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vrisrezis · 11 months

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Atsv characters realizing they’re in love with you

Gwens on the verge of tears, it’s the first time you’ve ever seen her like this in all the time you’ve known her. You’ve known gwen for almost your entire life, and never once have you ever seen her in such a state of affairs.

You suppose it’s reasonable, she lost Peter and she thinks she lost her father forever, the only other people she ever had. And then there’s you. Somebody she felt such deep emotions for even if she was unaware how deep they ran.

There’s so many emotions and so many thoughts running through her head, when she sees you for the first time in what feels like years.

You don’t say anything.

You stare at her, the state she’s in.

Your movements are slow and meticulous, calculated. And she wonders if you’re doing that because you’re cautious, because you’re scared of her.

“I don’t know what dad told you.” fear drips from her vocal cords, “but I promise you,” she’s desperate, wanting your touch so badly but fearing you truly saw her as a monster too, “I would never, ever, kill Peter.”

the building you’re both on, feels so much darker than it really is. It feels like she’s revealing herself to her dad for the first time all over again. She wants to cave in on herself but she fights every need to push you away because she needs you in her life.

“And believe me, I wanted to tell you! I did! I really did!” she tries desperately to explain, finally letting a tear slip out.

As soon as she let one go, it became a waterfall of tears.

“I love you.” she says, voice barely above a whisper, taking you both by surprise.

She realizes what she said, but she doesn’t dwell on it for much longer. Because she realizes, finally, what she said was true.

And now that she finally knows what it is she’s truly been feeling for you all these years, it hurts even more to look at you and not know what you could possibly think about her. She wishes she knew what was going through your head, she wishes she could just tell what you were feeling by searching your face but she just can’t find anything. She doesn’t know what you make of this. She doesn’t know if she’s going to lose you today.

“Please.” she feels her lips wobble, she knows she’s going to completely break down if you don’t say something, anything, in the next minute.

All she’s met with is more silence.

Miles knew he had a crush on you, sure. That simply made sense, it was common knowledge to anyone that wasn’t an idiot. Well, except you. But miles didn’t think you were an idiot, just maybe oblivious. It’s not like he minded, he was grateful that he liked the one, singular person in this very world that was oblivious enough to not catch onto Miles’s adoration for you.

Miles talked about you a lot, admittedly. His parents were naturally happy he had found an actual friend that wasn’t away, that wasn’t ganke, and that clearly made him so happy. In fact, Rio mentions how she’s never seen her son so happy to talk about somebody. She had teased him a few times, and although miles tried to deny it, both her and Jeff knew he liked you a little bit more than a friend should. Though, a little bit is a stretch. He liked you a LOT more than a friend should.

And man, when you finally met them. Ohhh boy.

Miles had tried to prevent it for so long, in fear his parents would embarrass him, even worse if they didn’t like you. But he had been delaying the inevitable long enough, and the time had finally came.

In the past, Rio had teased him about being in love. Of course, miles denied the fact. He had a crush sure, but love? That’s a lot, isn’t it?

But seeing you interact with his parents, getting along with them so well. Even with his dad?

He just can’t stop staring, and while normally Rio would be concerned, she simply walks over to her son with a knowing smile.

“I think Im in love.”

“I know, mijo”

Hobie had a rough day, to say the least. Being spiderpunk, spiderman, was tough. And as much as he complained about it, he was perfectly content with the way he went on living. Especially since it had given him the power to protect you, and fight for his beliefs.

But regardless it was sometimes a painful experience, being spiderman. The gash on his side wasn’t too huge, but was deep enough to cause him pain anytime he walked. Swinging around wasn’t much better.

He decided to swing by your place, since it was closer to him and while he hated the idea of bothering you while he was in this state, hated the idea of worrying you, he knew it was the best option if he wanted to get back to fighting as quick and as painless as possible.

He lets himself in through the window, as always. He walks over to your hunched over form at your desk, peeking over. “Biochem?” he asked aloud, and you, unbothered, simply nod. “Yknow you should really start locking the window sweets.” he says with a grin, and while you’d normally be annoyed by his remarks, you notice a strain in his voice that makes you look up at him.

You’re quick to stand up, “hobie! Jesus what happened to you!?” you said, ushering him into your bathroom so that you can get your first aid kit.

He sits down on the toilet, before shrugging. “Stuff..”

you’ve fixed him up before, but this was a little different. There was a change in your demeanor. It wasn’t out of this world for you to worry for him, but this felt vastly different this time around.

You were so kind, so gentle with him.

In his mind, he’s undeserving.

The warmth of your hands on him, was the only thing he could think about. Not even the pain of literally being stabbed could compare to how electrifying your touch felt.

Perhaps it was the blue led lighting in your bathroom or the loss of blood but, you looked so beautiful right now.

“I think I love you.” he whispers quietly, staring into your eyes.

Staring back, you can’t help but think you love this idiot too.

Pavitr is an idiot when it comes to romance, whether he likes to act like he’s good at it or not. He is not as smooth as he pretends to be. He realizes this anytime he tries to shoot his shot at you. He fumbles with his words and has to come up with some excuse as to why he needs to leave in that exact moment, immediately. Even pretending to flirt with his best friend, gayatri, doesn’t work. He does it so well with her, but when it comes to you he just cannot articulate his words. He finds himself totally lost.

It doesn’t take an idiot to figure out his feelings for you are strong, and that his feelings go deeper beyond friendship. You seem to be the only moron in all of mumbattan that hasn’t noticed, and he’s not sure if he’s grateful or in great agony.

One of the biggest reasons he was so obvious about how he liked you, was shown through how clingy he was. Physical affection is his love language, after all. But it goes beyond that, he always finds himself wanting to spend time with you. He even insists on walking you home even when his house is in the opposite direction, his excuse being that he wants you to get home safely despite being in broad daylight. It’s still a dangerous world out there, is his reasoning.

But it’s been so long since he last walked you home. When you were kids, he did it all the time. As you grew older, the tradition seemed to stick but as he became spiderman this occurrence became less frequent. It’s been months since he’s been able to do this.

The sun is bright, but it hits your face perfectly. And he can’t help but think you look like some ethereal god. Given his line of work, he doesn’t think it would be that weird if you were one.

He feels like he can’t breathe, and he doesn’t even realize its cause he’s way too focused on you, every little feature. Your hair, eyes, your nose, cheeks, mouth. Anything he could possibly look at on your face, he’s looking. He’s not listening to a word you’re saying, he watches your lips move but he cannot catch a damn thing. The grip he has on his bookbag becomes tighter, his face feels hot and he wants to say it’s because of the sun but he knows that’s not true. God, has your laugh always been so pleasant to the human ears? Or was that just him?

His lips move, before he even has a chance to stop the words from coming out, like word vomit.

“God I love you”

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freedomfireflies · 10 months

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July Fic Recs 🤍

Rabbit Rabbit!! I hope June was a beautiful month for you all! Filled with love, relaxation, and really good stories!!

I feel like this is one of the best places to be on the internet because I always meet so many kind, talented, and insanely creative people! The stories I've gotten to disappear into this month are some of my favs so, without further ado...

~ Not Another Time by @be-with-me-so-happily

Summary: Harry is used to things getting crazy on tour. What he wasn't ready for is how much he misses YN during the Latin American leg of his tour. But at the Rio de Janeiro show, he needs to expect the unexpected.

The sequel to Could We Not, and a beautiful depiction of Harry's love and fear for somebody he loves! It felt so realistic, and I could actually feel Harry's stress while I read 😭💞

~ One More by @harry-on-broadway

"It never failed to surprise you just how well you fit in his arms."

This was so cute, I'm actually still crying??? A sweet blurb about the show before the last show. I wished on every star to be able to crawl into this story and live in it. Sadly, it hasn't worked yet.

~ Been There All Along by @lonelycowgirls

Summary: Where Stella goes to Harry’s last night at Madison Square Garden and gets a call that could change everything.

If really Harry isn't somewhat like this...I'm suing. Honestly

~ Zipper by @1d1195

"Harry was a smart guy, but he truly hadn’t a clue as to why he was so mad at the prospect of liking her."

The cutest, the most beautifully written, the sweetest story IN. THE. WORLD. The title alone deserves every award ever, but the connection to the plot??????? I'm still thinking about it

~ Love Don't Cost A Thing by @justmystyles

Such a beautiful concept!! I like conversations and stories like this because they really do feel so real! It helps really immerse you in the every day life of a relationship with him. And the line, "It's an us thing," LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE!!!

~ Mutually Beneficial by @cherryjuiceblues

Summary: Y/N finds life difficult and Harry just wants to make her feel good.

I mean...we all just want a man that wants to make us feel good as much as this one does...AM I WRONG???

~ Guilty by @jarofstyles

Best Friend's Dad!

Everything they write is perfection and this sexy ass age gap story is no different, I am actually still sweating and convulsing I AM A SIMP

~ I Want Forever by @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite

Summary- Harry and Y/N broke up early into Love On Tour. Harry struggled to truly move on, as did Y/N. With tour over, a lost soul shows up at Y/N’s door one night, ready for forever.

Straight perfection, let's be real! A ring, the final show, AND AN ANGSTY, FLUFFY HARRY?? *chefs kiss*

~ Eros (Cupid) Harry by @0nlythrowharrybeaux

Harry is Eros and he is absolutely smitten with a human.

Listen, he absolutely would be this cute and you BEST BELIEVE I'm so down bad for this man...I literally foam at the mouth when I think about it, AND HE'S FUNNY?? Dead on sight

~ Personal by @shawnxstyles

summary: you and harry are best friends who tell each other everything. or so you thought. when harry finds out you’ve barely done anything sexual, he offers to change that. and then things get a little… personal.

Best friend Harry helping you out. Need I say more?? I NEEDN'T

~ Scared by @adorebeaa

You and Harry have your first argument right before his final show in Italy, about his final show in Italy.

THE CUTEST MOST DEVASTATING ADDITION TO THE FINAL SHOW!!! CRIED FOR HOURS

~ Y/N and Harry are expecting a baby, and they’re both very impatient by @tobesolonely

I mean...delicious honestly 😭 Just...wow

~ Sex Therapist by @tsumtsumrry

in which Harry helps you out a bit, and he’s not actually a sex therapist. (but he might as well be)

I am...scarily attracted to this man. And I am okay with that 😭💞

~ Brother's Best Friend by @helladirections

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring Italrry, teasing, and a sea view.

He is....so hot. I genuinely have no other words to describe it honestly. It's...it's bad over here for me

~ Complicated Freak by @lukesaprince

Summary: Where you’ve been hooking up with your best friend’s dad and decide to tease him with a tiny bikini.

I think about this man once a week at least...okay fine, once a day. oKAY FINE I THINK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME and I'm okay with that

And a shout-out to @londonharry for providing us with all the gifs we've been needing to help us through our depression 🫶 You do the Lord's work, thank you!!

I hope you all find some amazing things to discover!! Cannot wait to see you again next month!! 💞

Previous Recs:

~ Fic Rec Number 1

~ Fic Rec Number 2

~ Fic Rec Number 3

#harry #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fan #harry styles fic rec #fic rec #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction

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ghostflowerhotpotch · 11 months

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Meet the Parents Part 2

Okay, once again, I rambled for too long and needed to do a second part. Sorry that this post is also coming delayed, real life stuff comes first.

Part 1 to be up to speed!

You know? Maybe it was for the best that the post got cut short, I realized of a small detail that didn't notice yesterday.

The sequence where this four frames are from last around a 1 or 2, I am not really doing this in any professional fashion so I cannot say the exact time; but it is pretty quick, even at half speed.

But you can see how for a moment, Gwen either realizes this is not going well, or drops the enthusiastic persona for a second. Either way, I think it shows that this is not going how she expected.

While Gwen hasn't heard enough to know it was a bad idea using their first names, I don't doubt that Miles talks about them fondly.

She got along well with May and Ben (I notice later that there are some flashbacks including Ben.) And that probably meant a lot to her because you can see how prevalent was the relationship between those families, eating together, talking, etc. Almost like a family.

I don't think Gwen would like to replace Peter and his family, but Miles is not a replacement of Peter anyways. She probably wanted meeting them (Even if I am sure she didn't want to have this meeting today,) would run a lot more smoother.

Because she knows Miles loves his parents, and they do sound like good people; she didn't even seem to think this could actually turn so awkward.

This moment just last a couple of seconds at best, so this goes fairly quickly.

And again, I am not saying this because I want to paint Miles' parents in a bad light; even if they are not giving a fair shot to Gwen, all things consider they are been extremely patient with Miles.

(I really need to do a post about that.)

Now going back to where we left it.

Oh this scene is so hard for me to see.

(Sorry, but DAMN the representation here; this didn't exactly happen to me, but similar enough that is giving me the most embarrassing flashbacks. No I am not saying this is an universal experience, just very painfully real to me.)

