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otoyasss · 1 year

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Various NSFW headcanons

Yukimiya, Otoya, Aiku, Kurona

pt1 || pt2

Warnings: gn!reader, sub/dom elements, worship, possessive! Yukimiya if you squint, praise, daddy kink mentions for Aiku, cum, oral sex, blood and biting for Kurona, cheating mentions.

MDNI, ALL OF MY POSTS ARE 18+

Yukimiya

He's such a switch

Even if he's in the middle of domming, once you mention wanting to take control he'll immediately let you. He just wants you both to feel good, so he doesn't care how it happens.

Besides, he finds you so hot when you Dom. He wants to memorize the way you look when you tease him.

And the way you look when you're submissive, too. He just loves every side of you.

He's a little too into being worshipped. When he's in an extremely dominant mood he'll expect you to do everything he asks without question and order you to praise him while he fucks you

Maybe a bit of a god complex when it comes to sex but he doesn't talk about it

His dick is so pretty. He has a little freckle near the tip that makes him whine whenever you kiss it

Sometimes all he wants to do is watch you grind against him desperately.

Definitely into praisong you, too. He doesn't even hesitate. If you do something he enjoys, he'll compliment you. Especially when you're close to cumming.

He almost never uses your name. He just calls you his Angel, he thinks it's cute.

His favorite position is missionary or cowgirl. Just really anything he can see your face during, he loves all of your reactions and being able to kiss you.

His favorite thing is fucking you while you wear his jersey, it makes him so proud of himself.

He also has a bad habit of fucking you before every game and making you keep his cum in you for "good luck", he says knowing he's still in you makes him play better.

You know those bracelets that are welded into you so you can't take them off? he got you one with his jersey number on it.

That way you're always reminded of how much you mean to him!

And that you belong to him, but that's besides the point. He loves you so much!

Otoya

Honestly he saw you as a hookup at first but he decided you were too cute to let go of just yet

He still doesn't plan to keep you around for that long, but as long as you keep things interesting he'll stay

Greedy little fuckboy.

You know how he has a scent fetish?? Yeah he's stealing your perfume and spraying it onto his pillow every time he jerks off so he feels like you're there with him.

You just smell so good and he wants you around all the time, even if he's has a hard time admitting it

He's needy. He needs your attention at all times and he'll get genuinely upset if you pay more attention to other guys

Especially his friends. If you pay more attention to Karasu or Yukki than him?? You're in for it later.

He's not above hate fucking you. His main goal is to make sure you can't walk for days just to make sure you remember who you along to.

He is NOT immune to pegging propaganda. The second he heard about it online he was kind of interested in it and asked you about it a few days later

He ended up loving it, how his cheeks were all puffy and swollen from crying because of how overstimated he was and how it felt to have your strap-on in him so deep

He still usually prefers to be the one in control, though.

Especially when it means he can toy with your body however he likes.

His favorite position is 69. He'll hold onto your hips as if you'll disappear once he lets go and desperately work to make you cum against his tongue. He doesn't even care if all you do is jerk him off, he finds it so cute how your movements stutter every few seconds just because of how good he makes you feel.

Aiku

He's so icky about sex sometimes

He has a massive daddy kink but won't bring it up until he's sure you won't judge him too bad

Also definitely into power play, like REALLY into it

He usually prefers to top but he'll be more than happy to lay back and let you take the lead if you really want to

Because he thinks you look so cute on top of him

HUNG. Have you SEEN him?? It's big. He KNOWS it's big.

He'll probably cheat if things get boring

Or at the very LEAST beg you for a threesome.

. . . Might not be too upset if you ask for the third person to be a guy.

If really depends on who it is though, he'd rather be close to them so he knows what to expect

BIG HANDS. he loves to use them on you to make you whine for him.

He doesn't exactly moan, but instead he lets out deep groans into your ear to make you know how good you're making him feel

His favorite position is the mating press. He finds it's so intimate and it just feels so good to him, he can't help but fill you up every single time he does it

DEFINITELY into dirty talk. He talks about making you drunk off of his cock and how cute you look when you go dumb from cumming so much

He's not exactly into edging. Overstim is more his thing, because he'd rather make you feel good instead of making you wait for it.

Kurona

Call him Sharky. Do it.

He makes the cutest whines ever, especially when he's desperately fucking you from behind and mumbling about how bad he wants you into your ear

You're always in so much pain after sex because he bites all of his favorite parts of you over and over again

And he happens to love all of you so much, so everywhere is covered in teeth marks

He gives you an apologetic smile but tells you that it will happen again.

He enjoys your neck and shoulders the most

Because you sound so cute when he bites down on them!

Also just because they're the easiest to reach when he's inside of you

He's not opposed to pegging but it'll take some time before he's really into it

Definitely has a really pretty dick. It blushes when he's flustered

He'll never admit it but he genuinely enjoys licking the blood away from the bite marks he leaves on you. It feels intimate to him, and it reminds him of how much you trust him

He can be EXTREMELY submissive if you play your cards right

His favorite position is doggy, he loves gripping onto your hips and fucking into you as fast as he wants.

He's honestly really into giving head but because his teeth are so sharp it can be pretty painful for you, so he tends to avoid it unless you're really willing to let him do it. He promises he'll try not to bite you too hard

EXTREME oral fixation

He wants his mouth on you constantly. It soothes him.

He's even fascinated by the way your mouth looks around his fingers when you get him ready

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IM SO SORRY I've been so busy but I've been sufferings I much brainrot so I hope I can post more soon (especially about Otoya)

#bllk smut #bllk x reader #blue lock smut #otoya eita #otoya eita x reader #bllk otoya #blue lock yukimiya #yukimiya smut #yukimiya x reader #yukimiya kenyu #oliver aiku #bllk aiku #aiku x reader #blue lock kurona #kurona x reader #kurona #kurona ranze

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supanuts · 3 months

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One last thing and then I'll never darken your doorway/ask box again, but I just need to get all this pent-up Way-related madness out of my system so I can put it all behind me and move on!

Inspired by your tags on the post compiling the mind control moments, I thought how this is a great example of confirmation bias and it's really fascinating how differently we interpret things depending on our predisposition to view someone/something a certain way: those ppl who view Way primarily as a manipulative, creepy, irredeemable antagonist (each to their own!) see him using his power on Babe in ep 9 when they're hugging as the sick cherry on top of a moulding cake - it's Babe's most vulnerable moment and Way can't help himself, he's at it yet again, the utter bastard.

Whereas in that same moment what I see - someone who views him primarily as a deeply fucked up, morally confused, painfully tragic disaster - is a man watching the person he loves most in the world (regardless of how we judge his feelings, that's certainly what Way believes) completely break down, sob in his arms, and feel utterly helpless in the face of that pain - unable to comfort him, to make it better, to make Babe stop hurting. He looks positively panicked. And that's partly because of his own lies and secrets and the general complications of their situation, but it's also because he's a trainwreck himself - he doesn't have the psychological toolkit necessary to provide Babe with the solace he needs. So he falls back on the only thing Tony's conditioned him to think he's good for - he feels powerless so he uses his power. It's all he has. It's all he can do. It's such a childlike reaction, it breaks my heart - often when a child encounters someone in distress, that's their exact reaction: stop crying! Don't be sad! They're bewildered, they're hurting now too, and they don't know what to do, they just know they don't like it, so they simply order you to feel better. It's coming from the same sort of place, it's just that Way happens to have the ability to make that order a reality! And maybe I'm grasping at straws, but I think it's important that all he actually uses his power to say is, effectively, 'dont cry, you'll always have me', which, as you pointed out, is a perfectly normal sentiment to express to an upset friend! And even then you can see his hesitancy in doing it. If he really was a terrible horrible no-good very bad boy, this would be the moment to take advantage of Babe, physically or emotionally. But he doesn't. Okay, so the bar is super low, but I don't care - I'm still claiming it as a win for Way's potential redemption!

