#i don't hate him but there's clearly a lock of talent

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hi there! I love all your work and I saw wife!reader and alastor getting married when they were alive and wanted to know how they met or who fell in love first.

You don't have to do this though, have a lovely day! ❤️

I really love this...I won't do how they met because I want people to be able to decide that for themselves but..

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Reader goes on a date, Implied Murder, Alastor being jealous, Suggestive

Description: ☝️⬆️

You are most likely the one who falls first, not that anybody could blame you, Alastor is F I N E

He's a well sought after man with his good looks, charming conversation skills and various other talents

So it makes sense that when you meet him and get to know him a little more, you're smitten with the radio host

But you're well aware that the chances of becoming an item with Alastor are slim to none

He's never once showed an interest in being in a relationship and visibly tenses when someone flirts with him

So you resolve yourself to try and get over this little crush and keep your friendship with him intact

If you were being honest with yourself, then it's more than just a crush, you're head over heels in love with him

You two do become fast friends though, something always drawing the two of you close, a sort of magnetic pull

You're practically the best of friends, always together, inside jokes, judging people together

A dozen almost kisses, romantically charged interactions, almost sexually charged drunken escapades

You even bring him food when he's at work so that he doesn't forget to eat and take care of himself

He sets aside time to take you to different restaurants, clubs, parks, anywhere that might be enjoyable

People are quick to assume you two are a couple, but you're always quicker to correct them

It's the truth but it sort of bothers him

He can't deny that you're great company, or that you're beautiful, or that he hates it when you're not smiling

Or that he has a great...fondness for you and your little quirks/talents

He's very attached to you to say the least, you're an important person in his life

That's what he tells people anyways

He doesn't even realize that he's in love with you until you're suddenly gushing about meeting someone new

You look so hopeful, so excited that some guy asked you out but the idea of you on a date makes his skin crawl

But you're only so hopeful and excited because you think maybe this guy will help you get over your feelings for Alastor?

He's a very sweet man, cute, funny, a little touchy-feely but nothing you can't handle

You don't notice the way Alastor's smile twitches ever so slightly whenever you bring up your date

Or his sour tone and the way he tries to discourage you from going

"Y/N, do you even like him? Can you picture yourself having a future with him?"

"That's why I'm going on a date with him, besides... he's very sweet to me!"

Another eye twitch and a sound that's almost like a snarl, Alastor is sweet to you, this guy isn't special

Okay, you notice but you assume he's just being protective

Alastor doesn't even realize his thunderous expression until your soft hand grips his chin, forcing him to lock eyes with you

"Alastor, I'll be fine. I'm a big girl and I can handle myself, you don't need to worry about me.."

Even though you want him to worry about you, you want him to beg you not to go, to tell you that he-

But he won't

His attitude only gets worse once he actually sees the guy who asked you out on a date

Oh no he's hot

If Alastor knew the word, then he would surely call him a himbo but he doesn't know that word, so he just calls him "Next."

Watching you interact with him was something that was truly sickening, seeing someone so clearly enamored with you

And you're enjoying the attention, Alastor gives you attention, he compliments you and takes you to fun places

Just never with obvious romantic intentions before...

Your date kisses your hand and Alastor wants to scrub it clean for you, Alastor can kiss you-

Kissing you wouldn't be so bad...or possibly more...

What was all that sickeningly sweet stuff you used to talk about couples doing together? Dates, cuddling, sex? He could do that, with you that is-

It's a little hot under his collar all of a sudden

It's not like Alastor hasn't already been practically taking you out on dates, courting you

Everyone already thinks you two are a couple anyways

Fuck he's in love with you and he's probably already missed his chance

He wrestles with himself over the sudden revelation all the days leading up to your date

It's not until you come out looking like the most heavenly creature on earth that Alastor realizes you're actually going on a date

"You... you're really going to go out with him? You can do so much better, Y/N."

He doesn't miss the frustrated look on your face and the way you hug yourself

"Well, he's the only one who's taken an interest in me, Al."

"And if someone else asked you?"

He's cautious with his words, already formulating a plan in his head based off of your reaction

"...there's only one person who I want to take notice of me."

Oh he's stealing you away now

He stands up and slaps his hands on your arms, giving you a charming smile as he leans in

Your body instinctively reacts, and you lean in to meet him halfway, your lips drawn to his-

"Make sure you guys tune into my show later tonight, okay? I'll have something special whipped up for your date!"

He hugs you and leaves you feeling more conflicted than ever, the feeling doesn't leave even after Alastor sees you off for your date

Your lips still tingle from that almost kiss

Your date is absolutely ruined, Alastor having completely taken over your thoughts with his strange behavior

Not that he didn't always take over your thoughts already

But you can hardly focus on your date, who's very sweet, very dumb and a little too touchy for your tastes

You end the date early, already knowing there's no shaking off your love for your best friend

You'll just long for Alastor for the rest of yours days...

Then you remember he asked you to tune into his radio show! Without even realizing it, your feet have taken you to his radio tower

You can hear him in there, getting ready for his show, you grab the handle and press your ear to the door

"Good evening, folks! I would like to dedicate this special song to the love of my life! My soulmate, Y/N!"

You feel your body freeze as a familiar song fills your ears, a song that was special only to you and Alastor

It's the closest thing to a confession that you'll probably ever get from him-

You'll take it

When you open the door to the broadcast booth you can tell he's surprised to see you there

"I thought you would at least be letting him drive you home by now..."

He's nervous but clearly trying to hide it, making his way towards you slowly

"I just wanted to be here with you..."

His arms are sliding around your waist, the nervousness he had before melting away into a smug grin

He's so fucking handsome

"You missed me so much that you ditched you date~?"

Your fingers are tangling in his hair as you pull him in closer, lips nearly touching as the emotions between you two threaten to burst

"And you just dedicated an entire love song to me on air to steal me away from my date."

His warm breath hits your face as he chuckles, bypassing your waiting lips to kiss your ear softly instead

"What can I say, my dear? I'm a fool when it comes to love~"

His voice nearly makes your knees buckle, but Alastor easily holds you up, pushing you up against the door while giving you a bruising kiss

For someone who's never really taken an interest in relationships, he's a really talented fucking kisser

I really hope you like this one! I had so much fun with it!

[the-offside-rule]

Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Love Lies

Requested: yes

Prompts: 32) "Keep the jersey on."

                   43) "I'm in the better position to be giving a tantrum right now."

Warnings: smut, 18+, cheating (???), angst, kinda sad at the end

The final whistle blew and up stood Ana, clapping meloncholically along with the other fans in the Parc Montjuiic. Y/n stood up too to clap along. "What a game." Ana said, disappointed. "But Pablo is going to be so happy because of his assist." Y/n rolled her eyes as Ana mentioned her boyfriend again. Pablo Gavi was known to most as the young and upcoming talent in Barcelona, but Y/n knew him as her ex-roommates annoying boyfriend that would stop at nothing to annoy her. "Yeah, he will be so happy." Y/n said sarcastically. "Oh come on. Don't be like that. We still need to get you a date with Pedri or one of the other guys." Ana smiled, slinging her arms around her friend. "If they're anything like your golden boy, I don't want them."

Ana and Y/n stood awaiting Pablo and in the meantime rated different players for Y/n to date. Unfortunately for Ana none of the players peaked Y/n's interest, and thankfully for Y/n, Ana's boyfriend had finally showed up. "Hi babe!" Y/n looked at Pablo, more like a glare. "I'm so sorry about the game." Ana offered a soft smile to her boyfriend. "Yeah. It happens." He replied. "Y/n." She arched a brow. "Gavira." He chuckled. "I thought you said we weren't allowed to be like this anymore?" Pablo asked Ana. "I- You're not. Y/n what the hell?" Y/n rolled her eye set again. "Yeah, roll your eyes further. You might find a brain in that skull of yours." Y/n gasped. "Okay! Stop! This is no way to treat your guest, babe!" Both Pablo and Y/n looked at Ana confused. Guest? "Come back to ours!" Y/n looked back to Pablo, rolling his eyes at the sheer idea of her coming back for a few drinks. "I don't think that's a good idea-"

"Oh come on! Please?" Y/n looked into her friends eyes. She couldn't say no. "Only for a little while." Y/n replied quietly. Ana squealed and hugged her friend tightly. "My two favourite people having drinks with me. My lucky day." Ana chuckled. The trio got into the car and headed home. It was how their hangouts usually went; Pablo and Ana talking the whole time whilst Y/n sat in the back on her phone, practically forgotten about. Y/n was walking around the house aimlessly as Pablo and Ana did....couple things. She felt uncomfortable and the sooner she could get home, the better. Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts.

When you're coming up, could you bring me some perfume from the en suite plz???

Y/n looked at the text a bit confused, but wanting to be a good friend, she agreed. Y/n walked upstairs to meet the couple but make a quick stop at their bedroom. She stopped as she spotted Pablo rummaging around for something in the bathroom. "What are you looking for?" Y/n asked. Pablo looked back to her. "Just Ana's perfume. Do you know where it is?" Y/n looked confused. "But she sent me to-" The pair jumped as a loud thud was heard by the bedroom door closing. "I just say we tell her we can't find it. I've been looking for a good 5 minutes now and I don't think-" Pablo cut himself off as he tried to open the door. He pulled again, then started pounding at it. "What's wrong?" Y/n asked, clearly annoyed. "It's locked." He replied. "And how is it locked?" Y/n tried it for herself. "Ana! Ana, let us out!" Pablo shouted through the door.

"Let us out!" Y/n almost screamed. "Not until you two stop hating eachother!" Ana shouted back. "I'll go out to get dinner and when I get back, you guys better be on good terms!" Y/n and Pablo stood trying to convince Ana to let them out, but it didn't work. Ana still left and shut the front behind her. "That's at least a half an hour I have to be stuck with you." Pablo groaned and sat on the bed. "Believe me, I'm just as mad at this as you are."

"Why do you not like me? The sooner you tell me, the sooner we would be able to leave." Y/n said calmly, walking towards him. "Because Ana wasn't the friend I was meant to end up with that night." Y/n pulled a confused face, looking at the spaniard. "What do you mean?" She asked. "When we met? I didn't intend for me to bring Ana back to my place, I wanted you instead. But I saw you with some other guy so I didn't bother and I went home and slept with Ana." She was dumbfounded. "You liked me?" She asked, almost breathlessly. "I did, until you started arguing all the time. You got annoying and I couldn't get rid of you. You are Ana's best friend." They didn't know how but they had managed to get close, a little too close. Her eyes looked between both of Pablo's and do to his delicious looking lips, before trailing back up to his eyes. "Don't look at me like that." He whispered, sounding more like he was pleading. "Im not looking at you any differently than I always do." She whispered in turn. He had somehow gotten closer.