Okay, Miles' parents are being over protective here? Oh for sure.

While I think their actions are very logical and understandable once you remember they have no idea what Miles is doing; this is really the part where Rio and Jeff shows us they also need to mature in this movie.

And I don't say it as an insult; a lot of parents have trouble with this transition, and Miles is their first and only child; with said child suddenly not acting as the same kid anymore.

(Sidenote; I am surprised Miles doesn't have any siblings, Jeff and Rio look so in love I am surprised it didn't happen.)

I love how Gwen just takes her hand back, like "well damn I didn't even get a date with him and his parents already are telling me to back off."

Also oof, poor Miles. Honestly forget three months this is probably worse than that already.

Rio making that joke is painfully realistic and let's move on to the other part of that dialogue.

I think Rio and Jeff aren't just trying to establish some rules with Miles (considering the amount he has broken today,) but they also need to reaffirm themselves of being able to dictate what's going on Miles's life.

Again, this is coming just after they grounded him, and then he dipped out. They are feeling they are losing him.

I love Rio, I do, but ma'am this is how you get your kid to keep even more secrets for you.

Not much else to say here, this is the lesson she and Jeff need to learn. Miles is (probably) still hating being alive right now; and Gwen is somehow able to keep that composed face despite everything which has to be one of her most impressive feats in this film.

I honestly have to feel it for Gwen right now.

She probably knows the alert her watch is giving her is bad news, so she really doesn't have another choice.

Forget not making a good impression with Jeff and Rio, now she just lost her chance to have a decent goodbye with Miles.

At this point I don't think she would had admitted to herself this couldn't happen again, I think even now she hoped for another chance later down the line. But there is no idea to know when.

I have no idea what she would had said if she had the chance to say goodbye on her own terms, to his face; but it was certainly not what she ended up doing.

Girl, 3 years being spiderwoman and you can't still come up with good lies for situations like this?

Ok I cannot blame her for not being able to come with up with something better; this entire conversation was already not going well and now she basically needs to flee, which doesn't help.

Oof, look at Miles's face, he really looks so heartbroken here.

For all the awkwardness Gwen has sported during this conversation, this is among her most natural expressions; while she is probably not stranger for dipping early, I do think this is not how she wanted to leave.

Gwen really didn't want to leave, at least not leave Miles. While she couldn't really explain what was going on, I think she wanted to let him no that this isn't about his parents or him, she wouldn't be going out if she didn't have any other choice really.

Jeff hasn't really said much during this conversation, mostly having judgy stares at most, but you can see his expression become a bit more open once he sees Gwen's behaviour change.

Rio I think is trying to maintain a mask because she probably also caught on this looking a bit off, but also because is around here that she starts to realizing how much Gwen means to Miles.

I think is also around this point that Rio seemed to want to say something else.

She could just be trying to say goodbye, but I think her expression and her hand point out more than she actually wanted to intervene here.

I am pretty sure that regardless of how Jeff and Rio felt about Gwen, they didn't want to make her run away like that.

Because again, they are missing context; Gwen is leaving because the Spot flee and she just got herself into a mess, Miles knows this is related to spidey issues.

But as far as Jeff and Rio are concerned, this girl tried to be friendly (way too friendly for their liking but friendly nonetheless,) and is now running away after Rio decided to play Mother Hen.

(Sorry, that joke may not be understandable in english. Mama Gallina/Mother Hen is an expression used a lot in my country for moms that are very protective of their kids.)

Oh, this shot.

This is an interesting comparison because when Miles heard that Gwen was leaving, he looked so crestfallen; she could see it so did his parents but he didn't register the fact that it was so pain this was for him.

Gwen maintained a somewhat composed face to them, but on this shot that she is giving everyone the back, she looks so sad.

This, is basically their relationship in a nutshell. Miles wears his heart in his sleeve and can't help himself on it, and Gwen tries her hardest to keep her emotions at bay, but everything so often they creep back.

This is awkward, and it looks awkward, and this is really more into speculation territory than analysis, but I think she did it because she wanted to go for a hug, or similar.

I had mentioned in other posts how I believe Gwen is an affectionate person, or at least, someone who likes and seeks physical affection to those important to her.

The way she went to hug her dad both at the beginning and end show how much she craves affection; and how she barely contained herself before hugging Miles tells me not just that she probably has even less people to hug nowadays, but how much important he is to her.

But she probably doesn't want to upset his parents more, and his mom told her just a minute ago to basically leave Miles alone; so this was the best she could think of.

Nobody is really happy. Even Rio and Jeff are realizing how uncomfortable is Gwen; thought again, they are probably thinking this is all their fault.

This is really the moment when Rio and Jeff are probably realizing that whatever the heck is going on with Gwen and Miles, is important to them, or at least Miles.

Again, Jeff and Rio are worried, and they have no idea what Gwen's situation is, Miles mentioned she left town but they didn't even believe she existed prior this so they probably doesn't think that's case. Or even if it was, well, keeping contact can't be that hard in this day and age right?

(Sadly, Miles really needed to fall in love with a girl who to get in contact with you need technology from another timeline.)

Miles is 15, and they just met this girl, they couldn't imagine how much she matters to him, specially with all the secrets.

And here, is when Rio finally can let her own feelings aside for a moment, and see her actual son, and not the idea she has of him.

Of course, he is just staring at where she is at, no idea when he would see her again.

A part of me wonders, if he would had tried to go and say something else if his parents wouldn't had been here.

I really, do think Gwen wanted to say something else.

Now with all the context, it makes me so sad to see Gwen leave, and still have trouble to actually do so.

Because she knows this meeting wasn't suppose to happen, and she has no idea if she could ever repeat it or when. She has been so focused on Miles she completely neglected the mission, heck, she even neglected to keep an eye on the guy, which wasn't even so much of a fix for this situation.

You know? Something I kept thinking while analyzing this scene, is how is not just Miles struggling to keep a civial life and a spider life, Gwen is going to the same thing, or similar enough at least.

At this point, she has embraced the Spidey life, she literally has no other choice because she cannot go back home. Her life as Gwen Stacy was gone; being able to just be a carefree teen is left by the times she can be crashing at Hobbie's dimension, and even then, you see that is not enough.

In this sequence, she tries to go back to those patterns, like the camaraderie she had with May, or the jokes she probably shared with her dad's buddies.

But it doesn't go well, and her last moments with Miles were extremely awkward, and them discussing about the organization.

This all feels just like a bitter reminder, she can't be just a teen anymore.

Is a shame, because on the Clock Tower we basically confirm, that Miles was the only person that could make her feel that someone was seeing her for all her. To combine those two worlds she belonged.

But she can't have that now, just like she believes, she can't have Miles.

#ghostflower #gwiles #gwen stacy #miles morales #atsv spoilers #rio morales #jeff morales #across the spiderverse spoilers #across the spiderverse #ghostflower files #will reblog this tomorrow to a decent hour lolol

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isawken · 6 months

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fun fact. david arquette bought the rights to bozo the clown in 2021.

fun fact 2. he intends to use this power to create some kind of "bozo-verse". a multiverse of clowns

fun fact 3. this actually fits perfectly within the Bozo Mythos and makes as much (if not more) sense as the proliferation of the multiverse in the MCU

(im just including this image because it think the tonal dissonance between the two chosen pictures in that header is fucking hilarious)

so i'm sure most of the people reading this post are zoomers or millenies. and idk about y'all but by the time i came around to human consciousness around 1998 or so, Bozo was part of a long-gone television era, one that belonged to the boomers and Xers before me. i was vaguely aware of him as a residual pop culture entity but never really encountered him myself.

well, as it turns out, there is no true one Bozo.

Bozo the clown was originally created as a character in a children's book in 1946. a voice actor portrayed him in a read-along record to said book and became so popular, Bozo was promoted to Occasional Television Star in 1949. he maintained his popularity and in 1957, the rights to Bozo were sold to a new owner, who decided to syndicate the clown. and this is where the Bozo-verse came in.

because the new owner made Bozo available to lease by smaller local television networks, that meant that dozens of studios across the American continent had their very own Bozo. dozens of Bozos!! from Detroit to Rio de Janeiro to Ontario to Mexico City and several other locations in between, an insane amount of Bozos existed at the same time from the late 1950s to the mid 1970s. and within those dozens of Bozos, some would be portrayed by half a dozen actors during their runs. each were unique, distinguished by their varied performances and variation in costuming. some Bozos lasted longer than the rest- the Brazilian Bozo notably lasted until the early 2010s. but of course, along with the death of the clown as a cultural that started around the 80s, Bozos started falling off the air left and right.

i, Known Clown Appreciator, am genuinely happy that david is wanting to help rehabilitate the clown to a new generation of potential New Clown Appreciators. and i'm not saying he has to, but i am saying i think the world could really use a Spider-Verse style Bozostravaganza of a movie. i think the people are ready and willing to get sillay

#cmon david lets go lets rehab these freaking clowns #clown #clowns #clownblr #history #clown posting #kenposting

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cheiyunn · 3 months

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Kimisute main story [０部 ] Part 1

Side:Argonavis

Ren: (The stage I saw has a kid…)

Ren: (Even now I’m still searching for the answer to the feeling that remained in my heart)

Ren: (and now…)

Ren: (I’m now singing, to chase after that feeling I felt that day)

Audience: Wa—!

Ren: Everyone, thank you! We’re Argonavis!

[Backstage]

Yuto: Good work! Everyone was super pumped up!

Banri: Yeah! It even felt better than what we did in rehearsal!

Wataru: We hit it off really well today. Even the audience was on the same wavelength with the excitement

Rio: Yup. It was just as fun for me too

Ren: …it was amazing

Ren: Yuto’s guitar, Wataru’s base, Rio’s keyboard, Banri’s drumming…

Ren: It felt like everyone’s music was pulling me along with them

Banri: What are you saying Ren-kun! It's definitely the opposite!

Ren: Huh..?

Yuto: Thats right Ren! It was because your singing was so on point that it drew everyone along and hyped us up!

Ren: Is, is that so..?

Rio: Goryo and Shiroishi hit the bullseye. When you started singing, it felt like we were all drawn in all at once, especially today

Wataru: Yeah, it was so good

Ren: …ah, when you say all that its kind of embarrassing… but, I’m really happy you say so

Ren: It felt like we were making music alongside lots of people in the crowd... It was really fun

Wataru: Finally joining a label and performing our first live show, I was kinda worried what would happen but…

Yuto: To be able to participate in a fes sponsored by our label alongside a famous senior band whose popularity makes us shrink in comparison…

Yuto: Yeah at first I was scared, but without a doubt we pulled it off!

Banri: True true. In terms of crowd hype, don’tcha think there wasn’t much of a difference

Banri: To be able to hype up the crowd to the level of our seniors, I’d say is a pretty proud feat!

Rio: I do feel that it's also due to the overall flow as well..

Banri: Don’t go saying stuff that puts us down Rio-kun!

Wataru: Well, I understand what Kikyo’s getting at too

Ren: The others’ performance was also amazing… Even now, I can still vividly feel their sound in resonating within me

???: You guy’s sound was also the kind to resonate deep in my heart y’know

Yuto: Furusawa-san!

Furusawa: I let you guys participate in this fes and believed in your abilities. Glad to see that choice wasn’t a wrong one at all

Ren: (This person here is Furusawa-san. The person that let us, Argonavis, do a major debut)

Ren: (Right now we’re affiliated with the record label he manages, Apollo records, and continue our band activities there)

Wataru: Thank you so much for granting us such a precious opportunity like this

Furusawa: No no, its not something you really need to thank me for

Furusawa: I also wanted to see how far you could hold it up if you were thrown into the rings of professionals

Rio: You were testing us then

Furusawa: Yup. Did it ruffle your feathers?

Rio: No. In fact I rather feel honored

Banri: Yeah. It goes to show much you anticipate from us after all!

Furusawa: Ahahaha! Yeah indeed! And to boot, you guys showed me results far more than I ever expected!

Wataru: Results… ?

Furusawa: You haven’t seen it yet?

Furusawa: In perfectly during the interval times. Go look up the fes on your SNS.

Banri: Oh! Our name is coming up alot!

Yuto: You’re right… Compared to our previous lives, there’s so much more …

Furusawa: Hey Ren

Ren: ! Y-Yes…!

Furusawa: Its always been like that but today. Today’s singing had a feeling of weight and depth that deeply touched my heart. It was amazing

Ren: Ah… thank you very much!

Furusawa: The 4 of you’s power in your performances warmly wrapped around Ren’s voice and embellished it

Furusawa: Yuto, you really found some really good band members!

Yuto: Yup!

Furusawa: I’m looking forward to your activities from now on

Furusawa: Oh right, after the fes, could you guys stay back for a bit? There’s something I need to discuss

Yuto: Roger that. We’ll be waiting in the backstage area so if anything happens just pop in!

