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lovelybrooke · 17 days

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you have said wanting to write more of Ohshc, how do you think they would act when they are jealous ?

Like maybe Reader have some friend from middle school and they catch up like the ep with Haruhi i dont remember which one

Jealousy (Yandere OHSHC)

I really like this but I changed a few things from your original ask, sorry. This is inspired episode 6. Also don't mind the name, I just looked up a random name.

based on these headcanons

masterlist

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"I want to learn how to charm (Y/N)! Please teach me!"

It was a quiet day in the Music Room, at least before all this started happening. The Club period was over for today, the rest of the Hosts getting ready to leave before a random first year walked in.

"I apologize, the Hosts are all done for today" Kyoya said without even looking up from his papers. "Please come back tomorrow if you would like to meet with one of them."

"I don't want to meet with any of them." The voice was deep, deeper than most of the clientele. The voice caught the attention of the other Hosts, mainly the twins and Tamaki, who moved to see who exactly it was. Kyoya looked up from his paper, peering at the person in question.

Kida Yutaka. He was a first year in your class, including your art elective. His father owned a tech company, partnering with schools all over the world to provide computers, as well as making popular phones. Kida wasn't known for being particularly popular, in fact some would even say he was shy, evident by the way he was shaking while speaking. So it's surprising to see him so bold at this moment.

Tamaki was immediately fuming, rushing up to Kida, causing him to back away in shock. "Who are you?! What do you mean to (Y/n)!?" Kida was clearly shocked by the Host's behavior, seeing him react so badly to something so simply puzzled him.

"I-I see (Y/n) come here often--I assume you know what they like..." Kida moves away from the blond, who is seething, backing into the twins in the process. "What--"

"Aww, you look nervous~" They say in unison as Kida spins around. "You must really like them~" They say again, watching Kida's face heat up.

Kida was obviously getting fed up with these Hosts, pushing past the twins and moving further into the room. "Okay look, I don't--It's just--look all I want to do Is--"

"Mori--what's going on?" Kida jumps at the sound of another boy, Honey-Senpai, who looked clearly very tired. He was standing near a much larger boy rubbing his eyes. Mori's gaze was locked on Kida, surely meant to intimidate him.

Where are they all coming from?

"This boy--" Tamaki spits out. "Wants to take (Y/n) from us!" He cries, leaning all his weight on Kyoya, who seemed unperturbed. Honey however, who was now being held up high by Mori, gasped dramatically.

"Really...I don't want (Y/n)-chan to leave..." Honey sounded like he was about to cry, very scared. Mori look like the exact opposite, his face was stern and cold, holding no empathy for Kida whatsoever. "Are they really leaving..."

"No Mitsukuni." Mori says with a low rumble.

"He might as well be." Kaoru says on his left.

"He wants to sweep (Y/n) off their feet." Hikaru adds on his right.

Kida looks like he's about to explode, his face red, confused and scrunched up. Moving away from the Hosts encircling him, he knew he needed to explain himself. "Look--all I want to do is learn what (Y/n) likes so I can ask them out! I assumed that since they spend all their time with you that you'd, y'know, give me advice." Kida finally let out. The room was finally silent, which strangely made him feel worse. It was gut wrenching, watching them analyze him.

The first one to break the silence was Kyoya, letting out a low chuckle while pushing up his glasses with the hand that wasn't being restricted by Tamaki. "Well what a predicament we have here, it seems our dear (Y/n) has caught the eye of someone else, what a surprise." He didn't sound so surprised, the smirk on his face evident to that. "If it's advice you need then you came to the right place, isn't that right, Tamaki?" He turned his head to face the blond, who was still moping.

"No absolutely not!" Tamaki belted. "I refuse to divulge my dear (Y/n)'s secrets, especially not to a scoundrel like you!" He all but spits in Kida's face.

"Scoundrel..." Kaoru sighs

"What is he, five?" Hikaru finishes.

"You should be making fun of him!" Tamaki points to Kida "He's the one trying to sneak his ways into (Y/n)'s life."

Kida scoffed, crossing his arms and raising a brow. "What do you mean sneak? Me and (Y/n) are already friends." The sentence made Tamaki gasp, looking back at Kyoya, who was still smirking.

"What does he mean? Why did he say that? Kyoya?"

"It means that (Y/n) has friends outside of us, Tamaki." You would've thought Tamaki was shot by how much pain it looked like he was in, a stark contrast to his knightly persona. The twins both laughed at his shocked expression, moving closer to him.

"Oh you hear that boss, they have friends~" They say in unison, laughing as Tamaki tries to jump them, only being stopped by Kyoya.

Kida watched in pure confusion as he feels someone tap him on the shoulder. It was Honey, still being held by Mori. "What is (Y/n)-chan like in class?" He tilts his head, and if it wasn't for the situation at hand he would've thought it was cute. "We don't have any classes together so I don't get to see them much..." He drones on.

Kida thought for a moment. "They're kinda quiet, they don't talk much, especially not in art class. They're really kind though" He smiled for the first time since entering the music room. "Once, they let me use their paint during class since we sit next to each other, we talked the entire time. It was the first time I heard them talk, it was nice. They're nice..." The room was silent, Honey simply staring at Kida, nearly unblinking.

Kida realized he liked you months ago. You and him were alike in a lot of ways, quiet and reclusive. It made him comfortable around you, it made him like you. You were his first crush, and for a while, he hated it. You were a commoner, there was no way that his father would let him be with you. But that didn't stop him from wanting you, he'd talk to you every day during class, some days he'd even eat lunch with you. But as time went on, he noticed you spending more and more time at the Host Club, he started to think that maybe there was something about them that you liked.

If he could make himself more like them, then maybe you'd like him.

"So are you gonna help--"

"What are you guys doing? Who are you?" Haruhi walked into the Music room, you right behind her, causing Kida's face to light up.

"Sorry, I left my bag here--oh hey Kida, what are you doing here?" You waved to him, moving around the Music room. Kida watched as you grabbed your bag, too afraid to say anything. This was too sudden, he wasn't ready to confess to you.

"Hey Kida do you know when our next painting is due--Kida, where did he'd go?" Hikaru and Kaoru appeared on your sides.

"You scared him." Hikaru whispers in your ear.

"He's a baby." Kaoru whispers in the other.

You push the two away, sighing as you swing the bag over your shoulder. "I have to get to work, bye guys." You wave, leaving as soon as you came.

With Kida gone it as though Tamaki could finally breathe, slipping off of Kyoya and composing himself. "We're never letting him in again." He exclaimed.

"Already banned, sir." Kyoya said with a smirk.

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A/n: In conclusion they're insane.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere ohshc #ohshc x reader #yandere ouran high school host club #ouran high school host club x reader #ouran host club #ouran high school host club

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they-call-me-emmy · 6 months

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The Past is The Past 6

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tara was faced with her 3 ghostface, and this time got so seriously injured she was in a coma. When she wakes up, she has no memory of the past 3 years...including you, her girlfriend.

Notes: Imagine this as our gals scream 7...since Jenna apparently quit and left me fucking DYING

Warnings: Uh, injury, violence, blood, our boy ghostyface with knives. Coma and memory loss if thats even a warning. Swearing. Uhm. Shitty 7th grade writing.

Tara traced a finger across her stomach. She was standing in front of a floor length mirror, her shirt tucked up to reveal her scars. They'd seemed so...simple. Like something that was just there. But now she knew the back story, thanks to Y/N.

She'd been stabbed 7 times in the first go, 3 in the second and, according to Y/N, 6 the third.

And memory loss to go with it.

Tara didn't tell Sam she knew. She didn't feel that Sam needed to know that she knew. She'd learned what she wanted too. She wasn't happy with the outcome, no. She'd never be happy with it. But the knowledge that she'd understand what they were talking about, that she wouldn't feel like an outsider, made up for it.

She tucked her shirt back down and stared at the one on her hand. She knew when she saw it that it went through her hand, but she never thought that would be the reason why. The pink, softer skin was like a reminder off what had happened now. She'd look at her hand and think about how she was a victim of a series of murders, coming away alive but scarred.

Was it worth the knowledge?

Y/N had started staying at the Carpenter's house more and more over the last week, and Tara had to admit. She didn't hate it. She still felt weird around Y/N, because she still felt like a stranger to Tara, even if she was a stranger who knew everything about her.

"Hey Tar." Y/N smiled, setting a basket of laundry on Tara's bed. Tara jumped a little.

"Hey."

"Sam told me to bring you the laundry. Said for you to go downstairs, she wants to talk." Y/N said, patting the laundry before turning and walking to the door.

"Alright, thanks." Tara sighed, exiting behind Y/N and walking downstairs.

Sam sat at the kitchen table, a glass of water in her hand. Tara couldn't tell by her stance if this was going to be a serious conversation or not.

"Tara...sit down." Sam said, a sort of softness to her voice that convinced Tara this was serious, but she wasn't in trouble.

Tara obeyed and sat across the table from her sister.

"So. I decided I should tell you...what happened." Sam said, a pained, forced expression on her face.

"Oh." Tara shrugged. "I already know."

"What?" Sam coughed. "How?"

"Y/N told me." Tara shrugged. "I wanted to know, so she told me."

"That asshole...Y/N! GET DOWN HERE!"

There was some footsteps and Y/N appeared at the door.

"Yeah?"

"You told her?!" Sam cried. "I thought we discussed this! I was supposed to tell her, I'm her sister! You shouldn't have done that, Y/N, she could have completely lost it or something!"

"I wasn't going to lose it-"

"This is a danger to her mental health!" Sam said. "You suck absolute ass at talking to people, you probably traumatized her or something!"

"We will circle back to that later, and I said it as easily as I could have."

"Yeah," Tara mumbled. "She explained it great, actually."

"Just...both of you, go upstairs."

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I hate this chapter.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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Wesley’s First Word (little duck au)

pairing: chris evans x momma evans x wesley scott

summary: well Wes has finally said his first word, I wonder what it could be?

warnings: none :)

a/n: wesley is finally starting to blabber more sounds and he can finally say a word, so why not blurb it🥰

Wesley was now about 8 1/2 months old and getting more and more animated by the second, he was so curious and such a funny little character, getting to see his personality as he grew something you and Chris were loving getting to experience.

