#like. i think emotions were running too high to actually go hug him when hes kneeling next to cazador and crying like that

[plasma-packin-peep]

The fact that there is no option to hug astarion during the end of his personal quest is heartbreaking

#like. i think emotions were running too high to actually go hug him when hes kneeling next to cazador and crying like that #i think thats one of the situations where it SOUNDS like a hug would be nice but a hug would NOT actually be nice #or maybe thats just my autism speaking LOL. #but anyway. even if i cant hug him then i wish i could hug him afterward at camp #when hes being all reflective and earnest #that man needs a hug. let me hug my friend. im really proud of him #ending the cycle of violence deserves a hug. #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3

[reidshearts]

Picture 1, summer lake party!

You had just turned 16 when you had finally been granted permission to stay out later and attend one of the infamous lake parties hosted by head councillors and the older campers. Your older siblings in the Ares cabin had prepped you of the activities that took place and what not to do to embarrass the Ares name. For example when one of your brother, Aiden had snuck in weed and accidentally misplaced it before realising, after Chiron had caught them, the wood nymphs had stolen it and … well they were forbidden to tell the rest by Mr D!

After many hours of changing outfits with your Clarisse's opinions, you had decided on a pink floral two piece swim costume before layering a cute tank top and your favourite denim shorts.

You gave yourself some encouragement in the mirror before heading down to the lake after your siblings, not before hugging Clarisse goodbye seeing as she was too young to attend.

Noticing a few crowds already scattered across the area. You paused, realising the only people you knew closely had already begun to mingle and join their friends. Of course this wasn't a good idea, there was no point trying to fit in with your siblings friend groups, they would reject you after noticing you weren't like them. Not brave like Lena, as pretty as Clarisse but you were too emotional and sensitive no matter how many times you had tried to change. You would never have the confidence.

Preparing to leave you had turned on your heels before a warm hand took a hold of your shoulder, forcing you to turn around and an unfamiliar voice spoke.

"I am so sorry i didn't mean to startle you, just wanted to see if you were okay was all"

After realising this person had meant no harm you noticed it was Luke, a son from the Hermes cabin. Smiling softly you admire his soft features, from his onyx curls to his mesmerising jawline.

Luke chuckled breaking you from your stare, of course he had also admired you however he had learnt to be more subtle.

"Sorry your...", you clear you throat and decide not to continue your trail of thoughts, "Oh yea I'm peachy just going to head back to my cabin, get some beauty sleep yanno?"

"You only just got here"

"You stalking me Luke?"

"Nope, just observant but I think I've been more subtle than you, my eyes are up here sweetheart"

You turned your head trying to hide you growing smile however your plan failed when your eyes met his again.

"C'mon you have to actually be by the lake to say you came to one of these things!", Luke exclaimed before giving you his best smile, saved for his favourite people and holding out his hand for you take take.

You threw your head back with a huff giving in and reluctantly placing your hand in his. He had definetly then suprised you when you were suddenly launched forwards trying to catch up with his running further towards the lake.

Luke made his way with his hand in yours towards the furthest end of the lake where only few campers sat, slowing his pace as he got closer. You couldn't help but admire the lake as, forgetting it's beauty in the glowing sunset. Trees scattered the landscape and vines dripped from the high branches creating curtains that sun snuck through and highlighted rows of hyancinths and tulips. This was beautiful you thought.

You were truly magnificent Luke thought, his gaze admiring you and your actions. Your hands were still clasped together as Luke softly pulled you down to sit on the nearest picnic blanket with him. It was an intimate moment, both sitting side by side, thighs touching as you got lost in conversation.

Time slipped by and you both hadn't noticed how campers had began to make their ways back to their cabins, only a few including you two still stayed. The moon had now shone down reflecting light against the lake waters.

"I love the lake like this", you expressed, "the most peaceful it probably is all day" recalling the number of people who swam and splashed in it earlier the evening.

"Are we personifying the lake now?", Luke teased.

"No, doof you know what I mean"

"Like you wanna capture it and keep it in your pocket?"

"Yea, well maybe not my pocket but a pretty box would be nice", you replied with a soft grin, your features were lit up by the night sky.

"Well then why don't we", he suggested.

Before you could question him, he was already calling out to another camper who he had seen previously to have a polaroid camera with her. The girl wondered over with a grin, pleased to capture a cute moment between the two of you. Luke pulled you closer, hand around respectfully around your back and your head dropping onto his shoulder.

"Cheese!", the girl exclaimed and you gave your best smile hoping Luke was doing the same, "Awh that was so cute guys, here you go, keep it safe".

She handed over the polaroid photo to you carefully before skipping back towards her friend group. Waving it around in the air you impatiently waited for the picture to develop.

"Shit, we should probably head back, the last group is leaving now, ready?", Luke jumped to his feet while lending out his hand to you.

"Thank you kind sir", you replied letting him pull you up, holding the polaroid tightly in one hand and keeping his in yours as you wandered back through the woods. The walk wasn't long and seemed to have unfortunatley quickened as you both shared whispers, hoping to not wake the sleeping campers with loud voices.

Standing in front of your cabin with a blush and a honest smile was not how you anticipated the night to end when you first arrived at the lake. But you weren't disappointed.

"I had a nice time", Luke spoke, matching your smile.

"Me too"

Your hands were both still tightly strung together before you reluctantly let go, leaving a final squeeze.

"Night Luke"

"Night sweetheart", he gave you a brief kiss on your forehead before making his way back to his cabin, looking back twice as he watched you open the cabin door.

With one final glance over your shoulder you quietly shut the cabin door and head to your bunk. Thankfully not dropping the polaroid in your fingers you figured it had probably developed by now. Holding it up your smile only grew wider. You had a smile on your face in the picture and where you had expected to see Luke's also towards the camera it was not. His eyes glued to you, leaning on his shoulder, and had a soft smile, admiration only seen.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x fem!reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x you #percy jackon and the olympians #percyjackson #annabeth chase #charlie bushnell

[arachnoia]

mode ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ | miguel o’hara

miguel o’hara x afab! reader

in which one of new york’s most famous models runs into an old acquaintance during a modeling gig.

had a lil drabble in mind so i wrote it!! thank you guys so so much for liking my last posts it means a lot!! tbh idk what this was but I was j writing. i’m open to write other characters but need ideas so pls drop some in my requests! formula 1 is also going to be continued v v soon!

thank you! 😪🙏🏼

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You’ve always had aspirations of becoming a model, being on a billboard along with many celebrities you admired.

The posing, the glamour, the attention.

It was a dream you’ve always had, having an insatiable hunger for it.

You drank your chai in peace as you were just finished your Pilates class. You had a photoshoot later on to model some new brand that hit social media and exploded in popularity. It could help both your public images.

“Good morning, N/n!” Jess said, giving you a hug from behind.

Jess is your roommate and has been your best friend since your freshman year in high school. The both of you bonded over American pop culture, fashion, and the immense difficulty of your freshman physics class.

She had your back when you forgot the formula for net force and when you were having emotional turmoil over your crush on Miguel O’Hara.

Everyone knew about your crush on him because who would have a crush on the physics math geek?

You.

He was scrawny, quiet, a nerd, and no one knew who he was. Until people found out you liked him, which was obvious because you would get caught staring at him from across the lunchroom multiple times.

The two of you were polar opposites socially.

You weren’t popular, to say the least, but it’s not like people didn’t know who you are. There were a decent amount of people who liked you in high school, but you only had your eye on him.

Like Jess, he was also in your physics class freshman year and caught your eye.

He’s the reason why you wanted to do modeling.

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It was junior year in your AP Lang class and you two were doing peer reviews for an essay.

You two were in a library near your high school. It was quiet until he just blurted out: “You should consider modeling, Y/n.”

Your eyes widened at his sudden compliment, “What?”

He just shrugged and pushed up his square glasses. “I’m just saying that you’d look nice on a cover of a magazine. You look the type.”

“O-Oh…Thanks?”

You mentally slapped yourself for sounding so awkward.

His face stayed as nonchalant as always, “Mhm.”

It was safe to say that there wasn’t a single word spoken after that.

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Jess tied up her hair and stretched. “Do you need a ride? Isn’t the studio in Manhattan?”

You shook your head and sipped your chai, “Nope, it’s in Brooklyn. And it’s okay! I have some errands to run after the shoot if it won’t take long.”

“Alright, girl. What’s the guy’s name again? The guy that owns the brand.”

“I think his name's Gabriel?” You shrugged and took a bite out of your açaí bowl. Jess took a spoon and ate some too.

“Wow! You just take my breakfast huh?”

Jess giggled and ran back to her room, “Good luckkkk!”

You scoffed and smiled, “You bitch!”

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You took the train to get to the studio and walked there.

It was a little apartment building that had some graffiti on the side of the wall. You liked how nice the graffiti was.

You went inside and knocked on the door for apartment 206.

You heard some clutter and a voice all of a sudden, “-Coming!”

The door opened to a young man, maybe in his 20s? Early 30s?

“Hi, my name is Gabriel! You’re Y/n Y/l/n? I’ve heard so much about you! You’re an amazing model. Your magazine shoot with Vogue was so nice!” he gushed.

His voice sounded really familiar but wasn’t at the same time.

“Oh thank you so much! Your brand is actually really nice! Thank you for reaching out! Can I come in?”

He rushed in and stood to the side of the door, “Of course! Come right in!”

The apartment was really nice and was a decent size. Not too big and small.

Some assistants were running around getting some clothes ready and preparing the violet backdrop with a silver desk that looked like something out of Star Wars.

You got into many different outfits which were really modern and motorsport-ish.

It reminded you of that futuristic streetwear style that’s growing these days, which was really fresh to see.

Gabriel popped in from the lounge area where you were already dressed to go home, “You did really good! Again thank you so much for coming! It’s going to do the brand so so well!”

You smiled and nodded, “Of course! It was nice meeting-“

You heard the door open and was interrupted by another voice, “Hey Gabri, you left your electronic watch at my place.”

Gabriel smiled and went over to claim his watch, punching the man in the arm, “Thanks Miggy!”

Your face twisted from a smile to a shocked expression.

“Oh! Y/n, meet my older brother, Miguel!” Gabriel said, pointing at his brother.

“Miggy, meet Y/n Y/l/n! She’s an awesome model who’s helping me promote my brand!”

He looked over to you and stared, “I’ve heard of who she is.”

You couldn’t help but have your jaw drop. Your eyes couldn’t believe it.

That scrawny, shy kid from high school was no more. He got replaced by a man with a body identical to a greek god’s, beautiful, luscious locks of chestnut hair, and gorgeous arms.

He still had his old square glasses which added charm to the rest of his outfit; a black compression shirt and grey sweatpants.

He made you feel like you were back in high school, crushing on him while he explained formulas to you.

“I said ‘hi’, Ms. Y/l/n,” he smiled, looking you up and down. You didn’t know if he was being judgmental or just observing.

“O-Oh! Hi!” You held at your hand to Miguel, who looked a slight bit amused and shook it.

“My brother here is a chemical engineer at this place, Alche-what?”

Miguel rolled his eyes and laughed, “Alchemax. And it’s nice to meet you, miss.”

Gabriel smiled and checked his phone due to it ringing loudly, “Shoot! I have to pick up some fabric I ordered. It’s the last one they have! Migs, please lock up! Good bye, Ms. Y/l/n!”

Gabriel ran out the studio and threw the keys at Miguel, who caught them quickly.

Miguel looked back at you and smiled sarcastically, “Y’know, it would’ve been nice if you weren’t eye fucking me in front of my own brother, Ms. Y/l/n.”

You felt shivers down your spine.

The way your last name rolled off his tongue was so sexy, especially with that slight accent he’s always had.

You tried to say something so you wouldn’t look like a complete idiot in front of your high school crush, “E-Excuse me…?“

“You heard me, Y/n.”

Oh fuck.

“I b-believe you’re mistaken. I would never do that in a professional setting with someone I work with.”

You mentally cheered yourself on. You weren’t sounding like an idiot anymore.

You don’t think.

He hummed and shrugged, “I didn’t think I would see you working with my brother, yet here we are. How’s life been?”

What the fuck?

How could he be so calm and asking ‘how’s life?’ after accusing you for eyefucking him.

He wasn’t wrong but it’s embarrassing.

“It’s fine. So you work at Alchemax?”

“Yeah. We’re working on something right now, but I can’t tell you.” He started chuckling and folded his arms

God, how much you loved that in high school.

Even then, he would make every single little thing so sexy.

In high school, he looked like he had never experienced a touch of a woman.

But now…

“Why not?”

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, “It’s top secret, nena.”

You looked at him from the side of your eye and he locked eyes with you.

You couldn’t deny the rough tension in the room.

His eyes were a beautiful shade of ruby red, accentuated thanks to the blinding glare of the studio lights still being on.

Then you locked your eyes to his lips. They were so full and beautiful and you wanted to kiss them.

He smiled at you and was going to pull back from his leaning position before you wrapped your arms around his neck and connected your lips to his.

You’ve been waiting since freshman year to kiss him. Who could blame you?

What you didn’t expect is for him to kiss you back, more rough and passionate.

You felt him smile a bit, making you kiss him even more.

It didn’t take long for you and Miguel to walk towards the desk, where he broke from the kiss and pushed you against the desk, ass facing him.

You were still in disbelief that you were making out with your high school crush so suddenly, making your heart pound.

You were wearing one of your favorite outfits; a black corset top and a white lace skirt you stole from Jess.

You felt him rub your ass before he spanked it under your skirt, hearing him growl a bit. “Fuck…”

He leaned towards to kiss your cheek, feeling his hard bulge from his sweatpants. “Let me make you feel good, cariño.”

Did you mention you loved it when he spoke in Spanish? You loved it when he spoke in general.