Yuto: We’ll continue to do our best. We look forward to your support!

The other four: We’re looking forward to your support!

#fromargonavis #argonavis

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callsign-dexter · 10 months

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Always With You

Request: Hi

i was wondering if i could plz request a mav x daughter reader

maybe mav finds out his daughter has separation anxiety or just really doesn't like it when she can't put eyes on him. like Iceman and mav are talking about her "symptoms" and Ice points out the possibility. So mav has to find a way to reassure his kid that he isn't going anywhere and that he won't leave her.

I know this can be a touchy topic and if you state somewhere that you don't write for it than i apologize i don't want to make you uncomfortable so please only do what you are comfortable with

<3 much love and i hope you have a wonderful day

Pairings: Maverick x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, separation anxiety

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Y/N wasn't a clingy person, to say the least. She had always been a very independent person. She didn't start being clingy until her, dad, Maverick, and Goose were in an accident, 10 years after the first one, and she came to the hospital with Carole to be with them. From there on she would not let Maverick out of her sight. When the first accident happened she didn't think anything of it since she was too young to know. It came full force when the second accident happened and she was 12 years old. She would be fine at school since she had distractions but once she saw her dad or in his presence she was not leaving the room.

Maverick never really caught on to this since he was still young himself and not very observant of emotions. He was enjoying having her practically clinging to him but couldn't see it was a problem that is until Ice brought it up but he just brushed it off. Ice picked up on the behavior almost immediately because he was observant of emotions and he absorbed loved that little girl, even if she was a Mitchell. Ice first noticed it when he was left in the room with her and Maverick had walked out to take a phone call and see freaked out. He tried to tell her that he was coming back in just a few minutes but she was not having it. She wouldn't settle until she had set her eyes on her father.

It was during work and when everyone was at lunch when Ice decided to bring his concerns up to the father of the little girl. He thought it was safe do so since it was just him, Slider, Maverick, and Goose. He didn't know how to bring it up the father but figured he would just cut to the chase. After Maverick and Goose brought Ice and Slider home they all became friends but still liked to pick one another. So, he made sure nobody was around.

"Is everything going ok with Y/N?" Ice asked out of blue. It stunned both the pilot and the RIO. Ice waited patiently.

"Yea, everything is going great with her. She's doing well in school and during well in her sports. She's happy as can be." Maverick told his wingman before he took a bite of his lunch. He swallowed "Why do you ask?" Maverick asked him.

"I've noticed some things going on with her especially when you're not around. I think she has separation anxiety. She's showing symptoms of it." Ice said and took a sip of his drink before he could speak up again Goose spoke up.

"Now that Ice said something. I've noticed it to." He said and this caused a confused look to come across the young pilot's face. Slider nodded in agreement.

"What do you mean?" Maverick asked honestly since he doesn't see what they're seeing. She has always been happy around him and hasn't show any distress.

"Whenever you're not around she almost goes into panic mode. She begins to frequently look around and starts to get fidgety. She basically shuts down. She also asks where you were." Ice said completely abandoning his lunch along with Slider, Maverick, and Goose.

"How come I've never noticed it?" Maverick asked to nobody in particular but Slider answered it.

"It's probably because she doesn't want you to see it and she drops it and relaxes when she is in your presence again." Slider said and everyone was quiet.

"What should I do about it?" Maverick asked now concerned for his little girl. He had completely lost his appetite. He looked at his friends with pleading eyes.

"I would first talk to her about it and reassure her that you won't be going anywhere and that you're safe with us. If she needs to, she can come to any of us at anytime. She has everyone's numbers. I would also maybe talk about getting her in therapy." Slider spoke up and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Ok, I guess that would be a start." Maverick said

"It's a good start." Goose said slapped his friend's back. Another conversation was started and lunches were resumed except Maverick. He wasn't listening to anything and he didn't want to eat. The day went through like normal, thankfully they were done flying for the day. The day ended and everyone went home.

Maverick headed to Y/N school since it didn't let you for another 10 minutes. He needed to see this for himself so he parked in the parking lot with the other parents. When the doors opened he got out and walked up to the front stairs. He got many stares from the parents and some even flirted with him, how could they not? He was in his khaki uniform and he had that charming smile. He wasn't really paying attention and any flirting her politely turned down. He was just waiting for his little girl and when he found her with Bradley, they usually walked home but he decided to pick them up and he also let Goose and Carole know, he also wanted to watch her movements. The movements were jerky and she was looking around she seemed tense. She also wasn't smiling and if she did it didn't go to her eyes.

When she noticed her father standing at the steps all of those movements, tense shoulders, and nervous looking around stopped and she smiled and it reached her eyes. Maverick knew what Ice, Slider, and Goose were talking about. She and Bradley reached Maverick and smiled. "Hey, Dad what are you doing here?" Y/N asked and he smiled and hugged her and let go.

"Hey Maverick." Bradley said and gave him hug and then let him go.

"Hey guys. To answer your question, I figured I would pick you up today since we got done with teaching and flying. Goose and Carole already know I'm driving you home." Maverick said and not telling them the truth. He wanted to talk to his daughter privately. They turned and they walked to Maverick's 1998 Ford Explorer. They all got in and Maverick started the ignition and started towards their homes. Maverick dropped Bradley off and noticed that The Bronco was in the drive so he knew Goose was home.

Once Maverick and Y/N arrived home he put the car into park and shut the engine off and they got out. Maverick noticed that she was sticking to his side and would not move from him, even when they got into the house. She dropped her back at the front door and they each took off their shoes. It was silent and Maverick decided to break that silence. "How was your day, sweetheart?" He asked and she smiled at him when she stood up from her bent over position.

"It was good! Nothing really exciting as usual." She said with a chuckle, which Maverick loved hearing.

"That's good! I'm surprised they don't have you practicing today." He said to her.

"They said it was way too hot and they would postpone it for Saturday morning when it's cooler out." She replied and nodded in understanding and was glad the school was looking after the kids.

"I'm gonna go and change and then get supper started. Sound good?" Maverick asked his daughter and he saw her smile drop but then quickly put it back up.

"Um yea. Sure. Sounds good." She said nervously. He nodded and walked away towards his room and once he got there his smile dropped, why didn't his little girl speak to him about it? He had just put on sweatpants and was taking his shirt off when she walked into the room and sat on his bed. He turned around to face her.

"Everything alright?" He asked her and she nodded. She had changed into something more comfortable. He put on a T-shirt and a hoodie and went and sat down on the bed next to her and she turned towards him.

"Yea of course!" She exclaimed to her father and he knew it was time to talk to her about it.

"Sweetheart you know you can come to me about anything right?" He asked her and she nodded "Uncle Ice brought something up to me when we were at lunch and it was about you. He thinks that you have separation anxiety." Her smile dropped. He took that as a sign to continue "He told me that you're not around me and that you almost go into panic mode. He said that you begin to frequently look around and start to get fidgety. He also told me that you shut down and that you ask where I'm at. Goose and Slider have also noticed it as well." He said what Ice told him and what he say and she was silently looking down. "I also noticed when I was waiting for you at school. Talk to me, Sweetheart." He said and lifted her chin seeing tear tracks.

"He right. I'm sorry for not talking to you about it. You had a lot on your plate with teaching and just your job in general." Y/N started "It started after your accident that Goose and you had. Carole brought Bradley and I to the hospital to see you guys. Seeing you like that made me realize that I could lose you. I figured that if I'm with you at all times you wouldn't go anywhere. That I wouldn't lose you. I don't want to lose you, Dad." She sobbed out and he hugged her.

"Oh, sweetheart. Everything is ok and I'm ok. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. If you feel like this anytime I'm not around you can call me and if I don't answer then you have Ice's, Slider's, and Goose's numbers and you can call them anytime because I'm usually with them. If you want I can get you an appointment with the on-base therapist and you can talk to them any time. They know how to deal with these situations and teach you some tricks." Maverick told her as he pulled away from her.

Y/N nodded. "I think that's a good idea." She said. Maverick hugged his daughter again.

"I love you, you know that right?" He asked her into her hair and he felt her nod.

"Yes I do and I love you too." She said and pulling away and smiling at her father while sniffling. Her smiling made him smile.

"I'm not going anywhere. Now let's go get dinner cooking." Maverick said and she nodded I'm agreement as both of their stomachs growled and that made them laugh.

They got off the bed and headed downstairs towards the kitchen. Where they started making dinner together and joking around. Y/N just had to be reassured that her father wasn't going anywhere and now that she knew that she could rest easier. She was definitely going to take up the offer of seeing the base therapist. Everything was going to be alright.

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atthebell · 4 months

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Hey i saw your post about the translator and pacs accent from yesterday and thought i would throw in my two cents as a brasillian, though im merelly a hobbyist linguist and havent a degree in it like you so take this with a grain of salt please.

First of you are absolutelly right about pacs time in canada not really affecting how he sounds, i watched tazercrafts content for years and the accent is the same. As you said pac has not been through language loss or anything like that, so much so that he still has a pretty strong brasillian accent when he speaks english and that before joining the qsmp his fluency level was still a little clunky.

I also agree with you that the reason the translator has a hard time with pac/mike/forevers accents is the training data, which is likely composed of mostly paulista accents.

Now heres where i can add smth, so, idk about the UN thing that you mentioned, but as you said a lot a lot of tradicional brasillian media is filmed in rio. So why isnt there much carioca training data? Well, its probably because most of that media is most likely professionally produced for tv, and most of the people who work in entertainment or news (or politics in regards to the UN training data) actually learn how to speak with a "neutral" accent, which is basically just a paulista accent but slower. With very enunciated words and little to no maneirisms (thats why the translator sometimes gets confused with some slang or repetitions cellbit or bagi say even if they sound paulistas). Idk why that is the established neutral accent, but it sort of is.

The stereotype is basically: paulista – as long as you dont use too much slang – makes you sound professional, carioca makes you sound like you like to party, gaucho makes you sound like a bit of farmer, bahiano makes you sound very chiillllllllll (think surfer dude chad type of chill), nordestino makes you sound straight to the point (but also some people think it sounds simple-minded and poor, i personally dont see it but its a think that enough people think that rich people from that region learn to speak like paulistas/teach their children to speak like paulistas), and honestly i dont know what a northern accent sounds like bc they have so little coverage in media. So yeah, i hope this bring some insight, idk why i wrote this i guess i just wanted to share

thank you for your insight! also i don't have a degree in linguistics, for clarity, but i took classes in undergrad and it's a big area of interest for me personally.

good to know i was right about the canada thing! i feel like that's kind of a piece of language misinfo that people talk about a lot and i wanted to clear it up generally along with the fact that it doesn't apply for pac specifically.

and the stuff about media & the paulista accent is super interesting! that's kind of similar to the accent many broadcast news anchors use in the US, which is a kind of general american accent that is meant to not alienate viewers from across the US rather than having a more regional accents (mental floss & insider articles about said "broadcast voice"). i think that being the case for brazilian media makes a lot of sense! my understanding is this is the case in many countries, so if training data was based on traditional media like tv and movies, it would make sense that it would be less able to understand other accents & various types of slang.

thank you for the accents breakdown! it's always cool to learn about regional differences and how they impact social & media settings.

#asks #anons #linguistics talk #super interesting ty for sharing!!!

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animehusbandharem · 6 months

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I’m curious of other’s opinions on this: out of all the suitors, who is the most believable and least believable for “Belle” to actually fall in love with? Basically, how realistic would it actually be for her to fall in love with one of them?

I based my rankings based off a mix of Belle’s personality and the actual story and how it plays out - i tried to be as least biased as i possibly could lol

My ranking would be:

1. Leon: i picked Leon as most believable because of how quickly she warmed up to him and how compatible their communication styles are. They’re honestly almost too perfect that it makes me wanna gag (sorry Leon lovers lol)

2. Keith: He comes in 2nd similarly to Leon, the nice Keith and Belle get along so well and it seems like she has a soft spot for him from the get-go. It’s believable to me also because of how his story was written and i could definitely see MC ending up with him.

3. Rio: The boy next door has to be believable. Poor Rio lol. I put him 3rd because she has to get past seeing him as a friend which is a small obstacle, but it is totally believable because theyre already super close and it would make sense.

4. Chevalier: the “true” route. I love their story, and given their personalities, i think it was very well written for both of them to compliment each other. They have just enough in common to keep the stability, but also love languages to help learned and keep the spark alive.

5. Gilbert: the “bad boy”. He is believable to me because the slow progression makes sense, and you can see how both of them compliment each other and pique their interest of the other as well. It seems like a natural progression, and it’s one that we can see coming.

6. Clavis: the class clown. One of my favorite routes 🥰. I think the dynamic between Belle and Clavis are so quirky, that it works. It makes sense once she learns more about Clavis that she would fall for him.

