#something changed but I don't know what and I can't tell what's different about it

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

I keep rewatching that epilogue scene and, the way Hunter and Omega talk about her joining the Rebellion... You can tell this is not the first time they're having this conversation. And I just can't help but wonder what the previous one(s) must have looked like.

Because something tells me it wasn't peaceful.

I just can't imagine Hunter having any other reaction than an immediate, definitive "absolutely not" the first time he hears about Omega wanting to join the Rebellion. Just like I can't imagine Omega being okay with that reaction.

Were they arguing about it? Were they butting heads and not backing down from their respective points? Because they would. Absolutely, they would.

Did their brothers have conversations with both of them separately? Did Wrecker tell Omega to give Hunter a break because he's old and worried? Did Crosshair convince Hunter that he can't keep a grown woman grounded just because he's scared about her? Did Echo tell him that if this is Omega's calling, he has to let her do her thing?

She tried to sneak off. As if she didn't want to go through this again. As if she thought leaving without a goodbye would be easier on everyone and this way no one can stop her. After all, she made up her mind. She's going. But when she turns the light on and spots Hunter sitting there, she's not even surprised. She nods to herself like of course. Of course he's here.

This literally sounds like they've been over this before. But this time the conversation is surely more peaceful. They both have the other's perspective in their minds now.

This is my choice and I know it scares you but I need you to understand.

I know I won't change your mind but I don't want you to go, I want you to be safe.

This must have been said before as well. Maybe in anger. Maybe in pleading. Or desperation. I wouldn't be surprised if Omega got very frustrated with Hunter for treating her like she's still a kid. Nor would I be shocked if Hunter had trouble articulating his point of view in all his worry and panic. But here, it's a confession. It's very vulnerable. It's the truth Hunter doesn't want to hear and gives a reason why.

Omega is a grown woman now. Skilled, capable, brave. Hunter doesn't doubt that. But to him, she's always going to be his little girl no matter how old she is and I am still speechless at the fact that we actually see him not only struggling with it but also admitting to it.

Back on Pabu, after they escaped Tantiss, Hunter told her: "We've all fought enough battles for one lifetime." And now, years later, Omega echoes this back to him. "You've all fought enough." Almost like she's reading Hunter's mind and knows that if he can't stop her, he's going to want to join her.

The way he wants to reach after her here when she gets up. Like he wants to say wait, no, don't go yet!

But this is her fight, just like she says. She's never been able to sit still, we know that, we've seen that. Just like Echo back in season 2, she can't stand the thought of staying down and doing nothing when there are people out there fighting for freedom. People she can help. She's a skilled pilot now (I can bet she'll become most famous in the Rebellion for her flawless Tech-Turn), she has absorbed everything her brothers have taught her over the years like a sponge and now she wants to use that. After years of living away from the fight, she's finally ready to get back out there and make a difference in the galaxy. Fight for peace because that is her calling.

She's ready, but Hunter is not.

You can tell it's literally tearing him apart to watch her go. That's his baby, the whole reason he's living the life he has now. He gave his blood, sweat and tears so she could grow up safe and happy and away from the Empire's clutches. And now she's going back right into them, willingly.

But she's all grown up. And he has no choice but to let her go do her thing. So he holds her close and I don't doubt sends out a prayer that she comes back to him safe and in one piece. He closes his eyes and commits the feeling to memory because who knows when will be the next time he gets to do this?

And it might be destroying him inside but he's so damn proud. And he knows she's got this. She doesn't need her old man to watch her back anymore.

And yet still this old man, with gray in his hair and beard, this old man whose posture is hunched and who is moving slowly and having difficulty standing up because of his accelerated age, is telling his very grown up and very capable daughter that if she needs him, he's going to pick up his blaster, don the armor and join her in the fight.

Because that's what fathers do.

[lovelybrooke]

Things the Twst Boys Find Interesting From Your World.

Inspired by this post, here are things I think the twst boys would find fascinating from your world.

masterlist

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Ace: 

He's kinda basic and is interested in your holidays. I don't think he's able to wrap his head around religious holidays, which makes sense because most religions sound strange when you explain it to someone that knows nothing about what you're talking about. I think he really likes the idea of Christmas, he wants free gifts. 

Deuce: 

This is kinda hard to explain, but I think Deuce is interested in all the different types of subjects your world teaches. Because when you think about it, so much of this world revolves around magic. Even though there are people who don't use it, most people have a basic grasp of it. So I think he'd really want to know how schools function without magic. 

Cater:

Social media and influencers, one hundred percent. Like he'd be so fascinated by the idea of YouTube and Instagram and TikTok, but he's also really into the drama of it all. Explain influencer beef, no matter how niche it is or how well he'd be able to understand it, he's hooked for days. Imagine him finding out that you had a sizable following on one of those apps, oh lord. 

Trey:

This applies to lots of characters, but food. He's really interested in all the different types of pastries, especially ones that are your favorite. He probably tries to make them to the best of his abilities purely based on your descriptions. 

Riddle:

He's really interested in your world's history. He thinks it fascinating how diverse your history is, and will constantly ask you questions regarding your culture and history. He never gets bored of it either because there is just so much to tell. Like no matter how basic you think your history is, it's so cool to Riddle. 

Jack: 

I'm gonna say something that might be controversial, but Jack gives off the vibes of someone who says he doesn't like reality T.V. but actually really does. I don't care, he'll eat up all the reality T.V. from your world and somehow be able to keep track of all the drama. 

Ruggie: 

Ruggie is fascinated by slang that you use, as strange as that sounds. A lot of it overlaps, but there is eventually some phrase or word you say that they just don't get and it cracks him up. I think he'd try to emulate some of your phrases, to varying success. 

Leona: 

I feel like Leona is just fascinated with humans in general. Like, he's met humans before, but the idea of an entire world with only humans surprises him, and he isn't able to comprehend how your society was able to function. He just can't wrap his head around it, no matter how much you explain your world to him. 

Floyd: 

Surprisingly, fashion. I read on his wiki that he got really interested in fashion after coming on land. I think he'd really want to know about how people in your world dress, even if it is similar to how people In Twisted Wonderland dress. I think he's really fascinated about how different cultures dress, and how clothing has changed over time. 

Jade:

Plants, all types of plants. Like they are definitely more boring than the ones in Twisted Wonderland, but he doesn't care. He's such a nerd for plants, especially mushrooms. There was this video I watched a while ago of a woman talking about all the different ways to cook different types of mushrooms, and I think if he watched that video he'd fall in love. 

Azul:

Kinda specific but card games. It's canon that he likes strategy games, so I think he'd really be interested in all the different types of games, but would probably prefer physical card games rather than online ones. I think he'd secretly really like how cute Pokemon are.

Jamil:

He's also interested in your food. Unlike Trey, he's more interested in the complex dishes of your world rather than just pastries. I think he'd genuinely want to try to make every dish he could with you and try them all, especially ones that pertain to your culture. 

Kalim: 

He's really interested in your music, it's so diverse. He'd definitely be the type of person to say he's interested in all types of music and mean it because he genuinely is. Like show him Chappell Roan and then Laufey, and then Baby Metel, it doesn't matter, he loves it all. 

Epel: 

I know this is kinda basic but sports, he loves sports. I think he finds the concept of the Olympics so cool, especially on the more obscure sports like skateboarding. He definitely would get really into whatever sport you played or are into. 

Rook:

I think Rook would be fascinated by the beauty standards of your world. I think he'd imagine it to be less critical of people, because of the abscess of Beastmen and Fae, but is surprised to learn that it's actually the opposite. This makes him want to learn about all the different types of things people consider "beautiful" in your world. 

Vil:

I mentioned this in a separate post, but he is super interested in all the different types of movies from your world. So many people tend to forget that he literally made a club about movies, and just boil him down to "pretty boy obsessed with looks." He'd watch all those commentary videos on movies and if it were possible, watch all your favorites. He'd also really be into the movie stars, especially since he has no concept of how famous they are. 