You turned around and sat on the desk as you took off your top and slid down your skirt, leaving you in your panties.

He looked at you up and down again, now with underlying lust and darkness in his eyes, “I’ve been waiting to do this since high school.”

He roughly took his shirt off and also slid down his pants, leaving you to gawk at his stunningly toned body.

“Like what you see? Careful, mi bélla, you have something aquí,” he smirked as he caressed your face.

He placed his hand on your hip and played with the string of your underwear before ripping it apart with his (abnormally?) long nails.

“That’s better,” he said as he pulled the piece of clothing off of you. He took off his boxers and as soon as he did that, you kneeled down and started rubbing on his length.

“Let me make you feel good first.” You started grazing your lips on it and kissed his swollen tip, already oozing with precum.

You put him inside your mouth and he started to gently thrust as you started to suck.

“Yeah baby, you feel so fucking good-"

You felt like gagging, taking him all, thick, long, and veiny.

It didn’t take long for him to ejaculate in your mouth, having you swallow and some of his cum spilling on the sides of your mouth.

“God, you look so sexy like this,” he whispered, brushing some of your hair away from your face. You smiled up at him as he bit his lip.

He sat you on top of the desk, legs wide open.

He started to play with your clit and inserted two fingers almost immediatly to your already wet core.

"M-Miguel...fuck."

You whimpered quietly as he started to fingerfuck you fastly.

He chuckled darkly, "If you can't handle my fingers, then I'd like to see you handle my cock."

You laughed dryly and cried out as he went even faster.

Right as you were going to come, he stopped.

"Why did you do that," you slurred, feeling high on the sexual tension.

"Don't worry, just wait."

He whispered as he kept teasing your poor clit and started to pump his dick.

"Shhhhh" he muttered as he started to insert himself inch by inch, “Estas haciendo bien, mi linda. AY DIOS-"

Your eyes widened at how much he stretched you out, and it was barely the tip. "Oh fuck, Miguel-"

"D-Don't worry, baby. You're doing good..."

You scratched at his back as you bounced again and again. "O-Oh my fucking god..."

You felt like you were in a porn movie with how loud your moans and how bright the studio lights were, accentuating every crease and muscle on Miguel’s hot body.

You couldn’t help but stare as he mindlessly rearranges your organs fucking you.

You started to hold on to his arms as he went at a violent pace.

“A-Alchemax must stress the living shit out of you, h-huh? F-FUCK!”

He smiled a bit as he went a little faster, “You can’t...imagine. Estos pinche- PUTA MADRÉ-"

You felt him twitch inside of you and release, filling you up to the brim as you released your high as well.

"Oh s-shit..."

You mumbled before covering your face, turning over to hide your face and just bent over.

He kissed your exhausted body on the desk, all sweaty and hot from your tiring activities from earlier.

As he dressed up again, he couldn’t help but stare at his masterpiece; having Y/n Y/l/n, one of New York’s most respected models, in such a slutted out position.

Bent over and trembling, filled up to the rim with his cum.

Although he was a chemical engineer at such a highly respected place such as Alchemax, he couldn't help but feel proud that he had you like this.

Just for him.

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[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 38: DANIELLE'S STATEMENT

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

Cillian took the phone from Nina, reading the article out loud to you both. His face grew grim as he absorbed the contents, his expression mirroring your unease. You exchanged looks, knowing this was going to be a problem.

"Well, there's no denying it now," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

You bit your lip, trying to decide how to handle the situation. You felt your cheeks heat up as you imagined the consequences of what this may mean for you both. Not only was this humiliating for Cillian just before the BAFTAs, but also did it jeopardise your relationship with him, especially since, until now, he did not know about how you made your money in the past.

Cillian looked conflicted, torn between whether or not to address the situation, but you decided to break the silence first. 

"I did not mean to hide anything from you, Cillian but I was and still am utterly embarrassed by this," you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

"So, it is actually true?" Cillian asked with surprise, thinking that the tabloids had made up a story to make you look bad.

"Yes," you said, and this statement took courage, given the secrets you had kept thus far especially in front of Cillian's 14-year-old daughter Nina who, too, had to hear why you did what you did at such a young age. "It started when I was 16 actually. Not when I was 18. It was illegal but, when I went to high school, my forester parents didn't support me. They used the money they were given by the state to buy drugs and alcohol, so I needed to find a way to finance my studies. I worked at a strip club to pay for my tuition fees. It's not something I am proud of, and I have been trying hard to forget about it ever since," you explained, causing Cillian to swallow harshly before cupping your face.

"I am so sorry Cillian," you began to cry, and Cillian quickly shook his head. 

"Don't be, Y/N. I don't care where you come from or what you did. You are smart, beautiful, and funny. And I love you. That's all that matters to me," he replied earnestly, making you smile weakly through your tears.

Cillian caressed your cheek with his thumb, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "But I am sorry that you had to endure such shit upbringings and now have to endure this rubbish as well," he went on to say, his voice gentle yet firm. "We'll get through this together, okay?" he suggested, and a lump formed in your throat as you nodded, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand.

"This will look so bad for you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Cillian winced, looking genuinely hurt by the mention of his age. "I don't care what it looks like," he assured you. "What I care about is who you are, not where you're from or what you've done. If people can't see that, then they're not worth worrying about," he then reassured you before he drew you into a fierce embrace, his words offering solace and reassurance. 

You hugged him back, feeling your emotions spilling over. "Thank you, Cill. This means a lot to me," you whispered into his chest, and Cillian squeezed you tighter, his own heart swelling with pride and protectiveness.

Nina cleared her throat, breaking the tender moment. "I'm really sorry for interrupting you guys, but we need to talk about this. You are not going to let this slide, are you?" she said, gesturing towards the magazine. 

Cillian reluctantly released you, allowing you to compose yourself before speaking again.

"Look, it doesn't change anything between us," he pointed out to his daughter, trying to put her mind at ease before turning to you.

You nodded, trying to swallow down the lump forming in your throat. Silently, you agreed hesitantly, still processing the newfound information.

Cillian wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. You took a deep breath, letting Cillian's warmth seep into your being.

"Can you say something back, dad?" Nina asked, her tone curious. 

"To the press?" he asked rhetorically, raising an eyebrow in response to his daughter's question.

Nina scoffed, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "They always do this kind of thing. You're just an easy target because of your age difference with Y/N. Otherwise, no one would have cared. You need to make a statement or something," she commented, crossing her arms defensively.

Cillian sighed, running a hand through his hair once more in frustration. He despised engaging with reporters and gossip like this, but it seemed necessary in order to protect those closest to him - including you.

"Fuck," he cursed before picking up his phone from the bedside table and making a call to his publicity agent.

"Liam, listen. There's an article in OK! Magazine that you need to address. Can you please call me back?" he spoke sharply into the receiver, leaving a message for him. 

"Cill, I don't care. Don't do this for me," you told him after he hung up, but Cillian seemed determined. 

"But I care Y/N. This entire article is nonsense," he insisted, holding your gaze with intensity as he brushed his fingers through your hair, giving you a reassuring smile.  

"Just trust me on this, okay? Please," he requested softly; his eyes full of sincerity and you hesitated before finally nodding.

***

Several days later, and much to your surprise, you found yet another article about Cillian and you just as you packed your bag for your impending trip to London.

This article held a much different tone, and you were sure that Nina had something to do with it. 

Title: Cillian Murphy's Ex Danielle Speaks Out: "I'm Happy for Him and Our Kids"

In the world of showbiz, love knows no boundaries. And when it comes to the mesmerising actor Cillian Murphy, the news of his blossoming May-December romance with dance teacher and performer Y/N Y/LN raised a few eyebrows due to their 22-year age gap and Y/N’s troubled past. But fret not, dear readers, as the acclaimed actress Danielle Murphy, is here to set the record straight and endorse their relationship!

In an exclusive interview, Danielle Murphy opened up about her ex-husband's relationship, highlighting the wonderful role that Cillian’s new love interest plays in their lives. As it turns out, Y/N not only teaches dance, but she is also the instructor to Danielle and Cillian's daughter Nina who has built a strong relationship with her father’s new and much younger girlfriend.

"Dance has always been a big part of Nina's life, and I couldn't be more thrilled that Y/N teaches and mentors her," Danielle shared with a warm smile. "When you're co-parenting, especially with teenagers, having a positive and welcome addition like Y/N is truly a blessing."

It's heartwarming to see the understanding and maturity that exists between Danielle and Cillian, as they manage to navigate their separate lives while focusing on their children's well-being. The ex-couple's unwavering support for their children's passions has ultimately created a harmonious environment for all involved.

In her statement, Danielle strongly emphasised her happiness for Cillian and the joy he has found with Y/N. "Cillian deserves nothing but love and happiness, and if Y/N is the one that brings it to him, then so be it," she expressed. "I trust his judgment, and I trust that Y/N is a wonderful person who will genuinely cherish him as much as he deserves."

As a mother, Danielle emphasised the importance of her children's well-being and happiness. "At the end of the day, my children's happiness is my top priority," she stated sincerely. "And from what I can see, Cillian has found someone who genuinely cares for them which, ultimately, is everything I could ever ask for.”  

Indeed, this supportive stance from Danielle shows not only her maturity but also her immense love and respect for her soon-to-be ex-husband as the couple works through their divorce. It is truly commendable how ex-spouses can put aside any grievances for the sake of their children's happiness.

As the gossip mill churns, it's important to remember that love seems to know no boundaries. With Danielle's blessing and Cillian's unwavering support, Y/N finds solace in knowing they have won the hearts of those closest to Cillian and the children. These two individuals have gracefully risen above public judgment and are committed to prioritising love, family and the happiness of their children.

So, let's raise a glass to this modern family and their ability to find joy and harmony amidst the prying eyes of the world. Cheers to Cillian, Danielle, Y/N, and their beautiful blended family!

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[novaiisk]

Favorite headcanon for every ghoul! Go!

Every ghoul??? Oh god uhhhh

Ok its not every ghoul but the ones i think about the most ig, and i shouldnt say these are my favorite hcs but they are a few random ones that i decided were fun lol

Check em out below the cut

Sodo: That little mf loves to be weird and ominous and just stand all stoic like in dark hallways sometimes, staring with glowing eyes at whatever poor ghoul happens to be at the other end of the hall. It’s not actually all that scary and most ghouls just wave to him and move along with a chuckle but Aether often gets stopped in his tracks or tries to stare ominously back at him, only for Sodo to flinch towards him like he’s gonna run at him and for Aether to book it outa there holding his hands up.

Bonus: He steams when his emotions are high, literally steams. Steam flows out from his mouth, nose, ears, etc. Its kind of annoying sometimes, but at least it looks cool.

Aether: Big guy gives the best hugs in the entire ministry, some might say that they can even cure you of minor injuries or ailments. He is almost always met with eager open arms, and when he’s not (looking at you sodo) he will wrap them up tight and hold them close with a big ol smile anyway no matter how much they grumble and kick. Even sodo cant hide how great he feels when Aether finally lets him go and sends him on his way.

Bonus: Also killer at massages

Mountain: If he wasn’t constantly tapping out rhythms on any available surface wherever he went, he is very quiet. So quiet that sometimes its a jumpscare when all the sudden you hear a beat begin to be tapped out behind you. It’s honestly impressive how well he can pass unnoticed considering how tall he is but he likes to just listen in. Coincidentally, he knows all the gossip you could ever desire. If you have a secret, its best to bribe him now to never share it because its a good chance he already knows it.

Swiss: He and sodo vape together and set up a lil cozy spot to chill in while they do. Basically a blanket fort that they can hotbox on occasion. They think they are soooo cool lmao. Sodo has given him a few burns because of how much Swiss pokes fun at him, but playful bullying is swiss’ love language so its all in good fun. Also this mf is the biggest flirt ever, he has flirted with every ghoul, every sibling, and honestly every object that humors him. He thinks its fun. Generally just a great ghoul to hang around.

The ghoulettes: i honestly dont know much about them to my great dismay but i think they should all cuddle in a giant fluffy pile. Their cuddle piles are probably the best place to sleep in the ministry. Maybe too good actually, any ghoul who joins them has a very high chance of sleeping for much much longer than they had originally intended to. Often finding themselves overslept for some important task, but nothing beats how you feel when you finally wake up. Not tired like you sometimes do after a long sleep, but entirely refreshed.

Bonus Omega: Dude is a poetry nut but he’s embarrassed about most of the time

Bonus Alpha: Omega3’s biggest hater ( “I mean good for you guys but really? Right in front of my salad?” )

#dont listen to my ramblings lmao #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost the band #the band ghost headcanons #the nameless ghouls #sodomizer ghoul #swiss ghoul #sodo ghoul #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #nameless ghoulettes #nameless ghoul hc #omega ghoul #alpha ghoul

[bengiyo]

Boys Be Brave Eps 5 & 6 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Jeong Gi Seop continued his pursuit of Kim Jin Woo by altering himself to meet Jin Woo’s criteria, including feminizing his appearance and getting a tattoo of a mole. Jin Woo bumped into a woman that was his exact type, and he hers, in a library, and the two went on a date. However, Jin Woo was thinking about Gi Seop the whole time. It seems this young lady knows Gi Seop and hates his ass. Meanwhile, we learned that the sides were close in high school until Balgeum’s poverty got in the way and he ghosted Ji In Ho.

Episode 5: Someone I can like

Is this young Gi Seop? Was he a sickly child?

I see, he learned to fake it to keep his sister from worrying too much and then projected that onto everyone.

Kang Hye Jin is so valid. Gi Seop is ridiculously emotionally stunted and hurting people with his behavior.

Thank you, Balgeum, for telling this man to figure out his feelings and confess. He’s working my nerves.

They really wanted us to understand how poor Balgeum is by having this man use hold file cabinets for basic storage in his apartment.