Arlie was out with Nana Lisa for the day, they were having a spa day which also gave you and Chris a chance to relax and spend some extra time with Wes for a few hours. You let Chris sleep in and got Wes up making some pancakes and cutting up some fruit for him to eat, a smile on his face as he watched you move about the kitchen

“my handsome boy, is that good?”

He babbled back some nonsense and you smiled leaning down to press some kisses across his face

“oh yeah? wow, well tell me how you really feel this morning buddy”

“dada!!”

In an instant you froze eyes widening as your brain tried to decipher if you’d just heard Wes say his first word or not

“Wes what did you say baby? Did you say dada?”

“dada! dada!”

“oh my god..”

You smiled letting out a little noise of excitement before pressing kisses all across his face yet again, Wesley letting out giggles

“Oh my love, daddy’s gonna be so happy!!”

“Why’s that?”

Chris had walked into the kitchen, hair dishevelled, eyes tired yet loving as he came over to press a kiss to your lips

“Morning honey”

“Morning baby, I was just saying you’d be so happy because-”

Before you could tell Chris anything Wesley beat you to it

“Dada, dada!!”

You watched as Chris froze before smiling, you could see his eyes glass over a little just as you’d expected because when Arlie said her first words, albeit them being “mama” he cried for 45 minutes over it

“Yeah buddy that’s me!”

Wesley clapped his hands chanting ‘dada’ over and over as Chris picked him up out of his chair, pressing a kiss to his cheeks before holding him to his chest

“He said his first words baby…”

You came over to rest your head on his shoulder admiring your two favourite boys

“He did my love, guess we know who his favourite person is”

That earned a big laugh from Chris as he shook his head pressing a kiss to your temple

“Well i’ll take it, just remember he’ll wake me up 6 times a night now chanting dada as opposed to Arlie chanting mama now”

Nodding you chuckled reaching a finger out to swipe a bit of hair back out of Wes’s face, a yawn escaping his lips, you knew it was almost time for his mid morning nap but you weren’t ready to let go of Chris and your little boy just yet. Wesley had said his first word and though Chris had gotten a bit emotional you knew after he put Wes down for a nap, he’d be coming to find you to really let it out, and you’d be there for him, as long as he needed.

Chris really was the definition of worlds best father.

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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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We're A Family Part 6 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Good morning. I have not slept yet. Why I do not know lol But alas...I bare you this with many an answered question and some disgustingly adorable fluff.

Enjoy! <3

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, and slight angst, Some complex emotions here with the reader feeling overwhelmed. Minimal Charlie drama. Um, I think that's it.

Word Count: 3553

Kierra rubs you back as you lean over the crib you two had been looking at.

“Sweetie, it’s ok.”

“I know. I just…walking into the office and saying ‘paternity’… watching their faces as they poked them… It feels wrong.”

“It’s not wrong, Y/N. What is wrong is charging $800 for a crib.” You laugh as she flashes you the price tag and pushes you forward to the next one. Your eyes flick to Steve who’s across the store with Dylan looking at baby clothes.

Someone suddenly bumps into your side and you immediately apologize, closing your mouth when you see who it is.

“I’m…I’m sorry. I really didn’t…”, Vivian stumbled over her words.

“No, um, it’s fine.”

She smiles looking at the items in her hands before quickly hiding them. “I’m not…I swear…my sister is pregnant so we’re getting stuff for the baby shower.”

“We?”

“Well look at you, Y/N.” You roll your eyes as Charlie comes into view. “I heard a rumor you were pregnant but I didn’t believe it.”

“Yup. Because what man would want to make love and start a family with me?!”

His eyes narrowed at your sarcastic tone. “Your lawyer talk to you yet?”

“Charlie! To what do we owe the pleasure?” Eddie came up beside you and your sister as he politely nods a hello to Vivian.

“As you can see, I’m talking to Y/N here.”

“And as you can see this isn’t a courthouse and your lawyers aren’t here so feel free to be on your way.”

“Ok. Alright now.” Steve came from behind your ex and stepped between them making you panic as you looked around for Dylan. His little eyes met yours from his place behind Vivian and your heart broke. “Let’s not do this in the middle of a baby supply store in front of Dylan.”

Charlie searched for him, beaming down at the boy. “Hey Dil. How are you doing, kid?”

Vivian called after him as he ran in the opposite direction and you disconnected from the group to follow him. You found your son sitting on a piece of display furniture with his head hung down to his chest. Pulling over a rocking chair, you sit beside him as you lightly rock back and forth.

“When you were a baby, we had a chair kind of like this one, and every time you cried, one of us would hold you as we rocked. It worked every time. No one believed me either! ‘Every time? No way!’”

You smiled at him as you noticed him doing the same.

“I would do that now but I don’t think with my belly the three of us could fit up here.”

Dylan glanced at you as he took in the chair you were sitting in before scooting over and patting the seat beside him. As soon as you sat down, he curled up into your side as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing his head to your chest. Pushing off on your toes, you rocked the seat you both were in as the boy started to cry.

“I know, baby. I know.”

Kierra sits in the chair beside you, looking at you both with empathetic eyes. “They left…without incident and, um, the boys bought one of the cribs I told them you said you like so…they are taking it to the car and then bringing it around since it started to rain.”

“Thank you. Come on, weirdo. Let’s go home.”

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“I wish you had told me about this relationship, Y/N.”, Lidia sighed as she chugged the glass of whiskey Steve had brought to her. “I mean, this entire thing is bullshit anyway.” She holds up the court documents for emphasis before sliding them across the table. “This environment is way better for him than his fathers.”

“What does she do?”, Eddie asked.

“Right now, nothing. Just focus on your pregnancy and we’ll go from there. I imagine after she gets here, they’ll focus more on time and money when it comes to Dylan and the three of you.”

Their eyes followed you as you slowly rose from the table and without saying a word headed up the stairs. After your lawyer left, they found you in the baby’s room, sitting against the wall as you began assembling her crib.

“Honey…” Steve descended to the floor as Eddie followed. You continued the task in front of you as tears gradually began to fall. One of the pieces you were holding wouldn’t connect with its corresponding part making you frustrated as you slammed them to the ground in anger. The man pushed them to the side as he tried collecting you in his arms.

“No! No. Just… no.”

“Ok. That’s okay, baby.” Your phone in the bedroom began to ring and Eddie quickly got to his feet to see who it was. “We’re right here. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“Um…it’s the doctor’s office.” Eddie’s eyes met Steve’s, unsure of what he should do.

“Y/N, we’re going to turn on the speaker and you just talk.”

You nodded as the metalhead got back down, holding the phone between you three.

“Hey, Y/n!”, the doctor greeted in a happy tone. “How are you and Aurora feeling?”

“We’re alright. Just exhausted.”

“I can imagine. Well, I won’t keep you long. I just wanted to tell you that the paternity test did come back at about 97% probability. When it comes to pre-birth tests, depending on the number, sometimes I suggest another after the baby is born but I don’t see any reason here. It seems Edward Munson is little Aurora’s biological father.”

Eddie exhaled heavily as he dropped the phone to the floor.

“Hey doc, this is Steve. Thanks for giving us a call. We’ll call you back tomorrow if we have any more questions.” Before the man could say anything, Steve hung up the phone. “What’s going on, guys. What are we feeling?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His large palms reached over to cup your face. “Y/N, listen to me. This changes absolutely nothing. She is OURS. Mine and Eddie’s. I love her with every fiber of my being and I love you to.”

The metalhead wiped his eyes before extending his arms, pulling you into a hug. “Thank you.”

You lean back, looking at him with total confusion. “I just… I spent most of my life being called trash. The only other girl we were serious with said she never wanted to have any of my kids. I was so sure she was Steve’s. It never even really sunk in that biologically she could be mine. I…I never thought this would ever happen for me…to have a little me running around.”

He pulled your lips to his and you allowed it as you kissed him back.

“I’m sorry for…me.”, you laughed as you explained. “The other day with Charlie in the baby store, just seeing my son so heartbroken… and then this custody bullshit. I don’t want to put him through that. I’m tired of him and you guys always…fighting. Dylan fighting to have the dad he wants from Charlie and you two always fight for me when it comes to him, Steve’s dad, my mom. Add in this…”, you gesture to your phone. “It killed me watching you take that test. I feel like the four of us haven’t had any time to breathe since I got pregnant. I feel like we aren’t as happy as we used to be.”

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“Um, where are we going?”, you scanned outside your window when you realized Steve wasn’t headed back home.

“You’ll see.”

You knew that grin. He and Eddie were definitely up to something. “Weirdo, do you know what they are up to?”

“Uh, no. Not this time.”

“Excuse me, sweetheart. The child isn’t always the brain trust of our mischievous deeds.” You giggle as you lean back in your seat and accept your fate.

As Steve pulls into a parking lot, Eddie points to the building. “Kid, what does that say?”

“Hawkins Ak-war-e-um?”

The metalhead grinned as he ruffled his hair, your head whipped around to look at them. “Hawkins Aquarium?”

The other man smiled as he got out of the car, running around to help you out on your side. “We thought you were right. The four of us haven’t gone out to have some fun in a while.”

Dylan’s eyes grew as you guys stepped inside, taking in all the gigantic tanks around him. He gripped your hand and pulled you further inside as the guys lingered back to pay.

“Wow. I never would have guessed Hawkins had anything like this.”

“Honestly, we didn’t either. A quick google search informed me otherwise.”, Steve smiled. Eddie lightly pushed your son and both boys ran down a long hallway. “Jesus, I’m telling you, honey. We’re going to have three kids in the house.”

You playfully slap his chest as you two follow after them. “Steve? How, um, how are you really feeling about…everything with Aurora?”

His fingers intertwine with yours as he sighs. “Y/N, I meant what I said the other day. She’s both of ours and I still love her. Now that we know, at least next time, we can use my… you know.”

You giggle up at him as he blushes. “Mr. I talk dirty in bed can’t say the word sperm?”

“Yeah, yeah. Calm down.” Steve’s smile grows as he leans down to kiss your lips. “Plus, did you see how happy Eddie was? Fucking Emily and his parents made him think anything from the Munson gene would be garbage.” His nostrils flare as he shakes his head.

