#i think you guys saw the one guy who was nice to them and clung to it even tho its so dry and like idk ?

[milo-igidk]

breaking my slience i rlly dont like the dadwin hc

[seungfl0wer]

*Chan Calling You Clingy*

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader (GN)

Warnings: none? I mean arguing and cursing? Not proof read

The way this one sounds like it could be real hurts me even more not gonna lie

This is part of a series Find the other members here:

Bangchan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

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Your boyfriend and you had just arrived in Australia. He had brought you to spend sometime with him and his family. It wasn’t often that he had time to himself it was almost unheard of though that he had time to be able to visit his home and family. This was not the first time you had met his family. You and Chan had been dating for a few years now. They treated you like family and you were comfortable around them. Chan was able to get 4 whole days here with his family and it made you so very happy to see him be able to spend time with them.

You followed him around a lot while you were there, although you were comfortable around his family it still made you nervous to be without Chan. His sister who was out in the US with friends had told you about a good food spot there that she said “you totally had to eat at before leaving.”

You asked Chan about it when you got there and he told you “you guys would stop there at some point.” The time was winding down really wanting to stop by you asked him again. He just basically sighed “babe we will” his voice low. He sounded grumpy for some reason you stared at him for a second before asking him what was wrong. He rolled his eyes “nothing y/n” he said getting up to grab his drink. He’s seemed irritated all day today and you don’t know what was wrong. Did you do something? Did someone say something?

You didn’t wanna press, you laid your head on his shoulder only for him to move it making you move your head. You looked confused offended even. What was his problem? Why the fuck won’t he talk to you about it. He looked at you “can you just leave me alone” he hissed. He got up walking to his window to look outside. His mom and dad had went to the store quick to grab a few things for lunch.

“Channie what’s wrong?” You ask voice cracking a bit. “Y/n please” he said in almost a growl. You could feel he was angry but why? It was eating away at you before you kept at it “babe talk to me? What’s wrong? Did I do something?” You asked walking towards him. He spun around “y/n what part of leave me alone don’t you get? You’ve been so clingy the whole damn time I feel like I haven’t even had a chance to spend with my family. Can you just leave me alone!” He spat out his words running together.

He’s never raised his voice at you let alone yet at you like this. You could feel your eyes weld up with tears and you nod “fine I’ll leave you alone” you said before grabbing your bag heading out the front door. You walked to the park chan and you would frequently would go to. You went to play some music to calm you down a bit realizing you forgot your phone at the house. You sat there thinking you should go back for it deciding not to. Not wanting to see Chans dumb cute face right now.

You sat in one of the swings wiping your tears away. You sat there calming yourself down for a bit before going to a spot you two had dubbed as “your spot” it was a small spot covered by trees nice and shady. You laid down underneath it your mind just racing. Thinking about how you’ve been lately. You had kinda clung to him a lot while down here, feeling awkward a bit still not wanting to be alone at his house with his parents yet.

Chan had cooled down a bit he was about to text you but his parents came home. He went to help bring in groceries helping his mom put them away. “Y/n go for a walk?” His mom asked grabbing a pan out of the drawer. He tilted his head a bit as she continued “we saw he walking towards the playground you guys go to all the time.” He breathed out a bit and just nodded not wanting to get into what happened.

He headed back to his room to grab his phone to text you to come back for dinner.

Chan ran, he ran as fast as he could. All the horrible scenarios raced through his head. He felt the tears building up as he ran. As he finally got to the park he frantically looked for you. God where were you! He couldn’t find you, his heart sank fearing the worst. Before remembering the little place you guys had a picnic here under the trees.

He raced to the spot his eyes widened as he saw you lying under it. He felt at ease a bit finally finding you. You had fallen asleep under the trees you looked so pretty but yet so sad with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.

He softly rubbed your shoulder trying not to scare you awake. “Babe wake up” he said softly. Your eyes fluttered awake bringing your hand up to wipe at them. Trying to focus your eyes and wake yourself up you stared up only to be met with Chans gaze. You sat up looking around forgetting you had come to the park “did I fall asleep” you asked rubbing your head.

Chan almost full on tackled you wrapping his arms around you pulling you to him. “Y/n I’m so sorry for what I said to you” he said burring his face into your shoulder. “I brought you here to spend time with me and my family and all I did was be an asshole.” He said his voice sounded so sad, cracking in parts. He sniffled as he tried to choke back his tears “I shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m just sad we have to leave. It’s so hard for me to leave.” He stuttered “I hate that I only get to visit so little. I want to spend more than a few measly days with my family you know? It’s all I ever get. The others get to see their families why can’t I”

At this point he was sobbing into the crook of your neck. You’ve never really seen him cry it’s normally only a few tears before he pushes it away. He doesn’t show this side very often not wanted to seem weak. But here he was crying so hard on your shoulder.

You rubbed the back of his head as you let him cry it out. He started to calm down a bit “Chan I’m sorry if I took away time with your family.” You said still rubbing the back of his head. He shook it no “no no don’t say that you’re part of our family now. I’m sorry for the way I acted you didn’t deserve that.” He pulled away from you wanting to look at your face. He places a hand on the side of your face as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “You aren’t clingy by the way, I just said it while I was mad. I know it won’t take away the hurt but please don’t make it make you pull away. I love how you are and I’d never change anything about you.”

His eyes searched your face only to be met with a small stream of tears “I just don’t wanna be to clingy to the point I push you away either.” You said through tears. “You won’t I promise you. I promise you my love. You will never push me away. You’re stuck with me remember?” He said tapping his finger at the promise ring he got you a few months ago “I’m not going anywhere.” He said before pulling you into him. “I love you angel” he said kissing your cheek. “And I love you too” you said whipping away the tears.

He helped you up giving you a big long hug before heading home to the delicious lay out of food his parent had just got done preparing. You headed to the bedroom to find your phone with all his messages. “Babe I’m sorry I never responded to you. I left my phone here” you said with puppy dog eyes looking at him. “It’s ok my love, I’m just happy you’re safe.”

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[thecordelialetters]

I’ll love you in every multiverse I Five Hargreeves x Reader

WC: 1,791

Post Apocalypse Au! ( Yes Im writing another one )

Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Summary: The Umbrella’s can understand jumping through time and all its rules, yeah fuck with the timeline and it’ll fuck you right back. But what happens when a portal opens up in the middle of the academy and outfalls a girl who claims to be Five’s wife from a different universe.

Disclaimer: This takes place after season one if Viktor didn’t blow up the moon.

The Umbrella Academy had saved the world from its supposed end. The siblings had lounged around the academy slowly letting reality set that they had avoided their demise. It was the next morning when each of them woke up to check their surroundings, making sure that doomsday wasn’t there.

Five went downstairs for his morning coffee when he saw Allison scrolling for flights on her phone and Klaus checking where was the next place he could buy drugs.

“Leaving so soon?” He questioned.

Allison looked up at him although happy to see her brother, guilty because he was right.

“I have to go see my daughter. After everything that has happened I need her now just as much as she needs me.”

Five nodded his head, understanding where she was coming from, although a little irked she wasn’t wasting any time running away.

A loud zap was heard and wind swirled toward the top of the room. A red portal had opened above the living room. The rest of the siblings (Luther, Viktor, Diego) had rushed down to see what the loud noise was. It was deja vu, like when Five had returned for the first time. In the portal, they could see a fight happening. Figures that had looked like them in a place that looked like their home. A woman’s back came close to the portal, they could see she was in combat but stood observing. Another man who they couldn’t identify, rushed forward and pushed the woman through the portal.

A girl who looked to be in her early twenties had fallen through. Her face was covered in soot, her hair black as night, and her eyes closed in pain. She was wearing a navy body suit that clung to her figure, and blood, not her own, stained the fabric.

The Hargreeves gathered around to observe this strange phenomenon trying to assess the danger. They were so used to people being against them, so why would this time be different.

You coughed loudly before sitting up, and each sibling tensed with adrenaline. The girl looked around the room with blazing blue eyes before she landed on the youngest Hargreeves.

“Five?” you questioned.

Everyone turned to look at Five.

Luther spoke up first, “You know her?”

“I have never met her in my life.” Five retorted.

The girl dusted off her suit before standing. “Well if you never met me, you either will meet me or I’m dead in this universe.”

“The names y/n , y/n Hargreeves.”

“I don’t remember our father adopting anyone else,” Diego said. He raised his knives, carefully ready to strike at any move she would make.

“That’s because I wasn’t adopted into this family. Married actually.” And with this, she held up her left hand, a beautiful diamond ring shone in the light with a gold band beneath it. The diamond was embellished with 2 smaller emeralds on the side, perhaps representing her lover’s eyes.

“Married? To who.” Viktor questioned.

“To him.” She looked back at Five.

“Well not to him, an alternate version of him. We met a few years ago and got married, nice seeing the family again,” she nodded her head towards the siblings.

“So what are you saying you guys are married in a different timeline?” Klaus asked.

“No, not a different timeline, a different universe.” She sat down on the couch.

Your brain felt like it was rattling against your skull, and your body ached. You took a minute to think. Fuck, it was going to be difficult to get back to your Earth, and to make things better you had no idea where to start.

“Alright before you all start firing questions at me, someone get me a cup of coffee, black please.” You threw a jacket that hung over the couch on you to hide the state of your clothes. "Allow me," The alternate of your husband said. Five quickly blinked the two of you into the car and began to drive, leaving his brothers and sisters dumbfounded. "So you and I, are married in another multiverse."

"Correct." "You look to be about my age, how come I haven't met you yet here." Surely he would remember someone as beautiful as you. "Well it's as I said, my version here could be dead or you might not have met her yet. That being said although 18 out of the 20 multiverses I have visited, we are together." "And the other two?" "In Earth 216, we are strangers, never have crossed paths, and never will. We simply live our lives with other people." Five's eyebrows furrowed. For some reason even if he didn't know you, he didn't like the idea of you with someone else. "In Earth 894, we were madly in love but our egos destroyed us, and we were never the same since." Five could tell there was more to that story but didn't press any further. "So tell me about us, how did we end up together." "I was Diego's friend first, he and I met in the police force. Diego kinda took me under his wing as I was the youngest graduate out of the academy. Perks of having a high IQ." Five raised his eyebrow at that. "Anyways, he invited me over after your father's funeral. " "Long story short, you fell in love with my charms and I was the only one who could tolerate you. We got married not too long after. It was a small wedding but it's my most precious memory. Our families had gathered together at the church no too far away from here. You cried on our wedding day by the way." Inciting a side glare from Five.

