#but yeah. i think I'm gonna enjoy being outside for work and making a living wage.

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So close to being finished with my post office training! I just have to do my driver's test next Thursday and I'm officially an assistant rural carrier! Which is step one in becoming a full time employee and receiving those sweet, sweet government job bennies. But also, it's a lot of sorting and shit, and tism go brrrrrrrr with that.

[xfancyuu]

~ now i draw a luxury nxde. [aemond targaryen] 18+ SMUT

because it's the beginning of spring i wanted to post for that so in universe it is also warm and flowers are blooming! reader is afab with she/her pronouns & my requests are open! this could be read as though it's in the same universe as my other bolton!reader works, though she's married to aemond and is referred to as lady targaryen. there are no appearance indicators in this fic, this is kinda canon divergence. also i didn't bold the dialogue for this one and i actually think i'm gonna go and reformat my other fics to match! this fic is also known as frolicking and fucking so yeah that's what you're in for. smut will be indicated with a different coloured line break if you do not wish to read it. [1,757 words]

this fic contains: wall sex, public sex, dressed sex, choking, spitting, voyeurism, name-calling, corruption kink, attempted dirty talk? y'all are just newly married and experimenting tbh, y'all degrade each other, slight orgasm denial, cumming inside. if i missed any please lmk!

You had never imagined life as a married woman to be so blissful. You had heard from the ladies in court that they simply did their marital duty and did not enjoy spending time with their husbands. They had told you that the bliss would wear off within the year once you had children, and they would steal your beauty.

You had all but rolled your eyes at their commentary. They were rude and bitter, seeking your own mood to be as equally unhappy as their own. They nitpicked at everything you did, from reading too much to what you ate and how you conducted yourself. Loneliness truly was more appealing than spending ceaseless amounts of time with women who were your mother's age and almost as bitter. Being surrounded with unmarried women was improper, they had told you — not that you paid them mind, as your ladies in waiting were all unmarried and far better company.

You found yourself in the gardens with your ladies-in-waiting more often than not, the weather was pleasant, and you'd much rather be outside than wallow inside without much joy. Flowers had brought you much more joy than you had anticipated, they livened your mood from the dreaded time spent with the married ladies in court. They wouldn't be seen outside without reason, whereas you did not care much for the opinions and thoughts of others in court, despite being a Princess.

The book within your lap had become much more interesting than whatever your ladies were gossiping about, you hadn't cared much for the people they were talking about, but the adventure of Lady Sunderland and her times in the Reach were too addictive to put down. Your ladies' had tried to gain your attention one too many times, but you were too engrossed in the book to care for the outside world.

The book was abruptly taken from your hands, making you both lose the page you were ready and had caused your brain to be hazy. You were both mad and irritated by the actions of someone clearly trying to ruin your day. "Do you mind?" You had asked, not expecting to see your husband as you looked up.

"Is it a crime for me to want to spend time with my wife?" Aemond had asked you, extending his hand as if expecting you to take it despite disturbing your peace.

"It's a crime when you snatch my book off of me and expect me to be happy about it." You retorted, deciding it was probably better to go along with him, and took his help to get off the grass. "Lucky for you, I like you enough not to lock you up."

"Oh how merciful." Aemond responded, not removing your hand from his grasp, "the flowers are blooming, you should be looking at the world instead of living in your books."

"I'll have you know I can do both equally," You retorted, leading Aemond away from the prying eyes and sharp ears of your ladies, "Now you're here you might as well keep me company if you won't let me read, perhaps a walk around the garden would do us both some good."

"I have a better idea than touring the gardens," Aemond had pulled you into a secluded pathway leading away from the hustle and bustle of everybody else.

"Your ideas always end up with us in trouble." You weren't entirely wrong, the disapproving look of Queen Alicent would be forever engrained in your brain.

"They may be troublesome, but you always have fun." You couldn't disagree, instead you simply followed Aemond to whichever location he wanted to show you.

Aemond had abruptly left you in the morning, leaving you needy and begging for him to finish the job he'd started yet he had left you without a thought for your own well-being. You could somewhat blame your crankiness and willingness to do such a deviant act in public with the possibility of anybody seeing and reporting such acts to the Queen.

The thought that you shouldn't be doing this had crossed your mind — the words would not leave your mouth though, you had wanted to do this, neediness had seeped in, with your skirts and underclothes raised above your waist, your modesty was damned and so were you.

The carnal need and desire you felt within yourself had put all your thoughts out the window, if you were in your usual mind frame you would have told Aemond no, that it was improper but words would not form in your throat. Instead, you kissed him back with almost as much longing.

The insatiability you had felt was consuming you, yet it felt more so annoying, Aemond hadn't truly done anything to you to make you feel this way, little touches and long stares did not warrant you feeling so flustered by the man so much you'd let him take you any which way he wanted.

You were expecting the current position you were in — being in public had never been a boundary you crossed with each other, yet he had so little patience when it had come to you, not even checking if the garden was secluded enough not to have prying eyes follow you, "Who knew my lady wife could be such a whore?" Aemond had whispered in your ear, though you could not form words of your own, "Wanting me to take her right now with not a care in the world who witnesses it."

"I think you can only get your cock up with the thought of an audience, you leave me so frustrated when we're alone in our chamber."

"You may come to regret that, wife." Aemond had always had to get the last word, "Your tongue may be sharp, but I will fuck you until you can't form another sentence." He'd begun unlacing his trousers, and you truly knew you were in for it — whatever it entailed, you weren't sure.

"You keep saying what you're going to do, but you haven't even stuck it in yet, tell me husband, are you struggling? Do you need me to help you stick it in? Can you not find the hole?" You couldn't finish your light-hearted taunting Aemond had entered you with little care, it was sloppy and lustful as though he felt as much need as you did.

You couldn't stay quiet, not with how intoxicating Aemond had felt inside, thrusting himself as far as he could inside of you, the slow pace was comfortable but irritating, you wanted it fast and hard, you wanted Aemond to show you the side of himself he hid away, the side which would make you blush if you so much as thought about it.

You were so used to being in control, Aemond had ensured you always felt comfortable and could stop at any moment but seeing him so dominant had made you tingle, then gasp as you felt a hand around your throat. "You've got to be quiet, you don't want the world to hear you, do you? Don't want the world to hear what a whore you become for cock."

The sight of your ladies seeing you in such a position had the opposite effect than what you thought it would, the idea of corrupting them as much as you had been corrupted had you clenching around Aemond's cock.

"Not so fast, princess," Aemond spoke, his pace slowing and causing the momentum and build-up to your own orgasm to be depleted. "Good girls get to cum, you've not been a good girl, have you?"

You couldn't respond, the hand wrapped around your throat had become tighter, "Going to cum inside you, princess, have you got a problem with that?" You had tried to shake your head, but with the grip Aemond had on your throat, your head hadn't moved an inch.

Aemond had increased his speed, and you knew he was close to his own peak despite ruining your own, the pettiness within you had decided if you didn't get your release neither was Aemond. As if sensing your plans, Aemond thrust into you harder, keeping you in place as though you were a doll he could do what he pleased. "You're going to take my seed, and you're going to thank me for it."

Your orgasm was too sudden for you to realise what was happening, from the words Aemond spoke to the way he was fucking you, it was far too much to process and your body reacted entirely by itself. You knew disobeying Aemond would have consequences but in the depth of your own pleasure and Aemond continuing to fuck you, you didn't care. You'd take any punishment to feel a moment of the pleasure you were currently feeling.

"Naughty girl." Aemond whispered in your ear as you came down from your high, "I thought you'd finally be a good girl, though I suppose I set my standards too high for you. Open your mouth."

You did as he commanded, not wanting to make him more upset with you. However, you weren't prepared for him to spit in your mouth — or to like it as much as you did. "You belong to me and you do as I say."

It hadn't taken long for Aemond to spill his seed within you, his grip on your throat loosening and his teeth biting into your skin. It wasn't often you had allowed him to cum inside you — the prospect of what would follow being in the forefront of your mind. "I'm yours." You reassured Aemond as he came down from his climax.

"Are you okay there?" You had asked, not used to such an intense reaction from Aemond, "I really enjoyed myself." You reassured him, you were so close and the euphoria of the situation had you cradling Aemond within your arms.

"It was just a bit... much, I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked, pulling out of you. At that moment, you knew you'd need to bathe. The feeling of his seed coming out of you had you almost recoiling.

"Trust me, you'd know if you were hurting me." You didn't want to approach the subject of being witnessed in such an act. "Your mother may be expecting more grandchildren soon."

"Moontea exists, my dear." You hadn't been married a year yet, it wasn't entirely suspicious that you had not shown signs of being pregnant. "And for what it's worth, I enjoy our time just being the two of us."

as always, thank you for reading this! i really appreciate it. i really enjoy writing for aemond so if y'all have any requests send them my way. my next hotd fic will be for helaena so if that interests you just message me! crossposted on ao3 under the name hedonism!

[star-suh]

Don't Tell My Husband (Bottom Version)

Jeong Jaehyun x Male Reader

cw: cheating but its not cheating, breeding, impregnation kink, unprotected sex, spanking, implied age gap but it's not that much, slight degradation and cum.

an: it's the same story i just adapted it to a bottom male reader.

og top m! reader

Part II

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y/n was sitting outside his house watching how jaehyun said goodbye to his husband johnny, and after that you and him both made eye contact and you winked at him. it's not a secret that the couple are very handsome but there was something about jaehyun, that big bulge, that makes you want to just choke in his thick fuckmeat and heavy balls, it doesn't matter if he's married as long as his husband doesn't know it won't hurt no one, right?

and now it's the perfect time, y/n has been planning to shoot his shot for a while, he knows johnny works all day so he has enough time to fulfill his fantasy. y/n walks towards jaehyun's house and rings the bell, "oh hello neighbor" greets jaehyun, wet with a towel wrapped around his waist, "hello mr. jeong, how are you?" replied y/n surprised and excited about the majestic view, "i'm good, what about you y/n?", "i'm good too Mr. jeong, can i come in?".

"yeah, sure you just caught me getting ready to go to my work" both males walked towards the living room while y/n imagine getting fucked by jaehyun "you have a beautiful body mr. jeong, i can see why mr. suh married you… god those abs are driving me insane" y/n whispered that last part. "what did you just say y/n?" said jaehyun walking closer to y/n while licking his lips until they were just inches apart, he then leans towards y/n's ear and whispered "i heard that last part you bitch, and i see how your eyes always are staring at my crotch… if you want this cock that bad why didn'tyou just said it?" and then licked his ear. "what about your husband mr. jeong?" said y/n flustered "oh? now you care about what he thinks, we can invite him if you want to" he laughed.

jaehyun grabbed y/n's hand and put it on his bulge "don't you want to feel a manly thick cock inside your slutty ass huh?" seeing no answer for y/n, jaehyun just unzipped his pants letting his cock free, he grabbed it and smeared the pre-cum on his fingers and then on y/n's lips "just say yes y/n, it would be our secret" y/n started moaning while jaehyun kissed his neck, shoulders and collarbones and finally his lips, little by little y/n started to let himself go and give in into the pleasure…

y/n fell to his knees and started sucking jaehyun's cock "yeah just like that little whore be a good boy for me" y/n keep licking, spitting and sucking the older's cock as if it was a lollipop "do you like it mr. jaehyun, am I doing it good?". "yes you're doing it very good, you're being a very good cocksucker".

