#It gives me so much pride and joy to know for certain that we were god damned fucking amazing singers. :)

[aphroditesmoon]

Could you write Xavier X FemReader in which the reader is Wednesday’s family member (sister, cousin, etc) and her and Xavier we starting to get close then all of a sudden her starts acting cold/rude so she thinks she did something wrong and he hates her when in reality Xavier has started being mean is because he’s been in love with her since he saw her but she’s been getting really close with Tyler so she confronts him and he does an angry love confession????

it's you I think of

xavier thorpe x reader

summary: xavier tries to win the heart of the other addams sister, but she just doesn't seem to get the message.

warnings: bit angst but mostly fluff

A/N: Thanks for requesting anon! hope you like this!

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"So, is your name based on weekdays too or?" The long haired boy started as he stands beside you, observing your position as you shoot your arrow and misses again.

You sigh and he steps closer with your back to his chest as he guides your hand with the arrow. "Here, like this."

You feel your heart speeds up but says nothing as you watch him take the lead and hits the arrow straight to the aim.

He slowly steps aside and smiles at you. You give a small smile and gives him your name.

He fakes gasp, "Oh she speaks?" When you roll your eyes and drop your smile he immediately makes it clear he was just joking.

"I know, I'm not easily offended, there's been worse things said to me." You state, picking up another arrow to practice.

"So, do I have to assume you are as terrifying as your sister?" He asks with a teasing grin.

"Oh no, I'm afraid she has already claimed the title of homicidal psychopath in our family, truly the pride and joy of the Addams name. As for me, You'll learn soon enough." You explain, this time your arrow hits straight to the aim, You lower your bow in pride.

"So you mean to say we might end up close enough for me to learn about you myself?"

he had too many questions.

You shook your head and thank him for his lessons before walking away to your dorm room.

°°°

Despite being roommates with Yoko, she has not made a single effort to befriend you, as glad as you are for the peace, you could tell it's because of the growing closeness between you and Xavier, the girls were ignoring you in solidarity to Bianca.

You were thankful for that.

It wasn't that you asked Xavier to befriend you, but he was persistent in knowing you, and he seems to respect your boundaries enough to not push you or cross the line, so you accepted his friendship, it was nice to share the quietness with someone else sometimes.

He has even let you sit in the corner of his shed to watch him paint and sketch.

That was probably your favourite activity these days, the comfortable silence and watching him fully concentrate on his artworks.

Today was one of the days you'd get to watch him work, he had sat beside someone else during their classes together that afternoon, but you assumed their routine still remained.

Walking towards the shed, you notice chains around the handles of the door. It was definitely locked as you try to pull it off.

This was confusing, if he wasn't coming today then why wouldn't he tell you?

Bumping into Bianca as you're walking back to your dorm, you gave it a chance and asked her if she knew where Xavier was.

Her scoff and smile was mocking. "Aw, did he finally decide drop your deadweight of an ass?"

You raise your eyebrows at her challenged.

"That's weird, last time I checked, it was you that got dumped." Indulging in her baffled expression, You walk past her to continue looking for your friend.

He wasn't in the library or any of the classes. The last place there was to check was his room, a place you don't think you're allowed to.

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The next day was busy as everyone prepared for the rave'n dance. You weren't much of a partier, but you had hoped to ask a certain someone, so you made an effort to search for a decent enough dress.

You snatched the first dress that caught your attention, not liking the whole experience you had force yourself to go through. It was emerald coloured dress, giving in to the assigned flora and fauna theme this year.

Stepping into the local coffee shop, you were met with Tyler as he prepared you your usual.

"You look burnt out, went hiking or something?" He questions.

You chuckled. "Dress shopping." He raises his eyebrows and grin.

"Oh you're going to Rave'n then? Didn't seem like the type that would, got a date?"

Your smile slowly drops as you shook your head.

He nods understanding. "Well, I mean, if you're looking for one, I'm always free this Saturday." He winks and you bite your cheeks.

His attention snaps to the door as the bell rings.

and a customer enter. You turn around and widen your eyes in suprise to see Xavier.

His too as he takes your appearance in.

He walks closer, turning to look at Tyler, then back at you.

Tyler uncomfortably backs away from leaning at the counter to you and clears his throat.

"Uh, want a coffee?" He asks Xavier slowly.

He nods carefully, before taking a seat next to you, watching Tyler move to the espresso machine.

"Didn't know you two are friends." He starts.

You let out an annoyed laugh and glares at him.

"Really?" He blinks, not understanding what you mean.

"You don't answer my texts, didn't tell me you weren't going to be at the shed, and now you're talking to me like you haven't been ignoring me?" You snapped.

"Wha- I've been busy, I forgot-"

"You've been busy, you forgot, which one is it?" You Interrogate.

"Both! Look, I'm sorry alright, I should've let you know, I forgot." He explains as Tyler brings you both your coffee.

Xavier's eyes wanders to the paperbag in your hand. "Is that a dress? You're going to the rave'n?" He asks suspiciously.

"Why shouldn't I?" You ask defensively.

"I didn't say you shouldn't, I just- I mean, do you have a date?"

You instinctively nodded. "I'm... going with Tyler! Right, Tyler?" You immediately turn to him, silently begging him to agree.

Tyler, playing along, nods and confirms.

Xavier's expression changed, and the guilt in his eyes turns blank as he processes what you said.

"Oh." Disappointment laced his voice for some reason. He snatch his coffee and stand to leave. "I'll uh, see you later then." He says briefly before leaving.

you feel the pit of your stomach churn as you thank Tyler.

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The Rave'n dance was unspeakably boring. You'd rather be in your room and read with Chopin playing in the background.

Instead you're stuck here awkwardly eating your cake with Tyler by your side.

You spot Xavier by Bianca's side as they walk in together, his eyes meet yours and the betrayal you feel was deep. He had gone back to her.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom, feeling Xavier's gaze burning through your back as you walk away.

You pull back tears and touched up your lipstick after repeating the breathing exercise Kinbott has taught you.

Feeling less upset and more out together aftet successfully preventing a breakdown, you walk out towards your date.

Only to find him on the dancefloor with your sister, Wednesday.

Of course, he had only asked you to get close to her. No one ever wanted you for you.

You were glad you didn't really like him and disappointedlu went to grab a drink. You scan the room and notice Bianca dancing with Yoko, It was then that you notice Xavier wasn't anywhere to be seen. You frown and walked out while no one notice. The idea of knocking on his door was halted as you remember you weren't allowed there, If you were caught, it wasn't the punishment you were scared of but rather the embarrassment.

There was only one option left.

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Climbing through windows and walls, you pull out a small screwdriver, unlocking the window next to his bedside, before pushing it open and jumping in.

As your feet lands on his bed, you hear him yelp and swear loudly. There he was in all his glory, in front of the bathroom door.

"[name]?!, What the fuck? Did you seriously just climbed through my window-"

"You weren't at the shed today, and you stopped sitting next to me in class. In fact if I'm remembering it right, you didn't even want me in the shed with you last week too." He turns quiet, eyes not meeting yours.

"You're avoiding me, why?" You ask, making him scoff and turn away from you as he walks towards Rowan's old bed.

You walk to him, pulling him by his hands to look at you.

"Did I do something? Have I offend you?" You go straight to the point.

He frowns. "Offend me? God are you clueless or something."

Saying that you were confused would be an understatement.

"Let's say that I am, spell it out for me then."

He shook his head and pushed your hand away. "I'm not- I'm not offended, okay? Just leave, okay? Go back to your date, and not by the windo-"

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong." You insist and he sighs.

you two stood like that for a few seconds, refusing to grant eachother's request.

You broke the silence first, unable to take it anymore.

"Xavier, you are my first friend ever, besides my old pet tarantula spider that was accidental killed in our washing machine." He makes a face of disgust.

"I- What I mean is, If I had done anything to hurt you, it was probably accidental, I am not the best when it comes to making friends, let alone, keeping then." You notice his body relaxing as his gaze softens.

"I would understand if you no longer want to associate with me, but I would be very grateful if you could tell me why." You pleaded, heart breaking.

You didn't think you could ever feel this upset.

People had always assumed you were as heartless as your sister, given your awkward and introverted personality.

But the truth was you used your antisocial personality as a wall againts human interaction because you were sensitive. Your heart was the opposite of Wednesday's.

Xavier sighs and closes his eyes briefly before looking at you firmly.

"You didn't offend me, well- not really, it's just-"

"Its- I avoided you, because I thought you didn't feel the same way I did." His confession did not clear anything up for you.

You scrunch your face confused.

"Feel? Feel what?"

His lips became a thin line as he rolls his eyes.

"[name], I like you"

"I like you too, I just told you that-

"No, I-" He sighs loudly again.

"I like you, more than a friend, should. And I thought I've been dropping multiple hints since we met but it seems you've gotten none of them, I thought you just weren't interested in me like that, or else you would've seen them, wouldn't you?"

Your eyes widen as understanding fills you.

The brief silence scared him as he tells you to forget about it and leave.

"Wha- No, no Xavier, I do like you." You immediately tells him before you could stop yourself.

He freezes and his yes scan you for any lies or deceit.

"Right, and you're definitely not saying this because I'm your only friend and you feel bad."

You shook your head but he still looks unconvinced.

"You went out with Tyler. Fucking Tyler. How does anything you do backs up what you're saying?" Tyler's name sounds like a curse coming from his tongue, And you have to admit, it makes you like him more.

"It does make sense what you're saying, but if Im only saying this because I'm lonely, would I do this?" You challenge him.

"Do what?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed.

You answer him by pulling him down by his vest and meeting your lips with his.

Automatically he reciprocates it and his arms move to wrap around your waist.

You smile againts his mouth and you feel him copy it.

Breaking the kiss to catch a breath, he grins at you, all his sulking seemingly gone.

"So just to be clear, you're not doing this because you feel bad or anything right? I don't know, maybe you should convince me again, just to be sure."

Your face breaks into a smile as you grant his wish.

[chaoticloving]

new years, new family

harry styles x reader (SOH masterlist)

summary: y/n meets anne and gemma for the first time, and harry's just happy. || w/c: 2.2k

a/n: felt i should post a bit more before im back to class, enjoy and have a good new year!

Anne was an amazing mother. She was kind, empathetic, and had the strong will that helped her do what was right. Harry loved his mum too. Despite all the arguments and the fame, he has always had faith in her. He truly felt the love and comfort that a mother should give any child—and he still does to this day as an adult.

Anne prided on being someone her kids could go too if they needed an ear and always gave her kids space, but that didn’t stop her from being curious about their lives. She would sometimes sneak in a “do you like someone” or “when do you think you’ll have kids” every now and then, but they knew she just had their best interest at heart.

Anne was very careful about what she asked Harry though, not to say that she would be blunt with Gemma, but there were certain questions that would sound too much like a TMZ journalist asking questions. So, Anne would turn to Gemma to maybe slip some detail about Harry’s life.

The last time Gemma came around her mothers though, she did tell Anne that Harry’s got a crush that sort-of, maybe, turned into his girlfriend. “But don’t quote me on this. I don’t know for sure.” Gemma reminded her mother.

But Anne was bubbling with excitement. She knew the girlfriend in question is Y/n, the women Harry might of suitably alluded to having a crush on, and she couldn’t be more excited for her boy. She reminded herself though that she can’t be too pushy, but she can watch the young actresses movies.

After just under six months of dating, Harry decides he wants to tell his family.

“I know my mum won’t tell and Gemma will just make fun of me, I just don’t like keeping you a secret from everybody important in my life.” Harry confessed, kissing his lovers face all over as a way to win her over.

Y/n had a habit of overthinking, but seeing her boyfriends puppy dog eyes she just couldn’t say no.

“I believe you.” She kissed him back. “Just don’t embarrass me when you tell them.”

The next morning Harry was practically jumping from excitement, yet feeling like he needed the bathroom every five seconds from nerves. Harry knew his family wouldn’t hate Y/n or everything of the sort. It was just the fact they would be one of the first to know and their secret relationship wouldn’t be a secret anymore. He knew Y/n wasn’t just in it because of the the secrecy, but the fact still didn’t make him feel any better.

Harry powered through, and made the call.

The line rang a couple times before the cheery voice of Anne rang through. “Hi Honey, so good to hear from you!”

Harry laughed, walking around his London flat aimlessly. “It’s nice to talk to you too. Been feelin’ so busy from work that I think I’ll go crazy.”

“Oh no, well remember to take breaks and focus on you.” Anne thought this was her chance. “Do you have someone you can talk to or someone you feel comfortable with? Go out with them and forget about work.”

Harry blushed, he was in the kitchen and he could see the back of y/n. He thinks she is getting her morning coffee all ready as well as a cup for him.

“Yeah, actually, I’ve met someone.”

The pure joy running through Anne's body was something she last felt when Gemma told her about her last boyfriend.

"And is it who I think it is?"

"Have you been talkin' to Gemma recently?" Harry ask, false annoyance slipped through his voice. "But uh-" He cleared his throat. "Yeah, I think so. "

Anne practically screamed through the phone, excitement radiating though.

"But we are talking about Y/n, right?"

"Yes! Yes, oh my goodness, you finally are together! You two look so adorable together and I know to never buy into something TMZ or Daily Mail says but I saw your little photo and then when Gemma finally told me that you told her that you were talking to Y/n I started watching all of her movies so far and she is very talented, although, i have to admit, when she kissed that other boy in the movie I kept thinking how you would been feeling and--"

A couple seconds into her rant, Harry put Anne on speaker phone and was suffering from the adrenaline rushing though him. He was coming down from the high of fear and going into a tired yet happy state.

Y/n handed Harry a cup of coffee, half cream with a ton of sugar added in, then sat down next to him with her own coffee in hand. Y/n was trying to hide her smile through a look of embarrassment, but the actress couldn't quite hide her emotions from Harry.

Harry nudged Y/n, a smile on his rosey face. They look at each other with such adoration that it was sickening to anyone single.

"Harry? Harry, you still there?" Anne's voice snapped Harry from Y/n's trance on him.

"Yeah, I'm here mum." Harry chided, clearing his throat. "Just got a bit side tracked. What did you say?"

"When are you two coming over then? I know Gemma is coming round for new years so six could work, maybe five, or is that too early for new years?"

Y/n's eyes went wide with shock as she heard Anne's words then she could've sworn her heart stopped beating when Harry replied, as nonchalantly as ever, sure mum.

"Six'll work." Harry said, saying his goodbyes. He hung up his phone and smiled at Y/n. "You excited?"

"Definitely."

...

Y/n was not excited. Not in the slightest.

Y/n and Harry spent the holidays with their own families. They called each other, constantly; and much to Annes delight, and Gemma's partial annoyance, they've been hearing all about Y/n constantly. But a few day's after the holidays, they both met up at Harry's flat to make the journey to Anne's.

Currently, they were in Harry's Range Rover, close to Anne's house. They left a couple hours after Anne's call, knowing the drive is long and traffic would most likely be a nightmare. Harry has made the long drive quite a few times since he has moved to London, he knew it like the back of his hand; Y/n, while she hasn't made this specific drive, has gone on plenty of long trips in her life.

Yet, this drive, was pure torture.

She didn't want to tell Harry thats she is scared. She knows Harry would turn the car around and say it's no big deal, but he would be disappointed.

It wasn't like she didn't like what she has heard about his family, the opposite in fact. It's what they have heard about her.

Currently, the media is portraying Y/n as a serial dater, using someone for a night, or weekend if they're lucky, then dumping them and repeat. And poor Harry is the unconfirmed boyfriend that Y/n is dragging along for a long time.

They got all that from one group photo at a party last month.

It's not true. She knows it's not true, Harry knows it's not true, but does Anne and Gemma know it's not true? Anne invited her when there wasn't too much drama going on, but now? She was terrified for what would happen.

Y/n is just glad that it is just Gemma and Anne tonight, as much as she would want to meet Robin or Desmond, she can't deal with anymore people in one night.

"Okay so a couple tips." Harry started, turning down the volume of the song on the radio, Fleetwood Mac obviously. "One, don't ask Gemma if she is dating someone unless you want her to give you a silent treatment."

She nodded.