Pablo's hands rested on her hips, his lips closely shadowing hers. She felt his hot breath on her skin. "We shouldn't be doing this." Y/n whispered. "Then stop." He replied as if it was a simple solution for her. "I- Pablo. We-" She looked between his eyes. "I can't." His hands moved from her hips up her torso. "If you can't then stop me." He whispered. Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat. "Don't ask me to do that." She begged. "Why? Because you don't want me to?" She nodded shamefully. "Then we can keep this quiet and brief." Without much more warning, his lips began kissing the nape of her neck, her head falling back to give him more access. "Pablo." His name fell from her mouth like a sin. "Please." Her fingers ran through his hair, pulling and gripping the curled locks.

A wild grin fell onto his face. "For someone who can't do this, you're very eager." He said before kissing her hungrily, both lips fighting for dominance. "Listen, I am in the better position to be giving a tantrum right now. I just lost the game." Pablo walked backwards, with each step he hoped he would be landing on his bed and eventually he did. Y/n squealed at the sudden drop, making Pablo laugh. "That was funny." He chuckled. "Shut up." She said before delving right back in for another long kiss. Pablo turned them so he was on top. As each of his kisses deepened, he got harder and harder and it was difficult to ignore it. His hips began moving forward, trying his best to relieve the burning desire he held for her desperately. Y/n's hand made it's way down to his umissable bulge, a grin plastered on her lips.

"Dry humping? What are you a teenager?" Y/n challenged. Pablo sat up quickly and undid his zipper. "Alright then. If you want to be like that." He mumbled, before pulling at her trousers. Y/n reached down to the hem of her Barça shirt beginning to lift it when Pablo grabbed her hands. "No, keep the jersey on." Y/n let go of her shirt and smiled. "Whatever you want." She winked, before Pablo hooked her panties with his fingers and tugged. In one swift movement, the fabric was removed. He looked at her hungrily. "Fuck." He mumbled. "Well? Are you just going to stare or actually do something?" She asked.

Pablo's hands traced up her legs slowly, teasing her mercilessly. She whined as he pressed gentle kisses on her thigh, looking up at her almost coming undone from this alone. "Doesn't this have to be quick?" She asked, her hands falling to his head and tangling in his hair. "You're right for once." He rasped, taking his length out and lining up with her. The chain he wore dangled from his neck, prompting Y/n to reach up and bite it, grinning. In turn, this generally innocent act drove Pablo crazy and prompted him to delve into her. She gasped as Pablo took the first few thrusts gently.

She gripped onto his biceps as the noises slipped from their mouths like a sin. "It's okay?" He asked. Y/n nodded. "Quicker." With her permission, he sped up the pace. Her fingernails dug into his back, leaving light scrapes that would easily be gone by the morning. In turn, his teeth nicked and nibbled her neck, leaving marks behind. His name tumbled from her lips over and over again, whilst a chain of curses came from his. "You feel so good." He whispered, his thrusts becoming irregular and sloppy. She hummed in response. "Just for you." His hand traced a line down her middle, ultimately ending on her clit. He massaged it in a circular motion. He would be dammed if he finished before she did. Her mouth fell open as a soft gasp came with it. "You like that?" She nodded, not able to string together a sentence. "Good girl." He growled, turning back to kissing her neck. Her skin was ruined with dark lilac marks that looked like watercolour.

His hand travelled under the barca shirt, lifting it slightly. "You said-" His lips met hers. "Just be quiet and watch." He growled. She nodded in compliance as she focused on how his lips carefully drew bruises right down her core in an almost perfect straight line, his eyes looking up to make sure she was watching how he ruined her. "Can we make this any quicker?" He grinned. "Of course." His hips moved at a rapid pace as Y/n crumbled beneath him, each curse growing louder and louder until she finally came undone, her fingers pulling at his hair as she did. Pablo finished only a few thrusts after as the pair lay in eachother's arms for a moment, both just enjoying their highs, their foreheads resting off one another's. Their eyes opened to stare back at eachother and it settled in. They fucked up and they fucked up badly. Pablo swallowed the spit in his mouth and pulled out, heading to the en suite to grab a towel, chucking it to Y/n.

Y/n stared at herself in the mirror, lifting her shirt to see how her skin looked almost painted in red and purple. Pablo pulled up his trousers, stealing glances of Y/n as she stared at her reflection. "You should get ready. She'll be back soon." Pablo said quietly, his actions finally just settling in. "What do we tell her?" She asked. Pablo shrugged, heading to make the bed. "I don't know. I was thinking of ending it with her." Y/n turned, looking at him almost in disgust. "Over this?" Pablo scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself. I've been thinking of doing it for a while. This-" He wagged his finger between them. "Just confirmed I don't love her. So, I am going to break up with her next week and thankfully-" He paused and looked over to her. "We will never see eachother again." She nodded along. "Good. I don't think you deserve a girl like her." Y/n said. "I don't think you do either." He replied and he was right. What kind of a friend does what she just did?

A knock startled the deathly glances between them. "Are you finally friends now?" Ana's sweet voice asked through the door. Y/n didn't answer. She couldn't. "Yes, yes we are." Pablo answered. Ana unlocked the door and smiled. "Oh thank God. Now we can be civil." She pecked Pablo's cheek as he looked right back at Y/n. "Of course. Anything for you." He smiled lightheartedly. "Are you gonna staythe night?" Y/n looked between them both. "I might actually head home. I have class tomorrow." Ana looked at her confused. "But tomorrow is Sunday?"

"Yoga. I do yoga classes."

"Since when?"

"It's a six week thing? First one is tomorrow." Ana nodded. "Okay, well have fun. Message me when you get home." Y/n hugged her friend. She felt like she was lying right to her face, she betrayed her. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ana." She smiled, anticipating the moment she could leave. "Okay, I'll see you later." Ana smiled, unaware of the sins that had happened just moments ago in her own bedroom.

[invalidstories]

Palette of Fate (Part 1)

Warnings: captivity, fear, distress, nightmare

Part 2

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the city, Civillain was lost in the rhythmic strokes of her paintbrush. Art was her sanctuary from the chaos that lived outside her small studio apartment. The city was a place where heroes fought with villains in endless battles. Civillain wanted no part in it. She despised the city's glorification of violence and the way fear lurked everywhere. People cheered for battles that tore their homes and streets apart.

That night as she cleaned her brushes and prepared to go to bed, a sudden darkness enveloped her. Before she could scream, a hand clamped over her mouth, stifling any sound. She felt panic surge through her veins as she was dragged. The world dissolved into darkness as a sickly sweet smell invaded her senses. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, consciousness slipped away from her like sand through fingers.

She awoke to a dimly lit room, the cold stone floor pressing against her cheek. Panic surged within her, heart pounding against her ribs like a caged bird. Where was she? Why was she here?

Before her stood the figure of nightmares. It was the embodiment of terror that had haunted the city for years - Villain. His face obscured by shadows, his eyes glinting with malice. He was everything she hated, cold, evil and ruthless. His presence sent fear through her, causing her breaths to become short and shallow.

"Why am I here?" Civilian tried to mask the fear in her voice, but her eyes betrayed her.

Civilian's heart hammered in her chest as she awaited Villain's next move, her mind a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty. But instead of revealing his intentions, Villain smirked, clearly enjoying the torment of his captive.

"You're quite talented, aren't you?" Villain's voice dripped with malice, sending shivers down Civilian's spine. "It's a shame it might go to waste if your little hero friends don't show up soon."

Civilian's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to comprehend the meaning behind Villain's words. What did he intend to do with her? Was she doomed to spend the rest of her days in this wretched place? In what lifetime will the heroes save anyone?

With mocking laugh, Villain disappeared into the shadows, leaving Civilian alone with her fears.

The next morning, she found herself in a new room. It had a small mattress, an attached washroom, and a few clothes. But, that wasn't what caught Civilian's attention. It was a box filled with canvases, paint, and brushes. For a moment, Civillain dared to believe. Perhaps, there was a bit of humanity buried beneath Villain's icy exterior. But as she reached for the door, only to find it locked tight, the truth came crashing down upon her like a tidal wave.

She was still a prisoner, still at Villain's mercy. The room offered her a brief break from the dark that surrounded her. But, Civillain knew that she could never be free until she escaped her captor.

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Days turned into weeks as Civilian languished in her prison. Villain had lost hope that anyone would come for her, especially those self-absorbed heroes. He tossed and turned in his bed, but sleep wouldn't come to him. Giving up, he went to work on his plans to make those heroes pay.

Suddenly, he heard screaming. His curiosity piqued, and he walked toward the sound. His footsteps echoed through his silent lair's halls.

Opening the door, he froze when he saw Civillain, who lay tangled in her sheets, her face contorted in terror, tears streaming down her cheeks. Villain watched for a moment, a strange sensation stirring within him. For the first time in a long while, he felt something akin to empathy.

With a sigh, Villain approached Civillain's bedside, his movements surprisingly gentle. He reached out a hand, hesitating for a moment before tentatively brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Civillain," his voice was soft, lacking its usual edge of cruelty. "You're fine. It's just a dream."

Civillain's eyes snapped open, startled by Villain's unexpected presence. But as she met his gaze, she saw something there that she had never expected - kindness.

For the rest of the night, Villain stayed by Civillain's side. He chased away the shadows of her nightmares with whispered reassurances. The first light of dawn crept in. Civillain hoped that Villain wasn't the monster she had always believed him to be.

Masterlist

[maochira]

Hello there, can i request itoshi!sister reader who isn't into but still good at soccer ? For example, Sae/rin playing with her coz its bonding time 🥺 she has outstanding skills, not to preofessional level but higher than average. Little lady is talented and getting complements from sae's and rin's teammates. They even agreed she is better than isagi when he started his early blue lock days 😂. but then she goes (why yall are this hyped over few BASIC movements even CHILDREN *sit down you are still a child* can do in A WEEK or TWO ??). *insert proud itoshi brothers*. You know when their teammates ask her if she wats to be pro like her bros she is like (yall will never ever see me running on grass field. I hate the feeling of it so much. Grass makes me shiver in gross way. I hate grass. They can hide bugs ans snakes. They can kill me and then I die. I will never step one foot in it) 😂 yeah sae and rin can clearly remember all these days when she was younger, she used to cry blood and tears and jumb and hug one of them like a coala the moment her skin touches a grass 🥺🥺.

