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kscheibles · 8 months

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e la vita ch. 1

content warnings: f! reader, drug mentions, drinking, emetophobia, bisexuality (homophobes and biphobes begone I will block u so fast)

word count: 3.8k

I didn’t want to be in Italy this summer.

That makes me sound ungrateful or something, but it’s the truth. Three months ago, I had planned to stay in Brooklyn with Claire all summer long. Hosting dinner parties, eating greasy breakfast sandwiches, dancing to old $1 records in our cramped apartment, picnicking in Prospect Park, and being totally, delusionally in love.

That was before things went south, she stopped trying and left me with more rent than I could possibly pay in the city. When Christina had first mentioned that a group of her friends was headed to Italy for the summer, I’d dismissed the possibility of going with them. Not only did I dread cohabitating with her wealthy, influencer friends who seemed to deal only in clout, I thought I’d be otherwise engaged. Weeks later, I’d gone back to her groveling, asking if I could sleep on the pull-out couch in Nina’s family villa for the summer. Luckily, the sofa was still available.

Now I sit at a wrought iron table – lease broken and all of my belongings sold to wealthy Manhattanites – in the warm yellow light of the Lombard sunset. Around me are chatty, outgoing girls, each more beautiful than the last. They gab about clubs and brands and boys. In the sea of Botox and iPhones, I cling to Christina like a life buoy. I push my tortellini around my plate to make it look like I have an interest in food, but I really don’t. I’m jet-lagged and uncomfortable. And even if that wasn’t the case, I’ve barely eaten since the breakup, relying on oat lattes and dirty water dogs to keep me alive.

“Try the pasta,” Christina jabs, “trust me, you’ll have a lot more fun this summer if you lean in.” I break the shell open with my fork revealing succulent ricotta curds and bright green spinach. The filing swims in a sauce of brown butter and fragrant tarragon but doesn’t affect me as it should. Nothing does anymore. The group’s conversation interrupts my train of thought.

“They’ve come every summer since the nineties, same as us,” says Nina, smirking at the girl to her left. “Hottest little accents you’ve ever heard, I’ll tell you that much.”

“Who is she talking about?” I whisper to Christina.

“The boys in the other house,” she says, “the one you see on your way up here.” Nina’s family’s home is at a higher altitude than the rest of the city, necessitating a laborious hike to the bottom to actually do anything while in town. I’m sure that they’d been sold on the privacy of the location, but its impracticality left me wanting. The only other villa nearby sat at the base of the lush green hills before the road disappeared into winding dirt.

Another girl chimes in, “I saw them last year at a dinner in the city. They’re cute, too,” she coos.

“I kissed George the summer I turned fifteen,” brags Nina and the whole table breaks into oohs and aahs. I usually have a shut-up-unless-spoken-to policy at group dinners, but I know Christitna is right. If I don’t lean in then the credit card debt I’d amassed to buy my plane ticket and the back problems I'm sure to contract from sleeping on a pull-out couch for a whole summer will have been for naught. Think of it as an acting exercise, I tell myself, a performance of the girl who is totally not hung up on her ex and excited for a fun summer with her friends.

“I’m sorry,” I interrupt, “who are these guys?”

“They’re in a band,” says Nina.

“Like a real one?” I ask. Years of living in New York have taught me that all bands are not, in fact, real ones. Nina laughs.

“You’re funny,” she muses, “yes, a real one. They’re like famous. We’ll go over eventually, they throw the best parties you can find around here. Get real drugs, too. Not just liters upon liters of Aperol, not that I mind that either.”

With my question sufficiently answered, I return quietly to my pasta, cutting each shell into impossibly smaller pieces until it’s rabbit food that will glide down my throat and do the hard job of nourishing me without any work on my part.

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After dinner, I tuck into the pull-out couch in the villa’s spacious living room. The lack of A/C and the balmy summer air make it impossible to enjoy the luxurious wool blankets Nina’s family no doubt splurged on. I allow myself to eavesdrop on the elated sounds coming from upstairs: women confiding in each other, commiserating about their troubles, and shrieking excitedly at each other's successes.

I first try to doze off at 10:15, hoping that an early night will be exactly what I need and I’ll wake up refreshed and on Italian time. After an hour of staring at the popcorn ceilings and trying to suppress my crippling fear of missing out, I’ve tired my mind out enough to begin slipping toward sleep. I have fewer and fewer thoughts until I’m jolted by a hip-hop bassline. It resonates through the trundle bed and rebounds off my ribs, cozying itself into my heart. As I begin to come to, I recognize the chords of a house track that used to play at the girl bar Claire and I frequented in Green Point. The melody is warm and familiar and undeniably annoying. How loud must the music be for it to affect me so acutely even as I’m a few kilometers away from them?

I decide I’m pissed – and yes I decided. I’m freshly single, broke, jet-lagged, and fucking pissed at those entitled rich assholes. I slide my sandals on and head out down the hill in my sleep clothes.

I step outside onto the winding dirt road that leads the way to the boys’ home. The night is dark, lit by stars much brighter than I’m used to seeing in Brooklyn. I tilt my head back to look at them, trying to identify the big dipper. After a few seconds, I’m dizzy. I shake myself and trudge ahead, almost lulled into submission by the constant chirping of cicadas and the sweet fragrance of orange blossom that wafts off the bushes.

With each step I take towards the boys’ villa (what were their names again? Nina said one was called George), the music, electronic and fast-paced, becomes louder.

When I first knock on the faded wood door, I’m quite sure no one has heard me. I stand outside for a few minutes, contemplating whether I should knock again or cut my losses and return up the hill. I decide I may as well disrupt their party as some kind of karmic retribution for keeping me awake even as I’m exhausted from a transatlantic flight. I raise my fist and rap harshly at the door. A moment later, it flies open, revealing a curly-haired boy. Well, not boy, I decide as I inspect his features – lines decorate his forehead, and gray peeks out at me from within a ringlet that hangs over his eyes. He gives me a once over and can immediately tell I’m not here for the party.

“Can I help you?” he asks, annoyed. His accent lilts and falls over the words. All of a sudden, I feel insecure in my braless and plaid pajama-clad state. He’s beautiful – and exasperated by me. I double down on my own annoyance.

“Would you mind turning the music down?” I ask, still cordial, “I’m staying at the house up the way and I can’t get to sleep.”

The guy in front of me purses his lips and considers me for a moment. I feel itchy and uncomfortable. He’s looking at me like he can see through my clothes, to my soft hips and painted toes and peaked nipples.

“Let me show you around, gorgeous,” he smiles, “then maybe you won’t mind so much.” He grabs my wrist and yanks me into the party. A warmth covers me as I cross the threshold into the villa. The inside of the home smells like college: cheap weed, sweet sticky mixers, and sweat. My sandals stick slightly to the floor, reminding me that I really shouldn’t be here right now. Like the alcohol that’s been spilled on the ground is some great cosmic interference to convince me to go home and get the rest I ought to.

Suddenly, a big hand falls on the shoulder of the boy who’s pulling me by my limbs.

“Matty!” says the man. I can make out enough to see that he’s tall and devastatingly handsome.

“George!” the boy – Matty, I remind myself – drops my hand and fully embraces the bigger guy. “Was just showing…” he nods at me to introduce myself.

“Y/n.”

“Around,” Matty finishes. George gives me a once over.

“Did she just roll out of bed? Or get released from prison?”

“Y/n came to ask us to keep the noise down,” Matty declares with fake sincerity, “Not a partier, are ya love?”

“Under the right circumstances, I can be,” I retort. Matty and George’s eyebrows raise in amusement, faces breaking out in smiles. That sounded much more cunning in my head. Now I feel like a toy they’re playing with, winding me up to see what noises I make. It feels infantilizing. I’m uncomfortable, crawling in my skin; pride battered and desperate to go home as soon as it doesn’t look like I’m running away from a fight of my own picking. “I’d better be going actually,” I assert.

Matty puckers his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. “I’ll show you out, princess.” It’s a sweet nickname but it tastes bitter out of his mouth. He seems to twist everything good and make it unbearable. I resent him for it. I trudge in front of Matty towards the door with steadfast focus. As I cross the threshold, I turn to meet his gaze.

“Thanks for nothing,” I say calmly. Matty breaks into a devilishly smug grin. His eyebrows tilt a little and his lips reveal a few crooked teeth at the bottom of his mouth.

“My pleasure, darlin’,” he says. I scoff and turn on my heels, leaving Matty in the dust.

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The scent of freshly chopped garlic fills the kitchen as I stand in an assembly line of young women with cutting boards and chefs knives, each diligently chopping an ingredient for the bruschetta.

In front of me is a bunch of basil, perfectly fresh and green. I gently remove the leaves from the stem and create a pile in the middle of my board. It reminds me of when I would be tasked with raking the leaves as a kid. Too distracted by my childish whims, I would create more work for myself by piling the leaves on top of each other and taking a grandiose dive into them before scooping them up into a trash bag and discarding them. Each leaf was like a piece of confetti, a celebration of the season and of youth. Now I do these things to prove to myself that I’m young and that I can still conjure up that imaginative, playful nature if I try hard enough.

As I rock my knife back and forth over the soft leaves, Christina asks me where I was the night before.

“I came out around eleven to invite you upstairs, but I couldn’t find you,” she says.

Embarrassed, I train my eyes to the task at hand. This is not the group to look like a tattle-tale in front of. Actually, there’s very few groups in which that would fly. My penchant for playing God and divvying out karmic consequences to everyone whose path I cross is a part of my nature I’m not particularly fond of. I’m not keen to share it, especially around people who are still making up their minds about me. Despite my steadfast beliefs and borderline-outlandish behaviors, I maintain a fervent desire to be liked. It’s pathetic.

“I stepped out for some air,” I murmur.

“Really?” she nudges, “Because I didn’t see you on the porch.”

I turn my basil bunch 90 degrees in a flourish, beginning to chop it lengthwise.

“Fine, I couldn’t sleep because of the music,” I spit.

“And…” Christina has always been too good at getting me to reveal my true feelings. She goads me torturously until it’s easier to say what I’m thinking than to conceal it.

“And I went to ask them to turn the music down,” I finish, “There, are you happy?”

“Very,” she smiles.

I pick up the chopped basil, letting the pieces float through my fingers and deciding I need to chop them smaller, still. I whack at the pile haphazardly, ruining the lovely squares I meticulously crafted earlier.

“They didn’t turn it down, if you were wondering,” I pant, “Pricks.” Christina chuckles to herself.

“No one ever does.”

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The music of the club is omnipresent as I enter hand in hand with Christina. On my feet are heels too high to be comfortable, but the perfect lift to accentuate my calves. As soon as I cross the threshold, I drag Christina to the bartender, ordering two negronis. We idle by the bar for a moment and I take in my surroundings, savoring the bitter aftertaste of my drink and the waltz of the lights that flicker and cover the dancefloor with reverie. I listen to the synths and flourishes of the melody that envelop my senses. I hadn’t expected to like the music, but the DJ is spinning disco and it just feels right: the cold Italian aperitif, the funky basslines, and the tranquil nighttime air. I almost wish I’d left my phone at home. Nights like these aren’t compatible with phones anyway. The atmosphere feels like a relic of a bygone era, full of free love and intoxication.

Nina and a friend of hers find Christina and me at the bar and run up to us with inebriated bravado. “You guys made it!” she squeals. Little does she know we were pre-gaming at the villa in anticipation of this exact moment. I couldn’t handle Nina while sober tonight, that much I was absolutely sure of. It also didn’t help that I was alone – for the first time in several years – in a romantic foreign country without the girl whom I still loved. As unhealthy as it was, alcohol made that reality hurt a bit less. Nina grabs my hands and leads Christina and me away from the bar.

“I need to introduce you to the DJs!” Nina exclaims. I glance at Christina to communicate that no, I’m not particularly enthused at the prospect of meeting some Eurotrash guy whose head is shaved and whose torso is covered in Gucci logos. She returns the glance, silently begging me to behave. I relent.

Nina leads us around the side of the floor to some kind of dark stairwell. Rationally, I should be scared of being kidnapped but my drunken stupor inspires more carelessness than I would usually indulge in. I watch the sway of Christina’s hips and follow her like a lost puppy. Finally, we reach the top and the DJ deck is revealed. It’s shadowy and hazy. To the left is a corner booth with a straight couple making out in a way that really ought to be illegal in public. Past the lookout, laser lights flicker and sweep across the dancefloor, catching on the artificial fog and filling the air with psychedelic color. My eyes fall on the backs of two figures at the DJ booth, smoke rising above their heads. I can make out that one has headphones on and is faffing with the turntable while the other has their hands in the air and the small, flickering glow of a lit cigarette dancing around their figure. I’m dragged towards them by Nina who throws an arm around each of their necks in greeting. As soon as the one with the cig turns around, I catch his eyes.

It’s Matty. Selfish, arrogant Matty. I nod my head and flatten my mouth in a kind of recognition. The room is spinning from the alcohol and my skin is buzzing with discomfort. The bass of the music resonates in my ribs, teaching my heart how to beat. My mouth tastes salty and my knees feel weak.

