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lilacsareinbloomagain · 5 months

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Ik you said you’re on break but that’s okay! I can wait lmao

I’m obsessed with your yandere lu writings. I would love a yandere Time x fem reader where he like extra creeps on reader? I’m talking like spying on them n shit and maybe stealing an article of clothing just bc it smells like them

Lord help me that sounds so weird

Why am I like this

Help

Thank you so much for requesting for my boy Time!

Notes: No no I like your way of thinking, give me your worst. Me, personally, I can be way worse than that lol

In fact, I may have accidentally made this creepier than I meant to, idk

By the way, when I said underpants in this I meant those white pants thing Link uses, which is probably called tights or something, but I didn't want you guys to read this and imagine reader with, like, fishnets by accident lmao

Time has anxiety and I'll not elaborate

I was gonna post this tomorrow, but ya know

TWs: Yanderism, stalking, suggestiveness, clothing stealing.

Yandere! LU! Time x Reader

In a way, Time was like a cat.

There was no way you could just ignore random articles of your clothes going missing every time you went to bath.

No matter where you went to clean yourself, it was like one part of your outfit was picked out by hand and evaporated, be it your undershirt, underpants, socks, and sometimes even your underwear!

You tried everything to prevent it, hiding your clothes, setting up traps… You only drew the line when it came to anything to do with poison, since you couldn't bear to possibly end up killing an innocent animal just for the sake of clothes.

Even if said clothes somehow always ended up randomly returning unscathed to the rest of your laundry.

Time and time again, this topic was brought up in conversations with the men you traveled alongside. Yet, for some reason, the matter was also time and time again swept under the rug. It never got solved, neither did it ever get discussed, more often than not.

Starkly different from your point of view, Time found it pretty cute how you got all fussy over some little clothes, clothes which he could easily just make you throw away and buy new ones, it's not like he was lacking the rupees for it, after all.

Yet, he couldn't find it within himself to keep pressing on that matter, not when you looked just so embarrassed protesting against the idea of throwing away your under clothes, stressing about how comfortable your clothes were and about how they were your favorite because of that exact reason.

From what he's noticed, you barely ever wore anything else, no matter how many clothes they could offer you, which was proof of just how much you adored that outfit, each part that composed it having been carefully thought out before being picked out by your hand back when they first went to the market to look for an appropriate Hyrulean attire for you.

It was more than obvious by now that you weren't planning on getting rid of it any time soon.

Still, despite all your best attempts to keep your clothes safe, you couldn't really stop them from randomly disappearing, that is, unless you stopped bathing, and that was something you obviously couldn't even consider doing.

So, you simply sighed with resolution as you took off your clothes to once again go into the river next to the camp, wanting to wash off any grime that may have rubbed on you from the last battle the Links went through before you guys left for the next village.

A little ways down in the same river, you knew the other men were washing themselves, that way, a scream would be all they needed know to come over to help you, should anything happen.

Not that anything had ever happened to you while you were bathing.

You kind of felt like you were being watched, but then again, you learned to not pay attention to that, after all, your brain always seemed to like playing tricks on you, be it making you think you saw the shadows in the corner of your eye moving, or strange noises coming from bushes, all of which always proved to be absolutely nothing at all. Especially the strangely distinctive smell of Time rubbing off on your clothes...

Besides, whenever you looked around yourself to see if your senses were correct, you'd only be able to hear the calm silence of the river waters, almost as if the fish itself held back from swimming every time you tensed up.

The regular calming ambiance noises returned when you finally stopped being paranoid, going back to washing yourself with a relieved sigh, knowing the feeling of being watched was just a product of your tricky mind.

Sound doesn't travel much underwater. Should it be sounds of heavy breathing, sounds of something much larger than the river fish swimming, or even the heavy sounds of metal boots sinking into the sandy floor of the river with every step their wearer took.

Time observed with certain amusement as you walked around the shallow part of the river, your head just above the surface, your feet dangling dangerously near the deeper part. One wrong step and you could risk drowning.

However, you seemed to be having fun while cleaning yourself, enjoying the cool, clean water. The elder, though, was having his own fun watching you.

He had to give it to you though, no matter what you did, your movements were always so captivating to him. He had already seen a lot in his life, many races, creatures and even monsters. Yet you had such a… Human way of behaving. Even if humans were so alike hylians, you still seemed different in a way, a very good way in his eyes.

What was even more interesting to him was the fact that you were still different from the other humans he'd met through his life.

More often than not your actions were unpredictable and random, not at all serious, it was like you somehow weren't very phased after getting kicked out of whatever universe you originally belonged in and into another. An universe that was extremely dangerous and distinct from yours. His universe.

You were very, very far from your home, yet he could still see some of it in the way you spoke, behaved and reacted to the things and beings around you.

Sometimes, he'd catch himself becoming infatuated again with the stuff that he was already used to, simply because you seemed so surprised and excited by them.

Things he saw in his everyday life and just happened to ignore. Places, people, animals, creatures, plants, you name it. You gave him a renewed view of life, the whole "enjoy the small things in life" a concept so simple that still managed to make him feel truly alive again.

When he was with you he felt like Hylia and the Golden Goddesses themselves were paying him back for all heroic deeds he performed. In his eyes, you saved him.

In no time, watching the stars with you became a new routine, you were always so interested in them, yet still didn't seem to mind when he preferred to do something else, as to avoid looking at the moon.

Therefore, counting and catching fireflies was the next best thing.

And before he even noticed, he had bought an extra satchel at the market just so he could collect and buy those things that reminded him of you, things he noticed you pointing out whenever you saw. Pretty rocks, shiny crystals, colorful shells, and even those silly little trinkets that, in his eyes were useless, yet brought happiness to yours.

You'd even managed to make him blush the other day, when you told him he was acting like a cat, placing gifts by your bedroll at night, while you were asleep.

Yes, you made him blush. Him, The elder, The Hero Of Time that was also The leader their group, a group made up of the strongest men known in the history of Hyrule.

But, in a way, you were actually correct.

Cats are very attached to their favorite person, enough to follow them around and watch them do the most simple things, like sleeping, or bathing.

He didn't feel like admitting to those things though, especially not to stealing your clothes.

At first, he assured himself that he was doing all that watching just to make sure you were safe, after all, bathing time was the only moment of the day when you were “fully alone” or so you thought. Time would never forgive himself if you accidentally got hurt because of his lack of attention to you, even if the “hurt” in question was merely a scratch on your knee from accidentally slipping while bathing.

He knew better than anyone that too much peace meant something bad could happen at any time, and too little peace was even worse! Therefore, there was no middle ground, you needed to be protected at all times. And the fact he also got a little fun out of guarding you didn't hurt anyone. After all, what the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't feel.

He didn't even try lying to himself about stealing your clothes, he wasn't that delusional, after all, liking your smell didn't sound like too good of an excuse to tell you, should you find out about that little habit of his.

In a way, he wasn't even hidden right now, per say, he was just not in plain view.

In fact, sometimes even hoped you saw him, so that he'd be able to stop just watching and join you already.

After all, you wouldn't be able to get hurt if he was right there beside you, right?

Let him keep pretending that's the only reason he wanted to join you in the bath.

#tw: yandere #yandere x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #linked universe x reader #yandere link x reader #lu time #lu time x reader #yandere lu time #yandere lu time x reader

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an-au-blog · 16 days

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I love zosan and think the art made me love it even more, but if I'm being honest with myself and how I feel about the canon, I'd say there should be zolu and sanuso before zosan. Let me explain:

The only logical explanation for Zoro - a pirate hunter, who had killed pirates for very petty reasons... to join a random guy with no crew, no boat and a pipedream, is that he saw something in him. The sheer amount of loyalty this man holds for his captain is more than akin to blind devotion than anything. And the trust Luffy holds in his first mate is absolutely astounding.

Outside of the ladies, Sanji only ever defends/vouches for Usopp. Even though Usopp is a man, Sanji doesn't treat him with the annoyance he sometimes has for Luffy and Zoro. During the water 7 arc, he keeps defending Usopp even though the Mary fiascos. He's super protective towards him.

In conclusion, here's how I think it'd go:

Sanji had been unintentionally courting Usopp and only realized it when water 7 happened. At some point while they're still in recovery or maybe while they were still traveling to enmys lobby, he tries to tell him what he's realized. Because if he really leaves the crew, this would be his only chance and he needed to live without regrets, as there was no guarantee what could happen.

Sanji: Usopp, I know it's not the time or place, but-

Usopp: Haha, this isn't Usopp, I'm Sniper King, remember?!

Sanji (defeated, knowing nothing will come of this): Yeah, well, when you see Usopp, can you tell him that I'm sorry I couldn't tell him on time, but I love him and I regret only realizing it now...

Usopp: ...

Usopp: Oh... well... I'll be sure to tell him.

Sanji might have taken that as a nice way to reject him, so he decided to take it with dignity and leave but was stopped when he heard

Usopp: And thank you... I mean, he'd probably thank you. For telling him.

Would it be too pathetic of Sanji to hold onto hope?

After everything was said and done, Usopp joined again. Sanji had forgotten, with all the things that happened, about his confession. So he was a bit surprised when he approached him about it.

S: Soooo... Sniper King told me what you wanted to tell me...

U, sweating bullets: Whaaat? I didn't mean- I mean I never told him to tell you anything, idk what you're talking about. That sniper king guy probably lied!

S: I don't think he's the type to lie. He's a man of honor, you know.

U, not believe that he's getting jealous of himself: you're so easy to defend him, you like him or something?

S, with embarrassment but loving adoration: Yeah.

U, heart broken: Oh. Well, I wish you two a happy life then.

(If he's wondering whether or not to "rejoin as SK", but living a double life would be hard and -)

S: Wait, where are you going. I just told you I loved you and you're walking away? Did something happen, I thought...

U: You said you like Sniper King, not me. (*insert rant about how SK is so much better than Usopp and all that self degrading bs*)

S: Okay, okay, no. I know you're the same person. But if you insist: I love you too. Not only in a friend way, not because of your persona, but because of you. Usopp.

And awww, would you look at that, they started dating. Time passes and Usopp stops feeling as insecure as he had before. Sanji keeps flirting with women but never means it and they all know it because they always ends up back in each other's arms. But then something devastating happens. Sanji can't stop thinking about how the mosshead never wears a shirt. It's infuriating and Usopp kind of understands, at one point he goes "Have you tried touching his chest? Maybe you'll get it out of your system."

To which Sanji is 1. Speechless, petrified, flabbergasted; 2. Shook and horrified at the suggestion; 3. Kind of obsessed with the idea now that he thinks about it; 4. defensive because "my love, you are all I need how could youuuu think thaaat".

In that order.

Usopp, laughing nervously: It's not like I haven't done it.

Sanji: What?

Usopp: What.

So it turned out, that one night of drinking made Zoro almost kiss Usopp, which he backed away because he was afraid, but then Zoro called it "physical traids" which made him.confused and a bit worried that he didn't know what that was, so he said he'd think about it. Zoro looked at him in a way that conveyed "what is there to think about", but never voiced it. With a shrug, he said okay and never tried anything after that.

So Sanji and Usopp decided that they needed to talk about it with the swordsman himself. To work out the logistics if anything... What he said, however, none of them expected.

Zoro: I don't know why you make it into a big fuss. Physical traids, yeah, it's like: I find you attractive, you find me attractive, we care for each other so we make out or if we're feeling it - more. How can Luffy het it, but you can't.

Jaws on the floor.

They call Luffy in on the conversation and it gets worse.

Luffy: Yeah, it's like when I'm bored, or feel like it, we do stuff. But I don't really wanna kiss anyone else and I told him you guys are okay to kiss cause I trust you!

Explaining to them that, yes - that's kind of what dating is, and yes - they've been technically exclusively dating until now, went about as well as one might have hoped. At one point, Sanji definitely got frustrated from his own overthinking about why Marimo had hit on his boyfriend but never him. To which Zoro responded that he had tried a couple of times but Sanji just kicked or ignored him, so he gave up, thinking he wasn't interested.

And at some point Luffy definitely drops something like "I'd like to try with you guys too, it could be fun." with a beaming smile and both Usopp and Sanji wouldn't be able to stop thinking about ot for a week straight, low-key obsessing over it until they decide, okay, yes. And then they would tell him and he would just go "Oh, right, forgot about that, sure, let's do it!"

(idk this was funnier in my head)

#idk what this love triangle is called #sanuso #zolu #zosan #op #zolusanuso #zolusan #usolu #sanlu #idk how to tag I'm gonna cry

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cringe-but-proud · 5 months

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I read your wonka fic and wanna say that it’s amazing for your first time writing x reader! I was hoping that you can do a miles morales x reader where reader miles best friend and is a fan of Spider-Man (reader don’t know miles is Spider-Man) and readers birthday is coming up so miles knowing how much reader loves Spider-Man decides to do a guest appearance at their birthday while being Spider-Man. Reader is happy Spider-Man is at their party but is sad that miles isn’t there. Was hoping it can end with Miles revealing he’s Spider-Man and confessing to reader!

