#looking in the tag for a tv show and suddenly there's a video edit to caramel

[allsassnoclass]

i know that 5sos is an extremely popular world-famous band but every time i see a fandom edit using their songs out in the wild it throws me off

[yunarim]

Seeing you knowing a thing or two about kpop makes me wanna spoil you with many kpop songs inspired requests... May I request pomefiore reacting to an idol!reader (pref fem but gender neutral would be ok too if you want) whose group is similar to dreamcatcher (songs, outfits, etc)? Have a good day!!

⟣┄─ The thoughts that stopped, I return my steps to you ɞ ┆✦ characters : vil schoenheit, rook hunt, epel felmier ┆✦ tags : fem!reader (no pronouns used though), fluff, reader is not yuu (but the name yuu mentioned in order to avoid calling reader y/n)

✦ Vil Schoenheit — In the Frozen

— He knew you before you got acquainted with anyone in NRC because he saw you on stage.

— He saw your debut and he also even did a photoshoot with you once.

— Vil knows how much idols work, so he deeply respects your work ethic but doesn’t really know much about you. 

— He’s not a big fan of dark concepts but one day he finds himself preparing for the photoshoot and watching your recent comeback while the stylist is doing his hair. 

— The moment you start singing your lines, his brows twitch a little, and his stylist smirks. 

— Your hairstyle is on point, your makeup is absolutely stunning. 

— The way you present yourself while singing and dancing is also incredibly professional, there’s no denying. You’re the artist, which is extremely admirable. 

— Somehow he thinks about your performance before going to sleep and watches the music video once more, which he would never do normally. 

— Ends up posting a story in MagiCam with your recent music album playing on repeat numerous times and tags your group official account with ‘What an excellent work.’

— Neige started sending Vil edits with your group. 

— Ha… That was annoying at first until one day your group, Vil and Neige, were invited to a radio show. 

— You look magnificent even when you’re not maintaining your mysterious fantasy-like persona on stage. 

— Radio host asks something here and there until the question is aimed directly at Vil.

— “And now to the questions from our listeners! Vil, if you were on a desert island with one of the band members, who would it be?”

— Vil already has the answer perfectly polished to the point he wouldn’t sound offensive or lead to unnecessarily hints and talks, but Neige suddenly interferes. 

— “Ah, forgive me for being rude, the question isn't for me, but I feel like Vil would get along with Yuu!”

— Why. For what reason.

— You smile at him gently, and he remembers you smiling the same way you did in the music video. 

— Neige is long forgotten by now, even if Vil agrees with him. 

— After the radio program you found yourselves stumbling upon each other on photoshoots and TV shows from time to time until you approach him first during one of your activities and straight up ask for his number.

— Congrats on now having a boyfriend who does your makeup, your hairstyle and also is good at giving a piece of advice when it comes to burnouts. 

— You two did a photoshoot with your group’s aesthetics and apparently half of the stan Magitter* went insane. *Magitter – an allusion to twitter

✦ Rook Hunt — Red Sun

— Saw Neige mentioning your group on MagiCam and the whole Pomefiore realized they have never seen the vice dome leader with such enormously huge heart-shaped sparkles in his eyes.

— The moment he saw you, Rook went on MagiTube* to watch every music video, show, vlog and other activities. 

— God he’s so whipped for the concept, he adores every little aesthetic detail in every outfit. 

— And your voice?!.. Ah, what a divine sound you make. All of the members do, there’s no denying, you all are extremely talented individuals. 

— And yet there’s something so captivating in you. 

— He wonders how it is even possible to enchant people with such a pristine, alluring voice, ah, you must be a dark angel, fallen into this obscure relentless world…

— Next day Rook found out about your group and every Pomefiore student who was spotted on the campus territory looked so drenched and that is no wonder, given how expressively Rook described your group image in every detail, appreciating your absolutely divine precious being and–

— In any case he’s now your loyal fan. 

— He proved to be a trustworthy art & culture manager after helping Vil organize his photoshoots and also giving advice to Neige’s managers. 

— No wonder he ended up preparing photoshoots for your group too.

— “Good morning,” you greet Rook, stretching out your hand for the handshake, and at the moment Rook thinks he’s the happiest man in the world.

— Not to mention your voice sounds so nice even when you’re not singing.

— Rook’s being very attentive to your little needs which is incredibly amazing to you.

— You blush a little when you realize you’ll miss him when the photoshoot is over.

— Worry not, you find a small card decorated with dark roses, the decoration fitting your recent comeback’s concept, with Rook’s number written in a bit of cursive handwriting.

— It doesn’t take long for you to fall in love, given how sweet he is.

— But aside from being just nice and attentive, he’s really helpful. 

— He always helps you to relieve some stress when you’re staying up late in the dancing studio by bringing your favorite snacks and just by being supportive. 

— You don’t reveal your relationship to the public, but somehow you end up bragging to Neige about the non-stop amount of ‘beauté!’ you heard every day. 

— You also ended up getting a few lines in French for the upcoming comeback.

— You wonder why. *MagiTube – an allusion to youtube

✦ Epel Felmier — PIRI

— He knows your group for two reasons: first, Ace and Deuce aren’t shutting up, so he first tried bearing with it, and second, your concept looks so refreshing. 

— He also likes this type of music, so in three days he knows your entire discography and sings ‘HOLD UP YEAH, I’M A GEEK THE BIG PARADOX’ part like his life depends on it.

— Unironically creates a MagiTok* account dedicated to making edits with your group.

— One day Ace sends him a magitok with your insanely well edited fancam and Epel says ‘Damn yeah. Btw I was the one who made it’ and Ace refuses to believe it until Epel shows him his account. 

— Your music is obviously a bop, and your recent album is a soty one, but he prefers rap lines more so he can practice his own rapping (he’s extremely good).

— One day your group visits NRC to film your upcoming music video in the Pomefiore dorm, so needless to say he’s excited.

— Epel understands he’s just a fan and there’s no way he would disturb you during filming.

— But huh no.

— You got lost on your way from the cafeteria to Pomefiore and Epel just happened to be there at the moment. 

— Goodness, you’re stunning. 

— Patterned gloves look very nice on your hands when he takes your hand in his quite casually and causes you to follow him.

— “Here you go, don’t get lost again, but finding me is also an option. Good luck on filming!”

— You ask if he’s been doing rap and he looooses it when you say he’s immensely incredible. 

— You also ask him for his socials so you two could chat from time to time and he realizes he makes a fatal mistake when he gives you his MagiTok account.

— He thought he would be over (though he wasn’t sure if it would be you who ended him or Vil but in any case), but you actually… praised him??

— After you suggest he join your entertainment’s editors he’s on cloud nine but still refuses because wouldn’t it be better for him to try casting with rap? He’s so real for this.

— You wonder how you got yourself a boyfriend who’s planning to outshine yourself (jokingly, he’s extremely supportive and he’s your number one loyal stan).

— You know the thing when fans count their days with the idol? He does that too but unironically.

— You feel like he makes and sends you magitoks more often then he messages you “good morning”.

— (No worries, you playfully annoy him too by not sanding new rap lines in the upcoming releases) *MagiTok – an allusion to tiktok

© yushiiae 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[alasarys]

“Nine People you want to know better” tag game

Tagged by the inimitable @apeacebone 💕 and tagging @francorchampignon, @firemanseb, @landoisokay, @danifesting, @opheliaoversteers, @icelitten and anyone else that wants to do this. Clearly that's not nine people, but you'll just have to live with it.

Last Song: 'Let's get fckd up (feat. Tribbs)' – Alok, Mondello'G, CERES. This is simply indefensible. Awful. Thanks, Spotify algorithm.

Favorite Color: Blue, but if I have to wear it, orange. Like, hot orange. So hot people mistake it for red, but it isn't.

Last Movie/TV Show: Crazy Fun Park. It's an Australian horror comedy aimed at teens, and so much fun. "When his best friend Mapplethorpe dies suddenly in an abandoned park, Chester discovers that his friend now "lives" with other children in the park, leading them to reestablish their friendship as they go through a difficult adolescence."

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savoury.

Relationship Status: Married. Trying not to be too weird about Daniel and George.

Last thing I googled: "prince albert piercing" – because if I'm going to make a throwaway joke about Charles naked, then I want to be sure that I've got the name of both the sovereign and the piercing correct.

Current Obsession: Uh ... I mean ... yeah. George. Lando. Together. Separately. With others. Don't care, just lemme at 'em.

Last Book: Yellowface by R.F. Kuang. Cynically, yes, this is exactly how I perceive publishing to work: the same as any other marketing, but with a veneer of worthiness.

Looking forward to: You know what? Let's make this a list of things you can ask me about this next time year and we'll see how well I've done. I'm looking forward to reading more books, creating things, writing more, learning to edit video, learning to DJ, getting fitter and stronger, sorting out the inordinate amount of stuff in our house, and generally being a happier, more well-rounded person.

[spnamvs]

hewwo 👋 i am looking to get into amv making! but unfortunately i don’t have any footage of the show to actually make an amv with. i have very strict malware obsessed parents who will notice if i try to access 🏴‍☠️ sites or yt downloaders, in fact most urls to sites like those literally are blocked on my end, so that’s all kind of off the table for me. i’m not totally ready to give up though, so i was wondering if you had any advice? is there was any kind of collective resource or shared drive in the spn community with episodes or scene packs that can be freely accessed? (if there isn’t, maybe some generous souls with some extra time on their hands could see about making one? is that even doable without begetting legal trouble? if it is i’m sure i wouldn’t be the only person who’d benefit). i hope this is an ok place to ask this, i’m not sure if the mods here make amvs themselves or just catalogue them but i wasn’t sure where else to go with this question. anyway please let me know if there’s anything i can do here! music is going to be another issue but i’m taking this one step at a time haha. thanks in advance!

hi! i'm going to put this answer under a read more :)

it's just the one mod on this archive! i'm at @katebushstandean and actually have a video help tag with all the info below as well as additional tips and info about amv editing! but to answer your question specifically:

the main download site that people were using for tv episodes got taken down very suddenly, but i think(?) there are more around if you dig. i haven't downloaded episodes in a while so i don't know the specifics, but i would recommend checking out the spn amv editor discord server, run by phineas @hatchetmanlives ! there's a lot of super helpful resources in there.

there are some scene packs out there that you can download from google drive, including a comprehensive set of destiel packs here. phineas also has a very helpful spreadsheet of some other scene packs you can download.

if you truly can't access any pirate or download websites and need a specific scene not in any of those packs, you can also always try screen recording from netflix yourself. there are programs already on your computer that can help you do that (for example, i screen record right in quicktime player on my apple laptop, and use loopback audio to capture the audio). this is helpful for specific clips you want, but obviously not feasible for downloading every episode.

[fill-me-with-your-memes-daddy]

Watching the Rise of the Titans movie and I'll be documenting all of my thoughts/reactions here. [Spoiler Warning]

So instead of reblogging every new update, I'm just going to have this post up on my phone as I watch and type my reactions in a bullet list format.

Nari's human disguise is so cute. As someone who does have a cottagecore aesthetic, I want to cosplay her so bad

Are Skrael and/or Belroc non-binary coded? Regardless, I'm also obsessed and I want to fuck Skrael and be Belroc.

STEVE CARING ABOUT JIM BEING HURT YESSSS!!! My god his redemption has probably been one of the greatest there is because he doesn't just suddenly go from being a bully to a completely good person. You can see the gradual shift in learning better throughout the shows which is awesome.

IN NEW YOOOOOOORRRRRRRK!!!!!! CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!

The mugshot montage reminded me of season 1 of trollhunters when toby and Jim were arrested at the museum.

STRICKLER PUT A RING ON IT??? HE'S THE ONLY DILF IVE EVER ACTUALLY AGREED WAS HOT WYM I CAN'T HAVE HIM??? well I'm still really happy about his arc over the series probably one of my favorite character growths.

Eli my guy got his growth spurt!!! As an 18 year old who is still 5'0", I'm happy but envious for him

So I went into this movie without watching any trailers or promo, but I doubt anything could have prepared me for the existence of mpreg. In fact, I wasn't going to document my reactions until I saw that.

NAMURA!!!!!!!!! MY BELOVED!!!!!! I CAN STILL THIRST FOR YOU WITHOUT GUILT

The coach teacher just called the kids zoomers so I have to dock one point from my final rating just because of that. Unforgivable

Those husky animation models suck lmao

Oh fuck the titans got power ranger zords!!

God why did they include the mpreg??? This movie would have been perfect without it.... After that plot point being revisited only one time I'm already beyond done with it

Like it's bringing me back to the v*ltron days where they're was a suspiciously high amount of klance omegaverse and mpreg fics and art created and it physically hurts because Steve and Keith's voice actor is the same person meaning this is especially cursed to me since I was unfortunately in the v*ltron fandom and remember all of that

But like on another note, how old are these characters again??? I haven't checked any wikis because of spoilers but is Steve an adult??? I know aja might be technically a lot older than 18 because alien but is whatever age she is equivalent to an adult as far as emotionally and physically in Akaridion development??? IS THIS A TEEN (M)PREGNANCY IN A KIDS SHOW????

Like bruh I saw a singular post on here before going into the movie that was like "rott spoilers without context" and there was a pregnant belly but I was absolutely not expecting the actual context of it. I'll find the post after I finish and edit this post to tag the creator right here: @makoden

This entire post is just gonna be me ranting about mpreg huh

Anyway I love the whole roundtable allusion to the legends of king arthur (not the toa version but the one he's based off)

THERE'S 3 TO 5 BABIES????? I need to take a break bruh this is just too much

Alright I've taken a 30 minute break got some food and did some things i love (decompressed by tactile stimming with some owl plushies and watched some videos on my favorite owl, Garu. He lives in Japan with his owner and is a domesticated eagle owl who basically just acts like a sky cat. If anyone else needs some eye bleach, here is their YouTube channel)

Blinky and ARRRGHHH!!! saying their "if one of us doesn't make it" talk my god one of them is going to die I can see it and I will be utterly crushed. Jim can't lose another father figure and Toby can't lose his wingman again I will riot if this happens

On a similar but unrelated to the movie note, can we just talk about how toa started with Jim having 0 dads and (if strickler and blinky live to the end) will end with 2 dads? Like I just really feel happy for him that he has two dads who actually figured out how to put the past behind them to not have any infighting between them so that both of them are healthy father figures. Jim has already been through literal hell and back losing his actual humanity in the process so if he loses one of them, I'm going to be really pissed because at this point, this is just Jim torture porn. Y'all know how as SpongeBob SquarePants went on, the show just became Squidward torture porn? It's starting to feel that way for toa and I really hope they cut the shit by the ending

Jlaire is such a good ship but like I feel like it's too perfect they never disagree with each other

YESSSSSSS Someone finally doesn't treat toby like a fat waste of space who messes stuff up!!! I think out of all the characters that would have been most deserving of a rewrite, it's Toby. Sometimes I just feel he's only comic relief and any heartfelt moments he's had in the series was also born of stupidity (ie his flour baby project being unharmed was seen by him as divine intervention from his parents but was actually just Eli and Steve behind the scenes).

Ohhhhh yesssssss Archie's father!!! I was hoping I'd see him again because we got so little of him last

Ooooooooooh Asian trollmarket!!!!!

Oh never mind slavery trollmarket

Bruh titanic camelot

I feel like we're not seeing enough of the villains because I completely forgot about the power ranger zord things

NAMORA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY LAST CRUSHHHH

STRICKLER NO NOT YOU TOO PLEASE

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE ONLY TWO CHARACTERS I SIMP FOR ON THIS SHOW DIED WITHIN FIVE MINUTES OF EACH OTHER

THAT WHOLE ASS RANT I WROTE IS COMING TRUE FUCK THIS MOVIE THIS SERIES IS JUST JIM TORTURE PORN

WAIT JIM'S SPERM DONOR INFO?

Oh thank God I don't want to know anything about that person

For the record, I call that man Jim's sperm donor because he has no business being called a father to him. All he did was donate some swimmers to the creation of him and give him abandonment issues

Oh another blind troll elder???? This fucker is just if vendel was a bad guy

Bruh I was grieving

PACIFIC RIM WITH GUN ROBOT VEX AND THE BELROCZORD? I've never seen that movie but I know the reference

Bruh Blinky doesn't read horoscopes? Does he realize conspiracy theories are just the manly version of horoscopes?