Another day another Itoshi!sibling request HERE WE GO

Tags: gn!Itoshi!reader (I know the request asked for sister but I only write gn!readers)

-you have a lot in common with your brothers, but your biggest difference lies between their passion for soccer and your disinterest in it

-you loved playing with them as kids, but because of your hatred about the sensory issues walking on grass gives you, playing soccer together was something you guys did in the house

-your parents really weren't a fan of that. And one broken vase later, it was prohibited

-and as you grew older, your brothers continued their soccer careers, while you aimed for something else. But despite rarely playing soccer, your skills were above average. It's just something that seems to run in the family

-your brothers keep telling you how you should join your school's soccer club because they don't want you to waste your talent. But simply thinking about running on grass makes you shudder

-at some point, you're allowed to visit Rin for a day in Blue Lock (Ego only agreed to it because Rin was so insistent on how good you are at soccer)

-Rin makes you show off your skills to his teammates because he wants to show them how being talented at soccer literally runs in your blood, aka he wants everyone to feel like they'll never be as good as him because part of his skill runs through is his blood

-everyone starts telling you how good you are and wants you to be a player as well, but you're just like "Uhhh that barely took me any effort but okay"

-in general, when it comes to movements and technique, your skills are above average. But considering you have no idea what it's like to play in a team against another one, that's where your talent would certainly leave you almost useless. But! If you wanted to, you could definitely expand on that and become a great player! But that's nowhere in you future's plans

[alltomevibes]

Summer 2024 Watchlist

It is officially summer which means I am out of school and have time to just sit !!! watch !!! and do nothing !!!

which means - here's my drama watchlist & my thoughts on everything so far:

Dare to Love Me - i started this yesterday and let me j say I flew through those 2 episodes. I decided to brave the comments on MDL to see what people were saying, and then i ignored them LOL because yeah. this show is highkey silly goofy but i love it! the FL is endearing to me and i hate how nowadays every woman has to be Strong and Confident to be loveable and it's like - no. i love the fact that she gets choked up, that she tries and fails, that she is mad clumsy, that she's clearly talented but has been burdened by lack of self-esteem like yes!!! she's human i love it give me MORE. and don't get me started on the ML. i love him - i love THEM your honor. currently at a 9.0 rating for me, we'll see if it keeps up.

Dating in the Kitchen - this has a 8.0 rating for me and i want to keep going (i only watched 1 episode and it's been two weeks since then) because i watched This Isn't What I expected THREE (3!!) times and i LOVE that movie and when I saw there was a drama based on it, i wanted to give it a go but i am STRUGGLINGGGG. imma keep it pushing because, look. i watched the movie 3 times. it's def worth it. (maybe)

Fight for My Way - this has a 9.5 rating rn, and i am stuck in the middle of episode 15. i have been stuck on the middle of episode 15 for a HOT minute. my interest in this show dropped like crazy, i am trying to hold on.

Good Morning Call - my roommate for two years (and sadly no more a ha ha) recommended this show to me and we watched the first episode together and it was cute! i liked it, so it's on my list. currently has a 8.5 rating, but it's low on my priorities (when it comes to dramas), so im gonna pirate it whenever i have time💀

Lovely Runner - don't even talk to me about this show if you want a short conversation - I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS SHOW BRO. look at my tumblr, it's all lovely runner rn and I HAVE NO REGRETS. 9.5 rating - won't get a 10 because it ENDS SOON. this is my type of show, i LOVE this type of show the cinematography and everything IM EATING IT UP. it got me out of my drama funk its so nfjsdfhdsifsd

The Midnight Romance in Hagwon: let me just say! i watched this yesterday and i flew by the two episodes. lovely runner x tmrih on my tumblr? yes. this show is a much slower-pace show and I LOVE IT. YEs! Give me real life, give me real conversations! I love this show, i love the micro-expressions, i love the fact that WHJ is the MAIN LEAD FOR ONCE LIKE YES SIR, GIVE ME ALL THE BUTTERFLIES and i've never seen this actress before JRW but she is absolutely gorgeous and i love the FL! these people are not acting, they ARE the characters and im so !!!!! 9.0 rating because i skip the intro every time (sorry)

Will Love in Spring - this is on pause on episode 15 because the ending actually has me severely messed up rn. i have been in love with li xian's acting since gogosquid and i absolutely adore chen mai dong. i adore the way zhuang jie says his name ALL the time like she can't help it. I adore zhuang jie and just the way she operates through life - she's so clearly flawed when it comes to romantic love, but she is so clearly filled with love and always tries her best and !!! zhou yu tong is eating her character up rn, i've never seen her act and this was such a good intro to her BUT WHAT ZHUANG JIE SAID TO MY BOY IN EPISODE 15????? locked up. i have never felt so disrespected in my life and i had to give it a pause because i know she's gonna apologize but i needed that on the train. not the next episode. actually, not even on the train!! IN THE STREET BEFORE HE DROVE OFF AFTER DRIVING HER HOME AFTER SHE ACCUSED HIM OF FORCING HER!!!! That's when she should have apologized, but fidjofdshifudsf i love her so much i know why she couldn't IM JUST IN AGONY RN. anyways, let me breathe lol cause the way i was holding my breathe writing that is,,,,,. yeah. has an 8.5 rating rn, will probably go up to 9.5 because the fact that i actually had to stop watching because of emotional damage is crazy.

thats my list (and crazy descriptions, so sorry) that i'm watching rn! i would 10/10 recommend these to everybody (except dating in the kitchen im highkey struggling)! if you guys have any recs based on what i shared or wanna be friends on MDL j let me know :)

[missathlete31]

Pulled Strings

Summary: Jake Seresin is feeling stressed so he gets out his violin and begins to play. The only problem? He's not alone in the barracks today and some of his teammates are shocked to learn of his hidden talent.

This story came from the knowledge that Glen Powell was trained on the violin. Is it filled with unnecessary angst? Yes. Does it paint Hangman in a good light because it's the only way I know how to write him? Also Yes. Sorry about that.

Jake Seresin was used to stress, you didn't become one of the Navy's Top Aviators without being accustomed to it, but this mission was starting to become a bit much for even him. First it was the long suffering rivalry with Rooster. Jake didn't particularly hate Bradshaw, he just never understood him, or his proclivity to over-thinking. Sure, Hangman tended to stray a little far over the line of cocky, but he had faith in his abilities like every pilot attempting the skills they did on a daily basis should. Rooster's naivety was annoying for its sheer unsoundness. He was clearly talented, he wouldn't be where he was if he wasn't, so this faux, 'I don't know if I can go that fast or fly like Maverick' was just getting frustrating at this point.

Hangman knew he crossed a line when he brought up Rooster's father, and if he was honest with himself, he didn't even mean for it to land so wrong. He didn't mean to make it sound like he blamed Maverick, or that Nick Bradshaw's death was anything but a tragic accident. He only meant to light a fire under Rooster, to show Bradley and by extension Maverick that the mustached man was never going to be ready to fly if he didn't stop thinking and living in the past. Bradley did the team no favors, he did himself no favors, staying in his head instead of in the sky.

Since the altercation, Jake had apologized. Maverick took it with a genuine look, his eyes lost in a past that Hangman knew he was fortunate to not understand but had callously brought up anyway. It probably would have felt better if Mav had taken a swing, but the older Captain just patted Jake's shoulder and told him to go get ready for his flight later in the day.

Of course then the dark haired pilot went up to run a hop with Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote.

Jake's initial plan was to reach out to Bradley for his apology as they hung around the ready room but before he could get the words, Coyote was in G-lock and Jake's heart seemed to stop. Javy was Jake's best friend, his only real family if he was honest with himself, and the thought of losing him that day made the ramifications of this suicide mission a lot more sickeningly clear. Hangman had shakily collapsed next to the radio once Coyote finally answered but then the bird strike happened and everything seemed to get even more clouded with emotions. Jake would never survive something bad happening to Javy but he in no way thought he would feel the same way about the others, not until he kept hearing Phoenix's voice calling that they were on fire, of Bob's panicked cries that they needed to eject, of Maverick screaming they couldn't save the jet. All three voices, combining with Mav's calls for Javy to pull up, were terrifying enough to cement into Jake's nightly rote of nightmares for the time being. Another strain from an impossible mission.

Hangman went to the hospital after Phoenix and Bob were picked up like all the others but somehow, once everyone was deemed more or less in one piece, it seemed only he and Rooster remained in the waiting room, both men needing to see their teammates with their own two eyes. Jake mustered his apology there and Bradshaw, reeling from the close call of almost losing Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote in the same afternoon, had only begrudging nodded.

Things weren't fixed, they never would be, but a truce was created. And, the asshole part of Hangman also wished he could point out to some of the others who still looked at him with disappointed looks, Rooster was now flying faster and giving Jake a run for his money in terms of being wingman. Especially now that it was basically written in stone that Maverick was flying; he had demolished the course the other day after the funeral.

It was a scary concept, a foreign concept, but Jake was suddenly finding himself thinking he might not be the one flying this mission. He had the speed, that much was never in doubt, and his target locks were getting better- still not the best, but certainly no worse than the others. No, Jake's deficiency was that he had no team; the others trusted him about as far as they could throw him, and he could tell from day one that Maverick held pride in pilots that could work together, not solo showboats. Hangman had overshot his landing field in this whole predicament and it was really throwing the blond Texan off kilter.

Jake wasn't used to failure, he didn't allow for it. He didn't have to worry about facing his parent's wrath for failure anymore, that bridge collapsed and burned the day he left for the academy, but there was so much expectations Jake had placed on himself because of them, so much need to prove that he was worth the time, the effort, the love that was never given.

Yet as the hours to shipping out crept closer and closer, Hangman seemed to find his place was being filled by someone else and the looming shadow of not being good enough was getting ready to block out his sun.

Hence the stress.

His normal stress reliever was running but the typical North Island sun was hidden in rainclouds this afternoon. The team was able to have their standard lecture but hops had all been scratched, leading Jake to feel restless as he paced his small housing. Normally rain wouldn't deter a run completely for the hot shot pilot, he actually found it quite peaceful, but he doubted Maverick or Cyclone would be as accepting and the chance of a reprimand for risking illness so close to shipping out dissuaded the blond. His next thought was the gym but Jake didn't have the stomach to run into any of the others, they were on better ground but not enough that anyone went out of their way to include Hangman, except Javy of course. Coyote had texted earlier to say that he and some of the other pilots had taken the short respite the weather had afforded them to get off campus, and from the lack of noise around him, Jake assumed he was the only one left in their housing block, which offered a unique opportunity. Hangman headed over to closet, pulling out the guitar case that was one of the few personal items he allowed himself. Opening it carefully, Jake reached for not a guitar but a violin, the mismatched instrument case his attempt at not allowing others to know his hidden talent. Playing the guitar was expected from a Texan, but a violin? Not something normally entertained from a cocky Naval Aviator.

Jake took our his bow and made sure to grab some rosin, greasing it gently and properly like he was shown so many years ago. When everything was ready he brought the instrument to brace against his neck and began to play, the notes coming easily as he moved through some scales and uncomplicated melodies. Immediately, Jake's shoulders un-tensed, the power of music always calming him, and he closed his eyes and pretended he wasn't back at Top Gun and training for a deadly mission but rather back home, in Midland Texas, playing in the orchestra room with Ms. Elliot, one of his most beloved teachers, as she watched him with a pride reserved usually for parents that Jake had never experienced before.

Quickly, Jake was transitioning to harder pieces, the melancholy of both the rain and his own disappointment in his performance thus far these past few weeks making him long for sadder and more drawn out music. He naturally went to Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto, skipping to the second movement so he could relish in the hauntingly dramatic opening melody.

