch. The shot that pans out of Lucy is a great one but a heartbreaking one. Makes me so emotional to watch this scene. This scene resonates with me so much in the worst way. I wanna hug her so badly in that last gif. Wishing Jackson was there to do it for me.

The cuteness continues for Tim and Angela while they taste test cakes. This is a much needed contrast to Lucy's SL atm. Angela sighs and says this is stupid. That no matter what she picks Patrice will overrule her. Tim is sitting there all arms crossed. Has become one of my fav poses for him. Yum Tum. Says all authoritatively ‘Don’t let her.’

What I’m loving about theses scenes is we’re getting background on Tim. Which I always love getting. Why am I not surprised his dad got drunk and ruined his wedding? That his whole family seems like one giant disaster zone? (Other than Genny) I love him taking his past experience to help guide Angela with her wedding. Such growth. Saying a million things like what his wedding had you can’t control. But this she can. So to pick what she really wants.

Angela says she wants a Tres Leches cake, but Patrice will think it's too ethnic. SMH ..Tim goes into protect mode once again. I love it sfm. Letting her know ‘Screw Patrice. If she has a problem with Tres leches or anything else for that matter she can answer to him.’ Side note anytime Eric says any Spanish word I wanna climb him like a tree. He says it with the right inflection and it’s sexy af. You know he learned all that from his wife and I love it. Feral Caitlin will cool down now but hot damn. Protective Tim and a slight accent with a Spanish word? Lord help me. Also in the black hoodie? He’s trying to kill me.

Angela replies really? Tim nods his head and says 'Hell yeah.' Then proposes to him with a cookie to be her man of honor baha I love this episode for them. He tells man of honor isn’t a thing...She says yes it is. Lets him know he’s only person who’s made her feel sane. That she needs him to get through this wedding. He caves and says fine hehe Angela tells him his first duty is to fire her current made of honor Gretchen LMAO His reply ‘What?! ‘ I’m rolling. I love this man so much.

We catch Lucy and Jackson at the station next day getting their war bags loaded. Lucy saying he got in late must’ve had a good time. He shows her the necklace they gave him. St. Michael. Patron saint of cops. Lucy looks jealous and asks if his parents will adopt her? Jackson immediately sensing something is wrong. He asks if she had trouble with her folks? Picking up on Tim’s habit of being a lying liar who lies. She isn’t truthful with him and he can see right through it. The concern written all over his face.

Angela invites Gretchen to the station to be fired by Tim. It’s too funny. Tim asks why she can’t fire her? She says she’s working a case and has to go. Tim calls her a coward when he see’s Gretchen arrive lol. Another fun piece of history for Tim. He was at Angela’s nieces quinceanera. It’s how he introduces himself to Gretchen seeing as they met there before. Love them being close enough friends for him to attend that.

Gretchen is legit eyeing him the entire scene. Her eyes checking him out up and down. Can’t blame her look at the man. He is a sight to behold. Low key hits on him asking him if wants to make a little extra cash as the stripper? LMAO Too bad Lucy isn’t around to see this interaction. He always gets so flustered when someone does. I swear he doesn’t know the gorgeous creature he is when they do this.

Tim tells her she’s been fired from MOH. His cute little look when he says Angela picked him to be her man of honor. He’s happy to do it for her but doesn’t want anyone to hear it....lol You think she’s gonna be mad. Nope just relieved. Telling Tim it’s been a nightmare. Pulls out this massive book of ‘Patrice’s picks’ and the anti-anxiety meds that come with it. My god. Also the phone just for wedding needs. Tim’s face is hilarious he looks so very overwhelmed.

Lucy and Jackson get to end their day on a high note. They were able to link up with Nolan/Harper on their OP. Rescued a little girl and got her safely back to her mom. This scene is so validating for Lucy. Reminding her despite what her parents think this is her calling. That this is the right path for her and she’s helping people like she wanted to. May not be the way her parents approve but she is. Grey telling them that little girl wouldn't be here without their hard work. They're being put up for an award too from Grey as well. That is the icing on the cake for her in this scene. She needed this after that horrible fight with her mother.

We find Tim and Angela on the rooftop walking toward something. She asks him what he’s doing? He tells her ‘Being your man of honor.’ They walk up to a trashcan that has the 'Patrice picks' book in it. He tells her he has one job. Give her the wedding she wants. He douses it all in the lighter fluid. Hands her the lighter and asks if she cares to do the honors? Then Angela praises him and calls him amazing.

He could not be cuter when she says this to him. Being Tim he deflects it with sarcasm saying ‘All the time.’ Ha! It’s much different than the smile we get out of him in 5x13 when Lucy calls him amazing. But it is different when the love of your life calls you that vs your bestie. Still I love this for him. The Patrice phone rings and Angela tosses it in the fire. Tim has them step back cause the battery in it is gonna explode LOL Such a damn cute episode for Tim I can not stand it.

Best part of the episode for Lucy is this next scene. I love Jackson so very much for his loyal and loving friendship. Also for how he handles this whole thing. Knowing something is off with her. He called her mom and was told what her mom said. Tells Lucy he told her mom if she didn’t apologize to her she wasn’t going to set foot in their apartment again. Such a good friend. That’s a true blue bestie right there.

Then he follows it up with something even sweeter. Handing her a jewelry case saying this was from the West family. To remind her there are people out there who are proud of her. Proud of what she’s accomplished. I’m melting this is so damn sweet. I might get a cavity. He helps her put it on. Then tells her he’s taking her to dinner. For baseball steaks. She asks if they can do sushi instead? LOL Jackson easily concedes and says ‘Deal.’ He'll do whatever she wants.

Jackson takes care of Lucy so well. Filling that role until Tim is ready to step in and take his place. He would’ve been SO SO happy for her and Tim. To see Lucy be taken care of and treated like a Queen. Which she so very much deserves. To see her properly loved and happy. Makes me emotional thinking he’ll never get to see how happy Tim has made her.

Such a good episode even though Chenford were apart their SL’s separately were so good. What makes them so great. Can have amazing SL’s even when apart. Although I prefer them together heh.

Side notes-Non chenford

Getting to see Capt Anderson in their graduation flash back. My heart. I miss her.

The flashbacks to them at school were every cute. Lucy kicking ass in their combat classes. Of course she did. Nolan even commenting 'Think twice before taking on recruit Chen’ Obviously.

Nolan had a SL but I didn’t care about it until it involved Jackson and Lucy 😂

Thank you as always to those to like, comment, reblog and support these reviews. They’ve helped me a lot getting through this extended hiatus. I hope they’ve been helping you all as well. Shall see you in 3x11 :)

[missbadideas]

Too late for goodbyes (Take me back)

It feels as if the days have been moving slower as of late. Every moment feels dull, dry, and Misaki has been rejecting every assassination request they've gotten. They didn't want to be around people, they just wanted to bury themselves somewhere and forget their pathetic existence. 

It isn't as if this feeling was new. It came and went, just like everything else they felt. 

(Just like the constant regret and other feelings of inadequacy chasing after them.) 

If they ignored it enough and kept it in a box, it'll go away just like always.  

Their parents had kicked them out. They didn't associate with Misaki a lot, but god they loved Misaki. Misaki knows their parents loved them. Their childhood was good, warm, happy. As much as it could've been, at least.

( Stress, debts, their parents crying. )

Their funeral was some time ago. 

Misaki's phone was flooded with notifications. She put it on silent a while ago, and she didn't want to bother with opening it.

She hasn't opened it ever since they got the news.

They numbly grab at their phone and unlock it, their face being hit with the brightness of the screen. their curtains are covering the window, not letting the sun in.

Misaki scrunches up their nose at the brightness and turns it down, before scrolling mindlessly through the texts their friends sent. 

They almost closed their phone and went back to sleep if not for the text messages they got sent almost instantly.

5 Notification from <Goreboy> 15 Notifications from <Angelic> 12 Notifications from <K9>

They were all asking Misaki for a call. They didn't have the energy to talk to all of them. 

God, Misaki was such a shit friend.