I love pragmatic housewarming gifts like toilet paper.

This seems like a lot of food to order for Balgeum. He definitely wants this to go well. I’m touched.

I’d like to think Balgeum unconsciously left the socks out in the hopes that Ji In Ho would see them.

I’m really feeling Ji In Ho and the way he just wants to be around Choi Balgeum.

Kang Hye Jin joins the ranks of our Korean bisexual women holding it down in their shows.

The fact that Kim Jin Woo and Kang Hye Jin have switched swings from before feels significant.

Recognizing that they made their ideal type lists to spite Jeong Gi Seop feels like important growth for them. I also like that they were able to speak openly with each other because they feel so similar.

It’s kind of interesting how this show has put so many barriers between these two that I don’t even feel bad about this misunderstanding.

Episode 6: Realizing your feelings and confessing

I feel some kinda way about Kim Jin Woo feeling like he should have confessed. He observed Gi Seop disappoint scores of people who confessed to him.

See, this is the thing that bothered me from jump: Gi Seop knew he was leaving the country. Pushing Kim Jin Woo wasn’t a great choice. Why stir this man’s feelings just to bail on him?

This turn about recognizing that he can’t say no to people, but sees that he does like Jin Woo isn’t totally landing for me.

Hm, I am curious what they intend to do by drawing a line between the dad and Gi Seop.

I am having flashbacks to when some folks let me down and reserved tickets at the wrong theater and then didn’t tell us they changed the plan and four of us went to the wrong theater.

Oh nooo, Balgeum is embarrassed by his poverty again.

Thank you, Ji In Ho, for hugging this man and not just letting him run away again.

I wanna get Ji In Ho’s story. What feelings has he been sitting with this whole time?

Once again, trains playing an integral part in my little gay stories. Americans, take notes. Talk to your leaders. Fast and frequent buses and intercity trains will begin the process.

The episode title said this was about confessing, and only the sides confessed! This hug doesn’t count!

I am really feeling the relationship between the sides in this one. We don’t have to say gay between Choi Balgeum and Ji In Ho for me to feel it there. I am so invested in the two of them figuring out if they can work even if Ji In Ho has more prospects. However, the continued weirdness with the mains remains an emotional barrier for me. I am glad we finally got some answered about Jeong Gi Seop this week, and now I need to know what he actually wants for himself since I suspect he’s only agreed to study abroad because he was saying yes to his sister.

#Ben watches #boys be brave #korean bl #bl series

[onboardsorasora]

34 year old Daniel in the 90s is basking in his parents love and teasing Michelle. A part of him doesn’t want to return to 2024 because he hasn’t been able to be home like this since he was 17 and left for Italy

Decided to hop to it lmao. for you bestie!

De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Pt2 | De-Aged Daniel Pt3 | De-Aged Daniel Pt 4 | De- Aged Daniel Pt 5 | De-Aged Daniel Part 6 | De-Aged Daniel Part 7 | De-Aged Daniel Part 8 | De-Aged Daniel Part 9 | De-Aged Daniel Part 10 |

Daniel sat in the far corner of the breakfast nook watching with soft eyes as his mother went about preparing lunch. It had come as a shock; one minute he was putting on his race boots to jump into the sim and the next he was standing in the yard. 

His father had come running immediately, having seen it all happen. How his five year old self had been cycling around the yard before he– well no one really knew how it happened, but Daniel was standing there instead. He’d bitten back the joke about thankfully being fully clothed, he didn’t think his parents would have appreciated it.

It had been very emotional. Very surprising. Michelle had run away to her room– fair. Grace had cried immediately, pulling him into a tight hug. Joe had stared at him with something akin to pride. 

Now Daniel sat in the kitchen reeling off random facts about the future. Things he always told himself he’d remember to tell his parents if he ever got sent back to the past.

“Oh, invest in Apple. They probably aren’t on the stock exchange now but when they pop up– trust me.” He sipped his tea as Grace laughed.

“How about you tell us other things than insider trading.” Joe grinned.

“Well, what do you want to know?” Daniel put his mug down with a clank.

“I know there’s a bunch of shite you’re not allowed to tell us. But what’s there to know about grown up Daniel Ricciardo? Your accent is different, did you move away?”

“Actually,” Daniel smiled softly. “Yeah I did. I became a formula one driver. And I needed to move to Italy to do it.”

Daniel felt his chest warm at the shock on his parents’ face, how they looked him over carefully as if taking in this new information and trying to see how such a high paced career would have changed him from their precious baby boy.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Joe muttered, “thats fucking amazing. For which team? Ferrari?”

“Well no, they never officially gave me a contract. But– well my team doesn’t exist yet. But they’re fast, currently the world champions. I won 7 races with them.” Daniel smiled proudly when Grace came over to hug him tightly.

“I’m so proud of you baby waby.” 

Daniel felt his chest clench and tears spring to his eyes. He hadn’t heard that endearment in so long, it brought back memories of wonderful times.

“I love you too mummy wummy.” his voice cracked when he said it and Grace held him tighter. When she finally let go, Daniel got up to clutch Joe tightly. Not one to go without his father’s hugs, he didn’t see why he should start now.

“Gosh, I miss you guys.” Daniel muttered. Grace frowned.

“Do you spend a lot of time away?”

“Too much. You guys come to some races too, but– it's still a lot of travel at the end of the day.” He had to bite his tongue to keep from mentioning Isaac and Isabella.

“Where were you before you Exchanged?” Joe asked after a bit.

“Oh I was at work, so little me is probably with Blake right now. Poor sucker, he has to deal with adult me and little me. I hope I terrorize him a little.” Daniel giggled, thinking about all the chaos his small counterpart could be unleashing right now on his long time friend.

“Don’t be mean, you weren’t that terrorizing.” Grace would never hear a slight against her baby, not even from him himself.

“They say it's not always an even exchange, you seek out what makes you most comfortable. So if not Blake, where would you go?” Joe asked and they watched as Daniel grow soft and bite his lip.

“Max. Probably.” 

“Who’s Max?”

“He’s… everything.”

#for bestie!!! #anonymous #answered #max/daniel #maxiel #de aged daniel

[cannedbeefaroni]

The Birds and the Bees: Part 2 (Timothy Klitz X Reader) (SMUT MDNI)

Part 1

Summary: You are a bit of a failure and a hot mess. You have no social life, but you're lucky enough to be invited to your very first college party, despite being a social reject. You end up running into some guys you went to high school with, and it's extremely awkward.

Content: Friends to lovers, oral sex, P in V sex, bullshit emotional lovey dovy best friend sex, size kink, Klitz has a monster cock,

Y/N is referred to in second person as you/yours, but is referred to with feminine terminology, and is written to have AFAB genitalia.

That walk to his apartment was only a few blocks, but it felt like it would never end. It was eerily quiet, and you had no idea what to say. Whenever you’d stop at a crosswalk with him, you’d look over to see him smiling at you. He was cute, but you felt uneasy. A few times he’d ask if you were okay, and you’d respond that you were tired. You couldn’t admit that stumbling with your childhood friend to his apartment in the middle of the night felt grotesque. As you were let into his apartment it felt like you left reality. The small interior looked blurry as the warm ceiling light was flicked on. Light bounced off the white walls like a haze, and you felt

Nothing but confusion. You stood motionless as Klitz started opening up the sofa bed. He was clumsy as he tripped over several objects scattered across the floor. 

“Sorry, it’s not really comfortable,” he said as he laid out the blanket across the bed. 

“No, it’s fine. Thank you,” you answered shyly. 

“Should I leave you alone and let you sleep now or…?” 

You nervously grabbed the skirt of your dress as you said, “could you please stay?” He stared back at you before nodding. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him for you to take a seat. Your ass sunk into the overly soft mattress and hit the bottom of it. You didn’t even think before leaning your body against his, resting your head on his shoulder. At this point you were sobering up, but your tiredness contributed to how touchy you felt. Klitz’s wobbling hand went around your back, and in an unexpected move, he kissed the top of your head. You sighed, “I really missed you.”

“I missed you too. I always liked you a lot, and I still do,” his other arm wrapped around you as he pulled you into a tight hug. Your head being flush against his chest, you could feel his increasing heartbeat. As your arms snaked around his back, you were quickly losing restraint. You knew you wanted to fuck him, but you didn’t want to hook up with him. Your mind and body were completely at odds, and that only made your wanting worse. Klitz could tell that something was on your mind, and asked, “you okay?”

“You wanna know something funny?” you laugh nervously. Klitz responded “hm?” before you continued. “That one time I went to your house– the only time– I got so flustered that we were alone together. I actually failed that test we were studying for, because that entire time I was thinking about fucking you.” You continued laughing but stopped when you felt Klitz suddenly gasping. You pulled away from his embrace and looked up at him, seeing his burning hot face. 

“You’re joking, right?” he said breathlessly. 

“Why would I joke about that? Fuck, why did I say that?”

“W-why did you feel that way about me?” he exhaled shakily. 

“Because I wanted to just… be your girlfriend! And do all the things boyfriends and girlfriends do!” Your head was turned to the side as you couldn’t handle this amount of bashfulness. “I’m sorry, that was weird,” you hung your head, then you felt his hand rest on yours.

“I mean… that’s what I wanted too,” he whispered. “It doesn’t bother me at all,” his thumb caressed your hand, “I just never thought you wanted the same.” You looked down at his hand on yours, feeling overwhelmed. He took a deep breath then asked, “would you want to go out with me?” His face was getting closer, and when you noticed you began leaning in as well. 

You nodded as you looked into his eyes, and his hands were reaching to the sides of your neck. He ever so gently pulled you into a kiss. The moment your lips touched, you exhaled a sigh of relief. Your tense body relaxed as it leaned against his. His hands were innocently cupping your cheeks. They almost completely enveloped your face. Your puckered lips went in and out of the kiss, each time lasting longer. You began crawling into his lap, and he made a strained whimpering noise. 

“I-I don’t think we should go too fast,” he pulled away from the kiss, but rested his hands on your waist, accidentally exciting you even more. 

“I don’t think so either but… please?” you begged. “I wanna do it so bad, but at the same time I don’t wanna just be a hookup to you.” 

“No no no, I’d never think that low of you,” he responded hastily. “You’re a beautiful girl, and I want to treat you right. I want to make it special for you, y’know, like take you on a proper date.” 

You whined in response, “aw, Klitz… that’s sweet but…” you bit your lip before you could spit it out. “I’m so horny, I can’t take it,” you whispered, “all night, all I could think about was fucking you. I’m really sorry. I feel like I’m going crazy. I just-” you couldn’t think of what more to say. 

“-I wanna do it too,” he cut you off, “whatever you want, I’ll do it. I wont think less of you. I want to make love to you,” he smiled gently. You rested your head on his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his back. You kissed him again eagerly, and he reciprocated with the same amount of passion. His grip on your waist tightened, making you whimper. You moved up on his lap, trying to feel his dick. In hearing his moans, you began rutting your hips into him. You kissed his neck as he stuttered weakly. You were determined to leave marks on his pale skin, so you bit down and sucked, hearing his voice hitch as he whimpered. 

“You’re so cute Klitzy,” you teased as your mouth dragged along his skin. 

“Don’t call me that,” he chuckled, followed up with a whine as you continued to lick and kiss his neck. He couldn’t keep his composure around you, but especially now he was unraveling. 

“But you’re too cute not to,” you moaned as you left sloppy kisses on his cheek. You then pushed your tongue into his mouth. His dick twitched underneath you as he thrusted against you, tightly gripping your waist down against him. You cried out in pleasure. It almost seemed like he wanted this even more than you did. Your hands moved down his chest to the bottom of his shirt to pull it off. He raised his arms to let you take it off and throw it to the side. You grabbed his wrists and held them to your chest. “Take mine off too,” you whispered. You threw off your sweater, allowing his shaking hands to pull the bottom of your dress all the way up slowly, revealing your panties, then bra. He gasped quietly at the sight of your body, staring at you with adoring wide eyes. His hands were already on your hips. His fingers twitched as he swallowed thickly. “You can touch me however you want,” you said. 

“Are you sure?” Klitz’s eyes were darting up and down. You’ve never seen his face so red. 

“Mhm, you’re the only one I wanna do this with…” you whispered to him, staring into his eyes dreamily. Your hand gently grabbed his hand, and guided it up your body. “Do you want to?”

“Yes,” he sighed, almost in relief. His hands moved up your sides to cup your breasts. He gripped them firmly, making you whimper before he began fondling them. “Oh my god, you’re so beautiful,” he said softly as he stared at your chest in awe, admiring the weight of your breasts in his hands. He moaned just from the feeling of touching you, before bringing his face between them and licking the skin of your breast. His dick twitched under you as he kneaded your tits against his face. You pulled down your bra to reveal your nipples, allowing him to suck on one of them before you even got the chance to fully remove it. He moaned “thank you,” against your breast as he pulled you closer. His mouth hung open as his tongue licked around your nipple, then quickly descended his lips to your areola, sucking on it. His mouth was wide open as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin. His tongue moved in circles  as needily sucked your tit. He looked like he was in heaven. 

“Such a sweet boy…” you cooed at him, making him whine unexpectedly loudly in response. His cock was strained against his pants, and you could feel it. “Oh, you really like being submissive, don’t you?” You tease him. It was strange, you thought you knew everything about Klitz, but you were a little surprised at his submissiveness. He looked up at you, doe-eyed. 

“Uh- uhm, is that okay?” his body was shaking as you leaned up against him. 

“I like it a lot. I- I’ve kinda always fantasized about you being this,” you admitted while averting your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by how cute he looked. His face was bright red. 

“Like what, exactly?” he asked nervously. His hands were still feeling your chest, lightly groping your soft skin. 

“I often think about… you being all cute and submissive like this. I kinda want to dominate you,” you say in the most gentle way possible, hoping you don’t scare him away by asking for too much.

