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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 2

Holy shit, guys. I have never had such a response to a story before. Thank you guys so much.

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Edit: Also if you saw the title as something else? No, no you didn’t. And any reblogs you see with anyone instead of anybody are a figment of your imagination. (*thuds head on laptop* I have the title right on here...in my file *wails*)

Part 1

The next morning Eddie got up for school excited for the first time. He had a mystery to solve and his name was Steven Harrington. Probably the third or whatever shit rich people got to with naming their kids. He rummaged through his closet looking for his favorite band tee. But he stopped when he found an old shoe box down at the bottom.

Eddie frowned and pulled it out. It was a bunch of pictures of Eddie when he first came to live with his uncle, Wayne. He looked at the shaved head and bruised face.

His dad had taken one look at Eddie that morning and decided his hair was too long. He had grabbed Eddie by the hair and dragged him into the bathroom and shaved his head. The bruises to the face were from Eddie trying to escape.

Eddie had suffered a concussion and it was then the state had taken notice. They had packed up his stuff while he was in the hospital in a big black garbage bag and told him he would be going home to his Uncle Wayne. In Indiana. So far from the life he knew. But it meant being safe from his dad and that was a plus in Eddie’s book.

It’s how he knew what Steve was going through. Maybe not exactly the same. But he knew concussions and knew they were a bad business.

He put the pictures back in the box and tucked it under his bed. Maybe he didn’t need to know why Steve was hurting. Maybe it was enough to understand. He pulled on his second favorite band tee and his jacket. He grabbed his bag and hurried out the door.

Eddie bit his lip. He didn’t have any classes with Steve today and wasn’t able to check up on him. He was tempted to break into the office and pull Steve’s schedule. But that would get him detention and he was still trying to keep his promise to his uncle.

How was he going to do this?

And then the answer literally dropped in his lap. A book was thrown at him by someone. He picked it up and looked at the cover. It was some old homework journal was about to throw it away when a piece of paper fluttered to the ground.

Frowning he picked it up. By some miracle it was Steve’s schedule. He looked up to see if he could see who threw it at him. But it could have been anyone. A lot of people were avoiding his eye, but that could be for any number of reasons. They bought from him and now they can’t look him in the eye because he knows. They want to buy weed and don’t know how to broach it. They think he’s a freak. They have a crush on him. You know, the possibilities were endless.

But at least he knew things he didn’t before. Like holy hell, the kid did a lot of sports. He looked at baseball and swimming and basketball with his mind whirling around in his head. How did he keep all the rules straight?

Math third period Eddie knew. History was Steve’s first period. Which was probably how his messed up brain managed to spew that information at Eddie yesterday. Baseball was seventh. Basketball his eighth. Swimming was second. English fourth. Art was sixth. Art, huh? That was intriguing. Probably thought it was an easy elective. And chemistry was fifth. So it looked something like this.

Odd 1-History 3- Math 5- Chemistry lunch 7- Baseball

Even 2-Swimming 4-English 6-Art lunch 8-Basketball

Huh. Eddie never noticed, but Steve was always in his lunch period. That was certainly interesting. He wondered what Mrs Hall, the guidance counselor would do about all his sports now that he couldn’t play anymore. He supposed swimming was still fine, nothing to hit you in that. But baseball and basketball were definitely out.

Eddie chewed on his lip. The sports weren’t going to get Eddie closer to finding out what happened to Steve. They would close ranks so fast. At least Steve and him had lunch together so that would at least make it easier befriend the guy.

Art, though. He tapped his lip thoughtfully. He had art in his fifth period. He could doing some snooping there. After all art is where true expression lies. And if there was anything going on it would show in his art.

The start of a plan was forming in the back of his mind. Yeah. This could work.

At lunch, Eddie slid in next to Steve as soon as he sat down.

“What’s on the menu today, Harrington?” he asked grinning.

Steve looked up at him in shock again. “Um...applesauce and plain toast, with a can of ginger ale.”

Eddie winced. “Still feeling the nausea?”

Steve nodded. “I’m starting to wonder if it’s ever going away.”

“It’ll stick around for about a week,” Eddie said softly.

Steve frowned. “How would you know that?”

“How don’t you know that?” Eddie fired back. “This is your second concussion.”

“Didn’t go to the doctor either time,” Steve mumbled.

“You want to run that past me again, Harrington?” Eddie asked.

“Doctors mean having to call my parents,” Steve explained, “calling my parents means that they’ll have to come back from their trip, coming back from their trip means I get into trouble, getting into trouble is not good for a concussion, so I don’t.”

“Why would you get into trouble for having a concussion?” Eddie asked, furrowing his brow.

Steve started counting it out on his fingers. “Getting into a fight. Hanging out with black people and by extension, siding with said black person. Having to drop out of sports. Watching my grades plummet. Not speaking to Tommy and Carol. I can keep going if you’d like...”

Eddie shook his head. “Holy shit, dude. I didn’t think I’d see a shittier dad then my own, but yours and your mom take the cake.”

Steve looked down at his applesauce mournfully. “It’s not that bad. At least my dad doesn’t hit me like Tommy’s dad does.”

Eddie’s eyebrows went up. “Are all rich dads douchebags?”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Look, I’ve got to eat my own lunch,” Eddie said slapping the table and standing up, “but if you need anything come find me.”

Steve nodded, but Eddie didn’t think he would take him up on it.

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

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shina913 · 2 years

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Stubble | KNJ

Stubble (one-shot)

Pairing: Namjoon x fem!reader

Genre: Established relationship; smut; PWP; fluff (if you squint)

Rating: M (NSFW); 🔞

Summary: So Namjoon forgot to shave...

Word count: 2.4K+

Warnings: facial hair kink; body worship; clit play; breast play; BDE!Namjoon; fingering; oral (F-receiving); dirty talk; unprotected sex in an established, monogamous relationship; rough(ish) sex; some manhandling; cussing

A/N: I have several WIPs but haven't been inspired to write or finish anything in the last month. Work has been exhausting and life is just...a little less than ideal right now. But...in an effort to jumpstart my writing brain, here's some horny word vomit--prompted by this photo that Namjoon posted on his insta stories today.

This is also un-beta'd, BTW. And of course, I realized I forgot to put that in after posting. 😖

You awaken, as soon as your body deems itself ready. You reach out to your nightstand, checking your phone for the time. You were pleased at how ‘late’ it was. It was nice to wake up voluntarily instead of begrudgingly, by the sound of your morning alarm.

It was a long weekend and you and Namjoon decided to take it easy instead of making any plans. After a hectic week at work, it was a welcome break for both of you.

You remained laid up on your side, unwilling to take on the day just yet. You feel him stirring behind you. When he nuzzles into your neck, you feel something prickly brush your skin.

“Ah!” You flinch a little.

“What? What did I do?”

You turn your head back to see him looking down at you, his long hair, framing his face that currently had a slightly panicked expression written all over it. He looked so adorable first thing in the morning. When he opens his eyes and stares at you with that heavy-lidded, glazed look–as if he was stepping out of a dream and into an even better reality.

You studied his face for a bit...until your eyes shifted downward. You hadn't noticed it last night...probably because you were too tired. But in the morning light, it was more evident. You couldn’t help but reach up to brush the stubble he had growing out of his chin and jawline.

He chuckles and leans into your touch. “I was in a rush yesterday morning and thought I’d just shave in the evening. But when I got home from work, I was just too exhausted to go through my whole routine. Sorry if it bothers you–”

“I never said that,” you say softly, still running your fingers on his chin.

He cocked an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Really?”

“I’ve seen you with stubble before but you usually take care of it by the end of the day so…I’ve never seen grown out like this.”

Namjoon was always very good about maintaining his facial hair. He preferred a close shave because his hair grew rapidly. This meant shaving nearly twice a day because by the time he got home, he’d be sporting a 5 o’clock shadow. Truth be told, it made him feel uneasy.

“Y-you like this?” He gestures at his face.

“I mean...it's...kind of...hot?” You admitted, sheepishly. He feels you shifting underneath him, already rubbing your thighs together.

He dipped his head to rub his chin against your jawline, trying to determine whether you were just fucking with him. His light strokes sent a shiver down your spine, you couldn’t help but let out a moan.

“What the f—“ He couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief. “You know, I always shaved because I thought you liked it when my face was all smooth.” You feel his hand settle on your thigh.

You rolled over flat on your back to get a better look at him, cupping his face. “Well, yeah...but it’s also because I love the aftershave you use. That’s why I always feel the need to kiss you and pinch your cheeks. But…I’m really digging this look.”

You didn’t think you had a stubble kink…until now.

You lift your neck to reach up and kiss his lips, then drag your teeth down his chin. At the same time, you use your free hand to guide his fingers between your thighs, to your center, slipping them past the gusset of your panties.

Feeling how wet you were for him, his brows lifted in surprise. “Seriously? Stubble?”

You bit at your lower lip then shrugged your shoulders. “You think my body would be making this up?” You grind against his fingers.

A low growl rumbled up from his chest. In an instant, he took your mouth in a rough, lust-fueled kiss. He pulled away, sinking his head to kiss your neck, his stubbled chin brushing against your skin.

Moving lower he lifts your top up trailing kisses down your chest. He squeezed your breast in his other hand while his lips surrounded a hardened nipple. His mouth was hot, his tongue felt like velvet lashes against your skin. When his teeth bit into the tip, you cried out, your body jerked, the shock going straight to your core.

You clutched at his hair strands. Your legs wrapped around him, tightening, making him feel how desperate you were for him.

“Joon,” you moaned.

“I’m here, baby,” he breathed, nibbling across your cleavage to your other breast. His fingers tugged at the wet nipple he’d left behind, pinching it gently until you pushed up and into his hand.

He reached between your legs once more, his fingers delving into your cleft. The pads stroked over your clit but purposely skirted the trembling opening. With your lips pressed to his, you moaned, your hips circling. He fingered you leisurely, building your need, his kisses slowed into a deep fucking of your mouth.

A moment later, your legs were in the air and his head was lowering to the hypersensitive flesh between your thighs.

You held your breath, waiting. The way your body was folded up, you couldn’t see him, until you felt his hot, velvet tongue sliding between your tender flesh.

“Oh, fuck!” Your back arched off the mattress.

You struggled, trying to lift your hips up to his mouth. Gripping your thighs, he held you in place, tasting you at the pace he wanted, licking over and around the slick opening, taunting you with your desire to feel his tongue inside you.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Namjoon purred.

His lips circled your clit, his mouth suckling, the flat of his tongue rubbing across that sensitive pleasure point. The prickling sensation of his facial hair, heightening your need for him at the same time.

“Joon, I want you…please…” You didn’t care that he made you beg. The more you gave him, the more he gave back.

But he made you wait as he savored you, his hair caressing the tender skin at the backs of your thighs that you held up closer to your chest, his tongue massaging your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

Your mouth fell open when he licked lower, dipping the merest fraction into the trembling clutch of your body. You gasped, dizzy with the onslaught of sensation.

Your fingers dug into your legs. “Oh my god…there, right there…”

He hums onto your clit, sending tremors through you. Your body jerked as he finally gave you what you wanted, his stiffened tongue pushing into your slick heat with a slow, delicious thrust.

“Feel good?”

“Yes, fuck, yes… just like that…” You gasped.

Pleased with himself, he continued to service you. His mouth was so good and filthy enough to your liking. His tongue wicked in its sensual assault, plunging between your clenching delicate muscles.

Namjoon ate you with such driven focus, so greedy that you writhed, electricity coursing through your body. Your core tensed. You hovered right on the precipice of orgasm.

Then, you screamed his name, your body felt as if it was on fire, your skin hot and damp. Your orgasm shatters you. But he wouldn’t relent, his tongue sliding up to lash your clit. One orgasm rolled into the next.

Sobbing, coming hard and long, you pressed your fists to your eyes. “Joon, I want you in me now.” You pleaded hoarsely, your limbs trembling hard as your core spasmed with yet another rush.

You felt the mattress dip as he moved, one hand holding your ankles. You heard the snap of his waistband as he shoved his joggers down. He always went commando when he got into bed with you.

“How do you want it?” he asked darkly. “Slow and sweet or fast and hard?”

Oh God…you were in big trouble.

You stared back at him, pupils blown out with lust, and forced an answer past dry lips. “Fast…and deep.”

He came over you, pushing your legs back against your chest until you were practically bent in half while he slid your panties to your knees. Those pilates classes sure were coming in handy now, you thought.

His cock surged into you, stroking over tissues already swollen and tender.

Folded as you were, your legs bound by your underwear around your knees, it was tighter than usual inside you and he filled you so well. Your sensitive flesh stinging from the stretch.

Groaning your name, Namjoon swiveled his hips, pulling out, pushing in, working his length deeper. “Is this good for you, baby?” he demanded, his voice husky with desire.

“Y-yes…fuck, yes,” You moaned, needing to move, to take more. But he kept you restrained like this–fucking you with devastating expertise…hard, relentless, leisurely thrusts.

Your fingers grasped at the sheets. Your walls rippled frantically around him, grasping at his cock with insatiable greed. Every pull left you empty, every thick, hot slide injected pleasure through your veins like a drug.

“Fuck, YN…feel so good…”

Namjoon loomed over you. His face was hard with lust as his hot gaze burned through you. His arms strained with need, his torso tensed.

“Can you cum for me one more time, hm? I know you’ve got one more in there for me,” he crooned.

You exhaled in a rush, willing your core to relax its eager tightening. He rolled his hips, stroking into you, his breath hissing as you took more of him.