"But...that's where we had some problems." "Do you remember when I fell out of that portal?" Five nodded his head remembering seeing a fight in the alternate dimension. "Well, apparently some of the 43 are not too happy about their powers, nor happy about living among the common people, they believed themselves superior and it became chaos." The two of you arrived at Griddys. Five walked over to the side of your door and opened it for you. "Thank you, darling." You said with a smile. Five's heart spiked at the nickname. He shook his head at the feeling, obviously, it's just what you were used to calling YOUR Five. The two of you sat at the counter and ordered your coffees and sweets. You signed before pulling out a small stack of photos from inside your suit. "This is us and your family." The photo was a picture of you and Five on your wedding day. Five had never looked so happy. Beside him was Luther who he assumed was his best man, next to him was Viktor, Diego, and a man who looked like you. You must have caught his staring, "That's my brother Damien." He nodded and looked beside you. You were wearing a long white dress with intricate lacing, the dress was strapless with a square neckline and had a small slit on the side. Your veil was flipped over your head and flowed down your back. Beside you, was Allison as your maid of honor and two other women who he assumed were your friends. You weren't looking at the camera but at him. The next picture you gave him was a close-up of the two of you. You were the one taking the photo. His alternate self was older and had longer hair and facial hair, but he faced your side kissing your cheek affectionately. "This is my favorite photo of you." You handed him another photograph but this one didn't have you in it. This one was a picture of just Five and in his arms a little girl. She looked like you. Five gulped, a million questions ran through his head. Could this... could this have been his future if he didn't make that stupid jump? You said that not all multiverses are the same, you and him could never meet in this one. But that didn't stop his heart from hurting at the thought of missing out on a life of happiness because of his arrogance. "Before you jump to conclusions, she's not ours. She's my niece that we were babysitting. You just looked so sweet with her. You had always told me you wanted kids before but I wasn't ready." You had looked away sadly. In your home, Five always wanted to settle down and raise a family of his own, but you felt like you weren't ready. Now you regretted not because you weren't sure if you would ever be able to get back home. The two of you sat in silence drinking your coffee, both thinking about the what-ifs. "So...how did you end up here. I've been able to time travel but I've never thought about the possibility of multi-dimensional traveling." "As I said there was a fight between us, your family, and some of the 43. They called themselves the Ascendants. Believe to be the superior race." You took a deep breath before continuing. "The Ascendants had a man who could travel the multiverse with his own power, no special gear or machine need. We had planned to capture him but miscalculated. He was ready for us and he aimed to take out me, his biggest threat."

You took another breath before looking into Five's eyes. "I can warp reality. It is essentially in the name. I can manipulate reality itself, altering the fabric of existence according to my will." "But not without a cost," you continued. "Each time I control something, and the bigger it is, the more of my life force I use." Five sat in silence. This was a lot of information to take in. "So what now. How do I help you get back home." "I have...no clue. You were always the smarter one of the two of us. You were the one who had built the machine, of course before it was destroyed when Viktor took out the house." You sighed. It was going to take a lot of research and time to figure it out. "Well, I'm newly retired and have nothing on my plate so let's start at the library." He hopped off the stool and made his way to the door. "You coming?" He said turning to look at you. You smiled, he was a great man. Even if this Five wasn't your husband you loved him no matter what. You ran up looping your arm in his making your way out of Griddy's. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ Pt 2 of this story is out now!

Author's note: I got tons of drafts just full of ideas I've had and never gone through with. I've been rewatching the MCU films and Spiderverse so that was kinda my inspiration for this one. If you like my work check out my other Five stories here! I also always appreciate comments and feedback! It definitely keeps me going. She's my Angel Pt1. Shes my Angel Pt2.

[passionwillow]

Be Mine - David “Deacon” Kay

I had too much fun with this and it was way longer than I expected. 😭 I hope the sweet anon who requested this enjoys!

Summary: You’re a babysitter for David “Deacon” Kay’s kids, and Deacon decided he wants you to be more than that.

Warnings: Smut. 18+! Age gap, reader is mid-late twenties and Deacon is 47. Race inclusive and plus sized reader inclusive.

You hugged the crying child to your chest and gently rocked her, the dim light from the little girls princess lamp filling the bright pink bedroom.

Victoria clung to your blue hoodie and sniffled quietly, and you kissed the top of her head before laying her back down, pulling her pink comforter over her and smiling softly. "Did the bad dream go away, honey?"

The little girl looked up at you and nodded, and you smiled as you gave her one of her teddy bears and kissed her head. "Now remember. As long you as you have Mr. Teddy there, nothing can hurt you. I won't let the monsters get you either."

Victoria looked up at you with wide eyes and nodded seriously, and you had to try and hide your grin as she clung tighter to the bear. You leaned down and kissed her forehead before getting up, turning back to the door way to leave and smiling when you saw Deacon standing there. You hadn't even heard him come home.

You'd been babysitting for David Kay for almost 10 months now. You were best friends with Jim Street and after quiting your last job, needed something to tide you over.

Annie had left Deac and the kids unexpectedly around that time, and he was reeling from hurt and confusion, and had 4 kids now he had to try and care for on his own. Street introduced the two of you and you were happy to help him. The pay was generous, the kids were all sweethearts, and it didn't hurt that he was gorgeous.

Old enough to be your father? Sure. But it didn't hurt to look. Not to mention he was always nice to you. He'd have you stay for dinner with him and the kids, and he always lended a helping hand when something broke at your house, or you just needed someone to confide in about your own struggles. Two parents with poor health was hard on you, and he always lended a shoulder to lean on.

You walked over to him and smiled in greeting, looking back over your shoulder to where Victoria was already fast asleep, burrowed under her pink blanket. Deacon gazed at his daughter with so much affection it warmed your heard, gently taking your arm and guiding you out of the bedroom, quietly closing the door.

"She have a bad dream again?" His voice was quiet as he led you down the hallway, making his way down the stairs and heading for the kitchen. You followed his long stride and nodded, speaking more freely once you guys were away from the kids doors.

"Yeah, it's the same one every time. A man in this closet." You sat down at the island in the middle of the kitchen, watching Deacon grab two beers from the fridge before sitting next to you, handing you one as he smiled. "You handled it pretty well. Even I can't get her calmed down that quick." You took the beer with a quiet thank you and sipped it, smiling at his words and shrugging.

"I remember what it was like, being a kid and being scared. I think it's more she just wants someone with her. Doesn't like being in there alone." Deacon rested his elbows on the countertop and listened, his brown eyes on you as he nodded. "Well you do a great job. Not just her- all of the kids. They've been a lot happier since you came around."

You felt a blush warm your cheeks as you smiled, ducking your head and picking a string off your black leggings, shrugging. "I just treat them like I would my own. I love them, a lot. They're the sweetest kids, and you're a pretty alright boss." You looked back up at him and grinned, and you were surprised to see Deacon actually grin in return.

He bumped his shoulder into yours, and you laughed lightly before sipping your beer, turning to face him on the stool and holding the beer in your lap. "I mean it, you know. These kids are amazing, and I love being here with them. I know you worry about how much time it takes from me, but.. I don't really have anything else I'd rather be doing."

Deacon kept his eyes on yours as he listened to your words, turning to face you and bumping his knees into yours, his face softening as he smiled and nodded to your words. "I can tell how much you love them. I see it every time you interact with them. And it means a lot that they.. Have someone to look up to you like you. They love you a lot too, you know."

Deacons words warmed your heart and you couldn't stop the grin that spread over your face, looking down at the bottle in your lap. 'I'm happy to hear that."

Deacon watched you with a smile and hesitated, a conflict happening in his head you weren’t even aware of. He leaned forward and rested his hand on your knee, the touch soft as his thumb stroked gently over your leg. “The kids aren’t the only ones happy you’re here. I am too.”

Your skin heated at his touch and you hoped he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating now. You glanced at his hand on your leg, his strong hands surprisingly gentle and Christ, why were his hands even attractive?

You lifted your gaze to his and blushed, eyes unable to leave his brown ones as you smiled, his expression one of sincere gratitude and.. Something else you couldn’t make out.

The two of you stayed like this for a moment, his hand on your knee and your eyes locked together, Deacon trying to judge your expression and if you were even interested in him, like he was you.

You bit your lip instinctively and Deacons gaze dropped your mouth, his beer abandoned on the counter as he leaned in ever so slightly, his eyes holding a million questions as he looked at you, your stomach doing flips.

A thrill ran through you as you realized what he was looking for, some sort of sign that you wanted him to close that gap, were praying for it. You couldn’t help but lean in as well, and Deacon took the signal, closing the gap and pressing his lips into yours.

His hand left your knee as both came up to cradle your face, surprisingly gently and soft, giving you the opportunity to pull back if you wanted to.

No chance in hell of that.

His scruff scratched at your mouth as you kissed back happily, somewhat eager, your hands holding his wrists as his lips moved softly with yours. You almost didn’t notice him move off the stool, his knee gently nudging your legs apart so he could stand between them, towering over you now as he pulled back.

You followed his lips before finally sitting back, your eyes bright and cheeks pink as you looked up at him, his own eyes shining as he studied your expression, relaxing when he found no sign of regret. “That wasn’t.. very professional of me, was it?”

You couldn’t help but grin at his words, biting back a laugh as you squeezed his wrists, his hands still holding your face. “Maybe not, but.. I enjoyed it.” He matched your grin and leaned back in, kissing you with more enthusiasm as his hands moved. One hand slid into your hair, holding the back of your head as the other moved to your waist, anchoring you to him as he kissed you with so much affection it made your heart skip.

