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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Keith (Voltron)- Heat Season

EDIT- I took off the “AU” part because I legit forgot what I was doing lol. No AU here

Hey hey! ANON ASKS

omg. can u do a keith x reader mating szn smut? like it’s his first heat so he locked himself away(f’s in the chat for keith) but the reader went to check on him not knowing a thing(gasp!). keith rlly do be rough at first bc he’s not thinkin straight but then becomes more ✨passionate✨ rough smut at first, then some tenderness(like my dino nuggets. lmao im 20), but then heated passionate smut. *chefs kiss* oui oui baggett

Keith from Voltron?....Cuz that’s what I’m doing for my mental health....And I’m going to hope and pray that’s what you wanted....cuz im doing it. Prepare your diddly hole....that sounded wrong. Hope you like it!

BTW You caught me on an off day, but I didn’t wanna leave you hanging.

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Leggo!

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You were confused as to why everyone had insisted you go check up on Keith. Then again the last thing you said to him before he locked himself in his room for 3 days was.

“Wow, it’s so hot in here. I need to change out of these clothes.”

It was a throwaway comment that usually earned you a laugh or two from him. Only this time, it ended with him taking one look at you, and zooming off. Three whole days since then and it felt like you were the only one who wasn’t aware of what was going through his head.

So here you were, standing outside his door. You hesitated for a while, frozen in place.

“He’s your friend.” you declared. “You can do this!” you nodded with determination. You slowly raised your hand and knocked.

“Fuck!” you heard on the other side. “W-Who’s there!”

“It’s me?” you answered, slowly becoming unsure. “Is it a bad time?”

“Y/N!” he grunted. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to check on you! P-please let me in.” you sighed.

“Y/N! It isn’t safe for you to be here!” he sounded in pain.

“Keith! It’s either you let me in or I melt the door down!” you warned. "I have a lighter on me, don’t test whether or not I’m serious.”

Suddenly the door slid open. Without another thought you walked in. His room looked normal. “Keith?”

Just as you got in, the door slammed shut, making you jump. A shirtless Keith stumbled out of the bathroom. His face was completely red and he was sweating. Without a pause, you rushed over to him.

“Y/N!” Keith shuddered. “P-please don’t-”

“Keith!” you cut him off. “You’re burning up!” you put a hand on his forehead. For some reason, he leaned into your touch. He shuddered, his eyes glazing over slowly. This was a side of his you’ve never seen before.

It wasn’t long bore you managed to connect the dots. You couldn’t stop the blush from rising onto your face. “Oh.” was all you could say.

“Y/N...” he dropped to his knees. “I’m so sorry.” he whimpered. “It’s...t-too much.” he moaned. “I didn’t want to scare you.”

He rested his head against your stomach. “I want you so bad.” he cried. Like literally cried. “I c-can’t control it.” he whimpered.

“Keith? Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you, I could’ve-.”

“The only reason I didn’t tell you was because in order to calm it down...I’d have to...have my way with the object of my aggression.” you could tell he was very ashamed. It then dawned on you what he meant when he said he wanted you.

“And...that’s me?” you clarified, voice shaking.

He buried his face into your stomach, tightening his grip around you. “Yes...”

“...Then do it.” you found yourself saying. This caused him to look up in surprise.

“You just made a big mistake, Y/N.” he glowered. A sadistic smile arose on his face. “You just opened yourself up to me.” he scrambled to his feet. Before you knew it, you felt your back hit the door. “Which means I can do whatever I want to you now.”

Keith grabbed a handful of your hair in his fist and bought your lips to his. You winced in pain, feeling him tighten his grip, as if he was scared to let you go. He must have detected this because he moved his hand to the side of your neck.

Your body was flush against the wall and he was pressed against you, covering your body like a blanket. He yanked himself away from you and hoisted you up.

Keith carried you to his bed and practically threw you on the plush surface. In that instant, the tables were flipped. Instead of looking up at you through hooded eyes with a shameful gaze, it was you who was now looking up at him. Keith stared down at you with a glare. You probably looked ridiculous, but you didn’t care.

“How do you want me?” you found yourself asking.

“Fuck.” he whimpered. Just hearing you say that sent him crazy. He could smell sex coming off you, and he wanted to get his hands on you. His mouth, his dick, whatever he could touch you with. He could barely gather his thoughts. Every corner of his mind was occupied by visions of you, imagines, of you, thoughts of you. “Clothes...off...now.”

He didn’t wait for you, instead he ripped your shirt down the back, tearing it to shreds. He gently pushed on your chest, sending you down. Your back in the bed and you didn’t dare try and sit up.

“Is this a good time to mention I went commando today?” you asked aloud. Keith stopped everything he was doing and looked at you. He was expressionless. He didn’t say a word.

“...You’re not wearing any underwear?” he glowered.

“No?” you trailed off. “I didn’t do my laundry.” you admitted.

The remained of your shirt fell in a pool around you. You and Keith had a stare-down, that glossy look returning to his eyes. He hooked his fingers around the hem of your pants and yanked them down. As expected, you were completely exposed to him. No undergarment in sight. Your smell filled his nostrils.

He instantly began fumbling with his pants, unable to control himself anymore. He could see that you were already excited down there and he was growing inpatient.

He grabbed hold of your thighs and thrust himself into your tightness, earning a surprised moan from you. You felt better than he thought you would. You fit him perfectly, like a sheath built for a special type of sword.

“Fu-...Ungh...-” He could barely make words as he pumped into your wetness. “Y/N.” he grunted. “You’re mine.” he growled. “Mine. If anyone else touches you after today, they’ll have me to answer to.” he croaked.

You were at a point where you couldn’t make any words, your body had reacted to him in a way where you felt like a slave to his touch. Was is pheromones? It was probably pheromones...you’d have to ask later.

“I wanna- I wanna kiss you.” Keith fought to speak as he slammed his hands on either side of your head. As promised, he lazily crashed his mouth over yours. His kiss was sloppy and lazily, his lips leaving a thin line of drool as he kissed down your neck.

He rolled his hips against yours, groaning at each thrust. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to last long. That didn’t stop him from speeding up.

“Y/N.” he moaned again. With each sloppy thrust, his name left your lips, sounding more and more guttural before he spilled into you. He yanked his length out of your hole, splattering the entire front of your body in his cum.

You looked like a pretty sight. You were officially marked by him. When you looked up, that hungry gaze was still strewn across his face. You noticed his eyes were still focused on your heat. His tongue darted out to lick his lips.

He met your eyes for a split second before giving you a lewd smirk. He winked at you before scooting back to lay on his stomach.

“K-keith. We just fin-ISHED.” you tried to say. Keith had attached his mouth to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I know.” he stopped to speak for a bit. “I didn’t feel you cum for me though.”

“You can tell?!” you look down surprised. No, you didn’t fake it...but you didn’t think he would go this mile.

“Of course I can fucking tell...you’re mine remember?” he giggled before lashing his mouth against you again. You could feel tears of pleasure welling up at the corners of your eyes. Your fists clenched the sheets under you. It was like he had full control of you. You felt his fingers pump into you again, fucking his cum back into you. (I’m such a thot omg)

Your orgasm came like an avalanche. A mixture of loud cries and moans ripped through the air. Surely anyone who had been around could hear.

You were just worried about what would happen tomorrow.

...

“NOT A WORD!” you threateningly held up a butter knife to Lance not even three hours later.

“Just saying...I was on the other side of the-”

“SHUT UP!” you cut him off.

“...Was he good though?”

“I said shut up!” you groaned, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m just saying...those hickeys aren’t gonna heal for a while.” he shrugged, laughing out loud as he walked away.

“Fuck me!” you seethed, trailing your fingers over your aching skin.

“What was that?” Keith seemingly appeared out of nowhere. You dropped the butter knife, feeling his broad chest up against your back. “Did you say to-”

“In the kitchen though?!” you squeaked. “Bad dog! Very bad!” you whimpered, melting into his touch anyways.

“Don’t worry, it only lasts a week.” he giggled in your ear.

A week...lord help you.

“Maybe longer if I like you enough.”

....Fuck

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dazaisfavoritewife · 4 years

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Bakusquad with a black s/o - Someone calls you a racial slur

This idea has been on my mind for SO LONG! You might be wondering, “Then author-Chan, why didn’t you write it before?” WELL BECAUSE IM LAZY- So, I hope you enjoy :) -btw I’m going to use female pronouns, so if you want a male version or part 2 let me know-

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Bakugo

He is so appreciative, like this dude could care less about what skin color you are, but he just thinks your skin is BEAUTIFUL! Like, YES!! Racist Karen’s? Mans gotcha back.

But this one time, a racist bitch, *cough* BETHANY *cough* she called you a racial slur (even if I am african American i’m not saying it) and you obviously had to mop the floor with a hoe!

“Y/N, stay the f*ck away from my man!” Bethany screamed at you, you just rolled your eyes and stared straight at her.

“I’m sorry? Who’s your man?”

“Bakugo! You know that you ni-“

Oops! Bethany accidentally fell on your foot.. Then your hand.. Then your knee... She got beat the fuck up. While you were beating the absolute hell out of Bethany, the bell rang, but you were too busy with Bethany to notice that everyone was heading to lunch.

You snatched her by her hair, and started beating the crap out of her, when everyone saw they were frozen just there like ‘O’ but, Bakugo was cheering you on.

“YEAH! BEAT HER ASS N/N!”

You still didn’t give a fuck and just smirked, until your home room teacher, Aizawa came into the hallway.

“L/N! Bakugo! Detention after school!”

Best believe you just looks at him like, ‘N what?’

Bakugo just shrugged, and aizawa told us to go to lunch.

“This isn’t over Bethany..”

Then you just dropped her, grabbed Bakugo, and skipped to lunch, him proudly walking with you while everyone just stared at you in disbelief at how you’re acting like nothing happened after you just beat the shit out of a hoe. Not sorry!

Kirishima

Like Bakugo, he thinks you’re beautiful! He also thinks you’re real manly, because there are so many people who don’t think you belong in ua because of your skin, but he just deals with them himself.

But one day, someone took it too far and three girls game up to you and their leader just started insulting you, and one of them said a racial slur, you weren’t having it.

“Oh look! It’s Y/N! I thought you would’ve given up on becoming a hero, I mean how could you be popular when you look like.. That?”

“Like what? A badass? A queen? Beautiful? At least I don’t have 55 layers makeup, I have a thing called natural beauty.”

“What beauty? All we see is a ni-“

Oh no! They all somehow ended up on the floor with a bloody nose! Oops! You accidentally made your boot and their head best friends..

“I’m sorry, I can’t *thump* hear you other the *thump* noise! *thump thump thump*”

Needless to say, you beat all their asses. And in an instant you’d beat anyone and everyone’s ass if they even dared say a racial slur.

So, while in the process of beating three bitches asses, all of class 1-A came out of home room because aizawa wanted them to come and get you because you’re their friend, and they saw you beating the fuck out of three girls at the same time, and they all just stared at you in awe, and shock, except for Iida. He was against it obviously. And Bakugo, Mina, and Kaminari were cheering you on.

“Yeah Y/N! Kick their ass!”

“You got this Y/N!”

“Yeah! Whatever reason you did this, great job!”

“L/N That is not appropriate in school or outsie of it! Please refrain from beating people up!

Aizawa heard cheering and yelling outside the classroom and got annoyed, and went to check to see you beating three girls asses and the Bakusquad, (this time all of them) cheering you on.

“Is there a good reason for this? Otherwise detention.”

“These *thump* bitches *thump* thought they could try *thump thump thump* call me a racial slur.” Iida shut the fuck up real quick, and everyone was shocked that he actually started routing for you!

“...Continue.”

Then he walked back in the classroom. We stan men who don’t support racist bitches.

Kaminari

Kaminari respects you, you don’t take anyone's shit. Plus you’re beautiful, that’s a bonus to him. There were two particular people once who were giving you weird looks because of your skin, you just laughed in their face while Kaminari electrocuted them, then brought him home after he short circuited.

But one stupid bitch didn’t know how badass you are. So they tried using a racial slur, but we all know we don’t stand them. So this bitch named Rachel walked up to you and just started trash talking.

“Why are you even in the hero course? You don’t deserve it.”

“Because I earned it. You don’t deserve to be in ua at all if you’re bullying someone superior to a lowlife.”

“Whatever, you’re just a ni-“

She didn’t get to finished her sentence before you just roundhouse kicked a bitch, then just started beating the crap out of her.

“Say it again. I DARE you.”

While you were beating the shit out of her, class 1-A and aizawa just heard a bunch of loud and some very quiet crashes and thumps, and a lot of yelling.

“What in the entire world is going on out there..” Aizawa mumbled.

All of class 1-A including aizawa opened the door and walked into the hallway, to see you literally slamming her face into a locker, and occasionally kicking and punching her.

“Holy shit..”

Everyone was stunned, but Bakugo was laughing his ass off.

“L/N, what are you doing!?”

“SHUT UP IIDA!”

“U-uhm L/N..? Why are you hurting that person..?”

“THEY TRIED, THEY REALLY TRIED ME!”

“What did they do?”