"can you fuck my ass now mr. jaehyun? i want your sperm deep inside me" said y/n while being on all fours on the couch spreading his ass cheeks "no need to prep me, i already opened it before riding a dildo thinking it was you". "fuck" groaned jaehyun "you're so dirty y/n, who would've thought". inch by inch jaehyun's cock slid smoothly inside y/n's pink hole "fuck, you're so tight… but aftwr I'm done with you that hole gonna be so loose that even two cocks would fit into it". "then do it and fuck me good, teach me how i have to be fucked" something snapped in jaehyun that he started to fuck y/n at an animalistic pace his balls clapping against y/n's ass while spanking it leaving it red, jaehyun put his hand on y/n's neck and bring him closer "now tell me who's fucking you good huh?". y/n wanting to rile jaehyun up decided to tease him "my dildo… it fucks me so good it can reach so much deeper than you" jaehyun grabbed his waist and started fucking him as fast as he can "shut up whore, how can you say that when a real meaty cock is opening your ass"... "it fucks me so good jaehyun do you think you can go deeper?" laughed y/n enjoying how harsh jaehyun was fucking him, red marks start to appear on y/n's waist due to the force jaehyun was using"I'm gonna pump your ass full of my cum, I'm gonna pump a baby inside you little bitch" jaehyun smirked. "then fucking do it and fill me up you bastard" moaned y/n......

4 hours had passed, 4 hours of y/n and jaehyun fucking around doing a house tour at that point, jaehyun's balls are dry now no cum left in them while y/n's ass is red and full of sperm. jaehyun use his fingers to fuck the cum inside of the younger's hole "don't waste any drop y/n, keep it all inside you". "i have to go to my home now, thank you for the amazing sex mr. jaehyun i would never forget it" said y/n, "me neither y/n" said jaehyun while kissing y/n's forehead "goodbye then see you later or tomorrow"...

it's night now, and johnny was in home watching a video that y/n sent to jaehyun of him fucking himself on a dildo using jaehyun's cum as lube "so you filled that punk's ass full of your cum?" asked johnny. y/n didn't knew it but the married couple has some sort of an open relationship, they could fuck whoever they want but just once a month. "yes love, and i think you should go and punish that brat for emptying your husband's balls, don't you think so johnny?", "and I would do it, don't worry about that" both kissed. meanwhile y/n was at home watching tv not knowing what was waiting for him.

[blueeb3rry]

Can you do cha eunwoo smut x female reader? (dom eunwoo, thigh riding, cute pet names)

thank u so much for ur request, this is my first time writing something in general and smut, also english isn't my first lenguage so i apologized in advanced for any grammatical error.

hope you enjoy this, I'm open to constructive criticism, opinions on how i could get better, and of course more request ❤️.

but anyways here for some eunwoo spicy content 😁.

summary: missing your boyfriend eunwoo so much that couldn't function with your horniness, he catches you on the act and gets mad for using your vibrator, he ignores u so use him his thigh to give you pleasure.

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it's been a while since you and eunwoo been together, it's late at night and you miss your bf, his touches, his kisses, the way he makes you feel. you thinking of touching yourself but you remembered didn't have you daddy eunwoo permission.

last time you talked he say he's gonna be home next weekend, and it's only Monday, you tried to get your mind distracted from all the dirty thoughts but its impossible, anything you do remind you of him, being in the kitchen and all of the times he bend you over to fuck you, the way he loves getting head in the living room while watching tv, or hot and steamy baths with him.

the day it's finally over but the urges to touch yourself didn't disappear, you get up of the bed and reach out for your old vibrator, you knew this is a bad idea and get it trouble if eunwoo discovered. reaching out to your pussy and it' already soak your panties, so it's no trouble to slide the vibrator in your cunt. it feels so good, your moans are loud.

meanwhile bf eunwoo has just arrived home feeling very excited to surprise you, hes careful to enter the house quietly but quickly get scared of the moaning noises that come from the bedroom.

you almost reaching climax but hear steps coming from outside and quickly get up bed and hide the vibrator, surprise it's eunwoo, you go to jump on his arms but he has this serious face,

"hi love what you doing" he asked "i was watching tv" you respond

" oh really and what r u watching that i hear moaning?" he ask while sitting on the bed

as soon as he sat he could fell the bed vibrating, and slowly turned his head to see you.

"where you playing with yourself?"

you couldn't lie to him, he's stare was so dominant, it was something that get you a little bit scared but also turned you on.

"i couldn't wait to the weekend everything i do it reminded me of you, i tried my best to hold my urges but i couldn't, I'm sorry" you said.

"awww my little princess was so horny that couldn't wait for my touching, come over here"

you stood between his legs, you loved the way he man spread, you could see he's big strong thighs. he was looking at you, analysing every movement, he started touching your thighs slowly, then ur ass squeezing so hard you let out a moan, with you shirt still on started giving soft kisses on your stomach, reaching for you breasts, your nipples were hard, he give them a little kiss and a bite and kiss you hard on the mouth.

"you're so hot but i have to work" he said and left to his office

you stood there shooked, couldn't believe what he just did and didn't give you nothing??

you go to his office and see him sitting in his chair very comfortable reading his papers like nothing happened.

"what was that?"you say to him increasing the tone in your voice

"excuse me" he said in a calm voice

"yeah, you just can't touch me like that and do nothing about it, you know how much i miss you and you just walk away"

"oh, I'm sorry i though you were satisfied with your little vibrator and you didn't needed me" he said sarcastically. you knew he was punishing you for using you vibrator

"i already say I'm sorry" you came close to him and sat on top of his lap, his hand on the back of his head and his gaze was low with a lil smirk on his face, you grabbed his shoulders and started kissing him coming to his ears and then his long neck, you could hear his heavy breathing but he didn't care to move or touch you. in fact he was still holding his work papers and showed more interested in those than you touch.

at this point you really didn't care and beg for his touch, you needed his hands on your body, his lips on your lips, his dick inside of you.

"my love can't you please touch me, i really need you hands on me, i want to feel you dick in my wet pussy, your lips on my neck, please"

he saw the look in you face "what? i think after all this time you really didn't miss me that much, i think you could make yourself satisfied without my touch" he said.

you were a horny mess, with your hand on his shoulders you started grinding his thigh really hard that his chair makes a really loud noise, he put his hand on your hips so you could move freely without falling.

"common my love, you know how much you needed me and my touch, use me, use my body to satisfied yourself.

"yes baby, you make me feel so good" all that you could hear was you moaning, the wet noise your pussy make while grinding the skin of your bf, and his heavy breathing.

after a few minutes you finally reached climax

"omg baby I'm gonna cum" you clench your tighs on his leg, boobs on his face and your hand pressing hard on his hair, you let go all of this extasis that has been on hold for a while.

"feel better know?" eunwoo asked with a smile on his face

"next time please give me a call so i can hurry up or facetime and we can figure something out "

"i know, and I'm sorry again, thank you for letting me use your tight"

"your welcome princess i do a better job that your stupid vibrator" you could feel his bulge on his shorts.

"now bend over so i can fuck you"

[bookshelf-dust]

kids show up, and i get no kisses.

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 1,254

warnings: swearing, suggestive comments, fluffy fluff

a/n: hi!! some billy for you. this is my way of romanticizing a holiday i’m not totally over the moon for, but this is how i wish it’d be. if you don’t celebrate it, you can skip this, or imagine eating a whole bunch of stuff you like, or ignore me as a whole. this is also me encouraging byler. i hope you enjoy it!! <33

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Billy's palm was warm where it rested on your bare thigh, callouses scratching back and forth from time to time. He'd made himself at home, his legs over yours, sticking where skin met skin. He had on those little green shorts despite the fact that it was freezing outside.

It was one of those days where neither of you had to work, and it was too cold for him to go outside. A day where he insisted on being on top of you the whole time, insisted on being all over you. Not that it bothered you. You did live together after all.

Billy was staring at the television, some rerun of something on. You thought he was paying attention, but his words told you he'd really been off thinking away.

"Are we supposed to, like, do Thanksgiving or somethin'?"

This would be your first major holiday living together, and honestly, you'd thought about it, but you weren't really sure. You certainly didn't want to go home, and that wasn't going to happen for Billy either.

You turned to look at him, light from the tv creating shadows on the slopes and plains of his face. He looked so pretty. "Do you wanna? Like eat together maybe?"

"Hm. Maybe?" Billy rubbed his nose. You reached over him to pull the chain on the lamp, room darkening from the now fully set sun. He set a hand on your back to steady you, but when you moved back he pulled you fully in his lap, setting your forearms on his shoulders.

"Did you celebrate it at home?" You questioned tentatively, swiping a thumb over his freckles and giggling lightly because of how much you liked them. He wouldn't even scold you for your fawning anymore.

"Mom cooked when I was a kid, but clearly that went to shit. Susan fucked something up on accident once and then Neil just made us go out to eat after that, or eat leftovers. I think we might've gone to like a grandparents or something when I was really young? I don't know."

"Why don't we figure something out, yeah? Pick stuff out. Maybe we could have Max over?"

Billy contemplated, dramatically taking your face in his hands. "Okay," he drawled.

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That's how you found yourself in the grocery store, list in hand as you searched through the potatoes for some that looked promising. You found some just as Billy returned with the peas he'd wanted.

Moving to another section, you looked through the pie crusts before glancing up to ask Billy for help. You caught him in the act of racing down the aisle, body hoisted up on the cart, leg pushing him off of the tile until he reached the end cap and spun around. Clearly he was bored.

He caught your gaze, tossing his head back and laughing because you'd seen him. But you didn't mind when he got like this. Any chance for him to release some of that childhood energy was good. Deserved.

"Need somethin' baby?" He put his hands on his hips, out of breath.

"You want pumpkin or apple pie?"

"Pumpkin."

"Good. Wasn't gonna make apple anyhow."

He grinned at you, fixing the collar on his jacket, brown leather worn in from years of wear. "What else do we need? I can get whatever you want."

He peered over your shoulder at the list, reading the things you hadn't marked off yet. "Milk, eggs, gravy. Come on sweet thing." Billy placed one hand on the cart, reaching the other out to take yours and place it on his belt so you could grab hold. "I'm on it."

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Billy was finishing deviled eggs when there was a knock at the door followed by, "I'm coming in! Please be decent!"

You laughed over the stove where you were finishing mashed potatoes. Max entered the kitchen along with Lucas and Will.

Billy wiped his hands off. "Hi boys. Hi shitbird." You turned in time to catch their hug—short, but kind, and followed by a yank of Max's pigtail.

Will made his way over to you. "Smells good." He hugged you sweetly and then snuck a roll. Lucas followed, and then Max.

"Are we having macaroni?" She asked, hopeful.

"Your brother made it." You looked over at the timer on the counter. "It's almost done." She laughed in triumph before offering her help, which you declined, telling the three of them to do whatever.

