#the skip from 2am to 4....

[mediumgayitalian]

When Lee and Michael pull him from Chiron's exceptionally dry Ancient Greek lessons, Will is excited. When they drag him down, ducking, behind the stables, as other campers walk by, he is intrigued. When they guide him all the way back to their cabin, sit him on his bed, and then drag two stools to sit across from him, silently, he is still excited.

A little nervous, now.

But excited.

"Will," Michael says, solemn. He presses his fist to his mouth, eyes carefully blank. "Will, you are almost ten years old, now."

Will bounces on his mattress, grinning. "Yeah! I'm nine and fifty-six seventy-thirds." He peers at his brothers hopefully, trying to lessen his fidgeting and appear Regal and Adult. "Am I getting my Dad present early?"

Gods, he hopes so. He has been counting down the days -- every tenth birthday, for every kid, Camp-bound or not, Apollo sends them a gift of gold jewelry, smelted in the heat of the Sun by Holy Hephaestus, jewels handcrafted by the finest artisans on Olympus, blessed by yours truly. Will has been watching in seething jealousy as Michael's signet ring glints every time he pulls back his bow, as Cass' hoops swing when she walks. He hopes the gift is earrings -- he finally convinced Michael to pierce his lobes a couple months ago, and he's tired of the ugly studs. Beckendorf made him promise to let him poke around at whatever Will gets, and Will has been itching to show him.

And to get the jewelry, obviously. That's priority number one.

Lee shakes his head slowly. "No. You will get your milestone when you get it." He exchanges a long, fearful look with Michael. Will picks at last summer's clay bead, with the trident on it. "Speaking of milestones…"

Michael makes a sudden, choked noise, covering his face with his hands and curling forward. Will startles. Lee sighs, looking down for a moment as well. When he looks up again, he meets Will's wide eyes with his teary ones, and places a supportive hand on Michael's back.

"Will…" he looks out to the open window, shaking his head slightly. When he looks back, his face is creased in apology, and his eyes are ringed with pity. Will feels his heart drop. "Have you chosen someone, yet?"

"Chosen?" Will straightens, fists twisting in his shorts. "Chosen someone for what?" Michael makes another strangled wailing noise. Will's breath hitches, and his ears white out. "Lee, tell me! Tell me now!"

"We are a Greek camp," Lee says, finally. "An ancient Greek camp. With ancient Greek customs, kiddo."

He says it softly, apologetically. Like the time a seagull swooped down and stole Will's ice cream, right from his hands, on the beach last week. Will recognizes the hopeless tone of his voice and his heart drops.

"How much did they tell you about…our customs?"

"I didn't listen to the admissions video!" Will confesses, panicked. "I'm sorry! It was so boring! There were a bajillion music numbers and they were all kind of bad no offense and the screen made my eyes hurt and I missed my mom and --"

"Will," Michael says, voice shaking. He meets Will's eyes and Will is horrified to see they are wet.

He has never seen Michael cry before -- not even once.

"It's okay, Will. Some people don't know."

"Tell me," Will begs. "Am I being sacrificed?"

To his great relief, both his brothers laugh, waving dismissive hands as they chuckle. Will sags into his pillows.

"Oh, no, gods no. That would be barbaric." Lee wipes a tear from his eyes. "C'mon, Will, we're a little more civilized than that." He smiles encouragingly. Will smiles, hesitantly, back. "You're getting married."

It takes a long enough moment for the sound to travel and the word to register that Will is sure his hearing aids have gone wonky. He taps them, as though it will do anything, and tilts his head.

"I didn't hear you right. What did you say?"

"Married," Michael repeats. "By age 10, like all people had to do back then." He and Lee exchange another weighted look. "That, or you have to marry Mr. D." He rushes to assure at Will's panicked shriek; "Only if you don't choose someone in time. You have until you turn ten, so don't worry. I'm sure you'll find someone in time. You'll have most of the summer, anyway."

There is a moment where Lee and Michael murmur to each other, nodding. "Yeah," Lee says, mostly to himself. "You'll be fine." To which Michael responds: "Of course, of course. I mean, we did it."

Will sits there, frozen.

"I can't get married!" he cries, coming back to himself. He begins to hyperventilate. "I'm -- nine! I'm a kid!" He looks to his older brothers, blue eyes big and watery. "I don't even know how to file my taxes yet!"

Lee and Michael are sympathetic. They move forward, immediately, one on either side of him; Lee slides a squeezing hand around his shoulders, Michael pats him on the leg.

"It'll be fine, squirt," Lee soothes. He gestures across them. "I mean, me and Michael found somebody. It all worked out."

"You're married?" Will chokes out. His breaths come quick and shallow, despite Lee's comforting hand. "Michael is married?!"

"Watch it, twerp," Michael warns, at the same time as Lee says: "It was a challenge and a half, but yeah, Michael is married."

Will glances quickly down. There is no ring on either of their left hands, but they must notice him looking, because Michael snorts, pinching him on the knee.

"We just told you it's an ancient Greek custom, dumbass. Rings were invented later. We just…" He makes an incomprehensible gesture with his ringless hand. "Followed the book, completed the rite, etc, etc. Boom. Matrimony."

Lee nods. He rubs Will's shoulder a final time, encouragingly, before pulling away enough to give him space to breathe.

"You'll find someone, Will. We just thought we'd warn you because it didn't look like you remembered yourself, and we don't want you to have to…well."

Will shudders. Vaguely, in the back of his blurry, blurry memory, he can recall someone saying something in a video somewhere about partners and their importance in Camp. He had not paid attention, and he curses himself for it, now -- he almost had to marry Mr. D. Mr. D. who is rude, who smells like vinegar, who always has something in his teeth, who sleeps all day and drools more than a waterfall, who scares the satyrs on purpose and never even says sorry. Who is mean and gross and the worst ever.

"Thank you," Will says, tearfully. He grips his brothers' hands in his small fists and shakes from his spot between them, almost-life flashing in front of his eyes. If his brothers hadn't warned him, Mr. D. would have made him rub his stinking feet and feed him grapes for all eternity for sure. There wouldn't even be breaks for episodes of Star Trek. He shudders. "Thank you."

His brothers return the half-hug, although Michal sighs about it. He is too short to see the smirks they flash above his head.

"Anytime, twerp."

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next

[nhmkhnh]

FRAT RULES, FUCK HARDER.

PAIRINGS: dom!frat girl!vi x sub!fem!reader

PREFACE: you’re the pretty girl she swore she wouldn’t fall for… and now she’s showing up to your 8am class in yesterday’s hoodie and a hickey the size of zaun.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: uhmmm i don’t even know what’s up with me lately, guess i’ve officially entered my smut era hahaaa 😭 like... who would've thought?? there was a time i literally didn’t know how to write smut at all—if past me saw what i’m writing now, she’d be absolutely shooketh 😭💀

WARNING(S): lowercase, explicit content (minors & men dni) TAGS: strap-on sex ;; hoodie kink (?) ;; possessive!vi ;; cocky!vi ;; party sex ;; mirror sex ;; jealousy sex ;; overstimulation ;; public teasing ;; pet names (r: baby/princess) ;; vi has a strap collection don't ask me why. navigation.

1. vi meets you at a mutual party and makes it her life mission to get your number by the end of the night. she’s obnoxious about it too—grabbing the aux, playing some sexy slow jam, leaning on the doorframe with a red solo cup like,

“this one’s dedicated to the girl in the corner with the skirt i’m tryna take off later.” you swear you’re not into her. and yet.

2. she’s the type to crash your sorority movie night just to sit beside you, smelling like weed, cheap perfume, and danger. she’ll whisper things like:

“this plot’s shit… bet i could give you a better night in twenty minutes.” and you hate how your legs press together every time she smirks.

3. she wears crop tops with her frat letters, loose sweats slung low, calvin’s peeking out, and a backwards cap. tongue piercing glinting. she chews gum like sin. she knows exactly what she looks like when she sprawls across the couch and says,

“c’mere, i’ll make you forget your gpa.”

4. she rizz texts at 2am like:

“u up?” “u want sum chaos or sum comfort?” “im outside. bring ass.” and when you open the door? she's shirtless under her zipped-down hoodie, biting her lip, eyes red-rimmed and so so needy.

5. frat girl!vi always smells like beer, cologne, and sweat—but like… in a way that makes you insanely feral. her room's a disaster, but her bed is soft and warm and always has a hoodie of yours she "accidentally" stole.

6. she calls you “princess” and “baby girl” in public, throws her arm around your shoulder at parties and growls in your ear,

“bet none of these fuckers know what you sound like when you’re begging.” you shove her but your face is burning.

7. vi fights anyone who flirts with you at a party. straight up pushes a guy back by the chest like,

“back off, bro. she’s not single—she’s mine.” you haven’t even officially dated yet. that doesn’t stop her from marking you up every damn weekend.

8. she drives you to 8am class in her beat-up bike, still in her boxers, still buzzed from last night. one hand on the throttle, the other on your bare thigh, saying,

“why don’t you skip today and let me fuck that pretty brain right outta your head?” ma’am. please.

9. her tattoos peek out of her tank top when she’s lifting weights in the frat basement gym, smirking when she catches you watching. she drops the barbell and says,

“wanna ride something heavier, sweetheart?” the girls' bathroom has never recovered.

10. she makes you sit in her lap at every frat bonfire. she’ll wrap her arms around you and kiss your neck in front of everyone like it’s a damn claiming ritual, while whispering,

“tell me who you belong to, baby. c’mon. say it.”

11. frat girl!vi has zero impulse control when she’s drunk. she’ll pull you into a closet during a party, lock the door, and say,

“seven minutes in heaven? nah, we’re staying until your knees give out.” you emerge half an hour later. hair a mess. nobody questions it.

12. vi loves taking you to parties just to show you off—hand on your waist, other hand low on your back. she tells everyone,

“y’all can look, but if anyone touches her? you’ll be drinkin’ outta a straw ‘til graduation.” and then she turns to you and grins like the devil.

13. when you're studying in the library, she slides in beside you, unzips your hoodie just to leave hickeys on your collarbone. says,

“you’re doing great, baby. just needed to leave my signature, y’know?” you’re late to lecture. again.

14. she gets banned from your dorm after sneaking in one too many nights, but she still climbs up your window with the dumbest grin.

“romeo who? let me in, babe. i brought snacks and strap.” and you always let her in.

15. she gets absolutely feral when you wear her frat hoodie and nothing else. throws you on the bed and growls,

“you’re reppin’ my name now, huh? let me show you what it means to wear those letters.” and babe… you don’t walk straight for two days.

ཐི❤︎ཋྀ smut bonus:

1. vi has a whole-ass drawer labeled “emergency strap kit.” no, seriously. it has lube, multiple harnesses, cute pastel-colored toys and an engraved one she calls “the finisher.” if you're ever alone in her room too long, she’ll lean in with that low rasp and go,

“pick your poison, sweetheart. we’re not stopping ‘til the sun’s up.” she means it too. you’ve cried on that mattress more times than you can count—always in the best way.

2. she’s obsessed with eating you out while you’re still wearing her clothes—especially those loose-ass sweatpants that hang off your hips. she’ll tug them down slow with her teeth, spread your thighs and groan,

“fuck, baby… always so wet for me. look at this mess. i haven’t even touched you yet.” and when she does? you’re shaking. she pins your hips down. makes you say her name over and over like a prayer.