"Don't mention fame or anything too out of touch. Not really specific, just general advice because my mum always scoffs at people who flaunt their money."

"You say this in your custom two-hundred-thousand car." Y/n joked, trying to keep her cool.

"I got teased a bit." Harry shrugs, flipping the indicator and turning down a neighborhood. "But that's just teasing."

Harry sighs as he pulls to the side of the road in front of a nice house. It was cozy, yet big enough for a couple and a guest or two. "Ready?"

"Nothing else?"

"Not really sure." Harry fidgeted. "You're the first they would or could meet so..."

Y/n just nods as Harry's voice trails off, it's all she can do. Their thoughts mimic each other.

She's meeting her future in-laws.

I'm meeting my future in-laws.

The only difference was the tone. Excitement and fear.

Harry walked round to the other side, opening her door and holding his hand to help her out. Y/n felt like the paparazzi was watching her, but instead of flashing lights it was curtains suspiciously moving.

Harry knocked on the door, hand in a death grip with Y/n's. "Deep breaths. They're going to love you."

"Harry!" Anne swung open the door and smiled, when she looked over she saw Y/n, causing her to smile brighter and nearly bring tears to the women's eyes. "Y/n! I'm so glad you're here. Come in come in!"

Y/n had her red carpet smile on. She was carful to not make her smile look too obnoxious, but not like she was not excited to be here.

"Ms Twist you're house is beautiful." She complemented, earning her first awe of the night.

"Please, call me Anne." She blushed. "And thank you sweetheart."

"Where's Gem?" Harry asked, taking his shoes off and brushing his hand on Y/n's.

"Living room. She's on the phone with someone." She winked and walked into the house. "Come in, I've got some nibbles for you two."

Y/n mouthed, someone?. Harry just rolled his eyes and mouthed, "ex." She nodded and followed Harry into the the house.

"Gemma get off the phone." They heard Anne yell. "Say hi to the couple."

Gemma’s jaw dropped as she hugged Harry. She saw Y/n and her smile grew. "You're the famous Y/n we've been hearing about!"

Y/n nervously laughed but nodded, excepting the hug happily. Harry sighed thought, face turning a shade of pink. "It's so nice to meet you!" Y/n was smiling. Their first impressions were so far good. They seemed excited to meet her, and Y/n was able to breath finally now.

"Not long until midnight, so I've got to get going on the dinner." Anna decided.

"Let me help!" Y/n jumped at the opportunity to get to know Anne and get in her good graces. Following her to the kitchen and leaving the siblings behind.

"Mum's going to love her." Gemma whispered to Harry, shoving his shoulder. Harry just blushed, happy that his girlfriend is getting along with his family.

~

Midnight struck, cheers and hugs were done, and a sneaky kiss between the two young and in love celebrities were shared. Anne was tired, so the rest decided to retire to their rooms for the night. Harry took their two bags up to the stairs and revealed the small room that housed talented singer: Harry Styles.

It had grey walled with posters hung all around. As Y/n looked closer behind the records and old CDs tapped to the wall, she found a poorly covered up dent in the wall. "What's this?"

"Something that will definitely give my mum a heart attack." Harry smiled, dropping the bags. "Was playing with some of my friends and one "accidentally" threw a nerf gun at me."

"Sounds fun." She mused, continuing to look around the room. "Seems like your music taste has not changed." Y/n noticed the Joni Mitchell collection, right next to the Stevie Nicks one.

"Nope." Harry sighed, standing next to his girlfriend, but she could sense the smile forming on his face. "I'm glad I threw out all of those porno mags."

"So thoughtful." Y/n pushed Harry away as he laughed. Harry grabbed her and threw themselves onto the small, twin sized bed that had superman sheets on.

"Superman? At sixteen?" She asked.

"Hey, don't hate on superman." Harry defends. "These sheets are too comfy to get rid of."

They laugh a bit more, settling slowly into the silence that the small room gives them. They can hear Gemma talking to someone through the wall, though they don't mind--they're too wrap up in themselves to care.

"Think your family likes me?" She asked.

"Oh definitely. You're much better then any guy Gemma brought round." Harry remarked. "Plus mum loves you loads, it's really easy to see. She doesn't just offer her special margaritas to anyone."

"I'm glad." Is all Y/n says. She's tired now, a long stressful day of nerves really washed her out, but thankfully, she's got an amazing boyfriend to sleep next to.

"I'm glad you got to meet them." Harry admits. "No way you can break up with me now. Mum'll miss you too much."

"I'd miss her too. Not that I'd ever want to break up with you."

Harry kissed her sweetly, "Good, because I'd never do that too. Wouldn't even think of it."

[10thmusemoon]

saw your omega yqy post and i must know, if yqy and sj had another baby after shen yuan (after they officially get together and openly COMMUNICATE about their feelings) how would that go? how would sj feel about it knowing that yqy loves him? how would yqy feel knowing (or at least suspecting) that sj is actually looking forward to their second child?

CW: omegaverse, jiuqi, 97

Despite a breeding kink definitely being present I don’t think SJ would want another kid! But that’s not how omegaverse goes so of course there would be another!

There was so much trepidation with the first child, so naturally he’s anxious at the beginning. Jealousy and hunger are such an integral part of who Shen Jiu that he is that he puts himself in a box of how he should feel, how he expects himself to act like he did the first time around. It was such a resentful and miserable time for him that he’s not looking forward to it at all.

SJ is so used to planning for the worst that the good always blindsides him.

A stable relationship means that this time around he doesn’t have to restrain himself at all. SJ can scent yqy as he wishes and bury his face in the sect leader’s neck for hours, getting drunk off the smell of a happy pregnant omega knowing “I did this, qi-ge is this happy because of Me.”

He can enjoy the changes this causes in yqy this time around instead of thinking it’s a parasite changing him into something unfamiliar.

There was a very real fear in yqy that SJ wouldn’t want anything to do with them after Shen yuan was born that just isn’t an issue this time around. Yqy would have been overly independent the first time around, partly because of not wanting to bother SJ but mostly because that’s who he is. When he tries to pull the same shit this time around SJ gets to gleefully bully yqy into resting and being spoiled. For once yqy can’t ignore him to stay up and finish more paperwork because SJ will immediately weaponize the baby’s health against him.

(SJ becomes a menace on Qian Cao peak and MQF morns the time when he knew less about his shixiongs sex life and they used to avoid medical care)

The pregnancy sex is filthy, but more body worship than degradation happening for once. (We’re not talking about the lactation kink but it’s real.) SJ looks at YQY flushed and full, pressed against a nest of the softest most expensive materials available and thinks, “I won. This is mine, mine, mine.”

Pride and smug satisfaction define the second pregnancy.

This is the life Shen Jiu was owed, all the years of hell were for this. Everyone that ever looked down on him was wrong, they would all eventually die with their aspirations on their tongues while Shen Jiu lives as a powerful immortal with a spoiled Qi-ge on his arms.

(The barefoot and pregnant omega fantasy is strong this time around and if only yqy could just stop giving a shit about the sect for two seconds to make it a reality!!)

YQY is over the moon with all this, similar to Shen Jiu there’s less restraint going on and he allows himself the full range of emotions. On more than one occasion he finds himself tearing up with a silent joy that sends SJ into panicked spirals that typically end with a flustered “we could have had this earlier if you weren’t an idiot about things!!”

Not only that but also with jealousy, he isn’t just a thing that belongs to SJ (though he is!) this time around but also someone that has just as much a claim to his beautiful husband. There is a certain smugness to his status a a powerful pregnant omega with an ethereal husband when they have meetings with outsiders. Also he fully milks (lol) his rights as an omega to have his alpha come everywhere (lol x2) with him “for his safety.”

(If YQY wasn’t the sect leader they surely would have been thrown out for public indecency.)

If with Shen Yuan SJ had been a reluctant father with his first pet, then with baby 2 he is suddenly the obnoxious show dog owner that thinks he’s better than you.

The difference is that Shen Yuan was Qi-ge’s baby, and the goodness of him was because of that association, it was the saving grace from the poison he would inherit from SJ.

Baby two is his, they’re all his, because it’s what Shen Jiu deserves. They are his victory and his pride and he radiates condescension for his superior family that he built.

(YQY is so into this baby 3 might be a given)

[formulas-bitch]

Come Back Home - Charles leclerc X leclercsibling/reader

4.9k words

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the concrete floor of the garage. It was always like this, Charles thought, when his older sister, Emily, returned home from her latest tour in the army. There was a certain air of anticipation, of excitement, that seemed to fill the room, as if the very walls themselves were vibrating with the energy of her presence. Even the old, rusty tools hanging on the walls appeared to glisten under her watchful gaze, as if they too were proud to be a part of her story.

Charles could feel his heart race with a mixture of nerves and joy as he watched Emily walk towards him. Her uniform was spotless, her posture straight and tall, her hair tied back in a tight bun that emphasized her sharp features. Her eyes, a deep shade of blue that he had inherited, sparkled with an unmistakable twinkle of pride. She held out her hand to him, and without a second thought, Charles took it, feeling the warmth and strength of her grip.

"You look great, Emily!" he exclaimed, unable to hide his grin. "I can't believe you're finally home!"

Emily smiled warmly at her little brother. "I missed you too, Charles. I've been thinking about that race of yours. You know, if you want, I could give you a few pointers. I mean, I might be a bit out of practice, but I've got some experience under my belt."

Charles' eyes widened in excitement. "Really?" he asked, barely able to contain his enthusiasm. "That would be amazing! I've been practicing a lot, but it's always better when someone who's been there can help you."

Emily nodded, her expression softening. "Of course, little brother. I remember when you were just a kid, always tagging along with me to the track. I never imagined you'd grow up to be such a talented driver." She placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "We'll make a great team, you and me."

As they walked out of the garage and into the warm evening air, Emily glanced over at the dusty old trophy case by the side of the house. There, amidst the faded ribbons and tarnished medals, were a few shining reminders of her own racing days. She'd never won anything quite as impressive as the prize Charles was vying for, but she knew that didn't matter. Her pride in her little brother's accomplishments far outweighed any lingering feelings of envy or regret.

They made their way to the track, the familiar smell of hot rubber and burning fuel filling their noses. Emily's eyes scanned the course, analyzing the turns and the jumps, the potential hazards and the ideal lines. She'd spent so much time here, honing her skills, pushing herself to the limit. Now, standing here beside her brother, she realized that it had all been worth it.

"So," Emily said, as they walked along the fence, "tell me about your competition. Anyone I should keep an eye out for?"

Charles nodded, his expression a mix of determination and nerves. "Well, there's this one kid, Max, who's been winning everything lately. He's really good, but I think I can beat him. I've been practicing really hard, and I've got you to help me now." He glanced sideways at Emily, a hopeful smile playing on his lips.

Emily placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I believe in you, Charles," she said, her voice steady and calm. "I know you can do this. And even if you don't win, remember that it's about having fun and challenging yourself. That's what matters most." She gave him a wink, trying to ease some of the pressure he was feeling.

As they continued to walk along the fence, they came across a familiar-looking car, its paintjob faded and its tires worn thin. Emily recognized it immediately as Max's car, the one that had given her brother so much trouble during practice. "Hmm," she mused, "it looks like your competition could use a little help too. Maybe I could take a look at his car before the race and see if there's anything we can do to give you an edge."

Charles' eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" he asked, unable to hide his excitement. "That would be amazing! I mean, I don't want to take advantage or anything…"

Emily smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about it, Charles. It's not about taking advantage. We're here to help each other out, remember? Besides, if we can help Max improve his car, it'll only make the race that much more interesting." She glanced over at the car, her eyes assessing its condition. "Let's take a look at it, shall we?"

Together, they approached Max's car, and Emily began to inspect it carefully. She checked the tire pressure, the alignment, and even took a look under the hood. After a few minutes of examination, she pulled out a rag and began to wipe away some of the grime from the engine. "This car has a lot of potential," she said to Charles, "but it's not being used to its fullest. If I were you, I'd focus on these few areas." She pointed to a worn-out suspension and a faulty spark plug. "With some TLC and a few simple adjustments, this car could be unstoppable."

Charles nodded, his eyes shining with determination. "Thanks, Emily. You don't know what this means to me." He paused, his expression growing more serious. "Listen, I've been thinking… I know you're my big sister and all, but what if we were to team up? I mean, not just for this race, but for future ones too? We could be unbeatable together."

Emily considered his words carefully. She had always been close to her little brother, but the idea of actually racing alongside him had never crossed her mind. It was an intriguing prospect, but she wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. "It's a nice idea, Charles," she said finally, "but you need to remember that we're still competing against each other today. I can't help you win the race if it means losing it myself. and also i never know when i will be called back to base and go on tour again."

Charles nodded, understanding her dilemma. "I get it," he said, his voice softening. "But maybe…maybe we could just see how today goes, and then talk about it afterwards? You know, if we both do well and have fun, who knows what could happen?" He flashed her a hopeful smile.

Emily smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Okay," she agreed, surprised by how much she wanted to make this work. "We'll see how it goes. And even if we don't end up teaming up, I promise I'll always be your biggest fan, no matter what."

As they continued to walk around the car, Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with her brother. They had always been close, but this newfound understanding and trust was something special. She could tell that Charles felt the same way, his movements more confident and his posture more erect.

The race finally began, and both Emily and Charles took their places at the starting line. Their engines revved in unison, and the air was filled with the smell of burning rubber and hot metal. As the flag dropped, they roared forward, their tires squealing against the pavement.

Emily and Charles stayed close together, watching each other's every move. They weaved in and out of traffic, avoiding potholes and other obstacles with ease. They could feel the tension between them, a mixture of determination and sibling rivalry. But they also felt a newfound respect for each other, a mutual understanding that they were in this together.

As they raced past the halfway mark, Emily began to pull ahead slightly. She glanced back at Charles, hoping he was doing alright, but didn't want to lose focus on the track. Suddenly, she heard a loud pop from his engine, and saw him slowing down. "Charles!" she shouted over the radio. "What's wrong?"

Charles gritted his teeth as he fought to keep the car under control. "I think I blew a tire," he replied, his voice strained. "I'm going to pull over and see if I can fix it."

Emily felt a pang of guilt as she watched her brother struggle. She knew how much this race meant to him, and she didn't want to be the reason he lost. She considered stopping as well, but she didn't want to give up her lead. Instead, she radioed back, "Don't worry about it, Charles. Just focus on getting the car fixed. I'll keep an eye on things until you're back."

As she continued to race, Emily couldn't help but keep glancing back over her shoulder. Each time she looked, she could see Charles frantically working on his car, trying to get it back up and running. The delay gave her a slight lead, but she knew it wouldn't last forever. She had to keep pushing if she wanted to win this race.

The track twisted and turned, winding its way through the lush greenery of the countryside. Emily expertly navigated the turns, her tires squealing against the pavement as she forced them to break traction. She could feel the engine beneath her, purring contentedly despite the recent setback. She knew that if she could just make it to the finish line, she had a good chance of winning.

In the distance, she could see Charles' car slowly making its way back onto the track. His progress was steady, but it was clear that he was struggling to keep up with her pace. Still, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride watching him battle his way back into the race.

The finish line came into view, and Emily redoubled her efforts, pushing her car to its limits. She knew that she had to maintain her lead if she wanted to win. The stands were packed with spectators, their cheers echoing across the track as they urged her on. She could feel the heat of the sun beating down on her helmet, but she refused to let it distract her.

Behind her, Charles was gaining ground steadily, his car running more smoothly now that he had fixed the tire. The determination in his eyes was unmistakable as he closed in on her, inching closer with each passing second. Emily could feel her heart racing, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

As they neared the finish line, the cheers from the crowd grew louder, their voices a deafening roar that seemed to envelop the entire world. Emily glanced over at Charles, her heart in her throat as she wondered if she would manage to hold on. With a final burst of speed, she crossed the finish line, her tires squealing in protest as she slid sideways. She looked up to see Charles just inches behind her, his face contorted in a grimace of determination.

The race officials waved their checkered flags, signaling the end of the race. Emily slowly pulled her car to a stop, her heart still racing, her muscles aching from the effort. She climbed out of the car, her helmet in her hands, and took a deep breath. She glanced around, searching for her brother, and saw him emerge from his car a few feet away. His face was flushed with exertion and emotion, and there was a mixture of pride and disappointment in his eyes.

