#YES THE SHOW HAS SHOWN HIM SWIMMING

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Phantom calling copia daddy? Please tell us more

Ask and you shall receive bb 💕

Ever since he was summoned, Phantom has called Copia daddy. No one really knows if it’s in a ‘I see you as a father figure’ kind of way or if there’s some underlying sexual intention. It started the moment he was summoned when he fell into Copia’s arms and whimpered out ‘daddy’ in his ear. 

It always made Copia blush to begin with, he’d only ever heard the nickname being said in a sexual context  and he wasn’t sure of Phantom meant it on that context. He wasn’t even sure if Phantom knew the context either. But he learnt that it didn’t matter, Phantom seemed to like calling him it and he learnt to like it too. 

The first time it happened properly they were in the office and Copia had simply asked him to pass him a pen over the desk. Phantom had happily chirped out ‘yes daddy’ and passed him a pen. Copia has blushed bright red and stuttered out a ‘thank you’ while trying to stay focused on his work. 

The second time it happened it was on the ghouls den. It was early morning and everyone was busy making breakfast when Phantom emerged from his room, bedhead and all. He was still getting use to the early mornings. He’d gone straight to Copia, curling himself up in the older man’s lap and rubbed his cheek against his chest with a purr of  ‘so warm, daddy’. Copia gotten a weird look from Mountain who overheard, but he just shrugged at the ghoul, running a hand down Phantom’s back. Mountain shrugs back at him, turning his attention back to the fruit he was cutting. 

The ghouls have a conversation with him after that thinking that maybe he’d gotten ‘daddy’ and ‘papa’ mixed up. It’s an easy mistake to make, they both mean the same thing. But Phantom had just tilted his head in confusion saying that he knew the difference. The ghouls had dropped it after that, Despite being young Phantom was a grown ghoul who could make his own decisions, and Copia didn’t seem uncomfortable by it so there was no harm being done.

It was a hot day the next time it happened. They’d all been by the lake, swimming, sunbathing, all the usual lake activities. Copia has handed Phantom a bottle of water, reminding him because it was hot he needed to drink more. Phantom had accepted the water with a ‘thank you, daddy’ and downed half of it on one go. Although the nickname  doesn’t make  Copia blush nearly as much as it did in the beginning, he could still feel himself flush hot.  After that it was just the two of them. They’d been cuddled up on the sofa in the ghouls den. Phantom had shown a lot of interest in a lot of animated films so  Copia had been showing him the wonders of  ratatouille. Phantom was cuddled into his side, kneading at Copia’s stomach making biscuits, when he blinked up at him and whispered ‘I’m glad you summoned me, daddy.’ Copia felt his heart swell at the little ghoul and he pressed a kiss to his forehead, whispering back ‘I’m glad I summoned you too, bug.’ 

#thanks for the ask!! #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #phantom ghoul #papa emeritus iv

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It's not who you know 4/4

YEAR 4 - Non-angsty Nepo!Baby Bradley and his years at the USNA and his head-in-the-sand approach to the nepotism and the fact that he ends up being known as the guy with the two hot dads instead... (TW: mention of cancer)

(Part 4 is 6.5k long - same length as the first 3 parts combined.)

YEAR FOUR - 2004 and 2005 - PART 4

YEAR FOUR – 2004 – Part 4

                Surprising absolutely no-one Bradley chooses aviation as his warfare cruise option for his first class summer. Part of Tom wants to force him to try something different, to make Slider force Bradley to try something different, but he feels like it would be on par with telling a fish to stop swimming. Bradley belongs in the sky, even if Tom secretly thinks he should maybe have joined the Air Force with his considerable aversion to submarines. Natasha Trace has remained one of Bradley’s closest friends, making the same choice as him and going with aviation. They’re getting in and he’s there in an official capacity to greet the midshipmen.

                Bradley has decided to share with her exactly who he and Pete are, which is going to be just as well considering Bradley invited her to stay for a couple of nights before flying out to her own family. Unfortunately he’s pretty sure he won’t have told her yet and they’re about to walk past him. Ah well, there’s nothing for it.

                “Welcome back Midshipman Bradshaw. Midshipman Trace.”

                “Thank you Admiral,” midshipman Trace replies instantly, she doesn’t show any sign of recognizing him, so he guesses Mav was right about the whole uniform and disguise thing. Although she could simply be more concerned about Bradley’s lack of response which forces him to hold back a smile as she elbows Bradley subtly in the side.

                “Uh. Yeah. Thank you Admiral.”

                Tom nods and moves on to welcoming back some of the other midshipmen, can’t wait to actually see Bradley at home and talk to him.

…             …             …

                “Bradley… why does the new Vice Admiral know my name? Oh my god, what have I done?”

                “Do I need to remind you that our names are on our uniforms?”

                “How do you score so highly in observational skills? He approached us from the side, the angle was all wrong. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or bad thing. Although, did he look familiar to you? I feel like I’ve seen him before, or maybe I’m just remembering it from the Navy News. Okay, I’m freaking out a little…”

                “Yeah. You’re rambling. It’s okay. Uh. Okay, so I have something to tell you. And it’s totally going to make you annoyed, but I’m hoping you’ll understand why I haven’t shared it with anyone. And I mean anyone.”

                “What?”

                “My dads… have you heard of Peter Mitchell, callsign Maverick?”

                Bradley can’t help flinch at the look she gives him.

                “Yes Bradley, we just had to learn about him, or had you forgotten already? I mean, you didn’t seem to be paying much attention in class,” Natasha says, her tone just as scathing as her expression and he rolls his shoulders; preparing himself mentally for her . He’s grown up just knowing so much already by dint of who raised him that there are definitely times in class when he zones out.

                “I didn’t need to pay attention. Maverick is my dad. Well. This is where it kind of gets complicated. My dad was Lieutenant Nicholas Bradshaw, and he flew with Maverick. But he died in 1986 in a training accident. Maverick helped my mom raise me, until she died. Then it was Maverick and his partner…”

                “I’ve met you dad. Peter Bradshaw. You trying to tell me that guy is actually Peter Mitchell?”

                “Yeah. He thinks he’s hilarious. Just think, they haven’t shown us any photos of what Peter Mitchell looks like.”

                “What, all the tutors are in on this conspiracy theory? I mean… are you okay?” Her tone is suddenly serious, like she’s actually worried about him and he feels a welling up of hysterical laughter. Of course the first time he tries to tell someone the truth they doubt him. Of course.

                “Peter Mitchell is my dad –”

                “But he came with your other dad… Tom… Mitchell. Wait…” her eyes are flickering around the port and he knows she’s piecing everything together now. “Oh shit. That was Vice Admiral Tom Kazansky, who looks familiar because he’s your other dad. Fucking hell.”

                He breaths a sigh of relief, glad she’s suddenly gone from thinking him slightly unhinged to acceptance. Now he just has to wait for the anger.

                “Yeah. And I don’t particularly want to have everyone thinking I have it easy because of them.”

                “Bradley, you work harder and longer than anyone else in our year.”

                “Exactly. And I want them to remember that because when they do find out who it is I’m associated with I want them to know I am a hard worker and worthy of respect because I’m me, because I earnt it, not because of Mav and Ice.”

                “Wow. You don’t have a chip on your shoulder or anything do you?”

                “Wouldn’t you?”

                “Army brat, I get you plenty. Huh. Yeah okay. I get it. Damn. A Captain and an Admiral. I really want to be angry but I think I’d have done the same thing. I mean, I didn’t go into the army because I didn’t want to be linked to my family…”

                “Thanks. I didn’t like keeping it from you, once we became friends.”

                “Wait… so how many people know?”

                “Well, I grew up with Mav and Ice. And a lot of their buddies I call uncle.”

                “Like who?”

                “Uh… Uncle Slider.”

                “Admiral Kerner? You call him Uncle Slider?”

                “Obviously not when I’m at Annapolis! But yeah, I grew up calling him Uncle Sli. And there’s pretty much any aviator that’s flown with Mav or Ice know all about me. I’m their kid. I spent a few weeks at Annapolis every summer before Plebe Summer helping things get organized. Most of the people there know me pretty well. Have seen me grow up.”

                “Holy shit. It is like a massive conspiracy theory! So what, they’re all pretending that they don’t know who you are?”

                “No, I just asked them to treat me like any other midshipman. And they’re pretending they don’t know who my parents are, and that means no one else finds out. Unless I tell them.”

                “Well, it explains some of your weirder habits I guess. You know, I can’t decide if he looks better in leather or in uniform. Uniform never did anything for me, but I’m maybe seeing the appeal.”

                “Oh my god, please do not tell either of my dad’s you think they’re hot okay?”

                “They probably know already. Anyway, you owe me one.”

                Bradley groans. He guesses he does.

                …             …             …

                “It’s so good to see you, welcome home.”

                Bradley accepts the crushing hug with a smile, grins at Natasha over Ice’s shoulder, because these are just his dads. The ones that have been doing stupid shit to visit him incognito while he’s at USNA.

                …             …             …

                “Oh no, I had no idea who you were until this afternoon. Bradley’s known to all the others as the guy with the hot dads.”

                “The what?” Tom asks, glad he didn’t have a mouthful of beer, because Pete is having to clean himself up.

                “None of the midshipmen have any idea that Bradley is anything other than one of them. I wouldn’t have believed it except for the fact that I’m sitting here with you.”

                “She’s failing to mention she started calling you my hot dads,” Bradley mutters.

                Mav cackles and Tom hides his smile by taking a sip of his drink.

                …             …             …

                Bradley is studying in the rec room when he hears his name called out. Looks up to find an underclassman looking nervous. He doesn’t blame him, it’s only a couple of weeks in and he’s in his first year, he recognizes him from Plebe Summer.

                “Sorry to interrupt you Bradshaw. Just, uh, Admiral Kerner would like to talk to you. As a matter of urgency. He’s on the phone with someone and yelled for someone to come and get you straight away…”

                He drops everything, doesn’t bother packing up, just starts running. He doesn’t know what has happened, but his mind has immediately jumped to bad news bad news bad news. Nothing else would have Slider yelling for someone to get him. He doesn’t know if it’s Mav or Ice and he has no idea which would be worse. He takes the stairs up two at a time, runs through the open office door and the look on Slider’s face confirms it for him that it is indeed bad news.

                “Take a seat son,” Slider instructs, and he’s so used to following orders he just drops into the chair, eyes not leaving the older man’s face. His stomach is somewhere near his knees and is somehow churning away, he thinks he might be sick. Everything he’s done, and this is what is going to make him throw up.

                “It’s Ice. He’s collapsed. Mav is somewhere in the Middle East. You need to get to San Diego. I’ve organized a lift.”

                “Oh fuck. Do we know what happened?”

                “They’re probably doing tests. But I think he’d appreciate having you there when he wakes up. I can get you there.”

                Bradley accepts that, this is special treatment for Ice. They can’t pull Mav out from whatever active duty deployment he’s currently on, but Bradley is… available. He feels a flash of anxiety over his studies and place in the USNA but it’s immediately overwhelmed by guilt, because none of that is more important than Ice right now. He’ll figure something out.

                …             …             …

                Cancer.

                …             …             …

                Fuck.

                …             …             …

                His entire body goes cold as he thinks about his mom and he sucks in a deep breath.

                …             …             …

                “We think we’ve got it all. We’re going to do a few more biopsies to be sure. He’s going to need some chemo so we installed a port while he was under.”

                …             …             …

                He recognizes the language, doesn’t understand everything that they’re saying but he remembers the feeling. Wishes that Mav was here.

                …             …             …

                “We’re not sure yet of the extent of spread, but we’re hopeful.”

                …             …             …

                Then Mav is there, arms wrapped around him and he feels like a kid again, but also somehow stronger knowing he’s not going through this alone anymore.

                …             …             …

                “Bradley. You’re being offered a deferral. A leave of the remaining year and the opportunity to return next year and finish. It’s a family emergency. This isn’t special treatment.”

                “Sure feels like it.”

                “You deserve good things too kid. But if it would make you feel better I can give you a list of midshipmen we’ve made similar arrangements for in the last decade or so.”

                “No, it’s fine. Thank you sir. Just a lot to get a handle of right now.”

                “Which is why you’re deferring. You take care of that grumpy bastard for us. And the crazy one too, he’s not going to handle this well. Think we’ve already discussed how you’re probably the most reasonable out of the three of you.”

                “That’s not saying much sir.”

                “Well, I didn’t exactly mean it as a compliment. You take care okay, I’ll see you back here soon enough.”

                “Thank you sir.”

                …             …             …

                Jake notices his disappearance. Of course he does. He was his favorite upperclassman and he seemed to be friends with absolutely everyone, including the tutors. Even the brass seemed to be a little extra indulgent of him and he doesn’t know if he’s imagining the campus being quieter, but it feels that way. He tries asking and it’s not quite like getting stone-walled, but all he finds out is that it’s a family thing. At least he knows he hasn’t dropped out. Because that would be a shame.

                …             …             …

                His time becomes somewhat disjointed, in between driving Ice back and forth to chemo appointments, he’s permitted to sit in on particular classes at North Island. He trains with men and women much older than him, experienced commissioned officers, those who know he’s had his final year at USNA disrupted and exactly who has raised him. There is nothing but respect from them, that he has put helping Ice above his naval career.

                He hadn’t intended on getting a regular hookup, but he doesn’t turn it down. The guy, Matthew, is about five years older than him, patient and funny and Bradley takes it for the opportunity it is, to learn what he likes in regard to sex without the time pressure or fear of being found out. Matthew’s not Navy, so he doesn’t care about who Mav and Ice are, is easy going and isn’t intimidated by anything that Bradley can tell. Their hooking up has an end-date, Bradley knowing he’s going to be returning to USNA and Matthew already having post-doctoral plans in Australia at the end of his degree. Neither of them are interested in long distance so Bradley let’s himself have this.         

