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love-takes-work · 5 months

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I've seen a fair number of people interpret Rebecca Sugar's (and the Crew's) decision to put Ruby in a dress as subversive, and I want to discuss why that feels like a clear miss to me.

Every time--every single time--I've heard Rebecca Sugar talk about the queer relationships on this show, it comes with this expression of wholesomeness, and often glazed with a sheen of wistfulness, flavored something like "I needed this as a child and young person, and I didn't have it." Much of Rebecca Sugar's work to bring this wedding (and other unapologetic queer relationships) to the screen was framed as an emergency--as in, we HAVE to get this out there for those kids we used to be, because we know they're drowning.

Yes, it's funny sometimes when people make jokes about Sugar deliberately "adding more gay" or "making it gayer" as a big eff-you to the people who spoke against it, but that doesn't sit right from where I'm standing. It took so much strength (and resulted in so much battle damage) to fight that fight, yes. But from everything I can see from the interviews and conversations I've seen and read, this wasn't served up in a "ha-HA, take THAT!" kind of way. These characters having these kinds of relationships should have been a non-issue, and the fact that their very wholesome kids'-show wedding and very sweet kiss and very adorable love for each other was seen as Political when it should have been just two characters in love is so sad to me.

I've seen dozens of people suggest that Ruby is in a dress and Sapphire is in a suit "to fuck with the bigoted censors in other countries" or "to give the finger to gender roles," but again, I think it is simpler and sweeter than that. Rebecca's said that Ruby in a dress is how she feels in a dress. Celebration and exploration of feminine-coded stuff felt wrong to Rebecca for a long time, like it wasn't hers, because she wasn't really a woman and didn't want it forced on her. As a result she was robbed of all the beauty that should have been a non-issue, from what TV shows and toys she was supposed to enjoy as a kid to what kind of person she was supposed to marry and what she should wear as an adult.

Ruby never got a choice about how she looked really. Once she got to choose her presentation for a significant event, this is what she chose. It means so much more to see that than to construct it primarily as a reactionary measure, as if it would somehow foil the sinister censors in more homophobic countries (who, incidentally, are not therefore forced to show Ruby in a dress even though they tried to hide that Ruby was a "she" or that she was in a romantic relationship with another "she"; y'all, they just don't show the episode).

We see plenty of other examples of gender-role-related expectations being casually stepped on and squashed, like when they took the trouble to give traditionally masculine and traditionally feminine "clothes" to some watermelons to make the audience think there was a husband and wife watermelon only to have the wife be the warrior and the husband stay home with the child. With stuff like that, yeah, sure, maybe it's designed to make you think "oh isn't that very feminist of them!" Or maybe it's more "well why do I see this as a 'reversal' when it's just a thing that happened?" This show is full of ladyish beings who fight and have power. And as for Steven. . . .

Nobody has negative reactions onscreen (or even particularly confused reactions) when Steven wears traditionally feminine clothes, and it is (of course) also not presented as a "boy in a dress gag"--it's not supposed to be funny. When they go all in slathering Steven in literal princess tropes throughout the final act of Season 5, we understand that it's because the powerful Diamonds expect him to be Pink Diamond, not because the show is trying to girlify him or embarrass him or even make the audience think positive thoughts about boys in girls' clothes. It's more neutral than that in my interpretation: "these are literally just pieces of cloth, and while some of them have meaning, they don't inherently have a gender." I don't see this as transgressive. It's just in a world where putting on what you want to wear doesn't HAVE to be a political statement. (Though obviously it CAN be, and plenty of people wear a variety of clothes as a fuck-you to whoever they want to give the finger to. I just don't see that as happening here.)

Don't get me wrong; Rebecca Sugar certainly knew about the politics (intimately) and has lived at many of their intersections. She was not ignorant of how queer people are seen in this world. She was silenced as a bisexual person because her identity supposedly didn't matter if she was with a man and planned to be with that same man forever. She was shunted into "omg a woman did this!" categories over and over again, which she wore uneasily as a nonbinary person while accepting that part of who we are is how the world sees us. But what is it like if everything someone like her embraces is seen as a statement synonymous with "fuck you" to someone else?

She is married to a person who happens to be a man and happens to be Black. Her relationship isn't a "statement" about either of those aspects of his existence; her love is simply something that is. She is Jewish working in a society that's largely Christian. Her cultural perspective to NOT center her cartoon around Christian holidays and Christian morals; her choices to make an alternate world in this specific way is simply something that is. Her queer perspective as a nonbinary bisexual person has helped inform the Gems' radical philosophy of "what if we learned to explore and define ourselves instead of doing the 'jobs' we're assigned and being told it's our nature?" Her decision to include queer people in a broadly queer cartoon isn't designed PRIMARILY as a battle against baddies, or to drown out all the relentless straightness, or to deliciously get our queer little paws all over their kids' TV. It's an act of love.

So this is just to say that though I DO understand that sometimes subversion and intentional transgression are very necessary, I do not think that's the HEART of what's going on at this Gem wedding. We got a wholesome marriage scene between two of the most lovely little flawed-but-still-somehow-perfect characters, and I very much want to see their choices as being about them. About how Ruby feels in a dress. About how Sapphire feels about not having to always wear a dress. About them incorporating a symbol of their union into their separate lives so they can have some independence in their togetherness. About them celebrating their love by letting Steven wipe his schmaltz all over them.

There are many choices in the show that ARE carefully constructed to counter existing narratives, you know, giving the Crystal Gems' only boy all the healing, pink, flower imagery; having a single-sex species that's ladyish with all the members going by "she"; featuring many nurturing male characters who cry and cook and raise kids without mothers; pairing multiple fighty ladies with gentler guys; and importantly, intentionally loading up the show with stories, characters, and imagery any gender will find appealing despite being tasked with expectations to pander to the preteen boy demographic.

But it's very important to me that the inclusion of queer characters and the featuring of their choices be seen primarily as a loving act, and way way less of a "lol screw the bigots." I want our stories to be about us. Yes, I know it's a necessary evil that sometimes our stories are also about fighting Them. But every time I see someone say they put Ruby in the dress to "piss off the homophobes" or "stump the censors" I feel a little gross. Like the time I picked out an outfit I loved and my mom said I only dressed in such an obnoxious way to upset her, and I was baffled because my aesthetic choices, my opinions, my choices had nothing to do with her. Yet they were framed like I chose these clothes primarily to cause some kind of petty harm to her, when not only was it not true but I was not even that kind of person who would gloat over intentionally irritating someone.

The queerness of this show isn't a sneaky, underhanded act trying above all to upset a bigot or celebrate someone's homophobic fury. It lives for itself. Its existence is about itself. It's so we can see ourselves in a show, and it's so people who aren't queer or don't have those experiences can see that we exist, we participate, we want very similar things, and definitely are focusing way more about celebrating our love at our own weddings rather than relishing the thought of bigots tearing their hair out and hating us.

It's dangerous to turn every act of our love into a deliberate movement in a battle strategy when their weddings just get to be weddings.

I think there’s this idea that that [queer characters] is something that applies or should be only discussed with adults that is completely wrong. And I think when you realize that talking to kids about heteronormativity is just like air that you breathe all the time, it’s kind of amazing that that is not true in any other capacity. I think if you wait to tell kids, to tell queer youth that it matters how they feel or that they are even a person, then it’s going to be too late! You have to talk about it—you have to let it be what it gets to be for everyone. I mean, like, I think about, a lot of times I think about sort of fairy tales and Disney movies and the way that love is something that is ALWAYS discussed with children. And I think also there’s this idea that’s like, oh, we should represent, you know, queer characters that are adults, because there are adults that are queer, and you should know that’s something that is happening in the adult world, but that’s not how those films or those stories are told to children. You’re told that YOU should dream about love, about this fulfilling love that YOU’RE going to have. […] The Prince and Snow White are not like someone’s PARENTS. They’re something you want to be, that you are sort of dreaming of a future where you will find happiness. Why shouldn’t everyone have that? It’s really absurd to think that everyone shouldn’t get to have that! --Rebecca Sugar

#steven universe #ruby and sapphire #rebecca sugar #queer relationships #long post #myblog

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allysunny · 9 months

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(You're my) Antidote | Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

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Synopsys: Carrying Miguel's child was the best thing that happened to you. It meant he loved you and you two were on your way to start a family. But what you don't see, are the brightly coloured screens in his office that tell him you are slowly dying.

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Warnings: Angst, fluff, soft-Miguel, pain and screaming? Syringes. Do mention if I forgot something!

A/N: Hey everyone! This isn't the super long 6+ word oneshot I promised - I'm still working on that one, I want to perfect it as best as possible. So in the meantime, have another little drabble I came up with! Now that I read it a second time, it is reminding me of Twilight omg. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I may make a part 2 if people want, who knows. I hope you like it!

Miguel opened the door of your shared home as quietly as he could – he didn’t want to disturb you, should you be asleep. It seemed to be what you did the most these past few days, getting some much-deserved rest. And how could Miguel blame you?

In fact, he was the one who suggested you being on bedrest, the idea of you walking around making any kind of effort enough to put him on edge, and worried enough to call you every 5 minutes to make sure you were okay. Not that he didn’t do it when you were resting, he simply waited longer intervals before checking on you.

He took off his shoes and walked to the only source of sound present in the entire apartment.

The duvet of your bed was carefully folded by your feet, and you had nothing but a silk nightgown covering your body. The moment Miguel walked inside the bedroom and laid eyes upon this sight, his usual frown was replaced by a gentle smile, the lines around his eyes softening, giving you a look he did not dare give anyone else but you.

You looked up at him, able to sense his presence the moment he walked inside the apartment. You’d gotten fairly good at that, detecting when he got home, especially because you were by yourself at most times and longed for company. So, you just mastered the art of telling when your sweet husband came to you.

“Honey,” you said, grinning. The hands that were neatly folded on top of your (very) pregnant belly, coming up to touch him. His own reached out, and, upon holding yours with the softest grip, and placed a kiss on top of each. Then, like it was second nature, he kneeled down and kissed your belly tenderly, still rubbing circles on the palm of your hand. His hands were rough, calloused, and he loved the contrast and warmth your untainted ones provided. It was as if, it didn’t matter if he was all beat up, battered black and blue, as long as you remained as you were: untainted, safe, pure.

Miguel dropped your hands and lifted his face to get a good look at you. And the sight before him took his breath away and broke his heart all at once. You were gorgeous, marvellously so. But your energy was slowly being drained, exhausting your beauty along with it. Bright eyes weren’t so bright anymore, hollow cheekbones, big bags under your eyes.

The baby was taking a toll not only on your physique but also your health. And much unfortunately, it was slowly taking over your life. Miguel had kept it a secret from you, quietly going from and to the Spider Society HQ to meet with Jessica and Lyla and find out ways to keep you healthy and safe, but much unfortunately, time was running out.

“Miguel, you can’t keep doing this. You’re exhausting yourself and wasting precious time you should be spending with your wife.” Jessica berated him, hands neatly crossed over her chest. She had been scowling at Miguel for a few minutes now, trying to make him see reason.