NO DON'T KILL VEX STOP KO-ING FOUND FAMILY MEMBERS

Oh thank God he's okay

NO NOT ARCHIE AND CHARLEMAGNE OH MY GOD

oh never mind they're just gonna coup de tat I believe in them :))

But I want to see him again

But I'm glad to see vex

Yay they're in arcadia!

But yeah I wondered why the trolls and Merlin didn't keep the whole "daylight doesn't hurt trolls" feature from the eternal night but now Guillermo del Toro I see you were playing the long con in that just to kill my girl Namora :(((

Oooooh I love the animation of the Narizord over Chihuahua!! It looks very good and realistic (if only they could have put some of that into those huskies from before smh)

Bruh the character designs of the arcane order are so good I want to be them

Nari making sure the Skraelzord doesn't crush the bus

DAMN DOUBLE HOMICIDE

Bruh I'm just glad we finally have an answer on why arcadia had everything going on as opposed to literally anywhere else!! I always found that as a weird coincidence for plot convince.

BRUH WERE BACK TO THE MPREG IM SO JEALOUS I FORGOT ABOUT THAT EVEN THOUGH IT WAS BECAUSE I WAS GRIEVING THE LOSS OF MY LOVELIES.

Oh that's real convenient that the ninth configuration meant all of them. Way to not decide which character gets more attention. Though it probably was a smart way to not have any infighting in the fandom between each character's stan group.

Bruh I just realized where is Barbera did they just ditch her on the Camelot ship???

And where are the other trolls that migrated at the end of trollhunters s3? They said something about new jersey but obviously Jim and the other main characters got on Camelot instead.... This feels like a plot hole

And we never learned the process of how changelings are made and bonded to humans and stuff. We just know it's super painful but I'm curious ffs!!!!

THE DONT THINK BECOME HERO SPEECH ALL SAID TOGETHER!!!

BRUH THEY REALLY HAD TO SHOW HIM GIVING BIRTH??????? WAS THAT AN ABSOLUTE MUST??????

Plus the main audience for this series is little children (the rating for the movie is literally TV-Y7) so even though my adult ass is not in the target audience, I STILL DONT UNDERSTAND WHY WOULD MPREG AND ANAL BIRTH WOULD BE AN IMPORTANT THING TO 7 YEAR OLDS???? THIS IS A LITERAL FETISH HIDDEN IN KIDS CONTENT ITS ELSAGATE ALL OVER AGAIN Y'ALL 😭😭😭😭😭

Though it's probably hypocritical of me to think fetishes don't belong in kids tv when I've openly admitted to thirsting for strickler and namora

HUZZAH

NEW AMULET WAZ GOOD????

STAB THAT BITCH JIM

WAIT NO I SAID STAB NOT GET STABBED

Alright good job just missed the directions at first but you fixed it

SEVEN KIDS?????????

T O B Y ????????????

W A I T NO

N O

IS HE ACTUALLY

OH MY GOD THERE'S HOPE

NO THERE ISN'T

F U C K THIS SHIT THEY REALLY JUST HAD HIM TO BE BULLIED THEN KILLED

Y'ALL IM ACTUALLY CRYING THIS NEVER HAPPENS

I NEVER ACTUALLY GET SO EMOTIONAL OVER MEDIA THAT I CRY IT ONLY HAPPENED ONCE AT THE END OF VOLTRON BUT AHHHHHHHH

W A I T

HE'S GONNA BE BROUGHT BACK?????

HOLD UP THEY'RE JUST GONNA BRING ALL THOSE DEAD PEOPLE BACK??????

WAIT IS HE

BLINKY CALLED HIM A SON

HOLD ON IS THIS GOING TO BE A CLIFFHANGER???????????

BRUH THEY REALLY JUST CAN'T END THE SERIES WITHOUT CLIFFHANGERS like there's always an open ending

TROLLHUNTER TOBY????? You know what forget the whole rants I had on how toby was written they just redeemed it all

And that's all! I'd rate it a 6.5/10 because it's definitely the weakest of all the sequels but still had amazing animation and some good plot points. It's just really hard to look over the bad stuff enough to rate it any higher.

[idanit]

possibly underappreciated Good Omens fics I enjoyed once upon a time

Indirectly inspired by a video series about fanfiction I watched, I decided to pull together a list of Good Omens fics I have bookmarked as stories I enjoyed, but which have less than 250-300 kudos at the time I’m writing this. No particular order. They’re accompanied by short excerpts from my private fic reading notes (not originally intended to be read by anyone but me, mind), sometimes slightly edited for clarity—and, sometimes, the comments I left on the fics.

This list sat in my drafts for a long time and the recent S2 announcement reminded me of it. I’d love it if it inspired you to do something similar! Spread the love.

And mind the tags, please.

△ = general and teen ▲ = mature and explicit 

thermodynamic equilibrium ▲ 7K the author has such an ear for dialogue and is unapologetic about what they want to write the characters like. They think of the characters as a mix of TV and book canon, but they feel like a homemade blend to me. (...) It’s very funny.

such dear follies ▲ 6K I can really picture this Aziraphale—Crowley as well, but her especially. She’s rather distinct. (...) Nice writing.

The Words Were With - △ 1.2K post-Blitz vignette, Aziraphale realizes what he feels and wonders if they're human enough for this. I liked it, and I liked the tag "transhumanism, but in reverse?", too—what an interesting idea. I'd say it's a vignette in a dire need of a follow-up, but, well, there's the show. The show is the follow-up. It fits very nicely within the canon and I totally believe it could have happened, like a deleted scene.

Gossip and Good Counsel △ 19K/? I love their companionship and how they're set up to be opposites by the management even though they get on pretty well. It feels very in keeping with the canon, but I feel like the fact that it's an F/F set in this particular time period adds a meaningful layer to the situation. It's women supporting each other in the world of men, working with the personas that are created for them, but, privately, being normal, well-rounded people. (...) and of course your writing is always a pleasure to read. (...) SDHDGDHDHDG Maisie is truly an Aziraphale.

Crowley Went Down to Georgia (he was looking for a soul to steal) △ 6K This was nice. Based on a song I didn’t know. Crowley goes to a funeral in the USA, one of a fiddler he knew and lost a bet to once. (...) The fic has not one but two songs composed for it and embedded inside it and that makes it even better. I really enjoyed the experience.

The Thing With Feathers △ 18K WARLOCK you'rE HORRIBLE AND I LOVE IT I would read an entire novel-length fic just of Crowley fighting his battles with Warlock. Written like this? It would be a blast. (...) The OCs are believably characterized and well-loved by the story. (...) Everyone seems to need a friend in this house. (...) This was so fun, and at the same time, their mission has weight here (...) We wonder about what the future holds even though we know it.

Here Quiet Find △ 11K This fic aimed for my head and the aim was sure precise. It was a story of Crowley sensing Aziraphale's distress and finding him in a self-quarantined English village in the seventeenth century, tired and anxious. It's hurt/comfort, so there was washing and bedsharing and I had to love it, so I did.

outside of time △ 2K Post-Almostgeddon, (...) nicely-written, short, but strung with a soft kind of tension and unspoken words. There's no drama, just "can we really", and "do you really" of sudden freedom. They fall into being inseparable. Book canon, which I like for this story (sitting on a tarmac). I liked the footnotes. There's a mention of Eliot. All in all, very much yes.

She'asani Yisrael △ 2K It’s Crowley going through a two-hour service and drinking blessed wine. He also keeps an eye on a boy he was asked to. It’s 1946. It was pretty good, so far the best Jewish GO fic, I think, from the ones I’ve read.

To Guard The Eastern Gate △ 11K  I loved it. You really made Sodom feel lived-in; the description of Keret, Hurriya and Yassib's house and relationship were great. I got attached to both them and the city (...) Aziraphale and Crawley’s interactions were generally very entertaining. I laughed (...) Your rendering of their voices just lands so well (...) But then oh, the entire ending (...) hurt, hurt a lot, and your descriptions are so vivid.

If you’ve been waiting (for falling in love) △ 14K AAAAA a good ending line. The whole paragraph, in fact. I love a good smattering of philosophy in my fics, and this was really nice. I can get behind Thomas Aequinus's and Crowley's view on eternity. It's (...) a pretty simple fic (...) - the courage to express yourself and take a risk is awarded with winning what was at stake by the virtue of reciprocity - but the way it was intertwined with a study of how they would experience a forever was done well. 

Holy unnecessary ▲ 2.2K It's well-written. (...) this is my type of sexual humour if I have any. So subtle. Blink and you'll miss it. Lovely.

The Parting Glass △ 17K Through the ages, they're dancing around their relationship until after the Armageddoff. (...) Wow, this was really, really nice. Very simple in its concept and nothing I haven't read before, but very well-executed. (...) AAAAH I LOVED the first chapter. I always like abbeys as settings, that's a given, but the banter, the good writing, the moral ambiguity!

Name The Sky △ 33K This Crowley is different, but very intriguing. Without his sarcastic talk, and much more animalistic. (...) I love how expressive Crowley is. (...) This fic has a very nice balance of drama and levity. I don't love Crowley-before-the-Fall stories very much, but with this execution I can read about it. (...) Okay I've read Crowley offering fruits, and even Aziraphale biting fruits, but the two of them sharing the apple? Outstanding. Ingenious. What a take.

A Flame in Your Heart △ 5K post-Blitz (why are so many dance fics post-Blitz?), they go to the bookshop and have an actually believable conversation. Then they dance the gavotte. It was really nice! Believable writing, emotions, the dancing! (...) Of course it's too early for them, (...) but the author's note? yeah.

Put down the apple, Adam, and come away with me ▲ 32K At this point it's just reading original stories with characters with names and some personality traits that I recognize. (...) I really enjoy this, the careful dance, the opposition between their views. (...) This is well-written, wow. (...) it's not an easy read (...) this story feels very believably 50s, but also reaches out to the present time. 

Liebestraum ▲ 10K/? It really is like music. I'm enjoying the writing a lot. (...) oh my actual god. This, this? Wow, uh. This came for my throat. (...) THE MUSICAL COMPOSITION, THE MOTIF RETURNING, THE AUTHOR KNOWS WHERE IT'S AT (...) Excellent. This hits the right beats so precisely, (...) and with feeling, too.

Down Comforter △ 2.4K and they lay down in angeldown, a soft rug ‘neath their heads– alright. Well, Crowley lies under Aziraphale's wing on a Persian rug after the Apocalypse, and they talk (...). It was sweet.

The Corsair of Carcosa △ 5K Crowley wakes up from a nap, visits Aziraphale for some drinking, and they read The King in Yellow that he happens to own. Good writing, so I'm bought. Aziraphale mentions Beardsley, so I'm bought twice over. My god, a discussion of etheral/occult madness? Caused by some wrong/true reading? Yes.

Very Good, Omens! △ 6K It's rather well-written, well-pastiched. People don't do that too often, nowadays - try to write in the style of a particular writer. (...) I love wordplay like this.

Reviving Robin Hood: The Complicated Process of Crème Brûlée △ 30K it's well-written (...), has a rhythm to it, and quiet humour. (...) Finally some nice, good, light writing. The attention to detail! (...) I'm still reading most of it aloud, the rhythm of it compels me to. (...) okay this does sound like Pratchett&Gaiman, the Good Omens itself (...) The fic is meandering, hilarious, sensitive in all the right places, and overall lovely.

my dear acquaintance △ 1K Oh. Oh. Yes, yes! Aziraphale in Russia, Russia I've never been in, but I can feel the snow and the evening of. Very real, and the bar, too. Attention to detail - vodka flavoured with dill, what on earth? Yes. He would totally have a distinct taste in operas and he would totally complain about a subpar one. I'm glad Tchaikovsky's there.

there is a crack in everything △ 1.8K This was good! Ah. Inspired by a comment (...), I went looking for Mr. Harrison and Mr. Cortese fics—really, what a big brain moment someone had and why have I never thought to look for them? This is Crowley getting suddenly anxious and Aziraphale going out of his way, through all his layers of not-thinking and denial, to console him. I also really liked how the Arrangement is a carefully unacknowledged partnership-marriage.

Scales And Gold And Wings And Scars △ 6K  No conflict, no plot, one tiny arc like a ripple on the surface of water on a calm sunny day - of Aziraphale discovering Crowley’s scars. It's the South Downs and it's early summer. They bask and swim in a spring. Non-sexual nudity, love in the air like a scent. Nice.

Nineteen Footnotes In Search Of A Story △ 0.4K This is a Good Omens story told only through footnotes. Your mind can fill in the gaps. Fascinating (...). Also, it’s an experiment so apt for this particular fandom.

Hell on Earth △ 6.5K Oh, I loved it! How could I not love it: it's Beelzebub-centric, it's historical, it has classical painting, and even a hilarious scene with a cuneiform phrase, as if I didn't enjoy this story enough already. There are so few Beelzebub fics out there and I find searching for them very difficult (I accept recs if anyone has any), and it's such a shame, so this was really like a gift to the fandom. I absolutely adore the way you portrayed them, small, frightening, powerful, and confident. Also, it was super fun to see how different Crowley seems when we're not in his POV or in a story about him and Aziraphale. (...)

Go Up to Ramoth-Gilead and Triumph △ 24K Daegaer is... pure class. (...) hdhdhdh what pfttt why you so funny (...) I love this Crowley. (...) This got unexpectedly intense. (...) I love the little nods to the fact that Israelites, especially the poorer ones, still believe in other gods. I also really like that they sleep on roofs. It's just the kind of detail that grounds the story and shows that the author is, in fact, a historian. 

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keeping up with seventeen | S1EP1

ミ★ synopsis: thirteen chaotic men given their own reality tv show? more normal than you'd think!

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[[ The video begins with a shot of the blue skies, a bird flying past as the sound of something frying fills the background. The shot changes to Jeonghan standing in the kitchen, chin resting over Joshua’s shoulder as he watches the man cook them breakfast. ]]

JOSHUA INTERVIEW

“Yeah… Jeonghan can’t cook. Like at all.” 

JEONGHAN INTERVIEW

[ A look of surprise is on Jeonghan’s face from what the director told him ] 

“Joshua said I can’t cook?” 

[ Jeonghan lets out a loud laugh before falling into a straight face, staring directly at the camera. He crosses his legs, folding his hands over his knees. ] 

[ The director feels a drop of sweat fall down their neck from the intimidating gaze. ]

“I’d like to see proof supporting Joshua’s bold statement.”

| video cuts to a flashback reel of Jeonghan in the kitchen |

[ Minghao steps out of his room to prepare his own dinner, only to pause when the scent of burning floods his nose. He quickly walks down the hallway and enters the kitchen, and his eyes widen at the sight before him. ]

[ The camera pans over to Jeonghan by the stove, reading the instructions on the army stew packaging with no care in the world. ]

minghao: [ cautiously steps into the kitchen ] Jeonghan… 

jeonghan: [ looks up towards Minghao, letting out a fond smile at the younger ] Minghao! I was just cooking dinner.

minghao: [ nods his head with a concerned smile on his face ] How has that been going? 

jeonghan: [ smiles brightly and gives Minghao a thumbs up, food packaging still in hand ] It’s been going great!

[ The cameraman slowly zooms into the black smoke emitting from the pot behind Jeonghan, capturing the moment the soup boils over the pot. ]

minghao: [ gasps loudly and rushes forward ] JEONGHAN! THE POT!

[ Jeonghan raises an eyebrow and turns around, only to scream at the sight and quickly grab the kitchen towel. ]

jeonghan: OW IT BURNS!

minghao: WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TOUCH IT—

| fade out |

mingyu: [ chops a red pepper as he looks over towards the stove, seeing the vegetables that need to be stirred. He turns towards Jeonghan ] Jeonghan! Can you stir the veggies for me please? I need to finish cutting this.

jeonghan: [ nods ] Okey dokey.

a few minutes later

mingyu: [ frowns as he sniffs the air, halting his movements ] Jeonghan?

jeonghan: [ looks up from his phone as he stands by the stove ] yeah?

mingyu: did you stir the vegetables?

jeonghan: yeah, why?

[ Mingyu and Jeonghan both turn to look at the stove at the exact same time, only to scream in horror when they see the plastic spatula melting onto the pan. ]

[ the camera follows after Mingyu as he frantically lifts the pan off the stove, while Jeonghan runs off frame to open the windows due to the overwhelming smell of burnt plastic ]

| cuts back to jeonghan’s interview |

[ Jeonghan stares in silence as the flashback reel ends. He uncrosses his legs, and slowly nods his head, fixing a strand of hair. ]

“Okay... valid.”