                He gets to go and watch Natasha graduate. Not only her but his entire original intake. He allows himself to feel disappointed for a few minutes that he’s not taking part, but he doesn’t regret his decision to be there for Ice. Everyone he speaks to he finds the same support, everyone agreeing that his decision to put his studies on hold was the right one. It makes him feel a little guilty that he doesn’t mention that he’s still been able to do some of his study in San Diego, that his physical training hasn’t been impacted in the slightest given that he’s been training at North Island. How in some areas he’s definitely now light years ahead of what they’ll cover at the USNA.

                …             …             …

                “Bradshaw!”

                “Oh. Hey, Seresin right?” Bradley asks, because he can be smooth, pretend he doesn’t know exactly who Jake Seresin is.

                “Yeah. You’re here…”

                “Yeah. Just wanted to see everyone graduate. Had to take a break this year. Family thing. They let me defer my final year. I’ll be back next year though. I still managed some classes as I was pretty close to North Island and SDU were pretty accommodating as well,” Bradley says, and he realizes he’s rambling but can’t help it. Apparently being smooth was a pipe dream abruptly evaporated into mist. The guy was good looking before, but now another year of growing has filled him out, broadened his shoulders.

                “Well, you’re like one of the best they have right? Want to make it easy for you to come back.”

                “Uh… I guess,” Bradley mumbles, and he’s pretty sure he’s now blushing. What the hell?

                “So where is home for you Bradshaw?”

                “San Diego. Why?”

                “Was just thinking of maybe taking a little vacation before returning next year.”

                “What, you want a tour guide?”

                “Something like that…”

                Seresin quirks an eyebrow and Bradley knows his shock is showing on his face. He realizes with him deferring Seresin is now only a year below him, that next year they’ll both be upperclassmen, still different years but not the two it was… He’s going to have to ask Ice for clarification because he sure as hell doesn’t need to be called in, not after already getting a warning for baseless accusations about non-existent fraternization.

��               “Uh… sure. Here, let me give you my number.”

                …             …             …

YEAR FOUR take 2 – 2005 – Part 4

                He doesn’t know what deity has decided to smile down on him, but Mav is taking Ice away for a romantic weekend to celebrate the cancer going into remission and it just so happens to be the weekend that Jake is coming to San Diego. He knows they won’t have any issue with him having a guy over, they were fine with Matthew. However Bradley doesn’t want Jake seeing photos of Ice and Mav and himself scattered around the place so he moves around, slides photos into drawers, or places them face down on their bed and closes the door to their bedroom. Leaves a few of his younger self around, doesn’t want to make it look like it isn’t his place. He does pull out the photo that Slider took when Ice and Mav had visited him and puts it on the bookshelf. If Jake somehow recognizes Ice then he’ll deal with it. Hopefully he’ll be otherwise occupied to pay attention to the photos anyway.

                …             …             …

                Jake tries to convince himself he’s not nervous, but he definitely isn’t quite as calm and collected as he hopes he looks as he knocks on the door to a nice-looking house in some suburb.

                Bradley Bradshaw’s house.

                Or at least the address he gave him.

                To come and stay for two nights.

                Bradley opens the door and he’s just as perfect as Jake remembers him. He’s never wanted someone as much and for as long as he’s wanted Bradley Bradshaw. Been drawn to him since he first saw him and now, now, he might get what he’s been waiting for.

                “Hey.”

                “Hey. Come in.”

                He glances around, no one else seems to be here and he wonders. He drops his bag and takes off his shoes.

                “Parents away?” There’s no way Bradley owns this place.

                “Yeah. Celebrating cancer remission.”

                “Ah…” Family thing his brain supplies. “Would they be okay with me being here?”

                “Yeah, I had a, uh, boyfriend and he was here all the time. They were fine with it. Come on…”

                Bradley makes a gesture with his head, encouraging Jake to follow him and he does, moving through to the kitchen. Jake’s brain is catching on the boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend and wondering if that’s maybe a position that’s taking applications. He hadn’t considered that and now feels like an idiot for not thinking about it. It’s a traditional time to eat, but he really hopes that there are other things on offer. He doesn’t know how to broach it though, isn’t exactly used to this part.

                “You want a drink?”

                “No thanks, maybe later…”

                The smile is slow, Bradley’s eyes darkening and he steps into Jake’s space and he resists arching into his body. Boyfriend applications of not, he’ll definitely take sex.

                “Am I reading this right?”

                “Yeah.”

                Then it’s a mess of fingers pulling at clothes, lips sliding against his, stubble scraping across his ear and neck, his body being directed to what is clearly a bedroom. Then it’s naked skin, heat, lips again but around his cock, warm hard body pressing against him, firm flesh yielding. All his systems are in overdrive, so many sensations and he never wants it to end and also wants to come so desperately both in equal measure.

                “You okay?”

                “Yeah, yeah, so okay…”

                “Fuck you’re pretty…”

                “Please…”

                He doesn’t have to resort to begging, lets himself be fucked open at the slowest fucking pace and he pushes back, needing it just that little bit faster. Deeper. Harder. A firm hand on his hip stops him and he lets out a little dismayed gasp.

                “Nice and slow okay?”

                No, not okay Jake thinks, his body almost shaking from the intensity, but then he’s being pulled a little and Bradley is finally fully pressed inside, grinding little circles and he slumps, lets out a whine he’s not sure is from desperation, pleasure or frustration. The pace doesn’t increase and Jake realizes he’s just along for the ride, Bradley fucking him long, hard and slow, so achingly slow it’s almost a tease except for the way it just seems to be ratchetting him tighter and tighter. It morphs into a repeated cadence of their bodies moving together and Jake wasn’t expecting it to be like this.

                He thought hard and fast, rushed and desperate feeling, how he’s felt nearly every time he’s seen Bradley Bradshaw cross his line of sight. The only thing that remains is the desperate building need to come, the fact that he feels like he should have already come over fifteen, twenty maybe even thirty minutes ago. He has no idea. Just feels like it’s fucking typical that Bradley is good at sex as well as everything else he tries his hand at. Hands that are touching everywhere, his body covering Jake’s, hand encircling his cock to encourage it along but never enough to get him off.

                “God you feel good… look so good,” Bradley says, sounding gratifyingly breathless.

                “Am good…” Jake mutters, not wanting him to have any reason to stop, is starting to wonder if he’ll be allowed to come, if maybe this is some type of sadistic pleasure on Bradley’s part.

                “Yeah you are… fuck.”

                The fingers digging into his hip are bruising and Bradley’s body is shaking and Jake is pretty sure he’s coming, and he makes a little sound of displeasure. At least he hopes that’s what it sounds like to Bradley, because he wants to fucking come. Then Bradley is pulling out and Jake definitely grunts his annoyance now, but there is a soothing hand on his back, lips at his ear, rustling sound of something he doesn’t care about.

                “Shh shh shh… roll over.”

                He moves, body feeling heavy and leaden, Bradley kisses him, mouth hot. His cock is encircled in warm slippery fingers and he pushes up into it, chasing the pressure which is finally finally closer to what he wants. Needs. He spreads his legs further and then there are fingers sliding back into him, then a mouth around his cock and the sudden combination has him coming immediately, no time for a warning, no breath to give one anyway. He didn’t know orgasms came in this size, shape or form. He's been on the edge for too long and now he’s

                falling

                falling

                falling

                from the height that he was raised to. He knew, hoped, it would be good. The level of good has been exceeded, blown apart and he needs to look up some new adjectives.

                “Fucking hell…”

                All he hears in response is some humming and more rustling, then the sound of someone drinking water and he reaches out with weak grabby hands, none os his muscles seeming to want to cooperate. Water would be great right now, but he can barely move. Fortunately the bottle is placed in his hands and he forces himself up to a semi-sitting position so he can take a deep drink.

                “I need to brush my teeth, lube is gross. Didn’t think that through at all.”

                Jake pulls a face, because he hadn’t even thought about it, had been far too busy enjoying it.

                “I appreciate your dedication to the job…”

                “Thought you would,” Bradley smirks. “I’ll grab your bag as well.”

                “Thanks.”

                …             …             …

                He pulls on clean underwear and he’s glad there’s already the expectation that Jake is staying. Doesn’t want to have the awkward post-hook up conversation, because while he hasn’t had to have one of those in a while it doesn’t erase the remembered awkwardness at all. Definitely an unexpected perk of a regular hookup. He brushes his teeth as he walks around, re-enters his bedroom and drops Jake’s bag on his bed, goes back to the bathroom; glad he has a task to do because yeah, still feels a little awkward.

                He goes back to his bedroom and Jake hasn’t moved much, looks pretty fucked-out and Bradley likes the look on him. He is really fucking pretty, and fucking makes him prettier. He stalks over, shoves the untouched bag onto the floor and crawls up his body.

                “Did I tire you out?”

                “Fuck off. No. Just. More intense than I thought it would be.”

                “Good intense? Wait, that wasn’t, like, your first time or anything was it?” Bradley asks, running his fingers absently over Jake’s body.

                “No. Would have been pretty shitty if I hadn’t told you that. Just… I’m not the one here who has had a boyfriend…”

                “Uh, I mean I haven’t really either… I mean, I guess he was. But we didn’t go on dates or anything. And he’s in Australia now, we started hooking up and then realized we were both intending to be leaving San Diego about a month apart and it was just… convenient.”

                “Still plenty more, uh, experience than me.”

                “Oh yeah, that’s fair. God. Too fucking exhausted to worry about getting laid my first year and too busy the second and third…”

                “You’ve never hooked up with anyone at Annapolis?” Jake sounds surprised and Bradley shakes his head, because he meant every word about being exhausted and too busy. Plus he hadn’t needed anything getting back to Mav and Ice, because it would have. Case in point, Natasha.

                “Nope. Not worth the risk. Already been pulled into the Admiral’s office just on the whisper of rumor I was sleeping with Natasha.”

                “You weren’t?”

                “No. She’s like… a sister. And I’m gay.”

                “And what about now?”

                “Uh… I’m still gay.”

                “No,” Jake rolls his eyes, shoves at his shoulder. “Worth the risk?”

                Oh.

                Oh.

                Jake’s looking at him, expression split between nervous and hopeful and fuck, he’s maybe made an error of judgement.

                “I’m, uh, not looking for a boyfriend or anything…”

                “And how about a regular thing?”

                “With you? At boat school?”

                Jake shrugs, looking more unsure and Bradley suddenly wants. Previously he’d ruled it out, wanting to focus on being the best. Getting through and not having time to figure out who might be interested, but to already have someone makes things simpler… There’s still the risk of getting caught, but they’ll both be upperclassmen with more liberty leave and he’s not an idiot, he knows there are places and that some of the others definitely have sex on the regular.

                “I wouldn’t be averse…”

                “And what about the end of the year? When you graduate?”

                “I guess we have this discussion again…”

                …             …             …

                Jake resists the idea of actual sightseeing, wants to spend every second in bed, but Bradley insists on dragging him out to the zoo and a quick afternoon tour. For all his talk about them just hooking up the whole thing has a very date-like quality to it and Jake leans into it, lets Bradley lick ice-cream from his lips, pull him by the hand to his favorite exhibits in the zoo and not pointing out that he never lets go. He’s pretty sure it’s the best weekend he’s ever had.

                …             …             …

                He’s had a weird hypothetical conversation with Ice, probably one of the most awkward ones they’ve ever had. How and where to have sex at Annapolis, and not get caught. He’s reassured that as he’s currently non-commissioned there isn’t a matter of inappropriate misuse of rank, no fraternization he can actually get in trouble for. But his reputation is a different form of currency and he needs to be careful. He really does have to weigh up the risk and benefit but he’s also just spent the last year watching Ice battle cancer and he’s maybe thinking that a little risk in order to live his life to the full is okay.

                …             …             …

                It’s different being back, bunking in with a different crowd of guys, a sharp contrast to the sheer amount of freedom he’s had in the last year but also comforting in its familiarity.

                “Holy shit Bradshaw, you look nothing like your dads…”

                “Uh. They’re not related to me.”

                “They adopted him.”

                “Aw, like a puppy from the pound…”

                “Sure…” Bradley agrees, knows he’s fighting a losing battle, glad that no one has recognized Ice from the photo, but also the knowledge that he has two dads is simply common knowledge and he’s grateful that it’s likely weeded the worst of the assholes from wanting to interact with him. He isn’t close with any of them like he was with Natasha in his year, but he does know many of them, the sheer amount of time they have to spend together resulting in enforced comradery.

                …             …             …

                “We’ve got liberty leave.”

                “We do.”

                “Want to catch a movie together?”

                “Sure.”

                …             …             …

                “You couldn’t wait until this weekend?”

                “No. God. Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look?”

                “No, I could do with hearing it again…”

                …             …             …

                “Gentlemen.”

                Fuck.

                “Admiral Kerner sir.”

                “Would you like to explain to me what’s going on here?”

                “Uh…”

                “Wrestling sir. Playfighting.”

                Admiral Kerner closes his eyes, scrunches up his face and he looks like he’s almost in pain and Jake hopes he’s not going to have a heart attack. He glances at Bradley quickly, but holy shit he looks calm as anything, completely unperturbed by the fact that they’ve just been interrupted by a fucking Admiral. He thinks he might be sick.

                “Right. Okay. Well then can I suggest you use the gym where there are appropriate mats for wrestling. Or other such venues in the city when you’re on liberty leave.”

                “Thank you for that advice sir.”

                “You’re welcome Midshipman Brad - shaw. And your name?”

                “Uh, Seresin sir.”

                “Noted. You’re excused gentlemen.”

                Jake has never walked away so relieved in his life.

                …             …             …

                “Hey Ice, what’s Uncle Slider’s favorite drink?”