“SHE THIUGHT SHE COUKD SAY A RACIAL SLUR”

“YOU GO! THATS MY GIRL!”

“Oh, everyone back in the classroom. Everything’s fine.”

Then they just went back into class like their classmate wasn’t beating the shit out of a girl. Needless to say, someone had to pull you off of her before you killed her.

Sero

Sero is a supportive king, and very underated. He thinks you’re the most beautiful women he’s ever met, and mans is extremely protective because once someone made a comment about your skin and you just ignored it but it kinda hurted :(

But one fateful day for two boys, they made the terrible mistake of saying a racial slur, they really thought they did something by getting beat the fuck up.

“I don’t know why they let YOU in the hero course.”

“I don’t know what led YOU to believe I’mma take your shit.”

“Whatever. You’re just a ni-“

And he just magically fell to the floor! Oh no! His buddy accidentally got slammed into him after! Damn it, they accidentally made contact with your boot!!

Class 1-A and 1-B heard you beating the shit out of the boys, so the teachers went into the hallway to see what the commotion is, but the students being their nosy selves went to see too.

Mr. Aizawa and Mr. Vlad King went into the hallway to see you beating the fuck out of two kids, class 1-A and 1-B looked through the door, and Bakugo just started cheering you on, so did Sero.

“Yes Y/N! Fuck em up!”

“I knew I chose the right one! Yes Y/N!”

Kendo being one of your friends, started cheering you on too.

“Go Y/N! Yes queen!”

Aizawa just turned around and walked back into the classroom after telling the students to go back to their seats. Vlad king broke you away from them though.. Aw shit you got detention.

Mina

(I got lazy on Sero’s because after Kirishima I took a break and started writing Kaminari’s after, and it’s 1 AM so I’m tired and watching YouTube to stay awake, this is probable gonna be shitty, they all are honestly.. I’m sorry btw I believe the theory that Mina is black so roll with it if you don’t)

Mina knows that you’re the most beautiful wiman alive, and you’re her queen, and vise versa.

One day this bitch named Ashley decided to insult your guys’ relationship and called you a racial slur, you definitely weren’t having it when it comes to Mina.

“Hey Y/N I heard you’re dating a girl.. That’s gross.”

“Hey Ashley, I heard you eat d*ck. That’s gross.”

“You’re a nasty ni-“

Ashley couldn’t finish her sentence because she was slammed into the locker, and became best friends with your fist and boot, whoops!

So, everyone was heading home because the final bell rang and everyone was packing up, and they were leaving their classrooms, and they all saw you beating the shit out of Ashley, and Mina was just smiling the widest smile that shines so bright, and she started cheering you on with Bakugo.

“Yes my queen! Beat her ass!”

“Yeah Y/N! Beat that extra!”

You got one last HARD kick in, before aizawa came up to you and pulled you off.

“Let me go!”

“Why were you even harming a student?”

“BECAUSE THIS HOMOPHOBIC BITCH CAME UP TO ME AND STARTED TALKING ABOUT ME AND MINA AND ADDED IN JUST THE CHERRY ON TOP AND CALLED ME A RACIAL SLUR!”

Aizawa went quiet and so did everyone else, then he just let you go and walked away, and everyone else just left the school like it was a normal day, we stand most of the people here.

(In case you’re confused on why it said Raven I accidentally put my name for this kind of stuff,sorry)

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yelenasdog · 4 years

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winter’s delights (the winter soldier x fem. hydra agent!reader) ch. 1/?

words: 1,384 (yes ik it’s short don’t bully me it’ll make sense later LMFAO)

warnings: death in future chapters, choking, blood, bruises, mentions of men being disrespectful to girls, r*pe implications in future chapters, smut in future chapters, and the obvious foul langauge lmfao.

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Experiment Day 1

The Soldier

click clack, click clack

The sound of heels clicking became louder and louder as it came towards me, causing me to become all too aware of my surroundings. Two small hands made their way to either of my shoulders. They shortly after moved to the railing next to where mine were placed. The situation seemed familiar. I wasn’t sure as to why.

“Good morning Soldier.”

Her voice was like a flute, surprisingly cheery and light despite our current dreary atmosphere. I turned to face the woman.

“Ready to comply.” I responded as I had learned to, or rather been programmed to.

She laughed. I was immensely confused by this action. The small Voice in my head that told me what to do and every response I needed to have all the time was seemingly absent.

“None of that, Soldier. I’m your friend, not your Tyrant.” She told me her name, but I didn’t pay much mind.

My instincts told me not to trust the girl.

She tutted.

“Soldier, if we’re going to be friends we need trust, yes?”

Her question was followed by silence.

“I won’t ask again, Soldier. Yes?”

I turned away from her towards the landscape view in front of me. Mountains could be seen if you squinted, everything covered in a blanket of snow, glistening in the rare sunlight of Siberia. I wasn’t sure why I was here rather than in cryo. It wasn’t for a mission, not an assassination of any sort, so why? I wasn’t sure of anything, my mind without the Voice was blank.

Suddenly, the woman’s seemingly gentle hands from before roughly grabbed my stubble ridden face, turning me towards her. Her grip tightened and her hand moved down to my throat, her cherry red nails digging into my skin, being sure to draw blood.

My breath was being cut off, and I assumed my skin was beginning to take a purple hue. Darkness began to cloud my vision as I started to slip into unconsciousness. I used my last ounce of strength and nodded.

She released me, tucking a stray strand of hair back into her bun. I fell down with a loud thud, supporting myself using the railing as I struggled to catch my breath. I looked up through hooded eyes and watched as the woman turned, speaking simultaneously as she did so.

“Very well. I’ll find us to be good friends, Soldier.”

She walked away, her heels clicking against the cold tile yet again. The guards came from either side of me, taking my arms and putting me into restraints, pushing me around like a ragdoll in the process. The cold metal stung on my pale and bruised skin, leaving a red ring to match the star on my left arm.

The men surrounding me smelled like cigarette smoke and what could only be described as pure filth. The scent matched the words coming out of their mouths, talking loudly about the different women they had encountered in the past days and the things they wanted to do to them.

The walk to my concrete chamber was treacherous, but nothing I wasn’t used to. I blinked, coming to attention at the sound of a key opening the small hole in the wall I called home when I wasn’t “on ice”.

My eyes turned from their glazed over state as they slammed the door shut, leaving me to wonder about what was to come.

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The Tyrant

I released the man, tucking a strand of hair back into my too-tight bun. I viewed in horror the mark I had created on his neck, taking in the view that was a disgusting sum of purples, blues, and yellows that were complementing the red trickles of blood on his pale skin. The very sight of it and the fact I had done it gave me the overwhelming urge to throw up. But nonetheless I persisted. I had to.

I spoke, my voice coming across emotionless yet somehow bold, bouncing off the walls.

“Very well. I’ll find us to be good friends, Soldier.” I walked away, shallow breaths leaving my dry mouth. I brought up my hand, smoothing down my hair in an attempt to look put together despite feeling extremely distraught.

The head mental evaluator approached me, clipboard in hand. He squinted at my appearance for a moment, but then continued with his survey of sorts.

“How was he?” His Russian accent was thick and hard to understand. It had startled me in my dazed state. The man looked up, pushing his round, thickly rimmed glasses up his pudgy nose, waiting for a response, similarly to how I was in the minutes previous.

“Subject was unresponsive to exercise.” My voice remained quiet and without any sign of feeling.

He scribbled on a piece of paper attached to the wooden slab, the pen in his right hand scratching against the parchment. His foot was tapping, only adding to the tedious sounds filling the room.

“Was any physical force required for the subject to comply?” He seemed to be bored and tired, as any man would be after asking the same questions to different women every so often. I was not the first to be chosen for this experiment, but I was hoping I would be the last.

I stayed silent, replaying my crimes in my head, the feeling of the Soldier’s grimy skin ingrained in my brain, the coolness of it, the way it was so terribly slick.

“Was any force required?” He repeated, beady little black eyes meeting mine with a judgmental glance.

I blinked, crossing my hands in front of me.

“Yes. Slight physical force required.”

His eyes never left his page once they returned.

“Specify.”

“I grabbed the subject by the jaw, turned the subject’s face towards my own, and then restricted the subject’s breathing until they answered my question.”

“Does the subject require medical attention?”

I internally scoffed, as obviously even if he did, they weren’t going to give it to the poor man.

“No, the subject will be fine on his own.”

He sighed, flipping the page and looking it’s contents up and down.

“Very well,” he motioned to the guards on either side of the entrance.

“Your presence is no longer required at the moment. Return to your quarters. Hail HYDRA.”

I muttered a rushed, “Hail HYDRA” as I turned to exit.

“Also, Agent?” Behind me I heard the man speak up once more. I turned to face him.

“Don’t wear that lip color again, it makes you look like those Americans.”

I nodded, making a mental note to throw away the product. Resuming my path of twisting corridors leading to my room, I was overly aware of the two guards who were on my tail, following me like a hunter stalking its prey.

“Thank you, I have it from here, gentlemen.” I smiled tightly through closed lips.

They nodded in unison, saluting with a brisk “Hail HYDRA.”

Early on in my time at the base I caught on to the goodbye ritual, and I hated it already.

I replied with the same nonchalantly before turning into my gloomy space and locking the doors.

I stripped down from my black uniform into a more comfortable slip, brushing out my hair and removing my makeup. I ran a cotton pad against my lips that were painted with the same color red that was on my nails. I watched in the mirror as the color smudged on my lips, running like the fresh blood that had streamed down the Soldier’s throat. I pulled away, looking down at my hands that I had only just noticed were trembling.

I let out a sudden sob, guilt taking its toll on me as I thought of what they had done, the victims that they had touched.

The things I had done, the victims I had touched.

I ran my hands through my hair, tugging. I stumbled over to my bed, pulling up the scratchy sheets. A terrible pain ripped through me, pressure building in the center of my head.

I didn’t want to cry, I couldn’t cry. If my superiors heard, I’d be done for.

I didn’t want to hurt the man from earlier, but I had to. It was me or him.

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hello! this isn’t nearly as long as i would have liked but for development purposes i’m saving what chronologically would have come next for it’s own longer chapter rather than mushing a whole bunch of info into one mega chapter. tysm for reading, it means the world!!!! if u wanna be added to the taglist comment on this or the teaser or whatevs and i’ll add you! xx hj

btw my apologies for the extensive tags lolol

taglist:

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2elements-blog · 5 years

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Stray Kids reaction | to their S/O always stealing their clothes

//Authors Note//

This is so cute, and here its also such a mood. Rain is coming, so its gonna be so cute<3 Thanks for the request, we will try our best<3(BTW IM LIVING FOR THAT EMOJI I CANNOT)(ALSO we are so sorry for the wait, it’s been almost a year. we still hope you love it)

The ones who haven't been gotten their request done, we will get done with them at some point, hopefully soon, but don't worry^^

-2E

WARNINGS: FLUFf, like a lot of fluff and love and Uwus’, are all over the place. Again. What did you expect? XD

ENJOY FELLOW STAYS

Chan

He would love when you stole his clothing. The way you always hid the fact you did, made him think you just missed him. Which you did of course. When you would wear it he would take his phone out and capture the perfect moment. Either you would look adorable, or you would look like a potato. Well no matter what he definitely shows it off to the guy. He would just be really soft about how you just would be swallowed in his clothing and how much it meant for you to have something close reminding you of him since he isn't much around.

“GUYS, look how cute Y/n is” Pulling out his phone, and showing off his new picture of you on his phone, you would curl into a ball since you were just beside him.

Amazed chuckles gather around the boys, saying how adorable it was. But you knew which picture it was, and it wasn't exactly charming.

You started to pout, getting your boyfriends attention.

“Hey what’s wrong- It's a good picture” He shows you, and you just scoff at him, burying yourself in the same hoodie as in the picture.

“I look like a swallowed naked bird,” You say, looking away from Chan as the whole room starts to laugh from your comment. Anyone but Chan could see what you meant. He is just that in love with you.

“Ohhh... Well, you are my swallowed naked bird” Chan says, hugging you into his body.

“Ewww, that sounded wrong” You shout trying to pull yourself away from him. Failing.

“You started it” He laughs as you stop moving around, surrendering to his hug.

“I swear, you guys are so disgusting sometimes” Minho takes his phones out, taking a shot at what all of the boys are being displayed with.

“You better send that!” Chan points and the boy who just snatched a photo of you two.

Woojin

He wouldn’t really mind, but would definitely notice it when you had put it on. Though he would be slightly confused as to why his clothes suddenly disappeared in the presence of you. He would hug you. Like, just a long soft hug from Woojin your way because he loves how he would see you in his clothes. He would cherish every moment of it, but he does that no matter what. Long story short, he just admires you when you do. (He is so soft, I swear on everything if he isn't boyfriend material than I’m not blonde. okay bad example, but I am blonde, HAIR, blonde hair.)

“So, what’s your plan?” You ask as it’s his turn to decide the date. As you run to him outside your door, you meet Woojin’s smiling face as he just looks

Having put on a pair of light washed jeans, and his oversized hoodie you just threw on. It smelled nice, and it fits you, even being oversized. You didn’t think anything of it. You always stole his clothes.