Reaching for the headboard, Namjoon stretched over you, your legs trapped between you two. Fully exposed and tilted back for his pleasure, You were helpless to do more than watch as he straightened his hips and sank deeper into you.

The sound that left you was a harsh cry, the pleasure so intense it hurt. Your body shuddered at the sensation. Distantly, you heard Namjoon curse.

“You good, YN?” he bit out, his teeth grinding.

You tried to catch your breath, your lungs expanding as much as they were able.

“YN.” He growled your name. “Are you okay?” He slowed his thrusting, checking to make sure that he wasn’t hurting you or being too rough.

“Yes–don’t stop,” you bit out. Once he got the okay from you, his hips started circling into you again.

“Fuck,” Namjoon uttered, “So tight and wet? All because I forgot to shave?” He was egging you on and you loved every bit of it.

Then he started fucking you again, his hips driving into you in a relentless tempo, his cock plunging and withdrawing from root to tip in rapid-fire thrusts. He powered into you, nailing you straight into the mattress.

You came so hard your vision went dark, your body seized with pleasure so intense you were trapped in it. You were inundated by the surge of your climax. Your skin tingled from head to toe. Namjoon paused on a stroke, grinding into you, giving your body the hard length of his cock to grasp. Your walls spasmed around him in response, gripping him hungrily.

Your body tensed, fighting to breathe.

The moment you sagged into the mattress, completely spent, Namjoon pulled himself out.

You whimpered, suddenly feeling bereft.

“Hang on.” He shoved his joggers all the way off.

You turn your head slowly at him. He was still hard, his cock slick from your arousal—but you weren’t wet with his.

“W-wait…you didn’t…you didn’t finish yet,” you say in a daze. You were too listless to help when he stripped you of your underwear. Sliding a hand beneath your back, he lifted you and whipped your top over your head.

His lips brushed over your temple. “You wanted fast and hard. But I want to do slow and sweet.”

He hovered over you again, this time settling into your open arms and between your legs. The moment you felt his weight on you, you realized how much you loved slow and sweet, too.

Namjoon’s cock slowly parted your folds. With how wet you were, he was easily able to slide in. But he pushed in gently, taking his time to fill you again. His lips moved against yours, the stroke of his tongue in your mouth turned you on more than the slide of his cock.

He stopped halfway through and pulled back with the same patience, slowly stroking your walls with just the tip, edging you, back and forth with the feeling of emptiness and fullness. It was torturous.

“Deeper, please” you begged. He relented but it was unhurried, so you could savor every ridge of his length, stroke nerves you didn’t even realize you had.

“Faster,” you panted. Slow and sweet was good to an extent but not when he looked like this. You wanted him in his full glory.

“Baby…I said slow.” He whispered harshly in your ear.

You groaned from impatience and arousal it was unbearable. Taking matters into your own hands, you gripped his ass and pulled him in, bucking your hips hard against him.

He lifted his head at your audacity. “What are you doing?”

“I said I want you deeper,” you whined between clenched teeth.

Unable to take it anymore, he let out a low growl and quickened his pace. If he was going to be honest, he loved when you took control–it turned him on to the point of no return.

Consumed by desire, your mouths and bodies undulated in unison, moans and cries of pleasure echoing through your bedroom walls.

“Shit–you feel so good, baby…gonna cum so hard for you…you’d be leaking for days.” His thrusts became more urgent, more ragged as did your moans. Then you felt him jerk and the first wave of heat poured into you. He released a strangled groan the moment you clenched around him. He collapsed onto you as your vision went dark again for a moment.

You laid there for a bit, just the sound of your heavy breaths and heartbeats filling the silence.

“What the fuck,” Namjoon said, lifting his face to look into your gaze.

You smiled, staring back into those dark eyes gleaming with warm affection. “I was thinking the same thing.”

“I thought I was gonna die there for a moment,” he breathed out.

“Are you sure that I didn’t?” You quipped.

He laughed and plants a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose. “No, you’re still here. With me…” He stroked your cheekbone with his finger.

Your heart squeezes at the thought that the same man who just fucked your brains out could also disarm you at the drop of a hat. “How are you so sexy and adorable at the same time?”

His smile widened and he kissed you again. After a beat he wonders, “So, uh…what would happen if I grew a full beard?”

You twisted your lips playfully. “I’d say…we’d probably top that.”

His eyes widened and he laughed. “Oh shit, hide my razors then!”

You’ve reached the end! Thank you so much for reading!

If you loved it, please comment, reblog, or send me feedback! 📩. I love hearing from readers! If you didn’t like it so much, I would still like to hear about it. Help me become a better writer! 💜

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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Hey ! It's my first request ever, so I'm not sure how it work. If you're not confortable with it, feel free to don't respond. I'm kinda obsess with an AMAB Sevika, can you write reader discovering a surprise pregnancy with a sex friend/flirt/crush Sevika ?

I like the way you make her express her feelings, it's pretty accurate with Arcane. Feel free for them to keep the baby or not. Thank you so much and thank you for your work. ^^

sure!!! i got another very similar request too so i'll combine them :)

Amab sevika really be curing my depression

Maybe reader and vika are married and trying for a baby? 🥺🥺 amab sevika is my beloved and I'd die for her

men and minors dni

you guys have been trying to get pregnant for about six months now.

a lot of it's been fun. flipping through baby books together in bed, sending each other videos of cute babies on social media, and the actual baby making process is a blast.

but some of it's hard.

sevika's stopped taking her estrogen to get her sperm count back up. as a result, she's been horribly dysphoric.

you've caught her crying several times, standing in front of the mirror with a pair of tweezers in her hands, her chest irritated from the plucking and picking she'd done. she's become obsessive in shaving her face, doing it two or three times a day. her metabolism's gotten faster without the estrogen, and the 20 or so pounds of extra padding she'd put on her thighs and hips since she started e years ago is starting to fade away.

you try your best to make her feel better, insist that you guys could always try ivf instead, but she's determined to do it 'the old fashioned way.' so, you just hold her when her dysphoria takes hold, pressing kisses to her hair, reminding her you'd love her with a full beard just as much as you love her now.

it's been hard on you too. the more time that goes by without a successful pregnancy, the more you feel like your body's betraying you.

how many times did you and sevika have a pregnancy scare at the beginning of your relationship, before you were ready for kids? hundreds. but now that you're actively trying, your period is as regular as it can possibly be.

you've decided that if you go another month without any success, you're going to throw in the towel and ask your obgyn about ivf. you can't take much more disappointment, and you don't like seeing sevika so depressed all the time.

but then, something happens.

it starts with your tits getting sore.

for a week straight, they're tender to the touch, sore by the end of the night when you take your bra off. you know it's one of the earliest signs of pregnancy, but you don't say anything, not wanting to get your hopes up.

but then you start getting sick in the mornings. you can't hide this from sev, and she's squirming with excitement beside you as she rubs your back while you spew your guts into the toilet below.

"this is amazing." she says, giddy. you groan.

"real amazing sev, i'm feeling great." you say sarcastically. she giggles and presses a kiss to your head.

"i'm sorry, honey." she whispers. you giggle and reach out to hold her hand as another bout of nausea overtakes you.

your period is a day late.

and then two.

you know this. you know sevika knows this. but neither of you say anything, too scared to jinx it.

but when two days becomes three, and then three becomes a full week, you start getting excited.

you don't tell sevika you buy a pregnancy test-- not wanting to disappoint her if it's negative. but you do buy one, and you take it an hour before sevika's meant to get home.

it's positive. you nearly pass out from excitement.

sevika comes home to dinner on the table and flowers in the kitchen.

you sit on her lap the second she sits down, swinging your arms around her shoulders.

she's smiling like she already knows, but she's biting her lip-- worried that she's wrong.

"i got two surprises for you." you say.

"two?!" she asks, her hands clawing into your hips. you smile.

"two." you say, nodding.

you reveal the syringe full of her estrogen to her, raising your eyebrows at her. she blinks.

"what's that?" she asks. you laugh.

"'s only been a few months sev, y' already forgot what your e looks like?" you tease her. she blinks and gulps as you wipe a cool alcohol wipe over her bicep, pinching the skin and bringing the needle up to her arm. you smile at her.

"but what about--"

"don't ruin the second surprise." you scold her as you inject the needle into her muscle, pushing her hormones in and watching as her eyes go wide and sparkly.

she doesn't even notice the sting of the needle-- she's usually such a wimp about it, but tonight, she's got all her attention focused on you.

"does that mean-- are you--"

"pregnant?" you ask as you gently place a bandaid over the tiny puncture wound. sevika's breath catches in her throat and her eyes get watery. you place a kiss on top of the bandage, keeping your eyes locked on hers. sevika's breathing is shaky, tears already streaming down her cheeks. you lean up to kiss them up. "you're gonna be a momma, sev." you whisper against her cheek.

at the words, sevika bolts out of her chair, holding you in her arms and running you to the bedroom. you laugh the whole way.

sevika slams you (gently) down onto the bed before jumping on top of you. one of her hands goes to hold your stomach, the other comes up to cup your cheek.

"are you serious?!" she whispers. you smile and nod, your own tears welling in your eyes.

"took three tests. all positive." you say. sevika whimpers, then swoops down to kiss you.

she fucks you like she's trying to get you pregnant again.

and then, when you're done and she's holding you in your arms, her hand still on your stomach, the both of you catching your breaths, the first thing she says is, "what do you think about athena as a girls name?"

"goddess of war!?" you ask, laughing. "absolutely not. i'm not dealing with another little fighter in the house." you say. sevika giggles.

"but it's badass! nobody'd fuck with her." she says, pouting at you. you laugh. sevika gasps. "she just kicked!" she says, pointing at your belly. you laugh even harder. "she loves it! we have to name her athena now!" she says, teasing.

you groan and push her face away as she chuckles. "you're fuckin' ridiculous." you say between your giggles. sevika grins.

"i love you so much." she whispers, tears forming in her eyes again. your laughter ceases, a sweet watery smile taking its place.

"i love you too." you whisper.

sevika grins and swoops down to kiss your stomach.

"love you too, little fucker." she whispers to your belly.

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #oh also! disclaimer i am cis! (...mostly) so if i got anything about the hormone process wrong lmk!#i did a little bit of reasearch but it was only about 10 mins #so any corrections are welcome and will be made asap!!

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resowrites · 1 year

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Year Of The Rabbit - oneshot.

Summary: There’s teasing, reminiscing and a big surprise in the lead up to Henry and his girlfriend’s anniversary (following on from this oneshot but can be read as a standalone story).

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: NSFW 18+ only, fluff, light smut/sexy talk (f masturbation/slight m dom vibe if you squint), banter/British humour, dialogue heavy, time hopping/vignette style, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2662

A/N: This was meant to go up a while ago but time got away from me again, also please forgive the mistakes - my head’s still a touch sore from last night! Happy New Year folks, hope it’s a good one for you all ~ R x

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Year Of The Rabbit - oneshot.

December 30th

"Er... I'm not sure this is the right turn."

"Henry, for the third time, I know where I'm going." He reached across to the glovebox and popped it open. She took a deep breath and kept her eyes fixed ahead, even when the corners of an unfurled map began to crowd her vision. They'd decided to spend January at the cottage, which meant they had to go home to pick up some more stuff.

"Yep, just as I thought, we're heading the wrong way. Oh no, wait. The map's upside down." She bit her lower lip, refusing to take the bait. "You still should've taken that last exit though, woulda shaved at least thirty minutes off the drive... are you alright? You seem a bit quiet."

"I'm good... just enjoying the scenery." Henry sniffed and reached over to the glove box once again.

"Yes! I knew I'd remembered to pack it," he unwrapped a large block of tin foil and took a bite, "want some?"

"No thanks."

"You sure? It's got extra nuts," Henry started waving the Christmas cake near her face, "here, I'll break off a small piece for me wee wife." A big chunk of cake then fell directly onto her lap. She gritted her teeth. "Now, if you take the next right instead of a left, we'll be back to the last exit in no time." She decided to pull over. "Oh darling, you didn't need to stop to read the map, I'm happy to give directions." She cleared her throat and looked directly into his devilish eyes.

"Darling, try all you like, you are not irritating me today."

"Oh? What makes you think I'm trying to irritate you?" Henry took another bite of cake, sending more crumbs flying everywhere.

"Because you can't help yourself. But that's just fine, cos I'm not rising to it anymore. In fact, it's my New Year's resolution: to remain zen-like in your presence at all times." She then smiled and turned the key in the ignition. He made no reply, choosing instead to take another look at the map. "... Will you please get that bloody thing out of my face?!"

"What?! I'm just trying to help me wee wife get back on the right road--"

"And that's another thing, stop calling me your 'wee wife,' or I won't be marrying you at all!"

"But you are wee as well as my wife-to-be! What else am I meant to call you? Woman? And you can't backsie a marriage proposal, it's not like a new years resolution!"

"… Kill me."

"Oh come on, it's not that hopeless, woman. We'll find home again, I promise."

"Henry, I mean it, you put that map away right now and shut up or I'll take off my seatbelt and crash straight into the next fucking tree." Henry blinked.

"That's alright, I can always catch a lift."

"Christ, why me Lord?"

"I was thinking the same. We could have been back by now, having a shag in front of a roaring fire."

"Pfft, you'll be lucky."

"I know. When are you gunna put out? It's been days..."

"Perhaps when I'm not made to drive miles just to pick up a fucking Sonic game! And it's not even been 48 hours!"