and because it took me so long to reply to the others i actually got a third ask ijbol

ANON DON’T LEAVE ME, my ask box is open for whenever you need to get all your pent-up way-related or pit babe in general madness out of your system, so feel free.

disclaimer i should have made earlier maybe: i didn’t know nut before pit babe, so i wasn’t influenced by him playing way in any way. don’t let my username fool you; i am a hot wheel omegaverse fan first and foremost and a nut supanut fan second.

i have to say i felt so proud as more eps came out and they kept making more and more obvious what was happening with way… because i clocked it in that first scene at the pool table, on second watch iirc. it took so much effort not to point it out to my friend when i watched the ep with her later that i had to shut up so i wouldn’t say anything lol i love when they do things like that hhh

i’m pretty sure that’s the moment i started paying more attention to way too, because he uses his powers on babe

to tell him something completely normal that anyone would just tell to their friends directly. and, to me, there’s only two ways to read his motives there: either he thinks he needs to use his powers to get through babe’s thick skull because he would not believe it otherwise, or he doesn’t believe in himself enough to think babe, his best friend, would actually listen to him and believe him. (arguably you could say he wants to make sure babe goes to him and no one else, which i don’t think is the case, but i will say it here just to be perfectly clear.) whichever his reasoning actually was it made my sad man alarm go off full blast. i didn’t have an opinion on him yet at that point, only found his reactions to the charlie situation funny, so that was my honest reaction without having any kind of preconceived notion or expectation from the character.

and then, as the story kept progressing, he kept using his powers for similar reasons.

yes he still mind-controlled babe in fucked up ways into believing he wasn’t worthy of love, but now, because he doesn’t already believe that anymore, the idea wouldn’t take. it would hurt babe’s feelings hearing his best friend say that, but it was honestly something he had believed at some point, and again way was trying to protect babe in the most misguided way possible.

and then of course there’s the scene in ep 7 after babe learns about charlie being another of tony’s children and i don’t know if you’ve watched it again after way’s reveal, but you can see his thoughts and feelings so clearly in his face. he’s feeling helpless in so many ways and he wants his friend to stop hurting so he knows the only think he knows that works and it’s so fucked up, because it doesn’t really do anything. he only gets babe to stop crying, which doesn’t make him stop hurting, only makes way stop seeing it, and i don’t think he puts that much thought into it, as you said it’s very clearly a childlike reaction, but it is so telling of way as a character and of his state of mind. not least of all because we’ve seen him comfort babe a lot more with things that are nothing compared to this, but here he doesn’t know what to say or do. so yeah, no notes.

you and me anon, you and me. i do think we’re getting a redemption arc, specially with pete’s whole thing toward way, but i’m cautiously not counting my eggs just yet.

breaks my heart when people don’t stop to wonder why someone that from what we know has the sole mission of bringing babe back home to tony couldn’t have used his powers to either do just that back then or mind-controlling babe into thinking he was in love with him, and instead has spent the last 10 years next to him every day as his best friend. love by itself is neither good or bad, it simply is.

#pit babe #pit babe the series #asks #anon #way anon #long post

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liviavanrouge · 6 months

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Via

Color: Purple

Age: 28, February 6th

Height: 162 cm

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Horoscope: Aquarius

Personality: Kind to others, Soft-spoken, Jumpy yet patient, Creative and Understanding, Warm-hearted but can be tough and put her foot down, doesn't tolerate bullying, Very caring, Snappy when Damon is insulted

Ability: Fast runner, Good sense of smell, Strong grip

Likes: Singing, Damon, Flowers, Dancing, Being with friends, Helping others

Dislikes: Bullies, Paparazzi, Dark places, Damon upset, her music bring insulted, blood

Work: Singer(Before having Violet), Music Teacher(After having Violet)

Voice: Similar to Gloria from Happy Feet, Higher pitched voice

Favorite animal: Snakes

Favorite food and drink: Fruit and sodas/water

Kinks: Praise, Gentle Sex, Hair pulling, Teasing, Biting, Overstimulation

Backstory: Via was born in the same place as Damon, meeting him through their mothers who were friends and getting him to play with her whenever they meet up. She defended him a lot from bullies, snapping at them and making them leave her friend alone. She never judged him when he started carrying a potted rose and called it cute they he finds comfort in plants. The two grew up together with Via being Damon's main source of protection and sticking with him despite attending different schools. He gifted her a bracelet in which a bully tried to steal but Damon got it back even though he injured himself slightly doing so.

She vanished at the age of ten, leaving Damon alone to face the bullying by himself. She returns home after he turns twenty-three and finds out that Damon had moved away along with her family, causing her to cry alone in the rain. Both reunite in their later years in which Via explains that she was hut wasn't kidnapped and she signed a deal becoming a world loved singer in order to gather money in order to build him his own flower shop.

(Spoilers Below)

Via finds out about Damon's stalking and killing after having a night with him, through DG who left the decapitated head of her manager beside her and she woke up to it thus resulting in the reveal and for her to distance herself for three days. She talks with Eli(Mc), stating that she loves Damon but doesn't condone what he's doing, only for Eli to tell her that what she felt was all she needed, to know she loved him even though they'd get into fights about his stalking. She talks with Damon, getting a promise from him to not do as much stalking as killing as he did before in which she tells him to not make that promise and to keep doing what he wants to do, but let's him know that she is very much so not approving of it.

Three years later the two have their daughter Violet who gave them both quite the scare when she was born due to being so small and having some lung problems due to her asthma. Via comments that Damon becomes like an overgrown puppy whenever it comes to Violet.

#br0ken colors damon #br0ken colors #broken colors #damon br0ken colors #br0ken colors oc

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alj4890 · 3 years

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(Ethan Ramsey x Olivia Nevarkis) (Olivia Nevarkis x Drake Walker) in a Choices The Royal Romance/Open Heart Crackship Series

A/N Picking up directly after Drake's visit and fallout. This will lead into the Christmas season, with Ethan inviting Olivia to spend the holidays with him and his father.

@jooous @krsnlove @nomadics-stuff @twinkleallnight @motorcitymademadame

Masterlist

Part 5

Ethan knew something was wrong. Even without his highly attuned ability to detect the slightest tics and movements people made when dealing with pain, he still would have known that Olivia was upset.

What bothered him was that she felt the need to keep it hidden.

He thought they were well past the stage of not being completely honest. It had been one of the most difficult yet rewarding part of their ever developing relationship. It was terrifying and freeing to be able to tell her anything.

Ethan knew he needed her. He had made it a point to never allow himself to need anyone. He once believed that it was a weakness, something that any sane person should be able to do without. One should be able to stand and face whatever life threw at them without having someone there to help you through it.

Or so he thought until Naveen nearly died.

Then seeing Bryce's reaction when Casey was poisoned.

Those two situations had opened his eyes and made him come to some uncomfortable conclusions about himself.

He was human. And what did all humans share? The ability and need to love...to have someone all their own to be there during life's brightest and darkest moments.

As he finished prepping the turkey breast for tomorrow's dinner, his eyes drifted over to the one he believed was his someone.

He hoped that he had become Olivia's.

"How was your day?"

Olivia shrugged. "Fine for the most part."

Ethan washed his hands then reached for a bottle of wine. Setting two glasses out, he filled them while studying her.

Olivia muttered her thanks when he handed hers to her. She absentmindedly swirled her wine while a slight frown formed.

Ethan reached out and caressed her cheek. When her eyes met his, he allowed her to see his concern.

"Drake came to my apartment earlier." She blurted out.

"He did?" Ethan gestured for them to move into his living room. After settling comfortably on his sofa, he patiently waited for her to continue.

"Yes." She bit out. "He supposedly came on his way to his family's ranch to show me pictures of the progress on the hospital. Her frown eased at that memory. "I can't wait until you see it. It is turning out just like we hoped."

A hint of a smile formed on his lips over this shared dream of theirs coming about. "I can't wait either."