You watch as the metalhead lifts Dylan into his arms as they point at the glass. “Mom, look.”

A whine escapes your lips as you notice a shark swim by. “Ew. What was that?”, Eddie laughed.

“I don’t like sharks. My dad showed us Jaws at the wrong age.”

“Jaws. With the fake ass, mechanical shark?”

“I know. It doesn’t even look real.”, Dylan giggles.

You turn to glare at Steve with a joke-filled annoyed face. “So, yeah, I told Robin he might be too young but she insisted it wasn’t scary. He did fine though!”

“Oh my god. You two are the worst.”

“Me?! Why am I being lumped in with him?”, Eddie whines.

“Because! I’m sure you did something. I know it.”

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After you guys got home the boys announced they had one more surprise, demanding you and Dylan close your eyes as they guided you both up the stairs.

“Ok, you two, open ‘em.”

Your jaw dropped as your son gasped in excitement. Eddie and Steve had led you into the baby’s now finished room. They had completed painting the walls a light shade of pink before lining it with different mementos of the family. By her completely assembled crib, hung the Corroded Coffin banner you remembered had previously hung in Eddie’s room at the trailer. Along the other walls were posters for movies Steve had actually seen including The Princess Bride and Sleeping Beauty.

Next to a bookshelf in the corner, they had painted a simplified version of the Hogwarts logo from Harry Potter along with every family member name and the house they belonged to according to Dylan. Inside the shelf itself, there were books and photos of the entire family including Kierra, Wayne, and Robin. In another corner, boxes were leaning against the wall.

“Yeah, we haven’t gotten to set those up yet. That’s, uh, changing table and a rocking chair, I believe. Kid said we had to get a chair like that.” Dylan beamed up at Eddie as he spoke.

“I think now all we need is a basinet, highchair, and whatever those bouncy chair things are you can sit them in.”

“Bouncy chair thing…” Steve rolls his eyes as he reaches over to punch the boy’s arm. “Oh! And a car seat. Your sister said she knew someone who had a spare so she would bring it by later.”

“Do…do you like it, babe?” When you turned to answer him, the tears were already free flowing down your cheeks. “Oh, honey.”, he chuckles as he reaches for you and you collapse in his arms.

“What about you, dude? Do you like it? You can cry to if you want. I won’t tell anyone.” Eddie chuckles when Dylan makes a face at him.

“I think it’s really cool. Ro is going to love it.

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“Hey!” Steve playfully exclaims as he comes into the bedroom to find you and Eddie passionately kissing. “No ‘let’s wait for Steve’ or nothin’!”

You grin up at him as the metalhead’s lips trail away from yours down to you neck. Grabbing his shirt, you yank him to the bed, bringing his mouth to yours. “Thank you for today. It was so nice seeing Dylan smile like that again.”

“It was nice seeing you smile like that again to.”, Eddie adds as he sits up on one of his elbows.

“Um, excuse me. Who told you to stop kissing me?” They both laugh as he kisses your cheek.

“I’m going to be honest here. I really want to fuck you but I also really have no idea how with the…”, he gestures to your belly.

“Well, you see, Eds. You take that big, long thing below your waist and stick it—”

“Ay! Yeah, yeah, sweetheart. Thanks for the sass.”

“You just have to promise to be honest, honey, okay? If we’re hurting you or you feel like you need a break…”

“I promise.” Steve smiles as he starts removing his clothes. “Can I have you both?”

They glance at each other worriedly. “Is it…can we?”, Eddie asks.

“I can lay on my side…”

The metalhead grins as he climbs off the bed and takes off his sweatpants before gradually removing your sleepwear, lips gently caressing your baby bump as you run your fingers through his hair. A small squeak of surprise leaves his body as he feels his legs being pulled towards the end of the mattress.

Steve smirks as he descends to his knees and takes Eddie’s cock into his mouth, flattening his tongue as he takes the boy all the way down to the back of his throat.

“Yes, Steve. Jesus.”

Sucking on the pads of your fingers, you bring them to your clit as you moan watching them. Eddie cranes his neck to watch you, licking his lips at the sight. “Come here, baby.” He pats beside him but you hesitate as he reaches to adjust you over his face.

“Eddie…I… I’m too heavy.”

“Y/N, I love you but shut up. You are NOT too heavy.”, he giggles as he guides you on top of him. “Plus, if this is the way I’m meant to go than I will be the coolest guy in heaven.”

Before you can even respond, his tongue licks a long stripe through your folds. You balance your hands on his chest as he groans into your body.

“Fuck, princess. You taste different. Sweeter. Oh my god.” His tongue invades your entrance, driving you crazy as your eyes roll back. You whimper his name, feeling yourself clench around him. Eddie’s hips thrust up causing Steve to gag and cling to the man’s thighs.

He flicks his eyes up to you and you flash him a tiny smile as you grind your hips on the metalhead’s face. His thumb reaches up to rub fast circles on to your clit and you immediately cover your mouth, suppressing the need to scream his name.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, your body shutters as you cum. Mewling as Eddie runs his tongue back and forth, licking you clean. You carefully slide off him as Steve climbs up his body to kiss the man’s lips.

They place themselves on either side of you, tenderly kissing any part of your skin they can reach. Eddie grips your hips as he guides himself into your ass, Steve carefully watching your face before lifting your leg and holding your thigh in his hand before sliding into your entrance.

You whimper at the feeling of them as they slowly begin to thrust into you, your head resting on the pillow as it suffocates your moans.

“You…you okay, Y/N?”, Steve pants.

“Yeah, I’m—mmm—I’m alright. Feels…so good.” Eddie sweaty forehead falls against your shoulder as his hips roll, pushing himself deeper into you. “F-fuck, Eddie, baby. Like that.”

Your hands reach forward as you cling to the other man’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses along his jawline. “Steve, you… you can go a little faster. Please… please…I’m almost…”

When he does as you request, you feel as if your entire body is going to explode. A sweaty palm flew over your mouth as your head tilted backwards, moaning loudly as you came. Eddie came with you, grunting into your shoulder as he thrust ropes of his seed into you, wrapping his arms around your front to hold you to his chest.

Steve followed shortly after, his forehead falling to your own as his rhythm slowed, breathing silent moans onto your face as he came inside you. After pulling his cock out, he gently lowered your leg and rolled onto his back. When he turned his head to look at you, your eyes were closed but he knew you were still awake because your hand was tenderly stroking Eddie’s arm that was still clinging to you above your belly.

As for the man himself, all he saw was tussled hair that had fallen over your shoulder.

“You still alive, Munson?”

“Mhmm… just in heaven.” His answer made you laugh.

“Do I have to take a bath?”, you whined. Steve took that as his cue as he got up and headed for the bathroom, grabbing a rag to clean you with. “Thank you…for today.”

“You already thanked us, honey.”

“Well, I’m thanking you again!”

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4 Months Later

“Thank you for calling Family Video. This is Steve. How can I—”

“Steven!”

“Kierra? What’s wrong?!”

“Y/N’s water broke. We’re headed to the hospital. Get the other dork and get over here!”

“Kierra…be nice…”, your heavy breathing echoing in the background. “I love you!”

Steve hangs up the phone and practically jumps over the counter. “Whoa, Harrington! Where’s the fire?”

“Y/N’s in labor. I gotta…” She chuckles as he points to the door.

“Go! Send me a picture!”

The man gets in his car and speeds down the thankfully empty Hawkins streets to the mechanic shop to pick up Eddie who dives into the car the moment it pulls up.

They race to the hospital, your sister giggling as they skid down the hallway. “She’s in that room over there. Go be with your wife and I’m going to go get Dylan. He’s got a sister to meet.”

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With half lidded eyes, you smile as Eddie holds Aurora in his arms, his finger holding her tiny hand. A big toothy grin spreads across his face when he looks up and sees you and Steve watching him with adoration.

“Shut up.”, he chuckles.

“Mom?” Dylan runs to your bed as Steve lifts him up so he can hug you. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, weirdo. I’m just tired.”

“Ohhhhh…look at my niece.” Kierra starts to tear up as she sits beside the metalhead and runs her finger gently along the baby’s cheeks.

“Do you want to hold her?”, he asks.

“I do but I promised Dylan he could first.” She kisses Eddie’s cheek before he carefully stands and comes to your side. You position him so he’ll be more comfortable and the man slowly lowers her into his little arms. He smiles as Steve takes a picture.

“She’s so small.”

“Pfft, she didn’t feel that way.”, you giggle as you lean back against the pillow.

“When does she get hair like Steve’s?”

“Oh, dude, I’m afraid she’s going to have hair like mine unless we pray really hard she gets your mom’s gorgeous locks.” Eddie lightly messes his curls making your son laugh.

Dylan and Kierra stayed for a while before heading back home, your sister offering to watch him so the boys could stay with you. Wayne and Robin were going to come by sometime tomorrow and for that you were thankful, desperately ready to get some sleep.

Eddie had already beat you to it, curling up in the chair by the window. Steve, however, was fully alert as he kept an eye on you waiting for you to finish feeding her so he could put her in their makeshift crib.

“Steve? I wanted to wait till everyone was gone before I said anything…”

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing. I just…you haven’t held her yet.”

“Yeah, I know. I just thought…you know…Eddie should and then Dylan—”

“Steve”, you interrupted. “I know your scared. It’s okay. I promise…you’re not alone, remember? She loves you.”

He held out his hands as you lean forward and place the baby in his arms. “Hey, Ro. I, uh, I don’t know if you remember my voice but…”

Her mouth opens as a small coo emits from her lips. Steve shoulders start to relax as she turns her head towards his chest.

“I’m one of your daddies.”

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Hi :3

《~~~~》

He holds his son.

He holds his son like when his son was just a newborn. That small, frail body so full of life. He remembered crying along with his son because of the joy he felt. He felt so woozy that day too. But he slept it off.

He held his son's head, cradling the boy as he tried to fall asleep. He held his son's face near his, nuzzling his nose against the smaller one. He was so tiny. So frail. He was honestly scared of holding him, much to how his wife complained that he worried too much, he still did. He'd hold him like if he was glass. He felt like it.

So fragile, his boy.