                “Why?”

                “You don’t want to know.”

                “Am I going to hear about it anyway?”

                “Can you just tell me what he likes to drink? I can buy it myself now.”

                “Tell me what happened and I’ll buy him the best… And if he deserves the best then you can’t afford it.”

                Bradley groans.

                “He, uh, maybe walked in on me in a compromising position.”

                “With… who?”

                “Uh, just a guy.”

                “This the hypothetical guy you may or may not think is scorching hot? The same one you had over the weekend we went away? The totally hypothetical one?”

                “Maybe?”

                “You sound exactly like Mav when you say that word. What’s his name?”

                “Can I take a pass on that?”

                “Nope. I can just ask Slider. Make it even worse for you.”

                “Ugh. Fine. Jake Seresin. He’s a year below me.”

                “Okay. I’ll send Sli a case of port and sign it with my name. You’d get in trouble for trying to bribe a superior officer. He’ll know why though.”

                “Thanks Ice.”

                “Trust me, I’ve gotten Mav out of far worse.”

                …             …             …

                “Your dads aren’t coming to graduation? What the fuck?”

                “It’s fine, it’s okay. I knew this was always a possibility…”

                “Oh, I guess with him being sick.”

                “Yeah, of course. Difficult to travel and stuff like that.”

                He wants to meet Bradley’s parents, feels like it’s the step to somehow shoving what they have into something more, at least in Bradley’s eyes.

                “They might surprise me. They’ve done it before.”

                For some reason Bradley doesn’t look thrilled at the idea.

                …             …             …

                His graduation day is coming and even a year delayed he can’t help but feel immensely proud. His final year has been easier academically with having the classes split over two years. It’s enabled him to help his peers and help run a couple of the social clubs. And of course, he’s been sneaking around and secretly having sex with Jake. Noone seems to have realized that they’re hooking up, and he guesses it because he hangs out with lots of different groups and people in equal measure, and Jake is in some of those groups as well. He’s even had a couple of guys make a pass at him, which he’s simply deflected and declined. Politely.

                He’s been thinking about maybe telling Jake, but it’s only been a year and he didn’t tell Natasha for three. However he knows Ice and Mav are going to be at his graduation somehow, but he isn’t sure in what capacity and they refuse to tell him. Even Uncle Slider won’t give him a hint, other than confirm that they are both going to be there. He has no idea whether they’re going to pull off the ridiculous disguises again, or attend the formal ceremony in full dress uniform. Rather than be annoyed or worried he wants them there. Desperately wants them there now, knowing that one day they might not be and if there is any silver lining to Ice’s cancer it has to be that.

                …             …             …

                “We’re going to miss you. It’s been a pleasure to have you at the USNA Midshipman Bradshaw. I look forward to watching your career with the US Navy.”

                “Thank you Admiral Kerner. For everything.”

                “You still have your heart set on flight school?”

                “Yes sir.”

                “Well, you’ve got a recommendation from me. You’ve been an exemplary young man, and I’m saying that not because of your history, but despite it. You could have come in here and coasted. Expected favors from your peers and greased wheels. Instead you’ve kept a very low profile, for the most part. I think some of the others have even forgotten who you’re actually related to…”

                “Not you though sir.”

                “No, not me. Of course receiving a case of port helps me both remember and forget certain things.”

                “Please do sir, sorry about that.”

                “I was young once too.”

                Fuck. He’s never going to be allowed to forget that.

                …             …             …

                “Bradley!”

                “Holy shit! Natasha!”

                They hug for a few seconds before remembering exactly where they are and stand back, grinning wildly at each other, straightening their uniforms.

                “How the hell did you get the leave?”

                “I have friends in high places and am not afraid to use them…”

                “Bullshit.”

                “Nope. I asked whether it was maybe possible and got the response that I’d make a pretty easy graduation gift all things considered.”

                “Have you seen them? Do you know what they’re wearing?”

                “Have they not told you?”

                “No!”

                “Oh this is going to be great! Stay here.”

                He doesn’t even have to wait, simply turns to where she’s stalked off to and he can see Ice walking toward him, greeting and congratulating others as he walk. It’s not direct, but close enough. The crowds parting in front of him and he realizes then that Mav’s coming up behind him, following in his wake and also dressed in his full dress whites. He wants to hug them. Desperately wants to hug them both. However it’s not permitted in uniform, although he knows many of the brass look the other way on days like today, there is still no reason for him to be hugging an Admiral or a Captain.

                “Captain Mitchell, Vice Admiral Kazansky, my best friend Bradley Bradshaw.”

                “Nice to meet you,” Bradley says, and it feels ridiculous. Mav is grinning, clearly amused and it isn’t helping him keep a straight face.

                “Nice to meet you too Midshipman Bradshaw, your parents must be very proud of you.”

                “I’d like to think so sir.”

                “Know so. They’re definitely proud. All of them.”

                “Thank you sir,” Bradley says, swallowing against the tightness in his throat.

                “How about I take a photo? Bradley’s a massive fan of yours Admiral,” Natasha says, clearly amused but he can tell she wants to somehow capture this day for them.

                “It’s true, big fan of both of you. I’d really love a photo with you. Please.”

                “Of course. Anything for a fan,” Mav says, grinning and Bradley catches Ice’s roll of the eyes.

                “I’m just going to take a dozen or so, new digital camera so we can delete the bad ones.”

                Bradley poses , smiles slightly and lets Natasha take photos until she seems satisfied.

                “Uh, Captain Mitchell, I was wondering if I could also get a photo with you sir?”

                “Of course,” Mav agrees, and another Midshipman in his year is getting his photo taken with Mav, and then with Ice.

                “Oh, would you mind if I got a photo as well?” Another asks, and Bradley starts backing away, can see people starting to take notice of exactly who they might be and why people might want photos with them.

                “Uh, sure…”

                There’s a fucking queue forming and Bradley exchanges a look with both Mav and Ice, because this is what they’ve avoided all those other times they’ve visited but he wouldn’t change things.

                …             …             …

                Jake freezes, because he’d know that profile anywhere. As he turns he knows for certain that it’s Vice Admiral Kazansky. And okay, he may have done a report on him when he was in high school, made up a whole bunch of shit about admiring him, when he really thought he was hot as fuck. He could multitask and think he was a great pilot and jerk off to photos of him while also wanting to be like him. He watches as he turns again, head lowering slightly to hear whatever the shorter man, a Captain, at his side is saying and the pair of them together look familiar from somewhere, but he can’t place it. People seem to be lining up to take photos with him, and he wishes he had a camera. The man is still damned attractive.

                “Uh, hi Jake.”

                “Bradshaw.”

                “Oh, are we doing last names?”

                “Well, you’ve been kind of avoiding me the last couple of weeks so I thought maybe it was your way of not having that conversation we were due to be having…”

                Bradley winces and Jake feels a flash of justified annoyance. He’s well aware he’s fallen in love, is aware that Bradley maybe hasn’t and he’d worked at trying to be okay with it. Hoped that at least Bradley would talk to him rather than effectively disappear on him for nearly two weeks.

                “So, I’ve been trying to figure something out and you’re kind of distracting.”

                “Don’t flatter me to make me stop being annoyed. Just tell me what you’ve decided…”

                “Well, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to meet my dads?”

                “Did they make it after all?” Jake asks, and yeah, he’s annoyed with Bradley but he’s also excited for him. He clearly has a good relationship with his dads and was disappointed or worried about them making his graduation. “Wait. You want to introduce me to them?”

                “Yeah. I’ve been wanting to tell you, but until I saw them just now I didn’t know how and well… I want you to meet them.”

                He frowns at the slightly weird turn of phrase but he guesses Bradley is nervous, which is actually fucking adorable considering how confident and sure he is nearly all of the time. Make a nice change.

                “I’d love to meet them.”

                “Come on…”

                He follows Bradley, a little confused that they reach the edge of a small gathering and then simply wait; people are still taking photos with the Admiral and he wonders if Bradley is wanting a photo first. Then the Captain is excusing himself and heading toward them, the smile on his face wide and Jake swallows, suddenly nervous.

                “Jake, this is Pete Mitchell. Captain Peter Mitchell. My dad.”

                “Nice to meet you sir.”

                “And you Jake,” Captain Mitchell says, shaking Jake’s proffered hand.

                Then the Admiral is there, clearly having followed the Captain and Jake looks at the two of them, standing either side of Bradley and his mind flashes to a similar image, a bedside photo in a frame, where the clothes are very very different. Oh fuck.

                “And this is my other dad, Admiral Tom Kazansky.”

                “Oh fuck…”

                Captain Mitchell lets out a loud bark of laughter and Bradley looks resigned while Admiral Kazansky has a tiny smile on his face, obviously quietly amused.

                “And this is Jake Seresin. My boyfriend…”

                Yeah.

                He’ll take that title.

THE END

#Nepo!Baby Bradley Bradshaw #Top Gun Maverick #AU where Bradley goes to USNA #Hangster #it's not who you know

[merakiui]

RAAA STEP BRO CATER 👹👹👹 he would ask his step sibling to do suggestive things and assures them it’s just an innocent trend :33

-🌧️

YES YES OMG MANY THOUGHTS!!!!

(cw: yandere, nsfw, stepcest, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, non-consensual photography, obsession, cater’s so creepy and gross >_<)

Sb!Cater who’s the first to swoop in when you’re brought into the family, if only to get to you before his sisters do. He doesn’t want you to become yet another sibling of his who he dreads seeing when he must return home from NRC. You take to him immediately, warming up to his friendly, “cute” personality. Of course his sisters also adore you, seeing so much potential to ruin you—or that’s how Cater views it. His sisters shower you in clothes they think you’ll love, and each outfit must be cuter than the last. Cater would feel sorry for you, but he just can’t when you seem so genuine in your gratefulness. Are you really okay with his sisters shaping you into something you might not be?

Most days, you spend your time being shown around the town by Cater. He introduces you to all of his favorite, most photogenic locations. He even takes a few selfies with you to commemorate your arrival! This is the most excited he’s been for anything. Maybe it’s because you’re interested in his photography. Or maybe it’s because you actually listen to him and treat him like a person rather than some dress-up doll. At first he sort of hated the idea of getting another sibling (especially if you’re a girl; that would mean yet another sister). He can hardly handle the two he has now, so the fact that you’re much more of a relief compared to his sisters is like the biggest blessing ever.

Cater finds he’s restless on the days his sisters take you out. What are they showing you? What are they telling you? Do they talk about him? He wants to be the one to share things at his own leisure. He’s supposed to be the cool brother! That image will be ruined if you come back knowing his life’s story. >:( when you aren’t home, Cater finds himself poking through your room. It was mainly curiosity at first, but then he’s opening your drawers to look at your belongings and to see just what kind of clothes you wear. It’s nothing bad, he thinks while he’s running his own internal assessments. Your clothes are cute, but are they really you? Do you like this sort of stuff, or is it just the influence of his sisters?

He mainly snoops. That’s all he really does aside from scrolling through his phone to look back on all of the photos he’s taken. The two of you went swimming last week, and he zooms in to look at all of the skin that’s not covered by a swimsuit. It’s silly to think this, but you really are cute. He spends the hour compiling an album of photos with you, cropping the ones that include other people. He’ll add more to this album soon.

The next time Cater’s in your room, it’s to steal your underwear. You won’t miss it; and even if you do his sisters will overhear and insist they take you shopping. So he gets to be greedy and pick from the selection. Grossly enough, he fishes through your dirty laundry instead of the drawer filled with clean pairs. He’s gone before you come back from the kitchen, and you’re wearing that pair of short shorts he likes so much. Maybe his sisters’ influence isn’t so bad this time…

Cater’s added more photos to his collection. Some taken of you when you fell asleep on the sofa watching a movie. Some taken of your silhouette against the shower curtain. Some taken of you as you’re getting ready, your back turned when he stuck his phone through the small crack in your door after it was left slightly open. He’s gotten daring with each photo, straying too close to being caught. It’s dangerous and wrong. You’re supposed to be his step-sibling. He shouldn’t have these thoughts about someone who’s meant to be family. But he thinks you’d be even cuter if he had a chance to ruin you. You don’t need his sisters’ influence. You need big brother Cay’s influence (sure, he’s only older by a month or two, but that still makes him your big brother)! :D

He’ll teach you all about the pretty parts of your body you rarely touch. And he’d know because he’s watched you for months and snooped through your things in search of sex toys. It’s a little exciting to wonder and theorize. Have you even used your fingers yet? Are you truly textbook virgin (like his friend Riddle. Oh, if that’s the case he must introduce the two of you!)? Have you even taken a cock before, whether silicone or not? It would be super cute if he was your first time! There’s a floor-length mirror in his room. He can spread you open when he slides you down on his cock to show you just how widely you’ll stretch to accommodate him. And of course he must record it! Good memories should be captured in permanence, right?

#twisted chit chat #🌧 anon #tw: stepcest #n/sfw #i need him… orz so many cater thoughts #cater introducing you to riddle and making the two of you fuck because ‘virgins lol’ #omg he probably got you drunk or gave you an aphrodisiac so now you’re all over riddle #and riddle’s ready to short-circuit #the thoughts are so scattered but i’m having a Cater Vision

[wantonrowls]

Stray Kids headcanons: Them as Sugar Daddy

Han Jisung

When the owner of a club that you were working for as a waitress delayed the payment on Han, never have you expected that out of the multiple women in there that he would pick someone like you as the payment. It was like an aimless hit, you were never an entertainer in there in the first place. You work there for part time as a waitress and when you overheard an aggravated Han assaulting your manager pinning his head with a butcher knife on the floor, you met his eyes and that mistake lead to another. Han knew that you heard them and that he was not gonna let you go easily so it made you an easy target as a payment of your manager. And since you have a lot of debt under your manager, you know best not to complain.