7. Licht: Sweet emo baby. My first love. I put him lower on the list because he’s harder to actually get to know, so the likelihood of her truly being interested in him at first is likely low, but once she finds out he’s a sweet baby - she will be smitten and will fall.

8. Sariel: Daddy issues. I actually really like his route and i genuinely believe this could happen, the only reason hes lower on the list is because i think it would be less likely that Belle would sacrifice her “professionalism” but i do still think it’s a believable story!

9. Silvio: Loveable asshole. Okay, listen - i’m sorry Silvio stans… i ranked Silvio lower because it would take a lot longer for her to warm up to him… especially the way he talks to her - and quite frankly, with all the other options around, why would she fall for him when theres so many other princes?? BUT… i do think his route is very believable for what it is and i did enjoy it personally

10. Nokto: emo playboy. Let’s be real, she would be so turned off by his bullshit, i find it hard to believe she would even think twice about wanting to get to know him. When she does, i don’t think she would want to be more than friends.

11. Luke: Baby bear. I cant picture them together because of how young he seems honestly 😣

12. Jin: Titty idiot. His route felt so wrong and weird to me… it felt forced and awkward. This just doesn’t feel like a good match and it doesn’t seem like a natural progression to me. He doesn’t have much of a personality, and they both just don’t seem to fit

13. Yves: Baby girl. I cant take him seriously as a lover when even the game suggested that Belle questioned he may be queer. (Nothing wrong with this at all, just doesnt fit the narrative they are selling). I LOVE YVES and everyone needs one in their life, but he’s not believable as a lover… and we all know why 🙃

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen series #ikemen ouji #ikepri thoughts

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ragecndybars · 1 year

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Persona 3 characters who do not interact but i think would have very fun and interesting dynamics if they did:

Minato + Rio. autism gang. both of them are bad with relationships/social cues, so people can think of them as rude, but they're just blunt and say what they mean, so they would get along swimmingly. they also both have dry senses of humor and would tease each other a lot i think. also Rio would call Minato out for being a bit of a pushover, and Minato would be able to tell Rio when she's being a little pushy without being an ass about it. it's a mutually beneficial relationship. even when they aren't both just complaining about weird social conventions.

Shinjiro + Chihiro. i've said before that i think Shinji doesn't end up graduating for two more years, which puts him in the same class as Chihiro. they would never interact under normal circumstances but he's a renowned delinquent and she's student council president so like. i feel like Chihiro keeps approaching him, sometimes to call him out for skipping, sometimes to offer help and such. he assumes Mitsuru put her up to it, but really she just has a strong sense of duty as student council president, even if she's also kind of scared of him at first. and after a few months of pestering, he finally has to admit to himself that he's kind of fond of her and genuinely respects her, whereas she has no trouble admitting that she's come to care about him as a friend, not just a random classmate, and also his dry remarks crack her up

Junpei + Maiko. honestly I want to see everyone interact with Maiko because she's perfect in every way, but i think Junpei in particular would get along great with her. he can't calm her down, but he can definitely cheer her up. he's good at indulging her without seeming put-upon. meanwhile, Maiko genuinely thinks he's cool, which does wonders for his ego. and as much as people might think otherwise, Junpei could really REALLY use an ego boost. having someone just like him and rely on him like a big brother would genuinely be great for him.

Theodore + Akinari. i genuinely think that i'm not capable of summarizing the incredible, life-altering conversation that they would have. give them sixty minutes on a bench together and they will uncover philosophical truths not even God understands.

Saori + Yukari. my ideas for their friendship are kind of incomprehensible but basically: both feel very isolated from their peers for different reasons, which leads to them acting somewhat distant and aloof. in Yukari's case, she has trouble relating to peoples' petty problems. this is both an issue of trauma and in my opinion some sense of judgment/superiority that Yukari feels. Saori, on the other hand, struggles to relate to other students because of her age, past, and upbringing. again, an issue of trauma compounded by her handling of the situation (where her becoming passive and something of a pushover just opens her up to harassment). but even though they're similar, Yukari is extremely popular and well-liked at Gekkoukan, whereas Saori is bullied to the extent that she can't even attend the Kyoto school trip. i think they wouldn't interact organically, but if they were to, they would clash at first. Yukari would be annoyed by Saori's passive attitude, whereas Saori would feel unfairly judged by her (and also somewhat jealous that Yukari is liked while she's bullied). but, at the same time, they could easily grow to understand each other, not just because of the surface level similarity of their situations, but because they both just feel disconnected from their peers and only really want to be treated well and have friends they can relate to. also, while i think Yukari might act judgmental of Saori, i also think she would stand up for Saori instantly the same way FeMC does, and would genuinely encourage Saori to do the same. and i think Saori could honestly be a mature and level-headed friend for Yukari who is able to have serious conversations with her beyond the petty conversations that she feels restricted to with other students. even if that includes telling Yukari that she's being a little judgmental. (yukari haters don't touch this post btw i will block on sight)

oops. babbled about saori-yukari friendship too long. my b. moving on.

FeMC + Kazushi. first of all they would get up to lots of shenanigans together. Kaz is a little gullible and Kotone would mess with him a lot, but they would also egg each other on in stupid fun dares, and they would be those friends who always have each others backs, y'know? on a more serious note, i think FeMC would be able to gently convince Kazushi to look after his own health first and foremost, without enabling him, in a way Minato lacks the delicate social touch for. and i also think Kaz would be a genuinely grounding presence for Kotone (because she sometimes needs someone there to say, uh, hey, hold on, i know it's all fun and games and stuff, but isn't the thing youre about to do like actually completely stupid).

Akihiko + Ryoji. yes yes hot springs escape scene, but genuinely think about it. Akihiko, in many ways, is the character who most strongly thematically represents stubborn resistance against death. his parents die, his sister dies, so he commits himself to becoming strong so that it will never happen again. but, of course, it's an impossible goal. people will always die. it doesn't matter how strong he becomes; that will never change. but he still finds his purpose in being a protector; he still finds meaning in this eternal, futile struggle. Ryoji is, at once, the very thing that Akihiko is so determined to stand against -- and he is also the only one who cannot fight. he is surrender. he has no choice but to surrender, since he will become the very thing that he wants to stop. and he encourages the others to give up as well, because he feels that a quiet death is the best that he can offer them. even when he tells he others how to fight back against Nyx, he himself simply wanders passively off to become Nyx. because he has no choice. in this, he and Akihiko are diametrically opposed. don't you want to see those two viewpoints, both from truly kind and empathetic people who want to protect others, clash? also Ryoji gives Akihiko very bad dating advice which Akihiko takes at face value and hijinks ensue. boom, gottem.

this kind of took a turn but hold on one more

Chidori + Mitsuru. superficially similar. red-eyed red-haired young women given powers and therefore responsibilities far beyond their age. but Mitsuru fully (and overzealously) embraced her newfound responsibilities while Chidori instead embraced apathy. Chidori is nihilistic and doesn't seem to form or even understand attachments to others, at least not easily, and doesn't seem to have much of a sense of duty or ethics, not even understanding others who do. all understandable, given her past and upbringing, mind you. Mitsuru, on the other hand, is first and foremost an optimist. she declares that there *must* be a way to make things right, and she decides it's her responsibility to do so, and forms a protective sort of bond with all the other members of SEES and a strong code of ethics. but in the end, both are very detached and isolated people who feel singled out due to their abilities and childhoods, and i think they could find companionship and understanding, and perhaps a broadening of their own horizons, in each other.

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A long time ago @nebulouscoffee asked me to write the DVD commentary of “Best Left” (which is a Raffi/Seven/B'Elanna fic set between Picard S1 and 2) and now I'm finally doing that.

This is inevitably going to get long because the fic itself is much longer than anything else I've ever posted, and I still have so many feelings for a story I put a lot of effort and heart into! But first things first, here's chapter one.

Cris, I know you’re really busy these days on the Stargazer, so I’ll keep this short.

As I was coming up with ideas for “Best Left”, my main goal was to have Raffi (which I knew would be the POV character) in a very different place than where we see her first on Star Trek: Picard. I wanted her, by this point established, long-distance relationship with Seven be a part of the network in which Raffi is now deeply enmeshed (ie La Sirena's crew). That said though, both canon events (by this time Rios has been made captain) and my plot ideas were not very accommodating of having literally everyone on board the ship. It would've been too unwieldy for a project that was already shaping up to be very ambitious for my standards. But while Jurati and Picard's absence is, I think, not that big of a deal, I still very much wanted to underline Raffi and Cris' friendship, which I think is essential in order to understand Raffi and one of the few relationships she's had that didn't go sour on her. I obviated to his physical absence with both real and imaginary correspondence, from which Raffi could draw strength in difficult moments. The fic both begins and closes with Raffi writing a message to him.

Raffi hits send on the message and looks up only to find Elnor at her side, looking just as morose as he’d been a few days earlier, when she’d told him first about the road trip idea. She sighs internally; the queue to transporter hub number four advances. It’s a busy day on the new Betazed spacedock, but luckily no one among the crowd seems the wiser to a Romulan young adult carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He holds the straps of his bag and his staff with a white-knuckle grip. Raffi hooks her left arm into the crook of Elnor’s right. “What’s the matter?”

Rereading this I remembered how fun it was to write Raffi and Elnor interact. My intention here (and throughout the fic) was to have Raffi obviously care for him while also not losing her somewhat world-weary attitude because of her affection. Raffi is still a woman who analyzes everything around her, and acts accordingly—not to mention all the unacknowledged guilt she carries wrt her son Gabe. I didn't want to have Raffi be straightforwardly ‘maternal’, it didn't feel right and I think older women in fiction should be allowed to have mixed feelings about this role more often. Plus, like Raffi herself realizes later in the fic, Elnor has already had plenty of other women bossing him around all his life, he doesn't need one more.

Soji is at the navigation console, smiling and waving a little awkwardly. And finally, Seven watching them from the captain’s chair, which she occupies with ease, leaning on one armrest. The very image of the roguish pirate captain; Cris wishes he could pull it off this well. “Welcome aboard,” Seven says, the hint of a smirk on her lips, as if she’d just heard every single one of Raffi’s thoughts.

I honestly think Raffi is constantly roasting Cris in her head. Also when rereading I was surprised about this reprise of the idea of mind-reading from the previous dialogue between Raffi and Elnor, that was cool and I can't remember if I even wrote it entirely on purpose. In any case, I wanted to have both Soji and Elnor along for this story because (1) they could offer an interesting outsider perspective on the older women drama about to unfold and (2) I wanted to have them interact with each other and have an adventure that had nothing to do with their specific backstories. Writing Soji in this story was so much fun! It was a nice challenge to balance her characterization between the right amounts of deadpan honesty and genuine care, and making it obvious that she's still figuring out how she wants to live her life.

“I don’t think Cris would forgive me if I tried to take La Sirena into another Borg transwarp conduit,” Soji says. “And honestly I’m not sure the ship can take it.” “It wasn’t particularly pleasant on a Borg cube either,” Seven adds. “As I’m sure Elnor remembers.” “Crashing on the surface was worse,” he replies, and some of the gloom lifts from his face. The effect Seven has on people sometimes—but Raffi should be the last to judge, shouldn’t she? It’s not as if seeing Seven again, sitting on that chair so lazily and yet still projecting intent, isn’t reminding Raffi of the few weeks they’d spent on board La Sirena before. But it’s probably best if she revisits that particular recap reel in private.

I based this little Seven-Elnor interaction from my own feelings about my Cool Aunt, which I think are fitting lmao (ie especially as kid, if she was speaking to me I would immediately feel better no matter what)

Also while rereading I was like, damn I made this first half of the chapter so horny... but I've been in a ldr myself and this is pretty true to my own experience. Reuniting always means a mixture of attraction and awkwardness, and it's what I wanted to convey about Raffi and Seven here, especially since they both have a hard time trusting in people or believing that they're capable of being around people without fucking it up. The following misunderstanding about room assignments is part of this pattern.

She’s re-learning restraint, in the hardest way possible, in other facets of her life.

So here comes the part of this fic I agonized over the most... Raffi's history of substance abuse and her current commitment to sobriety. I thought the latter is what fit better with Raffi's actions on the second half of S1 (ie locking herself out of the replicator) and some scenes of S2—imho those are clues that she (wants to) simply quit. Now, a commitment to complete sobriety (including weed snakeleaf, like in a 12-step program) is not necessarily an effective way to treat addiction long term—actually quite the opposite, from what I could learn from the research I did, even if still the most popular recommended form of treatment today. I'm not entirely sure it would be at all recommended in the 24th century. So how to reconcile this with the hints about Raffi quitting cold-turkey? Is it even something I would want to depict in a good light? What I eventually tried to do is treat the matter strictly from a character perspective. I hinted that Raffi is seeing a counselor, and now feeling part of a network of people, and is now restored to her place in society via Starfleet (from her perspective). Sobriety is something she thinks she should do and can do now, so that's what Raffi did; it's all part of her wider commitment to live a different life. If this also has a whiff of self-punishment... I don't think you'd be entirely wrong. I tried to hint that Raffi has her own thoughts on her addiction but I don't necessarily share them myself (see the disclaimer on top of chapter 4), and those thoughts might be another way in which she's denying herself (because no one else grants it to her either) the compassion I think she deserves. It's a really complex topic and I don't know if I did it justice here. I welcome feedback if you have any.