He grumbled something under his breath and all but growled, tapping away at his screens.

“How are her vitals?” His voice was dark. It did not sound like Miguel, not at all, rather, a creature of heartbreak and darkness, hunting for something.

“They haven’t been stable for a while; the antidote is wearing out.” The antidote, the very same antidote he himself took. Miguel had made a few alterations to it. Your baby had unfortunately inherited his 50% Spider DNA, and it was causing you tons of discomfort. No longer able to walk or stand by yourself, you needed Miguel by your side at all times to aid you. This modified antidote was created to calm your baby down and restrain his spider abilities. Miguel didn’t tell you, but the sheer force of the child could easily break you in two. That’s why he had been spending countless nights awake, researching ways to get the baby out of you without causing you any more pain.

And while it was sweet that all he wanted was to find a cure, time was running out and you had been seeing him less and less.

Miguel shakes these thoughts away.

It’ll all be worth it once the baby’s born and you go back to normal. The pain you felt now would be worth it, for you two would finally have the family you always wanted.

“Get me more of it,” He grumbled, looking into the properties of the liquid he injected into himself every few hours. Miguel hated that he had to do the same for you, but it was the only way to keep the baby quiet and asleep.

“Miguel, the serum is slowly killing her.” This time it was Lyla who spoke, holographic figure gleaming before his eyes with a stern look. She might only be a program, but it was not like she was going to watch as Miguel once more blinded himself and lost everything. “The baby is growing immune to it, and-“

“Then make it stronger.”

“Making it stronger will only hurt [Y/N] further!”

There was no way to win.

If he strengthened the remedy, you would grow weaker. But there was no way he could sit by and watch as his child slowly killed the woman he loved.

This universe wasn’t helping in any way, with no technological or scientifical advances being enough to help you.

He would have to look elsewhere.

“Are you gonna be home for the rest of the day?” You asked him, weak-looking hand cupping his jaw and caressing his short stubble. Was it just you, or your Miggy was getting careless? He always shaved neatly, the way he knew you liked. This was unlike him. And his eyes… He looked so tired. “You look like you could use some rest.”

“Yeah, cariño,” He responded in the softest voice possible. Your Miguel was all assertiveness and control and professionalism, and you adored it, truly. But it was such a blessing seeing him like this, soft and sweet and truly yours. Little lines formed alongside his eyes as he sighed contentedly, head bending down to press soft kisses alongside your neck. “Finally home.”

Giggling, you turned (or at least did your best to) to your husband.

He on his hand refused to face you, head dropping lower and lower, lips following your exposed shoulder and leaving soft marks on your collarbone.

It felt cozy and intimate and oh so very domestic – all you ever wanted for your life with Miguel. He’d been working long hours lately. Leaving at the crack of dawn and returning when you were long asleep. That was no way to live, and you had pleaded for very long for him to stay home for once.

“How are you feeling?” Was asked against your shoulder, featherlike lips trailing the skin. “Have you eaten, cariño? You know you need to…”

You nodded proudly at him, placing one hand on your stomach once more. You still couldn’t believe you were going to be a mother. The day you found out was the happiest of your life, a close second to the day you married Miguel. “I’m fine,” you told him, “The baby’s been asleep for most of the day. And yes, I have eaten. And quite a lot, might I add, you’d be proud.”

Miguel lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you from hooded eyes.

“I’m always proud of you, you know that.” He mumbled and nuzzled your nose with his, a gesture he did when he felt particularly soft and in love. Before you could chase his lips with your own, agony surged through your body, and ache engulfed your entire being.

You let out a blood curdling scream and doubled over your stomach, hands instinctively wrapping around it, as if protecting it from harm. But what harm? Your baby was the one causing the excruciating pain, not the other way around. Still, you protectively held it.

“[Y/N]!” Miguel shouted, heartbroken. His baby was causing you pain. Again.

As the baby stirred and stirred, you felt the pain seize every single one of your muscles, leaving you momentarily paralysed. The sharp throbs that came from your belly felt like relentless waves crashing against your core, rendering you unable to move. You breathed shallowly, gasping as you clutched your abdomen and cried.

Your husband did not hesitate. He made his way to the living room and returned to you quickly, bright syringe in his hand. You would’ve pleaded against it if you could. The shots of the antidote were getting worse, getting stronger, hurting you more and more as time went by. You hated it. And yet, you’d go through the pain time and time again if it meant your baby would be safe inside it. According to Miguel, it was a simple sedative, and you trusted him.

Taking your arm in his, Miguel prepared the syringe, abstaining himself from your horrible screams. He breathed in deeply – unbeknownst to you, this wasn’t the serum he usually gave you, the one he administered nearly every night. No, this was a different concoction, something created far away, in another universe. He had no idea if it would work – for all he knew, this new cure could harm you, could make you deteriorate quicker.

But he had to try.

He injected the syringe in your arm, and you squealed, head throwing back as tears streamed down your face. Once all the toxin was flowing in your blood, he held you tightly, kissing your face and head repeatedly, whispering “It’s alright, it’s okay, I’m here, cariño…” Until you quieted down. The sight before him was terrifying, and his eyes widened. Surely it was too soon for the remedy to affect you. And was that…? No. No, no, it was impossible, it couldn’t be-

And then, slowly, your breathing evened out. Your sobs turned into silent tears, and you laid back against the headboard. You sniffled a few times, wiped your tears and turned to face Miguel. “Thank you…” You mumbled, closing your eyes. “I… I guess our baby heard you and wanted to express how happy it was to see you…”

It was like you, to see the bright side of things, to consider this a blessing rather than a curse. Miguel adored that about you, how could be so positive, even when the darkness seemed to be too much to bear. Even when the creature you called your child was slowly killing you from the inside out.

He stood up, holding your hand for a few seconds longer than necessary.

“Stay here, I’ll get you something to eat.” Miguel kissed the top of your head and took one good look at you, taking you all in. Beautiful, lovely, sickly, weak, frail, feeble, debilitated. Oh how he wished he could do something other than inject some stupid antidote into your blood. But he was working on it.

Miguel walked towards the kitchen, and closed the door behind him, mind racing, heartbeat quickening, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

He had seen you glitch.

A/N: That's it! Shorter than Holo Heart for sure. I don't know if I should write a Part 2, but meanwhile, I'll finish the long ass draft that's been haunting my dreams. I hope you are all well! <3

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara scenarios #spiderman 2099 #atsv x you #atsv x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #spiderverse x reader #astv miguel #across the spiderverse

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absolutebl · 9 months

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Top 10 Cozy BLs!

Our Dating Sim made me realize we have a new sub genre of BLs happening right now: the cozy BL.

I decided to invent/identify/name this new BL category because... I can. I crowd sourced (here in the hellhole) opinions of how to define it and what should go on it. The collective brainstormed and elected the following qualifications:

low angst

low stakes

high domesticity

a central relationship that is more cute than anything else

extra points for found family

AKA BLs that make you feel happy and comfortable.

These BLs leave you feeling warm and safe, like a hot water bottle. I will list them in order of my personal preference when in the mood for “cozy.”

1. Our Dating Sim

(Korea, Viki)

Did I create this list for this show? Yes I did. It defines this category. It is a very low stakes, high domesticity, extremely warm and gentle second chance at love office romance.

This is a fuzzy blanket of a story that perfectly suited KBL’s short-length tendencies. The pacing is... muuuuuah... chef’s kiss.

2. Seven Days

(Japan, grey in 2 parts Seven Days: Monday - Thursday | Seven Days - Friday - Sunday)

Popular first year Seiryo has a policy of going out with any girl who asks… for one week. On a lark, third year Yuzuru tests to see if that policy also applies to boys. Seiryo agrees that it does. Along the way they accidentally fall in love. Possibly my favorite BL of all time. It’s very gentle with us and its characters while still having that Japanese emo edge to it.

A master class in quite yet riveting cinema.

What, you doubted me? OF COURSE it’s on the list

3. My School President

(Thailand, YouTube)

GMMTV gave us a classic high school set Thai BL with tropes like messy boys singing their feelings that made this one Love Sick for the modern age with all the gentle sweetness and pining ache, but none of the dated damaging tropes or issues. Yes, we’ve seen it all before, but I still ADORED this, and that’s partly what makes it so comforting. Who let my BL be this wholesome and funny?

4. See You After Quarantine?

(Taiwan, Viki)

Be you never expected lockdown to be comforting? This under appreciated gem is Taiwan’s answer to Gameboys and is just as charming and adorable yet still as quintessentially Taiwanese as one might hope. It features a Japanese love interest and the cutest most confused disaster gay. Slow burn because the two have almost no actual screen time together and yet manage some truly amazing chemistry plus sweetly caring and earnest. Honestly how does Taiwan do it?

5. Ingredients

(Thailand, YouTube)

At the time (during lockdown) many of us referred to this as our “emotional support grocery store advertisement.” If all you want is two soft boys being domestic, cooking together, cuddling on the couch, cat sitting, and babysitting - just put this on and be comfy.

6. What Did You Eat Yesterday?

(Japan, grey)

Basically the grown up version of Ingredients. Emotionally repressed, grumpy, salary man shows his hair dresser husband his love by cooking amazing meals. That’s it, that’s the whole show. There some queer fam drama, and blood-fam coming out drama, but mostly is husbands cooking and eating together and it’s great. Is it BL? Not really. Do we care? Not really.

7. The New Employee

(Korea, Viki)

This one is queer comfort, explicitly. If you aren’t queer you might not find it as warm and engaging. A near pitch perfect office BL with conflict derived from that setting. Also featuring found family and a lesbian bestie. Sweet & innocent (and out) Seung Hyun scores the office internship of his dreams. On his first day at work he gets into it with his cool reserved (and also v gay) boss.

As you do.

But things get romantic pretty darn quickly.

As you gay.

8. En of Love: Tossera & Future the series

(Thailand, YouTube)

Tossera = Younger boy wants to court older boy and does and… that’s it. No really that’s the WHOLE STORY. There is actually no angst, drama, or, indeed plot. But are they the softest bois ever to BL as a main couple? Yes, yes they are.

Future is... exactly the same thing.

Are we mad about it?

Nope.

9. Oxygen

(Thailand, YouTube)

Softest seme in the universe sings his affection to the older boy at the cafe. Let the slow burn courting commence. Oxygen uses every BL trope in the playbook for one of the gentlest lowest angst BLs ever made. It’s a hyung romance (younger boy courts older boy) but very very earnest about it. Am I biased? Sure. This is probably one of my biggest comfort watches.

10. Our Dining Table

(Japan, Gaga)

Lonely salaryman and talented cook gets accidentally adopted by a college kid and his little brother. It’s a quiet cozy little parable of found family alleviating loneliness. Possibly too slow for some but definitely high up there for me with the best of what Japan can do (like Restart After Come Back Home), it’s only flaw (if I dare say such a thing) is that it is not really “romantic.” Lovely & sweet but the romance beats are being used to build a family relationship, not just couple intimacy, it’s OK with me, but not totally BL.

