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brianconnollyandsweet · 2 years

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“Sweet: Queens of the Hop” James Johnson, New Musical Express, 29 September 1973

THE SWEET'S BALLROOM BLITZKRIEG GOES ON. BUT BEHIND THE ONSTAGE MINCING AND MAKE-UP, THERE'S SOMETHING ELSE IN THE AIR. IN FACT, THE ROCK PARIAHS NOW WANT MUSICAL RESPECT. JAMES JOHNSON REPORTS

SWEET JUST about make it these days, loosely categorised as a Punk Rock Band. Otherwise they're something of an embarrassment to anybody who takes rock seriously. Their records are, at best, dismissed as instant 'youth club' throwaways — the opium of young teens.

It would be a distressing task indeed for Sweet to glance through their press cuttings — except they've never been over-concerned with being taken seriously anyway. They specialise in 'fun-rock' they explain, and, of course, it's not only fun but highly lucrative too.

Apart from their dazzling run of hit singles in Britain, Sweet have also scored hits in the States where the likes of T. Rex and Slade have more or less failed. And Sweet have yet to play there.

So naturally the odd adverse spot of criticism over here doesn't really worry the band — yet they remember the reaction to their recent Rainbow concert with a certain chagrin. That concert was supposed to be a kind of showcase, a Big Occasion, when Sweet in front of a packed theatre would finally gain some respect. That's how it was planned but unfortunately the band still managed to bomb out on a scale almost unparalleled since the Titanic's maiden voyage.

It was a bad night, but it wasn't their fault, say Sweet.

"I must admit I was in tears though," says guitarist Andy Scott. "We couldn't get a sound check before the show and by the third number the P.A. blew."

"We went off the stand after that," says Mick Tucker. "Eventually they got the P.A. going again and we were pushed back on. I was intending to go home by then — I'd already changed — but we were pushed back on and went — simply because there were two and a half thousand kids out there and it didn't matter a light to them how we sounded. Then when we got on stage the PA blew again. In the end we just played a medley of our hits and that was it. I was just embarrassed."

Over the last few weeks the band have been on holiday, "sitting on our arses," sorting themselves out and planning a new stage act. Now they've turned up again with a new hit single 'Ballroom Blitz', which naturally has meant a standard appearance on Top Of The Pops.

“We made a film to show with the single," says Tucker, "but it'll only be shown in America and on the Continent. We wanted to show it on Top Of The Pops but the BBC prefer you to appear live if you can and we've got this guy Nicky Chinn who doesn't like to lie.

"We said to him 'Lie to the BBC and tell them we're out of the country or something' but he wouldn't do it. A pity really, 'cos it's a good film. So I've heard."

Mick Tucker is the Sweet's drummer, a strong sort of personality with lined, shadowy features and an ability at not mincing words. Last week he was sitting in a small box of an office along with Andy Scott at the publicist's headquarters. It's Tucker and Scott, according to their press lady, who like to talk most — despite the fact its usually Brian Connolly who seems to take on the role of spokesman as well as lead vocalist.

Quickly it becomes obvious that both Tucker and Scott have developed an odd self-effacing style of humour and a tendency to be outspoken when they feel the situation demands it. Maybe they feel the best form of defence is attack. Take Lou Reed for example.

"There's no way round it — that guy is no great singer," says Tucker, bristling visibly. "I mean, look at all the bullshit that's gone on about Transformer. That's a record we put on for a giggle when we're feeling down.

"I'd say 'ten out of ten for conning' there — for pulling the wool over people's eyes. I mean there's people who almost worship Lou Reed but I remember seeing him with the Velvet Underground and I didn't think much of him then.

"All this 'Walk On The Wild Side' crap — what's all that about? Philosophy I suppose — no melody but deep philosophical lyrics. So why doesn't he write poetry instead of picking up a guitar? He can't play it any way."

As for themselves. Sweet have always claimed they're better musicians than they're given credit for. Both Scott and Tucker have served hard apprenticeships in bands before reaching their present situation; Tucker remembers playing a few open-air festivals with one band, a memory he doesn't relish. Now they maintain everybody is afraid to like the Sweet.

"I think we're better than a lot of our counterparts," thinks Scott. "I mean I know who I can blow off a stand, but then I'm quite prepared to admit there's better than me as well. But we always get stuck in the same bag with Gary Glitter, Slade, T. Rex... you know, you can reel off the names in the same breath.

"In the early days we even used to be put in the same bag as Middle Of The Road. We were a bunch of wankers who didn't play on their backing tracks. I think we've lived that one down now."

Scott continues: "All our early singles were simply an image build. We went along with them because it tied in with the sort of image we were portraying early in our career.”

“Since 'Little Willy' I think they've got a good deal better. I mean there's something in them now — even for a musician.”

"Not a lot," comments Tucker.

"No, not a lot, but something," returns Scott.

"The thing is nobody can tell how good we are as musicians from listening to our records. They're just straightforward sounds, the arrangements worked out between seven people: the group, the writers and the producer.

"We hired an arranger once and he mixed the song ten times, spent hundreds of pounds and the record only made number thirty two. So what was the good of that?" Scott pauses triumphantly...

"Basically our records are just excitement half the time but that's what we want. What we like is guitar riffs, funky things, old Purple stuff — things like that." According to Tucker, musicians are always coming up to them and complimenting them on some part of their playing. Then they tend to follow it up by asking why each of them sticks to the Sweet routine.

"Most musicians are complimentary," says Tucker. "I met Francis Rossi of Status Quo once and he was as nice as pie to my face. Then the next interview he did he had a little dig at Sweet, you know. But that sort of thing doesn't mean too much.”

The new stage act Sweet are planning is part of an attempt to ensure they don't have to simply rely on hit singles for a following. It's an attempt to sidestep the obvious insecurity of their current position. They talk about how they would like to attract older audiences. It's a show that doesn't simply rely on their singles.

"There's a lot of tongue in cheek things," says Tucker. "Like, a Shadows sequence with the foot movements, you know? It's not a piss-take all the way through but parts of it are — which I 'spect a lot of our fans are going to take on its face value.

"Primarily it's designed for our States visit but it's part of an attempt to get people in future interested in our albums as well as our singles.”

It's also why Sweet have started to write more of their own material. "We were going to make our next album a sort of 'Historv of Rock' but a couple of other people beat us to it so the idea's been shelved. Rigor Mortis have done it now, and Bowie has, so we thought if we went ahead the headlines would read 'Sweet rip off everybody'. Now the album is just going to be our own songs.”

UP TO NOW Scott and Tucker admit they've felt insecure about their standing: Scott says he was talking to Marc Bolan about it only the other day. So how did he find the Bolanchies? "Flash runt really," says Scott and grins. "I mean I've got to say it — although I suppose we all are.

"I mean, I'd had a few drinks and I said to him, 'Listen man, you can't really play' — but he says he can, you know. Like he said — Scott adopts a Bolanoide accent — Well, fuck off man. I've played with Ringo Starr and I know the Beatles and I'm doing a film. Flash runt. I mean I never saw Bolan live but on his records his guitar was always cleverly disguised. You could never get any idea of his ability"

At a mention of Bolan one remembers about eight months back when Sweet were presented with a new image encompassing glitter, make-up and tinsel. At the time it was made out to be a big deal but, as with almost everything else, Sweet find difficulty in taking it too seriously.

They explain it was never an enormous change for them. "We've always worn stage make-up and everybody thought we were queens," says Tucker. Basically he just puts it down to record company hype. "They were behind it all, we really just went along with it. You know, you have to.

"It is Steves (Priest's) trip. He enjoyed wearing it and the rest of us thought it was a giggle.

"Basically Marc Bolan got all the publicity for it but he really ripped off Jagger 'cos he was really the first to use glitter. Then somehow we got a name for copying it off Bowie." Tucker looks perplexed and confused. "Then Bolan came out with a headline saying it's dead and supposedly it's not hip to wear make-up but if you look down the street it's still an influence.

"We've just done this tour of Denmark and Sweden and they're really heavy about it over there. Like we were getting into a car after one gig and there were blokes coming up to Steve and saying 'I've got a great arse, Steve, you gotta come with me.'

"You've just got to laugh about that kind of thing. I don't know what Bowie's tendencies are — but for us, it's just funny."

So how about the current vogue for bad taste? Any thoughts on that? Tucker casually explains:

"We've always had ideas for people spewing up and things like that but we've always had managers in the past and people behind us saying you can't do things like that. Just lately we've got a new set up which leaves us free — so now we'll do it if we want to. To me, if it was in context for somebody to piss on stage then we'd do it."

Both Scott and Tucker maintain that for them the greatest band is the Who. That's how they would like to end up one day, so they say. "We're all ego-trippers musically, you see," says Tucker.

Nevertheless, despite their offhand humour, one still feels they'd now appreciate just a grain of respect. They feel there's something to be proud of now.

"That's why all the nasty jibes don't hurt anymore," says Scott. "Because I know we've got one of the best stage acts in the country.

"In our early days I think the criticism used to hurt because a lot of it was true. At one time we used to be fucking terrible. When we used to play piddlin' Locarnos we'd be all right individually but we could never play together. You know, we'd try our balls off and it wouldn't come. Jesus... we used to argue about it — on the stand, in the studio, all over the place."

But wasn't it the final act of treachery when Nicky Chinn, one half of their Chapman/Chinn songwriting team, admitted he didn't like the Sweet either? Surely that must have rankled somewhat?

Apparently not. Scott again: "The thing is about Nicky is that he's embarrassed by us — by the things we do. You know, he's a millionaire's son, a public schoolboy — a perfect gent you might say. He's also a great guy but his background makes him embarrassed by us on stage. Chapman, though — he's been in bands himself. He's rude like us."

"Yeah. I offered to show Nicky my piles once," remarks Tucker, matter-of-factly. "And he walked out of the room nearly ill. You know, he's that sort of guy... inhibitions... no sense of humour."

Note: The article was illustrated with a photo of Andy Scott who's mistakenly identified as Mick Tucker.

#articles #Andy Scott #Sweet #The Sweet

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expectingtofly · 3 years

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Claire Novak's (Surprisingly) Not-So-Lame Day

this fic is written for @dean-has-great-taste as part of @starrynightdeancas' gift exchange. thanks sophie for organizing this, it was a lot of fun <33 and i hope you enjoy this, gen!!

*****

How did Claire find herself joining Dean, Cas, and Jack for an excursion to the mall?

Well.

Cas had texted her yesterday, with an extreme amount of emojis and emoticons that took some time to decipher, asking if she wanted to go shopping with him, Dean, and Jack. Apparently Jack needed new clothes and they needed a gift for Eileen’s birthday coming up, and maybe they could go bowling or something afterwards.

And normally she would’ve said no way because hanging out with old guys was lame and she didn’t like little kids, but she needed an excuse to get out of Jody and Donna’s weekend plans of cleaning out the garage. Plus, Kaia needed to study for a test—she actually enjoyed school, the weirdo—and had requested no distractions.

So that’s how she found herself sitting in the back of the Impala next to a carseat, listening to one of Dean’s old cassette tapes (which wasn’t too bad, but she’d never admit it).

“What’s that?” Jack asked, stretching against his carseat straps to jab at one of the pins Claire wore on her leather jacket.

“It’s the lesbian flag,” she told him. Cas looked back at them from the front seat, smiling.

“This one?” Jack pointed to the rainbow pin on her pocket.

“It’s the pride flag.”

Jack considered that for a moment before announcing, “I want one. And this one.” He pointed to the mothman pin on her lapel, then the big-eyed, green alien. “And this one... and this one, and this one.” (Alex said she had more pins than leather on her jacket, but sue her, she liked making her clothing her own).

Jack, it seemed, also liked… unique clothing. The kid was wearing rain boots even though the sun was out and overalls with embroidered flowers. He dressed weird, there was no way around it. But so did Cas, so there was probably no hope for him, poor kid.

“Okay,” she decided. “I know where to get you some.”

Jack beamed and swung his legs. “Don’t kick the seat,” Dean told him, and Jack pouted at him.

Claire was surprised Dean even let a carseat in his precious Impala. Pulling out her phone, she asked, “Can we listen to my music?”

Dean started to respond with a “Hell no,” but Cas spoke up first, “Of course.”

Dean spluttered as Claire connected to the bluetooth connector Sam had finally convinced Dean to install. The old man didn’t realize it was the 21st century, apparently.

“I wanna listen to Gaga!” Jack said, leaning over to look at her phone.

At first she thought that was some baby talk, then she realized Jack was into pop music. Ugh. But it would annoy Dean, so...

Leaning in conspiratorially with Jack, she let him scroll through her phone and choose which song to play. When “Born This Way” started filtering through the car, Dean groaned.

“Really?” he asked, sending her a glare in the rearview mirror. Mission accomplished.

Jack clapped along and Cas turned the music up louder. “Great choice, Jack,” he said.

Dean, for all his grumbling, didn’t turn down the music, and Claire caught him glancing at Cas, who tapped his fingers on his thigh to the beat. Dean looked like he was fighting back a smile and Claire rolled her eyes. Dude was so whipped.

When they parked at the mall, Cas grabbed Jack’s hand before he could sprint across the parking lot. “You have to look both ways,” he reminded him gently, and Jack nodded.

“Claire’s gonna buy me pins,” he said, jumping onto the curb.

“Yup.” Claire pat her jacket pocket. “Good ol’ credit card fraud.”

“Woah, now,” Dean started to protest.

“You and Sam are the ones who taught me!” Claire reminded him.

“We’ll pay for them,” Cas said, opening the door to the mall. Jack skipped inside, his rain boots squeaking on the tiled floor.

“We’re doing what now?” Dean asked Cas, taking his hand. Gross.

“Come on, Jack,” Claire said, catching up to the toddler. “Let’s go get you some style.” Over her shoulder, she called, “Meet up with you guys later.”

“Have fun!” Cas called.

“Don’t get kidnapped,” Dean added.

As they distanced themselves from the old geezers, Jack grabbed her hand, and Claire startled a little. “Do you like dinosaurs?” he asked.

Someone passing by gave them a smile, and Claire realized people probably thought Jack was her younger brother. She let him hold her hand anyway. “Sure.”

“What’s your favorite? Mine is the bon-ta-sore-us.” He sounded out the word carefully.

“Don’t know. What’s the one with the spiky horns?”

“Ti-ce-a-tops?”

“Yeah, that sounds cool.”

“That’s my second favorite!” He started jumping from one colored tile to the next. “And the T-Rex. That’s Dee’s favorite. And Dad likes the steg-a-sore-us.” He peered up at her. “Did you know he got to see dinosaurs? Right in front of him!”

“You know what that means, right?” He shook his head. “He’s super old. He’s basically a dinosaur himself.”

Jack’s eyes widened. “He’s a dinosaur,” he repeated in a hushed whisper.

“Yup.” Spotting Hot Topical, she headed that way. “You should tell him that.”

Inside the store, Jack let go of her hand to grab a stuffed cat. “Claire! Like yours!”

Claire rolled her eyes. “Yeah.” So, she still had the Grumpy Cat Cas had bought her. She wasn’t cruel enough to throw it away when the guy was trying so hard to make up for walking around in her dead dad’s body. Plus, the stuffed animal was kinda cute. Not that she was going to tell anyone that.

“Here ya go,” she told Jack, finding a box of pins at the register. She brought the box down to his level and Jack ran over to look inside.

“I want a Doc McStuffins pin,” he said, plunging his hand into the box.

“I don’t know if they have those.”

As they rooted through the box of pins, she heard familiar voices and looked up to see Dean and Cas walking inside.

“What are you guys doing here?” she asked.

“I like this store,” Cas said and Dean rolled his eyes. Among the pleather and black, Cas’ dingy old trench coat—over a Winnie the Pooh sweatshirt instead of a suit—and Dean’s ratty flannel and boots only looked more ridiculous. She took it back—even Jack dressed better than them.

“You guys don’t have to be in here,” she told them.

“What, we’re too old?” Dean asked defensively.

“Yeah, actually.”

Cas poked at a toy and it squeaked. God, could they be any more embarrassing?

“Dad!” Jack called, holding out a rainbow pin. “Look, they have soo many.” Cas joined Jack in going through the pins and Claire asked Dean, giving his outfit a meaningful look,

“Was the Army Surplus store too trendy for you?”

“Did they kick you out of Sephora for buying up all the eyeliner?“ Dean shot back.

Touché. In a truce, she held out a pin with the bisexual flag. She wasn’t really sure what Dean identified as, if he even gave it any thought, but guessed it was close enough. “For you.”

Dean rolled his eyes but took it. “I’m not weighing down my jacket with this crap, though.”

“No, ‘course not, that would mean having any sort of style.”

“Can I help you with anything?” asked an employee with two nose rings and jewelry up and down their ears— so cool. Claire saw the way their eyes flicked between them, probably thinking they made a weird group, and she took a step back, trying to silently communicate that yes, she was shopping with them, but no, she was not as lame as them.

“Just looking,” Dean told them.

“I like your drawings,” Jack said and the employee looked down at their arms which were littered with tattoos.

“Thanks.”

“My dad has a drawing. It’s Enochian.”

The employee—Wren, by the name tag—looked at Cas with new respect in their eyes. “Language of the angels. Sick.”

Cas looked pleased. “Thank you. It’s come in handy more than once.”

The employee went back to looking confused and, starting to walk away, told them to call if they needed anything.