3. she moans when you moan. vi’s a vocal dom—gritty growls, filthy praise, shamelessly unhinged. she’ll be balls-deep in you with her strap, sweat dripping down her chest, hair sticking to her forehead, and she’ll pant:

“you feel that? that’s all mine. you were fuckin’ made for me, princess.” then she’ll grab your jaw and say, “say it. tell me who you belong to.” and if you hesitate? she slaps the inside of your thigh and starts going harder.

4. frat girl!vi loves mirror sex. like, she’ll drag you to her full-length mirror and bend you over in front of it, whispering,

“look at you, baby… fucked-out on my strap, droolin’ on yourself. that’s my good girl.” she holds you by the throat sometimes. not to choke—just to keep you watching. and when you come? she grins, proud as hell, and doesn’t stop.

5. she has this thing where she fucks you on her frat letters jacket like it’s a ceremony. drapes it under you on the bed and says,

“you’re mine now. no one else gets to touch you like this. say it.” and when you do, breathless and ruined, she just goes, “good girl. now scream my name.”

6. vi adores overstimulation. she’ll edge you at first—multiple times, licking you and pulling back, teasing your clit with her fingers and saying,

“you want my strap, babe? then beg. crawl into my lap and beg like a pretty little slut.” and when you finally get it? she makes sure you take all of it. hands on your hips, body flush to yours, murmuring, “you wanted this, didn’t you? be a big girl. take it all for me, baby.”

[hinge]

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[mpchev]

Update on fanbinding dissertation: binding the dissertation itself!

After many days and nights of writing and wrangling footnotes and proofreading (where I couldn't convince my laptop that yes, I meant textualisation, not sexualisation), 'twas time to bind the beasts! In three copies, no less! Which I approached with way too much confidence from my one fanbind experience, and came with many fun little surprises due to the format guidelines I had to follow 🤡

This is going to be a long one, so here's my happy unfocused mug to confirm that it all ends well:

First pickle: The typesetting. I absolutely loved typesetting fanfic, but the dissertation had to be A4 (way less fun, boo-hoo), one-sided, with every page numbered. Did you know that LibreOffice won't let you add blank pages and only number the non-blank ones, without skipping numbers? In order to print signatures I could fold into one-sided pages, only numbered on the right-hand pages, I ended up switching to landscape orientation and including the equivalent of a blank page in the left margin.

Second pickle: The imposing, which I couldn't figure out using the amazing bookbinder with my weird landscape 2-page layout. I finally gave in and rearranged all the pages manually, which looked like p. 1 on the recto / p. 10 on the verso, then p2/p9, p3/p8, p4/p7, p5/p8, p6/p7. And because there was no way I was paying print-in-colour prices for all of this, I further split the manually imposed pages into two files, one for the greyscale printer (cheaper) and one for the colour printer (highway robbery). Still came up to ~£70, just for printing.

Very glad I went in chunks of 10 for the signatures, it made both the math and the folding using sheets from two different piles much easier, highly recommend (if for some absurd reason you also want to bind one-sided numbered pages in folded signatures).

Third pickle: Linear time. Had planned on having so much time to print and bind this thing, but kept writing and rewriting and proofing and oops! It was due in less than 24 hours and it was still not out of the laptop. So.

22/09/24, 6pm: Got to the library, started printing.

6.45pm: Found another printer where all the paper was the same shade of white, started printing again 🤦‍♂️ (kept the the misprints to use as scrap paper when glueing)

7.30pm: Started folding the 150 sheets of paper (3 x 100-page dissertation, 2 pages per sheet). Went from the last episode of The Magnus Protocol, to an episode of Welcome to Night Vale, to deciding restart The Magnus Archive, which felt almost poetic.

9pm: Headed back home, trimmed the edges (with a borrowed guillotine), folded the endpapers, stabbed everything. Lack of pictures to be blamed on my inability to mess with linear time, and the eventual sleep deprivation.

10.30pm, I think? Started sewing the signatures together, again with Supernatural (which I started rewatching when I submitted my first dissertation assignment in mid-May, and finished 2 days after submitting the dissertation itself, again, such poetry).

2am, probably? Tipped the endpapers and glued cheesecloth over the spines. Somehow figured out where to set the three textblocks to dry (I don't have a press). Sadly gave up on sewing on (or glueing) headbands, because time.

3am-ish: Cut the missing cover pieces out of millboard (had already cut 4 of 6 covers, since I knew it had to be A4), measured the spines of the three textblocks and cut those as well.

???am: Did some math, because sure, that's the right time for that. Cut the bookcloth to size, glued the cover pieces on the bookcloth. Remarkably only messed up the measurements on one of them! That means one of the copies has a millimetre of millboard showing in the inside corners of the back cover, but not enough time/bookcloth/millboard to redo it, onward we go!

Way past dawn: Took a break for food while the covers somewhat dried. Cased the three textblocks in the three covers, with the endpapers bubbling, which took me by surprise since it was the same paper and same glue I had used for the fanbind without any problem. I'm now thinking that bigger book = more time needed to apply the glue = endpapers getting warped, but I was so exhausted by this point that who knows. Again, no time to redo it!

9.30am: Stacked the dissertations under the heavy reference books I used to write the dissertation. Toute est dans toute hein. Went to bed while they (mostly) dried.

2.30pm: Woken up by my neighbour's dj set. Eventually put all that hard work in a tote and walked to school to hand it in at 4.30pm.

Fourth and last pickle: The titling. Couldn't find paper long enough to do a half-dust jacket like I did last time. Had big cutout plans, ran out of time and couldn't finish testing those. Also had some thicker textured paper I thought of cutting and glueing to the cover as a title card, but it turned out too thin and was warping. Finally resigned myself to submitting it with a blank cover, but one of my teachers asked if I would mind adding the title on with metallic markers to make it easier to identify (one copy will eventually be on the shelf at the Institute), and I'm SO HAPPY with how it turned out. Metallic markers. Why didn't I think of that. (I did, however, think about dressing appropriately for the occasion.)

So, is it possible to print and bind 3 books in less than 24 hours? Yes! Am I glad I did it? Also yes, very satisfying, love being extra! Would I do it again? God no, I've been sleeping for two weeks and I still haven't recovered. Can't wait to start binding something else though, so I guess it wasn't that bad.

That's it! That's over! Aaaaaah! Now waiting for the grade and comments, and hopefully soon I'll be able to share the content as well.

I'll also try to post some more about the research/writing process itself, somewhere between the late nights reading international treaties on income tax and the early mornings spent figuring out how to apply for a phd next.

Thank you so much to everyone who followed along, this was way more fun than I ever could have hoped!

[ma1dita]

its 2am and im delirious im so sorry but

jealous! (and maybe clingy!)luke x apollo!reader when he sees the same couple of campers constantly coming to you for medical attention over small scratches or feigned illnesses just to get your attention..and reader is just so kind to everyone they’d never refuse to treat anybody no matter how minor the injury, but it drives luke a little mad teehee 🤭

🐥 also happy (late) birthday jo!!

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x gn!apollo!reader

a/n: i will never get tired of bf!luke.

wc: 947

“Be with you in a second, sweet boy!”

Your hands were fiddling with gauze as you brush past Luke sitting on the only empty bed left in the infirmary. And you weren’t even talking to him! Your words were directed to his half-sibling and with all the others waiting for you, it was obvious that you weren’t leaving your shift anytime soon despite his plans for your date night.

“Doc, what about me? I feel sick too,” he mutters into your neck, big hands pulling at your waist and playing with the smock tied around your frame.

“What’s the matter, my love?” You coo, brushing back his mop of hair and looking into his honey sweet eyes. He grins and it’s a bit boyish and quite sinister, all Luke with a definite trick up his sleeve. 

“My heart hurts…. because I pulled a few strings to have dinner with you at the lake and we’re not there right now,” he sighs, hot breath tickling your earlobe, “And I need you to fix me up too.” Cheeky asshole.

You bite your lip and slowly pull yourself away from his embrace, not without kissing the corner of his mouth before the fluttery feeling is weighed down by the reminder of your responsibilities at the sound of a scream from across the infirmary.

The room was filled with campers of all ages vying for your attention and waiting for your gentle hands to tend to everything from a scraped knee to a rising fever (though if you ask Luke, he’s so sure he saw Bradley from cabin 9 standing over the forge in the armory trying to break a sweat earlier).

It was sickening. Someone ought to tell these campers to get in line. Connor Stoll almost skips–excuse me, limps, (now that you’re watching him again) towards Luke with a shit-eating grin at his moody disposition at the fact that he has to fight for your attention.

“Beat it, loser.”

“Baby! Don’t be mean or I’ll ask you to leave. Get up, Connie needs to get his knee wrapped,” you say with a furrow in your brow. Your eyes dart around the room wondering where the rest of your siblings have gone to help you heal these campers, but unlike you, they’ve already clocked out for the day. It’s a wonder how many kids at Camp Half-Blood get brutalized, maimed, or both on the daily, but it’s all in a day’s work of being a child of Apollo.

“Yeah, move it bighead!”

Luke grumbles, rising to his feet and shoving Connor a bit harder than what’s brotherly, so much so that the preteen falls face first into the cot. (Luke thought it was dumb that the kid was acting like a baby since the idiot scraped his knee jumping off the roof of the dining pavilion because Travis and Chris dared him to.)

“OWWW!” he groans, and before you can react, Bradley’s asking for another cold towel and little Lila from cabin 4 starts crying about her sun poisoning from being out in the strawberry field—your shaking hands and wide eyes let Luke know you’re at your limit so he ushers you behind a curtain for examinations.

“Honestly, you’re overworked babe. Take a break,” he says sternly, but softens as you look up at him with a pout and a whole lot of love. He smooths your hair down and hands you a glass of water.

“Just need to see the rest of the patients for the day and send them on their way. I don’t want anyone to be hurt,” you mumble through sips, leaning against the wall and shutting your eyes. To Luke, it sounded like the quicker you get through this the more time he spends with you— and so he moves so quickly that you barely process what he’s doing until you hear various complaints from campers (who are annoyed that their new nurse isn’t as pretty as you and dons a fierce glare and curls that hang over his forehead like a dark cloud).

Nurse Luke models after what he’s seen you do here countless times, but in a way that’s very much his own. He gives out ambrosia and nectar, cleans up booboos where needed, tells Bradley to fuck off and take a cold shower, tapes Connor’s mouth shut, and awkwardly jokes to a kid from cabin 6 that he probably shouldn’t be the one doing stitches or he’ll get a scar that looks like the one running down his cheek. They agree to wait until later, holding bloody gauze to their chin.

By the time you’ve calmed yourself down, you pull back the curtain to see an eerily quiet infirmary (and you’re not sure if they’ve been threatened into silence) but everyone is bandaged, fed and watered—to the best of Luke’s ability. It brings up a sunny smile on your face that reminds him of the first rays of morning light which is a view he never gets tired of, and you finally throw in the towel when Leo and little Will come in for the evening shift. 

A resounding sigh is heard from the infirmary’s patients as you leave with your boyfriend, to which you don’t think much of as you look at Luke like he’s the answer to all of your problems. He kisses you in the doorway like its a cure, whispering sweet nothings and promises of a nice dinner at the lake even if it’s pitch black outside now.

It also serves to those damn kids as a reminder that he’s the one who gets to fuss over you and though he doesn’t like starting fights, boy, does he love ending them, in his own little way.