“Why are you smiling like an idiot?” You say, brushing the tint of pink off your face. He just takes your hands and softly kisses them both pulling you into a hug.

“You okay, there? you are especially cuddly today” Saying that, you try your best not to be flustered by your situation.

“I just love you-” He whispers.

“And I realized you just look adorable in my shirt” He pulls you out of the hug and gives you a heart-filled smile. Swearing internally, you blush and hit playfully his arm which he just plays off. Kissing the top of your head, he drags you to his car, going to a little date adventure. (OKAY I’M SOFT FOR HIM EVERYONE LOVE HIM)

Minho/Lee Know

THIS BOY THOUGH would steal it back. Just as you nearly touch it, he grabs it and keeps it as his baby. I don't think he would be much of a fan of it. But he secretly loves seeing you in it, he just wants it back right after. The normal scenario would be you sneakingly moving your way to his drawer when you are at a visit, but he would stop you. Cuddle suffocation, or a huge amount of tickles your way.

“Y/n! Have you seen my-” Before finishing his sentence, he sees a curled up bundle covered with a duvet.

“Your what?” A head appears from under the big duvet. Your head to be exact. A giggle leaves Minho’s mouth, as he walks up beside your bed. You just look at him in confusion.

“My sweater Babe- You know, the one you usually have no matter how many times I steal it back” He looks at you with suspicious eyes, crossing his arm as if he is expecting something.

“Pffff, yeah, no- I have no idea what you mean” You play it off, very badly mind I add. You look across the other side of the room, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Oh really. Then what was that sleeve?” Looking mischievously at you, he reaches for your hand and you start to laugh as if you were surprised. You weren't. You keep stealing his clothes, so it doesn't come to a surprise.

“Oh wow- how did that land there. That is so strange” Trying to get under the covers again, you were stopped by your boyfriend who was now slamming his body down on you. From other experiences like this before, you were in for a ton of laughter the next 10+ minutes.

“You never learn- TICKLE FIGHT”

Changbin

He wouldn’t mind much, but be totally into the idea of it. He would be really confused who took his clothes- (Felix or you, who knows)But as he would find out who took it, he wouldn't care much. Though he would tell you to give it back when he needed it. But we all know you would try to hide it okay, don’t give me that look, we all know I'm right. Also, because he only partly minds you taking his clothes, the other side of him makes him so soft when he sees you in his clothing. Cherishes you and snatches a few hugs and there might also be a kiss incoming.

“I’m keeping these pants and this shirt” As you walk into the living room in mostly his clothes, you make CHangbins eyes go wide, and his mouth is making an O shape surprised by your entrance.

“Yah, why are you wearing my clothes,” He says, still holding his phone as his eyes wonder on you.

Striking a pose, you smile and put peace signs up on your face.

“I was having a makeover moment with your clothes” Winking at your boyfriend, still holding your pose, he shakes his head down in his hands.

“Sometimes I wonder why I fell for you” Cracking a giggle under his breath he receives an overdramatic huff from you.

“Awe, come ooon Y/n, you know I’m joking” He stands up and starts to walk your way, but you just cross your arms, still overdramatizing your mad face.

“Fine- but I’m keeping these” Saying that, you face smirks at your boyfriends who is now in front of you with a smile on his own lips.

“You wish” As he says those words, he places a peck on your nose, giving out a huge hug. He might not admit it, but you look really cute.

Hyunjin

This one isn’t as tricky as the two others. He wouldn’t mind at all, but when you did steal his clothes he would complain. But only for a few seconds because afterwards, he would be a blushing mess. He loves it, and you know it so you tease him a bit. But I would be lying if cuddles weren't coming your way. In the presence of the group members or not, you where in for hugs my dear.

“I’m opening Chan!” Hyunjin shouts as the ring on the door gets louder.

you are on the other side pressing the doorbell- You are there to join the guys for a silent night. Just watching some movies, play some games. What you usually would do when they all had a free night. Plus, you wouldn’t pass a chance to have a night with your boyfriend, Hyunjin.

“Y/n! I missed you” The door opens and you are already attacked in hugs by Chan, earning a laugh from you. Not what you expected but, you aren't complaining.

“Hyung!” Behind the blonde boy is a very complaining Hyunjin, making you chuckle from his frustration.

“I just wanted a hug- She smells like you anyway” Chan being his melodramatically self, pushes you, with fake tears towards you boyfriend who notices why the smell is so familiar.

You are wearing his t-shirt, a black one, a plain black one. Pairing it with a cowboy jacket.

“I wondered where that went- I can’t have anything from you” Hyunjin complains as he shakes his head, receiving a hit on his left shoulder from you. He loved that shirt on you.

“Be happy I put up with you” You stick your tongue out at him, but what you get it is a tight hug. You shockingly stand still but hugs him back just seconds after.

“I did miss you” He whispers, were around the room occasional “ew’s” were shared.

Jisung/Han

Jisung just plainly loves it. It’s obvious. He doesn't care, as long as you are his, you can take whatever clothes he has and he won't care that much. But he does think it's super adorable when you try and hide it from him. He just loves you in his clothes, makes him feel useful if you can say that? Makes him feel even more a part of you. Just imagine his big goofy smile while looking at you. Yes, that's Jisung when you steal his clothes. (ISTG this boy is adorable with that smile)

“Jisung...” As you enter his dorm, and walk to his room, just flopping your way to him by his side. Wearing one of his red sweaters, looking even more swallowed in it then what you usually do.

Putting away whatever he had in his hands, he looks at you with confused eyes.

As much as you loved wearing his clothes, having him close to you, you just missed him. Needed some hugs.

“Hey Y/n, I didn’t know you would be here- Did you write?” As he checks his phone, but end up even more confused.

“No, I just missed you- sorry to come by unnoticed” You shrug your shoulders as you sit down on his bed. Laying down very drowsy, Jisung lets out a giggle. Leaving his desk he sits beside you, adoring your sleepy state.

“Don’t think about it- I see my shirt wasn't enough” Laying down, smiling by your very weird appearance, he lets his hands slide around you, pulling you into a hug. Facing away from Jisung, you could still feel his smile that was placed in the crook of your neck. Making you smile as well.

“I love you,” He says, feeling the vibration around your neck, you giggle, since it tickled.

“You too- Sometimes” you smirk, and let a little ‘kidding’ out after that, making Jisung squishing you closer.

“You smell so good”

“Jisung, that is your perfume”

Felix

And Felix. Where do I start? He would have clothes just for you. Like a bundle of hoddies, sweaters, t-shirts and sweatpants he would sort just for you. Because oh man the boy loves to see you in his clothes. As much as you are his no.1 fan, he is also yours. Especially in his big hoodies. KISSES AND CUDDLES OKAY, and maybe a few video games because that's what those clothing bundles are for, more home dates with Felix. That’s what he intended for it to be at least.

“That’s it, we are staying home” About to grab some shoes and a jacket, Felix put everything back when he sees you.

“Wha- Felix what is that about?” You squint your eyes in confusion.

“You can’t just go around in my clothes and assume we have to go out- No, either cuddles or video games” He proclaims, too seriously, making you crack a smile.

“You are such a child I swear” As you put down your shoes, you walk up to him, kissing his cheek casually. Walking back into your apartment, your boyfriend following you from behind.

“Excuuuuse me- You are the one snatching my clothes,” He says, giggling while crossing his arms.

“Felix, you gave me this” You cross your arms as well.

“Because you look good in it!” He says again, shaking his head.

“And still every time I wear it we have to stay home-” you stick your tongue out at him, with him shaking you off. These ‘arguments’ was a big part of your relationship. It was always a party.

“Both it is” Finishing the talk, he places a soft kiss on your shoulder as you sit down. He smiles at you, but you just roll your eyes at him.

Seungmin

Okay, he loves you don’t get that wrong, but- He is savage about his clothes. Especially his hoodies. You would finally have been able to snatch one, but before you knew it he would snatch it back, or he would try and embarrass you by stealing one of your shirts and wear it. Seungsavage on the way(Ida’s nickname yall, she needs a medal for that).

“Hi, I’m Y/n” Seungmin enters the living room that is filled with the rest of the group. And of course you as well.

“Dear god” You whisper to yourself as your boyfriend makes an appearance. The rest of the room was filled with laughter.

Seungmin is wearing your pink hoodie, your uncle sent to you from abroad. You never had worn it outside your room, because it was too pink for your taste- Not to mention the words “pink goddess” was written across the chest. You loved it, but no human should see it.

“God Seungmin, please put it back” you start as your hands move up to cover your bright red face.

“What? I can’t hear you- “ He says, putting his hand to his ear. Looking beside you is a ‘dead from laughing’ Jisung.

“I thought you loved me” reaching for a pillow to throw at him, he easily catches it looking to the side of it smiling directly at you. Huffing him off, you cross your arms, that mind I add, is covered in his hoodie since you have been wearing it all day.

“Awe, I do” He runs over to your side puppy eyes plastered to your eyes.

“Oh really now-”

“I just wanted to show how great we match when we share clothes” He smirks and positions a kiss on your forehead while you are still sulking.

Jeongin/I.N

He would like it. Love you in his shirts, giggle as you would wear them. Being teased by his members by the shyness he would be enchanted with. He would admire you even more than what he did before. You are his star and his hoddie proves that as well. SHY LITTLE FOX UGH

“What are you guys doing” As you enter the kitchen in just a pair of shorts and Jeongin’s t-shirt, his eyes grow wide. You entered just the right time as he was talking about you to Jisung and Hyunjin who was now a giggling mess.

“Uh- I mean, we were just... Talking about-” As the youngest tries to explain he is cut off by two things. You hugging him from behind, and Hyunjin who takes the word.

“You- He was talking about you and his clothes” Looking up from behind your boyfriend you notice his ears turning red.

You squish him a little, realising your grip as you walk beside him instead.

“Oh really-” looking at Jeongin, as flustered he is, he buries his face in his hands. You just smirk.

“Oh yeah. He wouldn’t stop talking, like, we like you, but he won’t shut up abo-” Jisung starts, and before you know it, Jeongin took your hand and left the two to chuckle by themselves.

“I didn’t know you had such a huge crush on me” you tease as he brings you to his room. It was just a joke since you guys have been dating for a few months.

“And I didn’t know where that shirt was, but I guess I found it” He drags you into him, hugging you, nuzzling his face in your hair that is covering your neck.

You hug him back, still giggling a bit.

“You look so amazing in my shirt”

#stray kids #bang chan #kim woojin #lee know #Lee Minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim Seungmin #i.n #yang jeongin #stray kids fluff #stray kids reactions #kpop reactions

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annakie · 4 years

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An Annotated Mass Effect Playthrough, Part Nine

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Wheren we run out of sidequests, so we head back to the Citadel already.

With the quest log pretty empty, I didn’t feel like flying around the galaxy hoping to bump into something Hackett wanted me to do already, so let’s go finish up some of those loose sidequests and pick up some more!

I didn’t grab a screenshot of this, but one of the mods (faster elevators maybe? Or MERe? IDK!) COMPLETELY removes the scanning component from getting on and off the ship.

I don’t remember the exact origins of this, but one tick Annakie Shepard has is... she really really fucking hates being scanned. And it probably was because of how long the scanning bit of getting on and off the ship here took, but I used to always try to outrun it if possible, or at least put up the effort. I’m so glad it’s not here at all.

The only acceptable scan is Chakwas scanning her for medical reasons, and even that is just barely ok.

Anyway, here we are, freshly not-scanned, heading right down to C-Sec to... oh no what’s this?

Ah. Yes. Mikhailovich. Here for inspection.

One of the reasons I cheat in Paragon points is that it’s nearly impossible to ever make Mikhailovich happy unless you don’t come back to the Citadel for a very long time. So maybe I could have gone to Noveria and done the Paragon Point Cheat, but one cheat or another, doesn’t really matter.

The Mikhailovich encounter is another one of those things that didn’t have to be in the game, but is great worldbuilding. Not everyone agrees with the Normandy being built, or the turian design, etc. Mikhailovich is right that some of the things we built here could have been tested in a lab, you know. It was a huge chunk of money, but it’ll be wrong later in thinking it’s a waste. He also again shows that people aren’t sure that working super close with the turians is a good idea, which, again, he’ll be wrong about, but it’s a good thing to see differing opinions on a lot of things.

Anyway, I like this bit not only for that reason but to see Kaidan’s salute.

Finally, after lingering at the dock for who-knows-how-long while the Admiral inspected our ship, we get down to C-Sec, ready to...

Oh what’s THIS now?

Time for another interview, this one a little more voluntary.

Khalisah Bint Sinan al-Jilani, Westerlund News.

She’s a character I have very mixed feelings about.

On one hand, well, I used to love to punch her out. And now I never do.

She’s clearly digging for an angle here in her interviews. She’s reporting for humanity, not the council races or galaxy as a whole. But answering her diplomatically here, she’s another character who questions you and what you’re doing, but doesn’t actually step over any lines. It’s more when you get testy with her here, she gets touchy back.