"Yeah, 48 woman hours, in man hours that's closer to two weeks. And excuse me, it's Sonic Frontiers. How many times do I have to apologise for forgetting it?! You were the one who insisted on driving back, I was happy to go by myself!"

"Oh please, with the way you speed down these country roads?"

"Well I thought you'd take any opportunity to get rid of me?"

"I would but not at the expense of the bloody car!"

"Ollie?"

"What?!"

"… Just take a breath," she ground her teeth and ignored his smirk, "WAIT, LOOK OUT!" She quickly swerved, sending Henry into fits of giggles.

"You stupid, stupid twat! What did you do that for?! I could have crashed the fucking car!"

"Don't be silly, even you're not that bad a driver… "

"Oh my God I could kill you..."

"Oh, grow up."

"I need to grow up?!"

"Yes, or you shan't be receiving your anniversary present."

"What d'ya mean? What anniversary?"

"What d'ya mean 'what d'ya mean,' our anniversary! We met New Year's Eve, remember?"

"Oh... I thought we were just going to Mark and Claire's party?"

"Nope, I've got something else planned."

"Oh Henry, no more. You've spoiled me enough, just a quiet evening will do."

"Trust me, you're gunna love it. And relax, it'll just be the two of us."

"Well now I'm sure to enjoy it..."

"Don't worry, there'll still be plenty of drink."

"That's a relief, I always find it a rather solemn occasion..." He ignored her.

"Aww, how could you forget the night your life changed forever? I can remember it like it was yesterday-- what you looking for?"

"The sick bags." Henry smiled.

"You know, you were the only woman I approached who didn't laugh at my jokes?"

"I laughed at you."

"Mmm... what was it I said again?"

"Er... something along the lines of 'nice dress, lucky you're not any taller." He cackled.

"Well it was bloody short! You still got it?"

"Pretty sure I burned it..."

"And what was it you said to me?"

"Um... 'that's a nice shirt, now hand me that Champagne and fuck off." Henry sighed.

"Yep, I knew right then you were my woman," she rolled her eyes, "you know I've still got that shirt?"

"Why? It was too small even back then..." He carried on ignoring her.

"You know, if we'd married back then we'd have been celebrating our seven-year wedding anniversary tomorrow? What do you get for seven years?"

"... An itch? And what kind of woman would I be if I married you straight away?!"

"A most fortunate one, my love. Do you what some women would give to marry me?"

"That's only cos they don't actually know you!" Henry smirked.

"... When did you realise you loved me?"

"Who said anything about love?!" He tutted.

"... I knew you only wanted me for my body." Henry then shoved the last bit of cake straight into his mouth.

"Oh my God look at the mess you've made! And I can’t believe you bought along a whole Christmas cake-- wait yes I can, it's exactly what you'd bloody do!"

"Then why are you marrying me?!" She sighed.

"I don't know... I must have hit my head and can't remember."

"Well that explains why you didn't even remember our anniversary!"

"Oh my God, are you gunna be like this after we're married? Wait, we won't have to celebrate both anniversaries will we?" He nodded. "But can't we just roll them into one? I'll celebrate today in fact, call it my "prick-iversary.'"

"Oh stop it. You love this prick. And the man attached to it."

"Sure."

"Yes you do! I bet You’ll be a bigger wreck than me on the day…"

"What d'ya mean? Oh you better not start crying, or I’ll turn around and run!" Henry laughed.

"Well how could I not cry? We don't have enough sex now! What's it gunna be like once we're married?!"

***

She was laying beneath the bed cover with both arms under her pillow. She rocked gently back and forth, brushing her nipples against it and her bottom half against the other pillow between her legs. She didn’t even hear Henry enter the bedroom. "Right I've set up the other controller so— whoa, now! What's going on here?!"

"What does it... look like?"

"I dunno, lemme see…" He leaned over and tried to pull the cover down, causing her to grip the edge and roll onto her side.

"No, I don't think so…" She then closed her eyes, resumed grinding, and began massaging one of her breasts.

"So what am I meant to do?! Just stand here and watch?!"

"No but you can go... listen in the next room... if you like." Henry crossed his arms, his eyes still fixated on her chest.

"... Why are you doing this to me?!"

"What?! I'm just celebrating our… anniversary."

"By having sex with yourself?!"

"When... do I not?" He tutted.

"How long've you been at it?"

"I've been edging for... nearly an hour."

"Without even using your fingers?! Oh darling, you must be in agony. Here, let me--"

"Henry! Will you please fuck off?!"

"Why?! I only want a little feel! Christ, I bet you're soaked…" Again Henry tried to pull back the cover.

"No don't... I'll cum too fast…" Her breath was short and she struggled to get any more words out. Eventually, she gasped and had to stop. Even beneath the covers, he could see her legs trembling. Henry snapped back up and unzipped his fly.

"Alright, on your back for me, there's a good girl."

"Nope."

"Ollie, that's enough. Get on your back. Now."

***

"Now, why is it you'll only cuddle me after I've fucked your brains out?"

"… I think you just answered your own question there." She tried to wriggle free of Henry's arms.

"Oh no you don't. Come on, put your head back where it was, you were almost asleep."

"Nope, I'm going for a shower."

"Not yet you're not," he yanked her back and clamped her hip with his thigh so she couldn't move. Right on cue, she yawned as her face nestled into his chest. "I knew you loved listening to my heartbeat…"

"I'm not doing that!"

"Mm-hm, sure." Henry kissed the top of her head. "You know, this reminds me of when we were in lockdown."

"... How I didn't put your head through a window those first couple of weeks, I'll never know." He chuckled.

"Oh behave yourself, you love having me around. Now get some sleep, I'll wake you when it's dinner…” Suddenly her eyes popped open and she pushed at Henry's chest, forcing him to release her. "What did I do wrong now?!" But she quickly shushed him.

"Is that a knock at the door?"

"What? At this time? Who would it be--" she shushed Henry again.

"Can't you hear it? There's definitely someone there…" She rushed to put on a dressing gown and some slippers.

"Where are you going? Stay here, I'll go see who it is." He quickly threw on a tracksuit and jogged downstairs. Five minutes or so later, she could hear Henry clattering about the kitchen.

"Is everything okay, darling?"

"Yes! Dinner just came early, that's all. Go have your shower then come down…" He hoped that would buy him enough time.

***

She trudged down the stairs about twenty minutes later, hair still wet and yawning like it was already gone midnight. "Darling? What are you doing?" Henry immediately jumped up and her eyes fell to the blanketed lump on the floor behind him. "What's that?" He stepped aside with a huge grin.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" Warily she took a few steps forward, glancing toward the counter before she crouched to the floor.

"Wait, where's the food--" she'd never been in more shock than when she lifted off the blanket.

"… Well? What do you think?" A lump had already formed in her throat. There, fast asleep, was a fluffy and very chunky Akita puppy. She quickly covered her face with her hands. "Ollie?" Henry dashed forwards and flung his arms around her. "Shhh it's alright... no! Don't cry, darling!" He soon found himself wiping away a tear or two of his own. Through no fault of her own, Ollie wasn't very demonstrative. But that moment was easily the happiest Henry had ever seen her.

“You got me… a… puppy? Really?" She could hardly talk for crying. He nodded as he wiped her face.

"Do you like her?"

"It's a girl?!" She sobbed harder, causing Henry to chuckle and kiss the top of her head.

"Of course! I didn't want you to feel outnumbered anymore. Here, do you wanna hold her?"

"No! Let her sleep…" She sunk to the floor anyway and began carefully stroking her fur. He took a seat beside her and continued drying her face. "I can't believe it, she's perfect... thank you so much. Even though you've got me crying like an idiot." Henry snorted.

“Well, I had to find the perfect girl for my other perfect girl! And I'm sorry, she was meant to be dropped off tomorrow but her breeders wanted to avoid the New Year's Eve traffic," he could see her face fall "what's wrong darling? Look, I know I've sprung this on you, and Kal and I are hard work enough, so if you're not ready it's fine I can--"

"No, it's not that! It's just… well what about Kal?" Their beloved boy was still fast asleep on the rug in the living room. "He's an older gentleman now, he won't appreciate being terrorised by a puppy--"

"Relax! they've already been introduced. Multiple times, in fact. It's what I was doing these last couple of months whenever I got a spare Sunday. She's super chill so he's fine with her. We were lucky, she was also the only girl in the litter--"

"Wait a minute, you kept her from me for months?!"

"Well we had to be sure she had the right temperament! Akita's usually prefer being the only dog so--" she clamped a hand over Henry's mouth.

"It was a joke! She's absolutely beautiful, how old is she? Is she going to stay this colour?" The excitement in her voice made his heart sing.

"Should do, and she's just over four months. A friend of mine's already offered to train her to be a therapy dog when she's a bit older, he says she's perfect for it. And that way she can give you all the cuddles I can't when I'm away. Don't worry though, I'll continue toilet and crate training her in the meantime--"

"No-- I want you to show me, I've never had a puppy before!"

"Are you sure? It'll be quicker just to teach her," she swatted Henry's arm "so, what are you gunna call her?" She thought for a moment.

"Copper!"

"Copper?!"

"Yeah, I mean... she looks that colour and I think it's also the seventh wedding anniversary gift?"

"Then Copper it is! Happy early anniversary, darling..." He planted a kiss on her lips and she felt the annoying, all too familiar sense of dread. "Darling? What is it?"

"It's nothing, I just... why are you doing all of this for me? First the cottage, and now this... it's not like I've done anything to deserve it--"

"Ollie, stop right there. I..." Henry paused for a moment, struggling to find the right words. "I know your life's not been the easiest, and being with me hasn't made it much easier--"

"Henry--"

"No, let me finish. I hope with time and the help of your sessions, you'll find it easier to trust people. But either way, I'll never stop trying to prove myself to you. Ever. You deserve the world, darling." She wiped away more tears.

"Stop it. I left the sick bags in the car..." He grinned. "I feel terrible though, I didn't get you anything for our anniversary!"

"Darling, you've had a lot on your mind. Though there is one thing you could do..."

"Jesus, we were only at it an hour ago... or is that more like three days ago?" Henry smirked.

"I didn't mean that! Although, as soon as you've recovered just let me know..." She rolled her eyes. "I was actually going to ask you to play Sonic Frontiers with me." Her loving smile disappeared so quickly from her face that he burst out laughing.

"Fine. Copper's worth it. But no bloody cheating! Oh and--" she whispered something in Henry's ear.

"... Really?! That's what made you fall in love with me?!" They both roared with laughter and shared another kiss.

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Surprise!

PAIRING | Sebastian Stan x Roommate!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.9K

SUMMARY | Both you and Sebastian celebrate your birthday in August, but you never told him because you didn't usually care for your own birthday, instead going all out for his. When Sebastian finally finds out when your birthday is, he wants to surprise you in the most adorable way ever, by getting you something you've been dreaming of for a long time.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Use of pet names [ Sunshine, birthday boy ], Reader wears glasses (no other descriptions are mentioned), RIP delicious tiramisu, actual tooth rotting sweet fluff.

REQUEST | @formyexperiments - Sebastian Stan x room mate reader, where their birthdays are just days apart, (Sebastian has his first), and Sebastian does not know this and knew on the day and wanted to surprise her with something as she cooked up something for him on his and even gave him a gift

A/N | I wish you the happiest of birthdays today @formyexperiments! I absolutely love, love, LOVE this request, so thank you so much for sending it in! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Today is the day, your roommate Sebastian is celebrating his birthday and you’re getting ready to make the day special for him. You got up at 5:30 AM to get the cake ready you’ve planned, and this year you decided on a peanut butter and chocolate fudge cake, one of his favorites.

When the cake was in the oven you started decorating your shared apartment, because you only turn 25 once, of course! You got a banner, lots and lots of fun colored garlands and you put a few small presents for him on a table. You have a big one that’s a surprise that you want to save for tonight, when it’s just the two of you after dinner, and everyone’s gone home.

There are a few of his friends coming over, and they’re taking their girlfriends too, so it’s going to be a busy night. You’re already preparing for dinner, but this afternoon you and Sebastian are going out for lunch, with just the two of you to one of your favorite places.

The cake is done and by now and cooling on its rack on the counter, ready to be decorated later.

You’re about to head to your bedroom to take a shower and get dressed for the day when you hear Sebastian’s bedroom door open.

“Mornin’ Sunshine,” he says with a big smile as he spots you. The two of you have been inseparable for years, so it was only natural that the two of you were living together when you were both in College.

“Good morning birthday boy!” you say with a smile, giving him a big kiss on his cheek which makes him blush a little.

“I wish every day was my birthday when I get greeted like that,” he says and you laugh.

“Well, it has to be special, doesn’t it? Otherwise, it won’t be fun anymore,” you tease and he chuckles.

“You’re right,” he says as he pulls you in for a hug.

“How about we get dressed and ready for lunch?” You say and he nods.

“Can’t wait, Sunshine,” he says as he turns around and back to his bedroom, going for a shower and you’re doing the same.

You decide to take your time today, scrubbing and shaving everything while putting in a hair mask, so your hair will be perfect later.

When you’re done you turn your music down and walk into your bedroom which is attached to the bathroom, and walk towards your closet to try and find an outfit for today.

You can’t seem to decide and it bothers you, so you’re going to see if Sebastian’s done yet. Maybe he can help.

You wrap your towel tightly around you and walk to his bedroom door, trying to listen if you hear his shower running, but you don’t. Just to be safe you knock on the door of his bedroom and you hear a faint “Just a minute!” coming from inside, and then the opens the door.