Guilt simmered in their gut, making them nauseous despite not eating for the past few days.

They aren't sure they want to look at the messages. They can't handle this right now.

The phone is shaky in their grip, and their shoulders are tense as they scroll through old messages. V seems to have tried calling them nonstop, apparently. His last message would've concerning, if Misaki could muster up enough energy to care.

( They want to throw themselves down the deep end. They're a useless piece of trash who won't ever amount to anything, never made their parents proud- fucking mistake of a child-)

Misaki doesn't have the energy to cry. They didn't cry when they got the news, they didn't cry during the funeral, and they won't be crying now.

They decide to message in general. 

<Hitmeuppp> I did not live laugh love very much lately Srry pookies <Hitmeuppp> is typing... <Hitmeuppp> Im genuinly sorry though, i didnt mean to ignore you guys, i just dont know what to do with my life lately.  <Hitmeuppp> is typing... <Hitmeuppp> is typing... <Hitmeuppp> My parents passed away.

They feel a bile in their throat, but they swallow it down. That was the hard truth, but it feels different typing it out.

It almost feels real now.

<Hitmeuppp> I wasnt in a goo d spoace and i still dont think I amn if im not online or if i dont commit murders for a while thats why i just need time i dont know, probably if i dont reply for too long though i probs offed myself 

She took a deep breath, their fingers freezing over the keyboard of their phone. They don't know what to do with themselves lately. Was it a joke? they don't know anymore.

<Hitmeuppp> jk jk i wouldnt 

Everything they did was for their parents. They finally helped them clear their debt, they were supposed to reconcile, Misaki was planning on finally stopping their assassinations and genuinely trying.

Things were supposed to get better. 

Call from <Angelic> -> Accept  -> Decline 

One, two, three seconds- Misaki let their phone ring for one minute straight before they forced their shaky finger to press accept.

" Misaki...How have you been?" Angel's voice sounded tired. It reminds Misaki that she doesn't know how the others have been while she's been ignoring the server and all other online activities. They’re not sure how to answer that. “Uh, well, you know! Vaguely shrugs, things are fine. They’re going, I guess.”  Misaki counts one, two, three- and then Angel answers. Misaki can hear her moving around. There’s sounds of traffic, noise- was that Ronin in the background? “ You don’t have to force it…if you need to talk, you know I’ll always make time for you when I can. I’m sure the others feel the same way.” It felt vulnerable, honest, too much so for them. They want to hang up immediately. They can’t- think. Their throat was tight. “ I…- I just wish you guys were here? It’s, It’s stupid. “ “...Give me a moment.” Not ominous at all, nor is it disheartening- sure. 

A knock on the door right after she ended the call. Misaki pocketed their phone, tapping their foot anxiously as they held the handle. They’re not sure they could handle social interaction with strangers, especially after Angel ended the call like that.

" Holy shit, V?" Misaki breathed out, their eyes widening as their grip on the door handle loosened after they opened the door.

V's shoulders looked tense, and he reached out to cover Misaki's hand with his own. " We...I am regretful to hear of your loss, Misaki. My condolences."

They'd gotten close- somewhat, Misaki likes to think, ever since a few halloweens ago. Misaki would even consider them friends now.

" Uh, it's like, totally fine. Not that you killed them or anything." They chuckle, only realizing they're choking down a sob afterwards. Their throat feels tight, and their cheeks are wet.

V looks almost panicked by the sight of their tears. Misaki would've found it a bit funny, if not for the circumstances.

" Have I...imposed? If you'd prefer to grieve alone, that is understandable. I-" He was interrupted by an all too familiar voice. 

" Christ, loser vigilante. We're not fucking off after comin' all the way here." 

" Ronin..." A gentle soft voice sighed. "Despite his choice of words, Ro's right, V. We're not leaving Misaki to deal with this on their own. She's been going through a lot, lately. "

It took them a moment, but they noticed two distinct figures behind him. Familiar wine red hair and a blonde woman. Ronin had one hand in his pocket, while Angel wore a tight-lipped smile. 

" You...Ronin? Angel? you two came? wait, Angel, I was- like, just on the phone with you?? when did you even have the time?" Misaki didn't know what to say. Had they planned this? just for her? 

Were they that worried?

Angel's smile lost some of its tightness, but it still didn't reach her eyes. " I was in the car when we called. We all booked a flight to visit you, since you weren't answering calls or texts. We were...We were worried, Misaki. " 

There's no telling if this will ever go away entirely, grief comes and goes most say.

But for now, things feel like they'll be okay. 

Everything will be okay. ____________ A little rushed, once again gotta study for exams tis a sad life

[b-plot-butch]

Hiding by Florence + The Machine is such a Calliope and Dream song

Hi anon!! Florence + The Machine isn’t my usual type of music but your ask made me 👀👀👀 so I listened to the song and ohmygod. I hope you don’t mind if I write a breakdown of some of the lyrics? I…may have gotten a bit carried away. I’ll stick most of this under a read-more because there is simply Too Much.

I think you hide / When all the world’s asleep and tired / You cry a little

ALL RIGHT STRAIGHT OFF THE BAT WE’VE GOT SOME EMOTIONS HERE. I will say it a thousand times, it speaks volumes to me that though Dream is billions of years old and has had a number of lovers, Calliope is the only one he married. As we see in Brief Lives, Dream does sometimes break down. You know that panel of him sitting in his chair with his hand over his face? Yeah. Fuck. As his lover, as his wife, Calliope may have witnessed something like this or at least suspected it. I’m imagining a situation where Orpheus as a young child has an minor accident, and Calliope and Dream have to just. Stop. And cope with the knowledge of his mortality together.

I know that you’re hiding / I know there’s a part of you that I just cannot reach / You don’t have to let me in / Just know that I’m still here

Now this is GOOD SHIT. It goes both ways with these two!!! Dream would never know what it was like to experience the abuse Calliope survived, would never force her to tell him about it. Calliope would never understand the weight of what it means to contain the world’s collective unconscious, to have to be so rigid with yourself to the point of pain. But these lyrics speak to steadfastness. While we don’t see much indication (either comics or show) that they will be there for each other in the future, in the show we see the tenderness between them so clearly in Calliope pressing her cheek to Dream’s, Dream’s eyelids fluttering shut. It’s VERY easy to expand on that and explore in fic and headcanon that they would again forge a supportive relationship—bolstered by the character development Dream has had since their marriage—and work together to try to heal. I’ve written that myself!

I know you’ve tried / But something stops you every time

Hahahahahaha. Oh my god. I am hitting Dream with a stick.

And it’s your pride / That’s keeping us still so far apart / But if you give a little / So will I

HELLOOOOO. Okay, so I know the initial reaction is to probably apply this to Dream, which, yes, he is one proud motherfucker. But I think Calliope certainly has her own share of pride, although not to the extent of her ex-husband. (I’d say in her episode, we see more of the like, self-worth, I-know-what-I-deserve type of pride. Which is good!!! I adore that about her!!!) She did not want to yield over those thousands of years, either. And she will not beg. She will request—may I visit you in the Dream Realm sometime, so that we may finally talk about our son, and grieve him properly?—but she will not beg. But! If Dream gives a little!! So will she!!!

I know I seem shaky / These hands not fit for holding

THESE HANDS NOT FIT FOR HOLDING. JESUS CHRIST. This is, of course, a lyric that shouts and screams Dream at me. I am in pain. I’m thinking of the way he says, “I owe you that much.” The word owe stands out to me—I think it may indicate that he has become aware he did not always treat Calliope as she should be treated, and he feels he has to make up for that in some way. I’m thinking about how he says, “I’ve learnt much in recent times,” and how that suggests he may have been reevaluating his role in Orpheus’s fate. How he could have acted differently. And with that, I think it made him consider Calliope’s reproach in a new way. It doesn’t seem like too much of a stretch to me that Dream would feel like his hands are not fit for holding Calliope’s anymore.

ANYWAY. That was a whole lot of probably incoherent chatter and I hope at least you enjoyed reading it, anon. Anyone reading this, feel free to send me asks about songs that remind you of the characters or dynamics that I post about often. Although I have to say, if it’s a Taylor Swift song I probably won’t listen to it, sorry.

