#at first she rejected the idea of them traveling together

[moonxpalace]

Ash is trying to tell Iris something, but she's wayyy to close, so he loses focus

#I've been rewatching BW and noticed that Iris usually get super close to Ash and seem comfortable with it??? #grabbing his arm or shoulder whenever he gets hurt #or randomly bumping into him or get close to his face when she gets super excited #at first she rejected the idea of them traveling together #even though she did follow him around smh #Iris doesn't want to admit it because she is insecure but she does indeed like him a lot #bw #ash #iris #pikachu #negaishipping

[where-dreams-dwell]

Dexter is a cautionary tale of the need to accept discomfort as a part of life, with Emma as his contrast and aspirational example.

Throughout the show Emma embodies determination and self assurance. The only reason she thinks she can change the world is.. because why couldn’t she? In contrast Dexter has no idea what he wants and kind of resents having to even think about it, hence his jumping between careers and looking for purpose for the whole show.

While Em knows what she wants emotionally (the satisfaction or having made a difference, the achievement of doing what she always wanted) but isn’t sure on the specifics of what that will look like (I’ll write plays, no write poetry, no I’ll teach, okay no I’ll write a book), Dexter knows the specifics (I’ll be rich and famous) but doesn’t know what he wants emotionally (‘what will that look like?’ ‘I don’t know’).

While Dex is always running from uncomfortable feelings Em faces then head on and comes out the other side, able to learn from them.

As Dex is travelling to put off making long term decisions, Em has taken the first opportunity to do what she wants: writing, be it books, poems or in this instance plays.

On holiday Dex can’t allow himself to admit that he fancy’s Em and to leave it at that, he has to run from the honesty and vulnerability of that moment by adding on ‘but I pretty much fancy everyone’. In doing this you could argue that he looses his chance with her for several years, where as Emma’s confidence could have resulted in them getting together much sooner.

Dex misses his mothers last birthday because he doesn’t want to face reality. Instead of reacting to the fear and anger and pain of her diagnosis by spending every moment he can with her, or sitting down to have heart to heart talks with her, or helping her out in any meaningful way Dex runs away and numbs himself with substances, and is passed out for the little time he is in her presence.

When he’s nervous people won’t (or already don’t) like him on TV he again turns to substances to numb his feelings, and (instead of taking Em’s advice to ignore them) looks for reassurance from hangers on who don’t actually know him that well. He can’t sit in that worry/fear/discomfort so he finds a way to stop feeling.

When Dex’s marriage falls apart we see him running away to Paris to visit Em. And sure there are ulterior motives here (his hope and assuming that this could be the start of their romantic relationship) but the writer shows him literally traveling away from the country where his failed marriage, child and previous life were as he is show to be angrily talking about his divorce. As an image it appears like he’s running away from the reality of the divorce or running to Em for a distraction. It definitely supports Ems assumptions that he’s not serious about a relationship with her; she’s seen this behaviour in Dex before.

It’s even funny how in small ways we don’t see him handle upsetting things until the very end. Talking about his first marriage and the production the day became? Dex admits he didn’t want to rock the boat so he didn’t fight anything/reject anything/ have much say at all in his wedding. Sylvie drops off Jasmine? Dex is still at the cafe so Em is the one managing slightly awkward small talk. Jasmine practising her violin? We get a brief moment with Dex too but mainly it’s Em sitting through the recitals. In that last episode when they’re struggling with fertility, Em is the one who sits down and talks out her anger and fear and worry, where as Dex (who probably knew what the root of it all was) was happy to leave her to process it how she need to and support her while she did. If she hadn’t brought it up he wouldn’t have said anything.

That’s not becisarily a bad thing (Dex could have known that Em needed to process it herself before talking to him) but it is interesting that the writers engineer Dex to avoid all these moments of emotional discomfort. It reinforces his characterisation of being avoidant when confronted with conflict.

In contrast we kind of constantly see Em having to face hard moments and working through them.

Don’t know what to do with your life? Move to London to try and aim to work in your dream field. London life and restaurant job not going the way you planned? Commit to Dex’s suggestion of teacher training. Time to confess a secret? Here’s a hugely personal one about my past feelings for you. Past crush admits he kind-if fancy’s you? Stick to being honest about your past feelings and don’t take the opening to downplay them. You feel shit about your life and your secret affair? Well let’s turn that into motivation to finally write that book.

Not happy with your long term partner? End the relationship.

Emma’s whole confrontation with Ian is a masterclass in facing difficult conversations and emotions, being vulnerable and open and honest about your feelings, and finding empathy for another outside your point of view. And look what she gains from facing that hard in comfortable conversation? Closure, and a kind of friendship, one that lasts even after she dies.

When Dex confessed that he hoped they would start a romantic relationship in Paris, Em sits him down and starts that hard conversation about how she doesn’t think that is 1) what he even wants and 2) would work between them. She doesn’t brush off of hide from the conversation. And then when she has more information and time to think she commits to Dex.

Even after they sleep together there’s a scene of Em laying the ground rules, making it clear to Dex what she will and won’t stand in this relationship. That’s an awkward conversation to have but Em doesn’t hesitate and makes sure he knows from the get go what she expects and deserves. The writers are constantly showing us ‘Em doesn’t run from uncomfortable feelings’.

And then the tragic twist of fate: Emma is gone and Dexter finally has to learn to live with emotional discomfort. He can’t keep running because there is no escaping this, not like he did with his mum. Like he says to Imaginary-Emma ‘why would time change anything’. He is going to feel like this forever, there is no escaping it. Finally he is learning to face it, manage it, and work through it.

Of course Emma is far more than a literally device and is her own layered and well established character. But in this regard for Dex it’s almost as if she’s the final lesson for him to work through to grow up enough so he can eventually choose to return to the place they met.

And it could even come across as a reward for him; in learning to live with those difficult emotions, his reward is being able to remember Emma fondly, and to return to the place they met to seek out those memories. The memories are bittersweet, but now he remembers Emma as she was and not how she never got to be.

Like his dad said, he is eventually able to ‘live [his] life as if she were still here’ but in order to do that he first had to accept that she was gone.

#spoilers #one day #one day netflix #dexter mayhew #emma morley #grief #emotional maturity #grief is love persevering #emotionally avoidant #I feel like he runs from pain #and doesn’t know how to handle it manage it #so he ignores it and runs from it #until the universe says ‘fuck you’ and makes it unavoidable #media analysis

[cupid-styles]

touch me here (sugar daddy h)

the final fall/halloween-themed blurb !!!! thank you so much to everyone who read, reblogged, liked etc etc etc any of the writing I put out this month. it was definitely a challenge to post twice a week but I'm so happy to be rounding it out with this reader's choice blurb :))))

in which mia and harry celebrate halloween at a sex club, things get spicy, and harry realizes something big

word count: 2.1k

content warnings: smut (exhibitionism, dirty talk, cum play, voyeurism, daddy kink, a tiny bit of degradation and impact play if you squint, description of facials/multiple partners in a mmf threesome)

masterlist | talk to me

fall/halloween blurb masterlist

. . .

"You wanna go where?"

In Harry's classic, slightly annoying way, he lets out a cackle before taking a sip of his wine. Mia's jaw is still slack, a look of confusion and shock clearly etched on her face. She's not sure why her boyfriend isn't more surprised that his suggestion elicited this type of reaction, but part of her assumes he's just messing with her for his own weird entertainment.

"A sex club," he shrugs nonchalantly, and Mia wishes he would spill his wine on the crisp button down he wore to work today, "I've gone a couple of times and I like it. They're throwing some sort of Halloween event, figured it could be fun."

"You've gone?" 

He nods, "Yeah, before we met, of course. There's no pressure, it's all anonymous. Since we don't have any plans for Halloween—"

"I told you Rena is throwing a party—"

"And I'm not going to a student-thrown party," he says through furrowed brows as Mia's shoulders deflate, "This could be something fun. Different."

She worries her bottom lip between her teeth as she attempts to conceptualize it, but she doesn't know the first thing about sex clubs, so it's difficult to even imagine what it would be like. Harry can tell her anxiety is quickly growing so he sets his glass down on the coffee table and places his hand on her thigh, giving it a small squeeze.

"We don't have to, baby. It was just an idea. No pressure."

"I just... what is it like?" she asks softly, and his eyes widen slightly at her piqued interest.

"It's intense, but also laidback if that makes sense," he says, his throat bobbing as he swallows, "You can watch or you can partake, or you can just sit and talk to people. You get a wristband if you're not interested in chatting with strangers or joining certain... situations. So, we would both wear them since we'd go together."

She nods, and he continues when she doesn't outwardly reject the idea.

"There's lockers when you come in so you can lock your phone up, so no one will ever be able to take pictures or videos or anything," he murmurs, moving his hand up to her hip, "It's... my experiences have all been very good."

Mia rolls her lips into her mouth, her core fluttering as she thinks about what Harry might have done at this mysterious club. She knows he would tell her if she asked, but she imagines him pressed between bodies, kisses sloppy with spit, him being the mean dominant she adores him to be — all as people watch on, wishing they could be lucky enough to touch him. It makes her skin pebble with goosebumps, a shudder traveling down her spine. 

"Yeah, okay," she says breathily, and Harry takes notice of the way she's squeezing her thighs together, "We can do that."

. . .

Mia thinks she may ask Harry to dress up as a greaser once a week.

She can't stop grazing over the sharpness of his jawline and his newly colored hair (courtesy of some messy temporary black dye that will surely take him weeks to rinse out of his shower). His biceps are bulging beneath the formfitting tank top he's wearing, forcing her to take another sip of her Halloween-themed drink so she didn't say something stupid about how hot he looks. 

Much to Mia's surprise, the sex club she and Harry went to tonight is actually... nice. She knew he would never attend, let alone take her somewhere, unsafe or gross, but in her mind, she built it up to be more akin to a strip club of some sorts. This is anything but — they signed in at the front, provided official identification to ensure they weren't minors or had criminal backgrounds, and even had to have STI testing done within the week to prove they were both clean. After that, they locked up their phones and any other technology they had on their persons; Mia swallowing nervously when she realized this was technically when she was supposed to take off her clothes to reveal the costume — or lack thereof, really — she wore tonight.

She didn't give Harry much an inkling prior to getting here, instead just telling him that she had everything figured out. In reality, once they decided on their Halloween plans, she took to Pinterest to find costumes she could wear a set of lingerie for, eventually settling on some sort of sexy bat. It was a poor excuse for Halloween, but Harry's jaw nearly dropped to the floor when she disrobed, revealing a velvet black bodysuit, a leather harness strapped over her torso, and a lacy collar around her neck to resemble bat ears.

"You're going to fucking kill me," he muttered, pushing her up against the cool lockers, his thumbs digging into her hipbones, "Or you just want me to kill every person who looks at you in there."

She'd just smirked cheekily and slipped out of his grasp. 

Which, all of that being said, is how they ended up here. 