[ The camera follows Jeonghan and Joshua as the two walk to the kitchen table with the food Joshua cooked, settling down in the chairs and preparing to eat. ] 

jeonghan: [ eyes widen in joy from the food in his mouth, looking up towards the camera ] wow, this food I made is so good.

joshua: [ squints at him, reaching out and nudging the latter, causing Jeonghan to let out a laugh ] who made the food?

jeonghan: well, if we look at it this way. [ lifts up his two hands for emphasis, causing Joshua to raise an eyebrow ]

jeonghan: I woke you up, right? 

[ Joshua nods his head slowly, wondering where Jeonghan could possibly be going with this. ]

jeonghan: So since I woke you up, you decided to go make breakfast. Which in turn, was because of me. Therefore, I made breakfast.

[ The camera slowly zooms into Joshua’s flabbergasted smile, catching the twitch to Joshua’s eye as his lips press into a thin line. ]

joshua: mhm.

JOSHUA INTERVIEW

“I hate it here.” 

vernon: [ walks into the kitchen, and steals a bite of Joshua’s fried rice ] mmm, yummy. 

jeonghan: [ beaming ] you like it? I made it!

vernon: [ immediately spits it out into the garbage ] 

[ Joshua bursts into laughter as Jeonghan just squints at the younger, watching as Vernon quickly walks over to the fridge to pour himself a glass of water. ]

jeonghan: why’d you spit it out ??

vernon: [ turns to glance at Jeonghan as he chugs down a glass of water ] cause everything you cook is like a really old road kill that was cooked only to be run over again. AKA, poison. 

joshua: [ laughs, shaking his head as he takes a bite of bacon ] it’s okay, Vernon. I made the food, you can take the leftovers in the pan.

[ Vernon smiles brightly, thanking Joshua before preparing himself a plate. The camera follows after him as he leaves the kitchen with a plate of fried rice, only to stop and zoom into Jeonghan’s face, which is currently sporting a frown. ]

joshua: [ glances at Jeonghan, letting out a chuckle at the sight of his pout ] You know, you could take cooking classes if you actually want to learn. I heard that one restaurant down the street is offering them before opening hours. 

jeonghan: [ scoffs ] Why would I take cooking classes when we have Kim Mingyu? 

mingyu: [ yells from his room ] No!

jeonghan: I meant Wen Junhui.

[ Jeonghan and Joshua glance down at the table when Jeonghan’s cell phone lights up. He lifts up his phone to look at the notification, only to let out a sigh when he sees the text. ]

junhui: no, jeonghan.

jeonghan: [ turns off his phone and places it face down onto the table ] Can’t stand that puta anyways. 

[ Joshua snickers behind his hand, simply taking another bite of fried rice as he scrolls through his phone. The camera zooms in on the pout to Jeonghan’s lips as he stares at the food, deep in thought. ]

JEONGHAN INTERVIEW

“Pfftt, me? Signing up for cooking classes and paying for them? No way. I have one thing other than beauty,” 

[ Jeonghan runs a hand through his long blonde hair, before staring directly into the camera with a determined expression. ]

“And that’s pride.”

[[ transition music plays as the video begins with the sight of the Seoul skyline during the morning, an insert shot of a sped up clip of the cars driving past the bridge being placed. It cuts to a shot of a small restaurant named do re mi, zooming into Jeonghan wearing a baseball cap and a mask as he looks around frantically before sneaking inside. ]]

JEONGHAN INTERVIEW

“Okay, so what if I wanted to take cooking classes! I’m sick,” 

[ Raises his arms up for emphasis ]

“SICK of being told I’m not a good cook! And since… Mingyu and Jun… didn’t wanna teach me, this was my best bet. I’m going to surprise all the guys with my cooking skills by the end of this cooking class!”

[ The camera zooms in on Jeonghan standing at a table, an apron over his body as he takes a break from chopping vegetables, now looking around at his surroundings. ]

jeonghan: [ internally ] i’m surrounded by children.

[ The camera cuts to different angles of the room, showing that Jeonghan is, indeed, surrounded by children who are playing with their dough and screaming with their parents. ]

child: [ walks over to Jeonghan’s table and peers over it, staring directly at the pizza dough Jeonghan made ] sir?

jeonghan: [ glances up from the chopping table, smiling at the curious child that’s staring at his rising dough ] yes?

child: [ points at the dough ] why your dough look like that?

jeonghan: [ chuckles as he glances over towards his creation, smiling proudly ] like what?

child: like an underbaked potato that got stepped on until it was just a sad piece of mush.

[ the camera zooms into Jeonghan’s face as the man simply blinks at the child, not uttering a word. ]

JEONGHAN INTERVIEW

“You know, I like children. I really do.”

[ rests his hands on the arms of the chair, now looking serious. ]

“But these hands are rated E for Everyone.”

[[ The video cuts to a shot of Joshua and Mingyu playing games on the TV in their living room, laughing as they try to sabotage the other. Their attention is grabbed when the front door suddenly opens. ]]

joshua: [ smiles at Jeonghan as he steps into the house, only to frown when he catches sight of all the flour on Jeonghan’s face and hair. ] Jeonghan?! What happened to you?

[ The camera follows after Mingyu and Joshua as they walk over to Jeonghan, who is currently staring at the floor. ]

mingyu: Jeonghan?

jeonghan: Well, I did end up going to the cooking class that Joshua told me about.

[ Joshua and Mingyu exchange a look, before turning to Jeonghan and urging him to go on. ]

jeonghan: and then I got into a little... tussle.

joshua: A tussle?!

jeonghan: a little one!

| video cuts to a flashback |

jeonghan: This dough is like my child, therefore you just insulted my kid. You don’t see me asking your mother why she didn’t swallow your ass!

child: [ tilts their head to the side ] swallow my ass?

[ The camera zooms out as the child’s mother walks into frame, looking furious after overhearing what Jeonghan said and her child saying a curse word. ] 

child’s mother: [ grasps her child and hides his face in her stomach, shooting a death glare towards Jeonghan ] What the hell is wrong with you? 

jeonghan: I was protecting my child. [ reaches for bowl of pizza dough and hugging it to his chest ] 

child’s mother: You’re delusional! Why are you even at a cooking class that’s meant for children?

jeonghan: [ lets out a sigh ] you should be more worried about the fact that your pizza looks ugly than asking me about why I’m improving my life skills.

[ The audible sound of the cameraman’s gasp is heard when the mother grabs a handful of flour and throws it at Jeonghan’s face. The camera zooms in on Jeonghan, catching the smallest of smirks on his face as he wipes away some of the flour. ]

jeonghan: [ tilts his head as he opens his eyes, letting out a dark chuckle as he glances at the woman ] You just triggered a war.

| end of flashback |

[ Joshua and Mingyu just stare at Jeonghan with concerned expressions on their faces while the latter grins at them like he didn’t just get banned from do re mi. ]

jeonghan: [ startled ] Oh! Before I got kicked out though, the chef let me finish making my pizza so you guys should try it.

joshua: [ glances at Mingyu ] is that a good idea?

mingyu: probably not.

jeonghan: [ eyes turn to slits as he stares at the two, holding out the box that contains his food ] try my pizza if you want to live another day.

joshua: [ laughs nervously as he takes the box from Jeonghan’s hand and opens it up, only for his eyes to immediately water from the smell ] O-Oh wow.

mingyu: [ internally ] i’m going to die today.

jeonghan: [ now smiling ] looks good huh? Try it! I wanna see your guys’ reactions.

[ Joshua and Mingyu share another worried glance before they each take a slice of pizza. The camera zooms in on the two of them as they give Jeonghan a nervous smile before taking a bite. ]

[ Jeonghan watches expectantly, hope reflected on his features as he waits. Joshua’s face brightens in surprise, along with Mingyu’s as they continue to chew. They both look at Jeonghan and nod their heads, making the latter smile widely. ]

jeonghan: is it good? 

mingyu: it’s surprisingly good!

joshua: [ nods his head in agreement ] I like it a lot!

jeonghan: [ lets out a breath of relief as he claps his hands ] Yay! Finally, I cooked good food. I need to go take a shower though, I’m pretty sure this flour is clogging my pores. 

joshua: [ nods his head, gesturing towards the bathroom ] Go shower.

jeonghan: [ smiling ] Okay, you guys can finish the pizza by the way! I can make more later since you both like it so much.

[ Mingyu and Joshua nod their heads as they watch Jeonghan head down the hall, a trail of flour following after him. It’s only when they hear the bathroom door close and the shower come to life that they immediately gag, running to the garbage can and the sink to spit out the vile pizza. ]

JOSHUA INTERVIEW

“So essentially. The lesson of this episode is to just, not let Jeonghan cook.”

“Ever.”

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Gojo simps I’m bouta make u mildly horny and triggered😂😂😂 y’all know the Tiktok trend of the Animal lyrics by Maroon5? Well LITERALLY GOJO WOULD BODY THIS TREND TELL ME IM NOT WRONG ONNTHIS YALL. SEGGSY ASS MFKR IS THE BONERFIED HOE OF JJK ALONG W TOJI BUT TOJI WOULDNT EVEN BOTHER YK???? So like. That’s all. Thank u for coming to my ted talk. (This turned into a Geto x reader towards the end oops)

Like imagine this rq: just came up w this while doing tags

It’d been a little over a two weeks since Y/n got her shit together, got reaaaaaal angry, and broke it off with that white haired himbo named gojo satoru. Best part—she didn’t even regret it! She wasn’t sad or mad any more in fact she felt like a dieing plant finally getting the sunlight it needed! She felt rejuvenated to the point she currently danced through her apartment in Tokyo, at 12:30 in the afternoon with a darling little bandanna over her shining locks while she cleaned and watered her hanging plants. Her little tray of magic rocks (crystals) sat happily under three crochet hanging plants on a table under her mounted tv. Some western ‘indie folk pop’ or something like that played smoothly through her speakers that had previously only played aggressive or shitty music when her place was being trashed and inhabited by a dis pleasing white haired male.

‘Gosh I’m glad I saged the place this morning. I feel so refreshed!’ A smile held loosely to her pink glossed lips. She didn’t feel the pressure to fit gojo’s image and show skin and wear a red lip constantly to seem cool or sexy. The pressure of fitting to his ideals was gone. She wore white baggy overalls with blue striped ankle socks and a light green long sleeve underneath with some simple circle gold circle studs in her lobes. ‘I forgot how great it feels to be ME.’ She did a little twirl at the light ukulele and acoustic guitar solos. She was a book wormed plant mom who liked and believed in the magic crystals. Not a club girl and party scene babe. And she was fine with that— ecstatic if anything. Gojo was toxic to her and made her feel guilty or embarrassed to be her self. But plant mom or not she was a bad bitch who finally stopped letting him trample her. In fact not only had she left him for his Appalling personality traits but someone she’d been close with who’d helped her frequently with her relationship troubles had finally registered in her brain as ‘I’m happy and feel like me with him’. So she dumped his bitch-ass and got with his ex-best friend Oop— hey but he at least waters her plants with her when he’s not at work instead of breaking them casually. Upgrades people upgrades!

Doo~dOo~dOO~

Her phone sang interrupting her music.

Utahime: LOOK AT WHAT GOJO DID.

View video

Y/n was uncomfortable and unsure what to do.

Utahime: Y/N TRUST ME YOU’LL LAUGH.

I THINK

Taking in a deep breath worried this may be too soon the familiar tune of a western song she’d listened to growing up started playing. And boy did she laugh. She’d learnt the meaning of the lyrics via someone else on the Internet but never in her life expected a petty response like this! Maybe she’d hurt his pride? ‘Oh my gosh has he ever been dumped before?’ She suddenly realised. ‘Let’s put salt in the wound’ she decided happily.

Opening her Instagram page to a new post to linked three pictures of her and Geto (editing them slightly for more saturation) at the beach and in a cafe by the beach from their most recent trip after her breaking it off with Gojo to celebrate in Okinawa.

“Missing all the fun in the sun ♡ @geto_stitched”

She tagged her new ravenette boyfriend happily and posted it. Utahime was obviously first to like it and PM’d her.

Utahime: As you should😌

She had gojo blocked from being able to message her or comment or like but her could sure as hell View it all day.

“Y/n I’m back!” She heard the smooth voice of her lover. “Welcome back!” She called and went to pour some green tea for him. Slightly sliding her feed on the smooth cool wood floors that pressed to the soles of her feet. Geto gave her a peck to the temple as she handed him his tea cup; he wrapped an arm securely around her hips and lead the two to the cozy living room to sit and read together.

🤩Bonus🤩

Gojo sat f u m i n g at the sight of her latest post. No ‘don’t talk to me I’m sad’ posts or dying her hair cause of a mental break down— oh no no no. Just his ex best friend wrapping his arms around his newly broken up with girl friend on a beach in Okinawa IN A BIKINI HE HADNT PICKED FOR HER. All the comments on his tiktok COULDNT SETTLE THE DISCONTENT HE FELT SO DEEPLY IN HIS CHEST- NO HIS WHOLE BODY.

[ranveer--singh]

A little boy’s idol

A/N - I decided to write a fluffy one shot with Henry Cavil having a son because of his ig post for father’s day. Hope you all enjoy this, likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated. 

Thanks to my lovely betas @footballfangurl and @lawsandother for reading this and helping me expand my ideas. Love edit/manip by @eastwesthomeisbest​

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"Daddy," 4-year-old Aarush spoke, waddling into the main bedroom in his superman onesie. Henry had just woken up, rubbing his eyes and letting out a huge yawn. "Daddy," Aarush spoke, not able to get on the bed which made him cry softly.

Henry jumped out of the bed like a lightning bolt when he heard his son cry. He embraced the 4-year-old in his arms, rubbing his back softly. 

"Daddy," Aarush repeated, wiping his eyes with his hands, looking up at Henry with such admiration.

"Yes buddy," Henry said, stroking his son's curls and giving him a kiss on the forehead.

"I want to be like you," Aarush said softly poking at Henry's arm. This made Henry's heart burst with joy, his son had his curls and his nose but had his wife’s eyes and pout. They were so similar, even in their actions, that his wife sometimes teased him about it.

Aarush showed his arms, making Henry smile just watching his kid imitate him. Only a week ago did Henry sit with Aarush as they watched the movie man of steel. He took a real liking to superman and wanted to be just like him. 

"Buddy, do you know what makes superman strong?" he asked softly, trying to not wake his wife up. Aarush shook his head no, looking at Henry talk with his eyes opened curiously. Henry placed a hand on Aarush's chest.

"His heart, it makes him stronger. Gives him the strength and courage to succeed," Henry spoke softly, getting this warm fuzzy feeling just talking about superman to his son. Aarush crookes his head to the right just like Henry does, looking confused about what was said. 

"Buddy, you know superman has an 's' on his chest," Henry spoke, looking at Aarush trying to process the information.

"Yes daddy, it's the red 's'," he giggled, smiling as he remembered the iconic 's'.

"Well done, buddy," Henry smiled, ruffling his son's hair. "Now that 's' is a sign of hope, it means you're striving to become a better person." Aarush smiled, listening to Henry talk so fondly about superman made him happy. He clapped his hands, excitement coursing through his body.

"Daddy can we go watch sups," He couldn't say superman, so would end up saying sups. Henry smiled again at the reminder that his son was almost a carbon copy of him, loving superhero movies and enjoying watching him play video games. Aarush also idolised superman and was always sleeping in superman pyjamas.

Henry turned his head to see his angelic wife fast asleep next to him. She is currently pregnant with their second child, which they were overjoyed about. He was looking forward to meet his new little princess and see her running around like a little copy of his wife. 

He swooped Aarush into his arms, leaning down to shower him with multiple kisses to the face.

"Daddy," Aarush squealed, looking up at Henry with such love. Henry smiled down at his son, cannot believe how lucky he was to have Aarush as a son. He leans down again to pepper him with more kisses, enjoying the little squeals coming out of his son's mouth. 

Henry held onto his son firmly, getting up from the bed as quietly as possible so as to not disturb his wife. He walked down 2 flights of stairs to the cinema room slowly, which was located in the basement. He pushed the door open, switching on the lights, every few seconds glancing down to see Aarush clutching at his chest hair. His head resting on Henry's chest gave the perfect opportunity for Henry to stroke his hair again.

