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goldennightengale · 1 year

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Hello there! Here's my request for the day, could I have the Dorm Leaders hearing their female musician s/o sing a love song dedicated to them at VDC? As an added bonus, everyone (including their families) saw her performance and really liked it.

AAA I loved writing this so much!! I always have songs I assign to the boys going through my head all the time so this was so much fun writing! I hope you enjoy it~ -GN

Warnings: N/A

Fem! MC

A Song for Your Love

Riddle Rosehearts (Sombody to Hold My Heart - Lindsey Sterling)

When I tell you this man was flustered when you pointed him out in the crowd. Not only was your song full of love and energy, but all of your attention was on him, laser-focused on his face in the roaring crowd as you danced and sang across the stage like a professional. He’s the type to try and show his affection through actions instead of words, so expect a lot of flowers, gifts, and lots of hand-holding!

What made it even worse was he knew this was being broadcasted. Though he felt horrified by the thought of his mother watching you perform, specifically with him in mind, he was quickly reassured that she was more than amused by your eccentric proclaims of affection. She appreciates a confident woman speaking her mind, especially towards her son.

Leona Kingscholar (Lazy Love - Chloe X Halle)

Smug Bastard x100 He’s making that concert seat look like a throne with how confident he looks, knowing full well that you are talking about him. Nobody else in the thousands seated near him. (Don’t mention how he might have a slight ego about being the second prince, he can’t give you the throne you deserve but he can give himself to you instead. Knowing you return the gesture makes him unreasonably happy)

Forgot it was being broadcasted until he got a facetime call from his brother congratulating him on having a mate of his very own, especially one so talented! Cheka starts begging him to bring you back to the palace and Leona hangs up before he can get the waterworks going.

Azul Ashengrotto (Cariño - The Marías)

Stuck between stunned, smug, and highly embarrassed. He has this goofy smile as he watches you strut across the stage, occasionally ducking his face into his hands when you purr the lyrics into the mic and wink at him in the crowd.

His mama went NUTS when she caught her guppy getting serenaded on live broadcast and demanded that he bring you home. She wants to meet the gal who made her baby smile like that!

Kalim Al-Asim (What is Love? - Jonelle Monáe)

Your hype man. He’s jumping, dancing, screaming your name, and “I love you”s as you perform. Jamil tries to get him to calm down but how could he when you look like the brightest star in the desert sky? His Jewel has talent!

His father was laughing so loudly when he called, delighted with his son’s choice in love. Immediately offered to build you a personal stadium in return for you (marrying his son) performing for the entire Al-Asim family.

Vil Shoenheit (Only Girl (In the World) - Rihanna)

Smug x100 pt. 2, He is preening under the spotlight of your affections and, while he may be judging your routine (lovingly ofc), he genuinely likes how you make it clear to others that he chose you above everyone else. Though he does question if you have a death sentence announcing your relationship so boisterously.

His father loved your performance! Bold and confident, you really must have what it takes to make his son fall so hard for you. While he may not be at the front of the musical entertainment business, he’d be willing to get you some connections if you ever decide to pursue music in the field.

Idia Shroud (Icarus - Grant Knoche)

Hates the attention but melts under your loving stare, completely enraptured by your declaration of love and the thought that you did all this for him. Is 100% recording everything so he can rewatch it over and over again late at night and squeal like a fangirl in the privacy of his room.

His parents teased him relentlessly for finally getting a girlfriend, calling you his Pomegranate, and begging him to bring you home so they can meet you properly. Your references to a well-known myth are not lost on them, and the dedication to get close knowing the potential to get hurt is more than enough to get their trust. His hair is pink by the end of the call but you can tell he’s really happy they like you.

Malleus Draconia (Sunset - Caroline Polachek)

Smug x100 pt. 3, because not only did you invite him to this whole ordeal, but you were performing for him and admitting how much you felt about him in front of such a large crowd. Is not aware of your performance being broadcasted, but knowing that everyone will know who you chose as a mate is more than enough to get him all smug again.

Oh, his grandmother is more than pleased that her grandson found someone so wonderful to rule beside him. The trust you put in him, the clear admittance that you see him as a safe place, it's all proof to the reigning Queen. She’s heard a lot about you from Lilia so it only makes sense for you to visit Briar Valley to make your engagement official, no?

I know this was very short but I hope I fulfilled your wish! -GN

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #my god finding good images is so difficult

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bambieyedoll · 1 year

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i saw ur bella hc on my feed and i am instantly obsessed, faster than the speed of light ‼️🥹 can i request an hc where its a looking from afar sort of thing? like bella is rlly known now but also musician reader 🤭 like would they fangirl ab each other on public or privately? would they meet?AAAAAAAAAAAAAA 😫

hi, baby ! aw, that’s so sweet. thank you so much for that, it means a lot to me. here it is, i hope you like it, love. ♡

bella would be obsessed the moment they hear your voice on the radio while driving home from work. would quickly download your album that same night feeling intrigued by you.

in a couple of days, they already watched every interview and stalked your social media.

the way you expressed, both through your art, your songs, and in interviews, made them wish they could talk to you, desire holding a conversation with you.

you were just mesmerizing to bella.

would listen to your songs every day without fail. it relaxed them whenever they were feeling tired or overwhelmed because of their work.

the effect you had on them was something else.

you’d have them fangirling in secret whenever you posted on instagram or released a new song.

bella would keep you for themselves. just gatekeeping you, holding onto the feeling of you being a treasure they had found and only they knew.

you knew them and admired their work dearly too.

bella’s work on the series the last of us was just breathtaking. you found yourself every sunday sitting on your sofa with a snack watching new episodes.

you stalked bella’s instagram too.

your curiosity about them as a person grew and you loved watching their interviews. adored listening to their opinions and point of view about the series.

you wouldn’t dare to follow them on instagram tho.

your shy nature wouldn’t let you. however, you did posted your tv screen with the tlou intro one sunday.

when bella watched your story using their secret acc, they went nuts. they would let out a little squeak and giggles. the happiness was so real.

would go all shy afterwards. knowing you watched their work and not only that, you’ve been watching them every sunday.

the day you finally followed them, bella would be on could nine. immediately following you back, to your surprise and delight.

two little cuties staring at their phones in their respective houses. totally oblivious to the admiration and the (massive) crush you had on each other.

bella would think about texting you a hundred times after you officially became mutuals on ig.

wouldn’t do it due to their shyness and nervousness.

honestly, bella would open your dm’s, write something, read it five times, then delete it and exit the app. just overthinking the whole thing.

you, on the other hand, would feel courageous after following them and getting a follow back. so one day, you deep breathed and wrote to them first.

just imagine the moment bella woke up one day and saw your message on their dm’s.

they would double blink just to make sure they were awake and it wasn’t a dream.

from that day on, bella and you would text though instagram and share your mutual admiration.

bella would flag your chat to make sure your was the first one they’d see.

would get to know each other more and more in just a couple of days then they would officially ask for your number with some cute excuse like wanting you to be able to call them if you needed anything.

bella wouldn’t get over the excitement of having gotten your number.

would add your contact with a lovely heart after your name and then smile to themselves at how pretty it looked.

talking to each other would became a daily need.

your day wouldn’t be complete without your “good morning” and “sweet dreams”.

they’d give you smooth little compliments every here and there, making you blush through the phone.

you would also start to videocall. making it even more personal but also difficult to hide the effect you had on each other.

the first videocall was a mix of adorable pink painting both your cheeks, nervous giggles and glowing eyes glancing at each other.

for real, they wouldn’t be able to focus being well aware that your soft gaze was directed at them through the screen of their phone.

sometimes, you would sing to them obeying their adorable demand.

the song was up to their choice but when they said you could sing what you choose you opted for a verse of “glue song” and that made their heart go crazy.

bella’s crush on you would grow to the point they started to think about you even more constantly.

asking you on a date would be on their mind 24/7.

the day they finally asked you out (after planning it on detail) it was though a video call you both had before going to sleep.

it was something you started doing, finding comfort in your conversations that sometimes lasted until late night before wishing each other sweet dreams.

you immediately would say yes while nodding slightly with the purest smile just for them.

bella would let out a happy “yes!” in celebration after you ended the call and went to sleep feeling like the most fortunate person alive.

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey x y/n #bella ramsey x you #fanfic #fluff #celebrity x reader #bella ramsey headcanons #lgbtq #request

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chemicalarospec · 5 months

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tag game: 9 people you'd like to get to know better

thank you!! @pomegranates-and-onyx and @lowoliet!!! <3 I'm missed doing these tbh. I reordered the items so the sequence makes more sense xoxo

Favorite color: I usually say purple but I don't really feel that strongly

Relationship status: lmaoo I'm aro (greyro-ish?). I actually have long thought I would like to fake-date/date for fun, but just the other day went "I still haven't kissed anybody and I know plenty of ppl have a 1st older than me but tbh I don't think I ever will". Other than that, I've got a few friends I really like, a few friends I kinda don't, and some people in between. Solid nuclear family tho 👍

Currently consuming (eating, by the looks of the trend): Waiting on a response from a friend to see if her cookies (mint & chocolate) are tree nut-free. I hope I can eat them; they look great.

Last song: "Capital M-E" by Taking Back Sunday (I cheated a little b/c last night I listened to a bunch of random songs lol)

Current watching: Dan and Phil? Hbomb's latest video? theoretically, Death Note, Cunk on Earth, and Akira and Akira.