Billy cut up the turkey into thin slices, so that it was "fall-y apart-y" the way you liked, and then the five of you sat on the floor around the coffee table in the living room to eat, the Macy's parade on in the background.

Will sat to the left of you, Billy on your right. You took this as your gateway to breach the question, knowing he recognized your home as a safe space, even though everyone knew now. You turned to him and he looked up, watery doe eyes meeting yours. But apparently, Billy was wondering the same thing as you.

"How's Mike?" He asked, looking around you, beating you to the question.

Will blushed, but smiled nonetheless. "He's good. He's really good. Finished a campaign the other night."

"Yeah? That's good."

You all drifted into varying conversations throughout your meal, Billy and Lucas talking about basketball, while you, Max, and Will critiqued the varying dance groups in the parade or talked about what they were doing on fall break.

Eventually, Billy helped you clean up while the kids set up Monopoly on the table in place of the food.

Standing in front of the fridge, rearranging the Tupperware, Billy wrapped his arms around you, snuck his warm hands under your shirt to rub at the chub of your tummy. His nails grazed your sides, making you laugh.

You shut the fridge, turning around to face him. "Something you need, Mr. Hargrove?"

His smile reached his eyes, and you reached out for his freckles again. He leaned into your touch. "Just you. And I want pie."

"'Course you do. Anything else?"

"Kisses. Kids show up, and I get no kisses, even in my own damn house. Pretty please?" He batted his lashes at you. "I've been so good today."

"Today."

He scoffed. "Rude."

You took his face in your hands and kissed him anyhow, slow and sweet, eliciting a groan from him. You pulled away, but he muttered an "Uh, uh," instead.

This time he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, before slipping it into your mouth. You pulled away this time, making him pout. "B, in case you forgot, there are minors on the premises."

He kissed your forehead. "Yeah, yeah."

Speaking of, said minors joined the two of you in the kitchen and you doled out pie to each of them. Leaving you and Billy alone again, you watched as he spooned out cool whip on either of your slices. He rubbed your nose, ridding his index finger of the creamy substance he'd gotten on it.

He used it as an excuse to lick it off, swiping his tongue over your nose. "Billy!" You giggled—exactly the reaction he'd been hoping for.

The five of you spent the rest of the afternoon talking about everything and nothing, whining over board games, and eating yourselves so full that there was no other choice but for all of you to nap in various locations, splayed out over whatever surface was around.

You couldn't have asked for anything better.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

[chaotic-fandom-writer]

Adam x Reader P.4 (Hazbin Hotel)

Sorry for the short part, life loves to get in the way. Promise the next one will be longer!

I also apologize for the delay on posting this, I had a bigger part almost completely written up, and a storm took out my wifi, and I lost all of my work. The part is so much shorter today because I wanted to hurry and quickly get something out for you guys this morning.

Part 5 will be out tonight so long as there's no more interruptions like that lol! And I promise it will be much longer, I have some good stuff planned!

Enjoy!

Warnings: Heavy cursing, violence, adult themes

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

Adam

Adam tried his hardest to stay away. Really, he did, because he knew he would be putting you in harm's way by breaking Sera's rules. But it was hard.

Once he realized who you were back on that rooftop, all you've done is consume his mind. He missed you. He never thought he'd see you again. Now, the universe plops you down right in front of him, just to take you away again?

He couldn't stand it.

So, every night, he'd wear something unrecognizable, and go to your street.

If he stood in just the right spot, he could get a glimpse of you in your living room through the blinds.

Every night, he went, and every night, he saw the same thing.

You, curled up on the couch, in the dark. And he could hear you.

Crying.

It made Adam's stomach turn to hear you in so much pain. He never thought he could care about anybody like this ever again, but here you are, making him feel all these stupid fucking things.

He wanted to run right up to your door, kick it open, tell you everything about who you are, and hold you tight.

He wanted to kiss you, as much as he hated to admit it to himself. He wanted to feel your skin underneath his fingertips.

Damn her. He thought. Damn her for making me feel like this, and not even knowing it.

Adam really believed he could handle this as long as he got to see you from a distance sometimes. She's just some girl, he would tell himself. What are you getting so worked up for?

Until one day, he started to notice someone talking to you. A neighbor, it appeared. He would come knocking on your door every day with gifts - dinner, flowers, sweets - you name it.

Adam sat watching you one night, like he always did, and his greatest fear came true - he watched as you invited this man inside.

Nothing happened, thankfully, but his blood boiled at the sight of some guy trying to win you over.

Finally, he had enough.

One day, he waited outside for the neighbor to appear. And he did.

"Hey. HEY!"

The man turns, startled, relaxing slightly when he sees it's Adam. "Oh, hello Adam! Did you need something?"

"Yeah, I need to know why the fuck you keep visiting (Y/N)."

The man scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Well.. we live next door to each other, and every day, all I can hear is her crying.

I don't think anyone should live like that, even if they were a sinner! And I figure, hey, she can't be bad if she redeemed herself, right? And she isn't she's actually a very sweet, beautiful-"

Adam cuts the man off with a punch to the wall, cracking the brick and making the man jump.

"Listen up fuckbag, I'm only gonna say this once.

That's my fucking wife you're hitting on, and if you go near her again, I'll make you regret it.

Stay the fuck away from her. She's mine."

Adam leaves the man in a pile of nerves and sweat, flying away from the scene.

I can't believe I just did that. I feel like a fucking simp.

--

You

Days had gone by since you'd seen him, or anyone else for that matter. You thought maybe you had made a new friend, your neighbor, but even he stopped coming to see you, too. You started trying to leave your room as little as possible. Every now and then, you'd notice Sera lingering at the end of the hall, but as soon as she saw you, she'd leave.

Truthfully, you could care less. You missed home. You missed your friends.

Tired of sitting around being Heaven's newest exibit to marvel at, you decided enough was enough.

I'm leaving this fucking place. No matter what I have to do. It's time to come up with a plan.

Packing one, small bag, you set it next to your door in case you needed a quick exit. Best to travel light.

The only problem was finding a portal back into Hell. You obviously couldn't just go ask someone to take you back. You considered doing something to get into trouble, but without knowing exactly how the angels would react, it would be too much of a risk.

You decided to break into Sera's office. It seems like a crazy, risky thing to do, but you figured if there's any kind of physical item that can help you, it had to be there, right?

You waited for the cover of night before sneaking to the office. The building was quiet at night, still, and silent.

You approached her door, straining your eyes for any possible sounds. After hearing nothing, you knock softly on the door.

No response.

You push the door slightly, and it creaks open. Peeking inside, you find an empty room. You enter, quietly shutting the door behind you.

You take your time searching the room, shuffling through papers and looking through cabinets.

Then finally, you see it.

Underneath Sera's desk is a gold-lined trap door. You reach for the handle and find it open. Inside is a small hiding space, occupied by some files, a wooden box, and a smaller box.

You reach for the big box, but when your fingers touch it, it suddenly sparks, shooting volts of pain through your arm.

You gasp, yanking your hand away. The box glues with strange carvings.

Taking a deep breath, you reach for the smaller box. This one doesn't hurt you, so you open it.

Inside, you find a glowing gem. The purplish-blue hues of light reflect off your irises, your eyes glowing at the sight.

You reach for it, and it allows you to do so.

Something about it speaks to you, telling you that it's purpose is what you're looking for. Unsure why, you feel certain that this is what you're looking for. You close everything up and quickly retreat back to your home.

Putting the gem in a safe, hidden spot, you quickly realize you have no idea how to activate it, and mentally curse your own luck.

Maybe I can convince someone to show me, or even trick them. You thought to yourself.

Either way, I'm getting out of here.

--

Don't forget, I'm always accepting requests!

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

[mazeinthemiroh]

seo changbin boyfriend headcanons

genre: fluff

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

requested?: yes

song rec: tomboy by g-idle

please like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

this soft boy, oh gosh here we go...

he makes my heart skip a beat so this gonna be fun

changbin. the man, the myth, the legend

he's an amazing guy, what can i say? respectful, loyal, genuine... god it's so hard not to fall in love with him

idk as a boyfriend he is just the sweetest guy you could ever ask for. he technically acts the same way with you if he was just besties. the main difference is, once he's your boyfriend he tones up the affection to 100%. no holding back anymore

this man is SO TOUCHY

physical affection is totally his thing. he finds himself just wanting to touch you or hold your hand or anything like that because he just needs that contact

he's not ashamed of any pda. he doesn't care who's watching: he's kissing and cuddling and squishing your cheeks no matter who is watching! he's cute like that

even if the other members were to make fun of him for being a massive softie with you, he literally couldn't care less

"you're just jealous that i'm in a happy relationship"

he's so petty lmaooo

btw i mentioned cuddling... yeah there's gonna be a lot of that

changbin works out a lot. he's got a lot of muscle on him, so his chest and arms proved to be a perfect pillow give me one chance changbin ONE CHANCE IM BEGGING so it only makes sense to snuggle into his perfect body and enjoy having his arms wrapped around you

he likes doing spontaneous things with you. it's always a fun time around him. you're always getting up to some sort of mischief

also loves spoiling you omg

he doesn't make a big deal out of it but damn he buys you so many quality gifts because apparently he can't help it??

will talk to you about anything. usually when he speaks to you it's very casual and general chat. he's very comfortable talking about anything with you. if you want to talk about anything important or personal, he's very attentive and provides you with any support you need

for him, he's a very open person, especially if he has his trust in you. there are not a lot of things he would keep from you. how he views it is: he wouldn't date you if he didn't trust you. and with that, he can know in his heart that he can be vulnerable with you if needed because the mutual love and trust is there

likes to spend his nights just relaxing and unwinding from his busy day at work. there are occasions, of course, when he will stay late at night in the studio or bring some work back to do at home. he tries to make time for you but there are some things he can't help. he appreciates how supportive you are of his career, either way. and he always makes sure how much he loves you for being so kind to him as his partner

above all, he wants to be a source of comfort to you. and he sure does a good job at it

dates with him would include:

gym dates - i mean this goes without saying but if you MUST be told again, changbin loves/lives in the gym. he would love for you to share that part of his life, even if you aren't particularly keen on working out. he also proves to be a very good personal trainer so there's a plus! working to improve himself with you makes going to the gym even more of a joy for him. he would appreciate you joining him a lot and finds it all the more fun to workout with you

food date - a bit of a contradiction, i know. changbin not only loves food but also likes to taste and try different types of food. he loves going to different places in the city to try street food or other snacks that he wouldn't usually get by himself. makes for a fun experience with you <3

late night walks - changbin loves the outside but especially at nightime. he also thinks it's romantic going out for a walk in the dark with the city lights lighting the way. it's a good opportunity to have deeper talks with you as well as check out any nightlife

overall, he's the sweetest guy you'll ever meet

[profounddefendorcrusade-blog]

A Long Rant About The Koffin Trio

Note: So, this is my first (really) long post about this fangame, and to be honest, I was debating whether or not to even publish it. I still decided to do it since not a lot of folks talk about ts!underswap, and I wanted to give my two cents regarding my three favorite characters.