"Buddy you look tired, let's watch the movie another time," Henry said quietly, stroking Aarush's chubby cheeks with his index finger.

"Nooo, daddy, sups time, sups time," Aarush insisted, lifting his head up to look at Henry with a tired half-smile. This made Henry melt inside, could his son be any cuter. He walked towards the big red leather recliners, slowly sitting down with Aarush in his hands.

Henry grabbed the remote and flicked through countless movies stored on the TV. Finally, he finds Man of Steel and presses play, telling Aarush to turn around as the movie is starting. Henry couldn't help himself from hugging his only son.

Aarush would clap every time superman was on screen, calling out "sups, sups," making Henry feel immensely proud. Henry now started to play with Aarush's curls, exactly how his wife would do. It always made both father and son relaxed as they lay into her arms.

In the middle of the movie, Aarush shuffled around trying to find a comfortable position on Henry's lap. He could tell Aarush was tired, by the number of times he yawned and by the way that he started leaning against Henry's chest.  

The movie was coming to an end, Henry looking down to see Aarush was fast asleep. His small hands grabbed at his chest hair for support. Henry smiled, brushing the small curls away, bending down to give Aarush soft kisses on his chubby cheeks. 

Henry didn't want to move from his seat, he was happy and content with Aarush laying on him. He enjoyed stroking those curls, just humming a soft melody. This was the perfect way to spend his morning with his son watching superman.

He didn't hear his wife had now come down the stairs, walking towards the door and peering in to see Henry and Aarush bonding. The sight in front of her, got her heart melting as a huge smile spread across her lips. 

She unlocked her phone and raised it, snapping many photos of the father and son duo. When she had told Henry she was pregnant with their first child, he was over the moon, buying many baby books and getting advice from his brothers.

When Henry found out she was pregnant with their second child, he couldn't keep his hands off her. Any spare time he got, he would rub her feet, make her some cheesy dish, even take Aarush to the park. 

He was a very hands-on father, since the pregnancy of their second child, he took it upon himself to look after a very active Aarush. While she would sleep or need her alone time, Henry would read to his son, helping him count as well as teaching him about life. 

She found it hard to choose one particular photo of her two favourite boys. Then finding the perfect one of Henry wrapping his arms around Aarush, kissing his face which showed how much he loved him. Since Henry was married and had children he didn't mind posting about his personal life from time to time.

Opening Instagram, she selected the picture to post, writing the caption which defined Henry:

"A true hero isn't measured by the size of his strength, but by the size of his heart."

She tagged him in the post, smiling as the picture was now out online for everyone to see. Closing the phone, she shoved it back into her pocket watching as his phone pinged with a notification. 

She watched as Henry grabbed his phone, unlocking it to see what he was tagged in. A huge grin spread across his face, the picture melted his heart. He read the caption, looking up to see his wife had walked into the room. 

"Hey baby," she chimed, walking over to sit on the armrest. She reaches out to run her fingers through Henry's curls, moving them away from his face. 

"Hi," he spoke, yawning softly. She leaned across to press a delicate kiss to his lips, making sure not to wake up Aarush. Henry smiled, pulling back to place his free hand on the baby bump. Her eyes fluttered as she felt the baby kick.

Henry grinned, looking up at his wife with such admiration. 

"Thank you for the post, love, you made me the happiest man." She smiled, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. 

"You're welcome baby," she said softly. Suddenly her stomach rumbled, making them both laugh, looking down at her stomach.

"Let's go put Aarush to bed, then make some food," she chimed.

"Sounds like a plan," he chuckled, wrapping his arms tightly around Aarush so he wouldn't fall as he got up. 

[albino-whumpee]

On those quiet moments

As part of the editing, I decided to put 3 chapters into this one, collecting Sann´s experience at Zarai´s and how his relationship with Albus gets more intimate. Hope you enjoy it! (the first one requested by @liliability the second is inspired by this post by @whump-galaxy and the third one was requested by anon)

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Ok, god, this has been so so long in my drafts I´m so sorry.

I wanted to make something cute for this, I really tried, but Sann is opening up to me with a lot of dark stuff, so I will kind of share some of it? Hope you like it~

CW// Dehumanization, pet whump, creepy whumper, trauma recovery, collars, mental games, past noncon and dubcon touching, conditioning muzzles, conditioning, emotional whump, slight spice, mentioned past torture, scars, identity issues and trauma survivor navigating consent and relationships. Ask to tag! 

“Sann” the boy whispered to himself inside the crate he had arrived to the Glass mansion “Sann. My name´s Sann” he said to himself over and over as he tried to keep his mind away from the cold, from the pain of the bruises and beatings and the smell of other people. “Sann…”

His name was the first thing his Master gave him. Then the collar around his neck. A soft black leather band with golden buckles.

It meant Sann was his, and he had the right to do whatever he wanted to him.

Sann had expected to have his name called sweetly, gently pulled to his chest and be rewarded for his services. But his wishes were nobody´s concerns. Neither his comfort nor his happiness.

He was Robert Glass´s Romantic and he would obey his every whim.

He would stay put when he ordered him to. Watch how he took out his knife, or the belts, or the cane and the handcuffs and he would extend his wrists out and let him mark his body as he wished.

He would scream and shiver when he put the shock collar and slipped on the hood before leaving him tied in the basement for hours or even days, when he got sick of seeing his face.

He would go when he was called and smile when he ordered him to. He would take the beatings, the whipping and the tight ropes holding him in place for hours until his Master came to untie him and laugh when he plummeted to the ground made a shivering, crying mess behind the hood.

Despite all of it, he still held his hand, despite every second of screaming and begging, and rubbed raw wrists and ankles, he still called him Sirius sometimes.

Sometimes, when he wasn´t Sann, he would be kind. Sometimes, when they were alone on their way to another place, in the dark above the clouds, he would free him from his tight bindings. He would gently unbuckle the muzzle on his face and pull him up his lap to sooth his wedges and cuts and all the burns in his body.

“Quiet” the man would say as his stroke his cheek and slipped his hand down his thin shirt. Down his pants.

Sann would never admit now, sitting comfortably next to Al, head resting on his chest or chin on his shoulders, getting drunk in the fragrance of safety the albino induced, how Robert´s lips against his skin gave him goosebumps. How the man´s gentle shushing and hands felt like, when he played the game his father bought Sann for.

In the morning, he would be tied and muzzled all over again. However, when he got one second of solitude, Sann would pass his fingers over his lips. Wondering, if they could reach a point where the brusqueness of Sann´s kisses could be put aside for the gentleness of Sirius´s.

How much he had desired Robert to call him by the name of the person he longed for again, kissed the corner of his mouth and the tattooed lunars on his neck with affection Sann was forbidden from, and how earnestly, he had tried to keep him playing, to taste a little bit of the real love the man had to give, was his deepest secret.

It had been such a fierce desire, yet the dream cracked and crumbled when he took his voice.

By the time his Master took him to Zarai´s Christmas party and he met Albus, he had completely given up on getting kissed with love again.

It was slow, it took a while to stare at Albus with his shyness and odd ways of putting a smile on his face or tend invisible wounds he soothed with his presence alone, so the desire could ignite on his chest. Not the artificial warmth of letting his mind slip into the safety of his programming, but allow Sann, himself, to touch that flame and not burn on it.

Until one day, after Albus and Ma´am came from work, vibrating from accomplishment and pride, his happiness bled into him and Sann kissed him. He had seen how his face turned completely red but ended melting in his lips.

He wasn´t always sure if he was allowed to feel it as Sann, but with Albus, he didn´t have to whisper someone else´s name to hope there would be no pain later.

Being Sann was enough to be loved.

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“I told you I´m not an artist” Sann said as Albus giggled at his fake, badly drawn mustache on the mirror.

They were once again alone at home, their owners going out for the weekend meant they had the house all to themselves and keys to go outside if they wished to. Sann had spent the whole weekend trying to teach Albus how to swim and laughing at his childish splashing. After so much time under the sun, a massive amount of freckles and small rashes had sprouted on their burnt skin, hence why they had rested the last day before their owners came back and applied sunscreen and cream on each other´s back before laying down in the couch. 

In Albus´ teasing about the new freckles in the other´s back, Sann had picked up the pen they had been using for an hour now to paint on each other´s skin.

“What do you say? Should I let one grow?” The other said looking at himself side by side. Sann stared at him for a long moment. In all the time since he had become Zarai´s property, he had never seen him use a razor.

“Can you?” he asked finally after a moment.

“Possibly not” he giggled taking the pen they had been using to doodle over their faces “But you would look handsome with a beard, should we try see?”

Sann shook his head as he swooshed away the other boy´s hands, unable to stop the smile on his face. Would he? His Master never let it grow, after all.

“Ok, ok. Give me your hand” Albus said extending his arm with a pen on the other. The taller boy looked at his hand and then at him, arching an eyebrow. “C´mon, it´s nothing bad, I swear” he flashed a little smile at him.

Sann put his hand on his, puzzled at the way the other watched and traced the burns and cuts extending all the way from the back of his hand to his forearm, more underneath the flamingo shirt he was wearing then. Webs of them hid from the view below his clothes when it was a “don´t wanna show” day.

His fingers ghosted the diagonal lines on his wrists and moved to the circular, old scars of cigarette burns, before doing that flip with his pen to settle it over his skin.

“Would you like something in particular?” Albus asked looking up at him through his lashes. White like the rest of him, hiding that beautiful gleam of red. Sann made a vague gesture as if saying go ahead and surprise him.

Albus was careful to not put too much pressure and the pen´s ink was cold, but after a while, he could find it almost soothing. Even better for Sann as he couldn´t get bored of seeing the other stick his tongue out just like every time he got completely focused.

“There, look” The other told him suddenly, just as his eyes went down to find the burns with blue lines that made them look like meteors, a few of the cuts made to look like an alien ship flying by, his own freckles made to look like stars, connected to other freckles with a pointed line. Right on the back of his hand, there was a telescope.

Sann passed his fingers over them with widened eyes and then his expression softened. Never thinking he would like to see the scars over his skin. He was not afraid of showing them, he didn´t care anymore, but he never thought they could be pretty to look at.

“Can you do the other?” Sann asked him with a warm feeling extending over his chest.

“If you let me paint a beard”

“Forget it”

“Oh, c´mon!” Albus laughed.

--

Being Zarai´s came with perks he would have called luxuries with his Master. A soft bed to sleep in where he wouldn´t be woken up to be dragged up the mattress and then tightly tied face down with his ass up in the middle of the night. That wouldn´t happen. He could sleep tangled up with Albus and he could be sure he wouldn’t wake up with an unusual pain in the back of his throat, but instead he would be woke up when the albino tried to leave the bed as silently as possible, but when he failed and Sann clung to his shirt, the albino would greet him with a kiss in his forehead and a whispered “good morning”.

Sann spent most of his time alone at the house. Carrying the three legged cat all around the house as he searched for things to do. He could swim at the pool and step out of the house whenever he wanted. He even had access to the TV, laptop and all the books at the studio. He had so much freedom suddenly, at the beginning he had knelt in the middle of the house and waited. Expecting it to be a game where Zarai would appear out of nowhere to punish him for his incredulity. He had rather play it safe. But a few months later, the scared boy was curled up in the sofa watching videos about how to build a hinge for a prosthetic leg for the cat purring in his lap. He still had the habit to look around every few minutes just to make sure nobody would come to hit him.

It had been a reflex to scrunch his eyes when Zarai pulled her hand up behind him one night. The woman and the albino were working in another project together and had stayed working until deep into the night. Sann had taken that time to make them company in the living room working on the latex prosthetic and was so focused on it, he hadn´t noticed it was already past three when Zarai tried to touch him.

He knew she wasn´t the type to hit her pets, he knew it and yet his breathing still got cut short when she called for him and the only thing he saw was her hand growing closer. He hadn´t even noticed he had put his arms around his head defensively until she called for him again.

“Sann?” she asked, gently pulling his arms away to see his terrified face. “I´m sorry, I didn´t mean to scare you” she said as the boy pulled his arms down slowly to sign sorry while shaking his head. “It´s kind of late already and my assistant is taking a break” she said nodding at the boy peacefully sleeping with his arms over the dining table with a blanket draped over his shoulders. “I´ll be working a bit longer, but I´ll need some help. Could you give me a hand, Sann?”

The pet´s eyes widened at her before giving a hesitating nod. After a while, Sann was sitting in the ground working on the spreadsheets scattered in the coffee table while Zarai revised her part of the work when Sann felt something fuzzy covering his shoulders. When he turned to see her, clinging to the blanket, the woman looked at him for a moment before slowly pulling her hand up to his hair. The boy flinched away slightly, but as her fingers ran through his hair smoothly, the boy let his defenses down one stroke at a time. Each stroke a little closer, making him a little less stiff, until finally, he leaned into her hand with closed eyes when she cupped his face in her hand.

For a second he doubted if he needed to go further, if it was necessary for him to show eagerness but after a second she simply went back to her work, her hand going back to her lap not looking for anything else to happen. In fact, the next time she touched him, it was only to put the slipping blanket back over his shoulders.

It was a warmth he had never had so freely given at Robert Glass´ mansion.

At his Master’s house, he would sit idly by the bed and wait for the guest to come inside the room, just as ordered. His knees were callous with how much he knelt, but his body still resisted to get used to the cold when wearing just the black leather harness and collar while waiting.

The first time he had serviced another person that wasn’t his Master by his orders, his heart thrummed on his ears like a war band. It had been with many people watching, many of who he had pleased right after the other. He had pleaded in vain, made them laugh when he begged to be forgiven and reserved to only his Master. His heart had raced and lost strength over and over, so many times now, that in the silence of the guest room on those nights he waited for the guest to come inside, it was calm.

A firm rhythm that stuttered whenever he heard steps outside. That smothered when they went away and beat with renewed strength, when the door opened to a face he hadn’t seen before, yet looked amused and pleased when they stared down at him.

His mind wondered sometimes, if the albino would ever look at him that way, but the thought quickly vanished.

There was one night he fled to the studio when nightmares came for him -Of past games his Master played with him and he had no chance of winning, nor of escaping the punishment for losing- when he knelt next to the couch and woke him up with ragged sobs and face filled with tears. The albino had rushed to straighten up and sat on the ground with him, allowing him to bury his face on his chest and cry.

After he had dried himself of tears to shed, when his cheeks were red and his eyes hurt from the strain on his head, he realized the thundering thrum of his heartbeat would be quiet.

Being held was a privilege back then, but with him, it was not earned by winning a game. Nor was expected to make his heart race all over again when sleeping together.

It was strange…a placebo, maybe, to have a pillow that prevented him from slipping his hand below the other boy´s waistband when training took over his judgement. It was a rule to have it between them if Albus was going to start sleeping with him and he was definitely trying his best to keep it that way, getting used to it was quick.

But after so many nights of being woken up to collect Sann on his arms, Albus was exhausted. He had forgotten to put the pillow between them and Sann had to shake him awake a few times so he could change and slip inside the bed. Still, he had an arm over his waist.

Sann´s heart picked up when Albus pressed himself against him. Feeling his face nuzzling against his back just making it drum harder. He could feel him so well, yet, he didn´t dare to move at all. He couldn´t even hear him over the loud ba-thump, ba-thump reverberating on his head.

The shock on those red eyes, cowering on the edge of the bed was something he never wanted to see again.

So when he jolted at the other´s half asleep groan, afraid he had moved, only to notice he was trying to retrieve the arm he was crushing underneath him, he giggled wryly.

He could hear his heart get quieter as the albino retrieved his arm, most probably numbed out, with half opened eyes, he brushed his cheek with his other hand and mumbled a thanks under his breath before going back to sleep.

Sann then tried to follow, taking his hand on his own and curling around it like a cat. Effectively stopping the wild drumming on his ears that become, ever so slowly, a soft murmur that melted with the sound of soft breathing.

[artichokedoesnttrustyou]

Yes Mr. Stark, No Mr. Stark

Starker Kink Exchange prompt (That’s super late) @starkerkink

Gift for tumblr user @blankblankityblank 

Prompt: Peter or Tony finds out something that the other did and get very angry, so they punish the other. 

Tags: 18+, Explicit, Dominance, D/S, Masturbation, Edging, Whipping *

Edit 1: I am so sorry this took me so long to write. I just noticed that you requested spanking and not whipping so I'm also sorry about that. This is my first Starker fic, also first age gap fic. 