Thanks again for the ask, anon!!!

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Our divine idylle

Mauders Era! Remus Lupin x OC

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐈

you can also find this fanfic in french on my wattpad

masterlist ‘Our divine idylle’

summary: The sound of footsteps, soft words from parents, a few tears from mothers and children, the train ready to leave - this is the normal atmosphere of a new school year. Like every Hogwarts students, they met for the first time in the train, but little did they know at the time that from that moment on they would never let go of each other… Lucy Gilmore, come from a large and noble pure-blood family, and has just started her first year at Hogwarts. It was simple, she had to get on the train, sit next to the other children from pure-blood families, pray to get into Slytherin, make her parents proud, finish her studies, find herself a good husband, have male heirs and play the perfect wife for the rest of her life… That was plan A, but she didn't want to follow it and literally threw it away. She loves reading, playing Quidditch and playing pranks on the Slytherins. She's determined to go against her family and enjoy her life at Hogwarts with her friends. However, she never thought anything would happen to disrupt her 'plan B'. From practical jokes to shaky plans of attack and dubious outings to Honeydukes, follow the adventures of our favourite Hogwarts gang.

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(Alicia Silverstone as Young Lucy)

Right in his seat, he was surprised by the young girl's request. Of course she could sit with him, he wasn't that rude. Trembling, he began to examine the girl who had just sat down in front of him.

He'd seen very few girls in his life, in fact he could count them on the fingers of his hand. However, even if he wasn't an 'expert' on the subject, he had noticed that girls were quite discreet, calm and generally quite shy. They always stood up straight and smiled discreetly, as if they wanted to be forgotten by the world.

One of his childhood friends, Amélia, was a girl like that, always very pretty but never very talkative, even less so than him. His father had told him at the time that this was what was called behaving like a "Lady"; and as he didn't know many girls, he always assumed that they were all like that.

But when he saw the young witch struggling to get her book out of her bag (not discreetly at all) and cursing the whole genealogy of the poor bag, he knew, even if he wasn't an 'expert' on the subject, that this girl was different. Sensing that she was being watched, she raised her head and their eyes met.

He was red-faced with embarrassment, while she still wore that little laughing but embarrassed smile

Then she finally managed to get her book out of her cursed bag, she exploded with joy and let out a cry of relief. He couldn't help laughing, discreetly but enough for her to hear. Calm returned and the two pairs of eyes met again.

"Oh, you're reading The Three Musketeers! I love that book!"

Stunned by this girl's spontaneity, he took a few seconds before answering.

"Yes, it's true that it's very good".

"I'm reading Around the World in 80 Days, I like it, it's not bad, have you read Robinson Crusoe?"

Feeling more at ease, he answered easily, telling her how much he had loved that book. Very quickly a conversation about the books they had read began. After a few minutes, she asked him what his name was, realising that he had forgotten to introduce himself from the start.

He replied in an embarrassed voice:

"Remus, Remus Lupin… and you?"

She gave him her famous smile and replied more calmly, holding out her hand.

"My name is Elizabeth but everyone calls me Lucy".

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I hope you enjoyed it, I'll try to publish it as soon as I have time. I apologise for any spelling mistakes in the book and remind you that English is not my first language, feel free to comment

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byye

[jellyfish-vents]

Please Happily Ignore This.

[just an internet girl ranting about her unrequited love story]

When I decided to start this blog, I wanted to make it my personal blog, a safespace.

With all these new followers, guys I don't know what you expect, but I don't know anyone of you, and I would like this to still be my personal blog. And I am so overwhelmed right now I can't go anywhere else.

This girl, that I have been absolutely in love with, just told me that she's in love with another girl, and it's reciprocated.

I am just absolutely torn because, well, You Know Why.

She called me and I couldn't stop giggling because I just am that much in glee to just talk to her. It was literally an hour ago. And she brought it up with me because she felt obliged to do it and because she said I am the easiest person to talk about it.

I could hear my heart shatter. But I didn't let her know. At all. I hid it well. I am proud of it.

I was the one who helped her talk about her sexuality, being a demi-sapio sexual myself. I helped her discover all the beauty of loving someone, whoever you love. We talked about the hardships, the bullying in school, the fear of attachment, everything. But we also talked about how divine it would be to just let us fall for the beauty of it all without considering the societal standards. And the whole reason I could say all that to her was, because I could see all that beauty in her while I fell for her.

I planned dates with her, I thought of all the movies I wanna watch with her, all he songs I wanna share, all the places I wanna be with her at, all the things I wanna do, everything. It all happened in my head. I even thought of how I would confess my feelings to her, and how I would propose her if she reciprocated and was okay with it. All this before our mutual friend broke the news to me that she is going away for her post graduation.

I crumbled that day. All I remember is crying and texting her about it and telling her how glad I am for her, up until my hands were too shaky to hold the phone and my eyes too teary to read the texts. I cried, sobbed, I mourned.

I almost thought of confessing it to her, "She ought to know" I thought. Because we shared a great chemistry. It was so organic, I bet she felt it too. But I didn't. I didn't wanna hand her another baggage to take with her, all the while she was already freaking out about moving away. I decided not to say a word. And I was happy for her.

We shared a movie evening one day. It didn't feel like it was enough. All I wanted was to cup her face and look into her eyes, and just bask in her presence. But then she left. I hope she felt my love, even if she saw it as a friend.

And today she told me about her intense feelings. About how she's scared, and excited, but scared mostly because she doesn't wanna mess up, and because it's just all that new to her, homosexuality. I could hear the hesitation in her voice, but also the truth. She indeed is in love.

We talked about it for a while, about the complications of it all. I listened to it all like a good friend and said a few helpful words that I know she counted on.

We said goodnight, I cut the call, and broke down.

It's not that I'm jealous, or anything.

Infact, I told her I'm happy for her, and I mean it by every bone in my body.

I am very happy for her.

But.

I am just sad for myself.

There's just sadness there.

September 18th 2023, 3:52am

[pitbullwithaship]

DOCTOR WHO LIVEBLOG S5 EP8

I am very proud of myself because I actually did schoolwork and I'm now rewarding myself with an earlier Dr Who watch than normal.

Aw cute village

Cute kid and his dad awww

What is he keeping at I wonder

(My dog stepped on my leg and it really hurts now ouch)

Science stuff?

Onwards and downwards! Yay!

Okay is the dad gonna die because if he does I'm gonna cry he seems like a really good dad

Shaky shaky oh dear

Snow on the monitor is bad! And so are funny electricity noises!

Glowy blue hole hello?

It absorbed his flashlight and his hand now too what?!

Oh no please don't die

Okay he's dead that is a hungry floor

That is definitely not Rio

Strange ground is strange

Ooh blue grass like bluegrass I like bluegrass the music

OOH 2020 THATS A DOOMY PLACE

THING

Separating is not good!! You should try and stay genre savvy y'all!!

Who do they think he is exactly? OH WAIT POLUCE I GUESS

A little B&E never hurt anyone!

Missing bodies, that's fun

I don't think grass tastes that good, which is something I wish I could tell kindergarten me

"Don't let go" "Never" is adorable

Poor Amy omg

Poor Doctor awww

WHEN YOU ELIMINATE THE IMPOSSIBLE WHATEVER REMAINS HOWEVER IMPROBABLE MUST BE THE TRUTH CULTURED CHILD THANK YOU

I love the Doctor, truly

Ooh still drilling!

That's ominous

Red stuff in the sky, always a good sign

Poor Rory

Poor Rory

Poor Doctor and Rory

Hello underground Amy

Poor lady and her kid awww

Dyslexic kid yay! I can't do the words sometimes either but I can't do the talking words mostly the writing words are fine

So much, awwww doctor

He's so good with kids awww

Old people love, nice

You're right Rory, it is rubbish

Bye bye light

Oh dear Elliot

Oh dear scary thing

Oh no oh no he's all gone

Oh that's a creepy creature poor Ambrose aww

Sunglasses?