I’m running to the corner where I can see a bin. Tears prick at my eyes and my hair sticks to my sweaty forehead as I swiftly empty the contents of my stomach into the small trash can. I kneel on the rough carpet and brace myself on either side of the bin with my hands. Between heaves, I lift my head to shake my hair off the back of my neck. The cool air feels grounding, but I’m soon back with my head in the can. I feel a hand on the back of my head, wrangling my frizzy hair off of my shoulders. I gasp, looking back for the sisterly comfort of Christina’s bottomless, cerulean eyes. Instead, I find a pair of brown, honey-flecked irises: Matty’s. I’m reeling too severely to be upset or confused; I’m just grateful when he uses his free hand to sweep my damp bangs out of my face and nods at me.

“Go on,” he encourages, “better out than in.”

I bury my head in the bucket again.

“Atta girl,” Matty coos in my ear. I can almost notice his hand rubbing circles on my back. Even when I’m quite sure I’m finished, I keep my head down for a moment savoring the last few seconds that I don’t have to look Matty in the eyes. Curse him for helping me. I wouldn’t know how to interact with him under normal circumstances, much less when he’s been nice to me – and watched me unceremoniously blow chunks into a bin.

“You feel better?” he asks. I lift my head tentatively, still scared another wave of nausea will hit me.

“I think so, yeah,” I mumble. Matty searches my eyes for any warning sign that I’m still sick.

“Have you got a hair tie?” I instinctually fish in my jeans pocket for one, handing it to him. Slowly, he corrals my locks into a ponytail and secures it, fingers grazing the tops of my ears and making me shiver. I sit back against the wall with my legs splayed out in front of me, knees visibly carpet burnt from my previous position. Matty flops down beside me. He reaches out to touch the red, irritated skin.

“You don’t need a doctor or something, do you?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” I hiss when he applies a little pressure to my knee and shake his hands off me, “Why are you being nice to me?”

“When have I not been nice?”

“You wouldn’t turn the music down the other night,” I state. He smiles at me, eyes scrunching up until his pupils are totally obscured.

“No one ever turns the music down,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Plus,” he adds, “I thought you were a buzzkill. Now I can see that’s not the case, sweetheart.”

“I can usually handle my drink better than this,” I protest, “And I’m also usually not a buzzkill.”

“I guess I don’t know anything about you, then,” he acquiesces, thinking for a moment, “Do you want to start over?”

“Sure, I’d like that,” I nod, smiling tipsily.

“So what’s caused you to be sick tonight?” Matty asks, leaning his head back against the wall. His hair is curled up in perfect ringlets and his skin glows golden even in the dim club light. He looks at me carefully, like his stare could hurt me. It could, I suppose.

“Alcohol?” I say it like that should be obvious. His face wrinkles up again in a laugh I can vaguely identify as something that’s my fault. He looks pretty. I realize I want to make him do it again and again forever. I want to see the crinkles that grow at the sides of his eyes and the curl of his upper lip that reveals his boyishly crooked teeth.

“I figured as much. Anything in particular that drove you to drink?” I frown for a second, trying to remember.

“My ex,” I say quietly.

“What’d he do?”

“Nothing,” I shake my head, “that’s the problem. She didn’t do anything.”

“When was that?”

“Two months ago?” My god, it’s already been two months.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “that’s still fresh.” I shrug.

“It’s alright I guess. You just feel a little betrayed when someone stops trying. I thought that was the whole point of…” I trail off, gesticulating aimlessly with my hands, “love or whatever. To keep trying.”

“I get it,” he utters.

“People stop trying with rockstars, too?” I tease. He smiles.

“How did you know that I’m a musician?”

“Well, first of all, I said rockstar–”

“Which I chose to ignore because it was sarcastic.” I roll my eyes.

“And second of all, the girls I’m staying with told me,” I finish. He nods in understanding.

“Well yeah,” he sighs pensively, “people stop trying with everybody. Even rockstars. If I’ve learnt anything in my life, it’s that giving up usually has more to do with them than it does with you.”

“You’re probably right, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less,” I argue.

“Nothing does. You just have to let it hurt for a while.”

We’re both quiet for a second. I catch a couple of bars of an Earth, Wind, and Fire song and hum along, content with the silence. I let my head fall onto Matty’s shoulder and he immediately turns his head to look at me.

“Oh fuck, sorry. Is this okay?” I ask, hand flying to my mouth “I know I just puked.”

“It’s okay,” he says, “I just didn’t think you would want to.”

“I want to,” I kiss his shoulder through the cotton of his white button-up shirt. He watches me the whole time as though he can’t quite compute what’s happening. Then he snaps back to his regular confident state.

“Let me know if you ever want to deal with your girlf– ex without drinking your feelings away…” he trails off, mouth meeting the crown of my head, “I’d love to show you around here sometime.”

“Okay,” I mumble, the alcohol, tiredness, and emotions beginning to get the better of me and coax me toward sleep.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Matty grabs my hand from my lap and wraps it in his two larger ones, caressing my thumb and humming into my ear.

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a/n: the next bit is written, but I am still writing the end. smut soon! x

#matty healy fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy x y/n #matty healy fluff #matty healy fanfiction #matty Healy

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beautifulhigh · 8 months

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Every nation ought to have a right to provide for its own happiness.

"And that's when Henry knows: He doesn't ever want to go back."

In which Henry does go home with a request for his grandmother - and for Parliament.

Teen, 12k, book canon compliant.

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Yes, Jen is finally embracing her Firstprince era and writing fic for them. Much love to @wtfuckevenknows for her comments and @capseycartwright for basically demanding I write this. Like I needed convincing.

This is just something sweet and fluffy and hopefully a little funny and a bit sexy with a tinge of canon-compliant angst (Henry misses his dad. A lot). Mostly it's about two boys in love and working towards their forever.

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Henry flies back alone, overnight on Monday. He kisses Alex a goodnight goodbye, petting David gently as he walks down the stairs, heading out of the front door before climbing into the back of the waiting car to take him to JFK. He tries to sleep on the plane but very little sleep will come; his mind is racing with what he's about to do.

He'd sent word the previous week, asking for an audience with the queen, with his family. He'd only told them that he had something to ask, something he needed to do in person.

He's met at Heathrow, standards and protocols in place. Bea had insisted Shaan be kept on after Henry left for New York and so it's his familiar face greeting Henry which provides the smallest amount of comfort for him. It's his final week in service to the Royal Family: with Ellen's second term almost over and Zahra no longer working 26-hour days, they're finally taking the plunge.

Shaan and Henry had managed a fair few conversations over the last year or so regarding the immigration system of the United States and how shagging someone with status in the American political system both helps and hinders applications for Green Cards. The engagement ring that has been in place on Zahra's hand for the last few years certainly helped with his and now there is a fixed date for his one-way ticket heading west.

(No one really knows yet, but they've set a date for two weeks' time. The plan is to get married and throw a party and make the announcement then. Zahra hasn't told anyone, but Shaan isn't as good as his fiancée at keeping things secret, especially when it comes to his relationship with Henry. Aside from Alex, before Alex, Shaan was the only person Henry could trust and that was rewarded with a private 'Save The Date And Don't Tell Anyone Not Even Alex' message.)

Henry knows there is no one better placed to support Zahra as she forges her career post-White House. Someone who will make sure she eats, has fresh coffee, and a neatly pressed suit. There were times when Shaan was literally the only reason Henry didn't outwardly reveal to the world that he was actually falling apart at the seams. It's going to be nice having him a little bit closer, even if he won't be working for him anymore.

As Henry disembarks the plane, Shaan looks him up and down but says nothing. Henry knows he looks tired; he knows the jet lag is going to catch up with him, and he feels like his internal organs are going to vibrate their way out of his body with how nervous he feels.

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hischierdevils · 1 year

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Always Remember | N.H.

note: epilogue to the forget series

summary: let’s see what’s in store for Nico and y/n

warning: fluff

wc: 1.1K

“Do you think I'm crazy?” Nico asks his older brother, Luca as they skate around the small rink they used to frequent as kids. “It’s only been a year.”

“I think you’re crazy for her.” Luca nods as they both stop by the bench to get a drink of water. “Mama’s excited.”

“I know.” Nico laughs. “She’s almost told y/n three different times since we got here.” He thinks back to the night the two of you arrived. You were both jet lagged and all he had wanted to do was say hello to his parents before making your way into the bedroom. You had greeted his parents warmly and sat down to talk with them even though you wanted to go to bed yourself. He loved how well you fit in with his family.

“You’ve had the ring for months now.” Luca picks at the tape job on his stick as he talks to Nico. “Why are you waiting until tomorrow?”

Nico bites his lip. He’s always told his brother everything, but the fact that tomorrow is the one year anniversary of the two of you saying ‘I love you’ for the first time seems too personal. “It’s special to us.” He responds diplomatically.

The next morning, he wakes up with you laying practically on top of him. Your head is resting on his right pec, your arm loosely around his waist and your right leg is thrown over both of his, effectively giving him morning wood. He kisses the top of your head and watches you sleep for a few moments.

Sensing he’s awake, you start to stir, popping one eye open to look at him. “Hi.” You mumble before closing your eye and snuggling back into his chest.

He puts his arms around you to hold you tightly. “Hi, my love.” He chuckles and kisses your head again. “Good morning.”

“Five more minutes.” You plead as he runs a hand up and down your side, getting dangerously close to tickling territory.

“Ich will, dass du meine Frau wirst. Heirate mich?” He says it quickly, knowing that your German is a lot better than it was a year ago.

You pick your head up and stare at him. “You want me to do what?”

“We need to get up so we can go.” He takes the opportunity to press his lips against yours before sliding out from underneath you.

You flop back down on the bed and wrap the blankets tighter around yourself. “Nico, the lake will be there tomorrow. Can’t we stay in bed and cuddle?” You pout at him and he has to look away from you before he gives in. There’s nothing he loves more than holding you, especially when you’re in a cuddly mood like this. But he’s got plans for you today.

“C’mon, baby.” He grabs your hand and gives it a tug. “I want to go today.”

“You should've thought about that last night when you were fucking me.” You huff. “I don’t think I can walk right now.”

He can’t help the satisfied smirk that appears on his face as he thinks back to last night and all the sounds you made. “You screaming my name didn’t exactly seem like you wanted me to stop.” He laughs.

You sit up quickly, your face beat red. “I didn’t scream, did I? Oh, god, what if your parents heard us?” You cover your face with your hands. “I can’t leave this room ever again.”

“Y/n, they sleep on the other side of the house. They probably didn't hear anything.” You don’t look convinced so he adds, “If we hurry up we can leave before they get up.”

He bites his lip to keep in a laugh as you spring off the bed and run for the shower. He joins you, helping you wash your hair and your back before kissing every mark he left on your body last night. “I thought you were eager to go?” You question as he keeps you in the shower much longer than you need to be.

“I am.” You both get out and get ready. He slips the ring box into his pocket while you’re getting dressed and then sits on the end of the bed to wait for you.

The nerves he’s expecting never come. Instead, he’s filled with a sense of contentment and calmness as he drives the two of you to Lake Lucerne.

“I have something to ask you.” You say once the two of you have been in the car for a while. You look a little nervous as you play with your fingers.

Nico’s had a smile on his face since he woke up and he can’t seem to get rid of it even as he waits for you to continue. “What is it?”

“I want to get my IUD removed.” You bite your lip as you look at him.

Nico furrows his brows, wondering where the question is. “Okay. It’s your choice, baby. It’s your body.” He’s gotten used to having sex without a condom but it’s not a big deal if he has to wear one again.

“No…I want-” You tug on your hair as you try to verbalize what you want. Nico reaches over and squeezes your thigh. “I’m ready to try for a baby.”

Nico almost slams on the breaks as he pulls into the parking area. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.” You nod. “If you are. I have to schedule the removal and I probably won't get pregnant right away…”

Nico’s leaving over the center console and kissing you as soon as the car is in park. “Yes.” He kisses you over and over until you’re both out of breath. “Yes I want to have babies with you. Are you sure you’re ready”

You nod and take his hands in yours. “Yeah, you asking me to marry you this morning really solidified my decision.”

Nico’s face goes slack as he processes what you just said. “You understood me?”

“I’ve been practicing my wedding vows in my German lessons for months.” You tell him. “Did you think I wouldn’t recognize the word wife?”

“I love you.” He smiles and kisses you, too in love with you to be sad that his plan is ruined. “Do you want to see the ring?”

“Yes.” You clap your hands together excitedly as he pulls the ring box out of his pocket and opens it for you.

“It’s perfect.” You beam as he places it on your finger.

“This isn’t what I planned.” He tells you once you’re both out of the car. He holds you close to his side as you both walk toward the lake.

“That’s okay.” You smile up at your fiance. “I’m always going to remember this day.”

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smokestarrules · 2 years

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Amity, Luz, and Being Left Behind

Because this scene says a lot about them, I think.

Firstly, let’s talk about what Luz knows in this moment. Philip seems to be dead, killed in an instant. The person who killed him is clearly capable of killing them all without breaking a sweat if they do please. The Day of Unity had been happening for far too long before the moon was moved out of the way. Philip had somehow known about Eda ahead of time. The world is currently being broken apart by someone who seems to have violent mood swings. To be clear, none of this is good.