“Do you want anything?” Cas asked Claire, and Claire looked through the box. She grabbed a pentagram pin and, seeming to copy her, Jack grabbed another one, clutching several pins already in his fists.

“You like bees, right?” Claire asked Cas, spotting a “Save the Bees” pin. She held it up for him.

Cas’ eyes brightened. “That’s a wonderful message.” He glanced back at Dean and frowned. “Dean, they’re not going to bite.”

Claire looked over to see Dean shying away from a few emo teens. “Look like it,” Dean muttered, joining them. Jack lifted up his hands, asking to be hoisted up. Dean set him on his hip and Jack showed him the pins he’d selected. He held a dinosaur pin to Dean’s collar.

“Do you want one, Dee?”

“He’s too lame,” Claire piped up. Not for the first time, she noticed the healed over piercing mark on Dean’s right ear and pointed to it. “Looks like he used to be cool, though.”

“Yeah, guess so,” Dean said dryly. His hand went to his earlobe. “Pierced it myself, in high school.”

“I think you’re still cool,” Cas told him, and Claire fake-gagged, making Jack giggle.

Cas took the pins to the cash register where Wren rang them up. Dean added the bisexual flag pin and Claire threw in a pair of spiky earrings, because, hey, they were paying.

“15.36,” Wren told them, dropping the pins into a bag.

“My dad’s a dinosaur,” Jack told them, trying to see over the edge of the counter. Wren raised an eyebrow, Cas looked surprised, and Claire stifled a laugh.

“Claire, help me,” Jack said, grabbing the bag from Cas as they exited the store. Moving to the side, Claire helped him attach the pins to his overalls. A smiley face, a pride flag, a grinning Stitch, a sunflower, a dinosaur, and the pentagram. The pins clacked as Jack tugged at his overalls, trying to look at them all. Overall, a chaotic look, but it kinda matched his vibe.

“Lookin’ good,” she told him, and Jack beamed.

“I’m like you!”

Alright, she wouldn’t take it that far, but, “Yeah, close enough.”

Cas attached the “Save the Bees” pins to his trench coat pocket and it ended up crooked. Rolling her eyes, Claire said, “Let me.”

She reattached the pin and stepping back to look it over, decided, “You could actually make that coat look cool if you added more stuff to it.”

Cas looked down at himself. “Thank you.”

“Nothing’s gonna save that sweatshirt, though.” Couldn’t let his ego get too big.

“Dean said he liked it,” Cas said, glancing back at Dean, who was shooting an evil eye at Claire. He quickly wiped it off his face and draped an arm over Cas’ shoulders.

“Yeah, it’s uh… Charming.” He guided Cas away from Claire. “Don’t listen to her, she still thinks sarcasm is a personality trait.”

“Screw you, old man,” she called. Jack skipped after them and she checked her phone to see Kaia had texted her: How’s everything going? They drive you crazy yet?

They’re so weird, she texted back. Then she added, They’re not too bad.

“Come on, Jack,” she said, hurrying to catch up with him, Dean, and Cas. “Let’s go get our ears pierced.”

“Yay!” Jack cheered. He grabbed her hand and tugged her down the mall.

“Woah, woah, you’re not doing that,” Dean protested like the wet blanket he was.

“You can get yours pierced too,” Claire told him, and he faltered,

“I don’t want, we’re not—“

“You know you want to.” She let Jack lead her away and Dean called after them,

“We're never bringing you shopping again!”

Grinning, she turned to shout over her shoulder, “You know you love me!”

#starrynightdeancas gift exchange #established dean/cas #claire novak #toddler jack #dadstiel #fic #spn #expectingtoflywrites #im gonna post this on ao3 as soon as i figure out a summary lol

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remakethestars · 3 years

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CABIN 7 — APOLLO

Headcanons.

❝There ought to be more drama, I think. A musical crescendo. Confetti.❞

— Jess Cooper, I Am Still Alive

Headcanon masterlist.

Oh, boy — this is my cabin, y'all; buckle up! 😁

Not all Apollo kids are good at everything their dad's good at, okay? I sure as heck can’t paint or play an instrument.

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of violence?

They run an underground tattoo parlor.

That's where Will & Butch got their respective sun & rainbow tats.

Apollo kids with lyrics tattooed into their skin.

Rick says there isn't much by way of décor inside, which is f*in' B.S. Apollo's the god of art; those walls have been graffitied Tangled style.

🎶 i'll paint the walls some more — i'm sure there's room somewhere! 🎶

The east wall is covered in a landscape of a sunrise, & the west has a sunset (because the sun rises in the east & sets in the — yeah, I'll see myself out).

The north & south walls & the ceiling are white, though, because it really brightens/opens up the space (C7 has the 2ⁿᵈ most campers under C11 because Apollo's a slut; things can get a little crowded in the summer).

When there’re celebrations, the artistically inclined kids bust out the face paint. Especially for the younger campers.

The artistically inclined are the ones that paint the camp beads for the end of the summer. Despite the numbers, it doesn’t take them as long as one might think.

Rick said the ceiling had cedar beams, but we're not gonna do Cyparissius dirty like that. Cypress wood is good for building; the beams are cypress. You know what? F*ck you — the whole dang cabin's cypress!

There’s a massive, potted aloe vera plant by the steps that gets moved into the C4 greenhouse in the winter. It’s one of those old ones — because everyone knows the old aloe plants work better for burns & blisters than these sh¡tty new ones. (It’s constantly getting broken off to heal burns & stuff.)

Rick said there are potted red & purple hyacinths in the window & yellow flowers from Delos. That's true.

I'd say the flowerbeds around the cabin are full of healing plants, but I feel like they'd be better off around the infirmary for obvious reasons.

I do feel like there's a laurel tree planted outside C7, though, because Apollo's a pining b¡tch.

And there's an actual infirmary building, okay? Rick's kinda inconsistent about that. Sometimes he says "infirmary," sometimes he says the Big House is running over with injured, & apparently there's a cot dead center for injured in C7? B.S.

Or maybe I've just read too much fanfic, and the authors don't get it right?

Either way, there's an infirmary building with surgery & delivery rooms. One floor. Locker room for C7 kids to store their scrubs & sh¡t.

They go for yellow scrubs, though, because orange C.H.B. scrubs make them look like escaped convicts.

Fun Band-Aids™

They give out little orange stickers with laurels around the edges that are like I voted! stickers, but they're injury-specific.

I got my leg(s) reattached! & Percy Jackson shot me in the butt! & I ticked off Clarisse! & I made out with an Aphrodite kid in the poison ivy! & I fell off the lava wall! & I got pranked by the Stolls!

After a war or just when there’re a lot of campers in the infirmary, there seems to be a constant flow of Apollo kids singing one hymn to their father in unison to heal someone.

Sometimes, an unconscious camper wakes in a cot & thinks they’ve died & gone to the wrong afterlife for a moment because their singing sounds like angels.

The medically inclined wash their hands like surgeons.

Kind of germophobic?

They also go around tying surgeons knots in everything.

In the summer, they’re walking Banana Boat sunscreen & after-sun aloe lotion dispensers.

The medically inclined also have the world’s sh¡ttiest handwriting.

They have to work hard to fix it if it bothers them.

Can check your vitals & run a blood test just by touching you.

A lot of them casually touch their loved ones (at least, the ones that aren’t in C7) every morning to check their vitals & see how their health’s doing.

They do it subconsciously every time they touch someone & don’t notice it until they pick up something’s wrong.

They can do this for themselves as well. Though it may not be as accurate? And they take daily vitamins depending on what they need.

Organize their lives via pill box (never lose an earring).

Fight surgically. Every blade in their hands becomes a scalpel, & every time they’re going in for a kill against an armed anthropomorphic monster, they slice the tendons in its arm required to grip its weapon to disable it before going in for the kill.

Back to C7, it’s got a little porch with a porch swing. The kids sit on it sometimes & teach people how to play instruments.

They leave the porch light on at night when they’re waiting for one of their siblings to come home from a quest.

Jumping into the depressing sh¡t, they never found Michael’s body, so they only presumed him dead. They leave the porch light on every night now, hoping he’ll come home.

Apollo kids are afraid of the dark. They use the buddy system after the sun goes down.

The cabin’s central light fixture is a papier-mâché sun that’s been charmed to glow when someone sings 🎶 clap on 🎶 & stop glowing when someone sings 🎶 clap off. 🎶

The curtains are a gold fabric. They’re only closed at night. Because, again, C7 kids are afraid of the dark.

The Wikipedia says Apollo kids are cursed to be afraid of snakes (I assume by the Python Apollo killed). I feel like they’d burn a lot of aster leaves then. I read somewhere it was said by the Greeks to ward off evil spirits & snakes.

They play Go Fish with their tarot cards. They’re really good at tarot games.

Hand-drawn tarot decks featuring figures form Greek myth.

There’s a target on the back wall they practice throwing cards at. They can throw them in combat for a distraction with terrifying accuracy.

There’s a Magic 8 ball that’s passed around on the Winter Solstice (the longest night of the year), when — as a headcanon I’m sure I’ve read somewhere has indicated — they’re up all night.

Crystal balls are allowed. However, they must be covered with a cloth or placed in a box when not in use because they’re double-convex lenses, & we don’t want another incident like the fire of 1993.

Sometimes, they make little predictions throughout the day other campers may find disturbing. Such as whipping around and catching a stray arrow without warning (spidey sense?). Or cutting you off when you’re talking about someone moments before they walk into the room.

There’s a tea cart in the corner. Because tea is good for healing & they’ve accumulated an addiction.

The cart has a radio on it that’s always on at night because a lot of C7 kids can’t sleep without noise. (Inspired by @sugarandspiceandkindanice.)

Most of the time, it’s on a nearby country station that actually plays good country at night. But sometimes they switch channels — especially when there’s a new kid settling in & they could use the comfort.

There’s a portable record player there too. The shelves under the cart are full of C.D.s & records.

I’m sure I’ve read a headcanon somewhere that they sing every morning while getting ready for the day. That’s true.

The number of times it’s been “When Will My Life Begin” from Tangled is disturbing, though.

🎶 seven a.m., the usual morning lineup! 🎶

Luke said in The Lightning Thief C11 is up at 07:00 & breakfast is at 08:00, I think, but we all know Apollo’s waking his kids up when the sun rises.

A lot of the time, someone will just start out with whatever song they have stuck in their head & everyone else will pick it up.

Sometimes, this leads to members having the aforementioned song stuck in their head for the rest of the day.

Even the people who aren’t musically inclined will sing along, as they’re usually drowned out by the music kids that get really into it.

So sometimes those not-music kids will find themselves singing by themselves during the day years later & are surprised to find — they actually sound good?? Or at least not bad??? And it’s because singing is a learned skill & they picked it up.

I’m sure I’ve also read a headcanon somewhere that they sing “Look Down” from Les Mis when they have to do menial chores, but I'm adding “It’s a Hard-Knock Life” from Annie, “Whistle While You Work” from Snow White, “Happy Working Song” from Enchanted, & the Smurf song.

They break into song all the time.

Lee was glaring at Tantalus once & made the mistake of saying, “Sometimes, I wish —” and the entire cabin broke out with “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

🎶 — i'd never been born at all! carry on, carry on… 🎶

As mentioned in at least The Lightning Thief & The Lost Hero, they spend a lot of time playing basketball. You can bet your butt they do a rendition of “Getcha Head in the Game” from High School Musical every time there’s a new camper passing by.

They have a sister named Jubilee, and every time someone greets her — "Hey, Jube!" — the entire cabin breaks into “Hey, Jude” by The Beetles.

🎶 hey, Jube! don't make it bad. take a sad song & make it better… 🎶

Sometimes, if there are two campers that really need to get together, C10′ll commission C7 to sing “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid (or the same song with different pronouns, obviously).

It’s usually a capella unless someone happens to have an instrument on them.

Rickrolling.

The “Macarena.”

Apollo takes clandestine recordings of their jam sessions & distributes them professionally. Whatever money’s made goes directly into their college funds or they periodically find it under their pillow tooth-fairy-style.

There’s a lot of denim because the artistic members like to paint on the backs of jackets & the pockets of jeans.

A lot of them have excellent aim with most projectiles, so they toss stuff to each other a lot. This results in them being oddly in sync, so they can catch something from another sibling without warning & without looking like Sam & Dean Winchester do in Supernatural.

Their life looks like a Dude Perfect trick shot video.

It also results in some funny looks when they hurl things halfway across camp to each other. Namely, the whistling Nerf football.

C7 is two stories. The second story has paint on every wall.

The east wall upstairs has arrows mounted that got Robin Hooded along with a little tag with the name of the C7 kid & the date it happened.

They also have arrows mounted from the first bullseye if there’s a member being taught.

Lots of musical instruments & art supplies up there.

There’s an old T.V. up there. They have all of Bob Ross’s show on V.H.S.

C7′s south wall (ground floor) holds the door to the bathroom on one side & a door leading to the stairs.

It also hosts framed photos of Charlotte, Lee, & Michael.

Instead of saying “shoot,” they say “loose.” For everything. Instead of saying “Shoot!” when they drop something, they say “Loose!”

It's kinda one of those things — like your friend starts saying something & you just integrate it into your vocabulary subconsciously.

They like to play a game where you shoot an arrow straight up & try to catch it as it comes back down.

That sounds really stupid on their part, but it actually comes in handy when someone tries to shoot them in combat & they catch the arrow, dumbfounding whoever's attempted to skewer them.

The cresting on their arrows is in Morse code of their nickname (·—— ·· ·—·· ·—··). They can take one look at an arrow & tell what’s whose.

And the paint color of the cresting tells them what kind of arrow it is — bullet tip, broadhead, explosive, etc.

Every bunk in C7 is made with hospital corners. No exceptions. The kids who aren’t medically inclined learn because all the beds being made the same way makes it look cleaner for inspection.

I can’t decide if Apollo kids have really good eyesight so they fit the Hawkeye bill or if they’ve all just read — Apollo’s the god of knowledge — & painted so much they’ve messed up their eyes.

The number of times one of them has used bowstring wax on an art project in a rush instead of glue is hilariously large.

I use String Snot, and it comes in a container that looks like a glue stick.

A lot of them wear bracers all the time.

When the time it takes to sling one’s quiver onto one’s back, grab one’s bow, knock an arrow, & draw is so long, one really doesn’t have time to also strap on their bracers before rushing out of the cabin to threaten a giant bronze dragon.

Not to mention if they use a recurve, they’ll also have to string their bow.

And a number of them do use recurves due to the abilities to both knock multiple arrows at once & to restring in the field.

Bows with risers coated in golden, reflective paint & limbs painted with artistic strokes.

Trick arrows are their jam. C9 is constantly being asked for new arrows.

Explosive arrows, sonic arrows, grappling hook arrows…

That’s another saying they’ve all taken to: “___ is my jam!”

There’s a bookshelf or reference material on Apollo for new C7 kids (as Rick’s indicated), but the rest of the case is full of medical journals & textbooks & books on art & poetry & divining the future.

A lot — if not all — of them have either gold flecks in their eyes or central heterochromia.

Freckles across their noses & shoulders & on the tips of their ears. Tans. Sun-bleached hair.

Long, nimble fingers perfect for playing musical instruments.

Either they hate the winter because the sun's out for less time (so you’ll find them walking around with blanched skin & faded freckles & with both a hoody & a parka on), or they’re perfectly fine with winter & are used by everyone around them as walking space heaters.

They spend a lot of time with Castor & Pollux.

Rachel sits at T7. She’s practically an Apollo kid at this point.

While her cave was being renovated, she stayed in C7.

Their dad’s the god of truth; none of these M.F.s can lie worth a sh¡t.

But, by the gods, they can tell when you’re lying.

And they take it as a personal insult. That you (A) would dare do something as immoral as lying in the first place & that you (B) would dare to insult their intelligence in such a way because you thought they couldn’t tell.

C6 & C7 are both known for reacting outrageously when their intelligence is insulted (see: chapter 10 of The Battle of the Labyrinth).

The more civil of the reactions of a C7 kid being lied to is cursing the liar to tell the truth, which I believe they can.

They can curse you to speak in rhyming couplets; they should be able to curse you to tell the truth.

You mean to tell me none of these kids have created a functioning Lasso of Truth yet?

This one's really long. 😅

A lot of people fancast Sam Claflin as Apollo, but I'm going with Ross Lynch. 'Cause I do what I want. 😎

Visit my Apollo cabin Pinterest board or my headcanon masterlist.

DISCLAIMER ━━━ These headcanons are what I consider to be canon in my fanfictions. They may be others’s headcanons I’ve subconsciously filed away in my noggin. If one’s yours and you want it removed or credited, please send me your post and let me know.

#Apollo #Apollo kids #children of Apollo #Apollo cabin #headcanons #headcannons #Percy Jackson #PJO #HOO #TOA #remakethestars #art #archery #painting #healing #doctors #sun #hcs #TW: mentions of violence

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ursifors · 3 years

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Jeremy Dooley Twitch AMA May 27th

NOT verbatim Jeremy talks a lot and I don't have that much time on my hands. He also goes off on a lot of tangents between answers that I didn't write down so watch the VOD for those.

Q: Which of the 1551 songs that you've written is your favorite? A: That's a tough call - Going Down Swinging is a lot of fun - Nobody Gets Left Behind is another one of my favorites. It's a really good one.

Q: How is it being a 29 year old infant? A: Well that's not for much longer, I'm only 29 for another week. And then I'm the big Three Oh.