It would be a shitshow with the fanboys I think if you took out the option to hit here. But wow that moment... didn’t sit right, especially when it was an MShep doing it but it’s not a great look for Femshep either. Nobody should hit ANYBODY unless it’s actually necessary. Getting your feels hurt by a few tough, even unfair questions... does not call for punching.

Especially today when we’re already getting scary close to losing freedom of the press. Being diplomatic with her really nets the best responses in 2 and 3, as well.

And maybe if we hadn’t just gotten raked over the coals by Mikhailovich it’d be less grating to then get questioned by a reporter. But I find it interesting how the game keeps pushing and questioning Shepard, and maybe even trying to find holes where maybe Shepard or the Alliance isn’t completely right, or could be questioned.

Damnit, Chorban and Jahleed. Just kiss, already, neither of you are trying to kill the other!!

I do love that Chorban figures everything out based on your scans... just like... a couple of years too late. Anyway, I already finished all the scans, no way I’m not finishing this quest with Chorban for that sweet XP.

And YOU, using a girl with no undercover experience and putting her in Chora’s de-- what’s that? Conrad dies if I end this quest early? SIGH.

Also... Gideon Emery. So you’re fine. All is forgiven. I’ll do your dirty work.

Helena Blake! I DEFINITELY won’t forget to go speak to her, get back on the Normandy, do another planet quest, realize I didn’t speak to her, then go back to the Citadel just to actually pick up this quest, then pretend later on in this update that I remembered to speak to her all along!

I mean, speaking as if I were someone who hasn’t played the next two games, this is DEFINITELY SUSPICIOUS right?

I guess in a way, we did pull our gun on Conrad all along.

Just give me the damn mods.

Honestly, I love this part of the quest because you can COMPLETELY fuck up by being too goody-goody. I have probably had to reload after mindlessly clicking paragon answers more times than I care to admit. This time, I remembered to not obey the law.

The second reason I wanted to come back to the Citadel is that after one planetary mission, Morlan’s Iconic Armor shop (which, again, is thanks to ME1Recalibrated) sells special armor for Kaidan, that looks like his ME2 armor, so he has his own unique look.

A picture from later, once the armor texture is loaded correctly. (Turns out it required a restart.)

I LOVE IT. Thank you, MERecalibrated team! Welcome to Kaidan’s look for the rest of the game.

Let’s head up to the presidium!

Whoops, shoulda brought Ashley along. I’m sure whatever he wanted to talk about can wait til later.

BTW, that gif isn’t sped up.

If you don’t have the console enabled and aren’t setting your out of combat runspeed to at least 800 whenever you’re anywhere you have a lot of running to do, then consider doing so. I’ve found 800 is the perfect amount of fast without leaving me slamming into walls constantly

The annoying thing is that every time you have a major area transition or have to reload the game, you have to do it again, but after the first time it’s 4 keystrokes.

` then up arrow, then [enter], then ` again.

Also your companions may fall behind, but that’s only an issue for the places they have ambient dialog. So mostly I start using it on the Citadel after going everywhere once, and then most of the time on the Normandy and sidequests.

Oh let’s talk to this nice lady. Oh no, her sister has been kidnapped, how sad!

Well, the poor woman deserves my help, I’m sure it’s all on the up-and-up. Sure, I’ll rescue your sister! I’m glad we have this friendly relationship that will be profitable and non-lethal forever!

You DID know that Anderson and Udina comment on each major mission afterwards, right? It took me more playthroughs than I care to admit to discover this.

Also, this is a kind of humanizing moment for Udina here. He tells us how the council isn’t happy that we lost the prothean ruins at Therum, then Anderson stands up for us (we love you, Space Dad), and then he actually really backs off and says in a much softer tone “I know, I know. But we all get judged on how you behave.”

And again, we’re not meant to love how he says it, but um, Udina is right. Everything we do has repercussions throughout the Citadel, and sometimes the Galaxy.

Poor Liara, the only one left without an iconic armor in ME1.

Also, like Tali earlier, she hilariously has lines in quests we turn in or make updates to that she has no business knowing about. I guess she read all the questlogs while traveling back to the Citadel.

While we’re here on the Citadel, let’s take a flycam visit around to the edge of the room, shall we?

So we’re heading out, towards this building, past the Mass Relay sculpture.

What you can see as soon as you’re near it and then over it, is that that building hides the seam where the water meets map.

From just beyond it, there’s the apartment-looking building, for whatever reason you can see through the textures on the other side, leaving just the roofs/floors visible (the slats).

It took quite a while to go this far, but eventually, you can find the invisible wall where the cars spawn from, and not long after, the map ends. The map is very curved, btw, that’s no illusion. There’s no chance you could see this far without flycam.

Looking back, you can see the bridges in the distance, but the Relay sculpture and where Shepard is standing is very far away, quite difficult to see even if the full-sized screenshot.

I love how huge these maps are. It makes the illusions really work and the sense of scale works BECAUSE it is actually just... that big.

Well, back to smaller issues.

Again, a great quest not only from a memorability perspective, but a worldbuilding one.

How does religion work in this galaxy? Well, some people still have it. Enough that there’s laws in governing how people are able to spread that religion. I think that the council actually enacted a fairly sensible law here -- they cannot allow zealots to take over near the seat of government, but also people should be free to worship as they please.

I myself am a person of faith who, despite being brought up in a HIGHLY Evangelical movement, now very much believes that people should be able to worship as they choose, (or not at all!) but also that faith is a private matter and shouldn’t be forced on others.

So yeah, the hanar is being unreasonable, but should still be spoken to with respect. It’s good that this particular hanar takes it well.

I am honestly dying to know how the hanar deal with the absolute proof that the Enkindlers were just... people. I mean we saw the one hanar in ME3 react to Javik, but you have to think that the religion as a whole must get shaken up a great deal after the game ends.

Also... seriously read Mass Effect: Annihilation (the quarian ark book).

Anyway, I like resolving this peacefully and getting the hanar to leave peacefully. Calling someone a big stupid jellyfish is hilarious in the moment, but not so nice once you think about it.

Ah, Michael and Rebekah.

I love this quest because... it’s not cut and dry.

I don’t think either of them is wrong. I think they’re facing a tough choice and they both have good points.

For a long time, though, my response has been that it’s Rebekah’s body, her choice.

But the funny thing was, this time when I was playing, I didn’t see this as just an allegory to a woman’s right to choose. From Michael’s POV, it’s more of an allegory to Anti-Vaxx. Obviously back in 2007 when the game came out Anti-Vaxx wasn’t nearly as much as a concern as it is now, so I love that this small part of the game actually grew more meaningful over time.

Yes, there’s a SMALL chance you could hurt the child from the procedure, but a greater chance of harm if you don’t. I had a harder time choosing this time, like, oh, am I going to lean a bit more towards being pro-choice, or pro-vaxxination? I’m pro both of those things??

I still sided with Rebekah. Mostly because I know the kid turns out OK either way.

Well, for a couple of years, at least.

Emily! You changed your clothes! What’s that? You want me to plant bugs? Won’t someone notice?

Guess not. Not even this bug.

I’m sad that this is the last we’ll see of Emily Wong face to face. But hey, a good reporter, and good person. :salute:

Kahoku... thank you for finding out about Cerberus and telling us. The first time we hear the word I think, in the game?

You will be avenged.

Welp time to head up to the ship and go off on some sidequ--

I mean... Uh, time to go talk to Helena Blake, OBVIOUSLY.

(Also Liara you cannot climb that wall, stahp.)

I love them having just a bad bitch like Helena with her sneaky-plan to kill her business partners so totally above the board by Shepard, but hey, she’s just a concerned citizen giving tips to law enforcement, right? She’s awful, and she knows it, and she’s cool with it.

Well, since Ashley magically appeared in the party without me going to the Normandy AT ALL, as long as we’re here, let’s go talk to Samesh Bhatia

A great moment for Ashley, remembering her friend, and treating her husband with so much care and kindness. OBVIOUSLY we can do this very easy thing for him.

Fuck, this just got a lot more complicated.

I love this quest because it puts you between a rock and a hard place. Again, neither side is wrong. Samesh SHOULD have his wife’s body back. But it IS important research.

For a long time, I didn’t give a shit about the research and would get the body back, no matter what.

But so many more lives are saved with the research. So this time I ask him to understand, and he does. But it never sits quite right, either way.

As my other SciFi favorite franchise* reminds us in one of its most poignant moments... Sometimes the needs of the many do outweigh the needs of the one.

Okay now we’re heading back to the Normandy for the first time this update, and next time, back out into space!

*Star Wars is a Space Opera, not SciFi.

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charrywoman · 5 years

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Picking Daisy.

Part 3

A/N: It’s only fitting that Shawn & Daisy end their story right where it started. Thank you all so much for enjoying Picking Daisy and showing it so much love and positivity!! I’m sad that it’s over :( (btw Shawn in Señorita is EXACTLY how I have pictured him throughout the series) Also, send in requests if you want to!

A tight frown stretched itself across your lips as you slammed the small empty glass back onto the granite countertop. You had lost count of how many shots you had taken somewhere around the same time that your vision had begun to blur, and no amount of loud music or strong alcohol seemed to be easing the guilt and grief that had consumed your emotions these past few weeks.

But at least you were comforted by that fact that, according to one of the lingering frat boys, “There’s no way in hell Mendes would step foot near this party!”

“So,” Jordan rested his weight against the counter. “Is it wrong of me to ask you to dance?”

Sober, you would’ve disagreed, but before you knew it the two of you had bounced and shaken until a thin layer of sweat formed beneath your fitted pink dress.

Just when you thought your lungs were going to burst, a slow song came through the speakers. The alcohol made your body feel heavy and dull as you attempted to move in sync with the slow tempo.

“Mind if I cut in?” Mentally, you cursed the boy from earlier as you looked up to find Shawn stood beside of you. For the first time in your drunken state, you felt embarrassed.

“Don’t you always?” Shawn ignored Jordan’s comment, sliding in between you anyway.

“I thought you weren’t coming?”

“I wasn’t, but Brian said you were here. I had to come.” He didn’t appear angry or hurt or even shocked, just blank.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have sworn things had never changed. All evidence of the night you left him had disappeared, leaving only the stinging memories to remind you.

“This is our song, ya know?” You leaned back to giggle up at him.

“Shawn, we don’t have a song.”

He smiled and nodded. “This is the song that was playing the first night we met.”

You pulled away from him completely, suddenly met with the same feeling you had the morning you moved out. Your eyes were beginning to gloss over, but you refused to be a sobbing mess at a frat party so you scurried through the pool of people surrounding the makeshift dance floor and out the front door.

An annoyed Shawn was hot on your heels, but you didn’t stop running.

“Dammint, Daisy!” He locked his hand around your wrist once he caught up. “I love you, okay? And you’re not going anywhere until you sober up and we figure this out.”

His words drained every bit of alcohol from your body and you froze in place, scared to move.

For a moment, you two were silent. “Please come home with me?”

You still didn’t face him. “Where’s your car?”

Frustration overtook your body as you stumbled into Shawn’s apartment, the one place you had worked so hard to run from.

“You can’t just keep chasing me, Shawn! I don’t belong to you! I can’t belong to you! You’re not the guy--” He narrowed his eyes, waiting for you to finish.

“...you’re not the guy that girls belong to.”

In the second it had taken him to turn around to face you, his expression had hardened into anger. He stomped toward you, leaning into your face.

“WELL, I BELONG TO YOU.” His voice seemed to boom off of the walls that surrounded you. You met his glare, refusing to even flinch.

Shawn looked at your lips, panting. “I belong to you,” he whispered, his anger melting once he realized how close you were.

Before you could think of a reason not to, you grabbed his face, pressing your lips against his. Without hesitation, Shawn lifted you into his arms. In a few long strides, he carried you into his bedroom, both of you crashing to the bed.

You yanked his shirt over his head, fumbling with the button of his jeans. He covered your hands with his own, jerking the button open and shuffling them off into the floor. You guided his hands to the back of your dress, urging him to unzip it. Once he obliged, you pulled it over your head and tossed it into the darkness.

Shawn kissed you, moaning against your mouth. A few movements later, his boxers were off and his chest was pressed to yours. You grabbed his lower back, but when you tried to pull him into you he resisted.

“You’re drunk,” he mumbled, breathing hard.

“Please.” You were more than ready to spend the night tangled up in his sheets.

Shawn sighed, running a hand through his damp curls. “This isn’t right,”

You weren’t sure what it was that always seemed to draw the two of you together, but you were tired of fighting it. RIght now, you didn’t need an explanation; in fact, you didn’t even want one. You just wanted Shawn.

“But I want you.”

“I need you to say it,” he said.

“I’ll say whatever you want.” Your insides were aching for him. His touch, his taste.

“Then say you belong to me. I won’t do this unless we’re together.”

Your lips turned up into a smile. “We’ve never really been apart have we?”

Shawn shook his head, easing himself off your body.

“Fine,” You gulped, knowing everything was getting ready to change between the two of you.

“I’ve been yours since the second we met.”

Shawn leaned down to kiss you, and this time he didn’t resist as you pulled him against you.