Klitz shutters at your words, almost shocked at what you’re asking for. “P-please, I want that,” he says quietly with a deep, gentle voice. 

“Tell me what you want, baby,” you hold his face with your hands, making him look up at you. His eyes are wide with admiration, and he leans forward with wanting. 

“Mmh, I want- I want to… eat you out… please,” he stuttered, completely embarrassed. His cheeks felt hot against your hands.

You chuckled, “I can do you one better,” you ushered him to lay on his back. He did as you told before awaiting your instruction. “You wanna sixty-nine?” your hand was caressing his chest ever so softly, as you felt it rise with him gasping at what you said. 

“Yes- yes, please,” he begged eagerly. 

“You want me to sit on your face? I wanna make a mess all over your pretty mouth,” you teased him, making him whimper sweetly. You gave him a kiss and giggled at what a flustered mess he’d become, before you slowly removed his glasses, and left them on the side table. This was the first time you had seen him without them, and his eyes looked bigger than usual. You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before climbing over him, positioning your ass over his face. You rested your body on his, and he moaned when he felt your tits pressed up against his bare stomach. He was eager to pull your panties down, exposing your wet pussy and ass right in front of his face. You took them all the way off to get them out of the way, and tossed them aside. Slowly, you start undoing his belt, then pants zipper. You pulled them down, exposing his bulge in his underwear. You were taken aback, because it seemed ridiculously huge. You pulled his underwear down finally, leaving his cock to spring out, nearly slapping against his stomach. You had to hold yourself back from gasping at its size. You weren’t just thinking this to flatter him, you genuinely have never seen a penis this big before. 

“Is everything alright?” Klitz asked, able to tell you were thrown off about something. 

“Yeah, I’m just a little shocked… seeing your dick after knowing you all these years.”

“Do you not like it?” he asked sadly.

“No! That's not it. I’m just- your dick is just really huge, man,” you tell him so he won’t think you’re putting him down, but you still felt insanely awkward admitting it. 

“Oh,” he blushed deeply, “I guess it is… do you think I’ll be too big for you?” he asked in a whisper with concern. 

“I’m not sure,” it was hard for you to think while looking at his massive dick. Imagining how the ridges of it would feel rubbing against your inner walls, and the girth of his dick perfectly hitting your g-spot. “-but I still wanna try.”

“We’ll take it slow, okay? I don’t wanna hurt you, so please tell me if it’s too much,” he said so sweetly, you wanted to cry. 

“Thank you… is it bad that I feel a bit weird about us seeing each other like this? It’s not bad– it’s really good, actually–  but it feels strange that I like seeing you naked so much,” you asked somewhat awkwardly.

He blushed intensely, looking down. “I… I get what you're saying. I never thought I’d get this close with you. Now that we’re getting naked together… It feels unreal,” he said shakily.

He was right. In your current state, it was difficult to tell if all of this was even real. Even though you had sobered up, your exhaustion made you feel loopy. You wanted to convince yourself it was a dream, so you could enjoy it to the fullest without worrying about the aftermath, but deep down you truly wanted this to be real. Your hand caressed his cheek, moving his face toward you so you could look into his eyes. He squinted at you, trying to see you clearly, making you feel bad for taking off his glasses earlier. “I feel like it’s too good to be true,” you say softly, “but I’m afraid an anvil will fall soon after…” 

“I won’t let that happen. You’re not a hookup. You’re my friend. Nothing we do tonight will change that…” he reassured in a gentle tone. 

You grin in delight at what he says, and he smiles back. “You’re right, Klitz. I’m glad we feel the same… so uh… should we pick up where we left off?” You change the subject with very little grace. 

“Yes, please,” he responded immediately. You lowered yourself onto his face, allowing his lips to reach your pussy. His hands were quick to grab your ass, pulling you into the right position. He began to make out with your pussy, kissing your clit and swirling his tongue around it. He moaned against your pussy once you made contact with his cock, and you felt the vibration resonate throughout your body. While he worked on pleasuring you, you began licking the tip of his cock while you slowly stroked it.  You pushed it into your mouth, feeling overwhelmed by its size. Your head began slowly bobbing up and down on his length, but you could only fit about less than half of it until it reached the back of your throat. It was heavy on your tongue as it dragged along the shaft, tasting like sweat. He was moaning viscerally against your body as you began sucking him off fast, making you whimper. His hips were thrusting into your mouth, fucking your throat. You were drooling on his cock with your eyes rolling back, letting him overstimulate all of your senses. He pulled you by your hips, making you put nearly all of your body weight on his face. His noises were guttural as he suffocated himself in your pussy and ass. He sucked on your pussy as you could feel his nose pushing against your entrance. Your squeals were muffled with his cock in your mouth. You began to ride his face, and he was nearly crying out in ecstasy. His tongue was buried in your pussy, licking around it and lapping up your fluids. He was making out with your pussy as he tightly gripped your ass. You pulled yourself off his dick to catch your breath, and he whined as your lips dragged up until they popped off. 

Klitz pulled his face away from you, gasping for air. His hands were gripping the fat of your inner thighs, spreading them so he could stare at your dripping pussy. His thumb caressed the inner folds as he noticed how swollen and red your clit had become. He finally took notice of your heavy breath and shaking legs. “Are… you okay?” he asked sweetly.

“Yeah I just feel a little overwhelmed…” you choked out, finding it difficult to say. It was good, and you wanted to like it, but you felt a lump forming in your throat. Carefully, he held you by your waist and helped you crawl off of him, and turn around to face him once again. You were shocked to see his face, which was drenched and completely flushed. His hair was a complete mess, and he pushed it back completely, exposing his entire, usually obscured face. A pit in your stomach formed as you realized your perception of him has just completely changed. 

“We can stop if you-”

“No!- no, I just need a breather,” you cut him off. You didn’t want to stop, and if your bodies permitted, you would go all night just to be with him as much as possible. 

“Take all the time you need,” he brought his arms around you, wanting to pull you in close. You let him, and laid down in the spot next to him, laying your head on his shoulder with his arms wrapped around you. You turned your body towards him so you could look at him face-to-face. He smiled gently at you with warm, loving eyes. You smiled back, causing him to grin. 

“This is nice… I like it better when I can see your face,” you whispered bashfully. Being so close to him, there was no need to speak any louder. 

“Mhm, I love seeing your pretty face,” he whispered back, and it turned you on all over again. You threw your leg over his side, and pulled yourself as close as you could. Eagerly, you grabbed his face and began making out with him again. He pushed back, making him the one kissing you, and he desperately moved in and out of the kiss as he held you tightly. “Oh my god, you’re so perfect,” he whispered gruffly against your lips before going back into the kiss, moaning as his tongue penetrated past your lips. He made out with you feverishly as he started humping you. Your hips moved in sync with him, grinding your clit against the edge of his dick. You wanted to just lay there and hump him for hours. Just let him rub his cock against you desperately until the both of you pathetically cum all over each other over and over again. You felt yourself ready to finish already, just hearing his whiny moans and knowing how desperate he was for you. It didn’t take much longer for you to be squealing against his lips as your body twitched and shook against his. You were crying out his name as your pussy throbbed against his cock. 

“Did I… did I make you cum?” he whispered breathlessly as you panted in his arms. You nodded, and you heard him gasp a little. “Oh wow…” he stared off dumbfoundedly as you began placing sweet kisses on his cheek. 

“I- I wanna make you cum too,” you whined. You felt his heart rate increase and his arms shudder as he pressed his face into your hair. 

“Please fuck me,” he begged, “I wanna be inside you.” In your desperate state, you immediately reached down to grab his dick, which was already up against your pussy. You lined it up with your entrance and tried your best to sink onto it, but you quickly realized how daunting the task was. You yelped as you felt yourself being stretched by his size, and he held you tightly in his arms as he pressed his cheek against yours. “You okay?” he asked, breathlessly. You replied with a soft ‘mhm,’ to which he responded, “just tell me if you want me to stop, okay, honey?” You squeal slightly at his sweetness, then again at his hips pressing his cock into you. He groaned into your ear as you eagerly let him in as deep as he pleased. He began thrusting shallowly, allowing you to adjust to the stretch. 

“Mmh, please, deeper,” you whimpered, aching for more of him. He grabbed your hips, pushing you deeper onto him until he hit the back of your cervix. You dug your fingernails into his back as you cried from the sensation of being so full of him. 

“Oh my god, oh my god- fuck, I won’t last, you’re squeezing so tight,” he moaned as his dick twitched inside of you. Your hips bucked onto him. You thought about the possibility of him coming inside accidentally, and deep down you wanted it to happen. Your better judgment figured it wouldn’t be a good thing. Your mind went numb when he began to pick up the pace. You wanted to cry at how overwhelmed you felt. All you could do was babble and moan against his ear as he rammed into you. 

“Ah- ah- fuck, please- don’t stop,” you cried, then being met with Klitz’s lips being shoved into yours, making you swallow his moans with his tongue tasting yours. His hands grabbed your face, keeping you in the kiss. You arched your back, pushing your chest up against his, and allowing yourself to ride him. 

“Fuck, I can’t, I’m gonna cum- you’re gonna make me cum,” he strained is voice, squeezing his eyes shut. He grabbed your hips firmly to make you stop, but you couldn’t help your pussy still throbbing and convulsing around him. You were trying to hold back your second orgasm, but ultimately failed the second he moved his hips again. You instantly clamped down on him, screaming in pleasure. He cried out, saying “shit shit shit shit,” as he pulled himself out as quickly as possible and came all over your stomach. You rode out your orgasms together, tightly embracing one another. The two of you laid silently, panting heavily together. 

“Are you- are you okay?” he stuttered, caressing the back of your head.

You giggled softly, completely exhausted, “you were sooooo good Klitzy,” you dote over him, kissing his cheek. He giggled back in response, giving you a kiss on the lips. 

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, cuddling you tightly. You felt yourself dozing off as his hand caressed your head. Any worry you had lingering in your mind earlier had disappeared, and the only thing in the world that mattered was him as you fell asleep to the feeling of his heartbeat.

-

Hours later you’re woken up by the loud, creaky apartment door swinging open. You freak out, remembering being naked, but you notice being under a blanket, with Klitz’s arm wrapped around you. Eli, who you’d forgotten about at this point, stumbled through the door before slamming it shut. He flicks the lights on, causing Klitz to wake up as well. In the light, you can now see how fucked up and terrible Eli looked. 

“Hey guys, I’m just gonna crash here, don’t mind me,” he said before throwing his body onto the end of the sofa bed, but bouncing off and falling on the floor with a loud thud. He didn’t get up, and you assumed he had passed out.

Klitz sighed, “well, looks like we can move to the main bed.” The two of you got up, and he grabbed Eli by the under arms and threw him onto the sofa, seemingly not weighing much.

Part 1

#the girl next door #timothy klitz #timothy klitz x reader #tim klitz #tim klitz x reader #klitz x reader #klitz smut #danocel #danonation #paul dano #paul dano x reader #nsft #minors do not interact #minors dni

[frikatilhi]

Ok so the Eurovision final night is one of your Bojere roman empires right? Cause it definitely is mine and I think we as a society should not stop talking about it, even if it happened exactly 8 months ago (wtf how)... Can you like pinpoint the best moments that made you go AAAA or just tell some thoughts idk? I wish I could come up with a decent question to make it easier for you but my brain goes brrrr and I just want to talk about them 🥲

Aaaahhhhh omg well there are two different answers to this.

Um, apparently this got long so. In this essay I will

Eurovision final night, you say? Look, this post and its notes cover a lot of what makes me want to flip tables and gnaw my own arm off about that night. That hug? And how Bojan dropped everything and comforted him and made him laugh? How Jere cried in the bathroom and one reason why was that he didn't know when he'd see Bojan again? How Bojan lost his phone and missed his flight? (Matti in a recent interview said that the afterparty at the hotel was epic, and please, I need to know more why didn't they ask him to elaborate asdfasfgg) Soooo, yeah, all of that. The emotions ran so high that night that I feel like we got to see behind the public image they wanted to convey, behind the stories and clout. There was nothing to promote anymore, the only thing that was left after the results came was what they were to each other. Everything we know about them that night has come from other people, and it's not even that much.

Which brings me to the other part, which is your wording "Can you like pinpoint the best moments that made you go AAAA" (and here is where I'm sidetracking from your initial ask about esc final night)

I have a confession to make. I wasn't on board the bojere boat at that point, not yet. I was following Jere on insta, so I saw the stuff he was posting, and there was a big deal being made of their bromance in Finnish media, but at that time? I thought it was cute, but I also thought I was immune, brainrot/shipping-wise. I really thought the bromance stuff would not affect me, no, I had been burnt too many times by the straight dudes who hugged each other to make fans happy and earn those screams and clicks. I wanted the real thing, you know?

So I thought it was cute. Until a little after ESC when it didn't seem to die down and then suddenly I was watching clips and stories and catching up on stuff I had missed during the preparties and Liverpool and then I was reading fic and reading what people said about them and.. it was downhill from there.

The exact moment it all really clicked for me was when Bojan turned up in Finland. Those motherfuckers were actually keeping their promise to see each other again? And that soon? The utter joy together on stage? Bojan's face in the piggy train? All their shenaningans that weekend? Bojan's naruto run at the airport?

Um yeah, that's when I knew it was over for me. Goddammit.

#ok this got personal ugh #bojere #ask #ramble ramble I apologise #i know I've talked about this before but here goes again #I already want to delete this #for legal reasons etc etc #sad bojere bitches support group

[beedlemania]

How do you think the guys help baby Davy through impure regression?

Okay I’m not entirely sure I understand this ask but I looked it up and it said kinda self harm/in general not fun regression so that’s what I’m basing it off (but feel free to berate me if that’s not what you mean).