Thanks for the request! I had fun writing this one!

Miles Morales x gn!Reader

Warnings: A little cursing, reader being sad for a min

A/n: Just wanna let everyone know that my asks are open 😈

"Dude, I swear to God, he was right next to my apartment. Right there! If I had been looking out the window, I totally would've seen him!" You spoke excitedly as you showed Miles a video of the infamous Spiderman swinging past your apartment building.

"Yeah, that's cool. That's really cool." Miles nodded.

"Do you think I'll ever get to meet him? Like, for real? Face to face?" You asked as you turned the phone back to yourself, rewatching the video a few more times.

"I mean, he's in Brooklyn a lot, so..." He shrugged.

"Yeah... It's weird, I feel like everyone I know has had some sort of encounter with Spiderman, but I've never even spotted him in person."

That was true and it was intentional. Whenever miles was being spiderman, he did everything in his power to avoid you. He liked you a lot and you were his best friend. If he ever had to interact with you as spiderman, he'd probably get nervous, slip up, and blow his cover.

But, he did feel bad. You were obsessed with Spiderman. And he'd heard over and over again about how badly you wanted to meet him.

"Do you think he does cameos or anything? Maybe I could buy one of those for myself with all the birthday money I'm about to get tonight." You suggested with a chuckle.

"Nah, I don't think he does those."

You sighed and began to go on a rant about how much money spiderman could make from doing something like that.

But, Miles wasn't really listening. He was starting to get an idea. And if he wanted to follow through with the idea, he'd have to leave. Like, right now.

He stood up. "I gotta go."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, I just remembered, uh, I gotta finish doing my laundry."

You blinked. "Alright, dude. See you later."

This was gonna be the perfect birthday present. All he had to do was stick to the plan.

Miles was going to come to your party as spiderman. He'd take some pictures with you, wish you a happy birthday, and try to keep all the talking to a minimum.

Perfect.

Your party was on the rooftop of your apartment building, which worked out perfectly for him. He arrived fashionably late, when the party was already in full swing, and he was quickly spotted.

"Yo, is that Spiderman?" A small crowd quickly formed around Miles as he searched for you.

"Yeah, yeah. I, uh, thought I'd swing by wish a happy birthday to... Y'know, Whoever." Miles said, trying to act nonchalant.

"Spiderman?!" You were suddenly standing right in front of him, eyes wide, mouth agape.

"Hey! Happy birthday!" He said to you happily.

"How'd you know this party was for me?"

Shit.

"Uh..." Miles shrugged. "Spidey-sense?"

"Cool..." You smiled. "I'm such a big fan. You- You're like- I mean, you're you. You're Spiderman." You gushed. "Could I take a picture with you?"

"Yeah, for sure." This was going better than expected.

"Can I get one next?" Some random guy piped up.

"Uh... Sure." Miles shrugged.

"Could I get one too?"

"... Yeah?"

Ok, this wasn't part of the plan. Miles was now stuck awkwardly taking pictures with your friends and family.

And where were you? He hadn't seen you in a while and this was YOUR party!

Should he be worried? Well, whether he should or shouldn't didn't really matter. Because he WAS worried.

Miles slipped away from the line of people wanting pictures to look for you. He found you sitting behind your apartment building on some steps.

He cleared his throat. "Hey, uh... Why aren't you up at the party?" He asked as he walked over to sit next to you.

You glanced over and straightened your posture nervously. "Oh, I just... My best friend isn't here and I'm starting to get sort of worried." You shrugged.

Oh, no. This wasn't part of the plan.

"Well, I'm sure he's fine, maybe he just..." Miles trailed off.

"Maybe he just didn't wanna come?" You suggested.

"No! No! I wasn't saying that! I mean, maybe he's just busy."

"Yeah, but he would've texted me if something came up." You shook your head.

Miles was panicking. Spiderman was at your party! That was supposed to make you happy! He didn't think you'd get sad about his absence.

"Well, I'm sure he's got a good reason for not being here." Miles said. "He definitely didn't just ditch you because... I mean, this party is awesome. And you're awesome... I mean, you seem awesome. From what I've seen." He was supposed to keep talking to a minimum. What was he doing?!

"You're probably right. I just wish he could be here, y'know?"

"I'm sure Miles wishes he could be here right now too."

"Yeah." You paused. "Wait, how'd you know his name?"

"Uh-"

"And how do you know my best friend's a 'he'?"

"Well, obviously-"

"Why'd you even come to my party in the first place?"

Well, shit. Miles didn't know how to talk his way out of this.

"I... Um..." You looked at his with narrowed eyes. "Alright, don't freak out, but... I..." He took off his mask. "It's me. I'm Spiderman."

Your jaw dropped.

...

"Please, say something." Miles said.

"Are you kidding me?!" You laughed. "You're- You?! How did I never figure it out?!"

"Cause I was good at hiding it?"

"Why did you come to the party like this?"

"Cause I know you love Spiderman, and I know you've wanted to meet him, and I wanted to make you happy!" Miles says. "But, I... I didn't think you'd get sad about me not being here. Me as in Miles." He said.

You paused. "You know, you didn't need to do the whole Spiderman thing for me."

"Yeah... But, I did." He shrugged.

"Why, though?"

"Cause I like you."

"What?"

Oh, God. This was like a nightmare. Whatever, no going back now.

"I like you." He repeated. "Like, not just in a platonic way."

"Oh."

...

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" He began.

"No, no! I like you too!" You quickly reassured as you chuckled. "I was just surprised."

Miles was surprised for a moment, but then he smiled in relief. "That's cool."

"Yeah." You rested your head on his shoulder. "It's cool." The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment. "Thanks for coming, man."

"You saying that to Miles or to Spiderman?" He teased.

"Shut up." You chuckled.

This was a nice birthday gift.

#miles morales x reader #Spiderman x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #x reader #fanfiction

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rreskk · 9 months

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Too bad, too good

To everything who has sent a request, please be patient. I'll answer whenever I find the energy! Momentarily, I'm focussing on personal projects right now until I'm mentally ready to properly construct a good fanfiction based on your request. Thank you for understanding!

Summary: Trevor Philips was bad news. You always ended up alone, ended up alone with him in bed. The constant promises to stop seeing him, as he was nothing but a waste of time, you'd break them the moment you feel his touch again. He was addicting... Even worse than a drug.

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 3,549

TW: -Smut

NORTH YANKTON – 2002.

God, the memories. The fucking memories. It antagonises you… It beats you half to death. A situationship so haywire and undeserving. You can just remember the fresh touch of his appalling hands all over your body. The drooling sight of his lips hugging your nipples and kissing away the tears of pleasure that would tumble down your dampened cheek. He’d practically manhandle you with passion, leaving all sorts of blemish and stains upon your skin. Back then, it was something you were proud of. His cruel love was a trophy for you to walk around with, holding that throne high up before reality defaces you and then all your delusions became Hellish.

You were too infused in the attraction that you didn’t see the Devil on his shoulder, that “id” playing games with your ego. The worst part; he can’t even recognise his own destruction. This fucking guy, the same man to fuck you nice and good in that crappy motel room… That same man you invited to your own home. You thought that the purpose of his rough hands were to keep you safe from the dark nights, not realising that he used them hands to kill, rob, destroy, torture. He lived in the dark nights and you – so blinded in this darkness – couldn’t see.

Yet neither could he.

However, you couldn’t just stop yourself. You had to be obsessed. He had to be obsessed. The naive attraction, it was mutual to an extent of pure possession and lust. You were scared of his potential. He was a career criminal, someone who could end your life with the snap of his fingers, but you keep ending up in bed, in that cum-stained mattress as he’d moan your name continuously. Them sweet, sensual noises being the cure to your bad days (even if he was the cause of most). You were stuck in this “relationship” with chained bars that stabs your ankles relentlessly whenever there was an exit or escape. Or even a chance.

You just hoped that one day, after whatever “job” he’s doing, that it would be his final exit and you’d be able live the rest of your life without that aching attraction to a bad, bad man.

“Stop, hold on. You’re going out? Where?” His low voice muffled from the telephone line. You were sitting on the edge of your bed wearing a classy outfit for a night-out with some friends. He had called from a random telephone box since he was still travelling around the town, trying to find a good “job” with his guys.

“Down that new bar in town. The company’s hosting an opening night and there’s going to be local bands playing with free drinks.” You explained, holding the phone between your shoulders and head since you were too busy putting on high-heels.

“Free drinks? Who’re you going with?”

“A couple of friends. We’re all getting a taxi there. It’s gonna be fun! The poster at work says it starts at nine and ends near four.

“Four in the morning? Christ… Who are these friends? They ain’t gonna drug ya, right? Try and get in your pants or something? ‘cause I’ll kill em – Shut up, Mikey! I’ll call for how long I fuckin’ want, you piece of turd!” Trevor’s friend, Michael, could be heard urging him to drop the phone, almost deafening you in the process, “Sorry, baby. That bastard keeps fucking my ass… Anyways, I don’t like these friends of yours.”

His jealousy and “protectiveness” made you frown. Moments like these really tested your patience, and he knew how annoying you found it. But will he stop? No. It’s Trevor, for God’s sakes, he’ll get any piece of information and will use it against you whenever he feels an ounce of insecurity.

“You never even met them.” You huffed.

“Fuckin’ why I don’t like em. C’mon, sugar, I ain’t no pillock. I just don’t want my girl running off.”

“Let me have my independence Trevor.”

“Listen, have independence, have whatever the fuck you want, ay? But I’ll be super pissed if you replace me. Fuck guys, fuck chicks, I don’t care! Hey! I couldn’t give two fucks.” He growled, his anger more prominent as this conversation goes against his comfort zone.

“Stop acting like I’m one of your whores – “

“For the last fuckin’ time, I don’t play with whores!”

“But you do love good old pussies from women twice your goddamn age down at the grocery store, huh?” You snapped and interrogated his fetish of maternal figures. It was a secret he likes to keep hidden under thousands of scars (from a witch he calls his mother).

“Oh, fuck you…”

“Yeah, fuck you too, Trevor. Let me have fun for once. I don’t need to hold your fucking hand wherever I go!”

Trevor’s pitch grew louder, “You say too much, [y/n]. Too fuckin’ much. Go and have you little fuck fest, I couldn’t give a crap!”

“It’s not a fuck fest!” You protested, finding the “end call” button more desirable with every passing second.

“Don’t lie – “ And you did. You hung up and threw your mobile-phone away.

The night resumed as you arrived at this bar, the place buzzing with the majority of North Yankton’s population considering it was a small state with low statistics of citizens. It was refreshing. You’d smile at all these different types of people. It was freedom, alas!

In case there were certain… “substances” you’d like to purchase in order to party hard, you saved up the stash of cash Trevor would give you (after every successful robbery). In total, you had over $250. The notes were rolled up and figured by an elastic band. It was in the condition he gave you. There were tiny specs of dried blood and dirty that covers some of the notes but it was blankly ignored, it wasn’t like they’d fully inspect nor see these criminal details through the dim, flashing lights.

“How much for the MDMA?” You shouted over the music to this apparent drug dealer who had stashes of ecstasy locked in his pockets.

“How many pills you want, lady?”

Unlike him, you were reasonable (whenever drugs were involved). You showed him one finger and he nodded.

“One pill is $45!” He announced.

You breathed out in astonishment. In a way, this would be the only opportunity for low-budget drug-dealers to really make an earning since, as mentioned before, North Yankton had lack of population, and the main stereotypes living around these areas would be Catholic-Christian families.

“Uhhh…” You stared down at your wad of cash before sighing, giving him a few notes that totalled the correct amount.

“Cheers, lady! You won’t regret it!” You were given the pill as the guy quickly shuffled away to avoid unwanted attention.

In a matter of seconds, you had returned to your friends (who were all high on something other) and showed them the pink pill. It looked intimidating but wanting. They began chanting you to pop it, handing a cup of cold beer to wash it down.

Everyone in this club were dancing and raving like it was the last supper. Your friends buggered off somewhere else and you were left, that pill slowly melting in your hand due to sweat. You wanted to try it, you really did – but the “what ifs” and “what could possibly happen.”

“I need to get my moneys worth.” You’d murmur to yourself, staring at this dissolving substance in your hand. You only live once, you only live once, you only live once… But – yet again – you couldn’t even hype yourself up.

“There goes my $45…” You watched the pill just fall out of use, sighing while also feeling relieved. The leftover particles crumbled to the floor until someone accidentally rushed into you, their alcoholic beverage spilling on your fine, short dress. You realised they must have been high as fuck since they giggled (statically) and wobbled off, believing that their cup was still… Full.

