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nixie-deangel · 2 months ago
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Such a fun idea!
Jake's family causes the hangster break up please!
So, in other fandoms, and for other ships, I've read a lot of breakup/getting back together fic (it's a preferred flavor of mine in fiction) and I especially love when one side's family is part of the problem. Though both sides is also really good. But I hadn't seen it in Hangster before (though if someone else has written the concept, please let me know. I would LOVE to read it!)
And once the thought was in my head, I couldn't not let it fully form. For anyone who'd like to read the post with the idea mostly fully developed, you can find it here.
Though things not mentioned with the original idea, is that the guy Jake has officially started tentatively dating is super chill and is 100% on Jake's side about the breakup. I thought about making him an asshole, to fit the vibes of the Seresin family (who will mainly just be a bunch of stuck up assholes in this) but I also decided to give Jake ONE good sister, so it wouldn't be his entire family ruining his life.
And, I dunno, while the Seresin's aren't the entire cause of the breakup, they do set off a lot of the loose gun powder that is the relationship and I wanted to explore what that would do to them, to Bradley -who is family-less at this point in his life and doesn't want to do anything to rock the boat for Jake, because he knows what it's like to not have anyone and he doesn't want to speak up and risk Jake losing his. Or risk Jake not believing him- and to Jake, who doesn't think his family would hurt him so badly.
It'll be painful but the boys at least will be getting their happy ending?! 💛💛
Ask Nixie about the WIP list!
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teencopandthesourwolf · 1 month ago
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edited version can be read on ao3 HERE
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“Need a hand with that?”
Derek didn't drop the tire he was carrying, but it was a close thing. He'd recognise that voice anywhere—would know it in a sea of a thousand others.
He slowly turned on his heel to find its owner sat in Derek's favourite tree.
Stiles.
“You're here,” he breathed, not bothering to hide the mix of shock and relief that coloured his own voice and features.
StilesÊŒ lips twitched. “I'm here,” he confirmed, just in case Derek needed to hear it.
“Hey,” Derek said, eloquent as ever.
“Hey yourself,” Stiles grinned back.
Shifting his weight on the tree branch, Stiles then pulled himself up to standing. He wiped his hands on the ass of his jeans before proffering one towards Derek.
“I'm MieczysƂaw Stilinski. It's really nice to meet you, dude.”
StilesÊŒcheeks flushed an overwhelmingly pretty shade of pink, and Derek wanted to eat him.
Reaching out to take the hand in one of his own, the pads of his fingertips brushed the familiar Jack rabbit pulse at Stiles's wrist, for just a second, and it was both a calling card and like a huge sigh of relief.
He turned the name around in his mind.
MieczysƂaw. MieczysƂaw Stilinski.
It was unexpected, and very Polish, and Derek sort of adored it.
Looking a little antsy, Stiles said, “It, uh, means 'sword' in Polish. If you go in for that sort of thing.” He blushed some more and then snorted at himself. “But yeah, I know it's kinda... ÊŒSÊŒobviously why I go by Stiles—which was my Grandfather's nickname too, by the way.”
Derek's heart swelled in his chest.
This was what they could've had if things had gone differently for them.
He cleared his throat, took a deep intake of woodsmoke-laced air into his lungs, then said, “Broderick Seth Rodman Hale, third son of Talia and Seth Hale of the Hale Pack of Beacon Hills county, North California, and I'm very pleased to meet you're acquaintance. Oh, and do not call me dude, by the way.”
“Broderick? Are you shitting me right now?!” Stiles blurted, trying and failing to not laugh.
Derek rolled his eyes and it felt like breathing. “Seriously? I think you'll find you don't have even half a leg to stand on, MieczysƂaw.”
“Actually, I have two, Broderick Seth Rodman Hale, and I diligently used the both of them to come out here to Bumfuck nowhere to find you.”
He shot Derek with ridiculous finger guns then blew away imaginary gunpowder smoke, and if it wasn't for the kid's beard it could've easily been thirteen-years ago.
Not a kid anymore.
Stiles looked amazing. A little broader, and a little fuller in the face, and the beard really, really suited him. At once, Derek had the desperate urge to sink his claws into it and paw at the pale skin beneath. He wanted to back Stiles into the bark of the tree and bury his nose in that long, mole-peppered neck he still had dreams about, to breathe in pure unadulterated Stiles.
He swallowed thickly, licking at his dry lips and wishing they were Stilesʌ. Had to force himself to unclench the fist not currently grasping Stiles's hand.
Derek had to try his best to pretend that he wasn't very aware of the fact that they were still very much holding onto each other.
“Broderick means 'brother' in Old Norse, if you go in for that sort of thing,” he offered, borrowing Stiles's banter.
Stiles's smile was easy, albeit tainted with a hint of sadness for that piece of information. He was sort of—looser. More relaxed, and definitely less agitated than he used to be. Though he smelled exactly the same as he always had: Of strong coffee and Bath & Body Oak shower gel and wild cinnamon and lemon sherbet dip, and that particular warm smack of something that Derek had always struggled to place—the very essence of MieczysƂaw 'Stiles' Stilinski.
The familiar tang zinged over his taste buds like popping candy, and his wolf took up its routinely impatient pacing at his core as if they had seen Stiles only yesterday.
“I'm—uh, I don't—you look good, Stiles. Really good.”
This human was the only creature on planet earth that had Derek Hale fumbling his words.
Stiles was smirking his signature smirk—only there was something new pulling at the curve of that life-ruining mouth of his.
Unerring confidence.
Derek sniffed at the air and licked at his lips again so he could taste that, too.
“You're look pretty fine yourself there, Sourwolf,” Stiles divulged, mirroring Derek again by licking his own lips. He shamelessly looked Derek up and down and said, “Your edges aren't quite so sharp, and you're little softer ÊŒround the eyes, like maybe you're—I dunno. Something closer to being happy?” His eyes shone like the full moon in the dark when he told Derek, “And, dare I say it, maybe not even all that sour anymore?”
Derek huffed a breath out through his nostrils that was in the proximity of a laugh.
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Looks good on you, man. Really good.”
Stiles was borrowing Derek's words, and if he kept saying things like that to Derek while looking at Derek the way that he was, Derek would have to restrain himself from picking the guy up by the scruff of his very nice sweater and kissing the words right out of his mouth.
Then everything sort of stilled, somehow, including the wind, and the birds, and them, as if the whole world had just halted for something incredibly important.
They stood there, just gazing at each other. Like there wasn't anything else they could or would possibly be doing right now.
Ten seconds. Fifteen. Twenty.
It was obvious to even the blades of grass on the ground that they both still felt it.
Slowly, slowly, they caught back up to reality.
Derek took a breath and found his voice again.
“Might've taken a few pointers from a kid I used to know,” he smiled, eyes never leaving StilesÊŒ.
Then he thought in for a penny and admitted, “I hoped you'd come looking for me—and I want you to know that I'm really, really glad that you did.”
Stiles squinted at him through the sun's afternoon rays that broke through the Colorado cloud cover like the heavens had suddenly appeared. In that moment, he reminded Derek of the beautiful golden Aztec Sanvitalia shrub that grew down by the little stream behind his cabin. He wondered briefly if that was the missing base note in Stiles's scent, and felt a little insane with it all.
“Well, I knew I'd find you,” Stiles shrugged, “because one: I'm like a dog with a bone, and two: You left a trail of breadcrumbs so fucking vague only a genius like yours truly would be able to follow.”
He then shielded those big brown doe eyes of his from a particularly bright sunbeam with a still-bony hand, and the squinted look on his face was so fond Derek had to sink his canines into his lip to hold in the pitiful whine that threatened to climb up and out of his chest and escape him.
He stepped closer to the tree; closer to the boy who runs with wolves, who was definitely not a boy any longer.
“You make it sound as if we're in some sort of fairytale, Stiles,” Derek said as he attempted to blink Stiles's beauty from his eyes, knowing it would be a fruitless endeavour.
Finally, Stiles reached out to pull Derek down and into his lap, and Derek went like a force of nature.
He dropped the tire this time.
Stiles smelled like love when he said, “Weren't we always, Der?” right into Derek's mouth.
And Derek knew.
As Stiles leaned in and kissed him softly, and he kissed Stiles softly right back, he knew they both understood that although they had to travel far from Beacon Hills to find it, they had both—at long last—made it home.
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on ao3 HERE if you'd like to leave me a comment <3
i saw the new dob shoot and my brain remembered the hoech one and went ping! this is for @wulfnerd seeing as they came up with the wonderful Broderick as Derek's full first name in the tags of a post of mine who knows how long ago...
unedited, please be forgiving <3
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shelbgrey · 1 year ago
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Dating Scott Summers:
Paring: Scott Summers x Mutant!Reader
Summary: Scott Summers falling in love with a beautiful mutant girl -NSFW content warring
A/n: this won the poll! Please send request for x-men!
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You were there for about 10 years before Scott was brought to the school whith bandages over his eyes. He was so scared to hurt anyone and you felt terrible.
Not to toot your own horn, but you made his first pair of ruby quartz glasses. You got help from your friend Hank McCoy in the Lab and created the red glasses he wears today.
Scott will never not be impressed with you. If you ask him he fell in love with you the moment he got to look at your through the glasses. “your Amazing”
It always bugs him that he can't see you and your natural colors, with his glasses everything is red.
Scott worked hard to win your heart. In to your adult years and your X-men years you guys wold always stare at each other with puppy eyes, but both parties were afraid to make the first move.
“your really falling for this girl, aren't you?” his brother Alex asked. “she's not just some girl”
Let me start off by saying that Scott has eyes for you and only you. Your confession had took a huge step back when Jean Grey started showing interest in Scott. She was everything you were insecure about and you often compared yourself to her in the worst way possible.
Scott never took a second glance at Jean, he wanted you. Jean knew that and it angered her, she wanted Scott to herself. Jean also knew you'd always be to shy to admit your feeling to Scott, so she used it to her advantage.
Scott wanted to tell you he loved you so bad, but he always felt you deserved better. He wanted you to have a guy that could look at you without red-tinted glasses, he wanted you to have someone who wasn't dangerous.
“you know, girls like her don't wait around forever” Xavier told him one day. “do you guys relize the affection you two share?”
Scott sighed, during that week you'd been avoiding him. He hated it and didn't know Jean had been pushing you guys apart without you realizing it. Scott looked down. “she deserves the world, Professor”
“if you want her to have the world tell her how you feel. Because to her you are the world” Xavier told him”
He will always regret telling you how he felt because of the situation you were in. It was a mission gone wrong which resulted you staying in the med-bay in the mansion. Scott never left your bed side. His heart pounded with anxiety the longer you layed in bed unresponsive.
The next morning you woke up with him holding your hand and his head on your lap. You were relived to see him and it made your heart flutter that he stayed with you. You gently ruffled his hair, waking him up.
He woke up and tears pricked his eyes as relief washed over him. He cupped your face gently and pressed his forehead to yours. He was shaking so much. “your okay... Please don't ever leave me”
He looked into your eyes and took a deep breath. You don't know how bad he wanted to see your natural eye color and not just see the red tint from his glasses. “I love you... Everything about you amazes me, your everything to me”
“I love you more” you smiled softly. You shared your first kiss that night, this kiss was so gentle but held so many years of bottled up tension and emotions. He held you carefully, like as if you were made of glass and his kisses were driven by so much relief and unconditional love.
That's what you too shared, unconditional love.
Scott's so gentle with you. Deep down he's scared you'll break or scared he'll somehow end up hurting you with his mutation, that's his worst fear. His always so gentle and loving with you.
