#Been so obsessed with Fallout lately!!

[zoetheduckling]

I did a Piper re-design for fun

[formosusiniquis]

for @thefreakandthehair and inspired by this. Everyone enjoy some bee keeper!Eddie saving the day so Steve can play some baseball

Eddie picked up beekeeping the way he picked up most things in his life: accidentally and by virtue of following a crumb of serotonin straight down the rabbit hole of obsession. It isn't what he expected to do for a living, and at this point he does have to admit that when it accounted for 91% of his taxable income last year it is what he does for a living, but he likes that he gets to work outside and set his own hours. He likes that the regular customers he has who buy his honey are nice, and likes getting to advise people about things like flavor profiles and what they taste best with, it was the thing he liked best about his position at the dispensary that was now more of a side gig. And then there's his contract with city animal control that gets him called out to parts of the city he didn't even know existed to relocate hives a lot more often than he thought would happen.

It's a good life, and he likes that he's made it himself.

But it's the kind of life that gets him calls from people late at night when trying to finish binging Fallout before the internet can spoil it for him. He has a rule to always answer when Chrissy calls though, he isn't going to miss helping her if it's an emergency.

“I need a favor,” she says before he's even finished answering.

“Anything for you,” he agrees.

“You might regret saying that.”

Chrissy Cunningham turned a full ride scholarship for cheerleading into a business and marketing degree and she turned that into a fancy job with the White Sox that he didn’t fully understand but totally supported. He wore the free cap she gave him, and was endlessly glad that as a white guy he didn’t get gatekept the way girls like Chrissy did, since he couldn’t name a single player on the team.

And it was that endless support that had him in his full gear at the White Sox stadium with his smoker and bee vac.

Chrissy meets him at the front with a harried expression and a warm hug, “I’d say I owe you one but if everything goes right we’ll be totally square before the first inning.”

“What does that mean?” he asks, repeating it louder when all she gives him is an enigmatic smile. 

The only answer he truly gets is being shoved into a little green cart that she drives with a frightening speed. She drives them through the stadium through a route he has no hope of remembering on his own until they reach an opening that leads straight out to the field. Eddie always had a dream, as a kid, of being a rockstar, driving out onto the diamond to a sudden and uproarious cheer is the closest he thinks he’s ever come to truly experiencing what it would be like to be famous on stage.

He hams it up of course. Waves his arms to try to get them to cheer louder as Chrissy stears them toward the lifter that he’s going to have to go up to get to the swarm. And they do, the cheers becoming an enthusiastic roar, a sound so loud he thinks he could climb them up to the bees without the lifter. 

“Focus will you, you’re on national television right now.” Chrissy says, with a subtle elbow to his side.

“Yeah but how many people are watching a delayed baseball game?”

Never one to just take his smartass comments, he’s sure that Chrissy says something super witty and sarcastic back. Only Eddie made the mistake of turning his head and catching sight of the most glorious ass in the snuggest pair of pinstriped white baseball pants and lost the ability to hear. A second elbow in his side reminds his brain full of metaphorical bees that he’s on television and he doesn’t have his veil on, he isn’t about to get caught drooling on television.

The fattest ass in the stadium turns around and Eddie thinks he’s been stung. He has to be going into anaphylaxis with the way he suddenly can’t catch his breath. The guy in front of him, with a hand on his hip and his eyes trained unwaveringly on Eddie is tongue-swellingly hot. And he just keeps getting closer as Chrissy doesn’t stop driving forward.

“Steve, you’re not supposed to get this close, you're our starting pitcher you can’t get stung.” Chrissy chides.

“I just wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to kill the bees.” The guy, Steve, says.

“He’s not.”

“I’m not,” Eddie says, shaking his head as fast as he can, like that will make things more convincing for the hot baseball guy. But he’s got an eyebrow raised giving Eddie an up and down like he still doesn’t believe him.

“Look,” he pulls out his equipment so Steve can see. “I’ll smoke them with this, that’ll make them calm so they don’t freak out when I vacuum them up with this.”

“And running them through a vacuum isn’t going to kill them?”

“It’s a gentle suck,” he says, immediately filled with a burning mortification. “It’s just enough to move them into the tank where I can relocate them.”

Hot baseball Steve has his big brown eyes open even wider, there’s a twitch at his mouth like he’s about to say something else and Eddie actually can’t have that. “Chris can we get me strapped into this thing, we want to get this big ballgame going right?”

Steve takes a couple steps back, hands raised up in a placating gesture. Whether it’s for him or for Chrissy because he didn’t listen, Eddie’s too busy putting a neon yellow safety buckle on to think about it.

He takes his time, this is basically free marketing so he’s not about to rush through or do a half-assed job. But in just a few minutes he has a vac full of bees and the game is ready to be played. The lifter gently lowers Eddie back to the ground with another round of cheers. He unclips from the safety harness and takes a shallow bow for the crowd.

Then Steve is jogging over, Eddie stands up straighter than he ever has in his life. Nervous for what is about to happen.

“You saved the game, man!” Steve has the nicest smile that Eddie has ever seen, wide and toothy. He is but a man and thus falls a little bit in love immediately.

“It was nothing, really, just part of the job, y’know.”

“Well, here’s something you probably haven’t done on the job. You have to throw the first pitch.”

“No, no, I absolutely will not be doing that.”

It’s the wrong thing to say, a mischief lights up in Steve’s eyes. He jerks his chin up at Chrissy who says something Eddie is too far away to hear into a walkie talkie. He thinks he has a guess though when the loudspeaker begins to drawl, “Laaadies and Gentlemen, our game is about to begin. Tonight’s first pitch will be thrown by our bee rescuer, Eddie Munson!”

The crowd begins to scream again, but the sound is almost like the hive's steady drone when Steve leans close enough to whisper, “It’s just ceremonial, all you’ve got to do is throw it. I’ll even play catcher for you.” And Eddie’s helpless to do anything but nod.

There’s actually a lot that has to happen before they’re ready for him to throw his sad attempt at a pitch. But that gives him the time to settle his equipment out of the way and scream at Chrissy. Still it’s sooner than he’d like before she’s shuffling him over to a big mound of dirt in the center of everything. She pushes his hat and veil back and it feels a little proud father of the bride right until she pats him on the top of his head and whispers, “Don’t fuck it up, nerd.”

His palms are sweaty, they feel too slick to get a good grip on the small, white ball. He thinks he might throw up, only across from him Steve is there. A glove on one hand he sends Eddie an encouraging little finger wave with the other. 

He can do this. 

He takes a deep breath and throws.

It’s awful. Too high and a little off center, but Steve snags it in that large, ungloved palm and the crowd cheers again like he’s done something fantastic. He’s starting to think they’re just happy to be here.

He starts to walk off the field, toward Chrissy where he knows he’s safe. But he can’t help noticing that Steve is jogging his way too; the ball that Eddie just threw in one hand, a sharpie in the other, his glove tucked tight under his arm. “Eddie, hey, you gotta take this with you, dude.”

Steve lobs it at him in a soft underhand, and Eddie still fumbles the catch, “Thanks, man, but really, I don’t-” the rest of his response dies in his mouth when he realizes just what Steve has scribbled across the ball.

“Give me a call if you’re interested,” Steve says, walking backward toward the mound Eddie just left, “I can show you my gentle suck.” He laughs at his own shitty pickup line, which is somehow more attractive than his whole hot jock thing.

Eddie thinks he must be blushing up to his hairline by the time he makes it back to Chrissy and his things. She looks too smug for it to be any other way. “Told you we’d be even before the end of the night.”

“Chris, if this goes well I might owe you a favor. Now we gotta go, I’ve got bees to relocate.”

[nhlclover]

the story of us | jack hughes

summary: at a wedding, you and jack are forced to reunite, bringing up the question of whether or not you are truly over one another.

warnings: not entirely proofread, a bit of angst, kissing, probably more i just don't know

a/n: based on ‘the story of us’ by taylor swift. kind of obsessed with this...

word count: 2.19k

If you asked your past self where you saw yourself in a year, you likely would’ve said this scenario. You would’ve been at the end of the aisle, Jack waiting for you to join him at the other end.

Instead, you’re standing heartbroken in a pink bridesmaid dress, waiting for the groom and his groomsmen to appear. You hear the grand doors of the church open, and loud, boisterous laughter enters the hall.

“There you are!” You say, spotting Quinn amongst his groomsmen. You try not to look past him knowing that Jack, being his best man, would be right behind.

Quinn looks down at his watch, scrunching his brows. “We’re right on time.” He says.

“Early is right on time. Right on time is late.” You tell him. You fix his crooked tie, also adjusting his boutonniere.

You look up at his face, reading a tinge of nervousness. “You ready?”

Quinn and Sara had been dating for 6 years before he finally proposed. Being childhood friends with Sara, you had been there from the beginning of their relationship and their very first dates, to just a year ago when you helped Quinn pick out the ring.

Their love had coincidentally brought you your own. A couple of years ago, Quinn introduced you to his younger brother, Jack, and the sparks flew instantly. It was near instant attraction for both of you, Jack asking you out after getting to know one another. You used to think one day, you’d be in Quinn and Sara’s shoes, getting to tell people the story of your relationship for years to come.

However, you and Jack were now standing on opposite sides of the room, doing your best to avoid the other.

It had been a while since you guys had broken up, and if you were being honest, you’d forgotten exactly how you guys ended. The last month of your relationship was filled with constant fighting. It was something of a simple miscommunication that led to your fallout and the story of you guys was now looking more like a tragedy.