“Promise me, Daisy.” It wasn’t a question, it was a command.

“I love you, Shawn. I’ll love you forever.” His muscles tensed as he slid inside of you and your last few words staggered more into a sigh than a sentence.

Finally satisfied, he thrusted into you again. And again. And again.

You awoke the next morning to Shawn peppering kisses along your cheek. Your head felt heavy and foggy from the multiple drinks you had the night before, but the hour before you fell asleep replayed in your mind.

“Good morning,” It felt nice to wake up in Shawn’s bed again.

He remained speechless, yet hugged your frame tighter against his own.

“Someone’s quiet this morning,” you said. “Did I miss something?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. Why don’t you just go back to sleep?” You noticed his eyes were bloodshot and lined with bags.

“Have you slept?” He shook his head again, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips.

“I...I couldn’t. I didn’t want you to leave me again.” He seemed uncomfortable as if the words were difficult to say.

You trailed your hands along his naked back. “I’m not going anywhere, Shawn.”

“So you’ll stay here? With me?” You nodded.

A huge smile crept across his tired face as he tucked himself under the covers, pulling you closer. “I fucking love you, Daisy.”

#shawn mendes imagine #shawn x reader #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes #shawn mendes au #shawn mendes fanfic #badboy!shawn #college!shawn #shawn mendes one shot #angst!shawn #beautiful disaster

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reddeadmort · 5 years

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Hmm dunno if you do modern Arthur ones but I'd love a modern or time-travelling Arthur reacting to snapchat filters. Can includes other gang members too, whomever you feel like writing.

Thank you for being so patient @nordic-breeze ! This started as just a general Arthur and social media, but then kind of accidentally evolved into a slight commentary of issues that women sometimes face. Not too sure on this one, but I hope it’s along the lines of what you were hoping for :)

If anyone wants a bit of background reading/scene setting, I wrote some HC’s for my take on Modern Arthur - they can be found here.

Btw, the catcalls/comments are real ones, taken from videos on youtube. And, tbh, they are some of the milder ones that feature.

Modern Arthur x f! reader | “Surely that’s enough photos now….”

Guidance: Minor fluff, protective Arthur, catcalling/sexual comments/threats

Words: 2.1k

“I just….. I don’t understand? Why do I need to be in the picture, surely it’s the skyline they want to see?”

Arthur was standing in the doorway of your balcony, facing away from you, looking out over the city. He was topless, leaning against the door frame with his arms and ankles crossed.

“Arthur, they’re following you to see YOU, not some boring modern buildings” you chuckled, as you took yet another photo.

You’d waited a while before introducing Arthur to the concept of social media; you didn’t really use it all that much yourself. You quite enjoyed using Snapchat, it was an easy way to keep up to date with your friends back home. Arthur had asked what you were doing during one of your selfie sessions sat next to him on the sofa; you’d shown him some of filters, but they completely befuddled him.

When you’d flicked on the flower crown, he’d looked frantically between your head and the face on the screen, muttering “but there’s nothing there…” to himself. He’d practically jumped over the back of the couch when you’d done a face swap with him; it was all a bit too much. He’d spent the rest of the evening in a bit of a confused grump, occasionally pausing Netflix to ask a question - “why do people want to take so many pictures of their own face”, “why do they change how you look so much” “why would you want to look like a dog”. You tried explaining that it was just a bit of fun, but knew when a concept was a lost cause.

Arthur was much happier to help you out with your Instagram. You didn’t post that often, mostly nice photos you’d taken on your treks. But Arthur enjoyed helping you with pictures, and the man did have an artistic flair; he’d gotten pretty good at framing the photos. He’d even started taking some pictures of his work building treehouses, mostly just to show you. Eventually, you managed to persuade him that posting these to Instagram might help promote his business; he’d agreed, but only under the proviso that you dealt with the actual posts/timings/hashtags etc. You had got a few good leads for his work through Instagram, but those jobs were mostly for rich families that had more money than sense. Arthur didn’t love doing these projects, they always ended being more 4 bedroom houses on stilts than rustic treehouses, but they did mean that he could afford to do builds for local charities at less than cost price.

But you knew that the main reason people followed Arthur was for Arthur, no matter how beautiful his work was. And so here you were, once again making him reluctantly pose for yet another picture.

“There we go, plenty to choose from now. You’re free to go now Arthur.” He let out an audible sigh of relief as he walked over to you to have a look at what you’d taken.

“I really don’t see why this is a good picture. All you can see is me pretty much.” Arthur shook his head. “Those ones that fella took of animals back in my time were much better”.

“Arthur, I’ve got 4 words for you: shoulder to waist ratio.”

“I’ll pretend I know what that means” he grunted as he pulled his t-shirt back on over his head. It had a Thor design on it; Arthur had become quite keen on Marvel. That photo you’d posted on your Instagram of him messing around, pretending to pull something out of the ground (copying the first Thor film), had got thousands of likes, despite you only having a few hundred followers. It was at that point you’d decided to set up his own account.

“Anyway Y/N, we best be goin’ to the gym if we want to eat before bed.”

“Yeh, good point, I’ll go grab my stuff.” You went to grab your workout bag with your clothes in from your bedroom as Arthur went and got changed into his, then started the short walk to the gym. As you walked, you chatted, then Arthur asked you a question.

“Here, Y/N, how come you don’t wear your gym clothes? Why’d ya always get changed there? We only live a few streets away.”

“Because, Arthur, I don’t like the attention I get. It’s not so bad when we walk together, but if I’m by myself…. It makes me uncomfortable. It can be pretty bad even if I’m not wearing my workout stuff.”

“I don’t understand? What attention?”

Sighing, you came to a stop, looking around.

“Look, Arthur, see that group of lads sat outside that shop?” you pointed up the street. “I see them a lot. I hear them a lot. Just walk behind me a bit, close enough to hear what they say, not so close that they think we’re together.”

“Alright, but I don’t really know why. They usually don’t say anything to me.”

“Arthur, that’s because you’re not a… never mind, just follow and listen, okay? And only listen. Whatever you hear, DON’T do anything, promise?”

Arthur grunted as you walked off, then followed behind as instructed. As you suspected, even though you weren’t wearing your gym leggings and sports top, the lads quickly took notice of you.

“Hey what’s up girl, how you doin’!”

“Smile baby!”

“That’s a gorgeous ass, I’d like to hold you down while I slap it”

“Hey bitch, we’re complimenting you, you should thank us!”

You controlled your breathing and continued to walk at a steady pace, stopping in a doorway further up the street so Arthur could catch up. When he did, he looked furious.

“I’m gonna kill ‘em.” He muttered through clenched teeth.

“Arthur, you can’t. And anyway, there’s like 6 of them and one of you. Let’s not get you arrested or killed, alright?”

“But…. they shouldn’t be sayin’ those things (Y/N)! It ain’t right.” You could see him clenching and unclenching his fists.

“No Arthur, it isn’t. And I hate that because of men like them I’ve changed my behaviour and changed what I wear. But I do it to try and make myself feel safer, cause one day, someone may do more than just say things.”

Arthur wrapped his large arms around you and hugged you tight. “I’m sorry (Y/N), sorry that I didn’t understand.”

“It’s alright Arthur, now come on, we want to get to the gym while it’s not too busy.”

Arthur was quieter than normal as you walked the rest of the way – you could tell he was mulling things over. Being yanked from his time into the modern world had made him a bit naïve; it baffled him that 100 or so years later, some of the same issues still existed.

——-

Arthur was indeed thinking about what he’d heard, but he was also thinking about what he himself had said in the past. Some of those off-hand comments to prostitutes in the saloons, things he’d said to Karen when she’d been drunk…….

You thought he was a good man, and here and now he’d done nothing to prove you wrong, but every so often a memory of his past would float up, reminding him of the things he used to do. But he’d been given a second chance - this time, he was determined to do better.

—–

You had a good workout; you always did with Arthur. You would chat and laugh together, and he was always great at motivating and encouraging you. You helped out each other’s routines where you could, but one thing you could not do was spot him. For god’s sake, the man benched way more than you even weighed. When it came time for this part of his workout, you left him with some of the other gym guys he’d grown friendly with and went to do your cardio. You didn’t love running on a treadmill, but in the city it was really the only option.

You were in your own little world when you noticed a man stood to your side talking to you. He was smiling at you; you took your headphones out, assuming he wanted to ask how much longer you’d be.

“Hello gorgeous.” Those words, from someone you didn’t know, gave you chills. “I’d love to give you some tips.”

“I’m alright thanks” you said as you gave a slight smile. It was one that you’d carefully crafted over the years; not quite big enough to encourage someone, not too small as to risk being called rude.

“No, sweetcheeks, you realllllly need my help. Here…..” As the man said it, he stepped even closer and put his hand on your back, while you were still jogging.

You slammed the stop on the machine and turned as quickly as you could away from him.

“I said I’m fine, please don’t touch me.” You were forceful, but not loud – you really didn’t want to cause a scene in the middle of the gym.

“Bitch, you need my help. You need teaching a thing or two.” The man grabbed at you again, this time managing to get your wrist. He was big, strong, you tried to pull away but you couldn’t. Sod not causing a scene, you thought, I’m getting this fucker banned.

You were about to scream at the man when suddenly he let you go. This had something to do with the fact that an enraged, sweating Arthur had grabbed him by the front of his shirt and was practically lifting him off the ground. Arthur wasn’t much larger than him, but much stronger; Arthur wasn’t a poser, he worked out for strength, relaxation, not definition.

“I think the lady said she’s fine without you goddammit” he snarled into the man’s face.

“What the fuck do you care buddy” the man retorted back, pushing Arthur away. “Me and this bitch need to do some more talking.” This man either had balls of steel or was a complete moron. You suspected the latter; a case of more muscles than brain cells.

“No, mister, me and you need to do some talkin’. And I think my friends might want to help with that.“ The man paled as he finally looked past Arthur.

Turning, you saw what he’d just seen; 3 of Arthur’s gym friends, each of them the same size or even larger than Arthur. You knew these guys, they were always polite, always happy to help you when some other arsehole had left some massive weights on a stand you wanted to use. And, as an added bonus, one of them was the gym’s manager.

“I’ll finish this with you another time girly” the man hissed at you, before quickly turning and walking away as Arthur took a step forwards.

“No he bloody won’t. Y/N, I’m so sorry about this, I’ll go and get him revoked right away” said the manager. “I’ll also make sure that the office send round his picture to all the local gyms, try and stop him doing it elsewhere. If you want me to ring someone, just say.” You nodded and smiled, as the others went back to what they were doing. Arthur stayed with you, checking your wrist.

“You alright (Y/N)? I’m sorry for intervenin’, I know ya could’ve handled him, I just saw red. Especially after what you showed me earlier.”

“Yeh, I’m fine, thanks Arthur” you smiled at him as he rubbed your bruised wrist. “I just wish it wasn’t something I had to deal with, you know?”

“Yeh, I know. I just don’t understand why nothin’ much has really changed. At least back with the gang I could deal with someone that did stuff like this properly.” As you looked into his eyes, you could see that glimmer of animalistic rage that appeared occasionally. Arthur had done well to adjust to modern life, but you knew that sometimes he struggled with not being able to fight his way out of situations. It had worked well for him for years back in his time - to a point anyway.

“Come on Arthur, why don’t we go and do a little bit on the punching bags to cool off. We can take a few more pictures.”

Arthur groaned. “Surely we’ve got enough pictures already?”

“Stop your whining, I know you secretly love the attention.” You jokingly stuck your tongue out out him. “Tell you what, I’ll treat you to dinner on the way back after, to say thanks for being my big burly cowboy.” You knew Arthur liked it when you called him a cowboy, it always made him laugh and think of some of those ridiculous films.

“Sound’s like a plan, Y/N. As long as I getta choose.”

“So, Five Guys again then.” Arthur grinned as you sighed, smiling, and went to finish your workout.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x f reader #arthur morgan #modern arthur morgan #arthur morgan fluff #my work #arthur morgan fic #fanfic #red dead fanfic #rdr2 #rdr2 x reader

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tonystarktogo · 7 years

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Can you give me a Villain! Rumlow going on dates with (kidnapping) Tony and the Team not being supportive even though he starts assisting Iron Man on the field and practically lives in the tower Maybe post CA:CW for the angst?

Brock and Tony? Why, of course, darling! I will always support this pairing!

Btw this is my 1000th Post!!! So of course I had to make it a little longer :) I even managed to add in some light bitter Sunday-ness, but I kept it very light, mostly just focused on Tony moving on. I think you should be able to enjoy this no matter how you stand on the CW fallout, but let me know if you disagree and I will tag it accordingly.

Also tagging @darkly-stark and @susieeslei because Brock and Tony.

It starts with one of Tony’s spur-of-the-moment decisions that always end up being either phenomenal or catastrophic, and never anything in between. The vote is still out on this particular one though.

Because Tony is seated in his favourite restaurant when he walks in–more like slams the doors open and pushes a startled waiter out of his way as he strides towards Tony’s nicely decorated table. And just as he’s been served his main course too.

