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themotherofblood · 9 months

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Hello!

I saw that you asked about request for Tywin. I wanted to ask something brief about modern!Tywin with his young girlfriend. Anything you can think of with that scenario would be fine.

Thanks for reading me!❤️

you’ve been so engaged with the whole mafia Tywin thing, fyi I love you for this ask because that’s what inspired it bubs. I feel like this is a quaint set up chapter for this series :)

synopsis: a drunk encounter between Tywin and his golden darling.

warnings: shoe riding, AGE GAP, mentions of bullets. alcohol consumption.

word count - 2k+

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There was an odd sense of contentment, you were too comfortable with the life you had right now, devoid of having to ask too many questions— mostly for your own good. You had found a jewel of a man, and yes the gold digger comments never sit right with you but a man so fine, devoted was far good of a catch to let go. You wouldn’t think twice but close your eyes and jump down the cliff that was your relationship, there was no lie in the subtle fear that lingered in your heart around him. A striking silver fox and total charmer, it took learning to even breathe freely around him.

Here you are now, in your own little apartment. Dabbing your fingers on your lips to soften the red lipstick, with the exam season finally over, you could let your hair down and drink till you become very aware of the organs within you and the booze— well, your perfect man happened to own some of the most notorious clubs around Lanniston, more like his son Tyrion but all the same. You looked up at the mirror, feeling great about how two hours of work made you look.

You hesitantly looked at your phone, cheekily smiling at yourself as you unlocked it and snapped a picture of yourself and sent it to Tywin, you could almost predict the message you’d receive back.

“Do not drink too much darling.”

You gnawed at your thumb, shaking your head before shooting him a quick text agreeing with him. A bald-faced lie and he knew so, his men were already on the lookout for you and your girlfriends at Satin House.

The music, as usual, blared so loud you were sure your heart was thudding the same beat, it felt liberating to not spend another night in dirty pyjamas and crying about your coursework. The henchmen Tywin had put up diligently did their jobs as not a single man dared to go beyond the stern glares these bulked men shot their way. You were sure Tyrion was here somewhere, the air was far too sultry for his involvement to be missing.

You left early, however, knowing your heeled feet nor Tywin would appreciate it but mostly because you missed him terribly. Practically barring him from witnessing the mess you were in the past month. You huffed out into the cold air of the night, the skies were clear and downtown Lannisport was still alive. Meren already stood at the ready by the town car, you rolled your eyes at him. He always had this pinched look to him, very mean.

“To home, miss?” He asked as you shuffled into the back of the car. You merely hummed in reply.

He was quick to the driver’s end, ready to head towards your apartment but you stopped him.

“Where is Mr Lannister?” You asked, eyes closed as you huffed deep breaths to shake away the loopy daze in your head.

“At work, miss.”

“Take me there then, take me to him.”

Meren hesitated for a moment, his orders were otherwise but how could he deny his boss’s girl. So he nodded, and you rested your head on the window. Drawing little pictures from the fog that followed with your mouth breathing. That lulled you to sleep somehow from the twenty-minute drive that was to Loren Tower, you were roused by Meren as you blinked away the small nap.

In front of you was the eighty-two-floor skyscraper, the first time you visited your jaw nearly hit the ground. The building was nearly empty for the night other than security and other essential staff who were only here at two in the morning because their boss was a cruel, cruel man. You fixed your hair in the reflection of the elevator mirror, hoping Tywin agrees with this little surprise drunk visit.

When the elevator dinged open to his floor, his burnt-out but pristinely dressed assistant was the first face you saw, she looked like she was nearly checked out.

“Miss—“ she raised the telephone but you pressed your finger to your lips, forcing her to keep your little secret as you walked towards his office. Your heels clicked against the annoyingly polished and glossed marble floors.

Without knocking you pushed in, leaning against the mahogany door frame, admiring the view you had craved for weeks. His white button rolled up his taut forearms, fingers toying with the idle coffee cup. Brows pulled to a harsh gaze, as usual, he didn’t even look up.

“Reached home, has she?”

His crisp voice nearly made your already wobbly legs even more unstable. You smirked at him, he looked almost cute— so focused. You pulled in your lips before speaking up.

“You should really get yourself a third assistant, poor Cassandra looks dead.”

Tywin’s eyes shot up, immediately locking onto yours before burning into every inch of your body, from your toes to your head— torturously slow as he leaned back onto his chair.

“I could— you know, fill that position if it’s open.” you hiccuped, pushing yourself away from the door frame. A dopey smile on your lips softens Tywin’s resolution.

“How many have you indulged in, love?”

You place your point exactly on the tip of your nose to prove your point, you weren’t aware of your organs just yet. You half wanted to crawl on top of his table and then onto his lap but you chose the more appropriate route and walked around the desk and then plopped onto his lap.

“What’s the point of all this, if you still work till two?” You kiss his cheek, nuzzling into the stubble he had grown.

“It’s tax season.”

“Tax season.” you scoff making him look up at you questioningly “Just because I don’t ask questions doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

“Like your hench-“

He cuts you off before you could finish, pressing his lips to yours and pulling your thighs around his so you straddle his lap. The taste of sour cherry vodka is very apparent on your lips.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to darling.” he lectures, leaning lower to kiss your neck.

“On— on a more serious note, I could use a big girl job.” you smile at him, fixing the already untouched collar of his shirt. Truly, the corporate market was the Dothraki Sea without any administrative experience.

He raises his brow. “Well, are you after Cassandra’s job?”

“No, no — but what rich businessman doesn’t have a dozen assistants.” You shrugged, “And I think I have just the right qualifications.”

“Oh, do you now?”

You eagerly nod, preparing yourself to list a vocal resume. “I make great coffee, a barista duh? I can type quickly, I’m friendly and I can be very pretty and— and” you stick out your pointer and curl it around his collar to pull yourself closer to his ear.

“I can service you in many other ways, Mr Lannister.” You whisper in his ear before settling back on your calves.

His gaze hardens once more as he pulls his lips to a tight line. “Alright,” he rubs up your back “you have had one too many.”

This time like an indignant child pouting you pick his pointer finger and place it on the tip of your nose to once again prove you were indeed not wasted and within your right mind. You wanted the job, and you were just a little horny.

The green of his eyes traced over yours for a moment, before a scoff tumbled from his chest. “You want a job?”

You nodded your head once more.

“Earn it then.”

He helped you off of him, letting you settle onto your knees, the rug providing ample protection to your poor knees, you tilted your head confused as he lifted your chin with his pointer.

“Take your panties off for me.”

Your breath hitched as excited electrocution began hurtling towards your mound. Your dry spell was to be lifted, another reward for acing your exams. Your eyes were fixated on Tywin as you shuffled your fingers under your green dress and pulled off your black thong, he held your shoulders to stop you from stumbling forwards as you pulled the flimsy fabric back your legs.

His other hand extended out for you to hand him your panties which he promptly shoved in his pocket.

“Let’s see if you are as qualified as you say you are, little miss.”

You could stay here all day, oddly warm, comfortable. Minus the heels constricting your feet. It felt nice, it felt good thought it should be humiliating.

You sat on calves, with Jimmy Choo’s on your feet and a diamond pendant necklace around your neck. Head rested against Tywin’s thigh as he sat ever so commandingly in his armchair, his pretty whore knelt between his feet with an aching between your legs. You bite your inner cheek to not moan.

“Please sir,” you whimpered, feeling another wave hurtling towards you as you rocked your hips against the fine black leather of Tywin’s dress shoes, the texture torturously stimulating your throbbing bud. You gnawed at his knee to stop the surge and then you whimpered once more.

Your bottom lip wobbled, sniffling as you blinked away your tears. You sat straight with your back straight. You should have chosen the belt lashes instead, this was cruel—so fucking cruel. Here he sat, reading his revenue reports. You, about to be his pretty assistant (only by name) writhing at his feet, eyes glossed and lips bitten, full of colour.

Tywin rather enjoyed this, having you moved to a babbling, tearful mess before he buried his cock in the warm, wet snug for your pussy. He would make you earn the treat, he would have wanted nothing more but to keep you within his eyesight all day, safe and untouched. Your college had already taken such a toll on you he even went through with the private jet arrangements and hotel room to offer you a luxurious escape. His housekeeper, as you sat wiggling by his feet, was packing your luggage.

“You’ve got to keep quiet, little girl, that was the deal.” His deeper voice crumbles, moving his hand away from the folders to gently pet your hair.

You looked at him, lips pouted and trembling and nodded your head. Your eyes give him the sweetest most apologetic look, before sinking further into your knees and closing your eyes to avert this feeling of perpetual embarrassment and agony.

Tywin set down his reports, finally having read through at least a dozen papers before focusing his attention on you. Her pet through your hair, lifting your chin to wipe at your tear-soaked cheeks.

“Messy little slut.” He tuts, “So desperate to be around me, aren’t you?”

You nod, sniffling away the more frustrated tears threatening to fall.

“You’ve earned it.” he pets your cheek once more before the magical words fell from his lips. “Come sweetheart.”

You nearly sob out in relief as you drop your head against his knee and pick up the pace of grinding against his shoe. Your shoulders shudder just as hard as your legs, your orgasm decimating your resolve. Crying out and heaving as you recover, the muffled sounds of Tywin’s voice coaxing you through it.

He pulled you back to his lap after, rubbing your back as he put away his work for the night, making a call to have the car prepared.

“I think I feel my organs now.” You groan against his shoulder, Tywin chuckles, shaking his head, wrapping his blazer around your shoulders before bundling you up.

He walks out of his office, effortlessly carrying your smaller frame along, he turns to Cassandra’s desk, noting that she indeed looked exhausted.

“Take your vacation days girl.” He orders as he walks to the elevator.

“Night Cassandra,” you shoot her a wink over your shoulder.

You almost doze away on his shoulder as you ride down to the parking, merely a few twitches at your fingertips.

“Are we going to yours?” you murmur, looking up at him through half-closed eyes. He nods, placing you inside the town car before sternly turning to Meren.

“The next time you choose to disobey my orders, a bullet will lodge itself within a place you may never find.”

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Ahhh, I’m so sorry how long this took to write. Minus the unnecessary things that have gone on for the past few days. My mojo really left me for a week or two but I’m here now, trying to get back into it.

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Also my requests for one shots, this series and Bloody Baby are open, also stop by to my asks any time. I love ranting about my fics hehe.

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golden--doodler · 7 months

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This post was long overdue! I can’t believe I haven’t done this sooner, but here’s part two of the very first post I made on this lovely site, random Bob’s Burgers facts that no one asked for but I’m sharing/reminding everyone of because I can:

—Apparently, when Gene was a toddler, Bob had to watch him, and he somehow managed to eat a fern under Bob’s watch. Where did this fern come from? Who knows? ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ Bob was very worried and thought Gene would die or get really sick, but he was fine. Gene has an iron stomach for real. This tidbit is as mentioned in Season 3, Episode 15, O.T. The Outside Toilet.

—Gene is the only Belcher with visible ears, and they’re adorable 🥰 I still don’t know how Bob’s hair manages to completely cover his, but it does.