You hadn’t spoken to him since the day after the breakup when you exchanged items left at one another's place. And now you were being forced to walk down the aisle next to him as you were Sara’s maid of honour and Jack was Quinn’s best man.

“Yeah, so ready.” Quinn replies, a familiar grin forming on his lips. You couldn’t imagine someone more perfect for Sara to get married to.

“Okay, get in your places guys!” The wedding planner says.

Quinn stood at the front, the rest of you guys lining up behind him. You felt him accidentally bump your shoulder as he stood beside you. His familiar cologne was overpowering your senses.

“Take my arm.” Jack mumbles, sticking out his elbow.

You do as he says, linking arms. The doors open, revealing the beautifully decorated interior. The organ began and Quinn made his way down. You and Jack were next, making your way down the aisle at a painstaking pace. You spot Jim and Ellen in the front row of the pews. Jim shoots you a smile while Ellen places a hand on her chest, whispering something to her husband.

You loved Jack's parents. You still love them. At the engagement party, happening just after you and Jack broke up, they spoke to you, letting you know how upset they were when they found out. They had always been the nicest to you, from the moment Jack introduced you to them. Even now as you were broken up, they made sure to keep up with you and the happenings in your life. You easily recognized where Jack got his traits from in the kindness of his mother, as well as the passion and drive of his father.

You reach the end of the aisle, splitting from Jack as he stands behind Quinn, you going to where Sara was about to be. You felt his eyes still on you, but you didn’t dare look at him.

Soon, Sara walked down the aisle and read the vows you’d helped her perfect. The ceremony was beautiful and you were over the moon for your friend and her now husband.

Everyone from the wedding party headed back down the aisle, Jack not linking arms with you this time. You head back into the lobby, and the wedding planner informs you that there is a car outside to take you guys to the reception venue, which is a restaurant a couple of minutes away.

Sitting in the back of an SUV, you and Jack remain silent towards one another. Luke was a welcome presence, being a buffer as he was forced into the middle seat despite his large stature. He kept the conversation going, mostly with Jack.

You’re thankfully kept busy the moment you’re in the restaurant, helping greet guests and guide them into the room. As dinner comes, you are somewhat thankful that Quinn and Sara placed you in between Luke and Brady, two guys who have seemingly endless topics to discuss.

Dinner is soon over and the newlyweds enjoy their first dance. You can’t help but find him across the room. He had abandoned his tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone. He’d obviously abandoned the urge to avoid tousling his hair, now a wavy mess compared to the styled state of earlier.

Sara and Quin find you shortly after their dance. Sara engulfs you in a hug. “I’m a married woman!” She squeals.

“Yes, you are! You’re a married woman who’s clearly had a couple of glasses of champagne.” You chuckle. “I’m so happy for you guys.”

You give Quinn a hug before Sara pulls you close to her. “Have you talked to him yet?” She asks.

“Um not really, he said about three words to me when we walked down the aisle and that’s it.” You reply.

Sara groans. She was one of the biggest campaigners of your and Jack's relationship. Sara was the one who pushed Quinn to introduce you two, saying she ‘had a good feeling’ about the pair of you.

“Quinn get Jack to talk to y/n/n.” She says to her now husband.

“I can try but… I don’t know he’s weirdly cagey when people bring you up.” He says.

Both you and Sara furrow your brows, Sara speaking the words you are thinking. “What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t know. The other day my parents started asking Sara about you and they asked him why you guys broke up and he didn’t want to talk about it.” Quinn explains. “Then he just left the room.”

“Oh my god, he hates you.” Sara gasps.

“Wow, thanks Sara.” You say sarcastically.

“He doesn’t hate you,” Quinn says, dispelling what his wife said. “If he hated you he would not hesitate to trash talk you.”

“He doesn’t trash talk me?” You ask.

“No, definitely not. He just doesn’t like to talk about you for some reason.” Quinn shrugs. “Listen, we’ve gotta go see some other people but… If I were you, I’d try to talk to him.”

You bid goodbye to Sara and Quinn as she moved on to talk to his aunt and uncle. Suddenly you were left alone, despite being in a crowded room. Your normal comfort would be to find Jack, as he was always so good at talking to anyone. You recalled the many times Jack effortlessly introduced himself to people, becoming friends with them in less than a couple of sentences.

You stood to the side, your hand fiddling with the satin strap of your dress. Trying to look busy, you pull out your phone, scrolling through social media and responding to random texts. You were grateful when two familiar-spirited boys joined your side.

“Hey y/n!” Trevor practically shouted, scooping you up.

“Trevor, put me down!” You squeal, kicking your feet that are a couple of inches off the floor. He set you down, Cole pulling you into a hug right as you were on solid ground.

“How are you boys?” You ask them.

Cole and Trevor tell you about their lives, speaking about their respective seasons, their summers so far, as well as their love lives.

“So are you and Jack back together yet?” Trevor asked.

You nearly choked on your drink as he asked that question. “What?” You ask.

“When are you and Hughesy gonna smarten up and get back together?” He rephrases.

“We’re not getting back together, Z.” You tell him.

“Bullshit,” Cole says in a sing-song voice.

“I’m serious.” You say. “We’ve both moved on.”

Cole and Trevor exchange doubtful looks. “Yeah? And how come neither of you brought a date even though you both had plus ones?” Trevor asks.

“Just because we’ve moved on doesn’t mean we’re necessarily seeing other people at the moment.” You say.

“Well, I happen to know that somebody also hasn’t dated since the break-up…” Cole says, sipping from his beer bottle.

You’re rendered silent, looking down at your pedicured toes peeking out of your heels.

“Aha! We got her.” Trevor grins.

“Just go talk to him, please,” Cole says. “It’s honestly painful watching this. It’s like you’re in a contest to see who can act like they care less. And you’re both losing.”

You catch his eyes from across the room, his pride forcing him to pull his gaze away. “Yeah, not happening.” You sigh.

You throw back the rest of your drink, going over to the bar to get a refill.

“Quinn and Sara would like to invite all couples to come to the dance floor and celebrate their love with our newlyweds!” The DJ says into the microphone.

You take a seat, watching couples crowd the dancefloor, Jim and Ellen joining hands as a perfect example of love.

“Come dance with me.”

You look to your right, Cole standing there with an extended hand. You give him a soft smile, taking his hand and following him to the dance floor. His right-hand rests innocently on your waist, holding your hand in his. You sway to the music, slow dancing with the boy who has become one of your best friends over the past couple of years.

Suddenly, there’s a familiar figure to your left. “Mind if I butt in?” Jack asks.

Cole drops his hands from you, passing you off to Jack. He gives you both an enthusiastic thumbs up, walking off.

Jack’s hand finds its familiar spot on your hip, yours resting on his shoulder. Your hand still fits comfortably in his, calloused skin bringing an odd sense of comfort. You find it hard to meet his eyes, his gaze bearing down on you.

“You look really pretty.” Jack says.

You finally bring yourself to look up at him, his soft eyes meeting yours. You yanked back to a time when you were his. His features are all the same, all the more comforting. You resist brushing back a lock of hair that falls over his eyes, no longer your job to do that.

“Thank you.” You say softly.

The pair of you sway to Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton, an oddly comfortable silence filling the air between you. You can’t help but think of both Quinn and Sara, as well as Cole and Trevor urging you to confront Jack. Whether it was the alcohol in your system or the proximity of Jack that was driving you, all the thoughts you’d had decided to spill out.

“How’d we end up this way?” You ask.

You feel Jack still, no longer gently swaying to the music. His gaze looks over you and to the other side of the room at nothing in particular, his eyes just needing to look at something that’s not you.

“I’m not scared to admit I miss you, Jack.” You continue. “I just want to know if it’s killing you the way it’s killing me.”

Jack finally meets your eyes, and you try to read what he’s thinking. You don’t know if it’s just you trying to see what you want to see, or if it’s what’s really there, but you swear you can see a tinge of happiness from your words. Jack stays silent just staring into your eyes, so you speak again.

“It’s in your hands now. I’ll lay my armour down if you’d rather try this again.” You say. You can see Jack thinking, and processing your words. “I don’t want to fight you anymore.”

In one motion, Jack sweeps down and connects your lips. The familiar feeling of butterflies fills you, something you got any time he kissed you, even when you had been dating for over a year. Jack’s hand drops yours and instead comes up to the side of your face. His attempts to pull you closer are futile, your bodies already pressed against each other.

The song comes to an end, your lips leaving Jack’s. A small smile, one you’d missed having in your life, is present on his face. You can’t help but grin back, happy to start a new chapter in the story of you and Jack.

[chlorinecake]

If it's possible, could you make a yandere enhypen story, where the reader usually goes out late at night to a convenience store for some late night snacks, but some pervert tries her, but one of the members had been following her and help her, I'm sorry if it doesnt make any sense but yeah...😀 (recently my delusions have been getting to me)

“convenient chances” 🎱 

pairing: stalker!yandere!enhypen x afab!reader

cw: harassment, violence, mentions of smoking, paranoia/anxiety, language, kidnapping, bad-ish ending lol

wc: 3.1k — read part ll and lll here

LIKE A DUNGEON with fear cementing every corner, you struggle to savor the silence in your waking life.

Doubting all and believing none, your close friend Sunoo convinced you that your nervous aches and night sweats were a mere result of paranoia. He always judged the way you’d peek over your shoulder in public as if waiting to be attacked.

Clicking sounds from your window startled your rest during the night, with nightmares of seven tall hooded strangers blinding your judgement.

You're sure everyone's experienced the phenomenon of “gaze perception” at least once in their lives, in which a person might sense or assume that a pair of predatory eyes are stalking them from afar.