So, being left with a damp dress, you managed to find the ladies bathroom after pushing through the crowd of unconscious minds. There were a few others standing in front of the mirror, brushing their hair and such. You stood in between them both to rub away the excess of whatever drink was thrown. It was a peaceful atmosphere in the bathrooms. Both ladies had left when finished applying fresh make-up, etc, leaving you alone to recollect thoughts and social energy.

“Just enjoy your night… No worries, no stress, no – “ Your mobile phone, which was stuffed in your purse, began ringing.

You rummaged through your bag and found it, flipping the phone before an unrecognisable number was calling. You raised an eyebrow and answered, pressing the device to your ear.

“Hello?”

The line was still connected so you leaned against the sink and waited. It was static until it went silent.

“Hello?” You repeated.

Then that familiar gruffy voice connected to the other end. He cleared his throat, the background noise of musky, icy wind

“Oh, so you ain’t dropped dead in a dumpster?” Trevor smugly teased as you answered your phone-call.

Not this guy again, you thought yourself.

“Wow, hi, Trevor.”

“Ouch… Don’t be so short on me, [y/n]. Not havin’ a nice time? Want Uncle T to pick you up?”

“Can you go a few hours without calling, please?” You pled, finding his attachment issues overwhelming.

“Listen, me and the guys have finished our fuckin’ boys weekend or whatever. I got a taxi comin’ soon. We’re staying at the motel we used to go to.” He had completely ignored your request.

“Cool, yeah. Nice – “

“Are you partied out or what? I wanna see you again, before any other dick catches you first… Unless you already found a guy? You better not.”

“No, I have not hooked up with anyone.” You mumbled.

“Why you mumbling? You sad about that, sugar? Are you sad no guy ain’t swept you off your feet? ‘Cause that’s my fuckin’ job. Be outside in 25 or I’m comin’ in.”

“Trevor – “ But the line was cut. You had no other choice now.

“That fucking asshole!” Once again, you had threw your phone out of spite. It fell onto the floor, not bothering to pick it up. That peace you once had the moment you stepped into the bathroom, it was now gone. Thank you, Trevor Philips. You at least hoped you could attempt to enjoy the night until four in the morning but of course, a certain someone had to pull you away before it could reach midnight.

It was pathetic.

You just wanted to block him but he was using another public telephone box. He also didn’t use a main phone, so there was no reliable number (in case you were to call him), but you preferred not to. If you ever did meet up, it was under his circumstance, not yours… “For my safety.” He’d say when you’d question this, then ramble on about the police tracking him, all that disorderly business (Which you try and avoid).

Nevertheless, time went on. Minutes after minutes after minutes. He may have underestimated the weather as it was snowing, heavily. You had to sit beside the front entrance and wait like a total moron. You watched these couples walk in and out, some laughing, some kissing, the majority were high (as well). They didn’t notice you sitting alone on the side, your purse tucked into your chest. The music from the main room was booming so the whole place was vibrating as a result. Your chair, that wasn’t even comfortable in the first place, was shuttling uncontrollably.

Eventual heavy footsteps occurred and when you glanced up, there he was. Your mullet man, the human version of a migraine. He had his green winters coat loosely wrapped around, a thick sweater underneath as well as the same pairs of faded, ripped jeans and some combat boots. Trevor saw you and smiled. He had snow particles in his moustache and strands of hair (that was tucked under the beanie he wore).

“There she is!” He proposed and gave you a tight embrace.

You struggled to hug back but when his arms wrapped around your waist, everything suddenly felt alright. You sighed and fell into his arms, hugging back.

“You took your time.” You spoke against his neck.

“Taxi driver refused to drive any fuckin’ faster,” Trevor pulled away until his smile turned into a scowl. He squinted his eyes at your short dress, “Woah, sugar. Why did you choose that dress? It’s cold outside. You’re gonna freeze your tits off.”

“I’ll warm up in the car.”

“You always say that but still complains about your toes going numb.”

“Shush!” You groaned.

“Yeah, yeah…” He held you closer before observing the front room, “So, this is the place? Looks real shady, I like it.”

“Of course you would.”

“Any druggies around?” He hoped.

You paused, not wanting to admit buying ecstasy that you didn’t even digest. Besides, you didn’t want to agree because you know he’ll drag you back into the main rooms to get some himself… And then, as it usually occurs, you’d have to escort him out like a bouncer. He had low tolerance for drugs and would pass out from an overdose, you had a feeling.

“No,” Trevor scowled at your response, “No druggies. Now can we go?”

“Oh, so you’re the one wanting to go now?” He grinned.

“You are already here?”

“Save your spunk for tonight, girlfriend. Fine, our carriage awaits outside!”

“The taxi car…” You mumbled and followed him.

When you were both seated at the back, Trevor gave the driver your address and the journey started. You both sat in silence. He’d occasionally let his hand gently caress your thigh. His eyes perked at your dress that was showing off quite a lot of your skin. You knew but decided to ignore it. Watching the scenery fly by from the window, Trevor frowned as your attention to him lacked. He tugged your skirting and mumbled your name.

“What?” You’d whine, quiet enough for the driver not to hear.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

“I’m not ignoring you. I’m just enjoying the peace.”

“I don’t like the peace.”

“Oh, that’s a ‘you’ problem.”

Trevor scoffed, “What’s up with you? Little miss shit yourself?”

“Don’t start.” You warned.

“Jesus Christ, [y/n]. I really don’t know what the whole fuckin’ deal is. You got mad at nothin’.”

“Says the angry criminal who has severe mother issues and drug addictions!” Now this was loud enough for the driver to hear. The poor man made eye-contact with you through the rear mirror. You’ve never seen someone so concerned.

“You take that back!” Trevor demanded, pointing a finger at your face.

“Oh, shut up!”

“Is everything okay – “

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DRIVE!” The taxi man was rudely yelled at by Trevor as the car almost swerved due to his outburst. You yelped and grabbed the door-handle for some support, the car going silent.

You took a deep breath before closing your eyes – trying your upmost best to keep… Calm.

“I’m just up here on the right…” You whispered, breaking the silence.

The car pulled up and you both got out. Without him knowing, you paid the driver double the amount as an apology. He gracefully accepted it, keeping a close eye on Trevor (clearly out of fear). The taxi finally drove off, leaving you both alone together outside your house.

“It’s so fuckin’ cold.” He grumbled and took the key from your hand, welcoming himself into your home.

You followed close behind. Trevor threw off his jacket and turned on the lights. You held every strength to not hit him right now. Whenever you look at him, rage just fuels your mind. The way he ruffled his mullet and brushed the tip of his fingers across his moustache. He walked up beside you, gently rubbing your shoulders and whispering in your ear.

“Don’t be angry at me, baby. I’m only looking out for you.” His breath making your spine spaz and shiver.

“You’re not good for me…” You whispered and fell into his arms.

“I know. But what’s bad without some good, ay?” He kissed your cheek warmly and smiled, “You’re beautiful.”

Knowing this was just some sweet talk to defuse the tension, abusing his charms to make him… Not so the “bad guy.” you relished and sighed. You wanted to stay angry, you wanted to quit seeing him. It was so hard to, though. His lean hands adventured lower as they reintroduced themselves with your thighs. Trevor kissed the back of your neck. He knew your weaknesses and that bloody bastard will trigger it.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

“You probably forgot about me the moment you go to them strip-joints or whatever…”

He giggled and held your back against his chest, “If it makes you feel better, I pretend they are you.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I am not a liar. I’m strictly honest, my sweet. At the end of the day, I just pretend every fine stripper is you because I miss you.”

“Trevor…” You grumbled.

“I know…” He had kissed your cheek again, “But it’s true.”

“You are really bad for me.”

“Say that again.”

“You are reall – “ And he grabbed your jaw, his lips colliding with yours. You had gasped at the sudden kiss. He completely swallowed your words and kissed you passionately, your surroundings becoming dizzy and surreal.

Trevor pulled away and smirked when you grew disappointed. He nibbled your earlobe and whispered once again.

“Bend over.”

You chewed on your lower lip and nodded. Leaning over your sofa, he had pulled your skirt up and slapped your ass.

“I love you, baby.” He’d seduce while fondling every ounce of your curvy legs and hips.

“Jesus…” You covered your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut. Hearing the zipper of his flies, you couldn’t help but desperately grind your ass against his now naked crotch.

Trevor cackled and forced you to remain in the same position. He used his pinkie to pull your undies aside, gently caressing your intimacy with a hardened thumb. You heaved out a shaky breath when he’d rub your clit, enjoying the way your legs struggled to hold your body weight.

“Easy goes…” He praised.

“Trevor, c’mon…”

“I’m cum on you in a second, babe.”

You rolled your eyes before –

“FUCK!”

He had pushed his cock inside your pussy, holding your waist so you remained lined up. His hands helped steady the pace as you both moaned through the heated affections.

“Fuck, I’ve been… Fuckin’ waiting for this all fuckin’ week…” Trevor heaved lowly and thrusted back into your sex.

“Oh, shit!”

“My sexy girl, ohhh… I’m a lucky man.”

You’d accidentally push the sofas forward as he was fucking you rough. Small squeals would leave your wet lips and the thought of him being a 24/7 asshole had escaped your pleasured mind. You rocked back into his dick and whimpered when his crotch slapped your ass in the process.

“God, Trevor!”

“Urgh, fuck – “ Trevor whimpered, “I fuckin’ love you, [y/n]. Shit!”

“I want it so bad, baby!”

“You do, huh?”

“Yes, yes! Harder!” And you didn’t even have to say “please.”

“Of course, yes… Anything,” He’d pathetically pant while speaking, “Anything for you, anythi – Ohhh… Shit!”

Now he was fucking you much harder, definitely leaving behind a red rashes from where his pubes would grind your skin. The situation was haywire. He was bad news but it didn’t stop him from making you feel so good. He continued thrusting in and out for minutes straight, your house echoed with moans and wasteful cries.

“I’m gonna cum!” You announced when a tingling grew more strong.

Trevor allowed a small gasp to pass as he was racing into your pussy. He pressed his face against the back of your neck and repeated the merciful chants of your name.

“Oh, oh! – “ The feeling grew more intense and you practically used one hand to reach behind, grabbing his wrist that stationed on your waist.

“Fuck ME!” He growled, his cock squirting and leaking his semen, breeding you with the warm liquid. You fell into a state and your knees collapsed, holding the sofa for stability as you too came.

One second turned to 5 minutes and you were still entangled in each other’s bodies. Trevor was the first to move as he’d slowly put away his penis and rub your back.

“Pretty girl.” Murmured Trevor, kissing your cheek and smiling when you finally found mobility.

“You’re an idiot, Trevor.” You smiled playfully.

“An idiot who knows how to treat you better than any other turd out there, [y/n]. Remember that!”

“How could I forgot?”

“You won’t, ‘cause you’ll never forget about me,” He smirked, “I’ll always be around.”

And you knew. The cycle always went from arguments, jealousy, possessiveness, intimacy. It was a horrid potion yet it was your favourite potion.

“Are you gonna stay the night or what?” You called out, limping up the stairs.

“No, I’ll just sleep outside, yeah?”

“Shut up and come on then!”

Trevor happily giggled and ran up, following you up the dark stairs.

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elliespassagerprincess · 1 year

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𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲: 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

This is a happy one! Like i promised in my last post.. speaking of my last post thank you for all the love and support! Anyway lets get back to the story:)

This story is based off the edit below! It popped up on my fyp and i was like "fuck yeah! lemme make this a story"

And it's also heavily inspired by the song All of the girls you've loved before by Taylor Swift! If you can please listen to the song as you're reading:) The story is not based off the full song, only the beginning <3

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Jackson!ellie x fem!reader

Remember requests are always open! Feel free to leave one, or you could just send me a song and i'll take it from there

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none:)

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Two lost girls, finally found what they've been looking for in each other

When you think of all the late nights

Lame fights over the phone

Wake up in the mornin' with someone

But feelin' alone

Ellie sighed, slightly rubbing her eyes, as she slowly sat up. She didn't know where she was, and who the hell was laying next to her?

Suddenly all the memories came flooding back to her. Dina broke up with her, Ellie went out to celebrate her new freedom, Ellie saw you for the first time, she got jealous that Dina was dancing with you. Even though Ellie had no clue who you were, she wanted you. She got drunk and she ended up in some random girls bed.

"What a night" Ellie thought to herself. She got out of the bed as quietly as possible- trying not to wake the girl next to her. Ellie let out a soft fuck as her feet touched the cold tiles. She practically ran back to her house, praying that no one saw her.

Ellie hopped in the shower, warm water hit her hair, and she led out a hum out of pleasure as the water dripped down her head. As she squeezed a big gulp of shampoo on her hair, her thoughts went back to you.

