#just bcs one particular person just so happens to not get that spark others may feel around it

[jrueships]

Bron/AD

time for my honest onion on bron/AD...

i think they are very compatible like either way you view it, friendship or romantic relationship. Like they are on kyle/demar levels of compatibility in terms of opposites attracting. Lebron is driven and AD is deep. Lebron is willing to investigate and explore any of AD's unique passions (like gta rp) even if it's very new to him or he has to borrow a shitty mic from his streamer son to do it 😭. AD is willing to go the depths of Lebron's wants and desires by seeing him more than just the crown status he has. He doesn't want to please necessarily, but to just help in general because their relationship (whether platonic or romantic) revolves heavy mutuality. I think people can be too hard on Lebron/too judgemental because of him having the spotlight and all the issues that surround that, so whenever AD doesn't perform well.. people blow the thing up into a huge problem. And while that IS a problem... i think their relationship builds off of having problems tbh. Not big ones but like small ones that you can consider accomplishments when they're solved. Their relationship is built off of constant solving VIA investigating, helping, and just tending to other's needs. They REALLY get closer together by actually. Getting closer together. And to get closer.. they need a little problem first.

Problem has this whole negative attachment to it, especially to people who live more comfortable, less competitive lives, but it's different for people like Lebron who's faced more options to deem definitions toward. Their relationship works on workable problems. Not to be confused with a big.. actual actual disruptive problem. Lebron is a big solver who turns into a big feeler when something isn't solved right and AD is a big feeler who turns into a big solver when something doesn't feel right. They work well with each other because they work WELL with each other. They compensate not JUST bcs they're willing.. but because they both see it as a NEED. They're both 110% devoted (afterwards) to help out on a problem.

BUT..... the whole thing with little problems... can be a Little difficult tho. Sometimes. And it's not about having those little problems, because those are unavoidable and in both of their minds necessary for greater development...

it's maybe.. Not having any little problems. At least with the other. It's the problem of 'what more can we do?' That makes them antsy. If Lebron somehow started out with AD from the beginning as a sidekick (and not kyr*e first) .... like idk somehow they get on the same team sooner.. the relationship would still be good because it IS.. i just don't know how long it will be sometimes (both duration and depth). BCS LIKE. Lebron came off of a lot of issues during and after kyr*e. I'm not a big follower of bron, so I can't go into details, but I am an empathizer with him, even as an MJ fan. Lebron loved sticking with AD despite everyone making fun of him for being LeGM. That gave him a conflict he could easily conquer by showing out and connecting with AD, which in turn strengthens their relationship. But to start off on a cleaner slate..? With less issues to work with him on and in turn grow closer with him?

In my opinion, it's a relationship that works best the way it was found. If you take it out of the timeline too forward or backwards.. it'll still be compatible.. but it won't be. it won't have the OOMF, u know?

which leads me to say..... i think it's a relationship that really has to be like. A 2nd/3rd one. Like a trying again NOT WITH EACHOTHER but with the self. You can't just HAVE it.. and it'll be.. IT, you know? It's a strong relationship.. but it definitely NEEDS other factors that aren't exactly from the self to make it work even stronger BCS IT ALREADY IS STRONG FROM THE SELF... there IS a connection and an ability to make that connection even stronger.. it just needs an external enzyme to activate that. They can't exactly just activate that themselves with them alone. They need at least a little something else to push them into shared goals.

SO LIKE I MEAN!!! I LIKE IT ! I DO !!!!! But i think I like it a lot more as good friends bcs idk... I feel like you'll just get that more the more you try to adjust the timepieces and whatnot. Like yeah, they're super helpful to each other when pushed to be, but they're always kinda helpful to each other in general and the fact that they need a push that's forced to be outside just.. idk. It makes the friendship go from a lot less magical to me and more mechanical.. there's more reasons and definitions for it WHICH SOME PEOPLE DO LIKE!!!!! I definitely like being able to say more stuff about things!

But idk... im kind of a sap for things being sometimes just like... u know! They besties! They love each other! Besties!!!

The whole addition of the need cycle makes it go from besties!!! To woooah! Here's a reason for why that happened and if that reason wasn't there this would not be happening ! And it's not some cute elaborate romantical story from the heart.... it's cause and effect or cause and rebuttal. IDK MAN like it definitely WORKS. But like. Me, personally, VERYY personally, i love when things just sorta WORK and u can't really explain all the how's (bcs there's more than one. It's a whole jumbled story and more and more reasons for them to love/interact deeply with each other) but it just kinda.. WORKS !