He cradled his son's head in his hands as his body tried to sleep. He was at least 4 now. His mother died. Takaaki was all Kiyotaka had. Despite Toranosuke trying very much so to be a part of Kiyotaka's life, Takaaki wouldn't let him. Only if he needed to.

His boy cried silently that night and Takaaki listened in his own heartache. He held his boy, whispering that it'd be okay. That his mother will always be with them. Takaaki didn't believe himself. But Kiyotaka believed. His perfect boy. So sweet. Innocent. He wanted to protect him. To hold him in his arms forever.

He held his crying boy again when he was 6. Takaaki and Kiyotaka lost Toranosuke and were left in debt because of the scandal. Takaaki resented his father. But not now. Kiyotaka needed him. Needed to be in his arms as Takaaki tried to comfort him. Takaaki was all he had…

He remembered when Kiyotaka asked if Takaaki would leave him like his mother and grandfather.

Takaaki promised to never leave. And he asked for a promise right back that he wouldn't lose Kiyotaka. Kiyotaka loudly declared he'll never leave him. And Takaaki was glad. That night was peaceful. The two asleep in Takaaki's bed as Kiyotaka curled up next to him as Takaaki held him. A nice night with rumbling thunder.

He rarely held Kiyotaka. He never had time.

He held Kiyotaka when he'd been bullied in school. Takaaki wasn't told why, but he still comforted him. Middle school was going to be rough, huh? If only Takaaki had more time with him. He'd only silently beg for the hope that was spending more time with Kiyotaka.

Hope…

Huh.

Of the recent days before Hope's Peak time, Kiyotaka cried in the bathroom. All alone. Weeping. Why? Why was his boy crying? Who'd make him cry so much he needed to hide? Takaaki noticed how much Kiyotaka hid from him. All the pain. The worries. The suffering. All hidden away.

Takaaki couldn't reach him.

Couldn't hold him in his arms.

His boy…

If only they had more time.

Takaaki came into his room one night to check on him. Seeing how puffy his boy's eyes were. Seeing how wet his lids and cheeks had been. Feeling the freshly shed tears…

He held him gently. Keeping in his own tears as he feared for the worst if anything bad were to happen. He wanted to keep Kiyotaka in his arms forever if he could. To keep him there until they couldn't.

Then…

Kiyotaka just…

Takaaki never felt this much grief. His mother died. He lost his wife. He had debt. His life was dogshit. He'd been kicked and beat by life over and over.

Kiyotaka was all he had.

Was all he needed.

He was brought the body. Why bother? He saw him die. He watched as the life his boy had was stripped away from him. Why bother bringing him the body? Takaaki didn't need it. He didn't want to see it. Yet he still held him. Just like all the other times. Just peace. He can pretend his son is asleep.

That's it.

He's just asleep.

In his wonderful sleep. Dreaming. What was he dreaming today? He hoped it was a good one. A good dream. A dream that lasted an eternity.

He holds his boy, whispering that it'd be okay. He just needed to sleep. His father was here now. He was here. Where it's safe.

In his arms.

Where Takaaki can hold him forever.

For as long as he wanted.

#sam's talky talks #Sammy's fanfics #Okie bye– *runs away*#danganronpa #takaaki ishimaru #kiyotaka ishimaru

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bedlamsbard · 4 months

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“The soldier,” Thanos said. He flinched a little as one of Natasha’s widow’s stings hit him in the side of the head, but brushed it off as if it was nothing more than a mosquito bite. “The man out of…time.”

Thanos let the last word linger there between them. The Stones set across his knuckles glittered in the fading sunlight as he turned his left hand over, thoughtful.

He was a kid playing with a new toy, the kind of boy who burned the wings off flies with a magnifying glass and a sunbeam. Steve knew the exact instant Thanos realized he could use more than one of the Stones at the same time.

March 1945: With the deaths of Johann Schmidt and Steve Rogers only a month old, the SSR has spent the intervening weeks hunting down the last of Hydra’s holdouts. When Peggy Carter and the Howling Commandos are unexpectedly called back to London, however, the return of Steve Rogers from beyond the grave raises more questions than it answers – and draws the attention of a dangerous new enemy. (Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff)

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13: Good Old Days 161K, AU, WIP

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The glow was fading from Carol Danvers as a hatch clunked open on the spaceship, which huddled on the lawn like a broken-winged bird. The gangway creaked as it descended, a visible dent in it, and it stopped about two feet off the ground, tilting to the left. The woman who appeared at its top had to stomp her foot against it several times to get it to descend the rest of the way. If Bucky hadn’t been having what was easily the worst three weeks of his life – which was saying something – he might have been more surprised at her appearance; she was bald-headed, blue-skinned, and with metallic implants on her skull and a prosthetic left arm that made him feel a little less self-conscious about his own. Her gaze swept around them, searching, then focused on Rocket, who had started running when the hatch had opened. He stopped at its base, looking up at her. She shook her head a little and his whole body slumped, his ears and tail going slack with disappointment and dashed hopes. The blue-skinned woman ducked briefly out of sight and reemerged an instant later, supporting a gaunt man who leaned heavily on her shoulder as she helped him down the metal steps. Pepper Potts cried out, breaking into a run, but it was Rhodes who got there first, taking Tony Stark’s weight from the strange woman and saying something to him. Stark’s shoulders went slack with relief as he saw Rhodes and Potts, relaxing for a moment into their arms before he straightened up enough to look around. His gaze tracked Banner and Barton, then Sam, which got a slight frown, and Yelena, whom he looked at without recognition. Then he saw Bucky. He went tense, almost surging forward despite Rhodes’s restraining hand against his shoulder. He looked past Bucky, searching, then around again, looking for someone who wasn’t there. “Who’s dead?” he said. “Tony –” Rhodes began. “Let’s get inside –” “Who’s dead?” Stark insisted. “Steve’s dead,” Bucky said flatly. “So is Romanoff.”

#my fic #of home near #iw time travel concept #as always comments are appreciated

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babyboyagere · 17 days

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5 times Daryl should have known you were little and the time he found out.

Chapter 6 - I gotcha

tags: Cg! Daryl Dixon, Litte! Male Reader, Classification AU/littles are known

You and Daryl had been dating for a few weeks, and it was marvelous. Alexandria had made you feel safe enough to admit your feelings to one another (you admitted and Daryl awkwardly agreed) and you were happily enjoying getting to know Daryl as a boyfriend.

You were worried, however, that he could tell you were a little. The more you got to know this side of him, the safer you felt around him. You fell asleep back to back with him every night, told him stories from your life before, and he told you about his. You had nearly slipped around him several times, but did your best to keep yourself in check.

That is, until you dropped a glass on the floor and broke it. The crash, the exhaustion, the cut you got trying to clean it up were all too much, and you curled into a ball sobbing, your headspace hitting you at once like a high-diver hitting the water. Daryl immediately rushed to your side, assesing the damage.

"Hey, 'sokay, I'm here. I gotcha,' He tried to get you to look at him, but you just grabbed his neck and hid your face in his shoulder, still crying. He sighed and lifted you up, setting you gently on the counter. You grabbed tighter, not wanting to be put down.

"I know, I know," He whispered soothingly, "I gotta clean up the glass real quick.''

After sweeping up the shards and dumping them in the trash, he picked you up again and carried you to the couch. He set you gently in his lap, rocking you back and forth, his caregiver instincts immediately taking over.

"Can ya tell me wha's wrong?" He asked softly. You could only cry, curling your face into his chest. Everything was too much, you were too small, too overwhelmed, too exhausted to even form sentences. Daryl just rocked you, content to hold you as long as you needed. After a long time, you were able to speak in small, hiccupy breaths

"I- m'sorry- small- s'toomuch-" you turned your face back into his chest.

Daryl immediately had a moment of realization. OH. That was why you bit your cuticules till they bled, that was why you wanted the surpressants, that was why you were always exhausted. Daryl held you tightly to his body, hoping somehow to undo years of damage the apocalypse did to you. Some littles never recover from longterm suppresion, and end up physically and mentally disabled.

"Can you tell me how old you are baby boy?" You held up two fingers. "Thats very tiny!" he said, in a voice you've never heard him use.

He rummaged around in his pocket for something, then popped a plain blue paci into your mouth. You immediately suckled on it, your hiccups and cries quieting down.

"There we go, little one," he continued to rock you back and forth, relishing the soft moment with you. You began to squirm, your back hurting from being in an awkward position for so long, so he adjusted, moving so you were laying flat on his chest.

"Feel better, cutie?" He asked, running his hands through your hair and scratching gently at your scalp. You nodded sleepily, barely containing a yawn. Now that you were safe, all you could do was drift to sleep.

"I gotcha, sweetheart. You're safe now."

an: hope yall enjoyed!! Reblogs are really appreciated and a great way to show me that you liked this fic:)

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lyxanislive · 2 months

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Do you have any Shallura family headcanons? Also what are your thoughts on Shiro's family? Or lack thereof. Besides Keith ofc

Why Did this take a year to answer?

I didn't have any head canons. So I had to come up with some. Then those sucked and I changed them.

So here we go!!!!!

Allura and Shiro don't think they can get pregnant. The whole 10000 year sleep and clone thing not withstanding, some species just don't breed well like Galra and well … anything

They play fast and loose and neither suspect anything until one day Allura gets a weird version of slipperies. Shiro freaks out and goes to Coran who is the first to guess she's pregnant as this is a symptom is pregnant Alteans

After a bunch of tests they find out she is indeed pregnant. Shiro is delighted, Allura is terrified

Because there are no studies for Altean/Human hybrids, Doctors tell Allura she is a high risk pregnancy and want her to take extra precautions

This makes both Shiro and Coran *and by extension everyone else) treat her like glass that is on a wobbling table and she HATES it

The only person to not treat Allura like a fragile delicate flower is Keith. He becomes her confidante and when she wants everyone to get off her back she goes to hang out with Keith for “massages” or “pedicures” anything to make Shiro think they're not sparing or racing around the desert

Allura has every morning sickness symptom known to humans and Alteans. She hates it.

Hunk meal preps with Shiro every Sunday afternoon and continues to do so for like 6 months after.