—Real life fact, but 9/3 is not only Bob and Linda’s anniversary, but also Loren Bouchard and his wife’s anniversary! That’s where he got the date from. How adorable.

—Linda’s birthday is June 3, making her a Gemini. Tina’s birthday is March 30, making her an Aries. Gene is a Sagittarius, making his birthday sometime in either late November or December. I like to say his birthday is December 19, because that’s one of my friend’s birthdays :3

—Linda’s high school was called Cardinal Genarro High School, and one time, there was a pumpkin carving contest. Linda didn’t want Gayle to feel bad for losing to Linda’s amazing pumpkin, so she tried smashing her own pumpkin. Gayle followed her, though, and because of a series of events, they ended up destroying the entire table, which they swore to keep secret until well into adulthood (Season 12, Episode 3, The Pumpkinening).

—Linda’s hometown is a made-up town called Hunkawtaway.

—Linda once had Jury Duty on St. Patrick’s Day and wore a green blazer to court.

—Tina’s favorite flowers are Gardenias, as revealed in Season 5, Episode 11, Can’t Buy Me Math.

—Tina owns cat pajamas as seen in Season 4, Episode 9, Slumber Party, and that’s very important to me.

—Gene has brown eyes, which he most likely inherited from Bob. In the comics, Tina’s eye color is revealed to be blue, which she might have inherited from Linda.

—According to Gene in Season 11, Episode 2, Worms of In-Rear-Ment, Louise has always wanted to see Machu Pichu.

—Louise has apparently seen “Game of Thrones”. I wonder what she thought of it. Funnily enough, in the Season 4 Wharf Horse two-part season finale, Bob mourned the fact that he’d never find out how the show ended.

—As seen in Season 11, Episode 14, Mr. Lonely Farts, Gene normally hates being alone and thrives off the energy of other people. My poor boy had a whole panic attack when he was accidentally left home alone. However, he ends up using the opportunity to do a rave in Louise’s room with all of her toys, which she usually tells him not to do. It’s also revealed in that episode that Linda has a secret cracker stash, which he infiltrates.

—According to Season 13, Episode 18, Gift Card or Buy Trying, Gene might not like himself a whole lot. He rants about his former friend, Mitchell, saying that he’s loud, can’t really play music, and has no idea how annoying he is, and then comes to a realization, saying they’re exactly the same, so those things might be how he views himself.

—In Season 13, Episode 21, Mother Author Laser Pointer, it’s shown that Bob and Linda used to read Snail & Newt books to the kids when they were young, which is based off the real life Frog & Toad series. It’s so sweet they did this T_T

—Teddy’s favorite color is yellow! Mine is too :D This was revealed in Season 4, Episode 16, I Get Psy-Chic Out of You.

—Teddy’s full name might be Theodore J. McGillicuddy.

—Jimmy Pesto called Jimmy Jr. “Pepper” as a nickname in Season 1, Episode 10, Burger War, a nickname that’s not been repeated since.

—According to Season 3, Episode 20, The Kids Run the Restaurant, Mr. Fischoeder was married for a week. He had a real Grunkle Stan moment.

—As seen in Season 9, Episode 19, Long Time Listener, First Time Bob, Bob loved listening to a radio station with a DJ named Clem when he and Linda first started getting the restaurant off the ground. I think Bob listening to the radio at night and jamming out is very endearing. The same episode also revealed Bob’s hatred for Sweet Potato Fries.

—In Season 9, Episode 16, Roamin’ Bob-Iday, it’s revealed Bob occasionally succumbs to severe burnout from working at the restaurant, but despite that, cooking will always be his favorite thing to do.

—As revealed in Season 7, Episode 7, The Last Gingerbread House on the Left, Bob used to build gingerbread houses with his late mother, Lily. In the same episode, he made mini gingerbread versions of his family, which is the cutest thing ever. He’s the best dad for real.

#bobs burgers #this was so much fun!#i’ve been wanting to make a part two of that post for so long #i tried my best to say some niche or more interesting facts that most wouldn’t know right away #i think the gingerbread fact is my favorite 🥲#i hope you guys enjoy reading these facts as much as i enjoyed writing them

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br1ghtestlight · 6 months

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random thought but i love eugene mirman's gene sounds ESPECIALLY when gene is sleeping. they're so good & cute

louise tina bob and linda looking @ gene literally exactly like this when he forgets how his song goes at breakfast LMAOO

love that tina and louise seem to actually pay attention to what songs gene is writing and what they're about despite the fact that there are SO MANY. supportive family <3

gene's dream.... bro that was god speaking to you. like for real wtf

also im only a minute in and there are SO MANY good screenshots already he's such a cutie i love him so much!!!! <3 gene episodes my beloved

"Now I'm going to change into last night's pajamas, AKA my only pajamas, and brush my teeth with Tina's toothbrush because that's what I accidentally did last night."

"Wait, what?"

gene and tina are so silly?? 😭

me and gene share many similarities including waking up in the middle of the night every two hours for no fucking reason. like THATS relatable

MR AMBROSE APPEARANCE LETS FUCKING GOOO‼️‼️ why does his voice sound slightly sped up is he okay. does he have a new voice actor?? he sounds slightly off not like in a bad way its just strange

THERE WAS A NEW VOICE ACTOR BCUZ BILLY EICHNER WASNT CREDITED maybe bcuz its such a small appearance but thats very weird. i feel like mickey fans in season 12 episode 6 when loren did that horrible mickey impression 😭😭 also whoever did his voice in this episode wasnt credited so it was somebody from the main cast doing an impression of him. will try to figure out who. sorry episode review cancelled i need to figure out who the hell voiced mr ambrose in this episode

based on the fact that u cant obviously tell who it is i dont think its eugene mirman and probably not h jon benjiman?? dan mintz can only do one voice so its not him either. probably either john roberts larry murphy or a random crew member who they didnt bother to credit

(most likely billy eischner just wasn't avaliable to voice mr ambrose due to his movie career etc so i dont blame them but it was noticeable enough to ME that i needed to figure it out. not even a bad impression honestly the average fan wouldnt notice)

"What do you lucid dream about?"

"I do revenge stuff on people who were mean to me in high school, some fantasy and science fiction, some adult stuff I can't tell you about."

this is literally the gayest thing mr ambrose has ever said omg FHFMDDJKSKS i cant believe this drama club ass nerd was bullied in high school who could have guessed. not me thats for sure

(now somebody has to write a fanfic about mr ambrose having Adult Stuff dreams about mr frond. i want this on my desk by 3pm tomorrow)

love mr ambrose and his gay ass curly hair..... mr ambrose my beloved <33 kisses u

i dont have anything to say im just strangely invested in gene's lucid dreaming plot at this point. Love all his silly little dreams and its incredible he never seems to have any nightmares or anything!!

this is reminding me of the movie where gene had a dream and he was scared that he wasn't good at music and that people weren't going to like his performance and the aliens came down to told him to stop 😭😭💔 his insecurity that he might not be that good a musician literally makes me cry. he's so sweet and kindhearted my babyy boy

CAN I SKIP SCHOOL AND GO BACK TO SLEEP LMAO

"Even successful musicians went to sixth grade, Gene."

"That's a MYTH!!"

weirdly mr ambrose started sounding completely normal at some point like did his voice actor come back and just wasn't credited?? or whoever did this impression was REALLY good jfc

mr ambrose HATES these fuckign kids bro

HES SO UNHINGED LMAO 😭😭

NOT THE STARING AGAIN. why are they literally just this image every single time gene plays music in this episode im gonna cry

love this specific frame of gene running his hand through his hair

awww bob is such a good dad

sidenote but this subplot with tina and louise is so stupid it actually made me laugh LMAO the fucking girl cricket. thr female cricket. like what if he's gay huh what then

"or if she's not his type she also makes a great best friend. she's a good listener" THANK YOU louise for acknowledging the cricket might be gay. she's an ally 🙏

AWW GENE WRITING HIS SONG <3 eugene mirman isnt a Good singer (not hating he literally says that all the time. they have to record each line seperately bcuz he cant sing on key) so its hard to tell when they're trying to make gene's songs seem good or not but this is really sweet. u can tell he just loves music so much

why is gene's song kinda making me emotional..... like this show is usually 50/50 on if it actually wants to take gene's songwriting ability seriously but in this episode its so clear how much he LOVES music and songwriting and how talented he is at it. he has trouble with focus and commitment sometimes but thats never an issue when it comes to his music and he'd happily spend an entire afternoon writing a song from start to finish (even skipping out on dinner) because he was so hyperfocused. love how much respect they give gene in this episode tbh

deeply appreciate the "larry murphy as teddy" credit despite teddy not having one single line in this entire episode. Literally just a legacy credit at this point

I LOVED THIS EPISODE 😭😭💕 i dont think it'll be as widely popular as some other episodes this season but as a gene fan and an artist this episode really resonated with me. the ending sequence was actually really beautiful (gives me the same vibes as "your heart's not broken its only growing" tbh) and i loved gene's song and all the different costumes they put him in for his dreams!! tina and louise's subplot was really cute too. very enjoyable episode if you're a gene fan or just a casual viewer who wishes he got more focus. he's SO SWEET and so passionate <3

#txt #bob's burgers #episode review

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sorryimananti-romantic · 1 month

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hi!! it’s the anon who wrote the long ask on how to begin a story, and i’m sorry to say, but i’m back with another question. that question is : how do you come up with your story concepts? because aurora, be with you, guerrilla, sunrise, and where do i go are all conceptual masterpieces. like serial killer!yunho with a crime novelist? GENIUS! king’s right hand!seonghwa and an exiled former royal spy? BRILLIANT!! soldier!san and soldier!reader with suppressed feelings who are forced to confess because they might die? (in my opinion) ROMANTIC AS HELL!!! your mind is a goldmine for amazing ideas.

personally, ideas come from dreams, movies or shows, or just random bouts of inspiration. and sometimes those ideas aren’t even actual storylines. sometimes it’s dialogue or a specific scene. but then if i really like it, i have to come up with the rest of the story. also, thank you for your advice! i’ve been trying to just move past it because i’ve just been writing for myself, but i still can’t really get past like one and a half paragraphs. granted, i also get confused and stuck on if the punctuation is correct, but i’m trying.

anyways, congratulations on finally finishing your jongho story! i know you’ve been stressing about it for some time, and while i haven’t read it yet, i bet it’s awesome and i can’t wait to! good luck on whichever project you’re working on now!

ahaha omgg welcome back!

thank you i try 😭😭 you're right, most of the ideas come from dreams, movies/tv shows, or just a random inspo. and yes, sometimes it is a scene or a dialogue that i want to write and i shape the story accordingly. sometimes it's just that i know the roles of the characters and now have to come up with the plot.

for stories like aurora, i saw the yunho pic i used for the moodboard- the one from the limitless mv and i was like, i have to use this. it looks like a military uniform and originally i was going to make it a typical 'he's loyal and you're a spy' story but personally, to me, when it starts to look like a typical trope, i try adding a twist to make it unique! so for aurora, i came up with the 'he's forced to be loyal' and worked my way from there- why would he be forced to be loyal if he was originally a loyal soldier and strategist? what was big enough that he could risk betraying the system?