For me one of the hallmarks of cozy BL is that as a chronic rewatcher I find myself starting to rewatch these ones even as they are still airing. Oxygen was an icon of this (also my first watch-along and the reason I realized I really had a passion for BL)

Shorts

Summerdaze - Singapore & Korea, YouTube

The 8.2 Second Rule - Japan, YouTube

A First Love Story - Korea, YouTube

Some More - Korea, Gaga

Quite a few other Strongberry offerings.

More like this?

Top 10 Most Romantic BLs for Valentine’s Day

Top 20 Softest Couples in BL

Top 10 Cutest BLs

Fluffy Sweet Soft Thai BL

10 BLs Best Enjoyed with Hot Tea & a Roaring Fire

MOAR RECS?

From the blog comments. If I agree I gave it a description.

Boys Lockdown (YouTube) - actually on this list because it go so many votes by everyone else, I haven’t watched it.

My Ride (GaGa) - Thai BL grew up with this pulp - a truly lovely and special little show featuring the extremely rare pairing of sunshine/sunshine AKA a cinnamon roll couple. Mature explorations of relationships using one of the softest, sweetest and most innocent friends to lovers vehicles. Kindly, overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in an “other side of the tracks” slow burn romance. The support cast is excellent, making for great friendship groups and family dynamics. With honest queer rep that adds to, but doesn’t impede the story, and genuine conversation about the nature of class, wealth, and classism, not to mention communication, honesty, and respect for boundaries, you can’t go wrong with this show. In other news, I am a sucker for a single dimple. Full review.

Takara-kun to Amagi-kun (Viki & Gaga) - yes, high school angst but so sweet about it. Review here.

2 Moons 3 Ambassador (grey) - I love this odd little pulp, it’s oddly satisfying for all it’s awkward cheese-fest. Maybe that is why I like it. Review here.

21 Days Theory (YouTube)

About Youth (Gaga) - A truly lovely little coming of age high school BL with a classic YA low drama but high angst and an earnest depth. Full review here.

Ai no Kotodama (Gaga)

Be Loved In House: I Do (Viki)

Cherry Blossoms After Winter (Viki warning dub con) - it’s here because a lot of people (like me) love it, but there are objections. Review here.

Cherry Magic (Japan, indie subbed) AKA Doutei dato Mahoutsukai ni narerurashii - the sweetest, fluffiest, most charming bit of adorable ever, full of found family and pastry and serious slapstick, the characters are utter spazzes, but so cute about it. Still that aspect makes me a little tense so I don’t find it as cozy as others do.

Craving You (Viki)

Destiny Seeker (grey) - see 2 Moons Ambassador

DNA Says Love You (Gaga) - particularly the last few episodes.

La Cuisine (GaGa) - sweet and kind of pure show, and like Thai desserts perhaps requires too much patience for a layperson. Because of the pacing and the focus on the bad girl character, I did dock it. But if you like stuff in the Oxygen vein, then this show is for you, and far better than most Thai BL pulps. That said, I suspect that I enjoyed it more than many would. Full review.

Meet Me Outside (Gaga)

Meow Ears Up (Gaga)

Mr. Heart (Viki)

Mr. Unlucky has no Choice but to Kiss (Viki)

Nitiman (Thailand YouTube) - This Thai BL pulp had sympathetic characters, a solid tsundere uke redemption arc, and a fantastic pining seme who yearned without bullying, grooming, or gaslighting. Plus when they were together, they were ridiculously soft. But it also had a realistic portrayal of university life, bisexual awakening, and friendship groups. Ending is okay but a victim of lockdown.

Old Fashion Cupcake (Viki)

Ocean Likes Me (Viki)

Roommates of 304 (Viki)

Wish You (Korea - Netflix or Viki, you want the movie version) AKA Wish You: Your Melody in My Heart - low stakes high pining romance about a pianist who falls in love with a busker who is on his way to being the next big idol.

There was quite a lively discussion coming up with this list, since everyone defines cozy differently but I am not alone in my top 10 choices, these mostly got the most votes.

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notsarareallynot · 1 year

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Bucky x Reader Pregnant Part 2

< Part 1 / Part 2 >

Summary: You and Bucky finally find out the gender of your baby. The ups and downs of the Pregnancy and how the both of you deal with it. A lot of comforting, fluff and lots of SMUT.

Warnings: blood, crying, emotions, pregnancy

Word count: 2.2k

I’m sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes…

(I didn’t read this over again, so brave yourself for a few mistakes here and there)

“God you are killing me here peanut.” You mumble to yourself, trying to sit up in your bed, 7 Months pregnant with a round belly.

The warmth on you side comes from your husband, who’s still a sleep beside you.

Before you got pregnant, Bucky would always wake up before you, but now 7 month into the pregnancy, you would always wake up in the middle of the night, or really early. You either had to pee, where really hungry craving something sweet or your little baby girl would give you a hard time kicking.

Yes, Baby girl.

You and Bucky found out that you were having a little girl.

5 month ago

“I’m so exited” Bucky says to you, as you wait together in the waiting area of your gynecologist.

“Me too, I hope everything is alright” you say with a ring of anxiety to your voice.

Bucky takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth placing a kiss onto it.

“Everything is going to be just fine, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” You say still not totally convinced.

“Y/n Barnes?” A nurse calls.

You stand up and walk towards her, as she leads you to an examination room.

She lays you down and asks you to lift your shirt.

There wasn’t really a bump there yet, it looked like you were slightly bloated yes, but not pregnant.

“Just wait here, Dr. Reese is gonna be here any second.” The young nurse is tells you.

You give her a smile as she walks out, leaving you and Bucky all alone.

You take a shaky breath.

Bucky takes your hand again.

“I’m just so nervous James.” you say.

He strokes your hair kissing your temple.

“Shh, everything is going to be fine with our little girl.”

“Little Girl?” you ask him chuckling.

He grins at you. “Yes y/n. A little girl, my little girl.” he says confidently.

“I don’t care what gender the baby is, I just want it to be healthy, but I wouldn’t mind a little boy who will look, just as handsome as his father.” you say quietly.

“Why do you want a girl?”

He looks at you. “I would like a little princess, in a pink tutu, with those little pigtails…”

He would like that? Maybe you would like for it to be a girl too, Bucky would be an amazing Dad either way, but him as a girl Dad playing in an all pink room, throwing a tee party? Yes, you would like that.

The doctor steps in interrupting your talk.

“Hello how are we feeling Miss Barnes?”

“Fine, very nervous but fine.” you smile at Bucky squeezing his hand.

“Oh no reason to be nervous darling, let’s just have a look at your baby, so I can calm your nerves yes?”

“Yes please”

“Would you like to find out the gender today?” She asks the both of you.

“Yes. Please.” Bucky says immediately.

“Okay so this is going to be a bit cold”

She puts gel on your belly and you and Bucky stare to the screen.

“Okay…” Dr. Reese murmured studying the screen.

While she scans your belly she asks you a few basic questions.

“Is everything else going good? Do you have any nausea yet?”

Oh yes. The nausea had started two weeks ago. It was pretty bad, you were nauseous every morning, and the smell of certain things made you throw up.

“Yeah I’ve been feeling sick for the last two weeks.” you tell her.

Bucky also speaks up. “My wife has a hard time keeping food in and I’m worried about that, I think she even lost weight.”

You look at Bucky as he talks. He’s been very worried that’s true. He was always right beside you holding back your hair or bringing you water.

Dr. Reese nods. “I will prescribe you something for the nausea. And Mister Barnes don’t worry, it’s pretty common that some women lose a few pounds at the beginning of the pregnancy before gaining them back, after the nausea fades”

She looks back to the screen again.

“Well the baby looks healthy and it looks like you will have a girl, but it’s always hard to tell with girls. But I’m pretty sure.”

“Really?” you ask feeling a wash of relief at the mention of the baby’s health.

“A girl?” Bucky asks Dr.Reese again.

“Yes it looks like it. Congratulations.”she says smiling.

You feel Bucky squeezing your hand and look up at his teary eyes, wich are fixed onto the screen.

“C-could we maybe get a picture please?” Bucky asks your Doctor in a shaky voice.

“Yes, of course Mister Barnes.” she says with a big smile.

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Present time

You groan again rubbing your belly.

Bucky stretches beside you, turning toward you, placing lazy kisses onto your thighs and belly.

“Everything fine Doll face?” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep.

“Yeah she’s just keeping me awake again, go back to sleep it’s late” you mumble stroking your fingers through Bucks hair.

He sits up, placing both of his hands on your belly bringing his mouth down, placing gentle kisses onto it. “Baby girl we already talked about this. You can’t keep your mommy up all night, she needs to sleep. So do Daddy a favor and let your mommy rest a bit mhm?” he whispers against your belly.

Bucky talking to your baby warms your heart every time. But it also makes you super horney, but that’s something that came with that pregnancy, maybe Bucky is just too handsome.

Just a second later she kicks hard again, making Bucky chuckle.

“Well I tried my best” he says with a smile.

Bucky swings his legs out of bed standing up, dressed just in his black boxers. He’s walking to the bathroom. A few seconds later he comes back out.

You can’t help but stare at him, the way his boxers hang so low on his strong hips, the way his abs flex as he walks. God you are so lucky, this men is basically sex on legs.

You look down at yourself. You have an oversized shirt of Bucky on and some granny panties that you bought in the mom section a few weeks ago, because your thong’s were getting way to uncomfortable. You also gained a few pounds and your breast weren’t sitting like they were before you got pregnant. And even though you were more than happy to be pregnant and become a mom, you didn’t feel like yourself. Your body was changing.

Even though Bucky didn’t say something ever, and never would. You can’t help but feel bad. He looked his best while you, well you were looking like this.

“Buck…? Forget it…” you say quietly.

He walks up to your bed sitting down next to you immediately, now fully awake.

“What is it love? Do you crave something? I can go and get you something from the kitchen? Or do you want me to massage you mhm? Tell me what is it?”

You could cry he was so sweet and supportive throughout the whole pregnancy. Maybe this was all because of your hormones, but you started to tear up.

“Hey, hey y/n, Doll hey what’s wrong? Tell me.” He asks slightly panicked that something wasn’t right with you or the baby, or that you were in pain.

“No, it’s so stupid” you sob silently now crying.

Bucky hugs you to him, caressing your cheek, wiping your tear away with his thumb.

“Look at me. No matter what you would tell me, I would never think of you as stupid. So now my beautiful, lovely wife tell me what bothers you.” he asks gently, while rubbing your back.

You scoff at him calling you beautiful, because that’s exactly the opposite of how you were feeling.

“Did I do something wrong…?” He ask’s quietly.

You chuckle sadly. “No, god no, you are perfect, that’s the problem. I look at you and god I get pregnant again just by doing so. And lately when I look at me… I- I just feel… not good.” you hiccup.

His eyes soften at your confession.

“Is that what this is about y/n?”

You shrug leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Y/n, Love you are perfect.” he starts, but you scoff again interrupting him.

“Hey I’m serious. You look so fucking hot pregnant” he says.

“Yeah right, I bet those stretch marks and those granny panties really turn you on.” You say sadly as a tear rolls down your cheek.