[jammatown919]

This is stupid late because finals but here are Yasammy pregnancy headcanons for Mother's Day. Most of these come from conversations I've had with a friend.

Yaz and Sammy would have two kids through IVF. Both girls, one carried by each. I haven't named either of them yet, but here's how I think things would go during each of the pregnancies.

Yaz

Yaz carries their first child, about 3-4 years after she and Sammy are married.

Mixed feelings on the pregnancy. She's grateful that she got the opportunity, definitely wouldn't trade it for anything, but she doesn't necessarily enjoy a lot of it in the moment either.

The mood swings are a constant for most of the pregnancy. She's extremely sensitive, cries a lot. Usually it's somewhat manageable but there's a period of time in which she just cannot go a day without bursting into tears and/or getting into REALLY stupid arguments with people, and the only thing that really makes her feel any better is being with Sammy, so they can't be apart for more than a few hours until that passes.

Mostly craves salty things, sometimes in rather unholy combinations.

HAAATES the idea of sending Sammy out to get her cravings if it's at all inconvenient, but Sammy doesn't give a shit. Will get up at 2am to get her wife pickles and peanut butter. Anything for Yaz.

Very restless while pregnant. Doesn't enjoy not being able to ride horses or run as much as she wants to. Goes for a lot of walks with Sammy.

Kind of a brat when she gets moody. Will sit there and pout until Sammy finds the correct combination of things to make her feel better.

Sammy and the Camp Fam plan a really nice baby shower. Cake, balloons, piles upon piles of stuff for the baby. They will not need to buy diapers for a year.

Has a few weeks where she just hates food. Like, all food. Sammy spends a while trying to figure out if it's pickiness or if she wants a specific thing but she just. Will not eat. Anything.

This is really upsetting to Sammy in the moment, and she easily considers it her least favorite part of Yaz's pregnancy. Everything else she was more or less prepared for and knows is normal, but watching Yaz just not eat, having to beg her to take even a bite of her dinner, knowing she's hungry but having her refuse almost everything, worries her severely. She loses sleep over it. Calls doctors several times. Spends significant time and energy trying to find something Yaz finds appetizing or trying to coax food into her. Terrified that something is wrong with her or with their baby.

Then it just stops and Yaz goes back to normal and they have no idea what the fuck any of that was about.

Goes into latent labor in the evening, but doesn't realize for a few hours. Starts getting bad contractions in the middle of the night and has to wake Sammy. They've had a hospital bag ready to go for a month and are out the door in five minutes.

Spends about six hours in latent labor in the hospital. Extremely calm, wishes she'd stayed home and gotten more sleep.

Starts getting freaked out after active labor begins and her water breaks. Gets lots of well wishes from the Camp Fam and her mom is in the waiting room, but she doesn't want anyone but Sammy to be there while she gives birth.

Spends 7 hours in active labor. Cycles between hyperventilating, repeating calming mantras with Sammy, and for some reason trying to go tf to sleep so she can "skip this part" (it does not work).

Very relieved when it's over and she's handed a healthy baby girl.

Does NOT want to be bothered after the fact. Makes Sammy talk to the doctors for her whenever possible. Just wants to hold her baby and take a nap.

Overall it was definitely worth it but she's very relieved when its all over and she can just enjoy her daughter.

Sammy

Carries their second child about two years after the first.

Ecstatic about the pregnancy. Glowing. So excited.

The morning sickness is ROUGH for a hot minute. Yaz spends a lot of time rubbing her back while she vomits.

Mood swings, but not as severe as Yaz's. She gets separation anxiety and doesn't like it when Yaz goes out without her. Also doesn't like for their first baby to be out of her sight.

Scales back how much ranch work she's doing as the pregnancy progresses. Stops riding the horses immediately, stops hauling hay pretty quickly, but keeps up with feeding the chickens pretty much the whole time. While they usually take turns for most things, Yaz takes over most of the work full-time and Sammy gets to be full-time chicken feeder.

Craves meat for about a week despite being vegetarian for close to a decade at this point. Absolutely refuses to eat it regardless. Cries while trying to hit the craving with meat alternatives instead.

Craves an obscene amount of mushrooms for most of the rest of the pregnancy. Goes through them like crazy. They are all she wants at some points.

Despite not being as moody as Yaz, still takes the opportunity to be a little bit of a brat about certain things because Yaz got to. She can't possibly do the dishes tonight. She's simply too pregnant. Yaz chuckles about it.

Says she doesn't need a baby shower since they still have a lot of the baby stuff they need from Yaz's shower, but secretly wants one. Yaz puts one together with the Camp Fam to make her happy.

Spends a lot of time with the animals and giggling about how they interact with her baby bump. They all get protective of her and very gentle around her stomach, especially Bumpy.

Water breaks while she's in the barn snuggling her cows. Has to waddle back inside and tell Yaz it's go time.

Yaz's mom babysits their toddler so Yaz can focus on Sammy.

Unlike Yaz, Sammy wants her Camp Fam with her during this time. They all hang out and chat in the hospital while she's in latent labor.

Active labor starts after about four hours. Insists that everyone keeps talking to her as a distraction. Grips Yaz's hand for dear life.

Five hours of active labor. Alternates between trying really hard to hold conversations and not think about it and just yelling out curses when the contractions get really bad.

Starts crying when they have to take the baby to be weighed and everything. She knows it's necessary and only for a few minutes, but she's tired and overwhelmed and she just wants her baby goddammit!

Asks to be left alone with Yaz and the baby for a little while because she really wants that bonding time before they go home and the new baby has to share her moms with her older sister.

Overall enjoyed her pregnancy a lot more than Yaz. After about a year, she starts a conversation about potentially doing it again since she would be happy to repeat the experience, but Yaz isn't so sure about a third baby. Eventually, they decide they're content with their two daughters.

[chrissyfer]

Don't mind me, I'm just "scribbling something down" because I rewatched Pacific Rim last night and now I can't stop thinking this 😌 (please ignore any typos or things that look a bit weird, I wrote this at 2am and some of the things will probably be edited anyway. Also, feel free to give me some feedback on the idea please 💕)

-Starts in 2015 when massive interdimensional monsters emerge from the breach in the Pacific Ocean.

-Bucky and Steve join the program about 2 years after it was founded and become the perfect team, slaying dozens of Kaiju together and making a name for themselves

~3 years after they joined, Walker joins the program and has a few interactions with Bucky who tries his best to teach the new ones how to pilot a Jaegar but John, in his early 20s at that time, seriously dislikes Bucky and they both end up bickering and clashing every time they are forced to go on missions together, to the point where it even endangers the lives of other people (time duration ~4 years maybe?)

-In the meantime, John meets Lemar and becomes a tag team with him, climbing the ranks quickly

-In 2022/2023 a mission goes terribly wrong and Bucky ends up losing Steve, barely coping with the loss of his partner, he secretly developed feelings for and Bucky ends up taking a 5 month long break while John makes fun of him constantly for it, claiming that "he was never cut out to be a pilot."

-Bucky returns and ends up in one last mission, together with John who is now without a partner since Lemar had to step down thanks to the heavy side effects of the constant exposure to radioactivity because of him being a part of the program for much longer than John, piloting a Jaegar on his own before meeting John

-John and Bucky are a perfect match, drift wise, but not personality wise and their incapability to work together since John absolutely refuses to meet Bucky on the same level results in the mission failing miserably and John loses his left arm in the process, cursing Bucky forever and both of them being forced to retire, also because their failure resulted in the almost complete destruction of the Philippines.

-7 year time skip; John gets a special mechanical arm and secretly begins to experiment with Kaiju related drugs to deal with the pain and the recurring nightmares and trauma he got from the fight for the Philippines, not knowing that the Kaiju cells are slowly building up in his arm, making him part Kaiju, while being out of reach for the Precursors for now.

-While John still works for the military, but somewhere up in Russia (also as a precaution to keep him from interacting with Bucky) Bucky quits the military and travels the world, helping people who lost their homes during Kaiju attacks to get back on their feet, until Nick Fury, who is now in charge of the Jaegar program that was about to be shut down since the governments decided to focus on other plans that now failed, visits him and drags him back because the fate of humanity is on stake now.

-John and Bucky reuinite again, with both of them being "beyond thrilled" to see each other once more and with John never forgiving Bucky for the loss of his arm, which was more his own fault than Bucky's, while Bucky tries his best to stay civil with Walker, which is getting more and more impossible because of his abuse of the Kaiju drugs that have begun to influence his mind, since the cells have combined with his mechanical arm without anyone noticing (like in Uprising)

-The army tries their best to find them partners that are as compatible as they are for each other but fails in the end, so John and Bucky are forced to work together once more, trying to put aside their differences for the sake of the world, successful enough for both of them to develop some sort of "comradeship" which turns into a careful friendship over the following months, the drift bringing them closer together as they learn to understand each other.

-During that time, Bucky learns that John's "resentment" towards him is a result of him being jealous of him and also because his father used to drill John into believing that he would never gain his "approval" until he made himself a name like "Bucky Barnes", so John eventually began to hate Bucky because he knew that he would never be like him.

-John also understands that it's hard for Bucky to work together with him because he reminds Bucky of what it was like to work together with Steve- his sudden departure being something he never got truly over.

-While the drift slowly brings them together, it also raises more questions because Bucky notices that some of John's memories are becoming more and more "dark and blurred", as a result of John being more exposed to the Precursors while John begins to notice that Bucky's memories are showing more and more pictures of them together, laughing together.

-Before they can both address it, they're being sent to another mission to retrieve some Kaiju parts for the research of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, the lead scientist of the newly founded Kaiju defence and John comes in contact with a fresh Kaiju brain that's still functioning which intercepts his brain through the cells in his arm, causing him to collapse with seizures when the Precursors try to force John into a drift with them.

-Days later, John wakes up in a makeshift hospital, hooked up to all kinds of machines to figure out how the infection with the Kaiju cells happened in the first place and with Bucky being severely worried about John, who just "shrugs it off", pretending to be okay, trying his best to hide the fact that he's responsible for the infection that is now visible on his left shoulder, neck, throat and parts of his face. Eventually, he breaks down and tells Bucky about the drugs, who is forcing him to throw them away, reminding him that he "doesn't need them to deal with the pain anymore" (double meaning) since he had him by his side now.

-John, still not quite right in the head after just waking up and with the cells infesting his brain, kisses Bucky in his confusion, backing away from him immediately but with Bucky being glad that it happened and they both end up sharing the bed together for a night (while also knowing that the next mission very likely being a suicide mission since Stark and Banner finally being able to figure out how to close the breach)

-Both of them getting ready to deal the beach "Gipsy Danger Style", by dropping a nuclear reactor and with John acting as the "activator" for the breach thanks to the cells in his body,- but the closer they get to the breach, the harder it becomes for John to keep his mind sane and to steel himself against the grasp of the Precursors who are more than happy about his "arrival".

-The Precursor voices inside his head are getting louder and louder and eventually, John snaps when they manage to fully take over, causing him to throw the entire plan overboard when they force him to attack Bucky, injuring him severely, before he gets back the control over his body and mind, realising what he has done and that the only way for this to end is together with him staying inside the breach when the reactor explodes and with Bucky trying his best to keep him from his suicidal intentions because he can't deal with losing yet another partner.