sometimes i just come up with a concept first and think of who in ateez could fit the role. like in be with you where i initially only had the king's right hand x exiled former spy who'll use the right hand to get to her revenge. or in sunrise- military agents, yes, but the thing that i wanted to write about was how military agents must live knowing that they could die any day, what they want to do the most, how they would be hesitant to love bc loving means losing too. similarly, with where do i go, i had the bodyguard x whatever reader but it was a result of being heavily inspired by the kdrama mr. sunshine!

so yes, the motive for writing each fic is very different! it doesn't always have to be very unique- like ice prince x fire princess (white love) is not new, i just have to make sure the plot is unique and make up a backstory to fit that. prince x princess arranged marriage (promise) is also a very commonly written trope. but i think whenever you're coming up with the basic details of your fics, you first have to decide what will make your fic unique. think out of the box (i know its hard to do it sometimes) but i'll let you in on what i do-

i like to talk about what i'm thinking about a fic. i only became friends with loren recently and she's been my go-to person to exchange ideas with, and she's been such a help. it's great when you have someone you can exchange ideas with, get wild, think of possibilities that seem impossible until you think 'wait, i could make this work'. but i've been a writer longer than i've had loren LOL and before that (i'm gonna sound like a loner but it's bc no one irl knows i write) i used to exchange ideas with...

myself. oops

i'd simply open boring old notepad and start a dialogue with myself (only when coming up with ideas for fics and i still do that sometimes when im stuck) bc it helps me take in every perspective. it's a series of what ifs and me contradicting my own what ifs, me roasting my own ideas in the middle of that LOL and finally having some outline which i can work with. and then we start writing and see how it goes from there

i'm happy to learn that you've been trying to write and i hope it gets better!! i kind of relate to you now bc cyberpunk has to be my first real challenge. i've never struggled as much with a fic as i did with cyberpunk and all bc i was hell bent on writing this concept (i did this to myself oops). it took me 8 months to finally finish it. i came up with the first concept 8 months ago, wrote like 3 pages, stressed over it bc i felt like it was too dark and heavy (it was) and then i scrapped it. i came up with another plot, wrote like 6 pages and i thought this time i had it, only to realise that it was going to be the most boring thing ive ever written. it had no oomph factor. left it to sit in the drafts and collect dust, visiting every once in a while, meanwhile writing and posting other oneshots. and when i finally came up with a new plot and all?

i got too busy with real life to write it 😭 like i swear i was buzzing i was on a roll i was writing like 2k words every day but then it stopped and it was hard to get back to writing but i finally, finally finished it. all i had was droid!jongho x programmer!reader and that's it. i'll admit i hate droids im never writing droids again but at least i overcame this challenge, and i know you will too! if you ever need someone to bounce ideas with, i'm here. i love doing that. good luck <3 hope my rant was meaningful LOL

#i roast myself on notepad so hard i cry sometimes #strangely the self deprecation... works #not sure if that would be your thing tho lmao #yumi.asks

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linn-94 · 10 months

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Chapter 8: Times Square

He waited for me to let go, so he knew I was okay. And after a moment I did.

"Sorry Aaron, I know this was supposed to be a date and now I'm all crying and talking about my ex."

"A date? Who said something about this being a date?" He said shocked and blushing.

"Uhmm you did when you messaged me." I also blushed.

"Ohh uhh.. it's okay Sophie. I'm happy you feel safe enough with me to talk about your past."

Aaron knew he wanted this to be a date, but he didn't want to push Sophie into things so he basicly ignored the fact that she knew he said it.

Sophie was okay with it, because she didn't want for things to go too fast.

"So Aaron, enough about me. Tell me about you."

"Well I'm on Broadway in a show called Moulin Rouge and I have a dog named Miles." He started.

"I know that already Tveit, tell me something else."

Aaron started laughing about how insisted Sophie was.

"I grew up in Middletown a small place an hour away from the city. I lived with my mom, dad and my brother John. I love them very much. And as it is for studying. I went to Ithaca, but didn't finish school because I got cast in the national tour of Rent. And from that moment on my life was in the theatre. I also did a few movies and television series."

The only thing I could do while listening to him was admiring how passionate he was. And how he looked even more handsome talking about his life.

Minutes passed by while talking to each other.

"Do you want to get another coffee? Or we could go somewhere else if you want to." Aaron suggested.

"Don't you have anything else to do today? You have a show tonight." I said.

"I have time, I have to be at the theatre 1,5 hour or so before the show."

"And you are not getting bored of me yet?" I asked.

"I will never get bored of you!" Aaron said, cheeks turning red.

"Well then maybe we can get another coffee and just take a walk through the city?"

"Perfect! Do you want the same thing as before?"

"I want an iced brown sugar shaken espresso if that's not too much to ask. I only drink the Macchiatto in the morning. Later in the day I like this one." I said nervous.

"No problem Sophie, I will get it for you."

Aaron walked away to order our to go coffee and I walked outside, waiting for him there.

I decided to text Melissa, because I hadn't spoken to her in a while.

Sophie:

Hey Lis, how are you? I miss you!

Melissa:

Soph! I miss you too. What are you doing right now? Have you seen Aaron already?

Sophie:

We actually got coffee this morning and now we are going to walk around town. Just hang out for a bit. I like it when I'm around him Lis!

Melissa:

Omg!! That's great! Enjoy the rest of your day and fill me in later. I want to hear everything!

I smiled at Melissa's message. And just at that moment Aaron walked outside with our coffee's.

"What are you all smiling about?" He asked with a smirk.

"Oh nothing, just realising it's a good day today." I said.

"I agree, this is one of the best mornings I've had in a long time." He said.

He handed me my coffee and we just walked through the city. The weather was just beautiful. It was warm, but not too hot.

We walked to Times Square. There was a big billboard with him and Ashley Loren. I loved Times Square and the billboard. Aaron noticed.

"Shall I take a picture of you? Here on Times Square with all the billboards. You can post it on your Instagram." He said.

I handed him my phone. He took it and it looked like he struggled with it.

"Is everything ok? Can you handle my phone?" I asked laughing. He blushed and then asked me to take a pose.

He took my pictures. Not just one but a few.

"So now you have a lot to choose from." He said.

I wanted to take my phone out of his hands, but he wouldn't give it back to me.

"Can I get my phone back mr. Tveit?" I asked teasing.

"You can have it back, but first you have to take a picture with me." He teased back.

I did as he said. I stood next to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and we took a few pictures together.

When we both wanted to let go, we almost kissed. We were so close together during that picture.

We were both looking a bit awkward after it.

"Uhm just make sure you send me those ok?" He aksed breaking the awkward moment.

"I will, but I don't know if Instagram is the right place to send them."

"You don't have to send them on Instagram. You can send them another way, just look through your phone when you're home." He said all mysterious.

I looked at him for answers, but he didn't give them to me.

"Do you want to walk past the theatre?" He asked.

"Yeah sure, that sounds nice!"

As we were already on Times Square, the theatre was not that far away. When we arrived Aaron stood under the pillar with his picture on it.

"Sophie, can you take a picture of me and my twin brother?" He asked jokingly.

I laughed and took my phone out. I snapped a few pictures of him being silly with the pillar.

"I will also send those to you." I said.

He laughed and looked at me.

"Hey Sophie, will you do me a pleasure and see the show tonight?"

"Well Aaron, I would love to, but since you're in the show a ticket would cost me a fortune and I don't have that kind of money right now." I said a little embarresed.

"No no no, you don't have to pay for it! You'll get the ticket from me silly."

"Aaron I'm not a charity case. You already paid for my coffee twice and now this."

"Soph I'll get you in the audience tonight, please say yes. I really want you there!"

He called me by my nickname how could I refuse now?

"Ok Aaron, I will be there. Just tell me when and where I have to be."

"Can you meet me here at 5?" He asked.

"5? But the show starts at 7 and you don't have to be here at least 1,5 hour before the show."

"I know, but I have a surprise for you. Please meet me at 5 here in front of stagedoor?"

"Ok I'll be here at 5"

#moulin rouge broadway #aaron tveit #fanfiction #aaron tveit fiction #aarontveitfanfiction #aarontveitfiction #broadway #aaron tveit imagine #ricky rojas #imagine

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Introducing The Wissmanns!

Sorry It Took So Long. Part 1 of 2.

Duggar Data has been tracking the Wissmanns’ Data for quite awhile, and they have officially been a Predictor Family since October 2021. Despite this, I have failed to do a proper Introductory Post... Until now!

Just ahead in Part 1...

Who are the Wissmanns? Where are they from? How many children do they have? How many of their children are married or in relationships? What can you tell me about their specific beliefs or quirks?

Tell Me About Mr. + Mrs. Wissmann.

Headed by Loren Albert + Gloria Ann (Hager) Wissmann, the Wissmann Family hails from Milford, Seward County, NE. Loren owns Wissmann Enterprises—a contracting and roofing company, specializing in “roof coatings,” sandblasting and painting, and excavation at industrial sites and farms. As of 2022, several of the Wissmann Sons—namely Matthias, Stephen, and Nathanael—work with Loren in the family business.

Loren + Gloria married on August 16, 1980, when he was 23, and she was 21. (His DOB is May 15, 1957. Hers is June 6, 1958.) They went on to have a big family—13 Children (8 Daughters, 5 Sons), with no multiple births.

What Are Their Children’s Names / DOBs?

Here’s the full list of names and DOBs, all verified via voter rolls and Nebraska Birth Records—

Rachel Ann (Wissmann) Busenitz January 31, 1982

Ruth Elissa (Wissmann) Bourlier August 16, 1983

Josiah David Wissmann February 23, 1985

Bethany Lynne (Wissmann) Beasley July 10, 1986

Andrew Michael Wissmann February 29, 1988 (Leap Day)

Elizabeth Joy Wissmann September 21, 1989

Matthias Meinert Wissmann June 18, 1991

Stephen Gerald Wissmann July 15, 1993

Hannah Marlys (Wissmann) Duggar June 23, 1995

Susanna Evelyn Wissmann March 7, 1997

Alaythia Gloria Wissmann October 22, 1999

Nathanael Loren Wissmann October 28, 2001

Charissa Marie Wissmann September 25, 2006

Gloria had her Final Child, Charissa, at Age 48.30, giving her 8 Daughters the Latest Fertility Cut–Off of any Predictor Family.

All of the 2nd Generation Wissmanns, except Charissa (#13), are adults. (Her 18th Birthday isn’t until September 25, 2024.) So far, 7 of 13 are married, and an 8th (Nathanael, #12) is in a relationship. All of the married couples—except the newlyweds, Hannah (#9) + Jeremiah—are also parents.

What Church Do The Wissmanns Attend?

According to Free Jinger, the Wissmann Family was once affiliated with Millard Alliance Church (MAC) in Omaha, Nebraska. The Wissmann Family Statement of Faith, posted on their website, strongly substantiates this; it’s identical to the MAC Statement of Faith. Duggar Data also dug up this really old newsletter, in which Andrew Wissmann, then unmarried, is listed as a member of MAC.