And this is all Luz knows.

But Amity knows Luz.

So when the time comes to run, Amity latches onto Luz’s arm, keeping her in place. Luz wants to run forward towards the Collector, towards Eda, and Amity’d expected it.

Now consider what Amity’s thinking in this moment; for all she knows, her entire family is dead. She hasn’t seen her siblings since before the Day of Unity started, she isn’t going to be speaking with her mother at all anymore, and for all she knows, her father, who she’s just started to reconnect with, is dead. Luz is essentially all she has left - and she cannot lose Luz.

So she asks. Begs Luz to come with her, begs her to take safety with the rest of them.

Which admittedly works - for a time. I do think Luz was going to come along willingly for a second, but then she catches a glimpse of the portal flickering, and that’s what gets her to lag behind once more. The portal coming apart means there’s no return, no way to ensure Eda is okay once she’s through. So she pulls up, and being behind already, Amity doesn’t notice initially.

The kids manage to open the door, and that’s when Amity realizes. But by now it’s almost too late; Luz is already wrapped around the portal, holding herself down with even more vines. She’ll send them through to the Human Realm, get them safe, but she won’t go along. Not when people she loves may need her help.

Even this moment here. Luz is still trying to reassure Amity. Amity, who’s going to go into the Human Realm and be subsequently a lot more safe than Luz herself. But Luz knows how much Amity values her, and so she tries to calm her even as she’s trying to hold the portal together on her own.

Of course, the realization of what Luz is trying to do horrifies Amity, and she instantly turns to go back. Again, think about it; as far as Amity knows, Luz is all she has left alive, so she’s not going to let them be separated again. Not if she has anything to say about it, at least.

So she runs forward because Amity would have stayed for Luz. She doesn’t have to make that decision, however, because King makes it for the both of them. His blast sends them all flying through the portal, and that’s all she wrote.

The Owl House has always been a masterclass in animating body language, and this scene is one of the best, I think. There’s so little said, but at the same time, there’s so much, even if I only focused on Luz and Amity’s interactions. These two have grown so much since s1, and I feel that this scene in particular helps highlights those chances even more than usual.

#toh #the owl house #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #smokey speaks #500

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maleyanderecafe · 3 months

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The Boy (Movie)

Created by: William Brent/Stacey Menear

Genre: Thriller

Wow, a movie recommendation? I figured at some point I'd have to branch out more to movies and whatnot, so I've been watching a lot of movies during this month to make up for it. This is one of my friend's favorite yandere movies (and she says the second one doesn't exist) because she loves wall men. I'm not the biggest fan of horror movies, but this one really isn't that scary, even for me. Anyways bear with me on this recommendation since it's the first time I'm writing one for a movie

The story starts out with Greta, applying to be a nurse for a rich family named the Hershires. She befriends the delivery boy Malcolm while there, noting how creepy and weird the mansion is. The Hershires then introduce her to their son, Brahmn, who is a doll, and teaches her the route that she has to follow as his nurse. The mother tells Greta that Brahmn is very specific with his nurses, either killing or hurting the ones before that he didn't approve of. We learn from the father Hershire that Brahmns actually died in a fire when he was about 8, and they use the doll as a way to connect with their deceased son. Brahmn does accept Greta, leading the two Hereshires to go on their trip. Greta initially doesn't take the job very seriously only wanting to stay there for two weeks, though we do get her backstory on why she is here in the first place, which is to escape from her ex, Cole. As she's about to dress and basically go on a date with Micheal, she gets stuck in the attic for an entire night. We learn from Malcolm that there's some strange things going on in the family, and that the death of Brahmns might have been a coverup for a murder of a little girl when he was younger. As she's taking care of them, Greta gets spooked by the doll who gives her back the shoes he stole and a sandwich, which makes her take care of the doll very well. We also learn from Greta through a conversation with her and Malcolm that she was at one point pregnant with Cole's child and had a miscarriage because of him. Cole eventually is able to find and break into the mansion, trying to convince Greta to go back with him. While Micheal is there to protect her, Cole ends up smashing the Doll, leading to Greta calling out for Brahmns to protect her. Brahmn pretty much breaks through the mirror showing that he is not a doll but rather a very tall and muscular guy that has been living in the walls. After seeing his doll broken, he proceeds to kill Cole and starts to run after Greta and Malcolm as he wants to protect Greta from Malcolm. They end up running inside of the walls of the house only to find the room that Brahmns has been living in. He sees that he's made a replica of her out of clothes and whatnot as well as a letter from the parents stating that they entrusted her to him, stating that she is now hers, as we did see earlier when they drowned themselves. After beating up Malcolm, he chases after Greta again. Greta picks up a knife and basically forces him to do their bed routine of going to bed and tucking him in before stabbing Brahmn. Brahmn, of course, gets angry and tries to strangle Greta, but Greta ends up stabbing him. We see that Brahmn has burn marks on his face before Greta gets Malcolm to safety and drives the heck out of there.

Starting out, like I said, this movie really isn't that scary or even really that...thriller like, but it's still a good movie. There are maybe three jumpscares, though only one of them caught me off guard (probably because my friend was streaming and it was lagging a bit). While I think there are some parts where Greta probably should have done something a bit smarter (like, you're being paid to take care of the doll...could you actually at least try to take care of it for like a day first, and also why didn't you call the police when Cole literally broke into someone's house) but overall I'd say she's a pretty good protagonist. She's just trying to escape her abusive relationship and live normally. I also think there's a lot of mental gymnastics on how the parents sort of burnt the house to pretend that Brahmns died in it, only to seal him in the walls and then pretend to be insane by having a doll? That's some rich people nonsense. It's also kind of just funny thinking of how this 6ft 5 man keeps rolling around moving this doll around or going to steal stuff from Greta while she's showering without ever really getting noticed.

Anyways, moving onto Brahmns. Considering that he basically chose Greta (instead of the other nurses and presumably because she looks familiar to the girl he killed/had a crush on), we see that he tries to get her favor, by giving back her boots and a sandwich (?). As well as tries to keep her around and actually makes the doll disappear when she says she'll have to leave and of course protecting her from Cole (and Malcolm). From what I can tell, he seems like a protective yandere with a bit of obsessive/stalker behavior considering that he's literally in the walls and watches her, as well as just steals her stuff and makes a doll of her out of colthes. And he's submissive considering all of the Brahmn you're a good boy that I hear a lot. Especially in the ending where Greta forces him to go to bed and kisses him on the head (before stabbing him) but you know how it is. He pretty much just keeps on trying to protect her from Cole and Malcolm since he also cock blocked them when they were about to have sex by moving the doll and listening to loud music, which I personally think is very funny. I'm not sure what happens in the second movie since that could change on if Brahmns is really a yandere or not but just from this movie, it does seem like it. Even if he did try to kill Greta, but to be fair, I'm sure if you were stabbed, you might try to kill the person who stabbed you. Just saying.

Anyways, it was a pretty fun movie. I kind of like making fun of it on certain parts because some of the things are sort of logic leaps, but overall, I did have a good time with it. Also a pretty submissive yandere overall, which I have to approve of. If you enjoy wall men, this one is a good one to watch.

#The boy #yandere #male yandere #yandere boy #movie #recomendation

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I’ve been thinking a lot about how much Chayanne and Tallulah’s relationship has changed recently, even more than I think most notice

(Character analysis below)

Like, to a degree everyone is aware that the eggs’ absence changed them. It affected everyone. The eggs are more jaded, more cautious, more responsible and mature. Chayanne and Tallulah both felt an strong desire to protect and nurture their younger siblings even before all of this happened and that wish has become a sort of need to them at this point, Chayanne especially so

But I think underneath that is a very subtle change in the dynamic they have with each other specifically. Before the disappearance, Tallulah was the slightly sickly but gentle and loving younger sister and Chayanne was the “second man of the house” type of noble, naive older brother. Tallulah had many fears and was heavily dependent on her family because of her disabilities (the asthma, fainting spells and chronic headaches) and Chayanne’s fears of not being strong led him pushing himself to be more and more dependable for her (and the rest of his family/siblings)

I don’t think they meant to do it at all but Phil and Chayanne accidentally created an idea of Tallulah that she was in constant need of protection, constantly keeping her in the center of their attention out of their fear that she might get hurt

And then the disappearance happened. And that idea is clearly far from true

Tallulah and Chayanne were separated. Tallulah had her support ripped out from under her and Chayanne no longer could be that support. And they both survived. Not only survived- Tallulah actually came back stronger. She no longer lags behind and runs out of breath. Her fainting spells are much rarer and honestly she seems to be doing better than a lot of the other eggs and residents. She’s braver and curiouser and stronger and more independent

(Note: I am choosing to ignore the tiny part of this interpretation that COULD imply that disability could just be overcome through having to try hard enough because I think it would probably be more of a case of an older, more independent child would just usually have better coping skills to depend on or might just outgrow some of the symptoms naturally)

And on the opposite end Chayanne had a lot of naivety and confidence shattered. HE was the the one to convince the eggs to leave their homes, HE was the one taking the lead when they got separated, HE believed he should be strong enough to protect everyone. Thankfully all of the siblings survived but still he feels guilty. He has been forcibly reminded that he may be strong, and loving, and dependable, but he’s still just a naive kid, and I think he’s finally recognized that he needs to depend on his family to take care of and support him as much as he does for them

And in a way this switch in dynamic is very fitting. Age has little to do with the fact that both of them have different strengths. When Tallulah was sick and the biggest challenges their family faced was dangerous monsters and dungeons, Chayanne’s physical strength and bravery were what she depended on. Now things have gotten more complicated, more mentally taxing, more emotional, and it’s now time that Tallulah- a sensitive, emotionally intelligent child- to return the favor and care for him

(I couldn’t find a good way to insert this naturally but it’s also interesting that Phil has not noticed this change yet really. He’s aware his kids are a bit more independent and mature now but I think he’s partially still clinging to the idea of returning to what they had before and partially in too much of a survival mindset to FULLY recognize the significance of this emotional shift. This isn’t negative towards him though- he’s still quick to recognize when he’s gone too far or when he needs to step up to support them, I just think like most things he’s taking things one step and so missed the connections a little)

#qsmp #ThoughtsTheoriesandRamblings

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forabeatofadrum · 5 months

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The Still Untitled Klaine December Challenge Fic (3/21)

AO3 | S&C

ENLARGE

Blaine wakes up on time, which is a good thing, since that means that jet lag is finally ebbing away. He goes to the kitchen in order to get some breakfast and Quinn’s already dressed and ready to go.

“Morning,” Blaine sing-songs, “Are you going to spin club?”

Quinn nods.

“Can I take the car?” she asks.

“Of course,” Blaine answers, but then he feels a bit uneasy. The car. That’s another thing they need to figure out. They own that together as well. “Will you be back afterwards?”

Quinn grabs the keys and says: “I don’t know. Might have a drink with the girls.”

“Ah.”

“But tonight we can figure stuff out, alright?”

Blaine’s certain they won’t be able to figure it all out in one evening, but it’s a start. He tells Quinn to have a nice day.

Blaine goes to visit his parents. They weren’t there yesterday to welcome him back, because they were busy, but Blaine’s mom basically demanded that he’d come over for lunch today. They missed him a lot.

Since Quinn has the car, Blaine takes public transport and it’s doable, but it’s not Ljubljana. Los Angeles, and all of America, heavily favours cars and Blaine misses his Slovenian €1,30 bus ticket immediately.

Blaine walks up to his parents’ house’s porch and the front door always swings open.

“My boy!” his mom yells loudly, probably upsetting everyone in this posh neighbourhood. She runs towards him with her arms stretched out.

“Mom!” Blaine goes to hug his mother.

Then he hears his father chuckle.

“Someone’s missed you,” he says, “And that someone is me.”

“Hey dad,” Blaine says.

He missed his parents. They might not be the most affectionate and adoring parents in the world, and they’re insane workaholics and spent a lot of time away from home, but Blaine and Cooper grew up being loved.

Besides, once Blaine’s dad’s company got big, they moved to LA, and then Blaine and Quinn moved to LA after their studies, so now they see each other more often.

Blaine’s mom ushers everyone inside and as expected, she went all out in the kitchen. Blaine’s mom loves cooking as a way to share her love. The three of them eat and talk about Ljubljana. Of course Blaine’s talked to his parents while he was there, but it’s different face-to-face and Blaine spent more time talking to Quinn. After an hour or so, Cooper barges in and it’s fun and Blaine almost forgot that there’s something different now, until he mentions Kurt.

“Kurt? That’s your American friend, right?” his dad asks, “Has he also returned home?”

“Oh. Yes.”

“Good,” Blaine’s mom says and that’s that. The conversation moves on to other topics and Blaine sits back, slightly in shock.

Right.

Kurt is just some guy he met in Ljubljana. That’s all his parents know. Blaine never talked much about him, even before Blaine realised he had feelings for him, because those conversations were mostly with Quinn. And of course once he and Kurt got together, he never told anyone apart from Quinn, Sunil, Tadeja and Kurt’s family. Then Quinn told Denise with his permission.

Blaine isn’t ready to enlarge this safe bubble of people who know that he’s gay. It feels so daunting. He knew that coming out would be part of it, but back in Ljubljana it was “a thing for the future” and now it’s that future and Blaine has no clue what to do.