Your lips molded to his with enthusiasm, moving your hands to his chest and gently grabbing at his shirt as he guided you to stand, shifting you until he had you pressed up against the counter.

His toned body pressed into yours, his hips pinning you to the counter as you moaned slightly into his mouth. His tongue flicked over your bottom lip, asking permission to taste you.

You opened up willing to him, tongue brushing his and moaning faintly as he pressed harder into you, his hips grinding into yours. You pushed back eagerly and hummed at the friction, Deacon pulling back to kiss and bite at your neck, breathing quick as he ground harder into you. Your core tingled and you clenched around nothing, your wetness already starting to soak your panties.

"Shit-.. Y/N, babygirl." Your eyes slid closed as you melted into him, biting back a moan as his teeth dug into the pulse point of your neck, your voice soft and trembling. "David.. Deac. Please." He pulled back and looked down at you, eyes dark and full of lust, licking his lips. "Are you sure?"

You nodded quickly and tugged at his shirt, Deac smiling at your approval and taking your hand, leading you back through the living room and up the stairs. You tried not to be obvious as you stared at the bulge in his pants, your core tingling as you followed up the stairs to his bedroom.

He tugged you into his room and nudged the door closed with his boot, pulling you back in and pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. His hands slipped under your hoodie as he moved blindly to the bed, pulling back enough to pull off your top.

He let out a throaty groan as he eyed your chest, nothing underneath your hoodie but you black bra. His eyes found yours in the dim room and he gently pushed you down on the bed, pulling off his own shirt before crawling over you, covering your body with his own. His lips latched back onto your neck and you knew you'd have a hickey by the morning. Or multiple.

You wrapped your arms around him and slid a hand into his silver locks, tugging slightly as you moaned at his bites, hips bucking to grind into his. "De-.. Please, I need you." You felt his smile against your neck and looked up at him as he pulled back, sitting up between your legs and grabbing the waistband of you legs, tugging them down and off in one smooth motion. He eyed your black panties and hooked a finger in the waistband, tugging gently and letting it snap back against your skin.

You jumped slightly at the sting and matched his grin, lifting your hips so he could pull them down. He tossed them comically over his shoulder and eyed your glistening core, cursing softly under his breath. "Fuck, baby.. You look so fucking good."

You blushed and sat up, pressing soft kisses to his chest as you undid his belt buckle, tugging at the leather and mumbling. "Wanna feel you." He ran his hand through your hair and tugged gently as you nipped at his skin, his breathing picking up as he mumbled. "All yours, baby."

You tugged his belt loose and popped the button, looking up into his eyes as you pushed his jeans and briefs down, freeing his cock. Deacon bit his lip and tightened his grip in your hair, a soft groan slipping past his lips as you gently grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly.

Deacons eyes closed as his hips thrust slightly into your fist, swearing softly before gently pushing you back on the bed, getting up and pushing his jeans and briefs off the rest of the way. "I can't wait."

You laid back against the pillows and grinned as you watched him, eagerly wrapping your legs around his waist as he crawled back over you. The tip of his cock nudged your entrance as he kissed over your chest, hand slipping under you and unclasping your bra, tugging it off and throwing it blindly behind him.

You arched up into his mouth with a soft whine, Deacon smiling against your skin and looking back up at you, voice tinged with need. "Are you sure you want this?" His concern sent a wave of affection over you, and you nodded quickly as he smiled and pressed his lips to yours, cock easing into you.

The stretch from his cock sent a jolt of pain and pleasure up your spine, and you moaned against his lips. He nipped at your bottom lip and pulled back, eyes on yours as he cursed. "Jesus, you're so fucking tight."

Your cheeks heated at his words, and your legs tightened around his hips as he eased further into you, your wetness soaking his shaft. You moaned loudly and Deacon pressed his lips to yours, silencing you as he pushed further, the delicious burn causing your back to arch.

"Shh, baby.. Just a little more." You whimpered at his words and dug your nails into his back, clawing as he fit into you with a throaty moan, his forehead on your shoulder. Both of you panted as he stilled, giving you time to adjust to his size. His eyes found yours in the dim room and he nudged your cheek with his nose, voice low. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You blushed at his words and kissed along his stubbled jaw, nipping and mumbling. “Baby- move. Please.” He smiled at your request and eased out of you, pushing back in with a grunt and beginning to thrust slow and steady.

You tightened your legs around his hips and whimpered, both of you now tangled up in his bed. His hips met yours with a soft smack and your panting breaths and moans mixed in the air, both of you trying to keep quiet for the kids sleeping in the house.

It wasn’t long before both of you were coming undone, your walls fluttering around his cock as you bit down on his shoulder, cumming with a muffled moan.

Deacon kept his pace steady, thrusting through your orgasm as his own approached, groaning deeply as his nails dug into your hip. “Fuck, baby.. Where do you..” His question hung in the air and you whimpered at the overstimulation, thighs trembling and toes curling.

“In me. C-Cum inside me.” His gaze darkened and he thrust into you deeper and harder, slamming in suddenly and cumming undone with a moan. You moaned weakly at the feel of him filling you, eyes rolling back as his forehead fell to your shoulder.

You both went slump into the bed, Deacon slipping out before laying beside you and closing his eyes, arm over his forehead. You caught your breath and looking over at him, Deacon already gazing at you with caution. Like you might have regretted it.

You smiled reassuringly and rolling over, snuggling into his side and kissing his cheek. “I hope this means I’m getting a promotion.” You grinned teasingly and stroked his cheek, and Deacon laughed, kissing your forehead. “You definitely did.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

How about Fellow and Gidel staying at the Ramshackle dorm? There's plenty of room, might as well let someone in need use it.

(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ As long as they behave and be nice, of course.

(If they do anything suspicious, our ghost buddies are here to help!)

(Who knows, maybe Fellow could even join ghosts on their "selling NRC's mandragoras" thing. His charisma sure is useful)

So tell me, do you wanna go?

“You guys can stay over as long as you behave and be nice!”

That was the one and only condition you had set. Surely they can follow a single rule, you thought. Right?

Well, things started gone south at around lunchtime. Prior to then, Fellow and Gidel had either been lounging on the sofa or sticking their noses into every possible room, nook, and cranny. “Nice place you got here,” Fellow had commented. “Be sure to take good care of it.”

Then noon arrived, and with it, lunch. You were busy finishing a homework assignment when a shrill hiss met your ears. Grim, you realized, and he’s upset.

You set your homework aside and rushed to the source of the sound: the kitchen. “What’s wrong?! What happened?”

You were met with Grim, Gidel, and Fellow, all to the floor. They tugged on the same tuna can, yanking it back and forth, one side to the other.

“Uh… guys?”

Fellow gasped and leapt onto his feet, hands slapped behind his back, as if to conceal evidence of his act. Grim careened back from his released, rocketing into a wall. He desperately clung to his tuna can, even as he slumped from the impact.

“Hey there, kiddo! Done with your schoolwork so soon?” Fellow asked with an anxious chuckle.

“What were you doing just now?”

“What, us? We were lookin’ to grab some grub! Right, Giddie?”

Gidel nodded.

“Th-They ganged up on me and tried to take my tuna can!!” Grim wheezed. “I had to defend it with my life, yanno!”

Fellow maintained his grin, but not-so-subtly grinding the heel of one foot on Grim’s pronged tail.

“Mee-OUCH!!” he howled.

You sighed and rubbed your temples. “Listen, fellas. I know you’re my guests, and I’d love to have you over for a meal. Really, I would. Problem is, the headmaster only allots us a certain budget every month for groceries, and it just about cover the necessities for me and Grim.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have the resources to provide for two extra people. You can have a piece of fruit or bread or something, but I don’t know if I can do a full meal. I feel really bad, but the money’s tight this month.”

“Wh-What…!” Fellow caught his surprise and reeled it in. “Didn’t you say that you had three other roommates? What about them?”

“Oh, they’re…”

“Boo.”

There was a cold breath at his ear, the soft sound of an invader. A shiver radiated from Fellow’s neck, his fur standing on end. He robotically turned, stiffening when he saw a translucent hand grasping his shoulder and three pale faces returning his gaze.

“Heeheehee! Djdja call us?” the Ramshackle Ghosts chorused.

“H-HIIIIIIIIE!! G-G-GHOOOOOSTS!!!!” Fellow shrieked, jolting back in fear. (Gidel’s reaction was far more controlled, eyes swelling wide.)

“Myah?! H-He totally did a 180!” Grim gasped.

“Your new friend’s real jumpy,” Ghost B cackled. “Oh, this fella will be a hoot to have around.”

“Nice to meet ‘cha. Enjoy your stay, and don’t mind us!” Ghost A added. “We’ll just be floating around.”

“Hey. You guys finally decided to show up,” you said casually. “Heading out now?”

“Yup! Those mandrakes aren’t gonna harvest and sell themselves.” Ghost C exchanged a look with his spectral companions. “We’ll be back before dinner though.”

“Alright, see you then… Oh, wait. I have an idea.” You gestured to Fellow (who was still cowering) and Gidel (who stared at the ghosts curiously). “My guests could make do with some money too. Think they could join you for mandrake picking?”

They took one look at the shivering fur mound that was Fellow. Eerie grins crept onto their faces.

“Sure, why not?”

“O-Oi, oi, oi!!” Fellow hissed. “You’re not seriously gonna sell us out to your dead buddies, are you?“

“Gidel seems okay with it,” you noted, pointing. The cat boy had stumbled forward and was now trying to grasp onto Ghost C’s tail. “I guess he’ll go by himself then?”

His expression fell. “What!! No, he can’t…!”

“They’ll be good chaperones to him, promise.”

“That’s not the problem here! You can’t let a kid wander off with total strangers!! What kinda irresponsible adult does that?!”

Touché.

“Then sounds to me like you should go with him,” you suggested nonchalantly. “You know, as his guardian and all.”

“Grrrrr…! FINE!! L-Let’s get to pulling those screaming weeds then. I won’t say no to a job that pays!”

“Good, good. Happy to be workin’ with ya, fella.”

“It’s FELLOW Honest! Get it right, dammit!”