They met each other halfway, clasping hands in a gesture of camaraderie and understanding. "I'm sorry, Charles," Emily said, her voice hoarse from shouting over the engine. "I didn't mean to cause you to blow your tire."

Charles smiled, his expression softening. "It's alright, sis. You didn't do it on purpose. Besides, you helped me realize that I can still keep up with you." He glanced at the track, a distant look in his eyes. "I'm just sorry I couldn't pull ahead this time."

The two of them stood there for a moment, lost in their thoughts. The sound of the crowd slowly faded away, replaced by the gentle rustle of the leaves in the trees and the occasional hushed voice. Emily reached up and adjusted her helmet, feeling the sweat beading on her forehead. She knew that despite their sibling rivalry, she and Charles were a team. They always had been. all of a sudden Emily hears her phone ringing and sees it is her captain from the army calling.

"Sorry about that, Charles. I'd better take this. It's probably about my orders or something." Emily says, already walking a few steps away from her brother. She answers the call, pressing the phone against her ear. "Hello, Captain. What's up?"

There's a brief pause on the other end of the line before the captain replies, his voice grave. "I'm afraid I have some news, Emily. Your unit has received orders for a deployment. You're to report to base immediately for processing." Emily feels a chill run down her spine. "But, I thought… I mean, I was supposed to be here for the rest of the season. What about my brother's race?"

The captain hesitates for a moment. "I'm sorry, Emily, but these orders are top priority. You need to put your training first. We'll work something out with your brother's race, but for now, you need to focus on getting to base." He gives her the details of where to go and when, and then hangs up the phone.

Emily feels a mixture of shock, fear, and guilt wash over her. She glances over at Charles, who is watching her with a concerned expression. "I've got to go, Charles," she says, her voice barely audible. "The army's sending me into deployment." She takes a deep breath and tries to steady her racing heart.

Charles's face falls, and he steps forward to wrap an arm around her shoulders. "It's alright, Em. We'll get through this together. You're not going alone." He pauses, looking at her seriously. "I'll race for both of us now. I promise."

Emily looks up at him, tears welling in her eyes. She knows he's right; they've always been there for each other. "Thank you, Charles. I love you." She returns his hug, feeling the familiar weight of his arm across her shoulders.

Together, they walk back to their pit area, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the empty space. Emily can't help but feel a sense of loss, not just for herself, but for Charles as well. She knows that this will change everything for them.

As they approach their cars, they see their mom and siblings waiting for them, concern etched on their faces. Emily's older brother puts his arm around their mother's shoulders, offering what little comfort he can. Charles's mother reaches out to him, her hand trembling as she wipes away a tear.

The two of them get into their cars, Charles taking the lead as they pull out of the parking lot. Emily looks over at him, noticing the determination in his eyes as he focuses on the road ahead. She can tell that he's not just racing for himself anymore; he's racing for her too.

Their mother and siblings follow close behind, their mother's tears silent but steady as she watches her two children drive away. Emily's brother drives a bit more slowly, occasionally glancing into the rearview mirror to check on his sister.

The race track stretches out before them, the sun dipping lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the track. Charles takes a deep breath and focuses on the task at hand. He shifts gears, pressing his foot harder against the accelerator as he speeds up, his car whipping around the turns with precision. Emily watches him from the passenger seat, a mixture of awe and pride filling her heart.

In the car behind them, their siblings talk quietly among themselves, trying to distract their mother from the tension of the moment. They know that this race is more than just a race for Charles; it's a way for him to honor his sister's sacrifice and to show the world what they can achieve together.

Their mother, though quiet, is fiercely proud of both of her children. She wipes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. She remembers the day Emily left for basic training, how proud she was to see her daughter stand tall and strong. And now, she watches Charles race with the same mix of awe and pride.

and now she has to watch her only daughter be shipped out again and prays she make to back home safe.

Emily leans forward in her seat, her knuckles white as she grips the dashboard. She can feel the tension in her body, the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She's not the one driving, but she feels like she is. Every move Charles makes, every decision he makes behind the wheel, feels personal to her. She can't help but wonder if this is how he feels when he's on the track with her.

Their mother glances up at the sky, watching the shadows grow longer. She wonders if Emily is thinking of her at this moment, if she can see the sky the same way. Perhaps they're both looking up at the same stars, hoping that one day they'll be able to watch Charles race together again.

Charles speeds past the finish line, his car screeching to a halt as he crosses it. He jumps out of the car, his heart racing and his lungs burning. His eyes dart around, searching for his family in the stands. their brothers are already there, clapping and cheering, their mother close behind. They spot Charles and their faces light up, relief and pride washing over them.

Emily watches from the pit area, her heart in her throat. She knows Charles did his best, and that's all she could have ever asked for. As he waves to them, she waves back, feeling a sense of accomplishment and love wash over her. Their mother stands up, wiping away a tear, and gestures for them to join her. They hurry over, their siblings forming a protective circle around them.

Their mother takes Emily's hand in hers, her grip firm and reassuring. "I'm so proud of both of you," she says, her voice cracking. "You did her proud, Charles. And you, Emily, you've been his strength when he needed it most. You've both shown such courage and resilience."

Charles squeezes his sister's shoulder, feeling the weight of their mother's words. "Thanks, Mom. And Em, you have no idea how much I appreciate everything you've done. You've been my rock, my inspiration. I couldn't have done it without you."

emily wipes her eyes as she pulls her mother and brothers in a hug.

" now lets get out of here and grab some dinner before i have to report back to base"

Their mother smiles through her tears, nodding in agreement. "Of course. We'll celebrate tonight, just like you wanted." She turns to her oldest son. "Arthur , why don't you and Emily go with Charles to pick up some food? We'll head straight home and get everything ready?."

Arthur nods, stepping forward. "Sounds good, Mom. We'll be back in a jiffy." He turns to Emily, offering her his arm. "Shall we?" They begin to walk towards Charles' car, a light breeze rustling through the trees behind them.

Charles pulls up to a local food truck park, parking his car between two brightly colored vehicles. The aroma of various cuisines fills the air, making their stomachs rumble in anticipation. "So, Em, what do you feel like getting?" he asks, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

Emily shrugs, her mind already wandering to the dinner table at home with their family. "I'm not really sure. Whatever sounds good to you, I guess."

Charles nods, glancing at the menu board above the truck. "Hmm, I'm in the mood for some Mexican tonight. How does that sound? Chicken tacos, maybe some quesadillas?"

Emily smiles, feeling her stomach growl in agreement. "That sounds delicious. I'm sure Mom would love some help with the dinner too."

They step up to the window, watching as the friendly food truck owner takes their order. As they wait for the food, they lean against the car, enjoying the warm evening air. "Hey, Charles, I wanted to thank you again for letting me come with you today. I know it's not easy for you, being away from everything and everyone back home."

Charles shrugs, trying to downplay his emotions. "Hey, it's fine. I'm glad you're here. I'd rather have you by my side than anyone else. Besides, it helps me remember what I'm fighting for." He pauses, looking at Emily seriously.

Their food arrives, they grab it and start driving home.

"I'm sure you'll make a great soldier when you're back in the field," Enzo says, taking a bite of his quesadilla. "I mean, you're already so strong and brave. And I know Dad is so proud of you and remember he is always watching you em"

Emily feels a lump in her throat as she listens to Enzo. She knows he's right; their father is always watching over them, and she wants to make him proud. She takes a bite of her taco, savoring the flavors and the warmth it brings to her insides. As they continue to eat, she can't help but feel a sense of pride and love for her family. They've been through so much together, and she knows they'll always be there for each other.

as soon as they finish their dinner Emily stands up from the table

and hugs her mother and brothers tightly before leaving to go back to base. she kisses her mother on the cheek and tells her that she loves her. she walks with Charles to his car and they drive off in silence. as they pull up to the gate, Charles turns to Emily and says, "you know, em, you're not just my sister. you're my best friend. and i want you to know that I'm always here for you, no matter what. if you ever need someone to talk to, or just want to hang out, you know where to find me." Emily smiles at him through her tears and says, "thank you, Charles. i feel the same way about you. and I'm always here for you, too. little brother. take care of everyone for me ok, and make sure to take care of your self too alright?"

He nods, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. They get out of the car and hug tightly once more before Charles heads back to his car. Emily watches him go, wiping away the tears that fall silently down her cheeks. Even though they're apart now, she knows that they'll always be connected.

As she walks towards the base, she can't help but feel a sense of determination growing inside her. She's going to make it through this, for her family, for Charles, and for their father who is always watching over them. She takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders, and marches forward with renewed purpose.

Emily arrives at her barracks, dropping her duffel bag onto her bunk with a sigh. The familiar sounds of soldiers going about their duties fill the air, but she hardly notices them as she lies down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. .

The days blur together in a haze of training exercises and long nights. Emily throws herself into her work, determined to prove herself as a soldier and make her father proud. But even as she pushes herself to the limit, she can't shake the feeling that she's missing something important. Something that was once a constant presence in her life.

She tries to stay in touch with Charles as much as possible, sending him letters and care packages whenever she can. In return, he sends her stories about their mother and brothers back home, about their father's garden and the new puppy they've adopted. Their conversations are brief but filled with love and support.

soon Emily is off to Iraq to start her tour.

The days in Iraq are long and brutal. The heat is relentless, and the dust seems to get into everything. Emily spends most of her time patrolling the streets, keeping an eye out for danger. At night, she huddles in her tent, trying to sleep amidst the constant hum of generators and the occasional gunfire.

She finds solace in the letters from Charles and her family back home. Their words are a lifeline, reminding her of the love and support that she has waiting for her when this is all over. In one particularly heartfelt letter, Charles tells her about a time when they were kids and they would go fishing with their father. They would spend hours by the riverbank, laughing and telling stories, and their father would always cook up their catch for dinner. Reading this, Emily feels a pang of longing for those simpler times.

As the weeks turn into months, Emily begins to see the impact of her service on those around her. She meets soldiers who have been through multiple tours, their eyes haunted by the memories of what they've seen and done. She tries to be strong for them, to be the steady presence that they can rely on, but sometimes she feels so young and inexperienced. She wishes she could talk to her father about it, but she knows he's not here anymore.

One day, as she's sitting in the makeshift chapel, writing a letter to Charles, she notices a familiar face in the corner. It's Sergeant Johnson, the veteran who has been giving her extra training. Something in his eyes tells her that he understands what she's going through, and without a word, he comes over and sits beside her. They sit in silence for a while, listening to the chaplain's voice as he reads from a worn book. Finally, Emily musters the courage to speak.

"Sergeant Johnson," she begins, "I don't know why you're even talking to me. I'm just a rookie, and I don't know half of what you've been through." He looks at her kindly, his eyes creased at the corners from a lifetime of smiling and frowning.

"Ah, Emily, you're not a rookie. You've been here, through this, just as much as anyone else. You're just new to it. And that's the important thing. You're here now, you're doing your job, and you're making a difference. You don't need to have been through ten tours to know that." He pauses, looking out the window at the dusty, barren landscape beyond. "Look, Emily, I've seen a lot of people come and go through here. Some of them…they just couldn't handle it. They couldn't find their footing. But you're different. You're strong. You've got a good head on your shoulders. and you have lead many tour to successes "

" So and with that me and the board have seen all the hard work and dedication you have put after each and every tour that we have decided to announce you as first lieutenant"

"Wait, what?!" Emily exclaims, her eyes widening in surprise. "But I'm not even halfway through my tour!"

Sergeant Johnson chuckles. "Ah, you're a quick learner, that's for sure. But you've earned it, Emily. You've earned it ten times over. And I can't think of anyone I'd rather have by my side as my second-in-command." He puts a hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Now, let's go tell the others. They're going to be just as pleased as I am."

As they walk back to their base, Emily feels a strange mix of emotions coursing through her. Excitement, of course, but also a deep sense of responsibility. She knows that she still has a long way to go, and that there are countless challenges yet to face. But with Sergeant Johnson's guidance and the support of her new family here in the army, she knows that she can make it through.

The news of her promotion spreads like wildfire through the base, and the looks of surprise and admiration on her fellow soldiers' faces are enough to make her heart swell with pride. She spends the rest of the day sharing stories and laughter with them, feeling more a part of this unit than she ever thought possible.

Emily is quick to write a letter to her family telling them of her promotion and how she is doing.

As the days turn into weeks, Emily finds herself growing more comfortable in her new role as first lieutenant. She spends countless hours planning missions and training exercises, pouring her heart and soul into making sure that her soldiers are prepared for anything they might face. Her father's words echo in her mind: "A good leader isn't born, Emily. They're made." And so, she strives to be the best leader she can be, learning from her mistakes and always seeking the counsel of Sergeant Johnson when she needs it.

The landscape around them slowly begins to change as the seasons pass. The once barren earth turns green with life, and the skies grow heavy with the promise of rain. Even in the midst of war, there is beauty to be found, and Emily takes solace in the small moments of peace that these changes bring. She finds herself thinking more and more about her family back home, and the day when she'll finally be able to return to them.

anyone a part two maybe????

[lawrites]

Gender neutral! Reader X Gotham Rogues Crochet Headcanons

This is so self-indulgent and too detailed for how dumb this concept is...my God. Anyway, crochet headcanons for the Gotham Rogues. How do they react to your crochet hobby? What do you make for them?

Featuring: The Penguin, The Riddler, Zsasz

The Penguin (Ozzie my beloved)

One of Oswald's most prominent love languages is gift-giving (he is SUCH a sugar daddy, c'mon)

So whether you already know how to crochet before meeting him or gently bring up wanting to try it while sharing dinner one night...

He is already getting out his card. A set of beautiful, ergonomic crochet hooks with colors to differentiate between the sizes, a leather yarn bag and organizer, plus yarn to fill it up.

He IS such a snob about fibers tho, he would get you local wool spun right outside of Gotham, bamboo, etc. anything expensive and natural and beautiful. (Even if you beg for some cheap acrylic just to start out with)

He also gets you little penguin stitch markers. He does his research on gifts and makes sure you have EVERYTHING you need to start a new hobby. (Now why is that so hot? Anyway)

He enjoys nothing more than sitting by the fire with you, drinking brandy, (or sometimes nice hot tea), and letting you cuddle up to his side as your nimble fingers create something.

He never gets tired of the cute face you make when you concentrate, or the joy and pride you show when you finally finish a project.

The first project you EVER made had to be a little amigurumi penguin. It was terrible and lopsided and you were almost ashamed to show him. You wouldn't have, actually, if he hadn't been sitting by you the whole time you were making it.

"Little Dove, is that for me? You shouldn't have." His hands plucked it from yours before you could protest, and he hugged it to himself and complimented you. He was so cute and so genuinely happy with it. And it stays on his little bedside table to this day.

BUT to truly make something for him? You try to go with the classics, as Ozzie is a classic guy.

Hat, scarf, mittens.

You use smaller yarn and stitches to give it more elasticity, the yarn is all a deep, darker purple and SO soft. (Cashmere bought on his dollar but it's the thought that counts right?)

You even managed to make a little penguin on only one side of the scarf, making it a little secret for Ozzie while still keeping the scarf classy.

He loves any gift from you but this? He starts planning his winter outfits to match your creations immediately.

He can smell you on the scarf still, since you spent so much time with that yarn, and it makes him smile even as the wind bites at him on cold days in Gotham. 💜

The Riddler

Listen, he's great but we all know he is kinda patronizing and a little bit of an asshole right? (Some versions more than others)

So he supports your hobby, even if your yarn and supplies take up space that he could be using for traps or riddles.

He does to research and figure out as much as he can about the hobby, but he won't dedicate time to it like you will, so he never gets as good. But he DOES know the basics, which means he can now critique you.

You are having trouble with a pattern? "Darling, that's just a double crochet into a half-double crochet into a triple crochet repeated 10 times into a magic ring. Simple."

You lost track of your stitch count? "Well I guess we can't all be multitaskers like me. I'll be silent for a bit while you count. 🙄"

With that in mind, he DOES leave you riddles in crochet pattern form occasionally. They take forever to solve but he's with you for a reason. And success is always...pleasurable for you both. 👀

Your first creation around him was just a little round frog. Green, because you thought you could gift it to Eddie.