He loves your mutation, he thinks you look badass and sexy when you use it. Your mutation is the power to conger up blue fire in your palms.
He'll only call you beautiful or gorgeous. He feel like you deserve a compliment better than sexy or hot. He always makes sure you know how beautiful you are.
He's big on hand holding too, if your walking around the city your hands will be locked together, or sometimes hell just hold your had if your setting down at a table or something.
He holds your hand whenever he can, that his way of showing off that your his girl.
He's rough in bed, but a gentle kisser. The gentlest kisses he gives out it is in the early hours of morning before you get up to teach your classes.
Yes, you both are teachers at Xavier's school. Yall never left that damn place. He's the engineering and self defense teacher while your the English and creative writing teacher.
He loves leaving red roses on your desk all the time. That's one of his love languages.
He's always afraid of hurting you, especially with his mutation. But you trust him enough to even take off his glasses to see his full face, he still get scared and keeps his eyes shut tight. “It’s okay. You’re not gonna hurt me,” you whispered. You leaned forward slowly, careful to his face. You kissed the part of his forehead, just above his left eye. Then the right.
This man need physical contact a lot. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, it's a comfort and a protection thing.
He also loves teasing you and getting you all flustered. He thinks it's the cutest thing in the world when you blush after a compliment or if he kisses you.
“I can't concentrate when you do that” you laughed. He was standing behind you while his hands moved around you. “doing what?” he said, kissing your neck.
By the way, this man is extremely protective of you. It doesn't matter if your on a mission with the rest of the X-men or just out getting groceries. Your protection and safety is his main priority.
He's so afraid of losing you, your the best thing that's ever happened to him and he doesn't want to screw it up. Of course he doesn't have to worry about that.
God, this man loves everything about you. You have a couple of tattoos, he wants to know about them. It doesn't matter what type of hair you have or if you like it or not, he loves it. He'll love your voice, body, personality... Everything.
If your in bed he'll always have his arms around you. Rather your the little spoon or your on his chest. But sometimes if his day is rough he'd want to be the little spoon. His favorite feeling in the world is your arms around him and your fingers running through his hair.
He also loves it when you curl up on his lap and a cuddle to his chest. It the best feeling to him, especially on your way home on the X-jet after a long mission.
You call him everything but Scott. Usually its Scotty, honey, or Sweetheart.
He loves calling you Baby or Angel. And he always refers to you as 'his girl'. No mater if your his wife or girlfriend, your gonna get called 'his girl'
You love listening to old rock music together. If it's just the two of you he'll sing with you and on the occasion you can convince him to dance with you.
Your Favorite singer to listen to is Meatloaf. Your song is definitely 'you took the words right out of my mouth'
You love riding on the back of his motorcycle. He loves feeling your arms wrapped around him and holding on to him while he drives.
Like I said before he's super over protective, so if your on the back of his motorcycle he's driving more careful than he ever has before. If he's by himself he'll drive at an unsafe speed and pop a couple of wheels, but if your with him he's carful as hell.
He'll also teach you how to ride one. He was so excited when you asked him to teach you.
He refuses to sleep unless you have fallen asleep first, he just needs to know your okay before he can have a good night sleep.
If your cold you'll steal his leather jackets, or you'll sleep in his old dress shirts. Also if the sun is brighter than usual you'll steal his spare ruby quartz glasses and used them as sunglasses.
Hell always remind you how beautiful you are. If you feel insecure about your self he's there to kiss you and tell you how amazing you are.
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He's the most loving person during sex, hell he is all the time. He'll also try his best to make it as romantic as possible, if not he's always holding you close and kissing you so you know how much he loves you.
But he also doesn't mind being rough with you. If you push the right buttons, you'll be under him screaming his name as the headboard of the bed bangs against the wall.
There's also a tone of jealous sex. If he sees Logan shamelessly flirting with you expected to be tied to bed as fucks your brains out. If he sees Hank touch you in a way thats reserved only for him you’re pinned against the wall.
Bondeg kink. Handcuffs, belts, he'll tie you up with anything if your comfortable with it.
he'll bit you in the heat of the moment. He loves marking you up.
Dispite him being mostly rough in bed and pushes you to the point of screaming, he'll be so soft and gentle in the end. “you did so good for my baby, I wasn’t too rough was I? I didn't hurt you did I?”
One of his biggest kink is cumming inside you, seeing you filled up just makes him go crazy.
he loves grabbing you by the hips, literally squeezing his fingertips against your soft skin, holding you in the place or using them to help guide the pace.
If you want to take a shower and get cleaned up, Scott will lift you up in his arms and carry you to shower, he'll hold you safe and will be extremely gentle with your sensitive body.
Has a soft spot for sex in the shower, he loves holding you up against the wall, roughly while he drives his cock into you.
He love getting head. He loves the feeling of towering over you while he has you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.
Loves eating you out, your legs around his head. He loves your legs and thighs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.
He's a boob and ass man, He’ll push your bra up and take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls all around while he squeezes your ass, pulling you closer to his body. He loves it when you start moaning and tugging at his hair, He honestly can’t get enough.
He loves hearing you moan. If you try to hold back or even muffle them when it's unnecessary, he'd put an end to it. “Don't hold back baby, let me hear you”
For aftercare, He will spend an exorbitant amount of time just kissing you, slowly and deeply, as he massages your thighs and hips. It's his way to calm you down and bringing you back to reality.
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kemistre · 1 year ago
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Î”ĂŻĐ·â”Šđ’đ”đđ‘đˆđ’đ„ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 — feat. kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, bokuto koutarou, ushijima wakatoshi, kita shinsuke, sawamura daichi
synopsis. how the haikyuu captains react to you giving them a surprise kiss
— content warnings. none! — word count. 1, 141
Δïз┊author's note. hehe headcanons for you! these are from an old google doc, i just figured i'd touch it up and post it for you all to enjoy!! i do just want everyone to know i adore all of them, every one :3
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Δïз┊k. tetsurou
he sat at the desk of his college level chemistry class, leaning on his elbows as he intently read the paper that laid on the desk, filled to the brim with words. his eyes scanned those words over and over again, as he tried not to think about the huge final that was about to happen in the next few minutes. he was so focused he didn’t notice you walking into the empty classroom, nor did he realize you standing next to him. thinking this would be the perfect time to execute your utmost perfect plan, you made your move. your finger dipped under his chin, turning his head and tilting it up as you placed a light kiss on his lips. there was a pause between both of you, his wide eyes meeting yours that were hiding a laugh. his cheeks felt hot as he spoke, giving you a playful smirk as he stood up from his seat. “how could you do such a thing?” a giggle fell from your lips as you ran around the empty room, him following close behind you before catching you in his arms and peppering you with kisses of his own.
Δïз┊o. tooru
you two were walking home together after a long day of school and practice. your hands stuff in your pockets as the cold wind blew towards your face, making your nose feel ice cold to the touch. a shiver ran down your spine, your teeth chattered as your walk home continued. oikawa wasn’t in much of a better state himself, his cheeks cold as ice. though, at the sight of you physically so cold, he couldn’t just do nothing. “here love,” he smiled, taking off his hoodie he had worn all day. you had refused, not wanting him to be without a jacket, but he insisted. so, as he wrapped the jacket around you, you leaned forward, your lips gracing his as his eyes widened. as you pulled back, a smile on your face, you spoke. “now your cheeks won’t be so cold.” a more than flustered smile appeared on his lips, his cheeks heating up more as he took your hand in his. “don’t tease me, love.”
Δïз┊b. koutarou
he stood on the court, volleyball between his hands as he puffed out his chest, ready to impress you during practice. it was the first day you had come to one of his practices and he wasn’t just going to be average. he was going to act like one of the top five aces! he smiled as you came over to him after you had dropped your bag off by the entrance of the gym. “you ready to see my amazing skills??” “yes ko, i’m very excited, good luck.” you smiled, giving him a peck on the lips, making his eyes widen, before turning to go back to your bag. his face felt hot as he tugged on your arm, pulling you back and into his chest. he smiled, a giddy and happy look on his face. “do it again~” 
Δïз┊u. wakatoshi
it was early in the morning, he had convinced you to go on a jog with him, which despite him outward expression, he was really excited for! it wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either, just half of what he usually did. you glanced over at him as he jogged by your side, never once leaving it. he looked so concentrated, amd it made you smile. he was so dedicated, it was cute. it took a bit to get home since near the end, the traffic had gotten a little bad as people made their daily commutes to work or school. that just meant more jogging in place waiting for stop lights or walking signs, so it was a relief when you got home to a air conditioned dorm room. “y/n.” “hmm?” “you were smiling.” you bounced off the bed, tilting your head slightly as you spoke. “what?” “you were smiling at me while we were outside earlier, why?” you giggled, booping his noise and giving me a light kiss. “because you were being cute again.” his cheeks had gotten hot, fighting off the cold of the room as he looked at you with wide eyes. he followed your movements around the dorm before asking, “can you kiss me again..?”
Δïз┊k. shinsuke
he sat at his kitchen table, more than focused on a puzzle you two had been doing for the past two months. it was a puzzle he had gotten for halloween, though you two never had the time to finish it before then. so, that’s why you were coming over after school, to finish the puzzle. though he supposed that’s not why you really came over since you hadn’t helped a single bit since he started. he was fine with that, but he was so set on finishing it he wasn’t going to get side tracked, and he told you that earlier. you came back around to the table after going to get something to drink, looking at his expression, and then the puzzle. with a huff and a smirk, you thought up a way to make him focus on you instead. “shin.” you called his name, making him turn over his shoulder to make sure you were okay. that’s when he felt your lips against his, quickly and quietly before you had pulled back. “did you need something, darling?” your shoulders dropped as you fell into your seat, sighing and setting your head onto the table. yes it seemed like he was unfazed by your little scheme but he would get his revenge later, just you wait.
Δïз┊s. daichi
he leaned against the side of the gym, waiting for you to meet him there so you could walk home together. it had been a long day for both of you, and he wanted nothing more than to cuddle with you and watch your show together. he’d been day dreaming about it all day, not meaning to but he did anyway. a sigh fell from his lips as he saw you turn the corner and start heading his way. he pushed himself off the wall, his hands tucked away in his pockets as he decided to meet you halfway. “hel-” he was cut off by your sudden kiss, it was unexpected, but not unwanted. he blinked a few times as you pulled back. “that’s it?” you smiled, turning on your heel to go back the way you’d came. he took a breath, licking his lips before wrapping his arms around you, a smirk on his lips as he whispered, “i’ll just have to get you back later for that one, babe.” his head fell to the crook of your neck as he sighed, begging to stay like that for just a little while longer. 