But maybe he can already plant a seed in his family’s brain. Maybe he can slowly let it slip that Kurt’s more important than they think.

“Actually-” Blaine cuts off Cooper’s spiel about his new face routine, “-I am going to New York to visit Kurt!”

“Lovely, dear,” his mom says, “Glad to hear you got a lasting friendship.”

And that’s it again. Blaine doesn’t know what else to add, since it’s clear that his family doesn’t pick up that Blaine wants to say more about Kurt, so he just eats his lunch in silence. After all, he has no more stories about Ljubljana to share, since they all involve his new love life.

“Apartment?”

“Check.”

“Car?”

“Check.”

“Household contents?”

“Check.”

“Shared subscriptions.”

“I’m still fine with sharing a Netflix account.”

“Same. Did I miss anything?”

Blaine looks over the list that Quinn has created. They’re brainstorming on what to brainstorm on. Everything is going to change. The two of them have been living separately since April, with Quinn dating Denise in LA and Blaine dating Kurt in Ljubljana, but now it’s time to actually plan for their future without each other.

Unfortunately, they had planned a shared future.

“Can I just say I am glad we never decided to share a bank account?” Quinn sighs.

“Or buy a house together,” Blaine adds.

“Or get married and have a kid!”

Those were all part of their future plans, but they weren’t there yet.

Blaine slides the list back to Quinn. Where do they start? Right now, they live together. Quinn and Denise did remodel the spare room into a new bedroom for Quinn, so they sleep separately. That is fine for now, but something is off. They were living together as friends before they started dating, so they can do it again, but what will change and what won’t?

Even little unimportant things are so big out of nowhere. Yesterday evening, there was some contention on whether or not they would be in the bathroom at the same time. They didn’t do that when they were friends, but they did when they were dating. So do they stop? But they’ve already seen each other naked, so does it matter?

Are there rules for this?

The main thing is the apartment. Can they continue to live together?

The two of them discuss the pros and cons, and Quinn mentions that she might not be ready live with Denise.

“Aren’t lesbians known for moving in together immediately?” Blaine jokes, “That’s the U-Haul thing, right?”

But Quinn’s face falls and Blaine immediately senses he made a mistake.

“I’m not…” Quinn trials off.

An awkward silence stretches between them.

“Oh,” Blaine says quietly.

“Or I- Well, I don’t know if I am, you know, a lesbian.”

Quinn looks very uncomfortable with this situation.

“Oh,” Blaine says again. He fucked up. He tries to think what to do. What would Kurt say? “You know it’s okay if you are.”

“Of course I do,” Quinn snaps and it shocks Blaine. Quinn’s eyes also widen and she groans. “I know. Being a lesbian is a good thing. Lesbian isn’t a dirty word! Lesbians are amazing.”

It sounds like a mantra.

“Lesbians are amazing,” Blaine agrees.

“But this is- I’ve only known that I’m not straight for four months. I get that I’ve always liked girls in a way, but does that mean I never liked guys? I don’t know!”

“You don’t have to know,” Blaine says, because that is also Kurt would say. Blaine is new to this as well. “Sorry that I assumed.”

“No, no, I get it,” Quinn says awkwardly, “I am in love with a lesbian. And maybe I am one as well, but as I say, all that I know for sure is that I am Denise’s.”

That makes sense. Blaine also held on to his feelings for Kurt when everything else was changing around him. But Blaine knows he’s gay. He’s never liked a girl in his life, but he just thought he did.

“… Do you want to talk about it?” Blaine asks.

“I’d rather not think about it,” Quinn says after a beat of silence, “Can we just go back to our list?”

“Sure,” Blaine says, although he has the feeling that they won’t get anything done today.

End notes: It's been 3.5 years since I lived in Ljubljana and I still bitch about how much I miss the €1,30 bus ticket.

#klaine #glee #december klaine challenge 2023 #enlarge #multichaptered #2023 #holy fuck I wrote

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astolary · 2 years

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hii can i get some sova headcanons?? i love your works and i need more sova content so <3<3

𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 .

( Synopsis ) Domestic, soft headcanons with Sova as your boyfriend :3

( Author's Note ) Thank you so much for your support!! Everyone's so sweet in my inbox hehe, I hope it stays that way :>

( Pairing ) Sova x GN! Reader

( Cotent Warning ) Cursing.

( Word Count ) 0.9k+ words // NOT EDITED!

PART ONE || PART TWO

He does photography of birds, right? Now imagine, he does photography on birds and you.

One-third of the photobook is dedicated to his old pictures of the majestic owls and small parakeets, and one-third is dedicated to you. The last third is dedicated to you and birds and his family.

Just think about all the dates you both have been on, the FLASH! At that exact moment, you would whip your head at the speed of light and scream to delete that picture.

Maybe food crumbs or sauce would be on the corner of your mouth. Your appearance is all over the place, or in the spur of the moment, Sova captured a photo that screams "Wtf" energy.

He's never deleting it. If you take photos of him drooling or snoring, he's doing the same.

There are photos of you two hanging on the walls, if there's a fireplace somewhere in your house there is a photo of you two smiling under New Year fireworks.

His hair, it's so silky I bet you it stays in place even if he stubbed his toe and sank to the ground in pain.

Adores when you run your hand on his scalp.

But! When you style it, he likes it too because it makes you stand behind him.

Flower crown hairstyles are his favorite but without the flowers. He doesn't like picking up the flower from Mother Nature, it's like plucking a baby flower from its parent.

You two have that special spot.

Maybe the both of you are washing the dishes together, or setting the table, but Sova already falls deeper in love with you during these simple moments.

He's generally quiet, but is very affectionate.

You're the one hovering around him most of the time when you're giving each other good night kisses, not the other way around. You don't like Sova using his strength to prop himself up to make sure he doesn't crush you with his weight.

He's used to waking up early if he isn't tired or suffering from jet lag, so if you're not an early bird this man will stay still in bed and admire you.

He won't go to the toilet, he won't drink water, he'll wait for you to wake up. Because he wants to be greeted by your eyes and voice the first thing in the morning. (Unless some of you guys wake up at 8 pm or something, Sova will still be beside you in bed.)

So you both suffer morning breath together <3

You wear his turtle necks, very comfy I would recommend 100%

He's the kind of guy to listen to music blasting in the house with no earphones, so if his type of music isn't your cup of tea:

You fight back with your type of music that's probably not his cup of tea either.

Music was blasted at max volume in Bluetooth speakers. The first one to scream at the other to stop loses. The score is a tie.

If you aren't a fan of super sweet cakes: pasta cake. Or just a big bowl of your favorite food.

Someone who gives some of the best massages. Bones cracking a lot but you are at peace.

He brought you to the top of the building to stargaze once.

Definition of opposite temperatures. If you are cold, you hug him and he's warm and toasty. If you're hot, you hug him and you feel a tad bit refreshed. Which confuses the two of you a lot.

Ties your shoelaces when he was concerned you were going to trip on them. You thought he was gonna propose or kneel down and give you a present.

HIS BEANIES! You stole two or four and they're now sitting inside your closet. You wore them once outside and he thought it would be cute to match with you.

If you're learning his native language to surprise him, the surprise got destroyed. Blown away. Thrown down the drain and is now floating in the direction of Niagara Falls.

Generally speaking, if you both trust each other that much to the extent, you both know each other's passwords.

That means Sova unlocking your phone at random times.

Maybe he wanted to buy you YouTube or Spotify premium?

He runs into your notes, all the videos you downloaded, all the apps, and your search history.

You come into the room to get your phone and Sova freezes in place.

He doesn't know if he should feel bad for ruining the surprise or to embrace you, place your hand on top of his heart, and show how fast his heart is beating.

He ends up helping you with pronunciation but fills up with dread when he starts to catch on you understand all the Russian phrases he whispered to you while waking up.

You knew exactly what he was thinking and mimicked what he said to you when you woke up.

"I'll be waiting for you to arise from your slumber, my darling love."

▎EXTRA:

Will eat your food with a straight face if it is disgusting and say you can become a top chef.

"Sova, no stop! The meat is still a bit raw and there's too much salt, what the hell!"

"What do you mean your meal is perfectly cooked."

Guess who felt sick after that incident with an upset stomach. This guy.

He was disappointed when you refused to kiss him since you might get sick as well and nobody would take care of you two, but used this chance to make you hold his hand.

...You couldn't take it. You kissed him.

So now you are sick as well. At least you don't have a stomach ache.

Sage and Skye in disguises, while his babushka and relatives fly to your place, are on the way.

At least you both could now lie down in the same bed together again.

astolary 2022 — do not edit, repost, or translate.

#（ ❁ଓ.° ） astro! valorant #valorant #valorant headcanons #valorant protocol #valorant x reader #valorant scenarios #valorant sova #valorant sova x reader #sova x reader #sova headcanons

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absolutebl · 1 year

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Oh! My Sunshine Night

Binge watch.

Okay so I am hopped up on cold meds and jet lagged and I decided to try to watch this soapy mess because why tf not?

Ep 1

Oh no, it’s good. Like: this is a good opening. And I do love OhmFluke, but you know who I really love? Noh (orig. Nitiman). Gah.

For the first time in a long while two boys in a BL make for actually believable brothers. Whacha know?

Fluke’s hair is AWFUL.

And suddenly the whole thing goes v odd. I’m not sure if that’s the captions, or if the show itself is trying to be existential. What an odd meet cute and what strange dialogue.

I’m so confused.

It’s like it’s trying to be both BL and transcendental poetry.

I like spunky Fluke tho.

Linguistic corner: these two are using chan/nai for I/you - v formal.

Poor Noh, they always make him play sports when it’s clear he just... doesn’t.

How much do I love the whipping boy side couple?

SO MUCH!!!!

Ep 2

Is the thing with the apples just to make Fluke cry?

I like the conflicted poor little rich kids family dynamic.

But there’s a lot of establishing scenes, it’s moving pretty slowly.

Sorry this one isn’t whipping me into a verbal frenzy. I’d drink, but not on top of cold meds. You know those warnings on med labels? They’re for me. I’m the one that shouldn’t operate machinery, not even a computer.

Wait. What? Why didn’t we get to SEE this bit?

Ep 3

So this is about classical music and no one is actually playing and no one is singing, so I’m absolutely fine with it.

The fencers with the unrequited crushes are boring to me. But there is a kind of Midsummer Night’s Dream aspect to these relationship dynamics.

GAH! The apple collecting thing was so cute and so romantic.

Not a lot of BL tropes so far in this show, but I like it’s brand of sappy.

I love how utterly incapable of flirting Kim is.

The opening the car door thing did, in fact, make me hoot with laughter.

Fluke’s pretty darn good at being a bossy bitch and Ohm does exasperation well. Honestly, I’m liking this show a lot more than I thought I would.

Oh yay! We get to see Rain sleeping in his boys room. Lovely. I do enjoy whipping boy trope, v kinky.

*sits back and smiles in dominant smug*

I ALSO love the little brat in-crush with Rugby Rain. It’s all very delish.

It’s thanksgiving all over again, I’m all about the side dishes.

Okay, the end of this episode was so confusing. Are they play acting a couple break up for the girl? Are they actually arguing? What are they arguing about? Were they dating? What happened? What’d I miss? Why the dramatic soap opera music? Why the overacting?

What is going on?

Ep 4

Oh I forgot about the fencers.

And finally a BL trope, crash into me. (At least it wasn’t a pratfall kiss.)

Oh I do like a gay fencer sword pun.

Very nice.

Also, a shower scene already? Are these two the PokeTongue’s of this show?

Who let Star Hunter in the house?

Rain + Sun and the insults was great. Very funny. These two are kinda of alike, actually. Fun fun. I like these characters.

Bounce bounce.

Why didn’t anyone tell me this was such a goofy show?

I’m getting a tiny bleed of Japanese slapstick absurdist leaking in and I’m not mad about it. The weird apples and arbitrary mood swings should have tipped me off.

This show has almost a panto play going on.

Rain IDing his brother’s bf and being like, welcome to the fam, I leave him in you care was such a Dom move.

Oh, baby is a floppy drunk! Finally some BL tropes are dropping. And another crash into me. And a wet towel sponge bath. Tropes coming thick & fast now (speaking of thick & fast.... wait, no, bad cold meds, don’t go there)...

Okay, we are back in familiar territory. I thought this one was going to be original. Silly me! This is BL!

Not sure if I am disappointed or not.

Ep 5

Bathroom drama.

Fencing sword boys drama. Why so mean? Honestly, if I were Kim I’d be out too.

Ooo Rain with the consent, even if it’s just a hook up. Also... boys. Bunk beds? Everyone is gonna know. Like EVERYONE.

This show is going places I really did not expect.

Oh! It was all a fake out. *pout*

Okay baby boy, you get down with those fantasies. I’m with you. He hot.

What’s with Sun and the magical Ikea box?

Also, they’ve know each other since childhood trope? Really?

*whines” I don’t want to add another one to that trope list.

Ep 6

I like the plot of butler dad kinda finding out his son is involved with the heir. Good dramatic twisting. Also, evil homophobic jerk nozzle, turns out.