-In the end, John, who is visibly getting more and more corrupted by the Precursors, forcing Bucky into one of the escape pods, with Bucky being too weak to protest, so he's forced to watch how Walker stays behind while he gets send back up to the surface.

-The breach seemingly closes and everyone celebrates while Bucky is ready to drown himself in the ocean because he lost yet another love

-9 year time skip in which the world seems "safe" from the Precursors since the breach "closed", while Bucky is still haunted by the image of John who sacrificed his life for the sake of the world, until strange events begin to happen, that are supposedly caused by climate change.

-Neither Fury, Bucky or the two scientists believe that this is actually caused by the effects of climate change since the patterns are too similar to Kaiju markings, so they begin to investigate

-Bucky, who is sent to a village in Japan to investigate, suddenly sees a hooded figure that reminds him of John somehow, so he ends up following him up to Mt. Fuji where he makes the shocking discovery that John Walker never died and the rift never collapsed since the reactor never took off because the Precursors were able to get complete control over John's body, stopping the explosion in the very last moment

-Mortified, he's beginning to realise that the Precursors have been using John this whole time as their pawn so he could "prepare their way to dominate earth completely, while also covering the part of the terra forming for them to make the planet livable". Near the crater, Bucky is trying to reason with John, not knowing that the real John Walker has been trapped inside his own mind for over 9 years now, without a way out while being forced to watch how the enemy is abusing his body, studying his human anatomy to improve their own soldiers, creating grotesque Kaiju with the ability to pose as humans, secretly placing them all over earth while waiting for the right moment to strike, killing thousands of innocents in the process

-Their fateful meeting ends with John causing a massive explosion that ignites the volcano, setting up a chain reaction all across the globe and also starting a cat and mouse game of Bucky chasing after John to stop him from destroying the planet- and also to bring him back to humanity and into his arms again.

-In the end, and with a huge amount of incredible luck, they manage to stop the Precursors plans, making them furious enough to release their "last attempt of a ultimate weapon onto the planet", an incredibly grotesque fusion of 5 level 5 Kaiju, forcing John to fuse with them so his controlled body can act as it's "brain" since they still can't cross over completely because of the atmosphere.

-The mega Kaiju is being confronted by a team of marvel heroes (a bit like endgame/infinity war), their main goal being to free John from their control by ripping him out of the Kaiju's skull

-Brutal fight, many injured/death but Bucky manages to break him free in a dramatic moment when he is brought back, by the sound of Bucky's voice, trying his best to keep the Kaiju from moving so the Jaegar can strike- knowing that this would also end his life since he is more Kaiju than human at this point.

-As soon as the brain is ripped free again, another team manages to close the breach in the Pacific simultaneously and the remaining Kaiju begin to die off, collapsing one by one, the mega Kaiju also hitting the ground.

-The dust clears and Bucky wakes up again, after briefly passing out because of the fall and crawls towards John immediately, who is on the ground, breathing heavily and with his body still being fused with the dying Kaiju, until Bucky rips him out, finally holding him in his arms again.

Ending 1, John dies, also wants to die because of what he did

Ending 2, John is saved somehow and spends the rest of his days with Bucky

[n3ssier]

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college au!armin arlert x fem!reader

armin arlert isn't necessarily the type to stay up late playing video games, having even taken a break to focus on his studies. this changes when his lifelong friends eren and mikasa finally get him back online when in need of a fifth player for their five stack, and he's met with a new addition to their gaming sessions, becoming infatuated with her after just one night.

part 2/? - masterlist - part 1 - part 3

a blaring alarm hammers into your ears as you limply swing an arm over to your nightstand to turn it off. slowly opening your eyes, the sight of the time displayed on the alarm clock stirs feelings of disgust within you, 7:30am, really? it was only 4 hours ago that you had decided to shut your xbox off and go to sleep. you've done this far too much recently, staying up until ridiculous hours of the night playing with eren, mikasa, and sometimes jean online, it would've been a lot smarter to get off at 12:30 like how mikasa does to ensure she's well rested for class the next day, yet you always end up staying up late with the others until your mind physically cannot comprehend playing another game.

however, one thing was different last night, you were playing with that new guy, what was his name again, armin? you'd heard the others mention him many times over the last few months, they were always wanting to get him online to play with you all but he was so adamant on studying instead, which you do find extremely reasonable, but eren and jean weren't content with his reasoning, claiming "he doesn't know how to relax anymore" or "he never spends time with us anymore." you were excited to meet him last night, but playing ranked meant you were too focused on the game to chat and you cursed yourself mentally for not saying hi to him once he was introduced to you at the start of the night.

you begrudgingly slump out of bed and stumble through to the bathroom of your apartment, putting some toothpaste on your toothbrush and running it under the tap. you look at yourself in the mirror as you brush your teeth, seeing your bedhead and eye bags formed from the inability to stop playing siege until after at least 2am every night. as you then wash your face, change into an outfit you're content with, and put some light makeup on, your mind lingers to last night. that armin guy was good, really, but maybe not as much compared to the rest of the group. he's probably just rusty, but whenever you were around him he was pretty slow when it came to shooting enemies and you found yourself stepping in to kill them before him. perhaps you were stealing his kills, and you didn't want him to think you were an asshole, but at the end of the day it was just a game, so is it really that deep?

on the other end on town, armin wakes up and reaches for his phone to shut off his own alarm. can't believe i stayed up playing with them until 3 last night, now i'm completely exhausted he thinks to himself. yet as much as he scolds himself for agreeing to play, he known fine well that he'll be back on again tonight, it was just too fun and he's still curious as to what you're all about. brushing his teeth and chucking on some clothes, he grabs a brunch bar to snack on as he walks to class, as well as an energy drink to cope with his lack of sleep.

the campus was bustling as usual, students dragging themselves to lectures with scowls on their faces and coffees in hand. amongst the many others heading to their scheduled classes was you, the headphones playing music in your ears overpowered the chatter of groups of tired students around you and often helped you detach from your surroundings. you take your phone out to skip a song and as you do so, you fail to notice the person approaching you.

a small thud is heard as you walk straight into someone. stumbling back a few steps, you raise your head and begin to apologise profusely but your apologies are cut short as you see hazel eyes belonging to none other than your friend connie springer looking back at you. "chill, y/n! its fine dude," connie chuckles as he see's your alarmed face. your expression softens as you see him with sasha beside him. "oh, hey guys" you reply sheepishly, pocketing your phone in order to hopefully chat with them for a small bit before you all head to your respective lectures. "hi y/n!!" sasha squeals whilst waving at you with a smile on her face. "are you coming to the party im hosting on saturday? it's the first day of spring break so i thought that since we're done with classes we may as well get plastered, you know?" connie then asks you.

your eyebrows raise at his offer, it sounds tempting.. extremely tempting. you hadn't been to a party in a while and it sounded a lot more fun than locking yourself in your apartment with your eyes glued to the tv as you normally do. "sure, why not? who else will be there?" you inquire, curious to see what company you'll have. regardless of who goes it wouldn't really matter because you know you're a fairly social person and besides, it's easy enough to make friends when everyone, including yourself, is drunk. "me, sasha, eren, jean, mikasa, uhhh let me think.. reiner, bertolt, annie... basically almost everyone from our friend group and some other randoms that my other friends are inviting."

you look over to sasha to see a mildly puzzled look on her face before she asks "isn't armin going? i'd assumed he would be since eren and mika are," before connie replies with "oh yea, i hope he does since the rest of our group is coming, but i don't hear much from him anymore and i haven't actually heard anything about him coming, who knows!" he shrugs it off and looks back at you. "be there for eight, okay?" you smile at him and say "awesome, see ya!" before scurrying off to your next class.

mini taglist: @hitcheddreyse :3

[blicketdabest33]

Y'all remember that MCYT PJO au I asked for help with awhile ago? WELL HERE'S THE CABINS AND MY EXPLINATIONS BEHIND THEM!!

#1 Zeus Cabin: Jimmy, Joel Jimmy: He's a Zeus kid, but everyone somehow forgets about it. Joel: He's competitive and strong. Also, because Jimmy is his half brother through godly parent, i get to make a fun bit about him dating Lizzie. And one of his origins in Afterlife SMP was a thunderborn

#2 Hera Cabin: Scott Scott: Scott's whole thing is loyalty. Hera is the goddess of marriage and is insanely loyal to Zeus. However, I feel like Hera should get at least one affair. So now Scott can use peacocks as weapons.

#3 Poseidon Cabin: Skizz Skizz: Poseidon kids tend to be really, really loyal to a fault and heroic, both qualities I think Skizz possesses.

#4 Demeter Cabin: Sausage, Shelby, Bdubs, Stress Sausage: This man built Sanctuary in a jungle and has flowers in his hair. He sells wood. There is no other place to put him. Shelby: Mushroom gnome, spooky mangrove witch, powerful storm witch, i need not continue. Bdubs: Moss man. Stress: SHE HAS FLOWERS

#5 Ares Cabin: Martyn, False Martyn: His planet is Mars, which is the roman version of Ares. He ended Limited Life in such a violent way, i can't help it. He was also red for the majority of Secret Life. False: I just feel like False should get to kill people more often.

#6 Athena Cabin: Grian, Pix, Owen, Xisuma Grian: This sums it up pretty well

Pix: Smart man. Archeologist and definitely a nerd. I wanna see him skipping out on training just so he can read history books. Owen: He likes to explore and discover new things in Pirates. In Rats, he's a tinkerer. In New Life, he's an explorer who wants to study hybrids. In Empires, he's a Llama who's curious about how humans work. Just a very curious character overall. Xisuma: Admin. I'm not elaborating.

#7 Apollo Cabin: Gem, Oli, Lyarrah Gem: She is an Apollo kid because of her Empire in S2. She's the sunlight princess. Apollo kid. Oli: MUSIC. MAN. Lyarrah: She writes the captions for the hermitcraft recap.

#8 Artemis Cabin: Pearl Pearl: Y'know, Artemis could've just like... had a kid, even though she took that oath. It wouldn't even have to be with a guy. Gods can change to whatever gender they want. Anyway, Pearl gets to be an Artemis kid because her symbolism is moon, she loves dogs, and will commit murder and hunt at night.

#9 Hephaestus Cabin: Doc, Mumbo, Tango, Impulse, Cub, Zedaph, Fwhip, Iskall Doc: Redstone Mumbo: Redstone Tango: Redstone Impulse: Redstone Cub: Redstone Zedaph: Redstone Fwhip: Redstone AND has a red scarf (don't ask me how that's relevant) Iskall: Redstone

#10 Aphrodite Cabin: Keralis Keralis: Okay, I don't know why, but Keralis gives me the vibes of a very charming person. His voice is nice to listen to, so imagine how useful it'd be if I gave him charm speak.

#11 Hermes Cabin: Scar, Etho, Joe Scar: Trader Scar, scammer extraordinar. Etho: All i must say is Shady-E's. I get "jack-of-all-trades, master of none, often better than master of one" vibes from him. He's funny, he's mischievous, it just works. Joe: Comedy man. Excellent delivery. And, yet again, i look at this man and go "That right there is a multi-talented man with a habit for mischief."

#12 Dionysus Cabin: Joey, Beef Joey: *points at his season one empires theme* i need not say more Beef: Idk, food. I don't really have a reason. I don't know too much about Beef.

#13 Hades Cabin: Zloy Zloy: Zombie man. He writes the Hermitcraft recaps in the dark at 2am with nothing but pure spite.