Last movie: Die Hard haha

Three ships: lawlight, tntduo … hm, Arthur/Eames from Inception is a favorited Ao3 tag I do regularly go back to

First ship: Not *too* sure either but I think it HAS to be Snowbaz b/c of the Fangirl -> Tumblr blog stalker thing & that book introducing me to fandom (whoops, that 'thing's not universal knowledge... after Fangirl I scoured Rainbow Rowell's blog which led me to gingerhaze.tumblr.com (he did the cover art) and b/c I couldn't read Nimona online I read his blog instead. b4 that I only went to youtube.com and minecraft.net) WAIT NO. I've always considered genderswapped Johnlock (SheJane) to be my first ship hahaha. (yes, it had to be genderswapped. reality was different back then)

Currently working on: sooo *twirls hair* there's these Hamlet scene analyses (plural)... that were due today.... also some Calc I think... my portfolio for a writing contest... Blind Justice Light Yagami drawing, if the motivation holds. And my Death Note fics I listed here :D

tagging @detective-horse-girl @l3mon-boy @cmstyles19 @sophaeros @i-could-bee-an-angel & seconding @drfurter well @novaliae I know you pretty well but you too of course :) no pressure to anybody if you'd rather not do it tho! & feel free to join in the fun and let me know u would like to foster mutual affection :D

#i was gonna reblog one of u but i saw that everyboyd's making a new post #I said this #tag game #i love doing these but everytime it gets to the tagging part i carefully calcuate who to tag based off what mutuals were last in my notes +#how personal the posts they liked/reblogged were.#personal #ships #it took me like an hour to do this lol... hamlet here i come...#i'm liking it less than i expected? idk

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adracat · 1 year

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G Witch episode 16 thoughts

Or the episode where the real plot thickens. No offense to earth and Guel but these are the sort of stakes and drama I'm weak for. Truly a wonderful present to receive on this blessed of Sundays! Just in time for Walpurgisnacht too

And we start off strong with this heated Prospera and Bel confrontation! Cont. from last time, Bel just learned Eri Samaya is not Suletta Mercury or even alive anymore, but a mysterious 3rd thing-- her biometric code uploaded to the cloud aka Aerial. We learn her immature body couldn't handle it so she perished. Eri is now entirely composed of Permet particles, and without Aerial housing her consciousness she'll dissipate. The Gundam is literally possessed by a child's ghost.

And it seems with a permet score of 8, the datastorm can be extended with Quiet Zero and create a space for Eri to live. Or that's the implication, I gather. How exactly that would happen is a mystery though I suspect it would mean granting Eri a new physical body, perhaps by 'overwriting' Suletta's mind/soul. (Well this is sounding familiar, isn't it 3h fans?)

But amid all this, there's the matter of Benerit's leadership. Without Delling, they need someone to control the various corporate beasts so it's decided they'll hold an election. Awfully democratic of them tbh. Though I wager leadership might boil down to whoever can crush hardest in a Mobile Suit royale.

We know Shaddiq will be throwing his hat in the ring, as will our prodigal failson Guel by the looks of it. Speaking of, I wish he had a bigger moment with his brother but maybe later? Their surprise was pretty good, and I enjoyed Guel's talk with Petra. She's grown up quite a bit from the shallow bully/fangirl of the first season.

Moving on to Mio, I went nuts over this shot. Suletta is fulfilling all her promises!! Even cleaned her disaster area of a room and messaging three times per day. She's unnervingly good at following directions tbh.

Adored this so much too. Lauda is grateful to GUNDARM for their aid and subsequently clears them of suspicion in the terrorist attacks. He goes out of his way to say Mio is free from the dueling games too, but Mio could care less about that petty nonsense. Her heart and mind is set on Suletta.

Quick mention to Secilia for being the most relatable person in the show. She just wants to sit on this god forsaken couch, watch the drama, and see who'll be Miorine's husbando. She's so funny, I swear.

And ofc we get spacian/earthian hostility in the wake of the attacks. You can't blame these kids for being scared and lashing out at the nearest targets but also Earth House was clearly not involved and aiding students during. Even Lauda of all people can understand that. They are grieving for a friend apparently which just complicates the situation further. Sad for all tbh

Martin steps up to defend his housemates, which was nice to see, but it's Mio who is able to shut down their hostility with a clever bit of blackmail. She's so cool and taking no one's guff this season

Nika had a brief interaction with Sabina, but it was insightful. We understand Sabina's loyalty to Shaddiq now as she's an earthian who was taken in by Grassley. Like Nika, she wants to become a bridge for spacians and earthians. Their methods contrast Nika's but they're all coming from the same place. Sabina is anyway. Shaddiq is a bit more inscutable.

Detective Mio is exploring all avenues in her quest and the space assembly league are all too happy to collaborate. They all find Shin Sei and Prospera suspicious, it seems. Valid observation. She does manage to locate Nika, sorta, and brings that information back to the others.

Mio is so adorable when Earth House thanked her for everything. This is probably the first time in years people appreciate who she is on her own merits and formed bonds that aren't conditional or tied to her father. It was just a really wholesome moment. Ah I love her and Earth House! Especially after hearing that first drama cd sketch.

Shout out to Till for shipping these two like the rest of us. Solid wingman right there. Poor Suletta doesn't quite know where they stand after all this time and doesn't want to be a nuisance, but still desperate to show Mio her dedication.

Just look at this pathetic puppy face 🥺

Only a monster could say no to that look, and luckily for her Mio is an understanding and loving bride.

Prospera Jumpcare. Watch out y'all, this one has a mean bite. Her showing up suddenly was unnerving. For the love of all that is holy, never do this again lady. Creeping me out somethin fierce.

HOO BOOOY where to begin? So 5lan was rejected from Aerial immediately, unlike when Eri was humoring El4n and Mio. Is this a sign she's grown in power or just fed up with 5lan's gremlin antics? Could be a combo of both! I take this as confirmation there were multiple failed clones/instances of Eri and Suletta was the lone sucess. The others look Eri's age. 12 of them in total, making Suletta unlucky 13.

I kinda felt sorry for 5lan here, cause he has a right to want to live and not be a tool but also... I don't like him and wish him nothing but misery for being a creep + striking Bel, who I do love. Poor Bel is not having a good week in between Prospera's guilting and now 5lan's.

And we finally arrive at THE SCENES we've been waiting for. It's so wonderfully tense but also tentatively hopeful at the start. Suletta who wants nothing more than to bridge the gap and Mio who wants the same.

Mio starts off with an empathetic apology, stating she understands Suletta's choice in ep12 even if it was traumatic for her. But the reconciliation derailed the moment Suletta declares her mother was right after all. She did the right thing. Run gain one, move forward and gain two.

Mio is galvanized by this logic and hastens to ask Suletta how she can smile at something so terrible. She might understand why Suletta killed for her sake, but she doesn't get how Suletta can just blindly accept everything is ok; that murder was right. Then Mio goes directly in, striving to make Suletta understand. She presses her about her mother, asking if Suletta would do anything. Including giving up her dream for Mercury or killing again.

Her answer, while terrible, is yes. To all of it. Suletta would forfeit the school for Mercury. Would kill again at the behest of her mother. Would do anything so long as her mother said it was right.

Suletta only sees the positives. She got to go to school, have friends, and meet Miorine who she loves. All because she moved forward at her mother's demand. It's horrifying but it makes perfect sense why she would think this way. It's clear from her anxious gestures she's not wholly oblivious to the horror either, but deems her discomfort inconsequential when she gains so much from obeying.

Hearing this speech is the breaking point for Mio who dashes away, leaving a forlorn Suletta to gaze after her. And we're swiftly shown what exactly she has on her mind

This scene was electric from the start. Someone is finally calling out Prospera's manipulation and while she's unflappable as always you have to admire Mio's fire. She wants Suletta to be freed and doesn't care a whit what Prospera thinks.

GOOOOOD this quote. We know Mio loves Suletta genuinely but Prospera only sees her 'daughter' as a tool to be tossed around and used by others. Her phrasing is disgusting in this exchange. 'She's a good little girl, isn't she?' *shivers*

Prospera proceeds to lay her cards on the table and is amazingly forthright, declaring her intent. She reveals her hungry fixation for vengeance and 21 yr long grudge against Delling.

Ngl it's pretty hilarious that Mio doesn't mind the idea of these adults killing themselves fighting each other so long as she and Suletta are left alone. Mio in protective wife mode fr.

It's not that easy however, as Prospera coerces Miorine to help her with QZ. And the first step is to become president of the Benerit group. Miomio for President 2023!! Will she find a loophole from this dire situation? Cast your votes now as we await what becomes of our stellar cast until the next Suletta Sunday~

#gundam witch from mercury #g witch #sulemio #miorine rembran #suletta mercury #prospera mercury #belmeria winston #nika nanaura #g witch spoilers #g witch episode 16 #suletta x miorine #you can do it Mio!!#it's rough being the dueteragonist

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starseneyes · 4 months

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Good Omens - A Good Kiss

I know we all have hopes and dreams for Season 3. And we all know the masterful Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman already had a plan and it will be sensational, whatever it is.

But as I considered my personal, fangirl wish list, I finally reached the crux of why mine includes a "good" kiss for our favorite ineffable idiots.

And... well... it's personal. But, I thought I'd share. Writing things out is always healing for me, so maybe it'll help someone else, ya know?

TRIGGER WARNING: Assault / Child Molestation

When I was 12 years old, I rode home from a funeral with my abuela's best friend's husband. I was told repeatedly he was like a second grandfather to me since mine died when I was only 8.