She’d thought she’d lost any interest in making out, over the years—she was surprised to find out how much Seven enjoys it, and how much of that enjoyment is infectious.

I have this headcanon that Seven really enjoys making out (it's appeared in other fic of mine too, eg “Doing the Unstuck”) and her partners never expect this of her. I think I like the idea that Seven's approach to sex and intimacy is still about the sudden thrill of closeness she displayed when she twirled Chakotay around in order to kiss him lol. I especially like the idea it's one of the things about Seven that's not changed despite all that happened to her since said kiss, and that she could bring Raffi to enjoy making out again as well.

It’s still the same suitcase-shaped contraption that she cobbled together months earlier with Borg parts from the Artifact, as far as Raffi can tell. Some other parts Seven had replicated on La Sirena, and then had proceeded to build the device with surprising ease. She’d explained that it was a modular design she and other friends had come up with over the years. It hadn’t been the first time she’d found herself needing a regenerator without having one handy. Raffi had admired her resourcefulness then, and still does now.

I ranted a lot about Seven's regeneration last summer, and all my thoughts and headcanons ended up in this fic. Regeneration for Seven is now a bit different than what it used to be on Voyager; still a necessity but quicker, and something that doesn't tie her down to bulky machinery any longer. Something that ultimately Seven has more control over. However, it's also a necessity that now needs to be articulated explicitly to the people she's close to, and that other people have to learn to take into account about her. I also wanted Seven to determine clear boundaries around regeneration—eg, here she doesn't want other people around when she regenerates—but boundaries that she is still constantly renegotiating, as it happens in chapter two when she invites Raffi to stay. Seven isn't used to be around people much anymore, so she's still adapting to new realities (like her relationship with Raffi) and rethinking what is comfortable for her.

“I hope your other stops were less frustrating than Trill,” Raffi offers, making her presence known. Soji looks up at her, and her face breaks into a smile. “Oh hey, I didn’t realize you were here, Raffi. But yes, I can honestly say it was the worst one so far. I think, and Agnes agrees, that their academic institutions really opposed the lifting of the synth ban for some reason.”

This little piece of Trill worldbuilding came to be because in “Second Self” Una McCormack wrote that Raffi has taken part in the zhian'tara of a colleague. Which is absolutely bonkers to me!! I couldn't help myself and expand on it a bit, all the while maintaining my stance on Trill being very conservative when it comes to decide on people's personhood. I know it's maybe controversial but I really don't think Trill institutions are that enlightened on the topic. They might think they are, but in presence of someone like Soji the appearance would crumble immediately. I honestly loved revisiting my Trill feelings through Raffi and Soji, I haven't written Dax fic in a very long time, so this was a nice way for me to scratch that itch.

Raffi crosses her legs, raises an eyebrow. She’s reminded all too well of when Soji had first come aboard, the confusion of a young woman whose entire life as she knew it had been a deception. She can recall how Soji described her relationship with Narek, and how Raffi had been the one to name his behavior for what it was. Maybe some pointing out of the obvious is needed here too.

This is one of the things that caught my attention the most when I rewatched S1—Raffi has been looking out for Soji practically from the start, calling out Narek's presence for what it was (abusive). I wanted to let Raffi speak her mind here as well, about the kind of interactions Soji has had while on tour.

A scratchy, stuttering audio signal starts playing from La Sirena’s bridge speakers. ‘—damage. Propulsion systems offline. Atmospheric controls—’ More digital artifacting of the signal. ‘—predict where the subspace eddies will take the ship. I don’t know how long I still have—’ The audio signal cuts off, then the message repeats once again. ‘—damage. Propulsion systems offline. Atmospheric controls—’ “I think that’s all of it,” Soji says, soberly. “Damn,” Raffi says, at a loss. “She’s dying, if not already dead,” Elnor says, voicing what everyone is thinking. He turns to Raffi. “What do we do?”

When she read this chapter, my partner asked me about the use of pronouns for the yet unknown person in distress—here Elnor assumes it's a she, while Raffi and Soji don't. It was actually on purpose, I wanted to hint at the fact that Elnor's default assumption is that the people that do stuff out there in space are women because the Qowat Milat usually speaks in these terms as well. Maybe it's silly, I don't know, but I wrote it in anyway as a subtle wordlbuilding detail. Maybe too subtle if it leads to pronoun confusion.

“I’m not sure I could live with myself if we didn’t try to save the crew of that ship. There’s a chance they might still be alive.” “Then let’s do it,” Raffi says with a curt nod. “You’re in command of La Sirena now.”

In the rescue scene I tried very hard to let Raffi do tactical evaluation in a way that didn't come off as callous as it sometimes does for Worf on TNG or Tuvok on Voyager—she's honestly trying to give Soji, now in command, a good overview of the situation.

Raffi takes a long look at Elnor, and to his credit he looks genuinely curious, hands folded together, leaning with his elbows on his knees. She knows better than to doubt his intentions, but—when he wants, he knows exactly when and how to ask one of his blunt questions for maximum effect, doesn’t he? In this case, distraction. She idly wonders if this is a skill that everyone in the Qowat Milat picks up, along with the assassin training. Using the truth as a finely honed blade, rather than the cudgel it’s always reminded her of.

That the absolute candor tenet of the Qowat Milat may be used in more than one way and for more than one goal is something I already written about before (ie in “Policy of Truth”). I think Raffi has her own different ideas about telling the truth because she's trained in intelligence gathering and also because pursuing the truth has always been painful for her—see her quest to find out who was behind the Mars attack. So here she's surprised to find out that Elnor's honesty is not at all a weakness, which she's assumed so far, but rather a very well-honed skill.

“It is the ship we’re looking for,” Soji confirms, going through the readings with, once again, an ease that belies her actual experiences. “It is still transmitting the distress call, though it’s extremely garbled. The hull is pressurized, somehow, at least partially. Life signs—one, I think. Humanoid. Very faint” She looks at Raffi, eyes wide, and Raffi braces herself. “We have to beam them over. The subspace tug might breach the hull at any time. I know that we have no idea who we’ll find, but they’re dying.” Goddammit. They really should’ve woken Seven up before getting here. Then again, at this point it’s probably best to ask for forgiveness than permission. If they’re all still alive to do so. But they will; a boy assassin, an android with super strength, and Raffi. Risk assessment used to be her job in Starfleet, long ago.

I still really like Raffi thinking 'oh well, too late to go back now, but at least I have backup'. I thought about her characterization a lot while writing this fic, and tried to convey her dry humor at best I can. She's really funny in canon! I really enjoyed writing her constant quips, even if they're just in her head.

Down the stairs, she hears Emil grumble. “I can’t deliver proper emergency care if you rush me.” “You’ll replicate what you need, as you need it,” Soji retorts impatiently. “Just initiate the transport.”

All EMHs are the same.

She’s older now, and out of uniform, looking much worse for wear after what she just went through. But there’d been a time more than twenty years prior when her face had been on every Federation newsfeed, along with the rest of the crew of the USS Voyager. “You know her?” Raffi turns to Soji, frozen in bemusement beside Emil. “I’ve never met her but yes, I know who she is,” Raffi says. “You two stay here and keep an eye on things. Seven needs to see this.”

I really like the way this chapter ends (so much so that it's the quote I chose for the fic summary on AO3). I thought about the idea of generational difference a lot when coming up with this fic, and how Raffi has witnessed so many momentous events, like the return of Voyager, that Elnor and even Soji really have no context for. It's an interesting aspect of having older characters that weren't around in previous shows, and an opportunity for a different perspective that unfortunately I think Star Trek: Picard squandered completely (Una McCormack was more attentive in her novels, luckily). Regardless, Raffi's experience turns out to be an asset more than once in this fic—no one aboard La Sirena at this point is as intimately aware of the events of the Dominion War as she is.

#i did this before but i forgot how i tagged it rip #fic commentary #<- this was the right tag

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ctheathy · 7 months

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Heads or Tails for Granted

Rio Ranger x Reader

NSFW Oneshot

The Dress-up Doll; one, if not the single character with the most pent up anger, jealousy and frustrations. But you give him a way or two for all that tension to be pleasantly released. And for being a violent sadist, he's surprisingly obedient and sensitive towards it...

Edit: I'm probably gonna adjust and edit this fic when I gain the motivation for it. It feels incredibly unfinished in my opinion and I internally cringe every time at how fast it gets intimate. Plus, Ranger would never give in that fast, so that's another something I don't really like about it. I believe the main problem is that I wrote the smut before actually thinking of a scenario that led to it, so I just rushed the first part to get it over with. Learning from that mistake, that's for sure.

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

This is a smut fic, read at own risk. dom!Reader+sub!Ranger

“So you're telling me you want my bottled up anger to be set free?” The doll spoke in a bitter tone as he raised an eyebrow, his face card expressing one of anger while his bright orange eyes were as cold and emotionless as usual. You two were currently sitting in your assigned room as you left a very directed message for him; which he unsurprisingly took as a challenge or another excuse to torment the participant it was from.

“I hope you understand that you're playing with fire here, bastard” he spoke coldly, sending you a death glare, but you weren't phased in the slightest. You had your one and only goal which you were going to achieve no matter the struggle.

“dangerous, you say~?” you sneakily spoke before you leaned in once more, getting in his face. Your face met the side of his neck as you came in contact with him, giving him the much needed warmth. You kissed his neck as well as nibbling at his skin, the heat of your mouth and probably saliva exposed onto his throat. Your left hand sneakily went over towards him as your stroked him on the other side of his neck with your fingertips, brushing it left and right. All while still continuing your act of leaving soft kisses and bites all over him.

“Gah...!” Even though he was made to be a doll who feels no pain and is unaffected by the cold... he was not unaffected to the heat of your tongue. He felt all the heat that you were putting on him. “W-Why you...~!!” He let out small gasps of pleasure, the feeling was beyond intense.. he loved it. Rio leaned his head to the side.. giving you more access. And as it was given, you didn't hesitate in the slightest. A small giggle leaving your throat and onto his skin which made him shiver slightly. More of your mouth met his neck, but you made sure to remain gentle. Along with softly sucking on his most sensitive spots, your mouth doing most of the job for you. your hands went over to his back, drawing circles onto his upper back with your fingertips. He let out a loud moan before grabbing onto your back, wanting more of it. He leaned his head back as much as he can so that you could go as far as possible.

The feeling was overwhelming, the pleasure was immeasurable.. he wanted to be closer to it. He felt like this was his only chance to be truly close to someone, to be happy. He didn't want it to end. He wanted more...

You stood on your tippy toes so you could move up a little, your tongue teasing him on the way there. You just continued giving him kisses that only seemed to grow more intimate as time went on. You wanted to make him feel good... your fingers caressing everywhere over his body while you continued to mercilessly pleasure him with the warmth of your teeth and tongue in his sensitive neck. The feeling was too overwhelming for him to handle it properly. He felt like his whole world was shattering. He felt every nerve in his body react to the warmth of your touch, and the heat of your mouth. He felt like he was getting his true happiness after all that pain and suffering...

Ranger started to tear up slightly, his emotions all over the place. “D-don’t you dare stop now, damn bastard...!” He was enjoying himself way too much, this feeling was heaven on earth. You decided to tease him a little further and did the exact opposite as requested, like the brat that you were. You lifted you'd mouth from his neck while walking a few circles around him. You stood behind him as your fingernails tapped again the side of his throat, teasing him further. “Rio, darling. You shouldn't muffle your noises as much~ you're too cute to not let yourself be heard, hun” you requested as you tickled your fingers from his neck to his shoulders, looking up at him with your prying eyes. And without hesitance, you met his neck once more. Sucking at it with much more force to ensure he wouldn't keep as quiet any longer, guaranteed leaving a hickey... you were marking him as you continued to leave red spots all over his neck, making sure you touched atleast every inch of it.

Rio was extremely tempted to moan, but the little tease that you had given him... it turned him on... so much. The more you teased him.. the more his body started to beg for it. He was trying to resist the urge, but he couldn't help but moan a bit loud, it felt so good. The male was moaning and breathing heavy as you left marks everywhere, he was so close to you... he wanted you to do more...