More important note: If you think it's gonna trigger you to read about Harry/Larry and Harry/Larry/KK as a found family, better click off this post. Maybe it's my inner aroace speaking, but I personally don't see the romantic appeal at all. Good for you if you do! I'm not trying to invalidate anyone's opinion; diversity is great after all :)

For those of you who are still here, I will start off by saying this:

Harry and Larry depend on Count Koffin-K for so much. I'm tempted to say EVERYTHING.

He genuinely feels like their father figure. I mean, this sentient fedora gave them a job while they were both living lives that were... bad.

He isn't cruel when they do something stupid and instead just looks deadpan. Sure, Koffin-K's not a perfect boss; he yells at the two of them and insults them (dude really needs to work on his temper), but I found it sweet how both Harry and Larry felt safe enough to tell him the truth here, which to me counts for something (pun intended) ↓

He even pranks them sometimes ↓

Koffin may not be perfect (he's gotta keep up the "evil" persona) but at least he 1) tries to give Harry and Larry a hint that he cares for them (has them both secretly do his laundry without them telling each other) 2) actually admits that he cares for them both equally (in his own way) 3) attempts to solve their disagreement despite him not gaining anything out of it

How they met is also interesting to me.

Based on their backstory, Harry and Larry were clearly hesitant to work for Koffin, but when they actually started the job the next day, I imagine that their conversation went something like this (either during the first day or at some point early on in their career):

H: "Larry, he could be like the dad we never had and provide for us and we could have all da money that we never did, see?"

L: "Huhuhu, yeah! Don't forgets da food!"

...and that's how the parade float came to be. I think Koffin secretly appreciates they made it, even though he says how he wanted the thing "as far away as possible" right after saying this line ↓

He also makes this face later on at the festival when he sees the float again cause it reminds him that the three of them are a family despite Harry and Larry getting on his nerves half the time but I can't include the screenshot bc of the picture limit

Heck, the two even built their house outside the keep, which to me suggests that they don’t ever plan on leaving Koffin.

Harry does mention his mother, and we learn that he's into embroidery (both making me think he's a a 'mama's boy'; maybe she taught him how to embroider)...

...but even on the ts!us wiki, the only relationship dynamic the two have is with Koffin-K himself.

Weirdly enough, we only know that Harry has a mom, but not a dad

Even though he was definitely unaware of this, Koffin liked Harry and Larry FOR BEING THEMSELVES. This is really important to me.

He saw something in them that others did not, even if it was initally just "your names rhyme and you give me the 'goofy henchmen' vibe." He sees them both as useful for what he needs them for. It may not be much, but it's exactly what Koffin's looking for.

In other words:

THE WAY HARRY AND LARRY ARE IS ENOUGH FOR COUNT KOFFIN-K. I mean, why look at resumes of competent potential employees when you can hire two idiots who are just as goofy as you

Exactly why Harry and Larry are so loyal to Koffin-K is unknown, but based on my interpretation, it has to do with 1) them desperately needing a father figure/someone to rely on 2) Koffin giving Harry and Larry a home, food, money, and a job that also allows them to slack off and finally enjoy life, and 3) him making them feel needed. Maybe not appreciated, even though he subtly tried to, but definitely needed. Serving under him became their purpose.

In other words, I think they're so loyal because Koffin "chose" them, even if he did that subconsciously.

Harry got the chance to be more than just a janitor. Imo, he was hesitant to work for Koffin at first because he was afraid that he would lose the only sense of security he had. I think he lived with his mom at the time, considering his low-wage job This explains why he wants to be rich (to make up for all the things he couldn't afford).

It also explains why Larry loves food so much (he literally slept under a dumpster bag and if he was both homeless AND unemployed, it would mean that he had to either be a beggar or eat from the trash. Either way, eating good food was out of the question.

It's also possible that Larry had a janitor job just like Harry (but unlike him, nowhere to live). I say that he might have been a janitor, since Koffin mentions how they could both do better than mopping floors forever, but maybe it was just an assumption on Koffin's side.

Whatever the case, their lives sucked.

There was also this one moment I wanna talk about, where Larry called Koffin-K stupid, and Harry pretty much agreed. So I asked myself why they reacted this way.

Maybe because it was easier to convince themselves that they didn't care about their boss than deal with the fact that he (maybe) always saw them as nothing but 'lowly servants'.

Seriously, Harry said out loud what they both wanted most of all. And that something was for Koffin-K to value them. This was more important to them than money and food COMBINED, considering their entire arc was about learning that Koffin needed them both equally

Maybe they were worried about getting fired, but I honestly don't think Koffin ever wanted to do that to them, no matter how many times they messed up.

Maybe they didn't want to be honest and admit to Koffin that he's a total dumbass so they wouldn't get in trouble with him. I mean, they did want to gain his validation/appreciation/approval/love, so it makes sense that they would do anything to get and remain in his good books.

I think the third scenario is the most likely one, tbh.

Might be a nitpick, but notice how Harry and Larry are walking next to each other here, but Koffin-K's at the back, just sorta... isolated, like he's not their equal? This is why I'd rather see him as their father figure than an older brother. The way I look at it, the oldest sibling is usually in charge, yeah, but there's still a level of closeness and familiarity between the siblings, whereas Harry and Larry hardly know anything about Koffin-K, ESPECIALLY how lonely he really is. Koffin's the one who gave them a purpose, became their boss, and as a result, they began looking up to him. In contrast, the two spend 24/7 together, bicker, and are practically inseparable, like brothers

Larry also explains how Koffin-K doesn't like leaving his study, but clearly neither Harry nor Larry reflected on why that is and just assumed it's because Koffin's 'stupid.' This reaction kinda rubbed me the wrong way at first, but then I remembered both of these dudes are street rats who don't know any better.

Look, I know the Boogiemen were supposed to fit this common "goofy villain's sidekicks" trope, but both of them clearly grew up in poor conditions, have daddy issues (imo), and feel worthless/useless.

That's why they want Koffin-K's attention so badly.

They need a father figure to reassure them that they're useful, important, and loved.

All this makes them three-dimensional and relatable, just like most UT/DR/UTY characters. It feels like everyone in these games goes through some kind of deep arc, and I feel like this is supposed to be the Boogiemen's

Sure, Harry and Larry are funny at first glance, and they're great at being comic reliefs, but at their core, they are misguided guys who come from poverty/homelessness. I kinda wish the feisty four from uty had more going for them just so I could psychoanalyze them all

Even though it's probably been a few years since they joined Koffin, at least some part of Harry and Larry doesn't seem to believe that they can finally enjoy themselves, even if it means doing hooligan stuff and boring chores. That's why they're 'superficial' and goof off and will grab any opportunity to act childish and materialistic.

A typical case of age regression

What lies beyond the surface is incredibly sad to me.

Now, this is sort of like a bonus section bc I want to explain WHY exactly I see Harry & Larry as brothers, and WHY I think they see Koffin as a dad again, maybe it's bc I'm aroace and I see family relationships everywhere, but the stuff below REALLY REALLY reminds me of these types of dynamics:

They threw insults at each other and had a literal fistfight over which one of them Koffin appreciated/liked more

They cried HARD (of joy) when Koffin told them they're both equally useful and useless, so they no longer had to be at each other's throats. He also said how he recognized that they're passionate about being his lackeys, even if their teamwork needed, well, work

I think it's sweet how they built the float 'within their first days of henchmenry,' according to KK. They could have easily NOT included him, but had apparently warmed up to him pretty soon

Harry wanted to call Koffin to save them + I love how he's CERTAIN he'll do it

Both yelled for Koffin (reminds me of Axis calling out for Chujin for some reason)

Larry called Koffin Keep their home (could have easily said that they left it at the keep...reminds me of the times Starlo called The Wild East Clover's home I really need to stop with the uty parallels)

They cheered for him (and got hit in the face with books)

They get in trouble with him

They apparently copied two of his attacks these 3 are so similar except that Koffin is a more 'head in the clouds' kind of goofy while Harry & Larry are more grounded... but still goofy

And this line... "And quit arguing, you two!" sounded so parental, istg

I forgot to mention some stuff:

After Koffin tells everyone to go to the festival, Harry and Larry quickly look left and right, like they're wondering where he is and/or what to do now that he isn't there. Poor guys really are dependent on him and like to be in his presence

They talked about Koffin a LOT throughout this game. Their conversations are either about 1) Koffin and what they're gonna do to please him, 2) Them bickering, or 3) Some shenanigans they get themselves into. Larry even remembers how Koffin-K always says: "If you're slacking, put some hustle into it"

Koffin doesn't treat any other lackey the way he does Harry and Larry, and none of the other lackeys seek his admiration like the two do

Harry and Larry were both jealous af of Chara for getting all the attention (right after they got into Koffin's study Harry said "Now whaddya need us in here for, see?" and I immediately thought that he wanted to add "you have a new favorite child lacky now so why don't assign more chores TO THEM")

Like I'm not sure if they were meant to come across to us players as a family but for some reason that's how they came across to me since day 1

The actual reason why I see them in this light is not just bc I love found family (even tho I do. a lot), but bc I feel like it would give Harry & Larry more depth than a romance between any of them

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 1/15

Yeah, y'all ain't ready.

Don't even think you're ready cuz you're not.

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Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias. 

Enjoy!

"Y/N!"

It was six in the morning and Trent was already shouting.

"Y/N!"

You groaned, grabbing a pillow and smothering it against your ears. His footsteps emerged from down the hall and just like when you were kids, he had no respect for your privacy.

"Y/N, did you take my....."

He yanked the door open to the sight of you pretending to be asleep. He gasped, seeing you wear his Liverpool knee socks.

"I knew it, you fucking..."

Or to you they were knee socks, perfect for sleeping in.

"Hey?"

You twisted in bed, kicking your feet as you were suddenly being attacked.

"Aha. I knew you were bluffing." Trent exclaimed, and continued yanking the socks off your feet. "How about you buy your own clothes rather than stealing mine?"

"Why would I do that when you wear the same size as a girl?"

Trent got the socks off your feet, however your words made his cheeks grow red.

"How about you stop treating my closet like a fucking shopping mall you homeless parasite!" He stormed out of the room to the sound of your laughter. You had definitely struck a nerve.

"Technically, I'm not homeless. I'm job hunting." You said, after getting out of bed, entering the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. Trent was washing the dishes, using the running water as an excuse to ignore you.

"I promise to be out of here once I get a job."

"And when will that be?" He muttered, shutting off the water. "You can't be job hunting for five years Y/N. How about we call it for what it is."

"Which is?"

His smile was spiteful. "Unemployment."

You pout your lips. "You're very mean whenever you have a game coming up, did you know that?"

He rolled his eyes, setting up the plates to dry. You watched him gather his things, getting ready to leave for the day. His team had a light training session ahead of their game tonight.

"Grandma will be at the train station at twelve." He informed. "Are you picking her up or should I give mom and dad a call, tell them to do it?"

"I'll do it." You nodded.

"Cool thanks."

"In one condition...."

He had turned around, reaching for the door handle. He sighed having to face you again, knowing damn well that whatever was about to come out of your mouth was not going to be to his benefit.