I remain engaged.

Did the stretching part make me grin?

Yes t did. Boys rolling around on mats together never fails to please.

There are a lot of faen fatals and fatales. Like this show is lousy with them. I see why everyone called it a soap opera.

I am so happy that there is no singing I don’t even mind that no one can play an instrument in that whole band (orchestra).

Honestly, the band leader (conductor) looks like First’s (of JaFirst) older brother. It’s wigging me out.

Ep 7

Look, I admit, I am not even half way through and I am flagging a bit. This is a long arse show.

Speaking of arses...

Another shower scene?

(Anyone else notice that it’s always the same shower? No? Just me. Can’t be helped. Unforgotten Night has made me overly concerned with Thai pluming in BL ... not a euphemism.)

Boy this series has a supper voyeuristic lens. Not that I’m complaining, never that.

(Bops over to see if the director is gay.... MDL = no info on subject. Well, okay then.)

Returns to shower scene, arses, pluming, and supposition.

Oh! Wound tending!

Ooo, rejected fencing cutie makes move on Sun! Kim is not pleased. you snooze you loose, big boy.

Coils within coils, this is such a soap. I love it. Did I mention I was raised on bread, water & East Enders?

Okay maybe not raised.

Definitely watched too much of it tho.

Oooo, that was a very Light On Me moment.

PAUSE TO REFUEL

Okay I have consumed Korean soft tofu stew and more loopy-making cold meds, and will work on a pomegranate while I continue to watch.

Ep 8

Mostly worked on the pomegranate.

Meds took effect.

Stuff happened int he show but I forgot to make notes. Pomegranate distraction.

Oddly, I’m missing the swordsmen.

Ep 9

Oh, hair drying. Cute. I kinda have come around to this trope over the years I’ve had it shoved in my face... erm... flopped on my head.

MORE SHOWER

Oh! My Showering Night more like it.

I declare this BL official winner of this trope.

Meanwhile beach frolic. AND a woods frolic.

Ep 10

Finally I’m half way through!

Oooo we have a magic heart rebooting BOOP! to go with the magic apples.

Oooo more shower scene, this time with added bonus sexitimes. Also neck kisses! My favorite.

I’m sorry but I just keep imagining what if we had gotten to this level with Nitman?

Oh, what could have been.

Nice kisses! But also no sex on the beach boys, no one enjoys that.

Meanwhile, the fencers can’t figure their shit out, because they keep fighting with the wrong swords.

And our main couple is being quite tame with a shoulder lean, side hug, water watching triple trope strike on the beach.

Okay weird dream helicopter thing.

Look, Mean Rich Paw, I’d kick him out of the house for wearing that outfit alone.

No other reasons needed.

Disown the fucker.

Band shirt/vest/thingy, no inheritance for you!

Man the fashion this year in BL has been brutal.

Ep 11

I don’t know If I can finish this tonight.

Invited up to the Sun’s room is he? (occasional flashes of DeanPharm).

Okay, wait, the premise of Sun’s illness is SO STRANGE. He has to eat apples and stay away from his parents to save his heart?

What the hell is going on?

The whipping boy always has to run, identity separation is part of the trope. Because his identity is too tied to the spoiled prince, he has to try to make it on his own to realize he can’t.

I like the twist of butler dad encouraging him to leave, tho. (Usually whipping boy is abandoned or an orphan.)

Ep 12

OMG who eats shrimp when they are allergic to shellfish? for fuck’s sake.

Another white towel sponge bath? I take back what I said about lack of tropes.

I do love the tug and cuddle my human bolster pillow. It’s very sleepy entitled.

I am v bored by the parents buying the estate plot-line. I can’t decide if doctor lady is running a con or father and son are running a reverse con on her?

OOOO DRAMA!!!

The parents have died! Rain is missing! The doctor lady is indeed evil! Ohm has to act!

Oh fuck me not the amnesia trope.

I HATE THAT TROPE.

Okay, I gotta go to bed. I really tried. Had this been a normal length Thai BL I would have made it. But the rise of the amnesia trope did me in.

Tomorrow~

Ep 13

I am glad Dad Butler is evil enough to recognize Dr. lady is also Evil. And we have a textbook soap opera definition hostile takeover. The evils go up against each other.

We are in true Heirs level soap opera territory now.

Someone is definitely going to be kidnapped soon.

Ep 14

This is my surprised face, the man allergic to shellfish, who still eats shrimp, goes wandering off into the forest with no survival skills when he has a brain injury.

Fantastic.

A time-lapse 3 months.

Finally, the attack of the amnesia trope!

I am so unhappy about this.

Ep 15

We are moving into Bold & Beautiful level soap.

The guys in the woods are still looking for Rain, still wearing exactly the same clothes that they’ve been wearing for 3 months.

Apple boy, still eating apples and still talking to completely whacked out mother. I hate her. While Kim turns into a forgetful depressed rich recluse in the mountains. Now I understand why people got frustrated with this show.

I feel like I read this as a really bad 70s romance novel, or maybe it’s meant to be like a Jane Eyre remake?

Anyway, finally, our boys are reunited, but of course, amnesia trope. We hates it precious. All the friends have arrived. Or to be more precise all the incestuous faen fatals have arrived.

Ep 16

After 3 months, one would have hoped the fencing boys had figured out their shit. I guess not. More evil fashion.

I just can’t even. At least they took it off him fast. Wish it had gotten ripped in the process.

Fencing boys now figuring everything out in the best way possible.

This show keep surprising me with how high heat it is.

Ep 17

Magical, candy-colored comets. I just can’t with this show. Also… new crumbs.

The refractory period on these rebound couples is as fast as the show is slow. Some weird monogamy mathematical principle must be in play.

And it’s finally revealed that they are childhood sweethearts.

OhmFluke do give good kiss. Fluke dose submission v well.

In fact * waves hands airily about* good kisses all around. Well done cast!

Also, and I am only admitting this to you people, but I totally have a fetish for CMNM and we NEVER get to see it, so thank you for this one, OMSN.

Ep 18

Good sex, bad plot.

That’s my ultimate review of this show. (Which makes this kinda a runner up to KP to be honest)

Look, I get that BL has rules that must be obeyed:

boys must damsel off into the woods alone.

boys must talk to their not-quite boyfriend while said bf is asleep, but he is never actually asleep.

not one drop of rain is ever allowed to touch your boyfriend’s head because DOOM AWAITS

Clear? OK. No I don’t understand why these rules exist either. I don’t make them, the BL gods do.

Anyway OMSN is all over rule #1.

Anyway, back to this damn show. Attempted kidnapping, and Kim has to save his boyfriend with a bow & arrow plus some arbitrary somersaulting in, what is this now? The Hunger Games BL?

*ooo, wait a moment - KOREA make that happen! - where was i?*

WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

THIS SHOW IS TOTALLY ON CRACK IN A WAY THAT, FRANKLY, EVEN YYY COULDN’T EMULATE.

Look, my dumb new dictation software made that into all caps and I’m leaving it because it’s entirely appropriate.

Meanwhile, you can not do a close-up of a gun if it doesn’t have a trigger. I understand there are weird regulations in place but just do a further away shot OK?

Oh look, it’s ABL’s Angels.

Want to start a detective agency, pretty boys? I’ll be your voice in the box. You can have all the shower scenes you want. We could invite MaxTul? I’m sure they’d be game. (Frankly Manner of Death had a more cohesive plot than this.)

We basically end on a pastiche of troops that the show didn’t manage to hit earlier: boys on bridges, a forehead kiss, back hugs, put a robe on him, and...

How do I sum this up?

I am left with mostly a profound feeling of confusion. Where did Dad Butler go? And yet I am also curiously satisfied. I mean, all the sex scenes were good. I don’t know how to rate this. Less annoying than LITA, not as boring as it could’ve been? Except that I was really quick on the fast forward button and skipped a ton of establishing shots. This was probably agony to get through if you watched it week-by-week, but it’s OK as a high-speed binge.

What the hell?

7/10

Quick Pitch:

Kim, a tsundere musician meets Sun, a sunshine transfer student with a weak heart. Also there’s a hot older brother + their household servant, and a couple of fencers for good measure. Initially this pretends to be a normal university BL, then it slips on wet tiles and falls right on trough multiple shower scenes into ludicrous soap opera territory leaving one with a sensation rather like trying to hold onto soap in a communal shower. Ultimately, everyone seems pretty happy they bent over, but no one actually got clean.

Or should I say soap dishes?

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#oh my sunshine night #thai bl #watch along #ohm thitiwat #ohmfluke #noh phouluang #nitiman #no singing!#sword puns #honor the crumbs #gay fencers #PokeTongue #Star Hunter Studio #East Enders #Such a soap opera #Nitman #DeanPharm #KimSun

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charlesandmiranda · 3 months

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1/31: Shinjuku morning and Akihabara afternoon

After our first night in Shinjuku, we spent the earlier part of the day wandering around the Kabukicho area before we had to check out of Hotel Gracery. It was kind of interesting, because the area is primarily known for its nightlife, as I mentioned before, but it's still very busy during the day, with people seemingly just passing through, or folks cleaning and getting ready to open up at night. It's definitely a different vibe. We walked through some more game centers and arcades, just to kind of leisurely pass the time, before around 2 pm(ish) we hit Shinjuku station and started heading towards our next place to stay. Here's Charles playing easy mode on a drumming game, playing along to the opening theme of Spy x Family, which is a very cute, popular anime we both like.

I also had to stop at a Japanese Krispy Kreme because they're exceptionally tasty, and they have a super classy vibe that is definitely not part of the marketing in the US

Before Shinjuku station, we stopped by a department store that houses the Godzilla store, called Marui. They definitely had some cool Godzilla stuff to see.

Lastly, before we left Shinjuku, we went to a guitar store, where Charles bought a guitar pedal (this was very much a precursor to what was to come, haha)

The next place we headed to was Chiyoda, where we stayed in the Manga Art Hotel! It was a capsule hotel, comprising two floors -- one for men and one for women. If you're not familiar with a capsule hotel, they're like...private bunks or tiny rooms fitting a single person, and they often have dorm-like shared facilities for showers, bathrooms, sinks, etc. A lot of them are very simple, but you can find some super cool themed ones like this one, too. And best of all, they're typically very inexpensive, which we definitely took no issue with! haha.

The big draw for the Manga Art Hotel, for me, is that it essentially also functioned as a manga library (manga are Japanese comics!) The capsules are built kind of like walled in bunk beds and they're all decked out with tons of manga, in both English and Japanese, and you're free to borrow and read as much as you like for the duration of your stay! I also really loved the design or the whole thing, it had a sort of funky, clean and modern look and there was a really beautiful balcony on the women's floor. I only wish it had been a little warmer, or I would have loved to spend time out there!! Sadly we were still a bit too jet lagged to get much reading in, but I read the first two volumes of Tokyo Tarareba Girls and Charles read Give My Regards To Black Jack. I'll do a separate photo dump for Manga Art Hotel after this post!

The whole building we stayed in was actually quite cool, the ground floor appeared to be some kind of pop up music venue, and on the third floor right below where I stayed, there was an extremely tasty and charming coffee shop called Social Good Roasters!!! There is soooo much really good coffee here in Japan, even from vending machines and convenience stores (called "conbinis" here!) that even fast and cheap coffee is fun to try.

After dropping off our luggage, we went to spend the afternoon roaming around Akihabara, which is also known as Electric Town. It started off back in the day as a hub for folks to buy and sell new and used electronics and computer parts, but now it's best known as an otaku (geek) hub, that also boasts an impressive number of arcades and shops where you can buy anime goods like statues and figures, plushes, buttons, keychains, all kinds of stuff. There are also some cool stores for famous brands like Tamashii Nations, Kotobukiya, and one of my favorites, the Mandarake Complex -- Mandarake is a secondhand goods shop that sells a huge variety of manga, doujinshi (fan comics), cards, figures, etc. They occasionally have really old and rare stuff so it's almost like visiting a museum!

I will say, maybe it's the time of year or maybe it's just us, but the variety of stuff at Akihabara this time around was not as exciting as times we've gone in the past; just not as much of the cool old/vintage stuff and wide variety as we've seen before. Neither one of us are really into the most popular anime and manga right now, so most of the stuff on display was

We wandered around til well past dark, but at this point the jet-lag was setting in. We stopped for a snack break at the popular chain Mister Donut (which is, as you'd expect, a donut shop -- they're much like....chewier and less sweet than American donuts) we hit a few other places before we decided to head back to Manga Art Hotel and turn in early.

Keep you all posted with more soon! M.

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waitmyturtles · 1 year

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This trip’s been INNNNSAANNNNE (jet lag) (so. much. jet. lag.), but dammit, I DID watch episode 7 of Bed Friend because WHAT THE FUCK KRIT GOING TO UEA’S MOM’S HOUSE??? PREDATOR!

And in that dining room! Predator on predator on abuser! Pran’s dad! (lol @wen-kexing-apologist) Krit! That JACKASS MOM! Too many assholes!

But unfortunately, something hit about this episode (and I do have to say that each episode gets better and better). Now that I’ve been in a hemisphere and continent different than mine for a while now, and I’ve been catching up with my overseas-from-me fam and friends — there was something unfortunately realistic about that scene from my Asian lens, even though I think, from my American lens, it was a little over the top.