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talleyuh · 5 months ago
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just finished the bear season 3 and there is such a collective cognitive dissonance from everywhere from the writing of the show all the way to the social media marketing.
i know i’m biased because i particularly like syd and carmy together, but this season was strange but in different ways than the last season was strange.
not only does carmy take a backseat as a protagonist about halfway through, he and syd have hardly any scenes together, but i think the show almost suffers for it. this season was certainly funnier than the last, but the neil and ted fak got old and old fast. it certainly doesn’t help that even though carmy has a new arc every season, but he doesn’t take the lessons he should’ve learned into how he should act going forward. it’s stunting his growth and now that we have three seasons to compare to one another, it’s only more apparent.
we’ve already talked about how funny characters are stronger than comic relief characters and that’s essentially what the faks are. i really liked neil’s more vulnerable moments where he got to be taken seriously but it’s hard to take him seriously when all of his screen time is him doing stupid shit. also the hauntings thing? it really was not that funny.
also the show is making such an active attempt to rewrite its own history and i don’t understand why. so many little details that connect moments from the past and present to make up who the characters are and yet it’s kind of being thrown out the window.
claire being described as carmy’s peace threw me for a loop because he felt out of place in his own relationship. i think we all know the clip of carmy’s late s2 panic attack where thinking of claire and him together makes it worse but now we are given so many more scenes of when he was happy? what narrative are they trying to spin here? was carmy genuinely in love with claire or mostly disinterested, because it can’t be both.
even claire doesn’t seem interested in being with carmy at this point, and who can blame her?
her presence was just kind of weird to me, because she didn’t really interact with the rest of the cast until the 9th episode. i think her brief hospital scenes were to flesh her out more, but it’s really just creating vulnerabilities and revealing the seams. and because she’s never really been developed as much as everyone else in the series, we’re left with more questions. who was that in her bed? why was she never fired for insane medical malpractice? what is any of this for?
also a lot of the lighting this season has changed. i saw one user (can’t remember who but their post was super interesting) mention how much warmer and inviting the scenes with syd are as opposed to the coolness and almost detachment the scenes with claire were. except we see carmy in cool lighting a lot more this season.
i also wanted to add where carmy gets overwhelmed in the finale, thoughts of claire coming in with a violin sting like a horror movie doesn’t add to the narrative that they keep telling us. that’s another thing i noticed. they tell us how great claire was even though their time together hindered him being involved with his passions and his coworkers, but they retcon things and add scenes of them happy and have carmy tell us how amazing she is but they barely cared to show us.
a huge theme in this show is family and responsibility. and the scene where neil fak said claire could be the one to take care of carmy and vice versa really rubbed me the wrong way. first of all, i think it kind of supports the idea of codependency which isn’t great but i could be reaching. second, carmy isn’t really equipped to take care of anyone and i think the way he interacts with his coworkers when he’s frustrated is proof of that.
don’t get me wrong, i thought this season was amazing television, christopher storer is a brilliant writer and director, joanna calo really should helm more episodes bc ice chips was actually a perfect episode, and ayo getting the opportunity to direct tina’s episode was so amazing and i really hope i see her name in more directorial projects in the near future. but i think we’re getting a little lost in the plot here and losing sight of what the heart of the show is. the literal restaurant. and logically some of the decisions made don’t exactly hold up and i would hate to see this show fumble.
it can’t be a coincidence that so much of the show’s marketing is tied to carmy and syd and i think efforts to trick the audience are actually making the show suffer. or the increasingly less subtle decisions in the editing in the few scenes of them together? are you really gonna gaslight a whole audience for the sake of a misdirect?
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michelle-is-writing · 9 months ago
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Birthday Pie, Spencer Reid
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I was inspired to write this while watching the earlier seasons, so I know I wrote this a very long time ago.
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Waiting at Spencer's desk with the rest of the team, we all happily stand in anticipation of the celebration of a certain holiday. Today is October 12th, meaning it is officially Spencer's birthday, and because of the very special occasion, we plan on spending it the best way we can. We'll have "cake" here in the morning and let him open our gifts for him, then once we all get off of work later, we'll go to a Chinese restaurant - one that has forks for Spencer, of course.
In all of our hands, we each have a gift for Spencer, and in the middle of his desk sits a pie I made for him which I am praying he will like. It's a chocolate chess pie which I thought was very fitting since Spencer likes chess and chocolate. I also know on your birthday you're supposed to have cake and ice cream, but maybe after 27 years, he'll want something else...?
"Do you think he'll like the pie instead of a regular Birthday cake?" I ask JJ, slightly unsure.
"Oh, he'll love it, (Y/n)," She assures me with one of her perfect smiles.
"Pretty boy loves anything you do," Morgan adds with a smirk. "Trust me."
I lightly laugh at his remark before sarcastically saying a small "Sure."
"No, no," Penelope cuts me off, waving her hands frantically with a huge smile. "You could walk a straight line and Spencer could give an hour-long seminar on how perfect your movements were," Immediately, my cheeks begin to blush while the rest of the team laughs at her comment. "Just sayin'," She finishes, holding her hands out in a shrug motion.
Just as she finishes speaking, my eyes move to the main entrance hall where my handsome brunet boyfriend is currently walking through the doors. Without noticing us at first, he mindlessly heads over to the area while straightening out his brown and green harlequin-pattern sweater vest. He doesn't even realize the spot he just fixed is going to be messed up again by the inevitable Birthday pin that Penelope plans to bestow upon him.
I watch as Spencer turns the corner, his pace slowing down before coming to a stop as sees us all waiting at his desk. It only takes a short second before he realizes what's going on, causing him to break into an award-winning grin and quicken his speed over to us. "Happy Birthday!" We all yell at the same time, making his eyes light up like fireworks.
"What's this?" He asks as he stops beside me, one of his hands instantly coming up to rest against my back.
"A birthday surprise, my love," I answer him, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Pushing my gift into his hands, I smile at him as he gazes at me with what hope is a mix of love and happiness. "Happy twenty-seventh birthday, Spencer."
After opening all of our gifts, Spencer sits down in his chair while I sit on the edge of his desk and cut a slice of pie for him. "What kind is it?" He asks, his eyes matching the sweet treat in front of him. Smiling, I push the slice of pie onto a paper plate before handing it to him.
"Chocolate chess," I tell him with a nod, watching as he chuckles; I'm glad he got the joke.
"I already like it," he tells me, referring to the name. Looking over at Morgan, I see both he and Penelope mouth "Told you so."
Handing Spence a fork, I watch as he takes the first bite of the pie, a half-surprised, half-happy emotion filling his face as he begins chewing the morsel of food. "Oh my God," he says, food still in his mouth. A moment of panic fills me as I begin to think he doesn't like it. "This tastes amazing," Those three words instantly take all the fear and worry away, causing me to grin and let out a sigh of relief.
Soon enough, everyone else has a slice of pie, each having reactions like Spencer. "This is really, really good, (Y/n)," Prentiss approves.
"Yes, it is!" Penelope agrees, taking another bite of her slice.
"Mama, I am coming to your place for Thanksgiving," Derek announces, causing me to hide my grin. Even Rossi and Hotch had something good to say about the pie I made, all of the comments making me feel like I've done a good job.
Once Spencer is done with his slice, he places the empty plate on his desk before wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me from the edge and onto his lap. Meanwhile, the rest of the team heads back to their desks, all of them having so much work to do all of a sudden.
Smiling at Spencer's antics, I lean my head back against his shoulder and look up at him, his chocolate eyes meeting my own (e/c) eyes. We both know we can't do this for long as neither of us want to be written up, but we can risk it for today.
"Did you like your birthday surprise?" I ask him, watching as he nods.
"Of course I did," he assures me, reaching a hand up to cup my cheek. Leaning my head down toward his, Spencer attaches his lips to mine for a second before pulling away, trying to keep it at least a little professional at work. "You should know that I enjoy anything you do."
"Oh yeah?" I can't help but ask, leaning my head a bit further into his shoulder. Still smiling, he looks away from my eyes as a red tint spreads across his cheeks. I almost laugh at the sight, finding the irony in the situation that he's already blushing despite me not saying my next comment yet.
"Well then, I know you'll enjoy tonight," I tell him, dressing another kiss to his cheek as his eyes growing wide at the many implications behind my words. I can only giggle at his reaction, reveling in the knowledge that that's the best part - he truly has no idea what's in store for him tonight. He doesn't know about our plans to go to the Chinese restaurant and eat with the rest of the team later, nor does he know about my plans to surprise him with a new set of lingerie in his favorite color tonight. However, I think he might have some growing suspicions going by the smirk that slowly worms its way across his face.
"I can't wait," He finally murmurs to me, giving my hip a tight, yet discreet squeeze. With that, I know he definitely has an idea of what's in store for him and I can't wait either.
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castiwls · 9 months ago
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stanford - s.w
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Pairing; Sam & Sister!reader
Synopsis; Your younger brother has a big question
Warnings; None
Notes; A few ppl asked for this so here it is :) I guess this is part of a Middle!child au which I'm debating on making I lowkey really love writing this dynamic! Also requests for platonic and romantic are open just check my request page on my account
Masterlist | Middle!child headcanons
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It wasn’t abnormal for your little brother to ask if you would come to eat with him after school. It was almost like a small tradition between you, Sam, and Dean that you would both meet him at whatever high school he was currently in every Friday and walk to the nearest diner. Doing this was the only sense of routine that you had ever found in your life.
This time was different though. Firstly Sam had asked you to come alone, something which struck you as strange but nevertheless, you showed up alone at his school, much to his relief. You’d also noticed Sam was more shifty than normal. On the walk to the diner, you’d both chatted as normal, but you’d noticed how your brother seemed to be fiddling with something in his pocket. Even now as you both sat waiting for your food you could still see him fiddling with his pocket.
“Sam, what's wrong?” You asked breaking the silence between the two of you. Sam looked up, his eyes slightly wide as he looked at you. He opened his mouth a few times before shaking his head. “If I tell you this promise you won’t tell Dad
or Dean.”
You frowned slightly at his words. Not telling your dad you could understand but Dean? That was new. “That depends
no ones in danger are they?” You tilted your head slightly. Sam quickly shook his head. “No. No one’s in danger.” He laughed slightly. “Nothing dangerous I promise.” 
You nodded smiling at him. “So what is it?” You leaned forward slightly on the table. Sam seemed to mull over something for a moment before hesitantly reaching for something out of his pocket. Slowly he pushed a small pamphlet towards you.
You looked at the pamphlet and then back to him. Sam looked away fiddling with his jacket as he seemingly waited for you to read the pamphlet. Sucking in a breath you pulled the pamphlet towards you opening it.
As you read your eyes widened slightly in shock. You briefly looked to Sam who was still occupied with his jacket before looking back down to the paper. “Stanford? Really?” You placed the small pamphlet down. “Sam, this is amazing.” You grinned reaching over to grab his hand.
A look of relief crossed his face as he visibly relaxed. He laughed slightly looking down at the pamphlet. “My teacher thinks it’s possible.” He spoke. “She thinks I have the grades to apply through the college to get a full ride.” You nodded. You couldn’t help but widen the grin on your face at the thought of your brother being smart enough for Stanford. This was huge.
Sam had mentioned his interest in Law and you’d happily listened and encouraged him to read more into it but you’d never expected this. Sam nodded to the pamphlet. “I just need a signature from an adult and I know Dad won’t sign it.” 
You inspected the pamphlet again for a moment. “If I sign this you have a shot at Stanford?”
Your younger brother nodded a look of hope in his eyes.
You were quiet for a moment as you considered the information. You knew your Dad would flip if he ever found out about Sam’s hopes for the future, but he would flip even more if he found out that his own daughter and gone behind his back and signed off on something this large.
But at the same time sitting here now seeing your brother's eyes full of hope pulled at your heart. You wanted nothing more than for your brothers to be happy and if going to Stanford was what would make Sam happy then you were not going to stand in his way. You nodded to yourself before looking back to Sam.
This was his way out. His way of getting that normal life you so wanted him to have.
“Of course, I’ll sign it.”
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lilacsandamethysts · 2 years ago
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Ragnvindr(s)
Pairing: Diluc x fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)
Summary: The Ragnvindr clan is expecting a new addition.
Warnings: pregnancy and mention of kids, characters expecting and becoming parents
A/N: Hi im back, hopefully i'll manage to post more regularly bc I have truly missed this (writing and posting). This is the first fic of my dad!character series bc I have a huge case of baby fever and seeing my favorites as dads satisfies my daddy and abandonment issues.