Heat seekers!

Meals on wheels hurrah

Okay Amy woke up?

What's she in

Alien doctor then?

Aww she's pretty

She's also a bit confused, which is fair

Very friendly interrogation

Okay that's a bit icky, they should have room on their own original planet

Oh you don't know what he'd sacrifice

NO DISSECTIONS DUDE

Thank you Doctor!

She better not end up dying she's nice

She's very upright

Okay is dude being poisoned by the- yes he is it's green which is not good is it gonna midnight control him to kill her cuz that seems likely cuz then they have grounds for attack

Oh good the people are getting dissected then

It's a lot isn't it

Ha called it that is a civilization indeed

[eternalbuckley]

You are wonderful in the way you are. — eddie munson

SUMMARY: You are bisexual, and you were trying to find a way on how to come out to your friends. Telling Robin and Steve was the easy part but you were anxious about telling Eddie the truth about you. You really wanted to because he was your closest person.

word count: 1,499

genre: fluff, comfort | gn!bisexual!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

warnings: slight description of anxiety and panic (from reader), relationship status with eddie is not described (you can see it in the way how you want), y/n is used a few times, crying/tears, slight jealous eddie, use of petnames (Sweetheart, Angel and Darling), it‘s not proofread, english is not my first language — let me know if i forgot something!

a/n: pride month is ending tonight and I wanted to officially make my comeback to writing here after almost a year. and OF COURSE to write something small for Eddie and bisexual!readers. I am bisexual myself and haven’t come out to anyone in the past few years yet excluding social media. Which is why I really wanted to write this. So whether you are bisexual or not, you‘re valid and I’m so proud of you! Never change because you’re awesome!! Happy reading 🫶

disclaimer: please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work or post this anywhere without my consent. I don’t give you my permission to use my writing for any ai related things, don’t do it. do not translate my work and post it anywhere — i give you no permission to do that. i only post my stories here, so if you find my work anywhere else please let me know! reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated and welcomed!

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You closed your eyes and hugged Robin and Steve back very tightly. Your body was still a bit shaky but you slowly calmed down while no one said anything. A smile slowly made up its way to your lips because you knew they supported you. You knew Robin was a lesbian and Steve was the most supportive person you‘ve ever seen after Robin came out to you a few months ago. You knew nothing would happen or you hoped nothing would. Anxiety still won when you were sitting with them on the floor in the back of your house.

"I… I mean we are so proud of you." Robin said with a smile while her and Steve let go of you.

They both took your hand and Steve nodded, agreeing with Robin.

"I am glad you trust us so much." He added and you let out a small laughter with slight tears in your eyes.

And that‘s how you spend the rest of the night: Talking about your, Robin‘s and Steve‘s different crushes. Filled with many laughter and tears. Some out of sadness but most of them because you all were happy for one night.

Weeks passed by since you came out to the both idiots you loved so much. You grew closer than ever before and that‘s when Eddie got suspicious. Of course, you all were friends that was nothing new but you being so close with them. Usually, you guys would hangout every Friday night and get high together to just enjoy the time together. But you skipped these nights the last two weeks now and he was scared to lose you for whatever reason.

The thing is, you wanted to spend time with him but you were scared as well. You wanted to tell him the truth about yourself as well and you already had a plan. But you were too scared to be alone with him. You had a lot of serious conversations before but this was the most scariest thing you ever wanted to talk about. With Steve and Robin, it was an easier thing because you knew they would support you. And you were sure Eddie would too but you were still terrified. Steve and Robin comforted you and told you that you should take as much time as you need. They didn’t want you to worry and pressure yourself into coming out to Eddie. Both of them knew how close you and Eddie were and that this was very important to you.

You were currently getting ready to hang out with Steve and Robin again. It was a Friday night and you wanted to watch a movie with them. But there was one thing you forgot to cancel: the planned movie night with Eddie. You were deeply into listening to your music and danced to it without noticing Eddie standing in the doorframe of your room. He was led in by your parents. They liked him and were happy you had someone to spend time with. He watched you with an admiring smile and tried to make no noise.

You were still dancing and the moment you faced the door you let out a small scream. "EDDIE! What the hell!" You held your chest.

He chuckled and pushed him off the door to step into your room. "Hi there, Sweetheart."

"H-hi." You looked at him, nervously. You now remembered that you forgot to cancel the movie night with him tonight and kicked yourself in your mind. "What are you doing here?"

"We planned a movie night, you remember?" He slumped down on your back with a big smile.

"Oh... Yeah sure." You turned around to your mirror. You tried to think about an idea to get out of here.

His smile faltered. "You forgot it. Am I right?" He sighed. "Thought we could spend some time again I haven’t seen you in a while now."

You looked at him through the mirror and saw his changed mood. "I did. I‘m sorry.. I." You put down your perfume bottle. "I had plans with Steve and Robin."

He looked at you. "Again?" You nodded your head.

"You‘ve been having our with them a lot for a while now. Is there something I should know, Y/N?" Eddies voice sounded sad but there was a slight hint of jealousy.

You didn’t answer him but bit your lower lip. You knew you couldn’t run away from this moment forever and would have to face it someday.

Eddie sighed again and got up. "You don’t have to tell me. The next time you just shouldn’t forget to cancel our nights. You know? Unless you want to stop it completely, the I‘ll have to accept it."

You turned around and faced him but were quiet.

"Fine. If you don’t want to talk with me that‘s fine but.." He hesitated. "I deserve answers."

You nodded your head. "Yes. Yes, you do, Eddie."

"Then give me answers, Y/N. At least answer me why you keep avoiding to hangout? Did I do something wrong?"

"What? No! Of course not. It’s nothing about you. It‘s just…" You sighed and closed your door, signalling him this was something serious. You sat down on your bed, hands getting sweaty.

Eddie still stood in the middle of your room and had his eyes focused on you and only you. He noticed the change of your body language and immediately sat down next to you and taking your hand.

"You know you can tell me everything. I won’t judge you."

You looked up to him and had tears in your eyes. He looked softly at you and squeezed your hand.

"I‘m not sure about this, Eddie." You eventually whispered.

He knitted his brows together. "I could never judge you, Sweetheart. Never ever. I swear on my life." He put his other hand over his chest, like the dramatic king he always his.

This caused you to chuckle and he smiled because of it. "Y/N, if you don’t want to tell me, it‘s fine. I don’t want to pressure you into telling me what‘s going on. I can wait."

You shook your head and looked down to your both hands. With the other one you wiped away your tears and deeply breathes in. You were nervous. Extremely nervous.

"There‘s something I‘ve been keeping from you, Eddie. And it‘s a really big thing for me." You closed your eyes for a second. "I‘m scared of telling you. I... I‘m scared of all the possible reactions you could give and I‘m scared it will be one of the bad ones."

He looked at you but didn’t say anything. Eddie wanted to give you as much as time you would need — even if it would take all night. He would be there for you. His kind was working on all the possible things you could mean but he had no idea of what you would say next. It could be everything. But he for sure knew, whatever it is he won’t judge you. He never could, you‘re way too important and special for him. He admired you in the way you are, no matter what.

"I... I am bisexual, Eddie." You breathed out, hands still shaking, and you didn’t dare to look up to him.

Eddie sat there in silence. A big and generous smile appearing on his lips. He immediately hugged you and kissed the side of your head. You didn’t say anything and hugged back. Tears flooding out of your eyes because all you were feeling right now was relief.

A few minutes pass by without any words until Eddie loosened the hug to look at you. "I am so proud of you, angel. You know that?"

You looked at him, the tears slowly stopping and chuckled a bit.

"I am so glad you trust me enough to tell me this about you. And I couldn’t be happier to keep this with me forever." He wiped away your tears. "You‘re wonderful in the way you are. Your sexuality won’t ever change this picture of you. Okay?"

You nodded your head and smiled at him. "Thank you, Eddie. You have no idea how relieved I am now."

He smiled at you and hugged you again. But he knitted his eyebrows together again, he was curious. "Is this why you cancelled our movie nights?" He wasn’t angry or mad.