So, once we arrived at his house ahead of my abuela and her friend, I kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for listening to me on the ride as I rattled on about Star Trek.

He took this as an invitation to stick his tongue down my throat. He went to put his arms around me, but I let my body weight drop to the floor and crawled away until I could stand. I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in until my abuela and her friend arrived.

When they did, I asked for a pen and paper to write down various nuts. I asked them for suggestions, and while I did write down nuts... I also wrote down what happened. I passed the note to my abuela, asking her to double check my notes.

We left moments later. But in the car, she yelled at me. She said I "made him do it" and that I was an over-affectionate, bad girl. That I shouldn't tell anyone, especially my mother, because she would be angry with me.

Suffice it to say, that was the last summer I spent with her. But only after I found the bravery to tell my mother what happened months later.

The damage was done. I believed my abuela that I was the problem. I believed I ruined everything. The psychological damage from that whole thing spanned decades.

// END TRIGGER

So, for me, I want Crowley and Aziraphale to have a kiss that is good because their first kiss was absolutely awful. Narratively gutting and incredible? Yes. Gosh, yes. But awful.

And I want to watch them have a shared kiss that is sweet and filled with the love they both obviously feel for one another.

I'm not likening the Aziracrow kiss to assault. Please know that. I'm only connecting the dots of why I respond so strongly to the idea of a "good" kiss for our ineffables.

I realized that my trauma is informing how I view that first kiss of theirs. It isn't the sweet, loving, wonderful kiss that I want for them. I want them to have the opportunity to kiss one another openly, on the same page, fully enveloped in one another's love and embracing it.

They aren't defined by whether or not they kiss again. Their love is alive in everything they say and do. It is not conditional on a kiss.

But I still want it for them.

My whole thing with my first boyfriend when I was 16 wasn't the dream, but my first kiss was. He didn't even know my history, but I still remember him asking permission before kissing me ever so sweetly. And that kiss was strangely healing.

So while it's absolutely selfish, I do hope we get another kiss between our ineffables in Season 3. Because I want that lovely moment for them, but also for me.

I'm gutted that their first kiss was awful, and I would love them to have the sweetness that I finally found myself.

Oh, and my husband? The man I married 16 years ago and have been with 20 years? Besides a stage role (because, of course, I married an actor), I was his first kiss. And it was the sweetest!

Now, we might not get a kiss in Season 3. I completely understand that. There's an ineffable plan already in play that will be whatever it will be. But, I do have this hope... and now I understand why.

Golly, isn't it strange how the media we consume can feed into our own healing? Maybe I'll tell you the rest of my story another time. But, for now, I'm glad I understand myself a little better. Growth! Huzzah!

#tw assault #cw assault #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable spouses #anthony j crowley #az fell #tw molestation #cw molestation #trigger assault

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ofstoriesandstardust · 1 year

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chapter 4 - past mistakes (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: i know i said i was taking a break but i wrote this on a whim because i missed these two and i decided i needed immediate validation despite the fact that i’ve been getting no engagement lately. @struggling-with-delia has been helping me design this chapter since the very beginning of flight risk so i hope you all enjoy

summary: Bradley and Sunshine have to account for the choice they made as kids.

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warnings: swearing, arguing, angst

word count: 2,336

"Oh, that can’t be good.” You murmur as Phoenix pulls into the driveway.

"Why?” She asks, turning the ignition off.

“Who’s car is that?” Hangman asks from the back, knee knocking against your elbow.

You pull your seatbelt off, leaning forward to grab your purse from the ground. “Well that’s obviously Bradley’s Bronco and that’s Mav’s motorcycle, but I’m pretty sure that’s Admiral Kazansky’s car.” You say, pointing to each vehicle as you name them. The two turn to look at you, eyes wide. “I don’t know my cars all that well but I’m pretty sure I recognize it from the night we all went out to dinner.”

Hangman lets out a whistle through his teeth as Phoenix eyes you. “Think Bradshaw finally told them?”

“God, I hope so.” You say quietly. “Well, better go find out.”

“Good luck.” Phoenix calls as you open the passenger door, sliding out of the seat. You give her a smile, shutting the door and heading towards the front door.

It’s unlocked, you note, as you push it open. The distant conversation from the kitchen stops as you enter the house, shutting the door behind you. There’s a moment of silence until you hear Bradley call out for you.

“Sunshine?”

“Yeah?” You call back, setting your keys in the dish next to Bradley’s. You count the shoes by the door, noting an extra pair that aren’t usually there.

“Can you come to the kitchen?”

It’s Maverick’s voice this time. Your breath catches in your throat, confirming your suspicions.

You slip your shoes off, heading towards the kitchen, pushing the door open. “Yeah?” You ask as both Bradley and Maverick come into your line of vision. It’s only as you fully step in to the space that you spot Tom further in the kitchen by the refrigerator. Maverick nods to the empty chair next to Bradley at the table.

“Why don’t you sit?”

“Why do I get the feeling I’m in trouble?” You mumble, walking towards the chair.

“Kind of like getting called into the principal’s office, isn’t it?” Bradley jokes, though his voice is strained.

“I wouldn’t know, I didn’t get called into the principal’s office as a kid.”

“I forgot you were a goody-two shoes.” You huff out a breath as his words, rolling your eyes as you sit down in the chair. “Must just be me then.”

“The hell you’d get called to the principal’s office for?”

He gives a half-hearted shrug as he dismissively waves a hand. “Fights, stupid shit. You know.”

You want to tell him that you, in fact, do not know, but choose to keep the remark to yourself.

A silence falls over the kitchen as you look to Maverick and Tom, wondering what sort of lecture you were in for. “You look nice.” Bradley mumbles under his breath after a minute. “I mean... I just like your outfit.”

You eye him, shooting him a glare. “You saw it before I left the house.” You don’t remind him of the awkward tension that had been simmering since the beach.

“So that means I can’t tell you I like it? Why are you in a piss mood?”

“I’m not. I think you’re projecting because you’re clearly in the middle of getting lectured.”

“Projecting? Jesus, who pissed in your coffee?”

“Hangman.” You mutter before you can think better of it, the conversation with him still on repeat in your brain. Bradley sits up straighter.

“What’d he do?”

“Nothing, just said stupid shit while we were out. Can we just drop it?”

Bradley huffs, crossing his arms. “No.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because-”

“Okay you two, that’s enough of your petty bickering.” Tom says, waving a hand as he interrupts the argument. Both you and Bradley deflate, leaning back in your respective chairs.

Tom sighs, rubbing a hand over his face before moving a few steps towards the table. He looks at you first. “Now, you’re a civilian and not someone I helped raise, so I’m not in a position to lecture you about poor-decision making. You, on the other hand-” Tom says, fixing Bradley with a stare that has you withering back in the chair, even though he’s not speaking to you. “-you, I did help raise and you are also technically under my command, so you I can lecture. What the hell were you thinking?”

“Are you just mad I lied to Mav cause honestly-”

“Oh, you finally told him? Thank God.” You mutter.

“Would the peanut gallery keep their opinions to themselves, please?” Bradley snaps, eyeing you. “Look, the only reason I lied to Mav was because-”

“Bradley, you committed fraud! What you did is a crime!” Ice exclaims.

“What is he talking about?” You ask quietly, looking at Bradley.

Suddenly, you’re not so sure it’s about Bradley lying to Maverick that has him suffering through this lecture in the first place.

He sighs. “Getting married for the benefits is illegal. It’s considered fraud.” Your eyes widen.

“What?” You hiss.

“Sunsh-”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me that? Oh my God, if I had known this was illegal, I never would’ve agreed to this!”

“Well that’s kind of why I didn’t-”

“And I always thought it was just immoral! I didn’t realize it was a crime!”

“Well, I’m surprised you didn’t, since all of your Google searching is what got us here in the first place.”

“What are you even talking about?” You snap, crossing your arms.

“The whole reason Mav found out is because you left out your stupid stack of stupid articles from Google.”

“Are you seriously blaming me? How the fuck is any of this my fault? Getting married was your idea, and so was getting divorced, and so was lying to Maverick.”

He shakes his head at your words but doesn’t say anything further. Tom sighs as the conversation comes to a halt.

“Bradley, you do realize that if anybody found out about this, you could face up to five years in prison? Not to mention the dishonorable discharge and hundreds of thousands of dollars in fines.”

“What?” You nearly shout, getting whiplash from how quickly you spin to face Bradley. Bradley groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sunshine, would you just take a breath? You’re stressing me out-”

“I’m stressing you out?”

“No one was going to find out about it. We were fine. No one knew but us.”

“You told Phoenix! Who told your whole team!”

“Tom, how did you know?” Maverick says quietly, speaking for the first time since the start of the conversation.

Tom hums, looking at Maverick. “What do you mean?”

“When I called, you said you already knew. I didn’t have to tell you, you knew. That was the first thing you asked, if they were committing fraud.”

Tom sighs, crossing his arms. “Pete, you’ve seen his file. They’ve never had a shared address, she’s never been to any of the family visitations, and Brad had a girlfriend the first time he was at Top Gun.”

You glance at Bradley, a sour feeling settling in your stomach at the thought of Bradley dating someone serious enough that Ice knew about her. Still, there’s another, smaller part of you that feels vindicated that you’d been right about Tom seeing through your lie from the get-go.

“Okay, that was most definitely not in my file, which just confirms my suspicion that you two had been keeping tabs on me.” You slink down in your chair at his words, realizing that the four of you had just entered very rocky ground.