However, it appears that the Wissmanns don’t attend MAC anymore. (Unclear when they left.) They are now members of East Fairview Mennonite Church, in Milford, Nebraska. Loren, Matthias, and Stephen all seem to be pretty high up in the church—leading services and bible studies, etc. Church bulletins dating back to February 2016 mention various other Wissmanns, as well.

Are The Wissmanns Quiverfull (QF)?

Yes, Loren + Gloria are absolutely quiverfull (QF). Evidence of this is right on their family website, where Loren + Gloria say—

The Lord used Psalms 127 to open [our] hearts to welcoming children, and Proverbs 22:6 to the awesome responsibility of training the children He would send.

Psalm 127:3–5 is a dog whistle for the QF Movement... It’s their favorite piece of scripture, and the verse that gives the movement its name. It reads—

Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them....

The Wissmanns also reference Proverbs 22:6, which is another popular Bible verse among the fundamentalist evangelical crowd. It’s the verse about how parents must “train up” their children. (“Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.”)

So, yeah... Whether they identify as such or not—and, they probably don’t—Loren + Gloria Wissmann embrace the QF Movement’s core tenets. And, the 2nd Generation Wissmanns aren’t far behind... Rachel frequently tags her IG Posts w/ “#raisingarrows,” for example, and Bethany has posted some pretty quiverfull–y quotes. Also, Ruth recently expressed—“Every birth is a miracle. Every baby a gift.”

Do They Homeschool? Are They IBLP / ATI?

The Wissmanns claim not to be part of IBLP / ATI—but, they do homeschool. (See Also.) (Unclear what curriculum they used.) The 2nd Generation is also homeschooling; Rachel + Alan, Josiah + Abi, and Bethany + Dan are the only ones w/ school age aged children, and they all teach their children at home.

Tell Me A Little More About Their Beliefs.

Modesty. Clearly, it’s important to them, and they prefer that women to wear skirts. They’re not strictly “skirts only,” though. (Gloria doesn’t seem to wear pants, but all of her daughters—including those still living at home—do.) One of the Wissmann In–Laws (Kori) wore a sleeveless wedding dress... Gasp!

Gender Roles. Unfortunately, they’re pretty heavy into gender essentialism... Ruth promotes “healthy femininity” via IG, for example, and posts all sorts of ‘gender matters’ nonsense. (See Also.) Also, Bethany vowed in her wedding vows to “submit to” her husband. There are some glimmers of hope, though—e.g., Susanna Wissmann was allowed to become a pilot.

Courtship. As for relationships, the Wissmanns practice “courtship,” more or less, but don’t seem to call it that. (Ruth referred to “dating” her husband, at one point.) Some of the things they do are a bit courtship–y, though. Rachel and Ruth got engaged within weeks of meeting their husbands, for example, and Rachel waited until engagement to say “I love you.” They don’t seem to kiss until the altar, either.

Are They Friendly w/ Other Predictor Families?

Yes! The Wissmanns are old friends of the Duggars, and are also friendly with fellow Midwestern fundies, the Bontragers (and Bowerses).

Next Up... Part 2 will focus on the 2nd Generation Wissmann Couples.

#wissmann family #introducing

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4, 20, 22!

hi <3

4. movie of the year? - it's not a movie that came out this year, but a movie i've seen for the first time this year (and rewatched 3 times since then) and that's fantastic mr fox. i cannot put into word what that movie means to me, but i am truly convinced that it is a movie everyone should watch!

20. what's something you've learned this year? - that's quite a deep question, to be honest. i think, maybe, that i can do things even if i'm scared of them? i am a very anxious person and i overthink everything, so i get nervous before every little thing i do. it's exhausting and i sometimes get so frustrated about it. however, this year i was working on a small film project, something i always dreamed about doing! and i was very worried about not being good enough or about doing something wrong. and that the other people who worked on the project with me would think i'm weird or stupid or whatever. but it turned into one of the best things i did this year. i once watched an interview including sophia loren and she was asked how she deals with being nervous and she said: "nerves are good because they mean that you care". i try to live by that because i think it's a really beautiful thought.

22. favourite place you visited this year? - i visited alsace in france in april and it was so incredibly pretty there. every little town there looks like you're in beauty and the beast. there are wine fields as far as you can see and the landscape is just so stunning!

end of the year asks!

#thank you for sending these!! mwah <3 #the second question is tough though this year was so weird ngl #lara tag 🤎#chitchat

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placement ~ self-para

tagged: Marco, with Maine Office of Child & Family Services NPC, Loren Abbott

location: Marco’s house

what: In the middle of prepping for the long weekend, Marco gets an unexpected phone call

when: Sunday, July 3rd, 2022 @ 11:45am

tw: drug abuse (non-explicit and mentioned in passing)

Marco wasn’t exactly the type for a normal 9-to-5 office job, but he had to admit, getting long weekends for federal holidays was one of the upsides of a career in construction. No one wanted a whole-ass construction crew renovating their basement on a holiday, so at the very least he could count on the downtime.

He hadn’t even settled on his plans for the Fourth yet, to be honest — one of the guys on his crew had invited him around to a late afternoon barbecue, and he had half a mind to throw together a batch of his abuela’s cornbread and take him up on it, and there was always fireworks up at the pier once it got dark, but he hadn’t gotten as far as doing anything about it just yet. It wasn’t like he had a significant other to plan around, and the rest of his family was thousands of miles away, so winging it sounded like as good a plan as any.

He’d barely started throwing together a sandwich for lunch before his phone started to ring on the kitchen counter. With a frown, Marco licked mustard off his thumb and reached for his cell. Screening unfamiliar calls wasn’t exactly an option in his line of work — one missed call could be a lost job or disgruntled client, and while he made decent money, ignoring work wasn’t really good for business.

Not to mention it could always be someone else calling…

Marco thumbed the screen of his phone to answer the call, managing a gruff “Garcia,” as he put it on speaker and went back to making his sandwich.

“Morning, Mr. Garcia Diaz,” a tired voice echoed over the connection. “I hope this isn’t a bad time?”

Marco stood a little bit straighter; Loren Abbott was one of the nicer social workers he’d been in contact with over the course of working through his certification as a resource parent, and the fact that she was calling on a Sunday morning probably meant this wasn’t about his paperwork.

“Ms. Abbott,” he replied, leaning against his elbows over his phone. “This isn’t a social call, is it?”

“Afraid not. Will you be home this afternoon? I think we might have a placement for you, if you’re free in the next few hours.”

He’d been planning for it, training for it, even expecting it, but Marco’s throat seemed to lock up for a moment. “I’ll be here. You need me to get anything ready?”

“Not just yet,” Loren hedged, still sounding tired, but maybe a little bit less discouraged. “We’ll make sure you have the basics, at least, and I’ll be on call for anything else. Just — keep an open mind, yeah?”

“I can do that,” Marco answered. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over his phone. “Hey — if I’m allowed to ask — boy, girl, or sibling group?”

There was a moment of hesitation on the other end of the call, before Loren finally answered, a hint of a smile in her voice. “Girl, this time. Her name is Mia.”

****

An hour later, Marco was pretty sure he was being punked.

“That’s a baby,” he said, staring blankly at the little bundle of pink blankets and dark hair in Loren Abbott’s arms.

“Technically she’s an infant, but we’re not splitting hairs,” Loren answered. She turned slightly so the baby girl in her arms could see Marco over one shoulder. “Mr. Garcia Diaz, this is Mia Lynn Reyes. Her mother was hospitalized last night for an overdose, with no other family in the area that we can locate. CPS got involved after the living conditions were deemed unsuitable, and Mia’s to be placed in temporary resource care while her mom recovers.” Loren glanced up at him seriously. “Assuming there’s no further medical complications, we’re probably looking at court-mandated rehab and home assessments, so estimated six months minimum.”

“She’s a baby,” Marco echoed, maybe only semi-hysterically.

“According to the records we have, she’s about six months old, so teething and about to start solid foods, actually.” Marco was pretty sure Loren was laughing at him at least a little bit, at this point. “We packed up what we could, so you don’t have to start from scratch — formula, diapers, car seat and stroller, pack-and-play, some changes of clothes and basic supplies. If the placement is formalized like we expect it to be, you can make more permanent arrangements for a crib or changing table, but the pack-and-play should work for the first few days.”

“…Why me?” Marco was very aware that he sounded a little lost and probably looked more than a little shell-shocked, but he couldn’t quite comprehend why anyone, especially an intelligent social services professional, would be handing a six-month-old baby girl over to him.

Loren hesitated for a moment, as if she wasn’t sure quite how truthful to be. “Because you’re bilingual, honestly,” she answered finally. “We don’t have any information on Mia’s father, but her mom’s family was Puerto Rican. Anything familiar could help, especially if it could ease the transition for her.”

As if he could say no to that. Hesitantly, Marco held out his hands, and Loren transferred the little girl into them with only a little awkwardness. He’d had infant classes as part of his resource training, and he’d held his own nieces and nephews when they were small, but he hadn’t ever expected to have an actual infant placed in his care. He’d been expecting an older kid, maybe ten or eleven with a smart mouth and sullen attitude, or maybe a sibling group that didn’t want to be separated — but not this.

Marco tucked one hand behind her dark curls self-consciously, trying to remember everything he’d ever been told about supporting a baby’s head and how to not accidentally break her. There was so much pink, and she was so tiny, and he’d never been fully aware of how big and rough and calloused his hands were until he tried not to flinch at one thumb brushing the little girl’s cheek. She looked up at him with wide brown eyes, too bright and intelligent to not see immediately how far out of his depth he was.

With one last mildly panicked look at Loren, he started to murmur into her hair in a low stream of barely coherent Spanish — half nonsense, half introduction to the infant that she was probably too young to understand in the first place, but it gave him something to focus on, at least. The only response he got was a little burble of curiosity, and a tiny hand tugging at the patchy scruff on his cheek.

Dios, he was in so much trouble.

#( paras )#p: ( self )#//i am researching what i can for this #//but still have to handwave a lot so bear with me!

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open blorbo season, answer for whoever 🩷💚💙💜💐🌸

loren i love you <3 okay im gonna do maybe daryl and eddie also gonna do jesse pinkman cos i'm currently rewatching breaking bad

🩷 why are they your favorite?

daryls my fav becos i dont even know. he's bitchy he's hotheaded he's a comedian without even trying he tries so fucking hard he's emotional as shit???? i just love him okay i can't even explain it's just how i exist as a person these days

eddie? he's soooooooooooooooooo. so fun. like he's got fucking emotions and he's like well obviously we bury those but then they explode out and he's like well. maybe i can be the most therapised bitch in the bar. he's literally comedy king and he's sooooo good. his heart!!!!! the love he has for his son and for his family and his team!!!!!!!

jesse!!!!!! jesse is literally like. heart of fucking GOLD okay he cares SO MUCH!!!!!!! like it doesn't matter how much walt's fucked him over, the way jesse was so fucking genuinely happy when walt told him he was in remission!!!!!! the way when jesses thinks he loses the drugs and knows that walt will literally kill him, he doesn't lie, doesn't try to hide it, doesn't even pretend for even a second that it's anyone elses fault, he literally calls mr white straight away and is like i fucked up!!!!! i lost it!!!!! it's on me!!!!!!!!! and god. the way literally everyones just like. fucking abandons him and tells him to get his fucking life together but the second he reaches out and asks for help they're like. no. but he never fucking stops trying!!!!!!! this rewatch it ruining me i havn't even reached s3 yet

💚 what are your favorite added rep headcanons for them?

bi daryl obviously. i was gonna be like tragic past but thats not even a headcanon.

eddie = gay. like what he had with shannon was real and he was big in love with her but also. gay.

jesse????? i don't even know. i'm too emotional to even think about that rn. bisexual is always fun though

💙 what's a popular headcanon for them that you adore?

feel like i have headcanons for all these peoiple but now that you're putting me on the spot im like. well my mind is Empty.