[voxboxturnedghost]

Would you be okay with doing a Adam x Fem reader? I need more possessive sex from Adam I can't help it

absolutely yes

warnings: nsfw. possessive sex. unprotected sex too, and he cums inside. we hate the drummer too.

- Adam loved his fangirls. He knew he fuckin rocked, but it was still so fuckin hot to hear them tell him that he rocked.

- You were his favourite fangirl in particular, always cheering him on, in your cute little homemade tees with his logo on.

- He hadn't yet had the chance to whisk you away backstage and show you something that he's even more skilled at than guitar. But he figured you'd wait for him, like the adoring little fangirl you are.

- That was, until he saw his band's drummer gettin all close n touchy with you at a meet n greet. Of course it was the fucking drummer, that fuckin dick. He couldn't help but feel a bit pissed. Of all the fans, he had to go and choose you? No! You were Adam's number one fan!

- That was when his brilliant, genius, amazing idea came to mind. He yanked a microphone from whoever the fuck, he didn't care,

"Announcement everyone! I have a fuckin' announcement to make so listen up! I'm gonna choose a toootally random person here today, and you get to spend the day with me! Fuckin' Adam!"

- It was not random at all.

- He immediately chose you.

- Fuck you drummer, whatever the fuck your name is.

- You were absolutely ecstatic. Sure the drummer was cool, but Adam? He was your dream guy. You found him so awesome, and jumped at the chance to spend some time with him.

- 'That's my girl. You fucking know who's best.' he couldn't help but think to himself.

- You spent the day at his place listening to him play guitar, and tell you allll about how awesome band life was, and just how awesome Adam was in general, to which you agreed.

- You briefly mentioned your encounter with the drummer, explaining how he had offered to take you out some time. Adam couldn't allow that, you were his girl!

- He needed to act fast.

- "Y'know Babe, I saw those cute little t-shirts you made for our last gig. I especially loved the ones with my logo on 'em." he started, before his voice quietened, "And I bet... if I were to take a little look under this jacket of yours... I'd see that tshirt, wouldn't I?" he asked, a knowing smirk on his face.

- Your face turned red with embarrassment. How did he know? You unzipped your jacket, showing off the homemade tee you wore, his logo proud and bold in the centre of your chest.

- "I fuckin' knew it." his grin was smug as fuck.

- He started off with a few light touches, grazing your thighs, moving upwards to your waist. "Y'know... you got a pretty nice pair on ya." he'd say, his eyes roaming over your chest for a moment.

- Before long, you had returned his gentle touches, which turned very quickly into a heated makeout session. You just couldn't resist him. (and I can't blame you)

- The kisses escalated into his hands groping at your chest while you clung to his shoulders.

- "You ready to have the best fuckin' night of your life?"

- As he got closer and touchier, he noticed a little bracelet around your wrist. A gift from the drummer in a pathetic attempt to convert you to a whatever-the-fuck-their-name-is-fangirl. He can feel his eye twitch slightly.

- "Let's just get this off." he says as he removes the bracelet. "You don't fuckin' need shit from that asshole. You got me, right?"

- When you both get to the main event, he is so fucking eager to touch you everywhere, get his hands on you and make you his, his girl.

- Hovers over you on the couch, not even knowing where to start. He needs you now.

- Soon enough, whatever pants or skirt you were wearing has been tossed across the room, underwear pulled to one side. But you're keeping that cute t-shirt of yours on. No fucking way is he missing out on fucking you while you wear that.

- He starts with his fingers, since he's gotta treat his pretty little fangirl right, doesn't he? Has you blushing and flustered and he thinks it's the cutest thing ever. He likes that only he will get to see that face.

- But once you're all prepared, his fingers now slick, he cannot wait to be inside you. And god his cock does not disappoint. He leans in, your foreheads almost pressed together. He loves the closeness, making that sweet blush spread across your face as he pushes his cock into you.

- That's when the fun starts, he starts off easy, since no doubt you're a cute little virgin who's been saving yourself for him. But while he starts off gentle and... almost romantic, that image of the drummer gettin too close with you flashes in his mind, and then his hips start to move faster.

- He's now grabbed you by the hips, moving your body in time with his thrusts, to push him even deeper, driving you absolutely wild. Your moans echo off the walls, and he revels in it.

- He can't help himself, and one hand slips under your homemade t-shirt to touch your tits again. What can he say? He loves a good pair of tits.

- The hickeys! My god, the hickeys. He leaves you covered. Everyone will know you are not up for grabs. He'll make sure of that. He's not quite used to feeling so possessive over someone, but you were special.

- It drives you crazy that he slows down, but his thrusts get deeper as he whispers filthy things into your ears. He has you twitching and panting beneath him, which in turn, drives him crazy.

- He then thinks of the perfect way to claim you as his.

- "You want my fucking cum?" he murmurs into your ear as you get closer and closer to cumming. You feel euphoric and dazed, nodding your head dumbly. He can't help but chuckle a little, proud at the state he's reduced you to.

- He makes sure all of it stays inside, keeping you plugged with his cock for a little bit, just letting you both stay in that position even after you've both came. You have another small makeout session as you both come down from it, and he just knows.

- You're always gonna be his girl.

[kathrahender]

This is the actual fic, the other post was the background story to understand this better. This is the second part (2/2), if you want to read the first part (1/2), read the previous post.

Eventually, Tom Kazanky and Pete Mitchell met in Top Gun, but they were a little more hostile towards each other. After all, Tom always saw Konstantin's hurt expression when people mentioned Duke Mitchell, and Pete always saw the pain and betrayal in Duke's eyes when he heard the name "Konstantin Kazansky". Iceman and Maverick's rivalry was similar to the movie, except that the hate they felt for each other was more obvious than in the movie. Their jokes actually meant to hurt the other, and every time they criticized the other, they were meaner than in the canon.

But- like in every Top Gun AU, Iceman became more compassionate after Goose's death, and although Iceman didn't like Mitchell's family, seeing how damaged Maverick was made him realize that he was hating Maverick for the wrong reasons. It wasn't because he was a bad pilot, it was because Duke was his father, and he couldn't stand that. But the pain in his eyes made him think Maverick didn't deserve to pay for Duke's bad actions. That's why he stood by his side. First he was just a teammate who supported him, but after Layton's mission, they became wingmen. The same year they decided to teach at Top Gun together, and they became more than allies or wingmen. They became friends.

At some moment, Maverick realize Iceman made him feel things he didn't feel with his past girlfriends, not even Penny or Charlie. When he saw Iceman at Top Gun, he couldn't help but smile. When Iceman smiled at him during a lesson, it warmed his heart. When some days Iceman decided to stay at his home, and he woke up screaming and crying in his bed, Iceman held him and it made him feel safe. Iceman was always there for him. To help him. To protect him. To catch him when he fell apart. Every time, Tom was there, saying with and without words "I'm here, I'm not going to leave you". So it wasn't a surprise when he realized he liked Iceman (or even loved because his feelings towards him were so intense).

Maverick repressed his feelings, because after all that happened between them, after all the rivalry, after Goose's death, and after Iceman supported him when he needed more help, he wouldn't bear losing him. He knew Iceman was straight, and if he told him he felt something for him, he would leave him, like everyone else (except his father). And he already lost his mother, Goose, Carole and Bradley. He couldn't lose Iceman too. What he didn't expect was how hard it would be to hold back his feelings. A lot of times he avoided Iceman, pretending he was busy with Top Gun's work, because he didn't want him to know the truth. How could he look at his face and say "I like you"? Iceman was his wingman and his friend, but nothing assured him that Iceman wouldn't leave him if he found out he was in love with a guy. Much less if he himself was that guy.

One day, in the afternoon, Iceman knocked at the door of his house, and although Maverick wanted to tell him to get out, he let him in. They stood silent for a moment, and Maverick expected Iceman yelling at him or being angry for ignoring him, but he didn't do that. He talked to him nicely, with a soft tone, like always. And he could deal with Iceman being angry, but Ice was there, looking at him with concern and pain, not forcing him to say anything, holding his arm or wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He got up to stay away from him, trying to hold back his emotions, because he couldn't bear it. It was Iceman's hand in his shoulder and him saying "I'm here for you, Mav, for anything" what broke him. He almost fell to the ground, nearly having a panic attack, but like always, Iceman was there to catch him, to comfort him. Maverick clung to him, as if he was a lifeline. He knew it was probably the last time Iceman would hug him, and he knew Iceman would abandon him, but during that moment, he imagined Iceman staying with him, he imagined he wouldn't be shattered in pieces after Tom left him.

After a few minutes, he slightly got away from Iceman, keeping his hands in his waist, while Iceman was holding his face in his hands, wiping away the tears. "What's happening, Pete?". Maverick closed his eyes, and he muttured, trembling. "I love you". Iceman got paralyzed, and Maverick felt tears in his eyes again "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Ice" he said. Before he could see Iceman looking at him with anger, hate or disgust, he went to his bedroom, but Iceman stopped him, hugging him from behind. "You idiot. You don't have to be sorry. You're not mentally ill and you're not disgusting, Maverick" he held him tighter, and when he heard the following Iceman's words, he sobbed. "I'm your wingman, Pete, I will never leave you. And I will always be here for you. I love you too, Mav"

After that, and even after knowing their life would be hard, they decided to be together. They only lived once, and they wouldn't be cowards and let go of each other. Although they would have to hide from the society, and act like friends in front of everyone, their life would be harder if they weren't dating.

Years later, when people knew the truth about Duke's "betrayal", and when the Navy finally allowed them to date people of their same gender, Iceman and Maverick could finally have their happy ending, and Duke and Konstantin couldn't be more happy for them, because their sons were enough strong and brave to fight for their love, and they succeeded.

Additional information about the fic.

Duke is still considered a traitor because Pete needs to be the same Maverick he was in the movie, and that can only happen if the name "Mitchell" still means "problems" and he is not accepted in Annapolis. He's seen as "the son of a traitor", that's why Goose is his only friend here too.

In this AU, Maverick's mother still dies (when he's... 10 years old more or less), so Pete is raised by his father. Almost the same thing happens to Iceman, because her mother also died when he was a kid.