Q: Have you ever been to the Big E in Springfield, Mass.? A: No I don't think I've ever been to Springfield, Mass.

Q: What's your best memory with Fredo and Trevor? A: The three tall guys bit in Off Topic 200 + In live shows we would do improve stuff together and we'd do Whose Line type games and it was a lot of fun.

Q: If you had to pick would you rather be stuck in a space station with Darryl the alien or necromorphs. A: I don't know if I can really answer that because I've never played Dead Space. Necromorphs sound awful because you don't just die, Darryl would just kill you.

Q: If you couldn't live in Austin or the North East where would you live? A: Australia.

Q: Do you plan on having kids? A: I don't know. As of right now, no.

Q: Will you still go see the new office? A: Yes, absolutely I will.

Q: Why did you tease Uranium(?) in Go Nitro and then he disappeared? A: He's an overarching enemy in Go Nitro and will pop up in later stories.

Q: Any new music projects? A: Just working on the new album right now!

Q: How you likin' the mustang? A: I'm liking it a lot!

Q: Was the kitty situation a factor in staying home? A: No it was not, this has been a long time in the works.

Q: Do you collect pokemon cards? A: I used to!

Q: Have you checked out the DLC for Borderlands 3? A: Some of it!

Q: Purple or orange? A: Purple over orange.

Q: Will you do a meet and greet in Mass? A: Yes I'd love to do more meet and greets! We just have to be more careful nowadays.

Q: What do you do when you get writers block? A: I would go for a walk and put myself in a situation where I can't write, and talk to myself as characters talking to each other in the book and it would get me excited to write again.

Q: Who's your favorite member of the post team and why is it Jerren(?) A: I don't have a favorite post team member they're all great!

Q: How long did it take you to write your book? A: I've been writing Go Nitro one since I was in the 3rd grade, so it's hard to answer.

Q: If you were the supreme leader of a cult what would it be called? A: Do As I Say Not As I Do

Q: 1551 songs are fun to try and play. A: PLEASE UPLOAD COVERS ON YOUTUBE AND SEND THEM TO ME

Q: Favorite state you've lived in? A: Mass!

Q: Are you gonna be doing more private streaming with you being less involved with AH when they go back to the office? A: That's a bridge that we'll cross when we come to it type thing. The short answer is yes. I'm not leaving AH but I'll be more of a contract worker like Ify is.

Q: Do you have a P.O. box? A: Yes! (Note from Logan: Idk the address sorry LOL)

Q: What happened to the second mass effect vod? A: There were some edits I wanted to make to it, there were times I got up and left and I wanted to cut that down, I took the video I edited a bunch of stuff and then uploaded that and took it down from twitch.

Q: Next tattoo? A: Compass rose on my chest. I also wanna get mom's knife from Binding of Isaac and a creeper face.

Q: Who will do dumb stuff like marshmallow spiderman :( A: I'm sure people will be stepping up to do stuff like that.

Q: Best Linkin Park song? A: impossible to say

Q: Will you be playing Returnal? A: yes i want to but i have so many games to play right now + achievement hunter stuff

Q: How long did you have the tall desk? A: two or three days before i was like please i need life back

Q: Any updates on Go Nitro? A: Not right now! When I have more time to write I will.

Q: Favorite Three Days Grace song? A: It's too hard to pick just one song. Animal I Become, Just Like You, Riot, are all some favorites.

Q: Do you plan on playing Subnautica? A: I plan on it! Q: New musical artist you recommend? A: No, but listen to Syler(???) if you haven't.

Q: Do you ever get tired of playing video games all day for work and then playing them on stream/for yourself after work? A: Yes and no. I don't play games I like a lot at work usually so I don't get sick of them.

Q: With the announcement are you still going to make it to RTX? A: Yes!

Q: Are you staying with AH and just working remote? A: Yes.

Q: If there is a season 3 of Haunter will you be in it? A: Yeah if i'm invited!

Q: What's the best food you ever had and where? A: I don't know how to answer that, that is such a wide spectrum of stuff. A food I've only had once is caviar. Also when I was in South Korean I had abalone.

Q: If given the opportunity to do so safely would you pet a sea monster? A: No I don't wanna touch it but I'd like to look at it.

Q: What is your favorite thing to cook? A: Steak and mashed potatoes. Q: I'm playing one of your songs at my wedding what do you suggest for dancing? A: Please do not play 1551 at your wedding (he was laughing here)

Q: Is there a dream car if not another high ticket dream item? A: We have our mustang, but I'm not a super car guy?

Q: Are you going to stream more once you do less AH content? A: Yes that is the plan, the number of days I stream will go up.

Q: Are you still playing pokemon go? A: Nope.

Q: Favorite city in Mass? A: Burlington my home town!

Q: Do you think you could persuade Chilled to join in AH among us? A: I mean if he has time, Chilled is an insanely busy person it's kind of hard to like, book him.

Q: Any plans to return to Stardew? A: I think that's run it's course and we have a lot more games to play.

Q: Was Roulette's play with all them getting replaced with Rainbow Six real or fake? A: First of all they were getting replaced with Battlefront. There might have been some tomfoolery in that.

Q: How did you feel when you started getting famous on the internet was it a surreal experience? A: Yeah! Yeah - It's weird. It was a weird feeling the first time someone recognized me, or I did a signing and people were there. The first time it really kicked it was we were about to go out and do like an off topic at rtx or something, and it was very shortly after I had been pulled in as part of the main cast and the crowd started to chant "lil j" for no reason and it was so weird.

Q: If you could have one thing behind you while your stream what would it be? A: A neon sign- You know those neon signs that depending on what colors light up its a different image? Right? I want one that pertains to what alcohol I'm drinking at the time.

#jeremy dooley #erlande: i hope someone writes this down #me: anything for u babe

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fromthedeskofelizabeththird · 3 years

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Habanero

You're a good girl, well behaved.

Absolutely not the type to rail random guys in nightclubs.

Until you are.

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Polyamorous Erasermic x Reader

Rating: Some references to explicitness towards the end

Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter.

AO3: Here | Want to support me? I have a Kofi

Chapter: 16/16 (all chapters)

You were proud of your home.

You had painted the walls yourself, built cupboards and shelves and painted those too. You’d crocheted your own throw blanket and stuffed every single cushion you owned.

You had made room in one corner for a moses basket and built a wine rack for when you had adult guests over.

It was warm and cosy and you often found yourself dozing off on the couch.

Today, in fact, was such an occasion. You opened your eyes to soft light, snuggled up in the same position as when you returned from work. You had taken off your coat and shoes and set aside your purse, meaning to take a couple of minutes before getting up to make dinner.

Clearly, that had not gone according to plan. You sat up with a wince and rubbed the spots of your back that had grown stiff. How long had you been asleep?

You moved to get up from the chair but that was easier said than done. You were, after all, extremely pregnant and even if your center of gravity wasn’t completely displaced, navigating your swollen belly was getting increasingly difficult.

This was your last week at work before you left for maternity leave and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t glad. Your nesting instincts had hit you hard within the past month or so and you’d reshuffled the furniture more times than you could count.

Nezu had been more than accommodating when he brought staff members into the dorms on site. Your dormitories were more like apartment complexes than the shared halls the students lived in. Your apartment was built to very specific requirements, namely that it was sound proofed and made from two apartments merged into one larger one, with doors connecting them together. There was enough room for Hizashi to do his radio show, for a home office, a bedroom for Eri and, more recently, a nursery.

Eri had a room to the left of yours, specifically chosen for easy access when she had nightmares and needed reassurance. You chose the room on the right of yours for the baby. Eri had offered to share her room, though you got the feeling she didn’t understand much about babies in general, let alone night time feeds and diaper changes.

You could hear three sets of voices coming from the nursery and you waddled towards it, clasping one hand over your belly and the other on your hip for balance.

Hizashi, Shouta and Eri were in the middle of building a crib, Hizashi leaning over the half finished frame, Shouta holding out tools and Eri sitting cross legged in the nursing chair, squinting at an upside down set of instructions.

“Are you sure that’s the right screw?”

“Positive.”

“It’s just that...I need five of them. How many do you have there?”

“One.”

Hizashi was a lot better at DIY projects than Shouta, thanks in part to how much of his time he spent building sound rigs and fixing his equipment. You could have lingered in the doorway forever, just watching them, though your back and ankles were already beginning to protest.

“Having fun?”

Eri gasped in happiness at the sight of you standing there, launching herself out of the nursing chair and reaching for your hand.

“We’re building the baby’s bed,” she said, hopping on the spot as you lowered yourself into the chair. “They’re following my instructions!”

“So I see,” you said. “Looks like you’re being very helpful!”

“We couldn’t do it without ya, Eri,” said Hizashi, before turning back to Shouta. “How many do you have now?”

“ One .”

“That can’t be right.”

Hizashi sat up and shuffled across to Shouta, counting out the screws and other materials.

“One,” he said, turning the screw over in his hand. “Why would they only give us one ?"

“Probably so we’d have to go back and spend more money,” said Shouta.

You sat back in your chair and rubbed your hand over your belly, glancing round at the near complete nursery. Everyone had contributed something; all four of you (and several others) had made your mark on this room.

Hizashi had assembled just about everything, from the changing station to the bookcase to the nursing chair you were currently sitting in. The very same day you told him you were pregnant, he came home with an armful of toys, almost all of which were sound related and certainly far too advanced for a newborn, though he refused to hear it. He’d also bought a music player and specialised headphones so that he could play music or voice recordings through your belly. It had become his favourite thing to do ever since your bump got noticeable, mostly because it almost never failed to make the baby kick.

Eri (under supervision, of course) had painted rainbows, clouds and kitties on the walls, as well as a picture of her and the baby enjoying a basket of apples. She didn’t know much about babies, much less what this one would look like, so her painting looked a little like a potato. She’d been something of a bad influence on Shouta, too, who couldn’t refuse her at the best of times, much less when she was pointing out cute onesies.

Shouta supplied almost all of the stuffed animals in the room, as well as the mobile you planned to hang above the cot. You hadn’t realised just how many baby toys, clothes and equipment were cat themed until Shouta bought almost all of them.

Nemuri’s gift lurked in the corner; an enormous teddy bear with glass eyes and a tartan scarf. It was almost as tall as you were and possibly the most hideous thing you had ever seen, but she and Hizashi had both smiled so widely when she brought it over that you had had little choice but to put it next to the bookshelf.

Your colleagues at UA (with the exception of Shouta and Hizashi for obvious reasons) had gifted you a storybook, with buttons at the side. They had recorded themselves speaking the lines and sometimes, when you wanted a giggle, you pulled it off the shelf and pressed the buttons yourself.

You had overseen everything without picking up quite as many individual items, though in your defense you were contributing the baby.

“That reminds me,” you said aloud without meaning to, “just a second…”

You had done something a little special, something you had been working on for weeks and couldn’t wait to hand over.

You climbed up out of the chair and waddled into the bedroom, coming back with a box you’d gone so far as to wrap with a ribbon.

“What is it, doll?”

“I got the test results back a few weeks ago,” you said with a grin, holding the box out towards them. “I was wondering how to tell you...so I made this.”

Due to your somewhat unique circumstances, you had gone through much of your pregnancy without knowing the identity of the father. You knew it was either Shouta or Hizashi, but couldn’t put that on the birth certificate.

You’d sent samples of your blood and Hizashi and Shouta’s saliva to be tested, though as far as they knew, that was where the story ended.

Both of them eyed the box in your arms, knowing that whatever was inside it would change the course of your futures. One of them was about to become a father, biologically speaking.

Eri didn’t fully understand the situation, but she did understand the concept of presents.

“Can I see?” she cried out.

“Sure, sweetie, why don’t you open it?”

You handed the box to Eri and sat back down in your nursing chair, watching in anticipation as she unfastened the ribbon and lifted the lid.

Maybe it was the hormones, but you’d been thinking about Ego a lot lately. You remembered glasses shattering against the floor, remembered your heart shattering into just as many pieces.

“It’s a onesie,” Eri cried out, dragging the black fabric out of the box.

“Sure is, honeybun,” said Hizashi. “What else is in there?”

It had been years since that night at the bar that changed everything and up until then you hadn’t been the biggest believer in destiny.

“Look,” said Eri, dragging out a small, grey strip of fabric, “it’s a scarf! Oooh, and there’s goggles!”

“That’s right! It’s a hero costume.”

You remembered how long you had shivered inside of a toilet stall, scrubbing away a stranger’s cum. You’d panicked, the reality of what you had done sinking in. You had never been so happy as when you got your next period; you didn’t even complain about the breakout and hellish cramps that came along with it.

You planted a hand on your belly, unable to stroke your son’s hair and so settling for his general vicinity.

Needless to say, you were a believer now.

#erasermic x reader #poly!erasermic #aizawa shouta x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #present mic x reader #habanero

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chocoholicannanymous · 3 years

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If the Spit Hits the Fan (Glee) Pt XVII

This is the penultimate part. The last one is written and drafted - I did finish while on vacation. Expect it for next weekend.

Follows pt I, pt II, pt III, pt IV, pt V, pt VI, pt VII, pt VIII, pt IX, pt X, pt XI, pt XII, pt XIII, pt XIV, pt XV and pt XVI.

It's as everything happens in May. Kurt feels as if he should be used to it by now, but this year is worse than any before. It's understandable, he guesses, what with it being his senior year, but understanding doesn't help. Some of the squares on his wall calendar has so many things on them they're barely legible, and there are days when he wants to just quit it all.

He can always work in his dad's garage for the rest of his life. Surely that's not the worst thing ever?

The only reason he's not a complete wreck when Nationals comes is the Warblers meeting held right after Regionals where David had used logic (how dare he) and suggested their approach to Nationals.

Kurt's first, immediate reaction is “we're never going to win with that” which he also says out loud, only to be met by “so what”.

“I don't say this lightly. I've been a Warbler for four years. It's been amazing to be surrounded by all of these talented people, and make music just because we like it, and that's why I've kept it up even with all the hints I've gotten that my 'future career' would be better served by me spending that time on learning another language or studying harder. After all, what use is singing and dancing for a lawyer?”

There's a bitterness in David's voice, and it's echoed in a number of murmurs around the room.

“This is the one thing I do for fun, that I do just for me, and some days the only thing that makes slogging through my mountain of homework bearable is knowing that once I'm done I can go enjoy Warblers. This year's group hold more talent of all my years here, which is why it hurts to say that I don't think we can win, no matter what setlist we go on with. We're simply not the kind of group that wins a contest like this.”

Which, probably true. The Warblers are good, yes, but they're an all boys a capella group performing in uniforms. They don't have the productions that teams who wins Nationals do. Doesn't mean that it hurts just as much to hear as it hurts to say.

“The truth is – and I'm sorry, I know we don't talk about him, but I have to – the truth is that we didn't even compete before Blaine.”

Kurt expects it to sting to hear his name. It does, but not much. He's moving past that.

“Blaine walked in here and wanted to compete so badly. He spent his first semester here trying to talk us into trying, even with all the reasons we had for not going so, and he got his way. That doesn't change the fact that this is only our second year competing, and we've surpassed all expectations by making it to Nationals. To do so again and win, or even place in the top... I don't think we can do that, not even with all the talent in this room.”

No one likes hearing that, but no one's disagreeing either. They aren't going to win. That's just how it is.

“So why not do that we like? Why don't we pick songs we like and that showcases our strengths? Why don't we sing a song that will make you happy, Kurt? And if it knocks us down in the ranking to do so, who cares? I don't.”

To hear someone say that Kurt's happiness should matter more than placement – to hear David say it, after everything the year before – causes tears to well up in his eyes. To hear every single Warbler agree make those tears fall.

They'd walked out of that meeting stronger than they'd gone in, and Kurt lets himself gather strength from that memory for a few seconds before he steps forward and lets his voice soar.

“Something has changed within me, something is not the same / I'm through with playing by the rules, of someone else's game”

They finish eleventh. It's better than they'd dared to hope, with all the absolutely excellent teams competing. It the joy is tinged with a little bitterness? Who can blame them? Maybe, more than one of them wonders, a more conventional setlist could have placed them among the top ten. At the same time they're all aware that maybe it would have have placed them dead last. There's no way of telling, and no use speculating.

They did their best, enjoyed their performance and finished eleventh at Nationals. That's nothing to look down on. In fact...

“We did better than New Directions last year” Kurt says with a smirk.

They've beaten his old team, his so-called friends, in every way possible and he allows himself to see that as a win.

Finn posts video of all their songs on his Facebook and is proud (and smug) enough to also post the “Defying Gravity” performance in the Glee group with a comment about how Kurt obviously could hit that note, tagging both Rachel and Mr Schue. It's petty, and Kurt should be big enough of a person to ask Finn to remove it, but no. If his brother wants to stand up for him Kurt isn't just going to let him, he's going to be grateful.

Feeling loved and protected is not something he's ever going to scoff at.

Nationals is followed by finals, the less said about the better, and then prom. Or well, “the Dalton Academy and Crawford County Day Joint Spring Formal”. Same thing right?

Wrong.

The spring formal is every thing junior prom wasn't. It's not really the fact that Sebastian asks Kurt properly to be his date for the formal, and compliments his outfit. It's not that even without decorations Dalton's auditorium is more grand than McKinley's gym. It's not even the grand dinner with lit candles, waiters and three courses before the dance or that there's a band that plays waltzes and foxtrot for the first two hours before the DJ is allowed to take over.