Okay so I believe Davy regresses due to his moving away from home, his mother passing away, his constant need to be seen as independent and strong. All of that’s a lot of stress on him so as a result he regresses, sometimes not willingly.

Sometimes his regression is kinda like a slap in the face, he doesn’t mean to regress but he can’t stop himself. This happens in high stress situations which for the monkees, usually means life or death situations. Davy will regress and he’ll try to warn the others but it’s difficult to get their attention when someone’s pointing a gun at them. This causes Davy to have some meltdowns because he’s frightened and he feels a bit useless since his big boy brain has kinda turned off and he doesn’t know what to do. Pair that with the fact one of the guys is probably missing or tied up or just not near him and Davy breaks down. Sometimes Davy also ends up regressing in front of one of his dates (since they are usually the source of trouble) and he wont be able to help himself from clinging to her or leaving her to run to the guys. He always feels ashamed after this because he’s supposed to be the man of the relationship and protect her but sometimes he can’t. He’ll always beat himself up for it after and it’ll put a damper on his regression and he’ll try to hold off regressing for awhile after until it begins to hurt him and the guys step in to kinda push him into that headspace.

Davy’s meltdowns look a bit different all the time. The causes can stem from being kidnapped to one of the guys (probably Micky) annoying him and pushing him a bit too far. Sometimes he’ll run to his bed and cry (if that options available) but sometimes it’ll be a lot worse. Like I mentioned before, I think sometimes Davy goes mute when he regresses which means it’s difficult for him to communicate what he’s feeling. Since he can’t verbally explain his big emotions they come out in outbursts. He’ll throw things or hit or start hurting himself by biting his nails too far or pulling at his own hair. If he gets too frustrated at breakfast the guys will learn that spoons are actually the most deadly of cutlery.

I think it’s hard for him to really hurt himself since one of the guys is always quick to jump in and help him. They’ll wrap him up in a strong hug, restraining his arms and stopping him from flinging himself around. They’ll pet his hair and sooth him and one of them with get his emotional security blanket to wrap him up. Some days it takes longer for him to calm down and Mike will sit with him all day and if Mike has to go do something Davy will be firmly attached to him. (Davy for comfort and Mike so he can watch over him).

I think in Success Story, Davy would’ve had impure regression. He’d have flashbacks to what home life was like and though he loves his family, it wasn’t a great time for him. His mother (his prime caregiver) passed away and his dad was sick so Davy was the ‘man of the house’. His sisters were old enough to be moved out or too busy with stuff to look after him and his grandfather expected him to be tough since he was moving away from home. Davy would’ve been terrified of going back to that life where he had to ‘man up’ and there’d be no one to look after him or know his cues or just let him be little. I think part of the reason he didn’t put up much of a fight against his grandfather is because he was floating between states of regression at the time. His thoughts were too much and his brain couldn’t focus so he was kinda halfway to regression. Because of that he found it hard to argue/stand up for himself. I think after his grandfather left he would’ve had nightmares about never seeing the guys again and never being able to fully be himself again and he’d take to sleeping with one of the other guys. He also would’ve regressed a lot further in this time period and become nearly fully mute and clingy and more baby than toddler.

The guys would pick up on that fully and coddle him and read to him and help him do things. Mike and Peter wouldn’t let him out of their sight for even two seconds. Micky would pull him around in a wagon as a joke to cheer Davy up (they both love it though) and would do silly puppet shows and whatnot to distract him from any bad thoughts he’s having. Peter brushes his hair and lets Davy focus on that feeling instead of letting his thoughts race and Mike will take him on walks and let Davy point out things to him to calm his brain. Davy will point to birds or dogs or a cloud or even just something someone’s dropped and Mike will hold his hand (once again, their neighbours are all kind of aware of how Davy is) and engage with his finds.

So overall, physically, Davy’s impure regression is never too bad because there’s always someone there to catch him and stop him from hurting himself (sometimes Mike just lets Davy hit him until all he’s tired himself out, to which Davy will feel extremely guilty after). But mentally sometimes it can be taxing but the guys always make sure he bounces back quickly.

#i really hope this is what you meant 🙏 #thank you guys for all the asks I love discussing Davy in any way shape or form #the monkees #davy jones #monkees headcanon #mike nesmith #peter tork #micky dolenz #davybaby #age regression

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Reflection

Chapter 2: Hi

Summary: The team makes their way back to earth and gets picked up by the Garrison. Shiro sees Adam since he left for Kerberos. Tension runs high.

AO3!

Word Count: 2,799

Enjoy~

Shiro’s POV 

“GUYS DO YOU SEE IT!!!!” Lance screamed on the video chat, a wide smile on his face. 

“Oh my, that’s Earth?” Allura exclaimed, clasping her hands in front of her as she marveled at the planet in front of them. 

“I didn’t expect it to be so…blue,” Coran added, twisting his mustache. 

“Yeah, most of Earth is made up of water. And most of the water is salt water and we call them ocean…” Lance began to explain more about his home planet. 

Shiro felt the smile fall off his face. His stomach plummeted the closer they got. Adam was there. 

“You okay?” Keith asked, silencing the coms as he shifted his body to look at him. 

Shiro gave him a forced smile and nodded. “Just…excited to get home.” 

Keith gave him an unsure look. Turning back to look out of his lion. 

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It took them longer than they needed to reach Earth. The Galra has already placed its stamp on the world. Not fully consumed, but enough to squeeze most of the remaining earthlings into a couple of garrison bases. 

Pidge jumped out of the vehicle, hugging her mother tightly. Lance was greeted by his family next. Shiro did his best to send Hunk a reassuring smile when his family didn’t make an appearance. He took a deep breath, preparing himself to introduce their Altean allies. His breath hitched when his eyes fell on Adam. 

He didn’t look too different from the last time he saw him. Though, that was in passing as he made his way to the rocket. He stopped being able to spend time with him after they ended things. He fought back a frown. Heartbreak begging to swallow him whole. 

His throat tightened as emotions began to rush to the surface. The urge to cry mixed with the desire to hug him and never let him go. He squeezed his hands into fists, forcing his feet to stay planted on the ground. 

Adam wasn’t his anymore. He would never be his again. He was a fool to think he was actually over him. But being forced to fight for Galran's entertainment right back into leading Voltron made his mind a bit too distracted to think about Adam. And what they had. And what they lost. Along with how to move on. 

“Welcome home,” Iverson sent them all with an unsure smile. He sent the Alteans a tentative look. 

Shiro fell into autopilot, quickly introducing Allura, Romelle, and Coran. His eyes flicker between Iverson and Adam. Who still hadn't truly looked at him.  

“Well, anyone who is willing to help in the fight against the…Galra is a friend of Earths.” Iverson gave a welcoming nod at the Alteans. Coran took over the conversation, twisting his mustache as he began to tell Iverson of the time of his youth. 

Shiro didn’t hear him. His attention was still on Adam, who finally met his eyes. Briefly, but he did. He found his feet moving forward before he could stop them. Adam purposely looked at the vehicles who just brought them into the base. He stopped about two feet in front of him. “Adam,” his voice came out in a whisper. 

The other man looked at him, a neutral expression on his face. “Commander Shirogane, happy to see you’re alive.” His voice didn’t match the smile that formed on his face. 

Shiro gave a tense nod, ignoring how his stomach dropped at the name. The formality. He didn’t have to deal with it after the breakup. They didn’t speak, only quick glances. “Yeah…it was a hell of a time.” 

“Well,” Adam pushed his glasses up on his face, “I look forward to reading about it in your published report.” 

Shiro fought back a frown. There really isn't anything between them anymore. Not even a friendship. He took a wobbly breath, if any reconnection were to happen he would have to be the one to start it. “Adam, if you are willing I would like to-” 

The other man turned his head, raising his voice to speak to some workers behind him. “Make sure these vehicles are charged and no damage is found. They need to be ready to go for the next supply mission.” 

The workers nodded, making their way toward the vehicles. He turned his attention back to Shiro, “make sure Iverson shows you to your room.” He pivoted on one foot, doing a 180 as he turned to leave the area. A voice causing him to halt in place. 

“You’re seriously going to walk away before I can even say hello?” The voice jogged at the older man, wrapping his arms tightly around him. 

“Lance, this isn’t very professional,” Adam kept his hands to his side. A smile on his face as Lance squeezed him even tighter. 

“Shut up. I just kicked ass in outer space. If I want to hug my favorite advisor I will.” The younger boy protested. 

Adam laughed, the sound filled the air. Bringing a warmth Shiro hadn't felt in years. Along with a pang of jealousy at not being the reason for the sound. He always loved making Adam laugh. He wrapped his arm around the younger boy, chuckling at something else Lance mumbled to him. 

“So…Lance knows Adam?” Keith cautiously asked, having moved closer to Shiro. His hand was placed on Kosmo’s head. His thumb moved in a small circle. 

“I guess…” Shiro furrowed his brows, trying to remember if that name ever came up in conversation. It was possible Adam became his advisor after he left for Kerberos. 

Keith placed his free hand on Shiro’s shoulder. Giving it a comforting squeeze. He knew this was going to be a hard adjustment. 

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“And this is where you will stay while you’re here.” Iverson led them to a blocked-off quarter. They would still be able to share a living room together and a kitchen. But each would have their own bedroom. Like the castle. 

“Thank you, Iverson.” Shiro sent his former colleague a smile. Ignoring how Keith and Lance were already fighting over which room they wanted. He wishes they would just confess and kiss. End this childish rivalry that they hide behind. 

“Come on Shiro, you’re not a cadet anymore. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Mitch.” Iverson smiled at him, patting his back in a friendly manner. 

Shiro chuckled. “Just keep repeating it.” 

“Tomorrow I think we should touch base and learn what you all know. For now rest. The fridge is full of food but the cafeteria is still open. Rest up,” he sent everyone and nodded and left the room. Lance immediately snickered as the door closed. 

“His name is Mitch?!” He threw his head back in laughter. Hunk joined in soon after. 

“Yeah…” Shiro made his way to the couch. Silently vowing to take whatever bedroom wasn’t claimed by the end of the night. He glanced at Lance and Pidge. Curious why they didn’t want to room with their family. 

Maybe they too didn’t want to split up this family. 

“How do you know Adam?” Keith crossed his arm, sinking back into the couch. His eyes trained on Lance. 

“He was my advisor. For before and after acceptance.” Lance stated as if it was everyday knowledge. He squinted his eyes back at Keith. “How do you know Adam?” 

Keith’s eyes flickered to Shiro for a moment and he shifted uncomfortably. Unsure of what to say. Coran broke the tension. 

“I have to ask, who is this Adam? Just someone who works for the Garrison?” 

“He’s a fighter pilot…and professor.” Shiro stared at the coffee table the couch circled. “He’s also my… ex-fiancé.” 

The room fell into silence, Keith apparently being the only one who was aware of the fact. Pidge scrunched up her nose, “you were engaged?” 

Hunk frowned, “ex…?” 

Shiro sighed, sinking back into the couch. Briefly praying it would swallow him home. But this was his team. His family. “We met during our first semester at the Garrison. Both of us were in the fighter pilots course.” His eyes softened at the memory. The first time he had ever seen Adam. 

Both of them were eighteen. The first class of the semester. Shiro had walked in a couple of minutes before the class officially started. His roommate was chatting excitedly about the upcoming semester. His senses froze as his eyes landed on him. 

A skinnier boy was sitting at a desk, slouched back in his chair. His head tilted up at the ceiling, his eyes closed weakly. Shiro forgot how to breathe for a moment. His heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from that nameless boy. 

His roommate touched his arm. “Come on dude we have to sit down.” 

Shiro nodded and followed his roommate to an empty seat. Forcing his eyes forward the entire time. Fighting the urge to look toward the kid who he now had a name for thanks to role call. Adam. 

“We quickly became friends and then we found ourselves together. Then after we graduated,” he paused. Glancing down at his robotic arm. Silently deciding to keep his former illness a secret. “We got engaged.” 

“What happened?” Allura asked. Her tone was cautious but supportive. 

He released a tense breath through his nose. “I took the Kerberos mission.” 

Nobody said anything. Their eyes cast down to the ground. “So you two ended things because you were going on a year-long mission?” Pidge raised their eyebrows questionably. Her voice was unconvincing. 

“More or less,” Shiro found his foot tapping silently on the carpet. There was a lot more to the story.  A lot more.  But he couldn’t bring himself to open up right now. Couldn’t confine to the others as he needed to be. 

The team shared a look, silently communicating to drop the subject. Hunk clasped his hand together, gaining everyone's attention. “How about I cook us some dinner?” 

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Shiro didn’t sleep that night. Every time he closed his eyes his mind repeated the earlier interaction with Adam. The coldness. Was he always that emotionless? No, he wasn’t. His Adam wasn’t. 

What happened that made him this way? Was the breakup really that devastating for him? Shiro frowned as he stared into his coffee. His reflection looked back at him. Adam was upset when the engagement was called off. Rightfully so. He was upset with himself. 

But Adam bounced back. Within a week he was back to his normal self. He had moved out of their shared space. Leaving nothing behind. He didn’t even call off work once. Did he even cry over it? 

“Morning Shiro,” Keith reached for his own mug. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“Morning,” he brought the cup to his lips. He missed coffee. “Sleep okay?” 

“Like a baby.” Keith stared at the liquid slowly filling his glass. “Better than sleeping in the lions.” 

Shiro chuckled. Letting the silence move over them. For once they could sit. The Galra was still a threat but for once they didn’t need to move. They could just enjoy the now. The other slowly woke up. Each grabbed their own drink and migrated to the couch. Idly chatting filling the space. 

“Anyone want to cook or we can go down to the cafeteria,” Lance asked, holding his cup of coffee closer to him. 

Hunk stood, “I have something in mind.” 