Next he switched to Bach. Jake was not normally one for changing composers so quickly but he allowed it today, his fingers just playing with no real thought, his bow slicing across the strings as he integrated the two musicians a few times as the pilot sounded out his feelings. It was emotional for the blond, his own inadequacies coming out through the notes and Jake wasn't surprised when a tear, and then two, slowly trailed down his cheeks. He didn't try to wipe them, couldn't stop now that he was so engrossed in the music anyway, until he thought he heard a knock on his door.

"Bagman!" a familiarly angry voice called, "hey Bagman!"

Jake's fingers stuttered, his bow coming across jagged and letting out a screech that made goose bumps prickle on his skin. For a moment the blond stood there unmoving, shocked at the interruption to a point he didn't really know how to proceed. His guest, however, seemed undeterred.

"BAGMAN OPEN UP!" The voice called again and Jake finally recovered enough to put his violin down. He could sense the blush rising on his cheeks, the natural embarrassment of being caught, although he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of. He felt unsettled, not liking to ever be caught unaware, and Hangman couldn't help but curse himself for not ensuring that he truly was alone on base before he started playing. Hoping he could act it off as the radio, Jake put his violin back in its case carefully, but when he recognized Phoenix's knock for a third time, because of course it had to be the fiery female pilot that loved to give him shit on a good day that caught him, he jumped and slammed the case shut.

Striding over, Jake took one last second to wipe any remnants of the tears the music caused him away before swinging open the door. He schooled his mask in place and tried to look annoyed, hoping to throw Phoenix away quickly, but he was met with not only the dark haired woman but her WSO behind as well. The addition of Bob shouldn't have been surprising, they seemed to be attached at the hip these days, but it still made Jake's haunches rise, now seemingly caught by both of them.

They were all silent for a moment before Natasha gave a long suffering sigh, "finally" she drawled.

Jake narrowed his eyes, "What?" he questioned, his tone a touch too emotional to play off his normal Hangman persona, "What do you want?"

"I want" Natasha grumbled out in clear annoyance, "for you to lower that classical music crap you're blasting. We can hear it down the whole barrack."

In what should have been a relieving moment, since Phoenix wrongfully assumed Hangman was listening to classical music and not playing it, Jake couldn't help but scoff in an indignation he didn't quite understand. His temper flashed, "right" he sneered, his trademark cold smirk growing, "can't upset precious Phoenix, god forbid someone does something she doesn't like."

Her dark eyes flashed as her nostrils flared, "Rich coming from you, but I shouldn't be surprised that you would have no decency for any of the rest of us. Thinking you own the place like you always do."

"It was just music-"

"It was loud-"

"We were trying to catch up on some sleep" Bob stepped in, playing mediator to the two high tempered pilots, "been a little difficult since the bird strike." Phoenix immediately shot her back-seater a traitorous look, no doubt hating for the man to expose a weakness so easily to Hangman of all people. Jake, however, stepped back with a shaky nod, understanding more than anyone the debilitation of night terrors. "Fine" he spoke up, curt but not mean. "I'll keep it down."

Bob looked grateful, a smile rising on his lips, "thank you" he replied back and then when his partner stayed silent, he cleared his throat. He lifted an eyebrow towards Natasha and when the woman caught it she rolled her eyes, "thank you" she murmured, before turning away and moving to go back to her own room. Bob looked to follow before his eyes caught something left on Jake's bed. "Wait?" the bespectacled man spoke up questioningly and Jake followed his gaze to see the bow he had failed to put away in his haste, "is that yours?" Bob continued.

"Yeah?" Jake couldn't stop the defensiveness in his tone, "so what?"

"You were playing before?" Bob looked weirdly delighted, his excitement making Phoenix turn back around, "you weren't listening to music, you were playing it."

"Look Baby on Board-"

But Jake's words were cut off as Natasha stalked back over, "That wasn't Bagman" she explained with all the certainty in the world, "that was a recording." She turned to her partner, "like we said before Bob, it was like a professional."

Somehow such a off-handed compliment from Phoenix of all people made Jake's stomach flip and his cheeks reddened. He held back the urge to run a anxious hand along the back of his neck. When he looked up he saw Bob's knowing stare on him, "Violin?" the WSO asked softly, smiling when he saw Hangman's small nod in return, "it was beautiful."

"Hang on" Phoenix pushed back forward, now heading into Jake's room uninvited. "That couldn't have been you, you don't have a violin."

"I do actually" the blond moved back to his guitar case, "it's here." Somehow if he kept his eyes downcast, he could ignore the burning blush of embarrassment at exposing himself like this. When Hangman undid the buckles and showed the small string instrument to the duo in front of him, Bob gave a acknowledging hum but Phoenix's brow furrowed. "So you really play?" the shock was slowly leaving Nat's tone, replaced by a lift that made Jake worry. "Yeah" he nodded, green eyes watching as the woman kneeled down next to his instrument, "I do."

"Okay" her fingers ghosted over the strings carefully, "so play us something."

"Excuse me?"

"Play us something" she looked up at him, face challenging. "If it really was you" she goaded, "you should have no problem."

Hangman rolled his eyes at the dare, "I'm not some street monkey" he reasoned.

"Are you scared?" her dark eyes were bright with mirth as she took a seat on Jake's bed as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Jake would be lying if he said it didn't send his heart into a somersault at the sight. His feelings for Phoenix had always seemed to simmer within him, but time and angry barbs between them had cauterized Hangman's hopes of anything ever happening. To see her now, sitting in his room, waiting for him to expose such a hidden and beloved part of his soul, was preposterously frightening. "Come on" Phoenix urged, though her voice lost a lot of its edge and seemed more curious. "Your audience is waiting."

As Bob moved to take his desk chair, Jake picked up his bow and sighed, relaxing his shoulders to get into position. Jake knew he could play the piece he had been working on before but something about seeing Natasha sitting there in front of him, her right foot tapping against her left in her impatience, made him think of another song. He started the first few notes, the look of recognition crossing Phoenix's face as the popular sound of Frank Sinatra's 'My Way' filled the tiny room. Jake knew Natasha had grown up in California, but something about the East Coast crooner that was Sinatra and his mantra of 'My Way' always made the blond think of the fiery female pilot. Natasha Trace was a force to be reckon with on a good day, an immoveable stone on a bad. She was unforgiving in her quest to get what she wanted and yet her drive helped encourage everyone around her to want to be at her level. She was a brilliant pilot to watch and even better to fly with, and even though Hangman left her on that first day, he only did it because he knew she could handle herself up there in the skies. Her getting in the way of his shot was an unfortunate circumstance and though Jake could have easily defended his actions and explained the situation, he knew he would always be delegated to Phoenix's enemy rather than her friend. Hangman knew his place despite how much it killed him.

As the song came to a close, Jake finally opened his eyes to see the twin looks of awe on his teammates' faces. When he put down his bow, the blond pilot prepared for the teasing but Bob began with a round of applause that Natasha joined. "That was great" the bespectacled WSO announced, "really great."

"Thank you" Hangman turned to put his instrument back down, properly this time, avoiding Phoenix's look. The woman scooted to the edge of the bed however, to watch him, "he's right" she finally spoke up, "it was great."

Jake's cheeks flushed with barely hidden pride, "told you I could play" he countered, meeting her eyes.

She smirked, her expression playful, "guess it's par for the course for a rich kid like you. Must of had a whole bunch of hobbies to impress mommy and daddy."

Jake's face fell as he thought about his childhood. Yes his family was wealthy, but they were poor in everything else that mattered: love, affection, conversations, attention. He tried to hide his shudder when he thought of his Father's reaction to him choosing to study a girly instrument instead of spending more time with a pigskin. "Yeah" he finally gasped, his face pale from unease of the memories, "something like that."

Sensing she messed up, Phoenix leaned closer, allowing a hand to catch Jake's arm, "hey" she called, until she finally managed to get him to look at her again, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"It's fine." He closed the buckles on the guitar case and stood up from the floor. "Alright" he clapped his hands together, "concert is over now, you guys can go and get back to your naps or something."

Natasha sighed, "Bagman-"

"I said go" he nodded towards the door, "I don't think I need to show you the way."

Bob stood first, looking a little crestfallen, "well thanks" he murmured, heading out into the hallway. He didn't wait for Natasha, which was good as the short woman still hadn't moved from Jake's bed. Hangman crossed his arms defensively, "what Phoenix?" he shot out, his tone cold.

"Nothing" she shook her head before getting to her feet. She crossed the room and headed for the door, only stopping as her fingers gripped the door frame. As though debating with herself, Natasha waited a moment, then finally turned back around to look at Jake, "I guess we aren't always what we seem right?" she asked him, their eyes meeting.

"I guess not" he replied back, not exactly knowing what she meant but understanding enough to know that it went beyond the violin.

She nodded, "See you around Bagman" she called heading after Bob.

"Sweet dreams Phoenix" he whispered back, before shutting his door. He didn't go back to playing, honest in his hope that Phoenix and also Bob were able to catch up on sleep, but he felt he didn't exactly need to. The stress and uncertainty of what this mission would bring was still there but Jake felt lighter. He could only do what he could, could only prepare as best he could and have faith that the best possible outcome would unfold. He had to, because any alternative would break the blond beyond repair.

Also here is a link to the most beautiful cover of my way on a violin. I’m obsessed with it ❤️😊

[chxnsdrive]

Neighbors

pairing - taehyung x (f) reader

genre - smut

summary - you finally get to..properly..introduce yourself to your new neighbor.

warnings - 18+ (minors DNI), neighbor au, dom!taehyung, oral (f) receiving, unprotected sex (be smart, wrap it up folks), slight (?) voyeurism, not much plot-just smutty, let me know if I’ve forgotten anything (it’s 4am)

word count - 2.5k words

a/n - this is my very first post on tumblr! please be nice to me, i’m a bit fragile lmao.

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“Damn it!”

Your attention snapped away from the book you had been enveloped in as you sat on your front porch. You glanced over to your left to see your relatively new neighbor unloading painting after painting out of the backseat of his car.

And he had just dropped one on the ground.

You giggled to yourself quietly as you watched him shake his head- his soft, brown locks bouncing with every move. You hadn't officially met him yet and you had only seen him a few times through your window as he came and went. But he damn sure was attractive.

"Need some help?" You called out from your porch. The man jumped slightly, clearly unaware that you had been watching him.

"I'd normally say no, but if I drop one more of these paintings, I might lose it." He yelled back, offering a smile through his annoyance.

You softly closed your book, laying it on the step of your porch before making your way across your yard.

As you approached him, you could see his features much more clearly. His white v-neck t-shirt showed off his flawless, honey skin that practically glowed in the sunlight and a pair of black jeans that hugged his waist beautifully. His collarbones peeked out from the neckline of his shirt, just begging to be kissed.

"I really appreciate it. Every time I drop one, I can't help but feel guilty." He mumbled once you got a bit closer. You grabbed a few of the paintings, inspecting them closer.

"Wow, these are beautiful! Where did you get these?" You asked, eyes still fixed on the paintings.

"I won them at an auction. Art holds a pretty special place in my heart." He replied with a content sigh.

"Well, you have incredible taste." You offered him a polite smile.

