#i’m about to be so disappointed in myself

[b3ach-bunn7]

ho is u shakespeare? that shinsou fic was the SHIT

i BEG BEG BEG FOR shinsou nsfw, you write him so good PLEASE

like headcanons, oneshots, full fics ANYTHING PLEASE I LOVE YOU MWUAH MWUAH MWAUH

NONSENSE PT 3

You can’t stop thinking of Shinsou after your first date.

NSFW, Phone sex, guys this is pure FILFFFTH tw..

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You end up calling Shinsou only an hour later. It’s actually him who calls you first, but you won’t deny the fact that you pick up almost instantly.  

“Hey.” 

His voice sounds a little breathless, and considering the fact he just got home, you assume he’s only just walked through the door, but it immediately makes you smile. You hear some rustling on the other end, a door open and close, and you assume he’s in his bedroom. You’ve set yourself up on your own bed, a Kraft Mac and cheese in your favourite mug and a movie on your laptop.

“So. It’s been a while. How have you been?” You ask and his laugh crackles in the mic.

His laugh that reminds you of his smile, which reminds you of his lips and the way they’d kissed you only minutes before. Your hands drift to where he had grabbed your face and you sit up, trying to calm yourself down.

If you’re being entirely honest with yourself, you feel horny.

You have a rule for yourself. Despite your joke earlier, you have a deal with yourself to never fuck on the first date. You never really know someone properly after one, and especially with university guys, you’d rather get to know them better first. It’s also another little test, to see if they have that perfect mix of disappointment and respect at your denial.

Shinsou hadn’t even suggested at anything crazy, but that kiss had left your stomach coiling with need, and you found that you haven’t stopped thinking about him since. About getting him in your room and your bed. Your roommate wasn’t even home. It would’ve been perfect. 

But you have principles, and even cute guys like Shinsou can’t change them.

“I’m good. I’m home, now. Dropped Eri home. She said she misses you.”

You smile, tucking yourself further under your blankets. “I miss her. And so does Elizabeth.”

You can almost hear Shinsou shaking his head. “Where did she even get a name like that?”

“God knows. Thanks for winning her for me though.”

Shinsou sighs, and you hear noise on the other line. “Well. It was nothing difficult, you know.”

You hum. “It was a great date, though. Plus one and all.”

“Really?”

“Really. I have a rule for myself, and you almost made me break it.”

Fuck. You were not supposed to say that.

“Rule?”

“Anyway! I’m watching a movie. What are you doing?”

“No, no.” Shinsou interrupts. “What rule?”

“No rules. What rules? It’s nothing.” You stammer. 

Shinsou laughs. “Come on, don’t get all shy on me now. What rule?”

You huff. It’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s going to be weirded out or anything. You’re sure that kiss meant just as much as it did to him with how far his tongue was in your mouth.

“I. Well. I sorta have this rule, that I won’t ever sleep with guy on the first date, but I almost broke it. For you.” You laugh nervously.

You hands cover your face. He’s on speaker now, and the phone is out of sight to your side like it’ll make you feel any less ashamed of the words that just came out of your mouth.

“Come over then. Fuck your rules.”

His voice has dropped, gravelly and mixed with someone else you can’t quite place, and you think you could die listening to it.

Your face flushes at his words. “Shinsou! I-I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

You feel another pang of need. But you won’t. You tell him so and he groans, and you imagine him making that noise in a different setting and you screw your eyes shut.

“I’m always one for a loophole, sweetheart. I have an idea. If you’re interested.”

You wonder if he can feel your arousal from the other line, the way you almost throw your laptop and snacks off your bed. You have some idea what he could want, and you’re already preparing yourself to say yes, untangling your legs from beneath your covers to sit up in your bed.

“I’m interested.”

He hums. There’s a beat of silence, like he’s considering his next words.

“Touch yourself.” His voice is softer now, but it’s laced with something dangerous. “For me.”

“For you?” You still try and find a way to tease him back, but you’re laying back as you speak, already preparing yourself to obey.

“Well, it can be for you too, sweetheart.” He laughs. “Well?”

“Okay.”

You delve into the very back of your bedside table, the dildo you’d bought on an especially lonely night in your hand. Your hoodie, no, Shinsou’s hoodie, is off in a second, and you’re just wearing an old T-shirt and underwear. Shinsou hears the commotion, and he suddenly speaks up.

“No rushing, okay? You’re gonna do what I tell you. All the stuff I would’ve done if I’d have come over tonight.”

Your head falls back against the pillow, and heat pools between your legs. You think you whimper slightly, and you drop the toy on the sheets next to you.

“Okay. Fine.”

“Good girl.”

Oh fuck. You make a noise at the praise, and you can hear the smirk on his voice when he speaks once more. “I’ll remember that for later.”

You sigh. “So? What would you have done if you were coming over tonight?” 

Shinsou thinks for a moment. “Would’ve walked you to mine. Let you in and very respectfully shown you to my couch.”

His words are tame enough, but the anticipation and the thought behind them has you wondering how long it would take for you to get to his place. One of your hands trail mindlessly up and down your stomach as you turn up the volume of your phone to the max.

“I’d have gotten you a drink. Sat you down on the couch just far enough that you’d want to move closer. Would you have moved closer?”

“Yes. I would’ve.”

He hums and you hear a zipper, a rustle of fabric. “That’s good. I’d have moved closer, too. Brushed a hair out of your face. Any excuse to touch you, that gorgeous face.”

He’s not even here, and you’re this worked up. He’s barely even said anything, nothing that suggestive, but you think you’re the wettest you’ve ever been in your entire life. 

“I think- I’d have leaned in. Tried to kiss you.” You whisper.

“Yeah? Well, I would've kissed you back.” He sounds equal parts cocky and flattered, and it makes you want him that much more. You don’t love the noise that you make at that, but you do love the chuckle he makes in response.

“I wanted to kiss you all night. I think if we were anywhere else I’d have you bent over the closest surface. I don’t think I’d have been able to stop if I had gotten just one taste.”

Your hands itch towards your toy, and he tuts, ever perceptive. “Not yet.”

“Fuck, Shinsou.”

“Come on. Don’t you want to be good for me?”

You can hear the stupid smirk on his face, and the strangled noise you make is so out of character of you it makes you mad, along with the satisfied sound that he makes, but you’re frankly too turned on to really care right now.

“That’s what I thought. You’d have been good for me at mine too, right? Let me take that shirt off?”

“Yes. Yes.” And in turn you fumble behind you and unclip your bra, and your chest is heaving, aching, begging to be touched.

“Would you let me play with those gorgeous tits?”

“You didn’t even see them.” You try go for teasing but you sound so breathless it’s more degrading to you than anything else.

“Oh, I can imagine. Touch them. Pretend it’s me.”

Finally. Your hands immediately come up, rough and impatient-

“Slowly. Softly, at first. I’d take my time with you.” You groan but you comply, hands almost feather light as you ghost over your nipples.

“How’s that feel?”

“Good. S’good.” You whine. “It’s not enough.”

“Would you get frustrated? Show me how rough you want it?”

You nod even though he can’t see you. “Yes.”

And you don’t wait for the command before you’re pinching roughly, a groan leaving your lips as your hips lift off the bed and the stimulation goes straight to the heat building between your legs.

“That’s it. So good for me.” He coaxes you and another moan leaves your throat. “And what if I slipped those jeans off? Let my hands slide up those beautiful legs?”