It's that even before they've entered the transformed dining hall Kurt spots half a dozen same-sex couples, a number that keeps going up during the evening. It's the fact that he gets to dance the whole evening, not in a group or with a girl, but with Sebastian and the occasional Warbler. Mostly it's Sebastian's arms he's in, and it's amazing.

It's so far from his junior prom and Blaine that it almost hurts.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No. Everything is... This year everything is perfect.”

Sebastian doesn't look entirely convinced, but decides to drop it and instead lean closer for a kiss.

The evening really is perfect.

The morning of his birthday Kurt walks into the dining hall alone only to be met with a table full of Warblers that stand up and sing for him as soon as he clears the door. There's one place left at the table, next to Sebastian, set with the kind of breakfast not even Dalton serves (fresh croissant, strawberries, a piece of brie and a one-person pot of tea) with a rainbow rose in a vase. Kurt sits down with a smile and leans over to kiss his boyfriend's cheek.

“So, rainbow roses are going to be our thing, is it? I love it.”

He spends the day with a smile on his lips, because his boyfriend took the time to do something special for him on his birthday and his friends have promised cake in the Warblers' room after dinner, and he feels loved.

“Cake” turns out to be cheesecake and presents, and more singing, and so much more smiling. Afterwards Sebastian walks him back to his room. There's no kissing though, which Kurt finds unacceptable.

“Isn't there some kind of rule that you get kisses on your birthday? I would have thought that was a part of the boyfriend experience, and to be honest I'm feeling very much unkissed.”

That nets him a crooked smile, but still no kisses. It's almost enough to worry him.

“You can have all the kisses you want, and not just on your birthday, you know that babe. However, there's something else I wanted you to have first.”

Sebastian pulls out a small package from him pocket and hands it over with a smile, which begins to fade when Kurt doesn't immediately take it. It's just, well.

“Another present? You shouldn't have.”

“Another? What do you mean?”

The truth is that Kurt fully expected breakfast and a rose to be the whole of Sebastian's congratulations, and he doesn't quite know how to take getting more than that. He doesn't really know how to explain it though, and definitely not in a way that won't start Sebastian on another rant about how Blaine was unworthy of Kurt's affection. Especially since it's not just about him.

Turns out he doesn't need to say anything – and apparently he's getting yet another present in the form of the absence of that rant.

“Breakfast was a treat. This is your actual present, which I hope you'll like at least as much as that.”

Sebastian looks a little worried as Kurt removes the paper and opens the small box inside (and if he's a little shaky to open a jewelry box from his boyfriend no one needs to know). It's a pair of gorgeous cufflinks with just the right balance between classy and unique and he absolutely loves them.

“These are amazing! They're too much, really, but they're so gorgeous that I'm going to pretend they're not. I love them!” I love you. But that's a bit too early to say, and so instead he leans forward and does his absolute best to communicate exactly that through kissing.

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Norwegian Star Resa Saffa Park Explores Newfound ‘Spaces’ [Q&A]

For those fans of the very excellent Norwegian Netflix series Ragnarok, the medium-spanning talents of Resa Saffa Park, who plays Saxa, are immediately apparent; but however you know her, you will be even more impressed by familiarizing yourself with her most recent musical effort Spaces. Wanting to know more about this hyper talented creative architect, who seems to exude artistry regardless of creative endeavor, we reach out and try to get the inside scoop.

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Ones To Watch: Who is Resa Saffa Park? As a multidisciplinary artist, what does music mean for your expression?

Resa Saffa Park: I am a singer, songwriter, performer, and actress and even though I use my birth name for most acting, I still use a lot of my acting skills in my musical project as well, but in a different way. I like to say that the art made from my music is more “me introverted” whilst the projects in acting are more “me extroverted,” but they always intertwine too.

What is Spaces all about?

The EP is a collection of thoughts and feelings I've had related to distance, space, gaps, and loss. How we as individuals associate and link to one another and how we navigate in different rooms, boxes: spaces.

With a performing arts background, how did you settle on your sound? What influenced you?

I am inspired and influenced by a lot of things, I grew up with musical theatre so that has inspired me a lot, I played Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz and I loved singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” I still have a love for Judy Garland and the old classics. I've also played in Annie, Grease, Peter Pan as well as dancing classical ballet at The Royal Academy of Dance for nine years so I think that form of discipline both in musical theatre and ballet has had an impact on me. Nirvana was a huge influence in my teens, as well as Miley Cyrus. I love the playfulness in Miley and the sensitivities and vulnerability in Nirvana, in a form of music so seemingly not sensitive. And then in my late teens, I fell in love with jazz, especially vocal jazz where my favorites are Billie Holiday and Chet Baker. I find that Kurt Cobain, Billie Holiday, and Chet Baker all held something in common, a sort of softness with a sharp edge I find absolutely intriguing.

Who helped you craft this EP? How has your prior work influenced this project?

This EP is created by me and one of my best friends Lasse Nymann (NYLAN) who have produced the songs. We met at The Liverpool Institute of Performing Arts in Liverpool and have been close friends and worked together in music since. In my debut EP from 2020, I collaborated with multiple different producers without having a concrete stand on exact sound which I feel might have made my vision of my sound a bit blurry, whereas now Lasse and I have focused a lot on reaching the exact sound of Resa Saffa Park.

Any dream collaborators or artists you’d love to work with?

I'd love to work with producer/songwriters like Gianluca Buccellati, Jordan Rakei, would die for a collab with artists like The KTNA, Joy Crookes, Sopico, and Tamino.

Can we expect more of this style in the future, potentially on an upcoming album?

Yes, I feel confident in this style, and it resonates true to me.

What’s inspiring you right now outside of music?

As we are still in a pandemic environment I'm struggling with inspiration a bit, but I find inspiration in loneliness actually. A lot of it too.

Who are your Ones To Watch?

My current Ones To Watch are Joy Crookes, The KTNA, Lola Young and Alva Ravn. Resa Saffa Park’s Spaces is available everywhere you can stream it.

#resa saffa park #spaces #interviews #indie #indie rock

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vague-and-aloof · 3 years

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GETTING TO KNOW YOU CHAPTER 3 - SNEAK PEEK

Well, I promised you guys a sneak peek of the next chapter, and here it is! Hope you’ll like it!

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Mistoffelees had never invited another cat home before, not even as a kitten. When he started going to school his father had already started to tell him that magic scared other cats and this had resulted in him not even trying to make friends or get too close to other cats. So asking any of his classmates if they wanted to come with him to play at his house was never an option. So he wasn't quite sure what to do as he led Tugger into his house, unlocking the door to find the house empty.

"Looks like father isn't home yet." He said as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the coat hanger and toed off his shoes. "And Victoria was going to be with Plato after school, so we have the house to ourselves."

"Lucky us." Tugger said a little vaguely as he shrugged off his leather jacket and hung it next to Mistoffelees' before taking another good long look at the hallway with wide eyes. "Wow, this place is nice. Like, really, really nice." He turned back to Mistoffelees, kicked off his boots before placing them by the other shoes. "Your dad must be seriously loaded if you can afford living in a damn mansion! I mean, my dad's pretty well-off too, but not like this."

Mistoffelees smirked cheekily and shrugged. "I don't know if I'd call it a mansion, but yeah, I suppose it is a pretty nice house."

Tugger whirled around and stared at him, very much like how Plato had stared at Victoria the first time he had come by their house. "Pretty nice? Understatement of the decade! When you said that your dad makes millions of pounds a year, I thought you were exaggerating."

Laughing softly, Mistoffelees shook his head and started to lead Tugger further into the house. "Well, in a way I suppose I was and wasn't. Father comes from a very wealthy family, so he already had a big sum of money to his name. But he also owns a lot of very popular and upscale clubs in the city, which makes him a lot of money every year. A big sum of that money goes back into his clubs, in order to keep making those big sums of money. But he still gets to keep-" He paused to think for a moment. "Hm, I believe about 50 percent of it. So if he makes 5 million pounds in one year, he still gets to keep 2.5 million."

Tugger's jaw looked like it was close to falling off his face as he stared at Mistoffelees. Then he blinked and started to quietly mumble under his breath and counted on his fingers, then his eyes widened. "Dude, that's still 200 000 pounds a month! What the hell does he even do with that much money? Your bills can't be that much!"

Laughing again, Mistoffelees held up his paw and started counting on his fingers. "Cleaning staff, personal chef, tuition and school related costs, top of the line dancing gear and instructors for me and Victoria, his own personal parties... food." Mistoffelees sighed and shook his head exasperatedly. "Lots and lots of food. It's all very good food, the best he can find, but it's all a bit much. Especially since Victoria and I don't eat anywhere near as much as he does."

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. "There are cats starving in Africa and here we are, buying enough food to feed an entire army for months every week. It's sad, really." Then he shook his head again and turned back to Tugger with a small smile.

"And of course he gives me and Tori an allowance every month. But he only gives us a small amount, I don't think he's ever given us more than a hundred pounds each. He says he has no problem paying for school and the things we need or make us happy, but he doesn't want us to rely on him for everything. He values hard work and working for your success and doesn't want to spoil us to the point where we expect him to hand us everything in life."

Tugger nodded and tilted his head to the side. "Hm, that's pretty smart. Don't want to spoil your kids so they end up like Amaryl."

This made Mistoffelees laugh and he covered his mouth with his paw. "No, you really don't." He took a deep breath and licked his lips. "My father and I have different views on a lot of things, but I respect that he has always wanted to teach us the value of hard work and encouraged us to find our own success rather than lean on his wealth."

They entered the dining room and Mistoffelees placed his bag in one of the chairs, prompting Tugger to do the same. "Let's sit in here. It's the most comfortable place to do homework in."

Mistoffelees, still very unsure of what to do, remembered how his father usually treated his guests when he invited his friends over and made his way towards the kitchen. "Can I get you anything, by the way? Water, tea, coffee?"

Tugger grinned widely. "Yeah, can I have some fur dye in my coffee?" Both of them started laughing for a good long minute before calming down.

"Well, I don't think we have any fur dye in the house at the moment, unfortunately, but I can go and get some of my father's fur tonic if that's alright." This got them laughing again before Mistoffelees waved at him to come with him into the kitchen.

"It's probably best that you make your own coffee, so you can pick what you want for yourself."

Their coffee machine was very nice, made out of metal and black plastic with a touch display showing several different kinds of coffee you could have. From regular coffee, espresso, cappuccino, latte and much more. The Deuteronomys' had a similar one back at home, but the one they had could only make coffee, espresso and cappuccino. Tugger tended to make two cappuccinos at once in a big cup, which was fairly similar to a latte but not quite the same. This was a bit more luxurious, that was for sure.

He looked up at Mistoffelees, who was rummaging around in a cupboard for tea bags. "I thought you said you weren't a big coffee person."

Mistoffelees paused in his rummaging to turn and look at Tugger, one eyebrow raised and his mouth a straight line. "Oh, yeah you're right, I'm not. I suppose we really should just get rid of it then, since there's no one else in this house who likes to drink coffee." He turned back to the cupboard and took out a box with tea with a long, exaggerated sigh. "Oh, what a waste of two thousand pounds."

At first Tugger smirked and turned back to the display, but then his words registered in his brain and he whirled around to stare at Mistoffelees. "Your dad bought a coffee machine for two thousand pounds?!"

Groaning loudly, Mistoffelees turned around to Tugger with a large tea mug in his paw which he placed on the counter before filling it with hot water. "Yes, that was my reaction too. I couldn't believe that he'd spent that much money on a coffee machine when there are so many others out there at a much more reasonable price. But he and Victoria both really love coffee so they wanted the best they could find." He poured a little milk into his tea and then turned back to Tugger. "Me, I'm fine with just sticking with tea and the occasional cup of coffee. Never saw the appeal in it and I still don't."

Tugger kept staring at him for a good long minute before he finally blinked and turned back to the coffee machine, shaking his head and grumbling under his breath. "The life of the one percent." Which prompted a small chuckle from Mistoffelees.

His own family was far from poor, they were limited to one income since it was only their dad working to support them all. Munkustrap had a part-time job at a bookstore and was able to pay for some of his things himself and though Tugger had tried to find a job too, he'd had no luck yet. So while they did have money, they did not have this much money that they could throw on a coffee machine.

"The day I become rich," He said, accepting a mug from Mistoffelees and pressed on the screen to make himself a latte. "I am going to buy myself a house like this and fill it with all of the expensive stuff, just because I can. And I'll commission huge paintings of myself that'll hang all over the damn house! Screw all of that typical rich-cat facade, I'll have five rooms with instruments, video games, an actual movie theatre in the living room and a damn bowling alley in the basement."

Mistoffelees snorted and shook his head. "You act as though there aren't rich cats out there in the world who have all those things."

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because-of-a-friend · 4 years

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Seventeen Reaction: Proposing To You

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Alrighty! Let’s burn through the rest of these requests with my new laptop!!! There’s two more requests after this and then I’ll go back to my series! Thanks for the request @banana-and-milk ! I really hope you like it and I’m sorry again that there was such a long delay everyone!

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

In this scenario, Cheol is an incredibly cheesy hopeless romantic. He’s definitely the type to want to plan out a proposal and make it really nice. While he does make sort of a big deal out of it, he doesn’t go super overboard. He keeps the plans relatively simple because he knows the more factors there are, the more things there are that could go wrong. The most important thing to him is that it is a moment you will remember fondly forever. He wants you to be able to brag to everyone you meet about your cute proposal story. Soooooo, what he’s going to do is decorate a nice little seating area outside, have your favorite meal prepared, and 100% have a speech memorized. Cheol doesn’t really want anyone around for this moment. If anyone is around it is a photographer in the distance taking pictures for you to remember this moment. But he really wants it to be something that just the two of you have together. Which is why his speech is super well thought out, he just wants the whole thing to convey how he feels about you and how much he wants to take the next step. He’s probably the type to celebrate AFTER at a separate venue with close family and friends, but like I said, the proposal itself is a special moment for just the two of you.

YOON JEONGHAN

Hannie is such a chill person when it comes to his relationship. Overall, everything is super comfortable, easy-going, smooth sailing all around. Which means he’s not really the type for big romantic gestures because you two tend to show your love for each other in other ways. He knows that proposing is a big deal, though, so he figures he should do something. So, he makes you breakfast one morning. It’s your favorite breakfast food and he gets a tiny little flower to put out on the table in a cute, tiny vase. The two of you had planned on having a day in since both of your schedules were free that day. You walk out to see Jeonghan up...early? Making breakfast? “Babe, are you ok, you never make breakfast.” To your surprise he turns to you and is just all giggly. “Of course I am! I just wanted to show my beautiful [Y/N] how much I care about them!” And he’s just all sunshine and rainbows, and you’re like?????? But anyways he pulls out your seat and you begin eating together. First, you just sip on your coffee to try and wake up, but then you finally decide to start on your breakfast. But when you push your fork into your food, it hits something...hard? So you start digging to find what’s in there, and you pull it out and- “Yoon Jeonghan, you did NOT.” He is GRINNING at you, “Oh but I did.” You don’t even wait to wash the ring off, you just slip it on your finger and then pounce on Jeonghan. The two of you spend the rest of the day Facetiming friends and family to share the news while happily cuddled up on your couch.

JOSHUA HONG

A NERVOUS WRECK. Oh my god, he has never been so nervous in his life. Of course it is happening in the privacy of your own home, because he does not think he could do that in front of other people. It. Has. To. Be. Perfect. He is freaking out that even the tiniest thing could go wrong. Today is the day he proposes to you and he wants to make it the best day of your life (aside from your eventual wedding of course). He has it all set up from outside your home leading in. You’re greeted with a sign on the front gate welcoming you home, then flower petals leading up the walk way, a paper on the front door listing the things he loves about you. And when you finally open the door, there is your boyfriend, kneeling down, wearing the sharpest suit you’ve ever seen him in, ring box in hand, biggest grin he’s ever had on his face. His heart is beating a million miles per hour. He realizes he’s been so nervous about the planning, he hasn’t had time to think about how it’ll feel to actually propose. Starts crying halfway through lol. I mean like... he can hardly finish, his emotions just overwhelm him so much. But you patiently hold his hand as you wait for him to say his piece. And once he finally asks the question, you’re both grinning and crying. You spend the rest of the night alone together, and start calling people the next day to tell them the news.

WEN JUNHUI

Honestly what he does for your proposal has a lot to do with what you want. Once you two begin talking about your future together, he begins to take little mental notes about your opinions on different proposals. Whether you want it to be public or not, whether you want it to be a big deal or not, whether you have strong opinions about it or not. He himself doesn’t care too much about the actual proposal. To him, the most important thing is getting to spend his life with you, so he’ll want to adjust the proposal itself to fit your liking. Because of this, the proposal is pretty much like a dream to you. Every little detail is made to be perfect just for you. Jun really does not miss lol. Honestly, you’re almost surprised by how perfect the proposal is. But Jun really just payed attention to everything you had to say and though it all out to make sure it went well. His attentiveness to your wants just shows how much he’ll take care of you for the rest of your lives.