Iceman doesn't have siblings. Sarah is one of his friends, but she isn't his biological sister.

When talking about people leaving Maverick, he mentioned Carole and Bradley because he is convinced they left him and not the place that reminded them of Goose (after Goose's death, Carole decided to move to another city because she couldn't bear being in Miramar without Goose. She didn't do that because she blamed Maverick for Goose's death and wanted to stay away from him)

With them having a happy ending, I mean them having a happy ending. So I'm just ggnna pretend that Top Gun Maverick's scene didn't happen.

[all-pacas]

Apologies if you have talked about this before but what do you think was Cameron's first husband like in termsof personality?

It's sooo hard to say, because we really have no idea. We don't even know his name!

I think the best glimpse we get of him is in Acceptance::

CAMERON: My husband — I met him just after he was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. If I hadn’t married him, he was alone. When a good person dies, there should be an impact on the world. Somebody should notice. Somebody should be upset.

And even that is much more what Cameron thought of him: that he was lonely. That he had no one else. That she needed to marry him or he'd be alone. We learn from Spin this isn't entirely true — he at least had a best friend who was pretty devoted — but this says a lot about Cameron's perceptions at least. He needed her. He was alone. (She pitied him. He needed her.)

We hear a tiny bit more about him in Spin:

CAMERON: I fell in love with my husband's best friend. Near the end I was at the hospital every day, and Joe would come by after work. We'd go for walks and try to talk each other through it. We kind of clung on to each other.

This, again, really says nothing about the Dead Husband as a personality, aside that he was so drugged up and out of it he couldn't comfort Cameron or keep her company, that she would escape his bedside and leaned on Joe for emotional support. We also get this exchange in Maternity:

FOREMAN: Look, I realize it’s tough to break bad news to family – CAMERON: Not as tough as hearing it. FOREMAN: And I guess being the poor guy dying is toughest of all? CAMERON: No. It’s easier to die than to watch someone die.

Which, again. She knew he was dying when they met. I love Cameron, but her marriage seemed remarkably… selfish. Self centered. She saw someone she felt was alone and in pain and married him. She felt her suffering was on some level greater than his own. It was hard to watch him die, she had to escape and spend time with Joe to cope. Her husband needed her. We never hear of them having happy memories together, good times before the end. Cameron's entire memory of the experience is one of suffering and pain.

So what was the dude like? No clue. If I were to guess: probably a quieter/shier personality, he didn't have a large support network. We don't know how he felt about any of this, but he did marry Cameron, he did appreciate her support. So possibly he was lonely. Probably they were both rather naive (they were young). Cameron thinks she had a harder time of it than her husband in some ways: I can imagine he was in denial about how bad things were, unrealistic about his prognosis, putting Cameron in the position of having to hide or downplay her own fears to comfort him. I doubt he was anything like House or Chase (themselves a pretty broad spectrum) in personality.

If I were to sit down and write a story with him right now, I'd probably write him as… naive. Young. Cheerful, a nice guy, an optimist to the point of complete denial. When I've mentioned him in fanfic, it's been as someone who was in denial of his death until the end, someone Cameron felt she had to emotionally shelter as well as support. Someone who very much needed her. I don't think they had very long together before hospitals took over. I think they had a good month or two, that he was a nice kid who made her smile and 'didn't deserve' to suffer. That he'd talk about 'when I get better' or the kids they'd have someday, and Cameron knew better but could never bring herself to say so.

[worlds-okayest-fag]

THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN OF ULTIMATE DESTINY

written for the @favcharacterpoll , kipps vs. kermit round.

(co written by @krash-and-co because I can't write fight scenes, so thanks krash <3)

here's the fic on ao3

From the dark of the night outside, Kipps knew there was no way he would be seen.

The night was dark, his footsteps silent, bag heavy with the weight of chains, duct tape and rope. Lucy and Tony had offered to come with him, but he knew this must be done alone. As he stepped up to the front door, he tested the handle only to see that it was unlocked. 

He was expected, then.

He heard nothing from inside the house, saw no lights on, nor any other indicator that there was someone home, but he knew better. 

Goggles in place over his eyes, he crept inside, careful to keep his rapier from bashing against the doorframe or the walls of the entry hall. He walked down the dark hall until he saw a thin ray of light coming from a door that had been left ajar.

Quill stepped closer to the door, stopping just outside the room, but before he could lay a hand on the dark-painted wood, it creaked open on tarnished hinges, revealing a thin figure sitting behind a warn dark wooden desk.

“So,” Kermit the Frog started, in that high creaky voice. “You're the loser who thinks he could take me down. What makes you think that a nobody like you, Quilliam Kipps, could defeat someone like me, beloved by all old and young, older than time itself?” 

“Oh, you know, maybe the fact that I'm 3 feet taller than you and have a sword.” Kipps replied smoothly, not at all terrified of this glorified sock puppet. He reached behind his back, finding and door handle and locking it. 

It was now or never.

Kipps strode towards Kermit, dropping his bag to the floor, he rolled his shoulders to release the tension built up and slowly drew his rapier from its sheath.

"Ooh, little guy thinks he's tough, huh?" Kermit taunted.

 He stood up in his chair. The shadows on his face made him look eyeless, one smiling, huge, gaping mouth.

Never mind that. Kipps was surely stronger. He had real arms.

"I think I'm gonna kick your non-existent arse--" Kipps took a step forward-- "all the way up to your mouth hole."

Kermit chuckled. "It's nice to have dreams, Quill."

And whatever Kermit said next was lost to Kipps, for at that second the puppet launched himself directly in Kipps' face.

Before anything else was heard, there was the sound of the clang of metal hitting the floor.

His only defense.

Kipps scrambled to free himself. The puppet clung harder. Kipps felt himself hit a desk, a wall, something unidentifiable; he grasped desperately at empty air to find something to hold on to.

He was going to fall.

"We're making such a connection!" said Kermit, voice strained.

"Mhh-mhhh-mrrff!!" said Kipps. He clawed at the muppet clung to his face like a barnacle. "Fight fair!" he managed to get out.

"Oh, Quill." Kermit did not loosen his grip. "You don't fight fair."

"What would Miss Piggy say?" Kipps yelped, shaking his face like a wet dog.

'"Get his ass, mon chéri!"' Kermit made direct eye contact with Kipps while saying this, which was not only oddly unsettling but distracting enough to send both of them sprawling to the floor.

Coincidentally, right next to Kipps' rapier.

He groped at his side, felt the familiar charms and gems.

Held it tight for dear life.

"Hey, uh, what are you doing?" asked Kermit.

"Animal control," Kipps replied snarkily.

Kipps flung his rapier in the air.

It arched beautifully, although barely seen in the dark room. Yet Kermit's eyes widened.

With a soft poke, it's metal tip punctured his back.

"Oh, agony!" Kermit wailed, leaping from Kipps. "Agony, suffering, death! Oh, oh, oh--"

He suddenly froze and gave Kipps a look. He removed the sword from his body.

"I'm full of fucking stuffing, dipshit."

Kipps gave a battle cry and lunged for the frog. He grabbed him by the arms and shook him.

 "If we promise to end this now," he panted, "I won't kill you like I want. If not..." Kipps mimicked cutting his throat in the typical gesture for 'I'm going to murder you.' "And I mean that literally."

"Hey, hey, we aren't animals here!" Kermit stammered frantically. "We didn't agree to--"

Kipps slammed him against the wall. "YES OR NO?" he shouted.

Kermit wavered for a second, and Kipps took this opportunity to pull Kermit from the wall grabbing a tighter hold on Kermit, and he dragged him toward his bag. 

Kipps threw Kermit to the ground, pinning him down under his knee. He unzipped his bag grabbing out the rope and duct tape, and within seconds, Kermit had his mouth taped shut and his limbs tied together.

Kipps shoved Kermit into the bag and was walking back out the door before Kermit could even start screaming again.

Maybe he should have bacon and eggs for breakfast.

[nobodysdaydreams]

I hope wicked act ii also does more oz geopolitics. john chu expand on the implication of fiyero and glinda's sham engagement being to tie the last ruler of the vinkus to the wizard's power, or the effects of public enemy number 1 being technically the governor of munchkinland or the relationship nessarose had to the emerald city

That would be interesting, especially because the Wizard’s goals of getting the nobility and leaders of different lands/countries on his side involves manipulating/playing nice with his enemy’s sister (Nessarose), his enemy’s best-friend (Galinda), and his enemy’s secret boyfriend (Fiyero), who all happen to be either from well-to-do families or in positions of high political power, and the Wizard would likely be willing to threaten them into compliance if necessary.

Nessarose especially is someone I feel for in that situation. I get that’s a very unpopular opinion, and I understand she makes some pretty terrible choices, especially in part 2, but imagine you lose your mother as a baby and everyone treats you different because you’re disabled and your sister is green and has unexplained powers. Then you go to school expecting things to finally be better for you and think a guy actually likes you, only to find out he actually likes someone else was lying to you the whole time about his feelings, your sister is now public enemy #1 and the whole country wants her dead, and also your father is dead now too. Now you’re made governess of an entire land as a college freshman, and your options are to declare loyalty to the dictator who wants your sister dead or put the lives of your small land at risk by declaring war against him, knowing full well you can’t protect your citizens on your own. The way Nessarose clung to Boq for emotional support and wouldn’t let him go was extremely problematic and abusive, I’m not saying it wasn’t, but I unfortunately do see how Nessarose became as messed up as she was. People labeled her as “wicked” by association with her sister, and while she was cruel, she was also forced to give away what was supposed to be her one chance at enjoying her youth to take on a political office during a time of turmoil after losing most of her family and being pressured to publicly come out against her one and only remaining family member. Admittedly, I don’t remember all the details of how that shakes out (it’s been a while since I read the book/saw the musical), but either way, you can see why it’s not a fun or easy situation.