“I-I’d let you. Please.”

“Would you be wet?”

“Yes, fuck I’m so wet. Need you, Shinsou.”

“Hitoshi. Call me Hitoshi.”

You do and he curses, and there’s more movement on his end. You wonder what he looks like right now, and you have half a mind to send him your address right now.

“That’s good. I’d give you what you need. You’d need it so badly, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” And you love that his words sound that bit strained, that he’s not as unaffected as you think he’s trying to seem.

“Please, please, Hitoshi.” You whine, and you’re not exactly sure what it is you’re begging for but you know he can give it to you.

“Tell me how wet you are. Just- One finger only.” 

You could put all five in and he’d have no way of knowing. But there’s something so domineering about his voice, and you find yourself obeying instantly. You push past your underwear, shoving them to the side to slip your pointer finger between your folds. And you’re soaked, considering how little has actually happened.

“God, I’m so wet.” You sigh, finger trailing from your slit all the way up to your clit. “So messy.”

And Shinsou groans, a curse slipping past his lips, and the way he sounds just as worked up as you are makes you keen.

“Please. I need to touch myself, Hitoshi.”

“One finger. Put it in and tell me how it feels.” His voice drips with authority and something so commanding you don’t hesitate to listen.

And it barely feels like anything, slipping inside you with no issue, no hesitation and you whine. “Not enough.”

And you remember his hands, remember staring at them while he was manoeuvring the claw machine and you shake your head. “Can I use two? Want it to feel like you, like yours.” You mumble.

“Jesus fuck.” He grunts, and you hear the sound of skin of flesh and you feel a small sense of triumph.

“You were looking at my hands, baby? Go on, fuck yourself with those fingers just like I would. Fuck, would’ve made you cum on my lap before you even thought about getting to touch me. Bet you look so good when you cum. Wish I was there to see it.”

His words are a rambled mess and it only spurs you on. Your fingers thrust in as much of a steady rhythm as you can manage, and you use your thumb to rub messily at your clit, hips bucking off the bed. You don’t think you’ve cum from just your hands in forever, but the voice groaning in your ears sounds so needy, full of so much want and it’s all for you. Your peak gets closer and you moan, and he just keeps talking you through it.

“I want to hear it, okay? You’re gonna come all over those fingers for me and I want to hear it. Tell me when you’re close.” He says.

“So close, Hitoshi, fuck.” You cry.

“Come for me.”

And you do, clenching hard around your fingers, thighs twitching as you rub yourself through it, your moans hot and heavy as they slip out your mouth. You are very glad your roommate is not home, because you can be as loud as you want, as loud as Shinsou wants.

“Shit. You sound so good when you come, fuck-“ He lets out something that sounds feral, and in the haze of your orgasm you’re not afraid to ask.

“Did you-“

“No. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He lets out a deep breath, steeling himself, and as if you didn’t just orgasm, there’s already arousal crawling against your skin once more.

“I bet you’d be so good after you’d just come. So soft and pliant, let me take you to my room. Is that right?”

“Yes. Yes, I’d let you. Want you to fuck me, Hitoshi.” Your first orgasm only makes your want grow, anticipating what’s next.

“Aw, you should’ve come back to mine.” He teases, voice soft with something dangerous hidden beneath it. “Hope you have something you can use. I can promise it won’t be as good as the real thing, though.” 

He sounds almost jealous under all the self-assuredness, and your hands immediately fumble for your toy.

“Yeah. I have it.” 

“Good.” You’re already spreading your legs. “But not yet.”

You whine. “But-“

“You really think I’m doing anything before I taste that sweet cunt of yours?”

You stutter, pushing yourself up the sheets. “You- You’d do that?”

Shinsou pauses for a moment. “Nobody ever eaten you out before, baby?”

You shudder at his words. “No- Well yes, but they never really wanted to.”

And when he groans, it’s frustrated this time. “Nobody’s ever made you come on their tongue? Felt those soft thighs clench around their head because of how good they’re making you feel?”

He sounds so matter of fact, like it’s the worst thing in the world, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so wanted in your life.

“Hitoshi- I- I don’t-“

“I’ll give it to you, baby. You deserve it, you deserve to come on my tongue. Go on, touch yourself again.” His encouragement has you immediately complying, and he doesn’t stop.

“Think about it. About me. I’d spread you out on my sheets, make you see stars by the time I’m done with you. Gotta make sure you can take me.”

And the promise of that, of him pushes you closer to the edge. You moan his name over and over like a prayer as he talks you through it, the praise making you melt against your sheets. You’re hot and sweaty and he hums.

“Last one. You’re doing so well. Grab your toy.”

You do, the soft silicone cold in your hand. “It’s not very big.” You laugh slightly, and you can hear his smile.

“I guess we’ll just have to use our imaginations then.”

And you can’t help but grin, because even in a moment like this he’s joking to ease your nerves.

“Go on. Fuck yourself.”

His words are so bold, so vulgar but you don’t care, because you slide the toy inside you and you feel full instantly, the stretch just there but beautifully painful. You groan, relief and arousal all mixed in one. You twitch, still sensitive after your orgasm. 

“Feels so good.” You whimper. Your thrusts are slow and long, just like you imagine he’d do it.

“It’ll feel even better when I’m inside you.” And it’s now you can hear the slick sound of flesh on flesh moving in tandem with you, and you wonder how soaked you must sound for him to be able to keep in time with you.

You know it’s nothing like what he’d actuallly feel like, but you’re so pent up. You’ve been aching for this for god knows how long now that it feels almost perfect, and you buck you hips up for a better angle, to reach deeper. The sound of his shaky breaths in your ear only spur you on. You sound filthy. Whimpers and whines and broken moans falling from you lips as you get faster.

“I can hear you, you know. How wet you are.” He sounds as close as he has all night, voice strained as he practically growls down your ears.

“M’close, Hitoshi. Wanna come with you, please.”

“Fuck, yes, yes. Come for me then, baby, fuck-“

And it’s a messy mix of moans and unintelligible noises as you both climax, and you twitch and squirm and you wonder what he looks like in the throes of his pleasure. If he looks as desperate and finished as you do. Your chest heaves as you come down from your high, and he curses once more, guttural and spent. You both pant, catching your breath once more.

“Fucking hell. That- Did you-“

“I did.” You say.

And the shyness comes in as your high starts to fade. You feel dirty but in a good way. You think that’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done, but you’re glad it was with Shinsou of all people.

“So,” and you’re smiling before he can even finish his sentence. “Can I take you out on Friday?”

You hum. “Sounds like you’re just trying to get into my pants, Hitoshi.”

And he laughs, loud and boyish and you grin. 

“Well. I am. The rule doesn’t count after two dates right?”

“Correct.”

“Perfect. But.” And he sounds almost shy when he speaks again, like he wasn’t just speaking the most raunchy words you’d ever heard in your life moments ago.

“I like you. A lot. Really like you.”

“Good. I really like you a lot, too.” 

And you’re body aches and your face hurts from smiling too much, but you don’t care. You would amend your first date rule after tonight, but you don’t think you’ll be going on anymore first dates after this.

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guys this is pure SMUTTTTT LIKE omg don’t tell me Shinsou isn’t a freaky boy we all know he is… I acc couldn’t stop thinking of him after I wrote pt2 and when I got thsi ask I knew what had to be done..