He handed you a contract about a Sugar Daddy and Sugar Baby agreement which made you more super confused. He told you that you should draw a line and that he needed you to escort him and you should always respond to his requests. You crossed your arms, still unsure in which Han told you that if you're not comfortable with the things he wanted you to do then you should tell him immediately. Han assured you in exchange of the services that he would fulfill the wishes you needed in your life because it's supposed to be that way.

Leaving no holes in his statement, you wrote down your signature sealing it with the stamp of your thumb.

Han's work includes his hands getting dirty when necessary which was a land dealer. This was the reason why he looks like a thug or some sort of a mafia the first time you saw him accidentally almost about to butcher your manager. With that note, you're always walking on eggshells near him, afraid to piss him off.

The next day you woke up to the sound of a revving car outside your house. When you perked up, Han smiles at you.

"Good morning doll, hope you had a good sleep, wash up and let's get going" "Uhm, how did you found out about where I live?" "I know a lot more than that" "What-" "Wash up doll, let's go"

He took you out to shopping like a normal date. This side of Han was unexpected as he was smiling from ear to ear, excitedly picking in between the dresses and skirts while he shows it to you which you disagreed when he wanted you to try it on. And hey, this is Han we are talking about, he doesn't take no for an answer. When you went out of the dressing room he was in awe. Jaw almost dropping on the floor, you just look…mesmerizing that Han can't keep his hands to himself scooping you by the waist as he plants a kiss on your neck. You jerked your head to the side, uncomfortable with the kiss and when you panned your gaze back at him it's as if Han immediately changes his demeanor like a switch, more eager to pull your waist.

"I'm sorry doll, You just look so beautiful. Are you getting uncomfortable?" in which you nodded at him "Use your words, doll" his thumb carressing your lips, signaling for you to speak

"Y-yes" "What was that Y/N? Hmm?" "Y-yes D-d-daddy.." "Good Girl. We shall head back home then"

Home? Ah you just can't even comprehend his words when he said home. His concept of home is far more different than yours, it was a fucking penthouse with large gates and multiple body guards securing the area. It had a fucking huge swimming pool and out of all the rooms that he toured you on, his bedroom was the most luxurious thing you had ever seen which was shown on your face.

The first paycheck that you received from him was massive in amounts. It paid all of your debts, It advanced your rent and you have stock of groceries for yourself for the upcoming month. You have never been this happy opening your bank account so to return the favor you gave Han the bestest bj he has ever experienced. Like, eye-rolling, hair-pulling, cum-dripping experience for the both of you. Han after that became more clingly towards you, always calling you, always has an excuse on his sleeves just so he could see your face, always have to have you on his arm whenever he attends to something say a ball, a party or gambling but never when he's working as it could get bloody.

You're always gonna get pampered by Han with the latest bag and the latest shoes and if you're oh so eager again to return the favor, he loves it if you allow him to nip on your chest, leaving lots of hickeys in display only for his eyes to see.

Han switches his moods in a click. If he's in a dominant mood, he'll show it to you by manhandling you or enjoying you on your knees for hours until it bruises you. If he's in a caring mood, he'll let you lead by allowing you to pin him on the bed by your thick thighs, almost suffocating him while he licks you hours on end. This also means that if sex is allowed in your relationship he'll let you be a pillow princess while he does the work.

Lee Felix

When he spotted you at the bar while you're just working the night, you never expected that a Lee Felix would hand you an escort contract, like, what the fuck, Lee Felix? the one who owns multiple food chains globally? the one who always arrives at the back door with his huge body guards? the one who always pulls up with a new car every night? You never took it seriously until you saw his eyes that he was far more than joking about the idea.

"But I'm a bartender here, I don't work as an entertainer nor an escort" "That's why you're far more than qualified for the job, Y/N" "You don't get it, I won't be able to fix your issues" "But I could with yours,Y/N. I know you have a lot going on on your hands that's why I really wanted you to do it"

There's no escaping to that. Felix knows your debts and your rent due, he already knows that you've been sending small amounts of money to your parents back home which leads to you barely having enough to fund for yourself, he knows it all like the back of his hand. Left with no choice, you gave him what he wanted, to be a Sugar Baby.

The upcoming days felt like a dream. Felix pulled you out of misery in an instant. He let you live on his penthouse in exchange for your services, to make him happy.

And to make him happy, you have to give your 25/8 attention to him, be an attentive listener to him unless he said no and all in all be a good girl on your knees. If he arrives home from a business outside and he's in his bad temper, you better be wearing the lace underwear on his bed, ready for him to use your mouth.

If he comes from a trip abroad or just outside, you're always gonna receive a gift from him because he's just that affectionate. He loves showering you with bottles of perfume or watch or whatever you prefer, it's always a surprise.

Felix, in his cute and neutral mode, will always gonna ask if he could suck on your nipples. Whether if you're just chilling on his couch, on his car in the middle of the traffic, in the private cinema, wherever his kink fits and you better allow him. Like how can you not with that cute round cat eyes that he pairs with his purring

"Can I suck on your nipples baby?" "Felix I thought you were sleeping" "I could, if you let me suck on your tits" "My gosh, you're obsessed"

His hand will always gonna be on your waist travelling down your ass whenever someone hits on you at an event. It's like a signal to back off because he owns you. He loves seeing your neck decorated with necklace, and you know what, Felix loves biting you. Whether your thumb, your index finger, your shoulder, your earlobe or whatever his mouth could reach, it's always gonna get bitten by him, not in a harsh way. It's like an assurance for him that he's the only one who could do that to you.

Felix enjoys toys so to punish you if you've done something bad, he'll show no mercy until your mouth is full of his cum. His dick would be balls deep down your mouth while a vibrator is stuck on your cunt in the highest setting. The moans, the vibrations and the softness of your tongue always sends him to heaven which allows him to milk faster.

Felix is also a show off. He's in a bundle of awe whenever his investors compliments you or your good looks or whenever they compliment you as a couple. It's an ego boost for him if he sees that they're jealous of him to score someone like you.

What makes Felix be in distaste or in an awful mood is if someone makes you uncomfortable say by a compliment or a gesture. Like that one time when that arrogant investor asks how good are you in bed or does Felix want another slut and immediately with a flick of his finger, his personal security team pins the bastard to the ground, a gun to his head while Felix covers your ears.

"Everyone, this is what happens when you forget that I'm not fucking around" He announces as he pulls the trigger, a bullet struck on the forehead

This made you look at him in a different light. Like anytime you think of escaping him, he'll immediately pull the trigger on your head, like that cunt-mouth investor. Which Felix assures you while he hugs you tight on his chest back on his penthouse, that he'll never do that to you

"How sure are you that you won't kill me" "Because I'm asking you out on a formal relationship" "Wha-" clueless as he kneels infront of you

"Can I be your boyfriend, Y/N?"

#stray kids jisung #stray kids imagines #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz #han jisung #stray kids felix #stray kids han smut #stray kids lee felix smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz x you #skz jisung #skz felix #skz headcanons #stray kids headcanons #jisung x you #jisung x y/n #han #jisung fic #jisung imagines #lee felix #felix smut #felix imagines #felix x reader #felix lee

[bokvshou]

i love how the first opening and ending of free! tell us the central theme of the season. I know this is common in all anime media, but I really like it.

the opening is about Rin, isn't it? throughout "Rage On" they make you see the rivalry he has with Haru and the painful break in their relationship. the visual insists on showing you a lonely, spiteful Rin in warm colors and a dry environment (literally) like a desert. Haru on the other hand is shown in the water and surrounded by his friends, almost as if Haruka had his shit together, although we learn later that Haru isn't very... mentally stable either (he's not mentally stable until the end of the franchise tbh but that's a topic for another post).

showing Rin in the desert means that he's out of the water, with no one by his side, full of anger and sadness. there's even a brief moment (a very "blink and you miss it" moment) where he can be seen crying.

considering how much free! use water as a metaphor, it doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on; Rin is totally dry and needs to find his way to the water again + Haru is in the water = Rin needs Haru and his friends. Haru's the one who has the water Rin so desperately needs; and this is resolved at the end of the season where Rin realizes all he wanted was to go swimming once more with Haru and his friends. okay, sounds cute and makes sense.

then we have "Splash Free".

the ending shows us an alternative universe (we love those) where Haru is a traveler wandering in the desert and he's fucking thirsty and tired, but he can't find water ANYWHERE. his friends are there, that's not really the problem, but no one has water. and they try to give him some of course, but nobody can.

guess who has all the water? Rin Matsuoka.

he's the only one who has water for Haru (and you can see how he enjoys having all the available water, the lil fucker). and then, seeing all this we can apply the same logic: Haru is totally dry and needs to find his way to the water again + Rin is in the water = Haru needs Rin. Rin's the one who has the water Haru so desperately needs; and this is resolved at the end of the season where Haru manages to reconcile and repair his relationship with him.

in conclusion? the first opening teaches you Rin needs Haru, yes, but the first ending is a constant reminder that Haru needs Rin too, and this permanently creates what has always been the core of free!; the relationship between Nanase Haruka and Matsuoka Rin, a fact that was true until the very end, and I think it's beautiful.

#free! iwatobi swim club #rinharu #rin matsuoka #haruka nanase #splash free! by STYLE FIVE #rage on! by OLDCODEX #im so normal abt them

[flaray25]

IM GIGGLING TO THESE NEW RECENT EPISODES OMG...

Since I barely check up the newest, I'm glad to watch these because it was my biggest shipping hell from my whole life since i joined here.

I could tell how much DIFFERENT squidward acts around Spongebob on the episode Swimming Fools (explained by artokaii already yes tysm for that lysm pooks/p)

I'm flabberghasted to how really Squidward was admitting it right on there to Spongebob the truth, right here and now- I knew Squidward has fear of heights.

DIFFERENT PARALLELS

Boating buddies [back in the seasons]

-Spongebob is seen to really love having Squidward in for attending boating class= to the point it makes Squidward's irritation increase.

[They both are sitting right next to each other, Squidward is annoyed by him]

Mandatory Music [Season 13 previous]

-Spongebob is seen to be happy when he sees Squidward from the room, his eyes dotting to him in target. All happy that Squidward joined= Squidward had his own urge to blow like how Irritatable Squidward was back in Boating buddies but this moment it was just DIFFERENT. like it didnt seem to act like him at all.

He didn't blow. He didn't yell. He just- was there trying to hold it on him to get this whole thing over with. I'm not actually sure if Squidward thanked spongebob [offscreen after he played his music from the last scene of mandatory music]

But all I could see was that- comparing to these two episodes- our man has development.

[They both are sitting right AGAIN next to each other, but this time he is seemingly shown to be less annoyed by Spongebob's appearance.]

Here's a funny reason- Squidward is angry because in the episode boating buddies, Spongebob was the one to annoy him in class even when comes to him telling people he was his 'boating buddy' Squidward is afraid of Spongebob and he didn't blame him from that. He just hasn't realize yet from the start how big having Spongebob around would've really changed his life. From time to time ofcourse but it's slowly blooming ykwim?

Mandatory Music episode is where this time Spongebob isn't intruding Squidward who causes chaos when he's around. He was SENT to Mandatory Music and Spongebob wasn't the reason and the cause for that.

In Boating Buddies it was his fear to where Spongebob gets to be with him even when trying to approach to him

Mandatory Music is where after getting sent there, he felt entertained by having Squidward as company too and was also glad that he's there. Squidward knows he's already stuck with his next door neighbor all around from day and night all again.

Probably this development does seem to change him after all?

Besides. Without Spongebob. What would had Squidward's life been without him?

And what would Spongebob's appearance of the show would happen? Without Squidward as his co-worker and next door neighbour?

If Squidward wouldn't have been there then Spongebob wouldn't have probably acted like how sweet and happy child like he was once knew. [POINTED OUT TO THE EPISODE FRIENDIVERSARY!]

Either took your time and patience to read this document because sometimes when I make long things like these explaining explaining excetera exetera. I mostly get less likes- I dont mind at all i just hope people who reads this gets the point.

#squidbob #spongebob #spongebob squarepants #squidward #squidward tentacles #spongeward #fandomizer25 #sbsp

[copperpipes]

Okay so with the turtles being more...turtle...would this mean they wouldn't be able to stay on dry land as much as they might be able to if they inherited the more human side. All of the turtles aside from mikey are primarily aquatic turtles that spend a good amount of their time submerged in water. irl if they go too long without being able to be fully submerged they can get unwell, and can get more prone to diseases and such, so with that said, has donnie maybe built a large pond for him, raph and leo to just be able to swim around in and bask in at random times of the day? (Maybe with a build in giant UV/heat lamp above for when they can't go and get that naturally outside?

Yes!

Donnie built many things to accommodate his family with their special needs. They did have a pond in the old lair that was made for cleaning and just for swimming so they won't have to trudge in the stinky sewer waters every time they wanted to take a swim.

In other words the pond was made more for comfort and hygiene then out of necessity for scale health maintenance. Because they can sweat.

For reference, not many animals can sweat, only a few mammals, and humans are the only ones who's whole body can sweat, in fact, this is what made humans the most successful pursuit hunters and so dangerous in their early days, its why humans lost their fur, its why humans are able to regain stamina while using it.

Of course, Draxum would know this. He would know of the strengths and weaknesses of what he was setting his future warriors against. So naturally he wrote and adjusted this ability into the genome of his future warriors.

This is how they work;

Humans have to types of sweat glands all across their body, there are sweat glands at every hair root, but our turtles don't have hair (that is another topic, Mikey wouldn't grow hair, he would grow something resembling hair).

Instead, their scales are built in a certain way, different from their un-mutated counterparts, like this.

The turtle sweat(tm) has a few purposes.

First, similar to humans it is used for cooling, for whatever the reason may be of their temperature increasing.