He gently moves in front of you and takes your face gently in his hands. “You mean those beautiful marks that show how fucking strong you are caring my baby?” He asks you, pulling your shirt up stroking the stretch marks on your thighs placing kisses onto them. “Or those beautiful hips which carry our baby?” He asks stroking your chubby sides.

“What else mhm? Your beautiful full breasts which are going to feed our baby girl?”

You can’t help the tears that are falling as he talks.

“Baby, let me tell you, I get hard every time I just look at you” he chuckles quietly trying to lift your mood.

You can’t help but smile.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yes. Doll I don’t care what kind of underwear you wear, or how much you weigh or all that other shit you worry about in that little head of yours. You carry our child, making me a Dad and happier then I’ve ever been, you got that? And I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren’t the hottest chick I ever laid my eyes on, because you are. In fact let me show you just how much I appreciate your body.”

SMUT AHEAD!!!! (If you don’t like it skip it I guess?)

He pushes you gently down onto your back.

“Can we take that of love?” He asks tugging on your, well his shirt, you where wearing.

You nod your head.

He lifts your shirt over your head. You lay now just in your underwear in front of him.

Bucky places kisses on your round belly making his way up your full breasts.

He takes a nipple into his mouth sucking gently on it, while his other hand makes his way down between your bodies to find your damped underwear.

He looks up at you.

“Can we take those off too?”

“Mhmm…” you moan while Bucky slides your underwear down your thighs.

His fingers found your clit and you moan.

“Let me taste you, my beautiful wife”

He dives down eating you out. His tongue finds your clit and you feel a finger gently pressing against your opening.

Bucky pushes his finger inside and starts fucking you with his finger while sucking on your clit.

You moan and your hands find his hair tugging on it.

You feel the tight knot building up in your stomach.

“Buck, Buck I’m gonna I’m…” you cry out his name while your orgasm rolls trough you.

Bucky comes back up kissing you, his lips glistening with your juices.

“You wanna now how fucking hard you make me, pretty girl mhm?” Buck asks you, taking your hand pushing it inside of his boxers.

“That Doll, that’s how fucking hard you make me” he whispers in your ear.

“I-I want you James…” you moan.

Bucky lines himself up at your entrance, he slowly and really gently pushes into you.

So slow it feels like torture.

“James please” you moan dragging your nails up his back.

“Doll even though I think it’s the hottest thing that you bag me to fuck that needy pussy of yours, but I don’t want to hurt you or our baby girl.” He says while slowly fucking his length in and out of you.

“I- I can’t…” you moan feeling another orgasm coming up.

You look at Bucky he has his eyes fixed on you, slowly thrusting in and out of you.

“James I wanna- I wanna ride you.” You say breathless.

Bucky stills inside of you.

“Doll I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

You know what Bucky thinks, since he found out that your pregnant he would be even more gentle during sex, scared of hurting you or the baby.

“It’s okay, I talked to my doctor. I promise.” You look up at him.

He nods unsure and turns you around so you’d be on top.

You took that as a chance to take all of him, lowering yourself completely down on his length.

Bucky groans out griping your hips, helping you ride him.

You realized fast that this position felt unbelievable good for you, but was much harder with all that extra weight you’d put on.

“Wanna switch back around love ?” Bucky asks seeing you struggle.

“Yes please.” You half moan.

Bucky turns you again pounding you gently into the mattress.

“Doll fuck you grip me so fucking tight… I’m gonna come” he moans hiding his face in your neck.

“Me too” you moan kissing him.

A few lazy thrust later you come squeezing Bucky, he groans and stills, coming inside of you.

“And that’s, how fucking hot my beautiful, pregnant wife is.” Bucky whispers in your ear.

“I love you” he whispers kissing your neck.

“I love you” you say looking up at him.

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I know it was pretty short but the 3 part is almost done. 😁

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A Very Subjective Show Recommendation

Basic Info:

Titles: Word of Honor

Main Leads: Zhang Zhe Han as Zhou Zi Shu and Gong Jun as Wen Ke Xing

How many episodes: 36

Trigger Warnings / Content Warnings: Non-graphic non-traditional self-harm, child abuse, child death, death of family members, death of loved ones, drugging, alcohol, torture, forced suicide via poison, non-graphic non-traditional suicide attempt, violence, brainwashing, hints of incest (between cousins), sexual harassment (background character perpetrator @ background characters, secondary femme character - perpetrator gets killed)

My plot description:

Zhou Zishu who is a former Wuxia-CIA leader gets so mentally unwell that he decides to leave his organization through a prolonged suicide to get at least few years of 'normal' life. He pretends to be a homeless alcoholic-beggar when a too pretty poetry-speaking Wen Kexing who sees Zishu's shoulder blades and decides 'that's my future husband'. Since that moment onward he stalks Zishu because yes he's that unwell. Zishu stumbled on a massacre and accidentally adopts an orphan in the process. The orphan has some very sought-after artefact so Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing try to keep him alive as the not-so metaphorical ghosts from their pasts try to kill them all.

MyDramaList plot description:

In order to leave the assassin organization The Window of Heaven, the leader Zhou Zi Shu performs an obligatory departure technique, leaving him with three years left to live. He disguises his face and tries to live the remainder of his days as a drunkard wandering the martial arts world. Three months later, he meets the mysterious Wen Ke Xing, who immediately notices Zhou Zi Shu’s façade. The two then grow closer when they get entangled in a conspiracy regarding the Glazed Armor, a protected legendary key to a powerful armory.

SCORING:

Chemistry between characters: Off the charts, convinced this show and the amount of the not subtle queerness in it is the reason why China did a temporary ban on queer romance adaptations. 1000000/10. Gong Jun made 'did you know i like men' into a facial expression.

Plot: 8.5/10, yes we have the artefact and armory thing but honestly the relationship of the leads and their relationships with others take the main chair. Overall though I liked the plot.

Ending: Cried. From two reasons. 10/10.

Did it drag aka did I feel the need to skip forward: Never, I rewatched it in full like 5 times by now I think. 10/10.

Was it easy to understand while going in blind: Honestly? Yes. It's more character driven than plot driven. 10/10.

Other characters: Honestly, loved everyone on screen. Obviously the villains were hate-able, but played well. Loved all of the supportive characters - especially Wen Kexing's and Zhou Zishu's little found family - so it was nice to watch even when main leads weren't on screen for X time. 10/10.

Other Big Pros:

Wen Kexing's costumes. His make up and wardrobe. Whoever was responsible - I hope your pillow is cool and you may never stub your toe. Chefs kiss.

Gu Xiang and her himbo husband - all they needed was her walking him on a literal leash along with the metaphorical they already have.

Zishu's wigs look amazing. Just wanted to say.

Everyone is so pretty I'm experiencing bisexual rage.

STRONG!!! WOMEN!! WHO ROCK!!! SHIT!!!! UPPPPPP!!!

Thoughts/Opinions with some spoilers:

I know this show gave a heart attack to few censors at least. I have no idea how they got away with so much - ZZS and WKX calling each other sOULMATES? Overall cannot recommend it enough. It's easily digestible, engaging and will have you crying, squeeing and fanning yourself. Sometimes all at the same time.

#qbr show recommendations #word of honor #cdrama #chinese drama #bl series #censored queer romance #show recommendations #wenzhou #wen kexing #zhou zishu #faraway wanderers #queer shows #queer romance adaptation #censored cdrama

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insomniacwriter17 · 1 year

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5:08 AM

Courtesy of @ofhawkinsandvecna, my ParentGrove AU is born. Please enjoy.

(Depending on response we may crosspost on AO3).

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The last six hours and eighteen minutes had been a blur.

It started at 11:43 PM on May 2, 1999. Steve’s cell phone began to ring, not long after Billy had crawled into bed beside a fast-asleep Steve. Billy, always the light sleeper, heard the buzzing cell phone and reached over his husband’s shoulder to grab it. He squinted at the tiny orange screen to see Nancy’s name on the Caller ID, and it shocked him into full awakeness, jamming his thumb into the accept button hard enough he was surprised it didn’t break.

11:44 PM, Steve was woken up by Billy pressing excited kisses to his forehead, whispering, “It’s time, baby. Nancy and Jonathan are on their way to the hospital! Come on, we have to go.”

By 11:47 PM, the men were in Steve’s BMW, hurrying through the streets of Hawkins, closing the distance between their house and the labor and delivery ward. Billy drove, Steve sat in the passenger seat. They clasped hands tightly, careening toward their future. Their new life. Their new family.

12:02 AM on May 3, 1999, Jonathan met them in the lobby and led them upstairs. The hospital smelled of cleaning solution and sterility, and for once, to Billy it smelled like hope. They passed the nursery window, and time seemed to slow down. It was like slow motion, glancing at the empty bassinets and knowing that one would soon hold their newest family member.

Nancy was glowing, radiant like she had been the last nine months, though she insisted she wasn’t. Steve reached for her hand, tears already pooling in his dark eyes. Billy stood beside the bed as well, staring gratefully at the woman giving them Steve’s biggest dream. “I’m doing the easy part,” she insisted with a pained laugh. “I’ve already done this twice before! The hard part starts after this, and that’s all on you,” she told the men adoringly, her gaze shifting to Billy. “It’s go time.”

“It’s go time,” Billy whispered with a watery smile. Somewhere along the way, Steve’s dream had become Billy’s dream, and now he wanted nothing else in this life but a family with Steve.

“It’s Baby Time,” Steve added with a playful grin, and the four of them broke into a laugh. The first time Steve had uttered the name jokingly, it sent the two couples into a hysterical spiral. And the name had stuck, because it was just ridiculous enough it made sense.

Kind of like Billy and Steve.

Baby Time meant Nancy and Jonathan would come to the hospital. Jonathan would call Robin and Vickie, who were on-call to stay with the Byers’ own angels, seven-year-old Jordan and three-year-old Grace. Nancy would call Steve and Billy, and they would meet at the hospital for however long it took to give Billy and Steve their miracle. And then they’d ride the wave to see what happened next.

Surrogacy was still an odd word, strange and taboo even in the late nineties, but it was now Billy’s favorite. Because of science, doctors, and a willing friend, they were getting everything they ever wanted. A baby. And they’d been around for all of it.

The positive test. The ultrasounds. The nursery assembly. The Braxton-Hicks and the morning sickness and the bedrest. And now, the delivery.

At 3:14 AM, Billy was awake with Nancy while the other two napped on the couch in the room. “How’re you feeling?” Billy asked in the dim room, looking at Nancy. The woman had appeared to be dozing until a minute ago, when she’d begun shifting uncomfortably.

“Just fine,” she promised with a tight smile. “Another contraction,” she explained. “It won’t be long now.” The sentence struck fear into Billy’s chest. Not long before he became a father. The last thing he ever thought he wanted. “How are you feeling?” she retorted. “Talk to me so I can ignore the cramps.”

“I’m scared,” he blurted out, reaching for Nancy’s hand to offer support. The woman squeezed, and Billy wondered if they’d charge extra for a doctor to wrap his broken hand at bedside so he didn’t miss this. But he didn’t tell her to stop. No, she was giving them something far too important. “What if I’m bad at this?” What if I’m like my father?