I love u all and I hope u love this as much as I did! I literlaly wrote this during my lecture at uni in public so.. do with that information what u will

LOVE U GUYS

[just1cefor4ll]

A rare kind of love

Kang Dae-ho x fem!reader

warning. I don’t really know the reason of Dae-ho’s debt so I made something up other then that no warnings

genre. hurt comfort

Shadows stretched across the floor, where the sleeping figures of players shifted in their deep slumber, the tension in the room never ceasing, not even in their sleep. But being next to Dae-ho, keeping watch for the night as everyone else slept was something that brought you a bit of comfort even in these tough circumstances. Dae-ho sat a few feet away, his elbows on his knees, eyes quietly sweeping over the restless forms. You watched him for a moment, his calm and steady presence oddly warm in a place like this. It was strange how much trust you’d built with someone you barely knew—someone you’d met under conditions that could kill you both.

“You know,” you said finally, breaking the silence, “I used to stay up late like this back at home. Not for anything important—mostly just lying in bed, stressing over things I couldn’t fix.” You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Guess that habit didn’t really help me in the long run.”

“I could say the same thing about myself. The marines made me develop insomnia so I never really slept after i got back— but I guess I’ve gotten a bit better with the help of my sisters” He replied, giving you a soft smile which you returned with a hint of curiosity in your eyes. “You have sisters? How many?” “Four. All of them are older and I’m thankful to them for being who I am now.. though I can’t say everyone in my family is proud of how I turned out.” It was like his mask had faltered for a split second, his shoulders slumping and eyes looking like a disappointed child.

You didn’t push further, staying in comfortable silence, only the soft snores os players and shuffling of those who were having nightmares in their beds.

“Sorry uh—“ “[Name] [Last Name]” You cut him off with a smile but make a shh gesture with your pointer finger. “Don’t let the others know my name, only you and Jun-hee are the ones I trust to the fullest with this information.” You wink playfully before letting him go on— his face starstruck as you looked at him with a face no one has ever looked at him with. “Right, [Name]. How’d you end up in here? I mean you seem pretty smart to me so proper education is something you have no doubt.. so?”

You hesitated, wondering if you should even say it. But what was the point of holding back now? It wasn’t like secrets mattered in a place like this. “Debt.. a lot of it. Just like everyone here I made bad choices, bad timing… one thing snowballed into another. And then—” You paused, gesturing vaguely to the room around you. “Well, here I am.” You smile sheepishly, but your once beaming energy did die down a bit. “I was a psychologist.. It payed very well but with my poor choices and actions I lost my job and I fell into the arms of gambling where I lost it all.”

He didn’t interrupt, letting you keep talking.

You let out a short, humorless laugh. “I figured I’d win back just enough to cover everything. I thought, ‘What’s the harm in trying?’” You shook your head. “Turns out, the harm is a mountain of debt and a bunch of very angry people coming after you. Then my mom got sick, and the hospital bills started piling up. Insurance only covered so much, you know? So, I started taking out loans to keep up.” You leaned back against the rail, staring at the ceiling as the memories came rushing back

He didn’t say anything right away, just nodded slowly, his expression was sympathetic and no hint of judgment was evident either which you appreciated.

“I was out of options,” you continued, your voice softer now. “So when this… game showed up, I thought, ‘Why not? I’ve got nothing left to lose.’”

For a moment, the two of you sat in silence. Then, Dae-ho spoke, his voice calm but edged with something you couldn’t quite place. “It’s easy to fall into, isn’t it? Debt. Mistakes. Feels like one bad move and your whole life spirals out of control.” “Yeah,” you said, glancing over at him. “Something like that. What about you? How’d you end up in the marines is my first question.. I mean why’d your sisters let their precious brother get into the hands of such a traumatic thing? Respect to you though! I wouldn’t be able to handle it any better than you so I’m very proud of you for serving the country, soldier.” You teased, looking at him with a big smile.

He hesitated, his eyes dropping to the railing, though a slight chuckle did manage to escape his lips from your silly nickname. For a moment, you thought he might brush off the question, but then he let out a soft sigh. “My dad,” he started, his voice quiet. “He wanted a ‘real man’ for a son. Someone strong, someone tough. But I wasn’t what he wanted.” You frowned. “What do you mean?” “Like I’ve mentioned before, I grew up with four older sisters,” he said, a faint, almost wistful smile tugging at his lips. “They were the ones who raised me, really. Taught me how to cook, how to listen, how to be patient. I guess I turned out too… soft for my dad’s taste. He’d look at me and see failure. Said I’d never make it in the real world unless I ‘toughened up.’”

You could hear the bitterness in his voice, even though he tried to hide it.

“So he sent me to the Marines,” Dae-ho continued, his gaze distant. “Said they’d make a man out of me. And I guess they did. But they also…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “They took the parts of me that my sisters had built. Replaced them with someone who could fight. Someone who could kill. And when I got out, I didn’t even know who I was anymore. The marines take your spark.. or at least dim it with all they got.”

“What happened after that?” you asked gently.

He hesitated again, his fingers curling loosely around the railing. “When I got back my sisters were more than happy to see me but they knew I was different. It was a bit awkward at first but they got through to me and got me to go to therapy for a while but bills started piling up. I tried working—construction, private security—but the flashbacks made it impossible to hold a job."

He looked down at his hands, as if trying to remember a time they weren’t shaking. "I kept borrowing money to keep my head above water, but no matter how much I tried, it was never enough. My dad called me weak for struggling. Sisters tried to help, but I couldn’t let them. Too much pride, too much of him in me, I guess."

“I came here,” he said finally, “because it felt like the only thing left. At least here, I could do something. I could try and make my father proud.” For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then you reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “You didn’t deserve any of that,” you said quietly. He looked at you, surprised, and for a moment, the guarded expression fell away. “Maybe not,” he said softly. “But it’s done now. All I can do is try to keep moving forward, survive this place and get my life together.”

You nodded, your grip on his arm tightening slightly. “We’ll figure it out. Together.” You said and squeezed his hand, laying your head on his shoulder. “We’ll get out and open up a small shop.. we can sell whatever we can think of and buy a small house on Hyepjae beach. I’ve always wanted to visit Jeju, haven’t you?” You rambled, completely forgetting the fact how you were just mere strangers a few days ago. He nodded, putting a over your shoulders, holding you close. “I’d love that.. more then anything.”

You looked up at him, and his heart nearly stopped in the process. “For the record, I don’t think you’re weak at all. You’re one of the strongest people here, and considering what you’ve been through in your past, the fact that you’re still such a kind-hearted soul is rare in a place like this. You’re one of a kind, Kang Dae-ho.” You spoke softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before standing up to switch places with Jung-bae and Gi-hun, who were just waking up so you could get some rest.

He could only stare, his cheeks flushed as a quiet chuckle escaped him. Heading toward his own bed, which was a bit farther from yours, he suddenly paused. Kneeling down beside you, he gently brushed your hair behind your ear. “You’re one of a kind too, [Name] [Last Name],” he murmured, his voice soft but full of meaning, your name rolling naturally off his tongue. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Sleep well.”

As your eyes fluttered closed, a faint smile curved your lips. “Good night, Dae-ho.”

He lingered for just a moment longer, his gaze lingering on your peaceful expression, before whispering to himself, “How could someone like you exist?” Then, with one last glance, he quietly made his way to bed, his heart still racing.