Ortho: 

All different types of tech. Obviously, Twisted Wonderland is more advanced, but it's still interesting to learn how your world is able to function without magic. I think since a lot of tech is similar, he'd be really drawn to the gaming consoles of your world and all the silly tech. 

Idia: 

This is kinda basic, but video games. He really likes all the different games from your world, and would love to play them if he could. We know he likes gotcha games, so I could imagine him wanting to play games like Genshin or Star Rail, but I could also see him really enjoying puzzle or strategy games. 

Sebek 

I read on his wiki that he enjoys reading, so I could imagine him being really interested in all the literature from your world. He's kinda surprised that humans were able to write so much on their own, and while he doesn't want to admit it, he wants to read all your favorite books from your world. 

Silver

I also think Silver is really into history, and finds the history of your world really interesting. I think he finds the progression of your weapons really fascinating. He also finds the technological advancements so cool. 

Lilia: 

Some might say this doesn't count, but Lilia is interested in literally everything. Like he can't pick one thing to be interested in, because your world is so complex that it would be a disservice to pick just one thing. He does, however, find your war history interesting. Just don't explain the concept of "mutually assured destruction" to him, it might make him too sad. 

Malleus: 

I think he'd love to learn about art from your world, specifically architecture. Like we know he likes gargoyles and all, but I could see him really enjoying classic architecture and how it changes from place to place. It would totally inspire his own works as well.

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A/n: Tell me your ideas because some of these were really hard.

[sabahs-stuff]

Manifest appearance change. (Weight loss/gain)

(Success story)

❏First and foremost, Yeah, I know you shouldn't let go of your manifestation. Like detaching from your manifestation bla bla..

However, I have noticed that actively affirming appearance change is difficult for me because I love looking at my reflection in the mirror all the time. And I've to constantly remind myself to affirm. Every time I affirm, one of my inner voices started stating the opposite.

I weighed 47kg (I'm 5'3; I know it's the ideal weight, but I wanted to gain a little more). It was difficult for me to eat more. I believe it was about April 14 or 15. I decided to quit trying to eat more. I started to joke that I was gaining weight without eating,"are u kidding me? I'm eating nothing and also skipping dinner these days, so how tf am I gaining weight?" Some of my friends even laughed at me.🙂

Then, out of nowhere, my sister began complaining that I had gained weight, then few days ago I went to the doctor for a checkup, and they also measured my weight, it's 51KG now. Mind you, I skipped a lot of meals and wasn't eating at all. It was during the Mercury retrograde. I was quite depressed and saddened also someone so close to me died. But it took me like 10 days to gain 4kg. If that's not shocking idk what is.

So, this is what I did (•_•)

Reminder : "If you could make yourself believe that you have the exact appearance you desire, it would change"

Every time I ate, I told myself, "I should be dieting." And look at what I'M doing. I should start working out before it's too late. And that is all. Then I didn't even affirm anything during the day, ( I believe that if you make your brain believe that you're prettiest little creature on the planet and your existence is a service to the humanity then that's how it would be. And my toxic trait is that I believe my presence is a blessing to the humanity. (Sorry I'm a Leo moon can't help)😂

every time I looked in the mirror, I said, "Wtf? I'm gaining weight . "Shit, I need to diet." And trust me when I tell you at that exact moment your brain is going send you a thought "Stop lying; you're still skinny bitch"

But don't forget that you get to select what happens in your reality. If your mind wants to offer you lemons, make lemonade.😂

I said, "Yes, that's correct. If I want to lose my weight I need to affirm I'm still skinny" and I kept on saying "I need to lose weight or I'll gain more weight" just tricked my brain into thinking that I'm chubby and attempting to manifest becoming skinny. And I didn't focused on the end goal; I wasn't obsessed with it; I didn't give a damn about it, but whenever I noticed a little change, I freaked out as if something terrible had happened. And believe me when I say I freaked out it was Oscar worthy😂

I Remember, the first thing I noticed was that my arm was looking a bit chubby. I was screaming and even fake crying, 😭 "Damn this embarrassing, I need to work out, I'm gaining weight." I then searched and downloaded weight loss workouts online.

Trust me I was living the moment 😂. literally living in the end. It was easy at the time because my brain was literally blank. I had no feelings or emotions, so I fed my brain whatever I wanted, and it ate every thought I gave it. I'm happy with my weight now.

I'm now 51kg this is just a photo I saved from Pinterest but this is my Desired type-

Here are some tips:

Your appearance is constantly changing with your affirmations and beliefs. So don't doubt whether this is going to work or not. 

Your manifestation will take time, depending on you and your beliefs.

And about mental health, I would post about it later, but it's important.

The more you visualize, the faster it will become a reality.Visualise everything; literally, everything you want, VISUALIZE 🙌 stay in your head

The amount of things I changed and manifested in my life is crazy; it's different for each person. But it took me a year to fully understand manifestation. So give yourself time. Spend time with yourself; the better you know yourself, the better you'll get in manifestation. Best advice: talk to yourself (in your head, of course, or others would think you're crazy, lol 😹.)  gossip with yourself; if you want to be tall tell yourself that you're tall and stick to it refuse to let go. ✊🏻

Hope you like it. It's my first ever post but clearly not the last 😉 feel free to ask any questions. 🩷

[starillusion13]

(TEASER)

“Obsession is a dirty aspect to look at, but the night is dirtier, my love. Either we kill you or we kill the night. What you say?”

Pairing: Criminal! Ateez ot8 x f! Reader

W.C: 2.3k (Main plot: ???)

Genre: Smut, Strangers to Lovers(?), Thriller , Yandere

Warnings: sweet threats(lol), meeting strangers, agreeing/ doing something without your consent, inappropriate touch (a little), mention of gun(not for shooting), pervert looks of Ateez. There’s not really any warning for here other than these all. (Rest all the warnings to be announced in the main plot.)

Network: @k-vanity

"Who?"

"I don't know." The young girl groaned and held her forehead, elbow resting against the wooden table where different liquor bottles and designed glasses were placed. "Honestly, I haven't seen them before and I don't think they belong here or from anywhere near, where are they actually from?"

You asked again, sitting in the stool opposite to her, "and if so, then why are you so concerned about them? They might be attending our night party like other men from around."

"Noooo." She whined and sat straight, giving her full attention to you. She eyed your white and brown combination dress with the knife placed in the leathered strap holder of your waist. "They asked Mr. Byun for an arrangement." looking into your eyes directly, the words fell from her lips.

You knitted your brows together and leaned forward, "and what for?"

"They want to have a party here." She scoffed and raised a brow before mimicking your posture, leaning forward and whispered, "and there would be only them. No one else is allowed."

"Why are you whispering this?" You asked her but in a whisper. "Also, how can it be a party if they are the only ones attending it?"

"Right? No. That's not the case. They want someone to accompany them through the night. A well known and trusted person of Mr. Byun and he even agreed to it."

A frown appeared on your face, "who is accompanying them?"

"You."

"No way." You stood up and glared at her, "don't tell me you supported him in this."

She slowly nodded. She remembered all the words exchanged between the men and the owner of the grand tavern of the kingdom, Mr. Byun. She was there from the beginning till the end of the goodbyes shared. Not really a proper goodbye. She remembered how a man with sharp eyes placed a box on the table and slid across from him towards the old man, before smirking at him.

When she wanted to protest against it, another man, might be the oldest one among them because of the way others were addressing him, he glared and stared at her as if challenging her to dare to speak.

She gulped remembering the scene. The box had some gold coins and jewels and the old man happily accepted the gift.

She flinched when you tapped her shoulder, "where is he? I need to talk to him."

She shrugged and stood up, "I don't know. Might be planning for tomorrow night. Soon, he will call out for you."