You didn’t like to use the word trauma to define your past experiences, but this wasn’t your first time feeling like a cloud of trouble waited to pour down on you. At this point, all you could do was hope that your intuition wasn’t right this time.

It was only a few months ago when you broke up with your abusive ex-boyfriend, Jay. The memories still linger as if they occurred yesterday, freshly cryptic in your mind. From your point of view, he started off as a charming casual acquaintance, which soon developed into a crush and then a toxic relationship. He outlined a list of rules for you to follow when he was away, ordering you around like a child. Anytime you even came close to breaking one of his orders, he’d beat the shit out of you, saying that his rage was out of love.

From Jay’s point of view, you weren’t just an obsession, but a belonging—his favorite humanoid toy to play with. He threatened that if you ever left him, he’d come back for you one day, saying that he’d never stop watching you.

And so, you moved. Not far, but a good distance away. You didn’t feel protected anymore in your usual environment. Though, there was one place in which you felt completely safe—free from watchful eyes and hostile hands. It was the tatty old convenience store a few blocks from where you live. The place hadn’t developed much since what appeared to be a decade or two ago, but they always supplied the most tasty, high quality snacks you could get your hands on.

As silly as it may sound, the fallout shop was your haven, and you grew particularly fond of shopping there late at night when it was less crowded.

You walked passed the familiar electronic doors, the fluorescent ceiling lights sparkling off of the bleach-mopped tiles. The usually uplifting radio station was replaced with the chilling whoosh of air circulating through the vents.

“Hello! Welcome to Goldman’s 24-hour convenience,” a friendly accented voice chimed. “Hello,” you returned with a nod, a bit confused by the new face. The usual cashier was an elder women by the name of Mandy. Her laughter alone could make some of your darkest nights glimmer again.

The young man wore a name tag on his dark blue collared shirt: Jake. You couldn’t help but wonder why Mandy wasn’t working her usual night shift, but you didn’t care enough to interrogate the seemingly content boy.

Picking up a hand basket, you explored the aisle's shelves in search for something savory or sweet to snack on. Your gaze swiveled ahead of you before landing on the sight of two hooded strangers blocking your path. This time, a bit of their faces showed, revealing the devious smirks that spoke so many silent words through their sealed lips:

You can run, but you can’t hide from us, ____. For as long as we live, you’re not allowed to feel safe anywhere.

Goosebumps sprouted on the surface of your skin, nerves dancing around in your fingers until they became wobbling rods. It’s almost like you forgot to breathe due to the overwhelming terror, feeling frozen from within as the plastic basket slipped from your grasp, a loud clatter echoing throughout the store.

You remembered all of the horrible things Jay said he would do to you once he found you again. The bruises you concealed with makeup that Jay referred to as his "strawberry kisses” would have nothing on what you felt was coming your way.

“Are you okay, miss?” A kind male voice asked, snatching you from your trance and back to reality. You turned to meet the man behind you, revealing his concerned yet warm features. He picked up the basket you dropped, still processing that your mind successfully tricked you into seeing something that wasn’t actually there.

“Yes, I’m alright, t-thank you,” you smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes, looking more awkward than reassuring.

He pressed three finger's against your forehead, “I don’t think you’re being honest with me,” he frowned, your hot and damp forehead telling him that something was wrong. “I’m sorry, I haven’t even introduced myself yet,” he stuck out one hand for you to shake and the other to pass you back your basket. “My name is Heeseung,” he smiled, “I’m new in town with an affinity for convenience stores.”

“____, with an affinity to drop flimsy baskets in public,” you replied, suddenly feeling at ease from the humor. You started trailing to the ramen section and Heeseung was walking behind you. If it wasn’t for his kindness earlier, you’d probably be freaking out about how close he was. You reached for a spicy udon noodle pack that came with dehydrated tofu and seaweed sheets. Meanwhile, Heeseung grabbed a can of Spam and chicken flavored ramen.

“Speaking of your liking for convenience stores, I come here almost every night and I’ve never seen you before.“

“Well, yeah, I’m usually here earlier in the day. I just happened to need some gas and got hungry while waiting, so I decided to stop by for my favorites,” he peered into your basket, "You might wanna get some milk with those, too. It's ungodly how spicy they are!"

"I know, right? They're just so delicious, I can't resist them..."

"Still, Sapporo Ichiban instant noodles are the best! They always cook perfectly. Never too soft or too firm. It's my comfort food, honestly. I wanna hug the person who created them," he replied passionately.

"Eh, you're just gonna ruin 'em anyways."

He gave you a double look, "Are you passively judging my cooking skills or fat shaming me?"

"Neither. I'm shaming that pink block of salt you're gonna punish your organs with."

He scoffed, "This anti-Spam movement is outrageous! I'm starting an online protest where you'll be the number one convert."

"As if I'd ever try that...stuff," you rejected.

"Welp. More for me, I guess," he mumbled, digging into his jacket pocket.

“Dammit, I forgot my wallet in my car,” he said, placing his basket high up on the shelf. “If you see anyone try to take my stuff, kick ‘em in the shin for me,” he said before running out of the shop.

Analyzing your surroundings, you noticed that a few groups of shoppers and some solo snackers began raiding the bread aisle. You distracted yourself by heading to the refrigerator section, considering Heeseung’s recommendation of getting a smooth beverage to accompany your spicy noodles, tossing in a pack of strawberry flavored Pocky's on your way.

That’s when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you in before giving your head a sniff, his nose was wet and cold like a dog as he inhaled your scent. “What the hell are you doing?” You barked, pushing the creepy stranger away.

He was a middle aged man with a receding hairline and a few scars decorating his thin chapped lips. You wondered how many of those scares came from women he tried that “arm around the waist” shit on.

“Sorry, doll. I’m a hugger and figured you might've needed one,” he grinned, revealing the gnarly set of teeth that lined his grey gums. You couldn't tell if it was his foul breath or filthy clothes that smelled more like smoke. Either way, you were thoroughly disgusted by him.

“Well, you should learn to ask before throwing yourself on people,” you retorted, reaching for a container of banana milk.

“You like swallowing bananas, cutie? I bet I could force four of 'em down that pretty mouth of yours,” he slithered while adjusting himself in his pants.

What the hell is wrong with this guy, you thought to yourself.

You tried to ignore his lunacy, only for him to grip your ass like a stress ball, landing a harsh slap across the curve of your jeans. You yelped at the sting, your own words being caught in your throat from the shocking act. You couldn’t believe that this freak actually just did that to you.

He met your eyes with a wink, smelling his hand as if you just provided him with an expensive perfume sample, "You got a lover at home, sweetheart?"

Tears dared to pour from your rage-ridden eyes as you balled your fists so tight, your bones might break. That's when a protective figure filled your blurry peripheral vision, stepping in front of you to block the man off as he tried grabbing you again, pushing him with such a force that he lost his balance.

“The hell do you think you’re doing, y'scrawny mother fucker,” he growled, pulling up is pants.

“You can’t do that kind of sick shit to people, pervert! Now get the hell outta here or I'll call the police,” the younger boy fought back.

“I was just trying to have some fun, kiddo. Ain’t nothin' wrong with that. I bet honey doll misses me already,” the older man went on, licking at his lower lip.

“I’ll knock every last rotting tooth from your mouth if you don’t leave in the next five seconds-"

“Hey, what’s going on over here?” Jake asked in the middle of the commotion, the older man already fleeing the scene. Jake looked at the younger boy first before eventually meeting your eyes. You wish you could hide how shaken up you felt. The container of milk was bleeding out its strong banana scent on the once spotless floor, tears finally streaming down your cheeks.

“Oh my God, Jungwon, what happened,” Heeseung came running over, asking the boy who defended you. “It was nothing,” you interrupted before Jungwon could answer, the three boys standing dumbfounded around you in a puddle of banana milk. “Do you need a ride-" “Don’t worry about me,” your voice cracked in embarrassment.

Is there any way to explain how the world made you ashamed of your own tears?

You left your basket behind, apologizing to Jake who had to clean up the sticky mess. You didn’t wanna leave just yet, afraid that the older guy might be waiting for you outside, so you went to the ladies restroom instead to call your friend Sunoo.

“____?”

You cleared the lump in your throat before answering, “Sunoo,” you began shakily, “I need you to come and pick me up from Goldman's.”

“You sound terrible, is everything okay? You’re worrying me, what happened?”

“I’m sorry, Sun. Everything’s okay, I just really need you right now.”

“____,” he sighed. You suddenly felt guilty for even calling him.

“Sunoo, if you can’t make it, I won’t be mad at you,” you said in between the silence, trying to encourage him to make a choice.

“I-I can’t, well, I can, but, not soon, at least. I’m only an hour away, if you’re willing to wait that long.” The pity in his voice made you wanna cry all over again. Looking at the time on your phone, it was six minutes til midnight, and you refused to haul your best friend out on the road this late. “No, that’s alright, Sunoo. I’ll just call an Uber.”

His side of the phone fell quiet for a moment. “____, I know how much you hate Uber's. Don't do that to yourself because of me."

"I'll be okay, Sun, just get yourself some rest."

He paused before asking, "Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Of course! Call me when you get home!”

You finished up in the bathroom, mentally preparing yourself to face the strangers beyond the not-so-comforting walls of the restroom. To your surprise, Heeseung and Jungwon were still in the store. Huddled around Jake at the checkout counter, the three of them took loud sips from steaming cups of ramen. “Hey, ____,” Heeseung began, resting his snack on the counter. “We could help you file a report against that guy, if you want.”