© just1cefor4ll— I don’t consent to my writing being reposted to other platforms or fed into AI. Translating it is also strictly prohibited. 🚫

[herbertten]

Juno

summary: Y/N asks her boyfriend to be apart of her Coachella performance.

word count: 1.2k

song: juno by sabrina carpenter

Coachella had always been the event Y/N dreamed of playing since she could remember. Thousands of people packed in, whether they were there for her or not—she was just beyond excited to have the chance to perform. She’d had this idea for a while: she wanted to arrest someone from the crowd for being “too hot.” But the more she thought about it, the more she realized it wouldn't feel right if it wasn't her boyfriend, Justin. He was known for staying out of the spotlight, and getting him involved in any kind of media attention was a long shot. But, she knew if she asked, he'd do anything to make her happy—she just had to hope he'd say yes.

“Okay, I have a favor to ask of you,” Y/N said, jumping onto the couch and draping her legs over Justin’s lap as he sat watching TV.

“What's up?” Justin asked, pausing his movie and absentmindedly starting to trace his fingers up and down her leg.

“Coachella is coming up, and I need you to do something for me... I need you to let me arrest you.”

Justin raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “What?”

“Remember that idea Sarah had? The one where I arrest someone in the crowd with fuzzy handcuffs before Juno?”

“Yeah... I remember.”

“Well, I want that to happen, and I want you to be the one I arrest,” she said, leaning in for a quick kiss, her lips brushing against his.

Justin blinked a few times, still processing the request. “Wait, you want me to just stand there... and get arrested?”

“Yep. All you have to do is stand there, look pretty, and let me give you handcuffs. It'll be fun, I promise.”

Justin chuckled, shaking his head. “And this will make you happy?”

“More than you know,” she grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/N glanced at herself in the small mirror held by one of the backstage crew members. Her performance was just moments away, and nerves were taking over. What if she tripped and fell onstage? Forgot the lyrics? Messed up the choreography? What if she made a fool of herself?

“You’re going to do great, baby,” Justin said, coming up behind her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head. Y/N melted into his touch, lifting herself onto her toes to kiss him back.

“Thanks, sweets. I’m actually about to shit myself,” she said, giggling. Justin chuckled in response. They were soon separated by the backstage crew, preparing Y/N for her cue to hit the stage. She waved and blew him a kiss as the countdown began, the roar of the crowd deafening. She could barely hear her in-ear monitor as she ran onstage, ready to start her set.

“Okay, Coachella, you’ve been insane today! I’m so honored to perform for you all!” Y/N shouted, the energy of the crowd fueling her excitement. “This next song is going to be my last one,” she announced, and the crowd groaned in disappointment. “I know, I don’t want to leave either, but this song started off as a joke between my friends and me.” She paused and looked out at the crowd. “We had just watched this movie, Juno—has anyone seen it?” The crowd erupted in cheers. “We used to joke, saying ‘he or she could make me Juno’ anytime we found someone attractive, and—”

Right on cue, Justin appeared at the front of the barricade, surrounded by a few of their mutual friends. Y/N’s eyes locked onto him as she continued, “…I’d love to finish this story, but my attention is definitely on this very tall, possibly six foot six man right here.” Justin blushed as the camera focused on him, and the crowd went wild. Their cheers lasted for what seemed like forever—probably would’ve gone on longer if Y/N hadn’t spoken again.

“You’re a 10/10, Mr. What’s your name?” she teased.

His friends yelled “Justin!” from the crowd.

“Well, Mr. Justin,” she said, still smiling. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to arrest you… for being far too hot.” One of Y/N’s backup dancers handed her a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs, and with the help of a security guard, Y/N jumped off the stage. She handed Justin the handcuffs. His face turned beet red, and she couldn’t help but laugh at him. She leaned in to kiss his cheek as the intro to Juno played.

To her surprise, Justin turned his face toward hers and kissed her instead. The crowd went wild, and the energy was electric. Y/N had always known he wasn’t into PDA, but tonight, he was making an exception.

Once she regained her composure, she jumped back onstage, laughing. “Woah, slow down, Mr we just met” she teased, as the music swelled, and she began singing her song.

After her song ended, Y/N felt like she was on cloud nine. The crowd went absolutely wild for her, and as she thanked her band, backup vocalists, and dancers, her voice was nearly drowned out by their cheers. When she took her final bow and dashed offstage, she went straight to Justin, who had made his way backstage as soon as her song started.

“You fucking killed it, babe! I’m so proud of you!” he exclaimed, lifting her up and showering her with kisses on the top of her head. He gently set her down, letting her soak in the congratulations from friends and family. After a round of goodbyes and plans for dinner later, Y/N and Justin walked hand-in-hand to her trailer.

Once inside, Y/N plopped down on the couch, stretching out, and Justin joined her.

“You were literally a goddess out there, babe,” Justin said, his voice full of admiration. Y/N giggled in response.

“Well, thank you for being a part of it. I know it was outside your comfort zone, but I’m so grateful you said yes. Honestly, I would’ve scrapped the whole idea if it weren’t for you.”

“Yeah, well, how could I say no to you?” Justin smiled, his eyes softening.

“You can’t.” She leaned in for a kiss, but Justin pulled away just as their lips met.

“You know, I’m really glad you gave me these,” he said, pulling a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, his grin mischievous. “I think they’ll come in handy.”

Y/N pulled back, laughing uncontrollably.

“Justin!” she scolded, playfully smacking him.

“What?” he laughed, genuinely innocent.

Y/N rolled her eyes, still laughing. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Only when I’m with you,” he winked, his voice low and teasing.

She grinned, then settled back into the couch, her head resting on his shoulder. The adrenaline of the performance was wearing off, leaving a warm sense of contentment. As the noise of the crowd buzzed in the distance, Y/N realized how lucky she was—both in her career and in her relationship.

“Tonight was perfect,” she murmured, tracing shapes on his arm.

“It really was,” Justin agreed, gently running his fingers through her hair. “You were perfect.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward, but comfortable—like they had their own little world in the midst of the chaos.

“Let’s skip dinner tonight,” Y/N said after a beat, her eyes playful. “Just us, here. No one else.”

Justin smiled down at her, pulling her closer. “I’m all for that.”

[revelboo]

I'm crying and kicking like a child for more crumbs of "give up/give in". Please You can continue to write to our Angelina Jolie from Cybertron 😭😢🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Sure! 🤣 Megs is entering unconscious nesting mode

Give Up/Give In Pt 15

Earthspark Megatron x Reader

• Venting as he pulls things he’d ’borrowed’ from Ghost out of his subspace, he’s knows that he might have gone a bit overboard. Setting the bed down and pulling blankets, pillows, and sheets out to pile on top. He might have cleaned out every soft thing in the dormitory that he’d been able to reach kneeling on the ground and reaching through the door. And it still seems wholly inadequate. Aware of you sitting crosslegged on his berth watching him curiously, he glances at you. “I know it’s not much,” he says. “I’ll see what else I can find for you.”

• Feeling guilty as he worries and fusses over you, you twist your hands in your lap. Know you should be an adult and go home, instead of clinging to him like your giant, alien security blanket. “It’s fine. More than fine,” you reassure him, forcing a smile. Because you’re not disappointed, just worried about eventually going back to reality. Know that the way you’ve latched on to him probably isn’t healthy. And not wanting to admit that you’d already had anxiety problems because you’d crossed his path. That the idea of going to that empty house makes you so miserable you want to be sick.