For a long moment Tony blinks up at Brock Rumlow who is positively brimming with volatile determination, then looks back down at his plate. The food, as always, looks delicious.

“Why don’t you join me?” Tony blurts out before he can think better of it.

Rumlow stills, a flutter of what might have been confusion briefly flashing across his face.

“Please, sit down,” Tony gestures towards the unoccupied chair, having already decided to roll with this. He’s not been gutted yet, which can only be a good sign. “My treat of course.” He flashes his brightest smile and–much to his surprise, not that he’ll ever admit it–Rumlow does indeed sit down.

He looks as surprised as Tony which makes Tony feel better about this situation. Resisting the urge to gape–go with it, go with it, totally going with it–Tony turns and waves over the first waiter who crawls out from where he’s taken cover under a table.

“Could you get me another menu, please?” Tony asks with all the nonchalance his life as a public persona has trained into him. “Oh, and another whiskey.” He takes one look at Rumlow who is sort of glaring–or maybe that’s his normal expression, who knows–at the menu and adds, “Make that two.”

Rumlow spends most of the meal glaring daggers at anyone and anything unlucky enough to catch his attention. Tony spends most of the meal expecting a fight to break out any second.

The food is delicious though.

From one moment to the next the bar goes silent. It’s Tony’s first clue that something is wrong. The second is the slow, measured footsteps cutting through the silence, definitely, definitely heading in his direction. The third is the one everyone turns in their chairs to stare at him.

Tony refuses to turn around from where he’s sitting at the bar, slumped over an almost empty glass. There is probably a gun aimed at his head by now, but fuck if he cares.

It’s been a shit day long before lunch time got around. Tony is in no mood to entertain anyone, would-be killer or otherwise.

“Want a drink?” he asks, not bothering to look whom he’s offering it too.

Another moment of silence passes, before a familiar voice grumbles “You’re paying, Stark,” and well.

That’s how Tony finds himself sharing a drink with Brock Rumlow for the second time this month. It’s not as bad as it probably should be.

It wasn’t supposed to be a thing. Really. Tony doesn’t even realise it’s become a thing until the bartender at his standard I-want-to-disappear-and-not-have-anyone-talk-to-me-the-whole-time-I’m-there bar greets him with a “Your usual?” and fills two glasses.

The worst part is, when Rumlow slides into his seat next to Tony a couple of minutes later, he’s not even surprised.

It has definitely become a thing.

Tony likes to think he’s quite good at keeping his private and professional life separated–whether or not the evidence supports this statement is another matter.

In any case, despite Brock Rumlow’s unfortunate status as a villain, meeting up with the man semi-regularly for a drink and a long, surprisingly comfortable silence, has been uncomplicated. Almost suspiciously so. Tony has JARVIS on the look-out for any trap Rumlow might be trying to lay, but so far nothing has come from it.

Tony isn’t about to let his guard down, of course, but for the time being figuring out Rumlow’s hidden motives isn’t a top priority. He’s got more urgent problems. Like that giant, ball of a glibbering, highly corrosive mass currently eating away at this suit. His metal suit. At a disturbing pace.

If Tony had still been able to move, it might not have been such a big problem. He probably could’ve gotten out of this whatever-it-is before the acid reached his fleshy parts. As it is, the suit is down. So is the communication. And Tony is effectively trapped.

It’s not the kind of death he would’ve wished for himself, but genius or not, he’s rapidly running out of time and options.

There is a sudden jolt, and then Tony is flying. He hits the ground hard a moment later, accompanied by a lot of creaks and cracks, the suit far too damaged to bear the weight of the fall the way he usually would.

His suit is little more than a deadweight still, dented and torn open in several places at this point, and it takes Tony a couple of minutes to bend the emergency release lash to his will. Literally. By the time he’s managed to free himself, the battle is finally over, and the rest of his team are looking for him.

Tony brushes them off with a quick and an easy smile. Just another near-death experience, hitting it close but not too close. He’s getting used to that. It’s not a big deal.

Later that night, Tony has JARVIS pull up any and all surveillance data on the fight. Until he finds the hooded figure reaching into the corrosive goo and pulling him out. Until he identifies the gait, the self-made claw-like conceptions used to drag him free.

He deletes all the evidence moments later, a pensive frown on his face.

Two days later Tony buys Brock Rumlow another drink. Neither of them mention the last Avengers’ mission.

There’s a dirty spot on the bar, right next to a small bowl of cashews. Tony would know. He’s been staring at it for the past seventeen minutes. At least it hasn’t moved.

A drink is set down in front of him with a soft click. His usual order. Except he’s never been to this place before.

Tony turns around, only to come face to face with Brock Rumlow.

Absently, Tony notes that he’s not even surprised.

Still. He raises a questioning eyebrow.

There’s no ‘Sorry your team is broken beyond repair’ or ‘Must have sucked to get back from a Siberian bunker without a functional suit, how’d you do it?’ or even ‘Fine mess, those Accords, huh? How’re you holding up?’.

All Tony gets is a non-committed shrug, and a grumbled, “Figured it’s my turn to pay the tab.”

Somehow, it’s enough.

There’s another mutant kid running around midtown, that wants the world to pay for all the unfulfilled hopes and crushed dreams, for all the times it was scorned and abandoned and left behind.

Tony can relate. He refuses to stand by and let it happen all the same.

Vision and Spiderman are slowly finding their rhythm in a fight, but the Avengers–what’s left of them–don’t hold the same kind of power they used to anymore.

When Crossbones joins the fray, Tony finds himself hoping he won’t have to fight on two fronts. It’s the first time in a while that his hopes are met.

Officially Tony can’t turn Crossbones’ help down, whenever Rumlow feels like offering. It burns, just a bit, even now, that for all that it presents a convenient excuse, it’s also true.

Rhodey is recovering, but it’s a slow process, and three players in the field aren’t enough. Especially when you’re on the defence and have civilians to protect.

Unofficially working with Rumlow isn’t bad, not that Tony would ever admit such a thing. Maybe he’s a little too fond of violence sometimes, a little too careless when it comes to collateral damage, but he works well with the team–are they a team yet, when Tony can’t ever bring himself to refer to them as such?–and hasn’t let them down yet.

After one of their less destructive skirmishes, Tony hands Rumlow a transmitter for one of their frequencies–not the official one of course. It’s as close to an induction as they get, with the UN committee for inter- and extra-national security watching them closely.

Rumlow settles a lot of their shared tabs these days.

He pays.

Tony used to check. He hasn’t bothered in a while.

The first time Rumlow kidnaps Tony is right after a gruesome battle that almost costs Spiderman his life. He just–takes Tony.

Once Spidey is confirmed to be alive and well, Tony doesn’t even have the strength to fight him anymore.

It’s not as bad as it could have been. There are no evil lairs, to terrified minions, no threats. There’s just a beach–Tony has forgotten how much he missed it, the crashing waves, the smell of salt and water, the wind–no people as far as Tony can see, except for them. They drink iced coffee, and kick sand at each other’s feet, and Rumlow never comments on the fact that Tony doesn’t go deeper than ankle-height into the water.

The public is freaking out. General Ross is frothing at the mouth. Spidey sends a ‘Back at school now will you stop having FRIDAY set my alarm already?’ text, followed by a lot of glaring emojis.

Rumlow hands him a virgin Pina Colada.

Tony hasn’t felt this warm since Siberia.

They come back eventually. His former team mates. It was always going to happen, Tony knows. Eventually. He’s been preparing for this day from the beginning, perhaps even before they ever fought at that German airport.

Doesn’t mean Tony is ready when it finally happens.

Rumlow isn’t there when the plane touches the ground. Tony grits his teeth together and smiles for the cameras.

Working together again, the new Avengers side by side with the old ones, goes about as smoothly as you would expect. Which is to say not at all. They’re out of sync, and it becomes painfully obvious the first time they’re sent out together how much it affects them in the field.

They win. Barely.

Tony sends Spidey home before Rogers even has the chance to announce a recap. He doesn’t want the kid around when the shouting starts, and there will be shouting. All of them are too frustrated with their less than stellar performance for a calm, rational discussion.

At least, Tony assumes they are. He’s never gets the chance to find out for sure. Because that’s when Crossbones shows up.

With minions. A lot of minions.

It takes Tony approximately fifteen seconds to work out that they’re a distraction. It takes the rest of the definitely-not-a-team half a minute longer.

By that point, it’s already too late: Crossbones and Iron Man have disappeared without a trace.

“You can’t keep kidnapping me every time I’m–” Tony trails off. Can’t quite bring himself to say the unspoken ‘about to be alone with them’ out loud.

It would reveal too much. Acknowledge too much. Tony isn’t very good at acknowledging what he doesn’t want to be true. Or what he wants too much to be true, for that matter.

“I’m a villain,” Brock–he’s been Brock for a while now, and Tony still isn’t sure whether he likes that or not–snorts disdainful. “I can do whatever I want.”

There’ll be a lot of screaming later. A lot of accusations and rumours and arguments. Of that Tony has no doubt.

He leans a little closer with a teasing smile all the same. “Oh?” He hums thoughtfully. “And what is it you want right now?”

The world is a mess. The Avengers are broken beyond repair. Crossbones loves violence a little too much. Brock has a nice smile.

Tony is warm.

Tony Stark’s spur-of-the-moment decisions always end up being either phenomenal or catastrophic, and never anything in between.

Sometimes, on rare occasions, they are both.

Please let me know what you think, guys! Have you boarded this particular rare pair ship yet?

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unicyclehippo · 7 years

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Alex learning how to help Kara deal with everything being so MUCH on Earth- how to ground her when she's overwhelmed, stuff like that. (Your writing of Kara is amazing btw)

part one (alex will be in part two sry)

it’s not that she’s scared of loud noises or that she can’t deal with them, that’s not it at all. she fights aliens with guns that sound like cannons and when she punches through the air, the boom makes her ears ring for a second. so, no, loud noises don’t upset her.

except when they’re unexpected.

at catco, people don’t yell. they certainly don’t yell at kara. except miss grant, but kara expects that. and, of course, during heated meetings but again, that’s to be expected.

so at ten to ten on a tuesday morning, kara doesn’t expect to have men shouting at one another in the small space in front of her desk, or for one of them to turn on her and yell with such force that his face is turning an unnatural puce.

she watches spittle hit her desk like it’s in slow motion, and falls back, in the face of the unfamiliar, on anything that all that is familiar.

“how can i help you?” she asks, voice bright and sweet and, she knows, the perfect customer service voice.

“you can get cat from whatever fucking den she’s crawled into and get her here,” he yells and kara knows that she’s in a meeting with her legal team downtown so that’s not possible. “ask her why she thinks she can afford to cut us, if she thinks she’s gonna be worth shit without me,”

“miss grant isn’t available at the moment,” she tells him firmly, because that’s the unofficial rule one of the office: cat doesn’t come when she’s called. she certainly doesn’t come when a puce faced man yells about losing the job he barely even worked for. “i can make an appointment for you,” she offers, and she jumps when he slams his hand down on the top of her desk and scatters her things.

“get her here. now.”

“i’ll make a call,” kara tells him, and buzzes through to security. “hi sean, can you send a team up to miss grant’s office?” the puce faced mans face twists and now, she thinks a little dazedly, he looks a bit like a prune, and he grabs the vase off her desk and smashes it into the glass door of cats office.

it’s loud - so loud - and kara thinks he’s going to stop there but the glass door didn’t smash, just the vase, and he grabs her telephone next and throws that too and kara jumps to her feet, backs away. cat never instructed her what to do in a moment like this: it’s work and he’s human, and when kara cuts out any response that might be to stop him, she isn’t left with very concrete responses.

but then he throws her paper clip bowl and that’s what makes the door shatter. three strikes, and the whole thing spiderwebs and then bursts and it’s so loud, seemingly endless, glass tinkling down like a waterfall.

james bursts out of the stairwell, stops dead when he sees the destruction, and then when he sees kara standing frozen he starts up again and grabs the man by the back of his shirt and slams him into a chair.

“kara, you okay?” james looks worried and she nods, turns, and walks into cat’s office and out onto the balcony. she waits, head lifted toward the sun. she doesn’t have to wait long - james stays to talk to security and then he quickly follows her.

“hey,” he murmurs and she shakes her hands out before turning to him. when she gets like this, alex has almost always been with her. or she’s been at home at least. and what she needs is to hug someone familiar, be somewhere familiar, and she steps toward him and hopes that he won’t turn her away because she’s about three seconds away from shutting down completely and, and she doesn’t, she doesn’t know what she would do if she shut down here at work. cry, probably, and end up getting fired when cat sees.

the fear must show on her face because james’s forehead crinkles and he steps close. “what’s wrong? did you lose your powers, did you get hurt?” he runs his fingers over her hands and wrists and then cups her face, drags his thumbs over her cheeks and wipes the glass dust on his jeans. he plucks a few larger pieces from her hair and kara squeezes her eyes shut and leans slowly, slowly, gently, forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder.