KWON SOONYOUNG

Soonyoung has big emotions, so he’s going to express them in a big way. Like this kid is really going to go all out for this. He wants to show you just how much he loves you. Of course, he doesn’t think it’ll ever be enough, but he does try to show you. So your proposal is going to be insanely over the top lol. I mean, in his opinion, you only get this moment once so why not make the absolute most of it? If it’s something that you’ve discussed and have said you’re comfortable with, he might want to do it publicly. That way, you’re not only receiving his love, but the love of all the people around you. If you don’t want that, then he’ll make up for it in other ways. He won’t do anything to overwhelm your senses while the actual proposal is happening, so you can listen to the words he has to say to you. But afterwards you can expect music, decorations, maybe even fireworks depending on where it happens. Like Cheol, he’ll probably want to go celebrate with the people you both love afterwards at a different location. Overall, to Soonyoung it should be a really fun, enjoyable time that’s exciting for you both. It will be meaningful too, but Soonyoung’s main goal is to make it a memory you won’t easily forget.

JEON WONWOO

Wonwoo also definitely wants this to be an intimate moment. As an introvert, he’s going to want to avoid any sort of audience. But he has told everyone you know before it happens lol. He’s not always so sure of his romantic abilities, so he’ll probably reach out to family and friends for advice on the best way to propose. Which means there’s like a week or so where whenever you hang out with someone they’re just grinning brightly at you while Wonwoo is just praying they don’t let it spill. But he does really good. Because even though he’s getting all this advice on how to make a really great proposal, he realizes that the most important thing is just that he loves you and wants to spend his life with you. So he ends up just doing it out of the blue one day. You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, laughing at something you’ve seen. The light from the windows is shining down on you, and he just thinks you’re perfect. So he walks over, and kneels down in front of you. It takes you a second to notice and when you finally do you’re like ?????? “Babe, what are you doing?” And he chuckles a little before just staring at you. He says your name in a way you’ve never heard him say it before, and you just kind of know. You start crying and leap on him before he can even finish. And he’s just laughing as you’re on top of him on the carpeted floor and pressing kisses all over his face. Then you just hold each other for awhile before deciding how to celebrate.

LEE JIHOON

Has no idea what he’s doing lol. When he realizes he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, he panics because he has to tell you this. ...How does he tell you this??? He knows it’s gotta be impressive, right? At least somewhat significant... He probably decides to play it safe and use a somewhat common method of proposing. A nice date with dinner, a day of quality time, little signs of love and affection the whole time. By the end of the evening, his plan has gone accordingly, the day went great, and he’s ready to actually do it. He’s so unbelievably nervous, lol. His voice is shaking the whole time, but he pushes through. When you say yes, relief floods his entire body and then he cries. He just holds onto you and cries out of excitement, love, and pure joy. It’s nothing too over the top, but it’s a super special moment between the two of you and Jihoon puts in so much effort (especially mentally) to make it special.

LEE SEOKMIN

Also an incredibly nervous, emotional wreck. But he’s also incredibly excited!!!!!! Like ridiculously excited!!!! The type where the whole day he’s planning on doing it, he’s just grinning at you constantly. And you’re like “babe???? I know you’re usually pretty happy but it feels a little more intense today” and he just shrugs while grinning and tells you it’s just a good day. You don’t notice but he’s been taking you to all of your favorite date spots around town all day. It brings up a lot of good memories so the day is just filled with good feelings. He does it out in public, but in more of a secluded spot, like maybe on a bridge overlooking water at night. Not many people around, but he doesn’t mind if a couple people pass by here and there. He’s so incredibly sweet about doing it, and every word is thought out and genuine. Afterwards, he’s going to hold you tight and spin you around. His laughter will ring out into the world around you. Afterwards, he’s going to want to go out and celebrate with you the whole night and tell anyone he sees that you two are officially engaged.

KIM MINGYU

A dummy. Truly, just so ridiculous. The proposal itself is so quick that you don’t even realize it’s happening. You two are just cleaning up after eating breakfast and Mingyu just kind of goes “Hey babe” and looks at you with this big, dumb smirk on his face. And then he just tosses something at you. And you’re like????? So you start turning it over in your hands to try and figure out what it is. It looks like a jewelry box and you sigh because you told Mingyu to stop buying you every nice necklace you said you thought was cute while flipping through catalogs. “Just open it” he insists, sensing what you’re about to say. So you do and instead of a necklace, it’s a ring. You’re about to start the lecture anyways, thinking he just bought you a random ring. But then you really look at it. The ring is nice... really nice. “Mingyu...what is this?” When you look back over the box, he’s kneeling down in front of you, “I think you know.” And then suddenly, you’re engaged. He’ll probably take you out and have tons of nice things planned for the rest of the day, but he’s just really chill and casual about the actual proposal.

XU MINGHAO

He probably wants to make the proposal incredibly unique, somewhat because of his artistic habits and somewhat because he wants you to have something hardly anyone else will. So he’ll really try to think out of the box and it will 100% take you by surprise. You just come home one day and he’s got this giant canvas spread out on the ground. “Hey babe! I got us one of those paint by numbers!” It ends up taking days lol. He’s planned it out so that you can’t see the message until the very end. And he’s a little stressed lol, because he sure didn’t think it would take this long. And obviously both of you are pretty busy so you keep having to take breaks from it. But then the night finally comes. The two of you are joking, binging your favorite show, covered in paint, having the time of your lives just being together. Then he gets up and is like “I’ve gotta go grab something.” So obviously you’re like “Oh ok, I’ll wait for you.” And he’s like “No, go ahead.” And you respond with “Babe it’s almost done, do you really want me to finish it without you?” But he’s already heading into the other room going, “Of course, maybe that way you can be the one to figure out what it is on your own.” And you’re thinking that makes no sense but you go ahead and finish it anyways. Then you step back and take a look at the whole picture. It takes you a second, but you figure out pretty quickly. It’s a couple, and one is kneeling in front of the other. You do a 180 to see Minghao behind you with a ring in his hand. “Ugh babe, you were supposed to wait until I actually knelt down.” He doesn’t get the chance to actually propose because you jump on him immediately. The canvas hangs up in every house you two live in together for the rest of your lives.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

Also incredibly nervous about proposing and 100% wants it to be just the two of you. Seungkwan is honestly a hopeless romantic and wants to make it so special and sweet. I think he’ll also go a more simpler route in order to make it more about the proposal itself, but he still wants to actually show you how excited he is to be doing this. Plot twist: he starts crying way before it even happens so you know what’s coming. But you think it’s sweet because he’s just got so much love for you in his heart he can’t even handle it. But he tearfully pushes through his speech because he just wants you to know how special you are and how much you mean to him and how much he cares about you. Honestly instead of doing the whole kneeling down thing, he just holds you. And now you’re crying. And then you’re saying yes as you wipe his tears away and he’s just smiling and nodding at you because he could not feel more complete than he does then.

HANSOL VERNON CHWE

Vernon is definitely the type to just be like “Yo, you wanna get married?” Like the two of you are sitting across from each other on the couch, scrolling through your phones. He takes a break for a second to just look at you. He gets this weird feeling in his chest. And then he realizes... he wants to spend his whole life with you. And honestly he doesn’t really need more than that, once the thought is in his head, that’s enough, he’s just gonna tell you. “Hey babe?” he asks, nudging you a little. You give a little “hm?” in response. “You wanna get married?” You take a second to process because you’re thinking you must have heard him wrong. “Wait what?” you sit up to look at him. “You wanna get married?” You can’t help but start grinning, “Are you serious?” He nods, before sitting up and pulling you into him. “Yeah, Vernon, I think I’d like that.”

LEE CHAN

Dino sometimes struggles with expressing himself romantically. Which means planning a proposal is the single most stressful thing he’s ever done. Should he plan a huge event that would impress you besides the fact that that’s not really him? Or should he just be himself and potentially disappoint you with a mediocre proposal? He mulls over all of his options for so long before deciding that he wants to make it special for you. So, he gets advice from other people, researches proposals online, and makes a whole plan. He puts in all the effort to create this amazing event for your proposal. And he times it out perfectly. You have some big presentation in the next town. So you’re leaving earlier in the day by train to go to the presentation then when you come back, he’s picking you up and the proposal plan starts. But when he’s dropping you off at the station, something comes over him. He watches you lean out the back of the train to wave goodbye to him. His heart drops and he starts running towards the train as it begins to pull out. “[Y/N]!” he yells. “Dino?” you call back. “MARRY ME!” he yells out, racing to keep up with the accelerating train. By then you’re too far for him to hear but he sees you nodding and jumping as you call back to him. You still celebrate together with everyone later that night, but the proposal itself is a beautiful spur of the moment event.

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How Mari got Mewo

Because I am infact HeroMari trash...

It’s Mari’s 10th birthday, and she’s so excited

I HC that Mari was born in mid-summer, she’s definitely a Leo (We don’t have a canon birthday for her do we?)

Her parents are letting her have a big party in their backyard. They set up lanterns and fairy lights in the trees that surround the yard. They put up a tent, and her father dragged out their old grill

They invited Kel and Hero’s whole family, Basil and his grandmother, Aubrey’s parents were also invited, but only little Aubrey showed up with a carefully wrapped present for Mari.

Mari and Sunny’s father starts grilling, while their mother entertains her next door neighbor and Basil’s sweet grandmother.

The kids are off in their own little world, playing games and acting silly. It’s a great day, and the night is filled with twinkling stars that match the lights in the trees

Mari is wearing her favorite sky blue dress, and she can’t stop smiling. Her parents corral all the kids into sitting at the table they put on the porch and they all eat burgers and hot dogs

Their dad is no grill master, but it’s the best dinner Mari ever had. At the end her mother places a huge white birthday cake in front of her with ten multi-colored candles. As they sing for her, Mari has a minor dilemma

She can’t think of a wish. She’s happy just the way things are. She blows out her candles and silently wishes that she can have a day like this every year. One wouldn’t be too much to ask for

Then it’s presents time!! Her parents got her books and sheet music for her piano, which she’s very happy about. Kel got her a new soccer ball, with the promise to play lots of games with her. Aubrey had gotten her new gel pens in every color of the rainbow and a pretty notebook with a picture of a flower on the front. Sunny and Basil had worked together on their gift for her, a jean jacket that has various homemade pins and patches all over it. She adores them all so much.

Then lastly it’s time for Hero’s gift. Her best friend scurries off towards the gate that their houses share and disappears into his own house. She and the other kids are confused, but the parents are sharing knowing looks.

He returns with a box that is nearly half his height. The rest of the kids are astounded by the size and begin to jump about and beg Mari to open it. She gives Hero a side eye, but he’s just watching her with a nervous look

Then the box meows.

Mari steps over and takes off the lid. There in a comfy looking cat bed is a tiny black kitten with a satin red ribbon tied around it’s neck. It looks up at her and meows again, stretching.

The kids are cooing and awing over the little creature. Mari is completely shocked, but the shock quickly fades and she puts the top of the box down. She takes two steps and then launches herself into Hero’s arms with a happy laugh. They hug for a minute, and then she detaches to go back to her gift.

She picks up her new kitten and it snuggles into her arms with a purr. When her mother asks her what the kitten’s name is, Mari smiles brightly at her and proudly declares that her name is Mewo

#Are you sad? I'm sad #i made myself sad with this #omori Mari #omori hero #omori sunny #omori aubrey #omori basil #omori Kel #omori headcanon #omori headcanons #heromari #they're in *love*#and it depresses #omori mewo #Omori

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patchwriterarchive · 4 years

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title: a beautiful start

summary: this is a beautiful start, to a lifelong love letter

kenma leaves his stream running during a tender moment

genre: fluff

word count: 1893

sunflower notes: the song used for the title and throughout is ‘i choose you’ by sara bareilles.

finally, the stream was coming to an end, it was a shorter stream than usual for kenma, lasting only about 4 and a half hours compared to his 6-10 hours streams that he usually did. but it had been a long week at the office, dealing with business partners and trying to close deals with other companies and he was tired and wanted nothing more than to just cuddle up on the sofa or bed with you, some takeout, and some good movies. with a gentle sigh and a quick goodbye to the audience, he took his earphones off and closed down the game.

his eyes moved from the screen in front of him to you, a small smile on your face as you swayed your head from side to side, the words from the song playing from your earphones quietly tumbling past your lips. they were just barely audible, his mic wouldn’t have picked up on them and even now, with his earphones sitting on his shoulders, kenma could just barely make the sound out.

“let the bough break, let it come down crashing” it’s a familiar song, one he heard on your playlists while you bustled about in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you or when your fussing about the living room making sure there not a thing out of place when either of your parents come over for a meal or a catch up. his favourite time to hear the song though, is when he’s wrapped up in your arms after a long day at the office or after a particularly long stream and your fingers are carefully tangling themselves in and out of his hair as you scratch at his scalp soothingly, the lyrics just tumble from your lips. it doesn’t happen every time, but he enjoys the times that it does.

“let the sun fade out to a dark sky” he sat for a few seconds, just listening to your singing and swaying along to the music. initially you had come in to put some new gaming merch he got onto the shelf positioned above the sofa behind his main set-up, when you had come in and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek as a greeting his chat blew up about how cute you two were and to let you know that his fans were saying ‘hi’ to you. now, he didn’t know what you were doing, you had been staring at a few of his figurines for a little bit lost to the world around you.

rising from his chair, the stream long forgotten in his mind, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him while he nuzzled into your neck “tell the world that we finally got it alright”

“i choose you” kenams gentle arms around your waist turned you so you were now facing him and he placed his forehead gently against yours with a small smile on his face as you continued to sing to him, a little louder now that you knew he was listening. wanting to enjoy the actual song together, you removed an earbud and placed it in his ear, allowing him to listen to the voice of the original singer. to your surprise, he started to sing along with the music.

kenma wasn’t really one for singing, you being the only person who had heard him sing. it was quiet, but you could definitely make out the words to the song you were enjoying as they fell past his lips. that was also surprising, it wasn’t really the type of song one would expect kenma to know, but you supposed with the amount you listened to it, he was bound to pick it up. “this is a beautiful start”

kenma loved little moments like this. moments where you could just get lost in one another and enjoy each other’s presence. they were small moments of intimacy that made him feel special, kenma knew he was never the most affectionate person in the world and he struggled generally with processing his emotions and figuring them out, so he liked to use moments like these to show just how much you meant to him and to show he loved you, even if he didn’t really verbalise it all that much. “to a lifelong love letter”

“we are not perfect, we learn from our mistakes” pulling one hand from your waist, he slipped it into the pocket of the hoodie he was currently wearing, feeling the velvet of the box he had been keeping hidden for a few weeks now. he had known for about a year that he wanted to marry you, that he wanted to settle down and have a family with you. it had taken him a while to find a ring, searching and searching for one that was just right and when he found it, god was he excited. he desperately wanted to see it on your finger, to finally ask you to marry him. but he just could never find the right time, the past few months had been a whirlwind for the both you to the point where anytime that felt right was overshadowed by something else. first, he wanted to propose about a week after getting the ring but with the announcement of your sibling having a baby it was the wrong time, the next time he wanted to ask you got a huge promotion at work and it wasn’t right, and then he wanted to ask a third time and he closed a big deal at work that resulted in the rapid expansion of bouncing ball.

now, the fourth time he planned to ask was actually a few weeks away. your anniversary was coming up and he had booked you both a week away to [dream location] and was planning to propose there, in fact he had it all planned out to perfection. but life’s funny and sometimes the perfect time comes up at the most unexpected time.

pulling away from you, knema took the little velvet box out of his hoodies and as he sunk down to one knee, the words “i get to be the other half of you” played through the earphones you were now sharing and you couldn’t help but think about how perfect it was. there was a smile on his face as he stared up to you, your eyes started to glaze over, little pin pricks of tears forming in the corners.

“[full name], i love you” clearing his throat slightly, kenma could feel his own tears welling and his voice breaking slightly, “more than i ever thought was possible.” your lip began to quiver slightly as he looked up with so much love and adoration in eyes, “i know i can be difficult to deal with, but you don’t care. where so many others would have given up you stayed with me and showed me that i was worthy of so so much. you loved and cared for me when i though i was unlovable. you mean the absolute world to me.” slowly, he pulled the top of the box to reveal a ring inside, “will you marry me?”

the ring was beautiful, a simple golden band with rainbow gems placed on either side of a small diamond. it suited you both so perfectly. “yes. kenma, yes.” the tears were freely falling now, and you could just about form a coherent response to the sudden proposal. kenma stood slowly, taking your hand in his as he slipped the ring onto your finger before placing a gentle kiss to your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in closer to you, “i love you so much kenma.” placing his forehead against yours once again, he would have been happy to just stand there and take you in for the rest of time.

the sound of buzzing pulled you out of your little moment and as his phone buzzed aggressively against his desk, kenma’s eyes moved away from your face and towards the desk. it was kuroo phoning him, his contact image flashing on the screen alongside the name ‘rooster’ giving him away. kenma was determined to let the phone keep ringing, to ignore kuroo and just bask in the bliss that was the happiness he felt in his chest after you said ‘yes’ to marrying him, but kuroo had other ideas because almost as soon as the image faded away and buzzing stopped it started again. with a gentle huff and a roll of his eyes, kenma removed himself from your embrace and finally picked up the phone with an annoyed “what?”

on the other side, kuroo was slightly frantic. he had just seen his best friend propose to his girlfriend, and while he was happy for him and had already determined he was claiming best man, he knew how private the gamer could be, especially about his relationship, and he knew he did not want such a moment of tenderness to be seen by millions of people “dude, you’re still streaming!” his voice was panicked and slightly higher pitched then normal, something kenma immediately picked up on.

it took kenma a few seconds to process what he had said, his eyes widening slightly as he shifted to sit down on his gaming chair once more eyes scanning across the screen to see his chat going wild with shocked comments and congratulations, there were a few hateful ones but his eyes moved on from them quickly. this wasn’t like him, he always remembered to turn everything off and make sure he wasn’t on camera. he knew how vicious people online could be and he never wanted anything like that getting to you, which is why he tried to keep your relationship as private as possible. yes, his fans knew about you and who you were with you occasionally appearing in a stream, but moments like this where it should just be the two of you he kept to himself. well, he tried to anyway.

this was really the first time he had messed up, he couldn’t believe he forgot to stop the stream and turn the cameras of. it was a rookie mistake and one he knew he couldn’t make again. quickly, he gave an apology and another goodbye and shut the stream down, making sure everything was down this time and that the cameras were turned off. gently, you placed a hand on his shoulders, your tears now stopped with the only evidence you had been crying being the red nose and the puffiness of your eyes. placing his hand over yours, kenma leaned his cheek down to lay against them and let out a sigh.