They both wore red bracelets around their wrists, signifying that they're not open to anyone else joining. They hadn't really discussed what their plans were for the night, instead just agreeing that they'd do whatever made them most comfortable, even if that meant just renting a room upstairs to be in private. However, Mia didn't expect to sit on the sidelines next to Harry, his hand wrapped protectively over her stocking-clad thigh, as they watch a beautiful blonde girl deep throat two guys.

"Are you doing alright?" Harry asks, his voice barely above a whisper, "I know it's intense. We can leave at any time."

Instead, she just nods, her bottom lip tucked under her teeth. "No, I... I like it. I'm okay."

He smirks, his fingers dancing along the inside of her thigh. "Is this turning you on, sweetheart?"

Again, she nods, her eyes glued to the slight bulge in the girl's throat from sucking one of the men off.

"Do you want to go upstairs so I can touch this pretty pussy?"

Mia swallows and tears her gaze away from the show in front of them. She wraps her hand around his wrist and gently pushes it closer to her core, panting slightly as she watches the cogs turn in his brain.

"You want me to touch you here?" he asks through raised eyebrows, "Are y'sure baby? There's no pressure just because other people are doing that."

He's right, there's a few other couplings and trios on the side also watching, touching themselves or the people they're with. Realistically, though, it's the only reason why she feels comfortable enough to request this from him, knowing that she likely won't be the object of anyone's affection.

"If you want to," she breathes out, "We can go upstairs if you'd prefer— I'm fine with whatever."

Harry chuckles. "I'm perfectly okay with showing off daddy's sweet pussy knowing that no one else can get a taste."

She shudders at that, her eyes fluttering closed as he uses featherlight strokes to brush over the covered clit. 

"But you know the safe word, hm?" he asks, pressing a kiss to her temple, "Any time, we're done."

"Yes, daddy."

He lets out a groan and gently pulls her into his lap, spreading her thighs over his own. He makes quick work to push her bodysuit out of the way, revealing her glistening lips to the room, her hole already pulsating just at the thought of being so open. She can feel his erection pressing into her back, wanting nothing more to twist her body around so she can bounce on his cock, but the thought is too nerve-wracking for her to take action.

She sighs out in relief when he begins to run his fingertips over her clit, lulling her head back against his shoulder. He smiles gently and kisses her hair, his chest vibrating as he speaks lowly into her ear. 

"Do you like watching them?" 

She nods, biting her lip. "She's pretty."

"Yeah?" he smirks, "Do you like being watched?"

"'s fun. Like knowing people can see." she murmurs. He winds his other arm around her waist and tugs at the harness around her chest, a gasp leaving her mouth. 

"I like this. Did you wear it for them or for me?"

"You, daddy."

Harry hums and moves his hand up to her mouth, plucking at her bottom lip. She gets the hint immediately and unhinges her jaw, allowing him to sink his thumb inside. She sucks greedily and he pushes a finger into her pulsating hole, the sound of her moan muffled. 

"There you go, baby," he grunts as she grinds her hips lightly, the friction going straight to his plumping length. "Just take it like the good girl you are, hm?"

Her walls clench around his finger, the praise going straight to her pussy. With a smirk, he begins to thumb at her clit, rubbing small circles into the bundle of nerves. 

"Fuck," she whimpers. He's pumping steadily and she swears she can feel her arousal dripping down to Harry's pants as she watches one of the men finish on the blonde girl's face. With her eyes flutter back open, streaks of cum dripping over the apples of her cheeks and down to her mouth, Mia gasps. Harry realizes it at the same time, her hips stalling — the main event of the show, the girl in the middle of the room, is staring straight at them.

He knows being directly under the gaze of someone may make her uncomfortable so he pauses, giving her the opportunity to murmur out her safe word. He's half expecting her to, but instead, she grinds down against his cock, hand wrapped around his wrist to tug at her harness again. 

"Keep going."

The girl's eyes are still on Mia as she takes to working on the other man's length, cum still dripping down her features. He glances down to look at her, and he smirks devilishly when he sees that she's gazing right back at her. 

"You like her watching you?" Harry asks, dipping down to take her earlobe between his teeth. She nods eagerly and he pushes a second finger inside, her eyes rolling back slightly.

"Naughty fuckin' girl," he mutters, "She's staring at your pretty little pussy, baby. Watching it gush around my fingers."

"Oh my god."

Her limbs are jelly under his touch, the dirty phrases he's whispering into her ear just pushing her further and further to the end of her rope. It's all so much, but she loves it — loves the way he knows how to wind her body up perfectly, two fingers knuckle deep with his thumb pressing circles into her sensitive clit, murmuring reminders to keep looking at the girl so she watches her come.

When the second man explodes into her mouth, drips of cum from both loads drooling out the sides of her mouth, it's what finally sends Mia over the edge. Her legs shake and her walls throb as Harry works her through her orgasm, a look of pride painted over his features as he watches her.

"There's my pretty girl," he purrs, the squelching between her legs making Mia tremble, "Came all over daddy's fingers like the little slut you are, hm? Open up, want you to taste yourself."

Through hazy eyes, she does as she's told, dropping her mouth open so he can shove his fingers inside. She sucks eagerly despite her tired demeanor, licking off every drop of her arousal. Harry smirks and kisses her temple, using his other hand to brush her hair behind her back. 

"Good girl. Did so good for me."

She smiles lazily up at him and his smirk morphs to a grin as she presses a soft kiss to his lips. 

"That was fun." she mumbles against him. He nods, running his fingertips down her spine comfortingly. "Can I do you now?"

He chuckles lightly at her enthusiasm, "Think we've given people enough of a show tonight, sweetheart. Kinda wanna just take you home and soak in the bath."

Her eyes light up at that and it makes Harry's heart squeeze inside his chest. 

"Really?"

"Course," he answers easily, "Even bought us a Halloween-themed bath bomb. Figured it would be fun to try."

"You're perfect." Mia murmurs between kisses to each of his cheeks, a laugh reverberating from his chest.

"I just made you cum in a sex club and that's what makes me perfect?"

"Mhm," she nods, fixing her bodysuit so her bottom half is covered back up. She carefully gets off of Harry's lap and steps in front of him, reaching out for his hands. "C'mon, I miss the heated floors in your bathroom."

Harry cackles loudly at that and follows her into the locker room, where they grab their phones and Mia puts her dress back on, covering the lingerie she'd worn for the night.

He won't tell her tonight, not wanting to fog the existing intimacy of the evening, but he knows for a fact as they wait for an Uber outside the club, bundled up together while she babbles on about how much she loves his heated floors: He's undoubtedly in love with the girl wrapped up in his arms.

#writing #harry styles writing #harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fan fic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles x you #harry styles x oc #harry styles fic rec #one direction

[williamswifey]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 (𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍) - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘

pairing ; player!bella ramsey x fem!reader

summary ; you and bella had been friends with benefits for the last few months. the only agreement? no strings attached. but how could you not fall for bella?

content warnings ; cursing, heavily implied sexual themes, insecurities, angst w/ a happy ending

a/n ; i promise this is the only non-lowercase intended fic that i will EVER post. i forgot to make it lowercase intended and by the time i realized i was over halfway through the fic and i figured y’all could deal with it…anyways enjoy!

masterlist

Bella sat on the side of your bed, putting their sweatshirt back on, which moments ago had been lying in a pile with the rest of their clothes.

You were laid against your pillows, red in the face as you caught your breath. You were laying in a bra and underwear, as you slipped on a t-shirt, turning towards Bella.

Just before you could sit down, you saw Bella getting up to leave, eyeing their backpack which sat against your desk chair.

“Bella? Where’re you going?” You asked, combing a hand through your hair.

“I forgot I made lunch plans with a friend,” she waved off, “I’m late.”

“Oh,” you replied, swallowing harshly as you looked at the ground. Bella’s lips were still puffy, their hair slightly disheveled from your hands tugging at it. They threw their cap on to conceal it’s messiness.

You didn’t know what else to say. You and Bella were friends, nothing else than that. Your…arrangement had begun months ago, when you were both lonely and bored.

Only the problem is, you wanted more. At first, it was a stress reliever, but now, being in Bella’s presence made you more stressed than anything else.

How were you supposed to tell your friend you had feelings for them when you had both agreed it was a no-strings-attached agreement?

How could you tell them how you truly felt when you knew you would just get rejected?

Bella was a player. You knew what you were getting into when you first started fooling around with them. You often teased them for the fact they always had a new girl around their arm, and you never met the same girl twice.

Still, you felt stupid as you watched Bella finishing putting their shoes on, ruffling your hair with their stupid, irresistible smile as they closed the door behind them.

You couldn’t get out more than a half-hearted ‘bye’ as you heard your front door open and close, and you were alone again.

You flipped your head on your pillows, and you could smell remnants of Bella’s cologne on your sheets.

Part of you wanted to break off your friends-with-benefits agreement, but that was truly the only alone time you spent with her nowadays. You used to hang out all the time, whether it was getting lunch or catching a movie together—but now you only hung out in groups, unless they were tangled within your bedsheets.

It killed you to know that you were nothing more to Bella than a friend, and it killed you even more to know that Bella wasn’t looking for anything serious.

Of course she wasn’t. With their constant traveling for interviews and filming, they simply had no time for a girlfriend. You were lucky enough that they had moved their schedule around a couple times for you—but you assumed they did that for others, too.

Plus, Bella was going on a date. They said it themself, lunch with a ‘friend’. It frustrated you to know that they were probably putting an arm around a random girl, making her laugh and paying for her. You felt stupid for wishing it was you.

An impulsive idea struck your mind, and before you could rationalize it, you were grabbing your phone, clicking on Bella’s contact.

‘We need to talk.’ You typed out on the phone, before pressing send.

You were about to power your phone off, too scared for their reply, before a text popped up on their screen.

They already replied.

‘Sure. Tonight?’ The text read.

Through slightly shaky hands, you sent back a thumbs up emoji.

Tonight would either make or break your friendship.

By the time night fall came, you were anxiously pacing around your living room, with no idea what you were going to say to Bella.

‘Hey Bella, I think I’m in love with you,’ or ‘I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on and I’d really like for you to be mine,’ didn’t exactly seen the right way to go.

Maybe you’d just stop the friends with benefits as a whole, and move on.

Yeah, that seemed like your best idea yet.

A knock at your door made you jump, your palms suddenly growing sweaty as you looked through your peephole.

Bella stood behind the door, fiddling with their rings as they chewed on their bottom lip. They looked nervous, almost as nervous as you.

You opened the door after taking a few deep breaths, coming face to face with Bella. Your heart began to hammer in your chest.

“Hey,” she said breathily.

“Hey,” you replied, ushering Bella inside.

Bella sat on your couch, as you stood in front of them.

“I don’t think we should continue our little…arrangement,” you spat out suddenly.

Bella raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, if that’s what you want.”

You bit down on your lip. You guessed this really meant less to Bella than you thought. Was she not going to fight for you? For the both of you?

“What?” You said.

“If you’re not comfortable with it anymore, I’m not gonna make you do something you don’t want to do,” Bella said, sounding nonchalant.

You wanted to scream.