Second, more vital and the primary one, for keeping the scales hydrated. (Of course the brothers would rather shower then sweat, Donnie especially. When sweat drys dust and dirt are prone to stick to the scales, obviously it may cause irritation and itchiness to bother the scales and the very delicate skin below)

Fun fact, Mikey’s palms specifically tend to sweat quickly, its the reason why he has specialized gloves made by Donnie (he wouldn't use athlete's chalk so he won't leave three fingered hand prints around).

And a giant uv lamp was already shown in the show so yeah :)

Good ask!

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #speculative biology #biblically accurate turtles #biologically accurate mutant turtles #ask

[stoopid-turtle]

made-up thoughts about dd's gender presentation

Okay, the gender post! Honestly, dd's gender presentation is something I think about a lot (ok, I just think about everything dd-related a lot), so here's a post about it. A couple disclaimers on the way down though.

Gender is weird

Um, so gender is complicated and deep. I'm not gonna delve into that too much. Just know I'm not saying much about dd's gender identity, because that's too speculative for me and I don't tend to analyze how people might feel their gender inside.

So this is all about gender expression or performance. The way he presents himself to the world. This includes stuff like clothing, ways of talking, makeup, mannerisms, etc. Anything we can see when we watch him.

For those more into the advanced gender convo, yes yes, gender is a social construct and there's nothing inherent about, say, a tuxedo that makes it a "man's" outfit. Fully onboard with that. But for simplicity's sake, let's shortcut to acting as if we buy into how society genders random stuff so as to recognize that a tux is "male-coded" by just about every society in the present day. Everybody swims in these waters, and they perform their gender with the understanding of how their society assigns these arbitrary gender assignments, so let's just deal with that for this convo. /obligatory gender theorist disclaimer

East vs West

I'm in the US, and I fully recognize that there are different norms for gender in Eastern cultures. A lot of the things that read as "feminine" to Western eyes is more neutral in the East, such as long hair or makeup. (I've read a fantastic tumblr post that went into this in-depth but, alas, I can't find it now. You will notice throughout this post that I am extraordinarily bad at refinding things)

On top of that, idols, in specific, often have quite feminine stylings to Western standards. In the East, the vibe I get is that idols are seen as more androgynous (though still threatening to some forms of masculinity).

I can only speak from my own very westernized perspective, so take it with as much salt as you want. I reserve the right to change my mind about everything later, anyway.

Basically, I have 3 main points here, starting with:

1. DD's early styling was more femme than he would ordinarily gravitate to

There's a moment I think about a lot. This one, specifically, set a month and a half after UNIQ's debut. The band is on a Chinese talk show and the host enthuses about them.

(also, baby DD rapping Love the Way You Lie is just....well, it's a thing that happened) (some US context: Love The Way You Lie was an Issue Song pointedly about domestic violence with Rihanna - an artist who had been a victim of a highly publicized dv assault - as the chorus singer and Eminem - a rapper with a history of misogynist lyrics (with a song about murdering his ex-gf) - doing the rap. It had a weirdly sexy music video with that lotr guy and was also a thing that happened)

DD is 17 years old here--a baby--and he's, frankly, adorable. He notes that he's been training for 4 years (I'm so curious about what idol training looks like, tbh), which wows the host.

But the part that I think about a lot is when the host expounds at length about how beautiful and like a girl dd is. DD has a girl's hairstyle (i've had that exact hairstyle at multiple points in my life), and the host says at various points that he's "more beautiful than girls", that girls will envy him, that he is very very pretty, that if she were a man, she would fall in love with him. The basic upshot here is that much is made of his feminine looks, and I get the vibe that his styling is more femme than typical, even for an idol.

At the same time, I think about this moment of dd in a dance competition in 2011, before his debut. DD's main passion has always been dancing, and he went into hiphop dancing, as shown here. He also attempted breakdancing while younger, though an early injury apparently kept him from going that route (I swear I've heard this somewhere, but can't find where. Link me if you know).

DD was interested in the more macho-types of street dances. Hiphop isn't as dominated by men as breaking is, but it's still has more of a masculine culture than jazz or, you know, waacking.

I think a lot about a kid who wanted to spend his life dancing, who went through idol training to debut as the femme maknae of a group. It was a weird fit for him, and I think his movement away from that initial look reflects that.

At the same time, I want to go back to something I find significant about his talk show appearance.

When asked who is most popular among girls, everybody (dd included) points to dd. (A bandmate also jokes that dd is most popular among men). A 17-year-old kid who just debuted a little over a month ago with a femme style is already getting fawned over by fans and older female hosts. However weird it could be, it's gotta be a huge ego-boost at a formative time to get the positive feedback to that look.

I think (and putting on my speculation hat here) that this is important for dd's performance of gender as he gets older.

Which brings me to the next main point:

2. DD enjoyed his more feminine idol look bc he knew it made him attractive

I suspect dd came to some acceptance of the more femme styling (once he moved away from the white peony look) primarily because it got him so much fawning.

I imagine idol training goes into how to create a public persona for oneself, especially given how much idols are supposed to reveal of themselves. Letting fans feel that they're getting an intimate look at the real person, while still maintaining the privacy of their actual personal life, is a skill, and I expect it's second-nature to dd at this point given how long he's been in the industry.

This isn't to say that dd's fake or that the dd we see publicly isn't "really" him. But it is a carefully presented version of him that intentionally keeps his private life private.

There's really 2 periods where we probably see the most authentic, unfiltered dd: the early UNIQ days, when he was still getting the hang of the ent industry (though that's complicated in that he was also young and under pressure to perform a certain way and had not developed the skills/experience/cache to set limits, hence him doing a lot more cutesy stuff that he refuses to do as he gets older); and the bts footage for CQL, as he did not expect those to be so widely seen. Even the unscripted stuff like DDU and SDC allows for some intentional presentation of himself in a way the more candid bts moments did not.

That's a bit of a digression, actually, but it's important because I think this public persona, especially the idol persona, is more femme than dd would normally style himself (as in, how he would style himself if he weren't an entertainer). The result of this is that we see some contexts, such as the CQL fanmeetings where dd wears women's outfits, where that idol style is intentionally deployed. Part of the point of fanmeetings is fanservice, and dd's feminine presentation, linked as it is to his idol image, is wholly about pleasing the fans.

There's reason to believe that dd was never too much into those stylings because he intrinsically enjoyed them. He's said multiple times in interviews that he prefers going without makeup. This isn't too telling because, hey, makeup can be uncomfortable to wear. Especially stage makeup.

But there's an interesting compilation of interview clips where dd reveals his complete lack of even any interest in makeup, referring curious interviewers to talk to his makeup artist and explicitly associating makeup with women (I have looked everywhere for this. I swear I saw this compilation on YouTube but now I can't find it. This is unfortunate bc this particular video really made me think about dd's gender presentation). And of course, his attempt to do someone else's makeup was...adorable. This is not a guy who wears makeup for the joy of it. He wears it because it's part of his job.

This isn't to say that dd looks down on it. Not at all. We only have to look at his defensiveness of the idol look to gg during the bts to see this. I don't think he's at all bothered by makeup. He just accepts it as part of his career.

(I have a completely made-up story in my head about how gg's preference for no-makeup dd was a major romantic thing bc it's gg liking the real dd, not the idol persona that everybody else fawns over. And how, once dd realized that gg was paying him a compliment, it gave him big feels. This story is definitely not real)

This all is gonna lead me to my last main point:

3. DD's probably okay taking on a more masculine style now bc it fits more how he would naturally dress himself

Like millions of other people, I really dig the idol look. When I was doing my initial dive into turtledom and read about some of the Chinese censorship of idols in recent years, I was initially put out because...idol!dd!

(Ok, as a queer person, I also have big solidarity feels and stuff, but that's a whole digression)

But then I began obsessively watching browsing dd stuff on YouTube and I came around to thinking that while I love and miss idol!dd, I don't know that dd is too shook up over it.

In my view, dd sees that type of styling as a role to put on for certain performances. Now that it's out of style, so to say, he switches to something else. It goes along with some other career transitions he's making, such as focusing more on film. I think this may just let him go with a more "natural" styling (basically, how he would style himself if he weren't a celebrity).

(I do think he likes dyeing his hair fashion colors, but that's not necessarily gendered. He's had plenty of dyed hair looks that are still masc)

When I think of things like that...well, I still personally miss idol!dd because that look really works for me. But I'm not bothered on his behalf because I don't know that he feels particularly constrained by the idol crackdown (at least with regards to no longer being able to present with an idol style; there are other aspects of the politics that may feel constraining, but that's a whole other digression). If anything, it provides a good reason for him to move away from idol-dom in his career (which he'd have to do at some point as he ages).

To wrap this up, I've felt horrendously guilty that the first photo on this tumblr wasn't even of dd or gg, so i'm gonna end this with a photo of idol!dd. I'm not gonna say it's my favorite look, because it's just cruel to make me pick a single favorite. But this is one I think is pretty.

#bjyx #yizhan #i am once again wordy af #lemme tell you dd's thoughts on gender #maybe #okay i'm just guessing #only dd (and gg) really know #his tiny fake ponytail just works for me

[0-animelover-0]

Marcovaldo family x Reader

A/N: Massimo with a Feminine S/O, takes place after Massimo adopts Alberto.

My masterlist is -> here

Massimo (Luca)

Massimo is a kind man, we all know that.

He likes to hold your hands in his larger ones. He is a softly for the ones he loves.

Cooking together and walks are things he enjoys doing with you.

He isn't the jealous type, he trusts you completely.

He is a big guy so he gives you ever bigger hugs that last a few seconds unless he's in a hurry. Then it's just a quick hug.

He adores the things you do. Even if it is simple as doing something right. He treats you like you are the only person in the world.

Massimo may be a tall man with little words but his eyes and hands tell a different story. His light touches are gentle and love is always shown in his eyes as he looks at you. It's obvious that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

His daughter, Giulia, felt indifferent about you at first.

She wants what is best for her father and wants him to be happy.

But she also doesn't feel like he needs another potential spouse after him and her mother.

She felt like her father and mother would get back together but gave up on that hope after a while.

Giulia slowly warms up to you after seeing how happy you make Massimo.

She told her dad and admitted to you that she'd never call you "Mama" or "Mom".

You gently reassured her that it is completely okay if she never does. And you also told her that you'd never replace her mother which she greatly appreciated.

Massimo does plan things between the three of you to try and bond.

The man is a giant sweetheart when it comes to you and his daughter.

If he ever saw you and Giulia sleeping beside each other due to her accidentally falling asleep by you... Mans has an overload of emotions.

Of course he doesn't show it all that much but you can tell that he enjoys seeing you and his daughter getting along.

On the other hand, Alberto kinda liked the idea of having a mother figure in his life.

He thinks it is nice that Massimo found someone who loves him.

Alberto was hesitant at first during your first encounter but very soon he warmed up to.

He'd be protective over you if anyone came around you for too long.

He wouldn't admit it, but he enjoys moments when you run your fingers through his curly hair while he's in your lap. Instantly knocked out 'cause of it being so relaxing.

He would call you "Mama" or "Mom" at one point in yours and Massimo's relationship.

Alberto would want to show you everything he is proud of. How good he swims, how he can ride a bike, how fast he can climb, etc.

Moving on to tiny oneshot...

"Giulia! Alberto! Dinner is ready!" You yelled from the kitchen. When you received no response, you went outside and yelled it again towards the beach.

Giulia and Alberto looked at each other and big smiles broke out onto their faces. Giulia stood up before he could. "Race ya home!"

The boy quickly got up and laugher erupted from the both of them. They were both out of breath when they reached the house. Alberto put his hands on his knees and swallowed as he panted. "I won."

You smiled and rolled your eyes seeing the two of them compete against one another. "Come on you two. Eat before the food gets cold." You sat plates down onto the wooden table for everyone including yourself.

Giulia threw her hands in the air. "Yes! Trenette al Pesto!" Her and Alberto stuffed their faces with the pasta that you cooked.

You chuckled softly at the display and shook your head. "Woah woah, slow down. You're going to choke if you eat that fast."

Alberto shrugged and put more of the noodles on his fork. "It's alright Mama, I won't." The boy stopped mid bite with the fork close to his mouth; his mouth wide open. He was frozen as he realized what he had said. Giulia looked at him with big surprised eyes and her cheeks looked like a chipmunk since she was eating when he spoke.

Massimo raised one of his thick eyebrows while you tried not to tear up. Alberto put the fork down and finally looked at you. He cleared his throat and nervously met your eyes. "I'm sorry, it just slipped out."

You weren't mad or weirded out by him calling you 'Mama'. You found it sweet and made your heart swell. You leaned forward and put a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "Don't be sorry. I don't mind if you call me that. If you want to, you can."

Alberto smiled. "Really? I-I can?" He immediately jumped down from his seat and hugged you tightly. You blinked down at him but then happily smiled and wrapped your arms around him. Giulia was now smiling softly at the scene with her head tilted. Massimo cracked a smile and put a forkfull of pasta in his mouth.

#Luca #disney #massimo #alberto scorfano #giulia #giulia marcovaldo #x reader #family #anime #feminine reader #movie #luca movie #scenarios #oneshot #italy #alberto #relationship #masterlist #gif #dating scenario #Massimo with a S/O #fluff #Trenette al Pesto #mother figure

[bewaretheundead91]

A love Worth Dreaming For

Y/N is a woman who was killed against her will to prevent the Dreaming Realm from being destroyed. She is set free into the Dreaming by Morpheus only days before the Dream king is summoned to the waking world and trapped. A century later he returns only to pick up where it all left off.

A/N: First of all I hope those links work for the first 3 parts, it did not in my last update. Again this update is probably a mess and bits may be out of character and what not. I'm really into slow burns, but like to add spice here and there.