“You’ll learn,” Nancy promised, breathing deeply and squeezing her eyes shut. “Just because you had a bad dad doesn’t make you a bad one automatically. You can learn from his mistakes.” She was speaking from experience, Billy knew that. Ted Wheeler hadn’t been the most present of individuals, and Lonnie Byers had been right on up there with Neil Hargrove. “None of us had great dads, Billy,” Nancy continued. She relaxed against the bed, sweat shining on her forehead as the contraction faded. “But look at Jonny, he’s great. And you will be, too. Just give yourself grace.”

Billy couldn’t help the grin that made his way across his face. “Love that pipsqueak, but I want the shiny new one, Nancy,” he teased, poking gently at Nancy’s tummy. Nancy laughed right back, shaking her head.

“See? Starting the dad jokes already,” Nancy murmured. “You’ve got this.”

4:47 AM, the doctor and his nurses were flitting about the room. Jonathan had taken his post beside Nancy, holding her hand tightly. Billy and Steve had been given strict instructions to stay where they stood on the left side of the bed up by Nancy’s head, because, “There’s some parts you two don’t need to see!”

Billy bit his tongue, figuring now wasn’t the time to remind her that neither he nor Steve swung that way anymore. He knew Jonathan Byers could still throw a punch if he needed to. So instead, they stayed where they were instructed, hands clasped together tightly and Billy’s hand holding Nancy’s free one.

Now it’s 4:56 AM, and the doctor is encouraging Nancy to push. She’s screaming; Billy is horrified at the sound. Steve is frozen, and Billy thinks both his hands are going to be crushed at this rate given how hard both Steve and Nancy are squeezing. Billy is so glad he can’t have babies.

He’s in awe of the superhero laying on the bed in front of him. She’d done this twice already, and willingly agreed to do it again for them. He owed her so much.

And at 5:01 AM, there is the most piercing cry Billy’s ever heard. But it’s not Nancy, because she’s collapsed back against the bed, catching her breath as Jonathan leans over her and whispers in her ear. Her hand slips out of Billy’s, and his attention moves to the doctor, who is holding up the tiniest human being he’s ever seen. It’s face is pinched, it’s crying loudly, tiny feet kicking in the air.

The doctor declares the three best words Billy’s ever heard, aside from Steve’s first I love you in the dead of night way back in ‘86.

“It’s a girl!”

Billy’s world comes to a halt. This baby, this girl, she’s suddenly Billy’s whole world. “Which daddy wants to cut the cord?” a nurse offers, and Steve looks to Billy.

“Go ahead,” Billy whispers, squeezing Steve’s hand before letting him go. They’d talked about it before – Steve wanted to cut the cord,and Billy had no problem letting that happen. After all, Steve had wanted this a lot longer than Billy ever had. Billy’s vision blurred as he watched Steve take the tool from the nurse, followed her instructions to the minute detail, and just as quickly as she appeared, their daughter was gone. Something about tests and a bath and a diaper and –

Their daughter.

Steve’s arms wrapped around Billy quickly, hugging Billy close to his chest. “It’s real. She’s here.” Everything around them faded, all that existed in the room was Billy, and Steve, and the overwhelming sense of happiness filling the room. Steve eventually broke away from Billy to turn his attention to Nancy, who was smiling tiredly at them.

“Congratulations, daddies,” she whispered, reaching her hand out. She cupped Steve’s cheek, then Billy’s, both men leaning closer to the bed to let her reach.

“Thank you,” they whispered in unison – both of them sounded incredibly close to tears. Nancy’s smile only grew, shaking her head.

“I get first dibs at favorite auntie,” she teased. “Robin can take second place.”

Both men were laughing their agreement at 5:07 AM when the door opened again, and Billy spun on his heels to see the nurse bringing their daughter back in, only now she was clean and wrapped in a tiny receiving blanket and pale pink hat. “Well, Daddy, you want to hold her?” the nurse whispered, glancing up at Billy.

Billy wanted nothing more in the whole entire universe. His hands ached with the emptiness they felt right now, and he shuffled closer. Her tiny, perfect nose and closed eyes – he wondered what color they were. Cheeks pink and so, so peaceful. “I don’t want to hurt her,” he breathed out, making no move to take her from the nurse.

Steve’s hand pressed gently against Billy’s lower back, the man appearing beside his husband. “You’re not going to hurt her,” Steve promised, resting his head on Billy’s shoulder. “You’re her daddy, you’d never hurt her.”

“Here, put your hand under her head,” the nurse instructed patiently, and Billy slid his shaking hand between the nurse’s hand and his baby’s head. Soft, blonde hairs tickled his hand and he wanted to cry. “And the other one under her bum. Just like that, you got it!” Her voice was calming, soft, and Billy was mesmerized.

It’s May 3, 1999. At 5:08 AM, the nurse’s hands pulled away, and Billy Hargrove was holding his daughter, the perfect, precious angel, in his arms. He wanted to break down and cry, but refused to move, because he didn’t want to hurt her. He pulled her close to his chest, and Steve snuggled closer, reaching up to stroke his finger along her cheek.

“She’s six pounds, four ounces,” the nurse offered. “Nineteen inches.”

“She’s healthy?” Steve’s voice wavered hopefully, and Billy was able to tear his eyes away to look up at the nurse.

“Only a few minutes old and already acing tests. She’s perfectly healthy,” she smiled. “Only thing left to do now is name her.” The couple was silent for a moment.

They’d discussed names for months, tossing them out and gauging the other’s reactions. They’d settled on a boy name and a girl name, just so they were prepared. So the silence definitely wasn’t uncertainty.

For Billy, it was the knowledge that saying it outloud meant it was real. There was no going back. “Her name is Addison,” he whispered, looking to Steve for reassurance. Steve was staring at the sight before him, tears streaming down his face and a smile firmly planted on his lips as he nodded right back. “Addison Victoria Harrington.” For as emotional as he was, Billy’s voice was sure.

In his arms, Addison yawned deeply, face screwing up as her mouth opened wide before she immediately settled back into sleep in her father’s arms. “That’s baby for ‘I love it, Daddy!’” The nurse smiled, raising the pitch of her voice to mimic what their infant hadn’t actually said.

“And we love you,” Billy whispered, pressing the most delicate kiss he could muster to her impossibly small forehead. “So, so much.”

“So much,” Steve echoed, his hand wrapping around Billy’s waist. “Welcome to the family, little one.”

#harringrove #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #parentgrove au #insomniacwriter17 #ao3 #fandom #fanfic

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blocksruinedme · 1 year

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Top 5 favorite fics (either ones you've written or ones you've read)

Going with mine, cause the other is way too hard. I'm not going to rank them, just top 5

"Stay?" - Joel/Jimmy, empires s2. 2.6k. Very straightforward, Jimmy and Joel have been hooking up, Joel always leaves after, Jimmy asks him to stay. Joel thinks about it! Joel POV

whatcha gonna do? - Bad Boys ship, Limited Life. It's not done, but you could end it where it is, which is "fade to black". Joel and Grian are trying to seduce Jimmy and he's very clueless. He gets into a bit of a negative headspace as he goes farther into his denial that they could want him. Ch 2 will be just... very very spicy. I have several sequels planned out but SO MANY WIPS so we'll see. It's currently 7k and ch 2 might bring it to like... 18k. IDK. I think ch2 is really good. Jimmy POV.

with the time they had - Flower Husbands, Bad Boys ship, Limited Life, no on screen sex but it's a little spicy. Note: Many meta things are left unresolved, but the core emotional arc comes to a conclusion, for that night. The premise: Every time one of the the traffic life games get set up, no one remembers. This time something is different, and Jimmy keep getting to the edge of remembering things, and sliding off. Grian is also going through a time! "Joel is just some guy". Along comes Scott, who stumbled into remembering, and really wants Jimmy to remember. I cried writing the ending. 12k, Jimmy POV.

Damn I I can't pick between my two smalletho week fics, i'll do both quickly. Call Off Your Ghost - Joel is obsessed with Etho, who does not realize this, and he's going crazy - and he's insanely jealous of Bdubs. Set after DL but written before limited life. It's the first fic I've written that I might not read based on what I saw, but I would like it. Joel POV. Blame it on the Moonlight - Joel and Etho are Red, the end is in sight, and Joel really wants to kiss Etho. 1.4k, shortest thing I'm written that's longer than 100 words. Joel POV.

I Hope You Have The Time of My Life - Bad Boys ship, limited life, set after episode 6. RED LIVES RED LIVES RED LIVES. I'm really into all the possibilities of Red Lives. Grian will let Jimmy kill him for time, but only if they make it gay. It's Joel POV, a ton of thinking about the dynamics of all of them, especially Grian/Jimmy. He knows he is unexpectedly the glue of the team, which is confusing but it's worth the effort to keep the boys together. Chapter 2 keeps getting more complicated but also better. I hope to have it out soon! chapter one is 4.3k and chapter 2 is, idk. less than 10k, i hope.

....it's all joel pov and jimmy pov, huh. Very well. "with the time they had" was originally going to be scott pov and much much simpler, but doing jimmy pov and his struggles to remember and confusion was much more interesting than a lot of "scott saw jimmy slipping away again".

#me #answering asks #my writing #gonna tag the ships cause why not #smalletho #flower husbands #smallidarian #limited life fic #limited life shipping #empires shipping #smallidarity #solidrian #dl shipping #trafficshipping #double life shipping

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kazz-brekker · 2 years

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hotd episode 8 thoughts

boy! this family really never can have a funky good time together without something happening, can they? (i say as a distraction from my immense emotional pain)

rhaenys you may never have been queen of westeros but you are queen to ME.

really liked the bits of daemon and rhaenyra’s life married that we got to see and how comfortable they were with each other. hbo, i’m just saying, but it’s not too late to abandon this whole “adapting the dance of the dragons” idea and just do a 5 season sitcom about the dragonstone household.

wow alicent really has become the westerosi equivalent of a christian housewife but also with girlboss ambitions.

the scenes with the dying viserys made me so sad. rhaenyra trying to talk to her father but he’s too incoherent to understand … introducing him to the grandkids … daemon helping him climb the iron throne … god it really got to me see how much they care about him and how much he was hurting :(

baby aegon iii and viserys ii were really cute though!

no … alicent … please don’t uphold the patriarchy and become complicity in the oppression of women … don’t continue the cycle of abuse begun by others that you now perpetuate…

i am impressed by how quickly this show made my opinion on aegon ii go from “annoying yet entertaining” to “die in a hole you rat bastard.”

congrats to daemon and rhaenyra (and rhaenys!) for raising some much better-adjusted teenagers, definitely liked what we saw of the older versions of the kids.

adult aemond is an absolute menace and i am going to enjoy every single second of his screen time.

jesus christ rhaenyra it’s been SIX YEARS and you still haven’t told rhaenys and corlys their son isn’t dead? please get on that! did love that those two had another scene together at last, though.

the scene where viserys dragged himself to court to sit judgement over the inheritance case was pretty powerful.

damn vaemond velaryon was kind of an ambitious asshole but he really didn’t deserve to die like that. kind of love that daemon was like “talk shit about my wife and you get a sword to the face” though, very in character.

those 30 seconds at the dinner party where everyone was getting along were so bittersweet, it did such a good job of establishing that the whole impending tragedy COULD have been averted if things went differently.

viserys really did need to put his foot down more often and be a stronger king, but it’s also so sad that he just wants his family to get along and love each other and it’s just not going to happen.

helaena honey i am going to rescue you and your ominous prophecies from your terrible husband, you deserve so much better.

the fact that viserys left the room and things immediately went to shit and the younger generation got into a fistfight was peak black comedy, not gonna lie.

the dramatic pause before aemond finished his “strong boys” toast … yeah i love him.

mentally chanting kiss! kiss! kiss! at rhaenyra and alicent as if this could someone how avert all the impending doom.

god, that last scene with alicent and viserys was so good and i am obsessed with how viserys’s obsession with prophecy and the future of his house is actually what dooms it.