Silence broke out within your living room. Bella glanced at you, awaiting your reply. You didn’t know what to say.

“Do you not care or something?” Were the words that followed your bewildered expression.

“Of course I care.” Bella replied.

“Then why aren’t you fighting to keep this?” You said, your voice raising. Your heart was pounding inside of your chest, this was not going the way you wanted it to.

“I mean…it’s a friends with benefits arrangement—I didn’t realize it meant that much to you…” Bella rubbed a hand at their temples.

“Just forget it, Bella,” you sighed out.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, you’ve been acting so weird lately—”

“Yeah, because I like you!” You shouted, standing up, “you keep ignoring me! You stopped hanging out with me—we only hang out in groups. It’s like I don’t even matter to you anymore!”

Oh my God. You did not just say that.

You clasped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide as you waited for Bella to say something…anything.

“You…like me?” Bella said a few seconds later, chewing at their lips.

“Can you blame me? You’re gorgeous, Bella. But please, I know you don’t feel the same way and I don’t want to lose you as a friend…”

“I need to process this,” Bella spoke, cutting you off.

You shut up abruptly, pressing your lips together as you nodded.

“Yeah, okay.”

And just like this morning, you watched Bella leave, unable to say anything to make them stay.

***

You had moped around the entire rest of the night. You tried to soothe yourself by dressing in your favorite pajamas—fuzzy duck bottoms and a ratty old tank top.

You had been halfway through a pint of your favorite ice cream, watching reruns of Friends on your couch, when you heard a knock at the door.

What the hell?

You couldn’t lie, you were a bit skeptical of opening the door, because who would be there at 2 in the morning?

Maybe it was your exhaustion, but you hadn’t even bothered to look through the peephole as you swung the door open.

Bella stood on the other end of the door, words immediately tumbling off their tongue.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’ve have left,” Bella panted out, “I didn’t leave because I don’t like you. It’s quite the opposite, actually.”

“I didn’t stop hanging out with you because I hate you. I stopped hanging out with you because I didn’t trust myself to not kiss you. I didn’t trust myself to not tell you how I felt, because I thought you’d laugh in my face.”

You blinked, as Bella’s words settled in.

“And I tried to tell myself that I’d get over you—but that was two months ago…and if anything I like you even more than I ever have. But you’re not mine…as much as I want you to be.”

Bella swallowed, running a hand through their unruly hair. You blinked.

“As much as you want me to be?” You repeated in a small voice.

Bella sighed, running a hand down their face.

“Well, yeah,” Bella said, their voice coming out nervous.

“Wait, what?” You asked incredulously, “did you just…confess your feelings for me?”

Bella scratched at their neck, their face going red hot. You noticed the way they began to stutter over their words.

“Um…yes? I assume you feel the same way based on this afternoon…but if you want me to go, I’ll go.”

You shook your head.

“Don’t go.” You pleaded.

“Okay.” Bella agreed after a moment, taking a step towards you.

You weren’t sure what possessed you to do so, but you felt yourself being your face closer to Bella’s closing the gap between your lips.

For a moment, you were afraid you made a mistake. Just as you were about to pull away, Bella kissed you back.

It wasn’t like all the other times you’d kissed. This kiss was full of passion, full of emotion, full of…love.

You pulled away after a moment to get some air, and you rested your forehead against Bella’s.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

You chuckled sheepishly, scratching at your neck while Bella grinned.

“Good thing we’ll be doing it a lot more often,” Bella spoke as you led them inside.

And for once, Bella came in not just as a friend. But as a lover.

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey x you #bella ramsey angst #bella ramsey imagine #bella ramsey drabble #bella ramsey blurb #bella ramsey smut #bella ramsey #bella ramsey x y/n #bella ramsey fluff #bella ramsey fic #bella ramsey x fem!reader #ellie williams x reader #player!bella ramsey x reader

[roryintheir90s]

I'm just thinking about an au.

Fwhip fell in love with Jimmy when they allied. Don't have him wrong. He had a crush on him for a looooong time. That's where the bullying and teasing came from. It was childish it was stupid. He was stupid. Acting like a kid pulling his crush braids for attention. But after they allied.... after finally coming to peace with Jimmy, he fell. He fell and he fell hard! No longer is it a crush but a straight-up feeling of being smitten!

That's maybe when everything blew up, he asked him, begged him to go with him and Gem. They could leave together! Even if it's bad now, it can be better.

He was rejected. Jimmy's faced twisted in panic and fear, scrambling for any thread of reassurance that everything's going to be OK. But it wasn't.

Even after years and years, as fwhip and gem settled down away, in a far away land, fwhip could not stop thinking. Hoping that maybe maybe he will be able to fix everything. Go back and repair what he did wrong!

Go back...

Ah, that's where the idea started to plage his mind. Going back. Back before anything bad happened. Time traveling and stopping this whole mess!

So he begged. He begged Gem to send him back, to find a way anything! Gem didn't want to even touch her wand at that point. Haven't performed magic in years. She was rusty and didn't think for once she could perform a spell like that, if it even existed. But the desperation of fwhips got to her at some point.

Out of curiosity, morbid curiosity she started researching about it. She didn't preform magic, but looking into it would hurt, right? Right!?

Well... she found out how. She found out, and she toyed with the idea, maybe her and fwhip going back wasn't such a bad idea? Maybe they could fix it? She thought clenching the book with spells to her chest. Her hands were shaking, and before she could say anything to fwhip about her discoveries, she turned around on her heel and stormed off the other way.

She couldn't do it.

Until she finally came clean to fwhip. She sat down at a table, her one hand placed on the book as it lay in front of her. Her voice was shaky as she spoke to the fwhip of the ritual. How she can try doing it, how they can go back together. Fix everything.

It took a while to prepare everything for that trip, but they finally did it. As Gem chanted the spell, light started to surround both of them. At first, it was a nice warm feeling, like a warm sun shining softly onto one's skin. Until it was not, and it burned like the 7 circles of hell. it felt as if their skin was melting off, and neither of them could do anything about it. They passed out.

Neither of them knew how long it had passed since they were awake, but both fwhip and gem woke up in their beds. Silk beds. A comfort they did not have privilege to anymore.

Fwhip sprung out of his bed, running to the mirror that was in the corner of the room. He touched his face. It was younger than he was used to, no scarrings of explosion, no wrinkles. Fwhip stared at his own reflection... he stared at a young count of grimlands

#anyway #im tired so its prov written horribly #apologies for that #fwhimmy #AU's talk #fwhip #geminitay #empires smp #empires s1 #count fwhip #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #the codfather #esmp #fish husbands #.txtpst

[sarahmadisonxoxo]

Steve Harrington has trained himself in the art of saying goodbye before a relationship actually ends. Whether that be friends, potential partners, or anyone besides maybe Dustin and the rest of his six kids.

The change is subtle. Steve had been through it so many times that he stopped noticing the moment he started pulling away from people. The moment his thoughts would start lying to his heart. Slowly. Gradually pulling itself away until the inevitable fact of being left alone happened.

His own parents hadn’t wanted him. Wasn’t that supposed to be one of the strongest bonds people could share? One between a parent and child. Something about blood being thicker than water. If he’d been broken enough for his own parents to reject him... why would anyone ever want him?

He’d been desperate to prove the hateful voices in his head wrong. Willing to do almost anything to feel important. To feel like he fit in somewhere. He’d gone so far as to change his entire personality... taking on the persona of the respected and ever-beloved King Steve. Going on with the idea that he’d permanently lock that broken child somewhere deep in his memories to never see the light again. His younger self would be locked away, but at least he’d be safe.

There had been a moment, with Nancy, when he’d felt safe to be a little less like King Steve and more like Steve. She was a good person. Nancy wasn’t only beautiful, but she was brave, compassionate, and easily one of the smartest people he’d ever known. Nancy accepted people for who they were. It was the answer to his prayers. His manifestations coming true. Finally, he was being given someone that could accept him... even for the broken parts.

‘ Bullshit’

The word hit like a final nail in his coffin. Shattering his heart in a way that he hadn’t figured out how to fix.

It worked easier this way... handing out pieces of himself. He didn’t have to give the most vulnerable pieces, instead handing out the parts he didn’t mind losing.

Robin had been one of the first people in a long time he gave a larger part of himself to. After she’d opened up to him on a gross bathroom floor at the Starcourt Mall. Nearly dying with him at the hands of the Russians. It felt safe to trust her... Robin was his soulmate with a capital P for platonic. Their friendship helped him start piecing himself together. Slowly, but progress was progress.

During his days at working at Starcourt he purposely struck out with dates. It was easier for the world to assume he was hitting a rough patch than to let them know he was ready to give up on love.

Enough time with Robin had him ready to start again... He actually tried to get dates, and let it just appear that he was getting his game back.

Countless dates... none of them made him want to risk his heart again. Lovely women. The issue sat solely on his own shoulders...

Eddie Munson pinned him to a wall with a broken bottle at his throat.

Vecna happened.

According to Eddie... Nancy hadn’t hesitated to jump in Lovers Lake to save him.

The world was practically ending again... running back to Nancy felt safe. Easy. Familiar. If only he’d known how stupid he’d feel when he came to realize Nancy just couldn’t love him. She never would.

Surprisingly Nancy’s rejection didn’t break him again, sure it hurt like hell. It struck him hard, but he survived it.

Days turned into Months. Seasons changed, Spring to Fall then Winter.

“ Weary travelers.. it appears your Royal Carriage awaits and I wouldn’t want to delay the King’s plans. We will pick up next week” Eddie’s eyes looked up from the table to Steve, leaning against the doorframe, returning his gaze back to the table. Amusement burst on his face at the annoyed groans and mutters of the kids.

“ They are all yours... your grace.” Eddie’s gaze once again flickered up toward Steve.

“ Steve... My name is Steve man. “

“ Steve, you are free to take your kids”

“ Thank you..” Steve chuckled.

“ Anytime..”

Steve ignored how his heart jumped due to Eddie’s smile, being under his gaze. If there was anything he didn’t need it was to fall for someone else..

Only he was afraid he was too late...man this one was going to sting.  

#steddie #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve x eddie #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve/eddie #stranger things

[love-is-a-pearl]

I just realized I can share some ideas I have for Pearl Scenarios that I don't plan to do anything with and that I would love to see as fics if anyone wants to take them

Dawn going to Pallet Town for the first time in her life. Perhaps planning to surprise Ash like she always do. But being extremely nervous to even knock on the door of the Ketchum residence.

Dawn giving Ash something because she realizes that out of the people that traveled with him, she is one of the few he doesn't have a gift to remember her. Optional: I like the idea of the gift being her bracelet! So Ash has to wear it and remember her at all times uwu

Trans girl Ash discovering her gender alongside Dawn, confessing at some point, all nervous because they're both girls and Dawn being like "I like girls too yknow?"

An AshDawnZoey fic where Dawn is a princess secretely dating her knight Ash. Keeps rejecting every proposal from male royalties but when shet meets Zoey in a ball or something and assumes she is a boy she is down to actually giving this one prince a chance. Once she discovers that Zoey is a girl and both still want to get together, the 3 of them get together to work on a plan so the 2 princesses can get married.