“oh.”

she keeps very still, a small part hoping he won’t push her away, but most of her wrapped up in hitting all the notes of familiarity she needs. his shirt is soft, he smells like james like sweat and ink and some sharp undertone of chemical she knows he uses for his home photo developing. he is warm and tall and - he lays a hand on her back, right between her shoulder blades and rubs carefully, and kara lets out a long shuddering breath.

“kara,” he murmurs, and she shakes her head a little. not yet. she’s not ready yet.

they stand there like that until james’s starts shifting, feet aching, and then kara pulls away. she still feels unsteady and her hands twist and she tugs at her fingers and james looks like he wants to pull her back to give her that little bit of comfort again but he obviously hears what kara hears, only a moment later, and lowers his hands.

“kiera…and my art director whom i pay exorbitant amounts of money to work not comfort.” cat tosses her handbag down on her couch, props her hands on her hips and glares at the door shattered on the floor like its destruction was its own fault and she expected better. “kiera, get someone in to take away the rest of the glass and replace it with that bulletproof version that doesn’t shatter no matter what you do to it. i want one with a supergirl guarantee.”

“a supergirl guarantee?” james asks, because kara doesn’t.

“that even she can’t break.”

“i don’t think that exists,” he points out, and cat shrugs.

“that’s kiera’s problem. what is kiera’s problem?”

“oh.” james frowns gently, not quite a glare because one doesn’t really glare at cat without fearing for ones job. but kars doesn’t mind - cat’s not being mean, not really. she can tell because cat takes a half step toward her before twisting back and away like she’s just stretching a little. “she was there when he broke your door, it was kind of upsetting.”

“she got scared?” cat translates, looking surprised. she narrows her eyes at kara and she can’t help it, her hands start to shake again and this is where the unexpected starts to unfurl: the loud noises had only been the start of it, now kara has no idea what is going to happen. she tries to calm herself and say that no matter what does happen, alex will be there for her and eliza and she’s had plenty of job offers, but that route of thinking doesn’t soothe and she thinks instead of her blanket at home and the hole she’s rubbed into the corner and the weird knitted pattern that resulted in strange knots at even spacing that she can roll between her fingers and,

“is the balcony helping?” cat asks her, and kara is surprised enough to meet her eyes. she nods. “stay there then. james, get some work and come back. i don’t pay you to stand around looking handsome.” he hesitates and cat arches an annoyed brow. “go, go.”

“i’ll be right back,” james promises her, and gives her hand a squeeze, and kara focuses on other points.

the colour of scotch directly across from her, cats heels tapping on the floor, the cushion cat pushes into her hands.

“i have issues with physical contact otherwise i would hug you myself,” cat tells her, then crinkles her nose. “well, maybe i wouldn’t,” she admits, and kara grins and huffs a small laugh. “do you need anything?”

kara shakes her head no. she’s pretty well versed in self soothing, and cat handed her a cushion with little bumps that she can run her fingers over. she’s good.

“hmm. even i won’t make you sit at a desk strewn with glass. you can leave early. make up for it by staying to midnight tomorrow, i have a call with australia i anticipate will take at least that long.” kara nods. cat looks her over. “you know, i’m surprised. after several past employees trying to kill me, i thought you were used to it.”

kara pulls out her phone and cat lets her, not commenting on the lack of reply. then her computer beeps a little and cat checks her daily calendar. she lets out a short, surprised laugh and folds her hand under her chin to press her mouth closed. her lips still curl upward though and she looks amused over at kara.

“ten am, get attacked by incompetent man. thank you for the alert, kiera.”

#tagging my stories #kara danvers #and my man james #supergirl #spectrum kara

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Cain Ending 4

This was a really cool ending but it took me forever to find! There’s a very fine line you have to walk in order to trigger this ending... I’m still not 100% sure why you need to follow this path in order to trigger it but... I know that this is how you get it so I’ll share it with you (some endings I know that you need to piss him off a certain amount, or play into the ‘slave/pet’ role but for this one, I’m not 100% sure.... it bothers me! I know like 2 semi-different ways to get it... but still am not quite sure HOW it works...)

Cafe:

The café seems like a great place to go, laid back, friendly, maybe a bit high class, perfect! Lovely piano music pulls you inside, it’s trance-like. A beautiful man tells you the name of the song and invites you to sit with him. He’s so beautiful that you can’t help but stare at his face while you sit there. He teases you and asks if he has something on his face. You tell him that he’s just amazing on the keys and he chuckles, surely you didn’t come all this way just to hear him play? Say “Maybe I did just come here for the music. Is that a crime?” because like lordy, he is THAT good. He laughs and comments that you might want to reevaluate your priorities, coming to a café of all places just for music? How about some coffee, it is a café after all. He gets up and orders you something, how sweet! Then he officially introduces himself and hands you your drink. Now, it was sweet of him to order something for you but, be honest, “I don’t really like ice cream.” Cain takes it in stride though, realizing that it’s his bad; he takes your order and swaps it for the coffee he had. You enjoy your stuffs and then Cain sees what time it is and excuses himself, commenting that he hopes to see you again. Tell him “Have a good night!” and comment that he doesn’t seem like the type to have a bed time. He makes a comment about his age that intrigues you but doesn’t give you a straight answer on just how old he is… interesting… He leaves and you find a feather! But as soon as you touch it, your heart starts to pound and you don’t feel good (screen starts to pulse). You decide to head home, hoping the fresh air would help but by the time you rush to your apartment, you feel even worse! You crash, wanting to just feel better.

Cain’s House:

You eventually wake up because the sun is warming your face and you realize that it can’t be coming from your bedroom window. You open your eyes and yea... this isn’t your bedroom at all! There’s a note on the bedside table that says ‘Meet me in the living room’ but it isn’t signed... You don’t really have much choice so you get out of the bed and notice that you’re down to your underwear even though you don’t recall undressing earlier... You can’t help that though so you find your way to the living room, which is super fancy btw, and see Cain! He asks how you slept but considering he’s kidnapped you, why does he care? You don’t answer. You ask how you got to his house instead. He starts to laugh at you and then his body starts to change (static-y screen effects as Cain changes). His pretty boy features are gone, now he has black/red hair and yellow eyes. Cain answers you truthfully, saying that he brought you here. And you decide it’s time for you to leave; you start to back away, getting ready to run. As soon as you turn around, you run into an invisible barrier and hit the floor. Cain tsks and some invisible force grips your throat, choking you as you lie on the floor. He tells you that you can’t escape and you’re his new plaything, better accept it. Then he comes over and picks you up off the floor, wings suddenly spreading out from his back! Cain gives more detail on what exactly might be happening to you while you’re at his house, all of it gruesome and it’s pretty much whatever the fuck he wants. Sounds like a great time. He’ll also kill you, after you beg for it and he’s tired of you, so there’s that to look forward to! The invisible force is back as Cain forces you to sink to your knees; you struggle but it’s too strong. Cain comments that he can’t wait to see how long you’ll last.

Ask “Why me?” since, might as well get some answers. Surprisingly he answers you, kinda... he claims that humans are a dime a dozen and that none of us are as unique as we’d like to believe. So he just... picked you, you were the one that sat by him in the cafe. Really, you should feel honored that he felt like you were interesting enough to take. He gives you one final warning to keep him entertained and then he walks over to his chair and sits down. -Look around- since, you don’t want to hear any more about what he might be doing to you... if he’s leaving you alone, that’s great! For the most part, his house seems pretty normal, if a little on the fancy side. Cain is sipping coffee and looking out the window... he said to keep him interested in you so... do you say something? Try saying something, “it’s nice out”, maybe he’ll appreciate that. And he does? He comments about how being locked away for a long time can make one appreciate the sky. You focus on the ‘locked away’ part... like... a convict? Cain comments he was in a prison of sorts, but we humans know it by a different name. His tone pretty much tells you that it’s a serious and unhappy topic. You have a ton of questions but you don’t ask any of them. Eventually he goes back to his book and you just kinda stare at him. He calls you out on it too, saying that it isn’t polite. Oops. -Back off- since you don’t want any of the ‘flaying’ to start... no thank you. Since he’s being pretty chill, might as well explore the house a little more. Head to the -bedroom- and spy something on the desk! -Click on the phone- because omg a phone! And right as you pick it up it rings... you answer it because why not. Some blonde guy is yelling at you all of a sudden, he thinks you’re Cain... tell him the truth before he yells some more “I’m not Cain”. That gets his attention at least; he questions just what you’re doing with Cain’s phone since, it’s not like Cain to let other people use it. You tell him that you don’t even know how you got here and that you’re scared. Thankfully the guy on the other end isn’t like Cain, he seems to be friendly! He introduces himself and asks you to explain, but quietly. So you explain the situation as best as you remember and Damien tsks. He doesn’t have time to really do anything though, telling you to call back tomorrow, he needs his tools in order to track the call. He assures you that he’ll get you out though. You’re thankful but you better not risk staying on the phone any longer, so you hang up. Just in time too, you manage to erase the call and flop onto the bed just before Cain walks in! He asks what you’re doing and you comment that you’re just lying down... He wonders if he heard you talking but dismisses it (obviously he thinks you aren’t interesting enough to be snooping... Cain, gullible, what?). Cain leaves, you snooze a bit and then it’s evening.

Head to the -living room- and you happen to catch Cain as he’s cooking. You ask him what exactly he’s cooking and he tells you steak, from a cow. He was a human once and he apparently likes cow, go figure. Suddenly you’re lifted up and slammed onto the nearby table, where he tells you to stay put. Cain sets the hot meat on your stomach and you stifle a scream of pain- which was the right choice since he tells you not to scream. He stabs the meat with a fork and then picks up a sharp dagger. Yell out “ WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” because like... that is going to cut you! He just sighs and tells you to shush before cutting into the meat. You do feel the sharp blade cut into your skin and you whimper. Cain, ever the smartass, comments that the meat is over cooked but still bloody... har har... yea because it’s your blood that’s on the steak. He noms on the steak and then asks you if you’re hungry, how considerate. He doesn’t wait for you to answer, brutally cutting into your thigh with the dagger (I take back what I said about him being considerate....). You can’t hold back your scream this time and Cain covers your mouth, focusing on pulling off a chuck of leg meat. He holds up the fork (CG of blood muscle on a fork) and tells you to open your mouth. Do so, -open mouth- because you don’t want to upset him. You want to throw up but you do your best not to think about it, swallowing it...a piece of yourself... Cain asks how it was, tell him “it was good” and you even manage a smile in the hopes he’d fix you... Cain is pleased with that answer, calling you a good pet before cleaning up the food and pressing a napkin against your leg. All he comments is to hold the napkin there until morning, it does feel a little better.... then you pass out.

He must’ve moved you to the bedroom at some point because when you come to, you’re back in bed. You get up and look around (your leg must be feeling a lot better!), Cain is nowhere to be seen. You head to the kitchen but then you remember you need to call Damien! -Look in the bedroom- since Cain is maybe gone at the moment, and there’s the phone! -Click on the phone-, it might make Cain mad, but that just means you’ll have to ensure that he doesn’t find out that you’ve been using it. You find Damien’s name and call; he answers roughly but as soon as you reveal that you aren’t Cain, he softens. He quickly sets his tools up, whatever those might be and asks you to stay on the line. You ask him for info about himself so that way the wait isn’t awkward. Damien reveals that he’s a priest and that Cain is actually his half-brother, wut... He isn’t a fan of Cain though, he wants you to know that. Hell, apparently Cain has tried to kill Damien in the past so... no love lost. Thankfully he seems to be able to trace the call, asking an associate of his to write down some coordinates. Then Damien promises that they’ll be there soon, just hang in there! You hang up and curl up on the bed, crying... That’s where you are when Cain comes into the room. He sits next to you and suggests that you start calling him master. When he snaps his fingers, a leather collar appears around your neck, lease in his hand. You crawl over to him, conceding and calling him Master. You rub your head against him and he pets you; when you open your mouth to speak, you moan instead. He asks if you like it as he strokes his hand further down your body. Eventually he pushes his fingers inside you, you moan again. Cain mentions that you could have this all the time, don’t you want to be his pet? His fingers move faster, deeper, and you continue to moan, eventually orgasming. He kisses you and tells you to think about it before leaving the room

You feel lonely all of a sudden, listless... really you just want to sleep all of a sudden... But don’t do that, -look for phone- because Damien is supposed to be coming. You look for it but you don’t find it... maybe Damien isn’t coming after all... But then you notice that something feels... different. You call out and Damien appears! He’s here to get you out... you’re safe... You start to hold your hand out but then... you recall how things have been with Cain, how he makes you feel. You have no idea what Damien wants... what he might do to you. Cain asked you to keep him entertained and so far he seems happy with you, doesn’t that mean he’ll treat you better? If you leave now, Cain will be disappointed. His half-brother is in his house and he should know about it!