Who were you? Why hasn't she seen you before? Why were you dancing with Dina? Did you like girls? Could she have you?

Ellie quickly decided she'll find out who you were. Ellie wanted to, no, needed to have you. You were beautiful. The kind of beautiful that would make any person fall in love with you instantly. The kind of beautiful that would make make thousands of people drool over you. Even if you didn't want Ellie, Ellie just needed to know your name.

A heart is drawn around your name

In someone's handwriting, not mine

We're sneakin' out into town

Holdin' hands, just killin' time

A small smile graced Ellie's face as she wrote in her journal. Your name sat in a corner with a heart around it.

Since that day, Ellie went straight to Maria, immediately asking her a million questions about the new pretty girl. After interrogating Maria, Ellie found out you came a couple of months ago, and that you worked on a farm. To Ellie's frustration, Maria wont tell her anymore things about you. So her only option was to go up to and talk to you.

It was a silly crush. Or it started as a crush, but now it's an obsession. Ellie memorized your routine. She knew what time you came to breakfast, she knew which animals were your favorite. She got to know you, by listing in on your conversations with friends. She knew your favorite color, favorite bands. Ellie knew everything.

"You cant follow her around forever a voice" said from behind Ellie, and she almost pissed herself. Ellie turned around and met eyes with Tommy.

''You like her, don't you?"

"Like is a under statement" Ellie said

"you know, talking to her is easy" another voice said.

"Why the fuck are you talking to my girl" Ellie asked and she made eye contact with Jesse.

"She isn't yours" tommy interrupted

"yet" Ellie said quickly

"Well you better hurry up because you aren't the only one that has eyes for her" Tommy said pointing to where you were standing

Ellies brows furrowed as she took in the sight. You were there talking to some of the new guys that recently joined Jackson. Ellie felt like she could see red. If they were allowed to keep weapons on them, Ellie would've grabbed one of her knives and she would cut off their-

Her thoughts of violence were cut off by Jesse's hand coming into contact with her shoulder, giving her a slight nudge, its now or never he he whispered as the two of them watched you walk over to the farm.

Your past and mine are parallel lines

Stars all aligned and they intertwined

And taught you

The way you call me, "Baby"

Treat me like a lady

All that I can say is

Ellie cringed at the memory of her asking you out.

If started with her following you to the farm. When she eventfully spotted you, Ellie tried her best to act non-chalet, but the universe wasn't on her side, as she was about to introduce herself she fell face first into a bunch of cow shit. She heard you laugh in the distance as you ran to her, asking her is she was ok. Instead of answering your question Ellie just said "my name is Ellie" and she gave you a shy smile as her face was full of shit. You let out a laugh and the rest was history.

Now here Ellie sat in front of you on one knee, holding a ring she spent months looking for.

With tears still streaming down your face you said "who would've thought I would end up with the cow shit girl"

all Ellie let out was a "shut up", as she grabbed your face for a kiss.

All of the girls you loved before (ooh)

Made you the one I've fallen for

Every dead-end street

Led you straight to me

Now you're all I need

I'm so thankful for

All of the girls you loved before

But I love you more

All the girls Ellie loved before, doesn't compare to you. Riley, Kat, Dina, none of them. Ellie thought she would never find love again after everyone of her relationships. She's thankful to all the girls she's been with, that taught her how to do things. That showed her pain. And that taught her love. Now she had you. She's thankful for Dina, and that night in the bar. If Dina wasn't dancing with you Ellie would've never saw you. Ellie thought she would end up alone, but there you were. You were the light in her darkness. And there were no words to describe how happy she was when said yes to her proposal.

She might've loved them before you, but she loves you more.

A grin was plastered on your face as you walked down the isle. Who would've thought you would find love. Who would've thought you'd end up getting married but here you are.

The pastor let a you may now kiss the bride and Ellie leaned in, her warm lips toughing yours. As your lips were locked it felt like there were fireworks exploding inside your stomach. Both you and Ellie smiled into the kiss, and when you both finally pulled away there were huge grins on both your faces. Ellie held your hand into the air as both your family and friends screamed with excitement.

This was the beginning of your fairytale.

Ellie was thankful to all the girls you've loved before because they made you who you are today. Her wife.

The two of you might've had other lovers before each other, but you both loved each other more

Authors note: Thank you for reading, i hope this makes up for the last post! Remember to always be kind and feel free to request anything! Stay tuned for my next story, it'll be posted Tuesday, and you better be ready because its a bumpy one!

Yours truly,

Zia:)

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pjowasmy1stfandom · 27 days

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Okay, there's this one au that has been clinging to my brain for years at this point that just keeps getting bigger.

Long story short, the au is a giant crossover thing where Leo Valdez (but not canon Leo, my very specific au Leo where Gaia won, so he makes a deal with a kinda morally gray deity/creator person, goes back in time and generally tries to save his world while being unable to tell anyone about the future bc of course it can't be easy) gets thrown into literally every fandom world that I get obsessed with and just generally accumulates practically every type of trauma possible while changing everything I don't like about the different canons. I only came up with some sort of ending like, less than a year ago.

I love this au in all its trope-ness and cliches and probably incomprehensible rambling, so I'm going to start posting random stuff about it and you guys can either piece everything together, ask me for more info if you're actually interested in it, or just ignore it.

I kinda already started writing some of it down (Leo's original story, where he makes the deal/goes back in time) but my brain refuses to stay in that world, so I'm going to start posting randomness for this as well.

It needs a name so I can tag stuff... I think I'll make a poll

#my thoughts #leo valdez #i'm not gonna tag all the characters i have involved in this bc that'd be pretty much every character i've ever been obsessed with...#yeah that's a lot #look i just want to start posting memes about this #i won't stop reblogging random stuff from my dash/mutuals #i just want to get this out of my brain bc it's been around for like five years and it won't leave #now has a name!!#leo's tired au

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yellowocaballero · 1 year

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i need seasons 2-4 of kyle rayners reworked adventures i am OBSESSED :o

OH BABY BABY ME TOO ME TOO OKAY. Believe it or not I'm trying to keep all of this as short as possible so the random little HCs are being left out, I might add some extra later.

So again this is a single season haha. Because a) it did not actually end up that short, I got a bit #poetic there, and b) Season 3&4 are a bit vaguer in my head and aren't as entertaining to tell! If/when I wrangle them into something much more interesting I'll share them. I know that there's probably a 1-2 year timeskip to Season 3 and a much, much longer timeskip to Season 4 AKA Green Lantern: Shippuden, which would have a different protagonist. Milagro Reyes, Blue Beetle's sister. Alright, that one I DEFINITELY have to elaborate on later...

TL;DR

Avatar: The Last Airbender Season 1 combo with Star Trek The Original Series but also the moral of the story is ACAB.

The moral of like this entire children's cartoon is ACAB, by the way, in case I was remotely subtle about that.

GREEN LANTERN SEASON 2: SOMEHOW THIS WAS RENEWED BY CARTOON NETWORK

(By the way, I'm super embarrassed to say this, but I love thinking of stories hyper-specifically styled after kid's cartoons. In case you were wondering: New Wave airs on Kid's WB between Pokemon and Jackie Chan Adventures on Saturday mornings. Green Lantern airs on Cartoon Network, it's ridiculously over promoted because the network doesn't realize how ACAB it is. That one Legion of Superheroes Zoboomafoo show is on PBS. You get the idea. Stories ought to have clarity of purpose.)

Think the first season of Avatar: The Last Airbender, when Aang is searching for any remaining airbenders or a firebending teacher. Same energy.

The episodes are formulaic. Kyle's on a space road trip, searching for signs and survivors of a lost culture. Each episode Kyle lands on a new planet, digs up some rumor or trail to surviving Green Lantern rings, journals, records - anything that could prove what happened to Hal Jordan. Sometimes he finds a trail to an abandoned Green Lantern outpost. Other times he's fortunate enough to actually meet an ex-Green Lantern, usually while fishing them out of some trouble. Other times he's just landing for a pit stop and finds himself wrapped up in alien trouble. Kyle's lost as hell, in over his head, and has no idea where to even begin on this ridiculously ambitious journey. Kyle's always thrown himself into new situations and new places and trusted everything would work out, but space is a little bigger than America. He just has to trust that the answer's out there. He can't go home without it. He can't look Guy, John, and the Justice League in the eyes and lie to them. Even for BTS.

He has one guide in this journey: Kilowog's ring! It serves as his personal trainer on how to use the ring, advisor, teacher, and educator on alien species. It's gruff, pretty silly, but Kyle is depressed to learn that his ring is his closest friend now. It is the sole teacher Kyle has into the actual Green Lantern Corp - it always advises him on their creed, their views, and how a real Lantern would solve a problem. It is remarkably unhelpful on finding a damn Lantern.

Instead, all Kyle finds are problems. Every planet has a problem he needs solving, a person he needs to help, or a disaster to avert. Sure, none of it's Kyle's business - but hey, he's a superhero. Not a cop. You can barely even call him a Green Lantern. Everywhere he goes, citizens of the galaxy tell him about the GLs they met and used to know - how they hurt, how they helped, how they should have done better - and who they wished the GLs would have been. They wished that the GLs actually helped instead of enforced.

They don't have an actual GL. But they do have Kyle. So Kyle says - show me where to help.

He helps wherever he can. He sees everything and learns everything. He meets heroes, villains, and ordinary people just trying to get by. He meets heroes from all walks of life, sees every kind of civilization and culture and found the good and bad in each one. He talks to everybody, from the kings to the peasants, and learns from them all. He learns about the thousand systems of government in the galaxy, and learns about where they succeed and where they fail.

He makes friends. Brave people who fish his fat from the fire. Regretful ex-Lanterns who threw themselves back into being a warrior even without their rings - and embittered ex-Lanterns who resented the loss of their power and authority. He meets a princess who spent her entire life figuring out how to govern well, and the leader of a rebel cell who specializes in freedom. He meets people who are very good at explosives and people who have sworn never to throw a punch. They all have something to teach him.

Not even the ex-Lanterns know what happened on Oa. Kilowog's ring can't show the black box to anybody but its wielder. So Kyle keeps travelling. The ring picked up an unusual energy signal in the next system over - maybe there's an outpost there!

(The unusual energy signal was space vampires. That's how Kyle saved a space Transylvanian town from intergalactic vampire pirates.)

Kyle saves people, but he has to make decisions too. He solves problems. Kilowog's Ring tells him how the GLC would have solved the problem, and he usually takes it into consideration, but usually the episode is about Kyle learning how to solve the problems his own way. He learns how to judge the values of the GLC critically and think for himself, and how to admire not the institution but the good people inside of it like Kilowog. How to fight to promote equity and justice, instead of just fighting to maintain pre-existing systems of power.

Six months later, Kyle has finally defeated whatever (Zuko/Zhao/whatever) villain has been chasing him around (they join his space found family) and makes it to the (North Pole) Green Lantern Outpost At The Edge Of The Universe. This was it. He's spent a month following this trail, and he's risked everything. He's turned over every intergalactic stone, taken every risk. If there's anything, it has to be here.

But all he sees is an empty tower surveying an empty kingdom. And Kyle looks around and he sees nothing. Not the last guru he was promised, or a mythical member of the Guardian species. There's no heroes or warriors. Nobody helpful. Nobody to fix anything. Nothing that will help the people he's met who need help, nobody who will use the GL powers for good. Nobody can restart the Corp as it deserves to be restarted, nobody to turn it around and use their immense power as it was meant to be used. Nobody to avenge Kilowog and expose Hal Jordan for who he really was. The real Green Lantern isn't here.

Kilowog!Ring: "What are ya talking about, kid? The guy's right here." Kyle, dirty with sticks in his hair, has not slept in thirty six hours, going insane: "IS HE FUCKING INVISIBLE" Kilowog!Ring: "That guy is you, kid :)" Kyle:

Well, Kyle feels like a fucking idiot. F to his hopes and dreams. But at least he's not scared anymore.

Kyle goes home.

Earth is different. Or maybe it's just Kyle that's different. Everything feels so much smaller but so much bigger, and when Kyle stands in the middle of L.A. he's captured by the beauty of the universe - the beauty of humanity as part of that universe, how humans are just another mundane strand in the great web of the universe, and how special they are for it. How he's not special, how he will always be a face in a crowd, just one insignificant person in a world of seven billion - but how amazing that is, to be among a proud seven billion! How improbable, to be the only Kyle Rayner! There are trillions of unique people in this universe, people who all have lives and stories and hopes and dreams, and there's no such thing as an insignificant soul. In an city where everybody has to be special, where everybody has to make it big and stand out and yell their names - none of them realize how special they all are just for living. Special just for being their fleshy, insane, amazing selves.