If the people were even slightly different, like if ad wasn't the person he was.. it would not run like that. So they DO need that kind of specific relation between them to get that relationship specifically to survive below the surface.. so I CAN see the beauty in that tho!!! I just like seeing it better in something more platonic like a friendship tho... but i do understand the beauty of the working relationship and I think that's nice too :) !! It works great for them and especially lebron lol, maybe it's Him....

#will lebron ever escape the cycle of work??????? #it looks like his zodiac says noooo ! #im not the biggest fan of bron/kyrie #or any bigger ship in general #this spans across just the nba fandom.. ive always been a lover of rarepairs/random pairs #so it's similar to this where it's mainly just a personal thing and it doesnt necessarily mean it's suddenly so BAD #just bcs one particular person just so happens to not get that spark others may feel around it #BUT... i do think in order for this relationship to happen... it NEEDS other relationships to have happened before it #like bron/kyr*e #WHICH DOESNT MAKE IT HORRIBLE!!!!!!!! it's very realistic! but maybe a bit too? realistic? #like the relationship doesnt need to be based on trust..care..etc. it already has that. it needs to be based on the outside. the past #pg/kawhi is also a very heavy needs to consider the past ship... but it also has heavy internal needs that are brought into the equation #lebron and ad dont need that included bcs theyre the tools #bron/ad are like... two automechanics who need business first so they can start working in genuine tandem with the tools #that they already have and already know they work well with #pg/kawhi are like two automechanics that are like.. there isnt even a car from a customer in here yet but theres work being done #kawhis trying not to knock over all of pgs fishing pictures hes got on the bench along with his own weird items kawhi #has to understand first to work with. pg has to try and keep talking to kawhi over the sound of his strange lyricless music playing #pg needs his suit kept dustfree bcs itll tickle his nose and kawhi could care less abt that etc etc u know what i mean?? #idk i feel like demar lol anyways tho thanks for asking anon!!! this was rlly fun!! #ted tumbunity things #i hope u get what i mean? idk if i do lol #lebron

[reel-fear]

may I ask you to elaborate on what exactly do u mean by your post about the implications of bee as the one poc in the cast? Like are u saying the characters themselves (ie Optimus) are biased against him or that the writers have an unintentional bias against bee for being a poc?

The thing is I think the writers really didnt have the human designs in mind when doing usual episodes, they arent considered 100% accurate to the characters and if they did really consider them to be super accurate it would make the writing of those characters in other episodes strange. I think the human designs were just kind of thrown together with little thought and the writers didn't think much of it. But specifically I think it makes the way the characters treat Bee [which is admittingly Sometimes treated as in the wrong and esp in the case of Optimus is treated like they are doing the Wrong Thing] seem like it could be racially motivated.

Optimus in particular tends to talk down to and belittle Bumblebee, him and Sentinel seem to see Bee as a rebellious arrogant bot who needs to be put into his place a narrative the show shows is just not right. This usually is chalked up to in the narrative as just being them abusing their power over people who while different than the usual soldier, Are just as compentent and maybe even moreso because of their ability to think differently than others. [Ie, in the S1 finale the story shows Bee as in the right for disobeying Optimus, Optimus is being unreasonable and cruel he wants Bee to obey without speaking out and thats not fair to him]

The story on some level wants us to root for Bee when Optimus is being unfair to him so I dont think the writers were punching down on him for being a person of color, But I do think the writers did not think over the implications of the way the characters treat Bumblebee when they made him the only black person.

Optimus isn't really meant to be written to be bigoted, at least not in the way Sentinel very obviously is. So I dont think the writers entirely thought abt how it may read when the crew obviously punches down on Bee more than anyone else and just so happens to be the only bot in the group who was made black in the human episode. We're meant to mostly sympathesize with Bee, he's still one of our protagonists, it just so happens some of the more mean spirited jokes or jabs directed at him come accross as loaded when hes the only one the writers decided to give black skin to.

It also doesnt help that Bee's need to continuously be shown to struggle to get his teams respect in episodes like home is where the spark is or Meltdown, and then he proves himself as more than what his team thinks of... Tends to be thrown away in favor of the team continuing to treat Bee poorly in jokes or generally being dismissive of him and his abilities. I think the biggest thing is Bee is just meant to be more of a comedic relief character But Once Again, taking in the idea Bee is the only black person in this group their struggle to take him seriously can be read as bigotry from the crew and it's never properly addressed =[

Mostly tho this is just generally problems with tfa bee's story, he struggles to be taken seriously his insecurities are not taken seriously, the narrative doesn't really give him any chance to shine or grow as a person, but when u also have to add to that 'btw hes the only person here who is black' it makes the poor writing he suffers from look... Bad, which is something they should've thought of before making him the only person of color, even if I dont think the writing of Bee was influenced by him being black. [Mostly bc I dont think they Really took the designs in human error seriously]

#ramblez #this is rambley and not well written but my point is #I dont think it was intentional from the writers to treat bee like that narratively or have the characters treat him like that #bc he is black #but they really didnt think of the implications of making him the only person of color there #which I do think is a valid critisism even if I dont think like the tf@ writers were racist bc of the way they wrote bee

[kuekyuuq]

Gloria, Jet-lags and Imps [6x11]

Let’s jump right in:

Kinda love how Kara lamp-shaded addressed the fact she didn't tell the gang about her adventures in the PZ. She’s not wrong, tho.