You just gave a snicker in response, sweetly nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck before you softly pushed him down onto the sheets, a small grin on your features. You put your arms behind your back. “Say, sweetie... would you like to elaborate a little~? What do you want me to do, huh? More marks? Or something more ... Intimate? You spoke with a chuckle before you walked over towards him, the noise of your steps on the floor. You leaned in and got into his face, your hand and some of your weight pushing him down into the bedsheets “Allow me to take the driving seat. I'll. Make. You. Crash.~”

Rio was completely and totally submissive to you at that point. He was at your mercy. You were in control, and you were going to make him lose his mind. His heart was beating at an unimaginable rate, but he tried keeping up a tough facade.

“You’ll meet a fate worse than death if you make me ‘crash’, I swear I will-...!”

His threat wasn't kept long as you put your finger on his lips, a soft ‘shh’ leaving your mouth. You teasingly went right down, caressing over him slowly. From his neck and chest, to his stomach and eventually meeting his thighs, along with the end of Kizuchi’s skirt he was wearing. You gave a soft pull, testing him even further with how slow you were being, snatching off the clothing from down there to leave him fully exposed. Rio choked on his breath as you kneeled between his legs. Your hot breath brushing on his sensitive areas, his particles twitching with the sensation. You glanced up at him one more time, your sweet yet darkened smile on your face, sticking out your tongue in a blep motion to make it even more tempting for his case. You took it further than he was expecting. You basically straddled him and caressed every inch of him. His heart was beating faster than ever, it felt like a tsunami of... love?

Rio's mouth was open as he let out a loud gasp of pleasure as you got even more close to his most fragile spot. He tried to resist the sheer pleasure, but it was way too strong. And it didn't take long for your tongue to come in contact, giving a lick as if he were some sort of popsicle. Just doing the bare minimum to see his reaction to it. A giggle was undoubtedly audible, and the tip of your warm tongue just kept getting in contact.

Rio was shaking in both pleasure and the nervousness of feeling powerless, but he still wanted more nonetheless. He was just way too sensitive, and you knew his spots. He leaned in close to your mouth, wanting you to go further.

“d-do it...” His voice was slightly quivering with pleasure, but there was still some dominance in the air. He wanted it to not end. You gave a wide grin and another snicker as you got even closer than before. You left slow and gentle kisses all around as Rio shivered along with it. Your hands roamed around his thighs. Right before putting just the tip in your mouth, your tongue making sure to leave no part uncovered. You massaged his upper legs with your hands, trying to ease him into it a little as his areas rested underneath your tongue, the simple warmth draining his senses.

What you were doing right now was heaven, it felt absolutely incredible, he didn't want it to end. Just the feeling of your tongue and your hands on him was just sending chills down his body. Rio was breathing heavily as his body was quaking. His mind felt like a blank canvas. It was clear. He only wanted pleasure. You leaned back your head for a bit, a sneaky smirk on your features.

“Atashi vanpaia~”

You whispered before letting out another giggle at your reference, making his jaw drop in the process. You went right back down with your mouth slowly going further this time, your eyes piercing right through his soul. Your tongue was just playing with him as this point as you moved it all around the place, allowing more of your warm saliva to get in contact. He was almost out of breath now, you were turning him into a complete mess with just your mouth alone, it felt so intense and amazing... he couldn't get enough of it.

“H-How... how are you so... so good at this..? Stupid human..." He muttered to himself. Rio was about to say something else but you suddenly went back down and all his words were lost. You tilted your head a little in response, your eyes lit up as he said that. Your features gained a teasing look as you just went further down before going up once more, creating a little rhythm as his spit covered privates were now exposed to the cold air around them, but that only made it so much better when you went back down again.

Ranger immediately shivered in cold, and then in the sensation once more. He squirmed slightly again as he felt the rush of cold air hitting his very sensitive area. It felt like you had somehow turned up the pleasure settings to a hundred. Your skills were insane... you were such an expert at this. Even though it was his first time, this was going to be perfect. Rio's mind was in a completely different world, all the pleasure that he was feeling was just way too good to be true. He could feel everything from his privates to his belly and he was shaking all over. He didn't think that this kind of pleasure was possible, but you proved him wrong in every way imaginable. He was breathing heavily, his heartbeat was going at an unfathomable rate. This was his true happiness.

Rio was completely mesmerized by your rhythm, watching your lips with fascination. No matter how much you kept going, he wouldn't get bored of it. Just the feeling of your mouth on him was just... too much to handle. He was shaking all over his body and his thoughts were all over the place. And the temperature only made it a hundred times more intense. He put a hand on the back of your head and slightly moved it downwards to encourage you, moaning loudly in the process. You were right. It felt better than any word could explain, the way the temperature shifted was like heaven for him. Everything about him felt so light and airy. He felt like he was on the best drugs that were ever made.

He was still trying to be dominant, but it was really hard to act serious when he was getting pleasured this much. Rio was shaking and breathing heavily. His heart was pounding like crazy and he was moaning more intensely at this point. He kept trying to resist but the sheer bliss and pleasure of having it done by a human was just way beyond his mind's comprehension.

He looked down at your eyes as you did your work. His breath was getting even heavier than before. He knew what the ending would be, but it felt too good for him to do anything about it. The way you continued to go up and down was driving him to insanity. He felt like he would go completely mad. Every single bit of his pleasure points were being hit perfectly. This was beyond anything he ever experienced. He was shaking so much, and his eyes were closed. His mouth was open, he was breathing heavily as if he was hyperventilating. You were just so damn amazing.

He let out a loud moan of pleasure and his body started shaking again, every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. He whined once more as he felt your fingers teasing him all around the spot, almost as if you were trying to drive him insane. He was in absolute bliss, as if nothing else mattered, as if all his problems and his pain was suddenly gone. He just kept gasping for air as you kept going. Rio’s mind was still blank, he couldn't think anything else but you and what you wee doing. He was feeling all the pleasure he could get from... A human... and he liked it nonetheless.

He didn't want it to end, this sensation... this sensation that was giving him all of this pleasure. He... he wanted you to do it to him for forever.. he wanted more. “Mm..~ ah...!” He murmurred as he continued to shake and quake, moaning slightly, and feeling like he was being pulled further and further into a paradise by you. The sensation was like going to heaven and back a dozen times. Every bit of touch just felt divine. He was getting more pleasured than he thought anyone could get

The feeling he was feeling was just getting better and better as you kept going. He tried to say something but all his words and feelings just disappeared. Rio's brain was basically mush right now, his mind completely blank from the pure enjoyment he had. “Mph~ d-damn it...! I can't... ah...” and without much hesitation, you quite frankly deepthroated him by seeing the little bit of power he had left in him, giving him a kiss right at the bottom, your tongue and saliva meeting every aspect of his particles. You moved up and down, making him arch his back and throw his head back into the pillows, letting out a loud cry in the process. Rio tried to stay focused and stay dominant, but he just couldn't do it. All the pleasure that he was felt was making him weak. Your kiss was the icing on the cake. He was feeling everything right now.

He started to squirm, shaking as a result of how much pleasure he was getting. It was almost painful since his sensitivity was cranked up from 0 to 100 in 0.1 seconds, but he wanted to keep going. The sheer amount of pleasure was killing him, he was shaking so badly that he couldn't speak anymore. He was trying so hard to insult you, call you a bastard, but all that came out of his mouth were high-pitched moans and whines. His brain was completely fried right now, there was nothing but pleasure and lust in his mind. He was completely and totally submissive to you now, he didn't even care to be dominant anymore. That's how much pleasure you were giving him.

He felt like he's never been more alive in his life, as his eyes closed, all he could see is complete bliss and the color blue. Rio was making all sorts of noises that he didn't even know he could, as he just demanded yet begged you to keep on going. The boy had never felt this amount of love in his entire life. You could have gone for hours, and he would probably still be begging for more. He was completely lost in the moment, nothing mattered in the world except for pleasure. He was letting loose all of his stress. His mind was once again a blank canvas, no thoughts whatsoever, nothing was holding him back. He felt like an animal wanting to mate, without any care in the world.

Rio kept getting the best treatment he could ever imagine. This is probably the best day that he has ever known, he wasn't feeling the pain... just pure love, joy, pleasure and so much more ... It's like his previous frustrations disappeared into nothing. Your eyes kept him hostage and it was like being drunk in his pleasure. The moment he lost his dominance was the moment he lost himself.

You sped up the pace, moving up and down as you sometimes teased him by allowing your teeth to softly caress it as well. Rio just let out an audible gasp and moan every time you went down on him once more. He was losing control of his body... and he absolutely adored it. Your gaze had completely hypnotized him. Your hands went over to massage his chest, adding even further onto the sensation. A loud cry left Rio's mouth in the most primal way possible. He felt like an animal right now. He was starting to lose all of his ability to maintain his composure. His voice was filled with pleasure, he wanted you to keep going. You were playing with him like a toy, and he loved every second of it. The way you teased him by letting your teeth get in contact was both unbearable, but also incredibly arousing for him.

Rio was barely able to form any coherent sentences. The way you moved your head up and down, youe teeth touching on him was making him lose his mind a tiny bit more. He was shaking intensely as he felt his body quiver some more. Ranger was about to cry out once again, he was just completely lost in the moment. He was going to beg... anything to make you not stop.. he was addicted to you. Enjoying every, single, moment.

He could feel his self-control slipping away, and he didn't care. He didn't want to control himself, and he didn't want to lose you. He wanted you.

Your touch was simply incredible. It felt like a million volts of electricity, the only words leaving his mouth being moans, his loud gasps and his whispers. His heartbeat was going at an irregular pace, going up at least 10 beats per second... if he could even count that high. He felt like a small child, he just wanted a piece of you as well.. but he knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself. He was too far gone. He was beyond what a human should normally feel. He was past his breaking point, and now... he was fully enjoying himself. You did exactly what Rio wanted, he was so overwhelmed he didn't know where the edge even was. His whole body was shaking as he held on for dear life, his body was getting hotter and hotter in the process. And as you went further, Rio couldn't stop begging either.

The more you teased him, the more he wanted it. It was like an addiction... he needed to have more.. more and more. Even if what you did was absolutely destroying his body, every last bit of his composure was broken as he felt that he was nearing his limits. He was getting filled with pleasure to the brim, his skin tingling everywhere as his breaths grew more and more intense. It was almost like you found some super weak spot on him that's responsible for giving him this infinite sensation.

His mind was completely gone, it was empty. He would do whatever you wanted him to do, you had him in the palm of your hand. Rio was about to explode, he could feel it. His senses were completely overloaded. He could feel his body's juices drip down his chin as you kept going. He couldn't care less about anything that happened to him as right now. Nothing was more important right now.. he was on cloud nine, maybe ten.

Rio's whole body was shaking like a leaf now, he couldn't bear anymore. All of this felt so unnatural, but it felt... natural for Rio at the same time. It was like it was his whole reason for existing at that point. His back was arching, and his jaw was wide open with him gasping for breath. He was on the edge of losing himself, he wanted nothing but to feel more, to be pumped empty. His mind was losing any form of sanity it had left. He was going nuts... literally losing it. His face was completely red, it almost looked like his blood flow was going straight to down there. Every touch, every little thing you did was driving him crazy. He was a quivering and whimpering mess for you, just like you wanted. He probably was enjoying you more than anything else had ever pleased him to this extent. His mind couldn't get any clearer, his entire mind was filled with pure and unadulterated lust.

His legs began to spread as your tongue caressed over him for one last time, releasing all of his tension and moaning loud enough for the entire world to hear. You backed up and licked youe lips in a teasing manner, having no problem swallowing any of his release. a shit-eating grin was on your features as you leaned in once more and gave a deep kiss onto his lips, his fluids being mixed into your saliva and entering his own mouth. He just let out audible gasps due to the high amount of sensation, his eyes widening as your lips came in contact with his, but he couldn't help but melt into it. As soon you both finished, he was already beet red and his eyebrows were furrowed, mumbling out one last thing before looking to the side with an embarrassed glance.

“y-you're a dirty bastard...”

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ohthatstragic · 2 years

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Confessions - p.m

a/n: this will be my first request after my break, so i apologise if it's not up to par, i'm just going through a tough time rn rip, but things will get better. i hope i executed this right, anon! forgive me it not ;(

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x reader

warnings: age gap, angst, alcohol, swearing

wc: 4,576

the request: 'Would you write one in which she has a huge crush on Maverick for so long but she never had the guts to say anything, she doesn't even flirts with him because she's very shy and all, until one day they are at hard deck & she gets drunk & a little sad so she confesses her feelings to him?'

You had a habit of developing feelings for people you could never have. Every time you got close to someone, you couldn't help but fall for them at some point - it was like some curse that a higher being had hexed you with. You never dared to tell them how you truly felt, for the fear of not having love returned. The one time you did cross that line, it changed everything and left a huge scar on your heart. So, now you choose to keep these unwelcome feelings to yourself, hopelessly guarding the sleeve that you wore your heart on.