It turned out misshapen and lumpy (listen all first projects are like this). And he teased you mercilessly for it.

"I suppose it could be a frog, from a certain angle. Maybe it's supposed to be abstract?"

It went missing after that. (Secretly Eddie keeps it at his workbench and squishes it when he's feeling stressed. The cute face you put on it does make him smile, too, but don't tell anyone 🔪)

For your actual real gift for him? You make a little crochet Riddler plush! You know the man well and he loves himself just a bit too much sometimes. (except maybe Dano Riddler but he would love it too for different reasons)

You decided to not go for realism and keep it simple in the face. But you DID go all out with the clothes. A little green suit jacket, pants, even a belt!

And you found little glasses to put on it. 🤓

When you presented it to him, he was speechless.

He takes it from you, examines it, and the wonder in his eyes makes your heart swell with pride. That is until he opens his mouth again. "I couldn't think of a better subject, truly. Though the face needs some work, dear, it doesn't truly capture my likeness."

But he says this all while hugging it to his side absentmindedly. He hugged it to himself for the rest of the night, actually. (And he now has another crochet project at his work bench)

You sometimes hear him talking to Ed Jr. while he's working, and you just smile to yourself and leave them be, turning back to your own crochet project and enjoying the peace.

Victor Zsasz

My headcanon is that Zsasz is into needlework and crochet, maybe someone in his family taught him?

He recommends what most seasoned crochet people will tell you, don't buy the fancy stuff and get some $3 goodwill hooks to start out with.

He also gifts you some yarn remnants to practice with, and when he doesn't have a job he'll sit next to you on the couch while you watch a movie, patiently helping you with steps you may struggle with.

Sometimes he may silently correct your form, showing you a different way to hold yarn tension or helping you remember how to make a slip stitch.

Your first project was just a simple washcloth. ("Nothing fancy to start out with, get the basics done first and then we may start with other stuff. If you do good.")

And you succeeded! Turns out it IS easier to do something basic at the beginning. Who knew. (Victor did)

After that you continued to have YouTube Video Essay/Needlework nights. Victor would sometimes not even work on anything and just lay against your side.

Sometimes he would even lay in your lap, spitting out any yarn fragments dramatically if they got in his mouth and pouting up at you until he got your attention.

Anyway. The actual project you made him was a nice, cozy sweater. And it was HARD to hide from him. Luckily, his profession DOES sometimes take him out of your apartment for hours upon hours at a time, so you have the ability to work in secret.

You think a simple black sweater is just perfect, something made of cotton or wool and maybe lined with red on the collar/trim, but that's it.

His immediate reaction when you gave it to him was to kiss the LIFE out of you, thanking you for thinking of him.

Then he pulls it over his head immediately, poking his head out and grinning goofily at you.

That night, you don't work on any crochet projects because he takes up your whole lap, cuddled up in his sweater and rubbing his hands up and down your sides, your hips...

Yeah he distracts you well.

And he wears the sweater proudly, but not on jobs. He reserves it for walks around town with you, so he can say his partner made it for him.

[blossoms-phan]

I have been watching old videos in tour preparation and was staggered by how much happier and healthier Dan and Phil both look now. You can see how suffocated by the whole thing they were back for a period pre hiatus. Those years where the enjoyment and fun had gone is a tough watch.

I dipped out for a while and missed this period, and so looking back now you literally see the lights dim in Dan's eyes over a year or so, and how fed up of forcing an act he was.

The absolute chaos and fun and joy that has been post hiatus really emphasises just how tired and over hiding and lying and being yes men they must have been. It makes me appreciate this new era of content so much more. I would watch them watching grass grow, if it kept them smiling and happy and fulfilled, rather than making content for us, that made them that miserable.

oh :(( anon this really broke me and i have a lot of thoughts about this tbh.

as someone who's been lucky enough to watch them change and grow over 10 years, i think something we all know is how it's nothing compared to now, but like there was a clear shift around 2018 with tour and just the way that they presented themselves publicly. in part, they started to become a little bit more comfortable with each other and carefree about sharing certain things. again, looking back this sounds strange to say but im talking purely compared to the years before then- it was absolutely different. of course, we all know that this time was extremely difficult for dan, struggling with authenticity and "living his truth". i love ii, this is in no way dogging on it bc i think there's room to be proud of it and what they did but also the entire concept of "giving the people what they want" is almost poetic considering dan's internal turmoil during this time, like with what he said during one of those reaction videos- "c'mon dan, give the people what they want and then you can disappear forever." multiple people on here have put it like this before but there are certain points like in ii era liveshows where you can tell dan is just buzzing with this restless, frustrated energy, like he's stuck inside his own skin and can't crawl out of it.

i will say that i think just on some practical level, i like to tell myself that it wasn't all doom and gloom pre-hiatus and that there were obviously moments of happiness or comfort or things that they genuinely enjoyed doing, like travelling the world or something as small as playing a fun game. but i would be lying to myself if i denied the fact that they absolutely struggled at points, and that dan was fed up of struggling with the pain of wanting to be his true, authentic self, but being scared. again though, it's not all bad. this was the first time that dan started to accept and at least think about coming out, and all those moments where they signed pride flags and he would say things like "hopefully one day" to people who told them their stories really cements his point that the acceptance and support his audience gave helped him. the hiatus was so important for their personal growth, to heal their relationship with us, and like you pointed out they really were "yes men"- phil constantly pointing out how learning how to say no has helped a ton.

there are no words to describe this new era other than pure fun, joy, and whimsy. it's been an absolute privilege to see their personal growth, to watch them allow themselves to focus on themselves and be happy and open and watch them have the time of their lives and reassure us that they're enjoying it and not going anywhere anytime soon. i'm right there with you, i just feel so happy and appreciative of being here experiencing this new era with you all and them, and i just want them to do whatever makes them happy and fulfilled. which is what i think they're doing right now with the tour, and they knew it mere months after the comeback which they had no real long term plans for, but we showed up for them, and they know that which is why it makes the idea of our mutual "healing" and entering this new era together so exciting <3

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🎉2k Celebration Headcanons🎉

Being Fukurodani’s Manager

⭐️ Manager Glow Up Edition ⭐️

Fukurodani x gender neutral manager

Warnings: none

A/N: This was the winning team and scenario for the 2k celebration headcanons! I apologize for taking literally 7 years to get this out but please accept my apologies 🥺

What a team to have a glow up in 😅

Honestly you do know who the teams ace is right Yn?

You wouldn’t be trying to steal Bokuto’s thunder now would you be 👀

I mean, even if you were, you’ve earned the right YN

You are the teams precious baby manager 🥹

Literally the teams pride and joy

You are a second year just like Akaashi and boy are you loved

Literally these boys and girls do anything and everything to protect their precious YN

Konoha has said several times that no one is good enough to breath the air of THEIR YN

Now you never really paid much mind to these idiots

Because, well you were busy with other things

Bokuto…. Always Bokuto 🙄

Anyways what I’m getting at is that you deserve so much YN

And thankfully I, your fairy godmother, am here to give it to you 🧚🏻‍♀️

You see, summer break is coming up and while the boys are busy practicing, you are busy doing other things 👀

You ended up taking a two week vacation to visit family, much to the contest of the team

Bokuto 👉🏻 cried like he was never going to see you again 😭

Akaashi 👉🏻 *internally screaming*

Kaori and Yukie 👉🏻 sad because now they have to deal with Bokuto for 2 whole weeks

Saru and Konoha 👉🏻 trying to figure out how to get you to stay

Washio and Komi 👉🏻 apologizing because they know you desperately need and deserve a break

Nevertheless, you manage to escape and head on your two week vacay

Bokuto texts you the entire time telling you how he misses you

Akaashi takes Bokutos phone and apologizes to you profusely for bothering you 📱

However while you are away, some things change 👀

It seems our sweet little Yn has had a massive glow up while away and boy am I excited 🤩

Now you really don’t think you’ve changed that much but trust me, you have

You changed your hair, got some new clothes, found a magic elixir to clear your skin

Heck I think you might have even grown YN 😱

Don’t come for me, I swear you kids grow like weeds when you are teens!

Whatever the case, you’ve definitely changed YN!

And oh boy I’m excited to see our favorite little owls reactions 😍

When you showed up to practice you walked in and immediately went about your business

Washio and Konoha 👉🏻😐🤨

They have no clue who you are

“Hey Akaashi did we get a new manager?”Kumi says coming up behind Akaashi

“I’ve never seen that person before. Maybe they’re lost?” Onaga adds

Akaashi studies you while Yukie and Kaori approach

“Hey do you know who that is?” Komi asks as the girls who look in your direction

Just as they look, it registers with Akaashi

Like a literal slap in the face, his brain has awoken!

Too bad he realizes too late to stop the riot that’s about to incite 🙃

“Wait is that-?” Konoha says, studying you

“Holy crap, YN???” Saru yells as you turn your head and smile at the team

“Oh hey guys,” you say 🥰👋🏻

Rip to Fukurodani, you’ve served us well 🫡

“YN?? Is that really you??” Komi questions, slowly approaching you like you might not be real

“Umm yes, I think so???” You say confused

Please they have you wondering if it’s actually you 😭

Because like why are they acting this way

“You’ve changed,” Washio says bluntly

“Oh yeah, I guess I’ve changed a little but it’s only been two weeks guys,” you say, confused and secretly planning your escape to look the mirror

“Wow YN, you look…” Yukie starts to say

But unfortunately, she didn’t get to finish because a certain someone interrupted

You see, a very important person was missing from the newly revealed YN

“HEY HEY HEY everybody! YN comes back today!!!” Bokuto screeches as he throws open the doors to the gym

Everyone just waits in silence because they all wanna see his reaction

“Hey Bo! I missed you!” You sing as Bokuto stops, studying you from head to toe

“Who are you?” He asks 🤨

You 👉🏻😐

Well now you really need to look in a mirror

“Bokuto, it’s YN,” Akaashi says coming up next to you

Bokuto rn 👉🏻😐🤨

“That’s not YN Akaashi,” Bokuto says staring at you

“It’s really Yn Bokuto,” Komi says coming up next to you

You 👉🏻🙂

Bokuto 👉🏻😐😑

“Very funny guys, great joke. I think I’d recognize my second favorite person in the entire world” Bokuto says, laughing as he walks past you

Sorry Yn, spot #1 is reserved for Akaashi 💅

You sigh, knowing exactly what to say to Bokuto

“Whose the best ace in the entire world?” You say, mentally rolling your eyes that it’s come to this

Bokuto stops and turns 👀

“Everyone knows that,” he says as you stand there, again rolling your eyes

“You’re better than Ushiwaka because you beat Tsukki like a million times in 2 on 2,” you say as Akaashi smirks

Bokuto 👉🏻😐😱

“HOLY CRAP YN??” he screams as you turn and smile

“That’s what made you realize it was Yn?” Konoha asks

“Yn you look so good!! Wait- why did you change?? YN did you get a partner??” Bokuto says, deflation eminent

Akaashi 👉🏻👀 YN choose your words carefully please I BEG

“Bo, no! I just needed a little a change. I’ll admit I didn’t think I changed that much but I guess I did!” You say, beaming as the entire team swoons over you

Literally they didn’t think you could get any cuter 🥰

However what Fukurodani fails to realize is that your glow up would affect more than just them…

You see, with the training camp coming up at Shinzen, a whole new problem arises

And you see, these dummies don’t realize how much your glow up will affect literally every other team at the camp

It actually doesnt register until they arrive at camp and get off the bus

And it actually hits Konoha first

He’s helping you unload the bus all while the other teams stand around, staring at you

Konoha rn 👉🏻😐🤨😳

Crap crap CRAP

“Akaashi! AKAASHI!” he whisper yells as Akaashi turns to look at him

“Look!” He says pointing to the gaggling bunch of guys staring at their amazing manager

Akaashi 👉🏻😐😳

Please Akaashi knows you can handle yourself but he is still so protective of you

I mean, you are literally a key to Bokuto’s success and those an irreplaceable member of the Fukurodani team

You continue to unload the bus, oblivious to the men now fuming behind you

Akashi and Konoha are GLARING at the guys staring at you

Tanaka and Noya have nothing on these two petty bbys

When you finally turn around, you sense the tension

“Hey what’s going on?” You say as Komi quickly pulls you away stating he needs help with some ridiculous task

“Wow YN really… changed?” Kuroo says smirking

“Stay away from YN, Kuroo…” Akashi growls as Konoha backs him up

Kuroo throws his hands up, smirking as he walks away 😏

As the camp progresses, you notice a lot of the boys being extremely nice and helpful

“Hey Yn let me carry that for you!” Tanaka says as you smile

“Oh thank you! You are such a sweetheart!” You say as Tanaka gushes 😍

Meanwhile, Washio is standing behind you, glaring at the bald spiker

Please these guys are all so protective of their bby yn 🥺

But it doesn’t stop there

“Watch out Yn!” Someone screams as you turn to see a ball flying at your head

You duck before the ball is immediately snatched up by Ogano, Shinzen’s captain

“Oh Ogano, thank you!” You say as he smiles at you, extending his hand to you

“You ok YN?” He asks as he pulls you up, hand lingering in yours

Akaashi, Komi and Saru instantly see you but their eyes don’t go to you oh no no no

rather to a certain owl haired boy 👀

Bokuto is watching your interaction with Ogano, confused as to why the other captain is so attentive to you

Bokuto has noticed the other teams paying extra attention to you as well

At first, he thought it was because you were so helpful but that couldn’t be it because the other managers were just as helpful

By then he notices how Ogano’s hand lingers longer in yours 😳

Akaashi, Komi and Saru rn 👉🏻👀🍿

But before anything can happen, you simply thank Ogano and walk away

Bokuto shook his head, a little confused but still thinking about your interaction with the other captain as well as the looks given by the other teams

“YN come practice with me!” Bokuto cries as you roll your eyes

“Bo, I need to help everyone else!” You say

“Actually taking Bokuto would be a big help YN,” Konoha says

“See YN- hey wait a minute?!?” Bokuto glares are Konoha

You 👉🏻😐🙄 come on Idiot

“Hey wait up!” Kuroo said, following you

You turn, seeing the giant captain running towards you as you beam at him

“Kuroo would you like to join us?” You say as Kuroo smirks

“Of course, I would never turn down the company of someone so pretty,” he says winking at you

You blush profusely as Bokuto glares at Kuroo

Please Akaashi is RUNNING 🏃‍♂️ Ukai Style 👇🏻

“Come on Yn! I’ll help you,” he says as he pulls you two towards the 3rd gym

Leaving Bokuto to GLARE daggers into Kuroo

During your practice, Tsukishima joins again, causing Bokuto even more grief

“Akaashi, have you noticed everyone staring at YN?” He finally asks

Akaashi knew this was coming but he’s cautious about how he answers it

“I mean, Bokuto haven’t you noticed?” Akaashi asks

Bokuto 👉🏻:D noticed what???

“Oh for gods sakes Bokuto, YN got like super hot!” Kuroo shouts, finally putting it out into the world for all the hear

Akaashi 👉🏻😐🤦🏻‍♂️

Kuroo 👉🏻😏

Tsukishima 👉🏻👀

You 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

Bokuto looks from you to Kuroo and back again

Then the lightbulb finally goes on

“OH MY GOD EVERYONE HAS BEEN HITTING ON YN!?!” he screams

“I mean do you really blame us Bokuto?” Kuroo asks

“WELL NO BUT STOP IT!” He shouts

“You want us to stop being nice to Yn? Sounds kind of mean Bokuto,” Kuroo says with a smirk

“THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT! AAAAKKKKAAAASSSHHHHHIIIIIII!” Bokuto screams as you sigh

“YN do me a favor please?” Akaashi asks before going to tame the untamable

“Sure Akaashi,” you respond sweetly

“Don’t have a glow up again until Bokuto graduates,” he says as you just nod

You 👉🏻🫡 aye aye captain

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Hey mod did you see the hundred of last line of defense academy what your thought

//Honestly, at this point I'm exhausted trying to keep up with all of these games. Kodaka won't rest until he puts a Danganronpa spin on every genre out there.