His chest and hair are still wet from the shower, leaving a little puddle on the floor where he’s standing as he opens the door with a towel around his waist.

“Uh, I- I’m sorry Seb, I thought you were done,” you say and quickly turn around, walking back to your room embarrassed.

“I am, just need a few minutes to dry off is all!” he says as you close your door, leaning your back against it so the embarrassment could go away.

When you've been standing there for a few minutes you hear a soft knock on the door, Sebastian standing on the other side with a worried look on his face.

''Sunshine, can I come in?'' he asks and you get away from the door so you can open it after you tighten your towel a little bit.

''Yeah, come in!'' you say and he opens the door slightly, staying in the doorway.

''Did I do something wrong? I'm worried I did something to upset you,'' he says and you shake your head slightly.

''No, I'm sorry for bothering you when you were in the shower, I thought you were done,'' you sigh.

''Sunshine, you could never bother me, even if you tried,'' he sighs as he walks in, he had slipped into some underwear and his flannel pajama pants.

He walked over to you and pulled you in for a hug, and you held onto your towel for dear life, afraid it would fall off and you would be naked in front of him.

''Could you help me pick out an outfit? I can't seem to find anything for the life of me,'' you ask him as he lets go and he immediately goes to your closet and pulls both doors open.

''Alright, let me see...'' he says, already focussed on your clothes and finding something. Not long after he emerges with the perfect outfit for today.

He shows it to you and you gasp, ''Yes, I love it! Thank you, Seb! Now, if you let me I'm going to change and show you the result,'' you say and he just smirks.

''Of course, I have to go get changed myself anyways,'' he says and he walks out the door after giving you a wink. Little did you know he had a plan with his outfit, and yours would match nicely.

You grab some lingerie out of your closet and put it on before putting on the clothes he picked out, he always knew how to make the perfect combinations, and now was not an exception to this.

You go put on your make-up and end it with a dark red lip, to match the flannel around your waist. Next up is your hair, and you decide to braid it into braids, but leave the bottom part into ponytails that you curl a little bit.

When you're satisfied you put on your glasses and snap a photo in your life-size mirror, you feel so good that you're going to post a picture on Instagram.

When you're done you open your bedroom door and see Sebastian's already done, his bedroom door is open and he is just doing his hair now.

''Knock knock!'' you say as you walk into his room, and he immediately turns around to look at your outfit.

''Damn, I knew you would look gorgeous in that!'' he says as he takes you in. ''Looking perfect as always,'' he concludes when he finishes his hair in his signature hairstyle.

When he's done he turns around and you see his outfit, and immediately you know why he chose the outfit he did for you today.

''I think I need someone to do CPR because I just died looking at you in that outfit!'' you joke and Sebastian just blushes like crazy.

''You like it?'' he asks, and you nod.

''I love it, and I love the fact that we're kind of matching even more,'' you say with a huge smile, relief showing on Sebastian's face.

''Now, I need your help in the kitchen for a bit. I'm going to prepare for dinner because the sauce for the pasta has to be cooked for a while,'' you say as your walk towards the kitchen.

''Can you come here, please?'' Sebastian says as the two of you are standing in the living room.

You walk over to him and he envelops you in yet another hug, placing a soft kiss on your head this time as a thank you.

''I couldn't have imagined a better start to my birthday,'' he says. ''Thank you for all of this, Sunshine,'' he says and you hug him back, happy to know he's feeling good about how you decorated the apartment.

The two of you walk into the kitchen to prepare the sauce for the pasta tonight and not long after it's slowly simmering away in your slow cooker, and it is time to head out for lunch.

''Are we taking your car or my motorcycle?'' you ask Sebastian, and he thinks about it.

''How about we take your motorcycle today? I haven't been for a ride in ages!'' he says, and you agree.

Less than 15 minutes later you roll it out of the garage of the apartment complex and get on, handing Sebastian his helmet before putting on your own.

When he has his on he swings his leg over the back of your bike and holds onto your waist, and you felt butterflies at the feeling of his hands splayed across your waist. You missed this feeling so much and are happy you offered to go this way.

You drive off and within no time, you're at your favorite lunch place. They have very yummy bagels and the two of you go there often, and have tried almost the entire menu at this point.

''After you, m'lady,'' he says as he holds the door open and you smile at him. ''Thank you, kind sir,'' you say and walk in, looking for a booth.

When you find one, both you and Sebastian sit down across from each other and pick up a menu.

''Hmm, everything looks so good!'' you say, but you already have your mind set on your favorite bagel today. You don't get it often, but today you feel like splurging a little.

''And before I forget, I'm taking you out to lunch today, so I'm paying. You shouldn't have to pay on your birthday!'' you tell Sebastian, but his eyes don't seem convinced.

''Are you sure? I don't mind-'' he says and you quickly cut him off.

''No, Seb. I'm paying,'' and he sighs, agreeing eventually.

Sebastian orders a hot chicken bagel, and you go for your favorite salmon bagel, and you each get an iced coffee as a drink.

''Thank you for doing this for me, it means a lot,'' Sebastian says and he takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of your hands.

''Don't worry about it, Seb, I love you so it's the least I can do to make your birthday perfect,'' you say with a small smile.

''Speaking of which, are you ever going to tell me when your birthday is?'' he asks and he looks at you expectantly.

''Seb, don't. You know I don't care about my birthday, and I don't want to be remembered for the fact that I'm getting old each year,'' you sigh at the end of your sentence, but Sebastian doesn't want to hear it.

''Oh come on, you're just as old as I am!'' he says and you shake your head.

''No, I'm not, you're older than me. And that's all I will say. Can we please drop it and just enjoy your birthday?'' you say and he does, but only because your bagels and drinks have arrived.

The rest of the lunch is spent talking about school, the friends that are coming over, and the dinner the two of you are preparing. Lunch is over way too soon, but you have to go back and so you're getting ready to drive back on your motorcycle.

When Sebastian's comfortable and his hands are on your waist again you drive off, back to your apartment.

Sebastian still has to do some homework so he does it while you finish getting ready for dinner, you're already caught up so you can take it easy.

By the time 3:30 PM rolls around you've done everything and can sit down for a little bit, since his friends won't be here for another hour or so.

You grab your book and manage to finally finish it, so when you're done you check on Sebastian to see how he's doing. He has his headphones on so he can concentrate, but you don't want to startle him so you live him be, knowing he's busy.

''Sunshine? Can I help you with something?'' he says, he took his headphones off and shut his laptop, done with his homework now.

''Oh, I just finished my book, so I was wondering how you're doing!'' you smile at him, and the two of you go down to the living room to watch an episode of the series you're watching together until his friends arrive.

When they arrive with their girlfriends you're getting the big table set up, ready to finish dinner while Sebastian gets everyone drinks and they all settle in the living room.

You have the kitchen to yourself for a little while. You're in your happy place right now and you don't mind spending your time alone in there.

Every once in a while, Sebastian checks up on you to see how you're doing. ''I'm doing good, Seb. I'm cooking, I have wine, there's nothing else I could ask for!'' you smile and he laughs, kissing you on your cheek before returning to the living room.

You made pasta with a deliciously thick and creamy sauce, spicy shrimp, and of course tiramisu for dessert.

''Is everyone ready for dinner?'' you ask as you walk into the living room and immediately everyone gets up with hungry faces.

Sebastian takes his usual place and leaves the chair next to him empty for you to sit down. You place the huge pot of pasta on the table and everyone immediately dives in, giving compliments about how good it tastes.

''Can we have the recipe for this? This is delicious!'' one of the girls asks and you nod, telling them you will find it and send it over later. When the pasta is gone it is time for dessert, so you get up to fetch it out of the fridge.

When you get it from the fridge you accidentally knock into the countertop and drop the big dish with the tiramisu, which shatters on the floor and tiramisu goes flying everywhere.

''OH FUDGE!'' you scream out, and Sebastian and his friends immediately run into the kitchen.

''Y/N! Are you okay?'' Sebastian asks as he looks into the mess in the kitchen. You just stand there, looking at your shattered glass dish with tears in your eyes.

You've worked hard on the dessert to get it perfect, and now it's smeared all over your kitchen, and over yourself, too.

''Well, yeah but the tiramisu isn't...'' you say and Sebastian walks over to you, careful where he's stepping as he comes over to you to hold you in his arms.

''It's okay Sunshine, it happens to the best of us,'' he says and you wipe your tears away, very grateful for the waterproof mascara you're wearing.

''I know, but now I ruined your birthday dinner...'' you sniffle, and Sebastian just lets out a chuckle.

''Sunshine, you'd have to do a whole lot worse to ruin my birthday dinner. I can live without a tiramisu, but I can't live without you so as long as you're here and you're okay, I will always have a perfect birthday,'' he says as he takes your face in his hands, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as you close your eyes.

''I love you, Seb,'' you say.

''I love you too, Sunshine,'' he says and you wrap your arms around him for a last hug before going to clean up the kitchen.

''Okay, I'm going to clean this up, and I guess we will have cake for dessert instead of tiramisu,'' you joke and Sebastian agrees.

''Sounds like a good plan, but don't drop the cake please!'' he teases and you shoo him out of the kitchen.

While you're cleaning up you hear laughter coming from the dining room, and it makes you feel a lot better about what happened. When everything is clean you're just going to put something else on, since you're covered in tiramisu as well.

You changed into ripped jeans and one of Sebastian's t-shirts, which immediately brings a smile to his face. He told you that he loves it when you wear his clothes, so you take full advantage of that.

The rest of the evening is spent laughing, telling stories, and bringing up memories, but since tomorrow is a school day, they go home at a reasonable time.

Sebastian already opened all his presents, but you saved the best for last. The two of you were sitting on the couch, and you were tucked under his arm with your head on his chest when you suddenly thought of the present.

''I completely forgot, but I got you one more present. I wanted to give it to you when we were alone, because it's so special to me,'' you say, blushing a little before running into your bedroom and fetching the present.

You wrapped it in wrapping paper that has metallic hearts on it, and you hand it to Sebastian who only opens it once you sit down.

When he opens it up, he finds a black leather photo album, with a photo of the two of you as kids on the front, saying ''Y/N & Sebastian Forever''.

When he opens it up there are lots of photos of the both of you throughout the years, all the way from when you first met, up to a few weeks ago, when the two of you went to a party together. You also wrote down memories with each photo and when Sebastian flips through he has tears in his eyes.

He is so incredibly grateful for this, and he can't wait to add more to this, since it's not full yet. ''Sunshine, I-'' is all he could get out before you wrapped your arms around him with a hug. He doesn't need to say anything, because you know how thankful he is, and how much he loves you.

''I love you, Sebastian, and I can't wait to make so many more memories with you,'' you tell him and you place a kiss on his cheek, close to the corner of his mouth.

You and Sebastian spent the rest of the night looking through it and bringing up old memories, and it was such a fun but exhausting night that the two of you fell asleep on the couch together.

Somewhere around 3 AM Sebastian woke up and brought you to bed, careful not to wake you up and he set an alarm for you, so you would wake up on time.

He then went to his room, doing the same before falling back asleep with a huge smile on his face. He hasn't had this much fun on his birthday in a long time.

You wake up and immediately dread the day that has arrived, your birthday. You're glad Sebastian doesn't know it's today, because you don't want anything special, and you treat it just like every other day.

You went to school, came home, and did your homework like every other day. Except, there was a little note on your desk from Sebastian.

''Meet me in my bedroom when you're home,'' is all it says, and your interest is immediately piqued.

Sebastian heard you come in through the door and got ready for your surprise because he got you something - even though it was very last minute, he managed to find the perfect gift for you.

You knock on his door, and he says ''Come in!'', so you do by pushing the door open slightly. You see that Sebastian is holding a balloon that says ''Happy birthday!'' on it, and you immediately know where this is going.

''So, you found out, huh?'' you ask, your voice filled with dread.

''Well, yeah. It's pretty obvious when a birthday card arrives without a name on it,'' he says, showing you the envelope that's ripped open.

He didn't know it was for you so he opened it, and found out it was a birthday card from your grandma.

''So now it's my turn to spoil you rotten this evening,'' he says, with a mischievous look on his face, and you let out a groan.

''Fine,'' you say as you walk into his bedroom.

''Happy birthday, Sunshine,'' he says, giving you a big hug, letting you melt into his embrace. It honestly feels like you belong there, and you don't want to leave his arms, but you do it anyway because he tells you he got you something special.

''My present consists of 3 parts, 2 of which I can give you now, but the last part will arrive in a few weeks,'' Sebastian says in a very cryptic way.

''Okay...?'' you say, very curious now. First, he hands you a rectangular box that is wrapped in Tiffany blue with a white bow.

''You're kidding, right? Please tell me you didn't get me anything from Tiffany & Co!'' you say as you hold it in your hand, unsure whether to open it.

''I did, because you deserve nothing but the best, Sunshine,'' he says, and he motions for you to open it. You give in and unwrap the box, opening it to find a silver necklace with a peridot hanger on it, your birthstone.

''Oh my god, Sebastian, this is amazing,'' you say as you get it out, and look at it from all angles.

''Shall I put it on for you?'' he offers and you nod, getting your hair out of the way so he can clasp it at the back of your neck. It falls perfectly on your chest, almost in the valley of your breasts.

''Thank you so much, this is the most perfect thing you could have gotten me,'' you tell him, but you forgot that this isn't all.