Sitting quietly across the bar beside Bob, your Y/E/C eyes were glued to Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell who was currently stood chatting with Rooster, the corners of his eyes creasing as he threw his head back in a hearty laugh at something Rooster said. It was never intentional when you fell for someone, especially Maverick. You were well aware of the fact that there was a significant age gap between you and the decorated captain, and that was another reason as to why you would never tell him. He'd never look at you in that way, in your mind he probably saw you as a daughter.

Maverick's familiar and heart-warming laugh echoed out as you continued to watch the pair, your eyes darting to his hand as he clutched his stomach, laughing. Rooster sported an amused open-mouthed grin on his face and you felt your eyes fall to the ground for a split second, your stomach suddenly twisting in what felt like envy.

The sharp sound of Bob's jaw crunching down on some peanuts pulled you out of your daze and you looked at him, slightly peeved. You and Bob got along like a house on fire, considering both of you were shy, quiet people. "Every time I see you, you're crunching down on some nuts, be it pistachios or peanuts, Bob." You laughed, leaning back into your seat and letting yourself slide down a little with your hands in your lap. There was an empty booth just to the right of the pool table, so of course, being the introvert you are, you chose to sit there for the night. Bob smiled widely at your comment, his goofy face making you hum in amusement.

"My mom used to eat them all the time," He smiled at you before bringing a hand up to brush some crumbs off of his uniform. "That's probably where I got the taste for them." Bob added with a soft chuckle, glancing away from you for a moment. You copied him, your eyes running back to find Maverick. This time he wasn't stood with Rooster, he was chatting to Penny at the bar. You felt your heart sink as you watched the two of them share smiles and laughter, and finally hearing it break when you saw Penny place her hand atop of Maverick's. Bob looked back at you, his curious eyes widening when he saw your heart-broken face. "Hey, you okay?" He quietly asked, his fingertips softly brushing against your forearm to catch your attention.

Your gaze darted to Bob, and you quickly sat up in your seat, throwing a reassuring fake smile onto your lips to settle the RIO's nerves. "Yeah, yeah," You chuckled awkwardly, glancing between the table in front of you as you brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "I'm good, I just zoned out, I think." You nodded slowly, smacking your lips. Bob wasn't too convinced, but he let the weird moment slide, not really wanting to push you any further. He knew he wasn't good at comforting people when they were upset - let alone when they cried. "I think I'm gonna go get a drink." You announced with a huff, quickly standing up as you cleared your throat, trying to get rid of the lump that was slowly building at the back of it.

"O-okay." Bob said, evidently taken aback at your sudden statement. "I'll be with Phoenix." He added, throwing you a supportive smile, despite your obvious malaise. You nodded at him with another fake smile, not trusting your trembling voice to reply verbally. The two of you stood up from your seats and parted ways, your feet taking you to the bar. You chastised yourself for falling for yet another person that you definitely could not have. How could you be so reckless again?

As you reached the bar, your hand reached out to land on the wooden edge, your knuckles whitening as you gripped it. You didn't have the confidence or courage to look to your right to glance at Penny and Maverick. You knew it would hurt too much. So you kept your eyes locked ahead as a new bartender walked towards you with a happy smile. "What can I getcha?" He beamed, leaning against the side of the bar with his hip.

"Double coke and vodka, and two shots please. Strongest shit you have, it doesn't matter." A small smile reached your lips as you looked up at the young man who was serving you. He was tall but well-built, a messy mop of light brown hair sitting atop his head and some thick stubble coating his jaw and cheeks. Couldn't be older than twenty-two.

"Rough night?" He awkwardly joked, hoping you'd see it like that and not him trying to push your buttons. Relief washed over him as he watched an amused grin spread across your cheeks.

"Yeah, you could say that." You replied, sighing, fighting the urge to think about the man a few feet to the side of you. "It's not a night to be remembered, you know what I mean?" You laughed dryly and stupidly cast your gaze to the right, spotting Maverick and Penny with big grins on their faces. Fighting the scoff that threatened to leave your throat, you looked back to the bartender, your tired eyes following the clear liquid as it spilled from the glass bottle that was enveloped delicately by his slender fingers and into your glass of coke.

"Been there, done that, sweetie." He smiled back at you as he finished pouring your shots, sliding them towards you with his fingers, a soft sigh leaving his chest.

"Thanks." You said and quickly threw the two shots back with a grimace as the amber liquor burned down your throat. "Shit, what the hell was that?" You choked out through a cough, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you fought to regain control of your lungs. The bartender let out an amused chuckle as he watched you, his hands reaching out to collect your empty shot glasses.

"That was three wise men," He answered with a smirk, making you frown at him. "Johnnie Walker, Jack Daniels and Jim Beam in one. Well, two, in your case." The bartender couldn't help the snort that escaped him and you groaned. God, you were definitely gonna feel the effects of that sooner than later.

"Well, I can say for sure that I'm not gonna remember tonight, so thank you." You joked, laughing.

"That's what I'm here for." He said with a kind smile. "I'm Alex by the way." Alex smiled at you, folding his arms against his chest.

"Y/N. Have a good night, Alex, I'm sure I'll be back later on." You said with a dry chuckle. Pursing your lips, you gave him a small smile before you wrapped your fingers around the cold, wet glass of vodka and coke in front of you, walking off in the direction of the squad who were currently creating a ruckus by the pool table.

"It's about time you joined us, Y/C/S," Phoenix grinned, leaning up from the pool table as the loud clack of pool balls echoed from her shot. "Where've you been?" She pried, narrowing her eyes at your blank face.

"Getting drunk." You answered simply, holding back a pitiful laugh. Phoenix eyed you suspiciously, her eyes quickly darting to the new bartender. You quickly put the pieces together and read her mind. "No! No, no, I was not chatting up the new bartender." You affirmed with a laugh, taking a big swig of your drink. Phoenix watched you, her eyes widening and brows twitching upwards in surprise at your unusual behaviour.

"Drunk? You never get drunk, Y/N." She said quietly, glancing between the tight grip you had on your glass and your tired eyes. You let out a small groan and glanced at Hangman and Coyote who were staring at the two of you from the pool table, curious about the conversation you were having with Phoenix. "You good?" She chuckled, a hint of concern evident in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just don't want to remember tonight." You stated with a careless shrug, taking another long sip of your drink. The room started to look a little different - you were sure it was because of the alcohol. Phoenix stared at you, but she didn't dare tell you off, she knew that you could handle yourself and you never made mistakes. Well...

"Alright, we're here if you need us, you know you can always come to me if you need a talk, Y/N/N." Phoenix added, raising her hand to place it on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. A lazy smile worked it's way onto your face as you stared up at your friend, your teeth poking out from underneath your lips as it grew into a grin.

"I know, thanks Phoenix, now let's get fucked up." You giggled, your body feeling hot from the alcohol. An amused open-mouthed grin slipped onto Phoenix's face as she slung an arm around your shoulders, walking with you toward a confused Hangman and Coyote.

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There were a few more drinks in you when a familiar voice perked up behind you.

"Hey, I haven't seen you at all tonight, Y/C/S," Maverick said from behind you with a concerned smile on his face. Admittedly, you had been avoiding him - mainly because it hurt you too much. You didn't want to keep seeing the image of him and Penny together in your mind every time you looked at him. "Are you avoiding me?" He joked, a toothy grin spreading across his cheeks. Being drunk, you interpreted his joke as a serious question.

"What- No!" You replied a little too quickly, earning a confused frown from the older pilot. Your heart started to hammer against your ribcage and you nibbled on your bottom lip - a nervous habit you developed when you were a small child. "No, I've just err, been with Phoenix and Bob most of the night." You quietly said, trying to control your lips so you didn't slur your words. Although, that was a lost cause.

"Are you drunk, sweetheart?" Maverick asked teasingly. He noticed the weird twang in your voice and his brows knitted together, an amused chuckle leaving his lips. You held back the groan that threatened to slip out, the use of the pet name making you go weak in the knees.

"Err, no..." You slurred, shaking your head vigorously, the strands of your hair dangling over your eyes. "Maybe.." You added quietly, looking away from the captain with an awkward, guilty look on your face. A lopsided smile picked at the corner of his mouth as he stared at you.

"Never thought I'd see the day." Maverick joked, raising the bottle of beer to his lips to take a sip. "What's the occasion?" He asked, swallowing the rest of his beer with a hiss.

"Just a bad night." You shrugged as an awkward laugh or hiccup escaped you. Maverick looked at you with a frown; concern painting his features. "It's nothing, really. I'd rather not get into it." You assured the captain, your heart twisting in your chest as a sea of sorrow took hold. Maverick didn't say anything, he only nodded slowly, his eyes still attached to you. He wasn't one to push someone about their problems, he had his own and he would rather them be willing to talk about it.

"I'm gonna go find Phoenix, we agreed to be toilet buddies tonight." You said, quickly standing up like you were desperate to rid yourself of this situation. Deep down, you were. You weren't sure how long you'd be able to handle this tonight. Maverick gave you another silent nod, pursing his lips as he smiled at you. Internally, you groaned - you've definitely ruined that, then.

With a quiet 'okay', you walked from Maverick with a shaky breath, eyes shooting up to search for Phoenix's figure. Throwing your hazy gaze around the bar, you found her stood at the bar with Rooster, his classic Hawaiian shirt hanging loosely on his body. Phoenix caught sight of you and poked her head above Rooster's tall shoulder, a bright smile reaching her lips.

You forced a smile onto your face as you looked back at her. "Hey!" Rooster noticed Phoenix's change in attention and he twisted his body around to where she was looking, his big, brown eyes falling onto your smaller body. A grin quickly spread across his cheeks, shining white teeth poking out.

"Y/C/S," Rooster chuckled, the corners of his eyes creasing out of happiness. "How-"

"Down for some shots? They're on me." You quickly said, avoiding his question. Quite obviously, you were not well equipped to answer that question - you were just about holding onto your tears and sobs with a thinning string. Rooster bit down on his bottom lip with a frown, glancing at his squad-mate, Phoenix. She stared at him and shook her head, silently telling him to go along with it.

"Uhh. Yeah, sure, Y/N." Rooster swallowed, feigning a happy smile. Deep down he was itching to know what had gotten into you - after all you were like his little sister, the two of you shared a lot of common interests. However, he would never dare to press you for information. The pilot knew how it felt. "What're you getting?"

"A mix of whiskies." You replied nonchalantly like it was the normal thing you'd order. "Alex said it's called Three Blind Men, or something like that." A frustrated sigh made your chest heave, and Rooster knew right then that something was definitely bothering you. As if Phoenix was psychic, she placed a firm hand on Rooster's arm to halt him from going any further. His head whipped around to face her as his wide eyes dipped into Phoenix's cautious brown ones, distress and concern evident on his worn features. In the background, he could hear you ordering for the three of you.

Reluctantly, Rooster clenched his jaw as he stepped back, staring at the carpeted floor. "It's for the best, Bradshaw." Phoenix muttered to him, making his worried brown eyes flick up to meet hers. He acknowledged Phoenix's words with a gentle nod, the helpless look on his face switching to a grin as you turned around, your hands adorned with shot glasses spilling over with alcohol.

"Let me know what you think of this." You grinned despite the harrowing empty feeling growing inside you. Rooster and Phoenix hesitantly accepted the shots, watching you throw back two- three in a row. Their mouths hung agape at your abnormal behaviour. "The burn really hits you at the end." You giggled, hissing through your teeth. Phoenix and Rooster cheers'd each other and repeated your previous action, swallowing the amber liquid with a cough.

"Jesus," Phoenix choked out, setting the glass down with a heavy thud. Rooster was coughing in an attempt to compose himself as he recovered from the heavy alcohol. "Have you been drinking this all night?!" She exclaimed, brows shooting up in shock like a bullet.

Your body suddenly felt wavy, and a wave of heat rushed over you. "Yep." You proudly hiccupped, a sloppy smile spreading across your face as you stared between the two pilots. Being drunk, you didn't notice their very concerned expressions, and mistook them for happy ones, so you threw two thumbs up in the air with an open-mouthed grin, wobbling on your feet.

"Hey, why don't we go sit down?" Rooster suggested, quickly walking over to grab you by the arms to lead you to the closest table. Phoenix swiftly followed. You grumbled at Rooster, your fingers flying to fumble against his strong grip on your arms.

"No, I don't wanna sit," You groaned and your lips pouted as you stared up at your friends, thudding down onto the booth's seat. "Rooster play Balls of Fire!" You suddenly exclaimed as you caught sight of the piano, your eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. Phoenix had to bite back her laugh as she looked at your child-like expression - your eyes had widened like a fruit bat and your mouth was open in a joyful grin, your cheeks pinkening from either the excitement that was suddenly jolting through your body, or the alcohol you'd just consumed. She decided it was a mixture of the two.

"Rooster will play later on, Y/N, won't you?" Phoenix smiled, brushing a hand over your head in an attempt to soothe you. Rooster threw a confused look at his friend, but he quickly nodded in agreement, matching her happy tone.