• Optics narrowing when you offer him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes, he leans to gently tap a servo under your chin. “You know you can talk to me.” Are you having second thoughts? Missing your human comforts? Tells himself that if you have changed your mind, he’ll take you home. But he’s not entirely sure he’s not lying to himself. Wishes he’d paid more attention to his adopted human sister. Listened when she’d talked about how she’d met Alex. What he’d done to win her over. How humans court a mate.

• “I know,” you say, catching his servo. How can he be so intimidating looking and act so soft sometimes? As silly as it is, you wish he was human. That this could go somewhere. Be more than just him feeling obligated to take care of you. He doesn’t deserve to be saddled with you just because you’re anxious and afraid. Because you want to stay and hold on to the warmth and safety of him. Fall asleep listening to his spark thrumming under you, his deep voice soothing you as you talk about nothing important. Does he secretly resent having to take care of you and just hide it so well?

• You’re troubled, but watching your lips press into a thin line, he doesn’t push. Wants you to talk to him because you want to. Not because he’s hounding you. Servo sliding over your cheek, he vents and reluctantly pulls away. “I borrowed some cases of water and food rations from GHOST.” Along with a camp shower, towels, soap, and anything else he could grab that you might even possibly need. Just because he’d spent time around humans, doesn’t mean he’s that knowledgeable. Wants you to be comfortable, though. And maybe you’ll decide to stay. He won’t have to be so lonely anymore, have someone waiting for him to return to. Someone happy to see him.

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Alright… Soundwave, Starscream or Waspinator? I’ll be making a Soundwave regardless since my brother accidentally ruined my Symbiote Studios Soundwave that was my Jeep’s mascot, but I’m trying to remind myself how to sculpt wool fibers since it’s been a bit, so: test plush head

[acynicalsweetheart]

What if reader was Curlys teenage daughter and they're bathing together and he's taking his time washing her body and thinking about how much she's grown n stuff.. I think that'd be a neat fic if you have time🌚

okay after embarrassing myself majorly im just posting this. not a fic just a very long fucking drabble… sorry to disappoint anon LOL i have no idea what this is umm it sucks ass i can't lie i didn't even follow the ask LMFAO. cut it down a little bc i hated it so much . original version posted on my ao3… read cws as always!

content warning: 18+, dead dove do not eat, daddy-daughter incest, etc etc

“Wow…” dad grabs at your hips, fondling them while his eyes rake down your body, his expression looking more like awe than perversion. “It’s been a while, huh?”

“Can we just get this over with?” 

“Alright, we can get it over with,” Curly lifts you up princess-style, carrying you in his arms like you’re his bride to the bathtub. 

“Dad!”

You’re placed in the bubble bath, dad’s taken the time to pick out your favourite sickly sweet scent even if he’s been clear about how it gives him a migraine. He enters after you, maneuvering you to sit in his lap. 

Dad leans back, makes these embarrassing sex-like noises that have your cheeks setting ablaze. The fact that you’re both butt fucking naked, stuck in a bathtub meant for one, doesn’t help the situation either. 

“This is nice,” he breathes out, pornographic in sound in the way only dad manages to be, pets you on the head and pulls you closer to his chest, “you, me, just like the old times.” 

“Yeah…” is all you can offer in reply, mainly because of the way his dick seems to be agreeing with his words—pressing uncomfortably against your hip in its heavy and floppy glory. 

He’s mostly soft, which you suppose is a good thing. 

Curly washes you like you’re still his baby, struggling to scrub your body squeaky, watery clean ‘cause of the bubbles stubbornly sticking to your skin. 

Everything is fine so you let your guard down for approximately one minute and his hands have already wandered off to where they aren’t supposed to be. 

“Look at these, baby,” he says like you haven’t been looking at them for years, cupping your breasts in his large palms and feeling up the tits he helped to make. “One day they might be as big as mine.” 

Right. Because dad has tittage enough to make Anna Nicole Smith reek out of jealousy. 

“Funny.” You click your tongue at him. Dad means well, you think. You just don’t have the heart to tell him that he’s being wildly inappropriate. 

“Lighten up, baby.” 

“I’m all grown up now, dad, it’s… kind of weird.” He’s like a puppy, if you get stern with him he’ll start pouting and near keeling. 

“All grown up? Honey, you’re my little girl. Always.”

You’ll be my little girl even when you’re fourty, you’ll be my little girl even when I’ve kicked the bucket—

“Even if you walk around with these babies” dad squeezes your tits, chuckles like it’s the most normal thing in the world when you yelp, “nowadays.”

(You’ve had them for as long as you can remember. Maybe he’s just been too busy fucking around up in the galaxy to notice.)

“I’ve been walking around with these,” you pluck his hands off your chest and he wraps them back around your waist—and much to your surprise, dad takes it, stays like that. 

“Whatever you say.”

It comes to a point where you’ve both been in the tub for so long that your fingers are starting to get pruny, wrinkling up like raisins. 

Dad’s hands drift slowly, very indiscreetly, down your tummy until his fingertips brush against your mound. You’re almost praying it’s an accident, frozen like a stone statue in his lap. 

“Are you…?” He trails off, seemingly a bit taken aback of his own question. 

“…Am I what?” 

Sick? Wet? Legal? A virgin? 

“Nothing,” he says but starts feeling around like he’s searching for something. A nagging voice in the back of your head tells you that ‘something’ might be your hymen. 

“I can—I can wash… down there myself, dad,” grabbing his hands to stop them from going any further, your heart’s beating so hard in your chest you can feel it in your throat. You swallow it.

“Right. Yeah.” Curly finally retreats, spurting out a half-assed excuse, “sorry, sweetheart.” It’s like he’s on another planet. 

Yet your stomach flares up with a heat you definitely should not be feeling at your dad’s touch—or lack thereof. 

It comes out before you can stop yourself, “why are you acting so weird?” Like you’re not the one with clenching thighs and a blanket of buzzing arousal over you as you speak. 

“Weird? Honey, I’m not—“ dad cuts himself off, sighs and starts over. “I just… missed my girl. Feel bad for spending so much time away from you,” he admits quietly, saddened as he looks down and strokes your tummy under the water. “Didn’t get to see you grow up.”

“Oh,” that does not explain things. “It’s okay, dad.” 

“No, I shouldn’t have touched you like that, baby.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you wonder if he’ll start sobbing. 

Maybe you’ll let him stay like this for just a little while longer. 

“I can show you,” you take a moment before deciding to guide one of his hands back to your breast, the other to cup your mound. “How much I’ve grown up.”

A lone rubber duck floating amongst the bubbles judges you. 

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: depression, inferiority complexes

While Sandra & Patricia got their eyebrows done, Bianca and I had a short chat alone. She noticed that I was upset about her twin sister.

Me: Why didn’t you tell me right away that she’s coming with us? I thought you were my friend. 🙁

Bianca: No offense, I truly care about our friendship. I just want us to get along! You, my sister, Sandra... we all, yk? I told Patricia you are important to me and she should apologize to you. She agreed with me! She wants to leave this embarrassing dispute behind. So it’s up to you, A.

Me: You really care about me? 😳 ... I'm sorry, you're right.

Bianca: I just love you girl. Come here, you sweet little thing. Aww, you’re as cute as Lucas.🥰😘

Me: Are you comparing me to my Baby? 😊 ... Love you too.