Kyle flies to the Watchtower and walks into the middle of a Justice League meeting. And he looks Superman in the eyes and says, "Hal Jordan killed the Green Lanterns."

….

Aaaand then he posts a video on his YouTube channel titled "coming clean" and the thumbnail is him sitting on a couch in his house.

Surprise bitch, he's pulling a Tati. Kyle spills EVERYTHING. He tells the whole truth and nothing but the truth. What the Earth's hero did, why he killed himself, and why it happened.

Kyle explains that the Corp was not destroyed by Hal Jordan - it was destroyed by its own greed and vanity. Its black-and-white and justice-above-all ethos took a grieving man and warped him into a mass murderer. A power such as the Green Lanterns should be used to help people, not control them. It should protect people, not impose law. So uhhh end video, I'm fucking off to space agan, Kyle out!

A year ago, a funky little blue man told Kyle "Help them." He could have warned Kyle about Rayner, told him what a Lantern was, but that was what he chose to say. Kyle never really understood what he meant. Superheroes helped people, right? That's what Kyle figured at first. Six months later, after learning the truth, Kyle believes that he must have been asking Kyle to help the GLC - find the surviving GLs, save the organization, help Jordan himself. But he never really understood until now. It took life on Earth and life in space to really get it.

The Guardian understood that the Corp failed because it cared more about fighting evil than doing good. Yes, it kept people safe, but it never helped them. The Corp was light and goodness in the galaxy, but it never put helping people first. And Kyle finally realizies that this is what the last Guardian wanted for him, and what he wanted for the Corp. This was the future the Guardian wanted. And that's what he's going to do. That'll be Kyle's ethos.

He'll help people. Nothing more, nothing less.

It doesn't matter if people believe him. It doesn't matter if the League believes him. He doesn't stick around to find out. Kyle returns to Oa and finds the ruined power battery, the same battery Hal Jordan used up in his own selfishness and grief and destroyed.

And, with the implacable will of somebody who's always known what he's wanted, who has seen how to create it and what must be created, who travelled the galaxy and back and helped people at every stop of the way, who knows exactly what he wants the GLC to become, he remakes Oa.

He reaches inside the battery and pulls out a handful of rings. Kyle is instantly convinced he's fucked up the whole thing already, because they're all different colors?! Orange ring, Black ring, what the hell? Why is Kyle so bad at this?! But he releases them, and they go zooming off. Somewhere, Guy and John get their rings back. Not the rings they wanted.

Kyle finally makes some normal-ass rings and gives them to his found family/supporting cast from the season (Gaang…Kyle Krew…we'll workshop it), people who all have different perspectives and methods and ways of problem solving but who are all equally dedicated to helping people. They will be the first vanguard of the new Green Lantern Corp.

If Kyle wants it hard enough, it can happen. And all Kyle wants to do now is become a good man, who leaves the right legacy. Season 3 is him running around like a chicken with his head cut off trying to run a gigantic space organization by himself but you know what he's doing his best.

Kyle, who has been writing space emails to Alex this entire time as a framing device: "Hey, honey, so I've been worldbuilding." Alex: "Cool, for the webtoon? Or for your next DND campaign?" Kyle: "No I mean I've been building a world. Should it have volcanoes? I want a volcano." Alex: "Kyle I cannot put you in charge of dishes much less a world what the FUCK are you doing." Kyle, crying: "I have no idea honey can you come here please I suck at this."

#green lantern #kyle rayner #hal jordan #guy gardner #john stewart #so actually Kyle's intro arc in the comic was KINDA like this #where he started off as a goof not taking the whole thing seriously and then Alex got murdered and he fought Hal Jordan and he sobered up #but uhhhh this doesn't involve any dead girlfriends so it's better :)#did you know that the 'fridged woman' thing was FROM ALEX?#anyway New Wave is actually in the Jackie Chan adventures art style sorry I never shared that #my writing #there IS actually a GL animated series from like 2010 #it's like. it's fine.

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plasmasimagination · 6 months

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Hi! I hope You’re doing well and I wanted to ask who you’d match me with from HSR, preferably the guys because ahhahdjsbdks my pfp, but ignore jingy rn I want your true and honest opinion. (I don’t mind a female suggestion either)

I’m going to really try and keep this short (I feel like I will fail this as I literally over-explain everything—) but don’t feel pressured at all to reply to this or anything! (I kinda feel i alr did this but im forgetful too help-)

A quick summary:

I’m afab, like 160cm(5’2? With chest which I hate because I want the dark academia dressing style (i dont have money)), she/they, libra, INFP, I’m sorry, I haven’t really had the hyperfixation on sun moon and rising and well astrology stuff tbh 😭

My personality (a mess im so sorry):

Well, I don’t think I could tell you. What I know of myself is that I try to be honest, I am loyal to my friends and probably obsessive when someone shows me interest and i dont know- (there’s some mental disorders going around, along a suspicion of autism) Personally I see myself as a shy annoying brat, while in reality I don’t ever initiate conversation and never know what to say unless it’s about a hyperfixation or something—AGAIN I OVEREXPLAIN EVERYTHING. My mouth doesn’t work as well as I’d like to, I cry too much (imo) I’m sensitive to well a lot, I get overstimulated quickly depending on the situation and um well I’m a picky eater I guess.

RAHHH I LOVE FOOD. And I’m chubby. I’m VERY self conscious and messy (which I’m sure you’ve noticed if you got this far)

Fun fact! If i were to live alone (still living with parents because house market is hell) I’d probably forget to eat a lot/overeat even more than I already do. Why? Because I don’t feel it. I don’t feel a limit to my ‘hunger’ and I don’t even really think I feel hungry at times.

Also, I hate to be perceived by people. It makes me feel like… too much alive. I don’t really feel a connection between my mind and my body, like someone sees my body and I’m just: THAT AINT ME YALL PLEASE IT AINT MEEEEE 😭😭😭😭 but id never say that bc again, my mouth doesn’t work.

I think I’m pretty useless at a lot too, but I don’t mean for this to be a traumadump thingy, which I also don’t realise when I should stop or not like RIGHT NOW I SHOULD PROBABLY STOP (the doubt is real, I’m so sorry—)

LAST THING!

I’m a Jing Yuan simp, obviously, name and all, but I also firmly believe we wouldn’t be good together? Like he’d be great for me. But what would I bring to him? Besides messy thoughts and nothing?… Which is literally nothing. I want to be someone he could properly rely on and not just a hopeless random girlypop who stops processing information after something becomes a bit too much mentally.

I have my serious moments, which will for most part go unnoticed online, but it’s not like I’m inherently useful or whatever. I feel like I’m really lacking in lots of aspects, and yes I’m aware I’m not ‘old’ yet, but my thoughts eat me alive and I won’t be surprised if I well blablah me me me I hate talking about me. Nothing bad even happened I’m just weird at this point, apologies! (Im a mess, my mind is still that 12 year old kid who just wanted a good hug from her mom and a good chat with her mom without all the school and later college problems aghh I wanna be 5 again.)

ANYWAYS if you made it this far, kudos to your determination anddd i hope you stay hydrated! And eat well. Health before anything.

I FAILED TO KEEP IT SHORT. Sorry I- AAAA that’s how my brain is.

Good god jingsnuggler you're Litteraly the best request I've had in my inbox- (IM SORRY MY OTHER CUTIEPIES DONT GET JEALOUS)

And I also was scrolling from like bottom to top to write some request and saw your pfp and was like "wait didn't I just recently get another one of them?" And I was right >:} You really did stay in my memory HSHSHS anyways anyways not tryna chit chat too long since we know why you're here, and I'll use both of your submits to give you the perfect match...

Drumrolls please....

🥁🥁🥁

JING YUAN!

WAIT ! LISTEN IM NOT BIASED.

I genuinely with all of my heart think that you guys would be perfect like no joke

He would balance you out, just fine.

He's a gentle soul, and would find you very amusing and enjoy being around you

Your talkative and bubbly nature would soothe his soul and calm him even.

Sensitive personality? Don't worry Jing yuan will pat your head and tell you it's fine

Forget to eat? Jing yuan will take note of it. And make sure you never forget. Ever

Okay enough of fluff you said you don't think you have anything to offer for him while I strongly disagree

I think Jing yuan needs someone who can keep him entertained, someone that can talk to him, he's a lonely man believe it or not, he doesn't really interact much with plp other than Yanqing, and between you and me Yanqing is boring af

So he'll greatly appreciate having a small birdie on his shoulder that will tell him all that they think , after hours of doing general work all he would need is to have someone talk to him about some casual stuff and random thoughts, yk?

I also think he would turn to you in case of a crisis, sometimes just come home to you and lay down to cuddle with you, it comforts him somewhat, youre like his stress reliever, hes usually very reserved and calm with other people, but with you..it's so different

To him you're like a fresh breath of air, like just a slap to the face to wake him up, you keep him from going freaking insane

I don't think Jing yuan is usually fit for people with a personality of like blade or Dan Heng (just an example of personality I am no shipper nor anti shipper don't shoot me)

Like ...yeah I guess they can be friends but like...Jing yuan wouldn't click with them? I don't know how to explain it but jing yuan needs someone lively and like all over the place, so he can take time to slowly organize you and your thoughts in his mind.

Phew that's all from me, sending lots of hugs and loves I hope to see you around on my blog since you're a small blessing on my acc (≧◡≦) ♡

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai x reader #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x y/n #honkai jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan

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spyroforlife · 8 months

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I finally retrieved the ancient texts from my storage unit

aka the "books" I made from the ages of like 9-12(??) by writing and drawing on printer paper (or just notebook paper!!) and then stapling them together, I'd do a lil cover and everything, I'd write a summary on the back like Real Books Have, and I was so proud of them

and I have kept them all. and now. I decided to look at them once more. the relics from as early as 2005..

so. You guys wanna see an unfinished dragon comic written by a 10-year-old?? haha yeah you do c'mere

Super Dragons #1. Rhynoc Trouble With Powder

Written and illustrated by (full name redacted for privacy reasons)

This is labeled #1 but I never did more lmaoo let's dive into this mess

(rest will be under the cut, along with transcriptions of the writing because it didn't scan very well but also I just had terrible handwriting and the crayons smudged like hell. I WILL preserve any spelling or grammar mistakes in my transcription so you can really get an idea of my skill level back then)

So first off can I just say. I am. OBSESSED with how I would consistently draw dragon wings backwards, ignoring my older brother who constantly pointed it out to me and I was like "no they're not", until I eventually paid more attention and tried following some tutorials on how to draw Spyro-style dragons and I was just like ohh. Okay. Yeah. I'll fix that.

Also I like that while Deserae is a "sun dragon" she has no features that would make you think that, she's just a magenta and pink dragon. Though in retrospect I'd suppose that'd make for a fun subversion of expectations. My thinking was clearly next level. So, the text:

Once upon a time, there was a brave dragon. Her name was Deserae. She controls the Sun. When awake, the Sun is bright. When asleep, the Moon comes out. But one day, Deserae overheard a group of Rhinocs talking about keeping her asleep, so that the Sun will never come out. Deserae was devastated! She saw Permanate Sleeping Powder. That's what they were going to use!

Deserae: (thinking) That one Rhinoc has a fat head

Unnamed Rhynoc: We'll put her to sleep with Powder!

Now here's a fun thing of note, young me insisted on trying to fit characters fully into the panel instead of just letting parts go past the borders, so. Keep an eye on parts like tails going forward because it's ridiculous what I did with them sometimes. I also would have characters like, think about random stuff I personally thought was funny while drawing, or they'd explain things unnecessarily. idk why, it's just what I did

Spyro jumpscare! Deserae makes a badly done flier trying to find a bodyguard (if she has such an important role why does she not already have one? who knows) and surprise, Spyro answers the call. Because he's a heroic guy and that's what he does <3 And bigger surprise, he and Deserae immediately fall in love. He was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it anymore obvious?

Deserae started to make posters to get protection. She isn't a good drawer, but it worked!

The poster reads "WANTED BODY GUARD. FOR INFO CALL 111-2531"

In just 1 hour Spyro called. He did it for free! (An arrow points at Spyro, labeling him as Spyro) Deserae accepted him. Spyro got to Deserae as fast as possible. Spyro and Deserae fell in love with each other as soon as they met.

Spyro: (thinking) She's the girl for me.

Deserae: You're handsome.

Spyro said, "So... What is it you need to be protected from?" Deserae told him all about the Rhynocs and the Permanate Sleeping Powder. They went off to find the Rhynocs.

Spyro: (thinking) Great! Tracks!

Spyro and Deserae headed to the lake. There wasn't anything there. The volcano did not have anything either. Finally they came to a forest.

Spyro: They might be in the forest!

They found a bag of the Sleeping Powder. Spyro destroyed it, but little did they know, it was a fake!