"Yeah, and you can help me, don't worry, Y/N." He grinned down at you, despite the painful worry that was seeping into his chest. The man was worried about you - what the hell was making you drink so heavily? He knew you'd tell him when you were ready, but this was a little concerning.

As you stared up at your two squad-mates, your ears began to buzz and you felt your vision blurring as you zoned out, your mind soon painting a picture of the reason why you were acting so recklessly. The familiar mop of dark, brown hair sat atop tanned skinned appeared in your mind; the silhouette of a green aviator jacket suddenly materialising. Soon enough, Maverick had overtaken your brain.

"Y/N!" Rooster's stern voice ripped you from your daydream daze, your eyes twitching as you were brought back to the reality you'd began to hate. "You good?" He asked, his hand firmly grasping your shoulder. The happy grin that once claimed your face had melted away, and a subtle frown replaced it. Your eyes fell to the table as you thought back to the moment you saw Maverick and Penny hold hands at the bar.

"Yeah, yeah," You blinked, quickly throwing a convincing smile Rooster's way. "Can I be alone for a bit? I don't feel so good." You admitted, letting your head rest lazily against your hand. A groan left your throat as Rooster sighed - a sign of defeat.

"Sure, Y/N." He replied quietly, reluctantly walking away as he gave you one last look, the worried look on his face never leaving. Phoenix followed him and placed a supportive hand on his back, throwing you a sympathetic smile.

"Christ," You let your head fall onto the table with a gentle thud, the pain numbed by the amount of alcohol running through your system. "Can this get any worse?" You mumbled to yourself as you slowly raised your head, squinting your eyes at an approaching, blurry figure. A familiar one, at that...

"May I?" The voice asked as you closed your eyes, drunkenly humming in reply to it. A chuckle reached your ears and your body flinched at it, suddenly realising who the hell had come to see you.

"Mav...?" You quietly asked, praying to the heavens above that it wasn't.

"Yeah?" He answered. You felt your heart drop and your stomach knot together.

"Hi, Mav." You sat up, feeling slightly uneasy. Running a hand through your dishevelled hair, you swallowed thickly before meeting his amused eyes. Internally you cringed, you were mortified to have him see you like this - this was not the plan at all. "So, how are you and Penny?" You blurted out, a hint of jealousy sprinkled in your voice. Maverick's brow cocked up in curiosity.

"Me and Penny?" He repeated, obviously confused.

"Yeaaah," You slurred, clumsily staring at him. "I saw you and her hold hands earlier, aren't you a thing?" You stated with a huff, clearly effected by it. The captain frowned at your confrontational behaviour, wholly confused as to why you seemed so effected by what you had seen. To him, it was a friendly gesture - there were no romantic intentions behind it.

"I think you have it wrong, Y/N." Maverick smiled, trying to defuse the growing tense situation.

"No, I'm never wrong, especially with things.. like this.." You shrugged, tearing your gaze from his to have it land on the table you shared. "The two of you have history anyway, so it'd make sense, you know? You're pretty much perfect for each other, I don't know why you haven't made a move yet, Mav, you must be blind or something." You laughed as you rambled on, never once looking up at the man in front of you. It would hurt too much, and you definitely knew you wouldn't be able to handle the immense emotion that'd overcome you.

"Y/N, what's gotten into you?" Maverick asked quietly, his voice laced with worry.

"Nothing, it's nothing," You wrinkled your nose up as you felt a lump begin to form in the back of your throat. Swallowing, you picked up all the courage you could to look at Maverick. Boy, did you regret that. Almost instantly you felt your eyes burn with tears, and you rushed to bite down on your lip in a feeble attempt to stop them.

Maverick quickly noticed your brimming eyes and he sat forward, his once happy eyes softening into an obvious show of worry. "You can tell me anything, what's wrong, Y/N?" He softly said, a kind smile falling onto his lips. You squeezed your eyes shut as you looked down at the table, your heart bursting at the seams.

"No, I can't tell you this." You choked out, inhaling a sharp breath through your teeth as the tears - along with the alcohol - blurred your vision. "It's complicated." You added with a quiet sob.

"Y/N," Maverick gently said, making your stomach do flips. "Let me help, what is it?" The captain blinked at you, his eyes gazing into your own with a soft look on his face.

You went silent for a while, and inside of you, you were calculating all the possible outcomes if you told Maverick how you truly felt about him - how it tortured you to look at him and Penny like that. You would never wish that pain on anyone, even your worst enemy. That broke you. If you told him how you felt, it would change things forever, and you weren't sure if you could go through that immense pain again, you already knew how it would go. Then again, what were the chances if he felt the same way about you? Slim, probably. The tiny voice inside you was willing you to tell him, to just rip the band-aid off and do it. It would hurt less if you told Maverick - if he didn't feel the same way, fine. You could move on. But if he did...?

"Mav, the next thing I tell you..." You mumbled, voice slurring as you were unsure of how to navigate such a thing. "It's going to change everything bet-ween us." You said with a deep inhale, your vision going slightly blurry as you blinked. You didn't give him a chance to reply as you blurted out the thing you'd been keeping to yourself for so goddamn long. "I, err, I've fallen for you, Maverick, and I understand if you don't... feel the same..." You hiccupped, eyes rolling as you sat back in your seat, feeling the room begin to spin. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or the anxiety bubbling in you currently.

Maverick was silent as he stared at you, slowly making sense of what you had just said. You had feelings for him? Unsure of what to do, Maverick chuckled awkwardly, his hand coming up to scratch at his jawline. "I think that's the alcohol talking, sweetheart." He said with a soft smile, trying to work out whether you were just drunk, or actually being serious.

"No, no it's not-" You shook your head vigorously at him, still not making eye contact with him as your cheeks were wet with tears. "It's true, I promise, I- it's true. I know how crazy it must sound to you." Maverick was staring at you with a small smile present on his lips. All this time, he was blind to what he truly wanted. You. As soon as he'd walked into the first briefing, you'd caught his eye. Maverick knew the age gap between you two was quite... significant in so many words. So, he never sought to act on his feelings, let alone tell you.

"No, actually it doesn't sound too crazy." Maverick replied slowly, tapping his nail on the beer bottle in his hand. You looked up at him with your glossy, reddened eyes as they widened with shock at what he had just said.

"You.. what?" You breathed out, feeling the like the room was closing in on you.

"I feel the same way, Y/N." Maverick couldn't help the signature toothy smile that slipped onto his lips as he stared at you. Despite your clearly dishevelled look, he still thought you looked absolutely beautiful, your beauty really did radiate from within, too. Everything about you was perfect to him. Everything.

"Are... are you sure?" You muttered, utterly shell-shocked at Maverick's reply. Where was the 'I'm sorry, Y/N, I don't feel the same' or the 'I think we're better off as friends'? This was not what you were bracing yourself for, and your surprised eyes showed that.

"Yes," Maverick laughed quietly at your response. He found amusement in your surprise as he watched you slowly sway from side to side in your seat, obviously still very intoxicated. "Why don't we get you home, sweetheart? I think a sleep would benefit you greatly." He laughed again, nodding at your drunken state. You groaned and nodded lazily, feeling your eyes beginning to close.

"Wait!" You suddenly perked up, the captain flinching in fright as he stood up to move toward you. "Can you stay with me? For tonight? Please?" You begged with a wide smile, your fingers flopping together in an sloppy attempt to make a praying gesture. Maverick sighed at you with a soppy smile on his lips, and he pretended to think about the offer, earning a whiny-groan from you.

"I guess someone will need to hold your hair back tonight." He teased with a smirk, holding out his hand for you to take. "C'mere." He mumbled as you took his hand to stand up, Maverick's other hand coming to settle on your waist to steady your wobbly self. The two of you were impossibly close and you felt your heart jump into your throat, a shiver running down your spine.

'Mhm' was the only thing you could muster up in reply to him as Maverick lead you out of the bar carefully and cautiously, his thumb gently caressing the side your waist to comfort you. How did you start the night by getting drunk and sad about this man, to ending it with him taking you home? You threw a quick glance over your shoulder at the squad who were currently staring at the two of you in shock -mainly Hangman and Rooster, who were sharing a look of open-mouth surprise. You grinned at them, giving them a small wave as Maverick opened the bar doors for you.

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😭👪🙈 for Rio - 🌌🙉💓 for Aiden - 💗🎵🔫 for Roman - Please? :)

Rio:

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

It's not easy to make Rio cry. She doesn't express her emotions outwardly very often. Well, not all of them, at least. Annoyance, yes, she expresses that one outwardly all the time, but everything else sort of gets bottled up inside her and channeled out through her hobbies. Rio probably hasn't cried since she was very young.

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

It's no secret that Rio adores her big brother, Roman. They're all each other has had for years now. Rio was raised by her brother after their mom ran out on them. Rio was just a child, Roman was just a teenager, and neither one of them had any idea what to do now that they were on their own. They sort of had to make things up as they went along. As a result, their bond is diamond-strong and they trust each other implicitly.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Rio. loves. cute things. 😱 I know, shocker. She'd rather die than admit it, but if you somehow manage to get a glimpse at her notebook, you'll see lots of cute little doodles in the margins. Mostly unicorns and flowers. She loves unicorns and flowers. She even has one or two plushies that she still hangs onto despite insisting that she's too old for them. When she's sure nobody is looking, she'll plant a little smooch on their little fabric foreheads.

Aiden:

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Oh God. Ok buckle the fuck up. When I was 18 and playing Sims 2, I discovered the Sims community for the first time. I wanted to create a Bachelor/Bachelorette-type...thing...challenge? I guess you could call it a challenge. Anyway, I wanted other members of the community to participate because there was a show called "Married by America" airing at the time and I liked the concept of live voting. So I had people vote on the forum each week to see who would get voted off. Aiden, in his Sims 2 form, was a contestant vying for the hand of the lovely Bachelorette. Except he wasn't there willingly. He was new to Earth and had somehow gotten swept up in this reality show. He was constantly having mental breakdowns because everything was so new and strange to him. He was there a while. People really like seeing this boy suffer.

The first thing I decided for him was his name. I named him Aiden because it kind of sounds like alien, and also the idea of a space version of Ireland existing made me laugh. I can't really explain that part. I was a weird kid. I forgot what his original last name was so when I recreated him in the Sims 3, I gave him the last name Ayy because of the alien "ayy lmao" meme. I thought it fit because, you know, alien but also that it's sort of ironic because the alien in the meme is a laid-back stoner and Aiden is anything but laid-back.

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

Anything his internal monologue tells him about himself. "You're a burden," "you make everything more difficult for the people around you," "people would be happier if you were gone." Hearing it from your own brain is one thing, but if anyone said that to him in real life? I don't think he could handle it.

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

Aiden is a romantic at heart. He wants to be swept off his feet by the right Sim (any gender; Aiden is pan). You know those shoujo manga where the main character is walking with her senpai under a row of cherry trees as the blossoms flutter down around them? Aiden wants that. His little heart would just doki doki right out of his chest.

Roman:

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

Roman's a pretty big flirt so it's not immediately noticeable if he has a crush. It doesn't mean that he's a horndog, necessarily. He just really enjoys the back-and-forth banter of flirting, regardless of who it's with. It's when he's not flirting with someone that you start to think something is up. When he goes from suggestive innuendos to actual concrete displays of affection, you know he's got it bad.

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

You know, it's funny, but I've never been the kind of person who creates playlists for my characters. I know a lot of people do, like my dear friend @happy-lemon makes these incredible playlists that somehow perfectly describe her characters, but I've never really been able to do that. There isn't any particular song that reminds me of Roman...however...

Ok this is weird. Stick with me.

When I'm writing Rogue Town, I usually have YouTube Music on in the background. I'll start with whatever song is in my head at the moment and then let the algorithm decide what plays next. Somehow, and I don't know how, it always ends up looping back to Hotel California. I don't know why. I'll be listening to Kpop and it ends up on Hotel California. I'll be listening to 80s funk and it ends up on Hotel California. I'll be listening to early 00s Nu Metal AND IT ENDS UP ON FUCKING HOTEL CALIFORNIA!!!!!!!!!! I guess you could say it's one of those songs you can check out any time you like but you can never leave. 🙄

So, while the lyrics don't fit Roman or his situation at all, I guess I'll always associate Hotel California with him.

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

Roman is the most trusting guy you'll ever meet. Until he isn't. He'll let you come into his home, sleep in his bed, eat his food, wear his clothes, and act like you're part of the family...until you do something to hurt his sister. Then all bets are off. If you're willing to hurt someone who is, in his eyes, an innocent child, you are no longer trustworthy. Until then? You can do whatever you want to him and he'll still naively believe you didn't mean it and keep you in his life. Is that trust? Or is that something else? It's hard to tell with him. But yeah, he's been backstabbed before. That remains to be examined in the narrative. Whenever I get to it.

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