Jungwon met your eyes with his own sincere ones, “He should pay for the way he treated you.” Jake put your basket from earlier on the counter, dry items taking the place of the previously wet ones.

“Do you still want these," he asked shyly. After everything that happened, you felt empty in more than one way. Some warm broth and noodles is exactly what your body needed at the moment. You nodded, handing Jake a $20 bill. Beeping sounds immediately met your ears as he scanned your items with a strange haste. You looked back to Heeseung and Jungwon.

“Getting the police involved will only make it harder for me to forget this ever even happened. Thank you for your concern, though,” you smile at the humble pair before they took the final gulps from their ramen cups before discarding them.

“Here’s your change,” Jake chirped, handing you the plastic bag of goodies. “Thank you,” you bowed, heading to the exit.

“Y'sure you don't need a ride?” Jungwon asked. You flashed him your phone screen. “Uber,” was all you said before walking into the black of the night, the sliding doors closing behind you.

According to your smartphone, you should expect your chauffeur, Sunghoon, to arrive shortly in a black truck with tinted windows. The vehicle came speeding through the parking lot, a chill wind hitting your features. The truck was so dark, that it almost blended into the night. He rolled down the window, looking you up and down.

"Name?"

"Uh, ____," you said, his blunt question catching you off guard.

"Get in," he replied, directing a thumb to the back seat, unlocking the door as you slid in, bumping into another passenger. Immediately caught by his dark eyes, the boy waved slightly, muttering a deep “Welcome aboard,” before fixing his gaze out the window again. The truck sat idly as Sunghoon delayed taking off, exchanging a few hushed words to the guy sitting in the front passenger's seat.

Click.

The backseat doors opened from both ends, Heeseung, Jungwon, and Jake joining you in the black vehicle. "Scoot over, Niki," Jungwon complained, trying to get comfortable in the crammed space. That's when you saw one last person join you all in the truck, his face capturing the moonlight like a thief.

"Sunoo?! W-what are you doing here? I thought you were an hour away!" All he did was frown in response. He always made that face whenever he was hiding something from you. "Sunoo," you pressed, nudging his shoulder.

"Oh please, would you just shut the hell up already," the hostile driver growled at you.

You screwed your eyes brows in confusion, "What's going on here," you inquired, now feeling anxiety start to creep up on you.

"The very thing I warned you about before you abandoned me," the front passenger bit back.

That voice. You knew exactly who it belonged to.

It was Jay, your looney ex-lover, sitting right in front of you. An angry yet pitiful scowl contaminated his handsome features.

You pushed through Heeseung, reaching for the door handle, only for Niki, the quietest yet scariest one, to snatch your wrist, pulling you into his tantalizing grip. "Let me go," you yelped, only for Jungwon to harshly cover your mouth.

Screech.

Sunghoon pulled off at a dangerous speed, causing your bodies to shake in the truck. Heeseung crossed his legs cooly as if he wasn't just casually talking with you in the store, “So when do we get to have fun with her, again? It’s not like she did any good entertaining me through conversation.”

Jake rolled his eyes at Heeseung, “I could’ve used your enthusiasm when I had to stuff that fat old chick in the freezer. Alone. On top of that, I had to mop the floor quintillion times before the blood stains got out.”

“At least you’d make a good house husband,” Sunghoon joked.

You felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach at Jake’s confession: He killed Mandy.

"I'm sorry, ____," Sunoo whispered, fighting back tears as he hid his face from you.

Everything was starting to make sense now.

The visions of seven hooded boys.

The clicking sounds you'd hear from outside your window at night.

The way you could never shake the feeling that you were being watched.

Jay’s past words echoed in the back of your mind:

"If you ever decide to leave me, don't ever think that you'll get very far before I catch up. I'll always be watching you."

You bit Jungwon's hand, causing him to retreat his palm from your flushed face. "Sunoo, you betrayed me! You told me that I was paranoid when you knew exactly what was going on behind my back! I felt safe with you...I trusted you! And you fucking lied to me!"

"God, I've had just about enough of her nagging," Niki said, landing a fisted blow across your face. As you faded out of consciousness, Jay tried to soothe your daze.

“Even though I betrayed you and beat you, it was only my funny way of expressing how much I love you. Can’t you see that I did all of that out of love?”

You could still hear Sunoo pleading for your forgiveness in the background as you held onto the last strand of your consciousness.

"I've been watching you for a long time, love. You always try to escape me and I never understood why you just wouldn't listen to me. All I've ever done is love you and try to protect you. This time, I’ll make sure you’ve learned your lesson.”

And that was the last thing you heard before retreating to the vacancy of your mind, floating around in the silence of your oblivion. Left in the hands of seven reckless boys who’d successfully lured you into their cat trap, you didn’t know what to expect once you’d open your eyes, but you knew it wouldn’t be anything good.

In that time, you came to the unsettling conclusion that broken toys were Jay’s favorite, and if you weren’t already broken upon being found, you would be by time he’s done playing with you.

☆ ᴀ/ɴ: in no way, shape, or form does this fanfic intend to romanticize unhealthy relationships or abusive behaviors. i simply write for entertainment and creative purposes. thus, reader discretion is always advised.

☆ ᴘ.ꜱ: special thanks to the fabulous anon who requested this piece! i played around with the plot a bit, but I hope you all enjoyed reading it! if you guys would like a version of this story with a happier ending, let me know in the comments!

☆ taglist (based off of users that personally requested to be on my taglist, my faves, and people that I've noticed interacting with my yandere content) ~

@fanficfactoryfoxxx @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @yngwife @03sunoos @kaykay11sworld @maryismad @gigiramirezsblog @hoonsyo @en-thralled @haechansheart @night-en-shining-armor @cutiejseong

[mrzombielover]

Hello! Perchance, ur request is still open? I'd love your take on something that's been rattling in my brain. If you can't disregard the rest of the message, no worries! 😊 Human!Adam x Angel!Reader, I'd love an obsessed Adam who grew close to the reader after the fallout of his relationship with the trio (Luci, Lilith, and Eve). After being kicked out of Eden, he separates from Eve for years which is when he meets, well, you.

omg hi yes reqs are open!! everyone reading this pls send me more adam stuff the brainrot is realll and i need him in a way that’s concerning to feminism

also i just wanted to say thank you again for all the kind words you leave on my slow ride series it is so sweet and motivating :,)))))

warnings: none || wc: 842

When everyday in heaven is a perfect day, you tend to find yourself becoming bored. You fulfill your duties, chitchat with the other angels, eat your fill of the sweetest fruits and lay to sleep on the softest clouds. You can sunbathe, go for a swim, see your closest friends however much you prefer. Heaven is, well, perfect- it was designed to be. Everyone else is perfectly satisfied, you should be perfectly satisfied.

So why do you find your mind wandering?

When everything is perfect, you’ve found lately that you’re lacking a sense of fulfillment. Of purpose. And above all else, you’re bored.

This is when your habit started. It’s harmless, really, you just had an itch of curiosity that needed to be scratched. Sure, your job had basically nothing to do with the humans on earth, but they were so fun to watch.

There’s not many of them right now, but they’re all so fascinating, especially the little ones. You couldn’t fathom it, being mortal. Originally, you thought they lived such trivial lives, but upon closer inspection, they’re not so different from your own.

After the fall, they’re completely separated from you now. You wish there was a way for you to let them know that there were still angels watching over them.

Your favorite, though, is Adam. After eating the fruit of knowledge, he’s different. As to be expected, though, when he suddenly has knowledge of good and evil, concepts he couldn’t even fathom before.

He’s funny. It’s terrible, some of the things he says, and even worse that you find it amusing. He’s charming, in a way.

One day, you just can’t help yourself anymore. It hurts you to see them struggle. Since leaving the garden, they’ve known pain and suffering. Struggle. Hunger. And though you’ve never experienced those yourself, the thought brings you sadness. You can’t imagine suffering so, and there’s a sense of guilt because you know that you have the power to make things easier for them.

You feel such pity, watching them, so far away, as they lament about missing the garden. Adam says that, most of all, he misses the fruit. The berries here never seemed to be as sweet.

It’s no coincidence when, not long after, he discovers a bushel of all the fruits he’d missed. It nearly brings him to tears when he takes a bite, the sweetness on his tongue and juices rolling down his chin. And it’s not much, but the pride that blooms in your chest as you watch is the best thing you’ve felt in millennia.

So you leave more gifts for them. You ought to be more careful, you’re pretty sure you could get in trouble for this. But if you’re not actually talking to them it’s fine, right? That’s just a line you won’t cross.

“Holy fuck-“ You dropped the basket you were holding. “It’s you!”

That startled you. How had a human managed to sneak up on you??

“I knew it-!”

You quickly shush him, looking around anxiously.

“I’m really not supposed to be here,” You say quietly, but you crack a small smile. He smiles, too.

You straighten up, and you mean to leave, but then he grabs your arm.

“Wait!” You can feel the blood pumping beneath his mortal flesh against the skin of your arm, what a strange feeling. “You have to leave already?”

You pause, biting the inside of your cheek as you consider it. Oh, you really shouldn’t. But you’re missing the warmth from his touch on your arm already.

Though you know it’s wrong in every sense of the word, you figure a few minutes couldn’t hurt. So you sit with him. You tell him about heaven, how every day is perfect, how one day he’ll forget what any of this feels like. And he tells you about Lilith and Eve, and how lonely he is down here. You tell him you wish you could fix that, frustrated by your own incompetence.