//My face definitely lit up the moment I saw Komatsuzaki's art style, and I'm glad that they're opting to go back to the more visual novel aspect of it.

//It makes me laugh because Last Defense Academy looks like it SHOULD be a Danganronpa spinoff. They're trapped in a school, they have a mascot character overseeing them.

//Rain Code didn't really have this problem (I say problem, but it's not really a problem, just something worth noting) because even if there were some stark similarities between it and Danganronpa, Kanai Ward as a setting, the interactions between the characters, the supernatural element of the story, as well as the overall theme and style of that game made it stand out as its own thing that could be loosely linked to Danganronpa.

//You could legit replace the main cast of this new game with the cast of Danganronpa, and have Monokuma fill in the role of that mascot, and I don't think there'd be much difference.

//In fact, do you know what this feels like? This genuinely feels like what could have happened during the two years before the first killing game, when Class 78 holed themselves up in the school and are defending it from the Despair outside while they board it up and cut them off. It really just does feel like it should be a Danganronpa title, but Kodaka didn't want to slap the name on it anymore.

//I mean, it's not like he can. He doesn't really own the series anymore. But it's clear he loves Danganronpa dearly, and so he should, it's his pride and joy, and there's no shame in basing most of his games off of it. That's what put him on the map in the first place.

//This is the closest thing I have to a gripe. The characters look plenty interesting, and the idea of a strategy RPG-style game coming from Kodaka is cool, and I really want to see where he takes it.

//Narratively, from what I can understand of the plot, Kodaka is taking the stuff he wrote with the Danganronpa series and Rain Code, and he's giving it more of an Assassination Classroom spin. And if you remember some of the discussions I had during the Mukuro Vs Kayano phase of the Death Battle even, I think that sort of twist works really well.

//Not only that, but when I went back and listened to what they were saying in the trailer, it also seems like the team is re-using a really old concept that they first came up with with Distrust; Danganronpa's Beta Version. And that's the idea that your choices can affect which of the main characters die and which one's live.

//Like the typical DR setting, there are 16 students including the protagonist, and the trailer states that you need to defend the school from the unknown assailants for 100 days. This makes me think that the game is taking a Fire Emblem/Until Dawn route, and there will be multiple endings to it, like one where all the students die, one where they all live, one where certain students die and it affects the others, etc.

//If that IS the case, then that's pretty stellar for what Kodaka and his team have put out so far. Danganronpa may be a sensation, but it's simple in practice and execution. It's the character writing that carries it; not the gameplay.

//Rain Code improved upon the gameplay aspect a lot, but even then, it never went as far as this.

//Unfortunately, despite all I've said I can't give a full opinion of it until the game actually comes out, and/or we see more gameplay footage and information of it. The stuff that they showed in the teasers isn't an awful lot to go off of.

//Also, whenever this comes out, there's a chance that, depending on whether I like it enough, I MIGHT add the characters to the blog. HOWEVER, if I DO, then it's probably only going to happen if I decide to do a Phase 4.

//Originally, I only planned to have Phase 3 be the end of the blog's main story, but for all we know, depending on how far this goes, it could very well just serve as the end of the Zetsubou saga. I don't really like dragging these sorts of things out, but this blog and it's story got way more popular than even I was expecting, and I'm always happy to deliver for you guys.

//But again, I can't write promises that my mouth can't cache, so don't quote me on this.

-Mod

[jotarobutcat]

Turns out sometimes you have to force yourself to heal

Healing can feel impossibly hard, especially when you've internalized unhealthy values from both your parents and the culture around you. This may look like a pretentious middle school essay, but the truth is, I just needed to write about my healing process, and where it all started, somewhere. This will be a long ride, so buckle up.

I might be happier right now if I had just stayed a bigot, and given all the hate inside me just the right amount of fuel it needs to prosper, but I just couldn't do that to my friends. Funnily enough, this whole process started from my best friend coming out to me as transgender, not from some "a-ha!" moment in the middle of the night like most of my decisions.

Back then, I was your average "good Christian girl", or at least that's what I strived for. I didn't have many friends, especially when it came to people I was in contact with outside of the internet. I'd pretty much lost two of the three friends I had in middle school after it ended; one completely cut contact with me and my remaining friend, and one I just... didn't see again, since we took different paths in life and weren't really that close anyway. I'd recently become friends with another person online, and this person was very much open about being LGBTQ+ when asked. I didn't have a problem with that, because "well, he doesn't rub his homosexuality in my face". She knew my views on things as well, since I was open about my religion and how my values followed what I had been taught by my mother and the church as morally right or wrong. Back then, my views on the topic of LGBTQ+ people were, in a nutshell, "I think it's wrong to date a person of the same sex, and so is changing your body from how God created it, but I'm not going to insult, degrade, misgender or deadname people because I'm not an asshole". So in short, I was a bigot, but not a zealot. When my best and only in-real-life friend came out to me as a trans man, I assured him that I had no problem with him being transgender, and would be using his chosen name and pronouns from then on forwards if he wished me to do so. In reality, I was full of confusion, since I didn't really know what being transgender *actually* meant. Now, I could've just left it at that, but I felt that in order to give my friend the full support he needs and deserves, I should be able to at least understand what he's actually going through. At that point, my knowledge of the term trans, when talking about gender, was limited to "people who have changed their sex". It's not too far off, but I had no idea why someone would change it and what exactly counts as a transgender person, since my friend was pre-everything at the time and thus obviously did not fit the definition I had known before.

So, I decided to investigate what being transgender really means. During that time I watched videos a lot from a certain youtuber, and I knew his friend, who had been in some of his videos, had a channel as well and often posted videos reading memes and posts from different LGBTQ+ subreddits. I previously had had no interest in them, but I figured I could give some trans-themed videos a try, because humour is usually what gives the most authentic image of a person, as long as you know how to actually read people, and it's also a popular way to share life experiences and thoughts without making it too serious. I think the first one of these videos I checked out was on the r/egg_irl subreddit. That video was eye-opening. Some of the memes were scarily relatable, and I ended up realizing a while later, after doing some more proper research on what being transgender meant, that I fit the definition myself. Suddenly a lot of things made sense; why I always felt a prideful joy whenever being sorted together with boys or men, and hated it when someone added my name or "and girl" after referring to the group with a masculine term. Why I hated being called pretty or beautiful, and would rather substitute it for being called ugly. Why I had little to no interest in barbies and baby dolls and was fascinated by dinosaurs and my brother's Hot Wheels cars instead. Why I would rather play alone than join other girls in their play in kindergarten, and felt excited and happy whenever any of the boys would let me play together with them instead. Why I always hated dresses so much and secretly wished I could wear a suit, being exhilarated when I finally asked permission to do so and was given the okay without an argument or a fight. Why I always found interest in what the boys in my class were talking about, even if they were annoying, and why I kept secretly wishing I could join their friend group instead even though I got along with the girls just fine. Why I was annoyed by girly things or topics to the point I would actively avoid them, and feel proud for not participating in "girl stuff". Why I'd feel proud of myself whenever I acted "boyish" or "manly" enough. Why I felt proud of being able to sing the national anthem in a low voice. Why I wasn't able to appreciate having a near ideal body for the local female beauty standards. Why I felt ashamed of my breasts and "birthing hips". Why I felt disappointed to the point of near crying when I was given permission by my mother to get my hair cut short, and the hairdresser cut it into a butterfly bob instead of the kind of "boy hair" I had imagined. There were so. many. things. I could lengthen the list even more, especially if I added in things I've only recently realized likely had a connection with my gender incongruence.

This realization eventually led to a big battle between the values I had adopted in early childhood and followed ever since, and the new information about myself that clashed with what I believed was "right by God". This contradiction coupled with all the transphobic gaslighting, both from my family and random people on the internet, and drove me to what I have only been able to describe as an episode of psychotic depression, at least up until now. I felt awful, and hated myself for not being how I thought I "should be". I started wondering if I had just been influenced by the internet and gotten brainwashed, and began doubting the authenticity of my own feelings and thoughts. I couldn't trust myself at all anymore, and now that I think about it, I guess this was probably how my OCD manifested for the first time. It was like my mind split into two, one of which was "me" or "I", the other one being, well, the brain, I guess, and it was hell trying to figure out which thoughts were *mine* and not just something my brain pushed into my head... or something I, or another person, put in my head either on accident or on purpose. It's something I still struggle with sometimes, but being able to identify the problem(s) has helped a lot, and made things a lot less excruciating to deal with at times.

Well, I got over that. Somewhat, at least. I ended up pretty much avoiding thinking about my views on religion in general and basing my life principles on my own opinions instead of "God's". I still have my doubts and guilt, and sometimes fall back into the anxiety of not knowing what I'm doing is right or not. I will definitely have to work these things out in therapy, but I'd like to believe I've made a lot of progress outside of it on my own as well. Transphobia and homophobia aren't the only kinds of unhealthy values I've had to heal myself from. One of the biggest things that has kept me from healing for a long time is the teachings of toxic masculinity, particularly the idea of "only women are emotional". Being a trans man who almost nobody dear to me recognizes as a man, I've been clinging to every little thing that would validate my masculinity, even if it's extremely unhealthy, for years. This didn't start from my realization about my gender, but instead had been going on since elementary school, possibly even longer than that.

I have a tendency of turning into my friends' therapist whenever I get to know they're having a rough time. I feel it's much easier to give advice to people than to look for a solution to my own problems. Maybe it's empathy, maybe it's just avoidance of the shit I should actually sort out, but turns out these backyard therapy sessions can be mutually beneficial. On the internet, different people dealing with similar problems are often drawn together, kind of like stand users. At one point, the advice I gave to my friends dealing with the same problems I had started feeling pretentious. "I go around giving people advice I don't even follow myself... I guess it's grand time I take my own advice and cut myself some slack."

That's where the actual healing process started. When I felt ashamed of the fact I made mistakes and felt like condemning myself for having emotions, I forced myself to tell myself the same things I had told my friends; "Everybody makes mistakes, and while it may feel awful, it's a natural part of life. You're not worth any less for that. We don't have to look for a solution right away." "You're hurting right now, but that's okay. You're allowed to hurt. You don't have to be all happy and bubbly all the time." "That's right. You're angry right now. And that's fine. You're allowed these feelings just like everyone else. Let yourself be angry."

Notice how all of these have to do with self-acceptance? Yeah, that's what a lot of us lack. We condemn the parts of us we, or others, don't like and give ourselves more and more wounds. All of these parts have their right spaces in our hearts, but we keep trying to "heal" those spots, thinking we need to make sure none of these "unpleasant" parts of us have no place in our hearts before we can start healing the actual wounds. In reality, trying to close up the spaces just results in more wounds.

Think about your heart like a crow playing with one of those boxes with different holes for different-shaped objects; if you hide one of the holes, the crow will keep trying to push the corresponding object through a different hole. Some of these objects are small but sharp, and they make scratches on the box when the crow tries to push them through the wrong holes. These scratches hurt a lot, but are often quite quick to heal. Some of these objects are big, but more blunt. They might not hurt as much immediately, but they leave large wounds that affect a bigger area and take a much longer time to heal. Some of these objects have two sides, one big and blunt, one sharp and small, and thus cause different types of wounds depending on where and how you try to put them.

We all have this crow and these objects. The crow is stubborn, and will keep looking for the right places to put the objects until it finds them. None of our crows know where to put these objects from birth, and aren't really that smart, so they will naturally make mistakes and try to shove them in the wrong spots. This causes a lot of scratches and dents on our hearts along the years, and it's easy to feel like it's better to just close your heart to these objects altogether. The crow, though, has no other place to put them, so it will keep looking for the right hole for the object it's holding, because it knows there's supposed to be one, and that will just cause more scratches and dents in the long run.

Our crows also have assigned instructors. Some have prepared in every possible way to make sure the box gets damaged as little as possible. They put in extra effort, even before becoming an instructor, and do a great job at taking care of both the box and the crow. Some try their best to take care of the crow, but haven't really internalized that they also have to teach it to handle the objects and the box. Some are there just because it was on their checklist, and either don't really care about the task at hand, or quickly become overwhelmed and end up hurting the crow, making it confused and unable to find the right places for the objects. Some end up with the job on accident, some were forced into it, some are never around, and some came thinking they were prepared, but ended up giving the crow the worst kind of instructions possible. You could probably guess that the objects are these less pleasant parts of us. Most of them are negative emotions like fear and anger, some of them are painful or traumatic experiences. The crow is the person itself. None of us know how to handle our emotions and experiences from birth, and that's exactly why most of us have been given instructors, which are typically our parents. Our parents can teach us to handle these "objects" properly, but most aren't capable or just willing enough to teach all of the in-and-outs of the subject, so we'll naturally have to figure some stuff out ourselves. After all, we'll be stuck with these objects for the rest of our lives, whether we like them or not. So right now this little crow is trying to figure out the proper way to handle these things, hopefully with an extra instructor (a therapist) in the future. I think I'm doing good at it, especially considering the fact that the only thing I was taught was to keep the objects to myself.

[wooahaes]

chocolate caramels

pairing: non-idol!haruto x gn!reader

genre: fluff <3

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: food mentions.

daisy's notes: every time i think abt haruto im like. he looks so intimidating but hes such a softie :( <3

Haruto prided himself on being an observant boyfriend, even this early into your relationship. He knew what snacks you liked the most, he knew what movies made you cry, he knew what plushies you always eyed up when the two of you passed a claw machine… and he knew that you’d always turn him down when he asked if you wanted certain things.

Case in point: the last date the two of you went on, he knew you wanted the box of chocolates at this cute little chocolate shop.

When he asked? You’d dismissed the idea with a hand wave, insisting you were fine… Unless he wanted to go in. He’d pushed for you to say whether you wanted some, and when you denied it again, he decided he’d just go back on his own and surprise you. The line had been long that day, but he was happy to do it if it meant he could surprise you.

Except… Haruto wasn’t great at surprises. He didn’t thrive on it as easily as other people did, like Hyunsuk who took joy in spoiling his friends and always had this air of pride when he succeeded at it. Or Doyoung, who used his own charm to his advantage and handed things to people with confidence. Haruto had struggled with asking you out without getting too flustered, face red as he finally just spat it out and then immediately apologized in case he came on too aggressively. 

You had laughed at him that day. “It’s about time,” you giggled, “I wasn’t sure if you liked me back, y’know? I thought I made it obvious.” 

He’d toyed with the ribbon on the box of chocolates as he sat in the park, waiting for you. When he looked back on it now, you were really, really obvious. You’d always flirt with him so casually, sometimes reaching out to brush strands of his hair from his eyes before giving him this charming smile. He once thought that you had just spent too much time with Doyoung and he’d begun to rub off on you. He offhandedly mentioned it to Doyoung, who gave him a strange look and told him that the two of you rarely hung out together if Haruto wasn’t there (“You know, I’m pretty sure they’re just flirting with you…”). 

The store had been doing some sort of seasonal deal: a box of chocolate caramels with a little icing leaf on the top, and six of these chocolate-covered sandwich cookies decorated in the same way. Haruto had seen the pleading look in your eyes when you watched someone making them from the window, so deeply entranced in how they carefully iced the leaves on top of each chocolate. 

“Do you want to get some?” Haruto had asked, squeezing your hand gently. “There’s a line, but we can wait if you want them.”

You had frowned a little, humming to yourself as you thought it over. “I’m fine,” you had said, only to look at him a moment later. “Unless you want some?”

“Do you?”

That had ultimately been the end of the conversation: you said you’d come back another day when you weren’t busy since you didn’t want to drag him into waiting in line with you. Having waited in that line… Haruto could kind of get it. It was a little more boring without you, plus the shop wasn’t the largest since part of it was sectioned off as an exit route for customers. Apparently this was a busy season for them since people knew about their seasonal supply. Usually people came for their assortment box of things like chocolate-peanut clusters or some sort of pomegranate chocolate, but Haruto decided to err on the safe side and go with something he knew you would like. 

When you had finally arrived at the park, Haruto tucked the box next to him. How would he hand it to you this time…? Most of the time, he’d hand you presents while refusing to make eye contact, too flustered to see your joyful face so soon. 