#14 Iris Cabin: Katherine Katherine: SHE. HAS. COLORS. and also I couldn't put her in Demeter cabin because Shelby is already there and i am NOT excluding Nature Wives from this au

#15 Hypnos Cabin: Bigb, XB, Wels Bigb: Sleepy stuff, right? WRONG. Gaslight. Go in everyones dreams, make fake prophecies, peace out, and cause chaos. XB: I look at his fanon design, I see an alien, and I go "aha he sleeps" Wels: This guy (@dingdinghq) said so and i completely agree. Something about sleeping in S6.

#16 Nemesis Cabin: Edit: wels not here no more

#17 Nike Cabin: Ren Ren: VICTORY. I don't know much about Ren's story in the Life Series, but I look at this man and see someone who has won a lot.

#18 Hebe Cabin: 

#19 Tyche Cabin: TFC TFC: Man goes mining and gets really lucky. That's it.

#20 Hecate Cabin: Lizzie, Cleo, Jevin Lizzie: Witchy vibes. Also, Arson. Cleo: Arson. She uses her magic for Arson. Jevin: He's a magic slime. Also, Arson. All Hecate kids love Arson.

[feistypuppythatwantstowatchball]

okay. i'll bite. give me the tea on these italian lesbians please???

Here is a little attempt at a full explanation of everything. It's complicated and I only got into it on Monday but here it goes, just skip to the parts you wanna know, i ended it with a nice edit (there are hunderds on twitter);

Show information:

Grande Fratello is the Italian adaptation of big brother, so about 20 people are stuck in a house 24/7. The current season got people who are slightly famous and some are exes from before the game. They broadcast 2 livestreams 24/7 and have one gala each week to eliminate people. The house picks the nominees, the public votes who leaves. So the growing twitter obsession can carry the girls real far.

The Lesbians:

Helena is 34yo, I think a model and minor TV personality, Brazilian, in the game for 3 months and sick of it. Never been with a woman. Has reservations about starting a relationship because of Zeudi's earlier actions and her young age plus she went through a pretty brutal breakup that she is still dealing with. The entire house has been against her for a long time, only now she seems to build a solid support system.

Zeudi is 23yo, former Miss Italy 2021, from Napoli, in the game 1 month and only happy when she is good with Helena. Openly bisexual has an older female ex (not in the house). After doing some dumb/messy shit is now the one chasing Helena. Seems to get along with most people.

Story:

I don't know their history too well but I will give it a go. The general thing is that they fight and make up in a 3-4 day cycle because these bitches cant talk feelings with each other. They can with everyone else but they make each other dumb.

Since Zeudi entered the game there has been a connection between the two, but mostly just friends. Zeudi is in there with an ex and that shit has been messy for the first part of her stay. They have grown closer and closer mostly physically (remember, they dont talk), some light kissing as well.

I dont know the drama from that time so will start from where I jumped in. So last week they had done some kissing outside, and later Zeudi went to her ex and kissed him quite thoroughly. During the gala clips of the week get shown to the contestants so Helena knows about this now too. Turns out, Zeudi did it to make Helena jealous and to see if she would care (girl is afraid helena doesnt feel the same way) . Helena pretends not to care but now that kiss is the reason she doesnt trust Zeudi and is apprehensive to start something with her because she doesnt believe it would work.

Two days ago they had a screaming fight after cuddling for hours. They didnt speak at all yesterday till 2am and then suddenly everything was good again. And today they are acting like a married couple. After the kiss with the ex there is no longer mouth kissing. Helena is afraid Zeudi only wants that part of the relationship and Zeudi says she wants more but would be okay if it was to be only that... THEY JUST DIDNT SAY THIS TO EACH OTHER.

And here is the bestest part, these people sleep in one big bedroom in double beds... ZEUDI AND HELENA SHARE A BED. They have been for the entire time. At night the camera focuses on one bed and no sound. So we simply dont know what they do during that time....

There is so so much more but this is what came to me in the moment, here you have a cute edit:

If you want to follow them and dont know how to get started, here is a twitter list with about 60 accounts that live post everything (clips, edits, translations, memes):

[echoing-locations]

Ok I love prince ballister but please consider prince Ambrosius 👀

(Note I’m not great at writing fan fiction and I’m dyslexic so don’t mind spelling errors 🫡😘)

In this au Gloreth does still become a knight it’s just that’s she’s also made the ruler of the kingdom (I guess town at the time) and from then forth her descendants would take the on crown to “protect the kingdom from monsters and ruin”

1000 years later

Gloreth’s descendants are still going strong with the the heir to the throne being Prince Ambrosius Goldenloin, and it helps with the descendants of the other knights being trained and what not

In this au ballister is still originally from the lower classes in the city and still hopped the fence (wall?) to the institute declaring he’d be a knight

He was given the chance by the Goldenloin’s to be a knight “it will not be easy but if you are so sure you can, I will not be the one to stop you.” The king declared (its like the scene in the movie with the queen)

Ballister then goes to become top of his class and being appointed as the prince’s personal security, (Ambrosius was trained how to fight, the king and queen just don’t want to take any chances)

Through out the years the young prince and Ballister did become friends due to none of the other knights taking a liking to Ballister and Ballister not being afraid to talk his mind when around Ambrosius

Cue movie scenes of them hanging out, skipping gala’s to play video games, walking around the city, them sparring together and Ambrosius winning (bal let him)

They do eventually catch feelings for each other and Ballister just one day goes up to Ambrosius (in private) and says “hey do want to go on a date with me?” And Ambrosius just *ambrosius.exe has stopped working* and after like 3-4 dates they were ‘officially’ dating 

The queen found out after like date #2

Ok on to movie events (kind of)!!!!!!! So instead of Ballister being framed for killing the queen, he’s framed for almost killing the Director 

This would take place at like a charity gala or like those party that happen while a sports game is going on. Knight’s attendance was mandatory (idk why, I’m open to suggestions tho)

In this the laser shooty thing is hidden in his cuff armour pice and the director planed it so that it would go off when he would go to shake her hand or something. So she waited to interact with Ballister until they were in the middle of the room

When it goes off it shoots the director in the chest (leaving her temporarily unconscious) and with the force of the blast ripping off ballisters arm

The whole gala goes quiet and all ballister can see is the look of horror on the prince’s face until he hears a “Knights! Seize him!!” From the king.

Bal begins to run as the knight begin after him but there’s stopped in their tracks by the prince yelling “wait stop!” And he begins running after ballister, the knights comply, which gave ballister enough time to get away, but not with out one last look from Ambrosius

His prince

Anywho that’s all I have for now, feel free to add anything to this au, I’d be so happy to see what other people come up with

Also it’s like almost 2am for me and I have DnD tomorrow

[dangermousie]

Cinderella and 2am and Melody of Golden Age have joined the lengthy list of dropped dramas.

I am not a follower of the sunk cost fallacy and have been known to walk out of a movie halfway if I am bored, so it's no surprise am ruthless with dropping dramas - there are dramas where I dropped them two eps from the end, so 4 out of 10 (Cinderella) or 19 out of 40 (Melody) is nothing.

As anyone who's followed this tumblr for more than five minutes probably knows, I watch a lot of stuff with large chunks on 2x/3x - it takes a truly extraordinary drama for me not to ff at all (Beyond Evil, which I am watching right now qualifies; out of airing dramas for all of 2024 only Eternal Brotherhood and Joy of Life 2 qualified. Even with excellent dramas like Black Out or Heroes or Tender Light or Shen Li, there are at least some bits I watch on 2x.) But it is always a bad sign when I start watching ALL of it on 2x, let alone when I am doing 4x and skipping even then, as I started doing with these two dramas.

I can't really write a long and fun rant about hating them or what's wrong with them or w/e, because tbh I did not hate either of them. I did not find anything in them offensive or massively annoying. I can't point to a glaring issue and go "a-ha!"

It's just - they bore me. That is kind of a worse condemnation than a fun dumpster fire. (I once watched the entirety of a jdrama called Vampire Gigolo and I watch Chinese minidramas, I know whereof I speak.)

The ultimate issue with either is that I don't care for any of the characters - and not as a fancy way of saying I dislike them because that would be some emotion. No, in a plain meaning of I have no emotional investment in them, I don't really care what happens to them. They are fine. They are OK. And I wouldn't care if they all got every dream fulfilled or got drowned in Lee Soo Hyuk's Queen Woo moat. And unless the drama is a rare intellectual feast where I am so invested in the plot or the message that I don't care about being indifferent to the characters (and a fluffy romcom and a fluffy procedural aren't gonna be that), I need to feel something for the characters, I need to be invested. They don't have to be good people, I don't have to love them as people but I have to care about their fate, even if it's to watch them get shanked. (Think The Advisors' Alliance - most of the characters are monsters but they are magnetic and fascinating and I was so so so invested in them.) And here I have none of that. It all feels paint by numbers to me.

They don't feel like real people and that's fine. But they don't feel like interesting narrative constructs either. And time is finite and my watch list is long, so good bye, better luck with other viewers!

[agoodfictitle-shadowban]

From Vormir, With Love - Part 6

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Tags: strangers to lovers, love in space angst on earth, slavery mention, alien abduction, post Endgame, survivor guilt, suicide ideations, will add as we go on

Summary: As you're being chased you crash on Vormir. So far, so bad. But things take a turn when you come face to face with a marooned Black Widow.

Word count: 2.7k

A/n: it's hard to realize how fast time goes by sometimes. Also i know some people are asking for a tag list but i kinda lost track so i'm sorry but i won't make one i think :/

You go back to Clint's the same day, late at night, in the car you borrowed while everyone else went to Tony Stark's funeral. Your dad's words are still resonating inside your mind, despite trying your hardest to ignore them. You don't know what to do, or what decision to make. Lucky for you, something is there to distract you when you arrive in the form of the lights being on on the porch of the house. You frown; it's almost 2am, so you expected everyone to be asleep at this point. But no. You recognize the redhead sitting on the bench and a slight wave of worry washes over you. Why was she still awake? Did something happen? You exit the car and close the door as silently as you can before you join the spy on the porch. She's holding a beer in her hands, and you guess it's not her first one seeing a few empty vessels are down on the windowsill behind her.

"Did something happen?"

Natasha looks up at you with a questioning eye at your worried tone, then it dawns on her she must look pretty miserable, so she shake her head to answer you.

"No, nothing happened. Just… grieving. It feels weird after arboring so much hope." The high of hoping to see their plan succeed against the cost of it. She clears her throat that started to constrict again, and offers you the seat next to her. "Care to join me?"

You agree, and she grabs a bottle to give to you from the cooler on the other side of the bench. You take it and open it in one swift move. She bring her bottle closer to yours for a small toast.

"To saving the world, and the heroes we lost."

"To coming back to a life you don't want," you answer in kind.

You clink your bottles together. Both of you drink. There is a lull in the night that you both enjoy, before you break the silence first. You're hesitant at first.

"You know… for what it's worth, I'm really sorry. It must be really hard."

She sighs after taking a swig of the beer. It stings, the loss, but more so, the what ifs. What if she'd been there, what if she could have saved him. Obviously, it likely wouldn't have changed the final result, but maybe, just maybe… she lets out a sigh.

"Sorry about your reunion with your parents. Sounds like it didn't go so well." She prefers to change the subject. No point in wallowing now. You take the change of topic gracefully, understanding she wishes to talk about something else.