#|→ diving for pearls #pearlshipping #just a bunch of cute stuff that I just can't fit into my own fic series lmao #if anyone wants to take it and turn into fanfics ill love you forever

[hidingoutbackstage]

Okay so Tucker and Kaikaina in Shisno Paradox. Idk how long this is gonn be but it’s gonna go below a cut jic (and so I don’t spoil anything for June lol)

I think the easiest thing they could’ve done to make this dynamic better is just have them reciprocate each others lust from the beginning. Is it funny that Tucker gets rejected by Kai when she proposes time travel sex bc he thinks she’s talking about him? Is it funny that he fucks up her attempts to have sex with people from the past? Is it funny that he has been bragging about having done her back in Blood Gulch and that’s not actually the case (despite the fact that Kai literally says that they did during the s13 climax)? I guess? But you know what else is funny? Tucker and Kai actually going back in time and having sex with people from history. Like I feel like that has just as much, if not more comedic potential than the two of them just being annoyed with each other. I know this is the “everyone is arguing with each other because fuck friendships for some reason” arc but like it didn’t have to be.

Personally I was laughing when Kai and Tucker were talking about using the time travel gun for sex, like that was funny! The episode was literally TITLED “Sis and Tuck’s Sexcellent Adventure” and then they just drop that in favor of these two arguing. Like come on that’s not as funny at all.

They didn’t have to have reciprocated feelings (as much as I personally like them as a ship), there’s nothing wrong with characters having physical attraction to each other and acting on it. Hell up until now it was implied that they did actually have sex. I suppose the idea that they didn’t is kind of a funny subversion of expectation but the direction they go with it isn’t rlly entertaining, at least for me.

And if the intent was to get to the angsty Kai backstory, you could’ve still gotten there! Maybe she and Tucker try to do the time travel sex, but she gets tired/worn out before Tucker does and he doesn’t listen to her when she suggests they take a break from time traveling for a bit, dragging her along to the time periods HE wants to go to without considering her feelings. Still kinda sucks as Tucker characterization bc he should realistically be better than that, but it’s better than what the hell we got that’s for sure.

Anyway she could still blow up at him for being selfish and then they might argue and then later on they can have the heart to heart where she talks about her childhood and being promiscuous due to her insecurity about her own self image, and instead of saying “Tucker what you said reminded me of my trauma” it’s more of a reflection, kind of “Hey as my friend I want to let you know why I’m like this in the first place and why I was so insecure/nervous about saying no to going along with your adventure” and Tucker could still apologize and all that.

Then maybe a confession of feelings from Tucker so he gets a moment of vulnerability too, and like I said as much as I ship them I do kinda like Kai’s “I used to have feelings for you too” cuz ik this season didn’t actually care about these two as a ship, and Tucker demonstrates maturity by showing he’s okay with her rejection.

Although if they DID wanna make them a ship, there’s not a ton that actually has to change in the script for that to happen. (in my version not the version of SP we canonically got) They already get along like friends, they had sex before, and when they had an argument from Tucker being a bad friend, they worked through it. All you’d rlly need is for Kai to eventually come to the conclusion that she rlly likes Tucker, and that at some point, it stops being just as friends and she really wants him, and seeing as Tucker already has feelings for her but cares about her enough to not act on them, there might be some hesitation there but I think they’d make a rlly good pairing after that. Their sense of humor is already similar, they already get along, and they’re just so cute together ugh I’m getting distracted anyway it would make the moment everyone gets thanos snapped to repeat their timelines till infinity where he says “K I need to tell you-” all the more emotional, at least to me, bc that moment lives rent free in my brain anyway I just wanted better writing for these two is that too much to ask

#sid rants #sid watched #rvb #red vs blue #lavernius tucker #kaikaina grif #tucksis #i will get the ship name off the ground. end the ‘sucker’ agenda #tuckerrr

[teecupangel]

Okay. Damn it all, I want AC fluff. Tell me, how do you Haytham would have turned out, if he were an Assassin and married Ziio if he knew she was pregnant with Ratonhnhaké:ton/Conner? Oh! And how would Jennifer act with Ratonhnhaké:ton and Ziio to boot? And fuck it, lets yet Tessa and Edward into this as well, let our boi meet his grandparents! XD

I sorta touched that in A Pirate’s Son so if you’re okay with Desmond bulldozing canon without even knowing the tragedy of the Kenway family, give it a read (or a reread)? XD

That self-promotion out of the way, let’s talk about how we can make this happen without involving Desmond.

For this one, you didn’t ask for Jenny to be trained as an Assassin so we’re going for the route of Jenny not being trained as an Assassin by Edward (although if you want a “Jenny becomes an Assassin” idea, here’s an idea we have before)

This ends with Jenny leaving the Kenway family and becoming an Assassin on her own, against Edward’s wishes. By the time he finally accepts her as an Assassin, their relationship is on the rocks so there will be a lot of repairs that needs to happen first.

But Jenny never hated Haytham and acts as a secondary mentor to Haytham.

In this scenario, Haytham grows up with both Edward and Jenny as his instructors. Birch’s plans are foiled because Jenny found out and took him out as an Assassin and Tessa gets slowly introduced to the Brotherhood to not spook her.

Haytham going to the colonies is because they learned that the Templars are making their move. So Haytham’s canon actions are now on the side of the Brotherhood.

He’s much nicer though but he’s also more reckless, having been influenced by his free sister even though Edward tried to teach him restraint.

His skills would be more on the side of his canon self but he would also use darts and he would use multiple holsters for his pistols. He also has a habit of stealing from others even though he has enough money since the Kenways are pretty rich. He usually steals documents or anything that seems valuable and may provide a clue. If they don’t, he’d just drop them and make it appear like the owner dropped it or left it somewhere.

He fell for Kaniehtí:io hard and asked her to marry him after they slept together, given the excuse of ‘I will take responsibility”. They both know it’s an excuse and Kaniehtí:io rejects his first proposal. He keeps proposing and they actually married a few weeks after Ratonhnhaké:ton is born and Kaniehtí:io saw just how happy Haytham is holding their baby.

That’s when she knew that Haytham doesn’t just fancy her and truly wishes for a future with her.

Edward traveled to the colonies for his ‘retirement’ with Tessa and they build a house in the homestead, acting more as an advisor than a co-mentor to Achilles. Haytham is actually being whispered to be Achilles’ successor. Edward and Tessa spoils their grandchild and Tessa is the worst offender, making the cutest clothes for him and carrying him everywhere even when they all knew he could walk already. Edward tells the best stories according to his grandson.

Jenny only visits when she’s sure her path won’t cross Edward. They’re working on their relationship but she’s not ready to see him in person yet.

She’s not a very affectionate person but her nephew loves him nonetheless because she always tells him the truth and even teaches him a trick or two.

Of course, Ratonhnhaké:ton ends up not being an only child in this one. XD

#not involving desmond is one of the hardest things for me to do #nah i’m joking #i don’t mind XD #i do enjoy adding desmond to everything #assassin's creed #ask and answer #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #haytham kenway

[tojisbbygworl]

Just For The Night - Hobie Brown x Black!Punk!Reader epilogue

Summary: Two anarchists thought one night was all they had. Only one of them accepted it.

Characters: Mentioned-Miguel, Gwen

Featured-Hobie, Miles

Words: 4,090

Tags: 18+, 3rd person, Angst, Bittersweet, Hurt/Comfort, Hobie needs a hug, Sexually Explicit Thoughts, Mentions of Sex, Yandere if you squint, Doesn’t follow ATSV events, Miles/Gwen 17+, Hobie and You 21+Yearning, The authors barely disguised obsession with Older Brother Hobie/Younger Brother Miles head cannon, Slight OOC

author’s note: the moment y’all have been waiting for, the angsty epilogue and the FINAL part to JFTN. This lil series was very fun to imagine and I’m gonna miss these two, Ik y’all will too.

Okay have fun hope y’all cry!

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"Come on...come on..." Hobie's tongue rested on his upper lip as he concentrated on finishing his latest project...his own interdimensional watch.

It was easy, really. There's so much tech laying around HQ that Miguel won't notice a couple gadgets missing from his arsenal. Hobie was a master of pick-pocketing and Miguel should know better. In fact, he should have expected this, what with being the leader of an elite group of superpowered geniuses. He bets he's not even the only one who's made their own and everyone else is just keeping it under wraps. Or at least, that what he tried to tell Miles.

"Don't listen to that arse," he had whispered to him upon leaving Miguel's 'lair', as everyone liked to put it. It was the day after their little get together and Hobie's...ahem...escapades. As he had expected, they were caught. It's really all Hobie's fault for staying with Y/N so long, but Miles definitely placed all the blame on himself. Miguel was his usual annoyed and angry self, but since it was directed at them, and Miles was such a people pleaser, he scared him good. Miles looked like a ghost leaving that room with Hobie. "He'll forget about it in a week, trust."

Unfortunately, his words went unheard as Miles continued to stare at the ground while they walked. Hobie pat him on the back. "Oi, cut yourself some slack. So you got in trouble for the first time, there's many more to come what with a boss man like that."

"Y-Yeah..." the kid managed to squeak out. Hobie frowned feeling regretful. It hurt seeing him so dejected. Needless to say, Hobie would not be asking Miles to dimension-hop any time soon, not that he would even want to.

Gwen gave Hobie an earful too; Miles was so afraid of being caught again that he only wanted to meet at HQ, much to her displeasure. "You better fix this," she said, finger waving angrily in his face.

So, here he was, many months later with his 3rd prototype, hoping and praying that it would work. He already ran the idea across Miles who swiftly rejected it. He was shocked at how many things Hobie had to steal to work on it, and his conscious would never allow for that. That's fine, Hobie can do all the stealing for him.

"Why are you doing this anyway?" Miles asked him on his 2nd prototype.

"Why not?" He obnoxiously responded. Miles huffed and rolled his eyes. “Maybe I want to see my bro again without Miguel hounding him for it.” He suggested. “Gonna make you your own when I’m done with this one.”

Miles held his hands up and shook his head. “Woah, nuh-uh. No sir. I don’t want nothing to do with that.”

Hobie shrugged. “Fine, then. I’ll make it for Gwendy instead.”

He seemed fine with that, and Hobie knew that at some point he would warm up to the idea of having his own watch. Until then, he didn’t mind traveling over to Earth-1610 whenever he could.

Hobie had to be completely honest with himself. Them getting caught and Miles’s paranoia was the the original reason he began this project, but it wasn’t the only reason. There was someone else he was trying to see on Earth-1610.

Since that day, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. Often times he was caught daydreaming by his friends and colleagues alike. Hobie was never someone who had their head the clouds, it was very jarring to see. During these moments he was remembering her sweet voice, her amazing personality and even better music taste.

He had so much respect for her and what she’d been through. He wished he could just give her a hug. Pick her up and take her to where she’ll be safe. With him. For as long as possible.