''I won't say that just yet, because you haven't even seen the rest of your presents yet.''

He grabs another small box, this time in simple wrapping paper, and you open it up, when you flip it open it reveals a little blue collar, a silver hanger on it saying 'Phoenix'. You're confused, and look at it from all angles, but it doesn't click just yet.

When you look at Sebastian you see he's holding his phone up, showing a photo where he's cuddling with a puppy. ''Meet Phoenix, we're picking him up in a few weeks,'' Sebastian says and you can't believe it.

''Are you saying you got me a puppy for my birthday?!'' you say and Sebastian nods.

''Like I said, only the best for my Sunshine,'' and with that, you're hugging him again, not letting go this time.

''Thank you so much, Sebastian. Not just for the presents, but for being the best friend I could ever wish for,'' you say as you place your hands on his cheeks, rubbing them softly with your thumbs.

''I wouldn't be where I am today without you by my side, and I love you so much,'' you say before standing on your tiptoes and placing a kiss on his forehead.

''I love you too, Sunshine, more than you'll ever know,'' he says and returns the kiss by placing one on your forehead too.

Sebastian is taking you out for dinner as a surprise, and this has officially turned out to be your best birthday ever. You raise your glass and so does Sebastian.

''Here's to many more birthdays together!'' you say as the both of you cheer, and he nods.

''Yes, here's to many more amazing birthdays!''

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan request #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan fluff #seb stan #seb stan fanfic #seb stan fanfiction #seb stan request #seb stan x female reader #seb stan x reader #seb stan x y/n #seb stan fluff

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mortal-kombat-shitposts · 5 months

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IRain x ftm medic reader “exorcise in getting along.”

@boomclowntown part one of three (part one of two of my rain posts please forgive me.)

Warning: light reiko x reader, angst, cannon type violence, rain wants a nap, Reiko can't stop poking the mage. Shao wants the reader gone for disrupting the peace. Slow burn. I don't know how to write 😵‍💫 ignore my love for shaos voice.

When they talk about leylines and how they can affect everything around them, I didn't believe them now I do, as I lay ass up head down in a strange unknown world with creatures straight out of a fantasy book. “Looks like willbert wasn't lying I'll be damned." I straighten up and try to get my bearings.

I walk around a little bit falling upon someone who is training, his body like fluid grace, standing 7 '6 maybe, deeper skin tone and build, the purples and yellows highlight the stark contrast from his hands to a… . Staff I think. I can't see his face from here but maybe he can help me out. So I approach him gently letting my training kick in. “Hello, sir can you help me? I seem to be lost.” I speak softly.

He jumps a little like he wasn't expecting someone this far out in the nothingness. “Who are you and how did you get here? " He asks back turning to look at me. His eyes like liquid honey encased in amber. With a matching mask to everything else. There was a hostility to his voice. “I'm darling, I'm an army medic. I got lost looking for my troop.” I say carefully. He just squints his eyes at me. “Mmm medic. You are in outworld, in the living forest." He explained still suspicious of me." And you are?” I prompt him, he huffs.

" I am Rain.” Okay so he seems nice. " Can you lead me out of here, I've never been in a forest never mind a living forest.” I joke to ease the tension with Rain.

He seems unimpressed and like he would rather be anywhere else. “I suppose I could help you out earthrealmer." He tries to keep his voice neutral. He leads me out of the beautiful forest. To a army(?) Encampment, not so fond memories here or there, I hear someone barking orders, he looks so different from what I'm used to. Tall with horns, scale texture instead of hair with ridges, claws for hand and more of that scales texture the student in me is going crazy I want to ask him questions only to be picked up by someone by the back of my shirt, “don't look at the general, he's a very busy man with no want to deal with people like you." I hear someone rasp out, voice sounding like he eats gravel and asphalt for breakfast. “They are looking for away home, their from earth realm." Rain explains.

He looks at the man holding me up, I really hope this goes well. Last thing I want is to be stuck in a foreign land with only my sling bag and the clothes on my back. “Then they can talk to Sindel then, and we're busy training new recruits.” It was that same raspy voice again, I try to look at him? “Can you please set me down." I hear him growl and drop me on my ass. "Rude. I said set me down not drop me." He snorts and walks away, he's round 7’6, wide shoulders, well built, he has his sides shaved and the top pulled into a half bun. “Who was that?" I ask Rain. “That was Reiko the general's second in command." He offers his hand to me and I take it as he pulls me up. The general is nowhere to be seen now. Great my only hope of getting home gone like my father before I was born.

It takes three more before I see them again, apon a second look at the general I see that he has serpent eyes, sharp teeth and a growl to his voice that normal men certainly don't have. I learned since then that Reiko has light blue eyes that seems almost white in the sunlight. Rain assures me that shao will talk to me cause I hold information that he wants. Let's hope hes right. Rain decided to help distract reiko while I talk to the general it's working but I can't seem to pin him down. Once I do he seems irritated. "I swear each year you lot get weaker, i could have beat you as a sickly boy." He growls out to them. " Hell sir I was told you could help me." Those eerie eyes turn on to me, " who told you that and help you do what exactly?" He growls out.

To be continued

#havik wants chaos #husband liquid #blood god #general hammer time #ftm reader #havik writes fanfic #mk x reader #mortal kombat x reader #please dont look at me

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skell3 · 7 months

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RP Muse: Gerard Keay

Gerry I think was the first muse I actually picked up for TMA. Kinda hard to resist, and I'm pretty sure I tracked down all the episodes with him in it to try and develop something that felt firm enough to write out, when I first got started. He's a bit different from the 'canon' timeline, but I've found I really enjoy the direction I put him in so I can play either 'canon' Gerry or my divergent line.

Gerard Keay is a tall man who looks a bit younger than he is. He generally keeps clean-shaven, though there are days where he decides he doesn't care and foregoes the morning shave. He wears a fair amount of eyeliner and black lipstick, has snakebite piercings and a septum ring, as well as a number of piercings along his ears. Born a strawberry blond, he does his best to dye it all black and most often ends up with his roots showing and a couple of blotches of hair not quite dyed well enough. He'll usually get to it when it starts to fade more, because it looks absolutely awful.

Gerry's body is covered in burn scars, not only taking away some sensations of hot/cold/touch, but also making him generally keep his skin covered up. The only parts of him that aren't burnt are his head, from mid-neck up, and small areas around his tattoos. His ink are all eyes at every joint along his body, from fingers to spine to jaw, and vary in size to suit them. The ones at his jaw are usually fairly covered by his hair, but his hands and a singular eye above his hyoid at his throat are the ones most seen by others.

With his makeup, Gerry wears a lot of metal and grunge band shirts, as well as a lot of black clothing in general. He also tends to keep a black trench coat on, covering up his arms and giving him some measure of protection from the weather when he's out skulking about and avoiding going home as best he can. It has enough pockets to tuck away a lighter and a pack of smokes, maybe a book, as well as his phone and keys so it's convenient to have with him whether he has pants pockets for the day or not.

That being said, Gerard has found a couple of his dad's old shirts and things his Mother doesn't seem to care much for, and has taken them into his collection. This includes some bright button-up shirts, of which may be some of the only colourful clothing items he owns and willingly will wear sparingly. If anything, it seems to startle people to spot him out and about, resting bitch face active, with a bright green shirt that has flamingos printed all over it.

Home life is where there's more divergence. This iteration of Gerard did not have as much help from Gertrude in the beginning, and instead of bringing her the book to handle the pages of Mary Keay, he burnt down Pinhole Books after packing his bags. After learning so much from his mother in the past, he managed to set it up as an electrical fire and was not only able to get the insurance off of the building, but he sold the lot and bought himself a flat to live in by himself. It's still pretty empty, but he painted a lot of walls black and put up music posters, and his neighbors get too intimidated to tell him to turn his music down when he's home and trying to relax.

Having been burning books in the past, to avoid Mary getting her hands on them, Gerry is very attuned to fire. He is also very attuned to anger, hurt, loss... so the burning of Pinhole Books has bumped him in a fairly solid direction of Desolation. A direction of which Gertrude has stepped in to try and get him off of, but it's even more difficult now that Gerry has to figure out what he is going to do with himself now that Mary is gone. While he helps Gertrude out and hunts down more Leitners to burn, he also finds himself contemplating on the things he could have had verses what Mary gave him. A lot of it just makes him angry, and over time the urge to burn precious things belonging to other people, things he could never have growing up, has risen to some uncomfortable levels.

So Gerry's not full Desolation, yet, but he is definitely on that path. The Eye is still watching him, as well, because he still strives for information and knowledge, just the way Mary raised him to. He just never wanted to be her little Prince to some Book Kingdom, and works to do what he can for himself when he knows what to do. Being raised by Mary without Eric being around has left him lacking in some 'normal' social skills and otherwise, but he can take care of himself. For the most part.

All of this is, of course, before Gerry goes to America with Gertrude and could be considered very early in his 'free from Mary' arc of his life. If he goes Desolation... it would get rid of the migraines and bloody noses that show up more often than is normal. If not, he probably should really, Really see a doctor sooner rather than later. I know canonically it kind-of hit him out of the blue, but I also imagine there were probably warnings that he and Gertrude ignored until it was too late.

#musings #tma #tma fanwork #tma fan content #Gerard Keay #TMA Multiverse #writings #creative writing

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[Images are the covers for Gloria Buenrostro is Not My Girlfriend, Permanent Record, and When You Wish Upon a Lantern]

On the Job

This week I visited a bookstore and there were young people skipping through the store making lively instagram posts while they were working. It struck me that they would be awesome characters in a young adult novel and I would totally read that. Here are a dozen titles that feature young people hard at work. Of course the list begins with a story that takes place in a bookstore.

This is All Your Fault by Aminah Mae Safi Feiwel & Friends

Rinn Olivera is finally going to tell her longtime crush AJ that she’s in love with him.

Daniella Korres writes poetry for her own account, but nobody knows it’s her.

Imogen Azar is just trying to make it through the day.

When Rinn, Daniella, and Imogen clock into work at Wild Nights Bookstore on the first day of summer, they’re expecting the hours to drift by the way they always do. Instead, they have to deal with the news that the bookstore is closing. Before the day is out, there’ll be shaved heads, a diva author, and a very large shipment of Air Jordans to contend with.

And it will take all three of them working together if they have any chance to save Wild Nights Bookstore.

The Boy in the Black Suit by Jason Reynolds Atheneum Books for Young Readers [K. Imani's Review]

Just when seventeen-year-old Matt thinks he can’t handle one more piece of terrible news, he meets a girl who’s dealt with a lot more—and who just might be able to clue him in on how to rise up when life keeps knocking him down—in this wry, gritty novel from the author of When I Was the Greatest.

Matt wears a black suit every day. No, not because his mom died—although she did, and it sucks. But he wears the suit for his gig at the local funeral home, which pays way better than the Cluck Bucket, and he needs the income since his dad can’t handle the bills (or anything, really) on his own. So while Dad’s snagging bottles of whiskey, Matt’s snagging fifteen bucks an hour. Not bad. But everything else? Not good. Then Matt meets Lovey. She’s got a crazy name, and she’s been through more crazy than he can imagine. Yet Lovey never cries. She’s tough. Really tough. Tough in the way Matt wishes he could be. Which is maybe why he’s drawn to her, and definitely why he can’t seem to shake her. Because there’s nothing more hopeful than finding a person who understands your loneliness—and who can maybe even help take it away.

When You Wish Upon a Lantern by Gloria Chao Viking

Liya and Kai had been best friends since they were little kids, but all that changed when a humiliating incident sparked The Biggest Misunderstanding Of All Time—and they haven’t spoken since.

Then Liya discovers her family’s wishing lantern store is struggling, and she decides to resume a tradition she had with her beloved late grandmother: secretly fulfilling the wishes people write on the lanterns they send into the sky. It may boost sales and save the store, but she can’t do it alone . . . and Kai is the only one who cares enough to help.

While working on their covert missions, Liya and Kai rekindle their friendship—and maybe more. But when their feuding families and their changing futures threaten to tear them apart again, can they find a way to make their own wishes come true?

Café Con Lychee by Emery Lee Quill Tree Books [Audrey's Review]

Sometimes bitter rivalries can brew something sweet

Theo Mori wants to escape. Leaving Vermont for college means getting away from working at his parents’ Asian American café and dealing with their archrivals’ hopeless son Gabi who’s lost the soccer team more games than Theo can count.

Gabi Moreno is miserably stuck in the closet. Forced to play soccer to hide his love for dance and iced out by Theo, the only openly gay guy at school, Gabi’s only reprieve is his parents’ Puerto Rican bakery and his plans to take over after graduation.

But the town’s new fusion café changes everything. Between the Mori’s struggling shop and the Moreno’s plan to sell their bakery in the face of the competition, both boys find their dreams in jeopardy. Then Theo has an idea—sell photo-worthy food covertly at school to offset their losses. When he sprains his wrist and Gabi gets roped in to help, they realize they need to work together to save their parents’ shops but will the new feelings rising between them be enough to send their future plans up in smoke?

Darius the Great Deserves Better (Darius The Great #2) by Adib Khorram Dial Books for Young Readers

In this companion to the award-winning Darius the Great Is Not Okay, Darius suddenly has it all: a boyfriend, an internship, a spot on the soccer team. It’s everything he’s ever wanted–but what if he deserves better?