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @greypetrel @layalu @daggerbean and @zenstrike (Zen, I've decided I'm just going to post all fic things on this blog from now on, but I will post something that isn't Dragon Age c:)

Tagging @ndostairlyrium @heniareth @pinayelf @buchimgay @brother-genitivi @jtownnn @dreadfutures @inquisimer

I don't have a picture right now, but I've gotten the first two rows of purple onto the Leliana scarf and I'm really pleased with how the color looks so far! It's been really nice to do something with my hands in the evening, especially since I got hooked on a DND show I can watch at the same time.

Here are a snippet from some Mass Effect fic I'm still playing around with, then a bit from a BG piece I've been working on the last month or so.

From "Sure As Night," a ME WIP (535 Words):

The hum of the elevator to Shepard’s cabin had become familiar and comforting, in an odd way. 

The rest of the ship sounded just slightly off to Garrus. It’d taken plenty of hits after they’d gone through the relay, had almost certainly taken some damage from that final blast. The Normandy wasn’t actively falling apart or neither of them would be up here, but the sound of the engine was just one more thing that was…off. Or maybe Garrus was just hearing things. Wouldn’t be the first time in the past few months. 

But her elevator sounded exactly the same as always. It was…nice, for one thing to stay the same.

“Shepard?” he called. After a moment, the door unlocked and slid open. 

It was not immediately apparent where she was when he stepped inside. Garrus glanced at the trail of water on the floor and followed it to the couch in the next room (top notch detective skills there; wouldn’t his father be proud of him now?). He saw Shepard as soon as he walked down the stairs, sprawled over the couch with her feet braced on the bulkhead. Her hair was tousled and darker than usual, water droplets clung to her exposed shoulders, and the rest of her torso was wrapped in a towel. 

“Hey there,” she said, and Garrus blinked down at her. 

“And here I was coming in to give a formal report,” he said drily. She grimaced and pushed herself up, raking her hair away from her face. 

“Tell me that’s a joke,” she said. “Don’t think I can handle another emergency right now.”

She could, of course. They both knew that if there had been an emergency, she’d bolt out of here as quickly as she could and handle it. It’s who she was, after all. 

“You ask the engineers, it’s all an emergency,” he told her. “But I think they’ll hang on for a little longer or Ken would be talking less.”

Shepard snorted and shifted aside, glancing at the open space beside her. 

Well. He could take a hint. He just hoped she wasn’t about to tell him that last night had been a mistake. He’d been thinking about it plenty since then and he’d reached an entirely different conclusion. Racing through destruction with the expectation of certain death could do that to a person. 

Garrus passed the last step and settled beside her as best he could. He still wasn’t used to the human preoccupation with these squishy pieces of furniture. Didn’t they ever get stuck? He always felt like he’d sink all the way to the floor if he sat back too far. He considered telling her this to break the tension and discarded the idea immediately. He could definitely manage better than that.

“How’s the arm?” she asked him, nudging the arm in question. Garrus shrugged and rolled his shoulder experimentally. After taking a rocket to the face, he’d found that his scale for pain was kind of shot. He hadn’t even realized there was something wrong with it before Chakwas had insisted on scanning him. 

“I’ve had worse,” he told her, and she snorted. 

“Tough guy, huh?” she asked. 

“Something like that,” he paused. “And you? You took a few shots yourself.”

“I’ll survive,” Shepard said, looking at him sidelong, and smiled.

And (with a very different tone!) from a piece I am working on for Tav (234 Words):

Hope; a curious thing. She had been bereft of it for so long that its touch burned her then. 

“Be welcomed, faithful paladin,” Lathander had said. “Be free of the bonds that held you. ”

“My Lord, I will serve you for all my days,” she had told him, and only knew that she was weeping when the droplets struck the hands she’d clenched below.. 

She had never been touched like this. Nobody had ever been touched like this, she was certain of that. 

“You are mine now. The past is done,” he said. “Name yourself to me, Oathsworn.”

Octavia fell away, dead at last and free to rest. The woman she left behind took a deep breath. She had been a child once, and loved. Her family—her family had called her a silly nickname, coined by a brother with too few teeth to say her real one properly. She had left them behind too young, had left behind any hope of belonging somewhere at the same time. 

But—she belonged here now. She belonged to Lathander, as she had once belonged to her family. 

“Tavitha Hallowthorn,” she whispered. “I am Tavitha.” 

“Tavitha,” the god said, already dissipating into countless flecks of light, each of them composed of all the shades of every perfect sunrise. “Be welcome.”

Octavia was dead. Tavitha bowed her head before her god and knew herself for the first time in a very, very long time.

[trashbag-baby666]

Kiss Goodnight-Bradley Bradshaw.

Summary: My oneshot for the Love Is In The Air event 🫶🏻. Bradley couldn’t imagine his life any other way without you.

WC: 2,277.

C/W: Arguing and implied sex.

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Additional Notes: Link To Song Kiss Goodnight by IDKHow But They Found Me.

~No, I don't care

About anything at all

But I still stop and stare

Every time that you call~

Bradley literally couldn't believe he lived a life without you before he met you. Because as soon as he met you as you worked a far too long shift at the Hard Deck.

You assumed he probably would just be a misogynistic pig like most the other men who came in here.

Your long hair in a messy manor held up in a claw clip. As you bustled around the bar.

Bradley waited patiently for it to be settled down, he also needed to brave himself up a bit. You were utterly the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

You smiled and were nice to the people who even gave you a bit of an attitude for being busy. Your denim jean shorts clung to your hips and your tie dye Hard Deck shirt tucked in.

"What can I get ya?" You walked over taking a deep breathe as you leaned against the bar.

"Whatever is on tap is fine," Bradley shrugged taking his wallet out of his pocket.

"Navy huh?" You handed him the glass full of the golden liquid.

"Oh, uh yeah. Naval Aviator." Bradley hummed as he saw you glance at his military ID.

"Nice, place gets filled with plenty of you guys." You sighed finally getting a break as it slowed down. You took the cash from Bradley putting it in the register drawer.

You and Bradley would talk the rest of the night. He was swooning for you hard, his cheeks bright red.

You agreed to go on a date by the time everyone had filed out for the night.

~ See, I know that girls like you

They don't come with guarantees

So if you've got to spend your time

Oh, won't you spend it with me?~

Bradley had found out you were literally the most wonderful person he'd ever met.

Always putting everyone before yourself, not always a good quality but you knew how to handle it.

You guys found spending time on the beach was both a favorite of yours when it came to dates.

You'd set up two lounge chairs for the both of you, big sunglasses perched on your nose, a sundress covering your red bikini Bradley loved so much.

You'd wait for him to come from work to your house on the beach. You'd be sitting on the lounger reading your book. He'd come out the back door in his board shorts and his open Hawaiian shirt. You'd turn and tilt your sunglasses down. Oh, and Bradley would swoon hard. He was falling head over heals he could feel himself tumbling down for you.

Anytime either of you had off of work you'd hang out on the beach, play the piano at the Hard Deck, drink together, you met his friends and would come play Dog Fight football with them.

There wasn't anyone in the entire world he'd rather spend his time with than you.

~I hope we kiss goodnight

It might just end my life

But if you think that it's right, right, right

I hope we kiss goodnight

I hope we kiss goodnight~

Next thing you knew it was Christmas in San Diego. You didn't have family in the area as you'd moved for fun and fell in love with the place.

Bradley invited you to Christmas with his Uncle who was continently married to Penny.

You were more than happy to go, someone to spend the holidays with. Sure, Penny was your boss but she was your first friend in the area as you got the job being the other bar tender at the Hard Deck the week after you moved.

You sat cuddled next to Bradley in Pennys living room as they shared gifts with each others.

"There's one left and it's for y/n." Mav handed the box to you.

"Thank you," you smiled and saw it was from Bradley, "You didn't have to get me anything!"

"You didn't have to get me anything either and you did." Bradley nudged you, "Now open it."

You unwrapped the small box and opened it. Inside it contained a charm bracelet, there was a plane charm, a B charm then a heart then a charm with the first letter of your name on it.

"Oh my god Bradley." You looked at it, "This is beautiful!"

"You can add more to it!" Bradley smiled as you hugged him tight. You peppered his face and neck in kisses.

"Ew," Amelia giggled and threw a ball of wrapping paper at the two of you. You giggled and set the bracelet on the side table and returned the ball of paper.

"Oh this is on!" Amelia jumped up as all of you guys started throwing paper at each other.

Later that night you and Bradley had gone back to your house. He never really had you over as he was living in a bachelor pad that doubled as his gross military base housing. (IFYKYK).

You and Bradley had just been laying in your bed together.

Sending each other stupid tik toks. You let out a loud yawn and set your phone down.

"I'm going to bed Bradley." You snuggled further into the light grey comforter.

"Goodnight darlin'." Bradley kissed your forehead.

"No give me a real Kiss Goodnight!" You pouted.

Bradley giggled and met his lips with yours.

After a moment you pulled away, "Now Goodnight Bradley."

"Goodnight y/n." You felt so safe in his touch, suddenly you couldn't even imagine a life before Bradley.

~Should you invite me in

To spend the night on the floor?

Oh, please believe I'll be a gentleman

Or you can show me the door~

Things can't stay perfect forever, the arguments began. They were stupid, over petty things. How Bradley put things in the dish washer, how'd you never seemed to get your clothes in your laundry basket.

"Fine! Leave then if you don't like it like this! This is my house anyways!" You yelled at him throwing your hands up in the air.

Bradley just scoffed and grabbed his keys off the kitchen island. You sniffed as the tears fell the moment the door shut.

You were so in love with him and you didn't want to fight with him.

But these stupid things kept getting blown out of proportion for both of you.

It started raining as the sunset, April rain was some of your favorite. But it wasn't as enjoyable without Bradley here to enjoy it with.

Sometimes you'd hope for rain so Top Gun would ground the aviators and Bradley could stay with you.

You guys would open the back deck sliding door and shut the screen. You loved the sound of the rain hitting the back patio, the thunder rolling on the sea, you loved it all so much but you loved him more than anything.

You made yourself dinner and ate alone with some company of tik tok. After cleaning dinner up you sighed to yourself and poured yourself a glass of wine and walked to the living room sitting down. You flipped on the TV and opened Netflix. Then there was a loud bang of thunder and flash of lightning. It lit up everything as if it was the middle of the day. Then on cue the power went out.