He glanced over at you, giving you the sweetest boxy smile that you had ever seen. It made you blush.

"Thank you."

The two of you managed to get all of the paintings into his house without another one falling to the ground. Once inside, you glanced around his house and marveled at how beautifully decorated it was.

"Holy shit, your house is beautiful!"

He chuckled, watching you admire all of the paintings that he already had hanging up.

"You seem to also have an eye for art."

"Not really. I just think they're amazing." You replied softly, not taking your eyes off of them. "I have a lot of respect for artists. They're so talented and passionate about their work."

He tilted his head to the side, intrigued by how genuine you were. He had been wanting to talk to you for a while now, but never had the..time?..courage?

"You know, I don't think we've properly met since I moved in over here. I'm Kim Taehyung."

You turned around to face him, seeing his outstretched hand. You gladly took it, suddenly feeling flustered as his large hand gently grasped yours.

"I'm y/n. We've sort of said 'hello' in passing every now and then but it's nice to properly meet you, Kim Taehyung." 

You could feel heat rushing into your cheeks the longer he stared at you. And he wasn't being subtle about it.

"Not to be forward or anything, but do you want to stay for dinner? Let me thank you for helping me." He more so stated rather than asked, still not taking his eyes off of you. His dominant aura was almost overwhelming.

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that. I’d hate to impose.." you trailed off. Truth was, you didn't want to leave. And he didn't want you to either.

"Okay." He shrugged, turning to carry the paintings into the other room.

Your jaw dropped open at how quickly he had given up. You looked down at your feet, feeling defeated and absolutely stupid for ruining your chance at whatever you were hoping for.

"We'll skip dinner. I have other ways to thank you." He called out casually from another area of the house.

You looked up, eyes wide and cheeks hot.

"Wait, what? Really, Taehyung, I've got to get back home." Shuffling could be heard from the next room as he moved stuff around.

"Besides, it's not like I'm a slut or something." You mumbled under your breath, smirking as you continued to admire the paintings.

He suddenly came back around the corner, backing you against a bare wall. You gasped as you landed softly.

Taehyung's face was now merely inches from yours, his eyes now dark with lust. You felt your heartbeat racing as he leaned down to your neck, his warm breath dancing across your skin.

"I never said you were. But since you’ve mentioned it, lie to me and tell me you don't want to know, y/n. About all the different ways I could make you cum. How quickly I can have you screaming my name."

Your breath hitched at his last sentence. His low, sultry voice was enough to make your body buzz with arousal. You were, in fact, curious. But you didn't plan on admitting it so easily.

"I don't. I hate to bruise that ego of yours." You stated with a grin, lying through your teeth while trying to sound confident.

Taehyung let out a small chuckle against your neck before you felt the warmth of his tongue sliding across your skin. He slowly made his way up to the bottom of your jaw, leaving sensual kisses across your jawline.

Your confidence was fading rapidly. You eventually let out several whimpers as his soft lips caressed your skin. He pulled back slowly, a smirk lining his lips.

"Still not curious, y/n?"

Fuck it.

Without answering him, you leaned forward, attaching your lips to his. He let out a soft groan and a sensual giggle as his hands gripped and pulled at your waist, pulling your body against his.

He gave your waist a rough squeeze, making you gasp in between kisses. He took this opportunity to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth, your tongues working over each other in an intricate dance.

Taehyung suddenly pulled his lips away from yours, spinning you around to face the wall. The side of your face rested against the cool drywall as you felt his hands exploring your body.

"I don't think you realize how much of a tease you really are." He growled from behind you. He brought his hips to yours, grinding his hard cock into you slowly as he held your arms behind your back.

"What do you mean?" You asked, letting a moan escape your lips.

"Almost every day, you change clothes in your bedroom with the curtains open. No. Fucking. Modesty." He spat, emphasizing each word. He leaned his body against yours, bringing his lips to your ear.

"And I'm forced to just fucking watch, wondering what it would feel like to stuff you full of my cock."

You could feel your panties soaking the more his deep, velvety voice spoke. If you could make love to someone's voice, it would be his.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, closing your eyes.

"Are you? Did you know I was watching?" He huffed, sliding his hands down your sides before letting them rest on your hips. You brought your hands against the wall to hold yourself up better.

"No, I didn't."

His grip on your hips tightened, making you squeak on a sharp intake of breath.

"Don't lie to me." He growled, gripping a handful of your hair and slowly tilting your head back.

You bit your lip, deciding to tell him the truth. You wanted to be fucked and filled- and you hated to be teased.

"Yes, I knew. I wanted you to see me."

You were beginning to feel desperate. You started grinding your ass into his cock, wanting him to get the idea.

Taehyung let out a groan of approval, throwing his head back at the feeling before letting go of his grip in your hair.

"What do you want from me, y/n?"

You glanced over your shoulder, making brief eye contact with him. "I want you to fuck me. Please."

Without hesitation, he pulled your leggings down right below your ass, halfway down your thighs. Your black lace was now on display-not that he probably hadn't seen it through your window before anyway.

"Fuck." He growled, gripping your ass in both of his hands. He crouched down, leaving kisses and soft love bites across your ass. "You're such a fucking masterpiece."

You spread your legs a bit, wiggling your ass at the sound of his praises. He could feel the heat and arousal radiating from your pussy.

"Fuck me." He nearly whispered before gripping the backs of both of your thighs.

You gasped as his tongue made contact with your clothed cunt, his nails surely leaving marks on the back of your thighs where he was gripping you.

"Shit." You breathed, closing your eyes and letting the cool surface of the wall ground you.

Just as you thought he was going to make you cum, he stood up, leaving you panting and unsatisfied.

"I'm ready to fucking feel you."

He wasted no time as you heard his belt clinking, getting ready for you.

Eager. Fuck, that's sexy.

"You ready for me baby?"

You felt as he slipped your panties to the side before running his hard cock between your wet folds, coating himself in you. He didn't even take the time to undress you completely. His need to bury himself inside you turned you on beyond belief.

"Please." You begged. You weren't even begging for anything specific. You were just begging for beggars sake at this point.

"Yes ma'am." He cooed softly. He placed both of his hands on the wall as he prepares to sink his cock into you.

"Fuck!" You let out a yelp as you felt him begin to slip inside. He was so much bigger than you anticipated.

"Oh, fuck." He breathed from behind you, drawing out his words. He stayed still momentarily as your pussy stretched and squeezed around him. He could have came just from feeling your warmth.

After a few seconds, he slowly started rolling his hips into you, making sure you felt every inch. Teasing you yet again.

Your moans were like music to his ears as you felt him moving in and out of you.

In one swift motion, he pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you, filling you up. You let out a scream of pleasure, hoping none of your other neighbors could hear.

Taehyung continued pounding into you roughly, curses and moans falling from his lips as he took you. Your screams and moans were only making him more and more excited. You had never felt such pleasure in your life.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You panted, feeling the pressure that was building in your stomach. It was only a matter of seconds before you would be a blathering mess.

"Go ahead baby, let me hear the beautiful noises you make when you cum all over my cock." He commanded between moans.

His permission was all you needed. You saw stars just as your vision went dark, focusing entirely on the high of your orgasm.

"Taehyung!"

"Fuck yes. Scream my name. You feel so fucking good baby." Taehyung praised you as you started to come down.

Pleasure began to turn into overstimulation as he continued to thrust into you. "Fuck, slow down. Please." You pleaded.

Taehyung stopped and swiftly pulled out of you, turning you around to face him. He pulled your leggings the rest of the way down your legs, allowing you to step out of them quickly.

Your shirt followed shortly after, tossed to the side and forgotten before it even touched the floor.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you against the wall, pressing his body into yours. He started placing rough kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of soon-to-be bruises as he smoothly unclasped your bra with his left hand.

"You really are perfect." He breathed. He stared intently at your breasts, playing softly with your aroused nipples as your body reacted to his touch.

His eyes pierced into yours as he lined himself at your entrance once again and pushed himself in. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you incredibly close.

"I know you can give me another one, baby. Just one more."

You leaned your head back against the wall while he fucked up into your cunt, your sex running down his cock and down to his balls.

"All the nights I had to jerk my own cock. When this sweet pussy was right next door. Fuck." Taehyung panted into your neck, breathless and fucked out.

All you could do was moan in response, trapped between the wall and your beautiful neighbor as you bounced repeatedly on his cock.

You felt your next orgasm approaching all too quickly as the softness of your walls began to swell with desire.

"Give it to me, baby. Give me all of that sweet, sticky sex." He growled, watching your tits as they bounced in rhythm with the rest of your body. His hands gripped at your waist, pulling you onto his cock with every thrust.

And you did exactly that. You came with such intensity that your body went numb for about 3 seconds. You couldn't even make any noises- just the sound of skin slapping as you held intense eye contact with Taehyung through your orgasm.

He laughed quietly before slowing his pace to a stop.

"I knew you could give me another one. Such a good girl."

He rested his forehead against yours as he resumed thrusting into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving yourself more support as you started to move your hips to match his thrusts.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby. Fuck." His thrusts started to lose rhythm as his jaw went slack.

"This pussy is mine now. To fuck whenever I want it." He rambled.

"Fuck."

"Say it. Tell me."

"Whenever you want." You moaned.

He watched himself moving in and out of you so effortlessly, putting him over the edge. After 3 more thrusts he pulled out of you, cumming all over your stomach as he held you in his arms.

You reached down and pumped his throbbing cock as he rode out his high, constant moans falling from his sweet lips.

"Fuck, y/n. Stop before we go for round two." He warned. You smirked as you let him go, satisfied with how pleased he was.

He let your legs down gently, making sure you were steady enough to stand before cleaning you up.

"That was fucking amazing." He breathed, tucking himself away and buckling his pants again.

"Agreed. You sure do know what you're doing." You answered, letting out a soft giggle as you pulled your leggings back on.

"I just know a beautiful work of art when I see one." He looked over at you and winked, making you blush.

He waited for you to get all of your clothes back on before pulling you closer to him. His hand grazed over your cheek, his eyes locked with yours.

"I meant what I said. You’re mine now."

[lily-janus]

Heroes Keep Trying

Summary: Virgil does a favor for Roman... and maybe tries to work up the courage to confess his feelings.

Pairing: pre romantic prinxiety

Warnings: anxiety and self deprication

Word count: 1,462

I really like how this turned out! Hope you all will like it! For @prinxietyweek day 2 feathered wings

Virgil walked hesitantly, occasionally stopping and considering turning back and pretend he forgot about the whole thing.

Why did he ever agree to this? He hates being on stage… let alone acting… and wearing a stupid costume.

Just the mere thought makes him sweat!

But, well…

"I know it's not your thing but… it would really mean a lot if you came."

Virgil cursed, why did Roman have to say that? And add his stupid puppy eyes afterwards too? So unfair.

He kept on walking but stopped short when he reached the door of the stadium.

Just turn back and pretend you forgot… turn back and-

Roman saw him standing outside through the big, glass window next to the door.

Virgil froze as they locked eyes, Roman grinned and went to open the door for him.