Darius Kellner is having a bit of a year. Since his trip to Iran this past spring, a lot has changed. He’s getting along with his dad, and his best friend Sohrab is only a Skype call away. Between his first boyfriend, Landon, his varsity soccer practices, and his internship at his favorite tea shop, Darius is feeling pretty okay. Like he finally knows what it means to be Darius Kellner.

Then, of course, everything changes. Darius’s grandmothers are in town for a long visit while his dad is gone on business, and Darius isn’t sure whether they even like him. The internship isn’t what Darius thought it would be, and now he doesn’t know about turning tea into his career. He was sure he liked Landon, but when he starts hanging out with Chip–soccer teammate and best friend of Trent Bolger, epic bully–well, he’s just not so sure about Landon anymore, either.

Darius thought he knew exactly who he was and what he wanted, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe he deserves better.

K-pop Confidential by Stephan Lee Point [Crystal's Review]

Candace Park knows a lot about playing a role. For most of her life, she's been playing the role of the quiet Korean girl who takes all AP classes and plays a classical instrument, keeping her dreams of stardom-and her obsession with SLK, K-pop's top boyband-to herself. She doesn't see how a regular girl like her could possibly become one of those K-pop goddesses she sees on YouTube. Even though she can sing. Like, really sing.

So when Candace secretly enters a global audition held by SLK's music label, the last thing she expects is to actually get a coveted spot in their trainee program. And convincing her strict parents to let her to go is all but impossible ... although it's nothing compared to what comes next.

Under the strict supervision of her instructors at the label's headquarters in Seoul, Candace must perfect her performance skills to within an inch of her life, learn to speak Korean fluently, and navigate the complex hierarchies of her fellow trainees, all while following the strict rules of the industry. Rule number one? NO DATING, which becomes impossible to follow when she meets a dreamy boy trainee. And in the all-out battle to debut, Candace is in danger of planting herself in the middle of a scandal lighting up the K-pop fandom around the world.

If she doesn't have what it takes to become a perfect, hair-flipping K-pop idol, what will that mean for her family, who have sacrificed everything to give her the chance? And is a spot in the most hyped K-pop girl group of all time really worth risking her friendships, her future, and everything she believes in?

A Pho Love Story by Loan Le Simon Pulse

If Bao Nguyen had to describe himself, he’d say he was a rock. Steady and strong, but not particularly interesting. His grades are average, his social status unremarkable. He works at his parents’ pho restaurant, and even there, he is his parents’ fifth favorite employee. Not ideal.

If Linh Mai had to describe herself, she’d say she was a firecracker. Stable when unlit, but full of potential for joy and spark and fire. She loves art and dreams pursuing a career in it. The only problem? Her parents rely on her in ways they’re not willing to admit, including working practically full-time at her family’s pho restaurant.

For years, the Mais and the Nguyens have been at odds, having owned competing, neighboring phở restaurants. Bao and Linh, who’ve avoided each other for most of their lives, both suspect that the feud stems from feelings much deeper than friendly competition.

But then a chance encounter brings Linh and Bao together despite their best efforts and sparks fly, leading them both to wonder what took so long for them to connect. But then, of course, they immediately remember.

Can Linh and Bao find love in the midst of feuding families and complicated histories?

Permanent Record by Mary H.K. Choi Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers [Crystal's Review]

After a year of college, Pablo is working at his local twenty-four-hour deli, selling overpriced snacks to brownstone yuppies. He’s dodging calls from the student loan office and he has no idea what his next move is.

Leanna Smart’s life so far has been nothing but success. Age eight: Disney Mouseketeer; Age fifteen: first #1 single on the US pop chart; Age seventeen, *tenth* #1 single; and now, at Age nineteen…life is a queasy blur of private planes, weird hotel rooms, and strangers asking for selfies on the street.

When Leanna and Pab randomly meet at 4:00 a.m. in the middle of a snowstorm in Brooklyn, they both know they can’t be together forever. So, they keep things on the down-low and off Instagram for as long as they can. But it takes about three seconds before the world finds out…

The Way You Make Me Feel by Maurene Goo Farrar, Straus and Giroux [Jessica's Review]

Clara Shin lives for pranks and disruption. When she takes one joke too far, her dad sentences her to a summer working on his food truck, the KoBra, alongside her uptight classmate Rose Carver. Not the carefree summer Clara had imagined. But maybe Rose isn’t so bad. Maybe the boy named Hamlet (yes, Hamlet) crushing on her is pretty cute. Maybe Clara actually feels invested in her dad’s business. What if taking this summer seriously means that Clara has to leave her old self behind?

Symptoms of a Heartbreak by Sona Charaipotra Imprint [K. Iman's Review]

The youngest doctor in America, an Indian-American teen makes her rounds―and falls head over heels―in the contemporary romantic comedy Symptoms of a Heartbreak.

Fresh from med school, sixteen-year-old medical prodigy Saira arrives for her first day at her new job: treating children with cancer. She’s always had to balance family and friendships with her celebrity as the Girl Genius―but she’s never had to prove herself to skeptical adult co-workers while adjusting to real life-and-death stakes. And working in the same hospital as her mother certainly isn’t making things any easier.

But life gets complicated when Saira finds herself falling in love with a patient: a cute teen boy who’s been diagnosed with cancer. And when she risks her brand new career to try to improve his chances, it could cost her everything.

It turns out “heartbreak” is the one thing she still doesn’t know how to treat.

In her solo debut, Sona Charaipotra brings us a compelling #ownvoices protagonist who’s not afraid to chase what she wants. Symptoms of a Heartbreak goes from romantic comedy highs to tearjerker lows and is the ultimate cure-all for young adult readers needing an infusion of something heartfelt.

The Downstairs Girl by Stacey Lee G.P. Putnam’s Sons [Crystal's Review]

Atlanta, 1890: By day, seventeen-year-old Jo Kuan works as a lady’s maid for the cruel daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Atlanta. But by night, Jo moonlights as the pseudonymous author of a newspaper advice column for the genteel Southern lady, “Dear Miss Sweetie.” When her column becomes wildly popular, she uses the power of the pen to address some of society’s ills, but she’s not prepared for the backlash that follows when her column challenges fixed ideas about race and gender.

While her opponents clamor to uncover the secret identity of Miss Sweetie, a mysterious letter sets Jo off on a search for her own past and the parents who abandoned her as a baby. But when her efforts put her in the crosshairs of Atlanta’s most notorious criminal, Jo must decide whether she, a girl used to living in the shadows, is ready to step into the light. With prose that is witty, insightful, and at times heartbreaking, Stacey Lee masterfully crafts an extraordinary social drama set in the New South.

#young adult #working #young adult lit

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the-elderly-are-evolving · 11 months

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gay twilight princess character headcanons bc it pride month

look im sure someone else has done it but idc i have A Lot Of Feelings rn and they have 2 go somewhere so get on board or get off ma ass about it

Link:

u no him, u love him, he has like 3 pixels in this game and all of them r doing their best!

he's coming from a conservative little backwater (i say this as the unfortunate alum of a conservative little backwater myself-- sorry, but Ordon's main export is like. goats or w/ever, there's no way there aren't any trump supporters in that town), but i think once he travels around n gets 2 experience different things on his quests n shit he starts 2 unravel some of that internalized homophobia & becomes a great ally and, dare i say it, a little bi-curious

"but, gabe," i hear u say, "link is such a nonbinary icon, what about the transmasc & transfemme gender envy???" and 2 that i say mmmmm yea yea ik, but i don't think he sees it in himself yet, i think that comes later when he's got more adult confidence n shit. like i can see a 20's/30's link with long luscious braided hair wearing crop tops and mini skirts 2 show off his sick nasty battle scars while he picks ppl up at the bar

final verdict is bi and, later, genderqueer, although i think he's one of those ppl who doesn't really care about labels/ pronouns bc he is simply 2 busy sparkle emoij boots the house down slaying monsters hahahah get it im hilaris

Midna:

now that's a she/they if ever i've met one

one of those ppl whose gender presentation is mostly just looking like a scruffy & stinky goblin cretur 95% of the time except 4 that like. 2% of the time they actually make an effort and turn out****

def has a bro-code friendship w link where they both just don't talk about their feelings and instead r violent together love this little war criminal & her dog best friend

ur 1st instinct is lesbian, but look a little closer, and u will soon realize that this is simply a pansexual with a strong preference 4 women in their natural habitat

i think she is trying 2 b a responsible queer bc she knows link is unfamiliar w the community n she is trying 2 b a good ambassador between link n the gays uhhhhh unfortunately she is simply 2 busy trying 2 commit crimes & being like. a chronically online 20-year old or however old she's supposed 2 be & i think link comes away more confused than ever b4

****couple things here: a) ik that doesn't add up to 100%-- i am gay, what part of do not talk 2 me about numbers don't u understand b) ik midna was literally cursed 2 b an imp by zant, but it doesn't change anything in my mind and u can't convince me that she didn't just pull out her "true form" bullshit 2 try an seduce zelda at the end of the game c) no i have no personal experience with this gender presentation at all how dare you insinuate anything of the sort i have totally showered this week totally now shut up

Zelda:

Lesbian, no further questions ur honor

Furthermore, femme lesbian, often gets Assigned Straight On Sight & is very tired of getting hit on by straight men

One of those gays who wear wacky silly n fun statement earrings so other queer ppl know they're gay

We don't actually see her a lot in this game so there's not much 2 go off of with her characterization... this zelda has had a lot of pressure put on her what with being the sole leader of her people in this time of extreme stress, & so i think she is very competent & composed & controlled, but out of necessity, which will prob lead her 2 rebel later in life & act out a little when the country is not at war & she gets to be more of a child again.... basically what im saying is twilight princess should've had a sequel n it should've started w zelda deciding she's punk now, shaving her head, and making link help her run away from home

EDIT: how did i not see this b4...... i have been a fool...... zelda is secretly an astrology gay. it's one of her guilty pleasures bc she knows it's prob not real n the planets prob aren't doing anything w ppl's personalities, but she can't help but b like oooh but wouldn't it b fun if the real reason zant was such a little bitch was just bc his pisces is in retrograde?

#twilight princess #legend of zelda #loz tp #loz headcanons

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pickledpascal · 2 years

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Are You Satisfied?

Chapter Three

Summary: June has to go back to her job while Elvis stays at home. What'll he do alone?

Warnings: Swearing, hating on the Colonel (as he should), rule breaking (?).

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: this one is a little shorter than the others, but!!! i think it's cute

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A few days later and it was time for June to start work again, she warned Elvis about leaving the apartment and going anywhere alone. He still didn’t know his way around so she highly recommended he stay in her apartment and ask her in case he needed anything in particular. Over those few days though, June took Elvis to get a small trim, getting rid of the sharpened sideburns and shaving a bit off the sides but he still, undeniably, looked like Elvis. The jet black hair that was pulled away from his face with a single strand (or two) that was hellbent on curling on his forehead. June was sure she’d stare at his hair sometimes, burning a hole into his head but either Elvis was too kind or too smug to mention it. Sometimes he didn’t understand his own effects on women and that could be a curse or a blessing depending on the way he looked at it.

In the morning, June let Elvis sleep in, deciding it was best not to bother him so early. Instead, she made breakfast, left some out for him, and wrote a small note for him to read once he woke up.

They have talked about June’s job and Elvis found it fascinating. June was a music producer, someone who helped create all the new and in songs which she let Elvis listen to a few of them. It was interesting to watch this man who lived through the second World War listen to modern music, some songs about shaking ass, getting money, etc. Which, surprisingly, he barely batted an eye at. Sure there was the initial surprise but then Elvis seemed to get into it and like it, hell, he even hummed along to some parts.

It was around 10 am when Elvis finally woke up and cracked his door open to see the breakfast sitting on the kitchen table. He looked down at himself for a moment, contemplating if he should leave his room in the clothes he was in. They weren’t scandalous by any means, just some black boxers and a patterned short-sleeved button-up with half the buttons undone. Then Elvis realized June was at work so it didn’t matter much, she wouldn’t see him like that anyway. His feet padded against the wood floors as he made his way to the table, noticing the note next to the food as he got closer. Out of curiosity, he unfolded the note first.

Elvis,

Just letting you know, you can call or text me anytime you want. If I don’t answer right away, I’ll try to respond as soon as I can! Try to have fun! I think I have an extra guitar somewhere if you’re bored.

From, June

Elvis barely noticed the smile on his face once he was done reading the note. He let out a breath and looked out at the floor length windows in front of him as he ate. The sun was shining and it looked beautiful outside. Shame he couldn’t leave the apartment or he was sure he’d get lost. June made the mistake of forgetting to teach him about Google Maps or something like that. But she would. Eventually.

So, after Elvis was done with his food and got dressed, he took June’s advice and tried to find something to do. The TV was fascinating but he wanted to do something with his hands so he made it his mission to try and find that extra guitar June said she had. He riffled through the closet in his room, noticing there were some boxes tucked in the corner but no luck there. There was a ukulele which he could play but Elvis was looking for something a bit…. Bigger. Then an idea struck in Elvis’ mind. June’s room had to store a guitar or two or three inside it.

"Don’t go in my room unless you ask and I won’t go in yours unless I ask."

Elvis pursed his lips as he looked at the stairs leading up to June’s room. He was bored. The type of boredom where you feel you might die from it. Maybe June could make an exception just this once? Hell, it wasn’t that he was gonna trash her room or anything, he just wanted to get his hands on something to play.