Pidge hooks up like 900 baby monitors, even ones that can alert Coran

Lance helps with the nursery and tips for new baby

Matt breaks his finger helping Shiro set up a crib one afternoon

Keith is named the Altean version of God Father for the baby. He cries about it - he continues to keep Alluras secret about rough housing but he eventually stops being her go to trouble maker around month 6 as she is visibly pregnant and doesn't fit on his hover bike well

Romelle learns to knit just for the baby. She is awful at it but puts her whole heart into it. She makes a blanket, booties, hats and ear warmers for the baby

There's not even a discussion when they find out the baby is a boy. Alfor Harmonious Shirogane is just agreed on instantly

Alteans have a gestation period of 6 months. Alfor takes 8 months and Allura is VERY CRANKY and VERY PREGNANT

Labour is also awful for Allura - 38 hours under several doctors care but when he is finally born Allura is instantly normal as if she didn't just give birth

Alfor has very faint purple altean marks, they sometimes look like bruises. His ears are not fully rounded but nowhere near a full altean length. They do not fit into the pointed ear hats Romelle made. She makes new ones

Everyone cries when they meet Alfor for the first time. Especially Alfor.

Allura goes back to coalition work immediately and Shiro becomes a stay at home dad and he takes to it so well. He's Mr. Mom and even other mothers are impressed how he can get Alfor on a schedule, clean the whole home. He also works out with baby Alfor all the time.

Allura hates she cannot reason with a baby and though she's not a bad mom by any means, she's takes longer to settle into the role than Shiro. Alfor is a bit of a mammas Boy though since he cant see Allura all day he gravitates to her when she is home.

When Alfor is 3 Shiro starts making goo goo eyes about another baby but Allura had an AWFUL time with Alfor thar they start to explore other options

They eventually decide to have at least one more half altean child, and to save Allura the grief and morning sickness and hours of labor they test tube a baby and get a wearable tank for it. Think death stranding but without Norman Reedus.

For altean fetuses quintessence is vital so Allura has to wake up every 2 hours and transfer quintessence to the baby (because Allura is a litteral God of Alchemy she easily over does it and little does she know is making the 2nd most powerful alchemist in history)

This baby is a girl and Allura wants Shiro to pick the name. He panics and starts naming Anime characters until he falls on Temari and it's very close to an altean name so it gets chosen

Pidge and Lance DO NOT let Shiro forget they KNOW he watches Naruto. They nick name the baby “fighting dreamer” which Allura just thinks is cute but makes Shiro full body cringe when he hears it

Temari Dawn Shirogane is finally ‘hatched’ and by all accounts is healthy. She has bright pink Altean marks and pointed ears and Allura will never say out loud but she is thrilled

Temari walks and speaks late, not because she's incapable but because her brother does EVERYTHING for her. She points and Alfor does. He even speaks for her by understanding her non verbal ques

The siblings are pretty much inseparable but they do fight, despite being younger Temari usually wins because she can shape shift really early on

They are a happy little family with Allura doing coalition work, Shiro being a stay at home dad, and two adorable half Altean babies that are doted on by all the Paladins, Coran and Romelle.

When Alfor is 7 and Temari is 3 Shiro asks Allura if they can adopt someone like they had originally planned to do before the surprise pregnancy. Allura agrees and they set ground rules: under 10 years old, no Galra, has to get along with the kids

They set up “play dates” at Diffrent orphanages because they need to make sure Alfor and Temari are okay with their new sibling. These go okay but they never quite find the last piece to their family

For two weeks Allura is away on a diplomatic mission, and Shiro brings the kids out to visit her and they decide to go to the local orphanage in this star system just to see

While At the orphanage Temari wanders off and sits with a half galra boy just trying to read on his own in the corner. She's still babied by Alfor so she doesn't talk. This kid is annoyed by her at first but eventually gives in and starts reading to her. When she wants to get up she grabs his hand and leads him around and the kid begrudgingly Follows.

He's A 12 year old half galra named Vexel and he reminds Shiro so much of Keith that Shiro's Almost foaming at the mouth to adopt this kid. Allura is unsure.

Later in her stay Allura goes to the orphanage alone to meet Vexel. He's quite - kinda moody - but really smart. Allura asks him if he wants To be adopted and he says “I won't be but thats okay as long as the other kids get good homes.” And this breaks Alluras heart and she calls Shiro right there.

After discussions with Alfor and Temari they foster Vexel, until legally adopting him once he's comfortable.

Alfor Loves his brother but still claims he's the oldest. Vexel and Alfor get along great and Temari is still babied by both of them

Allura winds up taking Vexel on trips a lot to let him explore places and he becomes more of a mammas boy as well

Temari is 100% a daddys girl… and a little princess to her big brothers

Alfors favorite uncle is Lance because he's funny. Temaris is Hunk because he always sneaks her treats. And Vex likes both Keith and Pidge but for different reasons (keith is half galra and drives fast while Pidge is the smartest)

ALL GROWN UP

Alfor grows up to be an artist. Something neither Shiro or Allura prepared for but the kid has incredible talent so he is sent to great art schools and Allura often gifts one of his many works to any diplomatic place she opens. Shiro still has a lot of his art from when he was a child. Alfor eventually opens up the “Takashi Art Gallery” on earth, the place he feels most at home. He never learned to pilot properly, Shiro blames his skills on his mother.

Temari is a gifted alchemist and winds up studying and learning with other Alteans. She is exceptional at construction Alchemy like her grandfather and has built many ships with her aunt Pidge. She is the first to find the restored “Oriande” after it was thought destroyed by Haggar. Temari is always a daddys girl and Is the best pilot of the siblings.

Vexel is a Doctor who Specializes in mixed species. He himself Is half galra and growing up with half Altean siblings he has learned a lot. He is the head Doctor at a cross species clinic. As a teen he writes and publishes a paper on his siblings puberty which wins him accolades and a full ride scolarship which MORTIFIES Temari.

Fun things

Morning people: Shiro and Alfor

NOT morning people: Allura, Temari, Vexel

Has crashed a ship: everyone but Shiro

Most Swears: Alfor

Pickiest eater: Temari

Most spoiled: Vexel

Worst jokes: Shiro

Best at sports: Allura

#shallura #shiro x allura #shiro and allura

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The Phantom of the Opera | Seoul, South Korea | 집팬텀 x 송크리 Review 5/6

October 13, 2023 - Evening / 1500th Korean performance

The Phantom of the Opera | 김주택 Kim Ju-taek/Julian Kim

Christine Daaé | 송은혜 Song Eun-hye

Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny | 황건하 Hwang Gun-ha

Carlotta Giudicelli | 이지영 Lee Ji-young

Oh another incident of me making excuses to see this show again...

@capitanogiorgio really wanted to go and how could I miss the chance to go with a great friend

it was the 1500th Korean performance

I wanted to see Ju-taek with a completely different cast rotation

...it's King Ju-taek, that's reason enough

It was meant to be because when I checked in with her after ticketing, I had bought a seat right in front of hers without even trying. I was just aiming for the general area. So yeah I'm justified! The stars aligned! No regrets, because this was another performance that blew me away and oh boy I cried again somehow what is this dark magic being done to me

I'm so dumb and I left my binoculars in my hotel room so I literally had to run to grab them and my art print for Yoon Young-seok during intermission. Like I said before though, the Charlotte is very small. The view from the last two seats genuinely doesn't feel that far away like it might at the Majestic. It's just difficult distinguish expressions. Any pair of binoculars and opera glasses can easily rectify that.

Backstage | Little Lotte / The Mirror

Quoting Ceci's notes "XOXO Gossip girl André" I just needed to note his dramatic "WoOoOw~!" and silly teenage girl giggling as they left Raoul to be alone with Christine. So scandalous! We both especially liked his delivery in The Mirror this performance. Even with such a powerful commanding voice he's able to make himself sound gentler and a lot less intimidating in response to Christine. Her words clearly have an affect on him, softening him. He called to her more quietly and eerily this time, but oh that nice little build up again in the final words telling her to come closer? Chef's kiss. Very nice range.

The Music of the Night

As with Dong-seok, SEH Christine was more curious about him and is not the fully obedient student like SJS Christine. It makes it interesting when she's paired with the more controlling Phantoms like KJT or CJR. Even so, these two had some interesting chemistry. He actually got a bit too caught up in the moment, leaning in very close to her (the almost kiss). There was a little bit more urgency when he quickly backed away even though he immediately pretended to be composed again. So maybe she hadn't fully given in yet, but she definitely was getting a little too curious. Both shows it did look he kept getting pulled by small stirrings of something from the intimacy, but he was always quick about brushing it off. This night for the line, "마침내 내 것이 될 순간 / The moment you'll finally be mine" - he put the whispered emphasis on "be mine" By the end, she was definitely more convinced by him and open to listening. But of course, getting jumpscared by a bride replica of yourself might be a bit of a vibe killer so hm that progress kinda dropped

Stranger Than You Dreamt It

Like I said, I left my binoculars for Act 1 so this part was kinda agonizing because I couldn't see facial expressions. But he really sounded more exposed and hysterical after his unmasking than before. He ended his outburst with loud gasps and even the first half of STYDI which was clearly meant to sound intimidating and harsh felt shaky. Once again, SEH Christine didn't take her eyes off of the Phantom when he came near. She began to reach for him when he was close like she had done with JDS Phantom, but he turned away too quickly...

Why Have You Brought Me Here? / All I Ask of You

Side-eyeing the hell out of HGH Raoul again, but extra this time. Until he's just about to start AIAOY, he just comes across as judgmental and irritated with her. Although I definitely prefer him over Hadley, he's a little too much of that type of hot-headed for me. I found it funny that Ju-taek talked about HGH Raoul always being angry. Like even directing his anger at Christine (he noted his way of shouting "이쪽으로 와요 / Come this way!!!" at Christine before she takes him to the rooftop and the way he shouts at Madame Giry). It's too accurate 😭 Anyway, not technically a bad performance, just not my preference with personalities for Raoul. I think he would suit the role of the Phantom a lot more when he’s older 👀 To more briefly summarize this I'm quoting Ceci's notes again: "Tiger big douche tonight?" I will give him that he is very cute during AIAOY and I wish he would continue to be this cute. He was romantic and very passionate about it! I just have a radio performance to share so sadly you won't get the real feeling, but it's at least a little taste?