"What?"

"I'm going to need the keys to the Bentley."

"For what? To pick up Granny?"

You shrugged. "Take it or leave it."

Trent muttered under his breath, reaching for the keys in his pocket. It was amusing, seeing him give in so easily. The perks of being two minutes older than him. Technically you were twins, but on paper you were also his big sister.

He tossed you the keys.

"Have a nice day." You smiled.

He ignored you, slamming the door on his way out.

The silence that followed was soothing. Outside the sun was shining and you could simply feel it, the start of a wonderful day.

********************************************

"Grandma please, we're gonna be late. You don't need another Chanel bag."

You had spent all day tending to her needs. When the time came, getting your high maintenance grandmother to the football stadium was nearly impossible.

"You're late." Your patients said, stating the obvious as the two of you arrived at Anfield.

"Well, blame Grandma. She forgot to pack her scarf so we got her a new one, but of course the whole day then turned into a shopping spree."

Grandma was a retired seamstress, who still tended to a few shops where she lived in Manchester. Nevertheless fashion was her passion, some of it having rubbed off on you, however not as much that would make you run late to an inter-city football derby.

"How is Trent doing?" You asked,  searching for him out on the pitch. You spotted him in seconds, enjoying the fact that he looked cooked already. The game had only been running for twenty five minutes.

"Manchester City looks to be a real challenge this year." Your dad said.

"Good." You muttered.

Ever since you were a kid you had the habit of rooting for whichever team that Trent wasn't rooting for, especially if the game was shown on the TV, and his team was losing. Liverpool seemed to be losing big today. Their coach was seen gesticulating vividly on the sidelines, shouting at the players to get their shit together.

"What's he doing?"

At some point a fight broke out and you were grinning at the fact that Trent was involved. They'd usually have him somewhere in the back, playing on the right side of the pitch, during this game however, he was seen running around in the middle getting into more trouble than he should.

"What's he doing, ref!!" Your dad stood up and shouted in protest, along with other fans in the stands. It looked to be some of the City boys giving Trent trouble after a fair but hard tackle that he made on one of the younger players on their team. There was one guy in particular that seemed to be all up in Trent's face, shouting at him, deliberately giving him shit. At one point Trent must have had enough because he ended up shoving the guy, to little effect however because the guy was huge and immovable. Nevertheless, it was all downhill from that, Trent ended up getting booked by the referee and his coach must have decided it would be best to send him off quite early into the second half of the match. It was safe to say that Trent wasn't happy when your family returned home.

"It was that dickhead Dias fault." He snapped, having slammed every door that he had stumbled upon on his way through the house to the living room.

"Please Trent, it's just a game." Your mother said, trying to calm him down.

"Yes but why was I the only one that got sent off? The referee didn't even bother to book any of the City players that came at me. You saw it, didn't you Dad?"

"I saw it son. We all did. It was complete bollocks."

You snorted.

Trent frowned. "What's so funny?"

You shrugged. "I dunno, maybe when you tried shoving that guy but ended up falling back yourself. That was pretty funny."

"Y/N." Your parents sighed. Grandma however, slapped her knee as her head tossed back with her laughter, fueling your own.

"Oh, so this is funny to you?" Trent stood, his expression trembling with rage. "How about I shove you and then let's see who's laughing."

"Trent!"

Your parents held him back, nevertheless you didn't even flinch. Everyone knew that out of the two of you Trent couldn't fight.

"Y/N, apologize to your brother. He's had a rough day." Your mother demanded.

"So? It's a part of life. Sometimes we get booked, sometimes we don't."

"You think you're so funny." Trent said,  through gritted teeth. "Let's see who gets the last laugh."

A jolt of your heart. "You wouldn't."

He smirked. "Mom, Dad, Y/N has been lying to you about her internship in London."

"What do you mean?" They frowned. Even Grandma looked unsure.

"Trent." You warned him.

He ignored you.

"She's been unemployed for five years, crashing on people's couches. Her university friends must have gotten tired of her because she's been living with me for the past three months, eating my food, stealing my socks. She's never even offered to help pay rent.

"You didn't."

Trent was the only person in the room with a smile on his face, your parents on the other hand....

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[retellingthehobbit]

Your retelling, will it be implying a Thorin/Bilbo attraction?

I ask because I just discovered that ship and when I looked it up on tumblr, it led me to your work lolol

Every time someone asks me this I feel more like I'm making a Real Adaptation! I love the idea of people following this webcomic for years while analyzing the gay subtext as if they're waiting to see if Supernatural will make Destiel canon. a powerful feeling. The short answer is yes! The long answer is that it's complicated, and that if you're not a Bilbo/Thorin Person you should still stick around because I'm going to handle it in a very funky way that is not what you're expecting (also at the rate I draw, it won't be "canon" in the comic for approximately 2039482289798334534534534534 years.) Generally Thorin's role in my version of the story is that he's a living embodiment of The Quest, and Bilbo's feelings for Thorin mirror his feelings for the Adventure. When Thorin first arrives at Bag End, Bilbo is overwhelmed and annoyed and confused-- he finds him both fascinating and horribly frustrating at turns, and has no idea how to feel about Thorin in the same way he has no idea whether he'll join the adventure. As the story continues, Bilbo's feelings on the Quest will shift, and his feelings about Thorin will shift as well. I just really love the general idea of a new take on Thorin where he has a bit more pathos and a deeper relationship with Bilbo. I also think the way LOTR retroactively reframes The Hobbit as a story written by 'unreliable narrator Bilbo Baggins' adds to the possibilities a lot! there's a lot of queer subtext in Lord of the Rings, and it's fun to bring more of that subtext into the Hobbit. Tolkien often refers to hobbit adventures as "queerness,' and makes "queerness" the name for the thing that bigoted hobbits are afraid of; the fact that Bilbo has been repressing the "queer" part of himself that he inherited from his mother is, canonically, the thing he's struggling with in the beginning of the story.

I really enjoy the bit in the Unfinished Tales where Gandalf describes Bilbo like this:

And now I found that he was 'unattached' - to jump on again for of course I did not know all this until I went back to the Shire. I learned that he had never married. I thought that odd though I guessed why it was; and the reason that I guessed was not that most of the Hobbits gave me: that he had early been left very well off and his own master. No, I guessed that he wanted to remain 'unattached' for some reason deep down which he did not understand himself - or would not acknowledge, for it alarmed him.

That feeling of not being "out to yourself" and not knowing what it is that you want out of life is just!!! It's just very compelling to me.

Thorin's still gonna die though. Don't you hate it when you have this whole elaborate coming-out-to-yourself story but then your first gay crush is so Problematic he kiiiinda nearly starts a war so you betray him by stealing the Heart of his Mountain in order to prevent that war, but then the war happens anyway and he dies horribly :/. A universal gay experience.

Thorin is also an interesting character to play with, especially because I'm diverging more from the book (compared to Bilbo or Gandalf.) The way I'm planning to handle him is that he's a character we see only "from the outside," from the perspective of other characters, and no character sees every side of him. The dwarves portray him as a noble king; the elves portray him as a haughty arrogant joke, to the point where it affects Tolkien's own "translation" of the story; Bilbo has his own complicated feelings about Thorin, but even his portrayal of Thorin is heavily biased and he never gets to see the full picture.

But yeah-- the Hobbit is originally a very lighthearted story, but I do think there are lot of darker and deeper emotions you could explore in it if you wanted to, particularly if you bring in the metatext of how it's reframed in Lord of the Rings. And I do want to explore those darker emotions! So I am XD. There already was an extremely book-accurate comic adaptation of the Hobbit that came out in the late nineties (though it's super short and the pages are cramped to fit in all the prose)-- so I don't really see the point of being obsessively close to the original novel, since an obsessively close comic adaptation already exists. This comic is for the Weird Queer Overly Emotional Metatextual Reframing of The Hobbit!! Anyway, it's fun.

[starlight-bread-blog]

I Watched The First Two Episodes of Hazbin Hotel

Overall I wasn't bored. It's a fun show from the little I've seen. I have thoughts and notes I'd like to give so here's how this is gonna go:

🔵 Is for things I liked/would like to be expanded upon in the show's future.

🔴 Is for things I disliked ranging from nitpicks and just general critisisms.

Whenever something about Angel Dust's trauma I will come up, I'll mark "————" at the beginning & ending so you can avoid the topic if you'd like.

So let's dive right in!<3

🔴 I am so confused. This is narrarated by Charlie. And her goal is to redeem sinners so they can enter Heaven to save their lives. But she also knows that Heaven doesn't kill sinners to stop over-population, it's just plain evil. So, what are we doing here again?

🔴 This is the first time her relationship with her father is mentioned in the show. And it's done though a joke made by Alastor in a commercial he made. (Also, how would he know about Charlie's "daddy issues"? This isn't common knowledge as far as I know).

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🔴 WHAT THE FUCK? I'M SORRY. WHAT THE FUCK? I hate being this negative in the beginning but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I don't want to discuss this line any more than the shock I felt while hearing it. Next.

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🔴 Everyone already talked about how the camera work is crap and I agree. But here's an idea: If they wanted to make something grandiose, why not make a classic musical number that's completely unrealistic, and then make the reality of Hell clash with it?

🔴 This scene could be cut off mostly entirely. The point here is to show how awful Adam is, and the second the talking's over, we get a better song that does just that.

🔵 At first I was gonna make this a critisism, but all it did was making me ask questions, which is good in a first episode. This has me wondering about the characterization of Heaven and how it came to be. I can accept them being a shitty bureaucracy who only appear good, but this is some Saturday Morning Cartoon villian stuff. I'm very curious about this.

🔵 Niffty couldn't say her lines and just stared at the camera and was completely unaware of the fact that she did a shitty job. How come? I wonder what they'll do with it.

🔴 This is edited. The scene didn't go like this. We cut from the hotel to the Vees before we see Alastor's counter-attack. They cut to a really long section of the episode, in the middle of something that could be dealt with in a second. I wasn't as invested as I could have been in the introduction of the Vees, because I kept waiting to come back to Alastor.

🔵 I'd like to know why Charlie is so naive. Optimistic? Yeah, makes sense. But naive? Now that's interesting to know. She clearly goes outside and sees how sinners aren't the safest people (ie Happy Day in Hell), so you think that spending eternity with them would get her acquainted with the culture and make her adjust her behaviors. But she's still looking at the guy who just tried to kill her and goes "Oh, hello again". I'm dying to know why she's like that.

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🔵 I see where this is going<3 Despite it all, Angel Dust clearly still loves acting. So when he'll escape Val, he'll show his theatrical side by improvising and acting for Charlie<3

🔵 Despite Angel Dust not adoring the hotel, it's very much a safe place for him. A safe the Vees, from Valentino. Now, someone who worked for them just a second before getting discovered, is in. Can't wait to see more of this.

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🔵 I liked the rivalry of Alastor and Vox. I liked how Vox is this perfect big shot, yet crumbles about Alastor when he's barely trying. Definitely a highlight.

To Summarize...