So, Elvis made his way upstairs and pushed open June’s door, cocking his head at her choice of decor. Her room was a deep gray with framed posters, guitars hanging all along the walls along with golden records, a vanity with makeup scattered on top, and a desk off to the side that had a laptop and a journal sitting on it. While it seemed lived in, it was still pretty clean with a few clothes folded on her bed and her bed sat unmade with pillows skewed in curious ways. His eyes gravitated towards a glossy black electric guitar that had white and silver accents with barely any chips and begged to be played. Elvis carefully lifted it from its place on the wall and raised the strap over his shoulder, eyes catching the amp in the corner of the room and quickly plugged in the guitar.

He let his hand strum an aggressive chord, ears taking in the immaculate sound. Elvis hummed out a few incoherent words as he played one of his own songs, liking the way it sounded more with the grit of the electric guitar rather than the acoustic he used to play so much. It was like he was falling in love with music again. All the most recent songs he made were required of him for the movies he was in and he had a feeling he wouldn’t be forced to do something like that again.

Hours passed, holed up in June’s room as Elvis played a mix of his own songs and some new songs June exposed him to. He didn’t even realize that she came home and was listening through her own door.

You ruined everything good

Always said you were misunderstood

Made all my moments your own

Just fucking leave me alone

After talking with June about the Colonel, just a few times and not in great detail either, Elvis started to realize just how horrible he was to him. Elvis was only nineteen when the Colonel asked him to go on the road, taking Elvis’ fame as his own. Taking Elvis’ riches as his own. He made Elvis Presley? Maybe. But Elvis was bringing in all the teenage girls, not some fucking old man with the weirdest accent even he’s ever heard.

Yeah, Elvis was seething.

As Elvis took a breath, letting the guitar ring out, June finally opened the door with a smug smirk on her face. He, on the other hand, was flushed with embarrassment as if he was a child being caught with something he wasn’t supposed to have. “I…. M’sorry, I just–”

“It’s alright.” June chuckled, shaking her head. “Your voice was good so you gave me a show in my own home.” She winked as she walked in, setting her bag on her bed and opened up her arms, signaling Elvis to give the guitar to her. He obliged, almost accidentally tangling himself in the strap before he handed it to her. June put the strap on and widened her stance a little.

What happened next was something Elvis didn’t expect. June played an incredible riff and clearly showed she was more experienced in guitar playing with the movement of her fingers. Hearts were practically popping out of Elvis’ eyes as he watched June move her fingers so elegantly across the strings. And the embarrassment sure wasn’t helping the blush on his cheeks that started to spread to his ears and down his neck.

“You’re….. Amazing.” Elvis breathed once June was done, taking the strap off as she unplugged the guitar and set it back in its place. “Helluva lot better than me.” He laughed, ducking his head so June couldn’t see his face.

June shrugged, “Well, I’ve had a guitar since I was like seven. Plus I have to be good so I can help in the studio if an artist wants a guitarist.” She explained with a small smile. Don’t get her wrong, she loved the praise but it was still new to her so she’d always take it with a grain of salt. She cleared her throat to get Elvis’ attention, “Dinner?”

“Um, yeah. S’long as you can teach me some of those riffs.” He teased softly, the shyness he felt earlier replaced by playfulness. Elvis was a bit rusty so maybe June could help him get better, it seemed like she’s been playing it for fifteen or so years straight.

“We’ll see.” June winked as she walked past him to the stairs which just let Elvis staring at the spot she once was. She was so skilled and so beautiful, how in the hell was she still single?

Maybe Elvis was falling in love with something other than just music. And he didn’t want that to stop either.

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fullofsunsetwhispers · 2 years

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In your AU where Chase raises Omi, is Omi still bald or does he grow out his hair like Chase?

Well, yeah no changes when it comes to cheeseball's hairstyle. How come Rai and Jack would call him 'baldie' affectionately if he wasn't actually bald?

However, your ask made me think and I can actually have a little story explaining why Omi doesn't go in his dad's footsteps regarding having long hair. A short explanation is as follows - Omi can't grow out his hair because he has a certain health predicament that prevents his hair to grow. Sure, he is able to muster a soft down on his head, however, due to that frustration his hair can't grow any longer, it makes him angry and as a consequence, he shaves his head. Omi is of the opinion it is better to be bald in his case.

The main reason why I went with such a choice for Omi's hair problem is that there would be many instances in which Chase would try to lift his spirits up. Omi after their heart-to-hearts would feel more confident about his appearance, but deep down there is still that desire to have similar hair as his papa TTuTT

That desire will remind of itself in Omi's dreams aaand once he starts hanging out with Jack.

Let's suppose one day Omi tells Jack about that inconvenience that prevents him to grow out his hair. And Jack immediately admits he can help him with that. Spicer, instead of suggesting Omi he should try out some hair growth medications, goes: YEAH I CAN DESIGN A NICE PISTOL. ONE HIT WITH THAT BAD BOY AND YOU HAVE EVEN BETTER MANE THAN CHASE YOUNG!'

Like, ok Jackie that's so nice of you but oh boy that's a bad idea. So, Jack pulls out Dr. Doofenshmirtz, and a week later a miraculous technology (the hair-inator) is passed to Omi. But unfortunately, the hair machine malfunctions, and Cheeseball experiences the same fate as Marco from SVTFOE in ep12 of the 1st season. For a few minutes, Omi is over the moon because finally, he has a very impressive mass of black locks on his head. 'Thank you, Jack! I can't wait for dad to come home and see me like this! He would be moostly happy!' Jack is proud of himself, too - that's why he didn't complain when Omi launched himself at him to give him a biiig hug.

The boys, convinced of their victory over Omi's problem, decided to celebrate by playing a nice racing video game in front of the TV. But the longer they played, Omi noticed it was getting darker in the room and he can't see properly. He demands that Jack should stop messing with electricity. 'But I'm doing nothing I swear' - exclaims the boy genius only to yell out of fear a second later

'Oh my god, Omi! Your hair!'

'What about it?' - Omi instinctively touched the top of his head and went down to his face. It turns out he can't see because his fringe got too long, just like the rest of his hair. Jack starts panicking, knowing there is something wrong. He rose up from the couch, trying to figure out how to stop the growing process. He shot him with a ray of the hair-inator, making everything worse. Moments later, all of the rooms of Chase's citadel are filled with little one's enormous strands of hair!

Poor Omi turns into a hair monstrosity, just like Marco above.

Then the rest of the incident goes the same as that svtfoe episode. Jack gets separated from Omi and in a panic, calls the monks to help him out before Chase comes back. Because, of course, Jack would get himself killed for what he did to Chase's precious kid.

The Xiaolin gang does not take him seriously up to the moment they land before the entrance to Chase's lair. Poor Clay comments this is way worse than his uncle's body hair.

So, everyone digs through Omi's hair, and once they find him, they reverse everything back to normal either with Jack's invention or shen gong wu (or a mix of both?) Thank god they managed to fix the problem before Chase stormed in.

Omi promised Jack to not tell his dad what happened and the monks made it clear 'Jack owns them one'. So, Jack is very grateful for their help, he gives his word to buy them some ice cream next week.

When everyone leaves, Omi expresses his doubts. He's very upset yet another attempt has failed and Jack cuts him off, completely putting the blame on himself. Surprised Omi listens as Jack goes on and on about how he screwed up and this is the main reason why he doesn't have friends. Omi reassures Jack he still considers him his friend and the story ends with their hug!

Then, Chase passes through and coldly says: 'get out of my house, Spicer'

And Omi yells at him 'can't you see we're having a moment, dad!?'So, Chase leaves the boys, his face expressing a visible shock that he was being yelled at by his precious son. However, deep down he's glad because at least he knows Omi can set boundaries now.

Much time later Omi would give the monks further explanations why he would like to have any hair at this point. He's already experimenting with different (goth) outfits, so Kimiko suggests he can wear wigs from time to time!

And I must say, Omi is extremely glad his friends convinced him of that solution! He's a proud owner of several wigs and takes care of them diligently!

Chase approves because his heart melts every time the child happily roars whenever he puts a wig - black hair stretching to his shoulders: 'Look, dad! This one is my favorite because every time I wear it I can finally say we match!'

#ask #papa chase au #omi and chase #chase young #omi young #omi #jack spicer #raimundo pedrosa #some angst some wholesome moments. i like when these two things co-exist #clay bailey #kimiko tohomiko

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endlessly-cursed · 2 years

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Wifely Pampering (Blyle)

A/N: To celebrate that my computer is back to normal I wrote something Blyle related that has been on my mind lately. Lyle ofc belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier and also tagging @gaygryffindorgal

Summary: Lyle comes home tired, and Blanche decides to pamper her husband

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: PG-13, there’s nudity and suggestive themes

Lionel Astor loved his job, he did. But there were some days he was so tired, he just wanted to get back home with his children and beloved wife, sit by the fire and just have a small moment with them.

Much to his dismay, when he got home, his children were already asleep. He still checked on them and gave them a kiss, careful not to awake them. When he observed Missy, he swore that he saw her mother in her, and smiled. He loved his boys as well, but his little girl had a special place in his heart.

When he went to brush his teeth, he found instead his wife in a pretty nightgown and a bath set with many products he hadn’t seen before. She smiled and gave him a sweet kiss and he leaned on her touch, burying his hands on her silky hair that always smelled amazing “Tiring day, my love?”

He nodded as his head nestled on the crook of her neck and inhaled. Good heavens, she always smelled incredible and sometimes was reluctant to leave their bed just to bask into her warm touch and her smell that had him so bewitched. Then, he finally asked “What’s all this, Blanche?”

“This, my dear, is your pre-bed pampering. The moment I knew you’d be late from work, after putting the children to bed, I set up some pampering habits so tomorrow you wake up with more energy.”

“And the bath is the first step?”

She smiled “Yes. Now, disrobe. I cannot perform with you so clothed.”

He gave her a mischievous smile and started to disrobe. He had undressed in front of her many times, but he had never recalled such ceremony before. He then got into the bathtub and moaned in the comforting bath. His wife was an expert at this “With the day I’ve had, I think I needed this.”

“Close your eyes and try to enjoy it.” She seemed to rummage through the many products she had and picked a shampoo and started to apply it to his hair, and he sighed, slightly purring at her comforting touch, her hands doing wonders to his head that felt heavy “So far, so good?”

“Definitely.”

She kept washing him, and he felt more and more clean, his wife’s magical hands untying knots on his body and odours on his skin he had never been aware before. Everything she used had a nice smell, and he revelled in her expert touch. He enjoyed how, with the body lotion, she washed him more thoroughly than he could ever, and shaved the beard that had started to grow but always put off the shaving, always too busy. She also removed dirt from his face and gave him a king’s treatment. He supposed, this was an advantage of being married to the most beautiful woman in England: she knew how to make everyone feel beautiful.

Afterwards, she led them to the bedroom. He raised his eyebrow teasingly “What follows next, then? You’ll have your way with me?”

She smirked “Not yet. Lay on your stomach and take three deep breaths as I get my materials. I’m giving you the best massage you can think of.”

He smiled widely and did as he was commanded, and noticed she had sent to wash the sheets and perfume them, and to put on some candles so they’d be comfortable and stay in the room as much as possible. He could swear she was rubbing her hands with something, and she climbed on top and started to massage. He closed his eyes and moaned and purred of delight, the knots he thought gone or impossible to take were being untied and felt like a new-born. She also asked him about his day as her hands worked wonders on him and made him feel young again. The oil too was warm and with a nice feeling. She also massaged his chest, and tried not to think on the other activity they did when it was dark and silent, taking a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. Blanche seemed to notice and smirked “If you’re still not sleepy by then, we’ll get to that then.”

She then applied a cream that made feel his skin as smooth as their children’s when they were babies. She also applied skincare on his face and he tried not to grab her and kiss her to no end, fearing to ruin her work.

One part he didn’t like, though, was her plucking out the hair between his eyebrows. At one point she had to cover his mouth not to awake their children. She laughed at him “Men are clearly not built for real pain. If you’re like this with hair grooming, I don’t wish you to see you giving birth or suffer period pains.”

He grimaced “I fear you’re right this time, my dear.”

She giggled and kissed his cheek and he smiled at her. He kissed her slowly and whispered “What have I done to deserve you, my dear?”

“Once I’m done, I can give you a list.”

He chuckled and asked “How can I repay you?”

“Accompanying me to dinner. I’ve made your favourite myself.”

He kissed her hand, looking at her full of love “You’re an angel.”

They ordered the maids to bring the dinner there and dismissed them for the night. Lyle happily ate his favourite meal, talking with Blanche and hearing their children’s adventures: Robert had learned a new phrase in Latin and Richard had eaten his meal without making a complete mess, and Melissa was now able to eat edible food and not just maternal milk. Blanche loved breastfeeding her babies, but she had started to run out of milk and feared that her children wouldn’t find the food enough. She also had over some friends of her former dorm at Hogwarts and exchanged stories of motherhood, adventure and marriage shenanigans. When they had finished their dinner and put the plates away, he could no longer hide it: he must have her, and now. He had felt so loved and spoiled, and wanted nothing more than repay her and show her some love too. He put her hair in the back to the side and kissed the nape of her neck “Blanche…”

“Yes, Lionel?”

“I must have you, Blanche,” he spun her around, searching for any signals that she was either not in the mood or tired, but found the contrary of either of those “will you have me?”

She did not speak, but instead kissed him fiercely, words enough for him to know it was a yes. He picked her and she wrapped her legs around his hips and laid her on the bed, that had been filled with rose petals as the scented candles set the mood.