Hearing Ethan say that caused the gnawing worry to grow even more. Was it the beginning of the end for them? Drake's parting words kept repeating over and over her mind. Somehow they seemed more prophetic than insulting the longer she dwelled on them.

"You really think this Ramsey is what you need?" Drake taunted. "One day you'll leave here and he will see the real you in Cordonia. This Boston bubble you're living under is going to pop. What will he do when he sees you as a duchess, mingling amongst the court?"

"You think he'll adore you then? Just wait until he hears all the tales of your years of temper tantrums and cruelty."

"Liv?" Ethan pulled her into his arms. "What happened?"

She didn't want to tell him. She hated this fear Drake had caused in the one area she had come to love. The simple happiness she had found in Boston was now tainted with doubt. He had made her once again hate herself.

Was her act of redemption going to never end? Was she to pay for every word and action she had done for the rest of her life?

Does nothing I do matter?

She closed her eyes tight when Ethan brushed a tender kiss to her furrowed forehead.

I don't deserve someone like him.

His hand rubbed her back in soothing circles while he waited.

Olivia felt tears prick her eyes. He was the only person she had ever known to give her physical comfort. The way he held her as if she was precious to him without trying to turn it into something sexual made her want cry.

She couldn't lose this. Lose him.

But she also couldn't deceive him.

"Ethan," her voice trembled making her hate herself even more for needing him, "You know about my past with Drake."

She felt him tense yet he continued to try and soothe her.

"I do."

She looked up at him and saw his own face etched in worry.

"He...we got into an argument about that and..." It was too hard. She couldn't stand the thought of destroying the way Ethan looked at her. The way he cared for her...

"Olivia," he tried not to let his fear take over of losing her to her former lover, "are you trying to tell me that you..." He couldn't get the words out. He couldn't stand the thought of going back to how his life was before she became a central part of it.

His mind stuttered at that. Medicine had once been his central part. Everything in his adult life had revolved around it. And while it still was a big part of who he was, Olivia had somehow created a niche all her own in that center. Somewhat entwined in it, yet on a personal level, he found that every decision he had made from the moment they met were made about her. From choosing a restaurant she might like to moving to her country to work at her proposed hospital, she had become his life.

Had Drake unknowingly destroyed his life in one brief visit?

"That I what?" She asked.

His blue eyes held her green. "That you want to get back together with Drake?"

Her eyes widened. "Good Lord, no." Her nose wrinkled. "That is the last thing I want."

She felt his arms relax as they cuddled her closer. His forehead dropped against hers as he dealt with the heady relief that her admittance brought.

Realizing he had been scared she was ending things caused a need to reassure him. Her lips met his in a tender kiss. She could feel the deep longing he had for her in his response. He still held her gently as their kiss came to an end.

"What did he say?" Ethan asked.

"He was angry that I don't see the need to keep discussing why our barely a relationship had to end." She bit her lip. "Then he brought up you."

Ethan arched an eyebrow. He had not been around the man enough to form an unbiased opinion. He knew the flare of jealousy was from what he assumed was going to be an attack on his own character in the hopes of stealing Olivia from him.

"What about me?" He didn't bother to hide the annoyance tempering his tone.

"How you'll be when you see me in Cordonia." Olivia averted her eyes. "And how what we have here will be completely destroyed."

His eyes narrowed at such a choice of words. "Why would it be destroyed?"

"Ethan, you," she lowered her head into her hands for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she forced the words out. "You know some of my past already. You've witnessed my temper. But I...I used to be cruel. I've changed these last few years, and it has helped heal relationships I have with some members of the court." She looked up at him to see how he was reacting. "But Drake believes once you hear their stories and see me as the prideful duchess that you will not want to be with me."

"First off," Ethan snapped, "he doesn't know a damn thing about me or how I feel about you. From what I know of you, you deserve to walk into every ballroom with your head held high." He snorted in irritation. "They should be begging for your attention."

Olivia briefly smiled at that. Only he could turn one of her faults into a compliment.

"Secondly, I haven't been known to be the kindest doctor to work with."

"Your patients would disagree."

He huffed. "That's because I work to help them." He pulled her closer within his arms. "Jerk might be the nicest word interns and other medical staff have referred to me." Ethan pressed another kiss to the top of her head. "And my quick temper might give yours a run for its money ." He grinned when he heard her muffled laugh. "And I've never been known for being a forgiving man."

She wrapped her arms around him as she settled her head in the crook of his neck and shoulder. "If anyone tells you about me, then--"

"I know who you are, Olivia." Ethan stressed. "I will never hold your past up as a standard to measure your actions by."

Silent tears slipped down her cheeks.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Don't thank me." He grumbled. "And don't believe what Drake said." He grimaced as a thought struck. "Though I can imagine why he acted like he did."

She swiped at her stray tears. "You can?"

He nodded before resting his cheek against her head. "Who knows how I would react if this was reversed? I might have lashed out at you in frustration if you refused to give me a second chance."

She lifted her head to see his face.

He met her gaze and softly smiled again. "Especially since I am in love with you."

"You--" her lips parted in surprise, "You are in love with me?

"I am."

Olivia knew in that moment what was truly in her heart. All the questions she had asked herself that morning finally had an answer. And all because Ethan had done the one thing that no man had ever done before.

He did not judge her for her past, her name, anything. He accepted her, faults and all, and loved her for every single part.

"I love you too." She smiled against his lips. "I have never loved anyone like I do you."

Their kiss held a new edge to the usual passion. Having expressed their feelings, the need to show just how much they loved one another took over.

While clothes were beginning to be hastily tossed around the living room, Olivia's phone vibrated softly in her purse.

***************

Hearing the beep, Drake cleared his throat. "I know I am probably the last person you want to talk to but I need to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of what I said. I wish..."

He took a deep breath. "I wish you would give me a second chance to show you that I do care the way you wanted me to. I know you're with Ramsey now, but I want to try what you asked me all those months ago. I want to be with you, out in the open."

He lifted his eyes to the ceiling of his hotel room in Kentucky. "I won't keep bothering you. I'll give you time to think it over and wait until the New Year's Eve Ball to hear your answer." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Hana said you told her you'd be back by then. I hope I didn't...didn't ruin what chance I could have."

Pausing once more, he dropped his head in his hand.

"Take care, Libby." He said softly before ending the call.

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That night, Oliva felt once more at peace. In the darkness of Ethan's bedroom, she smiled at how he was spooned around her. His slow deep breaths of sleep lulled her even more into the addictive security his presence gave her.

She kept replaying his words of love in her mind. In many ways it surprised her, and yet deep down she thought she must have already known. Every action, every kind word, every kiss had revealed that he had given her his heart. And she in turn had given him hers without even realizing it.

As hard as it was to find some type of silver lining to Drake's hurtful words, she supposed she should be grateful for them. Her sharing it had possibly prompted Ethan to tell her how he felt about her.

She yawned while snuggling back against her doctor. His arms pulled her even closer as he slept.

She felt both exhausted and wired. The day had been filled with one extreme emotion after another. And yet, the words both men had said kept her awake.

Olivia didn't know if she had it in her to forgive Drake. To have someone that you actually trust bring up the worst pieces of yourself as a threat to ruin the one good thing you have...how could he do that to her? She had been hurt when he didn't return her feelings, but this fight today had damaged them to the point that she wasn't sure if she even wanted him as a friend.

I would never say something like that to him if he managed to find happiness with someone else, she thought to herself.

Ethan had been much more understanding of Drake's actions than she could ever be.

She knew it wasn't necessarily a good thing that she never gave people second chances. Why would she after all the betrayals she had suffered in life? She barely needed both hands to count the number of people she had over the years that had never betrayed her.

Had Drake entered into the category she kept for her parents, Lucretia, Constantine, and numerous nobles at court?"

I don't know, she thought. I don't know how I feel over what he did.