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Wandering Child

I know the Phantom's murdering and kidnapping and whatnot but this is in his top crimes like he's a real bitch for this. He made himself sound so safe and inviting in 'Wandering Child' like leave her alone you weirdo!! And SEH Christine responds with "아빠 - Father?" whenever the Phantom calls for her to come closer at the end of the trio's singing. No, girl, no! 😭 His voice made a complete transformation after being interrupted by Raoul. Suddenly, he had a strong terrifying authoritative presence.

The Point of No Return

I loved how he gently tilted her chin with his fingers during the beginning of his half of the song like Dong-seok had at my first performance 🤭 His voice felt really strong, he really seemed determined and confident, but once again he was absolutely on edge when they get to the bench and struggling to grasp for that "control" he thought he had. They ended the song very close!! He wasn't even able to finish singing the final word. The adrenaline rush was gone. He was scared now. Despite being so intense before, his voice and the way he went to take her hand for the ring became so gentle, but also desperate and rushed at the same time. ...but why did the rooster NO!! get funnier to me. I'm so sorry!

Final Lair

During ‘Down Once More’ she tried to touch him, but he grabbed her angrily to stop her. I think she tried to reach to him or touch him a few other times like when she said she didn’t fear his face anymore, but this only made him panic and lash out more. He was really agitated and on edge! There were a lot more aggressive responses as attempts to suppress his doubts about his actions. Deep down he knew he sensed what he was doing was wrong, but he kept clinging to this feeling of betrayal and the excuse of his face to justify pushing forward. But we're past the point of no return, we can only go full speed ahead now. The way he mocked Raoul seemed so calm, but when HGH Raoul started snapping at him he matched his energy a lot more viciously than when interacting with SWG Raoul. He pounded his chest during the line "이 모든 건 이미 결정된 것 / Everything has already been decided" with a pained emphasis on 'decided'. I think deep inside he already might have known what the ending would have to be Ohhhh when Raoul asked why he would force her to choose a lie this time it enraged the Phantom so much he grunted loudly and looked like he was about to actually strangle him when he lunged at him. SEH Christine was brave about blocking his path and he stormed off again because he couldn't hurt her. But it's kind of funny to me that Ju-taek said the aggression from HGH Raoul triggers more anger from him (that was clear), but when facing SWG Raoul he almost feels bad for him. He also said putting the noose on SWG Raoul is easy, but then HGH Raoul is kinda scary and angry. Personally, I think that putting a noose on HGH Raoul is the equivalent of putting a chihuahua leash on a tiger and hoping it'll hold. The way he gave his "믿었다... 날 믿었다고... / Trusted...you trusted me" reply was sharp, almost sarcastic and he shouted for her to make her choice looking seriously anguished. She looked wounded and sobbed before she began to respond. The kiss was similar to the one with SJS and SEH Christine really didn't want to leave him either. She was trying to stretch her hand out to him while HGH Raoul kept insisting they needed to leave. When he called himself the angel of death she was shaking her head. Hadn't she just expressed something different to him? It looked like it hurt her to still hear those kinds of words from him. But the weight of his guilt was really crushing him so much that he couldn't take it. He fell to the ground crying hard when he chased them away. Upon seeing Christine return, he sighed a little. She was whimpering and sobbing as he told her that he loved her and she nodded slowly in return. He really tried hard to make it look like he was at peace with letting her go, but it was clear he wasn't ready. The moment her hand left his, he let out a shaky sigh like she was his very breath being taken away from him when she ran off crying. But he didn't try to stop her in any way. He just kissed the ring softly and walked picked up the veil on the ground. He quietly repeated her name into the veil over and over again lovingly before he did the same action with the veil singing his final lines. Even though SEH Christine doesn't look at her Phantoms, she sounded mournful and shaky on the way out. I don't think she'd even be able to handle looking at him again

Here's yet another special commemorative audience photo woo! Ceci and I stretched into the aisle so we could find ourselves later and not just be a blur in the crowd and well...there we are. I think he took like 3 different poses before deciding the last one was the right one heh

I think in general the cast was on fire! There was a lot of good energy since it was another special performance. Part of the multiple reasons I chose to attend! After this I could say with confidence that Kim Ju-taek has now ended up being in my top favorite Phantoms. I know he had performance experience from opera, but I still can't believe he's been able to come up one of the most unique perspectives I've seen for this role for his first musical. Now my friends and I have all sorts of future role ideas, so I hope he continues to do musicals in the future! Just one more review left now~

It's promo time enjoy some performances to cleanse your ears!

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bangtanxmegan · 1 year

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bts reaction - your child see him crying

MIN YOONGI

Yoongi was frustrated because he couldn't finish a song. He tried to do everything but nothing turned out the way he wanted.

He just laid his head on the table and started to cry. Yoongi heard the studio door open and quickly wiped his face and composed himself when he saw his 6 year old son enter.

"Daddy, I already had lunch, now we can go... are you crying?"

"No."

"But your eyes are red... - Isac approaches and sits on his father's lap, hugging his waist. - "Okay, now you can cry."

Yoongi tries his best not to sob as the tears fall.

KIM SEOKJIN

You and Jin had a horrible argument, it was definitely the worst ever. Feeling very guilty, he decided to sit in the backyard and let all the accumulated tears fall freely.

"Daddy, please don't cry. You're too beautiful for that." - Kira approaches and sits next to her father.

Jin is startled and wipes his tears, a weak smile appears on his lips.

"I never cry, you know that."

"Don't lie to me, young man." - the child hugs him. - "Mom is just a little stressed. If you give her some chocolate, she'll talk to you again."

"Thanks for the help."

JUNG HOSEOK

Hoseok was chopping onions and his eyes were watering.

"I hate chopping onions." - He wipes the tear that fell with his blouse.

"Daddy, are you crying?" - Your daughter enters the kitchen, facing her father.

"No my love, it's just the onions" - you said to the child.

The girl doesn't pay attention to you and run to hug Hoseok's legs, starting to cry.

"Daddy, don't cry."

"My little baby, don't cry. If you cry then I'll cry."

He bent down to hug her, also starting to cry.

It took you a long time to calm down them.

KIM NAMJOON

"I just can't do it anymore. You always put your job first and forget about me and Jiwoo." - you point your finger at Namjoon's face. -"Don't forget that you are my husband and we have a teenage daughter who needs you."

Namjoon starts to cry, sitting on the floor in front of you.

"I swear I try to do my best and be more present, but you need to understand my..."

"I don't want to hear you play the victim, Namjoon." - you go to the table and grab your bag. - "I'm going out to eat something. I'll be right back."

Namjoon cries even more, letting the guilt wash over him.

"Daddy, drink some water."

Jiwoo hands the glass to his father, helping him drink all the liquid. The girl sits there stroking Namjoon's back waiting for him to calm down.

PARK JIMIN

Your son had been in the hospital for nearly three weeks and was showing no improvement. Jimin was trying to be strong, doing everything to help you.

He told you to go home and rest, because he would keep an eye on your son. While he slept, Jimin played with his hair and silently cried.

"Please get well soon..."

"I promise I'll get better." - the boy wakes up and kisses Jimin's face. - "Lie here with me?"

Jimin nods and climbs onto the bed, hugging his son.

KIM TAEHYUNG

Yeontan had passed away due to old age last night, everyone in the house was sad but Taehyung was the one who was the most shaken. The puppy that was part of the best moments of his life would no longer be there. Never.

Taehyung cried looking at the photos on his cell phone, especially the one where Yeontan was sleeping with the twins.

"Dad, he's in a much better place." - Lia kisses his face.

"I heard that good dogs go to heaven and eat treats for eternity." - Leonardo plays with Tae's hair. - "Tantan was a good dog. I bet he has a full belly now."

"He sure is."

Taehyung gives the first smile after hours.

JEON JUNGKOOK

"Breakup? You're kidding, right?" - Jungkook cry.

"No. Our relationship isn't working and you know it very well." - you wipe his tears. - "I don't want Tony to live with us just fighting."

Jungkook sits on the couch and is silently staring at the white wall.

"I'm going to stay at my mother's house. Tomorrow I'll come back to get my stuffs and we'll talk better."

You kiss his cheek and go upstairs to your room.

Tony runs to sit next to Jungkook, hugs his dad and puts on a cartoon he knew his father loves to watch.

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elennalore · 1 year

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Devotion (865 words, rated M)

My ficlet for @angbangweek Day 6. Prompt: Temples | Sacrifice.

Characters: Khamûl, Mairon.

Gen with background Melkor/Mairon.

Summary: Young Khamûl spies on the God-King in a temple and becomes his unexpected confidant.

I hope it is still okay to post this for Angbangweek even though it became Khamûl’s origin story in the end! But there is Melkor/Mairon, too.

Read it below or on Ao3.

From his watching place behind one of the pillars, Khamûl saw the foreign man die. He saw the light of the Sun flash from the polished surface of the golden sickle as it cut the air and then – the man’s exposed throat. The foreign man had been screaming a moment before, but now he gave a strange gurgling sound as his blood sprayed onto the altar stone and his life left him. His body, held by two temple servants, twitched once or twice before it went limp and still. In a moment it was over, there was no more blood to offer to the stone; the golden sickle was withdrawn. In absolute silence, the servants bowed and retreated, dragging the body between them. They passed the pillar behind which Khamûl was hiding, but he was lucky, and they didn’t notice him. He dared to exhale only after they had left.

He could not hide from the God-King, however.

“I know you are there. Step forward, boy.”

His heart was pounding with fear, but even though he was just the butcher’s son and not a temple servant, he knew he should not hesitate when the God-King gave him a direct order. So, he came out of his hiding place and took a couple of steps on the mosaic floor, towards the altar. His eyes were fixed on the reddish rays of light on the floor – sunlight was coming through the tinted glass window. Then he remembered his manners and quickly prostrated himself before the God-King, his forehead touching cool mosaic tiles. He could not quite hear his steps, but somehow he knew that the God-King had come nearer.

“Rise.” The voice of the God-King sounded almost amused. Khamûl didn’t dare to look up.

“How long have you been here? How many sacrifices did you see?”

“Nine,” Khamûl admitted. “All of them.”

“And do you think it is enough?”

His eyes averted from a puddle of blood in front of the altar, still dripping down the smooth stone steps. “I don’t know. Perhaps, if it helps?”