...what do I want to say about Mxy using what's basically a well-known gay-anthem to tell his tale? I mean, it didn’t lead anywhere. The original song is about freeing oneself, liberation, stepping out of a (gone bad) relationship and moving on, stronger for it - empowerment. The only connection I could make, is that originally it was Nyxly’s aim to just do that (freeing herself and her kind from an oppressor), but in the way Mxy performed it, that part of the parallel was long over before he even reached the chorus. It’s also a popular Karaoke song, tho, so... he chose it because it’s catchy? I’ll try not to overthink it for now. At least, the Superfriend’s reactions were fun.

Nia exiting the elevator, "And what's this Old Stone?" I love it when ppl enter a room / situation and pick up on words that they couldn't have possibly heard. I think cinema sins ding such... Are we to assume, she dreamed Mxy's rendition of ‘I will survive’? Or is the elevator not sound-proof at all? (If it’s the latter, Nia later apparently telling Brainy “in private” between scenes / during the elevator ride about her Nyxly adventures, was a silly thing to do.)

So, "Jared" created the ring Old Stone to rule them all, it got shattered into the Paragons totems? Nyxly needs the totems and to get them she needs a crystal which also belonged to "Jared" - who happens to be Mxy's ancestor, which is why she needs Mxy / his blood, too.

I have one important and incredibly relevant question here, tho... 

With the introduced imps and their names... Why’s dude named Jared of all things?!

Really, did I mishear that? If so, I’ll leave it as is and never edit, bc that would be hilarious in its own right 😋

...

Not sure what to make about Supergirl paraphrasing a Dirty Dancing quote.  "Nobody puts Mxy into a power crystal on my watch."  ...is he Baby now? (Seriously, though: Which of the writers thought that was a fitting quote to use in that particular context?)

...now, is the exposition section of the episode over yet?

Sensitive Brainy sensed something was up with Nia. He can relate... Nia doubting Kara would understand, too, is ridiculous. But I get it... insecurities and all. But, I mean, just 5 minutes later Kara announces she wants to save Nyxly despite her wrongdoings. And yet Nia still remains convinced, Kara wouldn’t forgive her own personal mini-me... After having witnessed Kara forgiving Lena for a whole season of the writers being stupid messing up to the nth degree. But I digress, Lena’s Lena.

...how old is Nia meant to be again? Just asking out of completely unrelated curiosity.

F*ck. They really went with NewFoundland...

Imma assume it was an executive choice after realizing they couldn’t find enough actors and actresses with a convincing Irish accent... maybe. Again, no offense to Newfoundland! Just... we got the insinuations of Ireland, not Newfoundland... And truthfully, when I think of magic, Ireland is an easy association. Whereas I only due to this whole debacle learned Newfoundland has Irish ancestry. So, okay, the show forced me to learn something new... I give ‘em that.

An easy journey, she said.

Lena's been off-screen for two whole episodes, Kara announcing at the beginning of ‘Dreamweaver’ [6x09] Lena being “back east” (at least insinuating Lena’s left the west-coast already), which span over at least one full day (feat. a scene at night), and ‘I still rise’ [6x10] at least another a whole day (the whole Nia’s mom back for a day deal). And, now, after at least 48 hours she barely just arrived.

Lemme check how long a regular plane would need to fly from California to NFL......... ... .. .. So... approx. 10 hours with at least one layover. 

Yeah, using a private jet made it easier, but apparently also much, much slower...

Or, Lena randomly went some other places / did some sight-seeing in NFL before she decided to finally visit her mother’s hometown...  [Either that or the timelines don’t match up and Lena’s scenes are flashbacks of sorts.]

Optimistic and relaxed Lena is a sight to behold. I rewound 3 times, just to enjoy it for as long as possible. We all knew it was going to be short-lived... 

Let’s check off a few more items...

OMG, Kara hiding behind Alex at the mere sight of the PZ-projector broke my heart!  😢

"Elisabeth Walsh" is the new 'the one you shall not name'. ...poor Lena. 😭

Oh, so Mxy wants to be Patrick Swayze instead of Baby... gotcha.