She thought about his voicemail. It didn't matter how sincere Drake sounded or that he now wanted to try. His apology seemed hollow. Perhaps it was because he truly didn't know her now. These months in Boston had changed her, possibly even more than she realized.

She wasn't the same proud duchess that had once sworn vengeance to anyone who opposed her. She had learned the difficult art of give and take. She made herself listen and think through everything before losing her temper or forming a hard decision. It had been an ongoing battle, but she felt that she had a somewhat better control than she once had. Today's fight with Drake had proved that she wasn't the same quick tempered, plan to skewer a person on the edge of her dagger she had once been. She had stepped out of her comfort zone and lived for the most part as a normal person, proving to herself that she truly could survive on her own in any situation.

This venture had shown her that she was more than what her ancestors had stressed a Nevarkis should be. The people in Cordonia would most likely still see her as her old self, but she knew and it seemed that Ethan did also who she truly was. Her strength, her refusal to back down from a fight, her very heart had been used for good.

Drake didn't see it. He never saw the potential she had to do something meaningful and right. Maybe it was because she hadn't allowed him to do so. Maybe they really never had a chance to see the best in one another.

Could we have found a way to happiness if we had not spent years torturing each other with our spiteful words?

Deciding that that was a thought that would probably never be answered, she closed her eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep.

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Weeks went by too quickly for some and not nearly fast enough for others. Edenbrook had closed its doors leaving many with bittersweet emotions. Ethan, Naveen, and Olivia had spent what free time they had packing and shipping their personal belongings to Cordonia. Decisions were made for the two doctors to stay with her in Lythikos while they searched for homes of their own.

While rushing about, Amanda and Thomas came to help a week before Christmas.

On their second night together, the ladies sent Ethan and Thomas to get dinner, giving them a moment to talk alone.

"Did you come for me or for the snow?" Olivia teased when Amanda insisted the two of them take a break from packing and go for a walk.

"Since you have always had the best snow," Amanda replied with a twinkle of mischief, "I always come for you."

She laughed when Olivia snorted.

"Are you excited?" She prodded as their boots crunched in the snow.

"About finally seeing the new hospital?" Olivia linked her arm through Amanda's when they entered a nearby park. "Of course."

"I am too." Amanda took a deep breath and cut her eyes toward her friend. "And I am very excited to see you and a certain doctor together at the New Year Eve's ball."

Olivia didn't bother to mask how happy she was. "I have something to tell you."

"Oh?"

"Ethan, he...on Thanksgiving, he admitted he is in love with me."

"About time." Amanda grumbled playfully. "Each time I visit, I see just how much he does love you."

Olivia stopped their progress through a path of lighted trees. "You knew all this time? Why didn't you tell me?"

Amanda's laughter at the death glint in Olivia's eyes echoed across the park. "Because you would have dismissed it like you always have whenever I brought up heartfelt emotions."

She placed a hand on her hip and somehow did a convincing impression of Olivia. "Please. No man can truly capture a Nevarkis heart, much less make me willing to be his," Amanda managed to twist her lips in disgust like Olivia's as she flicked her hand in a very recognizable gesture, "love slave."

Olivia rolled her eyes while struggling with her laughter. "I don't sound like that."

"Not now that you're in looovvve." Amanda responded playfully.

"Why do I share things with you?" Olivia muttered.

"Because you love me." Amanda wrapped her arm around her. "Not as much as you love Ethan, but I can live with that."

Olivia snorted again as she tried to brush it off. As hard as she tried, a soft smile formed on her lips. "You're right."

"I am happy you both know how you feel about one another." Amanda's teasing turned serious. "It would have driven you crazy with trying to guess."

"I suppose it would have irritated me." Olivia admitted.

“I know it would have driven me insane watching you both tiptoe around the issue.” Amanda grumbled.

“It surprised me.” Olivia admitted.

“It did? Why?”

“I--I suppose I didn’t expect it to happen.” She felt embarrassed just saying it. “I don’t think I ever thought I would meet someone to feel like that... I never thought of any of it happening to me.”

Amanda's heart ached at realizing just how damaged Olivia still was over her parents. Nothing hurt her more than seeing her friend still believe that she was unworthy of love. To be this surprised over a man falling in love with her proved how much she doubted herself. Perhaps it was why Olivia continuously pushed herself to serve Cordonia in any way possible. It might be why she never backed away from danger.

Compliments and recognition had been the closest she had to receiving love in her life

Amanda felt herself adoring Ethan even more for showing Olivia that she herself was loveable. She wasn't the prickly cactus that she had given Liam at his coronation. She had a tender heart, one that any person would be lucky to earn.

"I love him." Olivia broke into Amanda's musings. "It's different from what I once felt for Liam."

Amanda squeezed her in a side hug. "One sided love usually is different. Having someone give their heart to you and work in the hopes of you giving them theirs, I can't think of a greater gift than that."

Olivia nodded. "Ethan does that. I thought that maybe after we admitted our feelings that he would slack off trying to," her brow furrowed at trying to find the words.

"Sweep you off your feet?"

"Yes." Olivia's nose wrinkled out of habit over something so sappy. "He now seems to work even harder to not only keep my love but to make me love him even more."

"Good." Amanda linked her arm through hers again. "He better or he will have me to deal with."

Olivia burst into laughter. "And what will you do if he doesn't?"

Amanda's smile grew. "Don't worry. I've been trained by the best on how to torture a man." She winked at her friend. "You always did give the most interesting lessons."

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Christmas was approaching and with it, Ethan invited Olivia to drive to Providence to spend Christmas with him and his father.

She was both excited and extremely nervous to meet his one family member he had a relationship with.

She was completely out of her depth in this situation. She had never had a man invite her to, "meet the parents,". She knew though how big this was for Ethan to include her in his family's Christmas tradition.

He seemed so happy, so proud, to introduce her to his father.

The drive over had been filled with his sharing some of his childhood memories. Her hand had remained in his as she watched the play of emotions on his face. He was opening up to her again, showing how much he trusted her with these bits of himself.

The modest, in need of a new coat of paint home had surprised her. She didn't know why she expected Ethan to have had a childhood a tad more luxurious than this. He seemed so cultured at times, that it impressed her even more that he had learned all of it on his own.

Ethan's father, Alan, had come outside to welcome her while helping with their luggage.

The genuine delight in the elder's face at meeting the woman his son had brought home made her feel slightly giddy. He teased Ethan with saying he had not done nearly enough in describing how pretty she was.

"I did." Ethan teased back. "You just didn't pay attention."

The three shared a meal with Olivia watching in fascination at their closeness. So many of her friends either had parents dead or were not close to them at all. This was something entirely new.

Alan had charmed her into sharing a little about herself. His understanding smile and deep laugh had made her relax. After dinner he pulled her away from the table while ordering Ethan to do the dishes.

"You're taking her to the mantle aren't you?" Ethan grumbled while fighting a smile.

"Don't worry what we're doing." Alan reciprocated. "Just make sure to soak that pan before putting it in the dishwasher."

Olivia allowed herself to be ushered into the small den. A Christmas tree stood with slightly old ornaments next to a warm crackling fire. Her gaze lifted to the different sized picture frames on the mantle.

Picking up one that seemed to be the oldest, Alan handed it to her. "This was a few weeks after Ethan was born."

Olivia's lips curved at seeing what looked like any other baby. She studied each picture he handed her, giving her glimpses into Ethan's life. Her smile grew at a photo of a ten year old Ethan smiling while puppies crawled all over him.

She then noticed the woman in the background.

"That's his mom." Alan's joy seemed to dim some. "She had been the one to decide we go to a nearby farm to let Ethan choose a puppy for his birthday."

Olivia studied the image of the woman who had so easily left her husband and son.

How could she do that to him?

The sound of Ethan returning caused Alan to quickly switch the picture for another one.

"Here he is with his first car."

"Dad." Ethan grumbled good naturedly. "I'm sure Olivia doesn't want to go down through every mundane event in my life."