The God-King laughed, and it was not a pleasant laugh at all. “If it helps to get him back – indeed! You must think of me as desperate, trying to get him back. And perhaps I am!”

“Never, my King!” Khamûl cried out, horrified. He had seen what the God-King did to heretics. Besides, he was not one. He had seen God-King’s powers and knew that he spoke the truth about the mighty Vala who was betrayed and cast into the Void.

The God-King came to sit down on the altar steps, careful to avoid the spots still dripping with blood, and gestured Khamûl to join him. He hesitated only for a moment. The God-King looked almost vulnerable all of a sudden. Khamûl was both attracted and scared of his attention. He didn’t dare to look on his left where the God-King was seated, a couple of steps higher than him. When a firm hand came to rest on his shoulder, all fear left him, though. He knew that the God-King sought for connection, or maybe a listener.

“I loved him,” The God-King said after a long pause, his voice heavy with emotion. “Melkor made me what I am today. He taught me everything and opened his heart to me. And they took him away from me! They hurt him and pushed him outside the borders of Arda!”

A soft palm, unnaturally warm, cupped Khamûl’s chin and turned his head so that he was forced to meet those strange burning eyes.

“I will do anything to get him back. Do you believe me?”

Khamûl watched the passion burn in the immortal eyes and shivered. “I believe you,” he assured him.

The God-King studied him with great interest. No one had watched Khamûl like that before, as if he had really seen the restless spirit hiding behind his eyes – his true self.

“You don’t fear me.” The words were said in an admiring voice. A little smile flickered across the God-King’s face. “Not like the others.”

To his surprise, Khamûl realized that it was so. He had feared the God-King before –they all did– but now the feeling had changed into something else. “It’s true, my King.”

The God-King cocked an eye at him. “And what do you think of me then?”

Khamûl thought about it. “You have a passionate heart, and you love your Vala a lot.”

The God-King let go of his chin and laughed again, but his laughter sounded less desperate this time.

“I like you, boy. Would you like to come with me when I leave your city? For I must go away one day. There’s more work to do.”

“Yes,” he said without thinking.

The God-King smiled again, and Khamûl wondered if this devotion he felt in his heart was the same the God-King felt towards Melkor. There was a twinkle in his King’s eye as he leaned forward to whisper something in Khamûl’s ear. His ceremonial robes smelled of smoke and ash and blood.

“My real name is Mairon,” he revealed a secret, the first of the many between them, and Khamûl’s heart leapt with unexpected joy.

#Angbangweek2023 #mairon #angbang #khamul #my fic #silm fic #sauron #tar-mairon #khamûl #melkor

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cd-head · 1 year

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now i find i’ve grown into a tall child.

characters ; parrotx2, rekrap2, spokeishere, mapicc, roshambogames, princezam, ashswag, reddoons, itzsubz, vitalasy, yeahjaron, planetlord, baconnwaffles0.

relationships; parrotx2 & rekrap2, parrotx2 & spokeishere, mapicc & roshambogames, mapicc & princezam, ashswag & reddoons, itzsubz & vitalasy, yeahjaron & planetlord, yeahjaron & baconnwaffles0.

tags ; hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, poetic ish, implied alcoholism, yearning to be a kid again

word count ; 1546

authors note ; i wrote this at 2 am and finished at 5 am and now its 6 am i apologize

RBS > LIKES

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“if you feel nothing, why are you shaking?”

and parrot had no reply. he stared forward up at the stars as his wings pulled tight around his body and suddenly there was a tightness in the back of his throat and water spilling down his cheeks.

he felt like a little kid, one who wanted to run to his mom and cry in her arms. but he couldn’t. for she wasn’t here. but rek was.

rek didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around the avian, to hold him close to his chest as he rocked and hummed. to provide what comfort he could to the sobbing boy.

parrot clung tightly to the older boy’s shirt and crumpled and crinkled the fabric as if he was a little kid once more as sobs racked his entire body.

rek sat there and took it, feeling like a adult that was holding tightly onto their child begging them to breathe.

perhaps he was.

“if you truly feel nothing then why are you shaking? why don’t you leave?”

parrot had asked. how hypocritical. spoke would argue he was shaking more than he was! and spoke had sworn to never leave.

but he didn’t say that as he simply shrugged, his voice not a siren for once but a sad dying bird who sung it’s last song.

“i don’t know. maybe it’s easier for your brain to handle a lie than the truth?”

“spoke?”

“yeah?”

“i’m tired.”

“yeah. yeah i am too.”

and they both turned to the stars and wished they could ask a god who sat behind a cracked glass why must they live with hearts that aren’t their own.

and arms wrapped around each other and home whispered in their voice that it wasn’t their fault as the two clung to what little they had.

the salt in their tears was harsh on their wounds.

“if you feel nothing, why are you shaking? what’s going on?”

mapicc trembled in reply as the vomit in his throat spread to his mouth and splattered on the pavement. he couldn’t tell if he was crying due to the burning in his throat or the burning in his mind.

ro’s gentle hands (even if mapicc saw the blood on his knuckles. it matched his own.) pulled him away from the vomit on the ground and held him as he trembled and shook.

no words were uttered that night but those few. no words but the warmth of a body holding your cold one as you shook and trembled in the night.

longing for your mothers touch. but your friends shall do, for your mother doesn’t love you but your friend does.

they were children. they were murderers. they were kids.

‘if he feels nothing then why is he shaking?’

mapiccs mind repeated those words (it felt like a mockery. a turn on ro’s soothing words.) as he stared at zam before him, he should drive an axe through his beautiful neck for looking at him.

he found his hands empty and trembling beneath the stars as zam opened his mouth. he heard it over the rain pounding his cold corpse and the ringing in his ears.

mapicc was not dead, he was not hurt. but he felt like a true corpse. a body that had been reanimated. a puppet. a toy for use.

“know that i loved you. know that it wasn’t enough. and it’s not your fault.” was all zam uttered.

when mapicc cried this time, it mixed with the rain and his knees clicked and clattered but no one came to help the man sobbing in the rain.

the man in the rain didn’t wish to be helped.

“if you feel nothin’.. then why are you drinkin’? why are you shaking so bad then?”

ash’s voice was as soft as snow and yet it cut red deeper than a dagger as his hand gripped tighter on the bottle as if to hide the tremors that ran through his body.

a swig. burning hot liquid dripped down his throat and some burned behind his eyes. he wished he could drown it as if it was beer.

he wished he could drown as hands pulled at his trembling ones, wished he could die as they pulled his hands off of the bottle.

red felt, truly felt, like he was being held under water as a warm body met his chest and face. he wished his tears would kill him.

yet it didn’t. no matter how hard he cried.

“if you do feel nothing, why are you here?”

red had no answer. he found his tongue cut out and wouldn’t be surprised if he looked to the floor and would find his flesh mocking him on the floor.

his body trembled harshly in the raging winds, and the warmth he sought for loomed before him. he stumbled toward and the warmth caught him, it accepted the coldness of his body and held him tight.

“shhh… sh i got you.” was all red heard from ash, from warmth, from home as the door shut and the true coldness was trapped inside the home of warmth.

he didn’t deserve this and yet he let himself seep into the warmth like a child in their mother’s grasp. desperate for the feeling of love.

but cold cant warm warmth, and warmth cant make cold colder. perhaps in the end they could even each other out.

for now they would breathe together.

“if you feel nothing, then why am i here? why are you shaking then?”

the ram blinked in reply at vitalasys words. listening to how they cracked and trembled.

vital was truly terrible at hiding hjs emotions, while subz was too good at it. a man who wore his heart on his sleeve and a man who hide his heart in a chest barbed with wire.

locked with no key to be found other than jammed in the heart that bled onto a sleeve.

the silence hung between them was louder than the stars that glimmered down at them, the breeze in the trees and moon that shined above their heads spoke louder before subz had written words to speak.

before he had lifted his tongue and used it as a flute to sing and tell truths and lies, and he hoped vi knew this one was a truth.

he hoped his trembles showed the truth.

“because i care about you.”

“you do?”

“of course.”

“good. because i care about you too subz!”

and god should smite subz for how he smiled at vitalasy, feeling like a little boy in the summer breeze.

“if you feel nothing, then why do you look so scared?”

it was subz’s turn to ask. and vitalasy found himself trembling in reply as he felt the blood on his hands turn cold and harden onto his skin and fur.

he felt sick, he felt empty, he felt nothing. but nothing was never truly nothing, because in the end. everything is nothing, but nothing cannot be everything.

and is that not curious? how one thing can be the other but the other cannot be the thing. because nothing is the absence of a thing, and everything is every little thing. so in its own title, everything is nothing.

so vitalasy felt everything and nothing all at once. for theyre a pair. true opposites yet they stand together.

it reminds him of subz and himself.

“i’m not scared.”

“you’re trembling.”

“… okay yeah i’m scared.”

“of what?”

“nothing. everything. myself. you.”

“if you feel nothing, then why are you shaking?”

jaron found his voice gone in the wind as he locked eyes with planet. he wished to sob in the other man’s arms but there is nothing more humiliating then your own desires.

his hands trembled from those desires, the one that ran a sickly cord from his eyes to his throat, to the depths of his stomach.

there is points where longing gets too much, so jaron clenches his jaw everytime he feels that yearning.

perhaps that was why his jaw constantly hurt.

“what is it you feel?”

“nothing."

“why do you lie to me?”

“because.. i’m scared.”

“of?"

“living. i’m scared of living planet.”

the silence that followed felt like butter spreading on toast. it was good, it was nice. it was horrifying, it was evil.

it was everything.

“why are you shaking?”

jaron stared at the ceiling, his arms crossed over his chest as his chest rose steadily and a pillow soft under his head.

he felt bacon’s eyes prying on him, his body trembling slightly in a way too subtle to be labeled that he was just cold.

jaron wondered how long bacon had been staring.

bacon waited for a reply as snoring echoed in the next room.

“bacon, i’m not a good person.”

and bacon sat there, waiting for jaron to confess a crime but neither did jaron’s body or lips move.

“so? we’re all bad people jaron. everyone’s a bad person. why should i see you different for trying to survive?”

no reply met bacons ears. he didn’t want one. he laid his head back down and closed his eyes and let the last words to be uttered be a promise.