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Everyone stood as they entered the room. The voices dying quickly. Iverson cleared his throat. “Welcome, thank you for joining us. Please, have a seat.” He gestured to the eight empty seats on one side of the table. 

Shiro let his team pick first, quickly realizing that left the last seat next to Adam. He must have realized the predicament at the same time since his body stiffened and he gripped his folder tighter in his hands. 

He swallowed down his own emotions and moved to sit down. Sending his ex a weak smile as he sat down. 

Adam shifted his eyes away, looking at the blank screen in the front of the room. Iverson cleared his throat, drawing attention from everyone in the room. “Let’s start with what we know.” He clicked the screen on. “The Galra have been on Earth for only a month. In that time,” he clicked to the next screen, “They have pushed the remaining population into seven locations. All Garrison bases.” 

Another slide. “Thanks to Sam Holt we were able to prepare before the Galran reached Earth.” He went on to explain how the Galran attacked and how quickly Earth fell. Things they have tried, things that have worked and failed. The projects they were finishing up; such as the Atlas. Iverson sat down, ending his section of the presentation. 

“If you all would like to tell us more about this ‘Voltron’ and what the battle has been like in outer space. That information would be beneficial.” Admiral Sanda spoke, leaning forward. Her elbows pressed on the table. Her chin rested in his hands. 

Allura spoke first. Explain who Alteans were. What Altea was and the history of the Galra. She spoke with grace and confidence. Her voice was unwavering as she retold her history. Romelle and Coran pipped in when needed. And eventually, the attention was shifted to the paladins. 

They didn’t have too much to add after what Allura said. They mainly explained what the lions were and how they could help. Shiro tapped his finger ideally on the table. Letting his mind wander. A voice pulling him from his thoughts. “Shiro, is that something you are comfortable talking about?” 

He cleared his throat, adjusting awkwardly in his seat. “Sorry. Could you repeat that?” 

The admiral gave him a professional smile. “I was asking if you were okay discussing your first return from Earth. Before the Blue Lions discovery.” 

“Oh,” he stared at his missing arm. “After we were all taken by the Galra. Sam, Matt, and I. I had to fight in this…gladiator ring. I was known as the ‘Champion’ there. But after a year I had memorized the soldiers' patterns. How often they passed my cell. And over my year stay, I had located the flight hanger. I just…made myself escape. And I landed on Earth.” He refused to meet anyone else. Staring at the smooth table. 

Hushed whispers filled the room, and he swore he felt Adam stiffen beside him. But he didn’t want pity. What was done was done. He wasn’t going to relax until the Galra were defeated and taken care of. 

The meeting ended soon after. Most of the Garrison officials stayed around to mingle. Pidge and Hunk mentioned going down to look at the Atlas. Keith was dragging Lance to train. Allura, Romelle, and Coran were being shown around the base by Iverson and Veronica; Lance’s sister. 

Adam quickly stood, briskly making his way out of the room. His fingers crumpled the papers he was holding. 

Shiro found himself standing, the chair nearly falling backward at the motion. His feet moved before his mind realized what he was doing. He stepped into the hallway, “Adam!” 

The man froze for a second, keeping his back to Shiro. The passersby in the hallways all looked at Shiro. He ignored them, his legs moving toward Adam. “I just…was wondering if we could talk.” He stopped, about an arm's length away from him. 

Adam didn’t make any attempt to turn around, his back remained stiff, his head looking forward. His shoulders rose and fell slowly. Something he did when he was trying not to show how he was feeling.  “About what?” 

Shiro blinked, his heart swelling at the response. At least he was speaking to him. “Anything. You can tell me everything you’ve done in the time I’ve been away. We can just catch up.” He cleared his throat, swallowing down the desire to reach forward and embrace him again. 

Adam didn’t move for a couple of seconds before he eventually spoke. “I have work to do.” He stepped forward, disappearing around the closet corner. 

Shiro wasn’t sure how long he stayed in that spot. Silently kicking himself for how things went. How they crumpled around him. Irreversible damage. Someone placed their hand on his shoulder. He glanced at the owner of it. “Hey Shiro, remember me?” 

He smiled at his former roommate. “How could I forget?” 

His friend chuckled. “Want to get some coffee? Catch up?” 

He nodded. “Yeah…” His eyes lingered on where Adam went. “As long as we talk about anything other than the Galra.” 

His friend smiled at him. “Whatever you need buddy.” He squeezed his hand on Shiro’s shoulders. “It’s good to have you back.” 

Shiro gave a tense nod, “it’s good to be back.” 

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Thank you for reading <33333

#reflection #adashi #adam w #adam vld #adam voltron legendary defender #shiro vld #shiro voltron legendary defender #takashi shirogane #long post #kats writing #my writing #posted to ao3 #no beta

[hiorintruther]

hi hello~ can i mayhaps ask for more thoughts about hiorin?

i read ur headcanons and now theyre stuck in my head lol

u dont have to if u dont want to ofc!! have a nice day!

Ooooo sweet summer child, little do you know that you’ve opened the floodgates now! (This is very disorganised and off the cuff my apologies)

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Okay, so Rin and Hiori interact for this 1 panel in the U-20 match and it’s one of their very few interactions ever, but that ONE panel was basically the only time in the whole game that Rin wasn’t insulting people to high hell and threatening to kill them. Hiori just helped him stand up and was like “are you okay?” and Rin was like “yeah I’m fine (I’m not fine)”. And from that sliver of an interaction, the ship was born!

Later on realising that they both have similar interests and their personalities would probably gel well together if they actually had the opportunity to hang out, it only added much needed fuel to my very small fire. Hiori feels like a calm too Rin’s rage, whereas Rin is the more emotional of the two, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. Hiori is quite perceptive as well, so I think he’d clock on to when Rin is unhappy. I also think Hiori would appreciate having someone around who isn’t very invasive of his privacy and is able to fill time with solo activities.

Where I can see potential conflict (and angst) arising is that Rin might want more verbal affirmation that he’s appreciated and loved by Hiori, whereas Hiori tends to show his love through actions. On the flip-side, Rin isn’t the best at compliments himself so Hiori might get annoyed that Rin is making fun of him or talking down on him in a condescending way when Rin doesn’t really mean to. I reckon if they could get over this hurdle though, their relationship would very much be defined by what happens in the silence. The little acts of love and affection. Hiori having a second controller at his desk at all times even though he prefers to play solo. Rin cooking proper meals for them both. Their sides of the couch having their favourite cushions and blankets.

On the note of that, I like the idea that 99% of the time, when they’re watching movies together they sit on opposite sides of the couch. That’s just the way they do things. But then, there’s that 1% of the time. Maybe Rin had a bad day and is feeling upset. Maybe Hiori is extra cold. Then, they can cuddle on the middle of the couch. It isn’t something they discuss or plan, they just know to do it. They don’t really talk while cuddling nor do they acknowledge the act in any way. It’s another one of their ‘silent shows of affection’.

Oh, but one thing that isn’t silent is Hiori’s laugh. Oh god, his laugh makes Rin melt. Hiori doesn’t laugh often but when he does, oh boy. And if Rin makes him laugh? It’s the one time Rin doesn’t feel like he’s being laughed at. It feels like Hiori is genuinely happy. Of course, Rin tries his best to hide his blushing face behind a facade of cool collectedness, brushing off the laugh with a cold remark, but Hiori knows what’s really going on.

I do think Hiori wouldn’t know exactly what to do if Rin was very upset specifically about his self worth issues and comparing himself to his brother. However, Hiori will try his damnedest to help. My best guess is that he’d be there with hugs and gentle touches and would probably just try to run though things objectively with Rin. He’d be rational about everything Rin says (if Rin is ever willing to open up at all) and would put everything into perspective. If things were getting more emotional for Rin (I’m taking potentially tears, which would be very rare because he’s mister “I nEvEr CrY”), Hiori would cup his cheeks and look into his eyes — the same eyes Rin hates about himself — and talk calmly, bringing Rin back down from the heights of anxiety and stress.

I don’t want this to turn into a “Hiori is Rin’s therapist and personal carer” moment because Rin definitely does his fair share for Hiori too. Hiori doesn’t have a healthy schedule most days. He sleeps at 4am, spends more time cooped up in his room than a NEET in wintertime and has the diet of a 12 year old kid who was told they were allowed to pick their own meals. Since Rin is pretty finicky about schedules and personal health, he’d probably be there reminding Hiori to sleep at midnight and go out for walks every now and again. Rin is also tidier than Hiori, so things stay more in order when he’s around.

I like the idea that Hiori talks about Rin a lot to Nanase specifically, and specifically in DMs. It’s more comfortable for him to gush over text than in person or over call. The way he talks about Rin to Nanase is kinda snarky but also sometimes unusually sappy. Rin is never reading these DMs, obviously. When they first got together, the amount of freaking out Hiori did had Nanase rolling.

On this note, Rin and Hiori never really officially confessed to each other. Not in a conventional way, at least. As with most things, their eventual slip from platonic to romantic relationship was very silent and largely defined by action. They’d sit closer together. They’d eat together more often. Their hands would brush against one another while on walks. The feelings were obviously brewing but by the time either of them brought it up, they’d already basically been dating for months. It was very much a “hey, are we dating?” “Uh, I don’t know? Do you want us to?” “Uh, sure?”. Their behaviour never changed after the fact.

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Well then, I hope you liked these. I’m surprising myself at how many ideas I have for these two considering they interacted so little. Maybe I should write a fic about these two at this point? I’m very busy but idk I might be able to squeeze out a one-shot.

#blue lock #bllk #hiorin #blue lock hiori #blue lock rin #yo hiori #itoshi rin

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 30

Chapter 30: “Resistance”

It breaks my heart that regardless how driven they both are to find some last minute solution to save Norman, they know deep down any attempt will be useless. Even with their emotions on high, Ray continues to warn Emma in hopes that she won’t try anything reckless that would risk her own life, especially with Isabella watching so closely and the demons lurking at the gate waiting for Norman.

Must all the hugs in this story have a depressing undertone to them? I can’t remember each one off the top of my head, but there’s certainly a handful.

Since Ray stressed to Emma that she shouldn’t make any risky moves, I seriously doubt he would’ve given her the taser with no questions asked, which leads me to believe she just snatched it from him. Or maybe he placed it on the bed and she simply took it from there, who knows. Either way, I know you’re being very desperate to save Norman sweetie, but shocking his ear will definitely not go unnoticed by Isabella!

I know Emma slamming her already broken leg into the floor was a major concern, and thank god Norman stopped her from hurting herself even more, but I dunno how much of a distraction that would be really? If it all went according to Emma’s plan and Norman did decide to run after the device was used on him, I can see Isabella just chase after him with little hesitation. It’s not like Emma was gonna go anywhere or try anything else after injuring herself more. But alas, we shall never know for sure.

Unfortunately for me, I can never see a panel of Norman yelling and not laugh..for stupid reasons.

It’s all this plus a whole bunch of other reasons why we love this girl with all our hearts!

I absolutely love how the anime adapted Isabella handling Emma’s outburst so much more than the panels we were given. Their faces when she voices the death threat are both fine, but the addition of Isabella checking her tracker serves as a reminder to Emma that she’s still under mom’s control. Having Isabella slowly lower her arm back down is nice too, and getting a clearer look at Phil’s reaction to this scene is helpful for later chapters.

I do not understand this level of trickery you’re pulling here, Norman. The taser was not in your hand at all, so how does it magically show up there huh??

Sorry, trying to lighten the mood because the manga is being straight up painful. Ray is completely defeated and worn out, as his six year plan to save NE falls apart as Norman walks out the door, and Emma’s beyond devastated that there’s nothing else she can do much watch.

Also love how the anime handles their brief conversation in this moment by having the audio play from either side depending who is speaking off-screen, with Norman’s question being hear from only the right side then having the audio pan over to the left when Isabella answers. She probably doesn’t think of her own happiness often, nor feel like she even deserves to be happy with the kind of life she’s chosen. 

Favorite panel/moment:

Despite all the big and memorable moments this chapter contains, my favorite is actually how Ray greets Emma the next morning because it’s very similar to his interaction with Norman in ch15, yet the gesture itself is used so differently on both occasions.

Ch15 was right after the NR discussion about Ray being the actual traitor and him greeting Norman like that sorta felt like a warning, to remind him to act normal and remember the plan they agreed on. When Ray greets Emma here however, it’s simply to console her after they both lost Norman.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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Late Night Talks

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The stars sure were pretty tonight.

All the little twinkling lights to watch, not a single cloud in the sky. The moon bright and big, shining down with it's lesser light but still beautiful all the same. Watching the stars was usually one of his favorite things to do as a pastime; it would put him at ease with a soft smile on his face he didn't know he'd be wearing half the time. Sometimes it'd be on the ground, others way up high in the trees, letting the world go by and lull him to sleep.

But this time, that wasn't the case.

Sonic still watched the stars. But there was no tranquility to it. It didn't bring him peace like it normally would. And he could not–under any circumstances–fall asleep. He could not lay in the grass or trees, there was no smile and peace for him as he simply sat on the ground outside of the Resistance base, in the middle of the night, keeping his distance from every living thing that existed.

And it was all thanks to the Metal Virus that currently spread throughout his body.

He had run most of it off a few hours ago, and had allowed himself at most an hour of sleep before he went running again, and even then only been half asleep, keeping himself aware of his surroundings and body against the cold concrete beneath him. It had been spreading a lot faster recently, which was not a good sign.

Sonic wasn't exactly sure how long it's been since he had been actually able to rest–but he figured it had been at least a good four days now. And he was exhausted.

Running is hard now. He could hardly keep up with conversations sometimes–and those conversations were important, battle strategizing; he hated that he would fall asleep to them standing upright, could hardly keep his balance. He tried his best to make it seem like it wasn't that big of a deal, and it mostly worked. But the bags growing under his eyes were giving him completely away, and because there was nothing he could do about it, he had to deal with it.