Edit 2: This has been sitting in my drafts since mid October and I’ve just been so afraid to post. Anyway it’s February almost March and I feel like shit for not giving it to you yet. So I hope you do like it. 

Ao3

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Peter was sprawled out on his shared king size bed. Hand on dick teasing himself he moaned in frustration. In need, in want. He wanted more than what his hand could provide. The tv was on, it was playing sex videos from Porn Hub. Peter had F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn it all the way up so it would feel as though he was there in the room with the actors. He had his eyes shut as he imagined the actor dom speaking to him. 

He was holding a vibrator that he was using to tease himself. The toy vibrated his inside sending small shocks through his body, he continued to push it in and out of himself. 

But between the porn star moans and the slick hand rubbing against his dick it didn’t make him feel what he wanted.

He was horny with no helpful outlet. The dom in the video wasn't doing "it" enough for him. No raspy deep voice ringing in his ears telling him what he could and couldn't do. No structure, no guidelines, no rules, expectations or consequences.... No fun. None of it was real or had his heart racing.

“Sir, Mr. Stark has arrived,” the computer generated voice of F.R.I.D.A.Y. came through. Peter could hardly hear her over the loud moans coming from the tv. A few seconds passed before it registered to Peter what she said to him. ‘Mr. Stark was back!’ Peter jumped up immediately from the news. 

“Oh fuck!” He exclaimed as he scrambled off the bed to find his discarded underpants that were thrown off along with his other clothes 20 minutes prior. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y turn off the tv,” Peter commanded as he pulled up the stretchy material to cover up his genitals. The room was suddenly quiet as he threw on the remainder of his clothing. Quickly he kicked the vibrator under the bed and rubbed his oily well lubed hands onto the bed sheets just as the door was opening.

“Hey babe,” he was greeted by Tony who wore a black suit with his tie already loose and ready to be pulled off.

“Hey!” Peter greeted back already back in bed under the sheets.

Tony looked around, a bit skeptical about what his boyfriend was doing. The room was quiet, his boyfriend was fully clothed in the room, the lights were slightly dim, and Peter’s hair was sticking up in odd places and visibly damp from where Tony’s stood.

“What were you doing?” Tony asked a small smile threatening to appear on his face. 

“Me? Oh I was,” Peter paused, his brain not coming up with anything on the fly. His eyes darted over to the tv. “I was watching tv.” 

“Tv?” Tony questioned gesturing to the off screen. “The tv that’s currently turned off?”

“Yep. Just boring old tv. I was done watching it,” Peter spoke. He made sure to keep his voice leveled. Well not too leveled or Tony would totally know something was up. He watched as Tony went to the closet and stripped himself of his clothing. 

“Maybe we can watch something together?” Tony calls over his shoulder. Peter was half way listening. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Tony's muscular back. And watching as the sun kissed skin managed to hug tightly against Tony’s muscular back making Peter wish he could run his tongue against-

“Are you listening?”

“Huh?” Peter blinked back into reality. Tony was now closer to the bed, having changed into pajama pants and a black tee. 

“I said, maybe we can watch together.”

Peters eyes went wide. “Um no, we can do anything else!”

This caused Tony to lift an eyebrow.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just excited to see you.”

“Friday turn on the tv.”

The tv turned on and the adult film that Peter was watching a view minutes ago flickered onto the tv. The sound was still raging loud and the moan from the male bounced around the room. Tony grabbed the remote and turned it down. 

“Never heard of this show, what's it called?” Tony asked as he sat the remote back down on the nightstand. “Is it ‘Lying Little Boys’?” His voice dropped a bit, real deep that it sent an electrical jolt down Peter’s spine and straight to his dick. Which by the way had gone flaccid but now twitching to be touched.

“I honestly just watch for the plot. You know the shitty acting and stuff like that. The porn was just an, uh, a second thought. Ya know?” Peter went on a little rant not paying much attention to Tony anymore but more to his own words. Tony nodded his head as if he was listening to Peter, but he wasn’t. Instead Tony was looking for evidence for what Peter was actually doing.

He pulled back the sheets that were strategically bunched up near Peter's waist. Underneath was Peter in tight black jeans, which was weird since Peter was supposedly “watching tv” and he’d feel uncomfortable laying in bed in jeans. 

Also not to mention the lube in between Peters legs. 

“Hm?” Tony tutted, waving the lube in front of Peters face. “Just for plot you say?” 

Peter’s face began to heat up from sudden embarrassment as he became very still. 

“No response little one?”

“Well uh,” Peter started unsure what to say. His words were gone and even if they were able to spill from his mouth he’d stutter out some pathetic explanation as to why there so happened to be sexual pleasure lube in bed with him.

“Play room, stripped except  for your underwear, and kneeling,” is all Tony said before Peter rolled himself out of bed and out the room.

...

Peter rushed up the steps of Mr. Stark's place at a fast walking pace. He hurried to the play room that Mr. Stark had instructed him to go just a few moments ago. He kinda fucked up. Well no, he's totally fucked up. He pulled on the hem of his shirt and quickly tugged it over his head and off of his body, leaving him cold, a shiver going down his spine. He kicked off his shoes and peeled his tight black jeans off of his body. He stood in the center of the room in his socks and underwear. Mr. Stark did say to strip. But Mr. Stark usually wants him completely nude, what's different now? He did lie straight to the others face, maybe that's what changed? Wait but if he isn't completely nude does this mean that this would be strictly punishment? Peter didn't want strictly punishment he also wanted fun.

Peter rubbed his fingers through his hair in deep thought. He was slightly panicking and he really needed to breathe. Just breathe.

He took a breath in and shook his arms out to try to calm down. 

A quick look to the door and Peter slipped out of his socks before folding them neatly in a pile and kneeling in the middle of the room.

He didn’t hear the door open but he did hear the soft click of it shutting behind Tony. Peter strained to try to hear where Mr. Stark would walk. Would it be to him or maybe to one of the many toys located around the room. 

“Stand up,” Tony said as he held wrist cuffs in his hands. As he strapped them on to Peter he talked. “You and I both know you’re not supposed to be touching what’s not yours without permission right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes sir,” Peter fixed himself. Tony hummed as he brought Peter over to the huge black X that was over by the wall. It was mantled to the garnet red wall, leaving Peter no space to run away once his wrists were connected to the top of the X. He parted his legs to be shoulder length apart as he has done so many times before. 

He felt Mr. Stark get close to him. Really close. His chest pressed firmly against Peters back, his mouth only inches away from Peters ear. It made his body cave, he wanted more, and during this whole interaction his hornyness never left him. 

“Traffic light,” Tony asked him softly into his ear. His breath sending shivers through Peter and all he wanted to do was reach out and touch his lover, his master. 

“Green,” Peter replied. 

And suddenly the warmth of Tony's body was gone. Way too quick for Peter's liking. 

The first lash was never hard, Tony always made sure that the first was a warning. It landed right across his perfect little bubble butt. Peter let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. A quick gasp as the next his his lower back with more sting to it. 

A constant flow in between the center of his shoulder blades. A criss cross type of pattern until a small squeak exited the boy's mouth that he was trying so hard to keep in. This went on for what seemed like forever. Each strike sent Peter deeper and deeper into submission as the pain started to increase. He was so lost in a haze that it took Peter a few seconds to realize that Mr. Stark had stopped. 

He looked upon the nice rosey red skin, running his hand down feeling the heat radiate off of well beaten skin. 

“Light?” Tony asked Peter and in response got green. 

“Now,” Tony started as he wrapped his arm around Peter's waist to reach his dick, he felt that the member was still half hard. “Let’s get you down and start on some real fun.”

...

“Did you have fun earlier,” Tony asked Peter as they now stood in the middle of the room. He pushed back a few strays of hair that was covering Peters face.

The shorter boy nodded his head in response.

“Verbal answers are the best answers,” Tony sang a little, rubbing his thumb over Peters lips. “Did you have fun earlier before I came in?”

“Yes I did.”

“Good.”

The fingers pressed firmly against Peters mouth And in a matter of seconds slipped right in. Peter loved objects in his mouth and sucking on fingers as well as other things brought him joy. 

“Mmm, you seem hungry would you like to suck on something more than my fingers?” Tony asked. 

“Oh please sir,” he mumbled out through the fingers.

Tony chuckles, “alright go ahead.”

He sank to the floor, the fingers out of his mouth now and in any other situation they would be missed but Peter already had his mouth set on something bigger. Something better. 

His fingers touching softly upon the dark plaid pajamas pants that Tony wore. He tugged it down as well as Tony’s boxers to reveal Tony’s semi hard member. 

He wrapped his fingers around it giving it a good few pumps before shoving it into his mouth.

Dick in mouth Peter hummed as he felt Tony’s hands comb his hair. Soft touches at first until Peter tried to pull back. 

“Have I told you that you have an amazing mouth?” Tony comments as his grip became tighter in Peters hair. It was like a handle that he used to forcefully fuck into Peters mouth. 

Peter allowed his mouth to go slack, the member going farther in. And if Peter didn’t think about it, he was able to not gag as the dick hits the back of his throat. 

But soon he needed to breathe, having not yet mastered how to breathe and suck dick at the same time. 

The wet sounds of the dick sloshing around in Peters mouth adding to the slight gagging that happened randomly turned Peter on so much. The taste of salty slime faintly on his tongue. The rough thrust from Mr. Stark. The grunts that fell from Mr. Stark as well as the almost unbearable pain of having his hair pulled. Oh yes, Peter loved all of it. 

And then it was gone.

Mr. Stark stepped back. Looking down at Peter who took this moment to catch his breath. Tony noticed a few stray tears coming from Peters eyes but he didn’t miss the smile that was also plastered upon his cute pink lips. 

“I wanna fuck you” Tony says quickly and disheveled. This caught Peters attention. To be fucked my Mr. Stark today?! But he touched himself without permission? This wasn’t adding up in his head but Mr. Stark was already walking to a drawer to get a condom and lube, and he himself was already getting on his feet to lean over the table he was instructed to go. 

He waited for a bit, quite impatiently. He was horny. Even though his dick didn’t truly show it, Peter could feel it. He needed release. And as he waited impatiently he became to rub himself against the wood he was bent over. It didn’t do much, hardly no where close to anything Peter wanted but that didn’t stop him from rubbing. Not to mention the small amount of cloth that surrounded his dick took away most of the friction he wanted. 

Sharp pain to the middle of his right ass cheek sent Peter to the tip of his toes. 

“Do you need another lesson in not touching what's not yours?” Tony's voice came from behind him. Peter wouldn’t have been able to see him even if Tony’s hand wasn't around the back of his neck stopping him from standing up straight. 

“Ah! No sir! I’m sorry sir.”

Tony aimed for the other cheek and enjoyed the small bounce of Peters ass from the sudden impact. “That’s twice you’ve done this.”

“I’m sorry sir,” Peter repeated while he pushed his ass in the air and gave it a little wiggle. 

“Oh I don’t believe you are. But that’s ok, we’ll fix that.”

A small sound of disappointment was heard from Peter and all Tony could picture is his baby’s face scrunched up in a small pleading pout. He pulled Peter up and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Stop being whiny,” he says as he kisses him again.

“Mm, yes sir.” 

After laying Peter back down Tony opened up the lube he had brought over. Pouring some onto his fingers and Peters crack, he began to push in two fingers. 

It was fairly easy for Tony to finger the other. Way too easy.

Fingers still in ass Tony grabbed Peters hair and tugged forcing a whine through Peters lips. 

“Something you wanna say boy?”

Peter gnawed softly upon his bottom lip. “No sir not really.”

In quick movements Peter was suddenly on his back looking up at Mr. Stark and the ceiling.

A smack landed upon Peters cheek. And he almost reached up to touch his face. But he caught himself.

He focused his eyes back onto Tony who was looking at him expectantly.

“That’s number three. Would you like to try again?”

Peter nodded his head unsure if he should talk. It’s been a while since he’s gotten to strike three. 

“Tell me.”

“I kicked the toy under the bed before you walked in.”

“Thank you for telling me. Are you well stretched?”

“Yes sir.”

Tony exited Peter's view. The sounds of metal dangling, best described to be chains, reached Peters ears before Tony came back into view. 

"I'm going to restrain your hands so you don't continue to touch yourself," Mr. Stark explained as he began to bring Peter’s arms together and above his head. He connected the chains to the cuffs that Peter still wore and then to an undisclosed area that Peter wasn't quite sure on. 

Once done, Tony returned to his previous position at the end of the table. He grabbed Peters hips and pulled him until his ass was on the edge.

Lining himself up he pushed himself into Peters ass. Pushing in slowly for caution just in case Peter wasn’t as stretched as Peter said he was. 

“Mmm,” he moaned once he entered completely. "I’m going to enjoy this," he smiles, making eye contact with Peter.

His thrusts began to go faster, both enjoying the friction. 

Reaching down Tony started to rub Peters dick. 

Other than his shouts of pure bliss he watches as Peter begins to twitch beneath Tony’s touch. 

But soon in the middle of his own blist Tony started to notice that Peter was also close to orgasming so he removed his hand and forced more on his humping. 

The room was filled with yes’s and fuck’s as Tony soon reached his climaxed. 

Tony pulls out, catching his breath. He looked at Peter who had the most wanting look in his eyes. Tony pulled off the condom and discarded it in the trash can across the room. 

He came back and looked down at Peter before bringing his hand down Peters stomach. 

“Do you want attention now?” Tony asks.

“Yes, please yes.”

That’s all Tony needed to hear.

His hand on Peters dick jacking him up and down. The sweetest moans escaping Peter's mouth. 

He loved doing this. Knowing that he was the one giving Peters the pleasure that Peter wanted. He just needed to remind Peter of their dynamic. 

Peters toes began to curl meaning he was getting close to his orgasm.

And then Tony stopped. He pulled back his hands and momentarily discontinued all physical contact with Peter.

“No, no,” Peter begs. The words falling from his lips without him even thinking. 

“Huh? What was that?” Tony asks, lifting an eyebrow. He walked around the table until he was by Peters head, looking down and over him. They looked at each other. Well Tony looked at Peter, and Peter squeezed his eyes shut as he pulled on the bondage that kept his hands away from touching himself. 

“S- sir,” Peter begs.

“Yes Peter?”

“Please.” 

“Please? Are you asking me to continue?” Tony asks. “But I thought I was ‘sir’? Am I not?”

Peter frantically nods his head.

“Please sir, yes sir. It’s up to you.”

He ran his hand over Peters nipples, twisting them a little to force a few grunts and pitiful whines from the other. A smile forming on Tony's face.

“Will you tell me if you are close to orgasm?” Tony asks.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, that was one.”

Tony reached for the lube while he walked back to the other end of the table, Peter watching his every move. He poured a bit more onto his hand and then firmly grabbed Peters dick again. 

“Mmm fuck,” Peter mumbles out. 

He moved his hips up toward Tonys hand basically fucking it. He squeezed his eyes shut as his body tenses. All he wanted was to get off. 

“Sir, i'm close, can I please come?”

“No.”

A word that Peter most definitely did not like one bit. And he felt Tony's hand disappear from around his dick.

“Nooo,” he whines knowing full well he wasn't going to win this interaction. If Tony said no then Tony said no. That's how it works. 

“Please?” he begs again softly. 

Tony leaned down and casually kissed Peter's stomach. “No.”

A whine escaped his mouth and he once again tugs on his restraints. 

A small chuckle escaped Tony's mouth as he watched the other tug on the strains in a totterly like tantrum. Soon enough Peter settled down and looked at Tony with the world's biggest brown eyes. Full of lust and want and willing to do anything that Tony would say, Tony like that.

“What number are we on?” Tony asks, joking with Peter. 

“Sir it was two” Peter pants arching his body towards Tony's touch. But to his dismay Tony kept his hand just inches from having contact. 

“Are you sure it's two? It doesn't feel like it's two. I think we're just on one”

“But-” Peter's voice crack with complete despair which made Tony smile. 

“Just kidding. One more time, can you do that for me?” 

“Yes, yes I can,” Peter nods. Tony waited until Peter relaxed on the table once more before applying more lube onto his hand. 

This time he made sure to have a firm grip on Peters dick as he made the hand motions of going up and down. 

And soon enough Peter was on edge again. 