🔴 6 negatives 🔵 6 positives

I enjoyed myself a fair bit. Most of the negatives are either nitpicks or won't matter in five eps. It had some flaws but it's a start.

[yesbutmakeitgay]

Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 18

Carol Danvers x Reader

Masterlist | This work's masterlist | AO3

Summary: Deep conversation with a hungover Carol Danvers.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 901

A/N: : @cordeliasdarling quite enjoyed this chapter when betaing it :)

Why Am I The One Falling Apart?

When you wake up again there's still light outside, but probably not for long. You take a shower and put on clean clothes after being in your tux for almost 24 hours.

You go to the kitchen to get an unhealthy snack and find a blonde head buried in its arms on the counter and a half empty sports drink beside her. You dig through the cabinets and find a cereal bar, the head moves making you turn around, "Are you sure you're alive?" you ask.

"No." the head mumbles.

"Did you throw up any more?" The head shakes 'no.' You start second guessing your conversation from last night, "What do you remember?" The irony of your question is not lost in you.

Carol finally lifts her head with her eyes tightly shut, "We got to the party, we were having a great time, all of a sudden you disappeared, I found the bar, had a few drinks, saw Val, started talking to her, next thing I know it's morning and you're in my room, but not in the fun way."

"Why'd you drink so much?"

She opens her eyes into a frown, "What are you, my father?"

"No, he's dead and I’m not."

"Fortunately." She downs the rest of her sports drink.

You sit right in front of her, "Why are you lying to me, Captain?" she squints, "When you woke up this morning you said, 'you're still here,' which means you knew I was there last night."

"I-" she's dumbfounded.

"What are you so afraid of?" You repeat her words back to her. She tries to leave but you stop her, "Uh-uh, I answered your question, now you have to answer mine."

She looks you dead in the eye, "You."

"Me? You kicked my ass twice just last week."

"When I found you after our last mission I realized that I didn't know what I would do if you didn't make it, I couldn't live with losing you like that," she pauses, "instead, I lost you like this. Sometimes I feel like it would have been easier to lose you like that, no offense."

"Non taken, I feel like that too." Your eyes go down to your lap.

"Hey, I’m glad you're alive, I’m glad you're getting better." She places her hand on yours making you lift your head again.

"Am I, though? I meant what I told you, no matter where I go or how long it's been I still feel like I’m missing something. At least before, I knew there was something they weren't telling me, but now, am I gonna be broken forever?"

"You're not broken, I’m sorry I wasn't here before, but I promise you I'm here now, for good." That is the first sincere thing you’ve heard her say since you met her again.

"See, that should make me feel better, but it doesn’t." You get up to leave.

"Come on, don’t go," Carol’s voice is sweet, her gaze alternating between your eyes.

"What’s the point of staying?" you sit back down, "They took you from me, that should make me angry, I should be hurt, but whenever I look at you all I feel is indifference," her heart drops to her stomach, "you know what the worst part is? I don't know if that's the result of what they did to me or if it is because you ran away." Your voice turns into a mere whisper.

"I was scared, I’m so sorry."

"Yeah, you said that when you were drunk."

"I meant it." Her features light up as she raises an eyebrow, "You didn't look so indifferent when I picked you up last night" You’re caught like a deer in headlights.

"That’s not fair, you know everything about me, I didn't even know your name until two weeks ago," you appeal.

"All is fair in love and war," she responds in an arrogant tone.

"This is neither! This is my life that you took away from me." You stop yourself from slamming your fist on the counter.

"You think I've been having a blast this whole time? I cried for weeks, I mourned you."

"I’m not dead!" you scream.

"But you will never be the person you were before. The amount of guilt I have in my heart I don't think I'll ever get rid of." You scoff, "When you couldn't remember me because I was gone, that was one thing, when no one would tell you about me, but now I’m here, you've seen me, we've talked, we've trained together and you still don't remember."

"That was the whole point, they took you from me to hurt you." It’s the first time you truly internalize what happened to you, you weren’t even the target of the aggression, yet, you’re the one suffering all its consequences.

After a moment of contemplating your words Carol speaks again, "I have this device that helps recover lost memories," she leaves out the part where it is usually employed for torture, "if you want I could lend you one, see if it helps."

"No, thank you," you’re quick to answer.

"Well, if you change your mind-"

"I won’t," you interrupt, "my recovery has been tampered with since day one, I want to feel like I’m in control." Carol knows exactly how that feels. The kindness behind her gesture hits a soft spot in your chest.

Chapter 19

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[north-wilkesboro-moonshine-cave]

Every Current Formula 1 Driver But I Decided They Were All Bugs

No Thoughts, Head Empty, Only Insects I Enjoyed From My Single Entomology Class Several Years Ago. Sorry to folks from outside the states. Most of these are like. my local critters.

Max Verstappen - Appalachian Jewelwing, Calopteryx angustipennis I have no reasoning behind this one. He just gives me the vibes of a damselfly kinda man.

Sergio Pérez - Synoeca Cyanea, a species of warrior wasp, or just the Synoeca genus again, literally no justification besides he's on the dark blue team and I just really like these wasps. Please read the Synoeca wikipedia page. they are SO cool.

Lewis Hamilton - Violet Carpenter Bee, Xylocopa violacea fashionable! cool lookin bee!

George Russell - Blue Hawker, Aeshna cyanea

Charles Leclerc - Cattle Killer/Cow Killer, Dasymutilla occidentalis (letting my south midwestern hick jump OUT here. most folks call em velvet ants)

Carlos Sainz - Red Admiral, Vanessa atalanta

Lando Norris - Walker's Cicada, Megatibicen pronotalis this is NOT meant to be a drag I actually love these freakishly loud animals but he just gives bright green cicada energy.

Oscar Piastri - Green Carpenter Bee, Xylocopa aerata cop out? yeah. good bee and something that feels correct? yes.

Fernando Alonso - Mourning Cloak, Nymphalis antiopa i love these fuckin bugs. absolute freaks of nature. they live for like a full year and they're always wandering around and getting up to something. plus they're very distinguished.

Lance Stroll - Common Buckeye, Junonia coenia I'm not even gonna elaborate on this one.

Valtteri Bottas - Eastern Cicada Hawk, Sphecius speciosus I just think they're neat!

Zhou Guanyu - Ebony Jewelwing, Calopteryx maculata blatant favoritism here. The ebony jewelwing is perhaps my all time favorite bug from home :) (its also v stylish)

Esteban Ocon - Chinese Mantis, Tenodera sinensis a noble creature that frequently scares the life out of me when i find one outside my window. Why the fuck are you so long. I appreciate u anyway.

Pierre Gasly - European Field Cricket, Gryllus campestris he just *feels* a bit crickety. Idk what to tell u man.

Kevin Magnussen - Halloween Beetle (or in America, the Japanese Lady Bug), Harmonia axyridis the most determined little bastard in the animal kingdom. They WILL get into your apartment through that microscopic sliver in the window.

Nico Hulkenberg - Green June Beetle, Cotinis nitida idk dude he just serves local scarab

Daniel Ricciardo - Black-And-Yellow Mud Dauber, Sceliphron caementarium im sure you are all noticing how much i love wasps by now. i was SO brave not making this a wasp only post. if ur american and a hick (hey girl(gn) hey) you'll know these guys From Constantly Being In Your Car's Inner Workings

Yuki Tsunoda - Bullet Ant, Paraponera clavata tiny but mighty!!!!! (short king solidarity)

Alex Albon - Great Black Wasp, Sphex pensylvanicus yet more blatant favoritism for my faves. Yes this post is so i can assign the williams boys and zg my fave types of local bugs. Anyway. this is one of the best wasps in the world. if u see her irl please stop for a moment to appreciate her. she's usually a docile species but she is very big and i love her. (good hunter too)

Logan Sargeant - Blue Dasher, Pachydiplax longipennis the ultimate late spring and all of summer insect of america. voted america's sweetheart of every local body of water eight millionth year in a row!!!! one of the best dragonflies in the country and i am serious!!! if u live in north america this summer, find a LAKE, a POND, A RIVER, perhaps even a CREEK!!!!!! A POOL WILL EVEN GET YOU! you'll find these folks. at current you might catch mating flight season!!! anyway. these are crazy good hunters and they're a beautiful little baby blue shade. anyway. logan and the rest of williams should go huntin for these when he gets back to florida. think it would fix em.

[willalove75]

Maybe something angsty/fluffy with Sofia Marchetti?

Yesssss!!! I just re-watched every scene with Sofia in it (s/o to HannahWadFans on YT for doing gods work💕) to get a little refresher on Sofia!

I'm SO excited to write this! I hope you enjoy it!💕

A/n: Two fics in one day?! Damn I'm spoiling you guys😜😂

"Jackson!" Sofia calls out. "Come on! We're gonna be late!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Jackson says with a big of an edge to his voice.

"I'll be in the car!"

Jackson walks past you once he gets down the stairs. Right away you know that something is bothering him. He's been much more on edge recently, his temper has gotten shorter, he's had an attitude when he talks to you or Sofia. He hasn't been himself and you're starting to worry about him.

"Hey, Jackson." You say before he heads out the door.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay? You haven't been yourself lately, I'm starting to worry about you kid." You say, giving him a comforting smile.

Jackson pauses for a moment before letting out an exhale, you can see some of the tension in his body melt away.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He says unconvincingly.

"Hey," You walk up to him and put your hands on his shoulders. "whatever it is, I'm here for you. Whenever you want to talk, okay?"

Jackson nods his head and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a hug.

"I know, thank you." His voice a little somber, but the edge from earlier is gone.

He towers over you by a few inches but you still manage to place a small kiss on his head.

Sofia beeps the car horn from outside.

"Jackson! We're going to be late!" She yells.

You can feel the tension build right back up as you hug him, so you give him an extra squeeze.

"She loves you, she's just doing what she thinks is right." You softly say.

"I know." Sofia beeps the car horn again. "I should go before the entire neighborhood learns that I'll be late for training." He says.

Jackson gives you a small smile before heading out the door. He gets in the car and they pull away.

Jackson's mum's split up a couple of years ago and you've been with Sofia for a little less than two years. She wasn't divorced for long before the two of you met and neither of you were expecting to hit it off so well. She was barely divorced for six months when you two started dating. Meeting Jackson for the first time was nerve wracking, his mum's just got divorced and one of them was already dating someone else, you weren't sure how he was going to react.

At first, he put very little effort into getting to know you, assuming you were just some kind of rebound for his mother. Truthfully, you understood and didn't take it personally. Sofia however, was less understanding. Jackson eventually came around and started liking you more, especially when he overhead the two of you talking about him. Sofia was angry that he was being so standoffish, but you were trying to get her to see it from his perspective. She eventually saw it from his perspective, soft of, but it meant a lot to Jackson that you were on his side, even if he was making painfully obvious that he didn't like you very much. After that conversation, the two of you became closer and a year later you moved into Sofia's house.

Since Jackson wasn't 18 his mums got divorced they both got 50/50 custody of him so he went back and fourth between their houses. Eventually you met Sofia's ex-wife, Jacksons other mother, Roz. It was a little awkward at first, but once she saw how Jackson spoke about you and seemed to take such a liking to you, she warmed up pretty quickly. Sofia and Roz's relationship was civil, they're weren't best friends, but they also didn't want to kill each other when they saw each other. They both put their differences aside for Jackson and it was something you really admired about their relationship.