There was something about an OBSESSION FOR CONTROL in that scene that I could relate to from my Asian lens. A lot was happening there. Before that scene, Uea’s mom hit him up for money again — there’s filial piety, there’s collectivism. Uea still cannot prioritize his pain and healing in the face of his mom’s demands — that’s the movement away from his past abuse that he needs to make.

Pran’s dad needs Uea to shut the hell up about the past. If Uea forces this revelation (which he ultimately does), both Pran’s dad and Uea know that their family falls apart (which it does).

And fucking Krit. Krit knows — likely because he can vibe Uea’s weak spots, likely because Krit has, in the past, abused the abused — that going to Uea’s family would cause Uea MORE pain (wanting to hurt him), AND add ANOTHER layer of control over Uea, not only by being his boss, but by also getting Uea’s mom on his (Krit’s) side, all while Uea still supports his mom grudgingly.

And that’s why the anger that Uea threw was such a relief. His shell is beginning to crack.

There’s so much to say about King, but I don’t have the time, but I thought Net was FABULOUS in this episode, and I can’t fucking wait for the big-ass vacay and throwdown that’s previewed for next week. I LOVE THIS SHOWWWWW.

#bed friend #bed friend meta #too much to say no time to say it but this show is fantastic #roadtrip posts #king x uea #uea x king

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atlfics · 5 months

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Alex's Holiday Blues- All Time Low Fanfiction

Alex is grouchy around the holidays, much to Jack's frustration. Word Count: 4550

TW: mentions of family member death

More notes at the end.

“Alex, I’m so excited to decorate our house for Christmas! It’s going to look so magical, and be so special!” Jack exclaimed, pulling into a parking spot in the back of the parking lot at Target.

“Yeah, it’ll be great. Damn, I can’t believe we’re parking all the way back here, it must be a zoo inside,” Alex replied, looking around the parking lot with a concerned look on his face.

Jack took a deep breath, not wanting to show his frustration with Alex’s attitude. Decorating for Christmas together had been a tradition that Alex and Jack had done every year since they had been together, it was a tradition that they both typically looked forward to as soon as Halloween was over.

For the past few days, Jack had been hinting to Alex that he wanted to go to Target to purchase new decorations to add to their already huge collection. Normally, a Target trip to buy decor was right up Alex’s alley, he loved it just as much as Jack did, which is why Jack couldn’t figure out why Alex had such a flat reaction to the proposal of a Target run, and why he was continuing to act so unenthused.

“It probably is a bit busy, but I think we knew what we were getting ourselves into when we decided to come here. We do this every year, we deal with the crowd every year. I think it’ll be fun to get some new decor, we didn’t get very much last year,” Jack continued, forcing an exaggerated smile, hoping it would put Alex in a more festive mood.

“That’s true, we didn’t. Well, let’s go and get some stuff so we can get back home,” Alex said, opening his door and getting out of the car.

Jack breathed a quiet sigh as he got out of his car, locking it once both doors were shut. As they walked up the sidewalk to the entrance of the store, Alex lagged behind Jack with his hands in his pockets, and his gaze down at his feet. Once they got into the store, Jack grabbed a cart, and a confused look appeared on Alex’s face.

“You’re getting a cart? How much decor do you plan on getting?” Alex asked, as Jack started to walk towards the seasonal section of the store.

“Well, I don’t plan on, like, buying out the entire store, but I want to get a few things, and I don’t want to have to carry everything by hand. Don’t worry, we won’t break the bank,” Jack replied, trying his hardest to not sound like a smart-ass; he really didn’t want to have an argument with Alex on what was supposed to be a fun day for the both of them.

“Oh, okay, just wondering,”

Jack kept walking towards the holiday section, still frustrated and confused by Alex’s attitude. He was determined to have a fun day with his boyfriend, doing a tradition that they both typically loved, so he acted like everything was fine. Once they got to the holiday decor, Jack’s face lit up in excitement; everything was so bright, shiny, colorful and festive. Jack wanted to look at everything, but decided to start with the ornaments.

“Look at all these ornaments, they have a great selection this year! I love all of the sets, but these individual ones are so cute; we should each pick one out for our tree!” Jack exclaimed, parking the cart and starting to browse the wall of ornaments.

Alex didn’t say anything, he just began to look up and down the wall, his face remaining emotionless. Without giving it much thought, Alex picked out a fabric dinosaur ornament, continuing to stare down at it when Jack turned to look at Alex.

“What did you pick? I picked this cute sleigh that has a frame for a photo, I thought we could take a picture in front of the tree once it’s up, and put it in the frame,” Jack said, holding the ornament up for Alex to see.

“Yeah, that sounds like a nice idea. I picked this little dinosaur with a Santa hat, it was the first thing I saw so I went with it,” Alex explained, mindlessly throwing his ornament in the shopping cart.

“Well, it’s really cute! Maybe we can name him later, I think that could be fun. Let’s go look at the tinsel and other decor,”

Jack pushed the cart to the next aisle, glad to see so many different garlands of tinsel to choose from. He was immediately drawn to a garland with red, green, and silver tinsel, and decide that they needed a few of them. He took three down from the hook, and put them in the cart.

“Three garlands, isn’t that a lot? We do still have garland from previous years,” Alex pointed out, eyeing the mountain of tinsel that was in the cart.

“We do still have some, yeah, but we really need to replace them. We’ve always hung them with tape, and when we take them down and have to take the tape off, it always makes part of the garland break off, so they’re actually really short now. It’ll be nice to have new garlands, and they’ll probably look better than the old ones, too,”

Alex shrugged his shoulders, then followed Jack as he continued to lead them through the aisles. Jack continued to look at the different pieces of decor, and Alex continued to offer short, sarcastic comments every time Jack added something to the cart. Eventually, Jack decided that he’d had enough, and it was time to go home. They did still have a lot to work with at the house, and everything in the cart would help the house in coming together. Jack quickly scanned everything through at a self-checkout, and Alex made a comment about how high the total cost of everything was, adding to Jack’s annoyance at his boyfriend.

Once they got back into the car, Alex immediately grabbed his phone from his pocket and started to mindlessly scroll on it, leaning his head against the passenger window. Jack didn’t even try to start a conversation with Alex, he knew that something was up; he wasn’t sure what, but he knew that the car wasn’t the best place to figure everything out. After an awkwardly silent drive, Jack finally pulled the car into the driveway, breaking Alex’s attention from his phone.

“Oh good, we’re back,” Alex suddenly said, looking around at his surroundings.

“Yep, we are. Let’s grab everything and go in,” Jack replied, getting out of his seat, and grabbing every bag from the trunk of the car.

Alex slowly followed Jack to the door, watching as Jack struggled to unlock the door while carrying all their purchases. Once they were inside, Alex immediately kicked his shoes off, then went into the living room, leaving Jack to lock the door, while still holding all of the newly purchased decorations.

“What the fuck, Alex?” Jack muttered under his breath, still upset as to why Alex was acting like this.

After relocating the door and taking his shoes off, Jack brought all the bags into the living room, where Alex was sitting on the couch, looking at something on his phone.

“Alright, let’s get decorating! Do you want me to make us some hot chocolate for while we decorate, like we’ve usually done in the past?” Jack offered, setting the bags of decor on the floor by the boxes of the decor they already had.

“Nah, I think I’m okay with my water from earlier. Anyway, what are we doing first?” Alex asked, turning his phone off and setting it on the coffee table in front of him.

“Well, I think we should get the tree assembled where it is supposed to go, then we can string the lights, and do the ornaments. What do you think?”

“Yeah, works for me,”

Alex slowly stood up from the couch, stretching before walking over to the huge cardboard box that held their Christmas tree.

“Okay, we have to get the frame secured in the stand first, then we add the branches to the frame. Don’t forget, the branches are color coded; the painted color on the base at the different levels matches up with the colored tags on each branch,”

“I forgot how meticulous this tree is. Let’s get started, I guess,”

Alex began to sift through the tree box, finding the metal poles that made up the center of the tree. Jack started to go through the box, determined to continue biting his tongue at Alex’s attitude. He started to pull out the branches, and began to sort them by the color on the tags. Alex put the poles in the right order, then put them into the base.

“Do we need to tighten the pole into the base? I can’t remember, but I’ve never been great at that, if you want to do it,” Alex asked, going back over to the box and starting to sort the branches.

“No, we don’t have to with this tree. Do you want to go ahead and start putting the bottom layer of branches on the tree, and fluffing the branches?” Jack suggested, continuing to sort the branches.

“Sure, I guess. Where’s the first layer?”

“Right there, next to you,”

Without saying anything else, Alex began to lazily place the branches on the center of the tree. Once all the branches were on, Alex started to fluff the tree. Normally, Alex was great at fluffing the tree, and making the branches look more life like. This time, however, Alex was clearly not giving his best effort; he would move five or six pieces of tree, then move on to the next branch. When Jack noticed this, he took a deep breath, thinking of a decent way to address this.

“Alex, do you think you could fluff the branches a little more? What you’re doing is good, but I think the tree would look more realistic if they were a little more fluffed out. I’m just about done sorting the branches, I can help you with it in a minute,” Jack gently suggested, earning an annoyed sigh from Alex.

“Yeah, I guess I can. It’s going to take a lot longer, though,” Alex replied, starting to go back to the branches he’d already done and re-fluffing them.

“Well, that’s okay. It usually takes us about twenty minutes to get the tree up, and to get the branches fluffed out, but it’s always worth it. You can never see the pole in the center when we do it right, and it looks really cool,”

“Okay, I’ll fix it,”

Alex silently continued to fluff out the bottom layer of branches as Jack finally finished sorting the branches that were in the box. Jack went over to the tree, and began helping Alex fluff out the bottom layer of branches. Once they were done with the bottom layer, they silently continued to put more layers of branches on the base, fluffing them as they went.

Jack wanted nothing more than to talk with Alex, to be silly and goofy like they normally were when they put their Christmas decor up. He wasn’t sure why this year was different, but he didn’t want to push Alex to talk, it was very clear that he just wanted to gripe and do the bare minimum for now, and Jack figured that this was better than nothing. Eventually, all of the branches were on the base, and they had been fluffed out. The tree looked very realistic, which Jack felt very proud of.

“The tree looks great! This might actually be the most realistic it’s ever looked! What do you think?” Jack asked, going over to the boxes of tree decor to find the string lights.

“Yeah, it looks great,” Alex replied, his voice bored and dry.

Jack used all of his self control to keep his eyes from rolling. He was hoping that once the tree was up, Alex’s temper would improve, he would apologize to Jack for being so unreasonable, and they would put Christmas music on and make hot chocolate for the rest of their decorating. As down as Jack was starting to feel from Alex’s odd lack of enthusiasm, he wanted to keep going; he’d been looking forward to this for too long to let Alex ruin it.

“Yep, um, let’s put the lights up. Do you want to be on the ladder, or do you want me to?” Jack finally asked, grabbing two strands of white lights from the box.

“You can be on the ladder, if you want,” Alex replied, staring down at his feet.

“I can do that, let me grab the ladder from the laundry room,”

Jack walked down the hall to their laundry room, which is where the ladder, and every other tool they owned, was stored. He opened the storage closet, grabbed the step ladder, then went back to the living room, where Alex was sitting on the couch, looking at something on his phone.

“Are you ready to string the lights?” Jack asked, setting the ladder up next to the tree.

“Sure, I guess,” Alex replied, slowly standing from the couch before making his way over to the tree.

“Okay, I’ll start stringing them, then hand you the string of lights, and we can keep passing it back and forth until the lights reach the bottom, sound good?”

“Sure,”

After a deep breath, Jack started the string of lights at the very top of the tree, then wrapped them halfway, until he reached the other side. He handed the string to Alex, who grabbed it and lazily wrapped it around the other half of the tree. This frustrated Jack further, he decided that he didn’t want the tree to look terrible because of Alex’s attitude, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

“Here, why don’t you let me string the lights around the tree? It can be kind of tricky, but I think I have some good tricks to make it look good,” Jack said, wanting to call Alex out, but not wanting to start a huge fight.

“Sounds good, I’ll be on the couch,” Alex replied, handing Jack the remaining strings of lights.

Jack worked quickly, wrapping the whole tree in lights in record time. Once he was done, he put the step ladder to the side, then drug the boxes of ornaments closer to the tree.

“Okay, lights are done, are you ready to hang ornaments?” Jack asked, pulling Alex’s attention from his phone.

“I guess so, let’s get this over with,”

This comment set Jack off; he’d been so patient with Alex for the entire afternoon, even though Alex had been snippy in return. Jack decided he’d had enough of Alex’s attitude, and he didn’t want to do one of his favorite activities like this.

“You know what, let’s not hang the ornaments. Or put up the garlands. Or put the little figurines out. Your attitude has been terrible since before we event went to Target to shop. I was hoping that this mood would’ve gone away by now, but I guess I was wrong. I can tell you have no interest in helping me, so I wont make you. Thanks for ruining one of my favorite traditions we have,” Jack said, making Alex’s eyes widen in shock.