He also remembered how mesmerized he was seeing her face for the first time. And her body. Her tits constrained by her fishnets with her nipples pressing against the string. How sweet she tasted while she gushed into his mouth, how good it felt when she squeezed herself around him, and wishing he could have came inside her instead of a condom. He’s become the owner to many injuries during missions and countless teasing from his band mates.

All the more reason to finish this watch as quickly as possible. Clearly, his brain was telling him that he needed to see her again. He needs to hear her voice, feel her touch, lick her clit, make her scream his name.

Okay, he was getting a bit carried away, but the point was, as time went on, the ache in his chest grew, and found himself missing her more and more. He’s been spending all of his free time on this hunk of junk, he needed to finish this for his own sanit-

There was a small beeping sound. Then, light.

“Oh, shit!” He exclaimed as it turned on. So as to not fuck it up, he placed it down gently onto his desk and backed away from it. When he tried to turn on the 1st one, it sparked then died. And the second turned on completely only to blow up in his face soon after.

He took in a deep breath, “Okay.” Grabbing the device with his sweaty hands, he pressed a few buttons. 1-6-1-0.

He stepped back and watched the portal open. He gave himself some time to calm down after jumping around and pumping his fists in the air, took another deep breath, and walked in…

…only to end up inside of his own bedroom.

“Ugh,” he threw his head back and rolled his eyes at the ceiling. So he created a watch that could make portals, just not inter dimensional ones. That’s okay. It’s a start. Next time, he’ll get it.

~

Okay, so he didn’t get it next time. This time, it goes to the wrong universe. It’s always nice seeing Spider-Sun anyway. It’s cool. It’s whatever. Next time.

~

So he didn’t get it right again, what’s the big deal? So what if this one only goes to one universe even though his last watch could do multiple? Next time for sure.

~

It caught on fire.

~

It melted.

~

This one just fell apart.

~

By the 15th attempt, Hobie was burned out. At this point, he was just doing it out of boredom. He was close to calling it quits, but something was telling him not to give up. The next one, for sure.

“Pfft, yeah right.” he scoffed to himself after turning on the 16th and final prototype. If this one didn’t work, then that was it. Gwen would just have to deal.

He stared at the forming portal in complete disinterest. At least it turned on this time, but he had the strongest feeling that this one was defective. Why wouldn’t it be? All the other ones were.

Hobie sighed and walked through it, ready to end up in the middle of a jungle in some other dimension. “Just one last time…”

~

Y/N’s not sure what she’s still doing awake. It was extremely late and she had accepted an early booking tomorrow. She should be asleep, it’s never good to tattoo when you’re sleepy. However, her body just refused to relax.

She was bored as all hell scrolling through Instagram and Twitter on her phone. There was nothing else better to do. She already smoked, ate, and gotten ready for bed. From her laptop the theme song to Pretty Little Liars echoed through the room.

Almost every night was this way, relaxing in the comfort of her own home, a show playing on her computer or music through her speaker, eating pasta, a joint in her hand. And as calming as it was, as much as she needed this serenity in her life, she wished there was more.

She’s not entirely sure what she means by ‘more’. She goes out with friends a lot, but after an hour or two, her head starts to hurt from the weed and alcohol and all she wishes is to be in her soft comfy bed. No, she definitely didn’t mean partying or nightlife. She had the smallest inkling that there was something out there. Something bigger than her. She wanted it so badly, but she doesn’t even know what ‘it’ is.

The last time she felt any sort of rush or excitement was months ago, the night of the concert. Whew. That man, Hobie, was the finest looking thing she had seen for a while. She doesn’t know what got into her that night, telling him all her business like that. Was she insane?

Was he? He did tell her he had killed a cop, and he proudly wears his achievement. As he should. She really really liked that about him. His boldness. And he wasn’t just that, he was also kind and respectful, even though she would have let him do whatever he wanted to her without having to ask.

He wasn’t afraid to let her know that he wanted her, badly. And that was probably the most attractive thing about him.

She woke up that morning feeling stupid when the cold bed made her heart pang and eyes water. Why was she even sad? This is what they agreed on. He finished the roach with her, took down her hair, fell asleep sucking on her tit, then left at some point during the night. No problems, no complaints. Maybe that’s what made her so sad.

She wished he stayed until she woke up, or at the very least, shook her awake when he was getting ready to leave. But, it’s on her for having a crush on him.

It got better as time went on. She still missed him dearly, but she began to accept that he was just one of those people you meet once and then never see again, but that you’ll never forget. She does know that if it was possible, she would be open to seeing him again, but it wasn’t.

Hobie wasn’t the only guy who had been plaguing her mind for the past few months. Recently, she found herself becoming more intrigued with Spider-Man. He was an enigma, no one really knew much about him or where he came from after Peter Parker’s death. She heard he was Puerto Rican, which she thought was pretty cool.

What intrigued her was sometimes Spider-Man wasn’t around. It happened around a year ago, now. He used to be everywhere. At every problem in Brooklyn from petty crime to another monster of the week. At some point last year, some crazy scientist at Alchemax had turned himself into a lizard and almost turned everyone else in the city into one too until he came flying in at the last moment. After that, it’s been extremely close calls. Y/N’s friend, Kailani, witnessed the whole thing from where the both of them were supposed to meet up. She said Spider-Man came in through a portal in the sky. Weird.

Things always turned out right in the end. Somehow, someway, he would show up eventually. But Y/N wondered, what could be keeping him so occupied?

The water from the shower turned off and she heard the curtains draw. After 15 minutes of rumbling in the bathroom, the door opened. She put her phone down to acknowledge the presence in her bed room. “Still awake, ma?”

She nodded although knowing he was about to join her made her eyes a bit heavy. Mattias turned off the light and hopped in bed. With his head on her chest, she felt warm and comfy as he completely engulfed her body. He was shirtless and had his arm around her waist. That along with the insulation from the blanket almost made her knock out.

Mattias put her phone on the nightstand. “I didn’t ask you to do that,” she said jokingly.

“You always looking at that thing,” he answered. “Time to give me attention.”

“Well that’s too damn bad ‘cause I’m about to go to sleep.”

He smacked his teeth. “So you can be awake all this time but as soon as I want to get in bed with you, you want to sleep?” She didn’t answer, giving him a fake snore as a response. “Ight, then.”

He starts to roll over in the bed until she grasps his torso. He laughs and adjusts the both of them so that her head was laying on his chest instead. “You still want to go to sleep, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” she says, her brain already shutting down.

“Go to sleep then, pretty girl.”

Ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of her head to check her blinds, she drifted off into a deep and comforting sleep, her last thoughts being Hobie, Spider-Man, and the unknown. She could feel in her heart that there was more to the world than it seemed (apparently scientists are theorizing the existence of alternate dimensions) and she desperately wanted to know more about it. Maybe even see it for herself. But, right now she was just a girl (wanted felon but whatever) who lived in a small apartment in Brooklyn, working at a tattoo and piercing shop and occasionally getting involved with dudes from Queens like the one laying in her bed currently. He probably wouldn’t be there next week and the week after there’ll be a different one. And she was okay with that…

…Hobie was far from okay.

When he stepped through the portal he walked to the edge of the building’s rooftop. When he looked at the gigantic Koka-Kola billboard he knew he was in the right place. “Finally,” he yelled. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, an overwhelming sense of pride filling him.

On another billboard, the time was 1:01 am. “Shit,” he said to himself pulling his mask over his face. He immediately got to swinging towards where he remembered she lived. “I hope she’s up.” And even if she wasn’t , he would come see her another day.

When he turned on the corner of her apartment building, he let out a silent “yes”. He could see her room light was on through her window. But, before he could reach it, he paused and took a second to think.

How was he going to greet her again? It was 1 in the morning, and she hadn’t seen him for a while. She thought she would never see him again. How would she feel about him knocking on her door right now? How would that make him look?

Hmm…maybe he didn’t think this through all the way. He should go then come back at a better time…but, what time would be better? He doesn’t know her schedule and he won’t know what time it is. Shit…what should he do?

Okay, maybe he won’t talk to her tonight. He has to come up with a better plan. But, at the very least, he just has to see her.

His heart grows frantic as he swings to her rooftop. He jumped side to side for a minute and took some deep breaths to psych himself up. Then, he climbed off the roof and down to her window. To anyone else, this would have been creepy and an insane invasion of privacy, but Hobie couldn’t find it in him to care. He ignored everything in him telling him this was a bad idea.

He should have listened.

When he first laid his eyes on her again, he felt the butterflies he felt that night, but tenfold. She was just on her phone, obviously bored. He wanted to kiss her and watch her poker face turn into a cute smile. She looked adorable with her little bonnet and oversized t-shirt. He was so busy admiring her that he failed to notice the man walking in until she acknowledged him first.

Watching some guy waltz into her room like he lived there, pants hanging low and his shirt missing almost made him fall. All he could do was stare as that same guy plopped onto her and her bored look became happy. Hobie watched the two of them fall asleep in each other’s arms then crawled back to the roof and sat on the ledge.

His mask made him expressionless, But underneath it, he was hurt. He looked at his hands in defeat. He tried to be numb, but then he continued to think about what had just happened. He was desperate to see her again, to talk to her, to hold her, to kiss all her problems away. Now that he had his new watch, he could have had something with her. But he couldn’t think that anymore.

His chest twisted and curdled in anxiety and dejection. He had to admit it, he was heartbroken. He knew the two of them had a connection that night. He knew she felt it. The second round was just as good if not better than the first. She rode him in her bed slowly and sensually. His voice cracked so much that night, she had him absolutely gone. ‘I wish I could stay inside you’. Why would she tell him she wanted the same? Was it just sex?

He’s being ridiculous. He knows what happened: she moved on.

He didn’t want her to. He really didn’t want her to. He should have told her that he would see her again. He should have…done something.

Hobie lifted his legs and turned around to sit down on the roof. With his legs angled and knees in the air, he pulled off his mask to reveal his anguished face.

Hobie looked into the night sky. He was way too hung up on this girl. Look at him, sitting on her roof fighting tears because she has someone who isn’t him. Serves him right for getting a crush.

Man, maybe Miguel has a point about universe-hopping.

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Tap Tap Tap

Groggy as all hell, Miles blinked slowly as the sound on the window woke him up. He looked in annoyance quickly shifting to happiness then worry once he realized who it was. “Hobie?” He checked the time on his phone that was charging next to him. “After 1:15 in the morning, bro?”

Miles stood up and cracked his back. Hobie moved to the side as the window opened and took off his mask. “‘Ight man, what’s up? Anomaly? Miguel?” He sounded dead tired, but once he saw his downtrodden expression, his nerves were on 10. “You okay?”

It wasn’t the first time they sat atop the dormitory’s roof, but it felt different now. The mood was serene but heavy. Hobie hadn’t really said a word, just messing with something in his lap. He had started climbing and Miles followed.