💜 'put that guy into situations' or 'take that guy out of situations'?

daryl and eddie = put that guy into situaltions.

jesse = take him out of situations for the love of god he's suffered enough

💐 what are your favorite poly ship(s) for them, if any?

daryl: there is like no fic for it but i do enjoy the idea of rick/daryl/michonne especially in 6.10 where rick and michonne are on the couch and michonnes like. where's daryl. i just think it wouldve been fun if that night went a little differently, although i adore rick/michonne as is ksfhks also ofcourse daryl/jesus/aaron. hell yeah.

eddie: i mean. now that tommy's on the scene....... eddie/buck/tommy lets Go also i've read a eddie/buck/taylor and i was like omg i love it here?

jesse: part of me wants to say jesse/skinny pete/badger but apart of me's like. do i? feel like they're more platonic for me than romantic but like. if someone linked me i would 100% read it.

🌸 what are your favorite mono ship(s) for them, if any?

daryl: daryl x rick, daryl x beth, daryl x connie, daryl x jesus, daryl x aaron, daryl x billy

eddie: eddie x buck

jesse: jesse x andrea

#msgs <3 #drcloyd #thank youuuuuuuu ily

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angevepelis · 10 months

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Movies in chronological order

Chaplin The Kid (1921)

The Passion of Joan of Arc (1928)

Casi casados (1961) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4gBRWcHZxs

Mi Vida Es Una Canción (1963)

El padrecito (1964) (Cantiflas)

What a Way to go (1964)

Mary Poppins (1964)

The Sound of Music (1965)

The Graduate (1967)

A Clockwork Orange (1971)

Sixteen Candles (1984)

The God Father I (1972)

The God Father II (1974)

The God Father III (1990)

Castle in the Sky (1986)

My Neighbor Totoro (1988)

Pretty Woman (1990)

Silence of the Lambs (1991)

Bethoven (1992)

Aladdin (1992)

Clueless (1995)

KIKA (1997)

My Best Friend’s wedding (1997)

(Couple gets married but alcohol problem she leaves him for another, couch scene where he falls on the floor)

(Have sex in a hotel room dont know each other, shes older than him)

Star Wars: Phantom Menace Episode 1 (1999)

Star Wars: Attack of the Clones Episode 2 (2002)

Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith Episode 3 (2005)

Obi Wan Kenobi

Star Wars: A New Hope Episode 4 (1977)

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Episode 5 (1980)

Star Wars: Return of the Jedi Episode 6 (1983)

Star Wars: The Force Awakens (2015)

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (2017)

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (2019)

West Side Story (1961)

West Side Story (2021)

Jaws

Before sunrise (1995)

Pocahontas (1995)

Titanic (1997)

Anastasia (1997)

Mulan (1998)

Notting Hill (1999)

Ten Things I Hate About You (1999)

Tarzan (1999)

The Road to El Dorado (2000)

In the mood for love (2000)

Hannibal (2001)

Amelie (2001)

The Princess Diaries (I) (2001)

Uptown girls (2003)

Love actually (2003)

How to loose a guy in 10 days (2003)

Freaky Friday (2003)

School of Rock (2003)

Lost in translation (2003)

Mean Girls (2004)

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

13 going on 30 (2004)

The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004)

Prince & Me (2004)

The Notebook (2004)

Ice Princess (2005)

Charlotte’s Web (2006)

The Devil Wears Prada (2006)

Bee Movie (2007)

Meet the Robinsons (2007)

Ratatouille (2007)

House bunny (2008)

Mamma Mia! (2008)

My Sister’s Keeper (2009)

500 Days of Summer (2009)

Nowhere Boy (John Lennon) (2009)

It’s Complicated (2009)

Princess and the Frog (2009)

A Christmas Carol (2009)

Avatar (2009)

Despicable Me (2010)

Tangled (2010)

Letters to Juliet (2010)

Dear John (2010)

Blue Valentine (2010)

Charlie St. Cloud (2010)

Valentine’s Day (2010)

Easy A (2010)

Burlesque (2010)

Eat Pray Love (2010)

In Time (2011)

One Day (2011)

The Artist (black and white) (2011)

The Help (2011)

The Smurfs (2011)

Rio (2011)

Les Miserables (2012)

Silver Linings Playbook (2012)

The Perks of Being A Wallflower (2012)

Pitch Perfect (2012)

Sex Tape (2014)

The Fault in Our Stars (2014)

The Giver (2014)

Saving Mr. Banks (2014)

Whiplash (2014)

Carol (2015)

What Happened, Miss Simone? (2015)

Moana (2016)

La La Land (2016)

Fences (2016)

The Jungle Book (2016)

The Legend of Tarzan (2016)

Mother (2017)

What Happened to Monday? (2017)

Call me by your name (2017)

Freak Show (2017)

The Shape of Water (2017)

TOC TOC (2017)

Wonder (2017) (kid w/ face deformity)

The Greatest Showman (2017)

Mary and the Witch's Flower (2017)

Christmas Inheritance (2017)

Crazy Rich Asians (2018)

Dry Martina (2018)

Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018)

Mary Poppins Returns (2018)

Bumblebee (2018)

Avengers (2019)

Hustlers (2019)

Someone great (2019)

Solteras (2019)

Midsommar (2019)

Us (2019)

Marriage Story (2019)

Elisa and Marcela (2019)

Aladdin (2019)

Klaus (2019)

Love and Monsters (2020)

Mulan (2020)

PROM (2020)

Soul (2020)

What would sofia loren do? (2021)

Yes Day (2021)

The Unforgivable (2021)

Don’t Look Up (2021)

The Wonder (2022)

Love in the Villa (2022)

Roald Dahl's Matilda The Musical (2022)

The Little Mermaid (2023)

Avatar The Shape of Water (2022)

Blonde (2022)

Whitney Houston: I Wanna Dance with Somebody (2022)

Scrooge (2022)

Toscana (2022)

Everything everywhere all at once (2022)

Elemental (2023)

Transformers Rise of the Beasts (2023)

The Noel Diary (2023)

No hard feelings (2023)

Super Mario Bros (2023)

La sociedad de la nieve (2023)

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Legacy of the Girls - Part 8

Lets continue reading, shall we?

I'm beginning this post with Loren and Solar being absolutely adorable as they tell each other dramatic stories. Seriously, look at them! They're so cute!

My babies <3

Loren: Wanna hear a secret? Solar: Uhuh... Loren: I'm gonna break all the hearts before I leave this town. Or at least, like, six.

I'm not sure what happened but Radley was GOING OFF at this guy in the middle of the street. Radley: YOU SIR ARE A CRAB!

He probably said something along the lines of seahorses not being real horses or something...

Well damn, the whole freaking neighborhood rocked up to watch this fight. It is so hard to have Radley meet anyone because at one point or another she's gonna pick on them to the point where they hate each other and this happens.

Why can't you hold a decent conversation, girl?!

*being judged by the whole neighborhood*

Molly?! Molly he's back! MOLLY!

Molly: I'm on it! Two fights in one day. Wow, busy weekend.

Wait, what? Mya is running away?! WHY!? This household absolutely adores Mya, especially Winter. Why would she feel the need to run away? Was it something we did? Was it all the fighting?

I had Loren post online that Mya was missing because everyone was SUPER depressed about it.

I've been wanting Molly and Radley to have a "mean girls" night out for a while, but they were always on opposite schedules. But tonight they're both free! So we've gone to The Caboose for some drinks.

Radley: Why did she run away? We gave Mya everything </3 Molly: uh... there there...

Ugh, you guys better find some energy if this night is to be successful or not.

Oh my God, you guys I couldn't believe it. I'm sitting here watching Molly put up with this old fellow who wants to show her his pile of clay and THERE IN THE BACKGROUND IS TOM PEEPING! He's fully checking her out! He came here on PURPOSE!

You showed up at the wrong bar, buddy. Molly is not happy that you're here.

Radley: *thinking* Ah excellent, someone else I absolutely hate and can ridicule all night.

Molly: Did you just try to defend Mr. Peeping? Bitch, I will fight you. Do you wanna go!? Random Lady: Good Heavens, no!

Unfortunately if Molly has you in her sights its game over. Meanwhile, Tom is in the background there just having a cheeky swig from his drink.

Radley setting aside her hatred for mankind for a moment while she watches Molly wrestle with this woman. Girl: Damn, Molly's got some serious muscle. Radley: *winces* I wouldn't wanna be in that headlock...

Molly: So there are these foxes leading all these other animals to a new park where they can live happily ever after, right? But along the way the hedgehogs die..

Molly, six drinks in at 3am, thinking she's hot stuff as she shares some of her greatest stories with a hot stranger. Not gonna lie, seeing her interact normally can be weird sometimes.

Molly: And in the end they all realize the true treasure was the meaningful friendships they made along the way.

Radley: Which one of you crabs wants a drink? I'm free pouring for the next 20 minutes, lets go! Molly: Girl, get me a long island ice tea <3

Radley was surprisingly having a good time as a bartender! The night ended up actually being quite enjoyable. To be fair, she was pretty upset about Mya all night. That probably held her back a bit.

Molly: I have to go home now! *smooch!*

This boy's name is Hawea btw. I made sure I took note as soon as Molly had a shining towards him. Get it girl!

The girls literally drank and bar-tended all night until morning when they finally slunk home, exhausted and dehydrated and desperate to pee. What an achievement.

MYA CAME BACK!!!

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Newbie:

A Shield HS AU Drabble

Pairing: Teacher! Bucky x Reader; Teachers! Bucky, Steve, & Sam x Reader (platonic, so far), Teacher! Tony and Bruce x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Language, eventual SMUT, Hopeful new teacher, Stark snark, Angst, First day jitters, shy Bucky, Teacher! Bucky.

Word count: 1.4 k

A/N: This is a teaser drabble for the Shield High School AU series that I’m planning. The idea hit me out of the blue the other night. There is no smut in this, but oh, is it cuming. I hope you like this. Let me know by commenting, liking, and reblogging!

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You looked up at the impossibly huge building and the butterflies in your stomach flew into a million different directions. The place seemed to have grown larger since your interview two months ago.

You now regretted not eating any breakfast this morning, but you had grabbed a banana and thrown it in the box as you finished packing the things to bring to your classroom.

“Let me help you with that!”

A voice came to you over the large box you were carrying.

Two big hands grabbed it easily and you were greeted by a nice face behind wire-rimmed glasses.