Grabbing your book, you lay down on the couch and continue reading. Thirty minutes later Sofia walks in the door, she tosses her keys in the bowl near the table and walks into the living room.

"We were five minutes late." She says, clearly aggravated.

"Oh shit, did they kick you guys out?" You said playfully as you read your book on the couch.

"I'm serious y/n."

"So was I."

Sofia grabs the book out of your hand and crosses her arms.

"Hey!"

"I need you to help get him out of the door in the morning, not procrastinate and make him late!"

"Sofia-"

"He needs to be on time, he must stick to his schedule."

"Babe," You say as you sit up. You gently grab her wrist and guide her to sit on the couch. "You were going to be late anyway, even if you drove like a bat out of hell." She rolls her eyes at you. "I'm serious. I'm sorry I was an accomplice, but I had to check on him. He hasn't been himself and I'm starting to get worried."

"He's fine, he just needs to push himself more."

"Sofia he's doing the best he can-"

"Well he needs to do better."

"Sofie, are you not seeing what I'm seeing? I'm worried about him, about his mental health."

"He needs to focus more. To get his head in the game and stop focusing on all of these silly things-"

"Baby, he's only a teenager, yeah dances and girlfriends are silly, but they're important."

"Not as important as Nationals, or getting a scholarship to a good university."

"He's going to do great in Nationals, he's going to get a good scholarship, just let him be a kid too-"

"He is destined for greatness y/n, can't you see that?! He needs to stick to his schedule. He needs to train harder, to focus more, to do better!"

"Sof-"

"We are done with this conversation." She says as she stands up and walks away.

"Sofia!" She keeps walking away and you lay back down on the couch in defeat. You realize that she still has your book. "Can I at least get my book back?"

You hear a "SMACK" on the ground, and look towards the stairs. Sofia definitely tossed it from the second floor.

"Thank you!" You say with a bit of sarcasm as you get up and pick it up off of the floor.

A few minutes later she comes downstairs in her running gear.

"Where are you going?"

"Where does it look like I'm going?" She says, still clearly annoyed from your conversation earlier.

"Huh, I thought garbage was being picked up tomorrow." You say nonchalantly with a bit of a chuckle.

"You know what? I am so tired of your-"

"Woah, Sofia, I was joking!"

"Well that wasn't very funny."

You could tell that you hurt her a little and you immediately feel bad. Getting up off of the couch you walk up to her and cup her face with your hand.

"I'm sorry, I took it too far. I didn't mean to hurt you." You say, looking into her beautiful green eyes.

She stares into your eyes, you can tell she's definitely still not happy, but you can tell there's something else bothering her.

"Baby, talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, everything is fine."

"Come on, don't give me that. I can see it in your eyes, there's something going on. Talk to me."

Her eyes soften for a moment as she looks at you and you caress her cheek with your thumb. Just when you think she's about to open up to you, her walls are back up.

"I don't want to talk about it. Everything is fine." She pulls away from you and heads towards the door.

"I'm going for my run, I don't know how long I'll be."

You sigh in disappointment and watch her as she walks away.

"Okay, be safe. I love you."

"Love you too." She says as she walks out the door.

It hurts that she didn't turn around to say it to you, something she does when she's in a bad mood. Sofia is stubborn, probably the most stubborn person you've ever met. Trying to break down her walls is quite literally like trying to punch through concrete. Things weren't always like this between the two of you, in the beginning she let you in, let you see past her walls. That's one of the reasons why you fell in love with her so quickly, she was so open with you, so unafraid to bare her soul to you. Lately though she's been so closed off. She's been frustrated, angry, stressed. Her walls went right back up and they were stronger than ever this time. You know it's her own defense mechanism, she does it to protect herself and it has nothing to do with you. But it still hurts, it still makes you feel so isolated. Every time you've tried talking to her about it she put more walls up and it would turn into an argument. You did your best to keep it calm when Jackson was home, but when he was with Roz the two of you ended up in screaming matches a few times. You love her, so, so much, but it's painful. Watching her be so hard on Jackson, when he's clearly not okay, is painful. You don't know what more you can do.

The two of you don't speak much for the rest of the day. Sofia came home about an hour and a half later, showered, ate breakfast and went back up to the bedroom. You were in the living room, reading your book and watching tv for the rest of the day.

A few hours later Jackson walks in, one of his friends drove him home from practice.

"I'm home." He says, sounding absolutely wiped.

"Hey kid," you say, getting up from the couch. "how was it?"

"Fine." He says, shrugging his shoulders.

"Jackson, are you sure-"

"Jackson," Sofia says as she walks up to the two of you. "what were your times today?"

"Hi mum, yeah, training was great thanks. How was your day?" He says sarcastically.

"Very funny." She says, unamused and not really getting why he said it. "What were your times?"

He rolls his eyes and slides his backpack off of his shoulder. After unzipping it he pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it to Sofia.

"I beat my best time." He says with a little pride, pointing to the paper.

"That's amazing Jackson!" You say.

"It could be better." Sofia says at the same time.

The two of you make eye contact and you don't even notice your mouth is open. Your gazes flickers over to Jackson and the little pride he had was completely washed away.

"Sofia-"

"If he wants to do well at Nationals he needs to do better." She looks over at Jackson. "I think we should add an extra day of training."

"But mum, I already train five days a week-"

"Do you want to do well in Nationals? Do you want to get a good scholarship to a good university? You need to do better, push yourself more, you need to focus Jackson!"

"Sofia, don't you think that's a little much?" You ask with concern in your voice.

"No. This is what he needs to do." She says, her eyes narrowing at you.

You can practically see the light from Jacksons eyes go out, all you see is the shell of a completely defeated kid. Your heart breaks for him. As he turns to head towards his room, you put your hand on his shoulder and say softly "I'm proud of you." Jackson nods his head and goes into his bedroom and closes his door.

Looking up you see anger of Sofia's face. A fight is coming, you know it. Right as she opens her mouth you cut her off.

"Lets go upstairs, okay?"

You walk past her and head up the stairs. Cutting her off definitely pissed her off more but you don't care, you don't want to argue with her outside of his bedroom door.

"How dare you undermine me in front of my son!" She practically yells when you get upstaris.

"I didn't undermine you Sofia!"

"Yes, you did. You don't know what's best for him, I know what he needs to do to be great, you don't!"

"Sofia he is great! He beat his best time, that's an amazing accomplishment and you acted like it meant nothing!"

"It means nothing if he doesn't pour everything he has into his passion!"

Something in you snapped, this wasn't his passion anymore, one look at him and you could tell. This was Sofia's passion, she got injured in college and couldn't compete anymore and is using Jackson to fulfill her dreams. Was this his passion once? You're sure it was, but not anymore. You're so afraid that she's going to push him too hard and push him away forever.

"You mean your passion! This is your passion Sofia, not his!"

"How dare you-"

"Sofia look at him! Look at your son! He's miserable! And you're not doing anything but making it harder for him! Please, just ease up on him, just a little, he-"

"You don't know what my son needs!"

Tears begin welling up in your eyes, she's never thrown that in your face before. Of course you knew you weren't his mum, he had two wonderful mums, but you did feel responsible for him. He was like a son to you, hearing her say that broke your heart a little.

"Sofia please, just look at him, take your eyes off of Nationals and scholarships for one second and look at your son!"

"You never take your eyes off of the goals!" She yells.

"Look at him!" You practically scream. "Sofia look at him! You're killing him! He needs a break, he needs some time off, please."

"He is my son! Not yours! You don't know what he needs so stop acting like you're his parent! You're not his parent! You are nothing to him!" She screams.

You can practically feel your heart shatter in your chest. She's never acted like this before, never said such horribly hurtful things. You stand there in silence trying to hold back your tears but fail. With one hand over your heart, you other one covers your mouth as tears pour down your face.

"She is not nothing to me."

Sofia turns around and you look up to see Jackson standing in the doorway.

"Jackson-"

"No mum, I don't want to hear it. She is right, everything y/n said was right. If you weren't so selfish, so focused on what you want, you would see that I am miserable. Y/n has been more of a parent to me than you have. She's the only one out of the two of you that actually cares about me, about how I'm doing. Not about my times, how well my training has been going, how many meets I win, she cares about me. All you care about is how well I do."

Even though Sofia's back is turned towards you, you can tell hearing Jacksons words broke her.

"I am doing this for you!" She yells.

"No you're not! You keep telling yourself that but you're not! You're doing this for you! You stopped caring about what I wanted a long time ago. She's been more of a mum to me than you've been!"

Sofia opens her mouth to speak again but quickly closes it. She turns and looks at you, her face painted with anger, hurt, even maybe betrayal. Turning back around, she pushes past Jackson and heads downstairs. You follow her with Jackson behind you and you watch as Sofia grabs her purse and her keys.

"Sofia!" You call after her. She slams the door and gets into her car. Running after her, you open the door and call out to her again. "Sofia!" But she peels out of the driveway and drives away.

After you close the door you lean back against it and the tears come flooding. Covering your face, you slide down the door and sit on the floor, doing your best but failing, to hold back your sobs.

Jackson sits next to you and isn't quite sure what to do. He reaches out to touch you a few times but pulls his hand back. Instead, he settles on leaning his head against your shoulder. You turn towards him and wrap your arms around him, resting your cheek on top of his head.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that Jackson." You say through tears. "I'm so sorry about all of it. I've tried talking to her so many times but she's too stubborn for her own good. She can't see past her goal, she can't see what it's doing to you."

"Thank you for always being on my side. Even when we first met, you were on my side and I didn't even like you." He says and you both laugh as you wipe away your tears. "What mum said wasn't true. You mean a lot to me, I haven't told either of my mums this yet, but when I talk about you with my friends, I call you my bonus mum. You mean that much to me."

You hold Jackson tighter and cry a little more. The two of you sit there for a little while holding each other. Eventually, the both of you stand up and Jackson goes into his room and you go into yours and take a shower. After your shower you put your pajamas on and lay in bed. No book, no tv, no phone, you just lay on your side replaying everything that happened in your head as a few tears fall from your eyes.

A little more than an hour after Sofia stormed out, you hear the door open and close. You hear her toss her keys in the bowl and you hear her footsteps coming up the stairs.

She walks into the bedroom and you look up. She looks like shit, her mascara is under her eyes, her eyes are bloodshot, red and puffy. The two of you look at each other for a moment. It's annoying how beautiful she looks, even when she's been crying. Her green eyes look brighter against the red in her eyes, her lips still look so soft and kissable, even when she's pouting. You love her, but fuck what she said hurt.

"I don't really know what to say." She says, breaking the silence. You look down at your pillow as a few more tears escape and you try to wipe them away. "I am so sorry." Looking back up, you see that her eyes are squeezed shut and her knuckles are practically white from holding her hands so tightly. "You were right, about everything, and I didn't listen." She opens her eyes and tears run down her cheeks.

Sofia takes a few steps into the room until she's standing at the edge of the bed. You sit up and stare at her.