Before Alex could reply, Jack stormed off to their shared room, slamming the door shut behind himself. He sat on his side of their bed, looking down at the floor. Jack heard footsteps approaching their room, making him roll his eyes; why did it have to take him snapping for Alex to realize he’d a jerk? There was a soft knock at the door, before it slowly opened, revealing a guilty looking Alex. Alex cautiously walked over to where Jack was sitting, and took a seat next to him.

“What, do you have some more smart ass comments to say?” Jack asked, crossing his arms over this chest and looking off to the side.

“Jack, I’m so sorry, I really am,” Alex replied, putting an arm around Jack’s shoulders.

“Sure, you’re just saying that so I’ll let this go, and you can keep doing what you’ve been doing all day,”

“No, I really am sorry. I’ve been in a bit of a mood lately, and I took it out on you, I shouldn’t have done that. I’m really sorry,”

Alex’s voice had cracked as he spoke, making Jack look back over to him. There was a a sad look on Alex’s face, one that Jack hadn’t seen in quite some time. Even though he was still upset at Alex, he decided to give his boyfriend the benefit of the doubt.

“You’ve been in a mood? Why’s that?” Jack asked, turning his body to face Alex, wanting to appear less closed off and more interested in what Alex was going to say.

“Um, I’ve not really been in the holiday spirit this year, as compared to previous years,” Alex started, his face heating up and turning red.

“Oh, well, do you know why? The season’s only just begun, why are you already saying you’re not as into it this year?”

Alex took a deep breath as he shifted around uncomfortably in his seat. He played with the hem of his shirt for a minute as he compiled his thoughts. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak.

“It’s hard to explain, but I’ll do my best. The holidays feel different in a weird way, they don’t feel like I think they should,”

“Okay, in what way do they feel different? I mean, does it feel bad?”

“Um, bad is a decent word to describe it. Lonely kind of sums it up, too,”

Alex tilted his head down, fixing his gaze on the floor. Jack couldn’t help but feel surprised, he didn’t expect Alex to get so down so quickly.

“Why do you feel lonely? We always do things together, and with friends and family, at this time of year. Is this year going to be different?”

“Well, it’s going to be like last year, and the year before, which were the first years it felt different,”

Jack stayed silent for a moment, thinking back to the previous couple years. Suddenly, he realized what Alex might be alluding to, and took a deep breath as he thought about how to proceed.

“Well, I know your grandfather died a couple years ago, is that what is making Christmas feel weird?” Jack gently asked, scooting closer to Alex.

“That’s a huge part of it, but I don’t feel that same holiday magic that I used to. I know some of that magic disappeared because I’m not a little kid anymore, but the holidays just feel so weird now. My grandfather passed in November two years ago, right around the holidays. That Christmas, we visited my dad’s family down south, do you remember that?” Alex asked, doing everything in his power to maintain his composure.

“Yeah, I remember, it was cool to meet everyone,”

“I’m glad you got to meet people, but I felt like we wasted our time being there. My entire family had things planned, my cousins there all have kids and spouses and in-laws, which they didn’t use to. I remember going to visit them down south for Christmas as a kid; people planned around us coming, and we got to spend so much quality time with everyone. We always stayed with my grandparents, who passed way before I met you, or my dad’s brother. We’d hang out with my dad’s other brother’s family, in their little house with 1950’s wallpaper, and my aunt’s creepy dolls and figurines. His family didn’t have a whole bunch of extra money, so gifts were never super extravagant, but it was so fun getting to be with everyone,” Alex explained, a sad smile spreading on his face as he reminisced.

“That does sound really fun, I never got to experience that since my family is across the world,” Jack replied, not wanting to make the conversation about himself too much; this was about Alex and his feelings.

“It was the best. Sometimes, we’d go out west to visit my mom’s sister and her family for Christmas. We didn’t do this much, but it was so fun when we did. It was so different than Christmas at home, and with my dad’s family, but it was so fun. Some years, we went up north to visit my mom’s parents, before they moved here, too. It was so cool getting to experience all of these different versions of Christmas with everyone. Of course, that all changed when my mom’s parents moved here, and my dad’s passed,”

“How did it change? Obviously I didn’t know you before that, and I don’t think we’ve ever talked about it before,”

“Well, my mom’s parents moved here, and so did her two siblings, so that’s two versions of Christmas gone. After my dad’s parents passed, we made significantly less of an effort to go visit them, outside of going on vacation in the summer. That was fine, though, because we got to have our own traditions here. Christmas became me, my parents, aunt, uncle, and grandparents; it had been that way since we were in eighth grade. I fell in love with this routine, it was small and cozy, it was all we needed to do. You and I started dating after we’d done Christmas like this for a few years, and it felt so perfect, to have you and my family together, celebrating and spending time with one another,”

“It felt pretty perfect to me, too. I loved getting to spend so much time with your family,”

“They loved getting to know you, too. Anyway, my grandmother passed not long after we started dating, it was right after the holidays, but that was okay; she had severe memory issues, so she was mentally gone for years before she was physically gone. Everything was fine until a couple years ago, when my grandfather passed. That’s the year we went to visit my dad’s family, and it just didn’t feel right. We weren’t all as connected, people had plans they’d already committed to, that was the first thing that made the Christmas magic feel like it was gone,”

Alex took a deep breath, his voice had started to get weaker as he tried to continue talking. Jack could tell that this was really hard for Alex to talk about, so he put a supportive arm around Alex’s shoulders. Alex leaned his head on Jack’s shoulder, then took a deep breath.

“Then, last year felt all wrong. It was only us, my parents, and my uncle, who no one in my family is super crazy about, anyway. It felt like another random day, it didn’t feel special or magical at all. I know we do stuff with your family, too, which I love, but it just doesn’t feel the same, y’know? I always knew that those Christmas holidays with everyone wouldn’t last forever, but it’s fucking hard to get excited for the season when everything I loved about it is gone,”

Alex brought a hand up to his eyes, trying to wipe away a rogue tear before it could run down his cheek. Jack hugged Alex tighter to him, kissing Alex’s forehead as they sat in silence for a little bit. Alex was able to pull himself back together fairly quickly, taking deep, steady breaths.

“I had no idea that this was all going through your head, I’m sorry for not noticing, love,” Jack finally said, moving his hand up to stroke Alex’s hair.

“Don’t apologize, I didn’t really want you or anyone to find out. I really wanted to force myself to enjoy the holidays, or at least pretend to, but when you wanted to put up that damn tree and go shopping for decor, I couldn’t hep but wallow in self-pity about how my family isn’t the same, and it never will be. Jack, I’m so sorry for taking that out on you, that was messed up of me, and I should’ve just kept my negativity to myself,” Alex replied, awkwardly shifting around in his seat.

“No, I never want you to feel like you have to hide things from me, I want you to be able to talk to me about these kinds of things. I’m really glad that you talked to me about this. I know that I can’t bring your childhood holiday celebrations back, but we can start to do our own traditions and celebrations. Obviously, we still do things with our parents for Christmas, but we can start to do our own things, so we both have something fun to look forward to!” Jack suggested, making Alex smile.

“That sounds great to me. I know we’ll also get to give the holiday magic to our children when we decide to start a family, which I’m so excited for, but I guess it just feels weird to know that I’m never going to have the holiday celebrations I grew up on back, y’know? I know that I’ll eventually get over it and be okay, but it just feels so weird,”

“That’s fair, you got used to how things were, and you really loved them, it’s hard to let that go. I think keeping those memories, and looking back on them is great, but don’t let them ruin your present and future holidays. Sure, it will never be the same, but we’ll make our own traditions, as the two of us, and with our future family someday. I wish you could have one more Christmas like the ones from your childhood, but now that we’re adults, we can make the holidays special in our own ways,” Jack explained, as Alex wrapped his arm around Jack to give him a proper hug.

“You’re the best, you know that?” Alex asked, as Jack returned the hug.

“I try! Seriously though, I want to help you cope with this however I can, and I want you to be able to enjoy this time of year. I love you so much, Alex,”

“I love you too, Jack, thank you for helping me through this. Hey, why don’t we try to decorate the tree and the house again? We can blast Christmas music, drink spiked hot chocolate, and I promise that I won’t be such an ass this time around. What do you say?”

“I think that sounds great, let’s get to it! Maybe we can snuggle up and watch a Christmas movie after we’re done decorating,” Jack suggested, standing up from his seat on the bed.

“That’s a great idea! I’ll make the cocoa if you want to put on the music!” Alex offered, standing to follow Jack out of the room.

Jack went into the living room and put a playlist of Christmas music on YouTube. He wished that he could give Alex the Christmas he desperately wanted with his family, but he promised himself that he would do everything he could this holiday season to make Alex’s Christmas as amazing as it could be.

Hello! This fic came to be from some thoughts and feelings I've been having lately, and we all know that I love to base fics off of my personal life. I have a few other ideas bouncing around my head to get written, and I plan on doing that ASAP. I have loved getting back into writing, and I'm so glad there are still people who enjoy reading my work, after all this time! Thanks again for the support, I really appreciate it! -Liv

#alex gaskarth #jack barakat #rian dawson #zack merrik #atl #all time low

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Tell us about your top five favourite video games! ❤️

Oh thank you so much for this ask, friend! I'm super excited to answer :D I will list them from fifth to first!

5th: This spot goes to Mario Party 8! I have a lot of fond memories of this game. Where I grew up, it was a very popular one for families to have for the Wii, and it was something we could play in large groups. It's silly and funny and there's not a lot you have to do to understand what's going on. The reason this isn't higher on my list is just simply because, in my opinion, it's only really fun when you play with others. Playing alone or just vs the computer is not really fun at all.

4th: Sims 4 is in fourth place. I really enjoy this game because it's pretty versatile in terms of how you can play it. You can use it simply to build homes (which is mostly what I'm doing right now; building and decorating is so much fun!), play out storylines that come with the base game and/or expansion packs (apparently there's quite a bit of actual lore, which is something I only learned a few months ago!) or even make your own crazy story-lines (currently: I have a family of vampires with one human member who desperately wants to be turned, an Elder vampire who just wants to raise a good vampire family, a young adult vampire who thrives being a vampire and is trying to seduce Vladislaus Straud, and a third young adult vampire who is desperate to be as human as possible and loves all things about humanity...and then I have another "family" where one woman was jealous of another's beauty so she tricked her into staying in a tower and I'm currently playing through as her, only able to befriend the people her captor invites over, and trying to convince one of them to "join" the family so she can get them to free her and run away with her and start a new family in a cozy magic cottage somewhere...). Possibilities are really endless, and that's what I love about it. But, the game is rough on my PC, and it sometimes lags or has issues where it doesn't load properly, or something doesn't register right, so sometimes I have to exit out and restart or try again a different day. It also can't seem to decide if it wants me to use keyboard controls or mouse controls. Some days right clicking rotates objects. Some days right clicking moves my screen. It is a Frustration.

3rd: Third place goes to Danganronpa! I really enjoy this series. As of now, I have played the first two games and part of Ultra Despair Girls. The mysteries are very fun, the storyline is interesting, and I think all the character designs are so unique and dynamic! I have a few favourite characters who won my heart fairly instantly, and I really love replaying chapters where they are more present in the story-line. I love all the art fandom has made for it, and I love the fanfics too! Free time events give more information and insight about the characters and the storyline even after the gameplay is finished, and that makes me really happy. After all, I am a sucker for character development and backstory.

2nd: Skyrim is in second place!! I used to play this game a bit more faithfully when I lived with my parents and had access to my brother's xbox. And a tv. I do not currently have a tv, as you know, friend, and I do all my gaming at the current time on my laptop and/or my phone. Anyway; Skyrim. It makes me really really happy. I love the fact that I can become a Vampire Lord, or a Werewolf, I can be the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, I can learn to be a bard, I can join the Theives' Guild, I can join the Dark Brotherhood, I choose which side I'm on in a civil war, I can adopt children, and have many houses...and those are all Side Quests (except the civil war, which can be done as a side quest or as part of the main story depending on how you play, if I recall correctly). Like, those aren't even the main quest. I never finished the main quest because I was too busy off doing side quests for rewards so I could buy pretty clothes and fun toys for my two children and then I would spend time with them and play tag and hide and seek like a good dad (I played as a male Dunmer). I genuinely miss this game, and trust me it will be the first one I purchase when I have a TV and Xbox of my own.

1st: First place goes to....Twisted Wonderland! Right now, that is the game I play the most, and it is the one I'm most focused on. I love the story and the characters. There's an interesting plot going on, and I am eager to know what happens next. The events and side stories are very entertaining (though I haven't been able to play as many events as I would've liked because I had a rough past year) and provide a deeper look at a lot of characters! I love Character Development!!!!!!! And I enjoy how different characters end up interacting with each other in the events, it fleshes out the world a bit and keeps the houses/dorms from feeling too divided or closed off. Like, it helps provide that sense of over-arching storytelling, rather than allowing each dorm's story to feel disjointed and not connected to the others. I really enjoy that. On top of all of that, there are fun rhythm games and minigames, battles you can fight daily, and other little cool features that I really enjoy and that allow me to "play" the game daily without feeling like I have to devote a whole bunch of time to it if I have a busier day ahead of me. I also really love the official art; it's all so pretty and wonderful. They really did a great job with the character art and the art for the different cards.