He started to disrobe her, still searching for signals to stop, but found instead desire and eagerness. The moment he had her rid of the nightgown, he gasped and blushed at the new set of scandalous lingerie she had picked.

She had enjoyed to surprise him with scandalous Parisian lingerie, and this time was no different: it had two pieces of red and gold satin, giving him a generous view of a V neck that reached her navel and the pantalettes so short he could easily take it off her. She smirked “Are you going to take it off or should you like a show?”

He leaned towards her, lying on the bed completely, her golden hair sprawled across the bed like a halo “Don’t. It is my turn now to pamper you, wife.”

She smirked victorious and kissed again, getting lost in the other’s touch, enjoying this night for themselves, their hands never off the other, that intimate dance that only they knew and that united their bodies, minds and souls, their only thought the other, adding new delights into their intimacy.

Hours later, he drifted to sleep, sleeping like a baby and having had the best intimate night with his wife to date, proud and privileged to be her husband.

The next morning, he was so happy and filled with energy that his work buddies teased him to no end with his wide smile and behaviour that he hadn’t slept much last night.

If this was the price of working always hard and for long periods, he didn’t mind at all what came when he returned home.

#hphl fanfiction #hphl oc #hogwarts legacy #oc: blanche dubois #lyle astor #blanche x lyle #blyle #pg 13 #cw suggestive theme

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ltsaradharkness · 3 months

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Today has been wild.

Got home from work and my Aunt Darlene is washing laundry. (Not like the laundry has been empty for four days) (( and while it did take like an extra day because nana was asleep on the couch when I got up on Monday at like 3am it still has been empty since like Tuesday night)) but I'm only off Sunday night and Monday. I had planned to do my laundry when I got home so I could enjoy my day tomorrow but whatever. It's nana and pawpaw clothes anyway so whatever. (Nana has shingles and is bad off and pawpaw is having a rough go. She should have been doing it Thursday or Friday tho like come on)

Any who, I decided to shave my head and got a shower. Then I'm sitting in bed and my aunt Christine texts, they were in the area and wanted to come see mom. So they brought KFC and sat for about two hours. In that time DJ decided to be mad at me for not answering her when I didn't really have anything nice to say and started calling me fatty under her breath but not even that quite like dude really. Ew. Called me lazy when I didn't wanna get something off the trash for her when she could have just flatten the box instead. Like lady you're the one making this harder not me. Then slamming stuff around. (she has already broken the trashcan and the toaster. Not today but still. Go away break the six hundred dollar microwave or the hundred dollar coffee maker see where that gets yeah) so nana is trying to tell her something and she can't hear her so I told her what she was saying and then just wanted to get loud and I just let nana handle it. Like yeah you do that because her calling me fatty under her breath is bs. Nana wants to say I have an attitude when I'm feed up with her BS and don't have the energy to put up with it but damn at least I don't break shit I can't pay for. Or start shit I can't finish. Like really come on.

Dealing with this is so stupid sometimes, like smoking in the bathroom, getting literal toothpaste every one. From the tube. Not flushing or washing her hands touching food without washing her hands etc. So nasty. Not actually finishing anything etc. like why. Is this my crucible before I win the lottery and get out. I don't know what she is gonna do when nana and pawpaw pass Cause no one is gonna take care of her. No one.

#so feed up

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miloo-o · 5 months

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231211 TaeJoon's Enlistment Day 😔

Wow, their turn is finally come. I never imagine I would witnessed this moment, Taehyung and especially my bias Kim Namjoon, entered the training center to start their military service 😭.

Namjoon on buzzcut from a long time ago, him talking about their plan to enlist together at the end of this year on his birthday, it's 3 months ago. I think I would be ready and all okay on the day he enlist but guess who can't stop crying now?? 😔💔

Since the original post on Weverse hasn't translated well so I'm just gonna drop the Namjoon's letter translation from ARMY translator here.

"Wishing that this will touch you even just a little bit"

What's makes you think your letters done nothing to us, Kim Namjoon??!!! My heart start getting hurt once I got the notification 😭😭😭.

And this is Taehyung's letter:

Jimin just did a live today after shaving his head. He said that Namjoon and Taehyung entering with smile. That info is enough. I hope they're okay in there.

I think it's around 12pm when the Twitter timeline start talked about news content that said BTS member is entering the location. Gladly there's no fans that gathered in there, just as BTS asked on live to not to go there. But some solo's sending a bus instead to cheer them up. Guess who we've been missing and manifesting to be on ot7 picture today.

Feels like I never saw him for years. He getting more cute 😭. At least we can see him together with the members on the pict.

And there they are. Bragging about their position in the military. Seokjin is a Sergeant meanwhile Hobi is a Corpral. Seokjin just shared a funny short story on Weverse 😂:

It's always him who dragged ARMY out from the deep sadness. He really don't let anyone cry 😭.

The caption said "Don't get hurt and go safely my babies~". Yes he just called TaeJoon his babies 🥺. And I just realized that they're Kim Brothers.

The maknae line ✨️. Jimin and Jungkook will enlist tomorrow since they registered together to the same location. Anyway I saw a video on TikTok that explain about this partner system. Apparently there are some soldiers that dead from suicide because of the pressure during their military service. That's why the government decided to created this system where people can choose to registered with one friend. But the consequences is the location might be so far away from Seoul.

Seems like so many of their friends come to send them off. Their family of course, Namjoon team, Taehyung's high-school friends. Seems like Wooga squad just met-up the day berfore on Taehyung's.

*Jungkook just started a Weverse live now by the way. I think it's gonna be short.

Forgot to mention about the song Namjoon shared on his IG story. Goodbye by Sanullim. Kinda surprise because the song released on 1986 like how did he found it? But since he's a musician and maybe the song is popular in South Korea so... The first time I listened to this song, I cried a lot. I don't fully understand the lyrics but it makes me cried so much😭😭💔💔💔💔. The song is sang by kids on on the first and then by the singer. Here's the translated lyrics:

Annyeong (hi/bye)

My cute friend

When the boat horn sounds in the distance you cry without anyone knowing

Alone at night when everyone is asleep

Annyeong (hi/bye)

My little love

When the stars shine far away

you talk without anyone knowing

While crying

I went far, far away

I'm gonna listen to this song the whole night until I tired of crying 😭.

Man, I don't know what to do after this. Maybe just trying to survive without them? I mean I've been on this fandom since I was 19, now that I'm 25. There are a lot of things happened and a lot of thing are formed/connected. I don't see them just as idol who just appear on my screen to dance, sing, and being cool, pretty, and other celebrity stuffs. They are my biggest emotional support since before. So I don't really know what should I do the day after tomorrow until June 2024 (since Seokjin is come home) lmao.

It's 2.33 am in South Korea now. I wish they have a good sleep and good meal 🥺. Anyway I see from their live that Taehyung was excited to join the military. Said that he has a goal. I'm a little bit worried about how bulky he become after this but whatever that makes the baby happy.

Wish the baby bears a good luck on their services. They will be separate after the basic training but since they're a good people and a social butterfly I believed people around them will be kind to them.

Until we meet again!

See you guys in 2025 🫡👋💜

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longitudinalwaveme · 1 year

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Ron Pearle as King Lear: A Rambling Review, Part 1

A bunch of servants singing and dancing was not how I expected the play to open.

Then they all run away when Gloucester and Kent show up with the opening lines of the play. We seem to have a Victorian (maybe Edwardian?) style going on.

Gloucester is chubby, which seems appropriate.

MORE SINGING! (Though this sounds more like a church-style hymn.)

There are two little kids, a boy and girl, who might be some sort of flower girl and ring bearer. Why are they there? Is it for Cordelia’s potential wedding?

Lear seems slightly uninvested in what he’s saying.

Goneril and Regan are wearing fur (to make it clear they’re evil I guess).

Goneril and Cordelia both seem to be blonde. Regan’s a brunette, though. I also like Regan’s dress the best.

I have to wonder what those two little kids are thinking about all this. It seems like it would be pretty boring to just stand there while Lear and his daughters talk on and on.

Okay, Lear’s emoting now. Good.

I don’t know what it is, but something about this Cordelia’s voice just bugs me. Her acting is good; it’s just the actual voice itself that bothers me. Maybe it’s because it sounds just slightly too whiny (although it’s not her fault, of course).

When Lear starts to disown her, Cordelia falls to her hands and knees for...some reason.

Also, Lear seems like he should be angrier while disowning her. This Lear’s talking very calmly, which almost makes him seem like more of a jerk.

Although he might just be trying to save his voice for all the yelling and screaming he has to do in the storm scenes.

“So, I get to stay King, and have all the honors associated with it, but you and my daughters have to do all the work. Sounds good, right?”

Kent is great.

Lear just drew a sword on Kent!

Okay, I thought that Kent was going to start doing push-ups for a second, but instead he’s just lying flat on the ground in front of Lear. Weird.

Seriously, this Kent is the best. He should be king instead.

I’ve never wanted to punch a Lear as badly as I want to punch this one.

Lear is just casually lounging in his throne as he insults his daughter.

Cordelia’s reactions are great.

Yeah, I don’t really blame Goneril and Regan for not wanting this Lear at their homes.

Regan’s sitting down while talking to Goneril, which...fair enough, I guess.

REALLY LOUD scene transition!

Edmund’s costume kind of blends into the background since they’re both really dark. His actor is good, though.

Seriously, this Gloucester looks exactly like how I picture him.

This is also the Gloucester I least want to punch. He’s like a confused teddy bear.

I can’t decide if this Edmund is attractive or not. He’s a really good actor regardless.

Two servants made out in the background and chased each other around the stage while Edmund was giving his speech.

Actually, I think it was Edgar who was chasing around the servant and making out with her. Weird.

Aww, Edgar is adorable.

He and Edgar are really convincing as brothers, not just because they look similar but also because of how they act with each other.

I liked Edmund’s little shrug right before he walked offstage.

DRAMATIC STRING MUSIC!

Changing the male servant into a female servant makes Lear seem even more like a jerk for hitting her than the original did.

Goneril’s not wearing fur anymore. And she seemed uncharacteristically concerned about the servant who got hit.

Lear’s knights laughing offstage confused me because I thought it was the audience, and that the audience was therefore laughing at lines that didn’t seem particularly funny.

MORE SINGING!

Kent is still the best...and now has an inexplicable Southern accent. But he’s still awesome. Though if I were him, I wouldn’t have come back for Jerk Lear.

Disguised Kent is even better than regular Kent.

It looks like he shaved his head somewhat for his disguise in this version.

DIN-NER! HEY! -King Lear

One of the knights just grabbed one of the poor serving girl’s trays and threw it across the room. No wonder they like Lear...they’re all as horrible as him.

Gee, I wonder why Goneril is mad at Lear and his knight….

Lear imitating Oswald actually made me laugh.

The Fool is played by a woman, but I’m not sure if the character is meant to be male or female. Regardless, she’s wearing some truly hideous pants.

The Fool is great. And has a ukulele. And sings some of his/her speeches.

Kent’s Southern accent is also great. This is really fun to watch.

Lear sounds vaguely Scottish at points.

This is the first time I think a Fool has actually made me laugh. Good job, Fool!

Fool, that bench is not going to hide you at all.

And now one of the knights is grabbing on to one of the poor servants. I know Goneril’s going to be a villain, but this version is really going out of its way to make it clear why Lear and his knights are so horrible to have around. Though I don’t know what her beef with the Fool is. The Fool is great.

Lear is kind of acting like a petulant 4-year-old.

And Goneril’s request seems completely reasonable. Again, I know she’s not actually a good person….but right now it’s REALLY hard not to be on her side.

“You made a rational request! How dare you! I’m going to curse you horribly and insult you a whole bunch for literally no reason! I’m the best!”

Oh, hey, Albany. Good for you for not putting up with Lear’s crappy behavior, either.

I liked Goneril’s little “what’s he so mad about?” shrug to her husband.

No, she doesn’t lie. We’ve been watching you and your knights act like jerks for basically the entire play.

Kent and the Fool are great. If most of Lear’s crew were like them, I could understand why he would be angry...but they’re clearly not.

Actually, neither Goneril nor Cordelia have done anything wrong so far. You’re just a self-centered brat.

I like how everyone just starts trying to look at everyone BUT Lear when he starts cursing Goneril for no good reason.

Wow, he’s really getting up into her face and shouting at her….and she actually looks a bit upset. (I would be upset, too, but this is Goneril we’re talking about.) In case you weren’t sure that he was a jerk yet.

Lear pops out of the shadows. WHA-AT?

When did Goneril have time to dismiss all of those knights, exactly?

Lear’s throwing a temper tantrum.

I’m starting to think Lear just hates his kids. Or is a horrible narcissist. Or is going senile. Or possibly all three.

Seriously, why does Goneril hate the Fool so much? He’s the LEAST annoying member of Lear’s retinue.

Goneril also seems legitimately fond of Oswald here. Why is she more likable than Lear? Oh, right. It’s because Lear’s a senile narcissist who hates his kids.

Though she sure is a jerk to poor Albany, who just seems really frustrated.

Dramatic string music!

That letter is either full of lies, or basically says “Your sister won’t let me do whatever I want to her servants! WAAH!”

Kent is the best.

Now the Fool has a tambourine. And pulled some multicoloured handkerchiefs from nowhere.

Good to see Lear figured out that he was a Grade-A jerk to at least one of his daughters.

The Lear/Fool dynamic is great.

Not doing exactly what I want makes you ungrateful!

Lear finally seems slightly sympathetic. (Slightly being the key word here.)

More dramatic string music!

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