You knew very little about Bradley’s years apart from Maverick, but you’d known him at UVA, when he didn’t consider anyone family. When he didn’t trust the people around him, didn’t go home for the holidays, never even spoke of a home to return to. You knew that whatever amends they had made were still tenuous, both still walking around eggshells with the other.

“Brad-” Maverick starts, but is interrupted by Tom.

“Brad, this isn’t worth being upset about and certainly not what we’re talking about.”

“Not worth being upset about? No, I think-”

“Bradley.” You whisper, kicking his ankle. He pauses, looking at you. You give him a look, shaking your head. “It’s really not worth your energy to get mad about this. How many years ago was Top Gun at this point anyways?”

“But-”

“I’m just saying this might be better saved when we’re not at risk for getting reported for fraud and you going to jail.”

He sighs, leaning back in his chair. “You’re right.” He mutters.

“Per usual.” You say under your breath, causing him to knock his foot against your ankle.

Tom sighs. “I’m not reporting Bradley. People in the military have committed massacres. This is nothing.”

“Nepotism baby.” You mutter. Bradley kicks your shin this time, causing you to wince.

“Brad, just tell me why, because she’s made it very clear it wasn’t her idea.”

He sighs, looking to you in silent question. You give a half-shrug. “I needed the health benefits. I grew up poor, and my parents spent anything we had in savings fighting their divorce and custody battle out in the courts. By the time I got to UVA, I was on my own. He was just doing something to help me out and I can’t sit here and lie and say I was resistant to the idea, because I wasn't. It took the two of us to do this and if you’re gonna lecture him, lecture me too.”

Tom sighs, looking at Pete. Pete gives him a questioning look. “What’re you looking at me for? I called you for help and I actually like Sunshine.”

Tom huffs out a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Okay, well I think she’s given him enough hell and I like her plenty. If- if the two of you are serious about getting a divorce, then I can help you, but you both have to be sure of it. There’s no going back once this gets started.”

“I’m sure.” Bradley says automatically, causing you to glance at him with the certainty he says the words. You swallow, the heavy feeling settling in your stomach again as you think back to your conversation with Phoenix and Hangman.

It’s not fair of me to ask for more.

“Whatever he wants.” You mumble, trying not to let the sudden tears fighting their way up your throat show.

“Sunshine-”

“Well, then it’s settled. I’ll reach out to legal counsel for both of you and get the ball rolling on the paperwork. However, in the meantime, it’s imperative no one else figures out that the two of you are lying, alright?”

“Easy peasy.” Bradley says, even though his eyes are still on you.

Maverick chuckles. “Maybe not so easy peasy Baby Goose. We’ve got that gala for the awards from the uranium mission coming up.” Bradley groans as your eyes widen, causing both of the older men to chuckle.

“What gala?” You ask, head swinging around to look at Bradley.

He shrugs. “I’ll fill you in later.”

It’s your turn to groan now as you realize what this means.

“I’m gonna have to buy a dress for this, aren’t I?”

“Hey.”

You glance up from the book you’re reading to see Bradley’s figure in the doorway of the back porch. You’re curled up on the porch swing, enjoying the cool San Diego air as you read and watch the purple evening dusk settle in. “Hey.”

“Can I sit?” He asks, nodding his head to the empty space next to you. You nod as he finally moves from the doorway. He settles in the space, gently rocking the furniture with his feet as the two of you sit in silence.

“I’m sorry I started fighting with you earlier.” You say finally as you close your book, causing him to look at you. “Hangman left me in a sour mood and I just- worry about something happening to you.”

He hums. “I know. It’ll be fine. What’d Hangman even say that upset you so bad?”

You give a half shrug, picking off an imaginary piece of lint from your shorts. You think about the look Hangman had given you, trying to convince you that Bradley look at you in any way more than platonic. “It’s not important.”

Bradley nudges your knee, causing you to look up at him. “Hey, you know can talk about what he said, right? It wouldn’t be the first time Hangman said something out of line. You’re not gonna cause tension or start anything if you tell me.”

You sigh. “Yeah, I know, but...” You trail off as he looks at you. You’re struggling to meet his eyes even as he tries to catch them, the soft look on his face making the tightness in your chest return.

“But?” He prompts.

“But it’s fine. We’ll go to this gala, and keep up the lie, and then get divorced and then it’s back to real life for the both of us.”

“Real life?”

You suck in a breath, realizing that you’d accidentally wandered into dangerous territory, potentially having to explain to him that lying had caused the boundaries between reality and fantasy to become blurred. “Just... the lying, you know? We’ll end the lie and go back to real-life and you don’t have to pretend anymore. We can go our separate ways.”

He sits up straighter at your words. “Separate ways?” He echoes. “We’ll still be friends.”

You offer him a tight smile, although you fear it may come off more like a grimace. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

“Sunshine-”

You stand up from the swing. “I have to go buy a dress for this gala apparently and I’m kind of tired so I think I’m gonna go to bed.”

One didn’t have to do with other, you knew that and he knew that, but it gave you the window you needed to turn on your heel, slipping through the screen door and back inside the house.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fics #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw fics #bradley rooster bradshaw fic #top gun: maverick #top gun: maverick fics #flight risk

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w0oin · 2 years

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As usual i got bored. School sucks. So i when through fics in ao3. I when across a fic where someone mistaken Danny for a vampire because of his ghost maturity fangs.

But mixed that with Danny in Gotham and went to rich kids school becuz Vlad. Let's go with parents moving there bcuz fam? Maybe even mixed it Pamela or aka Poison Ivy is Maddie's sis/cousin and maybe becuz ghost activity had died out in Amity who knows.

Anyways. So new school new ppl. He forgot how weird Casper high was. How ignorance ppl of Amity were. The odd things becomes normal in half of his high school life in Amity but in Gotham? Nah bro these ppl r too observing to newcomer.

His pale skin, sharp teeth and glowy eyes had gain a new reputation. Ppl made bets on what he is. The most bets on is that his a vampire. Most kids there r nuts so yes fangirls/boys but Danny mistaken it as mockery. There's happened to be an actual Vampire hunter child's in that school. They happened to be curious of the new kid. They checked and conclude "Yep definitely a vampire." And attempted to end him. This woulda be just goddamn fine if Danny could make this kid shut and he did make the kid shut but there was a witness. Damien Wayne. But Danny doesn't know that lol. So now Damien makes it his goal to find out why a vampire is at his school or if this kid even a vampire or just attempted to befriend Danny because vampires are cool.

#dead serious #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #thoughts are annoying #brain vomit ig #danny/damien #damian wayne #damien wayne #I'm confuse is damien or damian?

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cromulentbookreview · 3 months

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Fun with Fungi!

Huh, what's this? *cleans away dust* oh, yeah, this blog is still a thing. I probably should've written more reviews, but...

I mean, I could come up with an excuse, but I'm too lazy. Just as I am too lazy to continually update this book review blog that nobody reads. I mean, I just wrote a review *consults calendar* uh. In 2022. Dang, I have been lazy. Oh well.

I'm like a rug on valium, I'm talking lazy.

And by that, I mean: let's have a dual review of the Sworn Soldier series: What Moves the Dead and its sequel, What Feasts at Night by T. Kingfisher!

Those covers, man. They're awesome, but at the same time: poor bun bun. Poor horsie.

So technically, what I'm doing here is not one but two reviews. So I'm actually being really, really productive right now and not lazy in the slightest.

This is a legitimately true story, I swear. Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away...by which I mean, four or five years back or so, I'd never heard of T. Kingfisher / Ursula Vernon in my life until I got into a fight with her on Twitter* on whether or not the fruit of the hazel tree should be referred to as Filberts or Hazelnuts.

For the record, I am firmly team hazelnut. I mean, they're nuts from a hazel tree. Hazel+nuts = hazelnuts. Who in their right mind wants to eat something called a filbert? But, terminology varies as T. Kingfisher is firmly on team filbert. My parents also call them filberts on occasion which is weird to me as we live in an area lousy with hazelnut farms.

Mmmm, Hazelnuts...

Anyway! I had no idea who this person was but I got into a tongue-in-cheek gif fight on Twitter with them regarding hazelnut v. filbert. Feeling bad that I got into a fight with a random person online on their hazel tree fruit name preferences, I went to their profile, saw they were an author, looked up their books and bought the two books of the Clocktaur Wars series. I tore through them, and continued on, reading all of the World of the White Rat series (I just saw that we're getting a new one in January and I might have let out a bit of a fangirl screech), and the absolutely delightful A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking and Minor Mage. So far, every single one of T. Kingfisher's books that I've read has been awesome. Nettle & Bone? Amazing. Thornhedge? I'm a very slow reader, but I devoured it in an afternoon.

T. Kingfisher writes amazing fantasy novels and I absolutely love them. She also writes horror. Which is where I hit a brick wall because I'm a baby who doesn't handle horror well. I don't like horror movies. I don't often read horror books. Because the world is scary enough without ghosts and poltergeists and demons and jump scares. Also I watched The Ring when I was 12 and it scared the shit out of me. Anyway! Oddly enough, I've always found myself drawn to horror-type stories. I mean, horror fits so well in fantasy and sci-fi (looking at you, Doctor Who episodes that gave me nightmares). As an adult, I've found myself more and more willing to dip my toe into horror fiction. Season 1 of The Terror, one of my favorite-ever TV series is considered horror (maybe because it's not jump-scare scary, it's existentially scary. Also it's set in the past. Also it's got dudes-on-boats, my favorite genre). Part of me really, really likes horror stories set in the past - no horror like 18th/19th/Early 20th century horror, amirite?