Bianca’s little declaration of love was actually sweet. I liked her and she also liked me. At least I thought so!!! Since I believed her, I tried to get along with Patricia. Still, I never trusted her. After I got my eyelash extensions, Bianca had planned another cosmetic treatment for all of us.

Together we went over to a changing room, a large comfortable room with a private area for changing. They offered us spray tanning. I’ve never done this before. As long as I don’t get orange 🥕, why not? Bianca and her twin sister went first, I wanted to see the result before I decide.

The twins looked so good with their perfect bodies. They are beautiful!! When I realized that I had to undress, I hesitated. Seeing these perfect girls, totally intimidated and unsettled me. Sandra suspected what was going on.

My complexes caused a kind of panic attack in me. I was so ashamed. Next to Bianca and Patricia I felt totally fat and ugly. But even more embarrassing was my insecurity. 😞😞 I didn’t want them to know about it, so I followed Sandra to the changing area to get undressed. Without her I wouldn’t have done it.

Sandra: You ok, A.?

Me: I feel like I’m having a panic attack. Are the two gone? Are we alone?

Sandra: Yes. They get dressed next door. C'mon, A.! You can put on a towel if you don’t feel comfortable.

Me: There were no towels!! 🤷‍♀️

Sandra: Honestly, you look good. Why are you so ashamed?

Me: Actually I’ve been happy with myself lately. But now I realized that I am far away from what I imagined. 🤦‍♀️😞

Sandra: For whom are you trying so desperately to be perfect? Your Mom? Does this really, still have to do with her?

Me: Idc what my Mom thinks. There’s just something wrong with me, I’m the prob!! Anyway...

Me: You know, I don’t want that! You mad at me now?

Sandra: No! It's ok, A.!

Me: Sorry, I know how annoying this must be for you. I’m glad you’re here, thank you for trying to cheer me up. I’ll wait behind the curtains and get dressed.

Sandra: The main thing is you feel better, don’t worry about me, okay? All right, I'll be back in ten.

I was so disappointed in myself. I felt like 16 again. 😞I thought I wouldn't still be dealing with this shit, but I guess, I was wrong.

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[fabbyf1]

Hi Besties! 

I know I sort of just... disappeared, and I’m very sorry for worrying you.

To everyone who sent me an ask or dm checking on me: I really appreciate you. I'm not going to publish them, because I don’t think you sent them to me so that I would publish them, but thank you so much for caring about me and taking the time to send me a note of love and support. 

It means a lot to me to know that so many of you think about me and notice when I'm not around. I think we can all agree that that’s a really nice feeling. It says a lot about who you are as people and confirms the fact that we have built such a lovely little corner of the internet together. I'm a firm believer in the fact tumblr, and any other fan space or social media website, should always bring joy and positivity to your life. And if it's not, you should do something else. 

Nobody is getting paid to be here. We all choose to spend our free time here to relax, and unwind, and share a laugh with other people who share our weird little interests. I'm so grateful that my blog, and everyone who follows and interacts with me, has always kept it a light-hearted, supportive place. I know a lot of other big blogs can’t say the same thing, and they are constantly receiving hate and rude people in their inboxes. So thank you for helping me keep this a safe space where we can giggle and gossip and support each other.

Let’s address the elephant in the room. 

I disappeared from the internet for a lot of reasons, but mostly because... I am feeling very guilty and overwhelmed about my lack of writing. It's easier for me to disappear and avoid it altogether than to feel like I’m disappointing anyone. 

But let me be clear: these feelings are totally and 100% my own. Nobody is making me feel this way. Nobody is sending me anon hate, or demanding updates, or telling me that I've let them down. This is an expectation and standard I have put on myself, and I feel like I am failing myself when it comes to writing.

And that’s just something I have to deal with. 

Writing fanfiction has been a major part of my life since I was 12 years old (albeit, very bad fanfiction at 12 years old.) It’s a hobby that I will never move on from. And honestly, the older I get, the more I fall in love with it. I think fanfiction gets a lot of hate from people who don’t understand it or have never read it, but fanfiction is an important part of fan culture and brings so many people together. 

Some of the most powerful, impacting, and lasting words I’ve ever read were all from fanfiction. The words that haunt me, or that I think about over and over again are all from fanfiction. And I think that’s why I put so much pressure on myself when it comes to writing. 

I don’t want to publish something that is not my best work. I don’t want to update something just to update it; I want it to be exactly the way I envisioned it, if not better. I want it to mean something to you. I want you to love it, or laugh at it, or cry to it, or whatever that fic or that chapter is supposed to bring out of you. 

I haven’t opened my google docs for more than 5 minutes in... months. 

Just thinking about it overwhelms me because I feel like I’ve backed myself into a corner that I don’t want to be in. It’s silly and not as dramatic as I’m making it seem, but I wish I could go back and delete a few paragraphs at the end of the last chapter of the mastermind fic, so that the next chapter could be something... different. 

And I know that I technically could do that, but that doesn’t seem right either, because it would be confusing to everyone who is current with the fic and especially those who have read it multiple times and are expecting the next chapter to be something. 

Silly, right? 

But I feel very trapped by my wip right now.

When I wrote my other long fics like Long Live or Vapor, I didn’t post them as wips and I could go back and completely change the course of the story if I wanted to. But you can’t really do that with a wip. (Again, I know I technically could, but it would be very confusing.) I had this entire story mapped out in a timeline of how I wanted things to go, and so far have followed that, but I’m feeling very... trapped by it now. That’s the only word I can think of to describe it. 

I’m going to find a way out of this writing slump I’m in. I promise you will. I have to. The fic, the characters, you, and I deserve this fic to continue and to grow into what I know they should be. I’m just struggling a lot with the idea of writing this next chapter because I wish it could be something different. 

I’m not sure any of that makes sense, but maybe you get it. 

I’m sorry I disappeared. 

When my fight or flight kicks in, I always choose flight.

I’m going to try and be better. 

Thank you all for loving me. 

[clarisse0o]

The Mayor - Chapter 17

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Architect

Words: 400

Masterlist

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Tuesday morning, just as I was about to leave for work, Alessia called out from the other room.

“Ona, I forgot to tell you. Paul Bronze invited us, you and me, to have dinner at his place with his father this Thursday. As a thank you for everything I’ve done, and because he knows you’re working on the house! Nice, right?”

My blood ran cold. I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around.

“What? Are you kidding me?”

She was taken aback by my reaction.

“Calm down, Ona. It’s just a dinner, nothing more! Very casual, he said!”

“You could’ve told me sooner! You know I don’t really like that woman.”

And I’m sleeping with her, for that matter, I thought to myself.

“Listen, Paul and his father are both very nice, and he didn’t really give me an option. His father just got out of the hospital and would’ve been disappointed if I declined!”

“I’m not going!”

“You can be so stubborn sometimes! Like a child!”

I slammed the door.

It was already 9:00 a.m., and I was running late, feeling on edge. Dinner at Lucy’s? With Alessia? This was getting more absurd by the minute. Lucy could have warned me; she must have known!

As soon as I got to the office, I typed furiously on my keyboard.

 Lucy, WHAT IS THIS DINNER? 

She replied quickly.

“Yes, Paul mentioned it yesterday; he’d already invited Alessia. What do you expect me to do?”

Her email left me speechless; she seemed utterly indifferent.

“Doesn’t this situation bother you? Does this all seem normal to you?”