PEAK asoiaf vibes to have the prophecy that was supposed to be the duty of the house instead lead to its downfall!

i’m really going to miss paddy considine as viserys, he brought so much depth and complexity to a character who was pretty flat in the book.

i know this whole show has been building up to the dance of the dragons but ohhhhh man am i not ready to see things actually begin in earnest now that the king is dead.

if anyone needs me i will be sitting here trying to process the hour of television i just watched!

#pie says stuff #pie watches hotd #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd spoilers #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #viserys targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #vaemond velaryon #helaena targaryen

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chuubbles · 1 year

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NEXT TIME.

heeseung x f!reader (angst) (jungwon is also in this)

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!!: slightly suggestive(not really)

author’s note: yea hi im back from the dead

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🎵: i love you, when i was your man, space song :(

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this was the worst day for heeseung. well, one of the worst. he took a swig of his wine, and sighed. he looked around his surroundings, hating how happy everyone looked. hating how happy everything looked. hating how happy you looked. everyone was chatting like the sound of bees, until the DJ began to play a slow romantic song. he looked around the venue again, seeing your happy face again. you ran onto the large dance floor with your former fiancé (now newly wed husband), jungwon. the orange and pink lights turned into a dark blue and some purple. everyone began to get out of their seats to record and dance along the floor. except heeseung. he stayed put in his seat, not taking his eyes off of you.

he ran his hand through his dark hair, sighing. he should be happy for you… but can he really? he’s loved you for so long, but was too afraid to admit it. you probably had a thing for him, too.

until you discovered jungwon in highschool. you two met in chemistry class, and hit it off from there. jungwon to you was like a new spark, or something youve never tasted before. soon enough, you began to drift away from heesung, like a boat leaving its harbor. all of your free time was now being spent on jungwon and not him.

coincidentally, you and jungwon basically confirmed your guys’ dating status at heesung’s house. heeseung threw a movie night party for some friends, which then turned into multiple guests because of how many plus ones people were dragging in. jungwon was technically your plus one. it was about halfway through the movie, and heesung still couldnt take his eyes off you. jungwon couldnt, either. you were oblivious to this, just laughing at the bright screen along with everyone else. jungwon ended up slowly snaking his hand towards yours, grasping onto it. you didnt have any big reaction, but a subtle bashful smile to him, like its been done before. to heeseung, seeing your hands together was like him seeing the biggest bomb in the world with a 5 second timer on it. he couldnt take his eyes off of it, and eventually started fidgeting with the blanket on his couch, panicking and wondering. when it was time to go, he walked all the guests out to their cars. he looked for you, to say bye, but instead saw jungwon kissing you. jungwon kissing you. after he kissed you, he reached for your hand and opened the car door for you. he went to the other side, and got in. sooner or later everyone was gone. he was in complete shock. that was the worst day of his life.

he zoned back in and looked at you closely. the way your white jeweled dress hugged your figure perfectly, and all the lace and frabric made you look stunning. your hair beautifully laid with a veil and flowers sprinkled on it. he scoffed, seeing how happy you looked with jungwon. he was the first one, afterall. he’s the one that first made you feel safe, appreciated, and loved. not jungwon. he wished he could go up to the stage and grab a wine bottle and pour it out all over the dance floor, watching the dark red liquid stain everything in its path. even better, chucking the empty bottle at jungwon. but he couldnt. he saw how happy you were.

he grabbed his glass, gulping down the remaining liquid. it burned his throat, but he didnt care. he just wanted to be the one who was holding you. the one who was dancing with you. the one who had a 5- paged speech to give to you. the one who bought an expensive diamond ring for you. the one who was supposed to be by your side forever. the one you’d wake up next to. the one who kissed you at the movie party.

he couldnt imagine the fact that you were living with jungwon. the fact that he got to see your happy smiles everyday. he could give you endless kisses. he could see you at your weakest moments, and be the one to comfort you. the one who could listen to your deepest thoughts before going to bed.

but, what if you never met jungwon? what if you werent taking chemistry? what if you stayed by heesung’s side through it all? what would have happened if he spoke up about how he feeled?

he chuckled at his stupid thoughts. heeseung knew even if you didnt meet jungwon, you and him would still never be together. he was too afraid to ruin the friendship you created with him.

heeseung smiled lightly, sucking in the salty tears that were about to drip down his cheeks. “maybe next time, y/n.”

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chubbles

#fluff #enha fanfic #enha imagines #enha reactions #jungwon scenarios #heeseung scenarios #heeseung imagines #yang jungwon #engene #enhypen #enhypen ff #fanfic #enhypen fanfiction #kpop angst

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mccoys-killer-queen · 8 months

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Seeing REO Speedwagon and Styx ON THE SAME NIGHT- Part 2

This part is exclusively the Styx stuff. Buckle up.

forgot to mention in the last post that the merch for REO wasn't that good? I didn't buy an REO shirt bc there genuinely wasn't anything I wanted, so I bought a keychain

the styx shirts, however, were awesome and I bought one PLUS and an autographed cd of their newest greatest hits compilation

I was already at the point of passing out by the time REO was done

oH btw i forgot to mention that the ppl next to us were super nice it was a husband and wife and the husband RECOGNIZED MY ART FROM INSTAGRAM ???? BC REO SHARED IT ;O; I literally started tearing up

anyway when Styx came out all hell broke loose as far as my insanity goes

Seeing Tommy irl up close(ish) still felt like I was staring at my computer screen

seeing gOWAN UP CLOSE HOWEVER-

((So a bit of background info before I continue: in the days and weeks prior to this, I have been texting Gowan on instagram. Just the occasional story reply and whatnot, nothing frequent or long-winded. I'd just like his responses and move on. However, I did want to let him know I'd be at the Allentown show just because, so when he was posting from Philadelphia two days ago, I bid him a bright welcome from eastern PA and said I'd see him in Allentown the next day, and that I'd be the one "near the front wearing a Gowan shirt"))

((he liked the message and responded to it with his stupid avatar as always. All systems were go. He knew I was gonna be there.))

((should point out here there was oNE OTHER PERSON IN THE ENTIRE FAIR WEARING A GOWAN SHIRT, AND SHE WAS AT THE FUCKING BARRIER))

((however my shirt was better bc it actually had his face and logo on it, whereas hers was just your typical airbrushed shirt with the word "gowan" on it (plus a cap)))

SO, with that background info:

I was basically right in front of his spinning piano/keyboard/organ, just 5 rows deep.

During the first fucking song (To Those), Gowan fucking recognized me. He fucking recognized me. He straight up pointed at me with this big smile on his face and kept doing his little hand motions in my direction and nodding- he fucking knew it was me.

this led to a relationship- a love affair, if you will- between me and our dearest Larry for about the first half of the set.

He sang Lady to me. HE SANG LADY TO ME. It was part of the second/third verse but he was SINGING LADY TO ME ASADFAKJFABSDJGBDFKJBGEAEUOGHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFF

And now I am become Lady, of the Morning

we'd sing to each other and do hand motions to each other it was magical I never wanted it to end

AT ONE POINT- i forget what song it was- HE WAS PLAYING PIANO AND LOOKING AT ME SO I BLEW HIM A KISS AND HE FUCKIN SWOONED AT ME OGSRTNGERGNGSRNTGOI HELPPPPP

what i mean by that is that he fuckin leaned back as if the kiss had "hit" him and let his eyes roll back a little bit i HATE HIMMMM (affectionate)

TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY TOMMY

Tommy sounds so fucking good and looks so fucking good and i feel so normal about that

MISS AMERICA GOES SO HARD LIVE FUCKIN LOVE JY AND HIS SPARKLY GREEN STRAT UGHHHHHHH

Pretty sure Gowan was looking at me again during Miss America so now i am become Miss America, our Love

TOMMY POINTED AT ME DURING LORELEI WHICH I WAS SURPRISED AT BC I WAS SO FAR AWAY FROM HIM BUT IT WAS **DEFINITELY** ME HE WAS POINTING AT BC I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO HAD MY ARMS UP AND I WAS JUMPING

I think Tommy might've looked at me and nodded a few times at me after that throughout the set but I'm only half sure of that, but when he pointed at me during Lorelei was the only time i was 100% sure he acknowledged me

GOWAN'S SPARKLY COAT AND HAT FOR ROCKIN THE PARADISEEEE

Rockin the Paradise had to be the height of the night i stg it goes so hard

Gowan introducing Will and saying he weighs in at 365 pounds

Gowan introducing JY and saying he weighs in at 100 pounds and stands 3'6'' or something

Gowan introducing Ricky as a member of the Babys and then saying he hit early puberty after being a Baby

CHUCK WAS THERE AsDFKASDHFAAAAAAAA I WAS GENUINELY NOT EXPECTING CHUCK TO BE THERE I WAS SO HAPPYYYYY

When Gowan called Chuck out for Lost At Sea, Chuck just like fucking trudged across the stage like he didn't wanna be there and it made Gowan laugh in the middle of his sentence and he said "nice entrance, by the way"

I was so fucking dehydrated by the middle of their set that i swear to GOD when larry started playing Khedive it felt like it quenched my painful thirst

Tommy had 3 different outfits throughout the set. The second one was like pink and purple camo or something i love him. the third one was s l u t t y.

Can I just say I MUCH prefer the live version of Lost At Sea

Gowan called us the "Allentown choir" bc Come Sail Away was coming up

Come Sail Away is always so ethereal like holy shit "magical" doesn't begin to scrape the surface

GOWAN FUCKIN BOPPIN DURING MR ROBOTO HELL YEAHHHH

Even Tommy was bopping otgnioerginaerg

Tommy didn't come over to stage right the entire time except for at the very end of Renegade and that's the closest I've ever been to him in my life

HIS SMILE IS EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL IN PERSON

SEEING HIM JUMP AND DO HIGH LEG KICKIES AND SEEING HIS HAIR GO SWOOSH IRL AAAAAAAAA

I THINK JY might've been looking at me at some points but again i genuinely couldn't tell

At the end of the set I held up Tommy's portrait and Gowan was trying to get a look at it but probably couldn't tell bc i was far away and there was probably a glare

only one pick during this entire night got thrown in the general area of where I was and I don't even remember who threw it tbh I don't even remember what BAND it was during

I then waited by the bus exit for like 15 minutes, peeking through the fence before a security guard asked me what I was doing. I briefly explained to him I just had prints for the bands and he told me "the first band" had already left and "the second band" was about to and that they 'don't get things'

I asked him once or twice just to confirm that there was no one I could give them to in order for them to get them, just so I knew that the Mission had come to its end.