Right?

Well, whatever, I just like horror to be ye olde timey horror, OK? Like Crimson Peak, The Witch, The Death of Jane Lawrence, Mexican Gothic, The Woman in Black, The Hacienda, Vampires of El Norte, The Hunger ... spooky-scary Gothic-y-Romantic-y-type stories that have a historical element to them. Those are awesome. I'm slowly - very slowly! - getting myself to read more contemporary horror stories. I understand that The Twisted Ones and A House With Good Bones are really, really good, but....what can I say, I'm a wuss. And contemporary stories aren't really my jam. I read to get away from the contemporary world, damn it!

(Me, too scared to read contemporary horror but not too scared to listen to 900,000 true crime podcasts).

Right, where were we?

Oh, yeah. The review(s). I'm starting to understand why no one ever read this blog and why I let myself be lazy.

In What Moves The Dead we meet Alex Easton, a Gallacian ex-soldier on their way to visit their old friends, the Ushers, at their delipidated estate in the rural countryside of Ruravia. Alex had word that Madeline Usher was dying, and they wanted to be there for Madeline and her brother, Roderick. Roderick had been a fellow soldier with Alex back in the day and -

Wait a minute, Roderick and Madeline Usher? Delipidated mansion? Unspecified 19th century middle of nowhere...

Yep, this story is, indeed, a retelling of Poe's The Fall of the House of Usher, and it does a much better job than certain series you might find on Netflix.

Moving on:

Alex, Roderick and Madeline were childhood friends, and Roderick and Alex even fought together back in the day. Alex is a "sworn soldier" - something unique to their home country of Gallacia, a small, backwater country located somewhere between Bulgaria, Hungaria and that other -Garia, a vaguely Central/Eastern European nation with a language somehow structurally worse than Finnish, Hungarian and Icelandic combined. The Gallacian language has seven sets of pronouns: there's one set used only when referring to God, a set used to refer to children before puberty, one set specifically for inanimate objects...and, as the Gallacians are a fierce warrior people (though they're not exactly great at it), there's a special pronoun set just for soldiers.

So, in Gallacia, anyone, regardless of gender, can waltz up to the nearest military recruitment post, declare themselves a soldier, and be given a sword and a new set of pronouns within the hour. Hence the term "sworn soldier."

Anyway!

Prior to arriving at the House of Usher, Alex encounters an Englishwoman, Miss Eugenia Potter, a mycologist studying the local mushrooms, and there are some gnarly-looking (and smelling!) mushrooms. In fact, the whole landscape around Usher House seems...off. Everything seems dead or dying. Random hares will stand up and just stare right at you.

And not in a cute way, either.

As if the landscape weren't bad enough, once Alex gets to the Usher House, Roderick himself barely resembles the soldier Alex once knew. His skin has gone bone-white and he's as thin as a skeleton. He seems terrified by something but can't quite articulate what. Madeline is still alive, but in bad shape. Not even Roderick's friend Denton, an American doctor, can say what is wrong with her and Roderick (Catalepsy? Anemia? Hysteria? Roomis Igloomis? Who knows?). Denton and Alex immediately figure it's something to do with their environment - the house is both rotting and falling apart around them - but Roderick insists that Madeline can't leave, and if she can't leave, he won't leave.

Determined to find out what's happening to their friends, Alex resolves to stay. But things in the House of Usher are starting to get weird. For one thing, Madeline sleepwalks far more than a dying woman should, speaking in a strange, child-like voice, there's a lake outside that seems to pulse and shine with odd lights, there's a legion of undead hares wandering around and, seriously, what is up with those mushrooms??? With the help of Denton, Miss Potter, and their trusty batman, Angus, Alex must figure out what the hell is going on with the House of Usher...before whatever it is starts to spread.

What Moves The Dead is short and sweet and the perfect book to read when it's cold and dreary outside - and definitely not one you want to read before eating a giant bowl of mushroom risotto. If you're looking for a fantastic, spooky-type read that reads like if Edgar Allan Poe and The Last of Us joined forces with an army of undead bunnies.

But!

Luckily for all of us, Alex Easton's adventures don't stop with the events at the House of Usher.

It's late in the autumn and poor Alex would much rather be in Paris. Unfortunately, Angus has successfully guilt-tripped them into a trip to Alex's family's old hunting lodge back in the Old Country, aka Gallacia. Nothing like good old Gallacia in the winter where everything is damp, cold, cold, and, you guessed it! Damp.

But the redoubtable British mycologist Miss Eugenia Potter wishes to study some Gallacian mushrooms, and Angus, who is absolutely sweet on her, pretty much voluntold Alex to come along to act as Miss Potter's translator and use their hunting lodge as a home base.

So instead of a beautiful late Autumn/Winter in Paris, Alex is stuck back home.

*Sigh* looks nice, doesn't it?

As much as Alex sulks at the thought of spending several weeks back home, it's not like they're going to say no to Angus and Miss Potter. Not after everything they went through with the Usher House *shudder*.

Unfortunately, when Angus and Alex arrive at the lodge to help get it ready for Miss Potter's arrival, the caretaker, Codrin, is nowhere to be found. A quick trip to the nearby village reveals that Codrin has been dead for the past two months. But the locals are being very cagey about what killed him - Codrin's daughter is very insistent that it was just a lung infection, nothing else, no further questions, goodbye.

Finding a replacement for Codrin proves difficult, as it seems none of the villagers want to go near the lodge because there's a rumor that Codrin wasn't killed by inflammation of the lungs, but by a creature called a Moroi - a woman who sits on your chest and quite literally steals your breath. And the rumor is, a Moroi has taken up residence at the Hunting Lodge.

Yikes.

After some effort, Alex manages to hire a new housekeeper: the ill-tempered Widow Botezatu, who brings her grandson Bors along with her. The Widow immediately hates Alex, thinking them a wastrel, but Bors is nice enough. Miss Potter arrives, complete with terrible Gallacian phrasebook, but it soon becomes clear things aren't quite right at the Lodge. Alex begins to experience strange dreams - dreams in which a woman is kneeling on their chest because, yep, the Moroi is very real, and it can get to you in your dreams, just like Groundskeeper Willie in Treehouse of Horror VI.

Which is to say like Freddie Kruger, but still.

When it becomes clear that the Moroi is after the residents of the lodge, it's up to Alex, Angus and Miss Potter to figure out how to defeat a creature that can infiltrate your dreams.

What Feasts at Night is just as creepy, eerie and atmospheric as What Moves the Dead - there is plenty of non-fungal body horror and, mercifully, no zombie bun buns. Kingfisher is fantastic at capturing the terror of having your ability to breathe taken from you, and of the dread of having to fight something you can't grasp while awake. How she manages to pack so much into two short novels, I have no idea.

RECOMMENDED FOR: Anyone in the mood for some short, sweet spooky horror.

NOT RECOMMENDED FOR: Anyone who gets easily queasy, someone in the middle of eating a nice mushroom risotto, someone who really, really, really loves bunnies being alive and living their best lives, anyone who might wake up in the middle of the night with their cat on their chest staring directly into their eyes...

RELEASE DATE FOR WHAT FEASTS AT NIGHT: February 13, 2024

RATING FOR BOTH: 5/5

ANTICIPATION LEVEL FOR SWORN SOLDIER BOOKS: Chigori

#book review #horror #t. kingfisher #what moves the dead #what feasts at night #edgar allan poe #mushrooms #zombie bunnies #Gallacia #sworn soldier #Alex Easton #Angus #Miss Potter #Mycology #Moroi #Dream monster

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thisismisogynoir · 1 year

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i hate how fandoms never want to hear that black women are beautiful or desireable like??? i'll give you an example- whenever chan (the leader of stray kids) flirts with white stays or calls white ppl pretty or whatever everyone loses their shit and it's all good right? well there were these two times he did that but with these black girls. naturally black stray kids fans went nuts, me included. idk it just felt nice- but white stays proceeded to just insult the hell out of us, call us crazy, etc etc etc, like what? but when you were doing all of that fangirling it was fine??? i just hate double standards so much. sorry for the rant but i felt like you of all people would get this yk?

Exactly, they hate knowing that Black women are attractive too because then they're white femininity is challenged. Take how whenever Black girls end up with white guys in fiction suddenly white women are all "nooo he likes this random white girl that only showed up for one second of the movie instead!" or decide he's gay(but then only ship him with white boys, never Black boys), and claim the Black girl is a strong independent woman/hc her as aroace(and aroace people still deserve representation but them doing this and noticeably never hcing them as lesbian shows that they don't think Black girls deserve any love at all), because feminism! Girl power! Except it's not! They just want to remain seen as the most attractive, desirable, feminine race...I saw this with how white music crits hated Pretty Girl Rock because it was "shallow" and told girls to be vain and only brag about their looks...! No! Black girls deserve to feel beautiful and that's what the song and music video is about! And in the comments a long time ago when someone said "Black women are beautiful", a comment from a white woman said "all women are beautiful, not just Black women, let's not put other women down to lift each other up, shall we?!" like there is nothing y'all have that Black women don't! It's racism, that's it! They know they can't compete unless they first drag us down! Look up Tignon Laws and come back to me and tell me they haven't been doing this shit for ages.

This is why we desperately need intersectionality.