"You're here!" He said excitedly, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside before he had time to walk away or even say one word. "Great! Now it's perfect!"

Virgil blushed slightly, "I donno… you know I'm not good with crowds…" he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Roman's smile softened, "I know, as I explained, this is just a practice run for a play I wrote, no one but the actors and the crew are here."

Virgil sighed, looking at the hustle behind the stage, then at the stage itself, standing tall over the sits and huge. "I still don't think it's a good idea…"

"Vee." Roman said in a way that compelled Virgil to look at him, "I know you have stage fright but I also know you're a great actor, whenever we rehearse at my house I see your talent clearly. You can do this. No one will be watching you from there, this is a pressure free practice." He handed him the script.

The script that… Roman himself wrote… what if he'll mess it up? Roman worked so hard on it…

"You won't mess anything up!" Roman said, as if reading Virgil's mind, "you got this."

Virgil was ready to push the script back to Roman's hands and run away from there but… Roman looked at him with excitement and hope and… Virgil couldn't let him down like that.

He took a deep breath, which did little to ease his nerves, and nodded, "I'll try…"

Roman grinned, giving him a friendly pat on the back, "that's the spirit! Patton's in charge of costumes, he'll give you yours so you can go change, good luck!" He pointed at a guy wearing a light blue shirt and pushed him gently in his direction.

And then he was off, leaving Virgil alone in all the mess of people walking around and shouting to each other. He took another deep breath and walked towards the Patton guy Roman mentioned.

"Hmm, I think the pants could be shorter here…" Patton was tapping a pen on his chin, holding a notepad as he looked over one of the actors wearing their costume.

Virgil hesitated before lighly tapping on his shoulder to get his attention. "Um.. hi? I'm Virgil uh… here for-"

"Ah! The star of the show!" Patton lit up, "Roman's been bragging about you for days, nice to meet ya." He offered his hand for Virgil to shake and he did, blushing again.

"Well ah… You know Roman, always exaggerating… I'm nothing special…" Virgil mumbled awkwardly.

Patton smiled softly, "I find that hard to believe, Virgil." He then looked down at his notepad, "alright, you'll wear the costume of the knight, the main character of the story. It's right over there," he pointed at a rack of costumes near them, "go change and then show me so I'll see if it needs any adjustments." He smiled at Virgil then walked away to attend to other business.

For the second time in a span of a few minutes, Virgil was left alone. Tucking his hands into the pocket of his oversized hoodie, he walked to where Patton pointed and quickly found his fake armored knight costume.

He found Patton after he was done changing, let him examin him and adjust the costume accordingly before smiling proudly, "there, now you're all set, my liege." He giggled at his own joke.

Virgil rolled his eyes, "very funny, can we just get this over with? I feel more awkward than usual in this… which is saying something."

"Aw c'mon! Don't tell me you don't find any of this fun!" Patton smiled.

Virgil grimaced, "not really."

Patton shrugged, "if you say so, up to the stage you go!"

…

"I'll do it…" Virgil tried to sound confident and demanding like the scene required but it came defeated and resigned, "I shall slay this beast…" he swallowed, trying hard not to look at the empty seats bellow, "or die trying." The villagers around him cheered before retreating to the back stage for the next scene.

The play went on, Virgil staying tense and hesitant no matter how hard he tried to relax. He felt like a complete fool, standing around in a stupid costume and stammering lines.

Then came the final scene.

Virgil lowered himself to the ground, tired and defeated.

"It's over… I failed… I wasn't-" he trailed off, "I wasn't strong enough…" he kept his eyes on the floor, letting his fake sword slip from his hand.

Then, there was a warm hand placed on his shoulder and he looked up. His eyes met a pair of familiar green ones.

Roman was smiling at him, cheap, feathered wings strapped to his shoulder blades and his clothes a pale white.

"You haven't failed yet, you can still save them." Roman said softly.

In that moment, everything around Virgil disappeared but Roman, and it was like they were back at his house, Virgil helping Roman rehearse his lines. No costumes, no other actors. Just the two of them.

"I can't.. I tried and failed… I can't do it…" Virgil insisted.

"Yes, you can, you're the only one that can. Heroes are not people who succeed at everything in the first try. The mark of a hero is to fail again and again, yet never give up as long as they're still breathing." Roman offered his hand to him to help him stand back up. But he hesitated.

"I'm no hero…" he huffed. "You'd know that if you knew me."

Roman smiled at that, "oh, but I do know you, I've been watching over you your whole life. You always put others before yourself. The whole reason you volunteered to slay this evil is to save your village. You are a hero, you just need to see it."

Taking a deep breath, Virgil took Roman's hand and stood up, "I don't see it… not yet anyway… but my home is in danger, I won't go out without a fight." He picked up his fake sword and looked at Roman, "won't you join me?"

There were suddenly cheers all around him and Roman hugged him, "Virge, that was amazing! You were awesome! Thank you so much!" He squeezed him tightly as the rest of the crew circled around them and shouted their praise at them.

Virgil was stunned by all the attention and Roman noticed, pulling him away from everyone until he found a quiet spot for them to talk.

"I know I wasn't great… you don't have to lie to make me feel better.." Virgil said quietly, "I'm sorry… I really tried but-"

"Stop, you were incredible. And no, I'm not just saying that, I mean it. You're really talented, Virge." He smiled at him, "you just have to see it."

That same line again.

Virgil looked down at the copy of Roman's play he was still holding, then back up at Roman, realization daunting on him and making him blush.

"I wrote it about you." Roman confirmed, "you inspire me, Virgil, you always have. It kills me sometimes that you don't see just how amazing you are."

Virgil had to look down at his feet, Roman's gaze feeling too intense for him to hold it. "I… I'm not-" he stammered, "you're the one that…" he trailed off, "I'm just… me. But you always make me feel like I can be more, I-" he cut himself off, unable to say it.

Roman just smiled at him, by now used to his shyness. "C'mom, let's go grab lunch together, we earned it today." He grabbed him by the elbow and gently tugged at it until he was following.

Watching Roman's back as they walked, Virgil let out a sigh. Maybe one day he'll be able to express what he felt for the longest time now about his best friend, but for now, he's fine with things staying the way that they are.

Heroes keep trying.

[a-whispering-echo]

The Massage

a oneshot i have already posted on my AO3 for my Band Au, though i thought i'd post here, in case anyone on here would like to read it without being on AO3 <3

Horror + Cross - background BSP - human Au.

The night was quiet, the quiet hum of the air conditioning soothing in the darkness that enveloped the living room. Horror sat in his wheelchair, his legs stretched out in front of him, but his face contorted with pain. His fisted hands clenched and unclenched as he took deep breaths.

Cross noticed the pained expression on Horror's face from where he was sitting on the couch, and concern filled his eyes. He had known about Horror's chronic pain, of course he did, how could he not, but seeing him in distress always tugged at his heartstrings. Without a second thought, he got up from the couch and made his way over to his partner.

"Hey, you okay, Horror?"

Horror glanced at Cross, his big brown eye meeting Cross's gaze. "It's okay just... leg cramps, nothing new, I'll be fine." His smile was forced, clearly a put-up mask to hide his pain.

"You don't have to pretend with me," The blond frowned, upset that his partner felt the need to lie to him.

"It's just... it's frustrating," Horror admitted, his voice soft. "I hate feeling like a burden, and I hate that my body won't cooperate with me. I can't do the things I used to, and it's hard not to feel useless sometimes."

He looked away, his eye welling up with tears. "I don't understand why you even care for me," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I'm not pretty like the others, I can't even fucking walk properly."

The bassist knelt down in front of him, gently taking his partner's hands in his own. "Hey, listen to me," he said, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "You are so much more than your ability to walk. You are talented, beautiful in every way, and so SO strong. "

He leaned in closer, his soft pink eyes locking onto Horror's brown one. "This face of yours?" He paused, and Horror tensed in preparation for the scorn that would surely come out of his mouth.

"It's beautiful," Cross said, his voice firm and genuine. "It always has been, and it always will, because the person who wears it is beautiful ."

It was a revelation for the drummer. He blinked in surprise, his heart pounding in his chest. No one had ever called his face beautiful before, not since it shattered like his self-worth. His eye filled with tears, yet this time; tears of gratitude.

"You really mean that?" Horror asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Cross nodded, his fingers gently brushing against Horror's cheeks, caressing the scars and whipping away the tears. "I mean it with all my heart," he replied. "To me, you are the most beautiful person in the world, inside and out."

His heart tightened with emotions. He had spent so much of his life feeling self-conscious about his scars and his appearance, always trying to hide behind pretty fabrics and long auburn hair, he never thought someone could look past that and see the beauty he felt he lacked.

"Thank you...I - Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, Teddy Bear. " The bassist smiled, his thumb gently whipping away another tear as it escaped Horror's eye. "I'm just telling you the truth you need to hear."

"Now," He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Horror's forehead, "Will you let me help you?"

Horror hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching Cross's face for any signs of pity or condescension. But all he saw in the blond's eyes was love and genuine concern.

"Okay," he whispered, his voice filled with vulnerability.

Cross smiled, relief evident in his expression. "Let's get you on the sofa, can you stand on your own right now, or do you need a hand?"

Horror took a deep breath, his muscles tensing as he attempted to stand on his own. He managed to push himself up, wincing at the pain shooting through his legs. However, he knew that he couldn't risk pushing himself too far, so he shook his head slightly.

"I'll... need some help," he admitted, voice tinged with embarrassment.

"Of course," Cross said softly, his arms gently wrapping around Horror's waist to support him. Together, Cross and Horror carefully manoeuvred to get the drummer out of his wheelchair and onto the sofa. With each step, Horror winced, his legs protesting against the movement. Cross supported most of his weight, making sure not to strain him further.

Once they finally settled on the sofa, Cross helped prop up pillows to make Horror more comfortable. "How does a massage sound, big guy?"

Horror's tense shoulders relaxed at the suggestion, and he nodded gratefully. "That sounds amazing right now," he replied, a small smile gracing his lips.

Cross gently positioned the taller on his side, propped up with pillows so that his legs wouldn't be too strained. The bassist took a moment to grab some massage oil and warm it between his hands before he started working on Horror's cramping legs.

At first, Horror winced with each touch, his muscles protesting against the pressure. But as Cross continued to work his magic, applying just the right amount of pressure and care, the pain slowly began to ebb away. The drummer's body melted into the touch, and he found himself sinking into the sensation of relief and comfort.

Cross worked his way up from Horror's legs to his back and shoulders, kneading the tense muscles with skilful hands. Horror let out soft sighs and moans of relief, feeling the pain slowly ease under Cross's touch.

"Feels good?" The blond asked, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"So good." The drummer slurred, his eye half-lidded in bliss.

"Good. You deserve this," Cross murmured, his fingers working their magic on Horror's back. "You deserve to be pampered and cared for, Teddy Bear. Don't ever think otherwise."

Horror's eye glistened with unshed tears, touched by Cross's words. He had spent so long feeling inadequate and self-conscious about his scars and his disability, but in that moment, he felt truly seen and loved.