“S-sir,” Peter starts, mumbling the word over and over as if it's the only thing he can say.    

“Hmm?” 

“I’m close, I’m so close. Can I-?” he was cut off by his own moan. 

Tony didn’t say anything, instead he kept his motions going. Listening to Peters begs and moans, gosh Peter was so sensitive it was amazing.

“Go ahead,” Peter heard Tony say. In a matter of minutes he felt the knot that was in his stomach finally release and all the happy feels starts to rush around him. Tony kept jacking him off as Peter released in his hand. 

Tony leaned down and placed a kiss onto Peters check. “Good job honey” he whispers. 

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I hope you liked it. I didn't incorporate after care, please don't ask why.

*I know I’m missing tags however idk what they are so please tell me what is missing

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YOUTUBER AU I’m such a fucking sucker for those. It can be anything you want really. Maybe they are friends doing a challenge or something and they end up kissing (or more ;)) or they could meet each other at like a creator even and take a pic together and everyone starts to ship them... :)

HI! Anon I am so sorry, life has been *general handwaving* a MESS. But, I’ve finally gotten most of my shit together and look! A fic! Finally!!! I hope you enjoy two ridiculous boys being ridiculous.

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“You guys asked for it, and here it is. The explanation to Bendy and the Ink Machine! Now, I’ve watched a ton of playthroughs of this, especially The RatKing’s, as well as played through it myself, and I think I’ve got it.” 

Such a simple statement, it made it through both of the editors as well as Steve and Dustin themselves without raising any red flags. But as with everything, once it had been released on the internet it became fuel for fans to break apart and over analyze. 

The comments started pouring in, the standard mix of support and people trying to break apart his theory. But one comment in particular would stand out and begin something so much bigger than itself. 

Twenty minutes after Steve had pressed upload, someone with the username Random Hoe posted a comment saying Awe! A collab between you and Billy would be totes amazing!! While an innocent comment in itself, it began to pick up steam as people ranted and demanded for the two popular youtubers to interact more. It turned from video ideas to outright shipping within two hours, and only five hours after the video had been up, people began tagging Steve on Twitter with everything from edited screen grabs to fanart and video edits, all about Steve and Billy’s secret yet undying love for each other. 

Steve had almost quit Youtube as the fanbase for what had been dubbed “Stilly” steadily grew and became all the more ravenous. There were less and less comments and reactions to his theories, whether movie, video game, or even book related, and more and more comments about how he needed to do a collab with Billy ASAP, and how he’s queerbaiting, and how it’s okay to come out, it was 20Gayteen after all. He had tried to do damage control, but it only made things worse. 

And then someone showed Billy, and Steve not only wanted to quit Youtube, but also crawl under a rock. 

Billy’s only reaction to someone sending him a picture of Steve and Billy during a live stream was “Nice art, like the hair,” but Steve could have sworn his mouth twitched down in a grimace before Billy recovered his composure. 

But Dustin had convinced Steve to keep going, and with two months of no recognition or new content, the frenzy of Stilly shipping died down. It never disappeared, but no one sent anymore art to Billy and stopped tagging Steve in all of their posts. That had been in February. 

Vidcon was in June, and Stilly was the least of Steve’s worries. He’d been asked to host a panel on the new game show he and Dustin had begun hosting on Youtube TV about pop culture trivia, and then host a live episode with various Youtube guests as competitors. It promised to be relatively simple, a simple explanation of the origin and behind-the-scenes and a simple Q&A session followed by what he spent every Thursday doing for the past two months. And it was, him and Dustin breezing through the panel bouncing off of each other and the first round of Did You Know? You Don’t Say? flying by as the famed beauty guru aced almost every question. But once the second guest stepped on stage, Steve knew it was all going to go to shit. 

Because Billy Hargrove, The Rat King himself, swaggered out on the stage in flip flops and an Everlast crop top and flopped into the contestant’s chair with a smirk. Steve froze, mouth suddenly drier than a desert. 

Luckily, Dustin didn’t even stutter. “Ah! The next victim. Should we go easy on him?” He waggled his eyebrows as he asked the audience. The audience shouting brought Steve out of his daze, and with a shake of his head, he turned and spread his arms out wide. 

“Well then, let’s begin. So, Billy, Do you know what the rarest MnM color is?” 

The cocky smirk melted off of Billy’s face, replaced by one of thoughtful determination. He’s silent for only a moment before he looks up and says, “Brown, like your eyes, Pretty Boy.” Steve feels his pale skin flush with heat, but he coughs and tries to play it off.

“Quite the charmer there, Rat King. Luckily, your lines are actually true. One point! Let’s see it!” He calls out and then looks behind him to the television screen currently displaying the scoreboard. A large blocky 1 appears and the audience cheers. 

“Alrighty then,” Dustin says after the crowd dies down. “Next question. Billy, Do you know the original name of Istanbul?” Billy chuckles, and shakes his head.

“Easy. Constantinople.”

Dustin fake pouts and looks over to Billy. “None of that Rat King charm for me?” The audience laughs, and Billy chuckles before throwing a wink at Dustin.

“Not quite old enough to ride this ride, bud.” 

Dustin scoffs and shakes his head, making the curls bounce around wildly. “Whatever you say, old man. You did get it right by the way. Let me see another point!” Dustin mimics Steve and gestures towards the scoreboard which now shows a big, white 2. 

“Your turn, Pretty Boy. Give me something hard.”

“Alright. Let’s see.” Steve pretends to look over his notes before seeing the perfect question. “So, Billy, Do you know which two American states don’t observe daylight savings time?” Billy stares blankly at Steve. This was the final question in their lineup, but he had asked for a hard question. 

Luckily, Billy recovers quickly and clears his throat before giving another chuckle. “Damn, I know I said give me a hard one, but I wasn’t expecting that. I’m gonna go with Hawaii and Alaska?” Steve shakes his head and gives a small sigh. 

Dustin gives a little cheer, and then runs over to a table off to the side of the stage where they have a cue card that the contestant has to read off of if they lose. It was Dustin’s idea, the You don’t say? part of the title. It’s his favorite part of the show, because they get to see their contestants say some ridiculous things.

“Well, unfortunately, that was incorrect,” Steve announces over the booing audience. “And, following the rules, you now have to read whatever is on this card.” Dustin hands Billy the cue card with a wicked grin. 

Billy sighs and flips over the card. There’s a moment of silence as he reads over what the card says, and then he looks up at Steve and clears his throat.

“Would a Pretty Boy want to go out with me?” He says in a clear voice, gaze never leaving Steve’s. 

Suddenly too many things for Steve to process happen at once. He feels the heat return to his cheeks and his mouth dry out again, the audience goes wild, and a buzzer sounds, signaling that they were out of time for Did You Know? You Don’t Say? Dustin comes through and pushes a frozen Steve off-stage, where Billy is waiting in the wings. With the audience’s weighty gaze gone, the feeling returns to Steve all at once.

“What the hell man? What was that out there?” He hissed at Billy. The man simply shrugs and gives another one of his trademark smirks.

“Just giving the people what they want, Princess. Try to keep up.” And then he turns around, and walks away. Simple as that. Nothing to it. 

Steve wants to scream. Fortunately, he and Dustin have been friends for years, and he knows all of Steve’s tics by now. The stagehands shoo them from the wings, and he pulls Steve through one of the backdoors to outside the convention center. Somehow, he also procures a water bottle in the hustle, and hands it to Steve once they’re both sitting on the steps outside. Steve takes the water bottle gratefully and chugs half of it in one long gulp. He pulls it away and wipes at his face before sighing. He seems to deflate, like a balloon losing all of its helium at once, and Dustin puts an arm around him. It’s awkward because he’s shorter than Steve, but it’s still comforting nonetheless. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Dustin asks quietly.

“I- I’m so stupid. For just a second I thought it was real, but why would it be? What would someone like him see in someone like me?” Dustin lets out a huff before pulling away and turning towards Steve.

“Steve, buddy, pal o’ mine. You’re an idiot. If anything, he doesn’t deserve you. He’s a pompous ass for pulling a stunt like that. It’s bullshit.” 

“He could have anyone. Between his paycheck and his pecs, he’s one of Youtube’s hottest content creators.”

“Yeah, sure. But for the sake of alliteration, he also lacks personality. The guy’s a huge dick! And he proved it today. He knew that you wouldn’t shut him down and bitch him out on stage, so he thought it would be funny to pull that shit.”

“Yeah, he is kind of just a publicity-seeking asshole, you’re right,” Steve admits, feeling a little better, and a lot angrier. “You know what, Dusty-Poo? I’m gonna find him, and give him a piece of my mind.” He stands up, itching for a fight and knowing who to go find for one.

“Tha-that’s not exactly what I meant but sure! Go knock him down a peg.” Dustin stands up as well and follows Steve back onto the main showfloor. 

It takes about twenty minutes to find Billy amongst the crowd but Steve sees him, and locks in like a tiger stalking his prey. Or something cool like that. Thankfully, Steve doesn’t have to make a huge scene as he walks up to Billy and gets in his face. 

“You. Me. Conference Room 3. Now,” Steve says, poking a finger in the middle of Billy’s chest to emphasize his point. Billy chuckles, but still follows along as they walk into the empty conference room. Once they clear the doors and Steve hears them swing shut behind them, he turns to Billy.

“Explain. What the fuck was the point of that little,” he wavs his hand around, “stunt you pulled during the game show?” 

Billy raises an eyebrow. “Told you Pretty Boy. I gave the people what they wanted. 

“So that’s it? It was a publicity stunt?” 

“You tell me. You’re the one who started the whole thing,” Billy shoots back, still holding on to an air of nonchalance, but Steve can his patience waning.

“You- you mean the stuff from February? When I happened to mention you in one video? You think I meant for that shitstorm to start, for fun and publicity?” 

Billy only shrugs again.

“Okay. Nope. Again, I mentioned your channel one time, as a source. Gave credit where credit was due. I do it for all the channels I watch! I’ve mentioned Nancy’s channel like 8 times, and Jonathan’s too. Never had this shit started with them.”

“They’re married, Steve. Like super married. Of course it wouldn’t. We’re both single, queer youtubers. Of course shit’s gonna stop. Didn’t your agent or whoever look over your video?”

Steve huffs. “Oh yeah, let me just go hire an agent, cause I have such a need for someone to monitor my every move,” Steve snarked. Billy just looked at him like he had failed to add 2 and 3.

“You’re telling me you, part of one of the biggest channels on Youtube, don’t have an agent?” 

“We’re not one of the biggest channels, and we’ve never needed one! We’ve got our team of editors and assistants, no need for some agent.”

“Steve,” Billy says patiently, like he was explaining something to a child, “You have over 4 million subscribers. That’s a big channel.” 

“We’re still not one of the biggest channels, dipshit.”

“Oh, I'm the dipshit? I didn’t start a fucking fandom frenzy apparently by accident. Because I was smart and got a fucking agent.”

“You’re such an asshole.” 

“Whatever you say Princess.”

“Stop fucking calling me a princess!” Steve screams, voice booming in the silent conference room. “Why do you do that? Pretty Boy, Princess, Stevie? Just- just stop with the fucking nicknames. It’s not fair.” The second part of his outburst comes out as a whisper, sounding almost desperate. 

Billy was at a loss for words, but then again, he had always been more of a man of action. 

So he says nothing, only gives a seconds’ thought of what he was going to do, before lunging forward and doing it. 

Steve’s next words are muffled as Billy crashes their lips together with absolutely no finesse, teeth clacking. It probably constituted as the worst kiss Billy has ever had, but as he moves back, Steve grabs a fist full of blond locks and pulls him forward. Their 

second kiss is far better. By no means is it soft, but that was just par for the course with them wasn’t it? 

The kiss comes to a natural ending as they both pull back to breath, before Steve starts to giggle. 

“You really need to work on your pick-up lines, Rat King.”

A soft gasp from the doorway cuts off Billy’s retort, and they both turn to see a girl decked out in Youtube merch, including a jacket with the Upside Down Theories logo on it. She had dropped her backpack, and was open-mouthed gaping at the two. Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates as she frantically gathers up her backpack and shoots out of the conference room. 

“Chances that this blows up online by tomorrow?” Steve asks, turning to the blond next to him. 

“I’m betting in the next two hours, Pretty Boy,” Billy replies.

A wicked smirk creeps onto Steve’s lips as he shrugs and says, “Oops. What was that about getting an agent to help with this stuff?” 

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Aside from this taking FOREVER, I hope you guys enjoy this! It was tons of fun to write.

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Shawn Michaels: The Showstopper Unreleased

WWE has release a few Shawn Michaels DVDs over the years, but continuing on the theme of my last few wrestling-centered entries, WWE Home Video stuck with their “unreleased” brand of DVDs in 2018 with the three-disc release of Shawn Michaels: The Showstopper Unreleased (intro - I could not locate a trailer for this anywhere!). In that clip Shawn quips that the producers deserve an award for finding previously unreleased matches. I believe the criteria for this release is still similar to previous “Unreleased” collections where they may have aired on television (and thus likely in the WWE Network archives) or long discontinued VHS tapes, but this DVD will mark the first time the matches are available on disc. Also included is a new interview with Michaels that they broke up in several parts and sporadically inserted throughout the collection. The first disc is something special as it essentially is a “Best of Rockers” DVD. The first two matches are from Shawn’s rookie year in 1985 for Mid-South in quick enhancement matches for Hector & Chavo Guerrero and Jake “The Snake” Roberts. Matches serve their purpose, but it is nonetheless fascinating to see how Shawn had that already apparent potential in him way back in 1985. The remaining 11 matches on the first disc are all Rockers matches, with the first three tag matches being from their Midnight Rockers AWA days with two bouts against Doug Summers & Buddy Rose and one more with Brian Knobbs & Dennis “I’m not booked” Stamp. The two Summers & Rose matches are show-stealers that had exhilarating beginning/middle/end structures, and was fun to watch the 1980s crowd go nuts for.

The first disc is almost all AWA & WWF Rockers matches!! For the eight WWF Rockers matches, they consist of almost an all-star lineup of a golden age for WWF tag teams where they square off against the likes of Demolition, Brain Busters, Hart Foundation, Natural Disasters and Legion of Doom. The sad thing about The Rockers back then is that as charismatic and agile as they were back then, they mostly made other teams look good in their WWF run and that is the case here as they lose six of those eight WWF matches. Even worse is the two matches they win is a DQ win against the Rougeaus after Jimmy Hart’s megaphone is used, and a countout win against the Orient Express. That said, a lot of the other matches are pretty damn good, with high honors going to the Brain Busters bout, two Demolition matches and surprisingly working in a lot of good stuff against Legion of Doom. Worth pointing out is another good match against the Hart Foundation where it seems noticeable the teams missed their cue to go home because the match starts to feel there is no end in sight when out of nowhere during an abdominal stretch a bunch of wrestlers run in and an awkward impromptu brawl ensues and the match is declared a draw.

Disc two has 12 matches from Shawn’s first singles WWF run from 1992-1998. Some highlights from this are an unsurprising technical showcase with Mr. Perfect, oddly having a positive dynamic with Bret Hart to team up against the Blu Brothers in 1995 and predictable-yet-high quality formula matches during his first WWF Title run against 1-2-3 Kid and Steve Austin. Disc two has a disappointing triple tag elimination match with Shawn, Diesel and Undertaker against Psycho Sid, Tatanka and Kama filled with lots of stalling and headscratching booking for the eliminations. There is also a questionable match against Vader a month after their controversial-yet-excellent Summerslam match, where in this match Shawn takes 95% of the offense and quickly squashes Vader in three minutes. There is also a fascinating bout against Yokozuna from the summer of 1996 in Kuwait, when Yoko is nearing the end of his WWF run due to him putting on excess weight, and the match kind of expectedly plods along, until something must have clicked for Shawn to motivate Yoko into a pretty watchable match in the back half, and the two show respect afterwards which was awesome to see….until Yoko suddenly darts off to the back like he really has to go to the bathroom. The third disc consists of 10 matches from Shawn’s return run to WWE from 2002-2010. All the matches here are from RAW, so that means they follow the formula that still holds true for WWE TV main events today where it is either a cobbled together tag match, or a really good one-on-one match with interference or a hokey finish. There are a couple exceptions with worthwhile clean matches against Ric Flair during a Japan 2005 tour and against Christian in 2004 when he was building momentum with Tyson Tomko by his side. HBK’s matches against Rob Van Dam, Kurt Angle and Chris Jericho are the highlights on disc three, but all three contests have varying degrees of interference to effect the finishes, and in some cases it actually benefits the match as is the case with Angle with the story they were telling. I was delighted to see a post-RAW dark match included with Shawn teaming with Batista against Triple H and Edge. WWE is notorious for usually doing a fun untelevised promo or bonus match for the fans after the cameras go off the air with some quirky moments that would never fly in a televised match. That is the case here with Triple H doing lots of exaggerated selling and fun jawing with the crowd that absolutely ate it all up for a fun time.