#black women #misogynoir #black is beautiful #black women are beautiful #it's the same shit they pulled with prince harry and princess meghan #white femininity #white tears #white fragility #why are white women like this #all white women have is the audacity #deyjahvu

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dangermousie · 1 year

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Of course Ming Ye’s plan to save Sang Jiu involves gruesomely dying in her stead. If aesthetically suffering was an Olympic sport, the man would be going for a gold medal.

I have my issues with this portion of the story (not the way it’s written, it’s done well, but with my liking or lack thereof for this couple, about which more below) but this is the important point! Yes, the tears are important blah blah but this is a lesson about how to swap someone’s demonic stuff without, you know, driving nails into them like they are evil Jesus.

By now, I am quite done with these two boneheads, but I confess that made even my cold black shriveled heart hurt.

(I guess they had a starter marriage :P)

Ummmm, honey! She just massacred 10K people! I am sure they had old and kids among them. Like...by now I want to smack both of them with a shovel, tbh.

Awwww. Even with my annoyance at these two, this once again made me :(

Sang Jiu being her charming self. Let the man die in peace (or, since you yourself are about to keel over), let him survive in peace.

OK, OK, Mousie, stop being irritated and concentrate on how pretty LYX looks here.

And then she’s all “psych! I can’t be undevilized or even survive because my normal body is dead.” You couldn’t have let him know BEFORE he got repeatedly flambeed for you?

It’s OK, hot dimbulb, there are many many fangirls who will gladly accept your...ahem...divine essence. All night long.

What the hell! Now that she’s dying, she still wants to do her best so he’d not have any peace. No dissipating before a final twist of the knife. WTF! By now, any shred of sympathy I had for her (and to a large degree MY) has disappeared utterly. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think it’s bad writing - just as MY is terrible at communicating and prone to dramatic gestures over common sense functioning, Sang Jiu is incredibly self-absorbed and immature from beginning to end. She was someone who thought it was a great idea to marry a guy who did not know her at all because he was hot. She also thought it was a great idea to force him into sex right after they got divorced. She didn’t wait to find out whether the method she came up with would result in divine punishment or whether it was still worth it to use the crystal chalice despite where it came from or or or or or really anything. It’s just before she went powerful and evil, Ming Ye and the viewer could ignore the red flags (which got redder and redder; I mean much as fictional dubcon in 14 was hot, it WAS 100% dubcon/sexual assault; no nice sweet good selfless well-adjusted person does that) but once she got power into her hands and trauma really shoved her further, it became really clear. It’s kind of like Tantai Jin. If he has no status and no power, does it matter in terms of its effect on the world if he would love revenge or is cold or has trauma or w/e? No, of course not because whether he’s a well-adjusted sweetheart or dysfunctional psycho, he has no power to carry out anything, whether it’s to open a puppy shelter or to carry out a wholesale slaughter. But once he gets power, his traumas and quirks become everyone else’s concern and one must deal with them somehow because he makes it everyone’s business. Same here.

What. The. Fuck. That is not romantic, this is UGH. Honestly, I am glad MY and SJ found each other because they should not inflict themselves on other partners. It’s kind of amazing that I started out liking them and by now I am all “thanks divine lightning, hurry it up with your barbeque.”

He ultimately does not but by then I stopped caring. I am so so so happy we are back to our headcases Tantai Jin and Susu.

The thing is - my ranting does not mean I did not enjoy this portion of the story (unlike in the novel where I skimmed it since I dngaf about it at all.) The acting is great, the visuals are nuts, and the characters, including MY and SJ are completely internally consistent and their actions make total sense for what and who they are - their arcs are logical. I strongly dislike both of them by the end, but that does not mean it was not a well-done story.

#cdrama #luo yunxi #bai lu #till the end of the moon

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years

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That’s Not My Boyfriend

Matsukawa x m!reader

It had been over two weeks since you had seen your boyfriend, since you went to different schools and he had practice every day, so when class let out you decided to surprise him. You skipped your own club, which would be surprise enough to him since you weren’t someone who did that, and made your way to the Seijoh practice gym. But then you realized that you only knew your boyfriend and his best friend, and neither of them were here right now. You approached a kid that looked tired, whether from practice or the because another kid with tall hair was talking his ear off, you weren’t sure, “Excuse me?”

The two of them looked over at you, as another boy continued his serving practice. “Can we help you?” The boy with the tall hair asked.

“I’m- well, I’m looking for someone.”

The tired one just sighed, “Who are you looking for?”

A ball slammed to the floor as you answered, cutting off part of your response, “-kawa. Is he around?”

“Captain!” Odd, why hadn’t he told you he was captain?

You turned to see the boy that had been serving stop and look over, and the spiky haired boy next to him look annoyed, “Shittykawa! Didn’t we tell you not let your fanboys in here!?”

“Technically, you said my fangirls.” The taller boy replied before making his way over to you, “Hey there, cutie, I’ll make sure to practice hard to give you a show.” He winked and you stepped back.

“Uh- I don’t- who the hell are you?”

The boy blinked before he smiled, “Are you trying to play coy? You don’t need to worry about the boys, they’re used to seeing my admirers.” He lifted your hand, like gentlemen do, to press a kiss to it.

“Do you just assume everyone is into you?”

“SHITTYKAWA GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY BOYFRIEND!” You snapped your head over and felt a grin take over your face.

“Issei! There you are!” You pulled your hand back, running into your boyfriend’s arms. “Are you surprised to see me?”

“More surprised at that than I am that I can’t leave your pretty face alone for five minutes with Casanova over there. What are you doing here, baby?”

“You’ve been practicing so hard lately! I never see you. So I thought we could have a date when you finish up today.” You grinned up at him, and he couldn’t help but drop a kiss to your forehead.

“That sounds great, baby, but we’ll probably be finishing up late again.”

“Oh, come on, Mattsun, Y/N came all the way here!” Makki teased, “You don’t need to stay for additional practice.”

“I don’t mind!” You offered, “We can just watch a movie at your place after practice and-“

“Hold on a second!” The brown haired boy cut in, “Mattsun, why didn’t you tell us you were dating someone!?”

“I did,” your boyfriend rolled his eyes, “You said ‘dates with Makki don’t count.’ So I just let it go.”

Makki gaped, “I would make an excellent boyfriend!”

“Makki, sweetie, I love you and all,” you cut in, “But the first thing you said to me was a deez nuts joke.”

“I stand by that it worked out in the end!”

“Only because Issei is hot! If he hadn’t been your best friend, I might’ve kicked you in the head!”

“Can we just practice?” The tired boy interrupted, “I just want to finish and go to bed.”

“Sure, I’ll get outta your way!” You grinned, pressing a kiss to Matsukawa’s cheek, “I’ll fill your water bottles and stuff and then get my homework done. I’ll be on the bench if you need me!”

You wandered over to the crate of bottles, lifting it onto your shoulder and making your way to the fountain to fill them up.

“Your boyfriend’s cute.”

Mattsun just sighed, “Iwa, please.”

“Roger that.”

“OW, MEAN IWA-CHAN!”

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Fandom: Glee Pairing: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe Rating: General Audience Story Summary: Sam's Goddaughter is upset and finally admits it's because she heard her fathers yelling at each other. He suggests they become detectives (like Batman) and go undercover to find out why. NOTES: Seblaine but primarily told through Sam's POV. There's a small section of just Sebastian and his daughter. 10 Days of Seblaine Day 2: Spies/Undercover Part 2 of Poppy's Little Angel This series is dedicated to @seblaineaddict

Maybe everyone was right. He shouldn’t have run off to Hawaii and married another model. Three months into their marriage, she was cast in a movie filming in some country Sebastian had to point out on a map of Europe. A week later he received the annulment paperwork.

Since he’d moved into her place, and they never put his name on the lease, he was now living with Blaine and Sebastian. Best BFFs ever for never once saying I told you so, unlike Santana who said it every chance she got.

It wound up his moving in worked out for all of them. Sebastian was filling in as choreographer on a friend’s directorial debut. It was only supposed to be a week. He was about to begin his second month. The show was having issues finding a new one after word got out why the last one quit.

This happened at the same time Blaine agreed to go back to his show before it closed and went on the road. Machiavelli the Musical really was Blaine’s show. He and a couple friends at NYU wrote it for one of their classes. It made it into the hands of the right people and *poof* sold out theaters and three Tonys for Blaine, including Best Actor for Machiavelli. All the fangirls (and boys) went nuts when they heard Blaine was returning for the final shows.

While people were sad to see Machiavelli the Musical close on Broadway, they understood Blaine and his partners were ready to move on to other projects. Not to mention, the three of them made a boat load of money selling the movie rights.

That’s why he (Sam Evans, male supermodel…well, in demand male model) agreed to become the babysitter (but he preferred Manny) for his favorite person in the world (his family and Blaine tied at a close second).

But something was wrong with his Goddaughter. She was never this quiet.

“Jellybean, what’s wrong?”

“Nuthin”

“Angelica Penelope Anderson-Smythe…”

“Unc Sammy, I said nuthin!”

Ok, something was definitely wrong. Angelica was the easiest going 4-year old you’d ever meet, which no one expected considering Blaine and Sebastian adopted her from a member of Sebastian’s family. Although, she did have her moments…like now.

“Uh-uh, you know the rule about yelling at people.”

The little girl rolled her eyes (there’s the Smythe gene) and flippantly grumbled “Don’t yell. Use your words to say why you’re mad.”

“Correct.”