You had let out a sigh when you sat down next to him, already leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. “That place we passed had a line out the door today…”

He fought back the urge to smile. “Really?”

“It’s always so busy there. Apparently you have to get there early if you don’t want to spend forever waiting in line.” You didn’t look at him as you slid your hand into his, intertwining your fingers with a pout. “I wanted to surprise you with them…”

He didn’t look at you as he picked up the box, holding it out without a word. He couldn’t. The excited gasp you let out was enough to make his heart race—imagine if he saw your face right as excitement crossed it. He wouldn’t be able to survive. 

“You didn’t have to!” You accepted the box, already leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Haruto…”

“I wanted to,” he said, curling an arm around you. “You looked like you wanted them, so…”

With another quick peck against his lips, you turned your attention to pulling the ribbon to undo it. It came undone easily underneath your grasp, and you’d picked up one of the little caramels while cooing over it. Instead of eating it, you turned to him, holding it up.

“You can have the first one,” you said, eyes twinkling as you smiled at him. “As a thank you.”

This was another thing Haruto noticed about you. Anytime he bought you food, you always gave him the first bite of whatever it was. He’d asked you about it once, and you had merely shrugged, saying that you just liked sharing things with him. So he accepted the chocolate, pressing the tiniest of kisses against your fingertips a second later.

And this time, he didn’t turn away when he saw your flustered face, smiling at him before turning away to giggle over the little act of affection. He liked your smile far too much.

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[riftwalker-limbro]

cephalon classifications

we know that Jordas & Ordis are Series-2 cephalons. Simaris & Suda are much newer. Cy is... i'm gonna guess somewhere in between these two classes. so, we have

Series-1??? Prototype?

Series-2: Orokin-style servant cephalons, with features to avoid the cephalon getting too much of an identity of its own, like mostly talking in the third person.

Railjack Cephalons: capable of first-person speech but obviously still very focused on one specific goal. need certain qualifications for this, according to Cy.

Relay Cephalons: have a fully-fledged personality and personal goals that stretch beyond their digital confinement. The only type of Cephalon whose datascape we've been in. presumably, these were volunteers to be turned cephalon in life, and have as such been allowed to retain all of their memories.

several questions.

what was the prototype cephalon series like?

what are the datascapes of non-relay cephalons like?

are there other cephalon tiers we just never hear about?

headcanons below the cut.

Prototype Cephalons

So the bare minimum requirements for a cephalon is to be smart enough to pilot an Orbiter and serve a Tenno, right? but not smart enough to rebel against the Orokin, or even give the Tenno the idea to.

i propose that the protoype cephalons were even more restricted than we see ordis being - probably like how ordis was with the vitruvian messing him up: completely depersonalised, emotionless. maybe prototype cephalons didn't even have a biological base in the first place but were pure AI. ordis with his mind-spy might've been one of the foundational/prototypical series-2 cephalons.

Datascapes

simaris' datascape is his pride and joy, and it is immense and varied, and several whole ass game mechanics happen inside of it (sanctuary onslaught, the simulacrum). compared to this, suda's datascape as we see it in octavia's anthem is almost barren, just containing the music elements. her goals do not require extensive use of her datascape like simaris' do, so her datascape is likely just for personal hanging out. it's like comparing someone's office-workspace to someone else's bedroom full of cds and a radio that belongs in a museum.

and these are two of the most advanced cephalon we meet. what does this mean for the other tiers? they might not even have datascape functionalities but i don't like that thought so i'm gonna invent something else that does make me happy.

going down tier by tier, i think railjack cephalons would be able to use a datascape for training, with or without their crew. simulating battle scenarios etc. they would need capabilities to host multiple people for these trainings.

but regular series-2 ship cephalons? the bare minimum i think would be to be able to support a 1 person training session. that would fall under the tenno support cephalon needs. maybe if multiple tenno are working together, their ship cephalons are able to work together and build a cooperative datascape to support all of them at once.

Other Cephalon Tiers

Ordis mentions there's barely any Series-2 left that he knows of. Cy mentions that he can't find a suitable railjack cephalon except for himself. We know that in-universe there are more tenno than just you, and presumably, not everyone has an identical Ordis copy. What are the odds that everyone else has a relay-tier cephalon and all of them are perfectly fine steering a ship for a tenno?

I think there is probably a tier in between series 2 and railjack, let's call it series-3, which mostly populates all other ships. if relay tier cephalons were allowed to keep their memories because they were volunteers and not otherwise a danger to the orokin empire, those were probably quite rare, and the orokin likely needed more cephalons than they had volunteers. so they would've likely sourced the biological components from undesirables if they couldn't get volunteers, similar to the warframe program.

so, after the failed series-1 and the prototypal hybrid-source series-2, the orokin perfected the single-tenno servant cephalon in series-3. i'm thinking, personality of polite-orokin-ordis, without the third-person-thing, which would make it less obvious that these cephalons still have a mind-spy-esque thing on them that would prevent rebellion.

[sea-moon-star]

Bangtan Village: Pregnancy Series || Hyung Line: 1

1: Deciding to have a baby

Pairing: BTS hyung line x f!reader, namjoon x lawyer!oc, seokjin x professor!oc, yoongi x chef!oc, hoseok x fashion designer!oc

Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, husband!BTS, dad!BTS

WC: 4k (1k each)

Summary: The part of Bangtan's life where they're all living next to each other in a privately owned township that's just outside Seoul, it's close enough for them to get to their social & work lives but far enough to provide them with privacy as they've become global legends after the end of their most successful reunion, comeback & tour of 2025-26. While they continue working simultaneously on solo & group endevours, they take it slow to focus on their personal life, especially with their growing families taking precedence. As of now, all 7 members are married, with Hoseok & Jimin already having kids of their own. But they're nowhere close to done, the number of tiny humans in this village is yet to increase.

A/N: Here's me celebrating JK's BB All Kill, we did so good Army! Fandom hug & here's a gift for all of us 🌊🌙⭐️

Kim Namjoon x Im Mae-Hwa 🌸

Unlike most couples, Namjoon and his wife had the baby talk even before they were married, or rather on the day that they ended up becoming engaged to each other. It went all the way back to that day when she’d told him that they needed to “talk” just as things were getting serious and he worried that he’d lost her even before things had become official. Here, he sat with a ring in his pocket while she looked so pale and serious, with her feet rocking constantly under the table, that he was certain she was going to break up with him. He thought that the fame had caught up, the curse of it all was finally going to end up with him losing yet another of his simple joys. Another loss for Kim Namjoon even as RM of BTS peaked. He wanted to speak, to make a last ditch effort to salvage this, to do whatever it took to convince her to change her mind but she wouldn’t allow it, she put a finger on his lips, “Please, don’t. You’re far too much of a smooth talker and I’ll fall for your charm all over again and lose my will to do this. I need to, I have to do this. You don’t understand…” Even as he struggled to fight the words at the tip of his tongue, something in her gaze told him to swallow his pride and listen. Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked at him and said, “I have been hiding something from you. I never wanted to, I wanted to tell you right away but it was never the right moment. It was too soon, then things were going so well that got swept away in the romance of it all and now it’s too late to fix it, but I have to come clean. I know you brought me here to propose to me, I heard you talking to the waiter as I stepped out of the washroom, but don’t. We can’t do this, not until you know what you’re signing up for. Icanthavekidsican’tbeamom.” She said without a single breath between the words, knowing that it was the only way to get them out without them dying in her throat. “I know you want kids, I do too. And I know your parents want them too, I know you’re old enough and you want to settle down more than ever. But… now you see why we can’t? You’d make a great father and I’d want nothing more but to raise children with you, I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else. You want a house full of kids, I’m not even sure I can give you one. So I’d understand if you change your mind, you haven’t even given the ring yet. It’s not too late, think it through.” But to her utter shock, he sighed and smiled like she hadn’t just given him the most devastating news of his life. He reached out to squeeze her hand as he got out of his chair and went down on one knee, pulling the ring out as he said, “It doesn’t matter. I love you. I want to marry you. If there’s anyone I want as my life partner, my best friend, my companion, it’s you. Mother of my children or not, that’s just one of the many roles. We could adopt, try IVF or surrogacy, or we could just not have kids altogether. I’m okay with whatever we decide, just as long as I get to decide with you beside me. That’s my only deal breaker, not this. Never this. So will you, do me the honor of being my wife and grow old with me by your side?” And as tears of joy and relief streamed down her face, she nodded her head off as he slipped the ring on. And on the day they signed their marriage certificate, they also decided to file their paper work for adoption, knowing that it would take it’s own sweet time to come but they were ready. They had a head start to baby planning, afterall. And he’d never given up on the hope that she would be his baby momma. 🌸

Kim Seokjin x Choi Yun-Hee 💐

Jin was on video call from set, as he rejuvenated himself from a busy day at work by watching his sister in law and you play with his nephew & nieces. As the phone got passed around the house like a hot potato with everyone wanting to talk to him, the one person he wanted to speak to the most was busy with the youngest addition to the family. She was putting the littlest one to bed, rocking his cradle with her eyes trained on the rosy cheeked infant and even as Ahreum passed the phone to her, before he could say a word, she shushed him. “Yaaaah! He’s sleeping. Keep it an octave lower.” The same person who had fallen in love with him for his high triple notes and silver voice was now telling him to be quiet. He found it hilariously ironic but followed her lead. How could he not? She had him wrapped around his tiny little pinky, even though it had been 3 years since they had gotten married and way past their supposed honeymoon phase. “Jagi, I know he has my genes and he’s cute and all, but you do remember, I’m world wide handsome right? I have to be back in 2 minutes, spare me a second, wont’ you?” He exclaimed and her cheeks matched the colors of her blush as she turned to him sheepishly and said, “Hi, Jinnie. You’ll always be my number one, you know that! How’s your day going, love? Have you been hydrating? Please take care, it’s been a long day. You look exhausted, when will you be back? What do you think will help you relax? I’ll keep myself free when you return, we’ll do whatever you want.” She bombarded him with questions as he cut her off and retorted, “Whatever I want? Do you promise? Then let’s make a baby tonight.” “Yes, sure.” She replied without even registering what he asked. Until it sank in a moment later. “Wait what?” She asked with a “o” framing her face as he grinned till his ears turned red and replied, “I know we we both wanted to focus on our careers and take things slow so we could enjoy each other’s company but don’t you think it’s time, jagi? Seeing you with him? I don’t think I can wait any longer. And I think hyung and noona are done having kids, if we start now, they’ll be able to grow up together. Won’t that be wonderful?” “You know I always wished I had a sibling, like you and your brother, I think you’re right. The baby fever is at an all time high and usually, I used to hold myself back because it wasn’t the right time, the right place, the right finances, always something or the other. But the way in which my body is reacting to this little bundle of joy, I think it’s time. This a sign, let’s do it.” She affirmed with a nod and he flashed her one of his trademark kisses and ended the call, fervently anticipating what was to come. 💐

Min Yoongi x Kang Deu-Lae 🌼

Min Yoongi & his wife were the kind of couple to plan everything down to the dot. They had a timeline for everything, from first kiss to living in, to getting married & down to the time when they'd start trying for kids. 2 years into their marriage, they'd promised each other. And as expected, as the date drew near, they had already mapped out the changes that were to be made accordingly- work schedules to be cleared, his wife had to stop consuming alcohol, he had to eat healthier & exercise, they wanted the best chance at conceiving. Yoongi carried a bottle of wine, the last one he knew his wife would have before they started officially trying. And she'd called him over to have a meal of his favorites at her restaurant, knowing that his diet would change too. This was a night to let go & mark the end of their honeymoon phase & enter the new era of their married life. As he got near the restaurant with a spring in his step, excited to get some quality time with his wife after a long day at work for both of them, he was surprised to see the number of light's on & cars parked outside. She'd called you after working hours & usually, you both would have the place to yourself but it seemed as if the staff hadn't left yet. To his utter shock, when he opened the door, what he didn't expect to see was you being paraded around the restaurant while the staff lifted you up on their shoulders as you made everyone around drink from a popped bottle of champagne. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits & celebrating that they didn't even realize you had entered.

It was only when his wife made eye contact with him that she quickly instructed her staff to put her down on the ground & dismissed everyone, they scampered away not wanting to bear the brunt of their head chef. They knew that the same jolly person celebrating with them was also capable of being a strict boss in a split second if needed. Yoongi loved that about her, knowing that while you were one of the most kind hearted & positive people in real life, when at work- you took on an alter ego that went hard & didn't compromise in the slightest. It helped him realize that there were others who'd understand the duality he himself faced both as Yoongi, BTS' Suga & Agust D. Although he loved her, that would never change but in this moment- all he could feel was anger & a sense of betrayal. He had no intentions of being the first one to make a move, seeing as she was the one who had ruined their night, not only had she decided to include others in what should've been their night alone, but moreover she had celebrated even without feeling the need to have him there. It was more like she had forgotten all about him, maybe this date wasn't as important as he'd assumed, perhaps she had changed her mind about wanting to start a family with him. He knew that her career was important to her, as was his to him. But if he could drop everything as per their planning & their timeline, couldn't she? It was something they had both agreed to before their marriage, so wasn't he only being fair in asking for that same effort to be reciprocated? As the room emptied out, with just the both of them left gazing at each other from a distance, she felt her legs go weak. They felt like jelly, she wasn't sure whether if it was the fact that she was been lifted around & now the floor didn't feel stable anymore or if it was the alcohol that was messing with her balance or just the way Yoongi was staring at her which caused her lose her mind, but she tripped over her own feet & stumbled forward. Yoongi rushed ahead out of instinct as he grabbed her before she hit the ground, lifting her up & making her sit on a chair. She was drunk, that was so unlike her that he felt another flare of anger but he swept it aside, knowing that she needed him right now & this would be better dealt with at a time when she was sober.

"Here, drink this. You'll feel better. Have you eaten yet?" He gave her a glass of water & noticed her stomach rumbling. He knew only too well how ironic but common it was for chef's to be the ones to be surrounded by food but constantly neglecting their own hunger pangs. He knew how often you worked full shifts without managing to eat yourself, sustaining a kitchen at one of the most popular restaurants in Itaewon wasn't an easy job, after all. He sighed & entered the kitchen himself, looking for food that he could give her, even though he hadn't eaten dinner either. He grabbed a pack of bread sticks with butter & gave them to her, intending to go back to the kitchen & cook them a meal. But her hand caught his wrist, holding him back from going back in, as she whispered,"Yoongs, please don't go. I'm sorry... I can explain." "Y/N, let me go... I need to get some food in you. Some real food! Let me cook us some pasta quickly, & then I'll be back. I'm not going anywhere." "You're mad at me, I can tell. You called me by my name, you only do that when you're upset with me. I'll cook you a meal, I'll make this up to you." She exclaimed as she got up from her chair & felt dizzy a minute later, seeing stars before her eyes as she tried to make it to the kitchen. Yoongi shook his head & took matters into his own hands, quite literally- as he lifted her up in his arms, even as she protested & took her to the kitchen, placing her on the counter top. "Okay? Now you can see that I'm not leaving you? I'm right here, I'm going to cook while you sit there quietly, alright? Please, baby?" He included the last bit for emphasis, knowing that she wouldn't be reassured without it otherwise. As he handed over the bowl of pasta to her, she gave him the first bite & he took it begrudgingly when she added, "You must be hungry too, you always say we shouldn't take our anger out on our food, so please eat with me?" When they'd finished eating, both of them feeling an improvement in their moods with their bellies full, she decided to break the silence by getting straight to the point, knowing that he wouldn't have any patience for her stories. "We know from unofficial sources that we're getting a Michelin star! I know what today means & I had all the plans to focus on that, on us but... you know how huge this is? I just got swept away in..." "Wait.. what? You're now a Michelin star chef? OMG, I'm so proud of you, love." He said immediately, cutting her cut off & catching her off guard. "You are?" She asked, as she pinched herself on the arm, checking if this was a dream or not. He let out a whoop of excitement & did a little dance around the kitchen, as if to show his happiness. "Baby, I know we had plans & yes, I was a little bit agitated but now that I know why... it doesn't matter. None of it matters. I'm so overjoyed for you, I'm proud of you! We can put everything else on hold while you focus on this yeah? Don't worry, I'm on your side, I'll support you in every way you need." Tears glistened in her eyes as she heard him express his love, & she smiled as she reached out to hug him tight & he lifted her through the air, getting her off the table onto the ground. "I appreciate what you just said, what you're offering me is something that I could only dream of. But as kind as you're being, I can't take it. I don't want this to change our timeline, today was an exception. But none of this success matters if I don't have you by my side to celebrate. I want to grow in my career but only if I also get to come home & share my wins with you & our kid... And before you object to what I'm saying, I'm going to quote you- you just said that you'd support me through anything I need- well, this is what I need. So are you in, you did promise you'd be on my side?" She said as she tilted her head & gave him her best puppy eyed look, which she knew would work.