"I'm going out to search for him. I'm not accompanying some men whom I have never seen. If it was to serve drinks like any other night in the presence of others then I would have no problem. But alone, that's a different story."

You turned around towards the door and when you were about to step forward, she grabbed your arm and made you face her, "they offered him a huge amount of money in advance and also they promised to pay him more."

"So?" you eyed her grip on you, it was like a warning but also a pleading to accept the situation you were currently into.

"He won't be backing off. You know Mr. Byun and his greediness for money. Do you think he will change his mind?" she loosened the grip, when your hand fell by your side dramatically.

Why suddenly the situation is like this? Just a few minutes back, you were okay with everything then how the situation turned into against you and you are left with nothing just to accept your coming fate. It's not like you can't run away from this, but if you do then the consequences won't be good. Serving the guests with drinks and some occasional dance is what helps you to earn for your living and even if you run away from here, where will you go? Nowhere. You haven't been to any other place, other than the outskirts of this village.

You stared at her for a while and when she was about to speak something, you raised your hand, stopping her midway, "tell him I will be here tomorrow evening. Before...before the men could arrive at the tavern."

"...okay." her eyes followed your figure leaving the grand fancy wooden door of the inn. She sighed and slumped back into the stool beside, rubbing her forehead and mumbled, "I don't know if it's going to be good or bad." suddenly, she smirked, "but I hope she will get one of them for herself. She doesn't have to be single anymore and they are so breathtaking...oh my god."

>>>><<<<

"Mr. Byun?"

Hearing your voice, he turned around with a smiling face and with quick steps, he strolled across the room to hold your hand and drag you inside. The more you explored your surroundings, the more you realized the men inside the room were all unfamiliar. You haven't seen those four faces ever and the way you were staring at them, it seemed sure that you were......attracted?.......curious? But they are literally attractive and breathtaking. Whatever. You averted your gaze back on the old man holding your wrist.

You could feel the four sets of eyes boring a hole in your figure but you didn't pay attention to them. Or rather, you didn't have the courage to do that. You were feeling so shy and exposed in the room, even when you were all covered and beautifully dressed up because you were planning to go to the market wit Miara and before that, you decided to meet the owner if he did need anything.

"Meet them, y/n. They are our new guests." he hummed and nodded towards them. You were questionably looking at him. Guests? And why do you have to meet them?

Hearing your name for the first time, they tasted the word again and on their lips. rolling their tongue lovingly to see how sweet it will feel and sound like to call you with the name. the name really suits you and they have to tell you to make you aware of it.

You casted a subtle glance towards them, before one of them could hold your gaze with him, you turned around quickly but still you noticed one of them smirked at your activity and the one near you whispered, "sweet." and you are sure, it was meant to be heard because the way someone behind you chuckled and the man in front of you joined in their play. "Isn't she sweet? She is the best worker of our inn and tavern. I know she will take good care of you all."

"Huh?" you were so confused with the way he was talking about you to those men in the room, "take care of them? Who are they? And I don't-"

The old man laughed cutting you mid sentence, "of they are the-"

"Wait." The tallest one of them stood straight from where he was leaning against a shelf. He was all in a brown and black pants with a brown long coat with several layers of clothing inside it.

He chuckled seeing your little scared expression which you were trying your best to hide from them with your strong facade, he noticed how your eyes were nervously looking around the room to avoid his gaze. The way you pulled your lip between your teeth and bit down on it, a groan escaped his throat and the dirty smirk grew on his face.

He stood tall in front of you. He looked taller when he was so close to you, you tilted your neck back slightly just to look at his face. "Well, I think I want to introduce myself to her." he looked at the man who was still holding your hand and noticed his grip, poking his tongue to the inner cheek, he said with no emotion, "I would like to have some space. No need for you, old man...ah wait what's again..."

another male, who was manspreading on the leathered and cushioned sofa spoke up, "Mr. Byun." and chuckled after giving away the old man's name.

"Yes, Mr. Byun. you can leave now. We can introduce ourselves to her." hearing the order from the man in front of you, he wasted no time to leave your hand and leave the room. Wow. he promised to give you shelter and keep you safe from the outside world, just to leave you to die in this dangerous inside world.

"Hello, pretty." he bent a little forward, his eyes scanning your face, a little mole on your chin. He touched it with his thumb and smiled. "You are really pretty when close to me."

Your mind was screaming to push him and step back. And you did listen to your mind, but to only one thing: to step back. He quickly grabbed your hand and again chuckled, "why are you running away, princess? We mean no harm." his other hand poked under your chin to make you look up. Wait! That feels like metal. Yes it is. A Gun. "or we mean harm." he pushed your chin up a little more and whispered, "but in a good way. By the way, I am Yunho."

you were staring at the ceiling in absolute fear.

"Yah...don't scare her." Someone separated you from the tall man who was smirking while standing a few steps back. The other male patted your cheeks and smiled, "I'm pretty sure if we introduce ourselves like that. She won't accompany us tomorrow."

You whispered, "tomorrow?"

"Yes. haven't you been informed about the party?" he asked and tilted his head, his eyes traveling down your whole figure. The thoughts running inside his head were more impure than his already dirty, flirtatious gaze on you. But his bright smile. Oh, if only Miara was here then she would have started talking with him this instance.

He was in a black tight pant and a loose black shirt hanging in his body with a black thin cotton belt around his neck. You have seen this style on some younger men in this area, "It costs a lot to look at me this long, sweet one."

You gulped and clutched your dress by your side, "I know about the party but..." so these are the men? That is why Miara was excited to see them again. "Well, this sexy and attractive face has a name, that's Wooyoung." he winked in the end.

The one manspreading on the sofa smirked and poured a drink into a single glass, only one-forth of it and took it in hold. He was in a pretty similar outfit like Yunho but his coat was light in color and shorter in length. The other glass in his other grip was half filled.

When he walked towards you, Wooyoung stepped aside for other one to come exactly in front of you. Well, the two who have already introduced themselves to you stood close enough to you to observe your small reactions to every little detailed movement of theirs. They were enjoying the control they had over you. They were satisfied to see how they were making you feel small in front of them.

The glass with little quantity of liquid was extended towards you, "Here a drink for you, my love. And, the name is Seonghwa." you grabbed it and eyed the liquid with confusion. "Not the drink. That's my name." you nodded absent-mindedly and he smiled sweetly at you, before brushing his fingers over your cheek, "i think I will enjoy the night a lot."

"Hm. me too." Wooyoung nodded and folded his hand.

Seonghwa made a clunk sound with your glasses and sipped the drink of his own. The last male, who whispered 'sweet' when Mr. Byun was there, stepped towards four of you, "drink it." there was an authority in his tone. His furry jacket with the fancy hat and leather pants, he seemed like to be extra fancy than others. As if his looks and how people would look up to him matters a lot.

"I...I don't drink." you mumbled.

"That's a good girl." the way the words sounded so attractive from his mouth and you felt like you were going to comply with every order dripping from his mouth but you scolded yourself. You are no one's property and without any reason, it's so wrong for someone to order you around except mr. Byun. "But a single sip won't matter."

You eyed the drink and glanced at him.

This time, Yunho spoke up and it had a demanding undertone, "drink it, princess. We usually don't repeat a word but for you...fine. We can be a bit dirty." He laughed afterwards.

After a mental battle of fighting yourself, you finally brought the glass to your lips. Their intense gazes on you and the way the fourth male stood beside you and placed his hand on your lower back to urge you to take the sip and Wooyoung patting your cheek slightly, you closed your eyes and gulped a sip, coughing a little when it directly went down your throat and you removed the glass from your lips. "This tastes so weird."

they laughed hearing your complain.

"I know. I know. Take it slow. But gradually, you will feel fine." when you kept staring at him without a word, he laughed, "I know what you want to ask. But that's for tomorrow. You have to impress me to know my name." he leaned towards your neck, inhaling your scent with his sharp nose like a pervert, "or it's too bad."

What exactly is bad?