Meanwhile...

Unnamed Rhynoc 1: Where did I put that Sleeping Powder?

Unnamed Rhynoc 2: How should I know!? (while thinking 'It's in the safe.')

Back to the dragons...

Spyro: At least we got rid of the Sleeping Powder.

So he thought. The real Powder was in the metal safe.

Spyro had to use the bathroom, so he ran off and left Deserae.

Deserae: Hurry up!

Unfortunately, the Rhynocs heard that Spyro had stopped protecting her. They headed her way.

Unnamed Rhynoc: Sun dragon! You're mine!

The Rhynocs found Deserae and shot a net on her. Then they carried her away.

Deserae: No!

Deserae got bored in the room they put her in. So she decided to work on her fire power. Suddenly, Deserae changed color to confuse the Rhinoc!

Unnamed Rhynoc: WHAT IS THAT NOISE!?

Note: I love how I keep switching between spelling it as Rhinoc and Rhynoc. For the record, they're a classic Spyro enemy and Rhynoc is the correct spelling, I believe. Meanwhile, Deserae's color swap was done entirely because I was using a different set of crayons from the usual ones and had to use different pinks for her, so I just decided to make the color switch a part of the story. Lmaoo

The Rhinoc opened the door and Deserae flamed him accidently. Another Rhinoc came running and saw her. But he was so stupid he let her out because he thought she was another dragon.

Desarae: I must find Spyro! (while thinking 'Idiot')

Rhynoc: Beat it!

Deserae got back to the forest's entrance. Spyro was laying down, sleeping. Deserae shot a flame at him to wake him up.

This is what happened...

Spyro: What the... Deserae! Is that you?

Deserae: Duh. Oh wait, I'm still a different color.

I adore how my sequence of events here is Spyro going off to use the bathroom, Deserae gets taken in the meantime, and apparently when he gets back and can't find her, he just... lays down to take a nap?? Okay man. Sure

Spyro went to find some sleep. Deserae turned back to shades of red-violet.

Deserae: My horn bent! (While thinking 'I'll have to fix it...')

Deserae headed to the lake for a drink and some fish. It's very dark water.

Suddenly, and trust me when I say I don't know how it happened, Snape from Harry Potter walked up.

Deserae: Snape! I like your daring! I do stupid things too!

Deserae: (thinking) Is that a dress or robe? His skin is pale.

Snape: Do I know you? (While thinking 'Dragons are big...')

Snape ran away for unknown reasons. Deserae found Spyro.

Spyro: Stop doing that!

Deserae: It does work. (While thinking 'I'm good at talking while flaming')

aand that's it. I never got further than that. The goddamn Snape cameo hit me like a truck, god. I forgot I just threw him into this for no reason. He's there for one entire panel and just runs off again. Good riddance.

So yeah, that's Super Dragons. Again, I love Spyro walking away from the person he agreed to protect to go sleep, and she again just went and found him and flamed him to wake him up. That probably would have been a running joke if I kept writing this. There's also how they fell in love at first sight, only for that to proceed to just not be relevant for the rest of it. Spyro/Deserae I guess

But yeah looking back at this was SO fun, yeah there's very little artistic talent but nonetheless, I had an idea and I followed it, and ya gotta respect that. Everyone starts somewhere, and that's where I started with learning to write and draw. With silly lil dragon stories like this, many of which didn't get finished or shared, but any practice was still valuable. For anyone who decided to read through this whole post, I hope you've enjoyed taking a look at my oldest creative works. I might scan and share more of my old "books", I'll use the tag 'my old writing' for any of it, lemme know if you're interested in seeing more! :D

#artwork #my art #my writing #my old writing #dragon #dragons #spyro #comic #this is so silly but so fun to look back on #long post

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Pls tell me everything abt velvoid and diablo im obsessed with this ship

you're the best Nick 😭😭😭

First I have to Tensura lore dump at you so let's go

The world was created by Veldanava, the first of the True Dragons. He created for himself 3 canon siblings (Velgrynd, Velzard, and Veldora) and also Velvoid (who is the second youngest, with Veldora as the youngest). True Dragons are THE single strongest beings in Tensura. They have various elemental prowess and unique skills and are just insanely strong. They possess a dragon form and a humanoid form. So that's where Velvoid stands - exists from what is essentially the beginning of time and has been powerful the entire time.

At the same time, Veldanava created seven angels, which per cause and effect caused the creation of the Seven Primordial Demons, each of which was associated with a color. Diablo, or at that time Noir/Black, was the only one strong enough to fight and tie with Rouge (later Guy Crimson) who was ostensibly the leader. The primordial demons are...also insanely strong but not comparable to True Dragons by any means for several reasons which we don't need to get into. But Noir liked to fight, and once he tied with Rouge he was like damn. If I get stronger, all fighting will be really boring cause I'll just win. Lame shit. So Rouge got stronger and Noir just like fucked off for a really really long time. Demons can be summoned into the physical world with an offering so occasionally he goes to the physical world, but without a proper body they can't maintain that for very long.

Anyway my point is, they are both so fucking old and so fucking strong. And Diablo/Noir fucking LOVES to fight.

Oh, it's also important to note that Naming is a very important thing in Tensura that makes monsters stronger. So, Noir isn't really a name in that sense but more of...a moniker? It doesn't count.

So basically, at some point, Noir is like. I wanna fight a True Dragon. And he goads Velvoid into a fight. Velvoid takes it easy on him but still thoroughly kicks his ass. This happens often. He normally hates losing, but with Velvoid...he knew he didn't have a chance to begin with and it's so much fun.

I should note. Velvoid is practically a recluse. With power over Space and Void, they can create extra spatial dimensions at will, and their preference is Fuck Da World and hide it in a dimension with their hoard of random items from various collapsed civilizations, typically valuable or rare things a normal person would die to get their hands on. Watching the world and swooping in to scoop up anything of major interest is basically their modus operandi.

That being said, they are annoyed by Noir at first and think he's stupid and insane. Over time that opinion shifts, and instead of telling him to go lick his wounds elsewhere, they invite him into an extra spatial dimension to recoup. They offer him some of their own energy to recover under the ruse of, "it'll get you out of my hair faster" though it's clear there's significance behind it. Noir is beaming and delighted and he's a happy puppy demon fdkjsahfasjk

This just continues to happen after their fights, and Noir even starts to ask about the objects in their hoard, and they agree to tell him a story about one object per fight. He's very happy to get them talking more, and they're very happy to have someone to talk to who listens so intently and asks so many questions. He even occasionally has a relevant story of a time he was summoned to share (he is QUITE the story teller, he can go off forever).

Eventually one day he shows up to fight and somehow they end up kissing about it and ripping each others' clothes off and well stuff happens. It's new to both of them - they are spiritual life forms, they don't really reproduce like that (it seems they can if they want to though but that's a different tangent), and neither has had any such feelings before. They're also both demisexual or grey ace so it's like WOAH wtf is THIS but anyway it happens and it's a great time. And they just start referring to each other as partners but things continue mostly as they were except sometimes the fighting is fighting and sometimes the fighting is fucking- dfjsahfd and sometimes it's neither, it's cuddling and chatting about the things they've observed or experienced in the time they've been apart.

To them, "time they've been apart" is often centuries, by the way. LONG LIVED.

Also fun fact, Diablo fully brings them corpses or cool relics or whatever like a cat bringing it's owner a dead mouse and dead birds. And they fully praise him for it- dkjashfjkdas

Now this brings us to the more current timeline. Rimuru summons Noir (or well he tried to summon much weaker demons and Noir said no :) summon ME!!!! and showed up anyway fdjkahfs), Names him Diablo (thus granting him a new level of strength which is considered insane by basically everyone else), and Diablo becomes his second secretary fdkjafhsdj

Velvoid is only aware that Diablo has properly incarnated into a physical body but not because of who or why or how. They give him a chance to come greet them. He does not. And this brings us to a fic I need to post soon that I managed to write yesterday despite my hands. Point is, they show up, try to kick the shit out of him, find out he got Named, and want to kick the shit out of him even more.

So as far as dynamic in current times, the two of them are insufferable. Diablo LOVES to rile up Velvoid (this has always been true) as it means Velvoid will either attack him or put him in his place another way and he loves that. He also thinks their tsundereness is still precious and adorable even after all this time. He will also take literally every opportunity to gush about them and like this demon just goes. He does not shut up. He will keep going until someone forces him to shut up. Usually that person is an embarrassed Velvoid.

Velvoid does learn that Diablo doesn't like being called cute in front of other people, he gets all flustered and weird about it ("N-not in front of Lord Rimuru, please, Velvoid-") and they might use that to torment him a little bit. It's rare to be able to actually fluster him so they gotta, you know?

Behind closed doors (or perhaps inside of extra spatial dimensions) they're both quite cuddly and sweet. Diablo is a slut for praise and Velvoid will actually give it to him, and pet his hair while they do so and that sort of thing and he's just BEAMING he is the happiest puppy murder demon you've ever seen.

Also moments like Velvoid actually truly remarking that he's grown stronger, and truly expressing joy at him finding something that excites him and following that fully, and listening to him go off constantly (Rimuru is always shutting him up fdkjas). And Diablo more quietly and privately praising Velvoid and coaxing them into sharing their own stories and bringing them gifts from Tempest or wherever. Just. They show affection by bickering loudly and violently in public (Diabo is fully a masochist and a sadist) but also are sweet and cute in private (and sometimes a little in public).

I feel like there was more but all thoughts have fled my brain as I got soft for him.

#wip #violent delights have beautiful ends #weirdly saving this post as draft had the effect of moving the read more around lmfao #I moved it back where it belonged but wat #fic #it's not fic but it's long lol

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khodorkovskaya · 1 year

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storytime: i caused a divorce

the story starts in 2019... i used to give language lessons when i was in highschool to make some pocket money and found students through facebook groups or specialised websites. when i started uni however i stopped because not only did i not have the time, but i also kinda grew out of it. i had about a dozen students and ive been teaching for 4 years, it was time to move on. so i told my students that i'll no longer be available and stopped looking for new ones. until i got a very peculiar message... little did i know, it was the start of a new friendship.

let's call him lucien for the sake of the story. now how do i even describe him to you guys?

the first time i met him was at his office for a language lesson. and he was devastated because his wife (let's call her sarah) had just left him after 10 years of marriage. she left him for another woman... (and later had a gf who had hpv??? but idk if that's the woman she left him for?) anyway, he was very sad and heartbroken.

lucien is very neurodivergent (huuuge adhd and idk if it's a joke or not but he said he's been diagnosed with schizophrenia?? but again he says random shit all the time so idk). he's somewhere on the ace spectrum and never had sex with sarah. bc (1) he's not interested in sex and (2) she's like 20 years younger than him and he felt uneasy about it. and he's also weirdly rich. i say weirdly because he's not a standard kind of rich person. he has periods where he is literally broke and has to beg sarah for money to buy instant noodles. and he has periods where he makes 6 figures in a week. and when he does have money, he doesn't keep it for very long bc he spends it all on expensive hobbies.

now let me explain his expensive hobbies to you. because he doesn't drink and doesn't do drugs (he used to do lots of drugs back in the 90s, has tried everything and a lot of his friends died from overdose yikes). but he is very passionate about his life. he spends tens of thousands on professional diving school and diving equipment, jumps out of planes for fun (with a custom parachute transported to him from lichtenstein ofc), he has all kinds of gadgets that cost more that tuition at elite american colleges, he used to spend 2k a month just to learn how to ice skate, the list goes on... it's insane. id love to tell you guys more about the guy but i can't reveal too much. but if we're chill and you follow me on insta hmu and i'll show you his profile.

so anyway, over the years we've been thru a lot together. we went to russia together, he paid for shooting lessons for me, he gave me an ak-74 once as a present and uhh yeah that was uh an experience.... when my cousin came over last summer we went for a plane ride together. and this year we've been obsessed with ice skating.

every sunday lucien, sarah, my bestie and i would go to the rink. it was my favourite part of the week! the four of us would have a blast! my bestie and lucien would skate in a pair and sarah would show me different techniques and stuff bc im a beginner skater. it was great! sarah struggles with mental health issues and she's been on and off medication, so she's been depressed and tired all this time and now she was finally looking happier and she'd come ice skating with us every time and we'd chat after skating and get coffee together, me and my bestie loved it!

then when the season came to an end lucien offered to buy me and my bestie ice skates! we couldn't be more excited! he often buys his friends presents and judging by the obscene amounts of money he spends on his hobbies and gadgets, it didn't stand out of the ordinary. the four of us went to a professional shop in lausanne and got ice skates and then we went to a museum and had so much fun, it was great! i was so happy that sarah came too bc lucien was telling me how it was a struggle for her to be on her feet all day bc she usually takes lots of naps bc of medication withdrawal. but she seemed fine and we had lots of fun together!