Sure enough, he nodded in the smallest possible way, "I still don't think it's a great idea but we can think it through & if that's what you really want, then I guess we can make it work..." His lips betrayed him as they turned upwards to form a smile when he saw her fist pump into the air as she grinned from ear to ear at his answer. This was a strange turn of events despite all your planning, but if anyone knew of how life can turn out unexpectedly, it was him. And despite all the possible pain & loss he'd been through, he was also a firm believer that good things would come his way too- after all, that's how he'd found BTS, how he'd come across you.🌼

Jung Hoseok x Baek Hae-Baragi 🌻

Hobi was the first of the Bangtan brood to have a kid with his fashion designer, wife who he’d met through his sister-Jiwoo. Geum-hee was the first child in the family and rightfully spoilt with love by everyone. His daughter who’s name meant brightness, had truly brought light into the family with all her Samchuns & Imos doting on her, never leaving her alone for a second. She was pampered in a way that she wouldn’t even sleep without someone rocking her in their arms & as she grew up- she had Jimin’s eldest daughter, Ae-Cha who was the same age as her, alongside to do everything. However, in the recent times with the birth of Jimin’s second daughter, Mi-Cha, their attention had shifted & play time with Ae-Cha had reduced drastically. Even as adults kept her company at all times, she missed having someone younger who could keep up with her speed & interests. And today was no different, as soon as Hobi picked Geum-hee from pre-school, Geum-hee’s slouched & sulked in the back of the her car even as Hobi tried to get her to frown to turn into a smile. Usually singing alongsider her dad in the car, cookie dough ice cream from her favorite parlour, some cuddles from her dad & painting her nails were enough to distract her & make her happy but it had been hours since Hobi had been trying but all in vain. He’d been clinging to her, desperate to not leave her side as she moped around but she took that split second of his distraction to run into her room & close the door behind her. The sound of the slammed door shook both parents, Hobi’s wife widened her eyes at him, wondering what could’ve gone so wrong in her absence. “You try, I’ve done everything possible but nothing. She hasn’t said a word since she got back. I don’t know what’s wrong.” Hobi said as he tried to appear calm & nonchalant but it was obvious in the way that he clenched his jaw & paced around that he was anything but relaxed. The only thing that kept him going was the reassuring smile of his wife as she made her way to her daughter’s room, he trusted her to get through when he couldn’t. She knocked softly on her daughter’s door, only to be answered by the soft sobs that quite frankly broke their hearts. Hobi was one step away from knocking the door down, hearing his daughter’s wails pierce the silence at home. But his wife stopped him, gesturing at him to be patient until she’s tried. Geum-hee’s mother knew her daughter well enough, she saw the flutter of shadows from the cracks beneath the door. She knew that even if her daughter didn’t speak, she was here, she was listening. And so she sat down with her back to the door, hoping that her daughter would do the same on the other side & give her a chance. “It’s okay to cry, sweet girl. I know bad things happen, and it’s better to get it off your chest than to hold it in. I’m sorry you had a rough day, little one. Mommy & daddy have those too… but you know what keeps us going? We know that we’re not alone in it, as long as we’re together, everything will be alright… we have Hope on our side, how could it not?” Hobi admired the way his wife spoke to their daughter like she was her own person, not like a child who didn’t understand nor like an adult that was in a smaller body, but like someone who was young & yet who had her own choices to make & voice to be heard. “That’s the thing, I don’t have anyone. Everyone has someone or the other, mommies & daddies are together, siblings at school are together, I always get left alone.” Their daughter mumbled, as both parents train their ear to the door, to hear her soft words. “But you have us, cutie. You know appa would never leave you alone…” Hobi prattled anxiously but his daughter, hoping she knew that he’s always put her first. It was his wife & his rule that no matter what, Geum-hee had to come first. “But that’s not fair, appa. You shouldn’t have to choose between your girls. At the rollercoaster, you sat with me but even mommy was scared but she was all alone.

That always happens, you always take my side, never mommys.” The color left Hobi’s face when he heard that & realized the message he had been passing onto his daughter, he lip synced a “sorry” to his wife & his face sank into his palms, in regret. His wife quickly tried to repair the situation as she said, “But baby, omma doesn’t mind. Appa always asks omma if she’s okay, & only when I say yes, does he do that. Your appa loves me a lot & he takes care of me, you don’t have to worry.” “I know that but I don’t like you being alone. And sometimes, when you & I have girl’s nights- appa is alone. When we travel, we’re alone in the compartment with the other women, when we shop, he’s never there in our section, he should have a boy to give him company too.” Geum-hee shared & Hobi’s heart melted at the concern in his daughter’s voice for him, he lifted his face from his palms & leans against the door frame, as if willing the door to disappear so he could touch his daughter. “I know dad has his brothers from BTS, but they’re not always here. You both are not always with me. So the best solution is if we get me a brother. That way, everyone has someone- just like Jiwoo Imo & Appa.” She added, her voice getting louder & firmed, as if she was proud at having landed at this solution all by herself. “Is that what would make you, happy? If you had a sibling?” Geum-hee’s mom asked with bated breath & her loud resounding, “YES” made the answer quite clear. It was a split second decision, Hobi & his wife spoke soundlessly as he arched his eyebrow, asking her if she agreed with their daughter’s demands & her shrug as if to say that she had no choice but to do what their daughter asked. They both loved their daughter more than anything & although it was far from the right time to have a kid, they had gone back to using protection & birth control, their careers were in full swing, a 5 year gap wasn’t even ideal, until now they’d been of the opinion that one child was more than enough. But this changed everything, she changed everything. “Baby, if we say yes, will you open the door?” Hobi asked gently & his chest heaved in relief as he heard the click of the lock opening & his daughter put her arms around him & his wife. “Geum-hee, even if we have a baby, it may not be a brother… that’s not something appa & omma can decide, it’s upto luck. Is that okay?” Geum-hee’s mother tried to explain, not wanting there to be any misunderstanding. She knew how big of a decision this was for her family & wasn’t willing to go ahead until she got full clarity & in this case, approval from her daughter. “Does that mean I’ll have a sister? Like Ae-Cha has Mi-cha? That’s okay too!! Daddy will be still be alone but atleast you can give him company while I enjoy with my little sister… or brother. I don’t mind, I’m just excited to be a big sister!” Geum-hee squeeled & her parents smiled warmly at her answer & kissed her senseless, surprisingly happy at the turn of events. 🌻

To Be Continued... 🌊🌙⭐️

[treatian]

The Chronicles of the Dark One: Domestic Battles

Chapter 4: What the Future Looked Like

Once upon a time, what felt like a lifetime ago, he’d promised her that one day they’d experience the joy that came from having nowhere to go and nothing to do. He was proud to say he’d finally fulfilled that promise to her. Albeit on the first day of their married life, but it was a promise that he’d finally managed to keep, and he considered that a small victory.

With their phones off, no one had called them. He hadn’t a clue what was going on in town, and he didn’t care. No one knocked on the door. Time wasn’t threatened. There was merely the pair of them in their bed, saying beautiful things to each other that he’d never imagined he might say in a hundred years, let alone someone might say to him in a thousand. In fact, they hardly stirred beyond the threshold of the bedroom, only leaving once for food and returning quickly within the hour.

It was nice. It was a fantasy. Looking back on his life, he didn’t think he’d ever had hours that he spent this way, much less a day.

“People will notice, you know,” she commented lazily, her head reclining on his shoulder.

His hands held her hand in his own and he was quietly looking it over, fascinated and entertained by every facet of it, but especially by the finger where his ring now took up residence. With a stone like that…he hoped people would notice.

“News of our engagement will only be making its way around this morning, but they’ll notice that we’re wearing rings already. Do we make another announcement of marriage? Publicly?”

He felt the corner of his mouth lift in amusement. “I’ve no doubt the cricket will take care of announcements for us, Sweetheart.”

“You really believe Archie is the type of person to run off and gossip like that?”

He opened his mouth to argue…but closed it again quickly. She had a point. The cricket wasn’t perfect; he was hardly a steel safe regarding secrets, but he wasn’t exactly a sieve either. While a few secrets had made themselves public over the centuries, for the most part, he knew that he did tend to keep things to himself. Knowing Archie, he likely would want to keep the news to himself so that they could tell everyone as they saw fit. Belle’s father...he was less certain would give away the news, but he was also less than certain he’d be eager to claim the notorious Dark One as his son-in-law. Perhaps an announcement when they returned wasn’t a terrible idea.

“Can I call you my husband?” Belle asked beside him, already moving on to the next question. “Can I start using your last name?”

Belle Gold…he’d forgotten just how much he’d liked the sound of that the first time she’d brought it up. Still, he tried to swallow down some of that pride and eagerness. It had been a year since they last discussed her last name, he didn’t know if she still felt the way she had a year ago and didn’t want her to feel pressured to do anything too quickly.

“There is paperwork that goes with that, you know,” he responded, choosing the legal answer as his strategy. Now that he thought about it, they’d need to get a marriage certificate signed. And he’d need to reset some of his affairs to formally mention her. The deed to the property, the title to the car, the bank statements…

Fuck…for having nowhere to go and nothing to do, he was beginning to think there were a lot of places they needed to go and an endless list of things to do.

“I know,” she insisted, cutting through the clutter of it all. “But there’s no reason I can’t use it until we figure all that out. Right?”

“Do you want to use my name?” he inquired. He’d never forgive himself if she felt as though it was something she had to do to conform. “Really want to use my name? Not something out of convention or tradition-”

“You already know I do. I want to be your wife in every way imaginable in this world and ours. But I don’t want to expose you to anyone or make you feel uncomfortable. If you don’t want me to use it or tell everyone so fast-”

“We already made an announcement in the paper,” he interrupted before she could talk herself out of it, or worse, not understand the reason he’d gone to such lengths to get The Mirror to publish the announcement as he had. “Even if Dr. Hopper isn’t the type to gossip, the people of Storybrooke aren’t so dim they won’t put two and two together when they see our rings, and I’m not going to let us simply remove them day in and day out, hiding like we’re ashamed or afraid. I don’t want to keep it secret; in fact, I’d like for anyone who doesn’t like it to come see me personally-”

“Rumple…” she warned before he could say something she’d hate. Not that it was untrue. Of course, there were going to be risks associated with being the Dark One’s wife, but he hoped that the benefits of being the Dark One would outweigh them.

“The point is…that while the world makes me uncomfortable and frightened…you make me feel peace. And I’d be honored if you used my name as your own and to have the whole world know we’re married. Whatever comes because of that knowledge…I’ll keep you safe. We’ll be careful, but we’ll face what comes together.”

“Good. I want the world to know, too.”

He smiled and kissed the top of her head before the silence returned, and he went back to examining their hands, back to looking over the rings they now wore, the ring he’d worn as long as he had been in Storybrooke but now had new meaning. If only he’d known that she’d give it this particular meaning, he might have chosen something different for her own.

“I’m sorry they don’t match…” he commented, realizing that wedding rings were supposed to match in this world.

“I’m not…I think they’re perfect.”

And while he was at it for apologies…

“And I’m sorry I couldn’t come up with a better place than the cabin to take you-”

“We don’t need the world, Rumple, we just need each other-”

But for a woman who wanted to see the world…

“But-”

“Rumple!” She sat up suddenly, leaning on her elbow as she tore her hand from him and ran her fingers through his hair. “Are you happy here? With me? Right now?”

He supposed there was that. So, he nodded and turned to kiss her palm as he reached up to thread his own fingers through her hair in return. “I am. Always.”

“Then we don’t need anything more than you and me. We’re fine right here, just as we are.”

It was true. Everything she was saying was true. He didn’t regret anything last night, down to the marrow of his bones he knew there had been a pressing need, a desire to tie himself to her as quickly as possible. But he was sad she’d missed out on the experience of planning or dreaming about what she wanted. He was sad that he hadn’t allowed time to prepare a true honeymoon and take her away, out into the world she wanted so badly to see. He just wanted-

“What if I took you somewhere?”

He glanced over at her, initially unsure if he’d heard the words or just invented them himself. But the way she looked him over expectantly as if waiting for an answer…

She wanted to take him somewhere?

“I know somewhere we could go,” she responded as if reading his thoughts. “Somewhere new, here in Storybrooke. We’ll have privacy, no one would come looking for us, or find us…we could just be alone for a couple of days to do whatever we want. It’s beautiful, big…and the view is spectacular!”

“Where?” For the life of him, he hadn’t a clue what she was thinking…and the look on her face when he asked made him believe that she was more than happy about that.

“After everything you’ve given me over the last few days, why don’t you let me surprise you! We could go home, pack a couple of bags, like real newlyweds, and be there before the sun begins to go down! We could stay for as long as we like! Just you and me!”

He was confused, entirely clueless about what she was talking about, where she was talking about.

But she was suddenly excited and energized. And given the fact that he’d been languishing in denying her the ability to plan, it seemed a shame not to allow her to take the wheel just this once.

“Then let’s go on an adventure.”

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - coming out to seb!

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pov: this is what i think your bestfriend seb would do if you did a coming out to him

warning: none

type: wholesome and super cute!

member: sebastian moy (i put seb as your best friend because i didn't want to influence your sexual orientation. maybe some people read me and are more attracted to women than men, or something like that so i decided to find it more appropriate to put seb as your best buddy, so that everyone can read this hc without feeling rejected or forgotten!)

happy pride month, everyone! may this month be fulfilled with joy and fun <3 i, myself, am in the lgbtq+ community (i'm pan!) and i thought it could be super cute to do a little post like that! know that you are valid and accepted here and that i'll never judge you for what you are or what/who you want to be!

just so it's clear, i took seb for this post, just because i wanted to. there's no other reason why i took him, so please don't think i chose seb for a certain reason, i just wanted to write this post about him bc i thought it'll be cute!! i don't mind doing the others members, but i think every members would have the same reactions as seb <3

so... you came out to seb

his face went to 😐 to 😯 to 😆

the sweetest guy omg

"omg, y/n!! that's so awesome!! i'm so happy for you!"

he couldn't stop smiling :(

"congrats!! i'm so proud and happy for you.. so happy you were enough comfortable and confident to tell me!"

(rest of the hc under the cut!)

he would hold your hand and like smile even wider

"you are so valid, y/n!! you have all my support! since when do you know it?"

the nicest supporter for you :(

he would thank you so so much

"thank you for trusting me with this.. i really appreciate it. i promise that nothing changed or will change between us. to me, you're still the same person i know.. except that now, i'll be watching every smirks of yours when a certain person will pass.." (example: if you're into womens, he'll check if you're looking at them and smirks)

bye he would tell all the members (only if you want to and are comfortable ofc!!)

"yeah, y/n's is [your sexual orientation/gender].. isn't that cool? LIKE ISNT SHE SO AMAZING, GUYS?!"

he would buy the flag 😭 he's so cute what-

no because in my head, sebastian would be like a bit confused because he doesn't know if he's doing too much or not

oh oh!! he would also buy you things related to your sexual orientation/gender

like mini bracelets if he find any or like keychains

"eh y/n!! check that mug, it have your flag on it! isn't it so cute?"

and if you are not comfortable showing to the world your orientation/gender, he would stop doing it or like keep doing it, but like give it to you in private or something like that

he know it can be hard to come out, so if you tell him to stop, he will. he do not want you to make you uncomfortable :/

he would do researches on your sexuality and how to support you to the fullest!

like if there's any special day in the month of june or if there's like any places or events that 'promote' this orientation.. like pride parade and everything.. he would drive you there (if you want and are comfortable to, ofc)!

no bc why am i thinking that seb would send you meme of that

like this one (the link is safe, it's only a meme picture)

or like this tiktok (the link is safe too!)