Who are they? And why are they acting like this?

Seonghwa again clicked his glass with yours, "Arriba!"

COMING SOON...

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[writing-whump]

Can't say no

Seline takes Isaiah to visit her parents. Isaiah can't say no and overeats on the food.

Isaiah waited for months to be invited to meet Seline's parents.

He instinctively knew it would be a big deal, change, and milestone. Something special.

Seline loved her parents. It was the kind of idyllic, loving, intimate relationship that he didn't see that much around, like a fairy tale.

So when she casually invited him to spend a weekend at her parents' for her mother's Name's Day. Isaiah almost choked on his coffee.

"What? Mom wanted to meet you for a long time already. And everyone is going to be home for grandma, so my brother and dad should be up and about too." She didn't look at him, putting her plate into the dishwasher. Meaning she knew exactly how special that moment was.

Maybe it was good that she announced it a day beforehand; otherwise, he would have spent the week stressing about it.

"Any tips or something I should watch out for?" he asked tentatively.

When they got into his car the following day on Friday afternoon.

Seline gave him an excited smile. "My parents are going to love you, don't worry." She leaned back in the seat for the about hour-long car ride to Bratislava. "They better do, otherwise I can't date you."

"I'm sorry?"

"I'm just saying if my parents don't like you, we can't be together," she said with a cheerful smile. "I know it sounds old-fashioned, modern pairs like to rebel against everyone's approval...but my mom will see right through you and dad will be quick to judge and my brother got taller this year too, so." Her eyes were sparkling with mischief, but he could tell it wasn't just teasing. There was something anxious and serious about that statement too. She really wanted this to work out.

Isaiah swallowed heavily, starting the car.

"They are the smartest most amazing, selfless people I know. Great judges of character. And they have been together since they were 18, so longer than not by now." She gave him a quick smile. "But you don't have to worry. They will love to have you."

Until they don't, he thought bitterly. This was actually even more serious than he realized.

This was a test.

Seline already made up her mind about how she felt about him, so now she wanted to see if she hadn't missed anything.

She put the music from her playlist on. It was the playlist she kept for him instead of the collection of songs they both liked. Must have been feeling a little guilty about scaring him in advance.

Isaiah steeled himself for the ride and the meeting. He would not fail her expectations—or theirs. If anything, he was good at pulling his best act together in stressful situations, and this one asked for full power investment.

The place was technically a village but connected to the capital city by a highway. It was more of a district than a village since the city was expanding in record time. But it was surrounded by sunflower and wheat fields and had the distinct small-town feel of one family-owned cake shop, one playground, one kindergarten, and one primary school with exactly one church. There were also lots of pathways through the fields and around them for bicycles.

This wasn't a bad place for wolves. Open space is just the right combination of chaos and nature with steady big houses with long gardens and high walls for a fence. Great way to make a wolf feel at home.

The Silverstein house wasn't the most beautiful or renovated one on the street, with a dark violent roof and wild bushes at the entrance. Isaiah would soon find out the comfort and beauty were reserved for the inside of the house instead of the front, since they didn't need jealous neighbours to make their life complicated.

Entering the fenced garden felt like a different world. It had a touch of everyone in it. The fleck of ground with herbs for the mother, the freshly cut grass and holes for golfing of the father. And the volleyball net and boxing bag hanging from the old walnut tree that was almost ripping the garage out of the ground.

Seline's parents were human. Isaiah knew this, but it still surprised him to sense their complete fragile humanity as they came to greet him.

Another complication was that they didn't speak German and only broken English. This excluded Isaiah from most conversations, though Seline's father, a tall, broad-shouldered man with elegant long fingers and nose, made his best effort to keep Isaiah engaged in a conversation.

It seemed to put Seline's mother at ease, cause she chatted her daughter's ears off in Slovak as she assigned her a salad to prepare.

Isaiah definitely needed to learn that language.

He was left watching everything from the table, offering to help peel the potatoes and cut the cucumber. The giggling told him they were talking about him.

At lunch, Seline well into full translation mode, explaining him everything anyone said or translating direct questions and Isaiah’s answers. This allowed Isaiah to think through everything he said carefully and watch the pair's expressions.

Seline's mother looked a lot like her. She had the same lion mane of blond hair, though with a little hawkish nose. Her blue eyes were a greener shade than Seline's, and she had a sober alertness to them in contrast to Seline's dreamy softness.

Isaiah had not pulled his shadow up once. It was dormant and steady at his feet. Human shaped the entire time, as was polite. He was pleased with the question from her father about whether he was really a wolf.

The family created a whole feast for him to eat. First, ham and cheese rolls shaped like snails, then grilled stakes of two kinds, very tasty livers, and three kinds of salads.

He could tell these people did everything deliberately, confidently, and with consideration. They made a well-synched team, completely tuned to each other.

He just couldn't really tell whose idea it was to serve so much food.

It reminded him of the happier days, though, when his mother still lived. Watching her lean against his father in the kitchen, playful taking his hand, or him spinning her to a radio song playing in the background. It was all so very happy until it ended. But here, it seemed, good endings existed.

The mother or father got him a new portion whenever he finished his plate. The father selected best pieces of grilled meat, sensitive he tried all parts. The mother kept adding his salads, so he had all three kinds at all times.

Despite the two barriers, maybe third if Seline's brother Dylan joined the party, Isaiah felt welcome. He felt like he was passing in these people's eyes and the more he listed to their translations, their business background, their thoughts behind getting their kids into schools in a state they didn't even speak the language of, their goals and dreams for the near future, their pride at their daughter's accomplishments - the more he liked them.

He was starting to be a little nervous about the constant flood of food.

How did they still have so much to left? He cleared his third serving of the meat and salad, hoping that would be it. His stomach was straining against his pants and he was more than grateful for wearing a bottom-up that hid the growing bulge. He had not eaten this must in years.

And then when they came with dessert. Two kinds. One chocolate pie and one creamy cake.

The cake was one that Seline made and the pie was the mother's special generational recipe. No way Isaiah could get out of eating both.

The mother scrutinised him the whole time. He barely stopped himself from tugging at his collar. He was overheated, and his lips hurt from all the smiling.

Some relief came with the afternoon coffee and Seline showing him where they would be staying. In her father's bedroom upstairs.

"I can't believe you ate all that," she said to him as they got their bags up the stairs. "My brother eats a ton right now, so mom thought she needed to prepare a lot to satisfy a wolf. What do you think? How do you like them?"

She had such an eager, open expression Isaiah had to smile. He was starting to understand how this situation came to be. A growing pup with an unsteady shadow definitely ate a lot. Apparently, her parents thought a grown wolf would actually need more.

He should have stopped that sooner instead of eating food for a whole party of people. His stomach wasn't hurting yet, but it was heavy and swollen, digestion completely overloaded as his gut tried to make sense of all the food he shoved into it.

"That's very kind of them," he said, sort of touched and horrified at his own predicament. He could feel pressure over his chest as burps tried to make their way up. He pushed them down decisively.

"What is the plan now?"

"Dad will play some golf, and I'll help mom with the kitchen. Then we could watch a movie. There is one I really want to show you that my parents really love. It's a Czech classic about a grandmother rising against a corrupt major. It's hilarious and scarily accurate." She winked at him, excited at the prospect. You can come with me or take some rest, and I'll call you."

Isaiah nodded gratefully, relieved to have a minute alone.

Seline left him with a goodbye kiss, bouncing on her heels as she walked.

The day was a success then.

The burp he pushed down came back with a vengeance, his belly twisting with a cramp.

Isaiah leaned against the cupboard for support, bending down in the middle. He was sweaty and breathless, his stomach still heavier and heavier as it caught up with its state.

He let out a couple of quiet burps, wincing at how they echoed over the room. Her father's room. God, this was entirely inappropriate.