“Trust me, you’ve done enough,” He laughs, but hes putting a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. The touch is innocent, but it (embarrassingly) takes a great effort to keep your wings still.

Adam doesn’t move his hand away this time, and you cautiously raise your hand and put it over his. You turn to look at his face, and his eyes flicker briefly to your lips.

Then he leans closer to you, and presses his lips against your own, in the same way you’ve watched other humans do. It’s an odd sensation, he’s so warm, and causes a feeling you’ve never felt to stir in your chest. and this time, your wings do flutter.

you’re utterly speechless when he pulls away, already longing for his touch again. but you’ve already spent too much time here, and on top of all the rules you’ve broken lately, that was probably a big one.

you stand up hastily, and you feel a pang of sadness at the look on his face.

“I’ll see you again, I promise,”

He can’t wait.

reblogs + comments greatly appreciated :)

[fazedlight]

Why am I obsessed with the rift?

From my first fic to the many many many many season 5 fics I've written, to the fic where the whole thing could've been averted in season 2, to my no-villain-era-for-Lena in season 3 (twice) and season 4 fics......... I seem to have developed a bit of a rift pattern.

A reasonable person might ask: Why?

There's something that itches in my mind: I think either woman would've been fully justified in walking away from their friendship, and yet they ultimately didn't.

It starts with Kara, who is ultimately a fractured person. She deeply values the truth, and yet she's forced to live with various lies, unable to be her full self.

Her identity is in the in-betweens. She feels adrift between two cultures, she knows her alien state while reaping the privilege of passing, she hides core aspects of herself on a daily basis. I'm sucked into the rift, in part, because of who she is and how she struggles to put it all together. I think her frustration will resonate with anyone who's stuck in the in-betweens.

Kara's struggle for identity plants the seed for the rift. The bigotry of society meant she had to have a secret identity in the first place, and keeping the secret from Lena was certainly reasonable for a time.

We can debate endlessly about when Kara should've told Lena - I think it's really hard to find the line between "too soon" and "too late" - but it ultimately doesn't matter. Because it's Kara's kneejerk reaction to Lena's kryptonite that forms the first sort of betrayal, not the secret itself.

Kara screws up - she says something she regrets, she doubles down when threatened and scared. These are common mistakes... but we have super-level circumstances, so we get super-level consequences. And the engine she has inside her that fears loss (which she's suffered to a level that is unimaginable to anyone on Earth) kicks in. She can't lose another person she loves.

But who is she holding onto?

In the series, and in flashbacks, we watch Lena's progression from idealistic techie to cynical recluse. While she's experienced loss and isolation, that's not the cause of her shift.

It's in experiencing her idol and protector become the madman who kidnaps her. It's in realizing her best friend has betrayed her by taking the one thing that could've saved her brother. It's in moving to a new city to start over, and meeting a mentor who uses her to start a global invasion. It's in her partner in scientific discovery being a pawn to her brother, colluding behind her back.

And then there's the final downfall. Her new best friend - her trusted confidant, her hero, the one who made her feel not so alone anymore - is the super who denigrated her, maligned her, spied on her. Lena had two important people in her life at that point, and she sacrificed one for the other... only to find out the other was a lie.

With betrayal after betrayal - Lex and Andrea and Rhea and Eve and Kara - she loses faith that anyone is above their worst impulses.

So she falls to her own.

How can good people do bad things?

There's a saying I heard around MIT sometimes: there are no technical solutions to social problems. It's easy to forget - when you're surrounded by people seeking to improve the world via science and engineering - that you can't solve humanity via technology or logic or rules. Lena forgot this.

Myriad marks a shift in the rift. Kara lied to Lena, antagonized her, spied on her - but her wrongs were directed towards Lena. Lena's initial response - the petty manipulation and the plan to out Kara - were directed back at Kara.

But then the rift fundamentally shifts.

At this point, Lena's wrongs are no longer just about Kara - she's trying to brainwash the world. She mindcontrolled Malefic and enslaved Eve. This went beyond the fallout between two friends.

It's clear that her intentions are still good here. She's not a megalomaniac like her brother, she's not forming an us-vs-them mentality like her stepmother. She's an anti-villain at this point in the story - desperate to find what's true, in a world full of lies.

It's a hard line to walk, acknowledging Lena's trauma and well-intentioned motivations while realizing she's still ultimately culpable for her own actions. But it's important to try to balance, because Lena is still redeemable.

But getting back to the relationship itself - Kara played a large role in pushing Lena to the edge of her trauma, which was entirely motivated by Kara's own trauma.

You hide things so you don’t lose people. I run from people who hide things. I guess we were bound to explode.

Lena says this in my first fic mentioned earlier, and it summarizes the rift as succinctly as I can put it. Their traumas were incompatible, and their relationship should've failed.

And yet.

Delving into how the CW screwed up the rift could be its own essay. They gave us a complex and layered situation, only to gut it with It's a Super Life (beloved/beloathed), the narrative retroactively justifying Kara instead of examining her foils, glossing over Lena instead of delving into her ethical blindspots. The rift was cancelled.

What does that leave us with?

Well, I guess it left me seeking the rift, over and over again. I'm certainly not the first author to do a rift fic, and I doubt I'll be the last. There seem to be a few different approaches:

Some authors delve into the nuance, having the two characters hash out what they've been through in a way that feels balanced and real. In particular, I love the @searidings fic with the birds i'll share this lonely view. I don't think I have the skill to pull off that type of story.

Some writers lean heavily on one "side" or the other, often with lots of grovelling. This never resonates with me, because at some point in a relationship there has to be the realization that it's "us vs. the problem", rather than "you vs. me". In my mind, these fics miss the layers of trauma that led to the rift.

Some authors make the rift not matter. If you put the characters through hell and back, the anger will lose its thrust, and they'll be left wanting to heal.

I fall into the last category.

There's a moment from permanence by @itllsetyoufree that I especially love, where - in the aftermath of season 6 - Eliza asks Lena why she forgave Kara. Lena can't answer.

We like to think we're logically driven. But in my experience, forgiveness - and a host of other emotions - never work that way. Sometimes "sorry" cuts it, sometimes it doesn't. A lot of times, forgiveness comes from the realization that someone genuinely wants to connect, and that the fallout was relatively unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

Of course, when your fallout includes extra levels of gaslighting and a bit of global brainwashing, making it relatively unimportant requires something drastic.

That's where I end up landing. Putting my blorbos in Situations helps them see the other in a new light - see the other's genuineness, the other's fears, the other's love. Often times, this comes with the simultaneous threat to someone's life (though that's not necessary, especially if it's earlier in Lena's breaking point cutoff).

I do assume - and sometimes imply - that they're also having those discussions, working things out in the background. Because of what I put them through in my fics, I don't think those end up being explosive discussions. It's about figuring out the practical aftermath of what the heart already knows at that point.

Whether I deliver on that is ultimately up to the reader, but that's my approach. Because at the end of the day, love is about cherishing and understanding the person in front of you - flaws and and traumas in all. These stories are driven by loving both characters, and trying to see them the way they see each other.

The rift is a story about love and connection - how those things can't happen without embracing someone else's trauma and without understanding one's own imperfection. Because that's what's at the root of all of us.

And that's why I write the rift.

[thiefseeker]

i've been soooo bored with gw2 lately i'll eventually start uploading some other MMO/viddygame content here. i've been obsessed with ff14 (against all odds) and fallout lately so my wip folders are full of that crap rn

[pinkfey]

CATCH UP ｡*･♡;

the lovely rosie @rosebarsoap tagged me to do this and i'm such a sucker for questionnaires so here we are!! thank u for the tag darling 💕💕

LAST SONG: according to spotify desktop it's ottawa rockstar by whales•talk 🐳

CURRENTLY WATCHING: pirating law and order svu from the beginning….. i have many thoughts and liberal copaganda is so fascinating

THREE SHIPS: hmmm i suppose as of late i've been into ursula/astarion (usual suspects), miss/benny of fallout new vegas fame, and ellery/aloth (poe longing came out of nowhere tbh) but i’ve had no big fixations for a while </3

FAVORITE COLOR: this may come as a shock but............ pink 😳

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: trader joes boxed tomato soup 🥫 my latest safe food which i top with some bread and heavy cream...... girl i am OBSESSED i think i have to have a cup nearly every day lest i starve

FIRST SHIP: percabeth iirc 😔

PLACE OF BIRTH: cali baby 😎

CURRENT LOCATION: still around the bay 💃

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: quite infamously taken for nearly four years now !! wow can u believe?????

LAST MOVIE: when harry met sally as part of our vday celebration 💝

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: reworking a dozen pinterest boards :3

i'll try to tag as many as tumblr will allow since it's been a wee bit !! tagging: @malefiicarum @yharnams @yrlietlanaevyss @nocticulas @perpetuagf @kymal @vvanessaives @avallachs @kirnet @calenhads @devilbrakers @bhalspawn @laezels @mrs-theirin @risingsh0t @rosenfey @bryoria @nsewell @voigtvir @dancefevr @ansburg @aezyrraeshh @dameaylin @morrigano @waterdeep @doomblight @lexcanium @dannyburke @druidgroves @sunites @shadowglens @terendelev @dreamsongtwentynine @ortanthaig @brujah @swordcoasts @ttrpgs @hylfystt @onewingedangels @thedeadthree and you!!!!!

[orkbutch]

A Gender Feelings Dump bc i have my semi-public diary back now :)

I came back to tumblr because I got immediately obsessed with BG3 and knew I wanted to do it Proper Fandom Like. Possibly because its been a surprisingly nostalgic experience and the last time I was into something like this, I was on tumblr doing fandom (DA, fallout, ect.) so maybe its all regression, idk. But it has resulted in me drawing and writing the most I ever have in 6 years, since I left my bachelor of illustration and decided I couldn't do art as a career and I needed Real Work (tm) to live and meet my goals.