“goodnight, i’ll see you in the morning.”

“.. night.”

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thegingerwrites · 2 months

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✨ 15 Questions for Friends ✨

Thanks @dark--whisperings and @virahaus for tagging!

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1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope.

2. When was the last time you cried?

It's been a while but I think I teared up a bit while watching All of us Strangers otherwise I'm not really sure. Edit: nevermind, I know exactly when it was. I was chopping onions literally last night and was full blown crying because of it

3. Do you have kids?

No, I do not!

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

I did cross country and track throughout high school. In middle school I was on the varsity golf team and before that I played soccer. Nowadays I mostly run 🏃

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Not really?

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I thought a lot about this question because my first answer was 'not their faces lol'. I have a really hard time remembering names and faces so I want to say that the first thing I notice about people is usually their hair or their clothes or whether they're wearing glasses or not, big things that catch the eye.

7. What's your eye colour?

Blue/green

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

There was a while when I absolutely could not watch scary movies at all but over the last few years I've started getting into them. That said, choosing between the two I would still go happy endings all the way. I'd prefer a comedy over a horror film even though horror can be a lot of fun

9. Any talents?

I have a really hard time differentiating between talents and skills because I feel like every idea that came to mind is something I had to work at and learn. I do think I'm pretty good at that though--having the patience to try new things and being bad at them at first before persevering enough to become kind of good at them. But if I needed to compete in an emergency talent show, I can juggle a little and play the clarinet.

10. Where were you born?

New York, babyyyy

11. What are your hobbies?

One could say I have too many hobbies. Sort of coinciding with question 9, I like trying new things. I picked up sewing out of sheer stubbornness a few years ago because I wanted to learn how to mend some of my clothes. I just started bookbinding with Renegade Book Bindery's Binderary events and I have to take pictures of the books I made. I just finished knitting a few projects. My birthday was this past week and I like to bake my birthday cake every year. I have a sketchbook I'm trying to fill and I watercolor a little bit even though I'm not good at it. I really need to make time to play my clarinet more often. I like to hike and go camping with my dad in the summers...I have a little bit too much to occupy my time.

12. Do you have any pets?

I have a cockapoo named Skipper who is my very best boy.

13. How tall are you?

5'8''

14. Favourite subject in school?

English or History depending on the teacher and I always loved band and chorus

15. Dream job?

Getting paid to write lol. I'm always kicking around ideas for original work in the background of everything else.

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These were cute questions! I spent way too long thinking about them lol. If you want to answer them too, consider yourself tagged!

#tag game #personal

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amajorartattack · 11 months

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My General ROTTMNT Donatello Headcanons:

- He’s the tallest at 6′6″, alright. Like the longer neck of a softshell turtle my guys, is what gives him the height over Raph, if he didn’t have the long neck, he’d be the second tallest. - Longer snoot, not always able to see on forward facing shots cuz of perspective. His brothers always boop it, and when they first started doing so it annoyed him to all hell and back, but he’s used to it now. - Sometimes presses his nose against his brothers, Splinter, or April, to show his affection (Kinda like a headbutt...kinda.) - He often paints his nails, usually purple, or black. But he’s painted them other colors, usually they would be some variant of blue, orange, or red. - Alright, I saw a post...pin thing on Pinterest, and it was where Leo and Donnie had heterochromia, and shared one of the colors, and I absotively posilutely loved it. So yes, he has heterochromia, and shares the red with Leo. - Also fucking Disaster Twins my beloveds. - Unable to control when his tail wags, but it usually happens when he’s working on something and it’s all coming together, when he’s proud of himself or others, or excited for something. - The fastest swimmer of all of them, and likes to swim, especially when he was younger. - Gamer Boi (yes I know this is technically canon, but.) He streams, and makes videos of him gaming, and there has been many Donnie rage compilations going around (totally not made by Leo) - When he was younger he rarely spoke, and when he did everyone made sure to be quiet and let him do so. - When he gets really overwhelmed, he rarely speaks, or goes completely non-verbal. - Is the second best artist, he needs to be able to draw up designs for his tech, this is one of the main ways that him and Mikey bond. This also is a way that he can communicate if goes non-verbal. - Huge horror fan, especially in game form, but still absolutely gets scared. But that’s the point of it. - Overworks himself, and stays up very late. He has insomnia, but doesn’t always do anything to help with it. - Splinter has gotten him melatonin gummies, that are safe for Donnie to consume, and he has them in a drawer by his bed. (It’s still a little more than half full.) He only eats them if he’s unable to sleep when he’s already in bed. - He is genuinely great with kids, but claims to not like them. He has said this while a kid was doing it’s damnedest to use Donnie as a jungle-gym, and he did pretty much nothing to stop it. - Like; April: Donnie, you should come help me with work at *insert random restaurant that is catered to kids*, it’ll be fun. Donnie (letting a kid mess with his claws): Now why would I do that? I don’t like kids. April: You’re-but. EH?! - He is the older twin, and has used it to his advantages against Leo. He’s like two minutes older. - For as much as he likes pizza, his favorite food is actually ramen, especially seafood ramen. He knows all of the ramen places in New York, and has them labeled from best to worst. (He cries a little inside whenever he sees that the top most best place is closed.) - Knows all new slang, but chooses to not say it, or claims to say it ironically. Also has more than likely created a new slang word without knowing. - Woops ass in Mario Kart, and always plays as Bowser. Claims he’s the best character to play as because of his high speed stats, even if he has a lower acceleration stat. - Honestly to me, this guy is Demisexual/romantic, he’s gotta be able to trust and feel trust before making any claims about a relationship. - Genderfluid, most often he feels like he’s a guy, and uses he/him pronouns. - Also wears contacts, and if he doesn't have any (even though he typically always keeps a good stock of them,) he wears glasses. - Connecting the 7th and 11th lil hc thing, Donnie does not stream or record videos of himself playing horror games, because he knows that his brothers will see them, and he doesn’t want his videos to be the source of any of their nightmares.

(Imma more than likely just add onto this when I think of more shit to add. This is mainly because I posted this at 4 am, and I was really tired, and so now that I’m more awake I’m thinking of other things to add.)

#rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #donnie #rottmnt headcanons

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The Stranger Stampy Circus: Chapter 6

The sixth chapter of a long series I am making!

NOTICE: This is 11+! Throughout this story, there will be light mentions of blood, death, war, darker humor, and violence. While nothing here is explicit, if this bothers you in any way, keep on moving. Trust me. I won't be mad.

AN: I am making this not only on here but on google docs. This is a crossover between Stranger Things, Stampy's Lovely World, The Amazing Digital Circus, and Wonka. Each chapter will have a name of one of the characters (or main POV's I refer to them as,) and whoever's name is on the chapter title is the person narrating the chapter.

Anyways, enjoy TSSC!

Chapter 6: Vecna

After dinner, everyone went to bed… except for me. How could someone die such a horrible death? I mean, I have experienced some horrific deaths, but how did that specifically happen? I know it’s video game logic, however, this is different. The person is actually dead.

“Hello?”

“I mean, what if I got stuck there? Good god, I am horrified just THINKING about it!” I cried in my mind

“Erm, sir..?”

“What if one of my citizens got stuck there, and we didn’t know?! I can’t sleep!” I kept thinking.

“SIR!”

I snapped out of my thoughts, and frantically looked around. “WHO THE HECK SAID THAT?” I screamed, grabbing a knife from the table and standing up. I kept looking around, but couldn’t see who it was. I finally looked down, and there it was. A small orange man with green hair stood in front of me. “Who the fudge are you?” I frowned. “I am Lofty, and I need your help,” The small man said. “Man, your voice is much lower than I expected…” I muttered. “Anyways, what do you need?” He gave me this look that said he meant no funny business. “So you know that portal room you have?”

-+*~*+-

“So which portal do you need?” I asked. “Type in the word ‘Wonka.’ Don’t ask questions about the name, got it?” Lofty asked. “Alright,” I shrugged. I typed in the word, and a brown portal opened. It looked like chocolate swirls. I, though, couldn’t savor the look for long, because I just got sucked in.

Just like what I have heard the other’s experiences were, I woke up shortly after.

My face felt fuzzy, so I just touched it. “OH WOW, I BECAME MY HUMAN FORM AGAIN!” I grinned. I leaped onto my feet as I also realized I was now wearing 1800’s clothes. “I feel so victorian! I am a Victorian boy!” I screamed to the heavens while bouncing around like an idiot. “AHEM. We don’t have much time to waste, my good sir. He could die,” Lofty interrupted. “OH. OK,” I said. Scrambling back onto my feet, I caught up to him on the rescue mission

“So who are we saving anyway?” I asked, walking into the chocolate chapel or whatever the heck Lofty called it. “We are saving a boy named Willy,” he responded. He proceeded to grab a rock off the ground. “What will you be using that for? You’re gonna be breaking some stuff, aren’t you,” I sighed. “Yep. I will be breaking some skulls just in case,” he said, picking up more rocks. I just glared at him.

After he was done picking up rocks for what felt like 3 minutes, he looked at me. “You break into the downstairs and deactivate the chocolate mechanism,” he instructed. “Look, why don’t I just use a rock to break that glass right there?” I asked. Lofty looked past me, and shrugged. “Sure, but that’s the easy route. Why not a challenge?” I ripped a rock out of his hand, and pummeled it into the glass. “Hopefully that didn’t kill anyone,” I smiled. Suddenly, I saw a hand stick out of the broken glass dome. I ran over to see what it was.

I helped the boy out of the tank. He looked to be at MOST four years younger than me. He had fuzzy brown hair, light brown eyes, a baggy ripped blue shirt, and some tan pants. “H-hi…” he murmured. I quickly grabbed him because he looked like he was going to faint. He was covered in chocolate, which I struggled not to lick off, because that would just be really weird and uncomfortable. So I sadly didn’t. “Thanks… I am Willy.” He smiled slightly at me, and I smiled back a bit. “Come on, let’s get you home,” I said.

#willy wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka #vecna/henry/one #henry creel #001 #stranger things #the stranger stampy circus #vecna x wonka #wokna #dark fanfiction #fanfiction #crossover #crossover fic

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