Shawn didn't disappoint in his 21st century run, with matches included here that don't disappoint against Ric Flair and Kurt Angle. A couple of promos are uncovered like Shawn doing an open Q&A with the fans when Sensational Sherri was managing Michaels early in his singles run. Another amusing bonus promo is Shawn and Diesel doing a Times Square workout session to hype up their upcoming WrestleMania 11 match with the one-and-only Todd Pentigill hosting. The several interview clips inserted throughout the DVDs has Shawn hitting on certain parts on where he was at that stage in his career and reflecting on the infamous Barber Shop break-up with Marty, his 2002 return, rebooting a less edgy, more goofball version of DX in 2006 and retiring in 2010 (this was filmed before his ill-fated Saudi Arabia return match). From these series of introspections, it was fascinating to hear Shawn think back on why he was not all-in for teaming with Jose Lathario in his WWE Title run, and hearing him settling on being a family man in retirement and turning down multiple

WrestleMania return matches. There are also a few sets of interviews with NXT talent commenting on how lucky they are to have Shawn as a teacher at the WWE Performance Center. Shawn comments a few times here too on being proud of passing on his knowledge, and it is obvious he is genuine on his passion for his new role building talent in NXT. WWE has once again amassed another recommended collection of un-vaulted matches. I am digging this format following the Piper and Macho Man sets where they break up the action every few matches with a set of interviews. Wort mentioning is about a quarter of the 35 matches here have no commentary because they were either dark matches, or from arena shows WWE use to film at regionally in the 80s and 90s and never recorded commentary for and/or lost the rights for the commentary. While there are some skippable matches, the good-to-bad ratio is largely in the positive here, and the not-so-good bouts usually at least have an entertaining backstory or era they emanate from. This all adds up for Shawn Michaels: The Showstopper Unreleased being another must-have installment of the Unreleased branding. Past Wrestling Blogs Best of WCW Clash of Champions Best of WCW Monday Nitro Volume 2 Best of WCW Monday Nitro Volume 3 Biggest Knuckleheads Bobby The Brain Heenan Daniel Bryan: Just Say Yes Yes Yes DDP: Positively Living Dusty Rhodes WWE Network Specials ECW Unreleased: Vol 1 ECW Unreleased: Vol 2 ECW Unreleased: Vol 3 Eric Bishoff: Wrestlings Most Controversial Figure Fight Owens Fight: The Kevin Owens Story For All Mankind Getting Rowdy: The Unreleased Matches of Roddy Piper Goldberg: The Ultimate Collection Hulk Hogans Unreleased Collectors Series Impact Wresting Presents: Best of Hulk Hogan Its Good to Be the King: The Jerry Lawler Story The Kliq Rules Ladies and Gentlemen My Name is Paul Heyman Legends of Mid South Wrestling Macho Man: The Randy Savage Story Memphis Heat NXT: From Secret to Sensation NXT Greatest Matches Vol 1 OMG Vol 2: Top 50 Incidents in WCW History OMG Vol 3: Top 50 Incidents in ECW History Owen: Hart of Gold Randy Savage Unreleased: The Unseen Matches of the Macho Man RoH Supercard of Honor 2010-Present ScoobyDoo Wrestlemania Mystery Scott Hall: Living on a Razors Edge Shawn Michaels: My Journey Sting: Into the Light Straight Outta Dudley-ville: Legacy of the Dudley Boyz Straight to the Top: Money in the Bank Anthology Superstar Collection: Zach Ryder Then Now Forever – The Evolution of WWEs Womens Division TLC 2017 TNA Lockdown 2005-2016 Top 50 Superstars of All Time Tough Enough: Million Dollar Season True Giants Ultimate Fan Pack: Roman Reigns Ultimate Warrior: Always Believe War Games: WCWs Most Notorious Matches Warrior Week on WWE Network Wrestlemania III: Championship Edition Wrestlemania 28-Present The Wrestler (2008) Wrestling Road Diaries Too Wrestling Road Diaries Three: Funny Equals Money Wrestlings Greatest Factions WWE Network Original Specials First Half 2015 WWE Network Original Specials Second Half 2015 WWE Network Original Specials First Half 2016 WWE Network Original Specials Second Half 2016 WWE Network Original Specials First Half 2017

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Kodomo No Omocha’s Sticker Album Highlights (Merlin, 2001, Italian)

Let's keep talking about retro japanese cartoons, shall we? I've done some posts lately in which I reviewed Game Boy games based on comics or animations from Japan, with the intention of covering series that I either used to watch as a kid or recall being popular during the GB and GBC eras. A lot of these games have never been released outside Japan, so it's also an occasion to gather up some imports and see what Italy has missed on. There's actually a particular cartoon I wanted to talk about since the start of this research, but unfortunately it seems it has never recieved any videogame adaptation. But hey, this is my blog, and I can talk about whatever I want! >:C Also I suddenly remembered my Fandom tag has been created purposely for non-gaming objects. >.> So, let's look at some stickers while I tell you the tale of Rossana.

Rossana can be best described as the soap opera that spawned a second wave of nipponic hysteria among every single italian person under 20 during the very last period of the 90s. It's like The Bold And The Beautiful looked at Pokèmon and said "yeah, I want something like that.". Its popularity hit even harder my personal view of the world as the plot starts with the protagonists attending the last year of elementary school... which is exactly what me and my friends were doing, multiplying the relatable factor tenfold. This cartoon took everyone by their necks since its first episode: it was broadcasted on what was, at the time, the best and most popular italian channel for children entertainment, and heavily advertised before starting, so we knew exactly when to tune in to catch it. The day after the first episode, school looked like a different place. Everyone in class was chanting the opening at the top of their lungs; boys were acting like the male protagonists, all girls mimicked the main role Rossana, the more artisticly inclined ones started doodling the characters anywhere possible, including textbooks and homework. Teachers were in tears. I had watched the first episode and found it amusing enough to keep me entertained, so for some period I fully partecipated in the general enjoyment of the cartoon. Then, I started missing episodes (when you missed something on TV during the 90s... it was gone!) and upon returning to it, I found the plot had become much more complex and centered on sentimental intrigues, of which I never gave a toss about, so I jumped off the hype train while others still followed it until the end.

As it is usual for these productions, Rossana was another anime based on a manga series; the original work is titled "Kodomo No Omocha" (which literally means "Children's Plaything"... yeah, I too find it a tad creepy), drawn by mangaka Miho Obana and serialized by Ribon from 1994 to 1998. It tells the story of Rossana Kurata, a child actress (an idol in the original story) trying to balance her career with a normal kid's life by going to school and having normal friends: however, her class is anything but normal and she finds herself often fighting against the biggest bully of the school group, Hayama (translated as Heric in italian). As the story progresses, though, Sana understands Heric's complex and at times completely inappropriate attitude is a result of a troubled childhood, having lost his mother at birth and being bullied by his older sister and completely ignored by his father. Willing to help him out, Sana befriends him and starts to develop even deeper feelings, also sharing her own troubled past: she had been actually abandoned as a newborn and adopted by Misako, a famous writer. New characters are introduced along the way, among which the child actor Charles, Sana's schoolmate but also colleague which the girl will work alongside during a trip to the States, and Funny, an extremely extroverted kid that will at first become close friends with Sana, but that will, at some point, steal Heric's heart, leaving Sana to deal with heartbreak and jealousy. Despite the story being drawn in an energetic shojo style and the episodes showing many hysterical/demential jokes along the way, Kodomo No Omocha is a dramatic story centered on overcoming past secrets, venomous feelings, and describing the difficult shift from childhood to adolescence.

The original 10 manga volumes got adapted for animation in 102 episodes, which broadcasted on TV Tokyo from 1996 to 1998. In Italy, the anime got imported first with the direct title "Rossana": it was aired in its entirety during all of the year 2000, and yes, all the 102 episodes got translated! Unfortunately, the channel wanted to make Rossana completely targetable to little kids, which meant that many plot elements had to undergo heavy censorship. The result was a comedy/demential series that at times showed a sentimental route, and for the rest felt very cut, like it was hiding something. This was no Chou Gals!-styled localizaion effort: scenes were edited or completely deleted, names and terms translated losing all context, graphics and objects concerning japanese culture got zoomed out, some episodes even aired randomly without following the original order, and finally the ending got cut, leaving it as an open cliffhanger. Kodomo No Omocha is, originally, marketed towards an adolescent audience, but kids are a much more profitable target, so a lot of the original plot points went away: Sana no longer thinks of Rei (her adult manager, called Robby in italian) as his boyfriend; it's never mentioned that her actual mother abandoned her in a park after giving birth at only 14 years old; and many instances in which some kids (Heric, but also Komori in later eps) practice self-harm or have suicidal thoughts are cut in their entirety. And yet, despite this general mangling, the story managed to become popular anyway, gaining three reruns, some video distribution on VHS and DVD (both cut, for unknown reasons, after the 20th episode), and an opening with lyrics that will never leave the minds of an entire generation. The manga got translated only after 2002, getting marketed instead for its actual audience and going for a literal translation of its original title: "Il giocattolo dei bambini - Rossana" got published by Dynit in its entirety, however I'm not sure wether it underwent the same censorship measures of the cartoon or it was left to a more faithful state.

The hype about Rossana was interestingly lacking of any substantial, original merchandise imported from their origin country; instead, every gadget we had about the anime was produced by italian companies and it consisted in the usual cheapish stuff sold in order to cash a quick buck on popular media. We had school supplies such as bags, pencil cases and diaries, decorated stationary, and the never-missing sticker album. This last merchandise, aptly featured in this post, is what I remember most since everyone was trading doubles at school; the blindingly hot pink package has also burned a permanent image in my mind. Published by Merlin in 2001, Rossana's abundantly pink album could contain 204 stickers; be them glossy, holographic, single or combined, it adds up as quite a large selection considering that all images shown were nothing more than screenshots of the cartoon, with album pages filling up a description of episodes shown, or giving a little more insight on the general plot. At least my previously reviewed Pokèmon album showed interesting action poses by Sugimori and doubled up as a Pokèdex, but I do recognize the latter can count on a much more substantial franchise. What Rossana's album excels in, though, is its value; remember when I said a completed Pokèmon album was only worth a few bucks? Well, a completed Rossana album goes instead for nothing less than a hundred euros on secondhand markets. Even the single stickers, if sold in lots, can become a pretty penny, and still sealed booster packs can range from 30 to 70 euros depending on how many you're selling. I can already picture italian readers going through their cupboards to see if they still have this relic intact! As for me, I was too focused on Pokèmon during that period to care about filling up another sticker album, so I had completely skipped that. And no, I'm not gonna spend 100+ euros on an album just to make a Fandom post: what you're seeing here are all images collectors have shown to the net.

It's interesting to notice that Merlin tried to cash in on the anime's popularity even beyond the sticker album itself, by advertising even among the album pages an upcoming periodical (monthly I suppose?) magazine almost all centered on the cartoon, but trying to double up as a typical girls' magazine with pictures of boybands, various articles, and the always present and equally emberassing mail section. For some reason I have very vivid flashbacks of me going through the pages of the first volume: probably some friend brought it at school, they had it lying about at their house, or I may have bought it along with other girls then left it to them. This mag was nothing particular and doomed to be shortlived: you can't keep a single anime series relevant forever, and it was apparent that arguments tried to always pull Rossana into context when in reality it had nothing to do with the articles. It seemingly disappeared after its second issue, and got buried under the sheer abundance of more relevant girly mags, among which the legendary Cioè.

All in all, Rossana’s shout of livelyhood was probably short, but loud enough to have shook the heart and soul of many of us, especially in this country. It’s apparent that companies wanted to keep the profit margin as high as possible by not importing any substantial japanese gadget about Sana and opting instead for printed publications or cheapy stationery; however, apart from dolls, plushes and general toys, even Japan didn’t seem too keen on releasing actually peculiar stuff dedicated to the franchise. The most technological gimmick I found is a toy audio recorder, of which I can only find a few images online and not even one single listing so I can get and review it. Maybe I’m just sour no one ever thought about doing a Game Boy adaptation, because I’m sure it would’ve been a major hit among girls here. Oh well, can’t change the past... but surely you can remember it. :)

[dianapana]

SasuHina Month 2020- Day 18

Prompr 18-Movie Stars AU

Initially I wanted to do this in the same universe as the fake dating one. It’s based on pretty much the same idea I guess. I wrote this a few years ago and I wanted to use it; hope yall don’t mind. Love ~Dia

<<Their break-up was the kind of thing that filled front pages for days, it was the talk of the internet, much like their first hook-up was, much like their first meet-up was. Despite working on the same set for a few months, their schedules never matched, they never had a scene together, they were never even in the same building, yet once the movie hit the screens, the unlikely couple picked up fans and speed like a snowball rolling down a hill.

It didn’t matter to the fans that the two raven-haired young adults were never on screen at the same time, the only thing that picked their interest was one of Sasuke’s character line which mentioned something that had an indirect reference to Hinata’s character. That was all it took for the ‘SasuHina’ fan base to blow up out of proportions.

The ‘sasuhina’ tag grew bigger each day on all social media platforms, until it received the attention of a few small magazines, then bigger ones which led to several questions asked to both celebrities about the other.

On a red-carpet interview, a reporter from ‘KonohaNow!’ Asked Hinata what was her first impression when she met the Uchiha heartthrob, after a small laugh caused by the subject of the said question, Hinata stated “No, but really, I never even met Sasuke. Once the trailer launched, I noticed a few posts about me and him, but I honestly never expected it get this big. You’d be surprised how many rumors I heard about the two of us, despite us never actually being in the same room”

The said declaration set the fans on fire, making it their top priority to get the two of them to formally meet, of course in a public way. So, a few months later, both of them stood on a chair across from each other live on ‘The Akatsuki’, while Deidara couldn’t help but grin at the two. Once the show was live it was ranked as one of the most viewed talk-shows in the past years.

After Deidara finished his usual introduction, the two of them got up and officially shook hands and introduced each other. The gesture was a bit awkward which did not escape the public eye, making them come up with reasons such as they were shy to meet, or nervous. If the fandom was big before, after their ‘meet cute’ it had tripled, making both of them rise on the popularity ladder quite a bit.

Even so, the moment that it was certain that SasuHina was real, was a year after their meet, when without any promoting, a trailer for a movie was launched, with the two of them as the main characters that made a deal to help each other commit suicide. The movie was the most expected one of that year, despite no one knowing anything about it but those 50 seconds showing both of them in front of their laptops writing mails to the other. The title was vague “50 Days” and there were no promoting methods, from posters of the movie, to short interviews about it, none of those existed.

Every talk show host that asked to make an interview about the said movie was shut down, critics were confused by the secrecy, since directors tend to do as much advertising as they can, but it turned out that doing nothing, was the perfect method to make everyone talk about the movie. Once it hit the screens a few months later, the fans that expected it purely based on the actors playing were pleasantly surprised with a well written plot, and marvelous filming and editing. The ending of the movie, was one that left its mark on the YA movie industry, making everyone wish that the heroine would have found her partners in crime affection enough to make her wish to live, but sadly it didn’t. The ending broke the world’s heart, but no one seemed to mind at all, since the film featured a couple of shared intimacies between the Hyuuga girl and Uchiha boy. From kisses to, warm hugs and even the dramatic final scene, of Sasuke’s character walking away crying after Hinata’s character funeral, all the tragedy was forgiven.

After finally all the secrets of the movie being spilled, the two actors had the freedom to share everything about the making of the film, from the easiness of working together, to their fast friendship. Pictures of them together on and off set started filling the internet and newspapers for a period of time, only to die down for a couple of months.

Their radio silence was picked up as a sign of their relationship, which was in the ‘hiding’ at that moment. As crazy as it seemed at the time, the theories were proven somewhat right when a picture of them kissing was featured on the front page of a magazine, followed by a video posted on Hinata’s Instagram with her and Sasuke doing a silly dance which ended with the pair hugging and sharing a small kiss.