"Sofia-"

"Please," she says, cutting you off. "Please let me finish." You nod your head and she takes a deep breath in and exhales. "You've been trying to tell me, for months, about your concerns about Jackson and all I was able to see was an athlete, someone who could excel, who could win Nationals, get the best scholarship to the best university. I didn't see my son. I didn't see his pain, his exhaustion, how he tried so hard to make me proud but I never showed him that it was enough. You did, you saw him hurting and you tried to tell me, you tried to be there for him and I stopped you every chance I got. You were right, about everything and I am so sorry. I know what you're going to say, and yes, I will have this conversation with him as well. But I need to tell you how wrong I was to say those things I said. You mean so much to him, you were a far better mum to him these last few months than I've been. I am so sorry, I was so blinded, you tried to tell me and I just couldn't see it, I wouldn't. I realized how hard I've been on the both of you, I've been so distant, angry, stressed. I treated the two people I love more than anything in the world like absolute shit and I am so, so sorry my love." Sofia breaks down and starts crying, she presses the heels of her hands into her eyes to stop the tears and breaks down. "I was so awful to you, and all you did was try to watch out for my son the way I was supposed to. I treated you like shit and you still loved me through it all and I can't understand why."

As the tears run down your cheeks, you can't bear to see her like this. Yes of course you were hurt, but her apology meant a lot and all you wanted to do was hold her. Sitting up more, you walked on your knees across the bed and wrapped your arms around Sofia. She cried into you and you cried into her. Her hands left her face and she wrapped her arms around your waist, one of your hands cradled the back of her head and the other rested in between her shoulder blades.

"I love you, so much y/n. I was so awful to you and I regret it so much. I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you, but please, please don't leave me." Sofia completely breaks down in you arms and she sits on the edge of the bed.

The two of you hold each other and cry for a little while. No words are spoken, the air only filled with the sound of you both crying as you hold each other tightly.

Sofia is the one who pulls away first. The hand you had cradling the back of her head slides to cup her cheek and you wipe away her tears with your thumb.

"Baby," you say softly, "you hurt me, a lot. Over the last few months and tonight, especially tonight. I'm not going to pretend that I was okay or wasn't shattered by what you said, because I wasn't okay, I felt completely broken." Tears fall down Sofia's cheeks faster and you wipe them away. "But I know that isn't who you are. I know you've been stressed and overwhelmed, it doesn't excuse it, but I know the woman I love is still in there, and she's worth sticking around for. I love you, so much. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

Sofia holds you tight and cries into you again. When she pulls away she looks deeply into your eyes.

"I love you, y/n, more than I've ever loved anyone. I am going to do anything and everything it takes to make it up to you, I promise, I'm going to make it right."

"I know you will baby, but before you make it right with me, you have to make it right with Jackson. He's been hurting much more than I have and for much longer, go talk to him."

Sofia nods and you pull her in, your lips softly colliding with hers for a gentle, passionate kiss. When you pull away you wipe a few more of her tears away and she nods at you and goes to talk to Jackson.

After their conversation, Sofia comes back into the bedroom and lays down next to you. She wraps her arms around you and pulls you close, resting her head in the crook of your neck.

"How did it go?"

"Better than I expected. I expected him to tell me to piss off. But he didn't. He listened, he told me how he's been feeling, how you've been trying to check in with him, making sure he was okay the entire time. He told me how much I hurt him, how he so badly wanted to make me proud but nothing he did seemed to be enough for me. Fuck I felt like such a failure as a mum, but he forgave me. He told me he understood why I was doing what I was doing, I genuinely thought he still loved it. I did, and since he wasn't biologically mine, to have something we both loved, the fact that he shared my passion, it brought us so close together. But I took it too far, I need to let him figure out who he is."

"I'm proud of you baby." You say, kissing her hair.

Sofia looks up at you with wonder in her eyes.

"How do you not possibly hate me after everything I've done?"

"Because I know you, the real you that you keep buried inside." You say, poking at her chest. "And that woman is amazing, flawed like the rest of us, but she's an incredible mum, and an incredible partner. You got lost there for a minute babe, but I knew you were going to see the light. I'm still hurt, but I also still love you so much."

"I don't know what I ever did to deserve you." Sofia says, pulling back a little to look into your eyes. She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek. "I love you."

Sofia pulls you in for a kiss, it's soft and gentle, but filled with so much love and passion.

Of course you were deeply hurt by what she said, but you know deep down, that isn't who she is and you know that she's going to do everything she possibly can to make it up to both you and Jackson.

That night the two of you fall asleep in each others arms. Both of you were exhausted from the days events but at the end of the day you know how much she loves you, and that you also love her so much. It may take some time to repair the damage, but you know your relationship will be stronger than ever when it's all fixed.

[comingyourlugubriousness]

Happy Birthday Yume Ume: Personal Story (Part 3/3)

Part: 1 / 2 / 3

Leona: Finally, the last question is “If you were to join any dorm other than the Ramshackle or Ignihyde, which dorm would you choose?”

Yume: *quickly, and matter of factly* Scarabia.

Leona: *smirk* Oh? Two in a row? Don’t let Radish sprout hear that.

Yume: *pouting* Shut up, it's not like that! It’s just…ALL THE OTHER CHOICES ARE SO MUCH WORSE!

Leona: *eyes widen at sudden outburst, before lowering again*

Yume: *ranting* You think I wanna deal with the Queen of Hearts dumb rules, or wake up at 6AM for spell drive drills?! 

Leona: It’s 6:30.

Yume: *ignoring his interruption* Honestly I don’t mind the Octavinelle dorm vibes itself; but I would rather DIE than live with Azul as a dorm leader; or have Vil breathing down my back 24/7 about my diet and health, uh- yeah-no thanks-!

Yume: *sighs, mumbling* And no offense to Diasomnia but their weird vibes make me feel like an outsider…

Leona: *Makes a vague noise of approval* 

Yume: Ignihyde would definitely be ideal, but since I can’t pick them Scarabia seems like the best choice. *shrug* I get along well with almost everyone and the dorm's mindset is something I agree with.

Leona: Mindfulness, careful deliberation, planning, considering all your options.*hums* Yeah that’s you to a fault. *crosses his arms, smugly* Maybe you should be there instead of Ignihyde?

Yume: *Immediately shutting it down.* No thanks, I can only take so many banquets and parties before I become exhausted.

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Bonus question!

Yume: C’mon that last one was too easy, give me another one!

Leona: I’m only contractually obligated to ask two questions.

Yume: Boo~! *whining* C’monnnnn~!

Leona: Augh! Fine, *muttering* snot nosed brat…

Leona: If you could pick any student from Night Raven College to be your sibling, who would you choose? Other than your own siblings.

Yume: *surprised at the question* Huh…oh! Well that’s easy there's already a couple people here besides my brothers, that I consider siblings. *smiles* Like Ortho of course and- *they stop suddenly, seeming to have realized something.*

Leona:...And? 

Yume: A-ah, nevermind, just Ortho. *they seem slightly embarrassed suddenly*

Leona: *raises eyebrow* You're the one who wanted to be asked this question and now you're being secretive?

Yume: Oh well… *they purse their lips and cross their arms in though* *They laugh.* To be honest I’m not sure how this person would react to the idea and…it’s something I never really thought of until now. So, for now, I think I better just keep it to myself.

Leona: *slowly* How they would react…?

Yume: …

Leona: **realizes, his ears stick up** 

Leona: Hmph… *his tail flicks behind him. He looks away.* Well I’m sure they probably would care…but whatever let's move on. *He seems slightly stunned, but not unhappy.*

Yume: Oh man, wait I forgot. This part’s gonna suck isn’t it? *sigh.* Is it at least gonna be tasty?

Leona: *smirk* Guess you’ll find out. *winding up his arm* Are you gonna take your glasses off?

Yume: *dramatically, with grin* No, I’ll take it like a man.

Leona: Heh, suit yourself. *grins back. Leona pulls back his arm and throws. A breaking noise follows.*

The end! It was fun to write this but it took me a while! I find it hard to write dialogue without much description because I feel like so many things get said through actions and body language! Yume and Leona's relationship is fun and complex to write. In my mind, they both feel a sibling bond, but neither of them are really willing to admit it out loud. So it becomes this unspoken understanding over time. I think its a complicated feeling for both of them in different ways. In particular for Leona because in his life he hasn't had a good relationship with his actual sibling.

I hope you guys enjoy it. I'm working creatively on a couple different things but I also have a lot of big complicated events going on in my life right now. So sorry for the slow posts. I appreciate everyone who comments or leaves tags <333!

[jennafur03]

How has the Gay Joke not been made yet?

So it is currently one in the morning while I am writing this, so don't come at me for how bad this is going to be, but I just need to ask: How has nobody made the gay joke yet for Buck and Eddie?

Now listen, I am aware that the gay jokes for guys and girls are vastly different. Like two girls hang around each other all the time and they are just best friends. If two boys hang around each other all the time (eh hem, Buck and Eddie) then it is irregular and therefore gay/bromance.

We all know that Buck and Eddie are pushing the line when it comes to just bromance, so why has the joke not been made?

We have had a few instances of the fourth wall almost being broken---especially by Maddie---as a means to jab at the readers. (Personally, I will never get over the "Are we the last ones to have kids?" like come on.) We have gotten moments like those, but we have yet to get a literal gay joke.

What I mean by a literal gay joke is like someone saying, "You two are basically married, you may as well date." or "Oh my god just kiss already." etc. Now correct me if I am wrong but I can't think of a single moment like that.

Now I know that with my own friends, these jokes are always being made. They are never serious, and they are never meant to be. So it is just so weird that nobody has commented yet.

I saw a post on here that speculated how much of Buck and Eddie's canon relationship the other characters actually know about. Like do they know about the will? Do they know about the constant hanging out outside of work? Because if not that could explain it, but we don't see a lot of what happens in these characters' everyday lives so could we assume that they already know?

Because if they do, where are the jokes from Hen and Chimney? The two are never afraid to tease and laugh at others' expense.

I feel like this whole situation just plays further into my narrative that the writers are queerbaiting. Because sure, they will make small jokes every once in a while, but they haven't made a full gay joke.

If they made a full gay joke the accusations of queerbaiting would go from accusations to facts. So I am saying, the day that we finally get some Buck and Eddie gay jokes in the show I will be expecting Buck and Eddie to go canon.

So yeah, my conclusion is that they haven't made the joke yet because they are too scared to get accused of queerbaiting already.

A/N: Hey guys, thought I would make this super quick to get back into Tumblr! I know it's not much and it's super thrown together, but I kind of like it. But seriously the day I see a super gay joke about Eddie and Buck it is on like donkey kong. I'm gonna immediately assume they are getting together soon. Let me know if yall have any hot takes about Buddie I can comment on because it is like my favorite thing to do! Oh on that note, please don't put any hot takes about the actors, I am not comfortable talking about that. The only thing I would consider doing is "How much of Buddie is the actors and how much is the script?" Something mundane like that. So yeah let me know if you enjoyed please, and have a good night because it is literally one in the morning right now help me god.