Going through his pack, he couldn't find any shirts or pants that would be more loose-fitting. He went all formal with suits and bottom-ups. He only got his PJs as anything close to comfort, and he couldn't exactly get into those in the middle of the day.

Isaiah went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water. That felt a little better, but the perspiration still clung to his neck and back. Maybe he could risk a shower.

Bracing over the sink ushered in a few more loud burps, which had him pressing his hand to his lips. The bathroom was right opposite the stairs, much more likely to carry the sound down.

He wrapped an arm around his stomach gingerly. Please, be nice. Don't make this harder.

His belly gurgled unhappily and he felt the salad mixing with the cake. He heaved over the sink at the horrid taste, willing himself not to throw up. That would be entirely disrespectful to the food.

He groaned quietly as his stomach settled back, churning angrily. The heaviness and pressure made it hard to stand upright. A dull but deep ache joined in, crawling up the top of his belly.

Isaiah made his way back to the bedroom. The fresh scent of the sheets on the bed and the lingering presence of Seline's father made him feel entirely gross and unfit to be here. Like he was intruding.

He followed his nose and instinct out to the other room.

The walls were painted a soft pastel blue and covered in shelves straining under books. There was an old TV with a new Chromecast set, a writing table, a small couch, a bean bag and a double bed. A room of one person who liked to change positions while reading.

Seline's childhood bedroom. Not even that long ago, it was still her main room.

The scent of rain and grapefruit drew him to the bed that had way too many pillows, big and small and two covers, cause she liked to use one to lift her head up when reading.

He fell face first into the familiar, beloved scent. His stomach let out an angry growl at being disturbed, so he had to roll onto his back quickly.

There was swirling nausea trailing behind the dull aching, his stomach swollen and taunt. Unmoving and heavy as if filled with cement.

He muffled a groan against his arm, looking around to distract himself with the pictures. Family photographs mixed with paintings of stormy sea waves in various shades of blue. On the doorframe, there was a series of magnets from different destinations.

Isaiah cradled his belly with his hands carefully. How was he supposed to be presentable, when they called him for the movie? He didn't know how he would even get up.

...

"Isaiah? Where are you?"

Isaiah groaned quietly at Seline's voice, informing her of his presence in her room.

Seline opened the door with a puzzled frown. "Baby? Is something wrong?"

Isaiah considered lying. He really didn't want to ruin this visit or her day or her parents' impression of him. But his stomach was gurgling and pulsing with pain and he just wanted...wanted her.

He turned to his side, arms protectively around his midsection without touching.

Must have made a miserable expression, because she crouched down next to the bed, stroking his cheeks. "You don't have a fever...do you feel sick? If you felt sick before and didn't tell me, Isaiah, I swear-"

Yep, that was a worse option. "No- I just-uuuurp-ate too much." He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling greasy with sweat. "I wouldn't come visit your parents if I felt sick, come on," he said defensively, though it came out more as a whine.

This was so humiliating. A stomach flu he could survive, because he could do nothing against it. But this? This was entirely his fault and he felt amazingly stupid for it.

Her eyes widened. "Aww sweetie, I'm sorry. Your tummy is upset?"

He nodded, pressing the side of his face into the pillows. "I'm fine, just...think I could just sleep it off and be all good tomorrow- think you could find an excuse-"

"Yes, of course. That's no problem. Sweetie, mom has really good enzymes for indigestion and the herbal drops or I can make you fresh mint tea-"

He shook his head at the idea of putting anything into his stomach. It already felt like he was going to pop, skin strained at the top. "Please, don't tell your parents," he begged quietly.

"Oh baby, come on. They wouldn't be mad. There is nothing to it. Wouldn't it be worth it, if it helped with the pain? Just give me a minute and I'll-"

When she tried to stand up, he grabbed her by the wrist. "Please. Please?"

Seline frowned in disapproval, eyes blazing, but he must have looked pitiful enough. She sighed. "Okay. You are an idiot, though. Is there anything I can do?"

Isaiah let out a relieved sigh that almost morphed into a burp, curling more into himself. "I'm fine. Go watch the movie."

She shook her head. "You are such a dumbass sometimes."

He blinked at the words, mildly offended.

Seline walked behind him, shuffling in her wardrobe. "I have some oversized shirts here that could fit you. Let's get you out of that shirt, okay?"

He watched her in confusion as she got out a really oversized woolen shirt for him, then sat down on the edge of the bed, unceremoniously unzipping his pants.

"What are you- Ohhhh." The relief from the pressure almost made him dizzy, his stomach bubbling at having more space.

"Yep," she said with a half-smile, pulling his pants down completely so he was only left in his boxers. "Dumbass, as I said."

"M not," he groaned, not feeling like being teased, the embarrassment leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He struggled with the bottoms before stripping the shirt off over his head and sliding into the offered one. Not bothering with the buttons at all, he lied back down.

Seline opened the balcony and promptly climbed under the covers with him, spooning him from behind. She kissed the back of his neck, her arm coming over his head on the pillow to pet the hair on his forehead.

Isaiah cringed at how sweaty and disgusted he must have been to her, but he couldn't help melting under her touch. Her gentle fingers on his face were the most enjoyable sensation of the day.

With her face pressed into his back as she curled his slightly wavy hair around her fingers, she asked: "Would a belly rub help?"

He considered the question, too far gone in how grumbly and achy his stomach was to give in to the other mortified part of his brain. He rolled to his back, his belly sloshing with the movement as it pressed against her.

She chuckled softly. One hand was still up in his hair, stroking a line from his temple to his cheek. The other came to rest gently on top of his packed stomach. Tentative. Gentle.

When he arched his back into her touch, she put more weight on it. She felt around his stomach with her fingers, then started to rub gentle circles under his ribs. Long strokes going clockwise from his right side of the abdomen to his left side and down.

Isaiah squirmed under her hands as his stomach grumbled loudly, a series of bubbles making their way up. He struggled against the air.

Seline gave him a look, thumping his chest. That ushered up a loud burp. He gasped for air, blood rushing into his face. "I'm sorry-"

"Stop apologizing. How else is it supposed to help? You got too much air trapped in your tummy. I can feel it."

Isaiah shifted in discomfort, cheeks on fire. He pressed his forehead against the crook of her neck.

Seline returned to the broad, gentle strokes over the bulge. Isaiah didn't fight the next burp that came up, hiding his face out of view as the hot air clashed against her collarbone. She chuckled softly, kneading into the flesh. "It's okay, sweetheart. This will help."

She truly didn't seem to mind, pressing against him like that, even giving a little kiss to the back of his head she could reach.

His stomach groaned unhappily, but his muscles relaxed. The tautness gave into softness under her touch, and he could feel the heaviness moving downward, with each new bubbly burp creating more space.

He turned back on his back as a truly big pressure worked its way up his throat, cupping his mouth. A long, rumbly belch came up, muffled by his hand.

"Feeling better?" she asked, rolling closer. Her chin came to rest on his shoulder and she wrapped one hand around his neck and the other on his stomach.

He nodded against her, not trusting himself to speak, but he didn't feel so packed and tense anymore. "I'm sorry, that was so gr-"

"Don't even say it," she cut him off resolutely. "I forbid such lies." She nuzzled her cheek against his.

Isaiah breathed out in relief, bringing her closer with his arm around her neck. His midsection was still swirling, but it was a much more peaceful, harmonic sound.

He kissed her forehead, closing his eyes. It was surprisingly tiring to eat so much, but this was actually...nice. Comforting.

Three words insistently pressed themselves to his mind: He loved the way this girl smelled, the way she could make him feel better, her touch, her eyes. Her voice. Her body against his.

I love this girl so much.

His heart sped up at the thought and he held her tighter, not saying anything. Not yet anyway.

[radioapplerevue]

you have to be stupid to have a radioapple blog. it's like you didn't watch the show at all. they hate each other and alastor's aroace btw. lucifer's married! it's never gonna be canon. you're going to feel so dumb when s2 comes out

Friend. Friend, let me take your hand. Here, sit down. Are you feeling all right? Would you like some tea? I'm not sure why you are spending time on a blog for something you so clearly hate. There has to be things you can do that are more fun, surely.