"did you see the meme i send you? IT WAS KINDA FUNNY, RIGHT?"

"the tiktok i sent you was so funny.. like lgbtqueue.. like they do a queue.. and lgbtQ.. do you get it?" (yes seb, we do)

this man would tease you sooo much

he'd be like "yo, this person behind you can't stop looking at you.. it's so cute"

and things like that, you know?

he'd create a playlist just for you

"for my bestie #slay"

and it would be like lgbtq+ song + (ofc) some weeknd songs bc it's seb we are talking about

lastly, i think seb would support you so so much and encourage you :(

like he's so sweet

and so kind

we all want a seb in our life

hope you guys liked it!!

taglist (open! send an ask if you want to be in it!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0

bold can't be tagged :(

[galaxyedging]

Nico x f!reader x omc.

Part of this masterlist.

Warnings: SMUT! Mentions of anal sex, cheating, spanking. Pegging, m&f receiving oral sex, m&f masturbation, cum eating.

Summary: When Nico and Angelo further your education, you take the lessons leaned into other areas of your life.

Desires

It was a beautiful day. The summer months had been glorious. Perfect travelling salesman weather, according to your husband. "Now is a perfect time for me to go a bit further a field. Kids are home for the summer, making all kinds of messed. A couple of months of me driving around will definitely secure me that promotion." He pitched you whole thing after packing up the car.

You played the doting wife as he left, waved him off. Angelo had even crossed the street to join you on the sidewalk with a wave of his own. Your husband felt 'reassured that a Doctor would be around to keep an eye on you'.

If only he knew the doctor in question had given you a very through physical on the three occasions you had met as well as being the first man you had anal sex with. Something that he took a ridiculous amount of pride in. He'd had Nico train you for hours while he wasn't there. Angelo had cursed in a number of languages as he had finally been able to full sheath himself inside you. Nico had smiled warmly at Angelo's joy in his achievement. He'd even pressed a soft kiss to your temple. Something that was a rarity. His softness only bled through now and then.

Nico's was always softer when Angelo was around. His house was warmer, more full of life. Not that Nico wasn't fun, just sometimes there was something with him. Instead of being confident and uninhibited it was as if a wall was put up, a line in the sand he couldn't cross, like he had to rein himself in.

While Nico showered one day, Angelo painted your toes. Black, a colour you would have never chosen on your own but you had to agree it looked chic. It was one of his favourites, you'd noticed since he hated wearing shoes. He held your leg up, careful brushed the colour on, pressing the odd kiss to your calf. "Angelo?" He hummed back at you, engrossed it his work. "How did you and Nico meet?"

The tiny brush in his hand paused on your pinkie toe. "He didn't tell you?"

That answer to that seemed obvious. "No."

"That might be something you want to ask him. He can be very private."

"You can't even give me a hint?" The foot that he had just released made it's way to his lap.

"Oh." He groaned indecently at the contact. "Hey, you'll smudge." He pushed your foot away.

"Please?"

"No, you can ask him."

A mock pout set on your lips. "Fine."

"Don't 'fine' me." He kissed your pout. His fingers came up to tease you through your panties. "I can't tell you anything but we can work on that g spot orgasm." As much as you wanted to know about Nico's past, the offer was more than tempting.

When you'd questioned why they put you in certain positions and marvelled at how good it felt, they had decided to show you. Nico's expensive sheets and cloud like mattress cradled you as the two men lay either side of you. Both dressed to a degree that was unfair. The only flesh on show were their forearms and a slither of their chests. You however were naked, legs spread wide both knees anchored by a man each.

"So you already know how to touch your clit." Angelo parted your folds, running a finger over the bundle of nerves in question. When you arched slightly as his touch, Nico dipped his head to your nipple, now in reach and swirled his tongue around it. A playful smirk on his face. You liked this Nico. This was when he seemed most at ease, with the two of you. When you were alone it was strangely business like. Not the sex itself, that was...fuck, mind blowing, transcendent, all sorts of other words you seen in those romance novels that you didn't believe actually applied to sex. Whether he was in charge or he was letting you take control, he was always present during the act itself but as soon as things were done, he closed off a little. He check you were okay, physically and emotionally. Offered you food and water, to walk you home. You'd always graciously decline, you both knew full well he would still wait on his porch until you were safely home. Not that he would admit to it or that you would admit to enjoying it.

The other Nico that was quickly growing on you was what Angelo called him being a 'sub'. It was when he let you or Angelo be in charge. Honestly, you weren't sure what you enjoyed more. Watching the two of them have sex was always an experience. The way it lit you up from the inside, you often wondered if you could come just from watching them take pleasure in each other's bodies. When you got to be in charge it was a whole other rush. From the moment Nico had placed the paddle in your hands, presented himself naked on all fours, willing, vulnerable, the power had been a trip. To make him come apart without touching him in a way you wouldn't usually consider sexual was thrilling. He enjoyed the pain. It was as if it was beyond a sexual need. It was clarifying. Grounding. Not that you ever brought it up to him. He was so through when describing the root of your needs and desires. He tell you why he thought they itched under your skin. Why you liked his boundaries. Why you liked the control. When it came his own, he was blunt, mechanical, he'd just tell you the physical act he needed.

When you were alone, the weeks between Angelo's visits, the guest room was where you spent your time together. It suited the situation better. It was spartan, designed for a purpose. Just as your time together was. Nico was open with the fact that he wasn't in this, what ever this was, for the intimacy. His touch never strayed from seductive or sexual. If his hand was on you it was for a purpose, it didn't linger. It may temporarily sooth but that's as far as it would go. It wasn't there to comfort or support. He wasn't there for that. He was there to satisfy you, fuck you to ecstasy, empower you. The room became his classroom, he taught you how to claim your high. He showed you things your hadn't even thought of. Foreplay was a big one. With your husband it consisted of a little making out to 'get in the mood'. Nico taught you it's purpose, how to make you dripping wet, how to get your blood pumping.

"Just like every taste, every touch, every smell, gets me harder, gets me physically ready, it does the same for you." His fingers had you spread so he could tease your engorged clit. "The more turned on you are, the easier it is to stimulate all the right places." He punctuated his sentence with a sharp suck of your clit.

He chuckled against your folds as your hips snapped up and a surprised moan let loose from you.

Making his way from the bed to his toy chest he pulled out what looked like a large leather tassle. Running his fingers thought it he presented it to you. "Do you want it?"

Curiosity got the better of you as you nodded. With a hand on your knee, Nico pulled you onto your side, crossing on leg over the other as he did, exposing your thigh to him. With a flick of his wrist he whipped the soft flesh there. The material was soft, it still left a little sting, it felt good. Like when he bit you or squeezed just a little too roughly.

He waited for you response. This wasn't something you wanted to explore tonight.

"Can we try something else? Can I try something on you?" Big brown eyes scanned yours in that way that he did. It was like he thought he could read everything about you if he looked hard enough.

"I think I have something." He pulled out a long velvet bag. Undoing the knot he shook something out of it. A long, ruby red dildo fell out into his hand.

"You can use this on me. It's going to need plenty of lube. What don't you help with that?" He slipped it between your legs, dragged it through your folds. "Come on, Kitten." He sat on the bed, grabbing the lube from it's now ever present place on his nightstand. He applied a generous amount. His large hand curled around the base, bracing the dildo against his thick thigh, he beckoned you over. "I want you to ride it until you come."

As you sunk down on it your lips parted in a gasp. Usual Nico would seize the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, steal your breath while it was so readily given. This time he just leant back on his elbow. "This is all you, Babygirl. Show me what you've learnt." Moving up and down on the toy the only contact you had with Nico was odd graze of his fingers wrapped tightly around the base. This was all you. You were finding those spots he had no trouble seeking out, every time he was inside you. You were igniting the fire low in your belly, stoking it with every bounce. Shifting your position you found somewhere that made your legs shake with the intensity of it.

Nico could see you were close. "That's it. Take what you need. You don't need anyone to give you your pleasure. It's all in your control."

He was right. Working yourself on the toy, it was you in control, not Nico, not Angelo, certainly not your husband. You. You screamed as you made yourself orgasm.

"Good girl." Nico breathed as he watched you come down from your high, pussy trembling around the toy and leaking onto his thigh.

His cock was red from lack of attention. He wanted to bury it in you. Enjoy how wet you are right now but that's not what you asked for. Ignoring the heavy bob of his length between his legs he moved to retrieve the harness. After a few awkward giggles from you he got you set up. The dildo protruded from the apex of your thighs. "How do I...? I mean what do I...?" You'd asked, only for Nico to get on all fours on the bed. "You can work it out." He informed you before settling with his ass in the air.

Tentively, you lined the toy up with his enterance. Pushing your hips forward steadily you were met with resistance but the moan Nico let out told you that you were doing the right thing. If he were working himself into you this would be the point where he would start to pull back and thrust a little. You emulated the motion, earning another moan. The sounds you pulled from him spurred you on until you were, metaphorically, balls deep inside him. Using a strength you didn't know you had, you were fucking him roughly and he loved every minute of it. "Oh fuck, yeah. Right there, doing so well Honey. Gonna make me cum." He babbled into the sheets below him. He words stoked your pride, gave you the courage to copy him further. Mercilessly, you pounded the toy into him. His groans became so loud you could feel them in your own chest.

"Shit. Wait. Stop." He begged. Instantly you stopped.

Nico heaved himself off the toy to rearrange himself on his back. With his hands on his knee he spread himself wide. "Keep going. I just wanted you to see it."

Too lost in the power you had over this beautiful man, flushed, chest heaving, spread out ready for you, you didn't even ask what he meant before pushing back inside of him. Bottoming out you fucked him ruthlessly again. He clawed at the headboard behind him, the muscles in his arms straining deliciously. "Oh. Oh! Oh fuck." He began to arch off the bed as he came, leading your eyes down to his cock. It was stood straight away from his body, it pulsed and the head swelled briefly before a rope of cum shot out of it. Then another. And another. It was so strange to see Nico cum without touching his cock. It was also ridiculously arousing.

The memories served you in the here and now, aiding your arousal. Angelo's hand was over yours, his thick finger sliding in and out of your slick channel next to yours.

"That's it Bebita. Just find what works for you. The pace. The rhythm. You look so pretty all worked up. You're god damn stunning when you come. So free." He kissed you deeply.

When he moved back out of your eye line Nico was behind him. Water dripped from his curls, more pronounced than he usually wore them. A towel slung low on his waist did nothing to hide his erection. Dropping his towel as walked he adjusted his thick length.

"She can take care of herself." He shot a wink at you before lay Angelo on the bed, next to you.

Angelo groaned at the cool water from Nico's hair hit his chest, while Nico sucked on his nipple. Nico worked his way downward, sucking, nipping, licking at his golden skin until he came to his erection. Without hesitation he took Angelo's length deep into his throat. The chorus of moans between them made you desperate to find your peak. Angelo would moan at the sensation of his cock in Nico's warm, wet mouth. Nico would moan at giving Angelo pleasure, which vibrated against Angelo, giving him more pleasure and Nico more satisfaction. Nico's eyes never left yours. Even when yours closed or rolled back when they returned to the same spot Nico's eyes were there waiting. Even with his head bobbing on Angelo's cock.

"Ay Papi, I'm gonna cum." Angelo whined. Nico moved his head up from having his nose nestled in the curls at the base of Angelo's shaft. He pulled Angelo's cock from his mouth, leaving it open with his tongue pressed to the head. Nico's eyes burned into you as he pumped Angelo through his orgasm catching his release on his tongue. It was enough to trigger your own release as your muscles rhythmically clenched around your fingers. Your release gushed around them. Before your head was clear, Nico had removed your hand, he held it in his as sucked your juices from it. Wrapping his hand around his own girth, he fucked his fist. He didn't make a show out of it like he did when he watched you. It was quick and functional. The span of his massive hand did nothing to dwarf the size of his manhood. The squelch of lube and the rhythmic thwack of his fist against his balls mixed with his grunts and moans. It was a shock to see him come so quickly. Even with attention from both you and Angelo, his stamina was impressive. He coated your stomach in minutes. Angelo had partially recover and lazily he lapped at Nico's cum before coming to rest his head on your chest. Nico looked at the two of you fondly, you didn't expect him to lay down next you his head mirroring Angelo's. The afternoon passed in a lazy haze of touches. Each man making you cum with their fingers, as they kissed your breasts or each other. Each of them came at least once more from a combination of touches, yours, each other's, their own. By dinner time, the three of you had to go get cleaned up, with the copious amounts of bodily fluids painting your skins. Dinner was light but satisfying, a steak salad, paired with Nico's favourite wine. As the night drew in you were tempted to stay, you knew neither of them would objected. They would make you feel welcome and wanted. Part of you wanted to give in to it, to savour it a little longer. The rest of you knew it wasn't right, none of this was right.

As Nico and Angelo settled down for the night, you went home to take a step that you should have long ago and with new found focus on your own pleasure that Nico had inspired, you pulled out all your paper work and began making plans for your future.

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[alluralater]

[she/her, switch (sort of; see below), masc lesbian, but feminine endearments only please]

- This ask is on the longer side and only part of it is horny, so if you’re not down for that maybe skip this one for now. It won’t hurt my feelings or anything if you don’t respond. -

After years of being strictly a dom/top, a few months ago I finally and unexpectedly (re)discovered my submissive side and holy fuck oh my god. I didn’t know I could feel desire - need - like this. It’s like a riptide. It’s like standing on a bridge made of paper over a deep, swift river. It’s an aching, liquid fire spreading out from my belly. I’m constantly aware of it to the point it’s hard to think of other things. And… my monogamous partner of 5 years isn’t interested in this side of me at all.

My dom side isn’t gone, just totally overshadowed. But that honestly isn’t the only issue. I’m realizing that for most of this relationship I’ve felt like I had to keep the extent and depth of my desire under wraps because when I didn’t she’d say it was off-putting and weird. I guess it probably doesn’t work this way for everybody but I think you’ll know what I mean when I say that sexuality is such an important part of who I am and how I express myself that it feels really bad to have to hold that back.

Anyway, this isn’t me asking you to solve this for me. I feel like I pretty much know what I need to do, it just sucks ass. Mostly I wanted to say thank you for your delicious nsfw posts and for giving me a little bit of that hungry joy I’m craving, even though you didn’t know you were doing it. I actually came twice (hands free!) scrolling through your blog last night.

-☀️

hi there <3 my blog is definitely the place to vent and try to get those thoughts organized. it's helpful even to know that someone is hearing your truth.

first let me say that your sexual needs are not off putting or weird. the expression of your sexuality is a very beautiful thing and when shared with someone who can encourage it, it is even more beautiful a thing to find pride in. you're right, i do understand that sexuality can be a very large piece of identity. feeling as though it is stifled can be wholly invalidating and can lead to resentment, especially with a long term partner. i'm glad you feel that you know what to do. however, i will be dropping some helpful tips for you and anyone else who may find themselves in your shoes <3

communication is key. for a partner who has yet to see a certain side of you at such length, it may come as more of a shock than anything else to see it when you're having sex. if you haven't already, let her know that you have discovered this within yourself and would like to explore it more. if she is a stone bottom, then you should still communicate with her but do not expect her to reciprocate these needs. growing and evolving. sometimes we find out new things about ourselves, and it can be a very fulfilling discovery! i would encourage you to speak with her. be very honest. if she says things like "off putting" and "weird" then i'll be honest, i have very little respect for her. regardless, she is your partner and at the very least does deserve your honesty. she might feel taken aback by this revelation but don't let that shake your resolve in telling her your truth. if this new discovery changes your compatibility then yes, it can be unfortunate. but it can also be a new chapter for you and this journey you're on. your partner -whatever their needs may be- should always value your communication. i think you would be surprised by how many people have felt exactly like this <3

i'm glad you're having fun on my blog!! i love when other switches find me :) enjoy your time here and always feel free to express your thoughts. you are among very good company <3