As Cross continued the massage, the room was filled with a sense of intimacy and tenderness. The darkness outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little world. The hum of the air conditioning became a soothing melody, and the pain that had once gnawed at Horror's body was now just a distant memory.

"Listen to me, love: You are extraordinary," Cross whispered, his voice a gentle caress. "Your strength, your resilience, your beauty, both inside and out, it's all part of what makes you who you are. And I wouldn't change a single thing about you."

"...You know, when I first met you, all those years ago, I thought you were an angel," Horror confessed, his tone hushed, like a secret shared only between them, "And every day since then, you've only ever continued to prove me right."

Cross's heart swelled with emotion at Horror's words. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the drummer's forehead. "If I'm an angel, you're my guardian," Cross whispered back, his lips brushing against Horror's skin. "And I'll always be here to take care of you, no matter what."

Their love was a sanctuary, a place of acceptance and tenderness where scars and pain didn't define them. In each other's arms, they found solace, and in their love, they found strength.

The night continued to envelop them in its quiet embrace, the darkness outside a stark contrast to the warmth and love that filled the living room.

[aphelea]

Welcome to What If They Were Evil, or, going through a bunch of characters and thinking, what if they were part of the Neverseen? Is this likely in canon? How would that change things if it were?

Today we're going through the Gay Adult Crew (tm). (Aka, Livvy, Prentice, Quinlin, etc.)

Livvy: Livvy has the necessary anger at the Council to be part of the Neverseen, but she very clearly doesn't have the necessary anger at humans. So, is this likely in canon? No. But it's fun to think about. Her presence during the creation of Project Moonlark makes for some interesting possibilities if she were to be a double agent. She could alter Forkle's plans for Sophie to benefit the Neverseen without him knowing. And she could easily extract important Council information from Quinlin, since they're married. Also, she has close connections to the Vackers, which could be useful.

Prentice: There is 0 chance of him being part of the Neverseen in canon, on account of the fact that he literally doesn't show up anymore. Where did he go, Shannon? What happened to his supposedly major storyline? Nobody knows. But, anyway, if he were to be part of the Neverseen... well, the Neverseen would likely know a lot of classified Black Swan secrets. Also, Tiergan and Wylie would be devastated. The thing is, I don't think there really is any logical way for him to be a Neverseen member in canon? From the start, he's essentially the Face of the Black Swan in the Lost Cities' eyes. The story wouldn't make sense if the Neverseen knew what Prentice knows. So I have to rate this one a Not Likely.

Quinlin: Okay, honestly? I'm not convinced that he's not secretly Neverseen in canon. He's pretty much responsible for finding Sophie in Book 1, and he seemed to be keeping pretty good tab on the fires. I just can't figure out what his motive would be. Maybe heartbreak thanks to Alden. Anyway, if this were to be true, I honestly don't think anyone would really be too affected? I think it would only push Alden and Della further into their isolation, sadness, post-Alvar hole. And Livvy would only be angrier at him than she is already.

Della: She's a talented spy, canonically. It wouldn't be hard for her to sneak around for both groups. She's close to high-ranking members in the Black Swan, has a powerful position in the government, and is part of the most influential family in the Lost Cities. And if she were to be part of the Neverseen? It would throw everyone into a frenzy. The Vackers would probably lock themselves away, like they did with Alden's mind break. Grady and Edaline would be devastated; after all, that would mean that one of their closest friends was directly involved in the murder of their daughter. The Collective wouldn't be sure who to trust anymore, since a traitor was able to swear fealty to them. Actually, I think Neverseen Della would be even more of an upheaval to the main crew than Alvar's reveal—but there's one crucial, missing component: what's her motive? She doesn't have reason to hate both humans and the Council enough to join the Neverseen. Unless there's something we don't know yet.

Elwin: Let's play a game of "Make All of Keefe's Parental Figures Evil Because Why Not." Anyway. I believe canon makes it pretty clear that he's not a Neverseen member, unless he's really good at hiding it. It's possible that he was a Neverseen member before Gisela took control and then left, which is why he didn't turn Keefe in. But, the issue is as seen before: what's his motive? What reason does he have to play a double agent of sorts? Highly unlikely, in my opinion. But it would make everyone very, very concerned.

Juline: She hates the Council but likes humans. So that's 50% of the way there to Neverseen Beliefs. It's unlikely that she's actually part of the Neverseen, given that she's a major part of the Collective. But if she were? It would devastate Dex. Dex's reaction upon finding out his mother was Black Swan was already angry, so his reaction to this? He'd be furious. Maybe it would push him across the line to go absolutely crazy against the Neverseen. I'm talking Arsonist Sophie level crazy. Which would be fun, but also, we already had one major reveal with Juline. It's unlikely that there would be another.

[eclipsedshadowk]

What is it that you like about Salieri? When I was still in school it was mandatory to watch amadeus in music class and he was not really depicted in a favourable light imo, but I may have also forgotten some crucial parts. So what is it that you enjoy about him? (This is by no means shade)

First off, same with the mandatory watching of Amadeus. I honestly slept through it when I was 13-14 years old because I was depressed bean stuck in a toxic environment. I hate to admit that I wasn't a fan of the 1984 movie, though I don't mind watching it.

Second, it was Mozart L'opèra Rock that made me love Salieri so fucking much. I don't remember what made me love and hyperfixate on the guy. Salieri in Mozart L'opèra Rock has a kind of poetry to his character, even though it has some basis on Amadeus. His vibe somehow captured me and maybe the fact that his songs were easy to play on guitar kinda helped with that. He was enigmatic when he first appeared, @antoniosalieri's analysis on the guy made me open to the symbolisms of his songs and the guy was such a distinguished bi disaster, even though they made him quote on quote "sexually ambiguous".

But it was my curiosity on what's up with him and Mozart made me want to learn more about him and his life.

I learned that he was a crucial part of the entire history of classical music, being the teacher of such people who became famous like Beethoven, Schubert and Liszt, he taught people who aren't royalty for free, he handed out golden buttons to children who were impoverished as a roundabout way of helping. I learned that despite the rumors of him "poisoning" Mozart and their professional rivalry, they were still friends and Salieri still taught Franz Xaver, who was Mozart's youngest son. I learned that he became a father figure to his students and he was a loving father to his son and daughters (the death of Alois Engelbert in September of 1805 affected him so much that he became paralyzed and mute with grief). I learned he was taught of music by Gluck, Gassmann and his brother, Francesco, how as a child he seemed to have had a love for music and how likely it was that he had a prodigal talent of his own. I learned of how he is often tossed around like a hot potato before landing to Vienna when he became orphaned at 13-14 years old. I learned of other things too, like how he had a sweet tooth (to the point there were instances of Mozart calling him 'Signor Bonbonière'), how he sneaked out to see his brother perform in festivals which lead to him getting locked up by his father, how he jumped onto an old spinet because the owner was too frugal to replace the broken thing, how he often joked about having terrible German despite having lived there for most of his life ever since he was fifteen, small moments like him treating Schubert out and buying him ice cream.

I like some of the other interpretations of Salieri as well. Fate/Grand Order has an almost similar characterization to Mozart L'opèra Rock's, except more edgy and I love how Lostbelt 1 handled him. Classi9 clearly has an inspiration to Amadeus' but I somehow want to see more of this Salieri. I would like to know of Crash Fever's Salieri, but I like how Alice Fiction's Salieri is a break from the edgy anti-villain that was inspired by Amadeus, which in turn was inspired by Pushkin's. Alice Fiction's Salieri may look like a generic anime girl, but she's adorable and soft to me. Rhythmstar's Salieri may have kept the poisoning rumor, but I love how they kept him as a teacher and I can't wait to see the spin-off game where he is the main character, I kinda want to see ANB elaborate on him.

There's even a fucking musical on Salieri, but it's in Korean, with no subtitles and there's only clips of it available, so it's kinda sad, even though I want to see its story.

I don't quite remember what made me so hyperfixated on him, but damn do I love Antonio Salieri so fucking much

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Ooo, I'll have to look into that fangan because it sounds super interesting. But yeah, Protag-san hates Ultimates because they knows what sort of chaos and destruction they're capable of. Their grandmother, who was the last person who protected them after the Remnants killed the rest of his family, was killed by another Ultimate right in front of him. They were left alive as if to say "you aren't important enotto get killed" or some other reason. They knew firsthand that Ultimate's, individual who were claimed to be so different from those in society, that are superior to those without talents, that will lead the world to hope....all Ultimate's are really good for...are killing each other and everyone around them. And since society favors Ultimates, to Protag-san, they believe an Ultimate can do whatever the want without consequence.

After all, Protag-san knew that Hopes Peak let a literal Yakuza member in. And Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Despair, was attending Hopes Peak. All the bad that's happened seemed to stem from that place where Ultimate's called a paradise. "Their lives are on easy street, they don't have to struggle or work a day in their lives. The rest of us will be lucky to even have a fraction of the success they have even with all the work we could put in. What sort of Hope would we be going to then?" (Their thoughts) Thus, Protag-san wants nothing to do with Ultimate's.

And soon, character development hits and they start to warm up to Ultimate's.

oh god i have barely any thing for that fangan but I'll give you the link to the character on my oc blog

Also I love protag-san actually, I like to lampshade the criminality of Hope's Peak whenever I can in my own stories, like how in one of my wips two detectives sigh about how they couldnt arrest Mondo because of Hope's Peak. I feel like he'd be pissed that the main ultimate despair never get brought to justice and just vanish, clearly its because theyre ultimates.

I fucking love characters who challenge the system of Ultimates, I actually tend to use Kokichi for it, as I view that he'd find talent boring and locking people in boxes, which for him who believes in freedom and creativity is the greatest sin. Besides that I love characters who point at the ultimate system as bullshit that is, but then grows to learn that no its no the ultimates, its the people CONTROLLING the ultimates that are the real problem.

[lightofraye]

I mean, you responded to this really well on your own, but I just need to respond to the latest anon I saw on a few things here.

//You are completely so fucking stupid, just because people prefer jenmish they hate Jared? //

-I’d say. 90% of people who prefer the "JenMish" combo hate on Jared to some extent, oftenn to extremes. The remaking 10% just have bad taste. This is practically a cause and effect. If you love Misha, you must hate Jared because he’s more successful and talented, and Jensen likes him about 1,000 times more than Misha the pandering creep.

//grow the fuck up. and you stanning a person who is mentally a child is pathethic. oh wait you are mentally a child as well, getting pressed over a fictional ship is pathetic.//

- This anon has literally no grasp on irony. Throw another tantrum while calling someone a child why dint you Anon, you mental child? Also, the only person I see who is clearly pressed over ship is this person.

//and don't act like you know Jensen personally or his thoughts and feelings. you parasocial fuck. get a fucking life, Jensen isn't a fucking puppet for you to use for your fucking para-sexual fantasies.//

- umm, again … the hypocrisy is strong with this one. At least non-heller fans use Jensen's own words when we talk about him. Hellers literally ignore him and then assign whatever beliefs and feelings they want to him.