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“Can you please take a seat? Boss is going to kill me if he finds out you’ve been exerting yourself.” Charles could have sworn to any archon willing to listen to his pleas that he had lost ten years from his life during this six hour shift. He was on bar duty this evening, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing he couldn’t handle and nothing he hadn’t done before. What he hadn’t done before was have his boss’s pregnant wife on duty with him. “I swear miss, you’re giving me gray hairs.” Funny, now that he thinks of it, he had heard his boss utter the same exact words three hours prior when he dropped her off, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead as he had looked at his wife worryingly. She rolled her eyes at his comments going back to cleaning the dried glasses littering the underside of the bar. 
“Barbara said that moving around would do me good. Besides,” she frowned at him, the fire burning in her eyes making it clear to Charles why master Diluc had found his match in her. “I’m feeling peachy.” She wasn’t even that far along, stomach barely showing from under her slightly loose blouse. Diluc, ever since it had been revealed that her sudden unwellness was due to her expecting their child, had become thrice as protective than he already was, barely leaving her out of his sight. Truthfully, as much as she loved and cherished her husband, being under constant surveillance was starting to irritate her. She couldn’t fault him; this was his first time going through such an experience and he was rightfully anxious. A soft hum escaped her lips at the thought of his frazzled gaze every time she shifted in her seat while they went through documents of the winery. Diluc was going to be an amazing father, she knew that from the moment she announced her pregnancy to him. What she was even more certain about was, the gray hairs he was bound to start sprouting by the end of these agonizingly long nine months.
The door to the tavern flew open and in stepped a slightly agitated Diluc, hair sticking out from his usual high ponytail he dawns whenever he works behind the bar and eyes darting all over her figure as she continued to shine the glass in her hand. His shoulders sagged slightly in relief upon seeing her in one piece. With a sigh he shed the heavy layers on his shoulders before walking behind the bar, peking her cheek once with a hand resting on the slight bump of her stomach. 
“Why are you up? Again.” He said, a serious expression engraved on his features, brows furrowing when she simply hummed in response. He sighed again, rubbing at his temples before kissing her cheek again and reaching for one of her glasses. “You two are going to be the death of me.” 
“And they haven’t even been born yet.” She giggled again, leaning into his side, head tilting so it rests securely on his shoulder. Instinctively, he leaned closer, cheek smooshed on her hairline. “Imagine the terror once they start walking or even worse, running.” She swears she could already see the dark circles forming under his eyes which only made her laugh harder. The shift went by calmly with the tavern not being at its highest customer rate. They even got the chance to close up earlier than usual and make it back to the manner before midnight. Once inside, Diluc helped her hang her coat-even though she whined about being capable of doing it herself- and then led her to the kitchen where their dinner awaited them on the counter. Adelinde had taken it upon herself to teach both her masters the art of healthy nutrition; she had tried twice before in the past but they both were too stubborn and drowning in work to keep up a healthy diet, now with a child on the way they were more than willing to listen to her advice. 
Taking a seat side by side they dug in, emptying their plates in a matter of minutes with not even a peep leaving their lips until they were both done. Diluc brought her chair closer to his own, one arm draped over her shoulders while the other traced patterns on the fabric of her shirt absentmindedly, an action he seemed to be doing more and more each day. He had developed a habit of touching her in some way no matter the time or place or who was with them; whether it be his hand on the small of her back or his warm palm engulfing her own, an arm around her waist or merely their pinkies linked, Diluc couldn’t seem to let go of her no matter what. The citizens of Mondstadt would swoon at his blatant displays of affection, eyes full of unfathomable softness whenever they saw the soon to be parents on a stroll through the busy streets. There were still those select few who side eyed the couple -mostly her-, those whose jealousy shown through the happy facade, who sometimes didn’t even hide their displeasure at the fact that the informant who had managed to take Master DIluc off the market a few years prior was now securing her spot further with the birth of an heir. The Ragnvindrs merely scoffed at their sly comments and back handed compliments, Diluc usually making a mental note to have a word with the Knights about their insolent behavior. 
“Our baby is the size of a sweet potato.” She softly broke the silence, hand gently resting on the small sweet potato sized bump. “And in about four weeks they’ll be as big as a pomegranate.” Diluc couldn’t help but place his hand over hers, running his thumb over her knuckles before kissing the crown of her head. 
“Barbara sure has a weird way of measuring the weeks of pregnancy.” He unlatched himself from her, hand still resting over her own, as he examined the curve of her stomach trying and failing to imagine a sweet potato sized baby. Eyebrows scrunched in concentration, he failed to notice the pure disbelief written on his wife’s face. 
“Are
are you trying to actually imagine a sweet potato?” He looked at her sheepishly for a moment, big red eyes filled with nothing but serenity. Laughter echoed through the empty halls as she burst out into a fit of snorts making Diluc join her after a moment. Once calm, he brought her unbelievably close, kissing the tip of her nose before tucking her head in the crook of his neck and letting his eyelids fall shut. 
“I love you.” 
BONUS: 
The sun was at its highest when Katheryn spotted the family enter the city. The edges of her eyes crinkled as she nodded in acknowledgement at Master Diluc, red hair a mess from the strong winds of the city of freedom. Even worse was the mop of red hair in his arms as his daughter played with the ruby pendant around his neck, completely ignoring her hair obscuring her fathers’ vision. Turning around, they waited for their counterparts to catch up as the lady of house Ragnvindr strode up the steps, another mop of red hair in her arms in the form of a little boy this time, fast asleep while clutching his mothers’ blouse.
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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago
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How are you? 😊
Can I please request Bi-Han, Kuai Liang and Tomas separately with their girlfriend shy!reader? Reader is a powerful sorceress like scarlet witch powers and them meeting her son (who has same powers as her & mama boy) from a previous dating, just fluff
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Tomas Vrbada
Billy meant everything to you.
Tomas also meant everything to you.
It was only natural that you would want the two most special boys in your life to meet but you weren’t certain how Tomas would react, a fear you had ever since your last parter had made a comment on before exiting out of the relationship. But upon seeing the excited look in his eyes and the tight hug he gave you when you told him that you wanted him to officially meet your son.
Your fears were soon subsided entirely as relief and happiness came flooding in whilst you reciprocated the hug, a huge smile adorning your face, that grew bigger when hearing Tomas list off things that he wanted to do leading up to the big day; leaving you feeling all warm as your mind began to wander.
So when the day came of Tomas to meet Billy, his heart was made full upon seeing you and the boy you had sat on your lap, watching with eyes full of wonder as you used your magic to demonstrate on how to conjure up some butterflies, reaching his small hands to touch them whenever one got close enough; only for it to land atop of Billy’s head much to his cute confusion. Upon hearing Tomas chuckle, you look towards him and smiled warmly before returning your attention back to Billy.
‘Billy, I have a very special person who would very much like to meet you. Is that okay?’ You asked and Billy looked to you nervously, you notice this and brought him into a warm hug, pressing a couple of reassuring kisses to his head. ‘If you don’t feel like doing this today, that’s perfectly fine we can wait until you feel ready, there’s no need to rush yourself.’ Billy returned your hug, feeling safe and protected within your arms, burying his head into your shoulder. ‘I want to meet him but I’m worried that he won’t like me.’
Your heart broke -as did Tomas- upon hearing this as Tomas took it upon himself to get closer to the both of you. ‘That’s not true.’ Billy removed his head from your shoulder to look at where the voice came from. ‘From all the stories I’ve been told about you Billy, and I think you’re just as amazing and as brilliant as your mother and I’ve been told a lot of ‘em.’ Tomas finishes, causing Billy to gasp as he then faces you with those same wonder filled eyes from before.
‘Mommy, he knows my name.’ He tells you and you couldn’t help but press a flurry of kisses into the side of your son’s head. ‘Of course he knows your name sweetie because like he said, you’re an amazing little boy Billy.’ You said to him as you mouthed a thank you to Tomas who only meekly waved you off, humble as ever you thought to yourself when you felt Billy become restless suddenly and immeditly got worried, all of which Tomas noticed. ‘Billy what’s wrong, are you hurt?’
‘No, I wanna go meet your friend now.’ Billy replied and you did as he asked, though not before he grabbed your hand and began dragging you towards Tomas who -whilst trying his hardest not to laugh at your current predicament- was happy to be able to spend the rest of his day with both you and Billy. And he did so from underneath the shade of a tree, watching on with love and pride as the pair of you made birds, butterflies and other kinds of insects with your shared magic.
Needless to say this soon became routine for the three of you.
Kuai Liang
Kuai Liang was made aware of the existence of Billy the moment you started seeing one another, stating that after the disaster that was your previous relationship, you had been putting all you had into raising your son and helping him gain control over chaotic his powers; something that Kuai Liang respected and admired about you.
So when the topic of meeting your sweet baby boy came along. You admitted to him that in due to some passing comments made by your previous partner, you were worried that it would be a deal breaker but being the sweetest and most caring man that Kuai Liang was, he reassured you that wouldn’t be the case and that he wasn’t that easy to be chased off unlike other immature people; whilst reminding you that he would happily wait however long until Billy felt ready to meet him.
He didn’t have to wait long for that day as soon enough Kuai Liang spotted a boy standing underneath a barren tree, hands out stretched as he focused all of his energy into aiding a small black cat with white paws that had gotten stuck in the tree, and it wasn’t until the kitten was within the boys arms did Kuai Liang see you join him in celebration as the realisation hit that the boy was your baby Billy.
‘Did you see me mommy! I got the kitty out of the tree!’ Billy cried as he held the sleeping kitten close to his chest, almost jolting the poor thing awake before it managed to get comfortable again to fall asleep. ‘I did! I’m so proud of you, you’re already so strong!’ You cheered as you doted on your son, unaware of the fact that Kuai Liang was watching from afar with a soft smile upon his face and a warmth spreading throughout this chest.
Kuai Liang always wanted a family of his own but was always too busy with Shirai Ryu business to give anymore thought to it and soon enough the thoughts of having a family was forgotten altogether. However upon watching you interact with your son, beaming with pride, laughing and smiling with him, it reinvigorated his seemingly unrealistic dream. ‘Is this the Billy that I’ve heard so much about?’ He said as he caught both yours and Billy’s attention, Billy held the kitten closer to his chest as he buried himself into your side for protection, while you smiled softly at Kuai Liang before pressing a kiss to Billy’s head.
‘It’s alright peanut.’ You whispered. ‘Kuai Liang couldn’t hurt a fly, trust me I should know.’ Your attempt at making Billy laugh thankfully worked as he let out a little chuckle, ‘Really, that’s silly.’ Billy said through his laughter, looking over at Kuai Liang, who smiled at him whilst keeping a reasonable distance between himself and Billy; having sensed his nervousness towards meeting a new person from a mile away.
‘Oh yeah.’ You reaffirmed to your son, ‘Kuai Laing is quite literally the biggest goof you will ever meet. Would you like to meet him?’ Billy was quiet for a minute before looking at you with a smile. ‘Yes please.’ You kissed his forehead, praising him for being brave, before you both made your way towards Kuai Liang, who decided to meet you both halfway. ‘I saw what you did earlier.’ He began, gesturing towards the kitten within Billy’s arms. ‘You’ve show great promise in becoming a brilliant magic wielder one day.’
Billy smiled brightly. ‘That’s because I wanna be like mommy when I grow up. Strong and powerful for mommy is the strongest there is!’ Kuai Liang laughed at how impassioned your son was and looked over at you with warm eyes, he could see the pride and love you had towards your son and it even showed in everything you did. Kuai Laing couldn’t help but love you even more for being an exceptional mother to your son. ‘She sure is.’ He said, never once taking his eyes off of you. ‘She sure is.’