"Y-yeah. I‘m sorry. I know it‘s stup-"

Eddie interrupted you. "It‘s not." He looked at you again. "I should be sorry."

You raised your eyebrows. "Why should you be? I cancelled them not you. I didn’t say why."

"I was jealous." He admitted.

"Jealous? Of what? Steve and Robin?" You slightly laughed. "Oh my god you were!"

He looked down embarrassed but laughed with you. "Yeah, I was."

You squeezed his hand. "There is absolutely no reason to be jealous, Eds. You will always be my guy." A smile appeared on both of your lips.

"And you will always be my sweetheart."

[bejoomi]

“you’ve worked hard, and you’ve done well. thank you for not giving up.“

he knows the next gen staff mean well when they ask them to write a letter to someone that supported them–– or themselves. they likely do intend for it to be an emotional and touching moment of reflection, but surely they don’t expect it to be...depressing. 

that’s exactly what it is for joomi, though. in thinking about what to write, and who to write to, it all reminds him once again that he doesn’t really have anyone. he could write to his mom, maybe, but he has nothing to say to her that the show would want to hear. he’s better off writing to his therapist, and the fact that she may be the only other person he feels comfortable potentially writing to makes matters even worse. it’s soul-crushing loneliness. 

he really is alone in the world, isn’t he?

in the end, he figures his only real option is to write to himself, and when it comes time to do the writing, he isn’t sure where to begin. he could likely write about his next gen experience for hours, but what is succinct enough? what is appropriate to write for national television?

he writes several different versions of letters to himself, and he, unsurprisingly, cries as he does. he doesn’t know how to make it something other than a sob story, or a pity party. he is so tired of looking pathetic on camera, but he figures he probably can’t avoid it this time. this entire time, he’s been honest and himself. in that, he has found support, from other contestants on the show and the judges themselves, who continuously express their belief in him and their desire for him to succeed. 

when he sits down, letter in hand, in front of the cameras, it’s with that feeling: the belief in him, and the honesty he carried with him this whole time.

he smiles hesitantly at the camera. “i wrote this to myself,” he explains, then averts his eyes, down to the paper in his hand.

“joomi,” he begins. “you’ve come a long way in a few months. before this show, you were just some guy, floating through life, writing songs without the ability to own up to them, and without the bravery to perform them yourself. you auditioned to support a friend with no intention of making it through, and maybe you hoped you wouldn’t, because the attention was too scary. you were afraid you would embarrass yourself, and maybe you did,” he smiles a little as he reads. “learning to dance was difficult, and you’ll be happy when the days of performing ‘my turn’ are over. the first performance of it was terrible, but maybe it was necessary. more than needing it to improve as a performer, or establish a low standard so you could only be better going forward, it showed you that people still believed in you even at your worst.” 

his throat tightens. he thought he read this letter enough that he wouldn’t get emotional on camera again, but apparently it’s unavoidable. “you took that belief and used it to press on and do better. you went from not caring what happened to wanting to make the people that believed in you proud, determined to do your very best. you sang notes you didn’t know you could, and made a remix that helped your team win last episode. people liked it. people like you. most days that’s still hard to believe, but some days it’s not, and there are a lot more of those days now than there were before next gen.” 

he pauses, and takes a shaky breath, using a sleeve to wipe at the tears welling up in his eyes. “sorry,” he mutters. he doesn’t want to cry again, but it’s fine. it’s a good thing to cry about: going from wanting to quit and disappear to wanting to do well, and believing that he could. most of the time he still doesn’t believe it. his team won last round. the judges showered them in compliments; praised him for the track he made and the concept they came up with together. he never wanted to do the idol thing, and he still doesn’t think he does, but it’s been...a really good experience. he can say, at least now, that it’s been fun. 

he continues reading the letter. “it’s been the biggest learning experience, both when it comes to singing and dancing, and learning that...you have a place here...in this world, and that that place could be making music, if you want it to be. no matter what happens at the end of this, take everything you learned with you, and do your best until the end. you’ve worked hard, and you’ve done well. thank you for not giving up.”

he sniffles, and looks back up at the camera. “that’s it.”

[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.107 - Mr. and Mrs. Simon Riley - Part 3

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Author's Note: Song inspiring this chapter later during Eva's speech: "My Little Girl" by Tim McGraw. This song is very personal to me as I made a tribute video for my father when he passed away, so of course I cried immensely when I wrote this. Bear with me if it looks rushed or sloppy! It was a mess in my head with emotions!

*

"Oh, my God!" Soap and Gaz shouted in unison while Price smiled widely at Kiera, each carrying a genuine smile as they were called for the groomsmen's "first look." 

"I don't know what I can say that won't get me in trouble," Soap snickered. "So I'll just keep it simple and say you look beautiful, K." 

"Thank you, Johnny." Kiera blushed, accepting his embrace before Gaz followed suit, whispering a 'congratulations' into her ear before admitting that Simon was a lucky and deserving man. 

Price waited for his turn, his cheeks rising into a warm and genuine smile before he pulled her softly into his arms. "I'm so proud of you two, love," He whispered. 

"Thank you, John," She sniffled into his shoulder, feeling him pull back to look at her before his thumb swiped away a tear that settled on her chin. "I'm so nervous." 

He chuckled at her, "I can assure you: Simon is more nervous than you. The poor bloke has been tapping his foot impatiently on the floor so hard that I'm sure there's a hole there when he leaves." 

"I don't doubt it," She giggled. "I'm so nervous but so ready to get this over with. Simon still won't tell me what he has planned for our honeymoon." 

Soap snickered, "We all know what he's got planned." 

"Sergeant, shut it." Price warned with a glare as Kiera and Gaz giggled. 

Autumn had finished taking the photos for the session, keeping to herself to give Kiera and Simon's groomsmen their time with her, Autumn smiling at how they all seemed to adore Kiera, oblivious to their history together and just how close they truly were. 

"Hey!" Teeter chimed suddenly, poking her head around the corner. "Baby, we got twenty minutes before this all starts! Y'all need to get your asses to the end of the aisle because I ain't walkin' by myself!" 

"Here we go..." She breathed a sigh. 

"Take a breath, love," Price assured her. "There may be a lot of people, but once you two see each other, I'm sure you'll feel like it's just the pair of you up there." 

Kristen, Kiera's maid of honor and best friend, helped Eva adjust Kiera's veil and make last-minute adjustments before it was time for the bridesmaids and groomsmen to walk down the aisle. 

Kiera took a shaky breath, gripping her bouquet tightly when the music started to play, holding her position as she watched Kristen and Gaz be the first ones to walk down the aisle, followed by Teeter and Soap, and finally Alice and Price being last, each member hosting a huge smile as they got placed at the alter. 

"Best breathe before ye pass out, Simon." Teeter poked in a whisper as she noticed Simon's nervous stance. He gonna cry... He gonna cry, she mused, especially when he shot her a glare at her words. 

"You're not helping!" Soap mouthed to her, grasping his wrist with his opposite hand as he, Simon, Price, and Gaz stood in the same position, except Simon had nervously pressed his ring finger and thumb harshly together out of anxiousness - a nervous tick he had always done. 

Hold it together, Simon. It's not like you've never seen her before! He scolded himself. Well, have never seen her in a white dress vowing her love and devotion to me in front of God and the world. Bloody hell, don't fucking cry, you bloke!

After the music that had guided the groomsmen and bridesmaids down the aisle, a brief moment of silence fell before the song played - the song that was sentimental between Simon and Kiera. 

Except it was the instrumental version of "Always Remember Us This Way." 

Simon looked down to his feet for a few seconds, taking advantage of the very few seconds to gain his composure before he dared himself to fight the verge of tears before he looked towards her. Bloody fucking hell, he sighed, a large grin smearing across his face before his hands came to cover his mouth. She's all mine. So bloody beautiful. 

Both Kiera and Eva's faces matched - both shedding a steady amount of tears as Eva walked her daughter down the aisle, rubbing her thumb softly against Kiera's forearm in a last-minute attempt to soothe her daughter of her nerves as they got closer and closer. "He looks at you with so much love, sweetheart," Eva whispered. "He looks so handsome." 