during the trip i briefly mentioned that i wanted to go to skating summer camp and said to my bestie that i was probably gonna save up some money and go bc it's a lot of fun.

and

the next day

lucien sent me 1000chf to my account with a note saying that it's for the skating camp

i was shocked ofc but decided not to say anything over messages but talk to him about it in person the following day bc we were going skating together (my bestie couldn't come cos she was working and sarah didn't come either). he said that he feels the need to support young people's willingness to do things and it's a great initiative that would be a shame for me to miss if i didn't have the money. and i was like okay that's fair and i asked him if he was coming too. and he said he wanted to make sure with me whether it was okay for him to come too bc he didn't want to be creepy. and we agreed that we'll all go together, me, lucien, sarah, and if my bestie isn't working that week we could maybe get her to come along too. he said that if it's only young people and women there, he will sleep at a hotel or at his parents' place (bc his parents have a villa in that region) to not make everyone uncomfortable. we were v excited and i was looking forward to going skating with the usual crew!

and this morning guess what! i receive a message from sarah on our family business email address (so my parents received it too), reading the following:

"id like to inform you that i find lucien's sponsoring of you unhealthy and it's turning into financial domination.

because of that, starting today i have launched a definitive divorce procedure because i don't want to be part of this triangle anymore.

kind regards,

sarah"

ooooo the drama! who could've expected that!!?? and to my parents' email too? good lord!

disclaimer, im not a fake mental health advocate at all and i support all mentally ill women, especially those who display mental illness symptoms! whether you're an alcoholic and it's not a pretty sight or whether your mental health is causing you to act out messy or whatever, i will always be on your side and i will never call you "crazy" or blame you no matter what! i will defend mentally ill women till the end!

so im on sarah's side on this 100%! idk what lucien has told her and she knows him better than i (or my bestie) do. but for me it was clear that we were ALL going to skating camp. if it was for me only i wouldn't have accepted bc yeah that's weird. and lucien, no matter his neurodivergence, has full responsibility of how he spends his money. so idk what went down behind the scenes. maybe he didn't tell her and she just saw that he sent me 1k from his bank account?? whatever it is, lucien better figure shit out bc sarah has been dealing with too much already. she's sacrificed so much for him! and she can do so much better, no offence to lucien ofc, but she's drop dead gorgeous and an amazing person! im rooting for her!

and do i think she will go thru with the divorce? probably not. she's been "threatening" with divorce for a while now and i think that possibly she was having an episode or something when she sent the email. my stepmum does these kind of things. like she'll be normal and then she'll be manic and write weird emails to my mum and call her a whore and stuff. so receiving this email gave me flashbacks and tbh i can't take it seriously.

but i hope our skating group will make it out of this incident just fine. and i still really want to go to skating camp with everyone :(((

im seeing lucien tomorrow so i'll keep you guys updated!

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glamgoblin · 1 year

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Assorted GramBlack Headcanons

So @soyellowcurtainsthen (on behalf of corporate 🍳🍳) requested I fill out this post with one of my fave otps GramBlack. And like all good things it spiralled into its own collection so, enjoy? (if corporate needs me I'll be out of office until my next obsession)

What is each member’s love language?

Gram’s is definitely physical touch. If he can, he will constantly be touching Black or just holding on to the back of his shirt or something. Honorable mention to random declarations of love. Gram will take one look at Black and go that’s my whole world, and not hesitate to say so.

Black’s is probably acts of service. He does a lot of things for Gram he wouldn’t for anyone else. like be vulnerable with him or stop him from getting suspended during one of their missions where he literally left Sean . Most importantly, he lets Gram get away with so much more than anyone else. Stupid jokes? Funny if they’re Gram’s. Public displays of affection? Tolerable if it’s Gram. Letting someone else beat him in a sparing match? Occasionally, so Gram knows he cares.

What would they describe as their perfect date?

(What we should’ve gotten in the show I swear) Probably something like the day White and Gram spent at the protest or casually fixing bikes or studying together. They just like being together. Mayybeee early morning bike rides if they’re still up.

Who made the first move?

Honestly, Yok. He made one too many jokes about them needing to get together. Gumpa secretly hyped them both up. But ultimately it was Yok who when veryyy drunk admitted that they both liked each other and if Gram and Black didn’t at least try to kiss, Yok and White would reveal the texts they sent about each other. Good team effort guys.

Who is more sentimental?

Gram. Do I even have to explain this one? Gram. Black may keep one or two sentimental items (the dolls, the DOLLS that should have been GramBlack and if- sorry I digress, also the handkerchief). But Gram will be like this is the rock I was standing by when Black once said my eyes were kind of pretty.

Which member calls the other in to kill the spiders?

They are mutually good at spider disposal. Gram always sets them free in the outside.

Who falls asleep first?

Black, discounting the coma he doesn’t get much sleep so the minute he lays down he’s out. Gram usually takes a little longer.

Who wakes up first?

Also Black, he has things to do. But he’s definitely sneakily tried to wake up Gram by being loud etc.

Who is more more relaxed/carefree?

Gram, do I need to explain this in further detail?

What’s one way their personalities compliment one another? (Is it opposites attract or are they pretty similar?)

In some ways they’re similar, their ideals are the same and they both believe in fighting for people and would protect the people they love with their lives. In every other way? Opposites. Pure ray of wholesome sunshine golden retriever boyfriend and I won’t hesitate bitch black cat boyfriend.

Who is always cold?

Neither of them jk why do you think Black’s collection of jackets is so fabulous

Which member is always trying to bring home stray animals and which member always has to say no?

Gram is always trying to bring home a stray, and Black who knows how hard it is to care for yourself let alone another creature is always telling him no. Gram tried to bring home an iguana last time, we’re not sure what will happen next.

Who worries more?

Naturally, Gram has more anxiety over day to day things than Black but for the most part he’s pretty care free. Black, having gone through everything he did worries a lot more and is more cautious. It takes a lot for him to trust someone after his parents and Todd.

What are some non-sexual activities they do together?

Literally everything. Namely toppling a corrupt business, but also mundane things like grabbing lunch, doing homework, reading, going on walks, fixing bikes, getting tattoos.

Who would be able to talk their way out of a speeding ticket?

Black. He’s had years of growing up with a judge for a parent he knows what words to say. Also he’s good at making things up. Maybe not as good as White when it comes to cover stories, but he’s pretty good. Gram is busy crying when something goes wrong.

Who is the better cook?

Black, since he moved out and cut ties with his family he had to learn to cook for himself. EXCEPT desserts which are Gram’s specialty.

What are some things they don’t agree on?

The validity of Sean’s existence (co-shared disagreement with White). Which flavor of soda is the best.

Which member is more physically affectionate?

Gram, Gram, Gram, Gram. Black may have asked for a hug in that one scene we don’t talk about, but when it comes to day to day physical affection its Gram. If Gram can bear hug Black at any point of the day he WILL.

Which member is more verbally affectionate?

They’re pretty even about verbally expressing emotion and talking about how they feel, not in front of the gang but to each other. But if Gram says it more.

How does each member feel about PDA?

Gram loves PDA as long as they feel like they’re somewhere safe. Black’s not as big of a fan. His instinct is to fight before he shows affection in public.

Who’s the safer driver?

They’re both good at driving bikes. Neither of them would classify as safe exactly.

What’s each member flirting style?

Cringe meet fail.

Which member steals borrows the other ones clothing?

They’re different sizes and fashion senses so it’s hard. Black has occasionally stolen a t-shirt of Gram’s and Gram has occasionally borrowed a jacket from Black but neither fit great. <s> neither of them cared </s> White handing Gram one of Black’s shirts to wear when they were at Gram’s apartment was Gram’s first clue that something had happened to Black.

Who is the cuddle initiator?

Gram he’s a cuddle monster.

Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in?

They would rather stay in or with close friends.

Who is the big/little spoon?

Gram is the little spoon and I will die on this hill. Gram likes waking up with Black’s arms around him fully nestled in the little spoon position. He’s also a big fan of face to face cuddling because he cannot believe he’s lucky enough to date Black. Sometimes if Black needs extra comforting he will be the little spoon.

Who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason?

Heh. Reason. (Black has some reason but never uses it, Gram is Gram, and Gumpa has to hold them back by the scruff like month old kittens)

Who’s more likely to laugh at their own jokes?

Probably Gram

Who takes longer showers?

Gram. Strictly speaking they had a whole scene about how Gram wanted Black to style his hair more so Gram.

Who is “more loved” by the in-laws?

By default Black. Since Black doesn’t speak to his parents. However Gram is loved by White and that’s basically the same thing.

Who is more likely to get jealous?

Gram may have been more insecure in their relationship but hell hath no fury like Black when he’s jealous. And it happens way too easily.

What was the most surprising thing they learned about one another once they started dating?

They knew each other pretty well so there weren’t any major surprises. The twin reveal was pretty big but that was before. Gram learned about Black’s scented candle collection and Black learned about Gram’s hierarchy of favorite colors.

Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?

They both stay up way too late.

Who’s messier?

Both of them are messy, but Gram’s messier.

Which member is more likely to accidentally spend $300 at Target?

Both, for different reasons. Gram has a lot of impulse buys and Black always gets texts from White mid target run asking for Black to pick something up for him.

Who wanted/would want kids first?

I think they would discuss the reality of having kids in the current physical and political climate, as well as how hard it would be for them to adopt. They’d probably struggle to decide whether it was a good idea or not. That being said, when Gram saw Black baby sit a toddler, his entire heart went to mush.

Who gives piggy back rides to the other?

When they are drunk they give them to each other. By default usually Gram because Black is smaller.

Who fell in love first?

They were friends first so it’s hard to say. Gram will admit to falling in love with Black pretty early on in their friendship, Black will never admit that he fell in love with Gram first.

#gramblack #not me the series #not me #blackgram #i miss them soooo much #shout out to shanon (?) for always bringing snacks to the fangirl office

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Character asks: RJ and Casey and Jarrod (separately??)

•Favorite thing about them

-Chillness, always has a way to stay calm throughout any situation but it also helps that he's a mentor. Positive reinforcement is the best way to get the point across.

•Least favorite thing about them

-bananas on pizza...WHY

•Favorite line

-"I'm having a moment of weakness"

•BrOTP

-RJ/Camille, I'd be intrigued to see their interactions as friends. Like would Camille get frustrated as he explains modern times in a riddle like way?

•OTP

-oh boy here we go, RJ/Casey and RJ/Merrick. Don't deny it RJ and Casey had a thing going on there and personally I'd love the two wolf guys to vibe together.(I didn't draw an animaria styled wedding outfit for nothing guys, I'll post it later)

•NOTP

-none atm

•Random headcanon

-he's obsessed with how things all circle around each other. It's both a hobby and philosophy of his, like just flowing with life like it's the wind. Let it take you anywhere is what he says to himself.

RJ also has whole room dedicated to building lego structures.

•Unpopular opinion

-would've loved to have seen some exploration on his preference. He's a pansexual himbo and I will die on that hill!

•Song that i associates with them

•Favorite picture(s)

Casey Rhodes

•Favorite thing about them

-curiosity, always felt that he had some odd curious feeling in his heart throughout the season. Mainly steming from why he was chosen to be the red ranger and stuff.

•Least favorite thing about them

-nothing really, maybe the battlizer looked a bit clunky?

•Favorite line

-"I don't want any problems"

•BrOTP

-Casey/Lily, big sister vibes and they are just everything to me as good friends

•OTP

-Casey/RJ and Casey/Jarrod. I just love their dynamics(how did ships make me want to write a whole jungle fury au is beyond me but I'm happy I got to that🤷🏾‍♂️😭)

•NOTP

-Casey/Lily. I'd prefer them as friends and nothing more tbh, plus Theo/Lily is so good.

•Random headcanon

-he's definitely giving me the gay but undecided vibes, like still trying to figure things out. He'd be a pretty attentive boyfriend imo, like always trying to make sure his partner is comfortable.

Oh and Casey definitely got fired from the zoo for sleeping in the tiger dens and to get back at the zoo he released the tigers back into the wild.(petty as fuck 😭) don't worry though the tigers enjoy his company.

•Unpopular opinion

-nothing atm

•Song that i associates with them

•Favorite picture(s)

Why is the second one such meme material😭

Jarrod

•Favorite thing about them

-his character development throughout the whole season was just top notch, he's one of my favorite human antagonist.

•Least favorite thing about them

-nothing tbh

•Favorite line

-"I am him!"

•BrOTP

-Jarrod/Lily, would be perfect friends

•OTP

-Jarrod/Camille and Jarrod/Casey. I love both pairings(au stuff makes me steer to the one with Casey but both ships are great)

•NOTP

-none atm

•Random headcanon

-Jarrod tries to relive his childhood since his was kind of rough but it's never too late to embrace your inner child. In this universe there would be a Dairanger anime and that's definitely a show that got him through some stuff when moving through foster homes.