Warnings: not really any, but it is a long update

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

PART FOUR

Lucienne and Morpheus stand at the end of the dock, their eyes taking in the expansive view of a large eerie lake. It’s water Dark in its color, a rich cobalt blue shifting into deep navy. The lake gives off its most evil, corrupt, changing energy to this day. The dream king looks to his librarian friend then out at the other end.

“She will show, my lord,” The liberation assures meeting Morpheus’s eyes. Which were red with concern, dare they be sad or scared. “Y/N has always been loyal to you, even in your absence.”

“That I am not so sure about. She only wished to seek me out for other reasons.”

“It was loyalty regardless, even if just for your return to seek out those answers to her many questions.”

Morpheus ponders and agrees, loyalty nevertheless.

“Sire, she is approaching now.” Lucienne informs.

Morpheus turns his head towards the other end of the wooden structure, a relief washes over him as the woman continues to walk forward. She was not in her usual tweed suit, but in a similar fashion to him. The relief is replaced with regret, when he sees her face. It was a flat expression, with her hair loose.

“Y/N,” Morpheus greets the woman, yes almost the exact same outfit his. Black coat, black pants, and shirt. “I appreciate that you have shown up.”

“Lucienne, good evening.” Y /N greets the librarian with a warm smile. She gives a simple nod to Morpheus.

“These waters are very dark,” Morpheus says as he gestures for Y/N to stand beside him. “You will not let go of my hand nor will you try to swim away. Once I have opened this portal it will be dangerous. For you and for me.”

Y/N nods and meets his side.

“You’re not wearing your suit.” Her says a softer than usual expression on his brows

“You told me not to,” Y/N says flatly. “I don’t want to create conflict.”

“Very well then,” He dips down and sprinkles in what little power he has left. The water begins to glow bright and churn. He stands up and extends a hand out. “Do not try anything, keep your hand in mine. If you let go you may be lost forever.”

Y/N’s eyes light up with an idea.

“Forever,” He says clenching his jaw, eyes red from stress. “That is a fact, that has been tested.”

“I won’t let go, I promise,” Y/N slowly outstretches her hand towards his then quickly snatches it back. “But, you have to promise me that I can do what I need to while in the waking world.”

“You have my word,” He says with a nod and then extends his head up. “I promise on all that remains of the dreaming realm.”

A smile slips from Y/N’s lips, once she catches Morpheus looking at her agreeably it drops. She quickly extends her hand and Morpheus’s soft fingers glide in between hers. A touch she has missed.

Morpheus and Y/N shiver at the same time. The image of the dream king resting on top of Y/N’s nude body beneath covers flash in their heads. Morpheus was gazing down at her with parted lips and slightly closed lids, heavy with desire. The two watch as his fingers lace with hers. Y/N’s hand slams against the pillow behind her head aggressively. Then there was a thrust, Y/N’s head shoots up with the sounds of pleasure escaping her mouth.

Y/N rips her hand from Morpheus, shaking and breathing with short breaths. To prevent tears she squeezes her eyes into a pained expression. Lucienne furrows her brows and takes a step forward.

“Is everything alright?”

Morpheus also squeezes his eyes shut for a brief moment.

“Do not ever do that again!” She shouts, showing rage much like when she had found out he was back. It hurts seeing images from so long ago. Her tone falls to something sad. “Please.”

“I didn’t mean to, I need to get this realm cleaned up and my tools back. My abilities will…”

“Do what my lord,” Lucienne asks in confusion. “What has happened?”

“Just a shared memory between Y/N and I.”

Morpheus snatches Y/N’s hand and pulls her to the edge of the dock with her shoulder colliding with his. He looks at her apologetically, but it was not enough. Morpheus leans down and is pulled in. Y/N is yanked towards the water.

The water was different this time, it wasn’t water, it was a whirlpool of images of different places and people. Y/N watches a Morpheus collects strange objects needed. But the object that was the most fascinating to her was an egg. It had been taken the moment after the snake had been captured in Morpheus' coat. He had gazed upon it almost lovingly.

“It is a gargoyle egg,” He informs her. “You were not with me at the time, but I had to take back a gift I created for two of the remaining people in my realm. To collect enough sand to collect what is needed.”

“You killed it?” Y/N asks, staring at the large egg. “That is very heartbreaking.”

“I did not want to kill the creature I created, I was forced to. It was a painful decision,” He says, placing the egg gently into his coat. It disappears into what looks like a galaxy. “Painful decisions have to be made for the greater good.”

Y/N keeps quiet, her own pending worth was slowly decreasing in her head and heart. The greater good. She still couldn’t find herself to forget that very decision. Morpheus tilts his head in knowing that she was thinking about the decision for her death. He knows she is not selfish for these internal thoughts.

“We should leave.”

Y/N nods.

Morpheus, Lucienne, and Y/N arrive at a beach. In their hands were the gifts needed to call upon the fates.

“Do not speak to them,” Morpheus orders. “There are only three questions asked and answers given. Go stand with Lucienne.”

“You need to work on your tone, sire.” Y/N says and rolls her eyes.

Morpheus looks out to the ocean not sure if he like Y/N calling him Sire. It was a way for her to mock him.

Y/N walks over and meets her side. Morpheus says a couple of phrases and the three fates appear. A gasp leaves her mouth, this was real. Of course it was. The women turn their heads and glance at her. She lowers her head.

“This one is new,” One of the women states. “But the feeling is familiar, the path is the correct one for my child.”

Y/N shoots her head up and meets the eye of the women.

“Yes, a correct one.” Another woman says.

“Your destiny is not complete.”

“Morpheus you always seem to find the interesting ones.”

“Interesting indeed, a vortex she once was, but perhaps the ability remains?”

“Something remains deep down.”

“ladies,” Morpheus gains their attention. “I have summoned you for three questions.”

“And what have you brought us.”

Morpheus presents two gifts, he opens his jacket releasing a snake. The eldest woman takes it in her mouth and swallows. Y/N watches curiously.

The women give Morpheus his answers, but they were not specific, specific enough to pinpoint the exact place of their whereabouts. With this information Y/N now knows that she will have to travel to hell, if she is to go with him.

The three arrive back at the castle, immediately Morpheus turns to look at Y/N, body language is rigid, but he was appearing nervous. He swiftly approaches her and in reaction she jumps back.

“We have to go to London. And it will be near your library, your old home. Is that where you wanted to go? To see?”

“Of course it is, Morpheus,” She says, dropping her head. “I need to see it, to know if it still exists.”

“It does,” He assures her and places a finger beneath her chin. He gently lifts it upwards. “I can now offer you solace, it exists and is still in your family. Your great grand niece is now running it.”

Y/N eyes perk up and tears fall against her will. A warm feeling flows through her and she smiles.

“Still exists? I knew it would thrive in that spot near the university!”

“We will stop by,” He says, removing his finger. “But we should make it brief.”

“Brief?” She asks.

“Yes.”

“Do you truly think they will satisfy me?”

“Brief, because there are more pertinent matters.”

“Is this not strange to you at all?” Y/n asks crossing her arms. “Being able to just mention the. Library and allowing me to go there like it’s nothing?”

“We need to be preparing to leave for the waking world.”

“Preparing how? All I need to do is leave. What do you have to do? Change your black T-shirt? Mess up your black hair?”

Morpheus purses his lips and begins to walk away. He heads down a hallway and Y/N runs after him. She snatches his coat, it slips through her fingers. She darts out her hand again catching his arm, gripping her fingers aground him.

“I’m not just some pathetic human, no excuse me I don’t know what I am anymore,” She shouts pulling him back. “I know you don’t think about it, but if I am to accompany you still, give me this, grant me this closure to be of sound mind.”

Morpheus turns and snatches her by the wrist and pulls her to him. Y/N loses her breath, looking up at his terrifyingly calm demeanor.

“You are still mistaken, believing I’m the man you knew all those years ago, but I am not,” He says, face closing in, his nose was inches from hers. “I do not want to hurt you, but I am not. Your expectations of me to speak freely of the past are irrational. I am only taking you there to ensure you will stay with me by my side.”

“You killed me,” Y/N says, struggling in his tight grasps. Her eyes turn hard with an expression Morpheus had yet to see on her face. This was new. “And you expect me to just get over that? I’m being forced to work with a man I once loved, who killed me, dropped me in this strange world to figure all of this on my own. And you won’t even take that away.”

“I don’t want to,” He whispers, looking at her lips for a moment. His hand around her wrist, gently thumbs across her soft skin on the back of her hand. His eyes appear wet. “I don’t want you to forget just yet, I cannot decide if it would be better for you to be mindless of what has happened between us or for you to feel this pain.”

“Why do you want me by your side in the waking world? I don’t understand that. I do not possess these powers the fates say that I have.”

“We work well together, we did work well together and I can at least give you the relief of knowing your family is alive.”

“Can’t you just take the feelings I have for you away?” She asks, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. “How is that a century has passed and I still feel some type of way, it is faint, but still here.”

“It’s not that simple,” He says, releasing her. “It’s never that simple. Such as killing you, it was not that simple.”

“It would have been,” She says, pulling at her coat. “You know that. And for that you are cruel.”

Morpheus knows she is right, it would have been more simple if he hadn't meddled with her life and even introduced himself. If he had not kissed her so many times or bedded her so many times, exchanged smiles, banter, and even jokes with her so many times. It had been a game, no not a game. It was more.

“Be ready to leave tonight. We will be looking for Constantine.” He says and starts walking away.

“Would it have been any different if you hadn’t been taken, wouldn’t it have been worse? Who are you trying to fool Morpheus? Me? Yourself? I’m not a fool.”

He stops and slightly turns, then continues his walk down the hallway.

“Johana Constantine,” Y/N says to herself in front of a large mirror in her house. “Constantine, constan-teen, a definite interesting last name.”

Y/N adjusts the gray tweed suit vest over her white button up top and stares at the reflection. It was as if time was frozen. On her body was another usual mens suit she’d wear around town, hiding as much of her face with a scarf. She pulls a black cap over her hair.

“Handsome, “ She says, turning to the side, the reflection a wink. “Dashing and dapper.”

She grabs her coat and makes her way to the castle, it was evening in the dreaming. Dark and cold, the weather was so eerie here in the realm when Morpheus was caged.

She enters the throne room and is met with Lucienne and Morpheus having a conversation.

“Please take a raven, my lord.” Lucienne requests.

“I do not need a raven,” Morpheus says. “I do not want one since Jessamay.”

Morpheus turns his head slowly and purses his lips. Blank eyes gaze upon Y/N, scanning the suit, he quickly turns back to Lucienne.

“Not since jessamy.”

He walks away from Lucienne and heads towards the door, leaving the two in the great throne room. Lucienne follows after him, gesturing for the suited woman to follow.

“I will be sending a raven, look for its arrival, I know the dream king means well, but it is the waking world and he will need all the help he can get.”

“I won’t tell him.” Y/N assures.

“Y/N may I speak frankly with you?”

“Yes Lucienne.”

“This may come off as rude, but the intent is not that,” The librarian begins. “I know you are hurting and I know you want answers and closure, but Morpheus is under a tremendous amount of pressure right now.”

“I understand.” Y/N says quietly. “I have been selfish.”

“No not selfish, it’s just the timing. I do not mean to put your pain aside.”

“No I understand Lucienne.”

The two women walk out to meet the darkness of the night. Morpheus, whose was now dawning a coat with a shorter tail, was standing looking at the sky.

“Morpheus.” Y/N says flatly.

He turns his body slightly and holds out his hand. Y/N looks at it unsure about touching his skin. Unsure about what could happen. His flat face transitions into slight annoyance with parted lips as if he was about to say something. Y/N cautiously slides her hand into his and braces herself for what may happen.

The front door of the library opens as Y/N was running to back to change into a skirt. She turns around and rushes back to the front, she was such a forgetful woman. She scurries to the front desk. There in the library was the new assistant professor for the university, he was slowly strolling through the rows of books for check out. He glances at a display of scientific book showcasing different types of flower. He picks up a dying rose laying on the table and examines it. He puts it to his nose and breathes in, his eyes flicker up to see Y/N.

“Mister Morpheus,” Y/N greets with a nod. Her voice is oddly low. “Welcome in!”

“Mister?” The man struts up to the front desk.

“Mister Y/L/N,” Y/N says, looking down avoiding eye contact. “My father is a professor at the university.”

“Yes, Dr. Y/L/N,” he says smoothly. “A professor of social sciences.”

“Yes,” Y/N says, lifting her head excitedly. A mistake, she meets the soft eyes of the man before her. Handsome, very handsome he was. She has never seen him this close. Her face goes warm. His lips turn up in a subtle smile.

“I’ve seen you around, sitting in the back, scribbling away,” He says warmly. “You’re very quiet.”

“Mister Morpheus you have not been here long enough, I can guarantee it can be quite hard to get me to be quiet on occasion.”

“Then I look forward to knowing your thoughts in future discussions. I must be off now, I was only curious about this library I saw in passing.”

“It was nice to finally meet Mister Y/L/N.” Mister Morpheus extends a pale hand forward. “Let's have a chat sometime.”

“It was nice to meet you too, sir,” Y/N says, placing his hands in his. Morpheus gives it a firm shake. “And yes that would be nice.”

Morpheus and Y/N squeeze their eyes. They look at each other and even though Y/N wanted to remove her hand from his she does not. He squeezes it and brings her close to him. An arm wraps around her and then the two start floating. Y/N looks down and shakes slightly, the ground was gone, all there was beneath their feet was sand. Her hat falls off her head and releases her hair. It disappears in the whirling sand. Morpheus presses her to his chest, and wraps his other arm around her.

“If you fall…” He whispers in her ear.