"That he does," She smiled. "It's so hard for me to believe that he's mine." 

"For the long run, sweetheart." Eva assured her before they reached the end of the aisle, Kiera's tear-filled eyes stayed glued to Simon while his eyes did the same, except his tears failed to leave the rim of his eyes. 

"Ladies and gentlemen," The priest began to say to the crowd. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the bride and the groom. Who gives this woman to be married to this man?" 

"Her mother." Eva replied in a soft voice, tears falling at her answer as the time had finally come, her grip tightening on Kiera's arm before she turned to give her one last hug. "I love you so much, sweetheart." 

"I love you too, momma." 

Simon smiled as he held out his hand, watching Kiera grasp his as he helped her stand in front of him. 

"Good evening everyone, as the priest who has the honor to conduct this sacred ceremony, it is my pleasure to welcome you all to witness the union of Kiera Dutton and Simon Riley. Marriage is a sacred bond, a commitment between two people to love and cherish one another, through good times and bad, in sickness and in health, as long as they both shall live. Kiera and Simon, you have made a commitment to love and honor each other, and to support each other in your journey through life," The priest began. "May the love you share today continue to grow and flourish, and may the Lord bless your union with joy, peace and happiness. May you always find comfort in each other’s arms, and may your home be filled with love, laughter and peace. I ask that you always remember that the love you share is a reflection of the love God has for each and every one of us. And I pray that you will always be blessed with the love and guidance of our Lord. It is understood that the bride and groom have already exchanged vows within the privacy of one another and before I ask the couple to place their rings, I would like to bless this couple with a prayer. Please, bow your heads," 

Kiera and Simon were the first to bow their heads before the rest of the guests followed suit. 

"A reading from the New Testament, 1 John 4:7-12: Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us. The word of the Lord. Amen." 

"Amen." The crowd said in unison. 

"At this time, I ask the best man and maid of honor to present the rings for the bride and groom." 

Kristen and Price both stepped forward. Although Simon technically chose to not have a best man as they were all quote "all his best men," they all concluded that Price was best trusted with keeping track of Kiera's wedding band as Soap was not the best at being responsible for small items. "Simon, repeat after me," The priest directed as Simon grasped Kiera's left hand, holding the ring at the tip of her finger as he hesitated before following the priest's directions. "With this ring, I promise to support you, care for you, laugh with you, share in your burdens, be honest with you, and be faithful to you in all that we may face in the years ahead. I promise to love you with everything I have, from this day forward and beyond."

"With this ring, I promise to support you, care for you, laugh with you, share in your burdens, be honest with you, and be faithful to you in all that we may face in the years ahead. I promise to love you with everything I have, from this day forward and beyond." Simon repeated as he slowly slid the band on her finger, his thumb rubbing over the bulge of the ring just like he had always done, subconsciously easing the nervousness between the pair of them.

"Kiera, please take Simon's ring and repeat after me: With this ring, I promise to support you, care for you, laugh with you, share in your burdens, be honest with you, and be faithful to you in all that we may face in the years ahead. I promise to love you with everything I have, from this day forward and beyond."

"With this ring, I promise to support you, care for you, laugh with you, share in your burdens, be honest with you, and be faithful to you in all that we may face in the years ahead. I promise to love you with everything I have, from this day forward and beyond." She repeated, smiling up at Simon as she had slid the black titanium band over his finger. Fitting, she mused. It looks so good on him.

"Simon, do you take Kiera to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you honor and cherish her, continue to deepen your understanding of her, and treat her with love and compassion in joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life might throw your way?"

"Until there's no more air in my lungs." He answered truthfully, knowing he could've kept it simple by saying I do, but he chose not to - simply because if he could easily lighten the mood by a split second to help ease Kiera's nerves, he'd do his best to slip in jokes throughout the rest of the evening. 

"Kiera, do you take Simon to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you honor and cherish him, continue to deepen your understanding of him, and treat him with love and compassion in joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life might throw your way?" 

"I do." She smiled behind her veil.

The priest smiled, "By the power vested in me, and with the trust and beauty of you all today, I now pronounce you husband and wife,"

Finally, he breathed, his heart racing in his chest.

"Simon, you may now lift the veil and kiss your bride." 

He smiled as he cautiously lifted Kiera's veil and carefully let it settle behind her head. She's so fucking beautiful, he thought. He cupped her face as she leaned into him, their lips locking in matrimony, the sound of the guest clapping slowly fading in the distance as the moment was nothing but theirs. Her hands splayed against his back as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, the couple unable to make their kiss brief as they had been waiting to tie their knot for nearly two years. "I love you, sweetheart." He murmured against her lips. 

"I love you too." She smiled, breaking the kiss to look up into his eyes before they joined hands, Simon taking the first step to lead his new bride down the aisle towards the reception hall. 

Eva was the first one to greet them, embracing her daughter with a loving hug and kiss before she stood on her toes to do the same to Simon. "Congratulations, honey. I love you two so much." 

"Thank you, love," Simon smiled, patting her shoulder. "I love you too." 

"Where's Jacob and Evie?" Kiera asked, beginning to look around. 

"Mr. Price has Jacob and Kristen has Evie. She's obsessed with her little dress," Eva smiled. "They're right over there." 

"Okay. When should I change into my reception dress?" She asked, confused. 

"Whenever you want to, sweetheart. Although I think you two should cut your cake first before you change." She giggled. 

"Oh, no!" Kiera answered playfully. "I don't trust him feeding me cake in this dress!" 

"You're talking like I'm going to ruin that dress, love." He smirked with a mischievous hint. 

"You're forgetting I remember what you told me in London before the ball!" 

He shrugged, "A lot of things happened before the ball..." 

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Eva giggled. "I'm going to go smother one of my grandchildren in kisses and spoil them later."

Kiera blushed, "He can't control what comes out of his mouth." She explained as her mother began to walk away, leaving just the two of them to sit in their mischievous silence.

"Just like you can't control what goes into your mouth, love," He smirked, pressing a kiss to the back of her head before continuing his mischievous charade. "Do you need any help getting out of that dress?" 

"Later, babe," She giggled. "I know if me and you snuck away now, we won't be back in time to cut the cake." 

"I can make it quick. We do need to make this wedding official, you know..." He poked. 

"Oh, you always make it quick," She giggled in a teasing tone, knowing it riled him up. "And our wedding was official when we said our I do's, you do know that right?"

"I sure do, love," He smirked against her hair. "You keep teasing me and I'll give you a reason to get out of that dress." 

She couldn't help but bite her lip, "And if you keep on I'll put it on lockdown until after the honeymoon." 

"You wouldn't dare." He chuckled in a playful tone. 

"You know me to keep my word, don't you?" 

"That you do, Mrs. Riley." 

With much to anticipate, Kiera wasn't surprised when Simon playfully smeared the cake across her chin when it was time for them to make the first slice, although she got her revenge when she pushed a piece of cake into his chin and nose, watching his face flush in embarrassment while everyone laughed at their playfulness. "You're going to take the biscuit, love." He warned playfully. 

She smiled before she kissed him, the frosting still on his chin and nose before mumbling against his lips, "Like I said when you finally came home with me the first time: there's no biscuits here, babe. You're a long way from England." 

"I'm glad I am." He smirked. 

After a half hour, it was time for the speeches of the night before Simon and Kiera's first dance as man and wife - their first private dance. He stretched his arm over the back of Kiera's chair, sighing heavily as he watched Soap stand at the microphone, knowing that whatever was about to come out of his mouth would be nothing close to sentimental. "Bloody hell." He grumbled, taking a deep breath and shaking his head.

Soap humorously removed a pair of pages from his pocket, blowing onto it as if it had collected dust. "I've been holding onto this for a long time," He breathed into the microphone, raising his brows as the crowd smiled. "Although Simon is nowhere close to being sentimental, I can't say I'm surprised he turned out to be a big teddy bear when it comes to the lass next to him there," He snickered at Simon's glare. 