"I do." Olivia blurted out. Heat flooded her cheeks. "I like seeing your childhood."

Alan beamed at her. "Here's one of my favorites. He was around five years old and had opened a clinic for stuffed animals."

"Did he?" Olivia cocked an eyebrow at Ethan.

"I'll have you know that I save many from losing their limbs." Ethan smiled at her laughter. "I had to since most of the injuries my toys suffered were from my rigorous playing."

The three sat down and began to talk about Ethan moving to Cordonia.

"You will have to visit." Olivia insisted. "You will always be welcome in Lythikos."

"I plan to." Alan stood and stretched. "I think I'll leave you two to get some sleep." He patted Ethan's shoulder then squeezed Olivia's hand. "I'm so happy you're both here."

Ethan settled his arm again around Olivia once they were left alone in companionship silence.

"Your father is very kind."

He chuckled. "Yes, I know. Nothing like me."

She smirked at him. "Don't sell yourself short. You have your moments."

"I do, huh?"

"I think so." She snuggled closer within his arms.

Smiling to himself, Ethan reached into his pocket.

"Olivia?"

"Hmm?"

He held a box out to her.

She sat up with a start when her eyes fell upon the little velvet box.

"I think you know what I'm about to ask." Ethan said softly as he opened it for her.

Carefully lifting the diamond ring that sparkled in the firelight, he paused right at the tip of her finger.

"You know how much I love you." His vulnerability was once more on display. "You make my life better than I thought possible. I need you, your passion, your heart." He glanced down at her hand trembling in his grasp. “I can’t imagine a life without you by my side.”

His bright blue eyes lifted once more to her green ones shimmering with unshed tears.

"Olivia, will you marry me?"

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chelleblack · 3 years

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DRACO MALFOY DOESN'T DESERVE THE MASSIVE HATE YOU HAVE GIVEN HIM.

Let's talk about Draco, and as in the harry potter fandom, and universally known to others; He is one of the most hated and crucified characters you will find.

Apparently Draco will always be demonized by his actions at 11, 12, 13,14,15,16 years, his comments and attitudes towards his favorite characters will never be forgiven, all the things his family did will always fall on him, and as if no one else at hp did, apparently he was the only human who made mistakes, and he will always be judged by them. Canceled until the end of time. And although other characters commented worse acts than him, and they were adults in them, and they had empty motives, and they did it for pleasure, they are more valid and reasonable than a teenager managed and exploited by their parents.

Draco is the only Harry Potter character who changed and had a literal redemption; And yet people apparently refuse to accept that and keep calling it the worst in the world.

As if Draco came from the family that he was and how old he was, they would not expect that behavior, but something better (as if the influences of his life, and how old he was, did not affect his behavior). It's amazing how many have come to sympathize and seek humanity in Tom Riddle, but refuse to see it in Draco Malfoy. Being that Draco was not a genocide, he only upset the characters that many adore, which was enough to be mercilessly crucified. And say what you want, but canonically Draco HAD NO OTHER CHOICE, JKR did not give him exits, the Dumbludore thing was not enough, the minutes counted were not enough. They cannot say that Draco had options and better paths to take, since he never had a good influence, he did not have half the support that Sirius and Andromeda had, they cannot compare his situation with theirs, they cannot wait for Draco. that he did not have good friends, a good family member, a good person who would give him the support he needed. He didn't have a single good influence in his life to count on and guide him ... And did you expect him to come out of nowhere and reconcile with Harry or join the order of the phoenix? Are they really that naive? Did you really think that things are solved so easily?

As if the last minute option Dumbludore gave him was the correct one, since Draco has already been marked, threatened and thrown into problems that were not so easily solved, as if the weight of his parents and all of the above affected him. . that is not reasonable, it was not reasonable because of the development that jkr told him, she did not give him that help, she just sunk him.

It doesn't make sense, much less can they expect Draco to betray the only people he loved faithfully who were his parents. He did all this for his parents, and his parents are to blame for all this, for his upbringing and for what he had to live because of it.Lucius was one of the first Death Eaters, his mother Narcissa was a woman with terrible ideals, Severus was Voldemort's hand, and Bellatrix was a psychopath. And Draco, despite all that evil that surrounded him, objected and changed. And he was the only storyteller who grew up in that environment and was in an extreme position from a young age, who did not have any good influence, who still managed to get rid of every perverse ideal that was instilled in him. And he saw the light for himself. The boy could have been a worse psychopath than Voldemort, and no one wants to accept this ... it's frustrating how blind they hate him. I mean, that Draco was an annoying kid at Hogwarts has no justification, but a background. And I understand that you were upset by silly attitudes when I was a child but ...Folks, Draco got his fucking karma in the war, tripled. He annoyed Neville, and even made fun of his aunt to his parents, and what happened? Bellatrix ended up torturing him to the point of near insanity, he annoyed Hermione about his Muggle heritage, and Draco in the war was so disturbed and damaged by the things he saw, that he refused to torture people, they preferred to be harmed. , and this is in the book, even jkr is the one that most feeds this senseless hatred of this character, he said it. Draco was severely tortured in the war, to the point that he refused to acknowledge Hermione regardless of the punishment he would get out of it. Damn it, years have passed of this, and the hatred continues, and it has been so great that it has affected even the actor who gave it life. Damn it, years have passed of this, and the hatred continues, and it has been so great that it has affected even the actor who gave it life.I don't know how much suffering, or human degradation they expected to read about Draco so that they would personify him, or feel minimal empathy for him.I say it bothers me that they don't even take the fact that the boy was so lonely and upset by the weight of his family, that his only friend became crying Myrtle, by the way ... a half-breed witch.

He never had a patronus, did not murder anyone in war, and was tortured to the point of near insanity. Maduro, he apologized, he raised his son in the best way he could, he was a good father and a good husband.

And yet the fandom will never stop mercilessly crucifying Draco Malfoy. And that is not reasonable, it is not reasonable to dehumanize a person like that.

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Trust in me - Chapter 8

Jared used to live in a huge house. It was the kind of house that you would see in the movies, with your classic American white-picket fence, and flower beds near the porch, each more beautiful than the last. It had two bathrooms, four bedrooms, and a recreational room. It was the type of home that always had warm cookies, ready to be served, a constant warm vanilla scent wafting through the air.

Now he owns a tiny room below a strip club. One where he performs every once in a while when he needs cash, he lets old men rub their hands - and sometimes other… parts - on him. There are no flowers there, no sun, and all you could smell was dirt, sweat, and sperm. Yet, he’s happier in that seedy little room than he has been at his so-called ‘home.’

Jensen’s apartment isn’t as big as his house was, but it isn’t as small as his apartment either. It's just the right amount of space that someone would need to function properly, with room to spare. There are two rooms, a bathroom with a tub, a living room and a kitchen. Once they got there, Jensen told him that he could eat whatever he wanted, he wonders if that included beer too.

“There’s a tv here. I don’t watch it often, but feel free to use it,” Jensen said, showing him the remote control next to the tv.

He doesn’t know why Jensen is showing him all of this, but he doesn’t ask. Usually, his clients are very direct about what they want. Sometimes they want to be tied up on a bed for hours, sometimes they want to tie him up. They might want to be used or to use him. There’s no place for discussion when he does this, it doesn’t matter if he wants or doesn’t want it. He’s there to satisfy them, to let them forget their shitty lives for a while and get them to feel good, whether he wants it or not.

He doesn’t know what Jensen wants, doesn’t know why he asked him to come to his apartment - he doesn’t know why he agreed.

Actually, he knew why he agreed - because getting fucked in a bed is far more comfortable than suffering in the cold street.

“Do you want something to drink?” Jensen offered

“Can I have a beer?” He asked hopefully.

“Orange juice or water?”

“Orange juice,” He grumbled jokingly.