I do have to say though, that it's a little funny that you seem to think that people can't ship things if they aren't canon -- as though the backbone of many fandoms going way back isn't non-canon ships. I'm pushing forty, okay. I'm far too old and tired to deal with younger fans and their fandom politics. As far as I'm concerned, fandom is for doing whatever is the most fun for you. If you only want what's in the canon, then just watch the show! But for me, fandom is for exploring, theorizing, connecting, creating.

Fandom, for me, considers the "he would never say/do that" statement less important than "okay, but what if he did say/do that. What would that look like, what would that change, where would the story go from there." That's what is so fascinating to me! I have plenty of canon ships, but I also have many non-canon ships, and I have to say, I tend to find more absolutely incredible fanfics for non-canon ships, because the author really has to put in the effort to make it work. And when they do, the payoff feels so damn good.

I've already explained why I ship these two on this blog before. But to make a long story short: I find their dynamic to have a lot of potential, and I badly want to see where that potential might go. Two powerful, messed up (in different ways) people learning to work with each other, respect each other, and perhaps even care about each other is so delicious. The show won't give me that. At most it might give me them becoming begrudging friends (my biggest wish for them from the show is that they fight together at some point, because that would be goooood), but I don't expect it. I have never seen anyone say that it's going to be canon, so I'm not sure where you're getting that from.

And I don't need it to be! No ship needs to be canon to be enjoyed. I feel fortunate enough that this is a big enough fandom and a big enough ship that I have a veritable buffet of great fanwork to enjoy. I'm used to smaller fandoms, so it's a treat. And as an aroace person, I really love seeing the flavors of ace that people work with in their fics/art. I haven't seen so much of that in a fandom before, and it's really fun. The different approaches they take regarding Alastor's unconventional sexuality, because we don't know where he falls on the spectrum -- and even if we did, it's fine to do what one wants to tell the story you want to tell. If I don't like it, I don't have to read it. This is a sandbox, and everyone can play with the toys whichever way makes them happy.

This was longer than the ask (if it can be called that) probably merits, but you can't gotcha me. I know why I'm here, and it's to have fun with these two absolute fucking disasters.

[scarlet-ancunin]

Okay what about Jealous / insecure Astarion 🥺❤️

A/N: ooh i know the perfect part of the game to use for this. so there will be spoilers for this story but if you dont care about reading spoilers like myself enjoy darlings~

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I Was Being Foolish~

It was after they reached Baldur's Gate Astarion was walking close to you while you walked past another store selling goods you didn't need. You had just finished declining the reward given to you in Sharess' Caress for your job well done.

You recall how distant and uncomfortable he was at first 'sorry pet, i just dont feel comfortable doing this yet' you felt bad for even thinking of doing it so you quickly told him you wouldn't let him do something he felt uncomfortable doing. His reaction made you smile 'ugh dont be so nice to me it makes me want to be nice back' he respond looking away. It made you have butterflies in your stomach.

You, Astarion, Halsin and Gale was walking towards the Elfsong to make lodgings there but due to your inability to leave things thay catch your eye alone you ended up getting side tracked by going to the beach following clues to another murder you found out about. And because you was nosey.

You ended returning back to camp with a guilty look "sorry guys i promise i will get us a nice bed tomorrow"

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At the camp after planning out the next days events going to the Elfsong being the first stop then everything else that follows which everyone agrees to you decided this time you would take Astarion, Shadowheart and Karlach with you this time to give Halsin and Gale a break which they appreciated.

But as you was walking back to your tent which looked alot like Astarion's but who's really paying attention, you notice Halsin look at you as if he wanted to talk.

You wave slightly and he springs into the conversation "its because of you im able to see clearly now, and i thank you for it" he starts off smiling down at you "your Welcome Halsin" you commented only to hear him start to change his tone a bit not in a bad way but a way of....was you hearing that correctly? He wanted to sleep with you?

"You know im woth Astarion right?" Halsin nods "if he allows this to happen and maybe im hoping for his future participation. But first ask Astarion" you wasn't sure if your face was red but it certainly felt like it.

You turned and walked towards Astarion almost on auto pilot and he looked up from his book arching a brow with those lovely lips pulled to a half smile. "What troubles you my love"

"Astarion you won't believe the conversation i had with Halsin-" you startle slightly when Astarion burst out laughing "i was wondering when you was going to ask me about this"

"How can you tell?" You asked Astarion bends forward slightly "I guessed. The man can't stay quiet about "enjoying the freedom of natures gifts" " he snickers "i bet he outlaw clothing if he could" he waves a dismissive hand looking at you.

"I wouldn't have considered it, if it bothered you" you said truthfully. Halsin was the kind of man and body type that did make you curious to try, but you are staying strong with Astarion and always wanted to know his thoughts on it. And you study his reaction strongly.

"Im happy for you to have as much Halsin as you wish- but i do have one question though, its not because we haven't, you know in a while is it?" His voice was calm and Collected but you can hear the vulnerability in it as well the Insecurities that was bubbling to the surface. "Love what i have with you os wholly different and special to me" Astarion gave you a timid smile "Aww, i know i was being foolish, but thank you for saying it"

The conversation was reeling in your head as you walked back to Halsin who looked hopeful but you recall as you turned and walked away how Astarion's adorable ears twitched lightly and you could have sworn it lowered slgihtly as he went in his tent.

"Im staying strong with Astarion, i love him and i don't want to lose anything we have because of any carnal lust. Im sorry Halsin" he nods his head respectfully "its alright i don't wish to ruin your relationship. But im glad i tried rather then let it bother me and never tell"

With that you went back to Astarion's tent he was struggling to trance and you had a feeling it was probably your fault so you slip inside and close the tent for privacy and slowly wrap your arms around him securely. "I love you Astarion never forget that"

You felt the tension when you touched him slowly release and a soft sigh "i love you to darling and i will never forget it" you felt one of his arms wrap around you and both of you feel into a fitful sleep / trance.

No you wouldn't trade this for anything.

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A/n: well i hope you all like this, stay beautiful darlings. I can hear half of this while writing it lol

Request are open ye

[miizuzu]

i stumbled across the LaDS smuts and has been loving all the stories you guys created. i came up with a few ideas my self but im not a writer and not great at English but still decided i wanted to share... so here goes....

You were heading home from visiting Philos, you knew Xavier was waiting for you at home and you were excited to see him. The 2 of you had been openly dating for the last year and a half. Everyone has been jealous of how lovey dovey the 2 of you acts, be it at public or at work. 

You unlocked the door and saw Xavier sitting at the couch, he was quiet and you thought he fell asleep waiting. “Hey babe, I'm ba-” “Are you cheating on me?” He cuts you off. You were so shocked and confused and thought you misheard him. “Excuse me, what did you just say…?” He stood up, walked towards you and with a serious look on his face, he asked again “Are you, cheating on me.” 

You felt your heart sink, you looked at him and his eyes were just dark, like the light can't reach him. Still very confused by what was asked, you asked “and where did you get this idea from?” 

“I saw you.” Xavier answered, you could tell he was getting angry. You’ve seen him get upset before but it would never be towards you. “Babe, what do you mean?” Still trying to wrap your head around everything that is happening. “I SAW YOU HUGGING JEREMIAH!” He was yelling, you are taken aback by him yelling. He has never yelled at you before. 

You felt like there was a tare in your heart, you tried to explain what happened. “Wait, babe, that is not what you think. I was just-” “I saw you 2 hugging and laughing together.” He covered his eyes with one of his hands and you could see he was gritting his teeth. He looks like he was trying to hold his bottled up emotions from spilling out even more.