That has changed. I've realised I have been fighting my nature; I've wanted to be an artist since I was a child, and I was Always solely fixed on that goal. And one thing 6 years of drawing and creating a lot less did was... cut me off from a gender experience I have! Which I lowkey forgot about, and am now rediscovering? And its an odd (but also not odd at all) one that I gotta ramble about.

My name is Emmanuel Josephine [Redacted], and I picked Josephine because its my favourite name and because I was aware that sometimes, I simply am not... in Emmanuel headspace. Emmanuel is a Tom of Finland rough-housing cowboy priest. Which are often my vibes. But lately I have been a lot more Josephine, whose vibes are more ... 15th Century nun troubadour secretly in love with their fellow nun. Am I making sense? These are just vibes. Gender word association.

Anyway, I've realise these track to whether I'm more preoccupied, at that period of my life, with the outside world or my internal world. I phrase it that way because I don't want to imply that Emmanuel is just "Face", a social performance; I can be and am Josephine with other people. These aren't personality changes (Important to specify that because I have DDNOS lol), but maybe... the temporary moving of my perspective and perceptions.

I think when I'm feeling very creative and making a lot of things, I become very introspective; for me, art is always a conversation with myself. My Perspective and Perception inevitably shifts to be more internal. That makes me less responsive to social contexts, which is obviously a massive part of gender identity. And I just become a lot Less Gendered... I think?

Perhaps thats why Josephine is best described to me as a cloistered nun. I become less dysphoric about my body (because I think about it less) and I become fairly disinterested in having sex (though I am still just as interested in sexuality as a subject). I experience this broad, internal landscape that feels so intricate and distinct from the external world that it feels almost divine, or I guess metaphysical, even though I don't believe in anything spiritual. That is the shift in perspective; the internal world becoming the focus over the external.

Which, like... is this dissociation? I genuinely don't know. I have a dissociation disorder, so it would make sense. The separation from my dysphoria and libido, and the turn inwards, thats pretty dissociative stuff. I don't know. I feel pretty present. Its just weird.

I can't tell if this is an alternative experience that is gendered, what you may call A Gender Experirnce, or a dissociative episode (are the two really that different?), or more specifically, a regressive episode. Idk. Brains are wild.

[kristannefoxx]

HEY YALL!! I just found a MOD on FNV (it’s prob been out and I’m just slow and late don’t mind me) BUT i am OBSESSED with it

Spoiler ⚠️

pictures of this MOD Below the

-Emoticon snowstorm and Below the pictures is the curiosity of me! :D-

It is Fallout new Vegas DUST

It is FNV 20 YEARS after the occurrences of vanilla FNV

I Ligit am obsessed with it even tho it’s just modded and looks slightly different but it feels like a new game to me it reminds me a mix of FNV, Dead money, Lonesome Road and fallout 3 with the rubble!

If you do have this mod tell me what it’s like! I don’t have a working PC to download the mods so lemme know how u like it!

(Best way to contact me is thru reblog texts I can’t with regular messages, or just with the answers below! MINORS DNI )

　　　　　　　　　

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[blowflyfag]

I’ve been tagged in so many games lately this is so much fun thank you @selamat-linting !!!!

nine people id like to know better

last song: “Primo” - MellowHype

Favorite color: brown!!! I love so many different shades of brown it’s hard to pick. I also really like yellow :)

Currently watching: I don’t really watch tv besides wrestling..? So WWE and AEW! I sometimes catch an episode of Bar Rescue though or Cheaters. I love garbage Saturday morning tv

sweet/savory/spicy: I think imma go with sweet. I feel like I’ll always choose a sweet treat over a savory snack

relationship status: single! I’m not really hunting either? If something happens it’ll happen. I just can’t do dating apps theyre too scary for me.

Current obsession: I’m gonna be real. I’ve been thinking a lot…. About Fallout New Vegas. It’s a very special game to me it means a lot and a lot of people have been talking about the fallout show and so people have been talking about New Vegas and stuff again aaaaaaaa. It’s one of my favorite games.

Last thing googled: ….LA Knight. In my defense I wanted to look at the hand signs he makes in the ring so I can do them in a photo with him.

Tagging!!!! No pressure of courseeee

@gabaghoul69 @ayeeitsali @salirophiliac @highfunctioningfleshrule63 @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands @muttbrainmaxwell @are-we-really-doing-this @pussinbuss @space-pirate-alex

[veritasrose]

Sorry for being so quiet here lately. I have just been kind of trying to keep my head busy and distracted lately. I have been teaching myself to embroider. I also started playing Fallout 4, which has been a great distraction!

Idk, between all the family drama-trauma-coping and my disability hearing in a month, (also still healing from surgery), I just have no energy left to process my own actual thoughts and feelings. It’s all I can do to just distract with fun shiny things and keep going forward. Hopefully this summer things will calm down and I can finally just relax!

But until them I am going to obsessively craft and game until my body gets to go to sleep!

[gracie7209]

Amaryllis Chapter 5: It’s Been Awhile

Pairing: Frankie x f!Reader

WC: 3.6K

Warnings: Not every chapter is going to be 18+ but the story as a whole IS so minors DNI, lots of pining, Tom, but he’s more in the background…

Summary: I have something I need to run by you - I know you said you had to do this on your own, but I had to try. I need to see you. This has to be discussed in person. — Frankie

A/N: So I think I’m going to try and update every Friday, just to try and keep somewhat of a consistent schedule. This Chapter was done yesterday and Chapter 6 is almost ready to go, but I didn’t want to post too soon lol

What are your thoughts on a posting schedule? Should there be a set time between updates at a minimum, or just roll them out as they’re finished??

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It has been two months since you kissed Frankie. Two months since you’ve been able to go anywhere by yourself — Tom was exactly how you knew he would be - Loud, arrogant, and controlling to the point that he would accompany you everywhere including Wednesdays with your Mom. No more appointments followed by lunch meetings with Frankie at the diner. No more adult conversations where you could just be with no expectations, no hiding… that was all over.

You played your part well. The scared little girl you had been when you met Tom no longer existed, but she was such a part of your psyche that you could act like her. That day had awakened something within you — The feeling had been there for months, but you could never articulate what it meant due to your situation.

Slowly, Frankie had been breaking down your walls without your knowledge. Giving you a courage you didn’t even know you possessed, which subsequently led to several fights with Tom that in fact preceded your kiss with Frankie.

You felt like you had always known him, when in reality it had only been a few short months. Having him as a staple in your life for that small amount of time and then losing him? Knowing that there was so much better for you out there only solidified your resolve.

You no longer let Tom’s control tear you down… His obsessive nature in general along with recent events led him to install cameras so you were always being watched. He made threats of having eyes everywhere so no matter where you would go, he would know.

You had to figure something out before the baby came.

There were still a few things however, that never changed — Fight Night for instance.

Generally, Benny’s fights were only once or twice a month, but lately Benny gained more popularity in the local circles thus more Fight Nights with Tom and the guys… sans Frankie of course.

You knew Frankie wouldn’t attend and as such, Tom felt like a big shot. He had you safe and sound at home and he could continue doing what he always did like nothing ever happened. The guys were aware that a minor lapse in judgment caused a rift between Tom and Frankie and Tom liked to point out that Frankie just couldn’t let it go.

It was left out to the guys though, that Frankie had come to your rescue after your husband had become physically abusive. The guys didn’t ask for details on the fallout, and Frankie knew it wasn’t his right to talk about it, especially when it was his big mouth that caused Tom to snap to begin with. Not that it was an excuse, but to Frankie, you seemed sure in what you wanted, and that was to figure this out yourself. Frankie, however, made sure that he kept in touch with the guys to keep an eye on your situation and just make sure you were ok.

You only knew that he even kept in touch with them at all after a particular Friday night about a month after you went back to Tom.

It was still the usual scenario… Tom would get shitfaced and one of the guys would bring him home. This time it was Santi, and as per usual, he had to walk Tom’s drunk ass inside and physically put him in bed…

Some nights, Tom just stomped through the front door and ordered you to the room. This time though, you were relieved to see Santi holding him up as he made his way to the bedroom.

You shake your head slightly and Santi gives you a quick nod as he practically drags Tom with him. After a couple of minutes, Santi comes back out and makes eye contact with you across the room.. he doesn’t say a word, but he nods his head toward the front door, asking for you to follow.

Once outside, you walk with Santi back to his truck.

He abruptly turns to you, holding out his hand.. “Here take this.”

“What is it?”

“It’s from Frankie.”

That was all he had to say before you were snatching the small parcel out of his hands.

“Not here,” he whispers quietly, shaking his head slightly.

“Frankie asked me to get this to you, said it was urgent…. so I may have given Tom a few extra drinks, not that he fought me too much…”

You roll your eyes, because of course he didn’t…..

“I still don’t know what’s going on in all of this. I’ve never seen Fish so nervous and he won’t tell me anything, but he said he was worried about you and insisted that I deliver this to you in person.”

You hug Santi with enough force to push him back a little. He’s trying to be wary of your stomach, but rubs your back lightly as your emotions get the better of you and you cry into his jacket.

“Tell him I’m ok. That I’m still trying to figure things out…”

“What things? I still don’t understand. I’ve gotten the gist that your marriage to Tom isn’t very traditional, but—“

You cut him off —“Just tell him for me…. Please…”

“Alright, Alright…” he holds his hands up in defeat, “yes ma’am.” The look he’s giving you lets you know that he’s not sure, but he takes the hint and doesn’t push you further.