EDIT: GOWAN MADE THE "BASS PRO SHOP" JOKE WITH CHUCK ONSTAGE BAHAHAHAHAHAHA

EDIT: When tommy segued into Too Much Time he did the thing again— "try and picture yourself in the early days of MTV, just try and picture yourself there" and when the song started he froze and did these crazy eyes looking from side to side like 👀 "oh shit..."

at the line "i can solve the world's problems without even trying" he did this limp wrist type thing kfksakkfogof he also did the lil "i'd go out cruisin" hand

allegedly after their bows Todd kissed tommy on the cheek or something gnskqkofykgkd

Epilogue: I texted Gowan this morning. Will update on that later.

#concerts #concert log #styx #i gotta go to WORK now

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dellafloosh · 9 months

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NO BUT WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

I have so many thoughts

Spoilers for Good Omens below the cut

Ok so… Christ what a season. I loved everything about that. If Season 3 doesn’t get made I will cry.

Let’s start off with the easy stuff. Michael Sheen and David Tennant have amazing chemistry and play their parts so perfectly.

Crowley was already my favourite character even before this season but he just gets better. Him arresting himself to go to heaven was just so enjoyable to watch, and heaven not “changing their passwords” makes sense when you take into account Crowley’s earlier comment about how if you’re in, they don’t care if you’re an outsider.

Aziraphale was just as charming as in S1 and the book, however I feel his out-of-style-ness was cranked to 11 which doesn’t make a whole lot of sense when he’s clearly very interested in people, but I take it as a stylistic choice by him, choosing that he simply likes talking with old-timey slang and quips.

Jim, short for Gabriel, was just so good. Every interaction he had with other characters was just delightful. He truly just had no idea what was going on and I loved it. One thing I did note was his purple eye thing, which happened at three times that I noticed. Twice in the bookshop and once during the Archangel meeting when he was getting fired. Not sure what it meant during the meeting but found it interesting.

Beelzebub was honestly probably the biggest improvement from S1. I’m not saying they were bad in S1, just not very present. But in Season 2, just amazing stuff. They’re starting to blur the line more, to a darker shade of grey instead of everything being black & white. The fly gifting was just so nice, similar to when Crowley made Jim a cup of hot chocolate which was such a small but huge thing for a demon to do!!

Beelzebriel is my second-favourite ship and it was on screen for like 5 minutes. I wish them all the luck.

Shax was definitely the antagonist of the season, but what was gonna happen with her was kinda predictable. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, just not that very interesting.

All the angels were quite good, definitely played their “Follow the rules” parts really well. Muriel seems nice, but if she sells even one book she will face the wrath of the Supreme Archangel.

SPEAKING OF WHICH

The ending was………… heartbreaking. Aziraphale got the job as Supreme Archangel and, when asked to become an angel again and work beside him, Crowley rightfully declined.

Crowley left heaven for a reason, he was upset with the system and felt the need to take a stand. Why would he ever want to come back?

Aziraphale believes that he’ll be able to change the system if he gets to a high enough position, but Crowley knows that he and Aziraphale could get a life for themselves all alone, just like Beelzebriel. Away from the system, from Heaven and Hell and all the complications they brought them.

The thing is that both of them are correct in their own ways. Until we see how it goes it’s so hard to tell who is correct.

THE KISS my god the kiss I have so many thoughts.

First of all, Aziraphale’s reaction was so devastating. I want to cry. I did cry. But that was when they kissed, not after. Crowley’s whole big talk about it being just the two of them for millennia was so good and I just wish Aziraphale could choose the slightly selfish route and go with his husband.

And now that these genderqueer dragkings have kissed I want to talk about how fucking inclusive this series is.

Like in S1 there was inclusivity, with Pollution and Beelzebub and all the “not men” moments (very Janet of them both). But Season 2, Jesus Christ (or is that S3??!!). The main love focus is a wlw couple, there’s a genderqueer person dating a POC, so much gender everywhere, just so much taking away the heteronormativity without making a huge statement.

Making a huge statement can be good and is VERY often good. But the fact is that trans people and gays exist everywhere without it having to be the main focus of their identities, and seeing that portrayed in a series is just so great.

And there’s a DISABLED ANGEL I love them so much. They kinda replaced Michael as Michael replaced Gabriel, which I like and they fit the role really well.

Writing this has been the main focus of my day and I absolutely adore this series. For S3, I hope we get to see more of God and Satan, the two opposing poles on the Celestial compass, and getting to see Jesus would be really fun.

#good omens #long reads #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #beelzebriel #good omens spoilers

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loveyourownsmiilee · 2 years

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Last Coworker Linda update for season 5!

Sorry about the lack of Linda update last week. She wasn’t at work for a few days bc she’s been sick! She’s better now!! But she had a lot to say about these last two episodes!!

About Buck & Taylor:

“AM I GLAD TO SEE WHATSHERFACE GONE!! IT FELT LIKE I HIT THE JACKPOT!!! They clearly weren’t ever going to last. And the fact that she fucking backstabbed him by running the story? We all knew she was going to. Poor Buckster with his way too forgiving heart just wanted to see the best in people. But I mean come on, she’s been a witch from the beginning. Buck should’ve seen it coming the second he saw her laptop opened with the article on Jonah! We finally got rid of her!!!! Buck calling her a mistake was the cherry on top of everything! Good bye Miss Kelly, which isn’t even her name. Bye I never want to see her or another reporter on that show ever again because I will shut my tv screen off like Hen did!”

About Bobby:

“I was shaking I really didn’t want him to drink again. I held my breath the entire time. I’m so happy Eddie was able to catch Bobby right before he drank again. I think they both needed that conversation. Such a big difference from Eddie telling him to go to hell that’s for sure. Eddie is so cuddly now that he’s been to therapy and can speak about stuff instead of swallowing everything. I wanna cuddle Eddie now. But I think I have a better suggestion on who can give Eddie better cuddles 😉” LINDAAAA I CANNOT 😂😂😭😭

About Lucy:

“Ugh she’s still there?? We have Eddie back like why is she still there. I don’t wanna see her with the team next season. Not gonna lie I die for a moment think they would get her with Buck after the fire. But there’s nothing there. They barely talk, everyone had dismissed the kissing and made it into a joke. Buckster didn’t even want Bobby his pseudo dad to find out about it. Smells like regret on both parties. I was thinking if we got a scene with them in the finale that may indicate them getting together next season but we got jack shit. Yeah I’m not worried about that because Buck seemed to be connecting dots all episode long!”

About Buddie: she was the most excited about this!!

“Ok ok ok I really think they’re doing something there. I can see it. I really can see it. First of all why was Buck even in Christopher’s room last episode? If not to show us how disgustingly married they are? I saw this fond looks. I saw them proving to everyone how well they know each other. Can’t say I was ever like that with my ex but I was side eyeing them the entire scene. THEN they were fixing Eddie’s walls together in this episode???? Does Buck unofficially live there bc he’s been at Eddie’s house more than his own this season. When Eddie told him earlier on in the season that Buck is the guy who fixes things. And not only did Buck help fix Eddie while he was struggling but HE IS FIXING EDDIE’S WALL. THE SAME WALL HE BROKE! What if this is them fixing up their future bedroom together? Surely Buck will officially move in at some point right? That scene with them was very soft because me and my ex husband were never like thet with each other and we were married. And the fact that Buck seemed to have a few moments of clarity in the episode? When Ravi said that line about partners and each other’s backs? Isn’t that what Eddie and Buck made an oath on in their first episode together? I’m not crazy right it’s a thing that happened? I don’t know because when he was talking to his sister I feel like he kind of had a moment of clarity when he was thinking about the words he was saying and he had a very clear idea of who that person is and that person is definitely not Taylor! I think Buckster realized his one and only partner that’s been loyal to him has been Eddie. Especially with everything we’ve seen this half of the season, I can see him accepting that maybe he does have feelings for Eddie next season. And I think it’s possible he may want to get over those feelings because he doesn’t think they’ll be reciprocated. BUT HE NEEDS TO OPEN HIS EYES BECAUSE EDDIE LOOKS AT HIM LIKE BUCK HUNG THE MOON! Then Buckster’s little giddy smile when in the end he had his partner next to him again? I was jumping up because I’m glad Eddie’s back by his side, where he’s meant to always be!! Oh I think they’re going there. It has to I mean they were such a family this entire season so it’s got to right? No new girlfriend they introduce to us will make me of all people buy it. I said it before, Buck is only a good boyfriend to Eddie. That’s his most successful relationship and whoever they bring in for both men will not do anyone any justice. I think next season they can get together. You’ve been right this entire time haven’t you little miss!!”

SCREAMING CRYING BC AN ELDER GA VIEWER HAS COME TO THIS CONCLUSION AFTER 5 SEASON’S!!! WE STAN LINDA FOREVER 🥰🥰🥰🥰

#juju answers #anon asks #buddie #anti taylor kelly #911 spoilers #lucy donato #bobby nash #coworker linda #give me buddie or give me hell

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lizzie-bennetdarcy · 1 year

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5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Rules: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!

Tagged by the lovely @chelle-68 🥰🥰

5 works (in no particular order)

How long till we reach the door?

My first E fic and longest published fic to date. For whatever reason, it was one of the easiest fics for me to write, and is still one of my favorites. I also experimented with a dual POV, and I liked how it turned out.

Lock it up

The idea for this fic came about from a random tumblr post about David being Patrick's lock screen photo. For whatever reason, I really enjoy (HEA, obviously) fics where the Brewers learn that Patrick is gay/about his relationship in an alternate way. I think it's because it's a miracle he did keep the secret as long as he did.

A taste of you

From a prompt for Frozen Over. I'm sure the prompter did not intend for there to be as many ball jokes in a cake pop decorating meet-cute, but unfortunately I have the humor of a 12 year old boy. I still love this fic, and I like that I was able to include the phone call from canon, as well as Stevie because I love her.

Kiss & tell

The idea that Patrick would befriend the neighborhood ladies absolutely delights me, and power walking seemed to be the best way to do it. I also love that no matter how much gossip two local business-owning queer men may have, the busybody old ladies always know more.

(He) was a fast machine

Poor, newly single Patrick has to listen to his upstairs neighbors have sex. Loudly. Constantly. At least he can make friends, right? I'm glad others enjoyed this fic, because I love it and was delighted the whole time while writing it!

4 wips

I have a handful of wips I could share, but these are the most likely to actually come to fruition. I get distracted easily, therefore I write slow. I'm also more focused on drawing right now, so.

Post-canon vacation fic!