"It went well, actually. We're having a barbecue on sunday. You and the crew are invited."

She snorts, then raises an eyebrow when she realizes you're serious. She tilts her head and pinches her lips. "You know what? Sure, I'll be there. Maybe I can go as your date," she offers with a wink.

Your heart skips a beat at those words and you blink a few times. Your date? Wait, is she serious? You look at her, trying to read her and make sure you're not hallucinating. There is a bit of a blush on her cheeks, but you quickly attribute it to her drinking. She's probably just slightly drunk and teasing you, you reason before you roll your eyes.

"Sure, why not," you answer, now certain that there's nothing serious there. "Just get ready 'cause my mom is going to ask you a lot of questions."

"I faced death and came back, I'm sure I can deal with her. I'm very charming."

You both laugh and you shake your head, drinking more of your beer. You were glad to see that at least she could still laugh even on this heavy day. You have no idea that it's because she feels so much lighter now that you agreed to have her be your date, after she got to reflect on the fleeting nature of life some more, and finally decide to take the plunge one way or another.

"Well, as charming as you are, I think I need to get some rest," you admit with a yawn that you hide behind your hand, your eyes watering with your need to sleep. It is 2am after all. It makes Natasha smiles at how cute you are, right as she nods.

"Alright, I'll join you soon. Oh, and careful in the living room, someone is sleeping on the sofa."

"Explains what you're doing outside." You put your hands on your knees, ready to get up.

"Truthfully? I was also waiting for you," she admits with a slight blush. You're surprised at the admission and almost lose your balance trying to get up. You almost can't believe your ears, but as usual, you decide to ignore the way her words make you feel. You turn around to look at her and try to not notice the way the pink of her cheeks makes you want to caress them and lean forward to kiss her, or how fragile she suddenly looks from where you're standing.

"You were?"

"Someone had to tell you we had another guest." She arches a teasing eyebrow. There is another reason, not so obvious to you, but she likes to keep you on your toes. You laugh behind your hand and nod.

"Obviously. Alright. Good night, Natasha."

She smiles at you, it is more tender than anything she ever said to you so far. "Good night. And thank you for checking on me."

"Anytime."

You then disappear inside the house, careful not to wake up the sleeping form on the couch, and go to your room. You easily fall asleep, and after you do, you're joined by a sleepy redhead who, after a minute of internal debate, finds a way into your arms. After all, you said yes to a date with her, didn't you?

*

You frown as you awaken, feeling something tickling your face. You scrunch up your nose and get your face out of… what was it even? You opened an eye only to be met with red and blond hair everywhere up in your face. That's when you notice that Natasha is in your arms, keeping you warm and cozy and, oh god you're blushing like crazy now that you notice what your hand is. You quickly take it off and get a groan from the smaller woman.

The sound of protest makes you blush even more, so you decide to find a way out of there really fast, or as fast as you can considering that extracting yourself without waking the woman is as easy as taking a bear cub from its mama bear. But, against all odds, you succeed and leave for the bathroom. There, you take the time for your heart to calm down and your blush to recede before heading downstairs.

How did you end up in that position? You aren't particularly cuddly during the night, at least not accidentally, so something must have happened. You just hoped Natasha didn't notice anything.

When you arrive downstairs, you notice that you're not the first one awake. There is a woman with long red hair there too, and you recognize Wanda Maximoff. She must have been the surprise guest who was staying on the sofa last night. You offer her a nod.

"Hi. Y/n," you introduce yourself.

"Wanda," she goes, and you grab some of the coffee she made. She seems lost in her thoughts, and you notice the rim of red around her eyes, like she cried. You're unsure about what to do before you take a seat opposite from her.

"I'm sorry for your loss," you try, and it startles her. She scoffs.

"Everyone keeps saying that, it doesn't feel like it means anything anymore." You nervously wet your lips and play with your mug. She's not done. "You don't even know me, you know nothing of my grief."

She's being a bit of an ass, but you decide it was okay considering she looks at the end of her life.

"I don't, you're right. Doesn't mean I can't feel your sorrow and want to take a chunk of it away for you."

"Is that what it is? Or is it just pity?"

With those words, she stands up, jaw set and tears filling her eyes. She leaves the room, and you sigh. You have no idea what she's going through, and you feel bad for her, but there is nothing you can do about it. You stay in the kitchen for a few minutes longer, when Clint joins you. He notices Wanda is missing and sends you a questioning look in case you know anything.

"I tried to be civil," you simply say, and with a frown, he goes outside to try and comfort Wanda. Once again, you stay inside. Clearly you're not close enough to be of any help whatsoever, no matter how bad you feel for the woman.

Lucky for you, you don't have to think about it much longer when other people start to pour inside the kitchen. Apparently being able to properly rest is conducive to getting up early. You make small talk while you drink your coffee peacefully, until Natasha shows up.

You blush upon remembering the way you woke up, and try to act natural when she comes and sits next to you.

"Good morning," she says your way after greeting everyone else, her hand ghosting over your thigh briefly. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest and you tense slightly, awaiting the contact, but it never comes. Feeling your tension, Natasha decides against touching you. Maybe it was too soon for you, and she doesn't want to push you. "How are you doing?"

You force yourself to relax slightly, and a smile comes naturally when you answer her.

"Pretty good, but I don't think the new girl likes me."

"Give her time. She needs to heal first." You nod at Natasha's wisdom, even if you have no idea what she's talking about.

"I guess Tony mattered a lot to her, huh."

"Not really. It's more complicated than that. Don't worry about it too much." And with that, she captures your hand briefly. You can only nod in answer, and breathe again when she lets go of the contact. You immediately miss it and the way it makes you feel. The conversation from yesterday comes back to you and you think it's a good idea to actually ask what she meant when she offered to be your date, especially since you agreed.

"On another note," you start, "what did you–"

Before you can ask anything more a crashing sound came from outside and you both immediately stood up ready to fight. June comes running and turns to Natasha.

"Your friend is losing it, you need to do something."

"I need to go save Clint's ass. Talk later?" She offers and you nod, dumbfounded. Seems like you actually could have gotten in a lot of troubles by upsetting Wanda.

"Yeah, definitely. Hum, good luck. I feel like you might need it."

Natasha smirks, then puts her game face on before she goes through the door. There is a beat of silence between you and June before you decide that you might as well ask her opinion.

"So, I have a question," you start very hesitantly. Your friend gets her hand up almost in your face, as if she already knows what you're about to ask.

"Don't bother, I already know."

"You do?" You arch an eyebrow, and it doesn't stop June.

"You need to bang it out with superspy."

You sputter, blush, frown, and look at the woman in front of you.

"What the hell June?!"

"What? Don't tell me it wasn't about her!"

"It was, but come on!"

"I said my piece then." You bang your head on the table, and June looks out the window to see how the situation is going. She sees she still has time to keep going and sits opposite from you. "Okay, just, listen, I think she likes you, and I know you like her! Don't let it go to waste. We lost enough of our lives like that."

Of course, June has a point, whether you like it or not. You feel something for Natasha, but you're too scared to act upon it, and if she feels the same - which you doubt - she isn't going to wait forever for you, so you have to act. Or at least ask if you're right to doubt there is anything there instead of assuming. Be brave. You owe it to her.

"Alright, alright," you concede with a sigh. "I'll talk to her."

"Finally." She looks up at the sky in silent thanks and you roll your eyes at her theatrics. You decide it's time to give her a bit of a heart attack in turn.

"How is it going with Carol, by the way?" You ask in turn, a smirk adorning your lips. A very light blush takes root on her cheek. Got her.

Her answer comes in the form of a finger.

*

"Do you need some help with that?" You offer when you catch Natasha alone in your bedroom.

You came upstairs to tell her food is ready, and she was taking care of a cut in her back. Calming down Wanda went poorly, and even if she seemed apologetic after the facts, it wasn't going to heal the redhead's bruises. It was unfair, but you understood that grief could make you do crazy things.

"I could do with some help." Her admission is small.

You approach Natasha slowly and sit on the bed next to her, a leg under you, grabbing the first aid kit for some disinfectant and gauze. Carefully, she surrenders the material she's holding on the side of the kit and turns around so her back is facing you. You look at her skin which is peppered with scars, and you can only imagine all she went through. All the hurt, all the trauma, everything that led to her being in front of you right now, so vulnerable.

You start your work carefully. You learned how to take care of cuts and bruises during your travels.

"Do you ever wish you could take someone's place?" She asks you in the religious silence. There is a tremor in her voice that clues you in how serious the conversation is. You swallow your jokes and answer truthfully.

"The first few months after the abduction I did. Then I realized it meant someone else would be in my place so I stopped."

"I do. To take off the pain from my friends." Her words made no sense at first, but as you thought about it, you realized she is talking about lessening the pain of Wanda. Taking the place of her lover who died long ago now, but only moments before for the witch. Carol told you everything in a way only someone who wished they had been there could.

"Displacing people's grief wouldn't really lessen the pain. Just make it different."

"I still think I could have… maybe if I stayed…"

She can't bring herself to finish her sentence, but you understand. If she were dead maybe things would be different.

She hangs her head low. You sigh, almost groan at her truth. You finish patching her up, and lay your hand against her back. Against her scars. Her past laid bare against your palm.

"For what it's worth, I'm glad you're here with us." With me, you don't add but still think so loudly you're sure she can hear you. If she understands the subtext, she says nothing about it.

"Thank you," she simply answers, still looking away, but relaxing against your touch. It's a moment of vulnerability, but more importantly of trust. It lasts until a shiver runs along her spine with the cold. She smoothly puts back her shirt and you put your hand away. She gets up, and when she turns around, she has a shy smile directed at you.

"I can smell the food, should we join everyone?" She extends a hand towards you, and you take it. In a swift move, she helps you up and brings you against her in a hug. "Thank you."

You hold her, hum when she rubs her nose against your neck, your heart ready to burst. You wish for this moment to last forever against your better judgment.

Damn you're in deep.

[hoseoks-reader]

Tiny Dancer, Part 1. [JUNG HOSEOK]

Tiny Dancer AU: Jung Hoseok x Y/N

Summary: Y/N has been a dancer for as long as she can remember. She started small and eventually built a reasonable following through her YouTube channel, and around 5 years ago she was contacted by the Dreamz label, that presented her with a very appealing contract. It so happened this label was a direct rival of Big Hit… which had BTS signed. Which happened to be the band where her boyfriend, Minho, performed as a back-up dancer.

She didn’t know much about those seven boys other than the fact she became good friends with Yoongi at a party last week, and they had incredible dancers. Incredible dancers.

NOTE: This is a semi love triangle kind of story. There's gonna be some angst, fluff and eventually smut (always with a warning). I hope you enjoy! You might recognize Minho from Skz, in here he's purely a dancer. Some other characters may show up during the series but it’s not worth mentioning right now. The first chapter might be kinda boring but bear with me, I have to introduce the story first ahah. I’ll be using referential pictures for outfits, makeup and such, as well as text messages. We switch povs sometimes, but I’ll always mention it.

Part 1 (15.04.2024) Don't copy or repost on other accounts. Y/N - your name Trigger warnings: loneliness, kissing that doesn’t really end in anything sexual it’s very brief.

Wordcount 2,2k

Y/N: 1 more chapter!