Bi-Han
Bi-Han caught sight of a small shy boy clinging onto your leg like a vice, peaking his head out now and then before retreating behind you when getting caught. He automatically knew that this kid must be your Billy with the way you’d smile down at the boy, playfully ruffle his unruly hair with your magic as you knelt down to reassure his anxieties in a hushed tone.
‘I know, I know, he may look scary but I promise you that he’s actually a sweet guy.’ You reassured your son but it was proven difficult when Bi-Han had a natural resting bitch face along with a cold demeanour. Bi-Han, wanting to make a somewhat positive impression on your son, knelt down and offered up his hands. ‘Watch.’ Was all he said to Billy as he then began to make a bird in mid flight out of ice before handing over the ice sculpture to your son, who was watching the entire process with awe and wonder from behind your leg.
‘Wow!’ Billy, shuffled out from your leg, small hands cupping the ice sculpture tenderly, admiring every ounce of detail that Bi-Han had put into the bird. ‘Mommy always did say that you could make really pretty things out of ice.’ Bi-Han’s brows rose sharply at Billy’s words as his dark eyes were filled with a semblance of warmth. ‘Does she now?’ Bi-Han asked, intrigued and Billy hummed as. ‘Yeah, she would always tell me stories about how despite how scary you were, you had a good heart beneath all that ice.’ He says.
‘Oh! And also mommy would also get this look in her eye wherever she talked about you. It’s nice.’ Bi-Han looked over at you and you smiled sheepishly, now understanding just how oblivious you were to everyone else before getting with the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. Bi-Han on the other hand was highly amused with everything he was currently learning, even if his face might say otherwise, but if someone were to look deep enough within his eyes, they would see the warmth and the humour within his oftentimes ice cold eyes.
Much like his brother, Bi-Han also liked the idea of having a family of his own, whilst it were for all the trivial reasons for someone of his status, such as having an heir that would eventually take over as Grandmaster after he passes. After some time spent with you however, Bi-Han soon found himself wanting to have family for completely different reasons. So seeing the bond that you and Billy had firsthand made him want to be apart of that too.
Bi-Han already saw himself being with you for the long haul and now he wanted Billy to apart of that also, he didn’t care that Billy wasn’t of his own blood for he would treat him as though he were. Bi-Han knew that he could take care of the both of you and your every need with ease, the coward that ran out on you both. Bi-Han would protect you both with his life, even though that wouldn’t be necessary with the rare and powerful magic that courses through both yours and Billy’s veins, but Bi-Han didn’t care, you and Billy were his family to protect and provide for.
Bi-Han looked back at Billy and said. ‘Would you like a tour of the Lin Kuei?’ Billy looked at him with wide eyes before looking at you, almost pleasingly. ‘Can I mommy, please!’ You chuckled at your son’s eagerness and immediately caved in. ‘As long as you don’t stray too far from us, deal?’ You asked, holding your pinkie finger out to him, watching with a smile as Billy locked his pinkie with yours with a matching smile. ‘Deal!’
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gabessquishytum · 1 year ago
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SO I JUST RECEIVED THIS AD ON TUMBLR:
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and now I'm thinking about how omega Hob is now of proper mating age (18-20, whatever floats your boat) and now he must participate in The Hunt.
The Hunt being a 24 hour event where alphas hunt for an omega mate by scent and skill alone. Wearing said outfit, ofc 😉
Hob's a smart omega, he's been prepping for The Hunt his entire life. Some omegas are happy to be caught by the first alpha who wants them, but not Hob. Hob wants a mate he can be feisty with, a mate who will really go the extra distance to chase and try to tame him. His fellow omegas think that's just asking for a mean and cruel alpha but Hob disagrees.
Enter Dream. Dream has been on many Hunts, but either he's never found a omega that smells right to him (or if you'd like angst, his previous mates didn't work out). But Hob. Dream smells Hob as soon as he steps onto the Hunting Grounds and he goes feral. He has no idea who this omega is or what they look like but he. will. have. them. He will murder his fellow alphas if he must.
Hob doesn't make it easy for Dream. They nearly tear apart the entire area with how ferociously Dream chases after Hob and how hard Hob fights not to be claimed. There's fallen trees, torn up grass, a few smashed rocks, destroyed flower beds, you name it. Long after everyone else has mated and gone home, Dream's still chasing Hob with just as much energy as he had the beginning of the hunt.
Finally, in the dead of night, Dream gets Hob pinned down, leashes him, then claims him. It's loud and messy and everyone else thinks Dream's murdering the poor omega but Hob is having a fantastic time.
OH YEAH IM EATING THIS. Absolutely love a completely unhinged tumblr ad by the way.
I can imagine Hob really enjoying/looking forward to these hunts. For an omega he's big and strong, on a par with most alphas. He's fast, he's a little bit feral, and he loves the thrill of the chase. No alpha has caught him yet - they all give up and go home before Hob has finished enjoying the game. All he ever hopes for is that one day, an alpha will come along who can actually hunt him down like he really deserves.
Dream is absolutely that alpha. He's relentless. He may not have huge muscles, but he's got stamina. He can run for just as long as Hob can, and even longer. He's utterly determined to get this delicious, fascinating omega who seems to be playing with him.
Hob is amazed to find that he actually runs out of breath and strength to run!! And by that point he really wants to be caught. He's thrilled when Dream pounces and tumbles them both down to the ground where they roll around in the dirt, biting and holding each other and exploring each other's scents. Hob gets to feel the thrill of getting leashed by his mate! He's so horny he's basically humping the ground to find relief, and Dream is already obsessed with him. HIS omega.
He holds Hob by the back of his neck and pushes him down, and watches as his legs fall open automatically. The scent of his slick is so much stronger, and the harder Dream holds Hob against the ground, the more aroused he seems to get. His attempts to escape from Dream’s hold are more like tests of strength which he really wants Dream to win.
And being claimed in the open air by his alpha is everything Hob has been dreaming of and needing. His body is a perfect sheath for Dream and he knows that he's coming across as slutty and eager, but he can't help canting his hips back against Dream to get more of his cock. Oh, and the knotting? It's a religious experience. Hob's sexy little outfit is torn to shreds and only the leash remains tightly grasped in Dream’s hand.
When the knot finally deflates and the cum is drooling down Hob’s thighs, they limp out of the hunting grounds with manic grins and big hearts in their eyes. Hob is on top of the world. His alpha is so strong and determined and he's gonna give so many babies and they're gonna be feral in the woods together every year to celebrate <333
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chasteandpregnantmale · 4 months ago
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The immaculate conception of Michael Part 2
Part 1
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Part 2
It was about the middle of May that he went to see Bro Bernard again, convinced that there was something going on with him.   He had begun to feel a fluttering sensation in his belly which was a most weird experience.   He was surprised by the senior monk’s reaction.   He said they must both go and see the Abbot.   Bro Bernard phoned through to see if he was free.  He was.  It was a phone call he was expecting and was already prepared for what he would say to the young monk.
“Brother Aidan, you find yourself in a position of deep privilege.   It is Brother Bernard’s belief that through the actions of the prayer said over you last Advent Sunday in which we prayed that you might enable Jan and Jon to start a family, you have either Couvade Syndrome or, you are in fact pregnant.   In view of your latest symptoms, it would appear to be the latter, with the baby moving in your man womb.   God has indeed been good to you, Jon and Jan.”
Aidan was speechless.   The Abbot noticed his hand going to his bump.   The Abbot continued:
“This is a surprise for all of us.  I think the best way to deal with this is for you to show your blossoming body to the community at Evensong tonight.   I will ask the brothers not to go talking to others about it.   We don’t particularly want the press hounding us as this is pretty unusual, though not unique Brother Bernard tells me.   You are to carry on as normal in the community.   If one of our visitors tells the outside world, that is a risk we have to take.   I suggest you spend the time until Evensong in your cell and think about all these things and the great privilege God has granted you in carrying this child.   Your meals will be brought to you so that your contemplation is not disturbed.   Now, if you kneel Brother Bernard and I will pray over you for a spirit of grace to face this news with fortitude and peace.
Brother Bernard noticed how wisely the Abbot had dealt with the issue, skirting round the actual truth of it all being planned and with no mention at all of his dream on the night of Brother Aidans profession that set it all off.
As for Aidan, he went to his cell feeling very calm. The prayer of the Abbot and Bro Bernard had been very helpful.    He felt a huge relief now that he knew what was going on with his body.   He knew he shouldn’t be thinking this, but he was so pleased he wasn’t just putting on weight.  He was carrying a baby.   A BABY.   That was at the same time both scary and wonderful.   He was so pleased that Jan and Jon would finally become parents through his help.  
Aidan couldn’t work out why he felt such a deep peace as he sat on his bed with his right hand on his bump.   He had taken off his habit and sat just in his underwear.   He realised that he should be very scared.  This was unheard of, surely.  Certainly, he had never heard of it.   How could a man carry a child?   Was his life in danger?   How would the birth happen?  It would have to be by C-section surely? But none of this could shake that deep sense of peace and deep gratitude that he had this amazing sign that he was working for God and doing his will
So when the time for Evensong came, the monk with the quickly thickening midsection arrived in his stall very calmly.  It was almost as though he was floating on air.  He had never felt such tranquillity and enjoyed such a state of grace.   He felt totally in the moment and had no other thoughts distracting his mind except to be in the presence of God and doing his will.    The day of reflection in his cell had convinced him that what was happening to him was God’s will and entirely right.   
After the first lesson, the Abbot stood and announced that before the Magnificat (the Song of Joy  Mary sang when the angel announced she was going to give birth to God’s Son) there was an announcement he wished to make.
“There has been something of a miracle occurring in this community over the last few months” he stated.   He asked Brother Aidan to join him in front of the stalls.   The Abbot took him by the shoulders and turned him so that most of the community could see him in profile.   He continued:
“You will know that part of Brother Aidan’s duties is the pastoral care of Jan and Jon, who I have invited here this evening.   We all know that they are very much wanting to start a family. We prayed over our young brother as he began his new role with them that God would use him as a vehicle for them to conceive.   We had no idea at the time what, if anything would come to pass.  After all, none of us know the mind of God.   
“You will have noticed that Brother Aidan has been filling out in the last couple of months as brothers sometimes do in the early years of their profession.   However, Brother Bernard tells me that in Brother Aidan’s case, it is because he is with child.”
There was an audible gasp that went round the chapel.   The Abbot continued:
“No one expected God to work in his way, though Brother Bernard has done some research and there are community stories from Indonesia that talk of male chiefs getting pregnant.   Obviously this miraculous occurrence is from the hand of God, so Brother Aidan is to be respected as he carries Jan and Jon’s child.   He will continue his part in community life as usual until he gives birth.   Brother Bernard believes his due date is 3rd September if men’s gestation period is the same as women’s.   Pregnancy is not an illness so there is no need to make any concessions for him with his condition.   We hope to keep this miracle to ourselves so please don’t go telling others outside our community.   We are hoping visitors to the community will just assume Brother Aidan is putting on weight.
“Brother Aidan, this is a surprise for you too as you only discovered your condition this morning.   Is there anything you would like to share with the community?”
“First of all, Father Abbot, I would like to thank you for the opportunity for the day of reflection as it has enabled me to see God’s will in this.   I realise what a privilege it is for God to use me in this way and am so pleased for Jan and Jon in that they can now have a family.   In the silence afforded me in my cell I recalled a dream I had completely forgotten about.   It might be appropriate if I shared it.   I had it on the night of Advent Sunday.   At the time it was very vivid, but I quickly forgot it, possibly because I didn’t like it.  Should I share it Father?”