This will be my longest fic to date, and I am very excited about it. Mostly just lots of sex and soft husband's.

David's mirror

A slightly angsty fic I started recently. Basically, David's struggle with self-image.

How long till we reach the door? Continuation

1, possibly 2 more chapter about what happens after their first meeting!

Romeo and Juliet au.

What it says, except way less death. HEA guaranteed, of course.

3 biggest improvements

The first is just that I started writing, I suppose. I had a teacher in high school who absolutely hated my writing, for whatever reason, and had me convinced I was Bad at writing. Then I posted a silly little fic and all my friends were so lovely about it that I kept trying.

I would say I got better at recognizing how I write. I tend to need to get the general actions written out in a scene before I go back in and flesh out more depth and emotion.

I learned a lot more about dialogue punctuation. I haven't written much dialogue... ever, so I spent time trying to make sure I do it right.

2 resolutions

Write more! I really do enjoy writing, and I would like to carve out more time to do it.

Take more time to plot. I work a lot better when I have a structure to follow, so if I take the time in the beginning, I think it will be easier to stick with ideas.

Number 1 Favorite Line

"She never thought to wonder what he might not have wanted captured." From Lock it up.

I don't know that I really have a favorite line I've written, but part of my Marcy series centers around her desire to be involved and fully supportive of her new life. I headcanon that the older he got, the less Patrick liked having pictures of himself taken because it was too close to showing how he felt inside. It's hard to live a lie when it's staring you in the face, right? So now that he's accepted this huge part of himself, he starts taking pictures again and Marcy is delighted.

Tagging @smblmn @hippolotamus @stereopticons @smallumbrella369 @obsessedwithdavrick @mammameesh

#schitt's creek #sc fan fic #54321 #my fic #this was fun!

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 2 years

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Chapter 5: Thatch

Hello Lovely Babes! Chapter 5 is here for Papa Thatchie for the collab me and @fireflykaizoku did!!! This is one of my favorite ones I wrote and this man is daddy material! I hope you all enjoy!

Tw: kids

The two small children staring out the window waiting to see the familiar figure walk up the road to their home their elbows propped up on the window seal their heads resting on their palms . “He will be home soon, just wait.” their mother said to them both. Seeing the pompadour from down the road they saw the familiar figure.

“There he is!” The girls exclaimed. Thatch saw the two small children peering through the window waving at him. He was holding a small pastry box in his hand, he often made his own pastries for them but he decided to get them this one time . As he approached the door, the girls opened the door immediately.

“Daddy did you get them?!” Bella exclaimed.

“Did you get the strawberry ones?” Belle asked him.

“Yes I got the ones you both like” Bending a bit to show them the small pastries he got from the bakery in town.

“Yaya momma just made the tea so we can have the tea party!” Belle said. Their mother got a dainty tray and placed the pastries in an organized fashion on the tray. The girls dragged their parents to the dining table their mother decorated just a few mins before Thatch came home.

“Your mommy did a good job.” Thatch looking at the mother of his kids.

“A mothers job is never done.” She took a seat between the girls placing the pastries next to the tea pot. She began to pour the small cups of tea. She put an ice cube in the small children’s cup to make sure they didn’t burn their tongues while adding the sugar and milk. Thatch watching his daughter lifting their pinkies in the air as they took a small sip.

“Maybe mommy can make my tea like your guys.” Thatch looking at her giving a cheeky smile.

“Geez that sounds like a wife requesting a babe.. You upgraded from boyfriend to father of my children but not yet husband.” She placed her left hand up with no ring, smiling . But she couldn’t hold a serious face as she began to laugh. She began to make his tea handing it to him

“Aww come on babe like I’ve told you many times. I love you and you love me. That's all that matters. The only difference between us and a married couple is that they have rings.”

“Right right…changing the subject. I have all the girls' stuff packed for the trip, all that needs to be packed is our stuff.” She took a drink of her own tea.

“I can’t wait for you to meet pops and the rest of my brothers babe.” Thatch said.

“From what you have told me they seem interesting. Do you think some of them settled down?” She spoke placing the pastries in front of the little ones

“Maybe a few. I know some of them were in relationships while being on the ship. But we will find out when we see them.” Thatch began to remember some of the memories on the Moby Dick.

Few hours passed and the girls were coloring in the living room. Thatch was sitting down on the couch looking at his partner through the screen door who was outside on the porch. Looking at his girls for a moment they were too busy coloring when he decided to join her on the porch. “Excited about the visit?” She asked him with a faint smile.

“Yeah I am, I want to show off the beautiful girls in my life.” Thatch arm wrapping comfortably around her waist.

“Who would have thought almost of being together for 7 years? We would have had Bella and Belle” she chuckled slightly. She began to remember the first time she met him “ I remember picking you up at the bar that one fateful night and now I can't get rid of you.” She laughed. The one trait Thatch fell for this woman was her sense of humor and the smile that he thought that could launch a 1000 ships.

“Well you're stuck with me till the bitter end woman. Till death do us part.” Thatch's face grew closer to her as he tried to kiss her. Her index finger placed on his lips stopping him

“Thatch those are the kind of things you say to someone that is getting married.” she raised her brow at him.

“Right right.” He cleared his throat “almost forgot I had to pick something else up as I picked the pastries up in town.”

“What? I only saw the pastry box you brought.” She said she wanted to question what else he had picked up in town.

“It was able to fit in my pocket. I will let you be the judge and decide what you want to do with it.” Going into his pocket pulling out a small felt box he placed it in her hands.

“Thatch this isn’t a joke right?” Her heart was racing. He looked at him making sure it wasn’t a joke or anything.

“After 7 years of putting up with me and giving me two daughters I figured it would be the right time. Besides, I kinda like you.” He playfully laughed as she lightly pushed him, wiping the single tear from her eyes. Her hands were shaking as she opened the small box. “Will you do the honors of upgrading me baby daddy to husband?”

“Do it momma!” Bella shouted.

“Yeah, do it!!!” Belle said. They both were standing by the door screen. “You both were in on this two?” she laughed and she was lost for words. “Yea I mean babe I always make the pastries for the girls tea party don’t you think it was odd I went to go get them at the bakery.” Both Thatch and her laughed seeing the two small girls with toothy grins staring at them. “Well come on, is it a yes or a no?” He asked

“Yes Thatch my answer is yes!” She exclaimed. Thatch took out the ring from the box, placing it on her finger. Out of all the guys on the crew Pop’s wouldn’t expect him to even settle down with one person neither his brothers as well. Many would be shocked to see him with his own small family.

#papa thatch #thatch #one piece thatch #op thatch #one piece #the witch of one piece #curse of the whitebeard pirates #shirohige pirates #whitebeard crew #whitebeard pirates

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Always in My Heart

5/6

Divorced Parents AU (Percy/Annabeth)

The next morning, Percy was still by Annabeth’s side when she woke, fast asleep after the night they’d had. She had nothing on but a loose tee-shirt(presumably Percy’s) and a pair of thin lacey panties. She sat up, stretching and cracking her back along the way. She leapt out of bed, not bothering to put on a bra or brush her teeth. Checking the time, Annabeth was grateful that it was Sunday. They’d slept until nine-thirty, which was understandable. After they got back from the club around one, that passion stopped at no extent to be fulfilled. Even now, Annabeth felt her heart racing, wanting more. She pulled up her phone, biting her lip at the view of her lock screen. Twelve missed calls from Percy’s mother and five from Selena. She had no idea that she could miss so much in only one night.

Somebody knocked sharply on the door, short and fast. Annabeth groaned internally, getting up from her comfy position. She trudged to open the door and was shocked at the sight in front of her.

“Sally…hey! How are you?”

Annabeth stood in her door frame, eyes wide as she frantically pulled down the t-shirt that was covering her.

“Make yourselves comfortable, please. I need to run and get dressed.” she dashed back to her room, eyeing Percy(who was still curled up in bed).

After a moment of throwing on clothes, she heard Percy get up and begin to put on his own clothes from behind her.

“Your mom is here with Jordan.” Annabeth turned to him, buttoning up her shirt.

His eyes bugged out of his head. “What time is it? She said ten.”

“It is ten, Perce. We slept in.”

He began to cackle(rather loudly), clutching his sides. “This is like that Home Alone scene. Running around getting ready. Only, I’m pretty sure all the parents did was sleep.” Percy smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“We are going to go out there and own the fact that we totally just had mind-blowing sex all night long.”

Annabeth grinned up at him. “And when they ask questions we can just smile.”

Percy bit his lip, holding back a grin. “Then what are we waiting for?”

Annabeth led Percy to the living room, where Jordan was sitting on Sally’s lap while she told him stories. When she saw her son walk into the room, fiddling with his curls, she raised her eyebrow knowingly.

“Annabeth was your ‘friend,’ hm, Perce?” she asked, holding back a smirk.

“Er-no. My so-called friends abandoned me. We ran into each other last night and thought why not?” he shrugged.

“Daddy, why are you wearing Mama’s shirt?” Jordan asked, cocking his head to the side.

Percy looked down, and he glared at me. “What the fuck, Annabeth?”

It was Annabeth’s turn to cackle. She collapsed onto the couch in a fit of giggles, whilst her ex-husband’s face reddened with embarrassment and laughter. “I wasn’t paying attention, okay?” she managed to speak before dissolving once more.

Sally cleared her throat. “If you two are done, I’ll take my leave.” she kissed Jordan’s grandson, then gave each adult a hug before grabbing her coat and leaving.

“Mama?” Jordan tugged at Annabeth's hand.

“What’s up, Sweetie?” she pulled her son onto her lap, making room for Percy on the loveseat.

“Why did Daddy stay here last night? Did he get kicked out of his home?”

“No, no. I didn’t get kicked out, Bubba.” Percy ruffled Jordan's hair. “Your Mama and I just had some stuff to…talk…about.”

Annabeth hid her head in Jordan’s fluffy hair, hiding a smirk. Talking was one way of describing what they did.

“Oh, okay.” he shrugged, then looked up at the ceiling, a very serious expression on his face. “I like this. It feels like we are a family now.”

Annabeth met Percy’s glance, and then she felt guilty. Maybe it was a good thing they’d taken time to sort out their lives after Jordan was born, but maybe they could have handled it better. Maybe they could have temporarily separated and not gone through with the divorce until they were sure.

But that wasn’t how the hand was played. None of those choices could be changed now. It was there that Annabeth decided to not only make her son’s vision of their small family a reality but to live it herself. Annabeth wanted this. Percy had told her he wanted this. So what were they waiting for?

“It does, doesn’t it?” Percy’s gentle words shook her out of her daydream.

“You know what the most family thing to do is?” Jordan asked eagerly.

“What?” Annabeth narrowed her eyes, wondering if she should be nervous or not.

“Pillow fights!” he sprung up and began attacking his parents with fluffy couch pillows.

The afternoon was spent lazily chucking pillows at each other and watching various animated movies such as The Little Mermaid and Shreck. It couldn’t have been better.

#percabeth fanfic #percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth have the cutest kids #sally jackson #pillowfights are the most family thing to do - jordan jackson

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