"Love, can I have the rest of your champagne?" He grumbled, watching her playfully roll her eyes before reaching her glass of champagne towards him, giggling when she felt his thumb graze against her arm, seeking the warmth of her skin to soothe him from the embarrassment that he was sure to come. 

"Even though he didn't choose a best man, I know it was a hard decision for him between the three of us, but we all know he would've chosen me if he had to," He snickered. "With that said, I am honored to stand here today as the best man for my best friend. And even though he'll deny it, we have been best friends for nearly ten years, although our friendship consists of many hate comments, I know he loves me. But, before this speech, I got a very clear warning from him about his expectations before I started blurting out stuff about him. For example, he plainly told me: 'Mate, I am forty years old and you don't need to say anything embarrassing, so just leave it short and safe and nothing emotional.' End quote. So I had a choice to listen to my lifelong friend or continue to live on the edge. So, L.T., I'm sorry. You should know me better than that," He smirked, chuckling at Simon's dangerous glare that was peering back at him while Kiera's face held a playful and amused smile. "I almost can't say this next line... As I stand here-" Soap began to laugh, taking a step back from the microphone. 

"Do it!" Gaz and Alejandro shouted from the table, daring him. 

Soap breathed another laugh, "As I stand here, I can't help but reminisce about the good old days when we were young and carefree. People were always so scared of Simon here for some reason, but I wasn't. I found it quite amusing to get on his nerves. He won't admit it, but I was like the little brother he wished he had. I looked up to him - he had the brains, the dry humor, charisma, athleticism, and looks if he would've just taken off his mask during our time in the field and now, let's not forget, a smoking hot wife," He raised his brows. "L.T., I'm sorry. Teeter put me up to it-"

"I sure did baby!" Teeter chimed, raising her glass of champagne and crossing her knee over her opposite leg. "She got hotter with age!" 

"So, Kiera, I'd like to thank you for your beauty, because if it wasn't, I wouldn't have been here today," He continued with a laugh. "And trust me, Teeter approved for me to say this as she knew it would tick you off and Kyle and Alejandro dared me to do it. So guys, thanks for the fifty dollars," He snickered, glancing over at Simon to see his dangerous glare darken while Kiera's face flushed with embarrassment. "Simon and I have been through a lot. We blew up cities together and got lost in a small town in Mexico... I bet you all were expecting me to say we used to play basketball and football together, aye?" 

The crowd laughed. 

"We were unfortunately roommates, almost-business partners, and on many occasions have gotten into a lot of trouble together... most of it being my fault and mainly being at a pub, but that's a story for a different day. But, since Simon isn't the most sentimental of the bunch, I've had no choice but to bring out my inner baby and be the sentimental one. Simon has always been my hero. More funny stuff is coming, I promise, but I have to be sappy for a moment at least," He assured the crowd, swaying on his own two feet. "Those of you that know Simon well can agree that he is a man of many talents. If you don't believe me, just ask his wife. He's the smartest person I know and it's come to my advantage many times. He's the reason why I wanted to be an expert in explosives because he made it look so easy. His ability to memorize and process information is unreal. On occasion, this freakish gift even makes him money - like that time at the pub in London when he was able to hold a conversation about the Queen for a minute straight - which is surprising considering he was talking to a stranger about this and to all who know Simon, he's not much for talking to strangers. He could've won money that night, but it was really me who made a bet that I could get you out of your shell and made a bet with a random lad to talk about the Queen. So, you're welcome," Soap nodded, chuckling at Simon's continuous glare. 

"God save the Queen!" Teeter chimed, balancing on the brink of being tipsy. 

"The Queen has passed, love." Price corrected her with a soothing tone of his voice. 

"A photographic memory might not translate to marriage, but I do have a few things that will: Simon is a man of integrity. He is very loyal and trustworthy and is not afraid to tell you the truth, even when you don't want to hear it. Trust me, been there many times. He will always support you - if you've earned his respect - and he always brings humor into every situation. And trust me, if he wasn't on the same channel as my comms that night we were stuck in Mexico, I would've had an anxiety attack," Soap nodded. "We have all been so blessed to watch Simon finally find his person in Kiera, who is also a woman of integrity, who is very loyal and trustworthy and who really knows how to love people, but I will say that Kiera can be scarier than Simon. But best yet, Kiera gets Simon's dry humor and stupid jokes. She isn't offended by it and gives it right back to him and can put him in his place," He snickered. "This next chapter is going to be amazing for you two and Simon, I can't wait for you to be a great uncle to my kids someday just as I've watched you be a great father of your own. Although I can still promise that your son will be sporting a mohawk by the time he's five whether you like it or not. And if you protest, I'll send Kiera on you. It took you nearly forty years to find someone as special as Kiera and I know that you're going to cherish her for the rest of your life. So, in closing, I thought it would be appropriate to recite a poem for one of the greatest romantics of our generation: the poem is called My Pony from the poet Genuine... edited version..." 

"Bloody fucking hell." Simon grumbled, leaning forward to hide his face in his hands. 

"There are kids here, alright?" Soap chuckled. "We all know the song! But here's the poem," He cleared his throat. "I'm just a bachelor, looking for a partner. Someone who knows how to ride without even falling off. Gotta be compatible; takes me to my limits; girl when I break you off, I promise that you won't wanna get ready... I think everyone in this room knows the next verses. I can't lie that the poem was improvised. Teeter and I listened to that song before the wedding and the champagne isn't helping," 

"Remind me to slip a sedative into his drink to shut him up." Simon grumbled to Kiera, his face red. 

"But in all seriousness, I'd like to make a toast: to Simon and Kiera, I hope you two spend the rest of your lives with happiness and love, flourishing with each other as you continue to prove all of your friends wrong that you're really a big softie instead of a big and scary man. Simon, in a non-gay way, I love you - your team loves you... and your wife." He snickered, raising his glass as the rest did the same, each holding a smile before releasing laughter at Soap's silly speech. 

Kiera laughed as she wrapped her arm around Simon's, rubbing his hand soothingly as she knew he wasn't used to being put on the spot, watching him shake his leg under the table. When the applause ceased and Soap returned to his chair, Eva being the next one to take a spot behind the microphone, her eyes puffy from holding the weathered piece of paper between her fingers. "I definitely can't top that, but I'm sure Simon is appreciative with that relief," She giggled, watching him relax his shoulders as he sat back in his chair, his hand coming down to grasp Kiera's between his hand and thigh, rubbing his thumb over the bulge of her diamond ring. Perfect. 

"Although I can add some embarrassing stories about my daughter, I'll do it at the end of this speech to lighten the mood because I know this won't be an easy one. Kiera, sweetheart, this speech was written by your father and he told me to not read it until your wedding day," She sniffled before revealing the paper from its envelope. 

Simon sensed Kiera's heartbreak on the horizon. Sitting back in his chair, he stretched his arm behind her and began rubbing her arm with his thumb, preparing himself to pull her into him when she began to cry. 

"Since you were born and you were wrapped in that pink blanket and I smelled and held you for the first time, you stole my heart. I remember the first time your mother and I saw you - you were a little flicker on an ultrasound and I remember asking: "What's that light?" and the doctor told me that it was your heartbeat. The day you were born was the best day of my life. The day you were born made me realize what's truly important in my life. I remember your mother and I used to predict how fast time would go by. Each of us hoped you'd stay little forever, but we knew it wasn't true. I remember when you first went to Kindergarten - standing there in your little purple jumper. I still remember you were so happy to go and we were so sad to see you leave, knowing time would go by too quick. But you changed me. You were always up for the next challenge at age four, ready to get on that crazy little pony that drove your mother crazy every time you swung your leg over its back, from me reading stories to you and to us going on cattle drives together. And when it was your last cattle drive with me, I remember how we raced to the top with smiles on our faces. You told me how excited you were to pursue the rest of your life with Simon, tears in your eyes from excitement and happiness. In that same moment, you changed me - you made me realize how beautiful life is and I'm so grateful to have been able to share it with you and your husband, to see how much joy Jacob and Evie bring into your mother and I's lives - filling our house with so much love at every holiday. And now, your new journey starts and I can't wait to see how you change. I remember when we first met Simon. When I first saw you and him together, I knew then that he was going to be the one to hold your heart long after I'm gone. The way he looks at you is the same as how I look at your mother. I just know your wedding is going to be the most special day in our lives and I know I'll have the best seat in the house. No matter how grown you are, you will always be my little girl. No matter how many hard bridges we've crossed together, I've loved you more and more each day." Eva read with tears streaming down her face, Kiera's tears flowing themselves as her lip quivered. "Sweetheart, I've never been more proud of you. You are such an amazing mother and will be the best wife for Simon. He is a man you truly deserve as you're a woman he deserves. I can't wait to see how far you two go on your journey and I'm so happy to be a part of it. I love you two to the stars." 