Hobie was sitting up with his legs crossed whereas Miles laid on his back a bit of a distance away. His hands behind his neck, he stared at the star speckled dark blue sky. Every once in a while he stole a look at Hobie’s back. It was beginning to scare him just how quiet he was. He seemed out of it, he’s never seen him like this before.

But, he wouldn’t push him if he wasn’t ready. Maybe he just needed to be with someone right now.

Still, he wanted him to say something. “So,” he started, Hobie turning his head only slightly to indicate that he had heard him. “You finished that watch then?”

He smirked and huffed. “Yeah, I did.”

The small joy Miles felt from getting him to talk was fleeting. Hobie tensed up again and went back to fiddling with said device. He couldn’t believe how excited he was to finish this thing…to see her.

He sighed and laid on his back as well. Miles held his breath waiting for him to say something. “Miles…I’m sorry.”

The boy furrowed his brows. “What for?”

“I don’t think I ever properly apologized for getting us into trouble like that.” A distant star passed through the sky. “I know how much this job means to you. I was being reckless.”

Miles smacks his teeth and smiles. “Man, don’t even worry about it.” He closes his eyes. It was nice to hear that apology, even though he would never dream of holding what happened over his head. “I know what you was doin.”

They laughed together. Then, Hobie’s small smile faded and it got quiet once more. “I went to see her again.”

“I thought so.”

“She found someone.”

Miles hisses and rests on his elbows to look at him. “Damn,” He sits up fully. “I’m sorry, bro. That must suck.”

Hobie sighs. “Yeah. Lil’ bit.”

“Hey, don’t feel too bad. I bet she missed you just as much as you missed her.” He comforts. Hobie thinks about what he said for a minute. He hopes he was right. He hopes she wanted him to come back to her, but accepted that he wasn’t.

“That’s a nice thought,” he answers. ‘Missed ’ was an understatement.

From the way he grew quiet again, Miles could tell that Hobie’s heart was very heavy. He didn’t really know what to say. Miles wasn’t exactly an expert in relationships, or women in general; he was still trying to figure out his. But, he knows that if he ever found out Gwen was seeing someone else, he would need a big fat hug. So that’s what he did.

He got right next to Hobie and squeezed his shoulders. “It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered. Hobie nodded and looked into the sky.

“Yeah,” he said. “I know…”

“…Can you do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Will you at least watch over her for me? Make sure your dad doesn’t get his hands on her, yeah?”

Miles laughed. Of course the only girl he’s ever seen Hobie get choked up over is wanted by the police. To which extent, he didn’t know. And he really didn’t want to find out. “Yeah, I got you.”

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“You’re fucking lying.”

“I’m telling you, girl. Cameron said he saw Spider-Man outside your window.”

“What was Cameron doing outside at 1 in the morning?”

“Who cares what he was doing? Spider-Man is keeping tabs on you. Maybe you’ve been targeted by an evil scientist. Or some shit.”

“Stop playing.”

“Spider-Man might be following you around. Tell him I said hiiiiii~.”

“Bye, girl.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N hung up her phone. Tati had frantically texted her in the middle of a piercing walk-in saying it was an ‘urgent matter’. Thankfully, her client was cool enough to let her answer while she continued.

“What was that all about?” The boy asked her. He was a nice kid, and very nervous for his first piercing. The whole situation was a bit strange. He walked in with a friend and a guy that looks absolutely nothing like the either of them who couldn’t shut up about how he met Spider-Man the other day. Then he signed the written consent form and dipped.

“My home girl calling me about some crazy shit,” she answered, almost done preparing her station. “She thinks Spider-Man is spying on me.”

The boy cackles really hard and wipes his eye. She didn’t think it was that funny, but whatever floats his boat. “What?” He wheezed. “That’s insanity.”

“I know, right?” She took the alcohol wipe and cleaned his cartilage. He started shaking a little, and she could see how small his pupils were. He was also…really sweaty. Teenage boys.

“You okay?” She asked. “You didn’t eat, right?” He shook his head.

“I’m fine,” he said nervously. He was a bad liar. “Just…excited.” A really bad liar.

“Just relax, okay? I’ll take care of you.” She clamps his ear and he yelps. The both of them stare at each other. “This yo last chance.”

He takes a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”

“Okay then.” She grabbed the needle and prepared to puncture it through his ear. He was trying so hard to be brave but man this kid was afraid. She laughed a bit. “I promise it’s not that bad…what’s your name again?”

“Oh, it’s Mi-AHH!” It was over just as quickly as it started. She was right. It wasn’t as bad. Now he just had to worry about what he would tell his parents when they saw him with it. “…miles…”

“Okay, Miles. We’re all good.”

ending a/n: okay now that’s it! Y’all ain’t getting nothing else from this lil series so don’t ask!

Fr tho guys, this was rly nice to write. Hobie is a lil OOC to me here but I can’t help but write men being absolutely obsessed with their girl it’s my favorite flavor.

Also thank you for choosing the epilogue for those of you who did bcs not only do I not have any business starting a whole new story while I’m literally in the middle of two, I really was gonna break yalls hearts with the story. Y’all would have been MAD AT ME! Shit, I would have been mad at myself.

Anyway, pls check out my other ATSV fics and Toji if you’re into him. Finish this off by saying please go see Rico Nasty live before you die, stay super freaky, have great vagina, I luv yaaaaa🩵

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#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spider punk x reader #hobie brown x you #black reader #spider punk x black!reader #hobie my beloved #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x reader

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Hello! May I ask ❤️ 1,3 and 4 for Lilia? Thanks!

Lilia Vanrouge: 

1. ♥ Do they seek out love or let it find them? Are they even interested in romance?

Lilia has no issue patiently waiting for that one special person. He can’t say it’s at the forefront of his mind but he’s not adverse to the idea either. He was more worried when he was younger about finding that ‘forever person’ but at this point, he wants to live as he wishes. If love comes along it’s another experience to add into his book of life, but he’ll appreciate all the love he already has in his life at the moment.

3. ♥ Tell us about a time they were rejected.

It felt like it happened so long ago, and Lilia had felt quite scorned at the time though now it felt silly. He wasn’t naïve when he was a younger fae but he was stubborn, and he was very much in love with a brazen warrior who had no interest in being in love. He had wasted his own time in attempting to woo her as she made her intentions clear from the start but he felt like he couldn’t turn around now; she had inspired his love of travel and despite not seeing her for a great deal of years, he hopes she’s doing well.

4. ♥ Do they spend a lot of time in the courting stage or attempt to get to first base as fast as possible?

Lilia is going to take his time. He has a lot to him and it’s not so easy to get to know a person just within the first few weeks of dating them. Even years later, there can be moments where a rarely seen habit pops up; it helps to keep things fresh and to continue surprising each other. As a fae he doesn’t really feel like time is an issue but depending on your own timeline, he might be willing to speed up the process.

15. ♥ Do they enjoy talking to their partners before going to sleep or is it straight to dreamland?

Lilia can be a chatterbox when he wants to be. It’ll normally be about something new that happened that day with Silver and Malleus, or something amusing Sebek did that Lilia was still giggling over. You like having these little bedtime chats with Lilia because it makes you feel warm and cozy, like you’re a couple whose been married for a century.

16. ♥ Do they have at least one bonding activity they devote to doing with their partner exclusively?

He likes to listen to or make music together. If you play an instrument it’s even better and he’ll have you put on little concerts for him, but he enjoyed doing things like karaoke too. His skill at said hobby is questionable at best but he couldn’t help that he enjoyed hearing your voice.

17. ♥ What sort of characteristics or quirks draw them to someone?

Wise beyond their years.

Fun-loving.

Witty.

Interest in traveling/other cultures.

Curious.

#Lilia Vanrouge #Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Disney Twisted Wonderland #Disney TWST #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Lilia Vanrouge x Reader #Courting Meme

[haunted-xander]

Chiaki and Ryota had been traveling together for a while now. Surviving the apocalypse isn't exactly... easy. So grouping together is always a good idea, even if it means you'll have to split your resources. At least all those survival games made it seem like it. Teamwork is always better than working alone, I think.

"...Huh? what's that sound?" Looking up from where she'd been seated on the ground, she noticed a pair of lights in the sky. "Is that... a helicopter?" As the sound of harsh wind resistance got louder, she could confirm that it was, indeed, a helicopter. And not only that but... "HEY! YOU TWO, DOWN THERE! WE ARE MEMBERS OF THE FUTURE FOUNDATION, AND WE ARE HERE TO SAVE YOU!" a voice shouted from the airborne vehicle. Oh, and is that...?

The helicopter descended nearby, and out walked two men and a familiar woman. Yukizome-sensei... "You two. Based on your uniforms, you must be former Hope's Peak students, right?" A gruff man spoke out. I feel like I've seen him before... Ah, right. He worked security... I think. "Oh, there's no need to wonder. Nanami-san, Mitarai-kun! It's so lovely to see you again! I'm so happy you two are safe and sound, your dear old teacher was so worried!" Chisa ran towards them with her arms outstretched, clearly aiming for a hug. Both Chiaki and Ryota flinched and side-stepped her.

"Huh...? Aren't you happy to see me? C'mon a little reunion hug won't hurt!" Chisa looked confused and upset at their rejection, but Chiaki could see the underlying frustration at the lack of trust. ...I want to be happy to see her but... I know she's still brainwashed. If only I... "Come now, Chisa. They're probably just shaken, is all. I'm sure they will be more open to your affections once they've calmed down." The other man, wearing white, said placantly at Chisa. A light scoff could be heard coming from the gruffer of the two, unheard by other.

Looking back at the white-dressed man, Chisa smiled softly. "Ah, of course. You're absolutely right as always, Kyosuke!" Ah, so his name is 'Kyosuke'. "I'm so sorry if I scared you two, I was just so relieved that you where safe!" Liar. Kyosuke and the gruff man then approached them and gestured for them to enter the helicopter. "Ah, but first things first, we should introduce ourselves! Of course, you already know your dear old teacher, Chisa Yukizome - former Ultimate Housekeeper and currently the director of the Future Foundations 5th division! Buuuut these two men are probably total strangers to you, right?" Looking slightly embarassed, Kyosuke let out a small chuckle. "Yes, of course. How impolite of me. I am Kyosuke Munakata, the vice leader of Future Foundation and the former Ultimate Student Council President." With what seems to be a perpetual scowl, the gruff man followed suit, "I'm Juzo Sakakura. You might've seen me around Hope's Peak since I worked security there. I'm the former Ultimate Boxer and currently the director of the 6th division."

As they entered, Chiaki noticed that Chisa was still standing outside with her back turned to them. Even though she couldn't see her former teacher's face, she felt her form oozing with malice. Munakata-kun and Sakakura-kun don't know she's brainwashed... I'll need to tell them eventually.

I need to make sure Yukizome-sen- ah, san? Yukizome-san doesn't cause any more despair.