“I hope you guys know what you’re doing… but be safe, yeah? I’ll probably see you next week.”

You wave lightly as Santi starts up his truck. You quickly stash the neatly folded piece of paper into the soft lining of one of your warm socks, and make your way back inside.

—

You go about your evening routine as usual. Just in case Tom were to rouse out of his coma, you didn’t want to give him any reason to be curious.

You’re on pins and needles with the feeling of the Frankie’s note burning a hole next to your foot. All you want to do is rip it open and devour its contents, but you know you need to play this right, so you finish tidying up the kitchen and living room, and make your way to the bathroom. You lock yourself in, and start up the shower.

You were anxious to know what Frankie had written… your stomach is doing flip flops as you fight the urge to vomit. Taking a deep breath, you carefully begin to unfold the letter — Your name is written on the outside. You open it slowly, so the crinkle of paper doesn’t wake up Tom. Currently, his snoring is able to be heard even over the shower, but you didn’t want to take any chances—

The writing is very small and you think it matches Frankie’s calm demeanor. It’s dated yesterday..

—

I hope more than anything that you get this. I’ve been so worried about you and the baby, but the guys tell me you’re ok. You’re so much stronger than anyone gives you credit for. Not that the guys really know much about you, but I won’t go into details about what happened with them.

I had to be able to talk to you in some way. Every Wednesday I look for your car, hoping you’ll be at the clinic or at the diner and I KNOW you won’t, but I still go - the same time every week. Even before that day in my truck, you were just so easy to talk to, and I started looking forward to therapy just because I got to see you. I knew it was wrong because you were married to my friend “superior,” but we just talked and you seemed to benefit from it just as much as I did. You even started smiling after a few weeks - I like to think it’s because we developed a relat- friendship that was different from everyone else. It’s probably wishful thinking, but I really hope not. I’m not very good at this kind of stuff so I hope you don’t think I’m being too cheesy saying that… sorry

You smile to yourself as you see several areas where he scribbled something out, or tried fixing a mistake etc

I have something I need to run by you- I know you said you had to do this on your own, but I had to try.

I need to see you. This has to be discussed in person.

I’m going to have Santi help me. He doesn’t know all of the details, but he’s done with Tom’s bullshit in general and he promised to help keep an eye on you guys and the baby.

Now if you aren’t ok with this, we won’t do it. I want you to feel comfortable and I want it to be your choice.

If you agree to meet, it will be in about 4 weeks. Ben’s fight is in the City this time and it’ll give us time to talk if Tom is nowhere near you. Santi already cleared that Tom would be there after some persuasion. Tom didn’t want to leave you alone all night, but Santi can be a little shit, so he eventually agreed.

The plan is that Tom will ride up with Santi and leave his truck. I’ll send more details, but Tom will do as he always does, which would will leave you open to meet with me. When you see Santi, just let him know your answer. I promise I will understand if you say no. It is completely up to you. If you agree, I’ll send Santi with more instructions.

I hope you’re doing ok regardless.

I miss you. Don’t give up hope. I’m still here whenever you need me.

I’ll talk to you soon,

Frankie

—

With tears in your eyes, you refold the paper and carefully put it back in its hiding place - You’re grateful for the small size as it’s really the only place you can hide it. You keep it with to you at all times, until next Friday when you get to see Santi.

–

It’s incredibly embarrassing how predictable Tom is when he thinks he’s in control. When Santi pulls up, you hear the commotion of him trying to get Tom to his feet – The childish way Santi has to talk to him to keep him calm and get him into bed – You try not to let your excitement show on your face until Tom is tucked away and out cold.

You walk to the truck with Santi and you hand him a similarly folded piece of paper to give to Frankie. All you do is nod with a smile and tears in your eyes. Santi takes it, but reaches for something in his coat pocket. He pulls out a small envelope and hands it to you. You weren’t expecting anything back yet, but you take it and put it away safely beside the pounding pulse point in your shoe. You make your way inside, and unfortunately, Tom wasn’t as put out as you had originally thought. You’ll have to wait until later before you get to read what Frankie sent you. You take a breath and open your bedroom door where Tom is already waiting.

–

Frankie has been trying to keep himself occupied - Busy work helps keep his mind from racing, wondering what he’s going to hear on Friday. He goes ahead and writes out the details and gives them to Santi with instructions to give it to you only if you tell him that you're ok with meeting with him. He’s praying that you do…

Flash forward to Friday night and Frankie is exhausted. This week he’s been focused on throwing all of his energy into work and when he’s at home, he’s organizing and cleaning literally every inch of his house until his body drops into bed, only to wake up and do it all again the next day.

Tonight though, he has been so anxious just waiting, waiting, waiting that he can’t help himself and he texts Santi– The fight wouldn’t have even started yet, but he can’t find it in himself to wait. He asks Santi to basically give him a play by play of the night to ease his increasingly rampant thoughts.

—

Just got to the fight. Benny’s up nest 7:34pm

K man. Thanks 7:34pm

Our boy kicked ass as usual. T is already 5 in 8:15pm

Fuck yeah Benjamin! Man I miss going with you guys…. Keep him full 8:16pm

Just met up w/ Miller boys @ Hannah’s 8:54pm

Have fun - Drinks on me!! 8:54pm

[😠] 9:52pm

Fuck T man. I’m ready for this to be over. Not sure how many more

of these I can handle 9:53pm

Keep me in the dark unless she’s

involved. I don’t want to fuck this up. Hopefully only 2 more if all goes to plan 9:56pm

Redfly is taking his last piss. We’re heading her way 11:05pm

K, thanks man - remember only if she agrees - don’t question her. Just get her answer and head out) 11:07pm

{✔👍} 11:08pm

–

Frankie sits down in one of his kitchen chairs and his leg starts bouncing uncontrollably. His anxiety about the entire situation has him completely on edge, so he texts Benny just to give his hands something to do…

Congrats man! Miss you guys 11:10pm

😘 💖💖💖 - miss you too 11:11pm

Well that didn’t take very long…. Frankie was hoping he’d be waiting for a response to kill a little more time…. Not sure what else to do, he scrolls through his phone, just waiting for text back. He wasn’t expecting one back from Benny.

—

She’s going to say yes man. Stop worrying 11:21pm

What the fuck? How in the hell does Benny know? He’s going to kill Pope.

He’s not sure what the fuck to think so he just tries to play it off….

What do you mean? 11:21pm

Pope told me after he snapped at Tom over something he said about his wife. Wouldn’t go into detail, but I made him fill me in a little bit. 11:23pm

Well. Not sure what all he told you but I just want to make sure she’s ok… 11:24pm

You don’t gotta explain yourself to me brother. Just don’t be stupid. 11:24pm

This whole thing is just so fucked. She doesn’t deserve Tom’s shit. 11:25pm

Bro, it’s gonna b ok. She’s tough 💪 11:25pm

Yes she is 11:26pm

🤮 11:26pm

Shut up asshole 🖕11:27pm

I kid, I kid… not sure I even wanna ask at this point… Just talk to Pope and see what she said :) 11:28pm

Yeah, it’s been about 20 min since I talked to him. Thx again man 11:29pm

[✌️💖💖💖] 11:30pm

Frankie wants to wait just a few more minutes for Santi to message back… But a couple of minutes turns to ten, then to twenty…. Frankie’s had enough –

Everything ok?? 11:52pm

Nothing. Not even showing read. Fuck! He probably just left his phone in the car and is dealing with Tom. Fucking bastard. Frankie paces around his living room continuously checking his phone. ‘Why isn’t he messaging back?’

After another agonizing twenty minutes he sends Santi another message–

Pope? Man, I'm losing it. What’s going on? 12:12am

Still not showing read…. What if Tom found it? What if he found your letter from last week? Or the one Santi was holding tonight? Tom wouldn’t lay hands on Santi - Would he? Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!

Frankie tries calling and it goes to voicemail… That’s it…. Frankie decides he’s had enough – He grabs his keys and jacket and pulls on his boots. He’s about to walk out the door when he sees headlights pulling up. He steps out and meets the familiar truck in his driveway.

Santi’s face is like stone – No emotion. No sense of what he’s about to be told….

Santi reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a folded envelope – Frankie’s face falls instantly - She said no… He puts his hands on his hips and kicks his foot against some gravel, paying close attention to how the gravel seeps into the edge of the grass of his yard…

“Here.” Santi holds up the unread letter for Frankie to take. Frankie’s disappointment is written all over his face and Santi hands it to him and goes in for a hug…

“She said yes, Cabron.”

Frankie’s head jerks up instantly.. “What? Why didn’t you give it to her then?”

“I did. This one's for you… from her.”

Santi is smiling and had his heart not been absolutely soaring, Frankie would’ve flipped him off... She said yes.

–

The next three weeks pass by in a blur – you are all nerves, as you count the days until you meet with Frankie to hear his plan. At this point you’re just happy to see him at all. Santi had given you the letter like Frankie advised when you agreed to meet him. Unfortunately, it took until the next day before you had the chance to read it.

Tom had a showing that Saturday morning, so you were left to your own devices for a while. Not that you weren’t being constantly monitored… or at least Tom would have you believing you were. You took the opportunity to wash off the night before. Scrubbing Tom from your skin was a relief, but you were really just wanting to read Frankie’s letter…. It was handwritten again on a simple piece of notebook paper. You smiled, because he could’ve just told Santi the plan and had him tell you, but seeing his handwriting made you feel closer to him.