Thanks again for the ask, friend! It was fun to answer!

#kimium #friends #asks #video games #video games list #top five favourite video games #subjective list #my opinion #mario party 8 #Sims 4 #Danganronpa #Skyrim #Twisted Wonderland

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i know ur a lil anxious so i’m here are some questions i want to know ur answers to

favorite fidget toy? favorite scent? favorite color? favorite flower? favorite outfit? how do you take your coffee/tea (tell me allllllll the different ways)? best job you’ve ever had? what was your best birthday and why? favorite animal? earbuds or headphones? i’m having major deja vu as i type this. what does your favorite water bottle look like? what’s your idea of a perfect day? favorite 911 rescue? favorite season of 911? favorite buck hair?

Thank you for the ask, lovely! 😊

Okay idk if it counts or not because it's not technically a fidget toy, per se, but paper clips. I love unfolding them, bending them, twisting them into all kinds of shapes. I keep a box of them close at hand at work all the time so I can fidget while I'm on calls and in between patients to help me focus.

My favorite scent is anything rose. I adore rose-scented products but Dani hates the scent, so around the house I typically default to my second favorite which is lavender.

Favorite color is pink! Although any jewel-tone or a lavender/pastel purple is alway great, too.

Favorite flower is a rose! Followed closely by lily of the valley.

Ugh I'm so boring but I'm a leggings and t-shirt kind of girl. If I could live in leggings, I would. I have this favorite pair of black athletic leggings that has POCKETS!!!!!!! and my favorite t-shirt is a gray heather v-neck t-shirt with a picture of a monitor lizard wearing a witch hat and holding a cup of tea on it.

If I'm making coffee at home or just drinking drip while I'm out, I take milk and splenda. If it's Starbucks, it's a flat white or one of their seasonal cold brews (the chocolate cream is my favorite). As for tea, I usually take it unsweetened if it's something fruity, sweetened with splenda if it needs a little sweetness, or with honey if I'm sick or my blood sugar is low and I need a boost.

Best job I've ever had was probably my first job. I was a youth group coordinator for a major non-profit organization over the summer when I was 16 and I LOVED it. We got to organize and execute fundraisers, awareness events, blood drives, and all sorts of other events. We did lots of teambuilding events and got to dabble in all sorts of cool things in different sectors within the organization and it was just fantastic.

My best birthday was probably my 13th birthday. I spent most of it on a plane on a trip to visit family in Poland, but the day after (after a LONG night's sleep to beat the jet lag) I spent the day running around my grandparents' orchard, picking fresh cherries from right up in the trees and having a great time. We had a barbecue with all the family and we had an AMAZING chocolate cake my auntie baked for me. It felt like a BIG deal because it was so different than most birthdays at home and I still remember it super clearly.

My favorite animal is the octopus! They're SO smart and just so cool.

Earbuds, for sure. Headphones tend to hurt unless they're sized exactly right because I have my helix pierced and I just don't like them very much.

My favorite water vessel right now is actually a tumbler. It's a dark green color and has pink leaves and apples etched into it. It's a hot and cold tumbler so I can put whatever I want in it, but it's usually ice water lol.

My idea of a perfect day changes by the day, honestly. Right now, I'm dreaming of a cool, rainy day to clear the smoke out of the air and freshen everything up. Cool enough that I could sit outside under an awning and drink tea while reading a book. I wouldn't say no to a little bit of distant thunder, too, just for ambience.

Oh man, how do I pick my favorite rescue? I think I'm going to have to go with the 118 rescuing one of their own - when Buck was stuck under the ladder truck. The civilians rushing forward to help always makes me sob in the ugliest way and just makes my heart hurt in the BEST way.

My favorite season is probably season 6, honestly. SO many great episodes. Closely followed by season 3.

My favorite Buck hair is any time it's longer and slightly curly. I just want to run my fingers through it so bad.

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The Strings of My Heart [38] - Not My Home

← Chapter 37 | Chapter 39 →

Pairing: Zoro x Jupiter

Genre: fluff, angst, f2l

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of infidelity and adoption

Summary: Zoro’s moved to sunny California for college to escape from the life of fame for a little while. But when he loses his violin case in the second week of school, he’s sure his college experience has just gone up in flames. What will he do when, despite all odds, his case is returned to him?

Noah had been oddly excited when he’d been asked if he wanted to go to America over summer break. Their whole family was going to California for a week at the end of July, and then he’d be staying by himself for another week or two. It was a long time for him to be away from the family, especially considering he’d never been without his parents for even one night, but Luna had asked if he could stay with them for a little while, and Noah had agreed to it. He’d be staying with them for the week that they were all there, and then they’d decide how long or if he was even staying after that.

Zelda and Tae had long ago explained to him that he was adopted. There was no point in keeping it from him, and they figured it would be easier for him to process if he knew it when he was young. Besides that, he didn’t look related to them at all, so he had an explanation to give people if they ever asked why he looked so different from his family.

On the other hand, they’d never really approached the topic of Luna being his birth mother. He was only six, so familial relations were still something he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around. He knew Luna was his siblings’ cousin, so they figured it wouldn’t really make sense to tell him that she was his mom. He didn’t even really fully understand what adoption was, so how would he understand that his cousin was actually his mom?

It didn’t really matter, and they weren’t going to bother telling him. He was just staying with his cousin’s family for the week.

No one could quite figure out why he was so excited, though. Noah wasn’t one to enjoy change, so generally the first week of trips was hard. Not this time, though. He, despite being jet-lagged, was very excited to be running through the airport. It did help that he had sunglasses and headphones to aid him this time. Generally, he was overwhelmed with all the loud noises and bright lights, but they’d recently discovered that he was a lot calmer when those stimulants were blocked out. So, they walked through the airport with a much happier boy.

“What are you so excited about?” Hyeon asked with a yawn as she picked Noah up.

He poked her cheek. “We get to see baby Rosella.”

“Ah,” Hyeon hummed. “I see.”

Of course, that was the reason. Noah loved babies, and Rosella had been the first one he’d gotten to hold. In a way, it endeared Hyeon. It reminded her of the way her mother had told her Zoro had acted when she’d been born. In fact, she’d seen a few videos. Her brother had loved her so even then, and she liked to think that someday, Noah and Rosella might have a relationship just like she and Zoro did.

“Ah! Noah, what are you doing?”

Noah squished Hyeon’s cheeks together. “You look funny.”

“I’m sure I do. I’ve barely slept in the past twenty hours, unlike you, mister!”

Noah grinned.

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Noah ended up requesting that Jiho stay with him at Kohen and Luna’s house the first night. He didn’t really know either of them very well, so he wanted someone familiar with him. Specifically, the brother who he slept with most nights now that Zoro was gone.

“Wow, look at Rosella! She’s gotten so much bigger!” Jiho exclaimed when he saw his cousin’s daughter.

Indeed, she was. Now closer to one than she was to being a newborn, she was standing in her crib attempting to chew on it when they arrived.

“Can I hold her?” Noah asked excitedly.

“How about we blow up the bed first?” Kohen suggested. “Then you can hold her.”

“Ok!”

Rosella was absolutely delighted to be sharing her room. She spent most of the time they were blowing up the mattress standing on her toes with the aid of her grip on the side of the crib.

Noah, on the other hand, was horrified. He’d nearly immediately put his headphones on, and he pressed his hands on top of those. He started humming on instinct, knowing that it would help block out the noise a little bit. After a few seconds, Kohen picked him up and took him out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

“You ok?”

“Yeah. Don’t like that sound,” Noah explained, staring at the wall.

“Yeah? I’m not a huge fan of it either. It makes my ears hurt.”

Noah’s eyes widened. “Yeahhhhh. Your ears hurt too?”

Kohen nodded.

Noah smiled. “No one else’s does.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that. It doesn’t bother Rosella and Luna.”

The two of them were silent for a few moments.

“Do you like crackers?” Kohen asked.

Noah shrugged. “I like triangle gimbap.”

“What’s that?”

Noah gasped. “They’re seaweed wraps! They’re this big,” he mimicked their shape with his hands, “and they have rice and bulgogi in them! They’re soooooooooooo good!”

“Oh, really? They sound good. Is that what you snack on at home?”

“Yeah. Mama makes them for me. Or she buys them downstairs.”

“Ah. Maybe we should buy some while you’re here.”

Noah nodded eagerly. “Yeah!”

Kohen walked into the kitchen and set Noah down on the counter before pulling a bag of saltines out of the cabinet and ripping them open. Then he handed one to Noah.

“This is what I snack on.”

Noah took a cautious bite out of it. “Ooh! It’s crunchy! And it’s salty, like seaweed.”

“Do you like it?” Kohen asked as he ate one of his own.

Noah nodded emphatically. “It’s really yummy! Can I have another one?”

Kohen laughed. “Sure!”

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Jupiter had slept through about half the day, leaving Zoro to keep an eye on all the kids. This, of course, had been exactly how he’d expected the day to go, only Jupiter should’ve been at work.

Andromeda wasn’t too happy to have been left with him, though. She’d cried for about half the time she’d been awake, and the other half of it had been spent running away from Zoro and eating baby puffs. Zoro wasn’t really sure what to do. It was very clear that she knew her mother was gone and not returning anytime soon, but he wasn’t sure how to comfort her. They were all basically strangers to her with how little her mother had brought her around them. She knew Jupiter, but that was about it. And Jupiter couldn’t take her with her everywhere she went.

This was truly a disaster. Zoro couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to have one of his parents leave his life, so the fact that Jupiter’s family had lost both of them within a year was horrifying to him. He couldn’t believe that Jupiter’s mom had just left.

Andromeda let out a loud squeak, startling Zoro. He rushed out to the living room to see what she was doing. Ah, she’d figured out how to turn on the TV.

“What are you up to, little miss?”

She glanced up at him, and as they stared at each other, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Andromeda didn’t look like the rest of her siblings. He squinted at her. She almost looked like what he imagined his and Jupiter’s kids would look like. She had those blue eyes that none of the rest of her siblings had, and her hair was growing in dark, thick, and curly. Almost like she didn’t share the same father as the rest of them….

He crossed the room and squatted across the table from her.

“Andi?”

She titled her head, and he followed. Her eyes were so, so blue. He hadn’t ever thought much of it. The other nine of them were quite varied in their coloring, ranging from blonde to black-haired and green to brown eyed. Zoro glanced around the room. There was a photo on the mantle. He crossed the room to pick it up before returning to the table. He glanced at Andromeda and then at the picture. She most resembled her mother, but there was absolutely none of her father in her features. Was he looking too much into this? Jiho didn’t look like either of Zoro’s parents, but he was definitely their full-blood son.

“What are you two doing?”

Zoro spun around to find Jupiter standing in the doorway.

“Um….”

“Is that a picture of my parents?” she laughed, crossing the room to take the frame from his hands. She stared down at it for a few seconds before glancing down at her little sister. Then she turned her attention to Zoro.

“Zoro?”

“Yes?” he nearly winced.

“Andi…doesn’t look like my dad.”

He nodded slowly. “I…noticed.”

They shared a look that was more dumbfounded than anything else.

“Do you think my mom was having an affair?” Jupiter voiced suddenly.

He glanced down at Andromeda. “I think it’s entirely possible.” He hesitated. “Is there any way for us to really know, though?”

Jupiter tossed the photo on the couch. “There definitely is. If she’s not fully related to me, a blood test would show it. I’m not really sure I want to know, though.”

“Yeah,” he replied quietly. “Do you have any idea who it would be?”

Jupiter shook her head before scoffing. “I have absolutely no clue. I have a feeling one of the girls would, though.”

“Do you really want to ask them?”

“Not really,” she admitted. “Honestly, I think my life just keeps getting worse at this point.”

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You don’t say. I…honestly feel rude for even suspecting that she’s not your dad’s.”

“Don’t feel bad. I should’ve noticed it sooner, honestly. Look at her. None of us have eyes that color.”

He shrugged. “It could definitely just be a gene the rest of you didn’t get.”

“I don’t think so. No one on either side of my family has blue eyes as far as I know.”

He grimaced. “I wondered.”

Andromeda stuck the remote in her mouth as the two of them spoke. She clearly didn’t care about this. Not that she even knew what they were talking about.

Jupiter sighed. “It doesn’t really matter.”

“Um…it kind of does.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“If we’re going to adopt her…and they figured out she has a father who doesn’t know about her, the whole process could be seriously complicated.”

“Not if they don’t figure it out,” she countered. “We don’t even know that she’s not my dad’s kid.”

“We don’t know that he is either, though. I don’t think he’s on the birth certificate since he died before she was born.”

She was glaring at him now, so he cleared his throat.

“Sorry. I just think it’s entirely possible they might question it.”

“If they do, I think all they’ll need is word from my mother that my dad is the father.”

He hesitated. “That’s…probably true.”

“I don’t think we shouldn’t try. If we run into issues later, we’ll work them out.”

He nodded. “Ok.”

Jupiter glanced down at Andromeda again. “If she really did cheat on my dad, I’ll have a lot to say to her,” she huffed. “Especially if it complicates the adoption.”

Chapter 39 →

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