“How come I got to do the rules but Poppy and Daddy don’t?”

“Because they’re adults and you’re 4.” Wait a minute…“What do you mean your Poppy and Daddy didn’t follow the rule?”

“I heard Poppy and Daddy yellin. Tommy says his mommy and daddy started yellin and now his daddy don’t live there anymore.”

Damn that Tommy kid. He might be Angelica’s preschool bestie, but he was also a total brat.

Thankfully, his brilliant Goddaughter was beginning Kindergarten at a school for musical prodigies in a few weeks. Blaine gave her a violin when she was 2 ½ and now she plays Beethoven. The school was so excited to get the daughter of two Tony winners, especially Blaine Broadway’s Golden Touch Anderson, they found a way around the 5 year-old requirement.

“Jellybean, I promise your Daddy and Poppy aren’t going anywhere.”

“Then why was they yellin?”

“I don’t know.” Then Sam had what he believed was best idea ever (unlike getting married). “Why don’t we become detectives and go undercover to find out?”

His idea brought out a 180 degree change in Angelica’s attitude. “Like superheroes?”

Maybe not that great of an idea. “No, detectives…kind of like spies. You can’t become a superhero until you turn 10. Remember?”

“Poppy says it’s cuz when Daddy was little, Unc Coop said NightBird could fly if he jumped off the roof of Grammy and Grampy’s house.”

Sebastian didn’t have a superhero problem. He had a Cooper goes overboard trying to be the fun uncle problem. And while 99% of the time it wasn’t an issue, Blaine’s brother had the habit of showing up unannounced whenever he booked a job in NYC.

“Yes, your Daddy was lucky he only broke his leg.”

“And his flying bone. It’s why NightBird can’t fly.”

Yes! She didn't fight the superhero rule. Sebastian wasn't going to kill him...or kick him out. He really enjoyed living there. “You know, Batman is a detective. I can find a (appropriate for 4-year old) movie (cartoon) so we can take notes on how he solves mysteries.”

“And have ice cream?”

“Duh. I’m pretty sure I saw a new carton of Chunky Monkey in the freezer.”

Angelica moved over on the couch until she could give him a hug. “I love you Unc Sammy.”

“I love you too, Jellybean.”

The next morning Sebastian entered his daughter’s bedroom to find her sitting in the rocking chair. “Why aren’t you still in bed, Angel?” he asked as he picked her up and joined her in the chair.

“I wanted to rock cuz you and Daddy has to go to his Not gonna do his show anymore party tonight and won’t be here.”

Sebastian sighed as he pulled her closer. When they adopted their daughter, Blaine was busy getting his musical into production. This meant he’d been her primary caregiver since they brought her home from Paris. He loved everything about being a full-time parent. He still questioned why he said Yes to helping his friend. However, today was (finally!) his last day. He hadn’t told anyone because it was Blaine’s big night, and he didn’t want to take away focus. “But you're coming to Daddy’s show before we go to the party, so you’ll see us then. And I can’t wait because you’re going to look just like a real angel in the new dress Auntie Tana and Auntie Britt bought you.”

“I am a for reals angel cuz I’m your Angel.”

He loved this little girl more than anything (Blaine was 1C. His ass was 1B) and thanked her every day for choosing him to be her Poppy. “That’s right and you have been since the first moment I saw you.”

“Do you miss Daddy?”

That was a strange question. “When I’m not home? Of course, I do. Did you think I wouldn’t? Or that Daddy wouldn’t miss me?”

“Maybe…I dunno.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“When people miss people they gets mad. When people gets mad they yell. I don’t like yellin. I guess it’s ok Joshy yells cuz he’s a baby.”

Brittany and Santana’s kid did have a set of lungs on him, that’s for sure.

“Well, don’t worry about me and Daddy yelling. Are we tired from work and sad because we don’t get to spend more time with our Angel? Yes. But for your information, Daddy and I had a date night after he came home from his show a couple nights ago.”

“A date night?”

“That’s right. You probably don’t remember because it’s been a while, but Daddy and I used to go out on a date once a week. Lately we’ve had to have them here. We don’t mind though because it’s not about where we would go, it’s about making the time special.”

“Like what?”

“Well, last time we cuddled in bed (had mind blowing sex), watched a movie and ate pizza.”

Everything Angelica remembered about being a detective disappeared. “Daddy let you eat in bed!? That’s not a me rule. That’s a everybody rule! Unc Sammy has to do the rule cuz he lives here!”

While father and daughter continued to rock and talk, Sam walked by the open door and smiled because he was aware of what was actually happening. Angelica asked a lot of questions during their (air quotes) detective training (watched a Batman cartoon). This was really bothering her. While he believed there wasn’t a problem, it wouldn’t hurt to see if he could get some clues from suspect #2.

He found Blaine in the kitchen, setting up to make waffles. In other words, a typical morning at the Anderson-Smythe’s. “Morning Sammy. Santana called. Josh had a fever during the night, and even though he’s doing better, she and Britt won’t be coming tonight.”

“So, no Munchkin slumber party with Uncle Sammy…got it. We'll have one some other night so his mommies can go out” Sam replied as he went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of green juice. “I’m heading out to the gym.

Blaine put his hand on his chest and (overdramatically)pretended to be surprised.

This guy had two Tonys for acting?

“You’re going to the gym? Did you finally remember you have a bathing suit photo shoot in a couple weeks? Or did you have problems buttoning your jeans due to the My wife ran off to Bulgaria for a part in a movie she slept with the director to get pity party?”

Wow! When you put it like that…“I thought we agreed this was a no I told you so zone?”

“Yeah, for Santana. And I’m not saying I told you so. I was beginning to worry.”

“I haven’t been that bad.”

Blaine stopped mixing his batter and gave his best friend what Sam called his I would never call you dumb, but what you said was stupid stare. “I love you, but I’ve watched you eat more junk food in the last 10 days than in the previous 10 years. You also ate not one, but two cartons of Bas’ Chunky Monkey ice cream. I can only stop him from reverting back into Dalton Sebastian for so long.”

Oh, not good. “Jellybean ate some too.”

“Don’t make things worse.”

Blaine started to gather what else he needed. According to Batman, a good time to collect information was when the suspect was distracted. “I let her have some because she was upset.”

“Oh God, what did Tommy say this time?”

Told you the kid was a brat.

“How his parents used to yell at each other and how his father doesn’t live with them anymore.” Another Batman tip…when interrogating a suspect, always tell the truth, but give as little information as possible. That way you don’t have to remember lies you told and who you told them to.

“Good thing Ang doesn’t have to worry about me and Bas.”

That didn’t help. Hopefully Detective Jellybean was getting more out of suspect #1. “That’s what I told her. I’m out of here but don’t fret jet, I’ll still be able to get Jellybean after preschool.”

“Thanks again. But Sam, if I was you, I’d stop at the grocery on the way home and pick up some Chunky Monkey.”

Unfortunately, Blaine was right about the photo shoot. He had forgotten. And yes, he’d been off his game since she did what she did. And double yes, it was a mistake to skip the gym for 2 weeks. But, for the record, his jeans still fit…even if they were tight.

He had no idea how Blaine wore those pants back in high school.

Sam was 60% through his usual workout (oh, was he going to pay for that decision later) when his alarm to get Angelica went off. Today, of all days, it was important to be on time. Their afternoon had been meticulously scheduled by Sebastian to prevent a 4-year old I’m tired meltdown at Blaine’s show. It didn’t finish until an hour after her bedtime and who knows how long it would take to get home.

The most important part of Sebastian’s schedule was the block of time right before naptime, but it was also the most difficult to accomplish. Fridays were always eventful at preschool. The walk from there to Blaine and Sebastian’s wasn’t far. If Angelica didn’t finish her review of the entire day before they walked through the front door, he could kiss any chance of a nap goodbye.

By the time they were halfway home Sam learned how the teacher thought the new class hamster was a boy but it was a girl and now they’re going to have lots of baby hamsters. Since the babies would come after school got out, she couldn’t see them be born. That made her sad. The other big news was Emily lost two teeth the night before and found $20 under her pillow this morning from the Tooth Fairy.

$20? Talk about inflation!

But, once she finished with the Tooth Fairy atrocity, Angelica announced she was done. Sam knew better. “What happened during Share Time?” Share Time was her favorite time of the whole week. It always took the most time.

Did that brat say something else to upset her?

“I couldn’t share.”

Her answer concerned him enough to cross the street to a park and find a bench. It couldn't wait until they got home. Naptime was going to be a disaster. “Why couldn’t you share?”

“Teacher said to share what we’re goin do when we had no more school. All my friends are goin to lots of totally awesome places like to see Micky Mouse and the Princesses. Jordan is goin see Harry Potter. I don’t have someplace totally awesome cuz Poppy and Daddy works all the time.”

“Hey, I know for a fact they want to take you somewhere totally awesome, but your Poppy’s work keeps asking him to stay. But tonight’s the last night your Daddy is going to work. That’s why we’re going to the theater to watch and then your Poppy and Daddy are going to a big party to celebrate.”

Sam had no idea what he said but suddenly Angelica was off the bench and bouncing like Tigger. “I know why they’re goin to the party and I can’t go. It’s a date night! When I was being a detective, Poppy said he and Daddy use to have lots of them but now they do them at home. Tonight they can go out!”

“Nice work.” As Sam watched his Goddaughter continue to bounce an unpleasant memory popped into his head. “When you heard Poppy and Daddy yelling, did they sound mad?”