She responded.

“Ona, it’s just a dinner. You’ll manage to keep your hands off me, and everything will go smoothly.”

The nerve.

“Very funny. I won’t take part in this charade!”

She responded within five minutes.

“Relax, Ona. You told me you weren’t in a relationship, right? Don’t start overthinking a dinner—just consider it a meal among friends.”

I was fuming; she was mocking me.

“Yes, well, your husband thinks you’re single. And besides, the situation is strange, it’s complicated.”

Her reply floored me.

“I thought you weren’t so uptight, Ona. See you Thursday.”

I hated her tone throughout this exchange. And I was surprised that the idea of me being at her place for an evening didn’t unsettle her.

She was so sure of herself, looking down on me.

She would regret it.

[apptrans]

Since I deleted my social media that actually had our wedding photos, I’m going to make a post here to celebrate.

I was going to delete Hinge on November 1st, 2022. Halloween is my favorite holiday and I spent from 1pm-10pm working a job that was not fulfilling, hardly celebrating the holiday at all. I came home and went on Hinge. I had already been super fed up with online dating/being ghosted/that whole thing, so I told myself that I was going to hit the “ten likes a day” they give you for the free version and delete the app the next day if nothing happened. Then, I saw Wolf’s profile.

Having studied music industry for my bachelor’s degree, I am pretty particular when it comes to people saying they are “good at singing”. But holy fuck. One of Wolf’s prompts had a video of him singing and he could actually sing. Another prompt said that he wanted to go to school for music industry at the exact same school I graduated from. Yet another said that he loved to explore abandoned things, something that I have always had a passion for and haven’t done much since I didn’t want to do it alone. I was blown away. If there is any version of “love at first sight: dating app edition”, this was it. So I sent him the first rose I had ever sent out on Hinge (and my last) with a message saying “Who the hell are you and where did you come from. I love so much about your profile and would love to get to know you”. I stayed up for another half hour (at this point, it was nearing midnight) and was pretty disappointed that I hadn’t gotten a response at all to it. With that, I went to bed, again with the intention to delete the app the next day.

At 6:01AM, I got a response from Wolf. But me being me, I didn’t wake up until hours later. After hearing his side of things, Wolf tells me he was excitedly anxious, hoping that I wasn’t one of those typical guys on Hinge who sends one message and then never responds. Obviously I responded when I woke up, and that started a very long string of messages, soon to be texts, that never ended. I knew that I wanted to meet up with him. However, having been in my first semester of grad school on top of working retail full-time, I knew that it would take a little bit for us to meet up. I also knew that most guys on dating apps want an immediate date in mind or else they lose interest, so I was nervous this would be a put-off for him. I can’t recall the exact words, but Wolf told me that I “was worth the wait”. We met in person for the first time on November 5th, 2022.

While I won’t give the specific details since that’s something I want special just for Wolf and I, the date went very, very well. Most people look better in their pictures than they do in person. Wolf already was incredibly attractive in his pictures and in person- I can’t even begin to describe how I felt. I was shy making eye contact with him because he was (and is!) so good-looking. The date lasted hours, many of which we spent in my car just talking about music.

Needless to say, we never went a day without talking to each other. I remember wanting to not seem overeager, so I waited maybe three days after that to see him again. To my recollection, besides times when I have been gone for work or on a weekend trip with friends, we haven’t spent a day apart since. We knew we were each other’s person within the first month. I remember within a couple of weeks of us knowing each other, Wolf sent me a post about this music festival in Vegas happening months from then. I didn’t even hesitate to say yes and buy tickets to it. In retrospect, probably a really crazy thing to do, but it worked. To this day that was the longest trip we’ve taken together (mostly because the economy sucks and we’re both college students, so we’re super broke).

Flash forward a bit of time, we got married on June 22nd, 2024. For many reasons, (financial constraints being the main one) we eloped in NYC and didn’t have anyone there besides our officiant and photographer(s). I wouldn’t have it any other way. It was so us to do it that way. While I could end this on a more negative note due to the current administration, I won’t. The point of this post is to celebrate what we’ve been able to do. We are two trans guys who were able to have a gay wedding and be in love despite what's going on in this world. Is it tough? Absolutely. But we have each other and we have the support of so, so many people. Thank you to whoever has read this to the end. This is the very short version of our love story, but I wanted to at least get something out there.

@3deifiedart

[der-schweizer]

On day three of Cheesemelt: Dance

(day two will come shortly, struggling with the ending)

Vlad watched with mixed emotions as his daughter Dani danced with the boy. He still didn't know what she saw in him. He had only reluctantly allowed them to go out, outright refused to accept them dating and had spent no small amount of time being petty to him after they did get enloped. (Anything else and his baby girl Dani would get mad at him.)

The live band finished their song and they both parted, he went back to his chair, whilst Dani went to him and held out a hand. Vlad made an over exaggerated sigh and rolled his eyes. “Do I have to?”

“Dad.” Her tone alone told him he was thin ice, “Are you really going to refuse the Father Daughter Dance at my wedding?” Okay no, he wasn't on thin ice, she was just being a sarcastic little shit again.

Vlad made another over exaggerated sigh but got up and took her hand, his bad knee already protested at being unsupported by his cane but he bore the pain. They moved into the center of the dancefloor, and as soon as they had taken hold of each other the band began to play a slow waltz.

As they shuffled left, right, back and forth, Dani spoke quietly “You know, at first I wanted them to play a flamenco or something else really fast, but Dami convinced me otherwise, saying that no matter how petty you are to him, his love for me is greater than that.”

He bit back a huff, but going from the sharp look she gave him, he hadn’t bitten it back well enough. “You know my opinions about him, I always made them clear about him.” He paused as he saw the hurt in her, felt her core vibrate in pain/hurt/disappointment. They danced for a while longer, with neither speaking.

Just as the music was about to end he pulled her in close and gave her a hug. “I know I can’t forever hold you close, that one day you will leave me and live a life on your own. I just think that its too soon and I never really prepared myself for letting you go.”

Dani stopped her attempt at shuffling as the music died and looked up to him with wide eyes. Vlad swallowed the potato in his throat as he quietly said to her. “I’m proud of you.”

Her eyes widened, knowing how rare genuine praise from him was.

“I’m happy for you.”

Tears began to glitter in her eyes, not yet shed but threatening to fall. He raised a hand, brushing the first one away with his thumb and looked at her with all the love he had ever denied himself from feeling.

“I love you, my sweet little girl.”

Dani all but rammed her face into his chest, no doubt ruining his suit jacket with her mascara and heavered a sob. Her core sang in happy/joy/love and he hugged her tight to himself, letting his own core join hers.

Reluctantly he let go of her, and they moved back to his seat. No he wasn’t crying, he just had gotten something into his eyes, that was all.

Yes thats right suckers!!! Adult!Dani!!! it was never specified that she had to be a child only that there has to be Father daughter relationship! So enjoy me aging her up to teen and more.

[taibhsearachd]

Alright you’re on thin fucking ice my dude, and you’ve triggered my ire, so! Great things about Andromeda, that are also things I feel are crucial to a good Mass Effect game:

- First of all, unlike previous ME games, you get jump jets and free roam around terrain. I can climb on top of my spaceship and my crew will verbally judge me about it. (Also, ladders consistently work. Just saying, every time I play ME3, I get at least one weird ladder issue.)