“it’s alright kenma.” as your other hand came down to his other shoulder, you leaned your chin on his head softly, “they were going to find out anyway.” letting out a gentle chuckle, you placed a kiss to his hair, “my only problem is my parents will kill me, and you, for not telling them first.” a chuckle resonated from kenma, the stress melting away from him at your continued reassurance about the whole thing. leaning his head backwards so that he could look up to your face, kenma let out a huff, “yeah, i guess. we should probably phone them.” with a light laugh and a roll of your eyes you responded, “yeah, we should.”

#kenma #kenma x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #kenma drabble #.sunflowerwrites #.sunflowerstories #kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #hq x reader #kenma scenario #kenma oneshot

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untaemedqueen · 4 years

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Little Prince or Princess

Jung Hoseok x Single Mom!Reader

WordCount: 7.7k

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Impregnation Kink, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Hair Pulling, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Cum Eating, Somnophilia, Degradation (Cum Slut)

Hoseok enters the practice room early in the morning, he was always so good at learning the dances but this dance was especially difficult. He flicks the lights on with a yawn as he takes off his beanie. There were pieces of garbage scattered across the ground and on the seats.

"Mina!" Hoseok hears as a little girl runs into the room. Hoseok raises an eyebrow as the little girl waves at him.

"Hi!" Hoseok says with a confused smile, you run into the room before bending down to pick up your daughter.

"Sorry." You murmur sheepishly as you pick up your four year old. Hoseok takes in your worn out sweatpants and your two times to big sweatshirt with the tilt of his head.

"What're you doing in here?" He asks referring to you and your daughter in the Big Hit building.

"Uhhh." You bite your lip nervously, "Sejin, do you know Sejin? He told me to stay here because we had no where to go. So I clean up in the night time." Hoseok sucks a breath in between his teeth.

"Yeah. I know Sejin, he's my manager. Alright, then. I'm Hoseok." "Y/N. Mina. Just pretend we aren't here." He looks at Mina, how naive she looked, such a sweet looking little girl.

That was two years ago, "Baby!" Hoseok calls to you as he steps out of the bedroom, his hands scratching roughly at his bare chest as he yawn throwing his head back. You hum to him as you pack up Mina's lunch.

"What's my girl doing?" Hoseok asks rhetorically as he kisses your temple. His feet padding against the heated floor as he opens the fridge.

"Mina's lunch." You say putting the kimbap you made into her lunch box.

"And where is my princess?" Hoseok asks looking around, as he cracks open his water.

"She's sleeping still. I haven't had time to do it yet." Hoseok notices the way you press at your back with a tender touch, you had bags under your eyes and your skin looks dull.

"I'll get her. Take it easy baby." Hoseok mutters, rubbing your lower back before walking towards Mina's room. You moved in a year and a half ago. Hoseok had kept it a secret that you lived in the Big Hit building for a while, to not embarrass you. And, to your surprise Hoseok always showed up hours earlier than he needed to be at the studio to help you clean and to play with Mina. He had really fallen for you, so when you had moved in everything felt like it was falling into place. But, as of late Hoseok has found something missing, something he couldn't put his finger on.

Hoseok opens Mina's door gingerly. Who he considers to be his daughter is laid up in her twin bed, her face pressed into the pillow as she sleeps on her stomach. Hoseok snorts shaking his head as he walks toward Mina. With the bend of his knees he is shaking her gently. "

Princess, it's time for school." Mina groans turning her head away from him.

"Princess." Hoseok calls again gently.

"No Daddy. No!" Mina whines loudly moving into a fetal position. Hoseok smiles putting his elbow on the bed and his hand under his chin.

"If you get up like a good princess you can come to practice with Daddy later and see your Uncles." Mina blinks her eyes before turning towards Hoseok with a smile.

"I'm up." Hoseok chuckles as Mina hops out of bed.

"Let's brush those teeth and get your uniform on." Mina nods yawning and wiping at her eyes. Hoseok pulls her uniform off of the back of the bedroom door before looking at the room. Mina had picked out the room decorations herself and Hoseok was surprised that he liked them as much as he did. His six year old had great taste as he looks around the artistic room. It was basically just a bunch of rainbow paint splatters with the Disney castle in the background but to Hoseok it was pretty. It represented Mina well. She was indeed Hoseok's princess, he had love for her as if she was his own child. He felt so blessed to have her and Y/N come into his life. Hoseok lays the uniform on Mina's bed before heading back out to the kitchen.

Hoseok smiles as you scoop rice out of the rice cooker.

"Mina's going to come to the company later after school. Just stay home and relax, you look so tired." Hoseok announces as he slinks his arms around you. You were so happy he was home from tour, you don't know how you survived before him.

"Alright. Thanks." Hoseok kisses your cheek sloppily making you laugh,

"Anything for my Queen." He slaps your butt before grabbing the bowls of rice and putting them on the table.

"Where's my princess?" Hoseok calls loudly as you plate up the fried eggs. You smirk at his words as he grabs kimchi out of the fridge.

"Coming!" Hoseok smiles to himself as he closes the fridge door, leaning on it as he surveys his apartment. Mina's toys neatly piled up in the living room, the way you cook breakfast as a family, Hoseok couldn't be happier and still there was something missing. Hoseok blinks before tilting his head.

"Is something missing?" He asks quietly making you turn towards him with a raised eyebrow.

"Missing? Like materials missing?" Hoseok shakes his head before puffing out his cheeks.

"No, I just... I can't explain it. Nevermind." He sets the kimchi in front of Mina's plate.

"Yah! Jung Mina!" It wasn't long ago she adopted his name and you secretly got married in the court office. Silence creeps through the house as Hoseok peaks down the hallway. His feet pattering quietly before peaking into the room. Hoseok laughs loudly as you set down the rice on the table. You begin to laugh due to his infectious laughter. Mina lays in bed, half her shirt on, her school tie on her forehead as she sleeps with her mouth wide open.

"Princess!" Hoseok bursts out dying of laughter falling to the floor putting his hand over his mouth.

"Jung Mina!" Hoseok calls as he sits next to Yoongi as she jumps around to their new album. She turns to him, her hands on her knees as she giggles. Hoseok leans back against the wall with a smirk as he folds his arms.

"I'm gunna get you!" Jimin yells making Mina squeal loudly as they run around the practice room. Jimin stepping behind her gingerly as she runs around 'chasing' her.

"I'm proud of you." Yoongi says randomly as Sejin shuts off the comeback music. Hoseok turns his head towards Yoongi with a lazy smile.

"Thanks, hyung." Jimin picks Mina up tossing her into the air making her scream with laughter. Hoseok chuckles as Jungkook walks over taking a seat on the floor next to his hyungs.

“Hoseok hyung, when are you and Y/N going to have a baby of your own?” Hoseok tilts his head to Jungkook’s question.

“We haven’t really talked about it.” Hoseok’s mind begins to drift, imagining you with his baby in your belly. He smirks closing his eyes, small dimples near the corners of his lips gracing his face as his cheeks bounce upwards. How beautiful you would look with his baby inside you, his thoughts remembering how gorgeous you looked in pictures you’ve showed him of when you were pregnant with your Mina. He gives a sigh of happiness as he pictures you combing your hair in front of your standing mirror your eye trained on you growing belly. Or even when you both lay in bed, how he could rest his cheek on your belly reading a story to his unborn baby. Hoseok groans loudly as Jimin throws Mina on to his lap, his eyes shooting open as he wraps his arms around her.

“Hi Daddy!” Mina squeals happily hugging his neck.

“Hi, princess.” Yoongi chuckles before looking back down at his lyric book.

“I would like one.” Hoseok says to Jungkook and Jungkook begins to tickle Mina, her body thrashing around on Hoseok’s lap as she laughs loudly.

“Mina! Come play with me!” Taehyung yells from across the room opening up his arms. Mina gasps happily before shoving herself off Hoseok making him wince as she steps on his foot.

“Don’t run! You’re going to hurt yourself!” Hoseok calls out to her as she runs at Taehyung. She looks back at Hoseok before slowing her steps to a walk.

“I mean, she is my daughter too. Y’know?” Hoseok lowers his voice hoping Mina doesn’t hear him, she hasn’t really put two and two together to know he isn’t her real dad and if she has, she never voices it. Which would be shocking because children are just basically drunk adults that say whatever they’re thinking and just trip and hurt themselves a lot, also they cry a lot like a lot of drunk people.

“You and Y/N’s baby would be so cute though! Not..saying that Mina isn’t cute. She is. But-”

“Stop talking or you’ll find yourself in trouble with her dad.” Yoongi says with a laugh to Jungkook. Hoseok chuckles before putting his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I understand your heart. We should really talk about it, Y/N and I. I would like us to have a baby together.” Jungkook thrusts his fist up in the air.

“See, that’s all I’m trying to get at.” Hoseok looks on as Jin and Taehyung dance with Mina in a goofy manner. Their limbs jutting out as they shake themselves to the rhythm of the song. Hoseok sits up putting his elbows to his knees as his fingers knit together under his chin. He stares at the floor thinking about you pregnant. Maybe that’s what is missing. His own baby with you. The practice room door flies open as you step inside, your face all smiles as you hold bags in your hands.

“MOMMY!” Mina screams happily.

“Hi my Mina bear!” You call sweetly as Jimin helps you with the bags, Hoseok stands up surprised.

“Yah. I thought I told you to stay home and rest!” He chides walking over to you, you shrug with a smile as he wraps his arms around you and kisses you gently.

“I brought dinner, I thought you would be working hard. But, I see that’s not the case.” You say eyeing as Jin and Mina dance together. Hoseok chuckles petting your head.

“You didn’t have to, thank you baby.”

“Y/N noona, is the best!” Jungkook cheers rifling through the bags of food.

“Excuse me! What do you mean I’m not working hard! Look at this! I’m sweating! Dancing is an art! AN ART, Y/N. And, I am helping Mina become used to being an ARTIST.” Seokjin yells thrusting his pointed finger at Hoseok’s secret wife. You laugh before nodding.

“Okay, oppa. Okay.” You pat his arm as you walk past him towards the table helping take out the boxes of food you’re been cooking all day for the members and Hoseok.

“Mommy! I want soondubu jjigae.” Mina whines sitting on a chair at the table, her little legs swinging back and forth making Jimin and Taehyung squeal at the cuteness.

“You do?! Well I must be the best mom ever then. Because guess what you get to eat?” Mina claps happily as you set down the bowl of stew in front of your daughter before taking off the lid. Hoseok kisses your cheek before grabbing two chairs for you and him.

“Sit. Relax.” He says to you as he grabs the box of stir fried chicken. He watches as you talk to Mina, his eyes glancing over your whole body. He was a very lucky man, God really smiled down on him the day he met you.

You lay in bed as Hoseok practices a few dance moves in your mirror before tilting his head.

“I don’t know, it looks weird. I’ll have to talk to hyung tomorrow about it.” He jumps onto the bed with a loud groan, you look up from your phone with a smile as he puts his cheek on your breast.

“I wanna talk to you about something.” Hoseok looks up at you, his eyes alight with happiness, you lock your phone giving him your full attention as he sits up straight.

“Can we have a baby of our own?” You look down at him surprised. You hadn’t really thought about it, everything has been so perfect that you didn’t think of things like this all too often. he’s made your life so amazing and meaningful that you would do anything for him.

“Yeah, of course we can. I didn’t know you thought of things like this.” You whisper as Hoseok drags his fingers over the skin of your thighs absentmindedly.

“I haven’t thought of it too much but recently it’s like something is missing you know? And today Kook brought up a kid of our own and I love Mina, I mean she’s my princess but a child of my OWN y’know? I want that, I want us to have a baby.” You sit up resting against the light grey wall.

“I get that. I want us to have a baby, too.” Hoseok leans in and kisses you gently.

“You should stop taking your birth control then, let’s get prepared for it.” The aura between you and Hoseok was always a natural thing, there was never any weirdness or ill words spread between you. You were each others rocks, both leaning against each other in case one would end up falling. The most intimate things talked about between you both were held with such confidentiality and were toned with such comfort. Hoseok rubs your flat stomach putting his head on your shoulder.

“I want a boy. Will you do that for me, Y/N? Will you give me a boy?” Your lips sputtering into a giggle as you lean your head on top of his, “I can try.”

The sound of Hoseok’s return chuckle making you smile, “Whatever we have, I’ll love.”

The morning spring air rises over Seoul in a gracious sweep as Hoseok steps out of the rental car coming from the airport. It was always nice to be back home, especially when he was away from his wife and daughter for two months. The rest of the boys piling out behind him as he gives a large stretch of his arms.

“See ya! Yuna made me breakfast!” Taehyung calls with a smile as he diverges off to his own apartment.

“Come on, hyung. Singletons like us should eat together, no?” Jungkook says to a sleepy Jimin as he swings his arm over his shoulder.

“Give Mina a kiss for me.” Yoongi says to Hoseok as he pulls his hoodie over his head, heading in the direction of Taehyung’s apartment building. Hoseok had been thinking of different ways to bring up making the baby, of course the obvious way would be to just initiate sex but he wanted something romantic. He wanted Y/N to feel as if she was being transported to cloud 9.

“I’ll see you and Mina later?” Jin calls to Hoseok pointing at him as his feet carry him to the adjacent apartment building to his left. Hoseok gives him a thumbs up ripping him out of his thoughts. The plans for tonight were a weekend getaway, just Hoseok and Y/N. It was blatantly obvious how they needed a vacation, especially Y/N with how hard she works to take care of Mina while Hoseok is pretty much always busy. He finds time for his family but tonight, just him and his secret wife would be going on a weekend getaway.

Hoseok grabs a bag throwing in some of your clothes as he peaks quickly at the shut bedroom door, you never shut doors in this house and if you were to see it Hoseok knows you would get suspicious but he was counting on you getting Mina ready for school. Hoseok grabs a bra of yours and a few random pairs of panties before stuffing them into the bag. His eyes constantly shifting nervously to the door. He could hear you talking to your daughter out at the breakfast table, your melodic voice creeping through the walls to grace his ears.

“Shirts, pants.” Hoseok mumbles quietly to himself before he hears your footsteps.

“Babe?” You ask confused knocking on the door. Hoseok lets out a sigh as he slings the bag on to the bed as the door opens.

“Yes?” He asks quietly trying to look normal, your head peaks in and you look around the room before spotting the bag on the bed. You nod to it, an eyebrow raised.

“What’s that?” Hoseok pouts before sitting on the bed.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Hoseok sighs loudly before throwing himself back on the bed, his bottom lip puffing out as he pushes out his cheeks in sorrow. You laugh entering the room and shutting the door behind you.

“A surprise?” You sit on his lap and his hands on instinct rise up to hold you steady not to fall. He looks up at you before letting out a cute whine.

“I was trying to do it quickly but you are too good at knowing when someone’s trying to be sneaky.” He sits up rocking you back and forth as you pull his face mask off his ears with a chuckle.

“That’s called mom instinct.” Hoseok snorts hooking his chin into your shoulder.

“When we have a baby will I get dad instinct?” You purse your lips before nodding.

“Probably. So, what’s the surprise?” Hoseok closes his eyes, he didn’t want to tell you but if you didn’t know you probably wouldn’t go with him.

“I’m taking you on a weekend getaway.” He whispers leaning his forehead onto the shell of your ear. You gasp happily before turning towards him.

“Really?! It’s been so long since we’ve gone on a date.” He hums in agreement kissing your forehead.

“Mina is going to stay with Jin and Eunbi this weekend, is that okay?” You tilt your head before looking towards the closed door.

“This is the first time she’ll be without me.” You feel guilty leaving your daughter but sometimes you want just you and Hoseok time and that doesn’t count when she goes to bed and you lay with Hoseok in bed for two hours talking and then falling asleep.

“You deserve some get away time, my wife works so hard to take care of our princess. No? Let’s just take this weekend to get away and relax.” And make a baby, although he wasn’t telling you that. He has been tracking your ovulation after your last period, even having an app on his phone letting him know when you would be fertile for his baby. It was hidden away in his schedule planning folder in case you went into his phone. “Alright, one weekend wouldn’t hurt.”

“Let’s go Mrs. Hoseok.” Hobi whispers putting on his black bucket hat and his sunglasses as he steps out of the company car. Sejin looks back from the drivers seat before giving you a wave.

“Have fun!” You wave back at him as Hoseok grabs your carry on bag. It was a weekend trip to Japan, you had gone only once with him and it was troublesome. You couldn’t enjoy your stay when Mina got sick with the flu on that trip. Hoseok was out with the guys filming for most of it while you stayed holed up in the hotel room with Mina, getting sick yourself from taking care of her. But, this time you would get to experience Japan brightly.