“Please go ahead.”
“Well, as I said, it happened on the night of Advent Sunday.    At the time I put it down to my brain dealing in a rather weird way with the events of the previous day.   The first part of the dream was lovely.   I was lying on my bed and bathed in this warm light.   It was lovely and somehow I knew that God would use me for his purposes.   It was so affirming.   I would have dearly loved to remain in that state.
“The only other part of the dream I can remember is the end just before I woke up.   It was the Feast of the Blessed Virgin Mary’s birth on 8th September.   We were all in the chapel for high mass and I had an enormous belly.   It was so grotesque and horrible and I so hated it.  I couldn’t understand where it had come from.   It was so heavy and my habit was really taught across it.   I felt so embarrassed.   Then I woke up in a sweat and, thankfully, quickly forgot the dream.   
“So my weird dream may not have been so strange after all, though I have to say that I know my belly will get bigger but I am no longer disgusted by the thought of a big belly.   It is wonderful to be growing a new life in there (he pointed to his growing bump).   It can get as big as it needs to for the Lord to complete his work in me.   So I say with The Blessed Virgin Mary, ‘Behold, the servant of the Lord.   Be it unto me according to his will.’”
“Thank you Brother.   It seems that God is truly affirming his work in you.   Now would you please unclothe yourself.”
Aidan hesitated.   Brothers were only unclothed, as far as he knew, when they were leaving their orders.  Was he being kicked out being in his condition?
“Remember your vow of obedience to God and the Abbot, brother.   Don’t worry, it is only so that the community can see clearly what God is completing in you.”
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There was another gasp as Aidan took off his habit.   His belly looked far more pronounced than when hidden under a habit.    Even the Abbot was shocked as he had never seen the bump in the flesh as it were.   He called Brother Bernard out and Jan & Jon from their stalls.   Brother Aidan stood before them while they laid hands on his belly and prayed for a successful birth.
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When they had finished the Abbot said “Please reclothe yourself”.   Brother Aidan pulled his habit over his head and was suddenly aware of it catching on his belly has he had to physically pull it down.   Just 3 months ago it fell over his slim body naturally.
Aidan went to pick up his girdle, but the Abbot intervened:
“I think this one will be better.  That one’s getting a little short.” said the Abbot as he handed Aidan a longer girdle.   “This can be your paternity girdle.”
Aidan might well have been embarrassed by such an observation in the past but now he seemed to be able to accept all things relating to his condition.
Later that evening, after the meal, Aidan met Jon & Jan for the first time since they all knew his condition.  It was such a joyous meeting and Aidan was happy to remove his habit so that they could see their very own baby bump.
Brother Aidan told them how pleased he was that they were finally going to be parents if all went to plan.   He was confident that all would go to plan as it was so obviously God’s will.
They chatted about family life and in the course of conversation Jan let slip that when they had first started trying for a family they were hoping to have 6 or 7 children.   Aidan could see that they were certainly still hoping for more than one child and possibly several.   He wondered whether he would be carrying more for them in the future.   He wasn’t sure what he thought about that, so he said,
“In the end it all comes down to what God has planned for you.   I am sure he will enable you to have the family you desire in some way or another.”
At the same time, the Abbot had called Brother Bernard into his office.   He had been shocked by the size of the young brother’s belly when he had unclothed.   So he asked if it was normal.
“Difficult to say,” responded Brother Bernard.  “He is 23 weeks along, so over half way through in the normal way of things.   I would say that if he were female, his bump is well above average for this stage in the pregnancy, but who is to say for a man.   My assessment of the baby is that it is on the large side.   He also seems to be carrying a large amount of amniotic fluid.   This might well be normal in a man.   The cave paintings recovered of pregnant men in Indonesia always show them to be hugely pregnant.   Most commentators think this is just an exaggeration, but it may not be.   Who knows.   We are on unknown ground here.   We don’t even know how long men carry for.”
It certainly gave the Abbot food for thought.
The Abbot was pleased, but amazed at how quickly the community settled down again after the amazing revelations of 13th May.   Brother Aidan seemed much more relaxed than he had been for a couple of months - back to his old self in fact and got more serene by the day.   The community as a whole behaved as it always had before one of them got pregnant.
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Music BEOMGYU listens to, sings and writes
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The TOMORROW X TOGETHER member shares his views on the power of music
Having grown up with music around him, BEOMGYU has since become an artist himself and takes on the role of DJ on his Weverse radio show, Beom’edio, to discuss his musical thoughts, feelings, and tastes with his listeners. You can tell how serious he takes music by how he carefully combs through lyrics to pick out songs that perfectly reflect the stories he hears from fans. BEOMGYU’s already been an idol for five years, but he’s still passionately exploring his musical side, looking to get better at playing guitar and writing songs. He lights up when he talks about the power of music, and wants to be the one to show people just how powerful it can be. As you’ll see below, BEOMGYU’s musical world keeps on growing up and outward.
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A friendly, chill time with the host of Beom’edio BEOMGYU: Hosting a radio show was always a small dream of mine. I wanted to hear stories from listeners and give me thoughts on them, talk about my own experiences—just chill like that. I was on a number of radio shows after debuting, both as a one-time guest and over a few episodes, and that led to me setting myself a goal to have my own radio show some day. I don’t put in a huge about of prep for the broadcast—just get excited thinking about the stories I’ll get to hear and think about what I should tell them. I’ve seen MOA worry about me before, like, Is something wrong with BEOMGYU today? He looks a little down today. But it’s not like that—never. (laughs) I’m always pretty quiet when I’m not working on camera and even more so when the other members aren’t around. I keep reminding the fans that keeping things chill and low-key works nicely for me.
Choosing songs for MOA after a long, hard day BEOMGYU: I read people’s stories, look up lines from songs that have made me feel better in the past, and try to pick out the song that matches best to play. I recommend these songs to MOA after they’ve had a long, hard day in hopes that it’ll be a good way to bring it to a close. Sometimes just a single little song can be a huge source of relief after a really tough day, you know? And I really love hearing people talk about their lives. When I recorded the third episode of Beom’edio for my birthday, there were a lot of stories about birthday traditions I forgot about but that I’m sure I used to do, like eating seaweed soup. And I remember there was someone who talked about how they turned things around and wrote their parents a letter on their own birthday and their mom cried while reading it. I learn things from reading MOA’s stories and get wrapped up in their emotions, which I feel like gives me more emotional depth.
The feel-good beauty of comforting indie music BEOMGYU: When I was a trainee, I listened to “Photograph” by offonoff a lot, and practiced singing it, too. I would listen to it at night when I was alone and that helped calm me down. I really loved that. That’s when I started really getting into indie music. I still listen to it today. To me, indie music feels like it’s either really poetic or really straightforward. When I’m listening to music, or when I’m writing my own lyrics, I like a song where the words alone can make you feel better, even without any melody. A lot of the songs that gave me support when I felt anxious or down were indie songs, so I listened to a lot of them. That’s why I play indie music for MOA so often on Beom’edio.
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Heo Hoy Kyung’s cover of “Anti-Romantic” BEOMGYU: I said on Beom’edio before how “I think the power of music is amazing.” When I experience emotional uncertainty, I really rely on the power of music. It can be especially tough being in unfamiliar places when traveling abroad. So, before I get on a plane or go up on stage, I need some alone time. And in times like that, I always listen to Heo Hoy Kyung. I was so happy when I saw recently that Heo Hoy Kyung sang a TOMORROW X TOGETHER song on Lee Hyori’s Red Carpet and talked about me. (laughs) She sang “Anti-Romantic,” and that song means a lot to me because I worked really hard on the lyrics and I feel emotional whenever I perform it. I was with my parents when she covered it, and I kept bragging and showing it to them. I listened to her cover on repeat until I fell asleep. (laughs) If I ever get to cover one of her songs, I’d like to try doing “So life goes on”!
Songs that bring BEOMGYU back to a special time BEOMGYU: My taste in music is heavily influenced by what I listened to with my dad when I was young—listening to ABBA songs like “Dancing Queen” and “I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do” early in the morning, or “Piano Man” by Billy Joel. Even now, whenever I listen to ABBA, I still picture waking up at three or four in the morning with my dad and driving to Taebaek. And my mom used to play IU’s album A Flower Bookmark on a speaker every morning. Whenever I hear songs from that album, I think about the times I woke up rubbing my eyes. That’s part of the reason why I bought a copy on vinyl. Sure, you can just listen to music, but it also makes memories last longer, you know? It makes them memorable. That’s what makes music so special.
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BEOMGYU’s approach to songwriting BEOMGYU: When I write a song, I always, always, always draw on personal experience. When I go to write a song, if I can look at what it’s about and relate to it and go, I’ve thought that before, or, I’ve dealt with this before, then I can get really into writing about it, but I don’t really write about things I haven’t personally experienced. I don’t feel really confident about writing about emotions I haven’t personally felt. Everyone has their own approach to writing songs; this is just the style that’s worked for me so far. I don’t sit down to write songs—I’ll just be walking along or washing my hands in the bathroom when suddenly an idea hits me and I make a quick note on my phone or hum the melody and record it. I try to take my thoughts and feelings about my experiences and turn them into songs.
What BEOMGYU wants to preserve through his music BEOMGYU: It feels like lots of people are so busy living their lives that they completely miss out on the things right in front of them. Even me: Until just recently, I was so involved in the things I’m working on that I never properly got in touch with my parents or with my friends. But then, this year, I realized something. I’ve been in Seoul for something like seven or eight years now, and I feel like I’m missing out on so much. I need to look around myself more and take better care of the people around me. There’s a song by LANY about parents called “if this is the last time.” We always think of our moms and dads as these strong superheroes who always win in the end, but at some point you realize they’re getting older. I go down to Daegu once a year to see my parents, and every time I do and I see they’ve gotten a bit older, it really hurts to think about—because, even though everybody gets older, I wasn’t there to watch it happen and I couldn’t pay enough attention. And I want to preserve this realization I made earlier this year by writing a song about it.
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A growing appreciation for “Skipping Stones” BEOMGYU: In a previous Weverse Magazine interview, I mentioned that “Skipping Stones” really lets me show off my vocals, but to be honest, I wasn’t confident about that from the start. When I heard we were going to have an indie song, I had no idea it was going to sound like that. It felt all new. It didn’t sound like what I’m used to hearing from indie. But SOOBIN absolutely loved it. That’s when I realized how many different styles there are within indie, and over time, I really came to love it.  And it sounded even better with our vocals. My vocal parts were higher than I usually sing, and it feels like the way I pushed myself to sing it actually brings out the emotion better. It doesn’t normally feel so emotional if the singer can effortlessly hit those high notes. (laughs)
Songwriting always begins with a guitar BEOMGYU: Guitar is one of those things I can never leave out of my music. And actually, every time I write a song, it always begins with the guitar. I honestly think songs without guitar in them feel flat. (laughs) There’s something comforting about an acoustic guitar—and electric guitars make you feel energetic. I’m still looking into guitar lessons, too. I’d love to keep taking lessons, but it’s hard to find time with all the promoting and touring, unfortunately. But I fell even more for the electric guitar while practicing the song “Wonder” for the latest concert. Learning to play electric guitar better would vastly widen the spectrum of music I could write, not to mention my ability to express those things on stage. I want to get better so that I have more to offer. Practicing guitar empties my head of distraction and instead fills it up with determination. (laughs) Like, I gotta do this.