Jensen smirked before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving Jared alone in the living room. There are a few boxes on the floors with the initials ‘JA’ written on them. Maybe Jensen moved in recently? But he glanced to the right and saw a bunch of pictures standing on coffee tables, dressers, etc. and he sees that the calendar on the wall is open on september 2017, even though it’s actually september of 2018, which means that Jensen has been here for at least a year.

Maybe he was moving out? He wondered, Jensen isn’t happy here - that fact is obvious. Jared sees lots of sad men in his life, whether it was because they felt trapped by working at home, or from being lonely, none of them had looked as sad as Jensen does. On second thought, sad wasn’t the right word for it, more like… disappointed - as if you were to go somewhere expecting to have fun but end up wanting to go home after a few minutes. That’s what Jenssen looked like - like someone who really wanted to go home.

He wondered briefly if Jensen would agree to just drop him off somewhere along the road. He needs to leave town and never come back. He doesn't think Jensen would agree though, he’s lucky that Jensen had offered him a place to stay in the first place.

“Here you go,” Jensen said, giving Jared his drink.

“Thanks,” He says quietly.

They stand awkwardly in front of each other, neither of them knowing what to say or do. Jared’s body is screaming for him to sit down, but he doesn’t want to piss Jensen off. He knows far too well what it feels like to piss off a client, and he had already had enough pain for one night. Jensen isn’t a client, but Jared isn’t a fool - when someone offers you a place to stay for the night they expect more from you than for you to just sleep.

Any other time he would’ve jumped at the occasion, Jensen is hot - hotter than most of his clients. Even though he seems intimidating and unkind he was nice enough to buy him food and allegedly invited him into his home. He couldn’t remember the last time someone let him order whatever he wanted without expecting at least a blowjob after.

But all he wants to do tonight is lay down and sleep for two days straight. He only hopes that Jensen wouldn’t ask him for anything he couldn’t do properly. He’d do whatever Jensen wanted him to do, but his lips and mouth were all ut ruined at the moment and he couldn’t even get on all fours, his legs were too battered and ached in pain. His mind was foggy and he felt as if he was gonna faint at any moment. He’s scared of what his reaction would be once they were laying in bed naked together. He knows how he could react, had suffered from it before, but he couldn't afford it tonight.

Maybe he could just lay down and let Jensen fuck him? God he hoped so.

“You wanna take a shower? Get clean and everything?”

He shivers happily with the thought of a hot shower. He’d been on the street almost all day, and he couldn’t think of anything better than feeling warm again.

“Yeah, please, that would be great,” Jared said with a small smile

Jared attempted to walk towards the bathroom but his knees buckled and the ground came rushing up. Just when he thought he would hit the floor a pair of strong arms caught him around his waist.

“Thanks,” Jared said breathlessly.

‘Don’t worry about it,” Jensen said with a smile.

Jensen helped him to the bathroom, giving him a towel and showing him where the soap is.

“Is it okay if i come in to drop off some clothes while you shower?” Jensen asked, hesitant.

He doesn’t know what kind of clothes Jensen is talking about. What was Jensen’s kink? Was it panties? Latex? He once had a client who’d asked him to dress as a bear. He’s pretty sure Jensen isn’t into that kind of thing, but he knows better than to judge a book by its cover.

Either way, he couldn’t care less if Jensen was coming into the room or not.

“It’s your home so feel free to do what you want,” Jared said, note of confusion clear in his tone.

Jensen frowned as if he wanted to correct Jared, but he doesn’t, choosing instead to show him how the shower works.

“Do you need help getting undressed?” Jensen asked.

“Dunno. You wanna help me?” He asked in a sweet voice.

“No,” Jensen said, visibly upset, “Guess you can do it on your own then.” With that, Jensen walks out of the room, leaving Jared alone again.

Jared’s throat tightens and he could feel his stomach twisting weirdly. Jensen’s stare was full of disgust, as if Jared was so ugly that he couldn’t even look at him. It’s not the first time Jensen had looked at him that way, and that’s why he thought Jensen wouldn’t even try to do anything with him. Who would want to have sex with someone who disgusts them.

He tries to get undressed as best as he can - he probably could’ve used Jensen’s help but he had to fuck it up. The feeling of the clothes scraping against his abused skin sent waves of pain through him.

He steps into the shower and turns the water on, it turning brown from the dirt and blood that caked his body. It felt good, so good that he decided to wash his hair, hoping that Jensen didn’t plan on going anywhere near it.

The soap on his skin doesn’t feel as good as the water and he hisses from the sting of it. The nurse at the police station took good care of him, but she didn’t take care of all of his injuries. Slowly, he dragged his fingers closer to his ass, trying to push the blood away. The man had just shoved something into his ass - Jared still isn’t sure what it was - and it pretty much destroyed him.

The first touch of his finger to his rim makes his whole body freeze, the pain unbearable. He pushed through it and kept going, he could still hear the man behind him, feel his hot breath, and could feel his disgusting body against his - he doesn’t want to remember, he wants to push the memories as far as his mind would allow him to, and to bury it, never needing to think about it again.

He wants to forget, but all he succeeds in doing is letting out a loud, ugly cry that he quickly tries to stifle by shoving a fist into his mouth to bite back the sobs. But it was too late, Jensen had heard.

Jensen knocked slightly on the door.

“Jared? You okay? Can I come in to drop off some clothes?” Jensen asked.

“S-sure,” Jared says stuttering as he hides behind the thickly fogged glass.

Jensen opens the door and sets down the clothes before quietly shutting the door again.

He waits a couple minutes, letting his body and mind calm down before continuing his inspection. He sighs in relief when he doesn't find any evidence of tearing. It's just blood from cuts on his ass and maybe his rim. Good, he’ll be able to satisfy Jensen.

Once he’s sure he’s all clean and open, he steps out of the shower and starts drying himself.

He frowns when he sees the clothes. Jensen must have made a mistake, and he’s almost tempted to go out and find him. He doesn’t, though. Sometimes, people have weird fantasies and it’s his duty not to say anything about it.

He struggles to pull on the grey joggers and the Led Zeppelin shirt that was two sizes too big for him and hung of his frame, exposing the bruises on his right shoulder - which he unsuccessfully tried to hide. The clothes are warm and comfy, the warmth giving him the feeling as if he were on the receiving end of a full-body hug. He let himself enjoy it, taking in Jensen’s musky scent. There’s also a pair of socks waiting for him, which he pulls on rapidly before heading to the living room.

“Jensen?”

“Oh, hey,” Jensen said from the kitchen, “Uh, I didn’t know what you could eat because of your throat - not that I mean - I just - nevermind. I made chicken soup. Is that ok?”

“Y-Yeah, it’s great!” Jared said nervously.

“Cool. Sit on the couch, I’m almost done.”

Jared does as he was told, waiting patiently for Jensen to finish. He has no idea what Jensen’s kink is - does he want to have sex with Jared with his clothes on? He doesn’t seem to be narcissistic, but then again, you never know. Even if that was the case though, what’s up with the soup?

It’s weird - none of his clients had ever taken care of him - everything was so odd. What if Jensen had a baby kink? One of his coworkers, Nina, told him that a man had once asked her to wear diapers and to act like a baby. The best part was that it wasn’t sexual but the downside was that it was fucking creepy as hell. He likes to call his clients daddy and for them to call him baby, but acting like an actual baby? Yeh, that’s definitely not his thing.

But he will play his part if that’s what Jensen really wants. He can’t go back to his apartment anymore and he’s far too tired to go back onto the streets. He’s too scared to, although he’d never say it outloud. His apartment used to be his happy place, now - now, well it’s just another bad memory. Another place where he was abused.

“Here,” Jensen said, handing Jared a bowl of soup before sitting on the armchair next to the couch.

“Careful, it’s a bit hot. I don’t cook very often, but I hope it’s still good.”

“I’m sure it is” Jared said, trying to reassure him.

Jensen had a bowl too, as well as his beer and Jared really, really wished that babies were allowed to drink beer to. Would he be allowed if he put it into a baby bottle?