[badest-writing]

In all honesty, I don’t remember the rest of that night. I just know that I woke up the next morning comfortable for the first time in ages. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair. It felt much… softer than usual. And shorter and lighter. And my head didn’t feel itchy either. It felt strange but so, so nice. Then I realized that I was comfortable. I bolted upright, looking around the room frantically. SHIT! FUCK! WHAT HAPPENED WHERE AM I WHY—

My frantic thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. “Ethan, bud, you awake?” It was a woman’s voice.

Claire… Yesterday came rushing back and my breathing started to get too fast and the world seemed too big  and I felt so small and so scared and— I barely registered another knock on the door asking if I was okay. A few moments later Ernest came in, softly closing the door behind them. Not that I noticed. I bared even felt the bed shift as they sat down by me. I think they almost put a hand on my shoulder but didn’t end up doing it. I sorta felt the air move around his hand you know? A little piece of me deep down felt really good that he’d respected my boundary.

After a few minutes, I could hear that Ernest was calmly talking to me. “—keep breathing. You’re safe Ethan. You’re not in trouble. You’ll be okay—”

I didn’t know when I’d curled in on myself. I unsteadily tried to take a deep breath like they said to but my knees kinda got in the way of my lungs expanding. I felt surprisingly safe with Ernest; safe enough to leave my belly unprotected and move my legs to be crossed. I still hunched over though, scared to make the extent of my emotions known. I took a very shaky breath.

“Very good job Ethan. I’m proud of you.”

That made a little part of my soul flutter that hadn’t in a long while. I took another breath, a little steadier this time. I tried the method Ms. Richards taught mt class: in for 4, hold for 2, out for 5. I was so congested from crying I started coughing after breathing in for 3.

“You okay bud?” Ernest asked, mildly concerned.

I coughed for probably 10 solid seconds before it died down and I nodded, catching my breath as best I could but still wheezing a good bit.

“Hey bud?”

I looked up at them as best I could, my shoulders still hunched and my breathing still pretty shallow.

“Do you know if you have asthma?”

All I could do was shrug. I hadn’t been to a doctor in I don’t know how long.

“Alright then. I’m gonna go talk to Claire but I think we should get you into an urgent care.”

Fear struck through me. From what little experience I did have with doctors, it had never been good.

It looked like Ernest could tell. “I get it Ethan, I really do. But your lungs don’t sound too happy after that panic attack you just had and we need to make sure you’re able to breathe, okay?”

I reluctantly nodded.

“Okay then. I’m going to go talk to Claire and do any phone calls I need to to get you into a doctor. I’ve got a very nice one in mind who’s open on Saturdays. How about you get dressed and come out to the kitchen when you’re ready. I washed your new clothes last night–” Ernest pointed to a clean laundry basket by the door– “and you’ve got a bathroom to yourself through this door.” They tapped on a door in the room– MY room– as they got up and left, gently closing the door behind them.

Only then did I realize how badly I needed to pee.

This story is written by me, @badest-writing (aka @dead-immortal). The following is all my intellectual property and may not be used by anyone for any reason without permission except for review purposes. This is a fictitious work; any similarities this has to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

(trigger warnings: homeless child/teen, big emotions, doctor, panic attack, needle mention (for immunizations), social services, passing mentions of the fears caused by systemic racism, probably more tbh)

the story of MY life (by Ethan Daniel Roberts)

The gull stared me down, a murderous look in its eyes. It slowly took a step towards me as if I wouldn’t notice its approach after it had pinned me against the wall. It took another step forward. Then another. Then— BAM! The gull lunged at my hand with its sharp beak. I moved out of the way at the last possible second and only narrowly avoided losing my finger. My timing had been perfect; the gull SLAMMED into the wall it had cornered me against!

“Not today man, I’ve got a math test today and I can’t have everyone hear my stomach growling.” I slung my backpack off one shoulder and tucked the bag of chips I’d risked my life for into the big pocket.

[justice4canyonmoon]

harry being all shaky and scared after having a bad dream 🥺 but you wake up because you hear him crying and you comfort him with kisses and stuff

wow, this is the first thing I've written in a long time! Couldn't get myself into the headspace I need to write smut, but I really liked this prompt, so here we are :) It's a bit on the short side, but I think it's quite cute! Hope you enjoy :)

warnings: nightmares, car accident

WC: 641

“Gemma!”

He woke up with a gasp of his sister’s name, hands trembling with shaky breaths. The dream was awful: you, his mother, and his sister were all driving to one of his shows when a drunk driver hit you head on, killing you and Anne on the spot. Gemma had been taken to a hospital, and the near scream of her name that happened when he woke up was when the heart monitor stopped beating. His heart thumped in his chest, and he turned to the bed beside him to look at you, focusing on the way your chest moved with every breath, assuring him that you were alive. 

Harry turned so he was facing away from you, trying to regulate his breathing without waking you. But every time he took a breath in, it was harder and harder to take the next. It wasn’t long until he found his face wet with tears, thinking about the way he was forced to watch the three people he loved most leave the world. He kept his sniffles and sobs as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake you for something as silly as a nightmare. But it felt so real. 

“Harry?”

He felt his body tense, hearing your voice, still thick with sleep, calling his name.

He hummed in acknowledgment, not wanting to speak in fear of you hearing his shaky voice.

“Are you crying, honey? Is everything okay?”

Maybe he wasn’t as subtle as he thought.

“‘M fine, love. Go back to sleep, didn’t mean t’ w-wake yeh.”

He heard the tremble in his voice and knew you would do the same.

“Oh, honey,” was all you said before you wrapped your arms around his waist, “what’s wrong?”

“Just a dream. Nothing too important, that’s why I didn’t want t’ wake yeh,” he mumbled.

You got him to turn over so he was facing you, and now you could see the fat tears rolling down his cheeks. You reached up, gently wiping them away with your thumbs.

“H, I never want you to feel like you can’t wake me up if you need me. Whether it’s an emergency or you just can’t sleep, I’ll be here. Maybe sometimes I’ll be grumpier than others,” that got a chuckle out of him, which you were proud of, “but I am always happy to help you.”

He smiled, leaning into your touch, “Thank yeh, my love. Best partner I could ask for.”

You smiled back, kissing the spots you had been rubbing with your thumbs, “Of course, honey. What kind of dream got you this worked up, hm?”

He sighed, dropping his eye contact with you as he struggled not to cry again, “Saw you, Mom, and Gem die in a car accident as yeh were drivin t’ one of my shows.”

Your lips turned into a deep frown, “That sound so scary, H, I’m sorry you had a dream like that. But I’m right here, very much alive, and if you want, we can call Anne and Gemma in the morning. Promise I won’t leave you like that. None of us will.”

“I’d really like to call them tomorrow. It’s been too long since we’ve spoken, anyway.”

You nodded, “Sounds like a plan.”

You pulled his body closer to yours, wrapping one arm around his waist and rubbing his back, while the other moved up to smooth his hair back. You leaned forward and pressed loving kisses to the top of his head, trying simultaneously to provide him comfort and lull him back to sleep. 

Just as you thought you heard his breathing evening out, you hear him murmur, “I love yeh.”

You smiled against his hair, “Love you too, honey.”

He relaxed into your arms, finally falling back asleep, and now that he was feeling better, you could do the same.