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Packing five years into minisode 3: TOMORROW BEOMGYU: Preparing for this comeback was the busiest we’ve ever been, without question. (laughs) All I was thinking about while recording the vocals was, I really have to do a good job here. I just thought, the better I do it, the better the message gets across. “Quarter Life” was the song off the album that most closely aligned with my tastes at first, but now I’m loving “Miracle” the most. “Quarter Life” is a unit track with Kai, TAEHYUN, and me, all of who love the sound of rock music, so we were extremely excited to try something like this. I actually thought about doing rock music with Kai all the time, and I wanted to do it with TAEHYUN too because he has such an amazing voice with a wide vocal range.
Shared tastes in music among the group members BEOMGYU: SOOBIN likes indie music, too, so he recommends a lot of songs to me. He’ll send me, like, three songs and then two days later come ask me, “Did you listen?!” But the truth is, I don’t always check them out right away. (laughs) If I say, “No yet,” he pushes me, like, “Just listen already! Listen to them right now!” (laughs) SOOBIN’s really broadened my taste in indie. Sometimes when I’m with him and see how he listens to music, I think, Wow—this guy really loves his indie. Of all the songs he’s sent me, my favorite was Kim Hyunchang’s song “Nothing but Morning,” which I talked about on Beom’edio. I think Kai and I click musically too. Both of us used to play instruments and we love rock music.
Speaking up through indie music BEOMGYU: I’ve mentioned before that I have a personal goal where “I hope I can engage in indie music in the future.” While I do work on and put a lot of thought into TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s music, I’m also constantly thinking about what my music is like. So, when I have a little more time and my skill levels improve a bit, I want to think about what kind of music it is I truly want to do and try to write my own music. Learning guitar is another part of that dream. Those songs you hear where they play the guitar and softly, softly sing about the things they want to say, and they make you feel good? That’s the kind of music I want to make. Music that says what I want to say.
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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 6 months ago
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bday fic options! they try on clothes together and try to figure out their style now that they're in their innkeepers era; they're making out and it's starting to go somewhere but they keep getting distracted (stede in particular keeps wanting to info dump a bit); started watching a movie, got horny, bon appetit.
Whoo! I was so absolutely enchanted by the image of them trying on clothes together that I couldn't NOT pick that one (although there might be an additional pwp in the works where Stede accidentally edges Ed for half an hour because there's a documentary on TV).
“You can tell me that you hate it.”
“I do not,” Stede said, choosing his words very carefully, “hate it.”
“Alright, but you did that bitchy little thing with your face.” Ed raised his eyebrows, then let his breath out through his teeth. “Like that. And I asked for your honest opinion.”
“Alright.” Stede looked Ed up and down. “I love the fishnets.”
“Yeah, me too -”
“Do we think maybe the fishnets and the tights are a bit much? Together?”
“Fuck,” Ed sighed, letting his head thunk directly against the doorframe. “This is fucking hard.”
“You’re putting so much pressure on yourself, love.” Stede reached out, sighing in relief when Ed immediately slumped into his arms. Ed was trying so hard, but the huge baggy sweater paired with the flowy skirt that was so long it was hard to even see the fishnets-tights combo wasn’t exactly the height of fashion. “Not every outfit has to be
all this.”
“I’m hopeless,” Ed groaned, somewhere around Stede’s left nipple.
“Idea,” Stede said, and he and Ed started sorting their clothes into piles.
They both balked at the idea of throwing anything out. That felt too permanent. But they got a nice big box that could fit under the bed, and Ed’s Blackbeard leathers were the first things to go in it.
Stede was a bit surprised when Ed’s old black t-shirts, too, went into the box, but he was careful not to pass any judgment. Ed deserved to be able to decide his new style for himself.
Innkeepers didn’t really have a dress code, was the thing. And they both had a bit of a lot going on in their heads. Stede had gone from aristocratic finery straight to pirate-chic, and Ed had never really had a chance to figure out his style past the Blackbeard image. They’d both been buying new clothes nearly every time they went to the market, but they’d been a bit scared to really try them out.
In hindsight, suggesting that Ed come right out with an outfit that felt “him” was probably a bit too much to start with.
Once everything was sorted

“Huh,” Stede said, looking down at his pile. He actually found he liked the low-necked pirate-y shirts very, very much, so those had stayed in his “innkeeper outfits” pile (“innkeeper outfits” felt much easier than saying “clothes that feel like me"). The leather pants could go into the box, except for one pair that he might bring out for
special occasions (Ed really liked nuzzling his face against his bulge before a blowjob in those pants. Sue them). Stede really did just prefer breeches and stockings - you couldn’t deny the amazing things they did to his calves. He had a few new cravats, in showy shades of red, and he didn’t want to give up his leather boots but he wasn’t about to pass up a few pairs of heels with fun bows on them.
“Whoah,” Ed whispered, and Stede turned his attention to Ed’s pile.
It was colorful, which was Stede’s first impression. Lots of cropped shirts in shades of pink and purple, a few plain, light linen breeches. Comfy wraps, skirts, even a sundress that he hadn’t been quite brave enough to try on yet but Stede knew would look amazing on him. A few low-necked, frilly shirts, too, things that were fun and swooshy. 
“Do you think that this is
” Ed cleared his throat. “Too much?”
“Just right,” Stede promised. “Wanna give it a go?”
Ed’s eyes widened. “Now?”
“Just for us,” Stede assured him. “Just for fun, right now.”
Ed looked at him, appraising, and when he finally nodded, the two of them couldn’t really stop giggling as they helped each other get dressed.
Stede chose a low-necked shirt, some fun matching pink breeches, and a pair of stockings that hugged his calves just right. Ed picked out a crop-top, one of the longer skirts with a fun pattern of strawberry plants, and some warm knitted socks.
They took each other’s hands as they walked to the mirror.
They looked
light. Comfortable. Them.
“Couple of cool dudes, right there,” Ed said, laughing to hide how he was getting a bit choked up.
Stede grinned, wrapping a hand around Ed’s waist.
It was nice, to look in the mirror and see them both looking so happy. So at home with themselves.
Stede thought he could get used to it.
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thetypedwriter · 9 months ago
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Divine Rivals Book Review
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Divine Rivals Book Review by Rebecca Ross 
I have a feeling this book review might be short and sweet (quite unusual for me). 
Divine Rivals is one one of those books that I avoided reading because it had so much hype. It’s been topping the New York Times Bestseller’s List for weeks and I just
couldn’t believe that it was worth all the attention it was getting. 
I was wrong, but in my defense, the last book I read with tons of praise and accolades was Fourth Wing and that book was certainly not worth the recognition in any way, shape, or form. 
Divine Rivals, however, to my utmost surprise, was a super enjoyable read, probably one of the best that I’ve read in awhile.
My school librarian (I work at a high school) finally convinced me to read it as she flew all the way up to Washington to attend Rebecca Ross’ book signing and couldn’t stop singing its praises. 
As a fellow YA reader inspired by her dedication, I finally bought Divine Rivals with lingering reluctance. Very quickly though, that reluctance turned into relief and then that relief transitioned into a rave review. That brings us to the present. 
Divine Rivals is a true enemies-to-lovers. I feel like YA has been so over saturated with enemies-to-lovers lately, but they’ve all been subpar and disappointing.
The so-called “enemies” stage lasts all of five minutes before they immediately become lovers. Divine Rivals actually was a true enemies-to-lovers, and a good one at that. 
Additionally, the main characters, Iris and Roman, don’t suddenly change their feelings for one another overnight. It’s a slow realization of coming to terms that the vitriol they felt for each other was always a razor’s edge away from love.
They’ve always had passion, always driven each other, and that is what makes the best enemies-to-lovers: the deliberate and almost imperceptible change of hating one another to loving one another and then realizing it’s not all that different in the end. 
Speaking of Iris and Roman, I like them as characters. Were they the best, most amazing characters of all time? No. But they were genuinely good. 
Iris is passionate, caring, and brave. Roman is dedicated, persistent, and loving. My only gripe is that I do think Iris and Roman are a little too perfect.
The worst thing Roman did was fall asleep while his little sister was sleeping, only to have her drown. While this is terrible, it was also an accident. It wasn’t actually anything intentional on Roman’s part. 
I do think Iris has more moments of selfishness perhaps, especially when thinking about Forest and how she’s been left alone, but even then it’s very understandable and not even that bad to begin with. 
They’re both almost unflinchingly brave, kind, and altruistic, which is quite bothersome, but in this case it’s not a huge gripe that I have. 
Other than the actually good enemies-to-lovers story device, my other favorite part of the novel was the plot, which astonished me, especially considering that this is a war novel. 
I don’t like war. It’s violent, brutal, and heart-wrenching. Thinking about it, I don’t believe I’ve actually read a YA novel centered around war before.
For that reason, I appreciated its uniqueness, especially in the sense that Roman and Iris were war correspondents and not soldiers.
I thought that was an interesting detail to include, one for the better as then we got to see the cruelty and ferocity of war, but it didn’t take up the entire book and we got to explore other avenues as well—like the support side of war, their life before the war, etc. 
Iris looking for her missing-in-action older brother was a great plot point as well, one that really drove her character and fueled a lot of her actions. Roman’s motivations were a bit weaker, as the unwanted arranged marriage as a device is a bit overused in my opinion.
He essentially just followed Iris because he liked her, but it would have been good if he had other reasons to motivate him other than his feelings for Iris. 
The other characters in the novel are fine and play their roles well. However, I will make the blanket statement that they don’t really matter in any significant way.
Marisol, Attie, any of the soldiers—they’re stock characters without too much development. 
But that’s okay. While I would have liked a little more development of Attie’s and Iris’ friendship, the focus really is on Roman and Iris and I accept that. 
One facet of the novel I really liked was the small, almost easy-to-forget casual moments of magic. Fantasy elements are present throughout the whole novel, but they’re small, curious tidbits instead of huge game-changing elements—until the very end at least. 
For example, the whole war is between two gods. You get this backstory as a reader that there used to be hundreds of gods, but that humans banded together to kill them.
Eventually, only the most powerful gods remained until they were murdered as well, put to rest, and buried in graves
until now. Two gods, Enva and Dacre, have risen and are ranging war, gods with a twisted past and even more twisted feelings. 
The backdrop of the war is unique and interesting, but never too heavy. You get some exposition here and there, the occasional myth that crops up, but that’s it.
I cannot state how much I appreciate Ross’ world-building here. It’s light, but intriguing. It molds the story, but doesn’t require massive amounts of chapters of mundane explanation. 
It’s perfectly well-executed. 
Even the magic part is interesting. It’s mentioned here and there that magic exists, but in small, unceremonious doses. An odd door here, an alley there, a magical typewriter—nothing huge, but instead these small details that just add to the world and make it special. 
I have a feeling that we’re going to learn more about the gods, their backstory, and the magic system in the next book and I can’t wait.
One of the only things that downgraded this book for me was the ending. Spoiler alert for moving forward, as I will be discussing the conclusion in intricate detail. 
It is beyond frustrating to me when authors take the whole book to finally get two characters together, two characters that they know their readers are rooting for and can’t wait to see, and then finally deliver it only to shatter it one second later. 
For instance, it takes Roman and Iris nearly the whole book to come to terms with their feelings and be shaped by world events before they finally unite in holy matrimony (literally). It’s beautiful. As a reader you are overjoyed at finally having reached this point. 
Then, through flimsy excuses, Ross separates the two almost immediately with the insinuation that Roman will turn into Dacre’s war puppet and they will once again have to fight to find each other and be together. It’s my guess that this will take the entire next book. 