“What part of Japan are we going to?” You ask quietly as Hoseok pulls your wrist quickly as girls wait for whatever kpop group would be leaving Korea today. You look over Hoseok’s attire, it was incredibly plain. No special name brands to speak of as he ushers the both of you off to the side of the entrance. Hoseok clears his throat as you get inside, his feet padding over the floor quietly but with urgency. Him being so cautious was normal to you, especially since you both were a secret. Camera’s couldn’t be everywhere all the time but if one camera could capture him perfectly, you were both screwed and you wouldn’t want that for the man you loved so dearly. Screams echo behind him and Hoseok jumps out of fright.

“Aish.” He whines putting his hand over his heart as his grey hoodie sags forward with his body.

“Pick up the pace, babe.” He whispers lowly as you reach the check in desk.

“Good morning.” Hoseok bows handing her both of your passports and tickets.

“Very good, Mr. Jung we’ll take you back to VIP.” Hoseok was happy that the attendant was an older woman, gives less of a chance to know who he is, although she didn’t indicate anything by looking at his passport photo. She comes out from around the desk before escorting you to the VIP lounge.

“Fuji, Japan.” Hoseok clarifies your earlier question, you squeal happily making him chuckle as you clutch onto his waist now that you both were out of sight walking through the VIP hallway of the airport. He ruffles your hair pulling down his face mask with a smile. “Anything for my Queen, hmm?”

Fuji, Japan was beautiful in the spring. Cherry blossom petals falling all around you as you sit on the deck of the cabin over looking the Fuji mountains. The sunset was incoming and it brought the most gorgeous pinkish hue to the landscape in front of you. All of the trees clustering together in uniformity brings a calming sigh to your lips as you stare off into the vast distance of Japan’s wondrous views. Hoseok leans against the door frame of the cabin’s balcony taking you into his sights as he holds a glass of wine in each hand. Your body shielded by your black night gown.

“You’re so beautiful.” Hoseok announces to the open mountains as you turn to look at him with a smile, your elbow landing underneath your chin as he walks out shirtless.

“Is this everything you wanted?” Hoseok asks handing you a glass of red wine, his arm snaking around your waist as you look over his six pack abs.

“Everything.” Hoseok smiles widely, his eyes shutting in the process as he shows you his perfect teeth.

“Good.” He was such a happy virus you could never feel down when he’s around.

“This is gorgeous.” Hoseok says taking in the view, the wind blowing through the distant trees as the fireplace on the balcony begins to crackle as logs of wood catch fire. Hoseok leads you over to the two woven chairs in front of the fireplace. You sit down before throwing your feet over his lap as he takes a sip of his wine. Hoseok lets out a groan of happiness loudly before hearing it echo.

“Oh! My God!” He says in English before you two sputter off into laughter. Hoseok begins to rub your calf putting his wine glass down on the small square table in between your chairs.

“It’s been two years but it feels like forever.” Hoseok says as he watches the flames engulf the wood, watching embers burning and rising before falling flat. You nod to his words before drinking the wine in hand.

“So much has happened but it feels like it’s always been this way.”

“Right?! Wah. We’re something else, huh?” You giggle at him before folding your arms.

“I have a wife and a daughter now, that’s so crazy. And soon we’ll have our own baby.” You didn’t really talk about it after that night Hoseok had asked you for a baby of his own but you knew it would happen when you were ready. Hoseok’s fingers begin to massage at your skin, the warmth of his fingertips radiating into you.

“Sometimes I think about what would have happened if I showed up to the company an hour or two later. How disappointing my life would be if I never got to meet you. God really knows how to smile on those when they’re going through a rough time.”

“It’s true. I was in a really ugly place when I met you and look how happy our life is now.” Hoseok nods before picking up his glass, watching as the legs of his wine run thickly back into the glass.

“Come on, let’s go inside, it’s getting chilly.” He says patting your calf as the breeze blows your hair around, chilling you thoroughly to the bone.

Hoseok was on you in seconds as soon as you step inside, the alcohol fueling the raging fire deep in his heart and in his loins as he wraps both arms around you. His lips kissing you fervently as he pushes you towards the bed, you whimper against him feeling the urgency of his steps.

“Give me.” He says grabbing the wine glass out of your hand before discarding the glasses on to the side table of the room without a second glance. Your hands beginning to roam over his toned abs as the back of your knees meet the edge of the bed. You wobble for a second before pulling Hoseok down with you, your hand hooking around the back of his neck.

“I love you.” He whispers against your lips as his fingers begin to lay with the hem of the night gown he loved to see you in. You mutter out an, “I love you.” As Hoseok begins to lift your night gown, his tongue peaking out and licking his lower lip as you gaze up at his flushed face, whether it was the alcohol or his arousal you wouldn’t know. It was a good kind of strange knowing you wouldn’t have to worry about your daughter waking up in the middle of your sex to ask for water or to tell you she has to use the restroom. Something which Hoseok alerts you of as well as he takes a sharp inhale of breath when he sees your already damp panties.

“You can be as loud as you want tonight, baby.” Hoseok’s fingers begin to run circles around your inner thighs, his thin pajama pants beginning to rise to the occasion as you whimper out for him once more calling his name.

“I love to hear my name fall from your lips.” Hoseok whispers before capturing your lips with his as he straddles you, one knee pressed down into the cabin room’s bed on either side of you. His hips grinding down on you making your head lull back as his lips trail down your neck. Hoseok’s tongue lavishing over the heated skin of your neck as he gives gentle sucks, his hands coming up to fondle your clothed breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” His touch is needy but romantic all the same as begins to roughly shove up your night gown. His bottom lip now tucked in between his teeth as his pupils blow out with lust as you lay under him naked. Your breasts swaying as you lay back down as he throws the night gown across the room.

“Oh Christ.” He whispers before his head dips down, his tongue flicking at your nipple before enveloping it into his mouth giving harsh suckles. Your moans ricocheting off the walls for Hobi as you try to press your thighs together.

“Open.” He whispers above your breast smacking at your inner thighs before giving your nipple a playful nip. Your chest begins to rise and fall unevenly, like the wind has been sucked out of you leaving you lifeless. Hoseok’s fingers begin to rake over your panties, feeling your arousal through the thin fabric.

“So horny for me. I love it.” His lips trailing sloppy kisses down your stomach before reaching the top of your underwear, his teeth capturing the band before pulling them lower. Hoseok never takes his eyes off you, loving how completely undone you become underneath him.

“Look at how hard you make my cock.” He says pulling down his pajama pants, his cock springing back leaving a spot of pre-cum against his lower stomach as it makes a small thud against his body.

“So fucking hard for me.” You whisper palming at his two-toned cock, the lighter half becoming red with anticipation.

“Everything you do feels so good. Fuck.” He whispers before taking off your panties fully and discarding them elsewhere.

“Let me see my pussy.” He shoves your legs open, prying at your knees before coming face to face with your swollen, needy cunt. He licks at his lips before pulling your body down towards him, although his frame was thin he was strong. His muscles defined in all the right places as hooks your legs over his shoulders.

“How sweet do you taste?” His brown eyes staring up at your face as he gives a flat swipe with his tongue, licking up your spilling juice. You moan loudly as his lips encase your clit.

Hoseok pays attention to what you like, which is why whenever you’re in bed together you’re on cloud nine, giving you multiple orgasms. Hoseok wasn’t a show off while you were in bed, he says all the right things and gives you a good fucking and you could never be mad at it but tonight something was different. His urgency, the willingness to please you, he had something up his sleeve. His tongue licking quick circles around your clit as he shoves a finger inside you without warning. His own lips letting out a moan against you at how tight and sopping wet you were for him. His finger grazing over that one rough patch inside your pussy that had you weeping underneath him. You tasted so sweet, you must be fertile for him today. He wouldn’t stop tonight until you were pregnant with his child. He slips in another finger before pulling back from your clit, his mouth, chin and cheeks coated in your arousal.

“You taste so fucking good baby.” You moan Hoseok’s name once more as he begins to finger you quicker, the veins in his arms bulging out as he watches from above with a cocky smirk.

“You love when I finger fuck you, don’t you? How about when I do this?” Your eyes roll back as he gives constant taps and stokes against your g-spot.

“Oh Fuck!” You cry out gripping at his shoulders, he hums in agreement before going down on you once more. His tongue doing the classic spelling of Hangul against you as he works you towards your orgasm. A deep ache working its way into the pit of your stomach as you pull at Hoseok’s black hair. His face looking divine as he scrunches his eyes up loving the way your body twitches at his actions.

“Hobi!” You cry out, your body beginning to crest at the peak of your pleasure, Hoseok gives a harsh suckle to your clit and just like that. It was as if fireworks had gone off, your thighs shaking as you squirt over his face and neck. He chuckles darkly pulling away from you, thrusting his fingers in and out gently letting you ride out your high.

Hoseok had done a lot of research for tonight, looking up the best position to be in to get pregnant, the best motions for his cock, everything. So when he picks your arousal up off your pussy lips and taste it, he doesn’t find it odd how stringy and how candy-like in sweetness it tastes.

“You made a mess of me, lick it up.” He says pulling you up into a sitting position, your mind still swimming as you feel boneless.

“Come on, baby.” Hoseok goads you caressing your cheek as you watch as your cum drips down his collarbone towards his chest. You blink rapidly collecting yourself before pushing him down onto the bed, he smirks as you take charge. His hands bunching up your hair into his fist as you lick up your cum.

“You taste how sweet it is for me?” You moan in response licking over his neck and his collarbone.

“It’s so sweet because you’re fertile.” You stop your licks before pulling back and looking down at him, Hoseok’s hands begin grazing over your hips. His tongue pushing into the indent of your hip bones making you groan.

“You’re fertile to have my baby inside you. I’m going to fuck my baby into you tonight.” You go wide eyed as Hoseok grabs your hair once more. You furrow your eyebrows as he smiles up at you.

“You’ve been keeping track?” You ask almost embarrassed.

“Of course I have, I want nothing more than to see my baby inside you.” You press your legs together, your lower body beginning to thump in pleasure at the realization.

“Don’t you want that? My baby making you all pretty and swollen? Getting to rub your big belly with my baby in there?” You let out a whimper at his words, he was fueling your fire for the second time tonight as he pulls at your hair.

“Suck on my cock baby and I’ll tell you how badly I want to see you impregnated with my baby.” You comply to his request, taking his long cock into your hand. You give a few good pumps before kissing the tip of his head, Hoseok groans happily as you pull back his pre-cum stringing from his cock to your lips as you lick it up. Your mouth encasing the head of his cock, tongue swirling circles around it making Hoseok throw his head back with gritted teeth.

“Oh fuck, you’re so sexy. You suck such good cock.” You hum in agreement as you dip your head down his length, pumping whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth with your hand.

“I can’t wait until you suck my cock with my baby inside you. How sweet you’ll look rubbing your belly for me as you take a load in your mouth.” You moan as you feel arousal dripping down your bare thighs, Hoseok’s eyes catch sight of this and he bites his lip.

“You like it too? The thought of being so heavy with my baby? I love picturing you like that.” He begins to pull at your hair, taking a deep breath in through his nose as your flat licks begin to send his cock throbbing in your mouth.

“Stop, I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” You lift your head off of him slowly, his mouth opening slightly as he watches you lick at the tip.

“I said stop.” He mutters pulling at your hair making you bite your bottom lip. He takes your face into his sights, the way your pupils are blown out and how red and swollen your lips are makes him weak to you.

“You look like a sexy little cum slut, right about now.” His thumb and index finger opening your mouth as he thrusts his thumb in, you give his thumb gentle suckles as he sits up, his free hand rubbing at your breast. Hoseok lays you down, pumping his cock as you spread your legs for him.

“I’m only cumming inside your pussy until you are pregnant with my baby.” He waits until his orgasm goes back to lying in wait before aligning the head of his cock to your pussy. His cock wasn’t the thickest but it was long and pleasurable in it’s own right and by God, did he know how to use it.

“Fuck, you’ll look so pretty with my kid in you.” Hoseok rolls your nipples between his fingertips as he prods the head of his cock into you, once again you become a moaning mess underneath him for the second time tonight.

“Yes! Hoseok! Fuck me!”

“What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want.” He teases you pumping just the head in and out.

“Fuck! I want you to fuck your baby into me.” Hoseok smirks before pushing his hair back off his sweating forehead.

“Good girl.” With one thrust he’s deep inside you, the head of his cock ramming into your cervix entrance making you moan loudly.

“Oh my fu-” Hoseok bites out a moan as he thrusts into you, the heaviness of his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust as he moans loudly for you.

“Y/N! Oh, fuck, baby.” Hoseok’s forehead pushing into your neck as he begins to plunge his cock deep inside you with every thrust. His hips changing from straight thrusts to rolling his hips around. Your throat going dry from your moaning as you grab at his back, scratching your fingernails into his tan skin.

“I can’t wait till my baby is deep inside you, Y/N.” He whispers into your ear lovingly, his hips rolling against you gently letting his bare pubic bone graze against your clit.

“Hoseok.” You moan wantonly grabbing onto his arms.

“You’re going to take my cum like such a good girl, aren’t you baby? Going to let me swell up your belly and make your breasts filled with milk.” Your eyes rolling back into your head as he grits his teeth once more pulling your knees up to your chest.

“I want you put your baby into me so badly.” Hoseok’s head falling back as he feels his orgasm coming on stronger than before he denied it before. “I have a big load of cum for you too. So much of it for you.”

Your take your breasts into your hands as Hoseok fucks you roughly, his eyes watching as you flick at your nipples begging for his cum. The bubbling feeling in the pit of your stomach comes in full force as Hoseok spits on your pussy, his fingers rubbing at your clit.

“I want to watch you cum again, become a moaning mess under me.” The room was stagnant with heat as the over pornographic sound of your wet pussy fills the room.

“Hoseok!” Your eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight. Jesus Christ!” Hoseok curses, his body developing that sheen layer of sweat you love to see knowing he works so hard at pleasing you.

“I want your baby so badly! Please fuck a baby into me!” Hoseok moans lowly as he pulls up the hood of your clit, the bubbling feeling in your stomach reaching the precipice and fizzling out as you cum loudly practically screaming for your husband. Your pussy clutching at Hoseok’s cock, trying to siphon Hoseok’s cock of his cum.

“Oh-ho, fuck!” Hoseok opens his mouth before groaning loudly, cumming without warning as he gives one last harsh thrust into your pussy. His body falling onto yours as the head of his cock makes contact with your cervix opening. His cum coating the inside of your womb and your cervix as you whimper out feeling the warmth of it. Hoseok breathes heavily picking himself off of you, you giggle as he lets out a large sigh before smiling. His cheeks bouncing upwards as he pulls your knees up to your chest.

“Stay like that for a bit. Don’t let any come out.” He pulls his cock out slowly before grabbing some tissues from a box by the bedside table and wiping his cock off. He throws himself down next to you before kissing you gently.

“I love you, baby girl.” You kiss his cheek before letting out an exasperated sigh.

“I love you too.” Hoseok sputters his lips before kissing your flat tummy.

“I can’t wait until my Jung Prince or Princess is in here.” He rubs at your stomach before putting his head on your breast. His eyes shutting in comfortable delight as he listens to your fast heartbeat begin to level out.

Hoseok wakes up before looking around, it was pitch black outside in Fuji, Japan. “Oh right, we’re in Japan.” The dream that he had that sent his mind into overdrive waking him up lingers in his thoughts.

You were helping Mina with her homework, sitting on the couch comfortably as you supported your heavy belly with your hand. One arm underneath the engorged skin and the other rubbing comfortable circles as Hoseok’s baby squirms around inside you. Hoseok watches on at the scene from the kitchen as he grabs a pepper out of the fridge to get ready for dinner. “Baby?” Hoseok calls out before holding up the pepper, “Okay for our little one?” Hoseok asks making sure spiciness was okay for the baby. You look over before giving him a smile and a thumbs up.

“It’s a boy.” Hoseok mutters before looking at your sleeping figure. Your hand on his chest with your leg thrown over his as you sleep peacefully beside him. Hoseok could feel his cum leaking out of you onto his leg and he raises his eyebrows.

“Fuck, it’s all coming out.” He whispers panic stricken, his fingers trying to shove the cum back inside of you before whining quietly.

“What if our boy doesn’t come?” Hoseok pushes your leg off of him slowly before inching down the bed at a slow pace to try and keep you sleeping. He situates himself sitting back on his knees as he pries your legs open watching as globs of cum begin to relieve itself out of your pussy.

“No.” Hoseok whines as puts a disappointed hand to his forehead. Maybe he should fuck you again just in case. He begins to pump at his cock watching how his cum trails down to your perineum. How would it taste? Your cum and his mixed together deliciously, he begins to lap it up with his tongue. His eyes rolling back at the musky yet sweet taste of it.

“Oh shit.” He whispers prodding his tongue into your cunt trying to grab it all on to his tongue for a quick swallow. You stir in your sleep as Hoseok keeps the cum on the flat of his tongue, swiping it up and down your folds letting it froth up white on your pussy lips and clit. He swallow what is left on his tongue before pulling back to admire his work.

“Shit. Look at that.” He whispers pumping his rock hard cock to the way your pussy looks deliciously coated with his seed.