It was already hard enough when one of his friends would dismiss him to try to sleep when he'd accidentally dozed in the middle of a meeting. It was hard enough that he had to keep his distance from literally everything. That he couldn't touch someone. Sure, he wasn't big on hugging or anything like that, but he couldn't even sling his arm around anyone anymore; heck, he couldn't even give anyone a high five. He had to deal with people occasionally looking at him with sympathy, or sometimes even caution. Sometimes fear. He didn't miss the way they kept their distance from him as he moved through the crowds. Didn't miss what they whispered about.

It was bad enough he could hardly keep his eyes open, or that he was finding it harder, somehow, to keep his emotions in check. Tails had mentioned to him that it was a symptom of sleep deprivation, but Sonic didn't want to hear that. He didn't want to be awake all the time, he didn't want this stupid virus, he didn't want his friends to worry like they were.

He hated it when people paid attention to him like that. And he hated that it was because of him that they were.

Which was the reason why he was sitting outside that night, watching the sky boredly with a deep frown on his face, having nothing better to do while everyone else got to lay in comfy, warm beds inside. The thought made his fist clench.

Sonic knew he shouldn't resent them; in fact, it wasn't even them that he resented. It wasn't their fault he was stuck like this. And yet, while he never really cared about where he slept, right now the only thing he wanted was to be wrapped in warm, comfy blankets, resting his head on soft, fluffy pillows and to not be disturbed until like. Forever. A tree branch or the grass would even feel better than a slab of brick on his back (which had been slightly sore recently because of his discomfort, but the hedgehog dared not say anything. His friends had enough to worry about as it is).

But because of his– condition, he was stuck where he was. And that's the thing Sonic truly resented, especially now in this moment as he practically glared at the stars, as if it was them who had cursed him to this fate. He had figured he needed some fresh air and time to be alone, but that only made his groggy, jumbled thoughts ever more present. He hated thinking.

First, a whole half of a war I wasn't there for. He grumbled in his thoughts, brows furrowing a bit more at the unwanted memories sitting in the back of his mind, threatening to come out. Now, they have to suffer with this not even weeks after. If I only could have seen that Eggman would return, I could've– They wouldn't be-!

Frustration mounting, Sonic scowled, bringing his curled fist down against the ground to try to quell it with a soft grunt, then dumped his head into his hands with a sigh.

He was only given a moment before his ear turned to the sound of a large door opening slowly, and he raised his head, blinking at the yellow light coming from the doorway as his eyes adjusted. Somehow, he wasn't surprised to find Amy standing there, taking a step forward to let the door close behind her and bathing the world back to uninterrupted darkness.

She wore a soft, small smile, carrying two cups of something steaming in her hands as she walked forward, stopping when getting as close as she dared (which was only a few inches, much closer than anyone else dared to). She lifted a cup, motioning with her head. "Hey. Thought you might want something warm, it's a little chilly out here, heh."

Sonic rose a brow, choosing to completely ignore the beverages for the moment. "How come you aren't asleep? It's in the middle of the night."

Amy returned his look with narrowed eyes, as if to say "really?", but chose not to comment on it as she sighed, sitting right next to him (And he wasn't sure why, but the close proximity made him extremely happy. He hadn't been this close to anyone for way too long). She didn't turn to look at him when she answered. "... Couldn't sleep. I tried, but…"

She shrugged, leaving it at that. The blue hedgehog studied her for a moment, a certain pull of sympathy going her way before he completely bashed it down. He knew exactly what that was like right then, but if he didn't like being sympathized with, then he figured neither would she. He held out his hand, palm up to make sure none of the virus curling over his knuckles, slowly but definitely surely, could touch her. Amy handed him his cup, being careful to use the tips of her fingers on top. He hadn't known just how cold he actually was until the warmth of the liquid inside reached his fingers, and Sonic held it just a bit closer in an attempt to fight off the sudden chill in his body.

"It's not coffee, by the way. I know you don't like that, so I got you hot cocoa. Hope you don't mind."

He smiled, just slightly. "It's fine, Amy. I appreciate it, really. Thanks."

A silence lapsed between them. It wasn't comfortable, but nor was it awkward as Sonic carefully sipped the warm drink in his hands. With the company and current hot liquid running down his throat, he found both to be distractions that he sorely needed right then, and sent gratitude towards the girl next to him; she always seemed to know when to show up at the right times.

In order to break the silence, he cleared his throat, intending to speak, turning to Amy with a smile. "So.. How are you holding up?"

The pink hedgehog met his gaze for a moment, eyes in deep thought, as if trying to hide something. She shrugged nonchalantly once seeming to settle on something, turning away again to stare out into the distance. "About as well as everyone else is. Not really much to say." There was a pause, a brief look down at the ground, before she directed it back to him. "What about you?"

Sonic blinked at the vague response; a response he didn't like very much. He frowned slightly, doing his best to not look as upset as he felt as he placed the mug on the ground, leaning forward slightly. "Amy, seriously. That wasn't a direct answer, and it wasn't about you. I asked how you were, not how you felt compared to everyone else."

Amy chuckled softly, but it sounded almost empty, something Sonic wasn't used to hearing from her at all. "Since when did you suddenly want to start talking about feelings, Mr. 'Run Away From My Problems'?"

There was a lot more spite in her voice for him to take it as a joke, and he felt his heart stab with slight hurt. Where had that come from??

"Well gee, I dunno, maybe I'm just worried for my friends and want to make sure they're okay??" Sonic scoffed, not bothering to hide his own annoyance. He turned away, crossing his arms. "Not like we're in the middle of a pandemic or anything. Sue me for trying, yeesh."

Suddenly, her stare was back on him, wide with slight shock. "O-oh- Sonic no I- I didn't mean- Ugh." She dumped her head in her hands, her own drink sitting next to her leg.

Immediately the blue hedgehog felt his animosity disappear completely with the way she stuttered, once again sympathy eating it away. And he didn't try to fight it this time, watching her solemnly and desperately wishing he could put his hand on her shoulder for comfort. It was utter torture for him to sit there and watch his friends suffer like this and not being able to do anything about it. And yet again, he found himself becoming angry about it, but didn't let it consume him, pushing it aside for later. He'd deal with it later.

Amy sniffled, the sound breaking Sonic's heart, one of her palms wiping under her eyes. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to let that out, I just–.." She lifted her head, her eyes slightly glossy, still not turning to him. "I'm tired. But I feel like– I feel like I can't complain about it, b-because so is everyone else. Especially you." She shook her head, sniffing again. "It feels so unfair."

"... It's not though." Sonic found himself muttering after a moment, letting her words hang in the air. He paused,backtracking on his statement. "I mean, yeah, it's unfair that this is happening. But it's not unfair when you need to vent about it, and it's not complaining. I mean," He felt himself get slightly angry at this next thought, but didn't let it show. "You're running the entirety of the Resistance. By yourself. It'd be different if you weren't doing anything, but you more than deserve to 'complain'." He turned away solemnly, staring at the ground. "Can't imagine what it's like being in your situation right now.."

He felt her staring at him for a moment, and in order to distract himself, picked the hot cocoa up from the ground again to take another drink.

"Yeah well," Amy murmured, finally looking away. "I guess that makes two of us."

At that, Sonic waved a hand at her, pulling on his "hero" attitude with a smile that didn't quite reach his voice. "Ah, it's no big deal. Nothin' I haven't dealt with before in the past."

He jumped when the sound of ceramic hitting concrete echoed the next second, and again when the girl next to him hissed, "Why do you do that??"

The male hedgehog turned to look at her incredulously, only to falter at the glare she was giving him. It wasn't one of those "ticked off but in a pouty, cute kind of way". It was a glare, not one of hatred, but of annoyance. One of genuine anger. A look he had not received from her, and it made his insides squirm just a bit.

"... Do… Do what?" He dared to ask, slowly.

"You play off every single problem of yours as if it's not a problem!!" Amy cried now, not yelling or shouting, but it felt like it. "As if it doesn't affect you when it clearly does, clearly has been!! You can't just sit there and pretend that you're okay when we know you're not, Sonic, and I am quite frankly tired of you acting like it!!" Actual, genuine tears filled the corners of her eyes, and though there was still anger, it was coupled with heartbreak and hurt. "Do you have any idea of how much it hurts us when you do that?!! We want to help you, too, but you don't let us because of some– dumb hero code or whatever, but that doesn't exist for us!! You are my hero, you always will be, but you are also my friend!! Do you not trust your own friends?!?!"

"That's ridiculous, of course I do!!" Sonic cried exasperatedly, but didn't get a chance to say much else before she continued on.

"Then why?!?! Why, Sonic the Hedgehog, do you sit there and act like nothing is wrong?!?"

She was crying now. It was hard to see with the dark around them, but not hard to tell. With the way she sniffled, and the tears he could see slowly rolling down her muzzle, her glare piercing right through his very heart. He couldn't stare any longer, looking away, guilt eating him up once again. He wanted to run. But he knew if he did that, it would not fix anything. It would only break the relationship they had slowly begun to build, one he had comfortably found himself enjoying. He couldn't break that. Not when he was so close. To what, he wasn't sure yet, but it was going in a direction he was content with.

Leaving now would ruin everything they've been working towards.

So Sonic swallowed his pride and stayed, twisting the mug in his hand in an attempt to keep himself calm and seated. A thought came to him then, one that made him chuckle ironically and shake his head. "... Just as you said," He murmured eventually. "It makes me a hypocrite, I guess, but.. I didn't want to burden you guys, either. With you running the Resistance, Tails trying to find a cure, Tangle, Silver and Whisper dealing with the refugees.. All I'm really doing is running around so that I don't collapse." His ears lowered in a show of guilt. "Seems a lot less stressful than everyone else, so I didn't think.. It'd bother anyone. I didn't know it'd hurt you though. That.. That wasn't my intention." He turned himself away just a bit further, the corners of his mouth dipping in a frown. "I just wanted to protect you guys, somehow."

Again, there was a long, quiet silence as his words sunk into Amy's mind. He stared into the contents of his mug as he waited for a response. From the corner of his eye she saw her hesitantly reach out, as if wanting to place her hand on his shoulder, but seemed to remember his infection and withdrew it quickly. Sonic closed his eyes and quietly swallowed in an attempt to fight away the sudden yearning of physical contact. At least she hadn't seemed mad anymore, which was good.

".. Sonic, you have been protecting us. To the best of your abilities." She eventually murmured, a hint of longing in her own voice that she desperately seemed to fight away. "We know that right now, you're limited. But you've also been a huge help in saving refugees–this is.. Gonna sound a little morbid, but if you hadn't gotten infected, I don't think we would have been able to save as many people as we have."

The blue speedster gave a quiet huff at that, the smallest hint of a smirk on his face. Leave it up to Amy Rose to find the positives in any situation, whenever he couldn't.

She continued after taking another sip of her coffee. "Plus.. You need to remember that we're heros now, too. You're not the only one that has to carry the whole world on your shoulders, you have a team–always had a team. We can tackle any burdens there are together. So long as you let us."

Sonic finally looked back up at her, meeting her gaze, which held a deep sorrow behind warmth and care. He knew she meant those words from the bottom of her heart, and it's not as if he thought they weren't heros; they more than earned that title with the war, when he had been gone, and even before that. If it weren't for her or Tails, sometimes even Knuckles, he probably wouldn't have been here. Her words struck a chord in his heart, and she met his tired, sad gaze with that same love he would be used to running away from time and time again. This time, however, it spread warmth through his own heart, easing some–not all, but some–of his worries. It was moments like these that reminded him just how much he truly cared for her.

A-and the rest of his friends. Of course.

"Don't you forget that, Sonic the Hedgehog." Amy Rose murmured.

For the first time in a while, he found himself smiling genuinely. "I'll.. I'll try not to. Thanks, Amy." His smile split into a grin. "Again."

The pink hedgehog returned it with a soft, somewhat shy smile of her own. "Anytime."

A terrible, cold shiver ran down the length of his spine suddenly, officially breaking the warm moment, and he looked down at his arm to see the virus spreading over his left back quill. His grin had immediately been replaced with a slightly annoyed frown once realizing he had been sitting in one spot for far too long already, and for once, he really didn't want to leave. What he wouldn't give to be able to sleep right then and there.

He sighed heavily and placed the mug on the ground, close enough for Amy to take it. Standing took an effort he wasn't used to in the least, but he did so, stretching his arms and legs to try to wake himself up before running.

"Well, I guess it's time for me to run this dumb infection off. Again." He grumbled, stretching to the left with his eyes closed. His voice had a robotic undertone to it now, and he hated the sound of it. It wasn't natural, wasn't him. "Been sitting here longer than I should have. But I'll be back in the morning."

"Oh," Rightfully, Amy sounded disappointed, but when he opened his eyes again he found her nodding with an understanding smile. "Alright then. Just.. Be safe. And try to get a nap in before you come back."

Sonic huffed amusedly, rolling his eyes as he stretched out his leg. "Yeah sure. So long as you try to get some sleep in too."

"Oh I'll definitely try alright. Can't guarantee I'll get much, though."

"Yeah well. Sleep is a luxury, try not to take it for granted." He hadn't meant to sound so morbid, but he couldn't help the way it came out. He attempted to play it off, however, turning to Amy with a somewhat apologetic, soft smile. "I'll see you around."

She stood, holding both mugs in her hands, looking as if she wanted to hug him but kept rooted to the spot. She was demonstrating some serious self control as of late, and Sonic couldn't help but to mentally congratulate her for that. "See you." Was her simple, sad response.

With a two-fingered salute and a nod, ignoring the protest of his tired body, Sonic boosted off into the horizon and darkness, the sound of–well, sound–breaking echoing just a few seconds behind him.