You jumped as this all happened over mere seconds. The transformer box probably blew in your neighborhood and the power company would have to come in the morning.

You took a long sip from your wine glass and set it on the coffee table. You got up and began lighting candles. Not long was there a knock at your door.

You rolled your eyes and walked to the door peeking through the window by the door.

Why was Bradley back.

"What?" You assert yourself as you opened the door.

"My power went out, I was wondering if yours did to." Bradley sighed looking down as it was obvious it had. His brown hair covered by a baseball hat.

"Yeah," you breathed out.

"Can I uh. Can I sleep on your couch tonight? It's kind of a little of a drive back to base." Bradley began.

"Yeah, sure." You stepped out of the doorway dismissing yourself back to the living room. Bradley sat on the bench in the mud room and removed his dirtied converse and jacket.

He walked in sitting on the other end of the couch setting his hat on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. I just. I sometimes just need to vent about my issues instead of taking them out on you." Bradley sighed rubbing his face.

"No I'm sorry for being hard on you sometimes too." You sighed looking over at him.

"I always had a hard time expressing my emotions growing up. With y'know my dad dead and my mom having cancer it was just hard to struggle and stress." He explained.

"No it's okay, I just sometimes get a little too controlling and it's not okay." You got up and sat next to him taking his hand and rubbing it. You knew he had issues with not bottling up his emotions to keep other people happy. Then it resulting in having total blow outs.

You had your own issues, you'd had to take care of your younger siblings growing up. So the stress of everything needing to be clean and done a certain way got to you.

That night you two talked through your issues. You were happy he'd came back and you were able to talk more about everything.

~While all my friends and I

Leaf through the books on your shelves

No, I don't want to spend my life

With anyone else~

Your birthday was coming up, Bradley was at a loss of what to get you. He asked you a few times what you wanted, you insisted he didn't have to get you anything and just his presence was enough.

Bradley didn't buy that for a second he needed to get you something.

Bradley had more or less moved in with you at this point. You were at work and he brought over Hangman, Bob, and Phoenix to kind of help him figure something out.

Phoenix was close with you she knew you loved to read. She didn't know exactly what kind of books you liked but this was perfect.

Phoenix leaned against the white book cases in the living room and looked through them.

Lots of romance, lots of tragedy, lots of classics.

"Get her some books Bradshaw!" Phoenix called from the living room.

"Then you gotta help me," Bradley came from the kitchen.

So Bradley planned out your birthday perfectly as he could. Phoenix helped him pick out a new outfit for you.

Bradley made you coffee and breakfast in bed, suggested his date idea. You had some good morning birthday shower sex. Then he surprised you with said new outfit.

Bradley took you out for coffee and bought you new books at a cute little book store downtown.

You were so happy and excited. He was happy to treat you on what he considered the most important day of the year.

~Why don't we kiss goodnight?

It might just end my life

But I'm pretty sure that it's right, right, right

Why don't we kiss goodnight?

Why don't we kiss goodnight?~

Why don't we kiss goodnight?

It might just end my life

I'm pretty sure that it's right, right, right

Now we can kiss goodnight~

Then it finally came, you and Bradley's many late nights together on the beach watching the sun go down. Bradley felt the little box in his pocket and knew it was almost time.

As both of you stumbled down the beach happy and giddy over just getting to exist together.

You paused for a moment and just looked out as the sun was setting. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

"I don't know how I got lucky," Bradley smiled, "Must've pleased the right gods."

"I'm happy that you were brought to me." You giggled. Bradley knew it was time he reached for the box and got on one knee.

"Y/N Y/L/N...I don't know how we got so lucky to exist in this huge universe at the same time. But I'm so glad we did. I'm so glad I went to the bar that night and had enough courage to ask you out. I couldn't even imagine anyone else that could be as perfect as you are. So will you please, please, please...marry me." Bradley held the box open with one hand your hand in his others.

"Yes," was the only thing you could manage to get out through happy tears. Bradley stood up and picked you up spinning you around. He set you down putting the ring on your finger.

"I love you," Bradley kissed the top of your head.

You guys didn't wait long to get married. Just doing something short and sweet for just your guy's family. It couldn't be more perfect for either of you, it was everything you could ever ask for.

Every night Bradley would kiss you Goodnight and you couldn't imagine it being anyone else. You couldn't imagine living your life anyway else.

Life without Bradley seemed unrealistic and a life not worth living.

He felt the same for you.

~I don't want to spend my life, life

Without your kiss goodnight

Yeah, for the rest of my life, life, life

I need your kiss goodnight

I hope we kiss goodnight~

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Happy Valentine's Day! I'd like to request date night hcs for Black Mask and a fem!reader. Someone else hits on the reader - not realizing they're hitting on the Black Mask's s/o - and Roman gets jealous and possessive about it.

Reader is a sweetheart and Roman is very protective of her and likes to spoil her, but she can also be a bit of brat sometimes. Do with that what you will ;).

"What's mine is NOT yours" - Black Mask x F!reader (Valentine's Event 2024)

Happy late Valentine's Day! The whole month of February is about love it's fine. This is for the (now over) Valentine's Day Event. Also riiiiip that dude.

TW: NSFW, harassment, creep that doesn't want to hear no, possessiveness, jealousy

It was a fairly average date night apart from it being Valentine's Day. You'd had a light dinner with Roman wherein he gave you flowers, a flattering necklace and a promise to fuck stars into your eyes once you got home. After all, you were such a sweet little thing, how could he resist? You were kind, not only to him but to others. Made him protective that others could take advantage.

And you were loyal to him, in every sense.

This was to be tested as you were walking back from the bathroom. Eyes clung to you and as you turned, there was a stranger leaning over you. Grinning.

"Can I help you?" You asked directly.

The man got closer in your space, " Yeah I uh, lost my number. Can I have yours?"

"...That's your opener?" Your eyes roll, "I have a boyfriend, sorry." You were smiling half-heartedly. Already amused thinking of telling this story to other people.

It was when the man grabbed your arm that you stopped smiling. He was still going strong, "No, no, listen- I'm sorry. You're just. I saw you going in and I just think you're really cute-" Cheap alcohol on his breath.

"I really do have a boyfriend, I need to get back to him before he starts to worry." You iterate slowly. The man doesn't seem to be a threat. But as many know, even a creep who isn't a threat can become one quickly in the wrong circumstance.

"Baby, I can make you forget aaaaaall about 'im." The man is swaying before trying to be seductive in your ear. Incomprehensible nonsense that surpassed the vile.

That was when you shoved him off, "I said no."

It was then you were both surrounded by Roman's personal security on either side. Keeping the guy out of your orbit. Grabbing him by the scruff. Asking if you're okay. Once you give them confirmation, they're bringing you back to your table. Roman looks... anxious.

The man looks more anxious. Trying to spout out what happened while you calmly went over the short interaction. Afterwards, you then take your seat next to your boyfriend, feeling safe again. His knee brushes yours, a subtle reassurance that he's there. Yet his eyes never leave the stranger.

"So you wanna fuck my girl?" He says simply, "I mean ey. What's mine is yours, right?"

"No- No, I uh- I really didn't know. I'm so sorry." The man pales considerably and is waving his hands in front of him.

Roman pulls his pistol out on the table, "You didn't seem to care much when you thought it was some other guy."

"Please, I'm so sorry ma'am and mr. Black Mask, I'll never do it again, I swear to GOD-"

You can see Roman's grip tight on his gun. Hand just ghosting over the trigger. The man is sweating and looks as though he might get sick. As a kindness, you scoot your chair closer to your boyfriend, lean your head on his shoulder and put one hand firmly on his thigh.

You whisper, "I really think he's sorry, don't you?" A squeeze. Roman grunts. His grip loosens.

As he puts the gun away, he waves his hand, "Get ridda this guy. You see him again, break his fuckin' ankle." Just like that, the man who had been flirting with you is weeping thank you's towards you both as the grunts drag him away.

"That was nice of you." You almost purr.

"That's me. A nice fuckin' guy. Don't I get a reward for being such a sweet guy?" He's demanding your lips on his neck and mask which you oblige in kindly. He sighs, "You alright?"

You stop for a moment, "I'm good now. Just got scary for a second. Not the fun kind."

That made him laugh, "No? What's the fun kind?"

For a moment you genuinely think on it. Then you put your body flush to his, "If you'd walked over instead of your guards and you had to... show him who I belonged to."

"Oh? You would have wanted that? That's fun?" He's grabbing your hand and pressing it to his pants against his hard cock, "You think it's fun when I fuck you to tell everybody else to back off?"

You shudder, "Y-yeah... Love being yours-" You're almost tempted to start something here, now.

"You love it? Cute. That's my sweet thing." Then he's pulling away, "Be careful, I might fuck you on a table next time."

A mild groan of disappointment, "Tease."

The two of you laughed while he hailed down for the check. Both of you were riled up and the night was young. You felt safe and he felt secure. There was no doubt as the two of you left for the night that were in love. It would become a story whispered in rumor for why you never hit on Black Mask's girlfriend.

[scrollll]

Lemme leave this here.

Nuth, nope.

I echo @ppeonppeonhan post, and don't trust Nuth AT ALL anymore. I was willing to trust him. I really was. And a small part of me still is.... But. There's something wrong.

Not only in his stories, but above all, in how he portrays Nant.

Let's look at the facts i gathered in between breaks and working hours:

Who all had flashbacks with Nant or contact with him?

Soong (when he raped and attacked Nant),

Teena (when he saved Nant from Soong),

Jump (got a bj from Nant, more on that later),

Prom (of course),

The baddie bunch (Zouey, Captain, Porsche, First)

and Nuth

Did I forget anyone? I don't think so.

So, because I am insufferable, let's go through these flashbacks and pay attention to how Nant is described.

Soong:

Nant was on drugs/alcohol,

they slept together (without consent)

aaaaaaand Nant stole Soong's drugs. Bad idea in general. (Side note, what's up with that? Was this an attempt by Nant to retrieve the discarded drugs?)