The fandom could not hold their excitement back, their relationship was labeled as ‘goals’ for the duration of 3 years, the length of it. But a couple of weeks after Sasuke’s 25th birthday their relations suddenly ended.

The media and fans were confused, since they never once made any statement of not getting along, their last picture together was barely a week before the break-up and they seemed content. Everyone was expecting a marriage, not a break-up!>>

It came hard for him to read about his failed love life on every magazine and news site in the world, but whenever he saw anything with her name, he couldn’t help but read, because maybe one of these writers would say something remotely close to the possibility of their break-up being fake, or them getting back together, yet none did that.

“You’re sulking again”

Gaara, his friend and bodyguard told him. The redheaded man was sitting on his sofa as well, switching between Tv channels, to anyone he would have looked like a friend only, not like the man in charge of the safety of his life. Sasuke sighed and put his pad on the coffee table.  

“She’ll be back.”

The Sabaku man reassured him, he had been saying that every day since the break-up, and each day it seemed more of a lie. At the beginning he was certain Hinata would turn around and run back to his side, but as weeks passed, he was starting to doubt the possibility.

“You put too much faith in her”

The black-eyed man said while walking into the hallway leading to his bedroom, he was tired and needed sleep. His bed was the only comfort he still had. It was their bed for 3 years. The bedsheets still smelled like her even after being washed a number of times, the mattress still held her body shape.

The last phrase from the article he just read sat heavy on his brain. << Everyone was expecting a marriage, not a break-up!>> He sure had too. He had asked Hinata to marry him, and she dead-pan rejected him, not only did she say no, but she had actually got up and left him.

He knew that she must have had a good reason to leave, he just couldn’t figure out what. Before the said incident, she had been dropping hints here and there about getting married. Subtle hints from sighing happily at the end of rom-cons when the couple got married, to straight up forward questions such as whether he would be alright with a western-type wedding rather than a Japanese one.

He was so fucking certain they were on the same page. Every time she asked anything regarding marriage, he sat a little straighter since the ring sad untouched hidden in their bedroom for a little over 2 weeks, before the hints started. He just needed the time to be right, and when he thought it was; apparently, she didn’t.

He took out his phone and looked at his messages, he had plenty of those but none from Hinata. When she left, she only asked for time and space and he was hell bound to give her whatever she wanted, but the more time passed his hope of her returning with an explanation grew smaller. Being a person in the public eye, he learnt a few important lessons such as not to read the comments to Drama-articles, but he caved this time.  Every comment was full of speculations or just straight-up angry for the way things ended between the two of them.

Finally, he put his phone on the nightstand and sighed. Since they started dating 3 years ago, he was so used to her being at his side almost every day. Sure, they were busy with filming their own movies or tv series, with photo shoots, interviews, talk-shows and everything else their agent scheduled. But everyone liked to take advantage of their relationship and of their common fanbase so most of the times they played in the same series, they were called for shows at the same time, there was not a day to go by when they weren’t together for at least a couple of minutes.

Sasuke moved onto her side of the bed and buried his head in her pillow. He kept wondering if she missed him as much as she did him. Her smell still filled their bathroom and there were still days when he’d wake up confused over the empty space in his bed.

He knew Hinata loved him, their love life was full, he would catch her staring at him with a smile on her face, without even realizing it they were always touching, holding hands, their shoulders pressed together, her hand on his knee, his arm around her waist, so without her there he felt somehow incomplete.

He must have fallen asleep at some point because he was jerked awake by a loud crash in the living room. He could hear Gaara talking to someone, not sure who could have caused all this chaos he got up and went to see what was happening. Getting closer to the ruffle he recognized the man talking.

“I don’t give a shit that he decided to give her space. Just because that’s what she wants doesn’t mean it’s what she needs”

His breath sped up. Neji, he was talking about Hinata. He never expected her cousin to come seek him out. The older Hyuuga saw him and started moving towards him, Gaara made a move to get in front of Sasuke before Neji could reach him.

“Out of my way Sabaku. He has to come with me”

“Do you know where she is?” Sasuke asked and he moved around Gaara.

“I do, and she really needs you right now”

That was all he had to hear. If Neji thought it was a good idea for him to go to Hinata it had to be, he would never do anything to harm his little cousin. Sasuke only nodded at his red-headed friend and they were on the move.

They took Neji’s car, the plan was to get Hinata and if all went well Neji would drive them both to their home if not…he’d still drive Sasuke. He only hoped things would turn out good.

“Do you know what happened?”

The Hyuuga clenched his hands around the wheel tighter. “I do” Sasuke opened him mouth to ask what but couldn’t get the words out before Neji talked again. “I really don’t think you should hear this from me. Granted you were supposed to be the first to find out after her but we all make mistakes, don’t be mad at her, she tried her best”

They parked the car across the street from a hotel, Sasuke followed Neji and Gaara was just a step behind him. They didn’t stop in the lobby to ask for the hotel room, Neji walked straight to the elevator and pressed the button for the 12th floor. They didn’t talk, the people that got into the elevator on the 4th floor kept staring at Sasuke but they didn’t say anything either. Finally, when they reached their destination, they marched down the corridor to room 127. The Hyuuga male sighed before softly knocking on the door.

“Hina..it’s me open up” when nothing happened he knocked again but no movements could be heard from the other side of the room. Being fed up with the wait he got his wallet out and took a key card and opened the door.

The room was dark but Sasuke recognized her scent, he noticed her clothes on the floor and finally his eyes rested on her sleeping form on the bed. He took a few steps forward and felt his mouth dry when he realized she was wearing one of his shirts and clenching another one in her hands.

He heard Neji sigh again and he whispered something to Gaara, the two made their way to the hallway but not before telling Sasuke to call for them if anything happened. He nodded without really registering what they were saying, nothing mattered but Hinata at that moment.

He walked up to the bed and sat next to her caressing her check and then her hair, she stirred in her sleep but didn’t wake up. The need to touch her was immense, it physically hurt him not to bend down and kiss every inch of her skin.

He didn’t stop caressing her face and hair for another 30 minutes until finally her eyes opened, she looked up at him and her smile was so wide he felt his heart bust. She was still sleepy and he wasn’t sure if she thought he was real or just a dream but when she sat up and hugged him, he didn’t stop her, nor did he stop her when she started kissing him or when she sat herself in his lap.

He knew they should talk but he missed her so fucking much his brain wasn’t working right. He forgot just how perfect she fit in his arms.

She was the one who stopped the kiss, her breath was shallow, and her eyes were dazed with lust. That look alone would have been enough to make him hard, but her weight on him and the feel of soft curves in his hands only made his pants feel even tighter.

Hinata looked at him for a moment before kissing her way from his jaw down his neck. Her hands wondered all over his chest and back, she started rocking her hips and he couldn’t help the deep throaty groan that escaped his lips. She seemed pleased with the effect she had over him and only started moving faster.

“Hinata…o fuck”

Hearing his voice everything in her stiffened. She stopped moving, stopped kissing and looked up at him like a deer caught in head lights. She was about to get up and flee but Sasuke reached back for her and pulled her into his lap and held her close.

“Y-you’re real” her voice was only a whisper. He wanted to kick himself for allowing things to go that far when she obviously thought she was dreaming. Her shoulders stared shaking and soft sobs filled the room.

“Shh, it’s okay. Everything’s going to be fine”

After a few minutes she stopped crying and moved her head to look up at him. “Why are you here?”

He only smiled at her and kissed her tears away. She didn’t push him away which was a good thing. “I asked for time, for space…” her voice was soft.

“I know, I’m sorry I thought I could give it to you, but…”

After looking at him once again she rested her head on his chest and finally returned his hug, her hands fisted the back of his shirt and her legs wrapped around his middle it felt like she was trying to bring herself closer to him, as close as it was physically possible.

“I’m sorry”

“It’s fine love” He said into her hair. He didn’t know why she apologized, but he didn’t care at that moment, all it mattered was that she was in his arms now. Her soft sobs broke his hear and he couldn’t help tightening his grip, bringing her as close as possible.

It took her a couple minutes to calm down, her face was on the crook of his neck, his hands buried into her hair, they were both breathing in the other, almost like their need of the other was what fueled their lives and the past weeks they’ve been working on empty tanks.

Hinata was the first to push away and look up at him, her hands were trembling as she reached out for his face. She cupped his cheeks and ran her thumbs under his eyes taking in the bags, Hinata leaned towards him and kissed his lips softly, just a few pecks nothing more.

“I’m so sorry baby” Her voice broke and he wished he knew what was wrong, so he could fix it.

“What’s wrong Hina? You have to tell me so I know how to fix it.”

Her eyes filled with tears and she kissed him once more “What if you can’t fix it? If we can’t fix it?” her voice was barely above a whisper.

She bit her lip and got off of him and walked to the far end of the room. Pacing back and forth, she did it a couple of times before suddenly stopping. “A few weeks ago, I thought I was pregnant”

Sasuke was stunned, her being pregnant never crossed his mind, but it would have been the best news ever, but the past tense filled him with anxiety.

“I didn’t want to tell you until I was certain. So, I took a few pregnancy tests 2 of them came off negative but one was positive so I was confused. I scheduled an appointment to check. I-I never had issues with my cycle or infections so I didn’t visit my gynecology doctor quite as often as it is recommended” She stopped pacing in front of him and took his hands into hers. “I told her I wanted a pregnancy test and when that came out negative, she suggested we do a few more tests and I said sure…” She was crying again. Sasuke freed his hands from hers and instead placed them on her waist and pulled her next to him. The silence overtook the room.

“I’m infertile” she finally confessed “the chances of me getting pregnant are very slow, I can’t give you the family you deserve. How could I do that to you? The day you asked me to marry you was the day I just got the results back” Sasuke silently cursed himself for not noticing the fact that she was upset, he had planned it and was so nervous about it, he did not pay attention to her.

“Hinata, it’s fine, everything is ok” He whispered against her hair and placed kissed on her temple. Of course, he wanted to have kids with her, and he would later mourn the loss of that idea but only after he was certain that she would be in his arms. “We’re already a family Hianta. we could also always adopt later on, but all I want now is you.”

Her eyes were watery and red, her expression was so broken. “You don’t hate me? You don’t think I’m broken?”

“I love you, you know that, there’s nothing that could change that, plus you’re not broken love. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you” Sasuke assured her. He couldn’t imagine how Hinata felt. “Let’s go home ok?” He asked to which Hinata only nodded. He picked her up and walked to the door, opened it and looked at Gaara and Neji who were on the hall away from the door; probably to give them privacy. Neji looked relieved to see them together while Gaara’s eyes fell to Hinata and his composure changed from his normal expressionless to sadness. Gaara walked in front of him and Neji was behind him. The walk from the lobby to the car was done in a rush just in case there were paparazzi around.

Neji started driving. “I’ll come back and pack all her things tomorrow” Sasuke nodded. They were together, that’s what mattered. Everything else would fall in place later.

@sasuhinamonth

[viastro]

keeping up with seventeen | pilot

ミ★ synopsis: thirteen chaotic men given their own reality tv show? more normal than you'd think!

ミ★ word count: 902

ミ★ notes: welcome to the pilot episode of keeping up with seventeen ! just to remind everyone, this is simply a fun project that i’ll be working on whenever i want to write something lighthearted, so updates will be random. there are also no pairings in this series as it is simply just ot13 being chaotic ! hope you guys enjoy <33

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[[ The video begins with an incredibly zoomed in shot of Soonyoung giggling at something Seungkwan told him, completely unaware of the camera on him. The camera quickly pans to the left when Seungkwan raises his leg up to kick Soonyoung off the stool. ]] 

[ The camera zooms out, suddenly revealing thirteen handsome men who are sitting on the black stools, all conversing amongst one another as they wait for filming to begin. ]

director: so, welcome to the first filming of keeping up with seventeen! can all of you introduce yourselves to the camera please?

[ The camera zooms in towards Seungcheol, who is looking at the rest of the guys to see if any of them want to start first, only to realize that all of them are avoiding eye contact with him. ]

seungcheol: [ sighs dramatically ] Since no one else wanted to go first, I’ll introduce myself. Hello! My name is Choi Seun-

jeonghan: [ cuts off Seungcheol ] My name is Yoon Jeonghan!

[ The camera pans quickly to Jeonghan, who is smiling happily at the camera. It slowly lowers to Minghao, who is snickering behind his hand as the camera pans back over to Seungcheol, who is just staring at Jeonghan with a smile. The camera zooms in on the slight twitch to Seungcheol’s eye. ]

seungcheol: [ coughs into his shoulder before giving the camera a smile ] as I was saying, hello! My name is Choi S-

joshua: [ cuts off Seungcheol with a bright smile on his face ] Hi! My name is Joshua Hong and I’m originally from Los Angeles.

[ The camera pans over to Joshua, who is now high fiving Jeonghan as the two laugh together over their antics. ]

seokmin: we should just do this for each of the introductions, it’ll be funny.

[ The camera zooms out, revealing all the boys nodding their heads in agreement, all except for Seungcheol, who is just sitting there staring directly at the camera, looking like he’s contemplating all of his life decisions leading up to this moment. ] 

SEUNGCHEOL INTERVIEW

[ Seungcheol just stares off camera, eyes blank. The camera slowly follows Seungcheol’s line of sight, only to discover that he is simply staring at the wall behind the camera man. It pans back to Seungcheol, who still seems to be deep in thought. ] 

“To be honest, I don’t know what I expected to happen.”

director: [ coughs into his shoulder as he thinks of how chaotic this show is going to be already ] Well. Now that you’ve all introduced yourselves, let’s all hope for a good first season !

[ The camera zooms out and captures all thirteen guys cheering and jumping excitedly for having their own reality show. ]

soonyoung: [ Tries to start breakdancing but falls onto his back, Minghao lets out a loud giggle as he tries to help the latter up, only to be pulled on top of him. ] 

minghao: [ giggles ] Soonyoung!

soonyoung: I saw my chance for free cuddles and I took it, sue me.

minghao: Okay, but you know how the guys react when there’s a group pile so we have to get up right now—

[ The camera pans over to Jeonghan, who already has an evil smile on his face. ] 

jeonghan: [ cups hands over his mouth ] GROUP PILE !!

[ The camera zooms into Minghao and Soonyoung’s faces, catching the moment right as they visibly pale, turning to see ten men yelling and running to them. ]

minghao: NONONONONONO

soonyoung: [ audibly gulps when he sees Seungkwan’s evil smile ] we’re in the endgame now. 

[ The video slows right as Jun and Chan prepare to leap onto Soonyoung and Minghao, the sound of Minghao and Soonyoung’s screams of horror taking up the entire audio ]

| Record scratch, freeze frame right before Jun and Chan land onto Minghao and Soonyoung. |

MINGHAO AND SOONYOUNG INTERVIEW

[ The camera zooms in on the pack of ice Minghao is holding to his temple as he blankly stares down at the ground. ]

[ Camera pans to Soonyoung, who is also holding a pack of ice to his side. He tentatively reaches out to poke the scratch on Minghao’s temple, only to immediately retract his hand when Minghao shoots him a death glare. ]

soonyoung: [ lets out a nervous chuckle ] Well, I didn’t know all ten of them were going to—AH!

[ Minghao kicks Soonyoung’s chair leg, causing the latter to fall over onto the floor, effectively being cut off from his sentence. The camera zooms into Soonyoung’s face, who has simply accepted his fate, now staring up at the ceiling in silence. ]

[ The director steps in front of the camera, blocking the sight of the thirteen screaming men in the background. He simply flashes a tired smile, shrugging his shoulders. ]

director: [ sighs ] welcome to keeping up with sevent--

jihoon: [ audibly screams in the background ] SEUNGKWAN! LET GO OF SOONYOUNG!

jeonghan: [ screams so loudly that the director winces, camera pans to the left and zooms in to capture Jeonghan screeching bloody murder as Jun bites his shoulder, the two rolling off the man pile ] GET HIM OFF OF ME!

[ Director quickly grabs the camera, centering it back towards him so that the background blurs. This does not mask the screams and the blurred figures of Seungkwan chasing after Soonyoung with a chair raised over his head. ] 

director: [ lets out a defeated sigh, turning towards the camera ] … welcome to keeping up with seventeen.

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