A chill pricks across her skin and she swallows hard. His face was close to her, arms around her back. She looks away composing herself. The traveling becomes rough and she grabs onto him. Wrapping her arms around him. It was a terrifying and unstable, but a relieving feeling to be clutching his body. His arms wrap around her bringing her head to the crook of his neck, she rests there closing her eyes.

“I should have warned you about this travel,” He whispers and lets out a weak chuckle. “It can be quite rough, maybe a hand will not suffice. An embrace is better.”

Morpheus' eyes close and he wishes to cry, and wishes to talk to her about everything. About being caged about having this responsibility. If only they could be in the library jotting down notes or exploring the near by forest.

The two land on a walk way near a large church. It was sprinkling and cold enough for breath to cloud. Y/N cautiously releases Morpheus barely feeling stable enough to step away from him. Morpheus gently unclutches his grasp from around her back. Y/N tests a step, she trips and Morpheus steadies her.

“You’ll get used to it.”

“Will I?” She breathes resting her hands on her knees.

“As I said before you will not leave my side,” He orders. “I don’t want to have to punish you for it.”

“Dream king I bet you would love to punish me for it, just as you locked me away in the glass sphere.” Y/N responds standing back up. Morpheus couldn’t be cordial without going back to being stern. “Displayed for your eyes, and your eyes alone.”

“That should be a reminder of who I am,” he says and snatches the collar of her top. He pulls her close again, one more time. “Remember that I can torture you for eternity.”

“And I thought we were getting along, so you’re saying this isn’t torturous enough?”

Y/N punches Morpheus in the stomach. He feels like skin and bones against her knuckles. He falls backwards to the ground almost weak. A shock of fear zaps her through her body, but she takes a deep breath and endures. It was unexpected to see him fall so easily.

“Your threats hold no weight anymore dream king,” Y/N hisses. She looks at her reddening knuckles. “Just treat me like a student from now on. Don’t touch me, don’t order me around, we are in and out of here. I’m a colleague. A work partner if you will.”

He gets to his knees and she looks down at him feeling a flutter in her stomach. No one has physically harmed him in a while in this capacity. He gets to his feet and clenches his jaw, regretting his impulsive moves. Morpheus was angry, yet showing something in his eyes.

“Mister Morpheus it is,” Y/N says with a bow. “You know I hate violence, but you keep handling me in such an aggressive way. You’re a king for fucks sakes, act like one! Threatening to torture one of your subjects even if you do not follow through with it.”

“I remember you having a mouth and constantly speaking freely,” He says pulling at his coat.

“Something you were never disciplined for.”

“Sir, that is what I learned from men,” She smiles sweetly and curtsies. “Men speak freely all the time. It is my right to do so, free will and all.”

“Miss Y/L/N,” Morpheus matches her tone. His postures becomes straight and body language not so fluid. “We need to find my sand. Once we find the sand we can go visit your father and the library.”

Y/N becomes as still as a statue, her body turns cold a pain flares within her. Did her father find her body? Who did find it? Was he buried in the plot next to her mother? Her brother must have married for the Library to be still owned by the family.

“I did not mean for that to sound malicious.” He whispers.

“Let’s get this finished.” Y/N walks off on her own.

“I knew the sandman would be back!” A woman shouts in the distance. Y/N turns around to see an older woman with a cane. There beside her was brown haired woman and a smart white coat. The woman starts off laughing.

“Johanna Constantine.” Morpheus shouts.

“I told you he was back!” The woman shouts.

“The sandman?”

Later in the church A demon disguised as a man, bursts out of his skin. Y/N jumps with excitement, but feels the repulsion in her stomach. A tall large being stands before Morpheus. Johanna begins to read her chant louder and louder. The being catches fire and begs to not be sent back to hell.

“Constantine!” Morpheus shouts..

“This is impossible.” Y/N says astonishingly. She recalls the books in the library briefly. “But how?”

“Would you like to go to hell, pretty little girl?” The Demon struggles to ask.

“No.” Her eyes pop open wide as she takes a step back..

“Hmmmm.” The large demon stretches out his arm and before Morpheus could stop him, he grabs one of Y/N’s legs. She drops to the floor harshly, the demon drags her towards him. Constantine speeds up her words and the floor of the church opens up.

“Constantine! Stop, that is an order!”

Morpheus dives down and locks his arms around Y/N’s chest. Y/N kicks her kick attempting to free herself. The demon’s hand wraps around her ankle tighter, burning at her skin. She screams.

“It’s burning, how it is burning?”

“Let go!” Morpheus shouts watching the skin on Y/N ankle turn red. “Now!”

Finally the demon is sucked back to hell dragging the both of them until it completely disappears. The floor closes. Morpheus and Y/N drop to the ground. Morpheus’s arms remain tightly around her. He was slightly shaking and breathing in short shallow breaths. Y/N slowly turns her head to see his face pale. He looks exhausted. A single tear falls.

“Thank you.” Y/N breaths, just wanting to collapse into him. To bury her face in the crook of his neck and breath him in.

“I do not know what would have happened if you were taken there,” Morpheus says flatly, but softly. “I may not have been able to retrieve you.”

“We should go, she’s leaving.”

Morpheus closes his eyes and releases Y/N. The two stand up and start off towards her.

Constantine’s space was filled with all types of things. A very curious Y/N instantly snatches up a bone from a shelf, then grabs a book and opens its pages. She flips to the copyright dates.

“1989?” She says surprisingly. Her eyes shoot over to the title page. “Quantum mechanics. What is Quantum mechanics? Do you think she would be angry if I take this?”

“Stop touching things, you have enough objects as is in your home.”

Y/N places the book back and squats down to look at the other titles. She skims them and quickly stands up to move her exploring to the other parts of the room. Drawings lined the table tops along with carvings of wood. Daggers and bottles of powders. There in the corner were large crosses piled up.

“Isn’t that sacrilegious?” Y/N asks walking to it.

Constantine wakes up and Morpheus gets straight to the point.

“Where is my sand?” He asks.

“You have so many neat things, can I barrow this book?”

“Sure?” Johanna says, cocking her head in confusion.

Morpheus pulls the book out of Y/N’s hand and places it back on top of the shelf.

“I need my sand,” Morpheus says. “You were the last person with it.”

“Let me look around my office.”

Morpheus and Y/N follow behind the woman. Y/N was excited to see what hides in there. Her eyes open wide and a big smile curves upwards, almost eerily evil. Without asking, she begins to dig around in the piles and boxes of things.

“What is all of this?” Y/N asks out loud.

“Why do humans enjoy having so many things?” Morpheus asks.

“They do come in handy sometimes.”

“Oh yes I agree!” Y/N picks up a bottle of liquid.

“Don’t touch that!” Johanna shouts. “It can be dangerous!”

“I’m really sorry, I cannot help but to observe everything. I want to know what it’s like here!”

“And exactly who are you? Can’t be his ex girlfriend, I’m sure the old stiff wouldn’t be able to keep you entertained.”

“I’m Y/N the king of dreams’…me his ex girlfriend?” Y/N bursts out laughing looking at Morpheus.

“My assistant.” Morpheus introduces

“You’re right he is stiff, a bit of a bore these days too. Controlling even.”

Morpheus snatches Y/N’s wrist and gently pulls her to his side. He pulls out a photo of Johanna with a woman smiling.

“Ah yes, I think I know where your sand is.”

#morpheus x reader #morpheus x y/n #sandman x reader

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

To be in the favor of Gods... PART 3.

AN: I got back into Vikings. AAAABSOLUTELY obsessed w the Ragnarssons ofc... who isn't?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: PLEASE SCROLL AWAY! THIS IS NOT FOR YOUR EYES.

Part 2 here.

6 months later...

The future of Bjorn and Ubbe you saw haunted you in your dreams. More frequently since it was now spring and you had to get ready for another raid. You woke up drenched in sweat again. The Ragnarssons plagueing your thoughts. You got ready, and headed out to the shore.

-So dear sister, will the raid be succesful? - asked Halfdan with a smirk.

-The gods have not shown me yet, let us get to Kattegat first, then we'll see brother. - you said as you climbed into the ship.

Harald shoot a knowing look at Halfdan.

-She's distracted. Has she told you what he saw in those rats futures?

-She didn't tell anyone. It must have something to do with her, for she asked us not to take her to the raids. -said Halfdan.

Harald just nodded and climbed in after you, gathering you in front of him as he used to when you were small.

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In Kattegat...

The whole village came to greet more you than your brothers. Then at the end of the dock stood Ubbe and Bjorn on the sides of Ragnar. All smiling at you as Ragnar cupped your face to kiss your forehead.

-I am glad you recovered (Y/n), we have all been worried. - he said, leaning closer to your ear whispering - especally these two.

-Only a few scars left, nothing i couldn't cope with King Ragnar. - you smiled at him before searching for Lagertha,

After the neccessary meetings, the feast was now in full motion. You were sitting and talking with Lagertha.

-I saw how bad your mood is. What is troubling you (Y/n)? - she asked as you looked at her with slight worry. - Don't worry, i wont tell the men... or anyone for that matter.. - she smiled.

-The futures of two men haunt me since last year.

-What do you mean haunt you? Will they die?

-No.. they are fated to ... cross paths with me..

-That they already di.... - you shoot her a look, so she knew especially wat path you meant.

-And why are you afraid of that? - she asked.

-We do not know what will happen if i lay with any man. It would be utterly selfish to only think about myself when my gift can help our people. The gods did not show me when this would happen, but i saw clearly. Bodies entangled, words of protection and love even, a faceless bride with bloodsoaked wedding dress... I fear this wasn't just their future, but also my demise. - you told her before standing up, and leaving the hall. She was looking after you with worry, before Rollo sat down beside her.

-Did she tell you then?

-Tell me what Rollo? -she asked before standing up herself to join Ragnar and Aslaug at their thrones.

Aslaug was looking at your brothers after you left the hall.

-I don't trust them Ragnar. The girl won't tell the future of your sons that she saw, Harald is measuring the place with his eyes as if he'd prepare to own it. You should not raid with them..

-You and i both know my dear that we need them. That doesn't mean we don't have to be weary of them. I promise i'll take care of our sons.

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Another restless night, another early morning on the shore. You decided to go for a swim, maybe that will help. You carefully undid your robe, and started to gracefully walk into the water. What you did not see was that Ivar saw you, he saw the huge scar in the shape of a cross all across your back. They burned a huge cross into you as punishment. Yet you pulled through, you were ready to sacrifice yourself for your people. And now their mark is there for all eternity.

He crawled back to the hall, smirking. When you entered later than everybody to have breakfast, he motioned with his hand and three men jumped at you. Two held your hands, one held an axe to your throat.

-What is the meaning of this? - asked Harald standing up, hand on his sword.

-Yes Ivar, what is the meaning of this? - asked Ragnar looking at his youngest with worry. He loved you as if you were his own daughter.

-You see father, i don't think she is of use to us anymore.. The gods don't talk to her anymore.

-Why do you say that? - asked Aslaug.

-Nobody saw your back, did they? - he asked you. Tears gathered in your eyes as you shook your head.

-Her scarred back doesn't have anything to do with the gods, she was ready to sacrifice herself for us Ivar.. - said Bjorn angrily.

-Show them.. - Ivar said with a smirk on his face. The men let go of you as you turned your back to them, undid your dress, and let it fall to your feet. Some hissed, some woman started to cry at the sight. You just stood there head hung low, crying.

Ubbe looked at his brother with anger, before striding towards you to put his coat around you, leading you out.

-If anything the gods plague her even more since then.. But i suppose you don't need any more of our help for your raids then. - said Halfdan before leaving.

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After you dressed you ran up the mountains. Ubbe hot on your heels.

-Why do you refuse to even look at me (Y/n)? What did i do?

-YOu wouldn't understand that Ubbe. None of you would.

-Then show me, i want to understand... - he said, hugging you close.

You took his axe, gently cutting your palm, gathering some blood and smear it across his lips before he licked your palm. Then you saw the blues of his eyes swirl as he looked into yours, seeing exactly what you saw.

-Would this be so bad?

-I told you you wouldn't understand.. If i were to ... to lay with you i would lose all my gifts, i would be worthless. None of you would want me anymore. - you said before running into the forest. He did not ran after you.

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After another battle won against Mercia, you were sitting with Lagertha, Ubbe and Bjorn watching you from afar.

Harald and Ragnar walked up to them, laughing.

-Why so sorrowful boys? The dame doesn't give you the time of day? - asked Harald laughing.

-We want to marry her father. - said Bjorn to Ragnar.

-But she can't have sex for she'd lose her gifts.. - said Harald.

-And what if they doesn't have sex with her? - asked Ragnar loving the opportunity to have you in his family.

-I know my sister. If they would marry her, and she'd somehow agree, she wouldn't share you with another... she'd rather slit your throats herself..and don't tell me two of the most infamously insaitable sons of Ragnar would be up for celibacy for one scarred woman.. - he said before walking away.

-Don't give up my boys, your mother still has her gifts and how many times did we have sex?!...

#ubbe x reader #ubbe x you #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe #bjorn x reader #bjorn x you #bjorn ironside #bjorn ragnarsson #vikings #fanfic

[the-paris-of-people]

not to be mean but kinda cuz why are d4xtons so delusional? and i love paxton but devi and paxton would never be the type to wait for each other or keep up with a distance relationship. paxton wasn’t willing to do that on s2 (ben was btw). they are not even close enough friends to keep up with one another in the same place. with ben that’s believable cuz they have a foundation that has never been shown w paxton. ben and devi can be close friends while in other relationships. ben and devi only talk when they are together because outside of that there’s not common ground. devi not knowing paxton was going to work at school as a coach just meant they didn’t communicate at all the whole summer break. she wouldn’t care abt paxton if he wasn’t back in school. he is meant to be just her high school dream and i think this will be touched upon on season 4.

and now they’re saying ben and devi being all about sex now but that’s been d4xton’s whole foundation since the show started? devi went after paxton because he was hot and wanted to have sex w him. it remained the same until season 2. on season 3 devi realized she wasn’t ready. and wouldn’t be fair for both devi and paxton to be with people that are in the same life stages as them? growing up with them?

the way some dxtons are acting because devi didn’t own her first time to paxton so idk why they are self inserting on devi. she was not comfortable having sex w paxton but did when ben. that’s her choice.

paxton is great just not w devi.

okay I really like this ask and there's a lot to talk about here.