//you need to be permentally locked up in a psychiatric ward allway with your mutals and friends and the fact you pretend to have children when in reality they are your sock accounts is utterly pathertic,//

- umm, this is a massive overreaction. No one is forcing you to read this blog, Anon. O one is being endangered by this blog or its opinions. And if you get this heated over a stranger on the internet, it sounds like you’re the one who needs to take a step back. Maybe get some counseling for your weird over-investment in C and Z List celebrities.

//no ones actually likes you they are just humouring you and you and you fucked up brain are too egomamiac to realise how delutional you sound.//

- I like her. That’s why I read her blog, even if I don’t agree with everything she says. No one humours people on a blog. The very idea of people wasting their time to do that is absurd. It’s like saying Jared keeps getting lead roles because people are pandering to him and giving in to tantrums, when that isn’t how anything works. lol.

-Finally, let’s hope you don’t live in a glass house anon. Because you're throwing a lot of stone for someone who sounds like an actual lunatic, and you should be much worried about how you sound to these than the owner of this blog.

Feel free to go touch some grass. Or dog shit, you weird little person.

You are completely so fucking stupid, just because people prefer jenmish they hate Jared? grow the fuck up. and you stanning a person who is mentally a child is pathethic. oh wait you are mentally a child as well, getting pressed over a fictional ship is pathetic. and don't act like you know Jensen personally or his thoughts and feelings. you parasocial fuck. get a fucking life, Jensen isn't a fucking puppet for you to use for your fucking para-sexual fantasies. you need to be permentally locked up in a psychiatric ward allway with your mutals and friends and the fact you pretend to have children when in reality they are your sock accounts is utterly pathertic, no ones actually likes you they are just humouring you and you and you fucked up brain are too egomamiac to realise how delutional you sound.

Aww. You don’t agree with everything I write? Whatever will I do?!

Oh. I know. I’ll survive. Because that’s okay!

Thanks for the rebuttal!

[guideoftime]

▴ — @nihlkahn ;; Sheik & Kasus. ❛  it's okay if you don't want to talk about it. maybe we can just sit here for a while instead.  ❜

   “Why do you pretend you probably don’t know?” Sheik asked quietly, staring across Kakariko from where he had taken to hiding now in the watchtower that overlooked it rather than his library because that was no longer safe to hide in. Even if Sheik locked the door, he was surrounded by two very talented people who can either lockpick, blow up or teleport. Possibly all three if Amaron figured that one out. 

   Yet, somehow, Kasus apparently found him in the watchtower and Sheik isn’t even going to pretend it wasn’t because of the bond. He might not know how it works in its entirety, but clearly there are things involved at least on Kasus’s end that make it easier for him do certain things. Like hear their thoughts, project into their minds, find them when they don’t want to be found. He should have just gone to work at the Castle, Amaron hates being there and Kasus–well he doesn’t show up so maybe he hates being there too. 

   “Amaron keeps his bond entirely open with you, my emotional state hasn’t kept my mental shields intact. If you don’t know what happened, you’re lying.” And Sheik isn’t even upset over that, he would be more so if Kasus used Sheik’s thoughts against him–but he hasn’t. Whatever slips through from his end, whatever stray thoughts Sheik can’t guard from the Mask, he doesn’t use it against him. He ignores them, maybe glances worriedly in his direction, but otherwise leaves Sheik alone over it. 

   And more than Kasus can possibly understand, Sheik appreciates that. 

   There is nothing worse to him than having one's most private and intimate thoughts, be they positive or negative, picked apart or commented on. But in a moment like this, where Kasus was either offering comfort for some reason to him rather than Amaron, he’d just rather the mask not pretend he’s got no clue what is happening. Maybe Amaron told him to go away and Sheik was just the other option available. He does that, Sheik knows, works himself to death when he’s upset. Sheik isn’t any better but at least he eats and drinks still. 

   “If you want to say something, just say it.” A soft sigh and he tucks his head down against his arms, gaze still focused on the rooftops of the houses. He can see a Cucco from here, Anju’s little chaotic birds got out again. “I know you’re protective over Amaron, so just say whatever you want.” Their weird relationship he still doesn’t understand, but can tell it’s a very tight bond. Amaron leaned heavily on the mask for emotional and even physical support and Kasus offered it very willingly to Amaron. 

   It’s fine if he thinks Amaron’s current mental state is Sheik’s fault, he thinks it’s his fault too. 

   Kasus has always been in the house, tucked away in the library, in one of the locked drawers of his desk. He’s always there in Amaron’s head, existing and with them. He’s been there every step of their relationship and though he doesn’t know how much the Mask absorbed, if it knew everything. If it was aware enough to actually process Amaron’s thoughts, emotional feelings, his frustration, sadness, hurt with Sheik. 

   But even those thoughts aside, he’s been here now. He’s seen it with his own eyes, has watched the two of them, now has both sides of the conversation and emotions through the bond. In a way, Sheik actually thinks that’s unfair. To be stuck in the middle, forced to feel and hear whatever he can’t ignore, whatever Sheik can’t turn off. To be in the house in the stressful atmosphere and the heartache that clearly carried through them. To watch Amaron work instead of eating, sleeping, drinking whatever like a normal person.

   Sheik envies the bond that the mask has with Amaron. The fifteen years that makes it so very easy to understand the very confusing man. He sees the way they interact, the way Amaron looks at him, the way they talk through the bond easily and the little smile Amaron would get–

   He’s not a jealous person, he really isn’t. But it’s just so easy for them and Sheik doesn’t understand what he’s doing wrong. 

   He feels like a river, where he keeps hitting against the jagged rocks and being ripped up while Kasus just sails effortlessly through the calm waves that is the chaos of Amaron. Sheik is the one who married Aamron, Kasus is the one who has the bond he craves with him. And he has no one to blame but himself who just can’t seem to find the way around the mindfield that Amaron has set up around him. 

   The breath he pulls in feels stuttering in his chest and as he turns his face back around he rubs his eyes against his arm before settling his gaze on the man beside him. 

   There are days, like today, he really wonders what Kasus is thinking. What he thinks of them. If he’s fine being stuck in the middle like this. Feeling everything he probably does. Sheik would not want to be him, if he’s honest. Dealing with his own emotions is a lot, dealing with his own plus two others sounds like a headache. Especially when those two other people haven’t been sleeping at all. 

   And he’s just quiet. Sheik doesn’t feel any judgment, any hatred from him. He can’t be entirely neutral to it, he has to think and feel something over it. 

   He’s not certain he could take more judgment right now. 

   “Would it be… really weird if I asked to use your lap?” He feels embarrassed for asking, he very nearly throws himself off of the watchtower to flee, he’s actually considering how fast he can get to the Shadow Temple walking vs teleporting–and then Kasus moves. Just enough to make room, and Sheik works his jaw tightly before giving in. He had asked. He shifts and then slowly lays down to rest his head in Kasus's lap. 

   It’s very comfortable, he’s quite warm and being such a tall and big man he has plenty of room. He’s not boney like Sheik, there’s actual muscle and size there–it’s far too comfortable. Relaxing. He’s only tense for the first few minutes, as he finds a way to get settled, where to put his arms and how far up he can actually place his head without being weird. His head tips back, he can feel it press a bit into Kasus’s stomach, and then he closes his eyes. 

   It’s maybe minutes at most and Sheik falls soundlessly asleep.

[mermaidsirennikita]

It's always funny to me when people complain when awards shows have too many acting categories/slots per category because it doesn't mean that nobody was snubbed? Do people understand how many movies/tv shows come out every year? Even if the people everybody thought would get nominated got nominated there's still a bunch of people who were also in consideration that didn't get in.

Agree! I think the problem with the Globe categories isn't that there are too many, it's that they nominate the most ludicrous things in Musical/Comedy categories. Barry is not actually a comedy, lol. May December is so far from a comedy it's ABSURD.

I mean, if you want to talk snubs that aren't snubs... LET US NOTE lol that Jacob Elordi didn't get nominated for anything, and his stans are very upset, and as someone who thinks his recent attempts at being remade as a Serious Actor are ridiculous, I am... Amused. Like, look, these awards only matter in some cases, but he was clearly gunning hard for both projects, and...

I've seen Saltburn. I haven't seen Priscilla (hoping to see it very soon). I've mentioned my issues with Priscilla as a concept before (especially when it comes so quickly on the heels of Elvis) but I think that of all the things I could see it being nominated for, the, you know, girl playing Priscilla would hopefully be ahead of Elordi...? I'm not familiar with her at all, but if she can't carry the film then what is the point. Sofia Coppola also seems to be missing out this year, and while there are definite sexism issues with the directorial spot (and Greta got the woman's chair) (and the fact that both of them are white women with significant connections to prominent male directors is kind of disheartening) I'm not mad at it because I think Sofia is... hit or miss, and often extremely overhyped. And I don't like how she's handled the press around this movie at all.

But yeah, I haven't yet seen his performance as Elvis beyond clips. However... the clips I have seen? Are ROUGH, dude. His accent is in and out, he seems very one-note abuser (and hello, Nate!). And as I've waxed poetic about, I found him to be a black hole for charisma and a momentum-killer with Saltburn. A movie that was generally weak, but no shock that Barry got nominated because a) Barry is getting set up as a prominent character actor, and I'll be honest, I'm not like HYPE about his career and I hated The Eternals... so much lol.... but he was great in Banshees, really, and it's nice for an actual working class actor to come from the UK, so I'll bite and b) that dance scene was going to lock in noms for him. And tbh? I'm fine with that. Jacob Elordi cannot stand up next to actual actors.

Also, the delusionality to think that he was going to be the star breakout of the awards season after the reviews Charles Melton got...? There's a huge, specific prejudice Hollywood has against Asian men in prominent or leading roles. Charles is super gorgeous and super talented and has leading man written all over him, but he's still going to deal with that. However, if a breakout is going to stand up next to the big boys (the same way Austin Butler did last year) it's going to be Charles. If a breakout guy is going to beat out Ryan Gosling and De Niro and all them, it's going to be Charles.

I am a little sad Zac Efron didn't get a nom, but I haven't seen his movie yet. I am SUPER intrigued by the premise, and I do want to see it, and I have always had a soft spot for Zac because I think he's actually super talented and appreciate his candidness re: his struggles with eating disorders, etc. But yeah, I would've liked to see him get a nom, and him getting shut out from the GGs, however the Globes are not what they used to be, doesn't bode well for other, more prestigious awards.

[myimaginarywonderland]

If you think Giovinazzi deserves the seat over Mick,you are delusional.

I frankly do not care how he did in junior categories because he has had time and seasons to prove himself. He has not delivered in F1 of FE for that matter and just like Hülkenberg doesn't deserve a return to F1.

Mick has shown so much potential and promise plus you can clearly see his development. Mick has such a bright future ahead and switching him for Giovinazzi who has shown no potential to even fight in the midfield truly is one of the dumbest decisions F1 could ever make.