Ending 4:

-Call for Cain- (with a heart). Step back from Damien and call out in as loud of a voice as you can manage. Hopefully he’s home... you didn’t stop to think about the consequences if he is not. Damien can’t believe it, what the hell-! He doesn’t get to finish his thought, his arms is suddenly flying away from his body (CG is a bit brighter than the previous frame) and Cain is in the room (rosy heart). He’s surprised to see Damien and he kicks him across the room. Then he thanks you as you seek cover behind him. You confess that the priest was trying to ‘save’ you... Cain scoffs at his half-brothers, commenting that he’s failed again. Really, to just walk into Cain’s domain! But then the room feels with smoke and some cloaked figure hurries into the room and grabs Damien. Damien promises that it isn’t over and they glare at you... Cain comments that they won’t get away but .D was prepared for the worst and the two of them disappear. Cain doesn’t try to follow, instead he just uses his wings to clear the smoke out of the room. He knows that the priest will be back... but at least now he is down an arm thanks to you. Cain tells you that you can call him anytime, as a favor. You reach for him and he hugs you. You thank your master, nuzzling him. The fallen angel admits that he doesn’t want to let you go and you quickly second that thought, you don’t want to leave. Cain has a proposition for you- you can stay with him, he’ll make you a demon and you can be his pet forever. Do you want that? It only takes you a moment to decide, yes, you do. Cain kisses you, his eyes changing color; you feel your body growing hotter and hotter. You aren’t sure if he’s killing you or not as you fall to your knees... your body starts to shift and Cain wonders just what kind of demon you might become. As you shift, your vision changes and you can see Cain’s horn and tail now. Your heart races and you feel pleasure at his touch. You’re his now. Survived- Cain made you into a demon.

#Boyfriend to Death #Boyfriend to Death 2 #btd #btd2 #btd game #btd endings #btd Cain #Cain endings

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miyaameow · 7 years

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Can you do RFA+V+Saeran reacting so someone saying something rude/racist to African American MC? I don't see enough of it if there is any :(. If that's not comfortable then that's totally fine

OH MY GOD it’s ok gurl i gotchu ppl so racist nowadays i’m !!!!! >:( also sorry this took forever :3

Yoosung:

at first he’s too shocked to say anything

he’s just looking at that chick like

excuse me? did you really just say that?

then he wakes up and

“What do you think you’re saying to MC? Her skin is anything but ‘gross’ you racist prick. Next time, take a look in the mirror before you insult my girl.”

*insert angry Yoosung emoji*

also this boy lmfao he stomps on that person’s foot and sticks out his tongue

A+ for effort am i right or am i right

Zen:

you can ACTUALLY SEE HIS VEINS POPPING

it’s kinda scary but super manly at the same time

he grabs that person by the collar and threatens tells him off real good

“Sir, please watch your mouth or I’ll watch it for you. And if you’re too idiotic to understand, it means that I’m ready to give you a knuckle sandwich anytime.”

did i just use a term back from the 2000s you bet i did it’s just so rad right

gurl that guy is peeing his pants

not that you’re surprised tho i mean you’re about to piss your pants just from watching him teach someone else a lesson

holy cow can he be scary sometimes

Jaehee:

she didn’t register the words quite as fast as you’d think

but then when she DOES realize what that person just said

JAEHEE PROTECTIVE MODE [ACTIVATED]

“Excuse me, please watch your mouth. We live in a multicultural and diverse community. If you wish to dispose of your filthy words, please do so in your own private area - preferably at yourself and not at others. Thank you for your cooperation”

ok now you weren’t sure if it was PROTECTIVE mode or BUSINESS mode but i gotta say, she looked p r e t t y c o o l

then she takes you by the arm and pulls you away from the bewildered lady (she’s shook)

Jumin:

he cocks one eyebrow up as if he’s amused at the comment his dinner party guest just made

“I’d like you to excuse yourself from this table, Mr. kfnjhkdbnerkng”

YOU GIVE HIM A NAME I AIN’T TRYNA OFFEND NO ONE^

that guy just looks at Jumin like what??? I’m not a child why are YOU excusing ME from the table

“Did you not hear me clearly? This dinner no longer needs your presence. Please leave before you embarrass yourself more than you already have.”

after everyone leaves he apologizes to you and is like “I will NEVER allow anyone to say that about you ever again.”

707:

it was all smiles and laughs at first cuz of like memes and whatever

but then his friend made a racist joke and Seven legit just stopped laughing

“It’s not funny.”

“What? C’mon, it’s a little bit-”

“No, it’s not, also if you didn’t notice MC is sitting right here. Do you realize how uncomfortable you just made her feel? Racist jokes aren’t funny, they’re just racist.”

people are just starin at Seven like he’s some wild animal (who knew he could be so serious)

anyway, the get together is over time to leaveee

Saeran:

he didn’t know it was racist

he just suddenly saw that you were upset and it was like WHO DID THAT

WHO MADE YOU SAD

“Hey! what did you just say? MC isn’t happy anymore.”

that guy is like what what? nothing i didn’t say ANYTHING but they continued to laugh

so Saeran started to get mad

he slammed his fist on the cafe table and THREW HIS COFFEE AT THIS GUY

“LISTEN HERE YOU MOTHERF@#KER I WON’T TAKE ANY OF YOUR BS. SO YOU BETTER SHUT YOUR MOUTH BEFORE I SHUT IT FOR YOU.”

he does that eye squinting frown thing like when you hear something and you don’t feel good about it but you’re not sure if you should start yellin or wait a bit longer

you tell him you wanna leave but he’s like no wait lemme teach these girls a lesson

soooo he walks up to them and says something along the lines of this (y’all are at a bar btw)

“Hey, you know, I’d LOVE to buy you girls a drink, but I don’t think they sell mouthwash here. Bummer, huh? I really wanted to help clean those filthy mouths of yours.”

then hE FUCKIN WINKS AND WALKS AWAY

the sass is real

I hope that was okay. I’m not African American but I DO NOT TOLERATE RACISM like pls guys be nice. there’s only so many years you have to live so why spend time hating on others when you can compliment them and make friends and send love and just ???? share happiness

~Cherry L.

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Making a Case for 13 Going on 30.

I can still remember my Wednesday evening History of Film class in Film school. (Yes I went to film school, we can still like cheesy rom-coms) And the night my professor, a former DP for Columbia during the “golden age of film” stood in front of the entire class and proclaimed we were about to view, what most experts call the greatest film of all time. You guessed it, Citizen Kane.

He went on to explain that what made it so great was the technicality and the innovation of it. The first film to use flashback and continuous wide shots, blah blah. I thought it was a snooze fest of straight white male nonsense. Yeah technically it’s cool they did all that with cut and paste film. I respect that shit, I do. But Citizen Kane is one of the most un-relatable stories ever. At least to me as a gay woman. It’s like the Catcher in the Rye of film. I have a hard time identifying with rich white dudes who feel like they don’t belong in a world created for and by them. If anyone actually read this blog I bet I’d get ALL the haters up in here leaving me comments about how oppressed men are now. Do it. I masturbate with male tears.

ANYWAYS. Fuck Citizen Kane in it’s boring ass face. I’m here to talk about the greatest movie of all time. The movie that is best picture every year in my heart and soul always and the one movie by which every other movie is measured. 13 Going on Motherfucking 30.

Yes it’s entertaining. Yes it’s a feel good romish-com with a cute cast. Yes it has Judy Greer. But what makes it the best? I’ll break it down for you.

CAST:

We all know about JGar and MRuff, and before we get to Judy Greer, let’s talk about the supporting cast:

Christa B Allen

For you true Jgar fans you’ll note that this was not Christa’s only time playing a young Jen. She also does in Ghosts of Girlfriends Past (another one of my faves but more problematic). Christa’s got the looks and the chops. She’s not only a dead ringer for the younger Rink, she’s also actually a great actress. Here’s what she looks like now BTW.

Pretty fucking spot on from the casting director I’d say. So if Christa B. Allen was the homerun, Sean Marquette (young MRUFF) is the grand slam.

Then and now:

Yeah that could be Mark Ruffalo in the early 2000′s. And Sean does a great job himself in the younger role. Moving on.

BRIE OSCAR WINNER CAPTAIN MARVEL LARSON

In a bit part with ONE freaking line. She nailed it by the way. That’s how extra this movie is. Oscar winners as basically extras.

FUN FACT THAT ONLY A PSYCHO WOULD KNOW:

When Jenna is looking at her yearbook with Matty years later, it flashes this picture of the Six Chicks:

Notice Jenna is now “practically their leader” and Brie Larson is nowhere to be found. Presumably she has already been kidnapped and is in ROOM. Too dark? Or too REAL.

ANDY FUCKING SERKIS

You can use IMDB to go through this guy’s laundry list of amazing credits. And don’t stop at Gollum in LOTR because he was basically just getting started in this bitch. He’s also an accomplished director. He plays Jenna and Lucy’s (tom-tom) boss and the editor of Poise magazine. He’s also gay bc representation in 2004 hella mattered.

KATHY BAKER (Jenna’s mom)

Where have you seen her? Bitch, everywhere. She has a staggering list of nominations and awards from film, tv and stage where she’s had a phenomenal career. My favorite roles are between that gem up there in Edward Scissorhands and the woman of many marriages in the Jane Austen Book Club. She’s a legend and she’s NOT EVEN THE STAR OF THIS FILM.

Marcia DeBonis (Jenna’s admin asst)

It’s easier to tell you what she HASN’T been in. Like Kathy Baker, she’s made a career out of small, scene stealing roles. She also has a pretty impressive career in casting.

I’m not going do Jen and Mark because we all know all of their shit. I’m the biggest JGar fan on earth so don’t get me started, but they are obviously mega stars and I need to save some room for.......here it comes...it’s finally here...you know it was coming..and here WE. FUCKING. GO.

JUDITH THERESE EVANS GREER

If Judy BAD BITCH OF LIFE Greer is in a movie? I’m seeing it. Why? BC SHE’s in EVERY MOVIE. Judy Greer is a brilliant silky chameleon with ferrari engine precision comedic timing. I would say she ties with Melanie Lynksey for all time underrated actress in history, but I think she pushes just past her since her body of work is unbelievably large. She has done indie, rom-com, sci-fi blockbuster, you name it. She can and has done anything and everything and I love her with every sad and broken cell in my fangirl body. She doesn’t support scenes, she carries them. And the only reason you think someone else is the star is because Judy wants you to think that. There are like 2 people on this Earth I love as much as I love Judy Greer and they are basically my mom and Claire Danes. She is an angel we do not deserve sent to us straight from a place we can never know. I legitimately worry that not enough people know what a treeey zzzurrre we have in Judy. I will do whatever I can to always spread the Gospel of Greer in this flaming shit bag of a world. If you haven’t seen Addicted to Fresno, please excuse yourself from whatever meaningless nonsense you’re doing right now to go watch it. Thanks.

STORY

A perfect cast, and yes this is one, does not a good film make on it’s own (see all those shitty Gary Marshall vignette films).

Lucky for us we also have a perfect story. This film has everything: redemption, friendship, love, betrayal, materialism, capitalism, competition, fucking TIME TRAVEL. And a dance number to goddamn Thriller.

This movie created the catch-phrase, “Fabuloso”, which would eventually become the best smelling cleaning product of all time. It brought back Razzles, no doubt saving that entire brand from bankruptcy. It has complicated parental relationships, complex female friendships, a pre-wedding love confession scene, an NYC fall photoshoot montage, an accidentally fall-down kiss scene, a popular high school guy now a balding loser scene, a heroine saves the magazine scene, and a Pat Benetar slumber party pillow fight.

SETTING

NEW. MOTHERFUCKING. YORK. CITY. Is there any other place where a 30 year old can be the editor of a fashion magazine and live in an $8 million apartment???

SOUNDTRACK

I mean, you’ve got The Go-Go’s, Whitney Houston, Madonna, Billy Joel, Liz Phair, Rick Springfield, Talking Heads, Soft Cell, I COULD ON AND ON.

CONCLUSION

I am a rom-com SLUT. I have seen all of them, but this one is the stand out. Instead of limiting Jenna to the “she falls in love and finally changes her life” trope, it explores ALL the reasons Jenna’s life went off track. Not just because she lost her best friend along the way, but because now she’s dishonest, disloyal, and though she has the trappings of the life she dreamed of, she isn’t the person she thought she would be. In fact, Matty is not even the main thread of all of it.

The takeaway here is that being present is more important than worrying and wishing about the future.Which is actually some intense deep Buddhist shit.

By living in the moment we’re in, we can shape our lives however we want. Jenna was so intent on creating her idea of a perfect life, that she missed what was right in front of her. When she got a glimpse of what she thought she wanted, she realized how empty it was. The money, the cool job, the $8 million apartment doesn’t mean shit when you don’t have any real connections to anyone. And is there any better moment then when she goes back to her closet birthday party, kisses Matty and slams Tom-Tom’s drink in her face and calls her a “Biatch”? NO. It’s the most satisfying moment in American cinema.

TWO THINGS

1.This movie has 0 diversity and is 100% straight white people problems. I acknowledge it. It is problematic. I don’t know what to say. It was the time, I didn’t make the movie, and thank the lorde things are changing.

2.Lucy’s take on Poise re-branding was 100,000% better than that Abercrombie bullshit Jenna came up. Don’t @ me.

JUDY GREER 2020

#13goingon30 romcoms judygreer jennifergarner markruffalo fashionsuicide fabuloso razzles billyjoel

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