Is what you kept repeating to yourself for the last hour while you slipped through the book’s pages. You had to be up at 6am the following day and the hours of sleep you’ll be able to get are only decreasing but you really need to know what happens next.

You enjoyed reading. Not as much as dancing and singing, but it held a close third place in your heart. When it came to reading thrillers, well, anyone should be scared to take the book out of your hands for they might become the subject of the next Holly Jackson book. You forced yourself to close the book and looked at the time. 2am. Well, shit. Not gonna get much sleep either way might as well read one more chapter- until your phone interrupted your thought.

She hit her head with the book and put it in her nightstand. She stared at the picture of her and her dad and smiled to herself.

Y/N: You’re not here to tell me to turn the damn light off and sleep like before. Someone’s still trying to take care of me though, don’t you worry.

She tucked herself in and turned off the light. Before she knew it, the alarm would go off.

[THE FOLLOWING DAY]

You were making a toast while you scrolled through the most recent news. You took a sip of your coffee and when you were about to put your phone down it started ringing.

Y/N: Hello. Hyejin: Y/N! Good morning honey how are you? Ready for the day? It’s gonna be a long one. Y/N: Manager! I’m great (she was lying, she had maybe 4 total hours of sleep on her), excited and energized (yet another lie y/n). Hyejin: Awesome! See you in 30!

In 30- You looked at the time while you let out a barely audible “bye” and you felt the first bit of energy of that morning. You gulped the rest of your coffee and took your toast to go as you looked for your car keys. While you headed down your building and your thoughts were filled with “What if I didn’t love my job”.

You got into the car and started it in a rush. No, for real, what if you didn’t love your job and had to seat in front of a computer for the next 8h after this miserable night of sleep. You shook your head, and you felt the coffee kick in.

Y/N: Let’s go.

[TIME SKIP]

You arrived at the first part of your day: the photoshoot. You thanked whoever presented you with hair and make up because even you were afraid to look at yourself in the mirror after the rush to get here.

Your new single was very close to coming out and you had to prepare a bunch of things today. There was the photoshoot, the interview, the practice for the upcoming shows, and… Yoongi’s birthday. Oh my god. You quickly grabbed your phone.

You sighted while sending Minho a message to let him know of the plans for tonight and put down your phone giving the makeup artist a better access to your face. You praised yourself for the mental recap because you knew for sure you wouldn’t remember during the rest of the day given how tired you are and how much more tired you were about to become.

[OUTFIT AND MAKEUP]

Banger, you thought. You left the dressing room after a good second look at the mirror. You walked towards your manager who was already talking with the photographer. Hyejin immediately expressed her joy with a smile.

Hyejin: You look incredible. Photographer: Ready? Y/N: As I’ll ever be.

[TIME SKIP]

After a good hour and a half passed by, you applauded everyone and excused yourself to use the bathroom. You took the opportunity to reply to your boyfriend’s message and check your makeup. You looked at the time and saw you had had about 20 minutes until the interviewer got here. After that you had 2 hours before practice. That was enough time to eat and maybe get a power nap. You fixed your hair and left the bathroom, heading towards the room where the interview would be held. You figured you might as well stay there already.

Your phone buzzed.

You were already sat by the time the interviewer arrived and she complimented you with a smile and a bow.

Interviewer: Thank you for meeting with me. Y/N: Thank you for wanting to meet with me! Interviewer: (she smiled) I’m going to be recording the interview on my phone. Do you have any questions first? Y/N: Not really. You can start whenever you’d like. Interviewer: Okay so let’s start simple. What’s the name of the new single and what can we expect from it? Y/N: Well, it’s called “Blissful.” I think the song actually translates the feeling itself. I’ve been gate keeping the lyrics for a couple of years now, but I’ve been working on them more throughout the last few months. It brings me right into the feeling I had in my transition from “amateur” to “professional” you could say. Interviewer: So it’s about your journey, your transition in the industry you would say? Y/N: Definitely. It encapsulates the feeling I had when I could finally say that this is my full-time job. Someone recognizing my capability. Interviewer: It seems like a major recognition for sure, especially considering that at the moment you’re the only solo artist under Dreamz. Does it ever get lonely? Seeing everyone in groups and being able to do all of the things you do but together? Y/N: Sometimes. But at the end of the day I’m grateful that I even got this chance. I have amazing friends, a very supportive boyfriend. I might work solo, but I know I can rely on others at any given minute. Interviewer: That’s amazing. So I’m guessing maybe you’ll give an exclusive party with everyone once this single finally turns into an album, right? Y/N: Well, I guess we’ll see.

[TIME SKIP]

You looked at the time, it’s only 4pm and you’re already as good as dead. You were still halfway through practice, you had Yoongi’s party later, before which you had to stop home first for a much-needed shower.

You looked at yourself on the mirror. You can do it. This is what you wanted. What dad wanted for you. He fought for it. You took a deep breath and endured the next couple of hours.

[AT BIG HIT, YOUR OUTFIT]

You entered the building, uneasy, with the “yeah I don’t belong here, and they know it” kind of feeling. Not that anyone was rude. But they were indeed her rival at some level. You talked with a woman that kindly approached you as you looked lost and directed you to the correct floor.

You had been here maybe twice? But always outside or at the entrance, mostly to wait for Minho. Now you were actually inside the elevator of the building, going god knows where. As the door was about to close a hand stopped it. You almost choked on your own saliva out of surprise.

The door slowly reopened, and two men were looking back you, slightly surprised as well. Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok. This is absolutely fine. It’s not like you’ve watched these two dance about a million times.

They both entered the elevator and noticed you had already pressed the button they were going to. As the doors close Jimin broke the awkward silence.

Jimin: Hi, Y/N, right? Y/N: Y-yes, sorry- (you stuttered a bit) Hoseok: Nice to finally meet you. I’m Hoseok, this is Jimin. Y/N: Yeah, I obviously know (you laughed nervously; why are you acting like this, you’re basically on the same level??). Jimin: Oh, flattered. Yoongi has talked a lot about you! We’re happy you could make it. Hoseok: Yeah, and your work is amazing.

You were pretty sure you should pinch yourself. 6 years ago you were practicing Blood Sweat and Tears in your dad’s living room and now Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok are happy to meet you? You had to snap out of it before you scared them.

Y/N: That means a lot coming from you guys thank you.

They smiled at you and before you knew it you were already leaving the elevator. At a distance you saw your boyfriend talking to Yoongi and what appeared to be a very loud Seokjin (as expected, the soul of the party). Minho quickly spotted you and smiled.

Minho: Hey (he opened his arms to hug you), how are you? (he pecked your lips) Y/N: Tiring, but good. Yours? Minho: Same mostly. Y/N: (you gave him another kiss and turned to Yoongi) HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN! (he started smiling shyly and offered you a hug) Yoongi: Thank you, Y/N, it’s great to see you again!

You let go of him as you scanned the rest of the room to see who else was there but most of the guests had already entered the room where they had everything set. You looked at Minho and held his hand.

Y/N: Do we know were the good stuff is? Minho: (he smiled), This way.

The rest of the night passed by too quickly to be honest. You met a few people, including the rest of the BTS members, Namjoon’s girlfriend (well hasn’t he kept that one well hidden from everyone so far??), as well as Jimin’s and some other friends of Yoongi’s.

Everyone was extremely nice. Especially that band you’ve only seen much of on a screen.

Namjoon was incredibly smart. Seokjin was hilarious, he spent so much time showing you pictures of the fishes he caught that you found yourself agreeing to schedule a trip with him to go fishing. Yoongi was pretty busy, but you managed to talk to him for a bit. Jimin was also pretty busy with his own girlfriend, apparently, she arrived today from a 2-week trip. Can’t blame him for not letting her out of his sight, she’s stunning. Taehyung was a lot more talkative than what I thought he would be at the beginning of the night, you just had to pull the right strings in the conversation! Jungkook quickly joined us when we started talking about painting. And Hoseok, well. I think I talked to him the most, at least for an hour. His knowledge in dancing didn’t fail to amuse me and he’s a very interesting person. Very layered I would even say. He’s very joyful but can turn from goofy to serious at any moment. And he’s a great listener.

You were arriving home with your boyfriend who would stay with you for that night, and you felt both happy and sad. Well, you lied today in that interview, and it almost came to bite you back tonight. You didn’t have friends. At least not that many. You had your boyfriend. You had Yoongi, a complete miracle that probably only happened because you two were left alone and he started making small talk. Your old school friend who hasn’t called you back in over a month. Your grandparents were 3 hours away and your best friend… your dad, was no longer with you. And seeing all off Yoongi’s friends there to celebrate him… made you happy for your friend but you would be lying again if you said you weren’t also sad you didn’t have that.

You shrugged it off and looked at Minho.

Y/N: You brought everything? Minho: Yeah (he said, putting everything on top of your bed) Y/N: (you cursed yourself for what you’re about to say) You know, this could just stop if we just finally moved in… Minho: I know but- Y/N: Yes, you live close to Big Hit, you got a good deal for the rent, you’re sharing the flat with Hyuno, I know. I was just saying, I’m not looking for a fight, I’m just tired, I didn’t sleep much last night.

This has to be the 5th time you talk about this, but you don’t have it in you to continue pushing through, at least not tonight. You got into your pjs and laid in bed.

You were about to put your phone on the nightstand when it buzzed. A hundredth times.

You felt Minho cuddle you in a spoon as you replied to the guys all giggly.

Minho: What’s happening? Y/N: The guys said they enjoyed hanging out with me and added me to a group chat! Very nice of them. (you said, putting your phone on the nightstand for good this time) Minho: Hm-Hm- (he started kissing the back of your neck and shoulder)

You couldn’t feel much from how exhausted you were, your head still filled with those silly messages. You fell asleep smiling and when Minho noticed your eyes closed he gave up whatever he was trying to start and gave you one last kiss on your shoulder, turning away to sleep.

Thank you for reading! Part 2 coming soon! Check my blog for more fics! See you soon.

[ulquichaan]

Miraculous Ladybug - my thoughts.

Hello!

It's been a while, I know. But I come back to rant yet again! I'm sorry for any mistakes in advance - its 2am and the thoughts won't let me sleep so I have to get them out there somewhere. If you don't want to waste your time - skip it. If you actually want to read it, I'll have a cookie waiting for you at the end of this. :3

My journey with MLB.

Miraculous was that one show that I got to know about through a parody of it on polish yt channel called Surreactor. I didn't know what it was about but it looked interesting and that was a point in time when season 3 was just starting to come out. Sooo, as the curious child I was - I gave it a go. And it captured me very easily.

At first all I wanted is for Adrien and Mari to finally get together. I never had big thoughts about it. Then I got bored between new episodes and just... forgot about it.

After some time however I came back to it. It was somewhere around 4th season airing. I returned to it, watched it all over again and it captured me yet again. I completely fell in love with Adrien as character and started to read loads of fanfiction about the two main heroes. I got invested, started to draw the characters in different settings and what not. I started even posting here on tumblr the rants that blew out about Adrien and about Black Cat holders as a whole just because I was frustrated on how little love he got or that I couldn't find any theories that would make sense.

I made new friend, started to plan stories more than I did before, returned to RP with my old friend through messenger and more.

It was a blow of creativity of mine at that time. You maybe you know of "Sky Is The Limit"? That was the point for me where I had so many ideas that I had to do something with at least one of them. Talking about an overload, right?