#chisa is in trouble! theres at least one person who knows shes Despair™ #also. dont expect much of kyosuke and juzo bc i dont. know how to write them #chiaki nanami #chisa yukizome #kyosuke munakata #juzo sakakura #ryota mitarai #remnant searcher chiaki au #danganronpa #super danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #danganronpa 3 #dr3 #art #my art #xanders art #xanders haunting art #digital art #fan art #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

[bestworstcase]

on reflection i’m betting the identity arcs in v9 will turn on the fulcrum of the discussions in 2.9 & 2.10 regarding why the kids wanted to become huntresses—in part because the emotional contours of those discussions align quite closely with the emotional crises set up for yang and ruby in v8, and in part because those discussions also laid the foundations for the identity arcs weiss and blake went through in v4-5.

so--oobleck asks yang, weiss, and blake why they chose to become huntresses, rejecting yang’s first answer (that she did it to fight monsters) because “no, that is what you do. i want to know why you do it: the honest reason as to why you want to become a huntress.”

their answers are:

YANG: The honest reason? I’m a thrill-seeker. I want to travel around the world and get wrapped up in as many crazy adventures as I can, and if I help people along the way then that’s even better. It’s a win-win, you know?

&

WEISS: It’s exactly as you said, I’m a Schnee. I have a legacy of honor to uphold. Once I realized I was capable of fighting, there was no longer a question of what I would do with my life. It was my duty.

&

BLAKE: There’s too much wrong in this world to just stand by and do nothing. Inequality, corruption—someone has to stop it.

OOBLECK: Very well. How?

BLAKE: ...I—uh.

he, notably, does not ask ruby the same; but she does ask him, and this is how he answers:

OOBLECK: Look around and tell me what you see.

RUBY: Lots of old buildings... uh, empty streets—

OOBLECK: I see lives that could have been saved. As a huntsman, it is my job to protect the people, and although I am capable of doing it with traditional weaponry, I believe I can make a much larger impact if I do it with my mind. As a teacher, I am able to take knowledge—the most powerful weapon of them all—and place it into the hands of every student that passes through my classroom. I look at this wasteland and see lives that could have been saved, but I also see an opportunity; an opportunity to study these ruins and learn from this tragedy, and therefore become stronger. I am a huntsman, Ruby, because there is nothing else in this world I would rather be.

and the distinction between his response and those of the kids makes his reason for asking quite clear: the kids have these emotional needs, these abstract goals that they are trying to fulfill through the act of becoming huntresses, because it feels right to them, but they don’t really know how to fit the pieces together. in contrast, oobleck is able to immediately, succinctly articulate exactly how he understands himself and his place in the world, what being a huntsman means to him, and say ‘i am this because this is what i want’ with an absolute confidence that the kids don’t have yet.

the apparent implication—certainly this is how the kids take it—in oobleck declining to ask ruby this question is that it isn’t one she needs to hear; that she, like him, has such a clear and profound sense of purpose that she doesn’t need to be prompted to think about why she’s here.

but!

there’s another layer here that emerges in the next episode, when yang, blake, and weiss try to talk about the deeper underlying meanings behind the answers they gave and as a consequence end up sharing their deepest insecurities with each other:

WEISS: When I said I wanted to honor my family’s name, I meant it, but... it’s not what you think. I’m not stupid. I’m fully aware of what my father has done with the Schnee Dust Company. Since he took control, our business has operated in a... moral... grey area. [...] Which is why I feel the need to make things right! If I had taken a job in Atlas, it wouldn’t have changed anything. My father was not the start of our name, and I refuse to let him be the end of it.

&

BLAKE: All my life, I’ve fought for what I thought was right. I had a partner, named Adam—more of a mentor, actually. He always assured me that what we were doing would make the world a better place, but of course his idea of a perfect future turned out to be... not perfect for everyone. I joined the academy because I knew huntsmen and huntresses were regarded as the most noble warriors in the world, always fighting for good, but I never really thought past that. When I leave the academy, how will I—how can I undo so many years of hate?

YANG: I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You’re not one to back down from a challenge, Blake.

BLAKE: But I am! I do it all the time! When you learned I was a faunus, I didn’t know what to do, so I ran! When I realized my oldest partner had become a monster, I ran! Even my semblance—I was born with the ability to leave behind a shadow of myself, an empty copy that takes the hit while I run away.

both of these statements, as noted, lay the emotional groundwork necessary for the arcs of personal change and growth that weiss and blake undergo in v4-5; weiss ultimately cleaves herself from her father and strikes out alone to carve her own path, and blake sheds the self-hatred adam left her with and finds the courage and confidence in herself to stand and face what she’s afraid of.

which makes what yang has to say pretty tantalizing for v9—not just with regards to yang herself, but also ruby:

YANG: At least you two have something that drives you. I’ve always just kind of... gone with the flow, you know? And that’s fine, I mean—that’s who I am, but how long can I really do that for? I want to be a huntress... not really because I want to be a hero, but because I want the adventure. I want a life where I won’t know what tomorrow will bring, and that will be a good thing. Being a huntress just happens to line up with that. I’m not like Ruby; she’s always wanted to be a huntress. It’s like she said—ever since she was a kid, she dreamt of being the heroes in the books, helping people and saving the day, and never asking for anything in return. Even when she couldn’t fight, she knew that’s what she wanted to do.

two things here:

1. yang expresses some latent frustration with this rootlessness that she feels and this painful dichotomy it creates in her of feeling simultaneously insecure and uncomfortable in that rootlessness but also wanting it--she wants to be unsure of where she belongs or what happens next but for that feeling to be good somehow, instead of bad, and she’s latched on to ‘adventure’ as a way to achieve that. she is at once proud of being a go-with-the-flow kind of person and terrified that it isn’t sustainable, and being a huntress to her is a way of trying to reconcile those contradictory feelings. which she still hasn’t done by the end of v8--all that’s changed between this discussion and now is that yang has added real moral conviction on top of this stuff.

2. on the face of it, ruby would seem to be the closest to oobleck’s “i am a huntsman because there is nothing else in this world that i would rather be”--but i think it’s important that we hear this from yang, not from ruby herself, because while it does align with what ruby said about herself in v1, this is less about ruby than it is about yang’s perception of who ruby is. and that makes it part of the unrelenting drumbeat of characters putting ruby on this pedestal of being the perfect huntress-in-training, the leader, the ideal they all want to emulate, to such an extent that by v8 this thing she’s wanted to be for her entire life has become the suffocating burden that is slowly breaking her. and that means that she is at once facing the question of what she does now that she’s achieved her dreams and been so deeply harmed by that success and how she navigates that internal struggle in the face of the absolute, unwavering faith her teammates have in her ability to lead them and be the ideal they want to follow.

which brings us to the last beat of the discussion in 2.10:

WEISS: Well, she’s still just a kid.

BLAKE: She’s only two years younger. We’re all just kids.

YANG: Well, not anymore. I mean, look where we are! In the middle of a war zone, armed to the teeth—

BLAKE: It’s the life we chose.

WEISS: It’s a job. We all had this romanticized notion of being a huntress in our heads, but at the end of the day, it’s a job to protect the people, and whatever we want will have to come second.

this was simultaneously something that it was important for the kids to come to grips to and also a line of thinking that makes it really dangerous for them to think of being a huntress as their identity and the thing of preeminent importance in their lives, because as long as they conceptualize the job of being a huntress in this way they are huntresses first and people second. and that is something that the narrative of rwby is clearly aware of--the importance of taking care of oneself first is a major plot point earlier in this same volume, and the trauma of continually sacrificing personal well-being for the sake of performing the duties of huntresses and huntsmen is made the emotional centerpiece of v7-8--so i think the identity arcs in v9 are probably going to involve a degree of reckoning with what being a huntress actually means and trying to conceive of a new way to be huntresses without destroying themselves in the process.

because it’s a job but it’s also a lot more than a job--it’s an identity, it’s an enormous part of who they are, and six volumes later the kids still haven’t figured out how to integrate that identity with the rest of themselves in order to achieve the balance and confidence that oobleck expresses when he answers the question of why.

...i also think the “no, that is what you do; why do you do it?” theme is likely to make a return with regards to the huge importance denizens of the ever after appear to place on one’s purpose in life. “what are you?” is an easy question. “why are you?” is harder, and “who are you?” perhaps even more difficult than that.

#rwby v9 spoilers

[hatsumaki45]

Bathroom | JiYoo - JiUg¡p

Kim Minji, behind her sweetness, hides a lustful beast that is able to ruin you with a smile.

I remembered very well the time she cornered me in the bathroom, that first time in the house when we had just moved in and had to live together every damn hour of the day. She had no modesty, she ripped off the towel that wrapped me and her hands traveled with ease to the most sensitive areas of my anatomy, her lips took hold of my neck and I had to cover my mouth so as not to give us away.

At the time I had no idea it was wrong that my most recent crush was taking me that way because I had thrown myself at her the first time. Now that she already knew my age she had nothing to do but tie her hands and wait, but it felt so good that she probably didn't mind sleeping with one less than her age.She didn't mind resting her crotch on mine and making my phallus feel hard until it made me shudder. Curious, that's what I felt after I understood what it was all about, I wanted to find out what it felt like to be taken, to feel it inside and confirm that it felt as good as every story I had secretly read up to that point.I remember, very clearly, begging her to enter me and how, right away, she is to pushing my head down and spreading my legs apart from behind. I had to reload myself completely in the lavando even without trusting its stability and listen to the zipper slowly lowering between heartbeats and agitated breaths.

I remember her smacking my ass, leaving it stinging, a bit crude for what I was expecting, but worse was getting another smack and having him chuckle under his breath.

"You like it"

That day I didn't know what to say and kept quiet, I wasn't even sure if that was the case but I believed it because Minji said it.

"You should see how wet you are now? And how nice your red ass looks, princess."

I remember another spanking, much harder than the previous ones, and this time I did moan from the pain. But she was right, when your fingers caressed my wet entrance it was so easy for them to enter that I took another spank, and this time I felt it, I squeezed around her fingers and it felt fantastic.

"Unnie" moan, damn, moan such a pathetic way that I still feel sorry for remembering it

"Tell me, Yoohyeonnie" Minji was cruel, she started to move inside me knowing I would release more of those noises. It was slow, but I felt every inch of her long fingers slowly burrowing in and out, causing more and more liquid, until she herself decided she was ready to assimilate his member.

She pulled out and when she came back in she was already penetrating me with a thick, veiny, throbbing phallus that opened me up between confused moans of pleasure and pain, so constant, so submissive that I wasn't even trying to reject it or really moaning.I wanted to tell her it was too big, but my pussy told her so on its own.

"How does it feel to stop being a virgin, princess?" she suddenly asked "Are you ready to be a dirty little cum bag, yes, will you scream for me every time I come inside you?"

God, her words as she slowly fucked herself, the gasp in her voice, the husky tone and the massage she gave to my hips before she pushed it all the way in and made me feel full. I remember the instant my legs went completely loose and Minji made me scream, she rammed into me carelessly saying I was ready to feel her whole. And wow... It turned out now that I was just fully in....I remember feeling her cock all the way to my stomach and hot liquid sliding down my legs, I remember my abdomen tensing, my white fists around the sink and the high pitched scream coming from my lips. Just the first of all the ones I was about to let out as I knew what it was like to be fucked for real.I don't know how we went from being like that to me having one knee bent over the wash, her looking like a fucking mommy in the mirror and me being that I was about to cum every time his balls hit me. I remember after that, indeed, coming and her not stopping for a second, she kept in me the whole orgasm like I was her toy.