“Fine. But only one swallow,” Jensen orders, giving his beer to Jared.

He closes his eyes in pleasure as the cool liquid flows down his throat, he almost moans from the euphoric feeling. The beer tastes good, and makes him feel a bit fuzzy, which makes the pain more tolerable and the memories less coherent.

“You up for a movie? Maybe it could, you know, change your mind and everything?” Jensen asked.

“Yeah, that would be great!” He answers back nervously.

Jensen turns on the tv and starts pressing almost every button, causing Jared to be a little perplexed.

After almost ten minutes Jensen had finally succeeded in what he had wanted to do - if the smile on his face was anything to go by.

The ‘NETFLIX’ logo appeared on-screen and Jared watched as Jensen put in the passowrd. Apparently, they’re using Derek’s profile, and Jared gave Jensen a funny look.

“Yeah, I’m not paying for that shit. Derek gave me his password.”

“That’s nice.”

“He’s a nice guy.”

Jensen’s voice has an underlying condescending tone. Jared’s reaction was flushing red, cheeks burning while he remembered how much of a bitch he was to Jensen’s friend. Well, you gotta do what you gotta do - he wouldn’t apologize for it. Actually, maybe he should, he isn’t sure. Does Jensen want him to apologize? He’d gladly do it if it means that Jensen would let him stay the night. He doesn’t know if that man is still looking for him, but just the thought of leaving the apartment sent shivers down his spine.

“Are you cold? I can give you a blanket if you want.” Jensen said, noticing his shiver.

Jared doesn’t have time to answer before Jensen throws a blanket over him. He seems really stressed out and awkward. Jared doesn’t say anything and just accepts the warmth.

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kpopsshipsposts-blog · 6 years

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Hello again (lmao sorry if your getting annoyed from all the request) but can I please have a ship with pentagon and monsta x? Black curly hair, brown eyes, dark skin, chubby cheeks, curvy body, 4'8 and I wear glasses. I am multilingual, I currently know 2 languages fluently and is learning 3 New ones now. my hobbies are editing, making aesthetic collages. I love to do photography, listening to music and sleeping. At first I'm shy quiet and awkward but as soon as you get to know me..... I would describe myself as 4D still is socially awkward, nice caring, understanding, supportive and calm, clumsy. I love smiling and laughing! Which is what I do most of the time. My friends say I have a cute laugh ( Idk why it sounds like I'm hiccuping😂😕). I can be mean, blunt sarcastic and sassy sometimes but I'm just joking around. I am a dirty minded person 😂 (just a little). I do cuss/curse alot I try not to but its hard. For me in SOME situations I cannot say no cuz I'm too nice. I love sweets and I eat them alot too. I will say the most randomest things, ask the most randomest questions and just do the most randomest things at any given time. I really love horror stuff and anything related to horror ( especially Paranormal Activity) but I'm a huge scaredy cat 😂😅. When I listen to music I kind of sing along with the song. My dreams someday would be a photographer, therapist or a singer. My favorite color is black, gold and purple. My favorite season is autumn and winter. I really love rainy days. I am scared of frogs ( past experience) birds, dogs, dead animals, graveyards, Heights, deep water, small gross bathroom stalls. When I'm listening to music I also like to write lyrics to the song I'm inspired by and listening to. I don't like reading or writing that much but when I do write ( like a story or an essay) people/ teacher compliments how nicely worded it is ( does that make sense? Idek😂). I love babies! They're just so cute but I do not like to deal with them when they're upset or when I have to change their diaper (EWWW!😷😷). I act childish sometimes and I whine alot. I love amusement park rides they just so thrilling and fun! This is really weird but I love taking an early morning walk ( like 6 or 7 AM)while listening to music one of my favorite things to do. Not really important but I'm a picky eater I will always refuse to eat vegetables ( except for sweet corn) I am struggling with self-love and social anxiety and so when I get complimented about my appearance or my work I'm very in denial of it. When people/ my friends are upset or sad I always hug and comfort them. I am a listener and we'll listen to anybody's issue or problem without judging. I am sensitive and cry a lot but I don't let other people see that. I also LOVE showing affection/ skinship to my friends but if they're not comfortable with that ill stop. Same goes with me hitting them (lmao I know it sounds bad but let me explain) so in general I hit my friends playfully ( according to them its aggressively) I hit them on the shoulder, the back of their heads ECT. My friends (I know I start with that sentence a lot but I don't know who I am yet so.....) they say I'm also very fun to be around with (sometimes). I'm Ambiverted. Lastly my friends say I'm kind of the mom of the group (KIND OF!). Sorry if it's a lot! Thank you so much if you actually decide to answer this I love your blog so much keep being you, stay healthy and happy hun!💓

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Hi sweetheart! No problem! Thank you for liking this blog ♡ @ilikekpopdealwithitbish here are your ships!

Pentagon:

Kino

This child... Get ready for his aegyo and silliness. he laughs a lot, and looks like he enjoys laughing. He's a bit of a big baby so be careful with how you use your sarcasm around him 😂 seeing as though he's one of the maknaes he really does take on that role. He pouts a lot and doesn't like being teased. He'd love to do aegyo to you to try to get you to give in easily to what he wants. he'd love to bring home sweets and you guys can just chillax and watch movies together. For dates, maybe... A walk anywhere. Maybe go to a football game sometime?

Monsta x:

Ay, this kid too. He'd love that you can make dirty minded jokes because he's a little bit of a dirty person himself 😂 he'd hate to see you cry or be upset because of anything. When you feel insecure or anxious he'd definitely be there to help you over come your thoughts. He'd be a sweet caring bf. For dates, movies or bowling sounds fun ♡

I hope you like your ships!

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This has also been brewing in the back of my mind. If I could write I'd do it myself so thank God for you! I hope this isn't too specific. Beca comes out to her father and it goes badly. Not wanting to her crush/gf(s) to see her upset she goes to crash by a friend but doesn't say what's wrong. When she misses movie night/date night her crush/gf(s) gets worried and tries to find her starting by checking with Dr. Mitchell.

“So, Beca, how have you been? You said you had something to tell me?” Warren Mitchell takes a bite of his dinner, his eyes on his daughter.

Beca twists her thumb ring under the table, glancing down at her dinner. She swallows and looks up at her father and tries to calm her racing heart. She mentally scoffs at herself, since when did she actually give a shit about what her father thought?

…Since always, of course but Beca didn’t want to care, she didn’t want to need his approval of anything because he still hadn’t earned that right. But Beca can’t help but yearn for it.

She clears her throat and picks up her fork, pushing around the peas on her plate. “Well, I’m – I’m seeing someone.” She says, not meeting his eyes, yet.

Warren smiles. “That’s great, Beca, so long as you don’t let this boy monopolize your time and keep you away from your studies.” He says, taking a sip of his drink.

Beca mentally cringes at the pronoun used. “So, what’s his name? When will I meet him? Is it that Jesse boy? He seems nice.”

“Her name is Chloe.” Beca suddenly blurts out, emphasizing the word, her.

Her father drops his fork and Beca winces as it clatters against his plate loudly. “I’m sorry, what?”

The DJ swallows the lump in her throat. “I’m gay, dad. Her name is Chloe. She’s one of the captains of the Bellas.”

There’s a pause where Beca thinks that Warren might actually explode. His face is turning red and when he continues to stay silent, she wishes he’d say something… anything, hell she’d take him yelling at her, but she couldn’t take this silence.

“Dad?” Beca tries, setting her fork down and watching him carefully.

Warren suddenly stands, throwing down his napkin and shaking his head. “No, no you are not gay. No daughter of mine is going to be some sort of sexual deviant.” He advances toward her and for a moment, Beca thinks he might actually strike her, but he merely points at her. “You – I forbid you to see this girl. You’re just doing this to get under my skin, I know it. You can’t be that much of a failure.”