“You must be a new staff member. I’m Dr. Bruce Banner. Science department chair. Nice to meet you.”

He had curly dark hair. There was something about the lilt to his voice that made you feel safe.

You smiled at him and extended your hand, causing him to shift the box to one arm. He handled it as if it was light as a feather as you two started up the stairs.

“Nice to meet you, Bruce, Doctor Banner. I’m Yourname. Reader. I’m the new English teacher. American Lit.”

You smiled and Bruce smiled back.

“Call me Bruce.”

He was so sincere, it made you smile again.

“You get to work with Loren. What a thrill.” You caught the sarcasm there. “Word of advice. Never believe the first thing he says. He has a rather… unique sense of humor.”

You laughed as you entered the building.

“Yes. He was in my interview with Mr. Fury. He seems a bit of a character.”

“That’s an understatement.” Bruce laughed. “Well, if you got the job, that means he likes you, so there’s that.”

You walked behind him as he carried the box down a long hallway, his leather briefcase slung over his back. You looked around the hall trying to memorize your surroundings.

“It takes a while to know your way around. This place is a bit of a compound.”

Bruce’s voice floated back toward you and you smiled at his mind reading capabilities. You entered a door on the left of the hallway.

“It even smells like a school.”

You took in a deep breath of textbooks and floor wax with old wooden floors. Glancing around, you took in a room with a sink, cabinets, refrigerator, a table with six mismatched chairs, an old leather armchair, and a bright green couch.

Three men were sitting around the table. Two stood up when they saw you, the other remained seated, concentrated on the chess board in front of him.

“Wait until the kids get here. Then it will smell like teen spirit.”

Bruce set your box down on the counter, next to the person who’d said that. He had dark hair and a goatee. He was leaning against the counter and was holding a coffee cup. And he was smirking right at you.

“Hello.”

You smiled at him and held out your hand, introducing yourself.

“Well hello. Aren’t you sweet? That smile. The wattage in that may be too much for the school fluorescents, but I think we’ll let it slide.”

He put his cup down and stepped closer.

“I’m Tony. Tony Stark. Physics Department Chair.”

“You’re the only Physics teacher, Tony.” Bruce was rolling his eyes.

“And thus, the department chair. A word of advice?”

These people were full of advice today. You needed to get used to it, you were the newbie.

“Don’t listen to anyone else but me, I’m the only one who knows how to navigate these ‘can’t do teach’ infested waters. But don’t get too smitten, I’m married.”

He winked at you and you nodded, amazed that he just said that out loud to you.

“Damn, I missed my chance.”

You heard a snort behind you and turned around.

While Tony was leering at you, the three guys were checking you out. Your short but professional summer shift dress gave them an enhanced view of your ass and they all got a good look.

Steve was outright staring, Sam was doing the same, but with his head turned to the side.

And Bucky was transfixed.

You were cute from your toes in your red white and blue wedges to the loads of hair on top of your head. Your glasses were even in the school colors. He snorted when he heard your retort to Stark. He liked you already.

You were going to be a problem.

Bruce and Tony left the teacher’s lounge and said goodbye to you. You waved at them and caught Tony flipping the guys off.

When you turned around to face them, Sam and Steve quickly collected themselves and Bucky went back to staring at the chessboard. He couldn’t move.

The tall blond guy in a baseball hat with a red, white, and blue shield on it smiled at you and you were almost blinded.

“Hello, I’m Steve Rogers, US History, this is Sam Wilson, Government and Economics and that,” you saw Sam kick the still-seated guy that Steve was pointing to, “is James Barnes, World History and AP Euro, but Sam and I call him Bucky.”

Bucky reluctantly stood up, assessing you through brown horned rimmed glasses. He looked worried, forehead scrunched up in cute little wrinkles and mouth pursed as he regarded you.

You wanted to reach out and smooth his forehead out, but you stayed still.

Your eyes feasted on the male beauty before you. It was like a buffet of everything you could possibly want in that type of human: tall, blonde, dark, brunette, blue-eyed, brown-eyed, broad shouldered, hot bodied perfection.

Steve was a classic jock type, cut body, dirty blonde hair peeking out of the snapback and those blue eyes sharply appraising you. Perfect smile and clean cut. Too clean cut for your taste.

Sam was tall, dark, and handsome, and lawd, that gap-tooth smile directed at you was everything. You felt that you could trust him.

James was somewhere in between Steve and Sam in stature, posture relaxed, and you felt that his body had hidden power. You also felt that you could NOT trust yourself with him, because he was the sexy emo nerd type that was your weakness.

Shit.

The main physical difference was that one of James’ broad shoulders was metal. You could tell because he was wearing a t-shirt and his left arm was a shiny black and gold metal from finger tip to the bicep and beyond as it disappeared under his shirt sleeve. It was beautiful.

He caught your eyes as you moved them up that side of his body, and for some reason, his expression softened. He gave you a side smile that caused you to flush. You quickly recovered and focused on all three again.

“Hello Steve, Sam, and James.”

You smiled at him and Bucky wanted to sit down again because his knees were weak, but he grunted at you.

“Call me Bucky…”

You almost didn’t hear him and you definitely didn’t see Steve and Sam gaping at each other as you again turned toward Bucky.

“Why do they call you Bucky? I don’t want to call you something that is an inside joke, or a locker room taunt…” Your dirty mind was taking over.

Bucky wanted you to keep talking, your voice was so… and what was going through that mind of yours? Let him find out…He cleared his throat.

“Nothing like that. Middle name’s Buchanan. Steve shortened it to Bucky when we were kids.”

That smile again, for all of them.

“So, you all were childhood friends?”

Sam spoke up. “Steve and Bucky grew up together in Brooklyn. I met them in the service. The Army.

“Ah.”

You nodded, suddenly wanting nothing more than to see all of them in uniform.

“Well, I will try to call you Bucky, but my mother taught me to be formal with strangers. So James might slip out of my mouth when I’m flustered.”

You laughed and Bucky grew warm. Now he wanted you to call him James. He wanted you to get flustered. He wanted to be the one who…

”Buck, let’s go. We’ll be late for the meeting. I don’t want to hear Fury’s mouth…” Sam was grumpy.

“I’m gonna hang back a minute. I didn’t eat breakfast and my stomach is growling.”

You went over to the box and stood on your tiptoes to get out your banana.. Your dress raised a couple of inches and your legs flexed. Sam bit his knuckle as your back was turned.

Then they all watched you peel and start to eat the banana.

This time, Bucky was quick on the draw.

“You guys go on ahead. Save us seats, don’t want to let the newbie walk in there alone.”

He smirked at his friends who reluctantly agreed and exited the lounge, looking back at you.

They left you alone with Bucky while you tortured him with those lips and a banana.

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shutupandshipit · 3 years

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Sharpen Your Blades - Ch.11

Summary: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The thinning of Aizawa’s patience was evident in the twitching of his brow. “If you stop asking questions, maybe I could finish explaining.

”With a huff and roll of his eyes, Katsuki glanced away from their coach.

“City Hall and the SC want us to give them more variety. We are a team solely made up of single skaters. Every year, we dominate the rankings for single skate while Shinketsu dominates the pairs, so this year both cities are being required to split their skaters evenly between singles and pairs with at least one pair coming from out top five.” There was a collective intake of breath, but no one commented, choosing instead to remain silent. “Unfortunately, for us, it’s a lot easier to switch from pairs to singles. With our male to female ratio, alpha/beta/omega ratio, and those of you actually experienced with pair skating, we’re at a disadvantage. So, I’ve decided to choose your partners for you.”

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Or where Katsuki and Izuku are forced to be partners so they can continue to compete, but the blood in the water may be thicker than anyone realized.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T

Chapter: 11/20

Previously <- Chapter 10: Alpha Wanted

Chapter 12: Parents and questions they shouldn’t ask -> Next

Author’s Notes: So, there's songs in this chapter! Yay! They are Never Enough by Loren Allred and Tightrope by Michelle Williams (don't @ me about them being from the Greatest Showman, I know it's trending, these songs just fit them so well). You'll notice that there are also two links, and those are to figure skating videos that are the closest to how I imagine the programs to be. If you mute the video and play the song over it, they match up pretty well. I had a really easy time finding one I liked for Izuku, but a much harder time finding an example for Katsuki. I really like Yuna Kim as a model for Izuku and Yuzuru Hanyu as a model for Katsuki, but Yuzuru's style just didn't fit what I was trying to portray in this chapter. That's okay though! Of course, I don't own the videos. They belong to their original posters and creators. Let me know if the links don't work, and I'll find a different way to share them. I hope you guys like the chapter. I had a really fun time writing it, and I can't wait to post for next week!

Chapter 11: Solo

Izuku stepped onto the ice for the first time since his injury. Terror washed through him. His heart raced in his chest. His hands shook violently. His breath quickened. He clutched at the wall to keep himself steady. A fear weighed heavy on him, fear that as soon as he let go his hip or ankle or knee would simply give out. That the break that had healed months ago would suddenly shatter apart again.

Just because he knew it was an irrational fear didn't mean he knew how to fight against it.

“Just take it slow, young Midoriya, there's no need to rush. You've been doing strength training for a few months now, but being back on the ice is a different kind of taxing,” Toshinori said close by, hands stacked on his hips while he watched Izuku all but cowering against the wall.

“I'm not getting tired. Nothing hurts yet, I'm just...” He trailed off, unwilling to admit his fear.

“Scared? I understand. That's a normal reaction after an injury as severe as yours was. I was scared too the first time I got back on the ice after my injury, but it will get easier. Like I said, take it slow. Soon enough, you'll be sprinting and jumping just like you used to, but we've got to start small first.”

“Right,” Izuku whispered, squeezing his eyes closed. They remained there for long moments, and it was only when the scent of sweet spices assaulted his nose that he was able to open his eyes again.

He found Katsuki's familiar red eyes watching him. Katsuki who's hair was pushed away from his forehead with sweat and seemed to be in the middle of a training exercise with Mr. Aizawa. Katsuki who's scent of excitement was beginning to make the rink smell startlingly like snickerdoodles.

Izuku had forgotten what Katsuki's scent smelled like when he was excited, and it made his mouth water.

Embarrassed, he ripped his eyes away. Once upon a time, he had been the reason for that smell. He was desperately jealous of whoever or whatever had provoked such a reaction in his old friend. Whatever it was though, it had nothing to do with a useless deku like him. Maybe one day very far away, he could be the reason again, but he had a long way and a lot of work before then.

Swallowing, he struggled to stand up straight and push carefully along the wall. With each step and each second of feeling Katsuki's eye on him, he felt his confidence slowly inflate.

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November Week 2

Izuku stared down at his phone, mouth turned down in a frown as he waited impatiently for Katsuki to respond, but the little icon telling him that his partner had even seen the message remained blank. It was strange to say the least. Katsuki was the most punctual creature he knew and had ever known. The only time he'd ever skipped class or been late for something were times when his rut had hit suddenly or he'd been uncharacteristically sick. To put it simply, Izuku could count on one hand how many times Katsuki had missed something.

He was only holding up three fingers.