—

I just want you to know that the last month has been really fucking hard.

I know by sending you these letters that we are taking a huge risk and I’m truly sorry for putting you in that position. But I had to try something. I’m writing this one now knowing that there is a real possibility that you’ll never see it. I meant it when I said that this is your decision.

If you are reading this then I just want to start by saying Hi :)

I wanted to give you the details of the “HOW” we’re going to make fight night work.

The fight is in the City that week, so from now that should be about 2 3 weeks. You don’t have to do nothing anything… Just continue on like normal. On the night of the fight we’ve already figured out how to get Tom to leave his truck.

You’ll go to this address - and I'll be on the 3rd floor in room 328. It will be unlocked so just come in.

I know this is a lot. I know you’ve already said you agree, but you do not have to do this. I won’t be upset and I understand. I don’t know how well I’ll be able to talk communicate until then, but I’ll be there regardless. If it’s too much, I promise you understand.

I do hope to see you. I hope you’re ok and I would do just about anything just to have a coffee with you again.

Talk to you soon,

Frankie

—

Your shower now long forgotten, you devour the letter over and over again. Three more weeks was no time at all, but felt like an eternity. You run your fingers over Frankie’s words before folding the paper again and taking a deep breath. You would be there. Only three more weeks.

–

It’s the night of the fight in the City. Last week you saw Santi, but he didn’t have a letter for you. He said Frankie knew what he was doing and that everything would be ok. He had Tom handled and that was half the battle.

The fight is set to start at 8:00pm and Santi was set to show up right around 6. You hear the knock at the door and inside you’re feeling like you’re going to puke, but on the outside you’re calm and just sitting at the table sipping your coffee. Santi walks in saying “hi” and asks about the baby. Just acting very casual for Tom’s sake.

Tom hurries him out the door, hardly even acknowledging your presence. Santi must’ve promised him something for Tom to be rushing him out the door. You just sit at the table and wait - you watch the clock and after 15 minutes you take a deep breath. It’s time. You try to quell your nerves as you find your shoes - Deep breath in, deep breath out- The fact that this meeting with Frankie was to discuss plans was probably the furthest thing from your mind. You honestly didn’t care about the reason. You just needed to see him.

You read over the address one last time before tucking Frankie’s letter safely away. The two of them having been a physical reminder to get you through the last few weeks. You take a last look in the mirror, take a breath, and you’re on your way out the door.

You’re sure in your decision - You’re sure in Frankie’s plan.

You get in the truck, put the key in the ignition and the sound of the exhaust is almost music to your ears. You check your mirrors, put the truck in reverse and you pull out of your driveway. You're paranoid that somehow Tom is going to pop out of nowhere and stop you. But, so far, so good.

You drive for maybe five minutes before you spot your destination. It is a large professional type building. The floor level rooms inside were usually reserved for businesses to host large company conferences and seminars. There was lodging available for employees and their guests as well.

You park the truck, and try to calm your nerves. You don’t look around you, but enter the building with a confidence that absolutely did not match how you felt. For the first time in almost two months you’ve managed to successfully go somewhere without Tom - The best part is that you know what’s waiting for you.

Frankie. Sweet Frankie. Above all else, he is your only real friend - apart from Santi who has been nothing but kind to you throughout this whole thing. Frankie - Well, he was more than just a friend now wasn’t he? You smile at the memory of his lips – You hadn’t stopped thinking about them for two months. And right now, he was waiting for you.

You make your way to the elevator. Third floor, room 328.

Your palms are sweating and your breathing intensifies as the elevator ascends. When the door opens you step out and look both ways. Finding the signs to point you to the room, you slowly make your way down the hallway.

You’re standing in front of the door. Frankie said it would be open so you don’t waste another moment before you grab the handle, letting yourself in and slowly closing the door behind you.

—

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A/N: Chapter 6 brings us to the overall E rating for this story… It’s 9.2K words worth of resolved tension and longing. It was the first full chapter I had finished and my first attempt at smut, but I’m proud of it and I hope it makes up for all the pain these two have gone through so far. Again we’re only approaching the halfway point, so we have a ways to go before we reach the end. Thank you all so much for reading!

[bidonica]

a good old get to know me meme

Tagged by @bigre-fichtre! thank you oomfie!

3 ships you like:

thee big one... Jaime x Brienne in asoiaf, I've been ride or die for them since like 2006 when I read Storm and AFfC back to back, they are two character I love individually but their chemistry, the way their storylines thematically intertwine, the dialogue they get to have? Unsurpassed. GRRM your mind

if you think I have Otasune brainrot lately just keep in mind that I'm editing myself down A LOT. Like I started playing the metal gears a little over a month ago and I've been obsessing ever since, which is remarkable because I have historically leaned towards het ships at least when it comes to getting really intense about them, I thought I lacked the fujo gene... they are THAT powerful... can love bloom even on a battlefield? Hell yeah it can and it WILL (this phrase applies so well to JB too btw)

grouping larycent and higgsfragile together because they are lowkey the same flavor of problematic: they are carried by the sour yet enticing flavor of devastating betrayal, of a good thing that got ruined, the scorpion and the frog etc.

First ship ever: nice question! I don't remember! I eased into shipping pretty gradually and fully embraced it pretty late (like late teens?) buut mayyybe Rogue and Gambit from the X-Men via the og cartoon

Last song you heard: Spotify tells me it's Entre Dos Tierras by Heroes del Silencio... I pulled it up because of Till Lindemann's cover which is on rotation on the rock radio I listen to and was rocking to it only for my brother to absolutely obliterate me saying "it sounds like a mashup of various songs by I Nomadi" iykyk

Currently reading: I am having the nastiest reader's block in 2024 I am even having trouble listening to audiobooks so yeah there are books I am "reading" but am I, really. But I just loaded the mgs4 novelization into my kindle........... in this vein I've probably been reading more words of fanfic in the past month than I did in the past couple of years cumulatively. Yes it's because of the metalgears leave me alone

Currently watching: Mary & George, also Fallout and Shogun but I'm following these two with other people so I'm taking it slower than most of you guys

Currently consuming: as in eating? nothing, it's too early for dinner and to be honest yesterday's night out was kinda wild I better leave my stomach alone (I won't)

Currently craving: that thing most mammals crave in spring

tagging (if you want) @cthaehbutwithafrog, @raiden-brannigan, @sanctaignorantia, @godtier1, anyone who has fun doing this kind of thing

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Tag Game

Tag 9 people you want to know better. Tagged by @starknstarwars -- thank you for the tag! ♥

last song: According to my phone, it's "High Treason" from the Shadowbringers soundtrack

favourite colour: teal

currently watching: the new Fallout series (which is surprising because I haven't been able to watch much longform content lately that's not easy to pause)

sweet, savoury or spicy: savory, definitely

relationship status: single

last thing I googled: the water ratio for cooking kamut and amaranth in the rice cooker (I mean, separately, not at the same time)

current obsession: hmm, hard to say. I guess My Time at Sandrock has been consuming a lot of my brain lately? And also I've gotten into this bard character I've been playing on the side for a solo thing (she's ridiculous, she's made of tissue paper, her abilities have almost no combat use, and I love her so much). I'm sure once I exorcise both of these things from my brain it'll return to probably BG3 and SWTOR.

Tagging: @captainderyn, @queen-scribbles, @cryo-lily, @haledamage, @joiedecombat, @thievinghippo, @wilvarin-chan, @keldae, @vihola

[theroundbartable]

Who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Feel free if you want to write the reasons or not of why you love them...

Haha XD ships aren't fun if they are canon, are they? xD

To me, anyway. I love getting together stories with loads of pining. And I prefer it if it could possibly align with canon. If a ship turns canon... it kinda ruins the purpse. Because... It's already a thing. It's fixed. I dunno, maybe I'm just not imaginative enough XD

Funnily enough, I'm often right about which ships turn canon XD

1. Merthur (BBC Merlin)

I have to say that, don't I XD

2. Mergwenthur (BBC Merlin)

I ship them in all variations.

3. Klance

A 3 year obsession. XD i'm half glad they didn't become canon and I am soooo frustrated too. Also, I think Allurance wasn't done Justice. It felt very one sided and that makes me sad for that boat. They could have gotten better and they should have.

4. Drarry (Harry Potter)

*Sighs frustratedly* you know? I am fine with them not being canon, but it should have been addressed! It made sense, even if it was unresolved/unrequited, whatever. nothing would have had to change!!!! On the same note: Wolfstar. But that one is a bit out of my interest zone

Gajevy (Fairy tail)

My first real shipping experience. And I loved their story arc. Especially Gajeel grew so much and it's the one time I think a bully actually deserved to be forgiven. He really worked on himself to do right by his friends.

Zosan (One Piece)

I ship this for the shits and giggles XD

Lumity (The owl house)

Luz and Amity are just so cute together and I love them and it's only downside is that it's already canon :( the show moved too quickly. Had to... But still

Ineffable husbands (good omens)

Do I need to say more?

Morgwen

The reason I put this so late is that I can't imagine them having Problems? I dunno. Perfect fit, no fallouts. it's all hearts and flowers and not leading me into a hellhole of pining idiots. Cause they are smart. It's difficult

Venom x Eddie Brock (Venom)

Vor reasons unknown to me... I like it. It's the one ship where allo aces and monsterfuckers Shake hands and it's wild. Love it. XD

This is what I've got so far. At least they are living in my head rent free. I think there is a theme in the characters I ship romantically. I have some pure platonic ones too XD

Thank you for your question anon :)