It is so baffling and aggravating to me when authors do this. We want to see Iris and Roman together. That’s why we’re reading. Let me see their relationship blossom. Just because they got married doesn’t mean the story is over.
Marriage is hard. Let me see them navigate this new stage of their relationship. That would be so interesting and just as complex.
When you separate them literally a few hours after they get married we get to see nothing. 
What is the point?
You’ve undermined all the progress you’ve made throughout the whole book and now we’re back at square one.
Iris literally is back in Oath, her hometown, living in the apartment where she started, working a journalist’s job. 
It is beyond excruciating to feel like the progress, feelings, and events of the first book are all but wiped away just so that Ross can have something to write about again?
I’ve said it before and I'll say it again: couples can get together and still be interesting. It’s not just about getting together, but staying together. 
Urgh. 
Up until the ending, I was so into this book. While the ending didn’t ruin things, it really annoyed me to know that we will now take the whole next book to find Romana and he probably won’t even be his full self. 
I can see it all clearly laid out. If this is not the case, I will be pleasantly surprised, but I don’t count on it.
I didn’t even get into the bit of Iris not recognizing Roman and mistaking him for Forest, but I’ll leave at: it was stupid and not believable, even with circumstances presented. 
In general, other than the ending, Divine Rivals is fantastic. The morsels of magic that leave you wanting more, the successful enemies-to-lovers with a payoff (until it’s immediately ripped away from you), the background of war and raging gods—it’s all sublime in the best way possible. 
Recommendation: If it gives you any indication on how I felt about this book—I already started reading Ruthless Vows and I can’t wait to sink my teeth into it and devour it from beginning to end. 
Score: 8/10 (would have been higher without the idiotic and cliched ending). 
P.S. (Turns out my book review was not short and sweet. Whoops.)
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charlidos · 8 months ago
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"With Mr. Mortensen, Bloom "lost" himself in the New Zealand wilderness. 14 hours later they both returned to the LotR set bruised and thirsty and with a photo that's reputed to be the best ever taken of Orlando. If Mortensen would only release it."
In the myth of Viggo and Orlando's adventures in New Zealand and Middle Earth, this is my favourite legendary tale; two men getting lost and spending a night in a New Zealand rainforest, a "moonless night" 24 years ago. The leader of the pack taking the eager young pup on an adventure, Viggo the romantic renaissance man and Orlando's I'll-follow-you-on-any-adventure adoration. It is indeed the stuff of legends. And like all legends, the story changes over time.
So here's all we know, all we can guess and all we can blissfully imagine.
To begin with, the video interview is from 2004, and the info that Orlando was the "friend" accompaning him is from 2005. However, when Viggo told the same story back in 2003, he was alone, no friend mentioned.
"One time, I was in the rainforest near the west coast of the South Island. It was on a shooting break, one of those incredibly rare weekends where I actually had a Saturday off. So I just went down there for a day and a night to a place that I'd been to before. I wanted to get to the coast, so I headed into the woods, but it was a bit of a hike and it suddenly got dark. I hadn't brought a flashlight with me, which was a bit stupid, because I thought I knew the trail really well. But then I got lost. There was no moon and it was overcast, so it was just completely pitch black, especially as the vegetation was really dense and thorny. But I did have a camera with me, which had a flash, and a couple of rolls of film. So I used the flash to try and find my way out. For a second you could see everything around, so I was using the flash to try and find the trail. I kept thinking, 'It must be around here somewhere', but I never did find it. And then I ran out of film. At some point I was just getting really tired and ended up in a marshy area. I was falling down all the time, getting cut by thorns and I thought, 'This is stupid'. So, I found a piece of relatively high ground and lay down for a little while, until the moon came up. Luckily, when the moon arrived I managed to get my bearings and eventually I was able to figure out how to get back to where I started from. It was a huge relief, but when I showed up back on the set, I really alarmed everyone because it looked like I'd been through a grinder."
How come Orlando joined him on this trip into the wild? I can only speculate (it's what I'm here for, making an epic mountain of a molehill), but Orlando is famously very keen on adventure, so I'm sure he was eager to join. Moreover, he obviously worshipped the ground Viggo walked on (his "guardian angel" who has the skills to basically manage anything. Orlando probably thought "what could possibly go wrong?") and took any opportunity to follow his king. In other words, I don't think Orlando was hard pressed about coming along.
Why did Viggo ask Orlando then? Because he knew Orlando would say yes? Because he knew Orlando would appreciate it, more than the others? Because Orlando was the only other actor having a day off? Because Viggo felt a strong urge to share this beautiful and amazing place with him? Because of the chance to spend quality time with his sweet elf boy?
In Viggo's excellent plan for the hike, they'd be back soon, "in time for dinner". But instead they got lost. Maybe the prescence of the pretty elf prince distracted him? Or maybe he was being overly confident in his abilities, and perhaps wanting to show off a little? Even Viggo will want to impress people he likes, I'm sure.
Viggo brought his camera, photographer that he is. But he also brought an extra roll of film, suggesting he was planning to take a lot of pics. Maybe he wanted to photograph Orlando out in the woods; a beautiful elf in his natural element. But then he seems to quite quickly spend all the film on finding the way, running out before they were even remotely near home. Maybe he panicked a bit? Or maybe he really just wanted to get cool, impromptu photos for a book.
"When I developed the film, which was black and white, there were some really interesting images. The flash had lit up the ground, the foliage and these ferns which are typical of New Zealand. Some of them are almost like negatives because there was this fog and the flash was bouncing off them creating a really strange effect. It's quite unusual because there are these delicate ferns with their little tendrils and all the whiteness around them which makes them look like Japanese prints. I printed off four of them, which I've called Lost 1, 2, 3 and 4. You can see them on the internet."
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(This is the first rendering of the tale, in 2002.)
The fact that Viggo apparently also took one - at least - photo of Orlando, suggests that Viggo either took some photos before getting lost, or he took photos of Orlando, furtively (or mistakenly?), while he was supposed to flash their way home. (But who is it who claims this photo is the best ever taken of Orlando? Orlando himself? Does he have it framed at home, as a treasured memory?)
As it got dark out with no moonlight, they started bumping into things, falling over and getting scratched by thorns and bruised by trees. They obviously didn't get seriously hurt, but maybe Viggo did start to worry for their safety. Like he said, he felt responsible for bringing Orlando out there, if he also got injured, it would have been disastrous. (Not sure if this rainforest also has dangerous animals and insects. Trampling on a deadly snake, walking into a poisonous spiderweb, getting prowled upon by a wild animal.)
The way Viggo tells it, the whole thing has an air of romantic adventure. Just picture them finding a piece of dry land for them to stay for a while. waiting for the moon and the stars to come out. (Or until the sun came up?) Imagine them lying on soft grass in a glade, talking softly, just waiting and enjoying each other's company.
Orlando can't have been used to being out in the wilderness, particularly in a foreign country, so Viggo was likely feeling protective. And I imagine Orlando keeping close to Viggo at all times, feeling safe as long as he could feel Viggo's warm body near. Trusting Viggo to keep them safe. If it was "pitch dark", how did they keep track of each other? I imagine Orlando grabbing hold of Viggo's hand, clutching it hard, his only anchor in a foreign, scary place. When they laid down in that glade, maybe they snuggled in close to each other to keep warm (since any night will most likely be a little cool). Maybe holding each other, for comfort and safety. Dirty, bruised, thirsty, completely lost and sharing a beautiful night together.
I can also see them finally seeing the first light of day, and being able to find their way back, hiking back to civilisation. Returning dishevled, exhausted yet very happy. I can see them, two crazy and adventurous nutters laughing about that night in the rainforest of NZ. And living to tell the wild tale, for years to come.
It's such a beautiful, romantic image. No matter what, I feel sure such an experience is one you keep with you for a long time. Bonding to the two together, forever. And creating a mythical legend to boot.
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sickiesope · 8 months ago
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Hello!! Huge fan of your work! Thanks for all the amazing stories:)
Could I request a sick Yoongi and Hoseok who came down with a sneezy cold after a photoshoot in the rain. It is autumn and both are feeling cold. They kind of take care of each other. Yoongi wakes up with a fever as Hoseok slips under his blankets. He welcomes the younger warmly.
Omgg this request is soo cute! đŸ„° I'm uhhh, still not that good at writing snz but I tried my best here! 😅
Autumn night
Sickies: Yoongi and Hoseok
Caretakers: Yoongi and Hoseok
Hoseok and Yoongi stand in front of the trees with orange and yellow leaves. They're wearing all black and sporting long wool coats. They both embrace each other and the photographer loves their acting. "Yes, that's perfect! Take a few more like that!"
But Hoseok and Yoongi aren't acting; they're actually getting cold and huddling together. But if it also fits the theme of their photos, then that's a nice bonus. The rain came down more than predicted and they just did a fall themed photoshoot.
"Alright, that's a wrap! It's coming down pretty hard."
Yoongi and Hoseok both sigh in relief but also can't wait to see how the pictures turn out. It's been a long day but that's the life of an idol.
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"Well my hair got wetter than I wanted" Yoongi sighs. "But it was still fun!"
Hoseok takes off his wool coat that's now quite damp. He's feeling cold and that wasn't helping. His voice sounds a bit funny "I think my nose is kinda stuffed." *sniffle*
"Yeah, I'm not feeling so hot either" Yoongi is also sniffling to his own dismay.
"I think we were outside for a little too long.. I can't believe we did that in the rain!"
Hoseok and Yoongi help dry each other off. Hoseok pat dries Yoongi's head with a soft fluffy towel, careful not to mess up his hair more. Yoongi gently pat dries Hobi's face. The younger kept looking up and getting rain in his eyes, which Yoongi found hilarious. After a long day outside they're both ready to hit the hay.
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Yoongi is trying to get comfortable in bed but having great difficulty. He keeps randomly waking up and his head feels warm. He's certain that he's catching some kind of cold. He also keeps sneezing and blowing his stuffed up nose, which has been quite annoying.
Hoseok lightly knocks on Yoongi's door that's ajar. "Hyung?" he murmurs.
Yoongi gets startled at the sudden noise but once he sees it's Hoseok he relaxes his shoulders. "Hoba, you're still up too?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry hyung but I can't sleep..and I'm not feeling too well.." the younger says in a small voice.
Yoongi looks at him understanding "awwh, I know what you mean Hoba. Come lay in bed with me, I'm so cold." Yoongi lifts up the blankets and shifts over a bit. Hoseok smiles happily taking the invite. He joins Yoongi in bed and they cuddle together for warmth.
"Hyung, I think you have a slight fever" Hoseok notices. "I think--" he's cut off by a loud messy sneeze. "Ugh, oh my god" Hoseok takes several tissues, not wanting to be seen. Hoseok lost count of how much he's blown his nose. "My nose is a runny faucet. We're gonna need another box!"
When Hoseok gets up to find a new one he's tiptoeing and trying hard not to sneeze too loud. He feels another one coming and tries to muffle it hiding in his arm but doesn't go too well. Hoseok looks at his other members' doors, worried that they'll come out and scold him for making too much noise. But surprisingly no one does to his relief.
While he's up Hoseok makes them both chamomile tea. "Here, hyung" the dancer hands him his mug. "This should help warm us up."
"Ah, thank you Hoba" Yoongi murmurs, smiling cordially. He takes small sips and likes the warmth of it going down.
"I took out the extra blanket. Its fleece so it's soft and comfortable." Yoongi wraps it around Hoseok and himself and they snuggle. "I hope we didn't wake anyone with our sneezing."
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