Season 4 finale - the best finale in this show in my honest opinion. Though I am based so who cares.

The point is - I deeply fell in love with this fandom for the most part.

And then... season 5 happened.

At first I was hooked. Really. I felt that it was going in the right direction and I even wanted to watch it later so I could see it in order.

Oh boy, did I get disappointed. Very disappointed.

I was never a Senti-Adrien fan, let's be real. But the execution? Even worse.

The finale? The fight yea, fun. But why cut out Adrien out of it???

Chloe as mayor? ARE YOU FOR FUCKING REAL? It's losing braincells more and more.

And I know the plot armor was always evident in this show and all.... but i feel like it was knocked up 10 times or more in season 5 to the point it could beat Game of Thrones seasons 7 and 8. (Yeah, I know what should compare two shows where one is fenomenal and the other has always been trash, but you can't argue with me that seasons 7 and 8 weren't rushed and had very poor execution)

To say that I was angry is an understatement. I HATED season 5 with every fiber of my existence. I still do, but I'm far more calm about it than I was originally. Believe it or not.

I saw all the drama in the fandom. When people complained about the show and other people came in to defend it. And I have to say - I can see where both sides are coming from.

To the people who enjoy it, all of it - I'm glad you do! I really am!

However.

I can clearly see where the hate is coming from and anytime I saw a valid critique I couldn't help but agree with it. There were some awesome responses to that critique even from people who do enjoy the show still, but there were always people who I'll call "white knights".

Aka people who will ride-or-die for the show and always say there is nothing wrong with it!

Oh how I hate this way of thinking....

Little message to those white knights - yes there are pure haters that hate just to hate, but in the spectrum of people who are critiquing the show are also people who loved it and got disappointed. When people are angry/dissapointed they usually feel the need to express themselves and forums like Reddit, Tumblr, Twitter, are just perfect for ranting. I have spent fair share in the horse gaming community to know that every flop will have a retaliation and shutting up people will make them only more angry. :|

I stopped liking the show. Why am I coming back to it?

That's a question that started to bother me just as I was going to sleep.

I have watched Hazbin Hotel (Lucifer my beloved) and fell deeply in love with it. I always liked Vivzie's Hellaverse being it Helluva Boss and now Hazbin, but there is something that just came back to me.

I started yet again imagining Adrien and Marinette but in the helllaverse. Or what if I merged hellaverse and Miraculous together in some way. Or other crazy ideas that will never see the light of day.

It's always those two characters for the most part. But the moment those two show up, the rest of Miraculous cast does too.

I fell put of the show. I don't like it. Why do I keep coming back?

My thought is - the fandom and the work it did for the characters.

I have always loved to read fanfiction even it came to miraculous. And it's always SO MANY! With many different variants of the world or entirely different settings. Ofc there are some bad fics, but the good ones are those that captured my heart and made me love the characters even more.

Let's put in some examples (and recommendations if you want to check them out):

Happiness by Somewhere_Out_Here

Once a Thief, always a Thief by @saijspellhart

Bakery Enemies by @buggachat

Heaven in hiding by @livinglittlelie

I'll guess your heart, if you guess mine by PurpleHeartsOne

Chat Blanc's Moon Waltz by @rileyclaw

The comic dubs by PhantomSavage

The little comics like "Passionate Kiss" by @edendaphne

All of these are just very few examples from multitude of content I devoured when I was in the love stage for MLB. And those things are STILL SO GOOD. (You have to check it out if you haven't already)

The point is - the fandom fell in love with the concept and if not that, then the characters. Yes, they aren't perfect. Some would say they are very much Mary Sue-ish. Some would say they are badly written. While the fact is - the characters themselves aren't badly written, the plot is just badly handled.

I can see why people love Marinette, she is quirky, funny and her ideas, while absurd most of the time, they work. And that's fine! She is supposed to be creative and what not. A great friend to have in corner, that for sure :3

Adrien on the other hand is supposed to be a bundle of issues that come with living a sheltered life and the want to be free.

(The movie handled Marinette much better than the show, let's be real here)

Sad fact - the writers of the show couldn't handle all of the potential they set up. But the fandom could and that's what's beautiful in my opinion.

The show may not be a masterpiece but they made some aspects of it so enjoyable and investing (love-square) that other people decided to execute those good things in their own stories and create something else.

The characters are just so easy to put into other stories too. Because they are written in the way they are (even if poorly handled at times) the aspects of them are very flexible, which in turn makes them easy to incorporate into other AUs.

For me it proves that you don't need a very complicated and deep character to make your story memorable. Even tho that certainly helps depending on your story. Miraculous was really lucky it got that creative fandom in the first place.

And this is what is beautiful.

Ending, some plans of mine that who knows if they will see the light of day. :]

This is only for those who are interested what I have been up to and what do i plan with this blog:

I am not quitting tumblr, oh no. I'll be probably reposting some stuff that I like from time to time.

I am returning to write "Sky Is The Limit", however I am completely rewriting it for the.... 7th time? Something like that. I doubt I'll finish it anytime soon at this rate and if I get the need to draw I might draw few characters from there or designs I have planned.

I have a very big project in mind that I might probably make a new blog for. It's still just an idea but I getting closer to actually being made so stay tuned.

I will start posting stuff from Hazbin Hotel. I fell deeply in love with Lucifer's character and you can't unglue me from that duck man!!

Other than that I went to university and I'm enjoying my time here so yeah.

And here is your cookie for reading all that! You're a legend!

(I'm open for any discussions as long as they stay respectful. Feel free to DM me :>)

[ssf3r23]

Scott Summers/Warren Worthington III Ship ASKS

From this ask list:

Since I blocked ask messages... So here is a full version…mostly.

I SKIPPED some questions on which I have no opinion (or Yet)… So might have a blank lil' bit. And yes, THIS IS just headcanons and short sloppy answers :)

(But I appreciate your reading)

1. Who is the better cook? Scott. he only can't see the color. Not the saying Warren is a bad cook. He can make simple foods like stews.

2. Who gets up to cook at 2am? Also Scott. I think he only eats cup noodles or something.

3. Are they into PDA? Who initiates most? They barely initiate affection in public. But they could have some hug.

4. Their favorite show to watch together? Is the news included as a show? If not, there aren't any.

5. Who is the cheesier one of the two? They both have the same possibilities.

6. Who is always, always running late? Mostly Warren. Although he has wings. But sadly, Scott lates when it's important.

7. Who's clumsier? If talking about hygiene, Scott gets way more clumsier especially when he broke.

8. Who is a morning person? Who is a night owl? Scott wakes early and sleeps late at night. And Warren strangely loves flying in the middle of the night… So he's a night owl.

9. Who travels lighter? Warren. he doesn't pack. Just buy it whenever he needs it.

10. Who is always reminding the other not to forget important documents/general things before leaving out the door? Scott. He's got the checklist. His and Warren's.

11. Who leaves notes in the other one's lunch? (Bonus: what do they say?) Warren leaves a message to Scott saying: <3 And the lunch's a blt sandwich.

12. Who prefers calling to texting (& vice versa)? Bonus: Who is so bad at texting it made the other think they weren't interested when they first started hanging out? [This could be hypothetical as much as real]. They both prefer calling. (not answering the bonus question. they probably text as well.)

14. Who falls asleep during a movie? Warren.

15. Who's the first to cry during movies that don't seem sad? WARREN

16. Who hogs the covers? Scott. Warren sleeps in the corner.

17. Who is more competitive? Warren. (we all know)

18. What are they like when they're drunk? How do they act together? & when 1 is drunk, while the other one's sober?

They suddenly laugh and talk about how they love each other like competing about who fell in love earlier.

When Warren is sober: He sits up Scott on the bench and waits until he gets sober. He blocks the wind with his wings and covers him that only he can see.

When Scott is sober: Warren generally gets close too much almost like kissing, he tries to not kiss back even if he is so attractive but still drunk, Scott leans Waren to the couch and gives him a sleep.

19. What do they fight about most often? (Alternative: what was their biggest fight?)

We can get this at Cannon. Not headcannon.

20. Who randomly brings home a stray puppy/kitten to adopt? Both. And they certainly make believable excuses. They look after a few days and bring it to the care center.

21. Any routines one has that the other had to get used to (ex. morning, nighttime, sleeping habits)? Warren takes a long shower in the morning.

23. Who initiates cuddling more? Warren. No doubt.

26. Who is prone to road rage? Warren usually gets angry and Scott stops.

27. Craziest place they had sex? …School for gifted? (failed joke)

28. Who always steals the other's food? How does their partner react to it? Not the always, but Warren. but in a cute way. (idk he's charming as hell. he will be forgiven.)

30. Pet names? Yes or no? I don't prefer, but the comic book says it YES. Scott to Warren: Angel Warren to Scott: Sunshine

32. Who's so affectionate they can't stop touching the other? It actually Scott. Warren thinks he's cute when he gets touched, but Scott has more fun touching a partner, even though he doesn't give too much touch because he's concerned about hurting him.

36. Who is more protective? Warren Worthington, not you again.

37. Who wanted to see Oppenheimer; who Barbie? Did they switch opinions after? Oppenheimer. Warren. definatetly. If have to choose only one movie. He would like both in each way. Scott thinks both are interesting too, but usually takes a side of Warren.

[thissidewashereiguess]

I- omg I just need to rant about this somewhere- but I have to do it here because I don’t want to spoil people who read my Naruto fanfic on another site—

*calm breath*

YA’LL WHEN I SAY THAT I WAS WRITING IN MY NOTES GIFTS BEING PASSED DOWN BY OTSUTSUKI (rationale created thanks to Hidan/Jashin fannon and my self-insert’s circumstances) BEFORE KNOWING ABOUT WTF WAS GOING DOWN IN KARA IN BORUTO AND WHAT THE HELL SHINJUTSU WAS— LIKE— this shits been in my notes for months and you’re telling me it’s cannon?!?!?!?!7;$3!;&4!:&;8/‘baunjfirnbdusndbfyiwwklxjudjsbdhsudbdbjdjdhdhh

THAT’S AWESOME!!!!!!!!

https://naruto.fandom.com/wiki/Shinjutsu

I’m so giddy knowing my silly little fanfic is on track to being somewhat cannon without even knowing. I might not go that route in my fic, that stuff is for way later chapters, but like.

omg 🥰

It’s just so neat to me!

I was skimming through the manga after only knowing the core children basically for so long because I wanted to know more, then I wanted to see if the time-skip outfits were really that bad for the girls (Salad my baby 😭 no), then I went to the newest chapter and the Kashin guy started talking and suddenly— suddenly my fannon was kinda cannon!

My really basically thinking before was “okay, I’ve given my SI one crazy power that’s not a jutsu or jutsu connected thing. Hidan is crazy and honestly acts modern and SI like. Hidan also has that kind of single power thing. People think Jashin is Otsutsuki. SI is made by Toneri. Hidan can be made by Jashin. They both get special powers gifted from Otsutsuki. Boom!- I have a core system in place for my characters, especially if I ever get to write for Boruto.”

Then I read the manga and everything at 2AM and the rest is history— meaning now—

I know I’m talking to a void, but I just wanted to share the neat little experience I just had, even just with the void (since I’ll probably forget to bring it up to my readers when the time is spoiler free). :)

That was fun. I’m going to sleep now. Ikemoto’s downfall will be planned in the morning over what he’s doing to those girls— I still haven’t forgotten