Beca’s heart sinks and she’s pretty sure the rest of her organs have fallen out somewhere on the floor, leaving her empty and on the verge of tears. But as his finger gets dangerously close to her face, anger takes over. She stands up abruptly, not even caring that her chair has fallen back behind her.

She shoves his hand out of her face and glares. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, and I’ll see whomever I want. You wanna talk about failures? How about your failure as a father?” Her voice is slowly rising and with it, so does her anger. “You fucking left when I was 7 years old and now you think you’re just gonna come into my life and tell me how to live it when you haven’t even been there for any of it? No, no, fuck you, Warren.” She screams, chest heaving in anger.

Warren stands there, a little shocked and maybe a little hurt, and Beca takes pleasure in that. “You have never been there for me, ever. I thought maybe we were reconnecting or whatever, but I can see that that’s not going to happen. If you can’t accept me for the way that I am, then you won’t ever fucking see me again.” She says darkly, turning to leave and ignoring her father calling after her.

As she gets into her car, she allows the tears she had been holding back to fall. She quickly pulls out of the driveway and blares the radio, driving just to drive. Autopilot takes her back to Barden and before she knows it, she’s knocking on Stacie’s door.

The leggy brunette opens the door with a smile, but it quickly drops as she seems to take in Beca’s face and overall appearance. Wordlessly, Stacie moves aside and allows the tiny DJ inside. Beca collapses face first into Stacie’s bed as Stacie follows behind her, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What’s going on? Are you alright?” She asks gently, concern evident in her voice.

“I came out to my dad.” Beca says hoarsely, turning her face to the side.

“Oh, B…” Stacie says in understanding. She sighs and turns on the TV before getting Beca to sit up so that Beca can lay her head in Stacie’s lap. “You can stay here as long as you need, Becs.” The taller brunette says, fingers carding through dark locks.

–

Beca was supposed to have been there by now. They had a breakfast date.

Chloe frowns, checking the time again and then her phone. No messages, no missed calls. She sighs, brows drawing up into concern. After a few more minutes, the redhead decides to go in search of her girlfriend.

She checks with Jesse and at the radio station, and then at the tiny brunette’s dorm (where Kimmy Jin scowls at her and says the white girl hasn’t been home since yesterday), and then Chloe heads toward the Literature building on campus, where she knows Dr. Mitchell’s office is.

She knocks on the door patiently until she hears the muffled ‘Come in.’, from the other side. Chloe takes a steadying breath and enters the office, smiling politely when Dr. Mitchell looks up.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but… I–I was wondering if you had seen Beca?”

Dr. Mitchell seems to stiffen. “And you are?” He asks curtly.

“Oh!” Chloe smiles sheepishly. “I’m sorry, my name’s Chloe. Chloe Beale.”

Chloe watches as Dr. Mitchell’s face scrunches slightly in anger. His jaw clenches a moment before he glares up at Chloe. “So you’re the girl my daughter is throwing her life away for.” He shakes his head.

The redhead’s mouth drops open a moment. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’ve gone and corrupted her.” He sneers.

Anger spreads like fire inside of her and she frowns. “I guess Beca told you, then.” Dr. Mitchell doesn’t say anything and Chloe steps up closer to his desk, glaring down at him. “Where is she? What did you say to her?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

Chloe’s fingers curl until she can feel her fingernails digging into her palms. “Beca is my business, Dr. Mitchell. And whether you like it or not, we are together. I did not ‘corrupt’ her. She has always been gay, my presence has nothing to do with it.” She says, a sharp edge to her voice. “Beca likes to say that she doesn’t care about what you think, but she does. She knows you already don’t approve of her and it kills her.” Chloe chuckles humorlessly. “And I don’t understand why you wouldn’t approve of her, and be proud of her, because your daughter is amazing.

She’s so god damn talented that it’s unreal. And she’s smart and kind and beautiful and – how? How can you not be proud of that? What, just because she doesn’t color in the lines? Doesn’t fit neatly in a little box, is different, she isn’t worth your time? I’ll let you in on a little secret, sir… those reasons are what make her special, and to be quite honest, you are the one who isn’t worth her time. If you can’t accept her for who she is, amazing and wonderful, then you don’t even deserve the time of day.” Chloe is practically vibrating with anger and Dr. Mitchell seems to have the decency to look ashamed.

“I hope maybe you’ll get your head out of your ass and realize that your daughter is amazing, whether she’s gay or straight, whether she chooses the unconventional job or not – your job as a parent is to support her, regardless, not judge her. So I really hope that you do come to your senses and you realize what a good thing you’ve got, before you lose her altogether, because we both know that Beca’s walls will go up and you won’t be allowed behind them, ever again once they do.”

Chloe waits a beat, waits to see if he has anything to say for himself, but he just sits there in stunned silence, so Chloe shakes her head and turns to leave. “Have a good day, Dr. Mitchell.” She says curtly before leaving.

When she gets outside, she takes a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm down because usually when she gets that angry and frustrated, she cries and she doesn’t want to cry. After a moment, she takes out her cell to check it again but the only thing there is a message from Stacie. She opens it and her heart nearly stops beating altogether at the message.

‘Hey, Chloe… I wanted to let you know that Beca is here – I thought you might be worried about her. She came here yesterday looking absolutely broken. I can’t get her to eat or… get up and text you.’

Chloe holds back a sob and quickly sends out a reply.

‘Thanks, Stace. I’m on my way.’

–

Beca barely registers the knock on Stacie’s door, or that Stacie even gets up to answer it, but suddenly a body is curling up around her and Beca immediately recognizes Chloe’s perfume. Arms wrap snugly around her waist and honestly Beca thought she had cried out all her tears, but suddenly a sob rattles her chest and she turns in Chloe’s arms to burrow into the redhead.

“Oh, Becs… I’m here.” Chloe murmurs, pressing feather light kisses to the top of Beca’s head.

Briefly Beca hears Stacie excuse herself and apart of Beca feels bad, because this is Stacie’s dorm and… god she just hated herself, right now.

“I spoke to your dad.” Chloe says gently.

Beca sits up, letting out a croaky, “What?”

Chloe looks away a little guiltily. “I was looking for you, I was worried… Your dad is an asshole, by the way and I… I may have yelled at him.”

And Beca can’t help it, she laughs. She laughs and collapses back into Chloe’s arms. “I love you, weirdo.”

She feels Chloe smile against her temple. “I love you, too, Becs.”

–

It’s been a week since Beca came out to her father and it’s been nothing but radio silence, which… apart of Beca had hoped…

And then the other part of her, the cynical part told her that she should have known he wouldn’t, that she wasn’t worth his time, that had been clear since she was seven years old.

There’s a soft knock on Beca’s door and she frowns, wondering who it could be. Chloe had a class right now. Sighing, the tiny brunette gets up to open the door only to look up in shock.

“D-dad?”

Warren clears his throat, looking uncomfortable. “Beca… I… can we talk?”

Beca falters, her first instinct being to slam the door in his face, but… something tells her not to. She nods curtly, stepping aside to let him in.

“Beca, I’m sorry… I – I’ve been terrible father, I know that, and…” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Your—Chloe, she… well to be frank, she put me in my place. She’s a fiery one and… very passionate about you.” Beca smirks at that. “I don’t think I could ask for a better partner for my daughter. I’m sorry about my initial reaction. I’m ashamed of myself. It’s taken a lot of thinking and wrapping my head around it all, but… I know I was in the wrong, here, Beca.”

Beca’s eyes sting with tears and something like relief washes over her. “R-really?”

Warren nods, a small, tentative smile creasing his lips. “Really. And Beca…” He steps closer and hesitantly pulls her in for an awkward, but needed hug. “I really am proud of you.” And Beca’s body sags into him and she hugs him tighter.

“Thanks, dad.”

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #( pitch perfect tag )#( make good choices || bechloe ff )#i had a hard time choosing a pairing tbh... but i hope yall like this #especially you nonny i hope it meets your expectations

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