"Let's just go, Deku, I don't think he's going to come tonight," Uraraka suggested, still sitting in the same place on the bleachers that she'd been sitting since she and Kaminari had followed him from his apartment. Team practice had been early that morning instead of later, and the pair of omegas had made the unanimous decision to have an omegas' day. So far, they'd had lunch where the pair had pointed out every marginally attractive alpha to cross their paths, gotten mani-pedis, gone window shopping for potential Christmas presents, looked at venues for the team Christmas party, and gone into a sex store specifically catoring to omegas with a wide range of heat aids. Kaminari had been adamant about going in when they passed by, and after more than a little prodding from both of his friends, Izuku had agreed.

Now, a black bag was tucked away in his gym bag with an item that made him both hot around the collar and simultaneously hot between the legs. The item excited him, but he was loathe to admit that to either of them. He'd only ever had a few encounters of the sexual nature, and those hadn't been very good. Other than that, he really didn't think much about his pleasure. He didn't even really masturbate which had seemed to send the omegas into a frenzy. There had been so many noises of astonishment and disbelief from both Kaminari and Uraraka that he'd hid in the lingerie racks for the better part of a half hour until they'd coaxed him out with the promise of ice cream and figure skater themed lingerie sets.

He hadn't thought his lack of sexual appetite was all that strange. He'd been on suppressants for years. Katsuki had been the focus of all his attention since they'd been kids. He'd always just been more focused on figure skating. He wasn't the only one in the world who felt the same. The asexual spectrum existed for a reason, and he was a staunch believer that he was of that spectrum.

Uraraka and Kaminari had followed him back to the rink, fully intending to drag him away after for a sleepover and movie night.

"Yeah, man, let's just go. What's the point of waiting around any longer? We're just wasting time at this point," Kaminari piped up, head hanging back between his shoulders as he leaned against the wall. "This is just typical Bakugou. He doesn't really consider other people's feelings, you know?"

The comment set Izuku's teeth on edge, and with effort, he unclenched his jaw.

Izuku wasn't particularly annoyed. He loved his friends and loved the sense of community that being with the other omegas gave him, but he wished they would just stop talking. He tried very hard to remind himself that no one had known Katsuki as long as he had, and for a good portion of the time they had known him, Katsuki had hiding behind a mask.

Releasing a quiet sigh, Izuku smiled and said, "He'll be here. He just must have gotten tied up with something with his class. He'll be here."

Uraraka smiled, but he could tell that she wanted to sigh. Maybe she even wanted to roll her eyes. "Will you skate for us while we wait then? If he doesn't get here in time, at least you'll have had a chance to practice. You don't have to skate your program, but maybe something else?"

For a moment, Izuku just considered her idea. He smiled. "Sure. That sounds good." Connecting his phone to the speaker that Toshinori left in the rink for them to use on their off time, Izuku quickly found the song he wanted.

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"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Katsuki hissed as he tore across the street, flipping off a car as they slammed on their brakes and subsequently on their horn. He couldn't stop though. He was fucking late. Really, really fucking late! He hated being late, always had and always would. Being late for his nightly practice with Izuku just pissed him off all the more. The worst part of it all was that his phone had died sometime during the day so he didn't even have a way of letting his partner know that he'd be late.

The situation had been unavoidable though, and Katsuki swallowed passed the thick lump in his throat.

Two of his students had gotten hurt, and memory of the blood splattered ice made bile rise in the back of his throat. He had turned his back for a single second to correct the form of the new five-year-old he'd taken on. Just a moment had been all they needed. Two of his students had tried the same lift Katsuki had tried with Mina off ice, and just like her, their foot had slipped. The blade had sliced deep into their would be partner's thigh and started gushing blood before either of them had really realized what had happened. There had been an ambulance and paperwork and worried parents and Katsuki trying to keep his head on straight in the mayhem. Now, the adrenaline was wearing off, and he could feel himself crashing. Crashing hard.

There was only blood and ice and screaming and green curls and pain twisting Izuku's face and pain twisting Katsuki's chest. He was having a hard time separating the two memories, and while he knew that was dangerous, he didn't know how to stop it.

So, he ran. Ran to catch Izuku before he left the rink, and ran to stave off the no doubt mount panic attack.

Out of the corner of his eye as he passed a store front, he caught the flash of forest green fabric. Screeching to a stop, he backtracked to the window. Someone had dressed mannequins in winter wear. It was clear that each had a theme and that each set of clothing had been handmade. One wore all pink. One wore woodland colors with a bright orange fox-eared beanie. Another was dressed from head to toe in sparkly purple fabric. The one that had caught his attention was the most subdued with the beanie as the only spot of color.

The beanie was forest green like the gloves he'd bought for Izuku. Floppy white lined bunny ears lay across the mannequin’s forehead with little tassels that hung on either side of the mannequin's cheeks. Minutes ticked by as Katsuki kept staring, imagining green locks poking out from beneath the edge as he tugged on the tassels to pull a smile from its wearer. Green eyes going wide as he handed it over, actually presenting his omega with a gift face to face. A whispered, "Thank you," as round freckled cheeks reddened-

"Evening, young man."

If Katsuki could have literally jumped out of his skin, he would have. Jerking his head towards the voice, he stared at the old man that stood in the doorway of the shop. He hadn't noticed, but unlike a lot of shops in the city, this one seemed to be part of a small home. The wood around the window was weathered and old with peeling robin's egg blue paint. Swallowing, Katsuki tried to find his words. If he'd just been staring into this man's home, it was no wonder he'd come out to find out what Katsuki's doing. "Evening, old man," he finally replied gruffly.

A smile cracked across the old man's ancient face, and he leaned out to see into the front window. "My wife's work. She knits all year long with the best yarn she can find so that alphas like yourself can gift something special to their omegas. Or betas, of course. Times are changing. It's more common to see alphas or omegas marrying betas or even their same dynamic. I think that's lovely." His smile only grew as Katsuki blinked at him nonplussed. "Sorry, I tend to ramble. My wife says it's a problem, but I don't think so. Did you have a special someone in mind? Would you like to take a closer look?"

"I'm... late... to meet... with the omega I'm courting," he said haltingly, unable to resist the other alpha's probing. That happened sometimes with the older alphas. It felt like a sense of community to him, one he resisted, but appreciated when he actually took their unsolicited advice.

"You're only getting more late, but this young omega might like a gift in return. It's not an apology, but it could be the start of one."

"I-"

"If you didn't want to take a closer look, you would have already walked away. You don't have to buy anything, but you could keep it in mind."

Sound logic, and with a sigh, Katsuki nodded. Only a few minutes later he had bought the beanie, and a few minutes after being gushed over by the old man's old omega wife, he was sprinting even faster than before. He felt lighter with the beanie clutched in his hand though, and the only thing in his chest was the anticipation of handing the gift over to Izuku.

It felt like there had been a lot of helping hands in his courting of Izuku, but it also felt like he'd been squandering the chances. With any luck, this would push the scales back in his favor. He hadn't heard anything else about the date Izuku had gone on, and sadistically, he hoped it hadn't gone well for the alpha.

When Katsuki finally shoved into the rink, he let out an explosive sigh of relief. Music played through the rink, and he seemed to have come in right at the crescendo. Not only that, but he immediately recognized the song.

' All the shine of a thousand spotlights/all the stars we steal from the night sky/will never be enough- '

Slowly, Katsuki stepped out enough for him to fully see the rink.

There was Izuku, occupying the whole rink with his presence if not his body. Whenever Izuku skated -really skated, not what he did in practice- it was impossible to look away from him. And in that moment, it was even more so.

Out on the ice, Izuku moved more elegantly than ever. There was no wobble in his stance, no hesitation in his jumps. There was a languidness to his movements that made something deep in Katsuki's chest ache to join him. And then he saw the look on Izuku's face.

He clutched the beanie even more tightly. "Why does he look so sad?" he whispered to himself.

He nearly jumped out of his skin for the second time that night when he heard Uraraka speak up from beside him. He hadn't seen her or Kaminari on the bench, too absorbed in his partner.

"I think you know, Bakugou. It might not be obvious to him, but you and I aren't dense."

On the ice, Izuku lifted his open palms toward the ceiling, staring up at them longingly. ' Towers of gold are still too little/these hands could hold the world but it'll/never be enough/never be enough- '

He watched Izuku until the end of the song before going to take the seat between Kaminari and Izuku's bag. As discreetly as possible, trying to make it look like he was getting into his own bag, he carefully slid the beanie into Izuku's bag.

Then he went to grab for his skates. An image flashed passed his eyes. Crimson blood on stark white ice. Fear and pain in forest green eyes. Tears on freckled cheeks. A young girl’s hand clutched in his as he used his pheromones to calm her.

"Kacchan, you made it!"

Sucking in a sharp breath and doing his best to calm the sharp rise and fall of his chest, he glanced at Izuku leaning over the wall. The omega's cheeks were flushed, pushed up high on his face from the force of his smile.

"I was worried you weren't going to."

There was a subtle undertone to his words, something that went along with the song that was now repeating through the speakers. Katsuki swallowed, and squeezed his hands into fists to keep them from shaking. He couldn't practice with Izuku tonight, couldn't touch him, not in his state. He'd fuck up. Make a mistake. Get them both hurt. He shouldn’t have come.

He pulled his hands away from his bag. "Had an emergency during lessons. One of my students got hurt. Phone died." His sentences were clipped, short, just fragments that lacked any of his usual harsh tone.

"Did you see my program? It's what I had been planning for this year before Mr. Aizawa's announcement."

"Most of it. Missed the first part."

Izuku's smile never faded, but it softened marginally. He pushed away towards the rink entrance, and slid on his guards before moving over to Katsuki to crouch in front of him.

"Do you want to talk about your student? Were they seriously injured?"

Katsuki felt his mouth begin to twitch into a sneer. He forced it down, ignoring the feeling of two extra pairs of eyes on them. This moment felt private, and he wished they were alone so he could just open his mouth and spill his guts. Instead, he just said, "No."

Still, izuku smiled. He didn't stand as he asked, "Will you skate for my blog? My readers are always asking for more videos of you. I'll stay on this side and just record. Can't trust these two to get the proper shots."

Katsuki hadn't known Izuku had talked about him on his blog, and the knowledge made his alpha purr contentedly. The meaning behind Izuku's words took a moment longer to hit. He was offering him an easy way out. Time on the ice alone and an excuse to not be on the ice together for the night. He didn't know if Izuku was doing it on purpose or simply just wanted to let him skate, but the thought sent a ripple of affection through him.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," he finally said, yanking his skates from his bag.

…..

Izuku could tell that something was wrong, and he could tell it had something to do with the student that had gotten hurt. He didn't know exactly what was wrong, what was going on inside that blonde head. If he could have opened up Katsuku's brain and climbed in, he would have done it when they were twelve. No, younger. When they'd first met.

But he couldn't. They're relationship was only just getting better, and he didn't think he was allowed to or should push for a more complete answer.

The ice was the only thing he could offer. Still, he was surprised that Katsuki had so easily taken it, but he was thankful that he had.