He was going to get that three week nap he mentioned earlier once this was all over. Because he knew it was gonna be over. One way or another.

He wasn't about to let the entirety of Mobius suffer like this any longer. Not on his watch.

Just you wait, Amy. He thought, sights set right in front of him as he twisted through the blurred forms of trees. Once this is all over, you'll get the hug you deserve. That I can promise you.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic sega #sega #sega sonic #sonamy #sonic and amy #sonic x amy #amy rose #sonic #sonic comics #idw comics #idw sonic #sonic idw #my writing #my fanfiction #writing #fanfiction #metal virus #metal virus arc #dont ask me when in between the comics this is i couldnt tell you #angst #light angst #hurt/comfort #my stuff #luescris

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Can you please make trainee a reaction when they fight also like have argumemts with there girlfriend? Thank you

Well here it is! Idk if this is how you wanted it to be but I tried! This look more like reader being a jealous sh💩tty partner 🤣 but anyways enjoy!

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YORCH ( understanding & calm & helpful )

"Why did you lie!" You yelled at him. Your eyes about to pour tears out. You went to a wedding event with Yorch. You've never expected for a certain women to come to that wedding event but then again you remember she's a family member of the couple that got married. That women is still in love of Yorch. When you two were in high school, she bullied you because you were dating the "love of her life". She made your life miserable in high school and you hated her. "I asked you if she was coming and you said she's wasn't! You know how much I hate her!" You cried covering your face with your hands. " I-I know! And I'm sorry....but I didn't want to go alone...I wanted you by my side....Yn-". "Quiet! Yorch....I hate lies! You should've told me the truth, we've not gone there....". Yorch watch you with a sad expression. He couldn't believe that you seeing that women again made you get all nervous and angry. He understood about the pass and he was always there to protect you but you showed to much weakness and that disappoint him. " Yn....you shouldn't let her affect you...not anymore..." he walk closer to you. His hands delicately place themselves onto your shoulders. " I know you're strong...I know you're-". " Yorch I'm going to my room...." You said running to your room leaving a sad and upset Yorch watching you run off. " I will help you to overcome this..." he mumbled to himself.

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Leo ( tries to control his emotions)

" you know what....I'm sick of this! Are you using your busy job as an excuse to cheat on me with someone else?..." You stood in front of the door blocking Leo from going out. Lately Leo has been to busy with his job as a music producer, helping trainees to make their own music . So he has to be there at work the entire day. He no longer spends time with you like he used to and that bother you a lot. Even before this when he had time to be with you he worked as a music producer and with the trainees as well so why so suddenly he can't no longer spend time with you? Well you only have one answer. The most common answer....he's cheating. Leo scoffed at you finding your words silly. " No, im heading to my job...what makes you think of that?..." He raised up his voice a little, tilting his head to the side trying to figure out what's wrong with you. " you no longer spend time with me! You're cheating on me!" You yelled. You felt anger rise in you as you hit his chest with your tiny fists. Once Leo felt you hit him, he closed his eyes and shoved backwards because of the force. He felt annoyed about your stupid thoughts. "Are you serious right now?....." he raised up his voice again but tried to calm himself. He had a poker face. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose and above. " Yn, baby, I wouldn't do that to you, I can't, I don't have the time to cheat nor am I interested to do it" Then he smiled and walk close to you, putting his hands to touch the sides of your face. "I have amazing projects coming for the trainees, that's why I'm working hard....once things gets done, I'll be back with you... okay?" He whispered as kiss you slowly. You kiss back but then pulled away and hug him. " I just don't want to lose you!". He smiled. " you won't".

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SANGWON ( calm but feels sad and uncomfortable arguing)

" Yn! I think I'll be able debut this time-" He was so happy to tell you this news but his happy smile turned into a frown once he heard your reply. " you said that too last year and you didn't debut...please stop dreaming....actually how about you stop goofing off with your dumb friends, I feel like you're just there to play instead of spending time with me! You're wasting time with them!"'you cried out loud spilling all your anger. Sangwon look at you and couldn't recognize you. " why are saying that?....look if you have problems with your parents again don't take your anger on me....I didn't do anything to you" He said in a sad tone. He didn't even look at you his eyes avoiding you and staring blankly at the tiny table in front of him. He look like he wanted to cry but he hide it with a blank face. " what? It's my parents and you! Y'all don't love me!" You yelled with crying tears as you look at him beside you. He look down at his hands. His fingers slightly pinching the skin of his hand. Could it be he feels uncomfortable of the situation? He was being awfully too quiet. " say something!" You shout still looking at him. Sangwon look back you at you with watery eyes. " say what?.... your words about how I should I give up my dreams hurt me...... There's nothing to say..."he said with no emotion. His voice sounding calm and soft. You felt like shiiiiiiii💩 even more.

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WOOCHAN ( first tries to cheer you up but if can't succeed he'll get frustrated and yelled later apologize)

"Yn which fast food or restaurant should we try today?..." he asked excited holding your hand while walking in the street. " I don't know...you pick...." You said not showing any care. " oh come on, don't let me decide by myself...what if you don't like it?" He pouted pinching your cheek between his fingers. " nah you pick I'll be okay with it" you slightly smile. "Alright then..." he grinned and look everywhere to see if any place catch his attention. " oh this one! I always wanted to go to that-". "No Woochan! Not that one pick another one!" You whined. "B-but why not? You said I can choose and you'll be okay about it..." He stopped walking and look at you confused. Still holding your hand. " I've heard that place is toooo dirty..." you comment. "What? Really? Should we check if it's true?". You let go of his hand. " are you doubting me?? You're doubting your own girlfriend? How dare you?!" You raised up your voice.  Woochan look at you as if you were crazy. He look afraid. "Y-y-Yn! Baby! Are you o-okay? Why are you getting mad?" He put a hand on your shoulder and his other hand caressing your face. " I'm not mad!" You said....madly. Woochan let's go of you. " you're acting childish! Maybe I should stop pampering you with everything" he try to tease you but you didn't smile. Now he was the one getting mad and frustrated. " what it is women! What! Tell me and I'll fix it! Just stop giving me an attitude!" He raised up his voice on you for the first time. You look at him with wide eyes. " y-you yelled at me?" You said with watery eyes. " I- no wait Yn! I'm sorry!" He yelled as you ran back home.

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JAMES ( tries to explain first about the situation with no lies. If you still not convinced he'll get tired and frustrated for not making you understand he's telling the truth, so he'll just leave because he's tired of arguing)

" Zhao Yufan!!!....." you yelled from your room. " oh crap she's mad..." James mumbled to himself. He learned that whenever you say his whole real name that means you're really mad at him. "Yes baby?" He said pressing his lips together tightly his body tensing. "Who's this women?! Huh? She's a woman Yufan! Not even a teenage girl! Why is she following you! And why is she commenting on your pictures that you're very handsome? Huh? Who is she to you!" You show him his phone. The screen on Instagram and the photo of a beautiful girl. "Wait babe calm down!....first of all she's not lying when she says I'm handsome, second,she's not a woman she just turned 17 last week, and as you can tell she's clearly latina, and Latina girls are naturally like...like t-that! Their body are big- bigger? What am I even saying?!" James struggle to even finish his sentence because of the suspicious look you're giving him. " that point is," he raised his index at you. " she's just a friend! My friends and I met her last week in the dance battles we have every month! What's the problem? She's a very nice person what can I do about that?" He shakes his head to the sides as he throws his phone towards the couch. Then he falls to the couch looking tired. " You better be telling me the truth because I wouldn't forgive you...." You said still angry. James looked annoyed and didn't feel like arguing. " honestly you're the one that is disappointing me....the fact that you do not trust me and even go through my phone is so messed up....I've never done that to you because I trust you....." He said in a stern way. He stood up from his couch and left your house leaving his phone there. Now you felt bad for doing this. He didn't took his phone with him so how are you going to call him?

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JAYJAY ( will argue back, and yell back, and scream back, and cry back, and then later he will apologize, then you two will get back together. For god sakes he's 16!)

This time he was the one who started the argument. " YN......I don't like hanging out with your friends " he confessed. You dip your French fry in the bbq. "Why? They're so nice" you raised an eyebrow. "They are but they're annoying too....they're so giiirrrly and conceited " my dad bought me the latest new automobile, my family and I went to queen Elizabeth's birthday party" Jay mimicked their squeaky voices. " next time your friend ,F/n, is gonna say she and her puppy travel to the moon with her private spaceship" JayJay laughed. " pfff you're just mad because she's rich!" You argue as you didn't like how he was talking about your best friend F/n. " You forgot I'm rich too? But I don't show off like she does....I don't like show offs" JJ expressed with a teasing smile. "JayJay! Although she's rich! She's a girl that went through a lot! I'm not letting you down talk about her like that!" You said angry throwing a French fry at his face. Jay stopped smiling and look at you with surprise. He also throws a French fry at you. "Alright then! Defend your best friend! Im leaving!" He put on his school backpack. " Jay wait! This isn't fair! I've never talk bad about your friends! Why are you suddenly saying this-". Jay was making his way to the entrance door about to leave the restaurant. "You're friend F/n try to seduce me". He stopped and look back at you. "What?" You said. " yeah you're friend try to seduce with money and promise me things....you're friend in a fake!" Jay yelled and left the restaurant.

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JIHOON ( the listener, after you done talking, he'll talk calmly probably raise his voice a little but quickly stop. If things get bad he'll feel stressed about it) " hoonie in the future you and I will get marry" you said as you daydream in class next to him. "Yeah sure..." he glance at you with a funny look. Of course you're joking when you say this.....right or...." I'm being serious.....once we turn 20 we'll get married and have 10 kids together! Five little Hoonies and five little ynies!" You said excitedly. Jihoon wide his eyes as he look at you with fear. " ha! Hahaha! You're so silly Ynie...cute" he rubbed your head and faked laughed. You slam your hands against the desk. " I'm serious! Han Jihoon!" You got close to his face trying intimidate him. Jihoon swallow his ball of saliva stuck in his throat. " No!" He said. " of course not!" He yelled nervously. " you don't want to have a feature with me?! " you whispered out loud. " you don't think I'm the only one for you? Then....that means you don't love me at all!" You cried. " No! Yea! I mean no-yes!....agh! You're pranking me right?" Jihoon grasp onto his own hair. " you know what Jihoon......we're done! It seems that you don't want a feature with me" you said separating your desk from his. " No YN! Wait we have to talk!" He whispered back. You ignore him. Jihoon look down at his desk feeling stressed about the situation. He still thinks you're just messing with him but still he feels frustrated.

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[seriouslychloe]

spoilers ahead for outer banks season 3!!

lets talk season 3! so i personally really like the season! (besides big john, but we will get to that later) i loved the vibes it gave off! and we got jiara AND cleope!!! so lets start with what i loved, i really like the barbados scenes, which are like the first 2 episodes. i loved the rafe and kie scenes (im NOT a riara shipper but you do you boo) im really glad they stuck to them hating each other. also im glad that kie actually looked scared and acted scared bc she is kidnapped by a man who is threatening killing her if she doesn’t give him a diary???!!!? + she also kidnapped with her like sworn enemy who is also a killer and isnt aware of his next move. i also loved the island scenes and wish we got more :(. i loved episode 5! the train sequence was really interesting and i was laughing so hard when cleope tried to convince the police guy (so good at explaining ik ik) they were in love (but we all know they already were) and the motorcycle scenes were my favorite! the scene after jj crashed his motorcycle was also a great one! + im so glad sarah got a hug with jj rooting for cambank sibling. the “dont ever do that again” 😩✋✋😭 . i loved episode 7 too! the topper and kie interactions 💀 also the fight with jiara was AMAZING!!!! kie looked so defeated when he said it wasn’t gonna work 😭. i loved the music after the fight too (kinda random lol). for the things i wished were different…to start, big john. tbh i liked im better dead. he had WAY TO MUCH screen time! i just wanted clarification that he showered at some point this season his beard was giving me ickk. another thing, i wanted more angsty, emotional scenes. these kids have been through SO MUCH!! they showed a little bit of jj’s mental health but it was like 1/4. im glad they showed more of sarah’s as well! but i really wanted to see more of kiaras emotional side (i am kinda biased) but like she has almost drowned in the MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN holding her best friends dead weight in her arms for a LONG TIME after he got hit on the head most likely suffering from a concussion, she has almost drowned in a sewer, she has betrayed her parents trust but then again its as much their fault that it is hers, she lost 2 of her best friends only to find out they were alive again like a few months later, she has been shot at multiple times, she was kinda guilt tripped into a relationship with pope (no offense to pope, again it was both their faults), she has been abducted twice first by saving someones life then being strangled to go to this killers house, second by being strangled the same way with her parents sitting there watching her to be sent to this wilderness camp that was gonna put her on medication, also rafe said that he was gonna find her and get revenge on her-, she was rejected by the person she lovesss 😍😍 and kept on trying (but thats gotta hurt), she also was called a kook by her best friend, she knew he didn’t mean it but, she has always had trouble fitting in and wanted to be a pogue and rafe also called her “at least half kook” so thats also gotta hurt, and like so much more so I WANTED A BREAKDOWN SCENE >:( (preferably with jj comforting her ) reverse hot-tub scene anyone?? but i also wanted more scenes with all the pogues. this season felt like a constant high and i think there needed to be a break where everyone can just BE HAPPY!!! also like the 4 original pogues scenes pleasee :)! i HATED the stopper cheating scenes (their ship names stopper for a reason-) i just want jarah b to be happy and together for at least one season-, thats all i’m asking. i think overall we needed more pogues being there for each other and comforting each others. also i didn’t like the time jump-, although i’m glad the pogues got a win, i don’t want them to be separated next season. i have run out of space now and have been writing this for 45 minutes but what are your thoughts? id love to know! :)

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