Welp, anyway, Soong got angry.

Nant was crying, he was panicked, he was scared. And here lies a nice underpoint:

! He didn't even try to fight Soong. He was freaking out, but not aggressive. He was fucking desperate !

Teena:

Held Nant in his arms to protect him from Soong.

Nant clung to him, still full of panic and fear.

! He tried to find protection with Teena instead of attacking or freaking out himself !

He clung to the first thing that promised safety, no matter how foolish it may have seemed at this moment (bc fr, if one guy is beating you up, there is no guarantee that his flatmate/friends are not the same brand of asshole)

Jump:

Encountered Nant in the same situation as Teena and Soong (he hold Soong back)

BUT then one more time where they had sex or at least oral sex since he commented on Nonts bj skills at the party as "Twins are just so fucking identical"

(side note: could this be the point he brought up with Porsche? About not wanting to get in anyone's sugar daddy's way?)

Okay, but to get things straight ('cause these guys ain't):

! Jump encountered Nont without flinching or faltering, suggesting that at least Nant didn't bite him in the dick ! (still, very little is known about the encounter of these two)

Prom:

Confirmed to Nont that Nant loved aftercare, so mostly the cuddling and hugging and talking afterwards.

He also told Nont that Nant never became violent or manipulative towards him.

! Further evidence for the statement is that Prom was very shocked when Nont took out the knife in their first scene. So SM contractually, injuries are also taboo. !

The baddie bunch:

They liked Nont.

They were worried about him, missed him. (Btw does Zouey just strike me as having a damn guilty conscience?)

Captain took advantage of Nant, yes, but none of them seem to have had an active fight.

! They were more shocked at Nant's hurtful behavior when Nont had acted him out. !

So. After this long text, a little brain training, what impression do we have of Nant?

=> He's solid as a soft-boiled spaghetti and seems to have the aggressiveness of a teddy bear.

Except with Nuth.

Only with Nuth does he seem to have been violent.

And that makes me wonder, is that true?

Is the scar really from Nant loosing himself and stabbing Nuth?

Or would it make more sense, if Nuth himself held the knife and confronted Nant about sleeping with other people, like in the dream frequence with Phop we saw already?

That Nant tried to avoid Nuth with the knife and ending up stabbing him on accident? And this ending in Nant apologizing in his "suicide"-video, because he felt guilty for it?

So yeah, lots of more questions than answers but still... Nuth you are yet to come clean my bro.

Edit:

Don't read this as excuse for abusive behavior, if Nant turns out to be an asshole... welp, gotta admit then that I was wrong XD

I just have very much space to think about Nuth and although he seemed like a red herring... whyyyyy the dog mask??? Where is the corpse??? Who stopped the video??? And why are you not talking Nuth???

(Can't get over him being the bad guy, the writer framed him too well for this XD)

[uglypastels]

Personal rant incoming because i dont have anywhere else to put this or anyone else to share it with-

Thing is, I hate parties.

But I also know I need to leave the house every now and then and meet up with people my age and come out of my shell.

But my god it was horrible.

The second I got there, not even passed the theshold, the person behind me just says: oh my god I think we have the same costume. And yup. We did. Worst part was that I had already predicted it. Somehow, deep in my gut I saw it coming (while also knowing no one else would get it, which somehow was for the most part also true) and it just immediately sunk my tiny shred of confidence down because, sure its not the end of the world, but still, how fucking emberassing. Out of all the costumes. I just wanted to scream.

But instead, I walked inside and it just got worse from there. It's like all the things that inherently make a party a party were also designed to trigger me into a deep sense of discomfort. Stranger. Loud noises. Alcohol.

I have never been the most social person, but idk what the fuck has happened to me the last few years but its like the last few pieces of my confidence and social skills have been completely deteriorated. I just cant get a single word out. Even introducing myself, when I know I should, I cant. Just smile and wish I would die.

But at the same time, when I do try and speak up it's like I don't exist. No one ever acknowledges what I saw or do and i dont fucking know what I should do. Am I just not funny? Do they not give a shit? Am I truly invisible?

Did I mention, it's so loud. The music is shit (not all the time) and everyone is yelling over it and over each other. A million conversations crossing through the room and I'm unable to keep track, let alone participate in, any single one.

So I just sit there, hoping I'm not making everyone else unconfortable. Except I probably am. Sucking the fucking life out of everyone in my close proximity. I bet I ruined the night for my friend. She's also an introvert and we're both awkward but for her things seemed to go smoother. So then whenever things went quiet I knew it was my fault. I know I should say something but I have no idea what.

Also, being around people my age, as healthy as it is, just makes me sick because it makes me realise just how detached I am socially. How behind I am on life and its just a reminder of my horrible lack of a romantic life.

Not that its really important. I wasnt going there to find anyone. But when you walk into a room and basically 95% of the people there are in a relationship, and all conversations are about who dated who, why x and y broke up, people asking for dating advice.

And upon entering the party, you get warned to look out for this cute guy, coz he's single and kind of needy and looking to latch onto someone, and then your friends notice how, yeah, he's clung onto every single girl at the party. Meanwhile, you havent even seen him. But thats just how my life is. Its not like I actually expected anyone here to suddenly fall in love with me. (I really didn't. But it still heard to hear that)

Idk it was a stupid punch in the gut.

Oh and the fucking pictures. There was constantly someone snapping pictures with exteeme flash scaring the shit out of me and making me so fucking cinscious of everything I was doing and how I looked. And on one side of course it would be nice to have them as a memory keepsake and being one of those kids that never wanted to pose for pictures i get now that it is a bit of a shame, but still, when i hate how i look why would i want that to be memorialised in extremely unflattering light, around stranger and for all of them to see later too. [Actually getting sick just thinking about it]

Anyway, a few hours went by and I made some small talk. There were moments of niceties among the awkward silences and staring ahead in a dissociated state.

But the longer it went on, the more I just felt like crying and I grew so much more aware of my soul sucking presence. Coz fuck am I cockblocking my bestie over here by clinging onto her to have someone, anyone to talk to? I totally am bumming everyone out arent I? If thats even if they notice me of course.

But it still feels early to leave and the FOMO kicks in. As if I wouldc actually participate or make part out of anything that could happen tonight. I cant do it anymore.

So I left, and cried on the way home, and now i'm crying while writing this and just feel so pathetic and ugly and dump and incredibly alone.

[Rant over]

[subbe93]

Hi subbe I just wanted to ask you what's your opinion about coai shipping

Hey there, and thanks for asking ❤️

So, what do I think about CoAi? Nothing, really. Ai is nice and cute, and I think she should smile more because she has a cute smile! I think I understand why people ship her with Shinichi/Conan: They are in the same boat and they have experienced the same things. But somehow I can only see them as good friends. And I wish to see Ran and Shiho/Ai also getting know to each other better and being friends ❤️

And the same goes for many other Detective Conan ships which includes Shinichi or Ran. I can see why people ship them, but for me, Shinichi and Ran are meant to be. I can’t see Shinichi with Ai/Shiho, not with Kid, not with Amuro or anyone else than with Ran. The same goes with Ran: People can ship her with Sera, Araide, Eisuke, whoever, but I just can’t see her with anyone else than with Shinichi.

And just saying, I don’t hate any ships. I think that everyone can ship whoever they want together and I respect that, but I also hope that people remember to respect other’s ships too.

But for me, Shinichi and Ran are meant to be. When I started to watch Detective Conan, I hated Shinichi. I hate characters (and people) who are so self-centered, so full of themselves, and womanizers, and even though the main story interested me and even though during those first 5 minutes Shinichi was so cool while solving that first case, I saw those traits in him in the next minutes and my first thought was: Really? Do I need to watch over 800 episodes where THIS guy is the main character?! I hate him already!

But then we got the scene where Ran tells Shinichi that it’s okay to flirt with girls, but he should at least pick up his favorite. And do you remember his soft gaze when he looked at Ran? Ah, I was so melted, like… That boy is so in love with that girl, and part of me hated it because my picture of Shinichi was still a selfish womanizer, and that sweet Ran would deserve so much more, so much better, but goddammit, that look…

Luckily my opinion of Shinichi has changed 😂 I love him too ❤️

And after that, there were so many moments where we saw how much those two care for each other, how much they miss each other, how they can feel when the other one is in trouble, or how far they would go for each other… They are soulmates. And even though Shinichi is jealous and does pretty much to stop other boys from flirting with Ran, I remember one of my favorite ShinRan moments (Chapter 337/Episode 270) where Shinichi says to Ai that if he would tell Ran how he feels, she would just miss him more. He is the guy who breaks her heart by making her wait and he doesn’t want to see her cry anymore, even if it means he has no longer a place in her heart. I cried and it hurt. Oh, it still does. Because Ran's happiness is so important to him, so important that he is ready to "let her go" if it means that she could be happy, that she wouldn't worry, that she wouldn't cry. Not because of him. And if that doesn’t show how much he loves her, then I don’t know what. He had said somewhere in the beginning of the manga/anime (actually chapter 71/episode 10) that it hurts him to see Ran cry, and I can’t even imagine how it must feel to be the reason why the person who you love most in the world, cries because of you. And he can't do anything about it.

Oh boy, there are so many scenes that I would love to bring up (like in the school trip, that Bloody Ceiling -moment when Ran clung his arm scared and Shinichi just looked at her softly and told her it's okay, that she should pay her respect (or something)), and there are so many good posts on Tumblr about ShinRan that I would love to dig up and link them here because I agreed with them so badly, but maybe I got carried away and in the end, you just asked my opinion about CoAi, so I got a little bit distract 😂 But I wanted to explain why. And of course, I also know ShinRan is the main pair of the story, so the creator can make them be anything. But I have to say, even though there are long times that nothing happens between them (and I don't like it either), Aoyama knows how to do ShinRan - at least for my liking ❤️ They are a sweet and pure pairing, they complete each other, and they believe in each other... They are just... perfect ❤️

Haha, well, this became much longer than I thought, but that happens when I talk about ShinRan 😂 But hey, thanks for asking ❤️