Xavier has always been the jealous type. He is never happy when you talk to the opposite sex, he would be so angry if any of the guys hover your desk for too long and if they ever lay their hands on you, all hell would break loose. But Jeremiah was different, they were buddies, the best of friends. He would still get jealous but never go overboard. Not like this. You've explained yourself many many times, the only person you ever loved was Xavier and that would never change.

“You know you are the only one in my heart.” You tried to tell Xavier, but you are starting to feel upset. How could he have doubts about your love for him? How could he ever consider you cheating on him? “Well that is not what it looked like when you hugged him, I saw how happy you were. Maybe you thought he would make a better boyfriend than me.” Something snapped within you. That was the last straw. Even with you trying to explain, he still doesn't believe you. 

“...get out.” You said quietly under your breath. Xavier was shocked, his hand left his face and his eyes widened, slowly trying to get his drifting eyes to connect with yours. He could tell that he's done it. He had let jealousy take over his emotions. He had just realized the words that came out of his mouth. “...I … I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me…” he tried to plead. “Leave.” He twitched as he saw the fury in your eyes. The tables have turned. You are now angry at him for accusing you of cheating. “I don't want to see you right now. Leave.” You demanded. 

He has no choice but to leave you for the night. He does not want this to escalate to the point of no return. He walked out of your apartment and said another, “I'm sorry.” But you did not even flinch. He thought if he gave you some space, you would cool off and he can make amends after. 

The next day, he was about to head to work. He walked down to your apartment and knocked on the door, he wanted to walk to work with you. There was no answer. He thought you must have left already, so he headed into work. Once he arrived, he noticed you were not there. He thought to himself, ‘I should have checked and left home with you’ instead of just assuming you already left. He sighed and went to sit at his desk. 

It was already noon and you have not shown up. Xavier was getting anxious. You've never been this late before. He wanted to ask Tara if she knew what happened to you, but he also didn't want her to find out that you 2 had a fight so he just sat there. Worried. No one else seemed to mind that you were not at work, which was very odd. You are always working, even when you are sick, you would come to work and they would have to have someone send you home to rest. 

Once the day was over, Xavier raced home. Ran as fast as he could and got to the door of your apartment. He knocks again, still no answer. He opens the door and goes inside only to find you are not home. The clothes you wore last night are on your bed but you were nowhere to be seen. He checked your closet. Your luggage is still there, so where have you gone? 

It was just rinse and repeat for the next couple of days, no one bothered asking where you went, and Xavier not asking. He wanted to have everyone believe that nothing happened between the 2 of you. Jenna walks over to Xavier and tells him to go to her office. Xavier complied and followed her. “How is Y/N doing? She never asks for this much time off, is she feeling ok?” Jenna was concerned about you and was trying to get updates from Xavier. He thought Jenna had more information he could ply from her. “She has been a bit tired the past few days, she should be back to work soon.” He made up some answers just so she won't get suspicious. “Well, she just called and extended her days off for another week. Whatever she has right now must have hit her hard. She was so excited for tomor-” she stopped herself from talking. Like she almost said something she wasn't supposed to. Xavier was so preoccupied he didn't even notice her last remark. 

Xavier thought to himself, ‘she extended her leave? Where could she have gone?’ he is not going through his head, all the places you could be. He would go to every location and look if he must. He's been worried sick. All he wants is to find you and hold you tight in his arms and not let go. He would try and not get jealous that easily, try. He can't even promise himself that. It's another night without seeing your face, Xavier has not been sleeping well, all he could do is worry. He worries himself to sleep.

The next day, he arrived at the office being fully decorated. He was not sure of the occasion and sat down. Everyone surrounded him and had party poppers and they were popping around him. He looked at everyone confused. Until everyone shouted “Happy birthday Xavier!” Shocked, he's been worrying about you so much that he didn't notice it was his birthday. To be fair, after all these years he has stopped keeping count of his birthday, the only reason why he celebrates anymore is because of Y/N. He would feel overwhelmed with happiness when you sing him Happy Birthday and give him tender kisses and tell him to make wishes that he thought had already come true. “Too bad Y/N couldn’t make it, she planned this for so long. You better treat her to a great dinner tonight when you get home!” Tara suggests. If only I knew where she is right now… Xavier thought to himself. 

“Delivery for Xavier from Philos!” Xavier hears someone shouting as he snaps back into reality. “Wow, how thoughtful of Y/N! You’re lucky to have her, Xavier!” A basket of Heliotrope, Eternal Love, and inside the basket, Xavier sees a card. Happy Birthday, Father Xavier.  

Xavier’s eyes widened, hands shaking. He shot up from his seat and ran out of the office. He ran to Philos as fast as his legs could take him. He barges in, swinging the door wide open. “Woah there Xavier, I don't need you breaking my door now!” Jeremiah says jokingly. Xavier paid him no mind and started searching the whole flower shop for you. “So how is it? Are you excited? Judging from your expression, I guess Y/N was actually able to keep it secret until today.” Jeremiah continued. “Where is she? Is she here?” Xavier asked. “Of course not, she came in 5 days ago to place the order. She also told me that I was going to be a godfather! I was so excited I gave her a big hug to celebrate! Oh!” Jeremiah swiftly moves his arms up in a defending position, remembering how jealous Xavier can be and was expecting a few beatings from him. 

Xavier falls back and leans on the table behind him. ‘So this was why she was hugging Jeremiah and had a big smile on her face…’ Xavier finally realized his mistake. All he could think about right now, is to find you and apologize and never let you go again. He ran out, searched every part of the city, still no sign of you. Just when he thought all hope was lost, he got a phone call, he pulled the phone out of his pocket hoping it was you calling. B&B Owner, why would he be calling? Xavier picks up the phone. “...Hello?” he asked with a questioning tone to his voice. “Hey there Bud, Happy Birthday! How’s your day been?” the B&B owner asked, “Your friend who you introduced me to before is staying at the resort, and she reminded me of you and that your birthday was coming up and I thought I should call and wish you a happy birthday!” Wait, Xavier thought and asked “Y/N?? She’s there at the resort??!” “Well yeah, she's been here the past 5 days, she checked in late one night and had stayed here ever since, I can see her right now on the beach walking by herself.”

Upon hearing your exact location, Xavier used his special ability, the one he used once before with you, where you were teleported to a safe location away from the Wanderers. When he finally arrived, he saw you. Walking by yourself, gentle winds blow your hair as you try to push it back behind your ears. You have not noticed him yet, and kept walking along the beach, with the sandals in one hand and the other resting around your belly. You continue to stroll slowly, sinking your feet into the soft sand. You stepped on a broken shell and was about to lose your balance when Xavier dashed out and swooped you off your feet, holding you in his arms. Shocked at almost falling, all you could do was protect your belly. You slowly look up to see who helped you only to find Xavier’s eyes as if he was in pain. 

“Xavier…..? How did you find me? You questioned, you haven't told anyone including Jenna of your whereabouts. “We are destined to be together, I will find you no matter where you are.” Xavier proclaims. You felt warm, safe in his arms, but you suddenly remembered how you got here. You told him under your breath, “Put me down, I can walk.” “No.” A stern but simple reply from Xavier, you were shocked, he had never given you a firm rejection before. “Where is your room, we are going back inside to treat your foot.” He said in a very strict tone of voice, very different from the Xavier you know. “305.” You answered while staring at your hands, clenched in fists on top of your belly.

Arriving at the room, you unlocked the door with the key card while Xavier still had you in a bridal carry. He walks into the room and places you gently on the bed, he takes your injured food and examines it. With you 2 being separated for a while, you felt shy and embarrassed with the slightest touch. “It's ok, I've got it. You can go now.” You told Xavier as you tried to pull your leg away from him, you couldn't stand to look at him. “No!” He raised his voice, it made you flinch. 