1.) I totally agree Paxton and Devi are not close at all- they didn't even talk AT ALL (or barely at all) after they broke up TWO YEARS AGO when they dated for TWO MONTHS. In an actual high school timeline, they would never speak to each other again. If Paxton didn't work at her school, they never would've spoken, and you're totally right, they weren't even close enough for Devi to know he was working at Sherman Oaks! Also... can we just comment on the fact that the writers MADE Paxton drop out of college (I am like 90% sure) and act as a swimming coach at his former high school just to revive Devi and Paxton's relationship? Like, I'm sorry, but that is so extreme and a testament to how distant they are. Meanwhile, Ben and Devi just naturally wind up speaking to each other again because they gravitate towards each other and share common interests (extracurricular activities, classes, etc.) I feel like also aside from the short period of time they didn't speak after the cheating, they've always been in each other's lives. Daxton doesn't have that history.

2.) I haven't heard them saying that Ben and Devi are all about sex, but that's genuinely so weird. The reason the sex is such a big deal and why Ben getting with Margo after sleeping with Devi is so hurtful is because it was such a personal decision for Devi and she only did it with Ben because she's emotionally connected to him and felt comfortable enough to do it. I don't necessarily agree the Daxton relationship was all about sex for Devi, although it started off that way, I think it's more about Devi's pressure to conform to societal coming of age standards and the idealized lifestyle of an (American, because let's be real that's a huge part of it) teenager, while Paxton sees Devi as a representation of the person he wants to be (bolder, smarter, more exciting).

3.) I totally agree and I love that you said it's not fair to EITHER of them. Honestly the main reason I am annoyed with Daxton is not only because it's a huge character regression moment for Devi, but also for Paxton! Like he really was doing so well with his life and moving on... only to go backwards which is maybe what going back to his high school to assistant coach represents I am not sure.

4.) YES this is my main complaints about Daxton, it seems so much more focused on Paxton then how they are as a couple. The self-insertion is too real, it drives me crazy. If any of these people were anything like Devi, they would never date a Paxton.

#never have i ever #benvi #ask #answered #anon

[chibipandaao3]

Between Us episode 10 thoughts

Loved that Win answered Team’s phone, that Team’s mom knew who he was, AND that Team’s parents 100% clocked their feelings for each other. I think it’s interesting because Team parents seem both very aware of Team and also very oblivious to him. All of which is likely directly related to the trauma of Ton’s death. Things connected to that event are blind spots - leaving Team with a very odd family. He’s supported but there are huge gaping holes that he has to navigate alone in the dark.

Not surprised one of them got sick - cliché though it is - for the record BEING IN THE RAIN DOES NOT GET YOU SICK. However, given their emotional states and the exposure their immune systems would have tanked a bit - so Win (who was already sick let me be clear - it’s a virus not rain) became symptomatic quick. It was cute to see Team caring.

I want more Pharm Team friendship!! I need it…I know there’s probably a lot in UWMA but I’m so meh on that show I skipped through the first 8 episodes and gave up….yes….I know….don’t say it. Maybe I’ll just have to write my own fics about them.

Dean, Dean, oh sweet Dean - you tried….I know you tried to help but putting people on the spot was just not the right way to go about it…

A? C? I don’t know whichever one you are, you are a good friend 😂 trying to make sure Team isn’t drunk - your hands are currently full however.

At least we know it will actually be resolved next episode. I get the frustration, but the whole thing feels super authentic. Team is a kid who has a past of trauma and incomplete parenting - based on his convos with Pharm, he hasn’t been in love before and Win was probably his first sexual encounter - then he over hears the swim trio basically say “don’t play with Team” and while there’s more to that convo he heard, Team insecurities have him stuck in the “toy” “play” and “fun” bits. And of course Win has shown Team how much he loves him - but Team is stuck on “Win’s nice and his actions often get misinterpreted for more than friendship” and Win hasn’t directly refuted that.

And Win is very similar. Things aren’t often his - does he understand his silence is causing problems? Yes - FINALLY. But he’s silence was also from a place of desperation and a desire to hold onto Team. We know Win’s never been in love before, he doesn’t really grasp how to go about it.

Lastly - Tul… lol well that’s one way of having the secret revealed - next episode - Waan, if nothing else, is lucky you knew who he was because Wiew is probably at school, Win’s likely off with Team somewhere, Mom is mostly MIA, and I don’t think Dad would check until Waan misses work. Though so help me….you call Win or an ambulance you do NOT drive there to help him……..I do not care if it’s a drama that would be stupid af

#between us #between us the series #winteam #uwma team #teamwin #bounprem #hemp rope #between us thoughts

[iboatedhere]

“You are not failing him.”

“We’ve gone to the science center, the botanical garden, we’ve played mini golf, and visited the library. I’ve taken swimming and to the aquarium. I even took him to the firehouse and my dad took him out on a call. They rescued baby ducks from a storm drain.”

Grace hums. “Judd showed me the photos.”

“Jonah acted like he wasn’t impressed.”

“Maybe he’s not a fan of birds.”

“Baby ducks, Grace,” TK says. “Baby ducks.”

“Okay, you’re right, baby ducks are a universally beloved thing.” She watches Jonah and Charlie work their way across the monkey bars. “Kids need to spend time with kids their own age. I’m sure Charlie would get sick of me, too.”

“So you agree,” TK says, “Jonah is sick of me.”

Grace rolls her eyes and pushes his face away with her hand while TK grins around the straw. 

“I’m saying that anytime he wants to hang with Charlie, I am good with it.”

“I appreciate that,” TK says, “but she goes to daycare.”

“You can watch her, save me and Judd some money,” Grace jokes and TK shakes his head. 

“Nothing against her, but I don’t think so. I don’t think I can handle disappointing two kids.”

“First, you are not a disappointment, and second, I can ask and see if there’s room in Charlie’s daycare for one more.��

“I appreciate that, too, but the point of Jonah staying with me this summer is that he’s with me.”

“Yes, but he doesn’t need to be with you twenty four-seven. Children and parents need breaks from each other, sometimes. Especially at this age.”

“I hope that goes for brothers too, because obviously I am not ready to be a parent.”

Grace pats his shoulder and TK looks out over the park. People are jogging or walking their dogs. A few fields over, a group of high school age kids have begun a disorganized game of baseball. 

Grace hums as she watches them. “Has Jonah ever shown an interest in baseball?”

“I’ve taken him to a few Yankee games when I’ve visited,” TK says with a shrug. “I guess he liked it, but I really think he was more interested in the nachos and cotton candy.”

“That’s valid,” Grace says with a laugh. 

“I could take him to a game in Round Rock. If he likes that we can go into Houston.”

“Actually,” Grace says, digging through her bag. “I was thinking something like this.”

She pulls a flyer out of the bag and TK unfolds it. 

Austin Intramural Little League Registration. 

“Little league?” TK asks, “I don’t know, that seems a little….intense.”

“Don’t let the name fool you,” Grace says, “it’s very relaxed and laid back. It’s more about teaching kids the basics. Half the time the lessons dissolve and it’s just a dozen six and seven year olds running around a baseball diamond or sitting in the outfield looking for four leaf clovers or dandelions.”

TK laughs. “That sounds like fun.”

“It is,” Grace tells him. “We signed Charlie up a few weeks ago, and while Judd thinks she’s the future starting pitcher of the Astros, I’m just happy she’s out in the fresh air, getting some exercise. It tires her right out. But who knows, maybe this is Jonah’s calling.” She nudges TK with her elbow. “From what I’ve heard you’re no slouch on the field.”

“I’m all right,” TK admits, and Grace grins. 

“Well if anyone can draw some talent out of him it’s Carlos. He’s the coach,” Grace explains. “He used to play for the Astros, actually. He was a rookie when they won the World Series. He was poised to be a real star, but he hurt his shoulder a few years ago. Now he works in the athletic department at UT. He gets some of the college players to help out with practice. He’s real patient and kind…the kids love him. So do the mothers.”

TK frowns. “What does that mean?”

“It means he is very, very handsome. There’s a reason the dads drop their kids off and the mothers stay, and isn’t to keep an eye on their children.”

“And what about you?” TK asks, “are you staying for Charlie or for the eye candy?”

“A little bit of both,” Grace admits with a laugh. “Seriously, though, he’s great with the kids. I really think Jonah will enjoy himself.”

“I’ll ask Jonah,” TK says. “I feel like I’m going to have a hard time convincing him, though.”

“Let him know that it’s no pressure, he can come and check it out. He doesn’t even have to play. If he decides that he hates it, make it up to him by taking him out for ice cream.”

“A full proof plan,” TK says, and Grace smiles. 

“We’ll turn this summer around, don’t worry.”

#911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #wip wed

[blue-rick24]

Hey!! (I'm just about finished now, don't worry! XD) This is the third post in a series of posts [start here] in which I reveal to you new clips from Rick and Morty Season 7 that you probably haven't seen!

TLDR: I have some new ad edits from Adult Swim containing Rick and Morty Season 7 clips that are practically unavailable anywhere else online! (For your viewing enjoyment, follow the links at the bottom)

....this one is actually lame though LOL

NOTE: If anyone wants to use take clips from these recordings I made, make gifs, take screenshots, or make memes, & etc., be my guest! I'd love it if you tagged me in any posts you make from these, if I happened to help anyone out!

ADVERT#2(again) & ADVERT#3:

DISCLAIMER: yes, this last video has two ads in one. And the first is a repeat from video #2. They happened to air back to back with each other XD so I just recorded both. The first ad shown in this video is the exact same one my second video, but theres a chance that it may have better quality because I practiced on how not to shake the camera a bit more by then XXDD For the especially fervid of you who care about the quality of any screenshots you may take from these, it's a good idea to check the quality from both identical advert recordings The second ad in this video is all new, though. Skip to 30 seconds in for the new ad. Enjoy!

THINGS TO NOTE ABT VID#3. . .

THE FIRST HALF OF THIS VIDEO IS THE SAME ADVERT SHOWN IN MY PREVIOUS POST [link]. The details & transcript on this advert are cited there.

TIMESTAMP: -0:25 seconds left | SCENE: The blade scene from the original trailer on YT the official Season 7 trailer posted by Adult Swim on YouTube [here], but for some reason its fucking flipped. Why did they do that? Why XD | DIALOUGE: None

TIMESTAMP: -0:18 seconds left | SCENE: New clip of Morty with the Mafia group, holding a table tennis paddle and waving an empty milkshake glass. He stands beside a concerned alien woman playing table tennis with him and speaks to an imposing, yet also concerned, mafia alien man. | DIALOUGE: "M-My Milkshake is empty!" - Morty

Sponsored at the end there for some reason. Yeah, this one wasn't that interesting, but I supposed I'd show you another alternate advert edit anyhow XD

ⅼ | Ⅱ | Ⅲ (you're here)

#rick and morty season 7 #rick and morty #rick and morty trailer #rick and morty commercial #my post #video #transcript #video discription #audio description #sound on #volume on #rick sanchez #morty smith #rick prime #milkshake #jerry smith #gun #weapon #laser canon #blade #flipped 180 #blade movie #horizontal flip

[writingforatwistedworld]

I reread the "competing to be the favorite" for Malleus and Leona and had a flash of genius.

What if when the player is transported to their world they try extra hard to make them get along platonically. And hear me out, this is the best part, when it doesn't work the player has an "oh, OOOOH" moment and now they don't just want them to be friend they are convinced that Malleus and Leona are meant to be and that this an "ennemy to lover" scenario and player is now a hardcore Malleo shipper that try to recreate every cliche romantic trope to make the two kiss kiss fall in love XD

XD Let's see...

Little note: I have nothing against same gender relationships. Heck, I am bi myself. Ship them for all I care. The shown reactions are simply because the two of them would rather rip each other's hair out than sit in the same room for five minutes.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, marriage, unhealthy relationship, unwanted relationship

Malleus/Leona-Playing Cupid

W-wait!

You couldn't possibly be for real...

Oh by your grace, you are!

Malleus is shocked

The last person he wants as his partner is now being deemed as one for him

But he can't go against your wishes...

But you probably know what you are doing

Now he can see it as well!

Malleus sees this as some sort of divine guidance

How wise you are!

Creating such a bind between two kingdoms is meant to bring many eras of peace

How could he be unhappy about such a great thing?!

He is very annoyed Leana and he aren't the best of friends just so you know...

But your wishes are his command

Now stop running you overgrown lion baby and get in that formal wear!

Oh no

You can't make him do that

Leona is more than aware of what you want to do

He hates that spoiled pimp more than anything so that is a impossible task

Yes, you might have been a great inspiration for his country but he isn't exactly respecting that either

The second he sees a single strand of hair of that fae he is suddenly showing off his speed

Flying broom, running at high speed, swimming through lakes, ... you name it

Leona is very creeped out by how devoted Malleus is to you

He would willingly enter marriage as long as you want it?!

Leona would rather like it's you liked him...

The lion wouldn't mind then that he isn't king

Nu uh! The offer of becoming a ruler beside Malleus makes him want to puke

You can imagine how much he trashed around when a annoyed Sebek was carrying him around tied up

There seems to be no escape...

Welp... I hope they won't kill each other on their honeymoon (they will)

#twst #tw: yandere #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: marriage