“Baby?” Hoseok calls to you quiet, the sounds of nature slipping into the room as Hoseok aligns himself trying not to wake you.

“I’ll fuck you awake then.” He whispers, he enters you holding back a moan, your pussy wet from all of his cum. He gives short strokes rubbing at his own chest and arms. His eyes watching as your eyebrows furrow in your sleep.

“Good girl.” Hoseok whispers as he begins to pluck at your nipples with your fingers.

“How gorgeous you’ll be with my so inside you. So fucking sexy.” He lets out a small moan as his hips begin to pick up speed, a whimper leaving your mouth as Hoseok bends over you taking your nipple into his mouth as he rolls his pelvic bone against your clit grinding down on it. Little flicks of the tip of his tongue against your nipple stir you awake, you blink confused before pleasure takes over your bottom half as you wake up.

“H-Hoseok?” You whimper out looking out the window at the pitch black sky. Hoseok lifts his head off your breast to groan at the feeling of your pussy.

“It was all coming out, I have to put more in for our baby.” He announces noticing that you’ve woken up. You moan as he begins to thrusts deeper and harder all the while clutching at your hips.

“I have to put another load into you, you need to get big with my son. Like in my dream.” He rambles like a mad man, your eyes shutting as mewls roll off your tongue. Your fingers dipping down between your legs as you rub at your clit. Hoseok grabs at your tits pumping you full of cock.

“I can’t wait to taste your sweet milk from your breasts. How puffy and dark your nipples will be for me and my baby.” You moan at his words rubbing quicker circles on your clit as you feel his cock beginning to throb inside you.

“I can’t wait to be big with your baby. I want you to fuck me rubbing my big belly.” Hoseok groans just thinking about how nice and big you would be on all fours in front of him, his chest meeting your back as he rubs your belly while pummeling his cock into you.

“You’re going to look so beautiful.” You work towards your third orgasm of the day, your moans beginning to get louder and louder as you mind finds itself fully awake from sleep.

“I’m so close!” You whimper out putting your head back into the pillow.

“Me too, baby. So close to giving you more cum.” Hoseok’s teeth grinding down as he raises your legs over his shoulders giving him the perfect angle to have both sets of eyes rolling back.

“H-Hoseok! I’m gonna cum!” Your orgasm imminent as Hoseok begins to pre-cum deeply inside your pussy.

“Oh fuck, yes. I’m cumming, babe. I’m- Shit. Y/N. Fuck!” Hoseok orgasms loudly putting his head back as his orgasm rips a sob from his chest. Tears almost spilling over his cheeks from the pleasure.

“Yes!” You moan loudly, the warmth of his cum setting off your own orgasm as your pussy sucks his cum deeper inside of you.

“Oh shit!” Hoseok groans out, his eyes alight with wonder as your pussy clamps and pulls at his softening cock.

“Good girl, baby. Take all of my cum in your fertile womb.” He pulls out of you slowly being mindful of your twitching legs on his shoulders. He lays back down next to you, pulling your body into his arms as he kisses at your cheek and forehead.

“It’s going to be a boy. I was it in my dream.” He whispers as you cuddle yourself into his chest.

“Really?” You ask with a giggle. He hums in agreement rubbing his large hand on the soft skin of your back. “It’ll be a boy.”

There was silence as Hoseok throws the onions into the heated up pan. The sizzle of the pan draws your attention as you look up from the couch.

“I’m putting peppers in the pasta.” He alerts you as he throws the peppers into the pan. You hum to him in agreement as Mina jumps onto the couch, her face coming to rest on your belly as you lean back into the couch.

“He doesn’t want to play with me.” She whispers before poking your bloated belly button. Hoseok peeks out of the kitchen before chuckling as he watches Mina rub your belly.

“I think your brother is sleeping.” You tell her, running your fingers through her hair. Hoseok grabs the handle of the pan before picking up and flicking his wrist to move the vegetables in the pan as they seer.

“Why does he need to sleep? He has to play with me!” Hoseok chuckles before putting the vegetables in the pot for the sauce. He lowers the burner to a simmer before wiping his hands on the towel and heading out of the kitchen.

“Dinner will be ready in a little bit.” He whispers before picking Mina up and placing her on his lap to sit next to you. His arm snakes around your shoulders before putting his hand on your belly.

“Daddy, the baby won’t play with me.” Hoseok gives a big smile, his perfect teeth shining in the living room before kissing her forehead.

“Your brother needs to sleep to become big and strong like his big sister, prince-” As he whispers to her, a small flit of movement happens within you making him stop short.

“He’s moving now, he’s awake.” Mina gasps before putting her face to your belly, her legs swinging on Hoseok’s lap as he wrinkles his nose at the sight.

“Daddy, is little brother your little prince just like I’m your princess?”

Hoseok hums before hugging her tightly and kissing the top of her head. His eyes find yours before relaxing and pulling you into his side.

“Always. Your both my little prince and princess.”

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MCC 18 SEP 21

Yellow Yacks and Cyan Coyotes with a little Aqua Axolotls. Part 1/1

The only reason I didn’t forget MCC was because I got the notification for Eret.

I have Wilbur on my TV. I’m going to watch Eret on my phone. And I’ll have Tommy on my iPad probably.

Wilbur throwing a tantrum and saying he won’t play.

I feel like a true Gen Z member with my multiple screens of minecraft.

I’m only just getting the Wilbur notification.

I love watching everyone run around before MCC and scale things.

Griefing the thumbnail. 😂

Wilbur just causes problems on purpose when it comes to group photos doesn’t he.

He just loves finding ways to cause problems.

Wilbur got a coconut!?!

I didn’t mean to type the question mark originally. But I am a bit confused.

Wilbur just stocking up on coconuts

True friendship is a quote book. I have several.

Baby banana boo.

Wait. I heard the word tumblr

Scott what did you do with tumblr?

I’m scared. Only Eret permitted on tumblr.

I remember watching hole in the wall as a tv show as a kid.

Wilbur’s glasses that don’t do anything.

There are September discounts for subbing?

Neato.

The conversations in my work discord are something else.

Not surprised that Wilbur is going for top swearer of MCC

But my residents are going to walk by my door and judge me.

Alright I apparently wasn’t signed in to twitch on my iPad and it took me entirely too long to learn to remember it.

Tommy looks like he’s really concentrating. Oh wait never mind.

Wow the yaks are in first currently. I might be cheering for a winning team for once.

Alright I have my iPad split screen between Tommy and the MCC website.

Everyone break the elevator!

In the game, not in the building I work. I don’t want that paperwork.

Stick together and place many block.

I’ve been in Wilburs position. “I’ll be captain” “yeah let’s let Wilbur be captain”

Not a single POV I have up is synced. But that’s life.

Oh not starting out strong.

Just keep going. Ignore the falling people just like ranboo last time.

We are at the absolute bottom for this game.

Where’s a bag of popcorn or something?

“Stay down there. That’s how I won that one time” -Ranboo

Down they go.

They didn’t have anywhere to run.

Second round!

Oh that wasn’t their best idea. It was fun seeing Erets POV of that.

Go Teams.

Turning down the volume on yellow yacks to listen to aqua axolotls.

Aqua please. You have so much potential.

Nope.

Switching audio again.

Yellow back at the bottom.

Ranboo ranboo ranboo ranboo

Down he goes. 😂 the timing of that was funny.

Please. Don’t die

Wilbur. Scott. Please.

Scott uncovering the creeper.

Their plan is literally just sit and be.

To be fair that’s my plan for everything I do.

Oh cobwebs are smart.

I’m eating very salty Chick-fil-A chips and need water.

We are still doing ok. Wow.

Cobwebs man. The real MVP.

They are still in 10th

COBWEBS!!! And Wilbur standing on the edge of a block.

THEY WON THAT?!?!!!!

It moved them from last to eight. But still. Wow.

Holy cow. How did that happen.

I always forget what the acronym game is.

Oh yeah. Wilbur snuck and found this. I remember.

Go team!

Oh the website updates faster than the game. But we’re starting off decent.

I’m going to have to take back that statement aren’t I?

Go go go go

Fly fly fly fly

Build build build build

Go Wilbur!

Rafter strat.

Wilbur found the rafters and everyone else loved it.

Blocking his own jump. 😂

I really should do the inside joke chair emoji thing for laughing. But I don’t care.

Tiktok is nice. Depends on the side you are on, but it’s nice.

We are doing halfway decent. I’m proud of us.

Wilbur is struggling and I think he might cry.

Not bad. I don’t think.

Power sweater.

This game in MCC has rainbow road vibes

I’ll have to make that it’s own post since I feel that’ll be popular ish.

Holy cow we hit first on the website!! How?

Ranboo sweet one.

They said no peaking to Wilbur.

Wilbur making them block stuff off and the like is so funny.

Run yaks run!

I missed the moment Wilbur just mentioned. Oh well I’m sure I’ll see the clip.

First last first.

Hey 4th overall. Look at em.

Wilbur switching to full screen to show us his M&Ms.

Let me balance my water bottle on the bedpost above my head. No way this could possibly go wrong in multiple ways.

Double coins. Gorgeous.

Chickens are being sniped.

What’s going to work? TEAM WORK!

I don’t think I have ever watched a game of grid runners in my life?

Alright game should start any second because it started on the website.

Alright stream is delayed about 13 seconds.

Go teams go!

Wilbur just sniping targets.

We’re doing ok.

All this dirt.

Go go go

We’re completing things first.

Cake!

Wilbur got in!

Now they eat

Oh but they are falling.

Oh wow the painting is complicated. My friends and I would fail to communicate so fast.

Is this lever thing just find the button but complicated?

Go you got the levers!

Items grab!

My friends and I would seriously struggle unless I was allowed the lead. But I would lead us off a cliff.

Everyone get ready to go in as soon as the cake is done.

Exit! You guys are so close! Please!

Woohoo!

Go Ranboo! Go Scott!

Come on guys. Come on. Good communication.

I think I like watching Wilbur with MCC because he had a similar strategy to what I would do.

Wilbur why did you try to act cool!!!

They keep saying they are miles ahead but not according to that scoreboard.

You placed 3rd. Good job y’all.

I’m excited for bonuses.

They have another minute until the others run out of time.

Good soup.

Oh wow. Ranboo and Wilbur really are always totgehe.

We are doing well. I see the board changing on the website so much.

Where will they land.

Looks like 2nd or 3rd

Fourth overall. Not bad.

Lap time is logical.

Audience vote?

Look at me redownloading twitter.

Can you not see how others have voted on twitter?

Oh there it is. It only showed mine for a sec there.

Battle box looks close. I voted ace race.

Oh it all looks close right now.

Long break my beloved.

I don’t have time to start my laundry but still. My beloved.

Game 5/8 so MCC won’t be too much longer.

I look up and Wilbur is shaking his ass at George. I’m not surprised.

Phil and Sneeg judging Wilbur.

Wilbur twerking on Phil and Sneeg joining.

Poor Phil.

Wilbur just having visited so many random places with so many random words just gathered.

Oh wow parkour tag is low. But so is sands.

Oh wow it was a tie. Between Sands and Parkour

“Wilbur is Sand Daddy” -Scott and then all the agreement noises.

Sands of Time is my favorite practical game

Maybe because Wilbur is really good at it. And Ranboo had been trained by him.

This is just good.

I swear Sand daddy is going to kill me during this.

I am just going to pass away.

My stream delay though.

Wilbur who says he stays very quiet as he makes circus music noises.

Minecraft Rhinos. Because I can’t spell their real name.

I don’t quite understand sand of time. But I like watching. It’s like college football.

I am missing the only college football game I care about for MCC.

Go Team.

No blue yet.

All the mobs.

“You better not die” sung to the tune of Santa clause is coming yo town. -Wilbur

Keep it up guys.

Oh no. They lost the key.

Oh good they found the key.

You can tell Wilbur had a musicians brain. He just hears something vaguely lyrical and starts singing a song.

Gotta promote your band whenever you can I guess.

I listened to the last Ep for like an hour and a half yesterday while I went about my day.

I wonder how we’re doing?

Only a few seconds.

I could warm a heating pad in the amount fo time they have left.

Ranboo doing these puzzles so amazingly.

Quit caring about what others think. Just do your thing.

I swear the sand daddy thing.

I love the cage of shame for not tracking your sand.

I zoned out. Red cyan orange?

We’re almost 15 minutes into sands.

I want to play Minecraft on my iPad right now.

Wait the website updated. We were 6th?

Yikes. I thought they did better.

3rd overall though!

Wait what was that about most influential improv thingy? Good for them.

Build mart!

Oh Ace Race. Wilbur calling Ace Race his girlfriend now.

I want to see the enemies to lovers fan fictions of Ace race and Wilbur.

Oh wait I can do that. I can verbally tell one like I have others in the past.

I’m excited to watch this.

Wilbur flirt with the race.

I’m not mentally prepared for this.

Everyone just joined because they don’t want to miss Wilbur x Ace Race.

Oh no. He’s not doing so well.

Oh Wilbur is giving us more.

Complicated history…

Whispering to Ace Race and Solidarity.

You’ve got it Wilbur.

Keep on talking. Keep your brain busy while you play.

Mommmm Wilbur is flirting with Ace Race again!

He’s whispering though so I can’t quite hear it and will have to find a clip channel that added subtitles.

Oh teams are changing on the website.

“What are you doing in my women Philza?” -Wilbur

“I will end your bloodline which is canonically also me.” -Wilbur

I can not track all the quotes from this. That’s beyond my abilities.

Wilbur did halfway decent, but it still uncomfortable.

Ace Race is a person now. Also the fact that Wilbur compliments Ace Race so much.

Sally v. Ace Race.

I want to find that fanart now.

Scott honey. Confirmed cannon is everyone fancies the fish.

4th. Not bad.

We’re still talking Ace Race x Wilbur

Build mart! My dearest buildmart!

I miss them sliding around in the sleds.

Grab da flowers!

We’re in 1st at the minute.

Come on yaks!

No coyotes!

Hurry hurry hurry.

Work discord going it’s thing again.

Oh we’re dropping fast.

Move the redstone! Thank you

Alright back on top. Keep it up.

Nevermind.

I love the way the build spaces for the different teams work.

Who is the person on the build?

Oh first again? Nevermind.

Oh we popped up to second. We’re so behind. Come on.

Duck!

Good soup energy. Now all I can think is the bi wide energy song.

Time is running out.

Yeah we aren’t catching up to first. Just hold second.

Where is granite?

Game over.

Third overall now. Not bad. Last game time they can possibly pull it into dodge bolt.

I need to go get a picture with the President of the university for a game with my work.

Good Soup.

I’m sitting here making popcat noises while waiting.

Game time! Go team! Survive!

Wait where did the steamer go? I wasn’t paying attention.

He’s back.

He’s swearing for his points on the swearing list.

Is pee a soup? No. I don’t think it’s think enough under normal circumstances.

Karl is apparently swearing according to Twitter. Good for him. He deserves to swear some as a treat.

Everyone running and leaving shubble.

Oh good they are all together.

Just keep running.

4th so far.

Cars. Beep beep.

Ranboo breath child.

Calling Wilbur like some kind of golden retriever.

Bow boy

Scott is leader now. Because otherwise they are arguing.

We are playing the don’t die strategy.

Come on team.

Did I put my cut in this post? I did.

Ranboo having stolen the airdrop. And he has a thing!

Oh the boarder is right behind them.

They are fighting Dream?

Nice Will.

We’re in fourth.

Boarder is right there.

Sapnap? Nope.

Pink attack and they book it.

Oh no. There goes Wilbur.

Is it just Scott?

Scott vs the world.

Just Organe and pink. They came third.

GO ORANGE!

Please. Please let us do it.

Overall third. Pink overtook yellow.

Sadness.

Ranboo has achieved: Found Hated Game

Ranboo has been hit by Survival games so many times now.

If they had just lasted a tiny bit longer they would have come second.

Cheering Orange I suppose.

I have no skill at picking winner POVs.

I have 3 teams I was at least kinda watching. And none of them are in dodgebolt.

Gosh can hear Ranboo tweaking.

Wow. Yellow yaks just as a team twerking.

What is Wilbur chewing on? Wilbur don’t chew on things that probably aren’t meant to be chewed on.

I can hear the band outside of my window. I think my campuses football game is starting.

The drum line practiced outside my window all the beginning of the semester so it’s fun seeing them march to the stadium.

Oh and there are the cheerleaders.

Oh right I was watching MCC! Who’s winning?

Come on Orange. So close.

Wait I looked out my window. Why is the band walking back to where they were?

Along the sidewalk?

I thought it was game time for a minute.

Oh dodgebolt could go either way.

Distracted by Jesus.

Grian! You got this!

Nice Grian.

Oh Grian has a chance!

Oh!

It’s so close!

Ooo ooo!

I’m so invested.

I SEE THE CONFETTI IN THE SITE! But I don’t want to miss the shot.

Come on Grian.

I know you do it. But you’ve got this

YESSSSS

Woo hoo!!

That was a good MCC. Now to do the chores and homework I originally planned to do today.

That was a nice stream.

Scott is separating Ranboo and Wilbur?

Please. Scott.

Don’t separate the beings.

You know. Twitter needs to politely bully Scott into keeping Ranboo and Will together.

Oop and that’s Wilbur done. That was fun.

See y’all next time!

#mcc #wilbur soot #ranboo #Scott #dangthatsalongname #shubble #yellow yaks #delayed liveblogging

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