Dai shi scrambled through Jarrod's memories while possessing him and found the dairanger ones and while meaningless to the being he made an oc of sorts when he found a liking to Shadam(the oc being Long) and he was going to use the form in the final battle but was killed before then.

•Unpopular opinion

-They should've adapted Rio's outfit and had Jarrod wear it, could you imagine how sick that would've looked on him

•Song that i associates with them

•Favorite picture

#power rangers #character design #power rangers jungle fury #jungle fury #casey rhodes #robert rj james #jarrod

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kazimirfiles · 2 years

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Hi! Can I ask romantic matchup for bungou stray dogs and danganronpa thh?

i go by she/her pronouns, im 18, and i have no gender preference!

things i like: yellow, picnics on the beach, fruit water, black tea, old books, folklor, mythology, cultures, baking, hanging out with my best friends, animals, fancy earrings, theatre, pretty and rare words, summer, watching movies, reading, writing, telling funny stories, smiling conspiratorially to strangers and giving them flowers, drawing, fashion, psychlogy, true crime, dancing, All Tomorrows, old music, sarcasm

personality:

I'm very confident, dominant and assertive person. I voice my opinion, nobody dares to mess up with me. Also I'm calm, full of serenity and femenine energy. I just try to be myself. I appear a little cold but i'm fact I'm lively, sassy, charismatic and kind. And I try to be funny.

I love helping people and putting smiles to others faces. I'm mostly organised but I still can be very chaotic. I'm a hopeless romantic with my heart in everything I do. A bit of a night owl, I've always been fascinated by exploring old European cities and imagining the stories that lived in their streets. I'm a bit different from the rest of the group, but that's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm proud of it! Not all can understand me, but those who take the time to get to know me know that I'm an invaluable friend and companion.

my appearance: I'm 5'7 with hourglass figure, and- and I think picrew is more detailed-

Yup, I look like this

I'd totally fall for person that intrigued me (I grew up in the middle of nowhere in Eastern Europe so I'm extremely curious about everything). It might be their dressing style, little personality trait, hobby, etc.

They just must have something that makes them diffrent. I find it hot bc they give me chance to learn something new.

I hate fake, toxic, abusing people, bullies, stalkers and catcallers. I dislike eating on town, bc it disgust me (I hate finding hair in my dinner)

Extra notes:

- My family calls me Vampire

- In random moments I sing songs about man killing his wife or about dead body in closet bc my mom sang this songs when I was younger

- I have specific sense of humor

- If I like someone I'd infodump about thing that I'm actually obsessed with

- My friends say that I'm just more kind and friendly Byakuya Togami. Or they say that I'm lost Addams or something

- I'd call my lover pretty words in other languages, bc I can. Also I'll draw them and I'll write poems about them

Have a good day/night!

HELLO! Thank you for sending in lé matchup request 😌

I match you up with…

Fyodor Dostoevsky

• After skimming through your stuff and rereading it again, Fyodor was honestly the only person I could think of. Besides Atsushi who was a close runner-up, I have a feeling that Fyodor would likely enjoy you more.

• Fyodor likely didn’t notice you at first. I’d say he most likely caught your eye first, given his unique style and appearance, you likely approached him first.

• It started most likely with a short compliment from you. You were traveling to Japan Yokohama with a few friends just for funsies and met him along the way. You and your friends were having a picnic on a beach. It wasn’t a very populated one, so Fyodor was likely hanging around there.

• You and your friends heard the sound of boots crunching on sand and rocks. You turned around and saw Fyodor, staring at you from afar with a poker face, and intriguing purple/violet eyes.

• He panicked a bit actually. He didn’t expect you and your friends to be where he’s at. Instead, he took a deep breath, kindly looked at each of your friends, then smiled while walking away.

• You were beyond interested in this guy. He didn’t look Japanese. Was his appearance interesting to you? Definitely. Those purple-ish violet eyes? Alluring.

• Fyodor wasn’t doing any too important business. Well, he was still working on his next step to his goal, so he decided to walk out and just think.

• Some of your friends were a bit creeped by the guy, but you still wanted to figure him out. You tried talking to Fyodor to see what happens.

• I have to admit, he may have been annoyed by you at first. He just wanted alone time at the beach and you and your friends happen to be there. What made him change you may be wondering? It was a specific trait and thing you did that made him reciprocate your interest in him.

• Your outspoken yet feminine nature intrigued him a bit. Such an interesting combo of a personality. He probed you more, asking questions about yourself and taking note of everything. He wasn’t completely obsessed with you, but he found your uniqueness interesting. He wanted to understand you.

• From then on, your relationship bloomed from there.

• Fyodor probably walks around in old European cities with you often. Even if you haven’t been to one, I can imagine that Fyodor would have the tools to bring you on a trip.

• He didn’t see it before, but he finds you pleasant to look at. Your hair, your face, your hourglass shape, he likes it all!

• He likes that you’re likely to voice your opinion. It’s certainly a respectable trait.

• Probably calls you vampire too with your family. How’d he find out you may be wondering? Well, it was probably him peaking over your shoulder and noticing a text from one of your family members calling you that.

***

Your Danganronpa THH matchup is…

Chihiro Fujisaki

• I honestly think that Chihiro might be the most ideal match for you. He finds your confident, bold, and caring personality is something the he exactly needs.

• Let’s say the killing game never was a thing and that Junko never decided to be a menace to society. You’re matched with a nondespair!AU of Chihiro. You probably met him through Mondo and Makoto when Mondo was helping Chihiro build up his physical strength.

• You met Makoto first, and upon meeting you, he felt the need to introduce you to Chihiro and of course Mondo. He thought that if Mondo helped Chihiro with physical strength, you’d help him with mental strength.

• The meetup was pretty short honestly. You and Chihiro got close from the first you two saw each other. As time went by, you guys just got closer!

• Thinks your vampire nickname is a bit strange and laughed at it first. Nonetheless, he decided he’s lightheartedly call you that a few times. And if you weren’t okay with it, expect a very panicked and heartfelt apology lol.

• Baking nights together! One time he did get a little frosting on his nose, to which you responded to that by scooping it off his nose with your index finger.

• Honestly, someone who’s tough-minded like you and more bold is perfect for someone like Chihiro. 100%!

I had a bit of trouble with Chihiro’s part but I did the best I could. Hope you enjoyed! Sorry if I missed anything but I did what I could.

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vannybarber · 3 years

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The Prenup: Part Two

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One

Walking down the isle, you grab everything that looks remotely pleasing in sight. After you left the house, you were just driving nowhere. Having to refill your tank because you wasted all the gas, the crackhead at the station kept singing Mambo Number 5 and it made you feel slightly better. Now you were in the convenience store spending your feelings away.

You get to the pain pills and grab some Aleve. Your head has been thumping for hours now. You see a pink box and knock a couple of those in the basket too just because they're pink. Whipping over to the candy isle, you grab multiple bags of Starburst jelly beans just to spite Chris because you know he loves them. Moments later, your basket it full and you head to the front.

Tipping the basket, you dump all the contents on the counter. The cashier gives you this look and you don't blame her. You had 3 bags of jellybeans, 5 random candy bars, 2 pink boxes you still can't read out, a blue Mountain Dew, a dog toy and some Doritos. Absolutely random. The cashier scans all the junk food, but when she gets to the pink boxes, she look up at you and at your left hand.

You're in a daze, so you don't see her looking at you. Your mind was all over the place and frankly, you didn't want to think about any of the latest events. Not the prenup. Not the engagement. Not Chris. Snapping into reality, you pay for your groceries and take all the bags and walk out the store.

On the drive to the hotel, you pass the park where you and Chris met. That didn't help with your predicament at all.

Dodger had gotten off his leash because he was so excited to finally have a home. You were with your niece. She is so obsessed with dogs and wanted to meet every one. Dodger spotted her and pounced on her, giving infinite kisses.

Chris was freaking out. His dog just pounced on a two year old child.

You, on the other hand, were laughing your ass off. Your niece wasn't complaining either because she kissed him back.

He apologized profusely and you guaranteed him it was okay. You guys hung out for the rest of the day and decided to go on another date, without the kids. One date lead to many others and soon enough you'd met his whole family, vice versa, and started living with him. It was unreal.

And here you are infront of a hotel, with no ring or engagement and your fianceé almost an hour away. Oh, how the tables have turned.

You get out and receive your room key. You head up to your room and set everything down. You were so tired and worn out. Getting comfortable in the bed, you knock out almost immediately.

Meanwhile, back at your house, it's pure chaos.

"Chris do you realize what the fuck you just did?"

Scott is practically screaming at his brother, pacing around the room.

"Scott can you fucking chill? You're not helping the situation" Chris snapped back at him. Scott stops and stares at him like he's an idiot.

"We wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for your stupid choices. Tell him Ma!" He looks at her to back him up. Lisa stands up from her seat and walks over to Chris.

"Now Scott, Chris is a grown man. He can handle this situation, right honey?" Her hands are on both his shoulders, looking for him to respond.

"There you go. You always do this! You always baby him up whenever he's in trouble." He rolls his eyes. Lisa draws back from Chris.

"No, I do not. I let all of you sort out your own issues, with my advice of course. Shanna, Carly, do I baby your brother?" Chris throws his head back in annoyance.

"Um, yeah kinda.."

"Sometimes...Ma, but not all the time of course"

They say at the same time. They hated to admit it but when it came to Chris, she mostly got him out his problems. He's not used to solving them on his own. Lisa utters incoherent words in disbelief.

"That's not important right now. My fianceé just called off our engagement and I don't know where she is!" Chris interrupts, getting everyone back into focus.

"Technically she's not your fianceé if she called the engagement off, but it's whatever..." Scott mumbles with his hands up. Chris shoots him a 'fuck off look'.

"Well have you tried calling her?" Carly asks him.

"Yes, but she's not picking up. She can hold quite the grudge when it comes to her feelings." And he was right. You were very protective of your feelings and anything to harm that will be shut down ASAP.

"Well we just have to hope that she is trusting her better judgment and will come back, unlike someone in the room" Scott says sarcastically turning and sitting on the couch. Chris smacks his lips.

"Scott that's enough!" Lisa snaps.

"Well he deserves everything he's getting! He put himself in this situation. Now he doesn't have a wife and he's miserable. Could never be me."

Chris had enough. He moved quickly put his chair and into the bedroom, slamming the door shut. He sat at the edge of the bed and cried.

You had finally woken up and check your phone.

26 missed calls | 63 messages.

You text Lisa and tell her you're fine. Closing the app, you look at your homescreen. It's a picture of Chris laying on your chest asleep. His lips are parted and you're grinning in the screen. He looks like an adorable puppy. You grab your charger out your bag and plug it up.

Remembering the stuff you bought, you grab the jellybeans and open them. Seeing the assortment of colors, you go straight for the red ones. Chris' favorite. You were gonna milk this to the bone. You reach in the bag and feel one of the pink boxes you bought. Still not knowing what it was, you pull it out and read it.

First Response Pregnancy

You bought a damn pregnancy test. 2 to be exact. You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or to smack yourself for wasting your money. Many thoughts went through your mind. Should you take the tests? Should you throw it away? What if you were pregnant? That last thought gave you shivers. Pregnant at a time like this? Were you even ready?

Looking down at the test, you decide to take it. Just for the hell of it. You knew you weren't gonna be pregnant because you take birth control. Not to mention you and Chris use condoms for extra measure. Nothing wrong with being safe.

You get up, pad to the bathroom and get down to business. You do all the steps and clean up after yourself. Now you just had to wait.

You were nervous as hell. You don't know why though. There isn't a chance you could be pregnant because you didn't allow there be one. You have been beyond careful. There would be zero possibility. Or so you thought.

After what felt like 5 minutes, your shakey hand grab the test and flip it over.

| |

You freeze and your eyes dart to the information section.

Not Pregnant- |

Pregnant- | |

You look back at the results. There were two lines. Absentmindedly, you shake your head and back up until your back hits the wall. You can't be pregnant. There's literally no freaking way. It's got to be false.

You grab the other test and take it. After 5 more minutes, you check it and there's two lines also. Now you were freaking the fuck out. Both tests are positive. You rush back in the room and dig through the bag for the other box. You grab it and take both tests at the same time. Don't ask.

After another 5 minutes, you stare at the back of the two tests. Moment of truth. You flip both the tests at the same time.

| | on each test.

This is where you fall on the floor in shock and fear. You were pregnant. With Chris' child. And you guys just had a huge fall out and you're all alone. You're not ready for a kid. Especially not now.

You bury your head in your hands and let the tears fall. How in the hell were you gonna tell him?

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