Standing on the side of the rink while Katsuki queued up the music and pushed out to middle ice, Izuku felt himself grow giddy with anticipation. While he was desperate to feel Katsuki holding him close like he always did while they skated, he'd been waiting for a long time to get a video of Katsuki that wasn't a competition video.

He was almost vibrating as the first cords of the music played through the rink. When the singing began, he sucked in a breath.

' Some people long for a life that is simple and planned/tied with a ribbon/some people won't sail the sea cause they're safer on land/to follow what's written/but I'd follow you to the great unknown- '

' Please, let me not be imagining this ,' Izuku silently prayed every time Katsuki's eyes met his across the ice.

Katsuki's programs were usually sharp and energized and to the point. He was beautiful and skillful when he skated, but he'd never been one for delicacy. Katsuki was almost savage when he skated, and Izuku loved that about him.

Now though, Katsuki was skating like he was dancing ballet, all strong purposeful movements. All flourishing hand placements and arm sweeps.

And the look on his face was one of painful longing. ' So I risk it all just to be with you/And I risk it all for this life we choose- '

Behind Izuku, his attention was drawn to his friends as they whispered.

"Is it weird that they chose songs from the same movie?" Kaminari asked, voice just above a whisper.

Uraraka snorted. "I think it's weirder that Bakugou has watched The Greatest Showman more than anything else."

Izuku allowed for just a bare second to glance over his shoulder at them. "Shh," he hissed before swiveling back. He fell back into the skating without trouble, but something in the back of his brain wanted to tell his friends to leave. This program felt far too personal for them to be watching. Not only that, but Izuku almost wanted to be the only one to ever have seen it. He wanted to have this part of Katsuki all to himself even if he knew he'd never be allowed such a thing.

When Katsuki glided over, cheeks glowing and eyes looking more grounded than they had before, he asked, "Is that what you were hoping for?"

Staring Katsuki straight in the eye, he whispered, "More. Far more."

#my hero academia #mha #bakudeku #dekubaku #decchan #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics #omega!izuku #alpha!katsuki #figure skater au #no quirks au #my writing #sharpen your blades

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Arachnophobia

Frederick Loren x reader where the reader is scared of spiders. Requested by @megadevilness Sorry it took so long. Hope you like it! 😁

You sat alone in the drawing room, quietly reading a book trying not to pay attention to the silent yet spooky atmosphere of the mansion you were locked inside. You had been invited to a party by a friend of your brother, Frederick Loren. You only met him once before, but you remembered he was mysterious and handsome. He intrigued you. So, when you got the invite you couldn't resist, that and the promise of $10,000 dollars if you could stay the night in a haunted house. You never believed in the supernatural, so you figured this would be a piece of cake.

As you sat there, flipping through the pages of an old, dusty book you found on one of the bookshelves the lights started to flicker. It was annoying, but you paid it no attention and continued reading your book... Until the lights finally flickered off leaving you cloaked in a blanket of darkness.

You sighed and placed your book on what you assumed was the table. "Anyone there?!" You called out, getting up. "The powers out!" But there was no answer, only an eerie silence.

You squinted, trying to adjust your eyes to the dark, with little success. "Hello?!" You called out again, still no reply. Finally, you decided to try to get out of the room and see if you could find someone, hoping they would have a light.

As you tried to make your way into the hallway, you heard footsteps in the distance. "Hey! It's me, Y/N! The lights went out." You shouted, but no one answered. You could still hear the footsteps. They got louder as they got closer. In an attempt to find whoever it was, you followed the sound of the footsteps. All of a sudden, you collided with a door. Thinking this was the door to the hallway, you open it and step inside.

Without warning, there was a startling loud bang as the door slammed shut behind you, trapping you inside the room. Crap. Now what were you going to do? As you stood there, you noticed the footsteps had stopped leaving you utterly alone in the dark.

All of a sudden the lights turned on, blinding you for a moment. When your vision came back, you were met with a horrible sight. Dozens of spiders trickling down from the ceiling around you. You let out a blood curdling scream, that you were sure echoed throughout the entire house. You stood there petrified, unable to move.

"What is it?!" You hear a familiar voice from behind you ask. Luckily for you, it was Frederick Loren. You felt him gently place his hands on your shoulders. "It's alright. I'm here now. Come on." He said softly next to your ear. He slowly guided you backwards out of the room.

You took a deep breath and started to calm down. When you regained your senses you realized you were wrapped in Frederick's arms. You turn around and say with a meek smile,"Thank you, Mr. Loren. I-I'm scared of spiders." Your voice shaky.

"They are spooky little things aren't they?" He said, brushing a stray hair out of your face. You blushed and looked away, not wanting him to see how your face was turning into a lovely shade of scarlett. He let out a low amused chuckle. How cute you were, he thought to himself. There was a reason why he chose you. He remembered the first time you met too. He couldn't take his eyes off you. It was shortly after he was married. Seeing you made him wish he had waited.

"There's nothing to worry about, my dear." He assured you, taking your hand in his. You looked up into his eyes, an urge to kiss him came over you. You leaned closer to him, your lips inches apart.

Suddenly, a voice rang out interrupting your almost forbidden kiss. "It's midnight. You said to meet you here." There were a couple of other group members standing at the door, waiting to enter. You pushed yourself away and twirling your hair awkwardly, not making eye contact with anyone.

"Ah, yes! Will you all be seated?" Loren said, sounding disappointed himself. As the other guests made themselves comfortable, he turned to you and said, "Meet me here later and we'll take care of those spiders together." You smiled, knowing what he really meant, knowing that you really weren't going to get rid of any spiders. You couldn't help but look forward to it.

#frederick loren #frederick loren x reader #the house on haunted hill #vincent price #x reader #reader insert #classic movie imagines #imagines

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gods-leastfavorite-parent · 3 years

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favorite lyrics from my Jean Grey playlist~~

“Every time you bleed for reaching greatness Relentless you survive”

— Legends Never Die, League of Legends

“In the early morning The darkest dawn Here the trumpets sounding Loves final song”

— Burning Heart, SVRCINA

“Secrets tell a million lies To build the walls they hide behind But the truth is always brought to light"

— Free, SVRCINA & Tommee Profitt

“Oh, misty eye of the mountain below Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls”

— I See Fire, Ed Sheeran

"We may be the first to fall Everything can stay the same, or we could change it all”

— Meet Me on the Battlefield, SVRCINA

“There's blood on the crown, go and take it”

— Rise, League of Legends

“I sleep to keep my mind at ease I wander through a dream Of what I once believed”

— A Call to Arms, Laura Jansen

“And though it is dark in the dead of night I never go down without a fight”

— I’m Not Afraid, Wondra & Tommee Profitt

“Am I gonna fly, am I gonna fall? Am I gonna live, gonna lose it all? Will I make it out alive?”

— Will I Make It Out Alive, Jessie Early & Tommee Profitt

“Second to none Willing and able Call forth the chosen one King by fear and fable”

— Onward & Upward, Fleurie & Tommee Profitt

“Don't you know I'm dangerous? Fire burning in my blood I got this handled I don't need rescuing”

— Queen, Loren Gray

“You can call me a princess all your life 'Cause you love to keep me helpless by your side But it ain't what I want, I'ma show you I'ma show you How to treat me like a queen”

— Queen, Loren Gray

“Put me to the test I'll prove that I'm strong”

— Warrior, Beth Crowley

“If I break the glass, then I'll have to fly There's no one to catch me if I take a dive I'm scared of changing, the days stay the same The world is spinning but only in gray”

— Shatter Me, Lindsey Stirling

“It wants to kill you It wants to tear you apart It wants to thrill you This vengeful love that I've got”

— Fear the Fever, Digital Daggers

“What did you think I'd say to that? Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? They strike to kill, and you know I will”

— Mad Woman, Taylor Swift

“And there's nothing like a mad woman What a shame she went mad No one likes a mad woman You made her like that And you'll poke that bear 'til her claws come out And you find something to wrap your noose around”

— Mad Woman, Taylor Swift

“Cold in the violence After the war Hope is a fire To keep us warm”

— Tomorrow We Fight, SVRCINA & Tommee Profitt

“Destiny is overrated So I think I'll write my own"

— Reflections, We Are The In Crowd

“No more Mrs. Sweet and Miss Nice No more Mrs. Fuckin' Polite Time for Mrs. Takin' What's Mine”

— Smile, Maisie Peters

“Grasping for something unseen Knowing that her powers had no bounds She held on to the nothing in the leaves”

— Luna, Iniko

“Do not weep for me, I am not hungry anymore I pulled the shores, now back and forth I push from the core”

— Luna, Iniko

“And everyone wants to hear a strong opinion If it's the same as you”

— THAT BITCH, Bea Miller

“All the things I've done and seen Still, I don't know what life means”

— To Be Human, Marina

“I like to think about how we all look from afar People driving fancy cars look like beetles to the stars The missiles and the bombs sound like symphonies gone wrong And if there is a God, they'll know why it's so hard”

— To Be Human, Marina

“I've tasted blood and it is sweet I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet I've trusted lies and trusted men Broke down and put myself back together again”

— Nightmare, Halsey

“I'm drawn to the unknown where shadows hide A slave to the powers that magnetize There's something inside of me, I can't fight”

— Astronomical, SVRCINA

“Oh no, not I, I will survive Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive I've got all my life to live And I've got all my love to give and I'll survive I will survive, hey, hey”

— I Will Survive, Gloria Gaynor

“I must become a lion-hearted girl Ready for a fight Before I make the final sacrifice”

— Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up), Florence + the Machine

“There was a time I used to look into my father's eyes In a happy home I was a king, I had a golden throne Those days are gone Now the memory's on the wall”

— Don’t You Worry Child, Madilyn Bailey

“I'm bigger than my body I'm colder than this home I'm meaner than my demons I'm bigger than these bones And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy God damn right, you should be scared of me”

— Control, Halsey

“I have nothing to fear I have nothing to say You have nothing to take this from me Years of screaming in pain Years of anger and rage I will not be your slave”

— From the Ashes, In This Moment

“So here we are This is the end But all that dies Is born again”

— From the Ashes, In This Moment

“Ever since I had the vision When I speak, my people listen We could start a new tradition All the children, men and women (Right now) Gather 'round to burn it down We gon' start the kingdom from scratch Far too many may take advantage But it ain't gonna happen like that Time and time again I wake up and Enemies might attack, but All that matters in my opinion Is that the dynasty lasts”

— Only One King, Jung Youth & Tommee Profitt

“Who knows, if I never showed up what could've been There goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen I had a marvelous time ruining everything”

— The Last Great American Dynasty, Taylor Swift

“Alone, distraught, without control Believe there's freedom, took my soul I'll burn your shit alive and take the throne”

— Throne, Saint Mesa

“There's no walls and no ceilings as far as I know Just the echoes of scars and the unbeaten road”

— New Constellations, Ryn Weaver

“So keep callin' me crazy cause I never learned You should stop loving fire because you got burned”

— New Constellations, Ryn Weaver

“But madness and greatness Can both share a face And nobody will ever convince me to stop”

— Empire, Beth Crowley

#please do not perceive me #jean grey #phoenix #atee #a treatise on evolution and extinction #my fanfiction

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