- Can I panic and just punch nearby enemies to death? Yes! My first Ryder was highly melee based and the combat style felt incredibly fun and dynamic.

- Can I snipe? Yes. On my second playthrough, I carried… two, possibly three sniper rifles in my load out because it allowed me extra shots with my sniper rifles. I got to live my headshot dreams in this game!

- Do the planets feel like real environments? There’s less planets than you get in previous ME games, but they’re bigger and the environmental hazards feel more real. This is a legitimate problem you’re trying to solve, not just something that temporarily fucks with your shields or toxicity or whatever.

- Can you have fun with the vehicle? …look I’m the #1 Mako fan, every vehicle in 2 and 3 that wasn’t the Mako was a disappointment, I would die to defend the Mako’s honor? The Nomad’s better. It’s super fun to drive, it’s customizable, and there is one specific planet that will make you feel like you’re driving the Mako in ME1 all over again. One time I got out the Nomad and was immediately run over and killed by it because I disembarked on too steep a slope, and I was cackling with delight because it felt so much like the Mako’s bullshit. Your mileage may vary.

- Can I enjoy myself just fucking around? ……I think I spent over an hour trying to get a big space worm to directly impact my rover, and I never quite figured it out but I didn’t feel slighted either. I chose to waste that time fucking around. It was fun.

- Can I kiss an alien? There’s so much more alien romance than there was in previous games. Especially more queer alien romance. They literally added a patch to make one of the romance options gayer. Just saying, in original ME trilogy my only queer option as a female Shepard was Liara (my space wife) and maybe a side character? There are so many more possibilities here.

- Sense of wonder. This is the big thing with me in sci-fi. We’re in space. I want to see big things. I want the sense of scale to overwhelm me. ….in Andromeda, there is at least one place on every planet that will do that, and sometimes some extra things. The entire plot is built around this and I love it and I’m devastated we’ll probably never get more.

Meanwhile, people who mostly haven’t played Andromeda at all will say shit about it. People expect a single game to be as good and meaningful as the finale of a trilogy and that’s simply not going to happen. People will look at bugs that were fixed within a week of release and call the game bad for that.

It’s a good game. It’s fun to play. The story and the world building is solid. I genuinely don’t know what problem people have with it.

Hey you can currently get Mass Effect Legendary Edition (that's all 3 of the first games and the DLC) and Mass Effect Andromeda for like... $12 combined, on both Steam and the EA store.

Andromeda is a good fucking game and I will die on this hill.

[lavendead]

HAIKYUU TUMBLR!!!! I am having a crisis, I went to a barnes and noble the other day and saw the haijyuu art book which had a copy of the jnt line up from the manga right? and the only other time i’ve seen this was online and it sparked the whole alan crisis because arans name was alan in the line up but when i saw the line up in the (official) book his name was aran!!! Look!!!

was Alan even real or did someone dupe me for years???

[bloobydabloob]

Holy shit I love your Dirk interpretations, it's so true and I could talk about this shit forever. I feel like another part of his character that people seem to forget (along with Roxy for some reason) is that he's from the future in solitude in an apocalyptic wasteland. I just see that part of his character always removed which is disappointing because I feel like that's a pretty big part, especially regarding his themes around technology, his brother's theme of Time, his own isolation, and how he plays in the vastness of the universe and spacetime.

Art I drew related to the subject because I like to respond to asks with art.

But absolutely. I certainly understand where the lack of discussion over his isolation + upbringing comes from, considering a majority of the fanbase that I have seen builds their ideas based on their own version of postcanon. I’m not entirely sure how that would be fixed, but certainly even in the somewhat recent past I would see a lot more content regarding his upbringing both literally and symbolically. I don’t have much to add regarding the things you’ve mentioned, because they just are what they are. Dirk being confined to a singular room left to him by a father figure he never met, in a future where the only other person left on the planet is someone he cannot pursue a relationship of because of himself, with purely 3 robots to keep him companion, one being an exact replica of his own brain who is *also* trapped inside a pair of glasses, is about as literal as it gets to me.

The contrast to me involving the flooded, organic world in comparison to the little speckle of Dirk’s apartment packed with the dude and his technics is not only a representation of his isolation and entrapment within himself, but also of his lack of control. I think his obsession with & themes of control are a direct product in the case of Dirk specifically *of* this kind of upbringing. His themes of technology are also related to his themes around control. So much of his character is actually revolved around this to me like so much. Dirk is so deeply disconnected from humanity in every way and so much of his character + symbolism is based around that.

It doesn’t even have to be about the symbolism or anything though. It’s just pretty *interesting* in the literal sense that he lives in the middle of the ocean in the future. There’s not only a lot to theorise on to do with his young life there, but on how it might affect him in the way he acts for the rest of his life. The latter part is probably what I see mentioned the most by people talking about Dirk regarding this, I’m surprised I don’t see more discussion on the former too though. I really ought to actually talk more about Homestuck stuff on here. I will do it myself.

Roxy & Dirk’s relationship is largely ignored though because there is a narrative a certain demographic spreads that Dirk resented and blamed Roxy for her interest in him, and thus too many people believe that their relationship was or would continue to be an abusive one. Realistically, I believe it’s important to acknowledge that the way Roxy treated Dirk regarding his homosexuality wasn’t right while still acknowledging the obvious amount of respect and admiration Dirk had for Roxy. I mean we have a huge piece of dialogue from their post trickster mode conversations on the quest beds from Dirk purely stating how he feels about Roxy that people completely ignore somehow. I think this usually happens to characters that are women though. I know everyone says it, but it is true. Jane gets the exact same treatment of boiling her down to solely her negative aspects. The things I see completely mischaracterising both of them are horrific.

I mean how much more explicit can it get that their relationship is obviously very important to Dirk? But I digress. I think the best or I should say “most interesting” interpretations of their relationship usually come from DirkRoxy shippers actually.

I would be interested to hear about Dirk’s relation to his brother’s theme of time though. I don’t have any thoughts on this and I don’t recall ever hearing anyone talk about it before. If you or anyone else would be willing to enlighten me I’d be thrilled.

[fumifooms]

Chilchuck analysis speedrun: As a hardworking half-foot who grew up poor and discriminated against and had his gullibility taken advantage of multiple times in his early adventuring days, Chilchuck thinks optimism is a dangerous flaw. He’s stressed and strict all the time because his job is noticing details like traps that could get everyone killed before anyone knows it, he takes the lives of everyone to be on his shoulders, and with the way he speaks about it that probably partly reflects how he felt about taking it upon himself to provide for his family too. His life’s always been pretty centered around work and has become even moreso now that his wife left and everyone is independent, and due to past events he’s very iffy with bonding with coworkers. He thinks feelings and job are a disaster mix. Like with his wife or with parties hiring him as sacrifice, being open or having good faith is vulnerability which can get you hurt, so he processes and shows all his stress as anger instead of worry. Doing strict dieting probably isn’t helping the irritability what with hunger, and on top of being a hunger suppressant alcohol might be the main stress reliever he has.

His grey hairs are so earned

[omtai]

it feels everytime mcr does something major everyone has got to complain for the next week and a half. feels like christmas dinner daily on tumblr the way everyone’s fighting all the time

[mylove-thresher]

chat where is the jar store at

(He got delivered today with a certificate on serving from the university of cunt motherington)

((why is the quality so shitty Tumblr))

I cannot with myself bc what is this mess bro 😭