“I'm sorry, my queen. I should have never said those things to you. You are my everything, my light, my love, my life. I regretted everything I've said that night. I should have never left, how could I leave you by yourself this whole time, especially when…” he's staring at your belly. He tried reaching for you but stopped himself when he saw you slightly moving back. He was afraid to upset you, every atom in his body is telling him to grab you, hold you tight in his arms. But he fought with his temptations, his hand only ghosting the outline of your face and body as it trembled. 

He is kneeling in front of you, slouching with his head hovering above your legs and one hand on your slide clutching the bed while the other is in a fist in front of his chest. He is trembling, afraid you would reject him again. You can see and sense how hurt he felt, you couldn't help yourself but to gently pet his head to try and comfort him. He quickly grabs your free hand and places it on his cheeks, trying to seek your touch that he had missed for so long, staring at you with longing eyes, almost as if he was begging for you to touch him some more. 

“Y/N, I… missed you, so very very much…” he pulls you closer to him and kisses your wrist. He finally placed his head on you, his ear was placed on your stomach. As if he was trying to listen for something. “Please tell mommy to forgive daddy…” he is now talking directly to your womb. His arms wrapped around your waist. “Please…” he continues to beg.

“Xavier…” you said softly. Xavier was very anxious of the words that are about to come out of your mouth. He sat up straight and waited, like a puppy about to get his treats. “I'm sorry for making you angry…” you told him. That moment, he felt as if life had been brought back to him, he could see colors again. He was so happy you could see him glowing. He gave you a hug, gentle yet you could feel him embrace you with all the love he could give. “No, my queen. It was never your fault. I know I was wrong. I should never have an ounce of doubt of your love for me, you loved me enough to carry my child. And I will always love you, now and forever.” He released you from his embrace only to give you a passionate kiss on your lips, he kissed you for so long that it made it hard for both of you to breathe and end up gasping for air once his lips left yours. 

This was part of your plan, you know the owner of the place knew Xavier, so you decided to keep appearing in front of him hoping he would tell Xavier that you are here. Waiting for him. But he doesn't need to know that, you thought. 

“What are we going to do about this…” you placed your hands along with Xavier's hand on your belly. “Marry me, Y/N, I will take care of you and our child. You will never have to worry about anything ever again.” You were flushed, to be honest, you were not expecting him to propose to you. You thought being together would be enough. “Will you please allow me this honor of making you my wife?” Xavier asks again. Your face was all red and you felt the room was spinning, you gave Xavier a nod and fell laying on the bed, you used your arms to try and hide your burning face. 

Xavier could not contain his giddiness and leans in on top of you. Slowly removing your arms so he could see your beautiful face. When your eyes finally met, you could see he was as red as you. He softly puts his forehead against yours, he whispers, “I love you, this is the best birthday present one can ever get.”

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Billy Mine - The Next Step

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Bill's propped in the bathroom doorway watching Juliet put on her make-up. It's been a year since he found his Bunny again & he's fascinated by every little thing she does. "When are you going to give up this apartment and move in with me?"

Puts down her eyelash curler & blinks at her reflection in the mirror, "When are you going to give up your penthouse & move in here with me?"

"My place has more room."

Slowly turns. to Billy, with her hands on her hips, "This is a good sized apartment. I'm not in a cramped shoebox. I've always wanted to live in the Village." Billy wrinkles his nose. "You're such a snob. Just like my parents."

"You can't get better than the Upper East Side." Rolling her eyes, Juliet nudges Billy out of her way & goes to her closet to get dressed.

"Your place is cold. It has no warmth. Nothing about it says 'Bill Russo lives here.' It looks like some interior designer staged it for a showing. It's really nice, but..." Stepping out of her closet in a dress, she turns to Bill, lifting her hair so he can zip her up.

Dropping a kiss on her shoulder as he pulls the zipper up, "What if I let you redecorate it?"

Juliet spins around to face him, "Are you serious??"

Looking smug, "It may take some convincing, " wrapping his arms around her, pulling her up against him, "but i may be open to that."

"Or I could just stay here, " giving him the same smug look back. Billy growls as she shoves away, laughing at him. "C'mon we'll be late."

*****

Buvette's brunch line is notoriously long, but of course Bill pulled a few strings and got you a table. The weather is warming up, so you took to patio dining, enjoying the cool breeze. "So, back to our discussion. What is it going to take for you to move in with me?"

"You're serious."

"Dead serious." Taking her hand across the table. "Tell me what I need to do." Jules is silent & just stares at their joined hands. "What's wrong?"

"What if things change & you aren't happy anymore?"

"You think I won't be happy having you move in with me?" She shrugs. "We're together, what? 5 nights out of the week?" Trying to catch her attention. "I want more." Juliet can't help the smile that graces her lips. "I wont' be happy until i have you in my bed 7 nights a week."

Being with Billy Mine has been her dream since she was 3 years old. Even before she knew what love meant, she knew for her it was synonymous with Bill. Now that she has him, she is so afraid of losing him. The past year has been perfect, minus the Billy-getting-shot-at-her-father's-fundraiser fiasco. If it's not broken, why try to fix it?

"What if you discover some weird habit that i have that annoys you?"

Bill laughs so hard he's gasping for breath. Juliet glares at him. It's not that funny. It's a real concern. Noticing her stare, "Bunny, I'm sorry." Trying to sober up. "I dealt with you from 3-8yrs old. I already know you're annoying. I know that when you have too much sugar, you go off the rails. I know you're stubborn & hard-headed. You like Taylor Swift. You squeeze the toothpaste from the middle. You take my shirts without asking. You leave toast crumbs in the butter." Juliet giggles. "That doesn't bother me." He gives her a smile that melts her heart. "If there is something worse, please let me know, but I think I covered it."

"My parents got me my place in the Village. I don't want to sell it, but I'll rent it out."

"I don't mind selling my place."

"No, Bill!"

Shrugging as he drinks the last of his coffee, "You're right. I'm not attached to that place. It's a very comfortable & lavish hotel suite. We can look for a new place of our own, but I'm not living in the Village."

"Ok, we can figure out a different neighborhood." Breathlessly, "So...we're going to do this?"

"Absolutely! It's the next step."

"Next step to what?"

"Getting you to marry me."

@imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11 @snowkestrel @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers

[izzyspussy]

i think a lot of people have never been in a truly desperate situation but think they have, and this causes them to pass really harsh judgment on people who made bad choices when either irrational or having no good choices to pick instead, and i really wish people could get some fucking self-perception and work on their compassion skills and not fucking do that as much anymore

[olliecoded]

dude. i am such a fucking selfish piece of shit.

[umbrace-rambles]

Finished Watching Ark TAS last night and you would expect I would be super happy about getting MORE lesbian content than in canon but I can't with good conscience be happy for the sudden Helena and Mei stuff. Why the FUCK did they do that

[zemnarihah]

my best friend has been very distant w me lately and i asked today if she wanted to hang out and she said she probably couldn't bc it's her brothers birthday but she would let me know if she could and i have her location and i just looked and she's at her boyfriends house rn....

[rotisseries]

what’re your thoughts on live action zelda movie? i assume they’re not positive !

so glad you asked! my plans for the premiere will be a suicide bombing at nintendo hq! hope this answered your question!

[theramblingvoid]

Yes maybe I should be asleep right now but maybe instead I'm filled with rage and grief at the realization that even if I work hard at my transition and put money and research and so so much effort into it for years, change myself as much as I can, all I'll ever be able to achieve is to make people see me as transmasc or if I'm "lucky" as a man, there is nothing in my power to do to make people see me as a being outside of gender or the binary, I'll either be seen as a woman or a woman who's trying to be a man until the day I die because I was not born with the genetics to be naturally gender ambiguous and nobody else was born with the brain to see anything other than the binary, the only ways available to me to overcompensate for my body result in me being seen as male even by other queer people and I'm not I'm not I'm not only one thing or the other but I'll never be able to live the way I want to

[cosmicdreamgrl]

lyric of the day? 'if i could take it all back, i wouldn't take it all back now'