She grunted something I didn't understand and spit between my buttocks, started masturbating my anus without stopping fucking me. He managed to put a finger in, then two and I swore I was in the stars, I could not contain myself or dissimulate because I was too overwhelmed, everyone must have heard me outside the bathroom.... At that moment I was only worried that JiU stuck another finger in and that her onslaught was getting harder and harder to take in.... Until it all made sense. She pulled out of my pussy and replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock only to leave all her discharge there for us to scream two in unison.

"You'd better get used to it.... I plan to fill your ass every time I fuck You, princess"

#jiu #yoohyeon #jiyoo smut #dreamcatcher smut #mommy jiu #JiU g!p #jiu smut #yoohyeon smut

[multimilfs]

Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader: A (no good, very bad) cover-up of your own

Summary: “Is this your way of subtly hinting that you want to hold my hand because it’s quite cute, but I’m not in the mood to hold your hand.” 

A/N: If you thought I forgot about the last couple of these, you are mistaken! I have one left that needs written.

On a serious note though, any fics are likely going to be very sporadic over the next few weeks. I was already struggling to fit writing into my insane work schedule, but this week someone extremely close to me passed away. I'm scrambling to handle my grief while balancing work and traveling across multiple states for the funeral. So yeah, it's going to be a minute on anything new. I appreciate your patience.

On a lighter note, this can be read as an addition to Melissa's No Good, Very Bad Cover-Up! Not required for you to read the first one, but you def should to get the full picture

Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix @greenawaysprentiss

Warning(s): Light angst

“You need to cut it like this or you could cut off yo—Are you paying attention?” 

Standing up straighter, you nod. 

While Melissa is giving very important instructions on how to properly chop garlic—garlic presses are barbaric and ruin the cooking experience, she explained firmly—you’re content to watch her move. She looks beautiful in her oversized denim shirt, hair pulled up messily. Errant curls fall and frame her face. 

You’re not passionate about cooking like she is, but she insists you need to learn because no partner of mine is going to live on microwave ramen and frozen meals. Helpless to argue, you go along with it, knowing it means extra time with her. 

Since that first kiss in your classroom and date afterwards, the two of you have been slowly increasing your time spent together. Whether she joins you in your classroom for a quiet lunch or you grab a drink after work, you’re happy to be with her, but this was your first time in her house. 

The sheer amount of photos impresses you. You didn’t know one person could have so many family members, let alone pictures with all of them. Most of your family stuck to themselves barring the occasional funeral. 

“Definitely.” You say, nodding. 

“No,” Melissa sighs, “You’re not.” 

“I’m not.” You agree. 

Your smile is sheepish. It isn’t that you’re not paying attention to her, you just care more about enjoying her company than listening to the cooking lesson for a moment. She sets the knife down and folds her arms over her chest. You try very hard to keep your eyes from wandering. That would not help your case, despite how flattering it might be. 

“Are you trying to waste my time?” 

Oh. Your mind says, heart squeezing unpleasantly. You hadn’t realized spending time with one another was a waste. Rationally, a part of you knows she didn’t mean it like that, but the sting of rejection has already started to fester. The smile slips away like your good mood. 

You’re suddenly very, very tired. 

“Of course not.” You say softly. 

Every limb feels impossibly heavy. You don’t meet her eyes for fear that she’ll read your emotions in them. Janine explained the whole ‘eyes are the windows to the soul’ saying to you last week and since then you can’t get it out of your head. The last thing you want is anyone digging around in your brain.

You didn’t mind the idea of Melissa doing that until now, though. Melissa is always so careful about speaking gently. Even if you know that isn’t her default, you forgot how difficult it was to be on the other end when she was so tough. 

“Okay.” She drops the topic suddenly, “Hand me the onion you brought and pay attention this time, will you?” 

She smiles and you try to return it. Though you know she’s trying to brush off the interaction, it’s done the damage in your mind. It isn’t her fault, really, you know she didn’t mean it how it sounded. But that doesn’t stop it from burning a hole in your chest. 

Your mind is spinning careful webs of misery to catch you in. Though you keep trying to fly around them, you can’t help but get caught, and find yourself in a downward spiral. The desire for space, to go home and curl up alone, is intense, but you know it’s rude to suddenly excuse yourself. So you try to pretend as best as you can. Try. 

Melissa reaches out her hand, palm up. You tilt your head curiously. As much as you adore her, how is she going to hold your hand and cook at the same time? 

“Is this your way of subtly saying that you want to hold my hand because it’s quite cute, but I’m not in the mood to hold your hand.” You say without filtering yourself. 

Melissa’s brows furrow and her hand closes. She pulls it back and flips off the burner on the stove with a harsh click! Then she turns, mirroring her posture from earlier, leaning against the counter while folding her arms over her chest. She doesn’t look angry this time… you think. 

“I wanted you to hand me the onion,” Melissa explains, and you feel very silly, “but it seems like you’ve got something on your mind. You wanna share with the class?” 

“Not really.” 

You cringe as soon as the words leave your mouth. With your energy suddenly deflating, it appears your filter has too. 

The redhead’s voice is uncharacteristically soft, “If you’re overwhelmed, you know you can tell me.” 

A lie is on the tip of your tongue before you pause. Fuck it, you think. If Melissa wants you, she has to want all of you; even the awful, silly parts.

“It’s not that. I mean, I was when I came over because the grocery store is a very overstimulating place, but I’m okay now. You—I—” You sigh harshly, rubbing your thumb to your fingertips in order to ground yourself, “It’s silly and I know you didn’t mean it like that, but when you asked if I was wasting your time, it felt like you meant spending time together was a waste. And it… I’m not feeling the best about it.” 

You close your eyes and brace for impact. You wonder what the reaction will be this time; your Mother’s deflection was always your favorite to decipher later, unpacking all of the subtle insults that flew over your head when she delivered them, too intent on just hearing it and getting away into your own space at the time. 

There was also your ex, who could twist words and blame so expertly that you ended up being the one to apologize. The guilt she pinned to your shirt to carry around until the next argument marked you like a brand. 

“I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry.” Melissa says. 

You open one eye cautiously, waiting for the gotcha! moment, trying to anticipate when the screaming will start. It never comes. Melissa has her arms crossed, but when you open your eyes, she extends a hand palm up, a silent request for touch you both so desperately need. 

“You… are?” You ask slowly, taking her hand and lacing your fingers with hers. 

“I was upset that I wasn’t being listened to and I took it out on you, honey. So yeah, I’m sorry.” 

“I’m sorry too. I made you feel ignored and that’s not okay.” 

“We all make mistakes, alright? Let’s not beat ourselves up over it.” Melissa smiles, something genuine and loving, her other hand coming up to brush away something from your face, “Just… pay attention this time.” 

Standing up straighter and nodding, you do just that, dedicating all of your attention to her. You want her to feel as special as you know she is. It’s easy to watch her dance around the kitchen, throwing instructions your way with a knowing expression. 

At some point she reminds you about the onion you brought. Digging through the grocery bag, you set the onion on the cutting board. She pauses. Slowly, she looks between you and the onion, then back to you. 

“Is that a white onion?” 

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[ranisivani]

fairy tail rarepair headcannons

gratsu: so much CHEMISTRY. fighting as flirting. smirking so much their faces hurt. lots of pda. BEAUTIFUL.

navia: origin story would be great. juvia getting over gray and moving on to natsu but healthy crush not obsession! she learnt what she did wrong with gray and is going to actually try to get natsu to go out with her. cue obviously in love juvia and oblivious natsu. 

jerza: slow burn childhood friends to lovers. classic trope of 'he is the only one who can make her feel emotions'. fantastic.

stingue: opposites attracting. dark rain cloud and sunshiney rainbow. emotionally mature.

lolu: loke is a playboy but lucy has captured his heart. cue loke trying to win over lucy with romantic gestures. she always blushes but refuses to admit that it works. they start dating, everyone in the guild teases lucy about dating her contractually bound spirit. they call her kinky, and she hates it.

chendy: gals being pals. they are best friends with crushes on each other. they don't confess because they're scared they'll be rejected. but chelia works up the nerve to tell wendy, and they start dating immediately. they hold hands all the time. wendy takes the first step to kiss chelia on the cheek. they are adorable and in love and it's great.

lygray: okay i LOVE their brotherly relationship like so much BUT I can totally see them as exes. like at some point in the past, when they're both not in the best headspace and in need of companionship, gray was like "what if we sort of dated? shut up, I don't mean that I like you or anything but why don't we try out a more intimate relationship that what we have now?" for weeks, he had been feeling lonely, and when he saw couples in public, he felt jealous that they had someone they were so close to. so he takes a while but finally asks lyon if he wants to do something like that (while blushing so much, he looks like he's on fire) lyon had the exact same feeling of loneliness and they're definitely each other's last resorts, but after all the blushing and humiliation, lyon begrudgingly agrees. also they can both admit that the other is decent looking. they're not exactly dating? more like they're just closer than they used to be. like they'll hold hands sometimes (in private, they're way too embarrassed to do anything in public) and they start sleeping in the same bed either after one of them has a bad nightmare, or if one of them felt really lonely and depressed sleeping in an empty bed and wanted someone there. they don't really want to kiss each other but they figure that since everything else felt nice, maybe kissing would too. they also really wanted to be close with each other and this seemed like the natural next step in their situation. so they try to kiss but it doesn't work cause it feels too weird kissing someone who used to be like a brother to you. because of that, they break up and decide to stay brothers cause they just work better like that. but they really enjoyed how close they were (that's why they stayed together in the first place) so they just continue those tendencies and it becomes second nature. like when they hang out, even if their friends are there, they'll just instinctively hold hands without even noticing. and when lyon and gray are travelling together or sleeping in the same room, they'll just sleep in the same bed without saying anything. sometimes, lyon will lightheartedly tease gray about it, “remember that time you asked me out?” gray always gets really blushy and embarrassed. “it’s not like it was just me, you’re the one who agreed!” and one day, after a hard-earned battle, they’re both pretty roughed up and hurt but lyon is way more hurt than gray. lyon is resting on a bed and gray’s sitting next to lyon cause he’s worried about him. lyon croaks out “remember when you thought it was a good idea for us to date?” gray just smiles and says “yeah, i remember” cause he’s glad lyon feels well enough to joke. lyon isn’t looking at him when he says “you were right. it was a good idea.” gray glances at lyon and sees the small smile on his face and says “yeah, it really was.”

#fairy tail #gratsu #lygray #navia #jerza #chendy #stingue #rarepair #fairytailrarepairs #how obvious is it that i love the idea of lyon and gray together lol #jerza isn't a rarepair but i wanted to include my thoughts on it so #lolu #wtf is grayon i'm calling them lygray