She stopped bouncing and put on her thinking face. “I don’t member. Sorry, Unc Sammy.”

“That’s ok. It’s just when I saw you bouncing, I remembered a time in high school when your Daddy got so super excited, he not only jumped around like you did, he talked really loud.”

“Like he was yellin?”

“Exactly like he was yelling. I had to keep telling him to tone it down.”

“Why was he excited?”

Oh shit! What was he thinking? If either Blaine or Sebastian found out he (ever so slightly) mentioned Blaine’s over the top proposal to his ex, Sebastian wouldn’t have to kill him. Blaine will have already disposed of his body. “He planned a surprise for someone. Your Daddy likes surprises.”

“If he’s makin a surprise, why didn’t he tell me? I like surprises too.”

“Maybe the surprise is for you.” He probably shouldn't have said that.

His answer caused the bouncing to return. “Like goin somewhere totally awesome? Or a baby sister?”

That was new.

“Maybe, but you can’t say anything. Ruining a surprise is a very bad thing. So bad it will put you on Santa’s naughty list. No matter how much you want to ask, you must be strong.”

“I’ll try.”

“Do…or do. There is no try.”

“That’s not what Yoda said. He said do or do not.”

Sam pulled her into a big hug. “You quoted Star Wars. I’m so proud of you.”

“Unc Sammy, you squishin me!”

“Oops, sorry. I was excited.”

“Like Daddy was excited?”

“Yes” Wait a minute. Nooooo...it couldn’t be. “Jellybean, do you remember any words you heard Poppy or Daddy say when they were yelling?”

“Not Poppy but Daddy yelled Poppy’s name. And he yelled Yes. He yelled Yes a lot…a lot, a lot.”

Ooooooooohhhhhhh, this was going to be fun.

Sam lifted his Goddaughter, settling her on his shoulders. “I think you solved our mystery, Detective Jellybean. I’ll see what I can find out. But remember…”

“Don’t say nuthin about my surprise or Santa will put me on the bad list.”

“You got it. Now, we need to get a move on. We’re already behind on your Poppy’s schedule so you’re going straight to your nap when we get home. No arguing. But first we have to stop at the grocery and replace Poppy’s Chunky Monkey. I have a feeling he’s going to need it later.”

1AM

Sam flipped channels as he awaited Blaine and Sebastian return. He was going to tell them everything as soon as they got home. There was no way he could sit on this, especially with Santana, Brittany and Josh coming to dinner since they missed Blaine’s performance and party.

His wait ended moments later when his friends practically fell into the apartment. Neither noticed him sitting on the couch, or that lights and the TV were on. They were too busy ripping each other’s clothes off.

“You know, I like porn as much as the next guy…”

That got their attention.

“Why are you still awake?” Blaine asked while straightening his clothes.

Sebastian wasn’t as polite. “First you eat my ice cream and now you’re cock blocking? I don’t care if you’re my husband’s brother from another mother…”

“Calm down Seb…no, seriously calm down or at least zip your fly. And I replaced the ice cream. There’s six pints of Chunky Monkey in the freezer.”

“I’m still kicking your ass later” Sebastian told him while leaving for the kitchen. With as pissed off as he was, Sam made a quick change in his plans. It was best if he told Blaine first.

Although, Blaine didn’t look much happier. “What the fuck is going on, and it better be good.”

Oh, it was good! “Remember this morning, technically yesterday morning…”

“Sam…”

“Do you remember when I said I gave Jellybean ice cream because of some shit Tommy said?”

“Kind of, something about his parents yelling and his dad moved out. I don’t understand why that’s important.”

“He didn’t randomly offer the information. Tommy told your daughter because your daughter told him she heard you and her other father yelling at each other.”

Blaine took a step back, obviously even more confused by what he was told. “That’s impossible! Bas and I wouldn’t yell so loud Ang would hear. Since we adopted her, we’ve become masters of silent arguing. But we haven’t had an argument in weeks, except about you eating his ice cream. She must have heard a television or something.”

“At first, I was thinking the same thing, but she was insistent. So, I devised an ingenious plan for us to become detectives and go undercover to figure out what she heard, or thought she heard.”

“Please tell me not as superheroes.”

“Detectives like Batman.”

“Ok, that works. Did you find out what she heard?”

“Yeah, the two of you yelling.”

“I told you that’s impossible.”

Sam had no idea how he was holding it together. He was to the point where he was biting the inside of his cheeks not to laugh. “Yes, you were. She couldn’t make out what Seb was yelling. However, you were yelling Bas, Bas…yes, yes, yes!” Blaine froze and went straight to the comically accurate wide-eyed, jaw dropped expression. It was getting harder not to laugh.

Sebastian chose this time to come back, eating his ice cream from the carton. “I’m still…” When he noticed what was going on he rushed over, setting his ice cream on the coffee table to embrace his husband. “B, what’s going on? Did something happen to your parents or some other member of your family?” Blaine was so far down the rabbit hole he couldn’t form words, only guttural noises. This only ramped Sebastian up even more. “What the fuck Evans?”

Seeing Blaine so upset had Sam torn. He felt bad for what he was going through…but DAMN IT! This was funny!

“Evans…”

Over the years, Sebastian had become his best friend not named Blaine. He’d appreciate the humor of the situation if it wasn’t happening to him. Oh well, he’ll appreciate it someday.

“I told him your daughter, your Angel, heard the two of you having sex.”

“That’s not possible!”

“That’s what he said!” THAT was funny…how it was he said, not she said. Ok, not the right time.

Blaine pulled back from his husband but grabbed ahold of Sebastian’s arms. Even in his stupor, he realized he needed to be the calm one. While he loved his daughter, she was Sebastian’s Angel. “He’s telling the truth Bas.”

“How do you know?”

“Because Angelica told Sam she heard me yelling your name and the word yes. Oh my God, I’ve scarred my poor baby for life!”

“No, you didn’t” Sam told him as he sat back on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table (breaking at least ten of Blaine’s rules). “I, the best Godfather and friend in the world, saved you.”

Both fathers moved to the loveseat across from him. “How?” Sebastian asked cautiously. Maybe they didn't want to know.

“I told her a very generic story, with no details whatsoever, about a time in high school when Blaine planned a surprise…”

“What?!” Blaine and Sebastian exclaimed in unison, Sam’s vailed explanation unable to hide he was talking about Blaine’s proposal to Kurt.

“The two of you are going to wake Jellybean up if you can’t keep your voices down. The reason you're in this mess in the first place.”

“Sam” Blaine said as calmly as possible, channeling his true feelings into his continued grasp of Sebastian's arm. “How did you save us?’

“I told her you get excited when you plan a surprise, meaning you bounce like Tigger and your voice goes up until you’re talking very, very loud.”

“Oh, that’s actually believable.” Blaine looked at Sebastian who was nodding agreement.

“Good, because I convinced her you weren’t yelling you were excited…which wasn’t a lie.”

“Sam…”

“You two are killing my fun. Anyway, your daughter no longer believes you were yelling but planning a big surprise. There’s one tiny problem. She thinks the surprise is for her.”

Both fathers sighed and relaxed a bit. Sam really had saved them, but they also knew there was more to the story. Sebastian was the one brave enough to ask " Did Angel give you an idea what she wanted for her surprise?”

“A big, totally awesome trip somewhere. And when I say big, I mean huge! Something to make all her little friends jealous, even though she'll be going to a different school and won't see them again."

This time it was Blaine’s turn to be upset. “How could you tell her we’re going to surprise her with something like that? It will be next to impossible to get into anywhere Ang would consider totally awesome. Parents make those reservations months, sometimes years, in advance. Not only that, Bas’ show still hasn’t found a choreographer…”

“Yes, they have.”

Blaine could've gotten whiplash with how fast he turned his head. “What? Bas?”

“Today, technically yesterday, was my last day. Before you get upset, I didn’t say anything because last night was your night. And since I wouldn't have gone in the next couple days because I didn't work weekends, I was going to wait to surprise you and Angel at breakfast on Monday.”

Blaine rested his head on Sebastian's shoulder. The time, the alcohol from the party and the stress of this conversation had caught up with him. “With as happy as I am to hear you're finally out of there, I think I’m done with surprises for a while.”

Sam cleared his throat to bring attention back to him. “There’s one more thing you should know.”

“Sam, I can't take any more beating around the bush. Please, just tell us.”

“If you don’t want to surprise Jellybean with a totally awesome trip, she did mention something else.”

“What?”

“A baby sister.”

Blaine heard Sebastian gasp before quickly covering his mouth and shaking his head. He then looked back to Sam who was not only nodding but eating the ice cream Sebastian had forgotten. Suddenly, a totally awesome vacation sounded like a fantastic idea.

“Come on, Bas. Let’s get to bed. Tomorrow you can take Ang to MOMA and I’ll call a travel agent I know to see what our vacation options are.”

Sam called out Goodnight as they left the room but they weren’t paying attention. Had he gone too far…maybe. But was there a good way to tell your friends their 4-year old daughter had heard them having sex?

In spite of the time, he turned the television back on and found a show to watch while he finished his ice cream. “You know, I’m a pretty great detective. I should get a PI license when my modeling career is over. Or, I could get a PI license now and keep eating ice cream.”

Notes:

In my mind Machiavelli the Musical is similar to A Very Potter Musical but with more money for production.

#10daysofseblaine2023 #day 2 #Spies/Undercover #seblaine fic #blaine anderson #sebastian smythe #seblaineaddict #Poppy's Little Angel

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