...is this going anywhere?

KITTY!!! Okay, this must be the best opponent in the history of CWSG. 

Despite the horrible CGI, SG using her heat-vision to project a laser-beam to distract the cat had me in (happy-) tears! 🤣

Gotta love the civilians of National City quickly returning to business as usual once the giant cat is gone. Even the police officers looked rather chill...

Nyxly did look fabulous this episode ^^ 

Andrea being Lena's rock is both great and annoying. I can't fault Andrea. It's just, that we still have to see an on-screen interaction between Lena and Kara and that bugs the heck out of me. I can’t help it. I’m sorry, Andrea.

Nia: "...is my fault." Kara: "Nu, is MY fault!" J'onn: "Stop fighting, kids!" Space-dad has spoken.

Mxy used an LuthorCorp copy machine... and of cos it's faulty. It's not an L-Corp product.

Kara forgiving Nia came as a surprise to her... Oooookay. I mean, the show has been writing Kara a bit inconsistently the past two seasons... so, yeah, maybe being unsure which of her traits apply this week was not such a far stretch...

Maybe it's the hair, but I wished, Florence was played by Alex Kingston.

So, not-Alex-Kingston shows Lena herself with a funny wig and tells her how her mother was still watching her...

If it wasn't for Katie's acting skills (I love her.) I would have already hit my head against the wall repeatedly. Something about these scenes had me constantly cringe and I made it through 5.5 seasons of this show already... Can’t quite put my finger on it, but it was highly distracting from the story that explained Lena’s mom was special even to another witch, where there was domestic abuse, and an accidental murder. Y’know, important stuff, deep-cutting stuff!��

At least, poor widddle Lena got some closure there. Elisabeth was a good cookie. And filled with magic. And Lena’s gotta have that ‘spark’, too... 

....so... Lena’s gonna stay in NFL for how much longer, to train becoming a witch?  Please, just hand her a how-to manual and send her back home, to figure it out on her own, please... (Yes, that would be horrible decision-making, but I need her back with the team!)

On to the finish line: 

So... Mxy IS Nyxly's brother? Wait, that doesn’t sound right... then Nyxly would have the same blood... Did I miss something? Can someone explain, please? Or is he her ex, and that’s where his rendition of “I will survive” makes sense?

Hnn... I can't help, but think Kara's speech for Nyxly was 85% based on her experiences with Lena in s05.

Awww... he said "stronger together"... Mxy... I hope, you'll be okay!

Lena believes in magic now. And I absolutely love how Lena wants to science magic XD

...but apparently magic isn’t science that hasn’t been explained yet, but parallel... powers? concepts? ether strings?

Nyxly has a loyal henchman now. Which was a bit heavy-handed. Took way too much of screen-time, so it better leads to something interesting.

And Kara is on a warpath now. Wooooot! Girl’s got enough.

...what else? 

Did I miss a third Patrick Swayze hint / quote / mention?  I learned, these things come in threes... Y’know, basic writing rules... 

I guess, for once the episode title was meant to be taken literally, Mxy popping up between characters, to try and help. (I need in-show footage, of Mxy sneaking up on ppl, without his powers, on all fours / crouched, just to get the desired effect.) I mean, I’ve never really watched Malcom, but wasn’t he like what Mxy usually is? A bit of a trouble-maker, prankster, chaos-ensuing wherever he goes? ...well, in that case, the episode title didn’t hold up, as Mxy’s scenes were not fun or really goofy. Yes, there was some superficial humor, but just to serve Mxy dealing with not being able to use his powers, which in turn was only barely scratched at (although it turned out to be his final character development crisis, appreciating not having powers and - in turn - facing consequences for once). Again, a whole lot going on in the episode, so a lot of that may have ended up on the cutting-room floor.

...where’s Kelly? Secretly adopting a kid, maybe?

...Kara’s still a reporter, right? I mean, whenever it serves the immediate plot, yes? ...Not even a throw-away line, that she has to pop up at CatCo for appearances sake? Since Andrea is already upset with her AND looking into her friends’ identities? At least, Kara should take a peek to make sure Andrea hasn’t uncovered anything yet... No?

Well, that’s all I’ve got for now. Kue out.

#Supergirl #supercorp #Mxy in the middle #6x11 #mxy #nyxly #lena luthor #magic #lena's mom #fiction dissected #fandom #episode #Nia nal #dreamer #brainy #brainia

[scandeniall]

falling in love

Pairing: sakusa x reader

Warnings: none for once ??? Usual college/aged up

A/n: Yeah it’s almost 3am and I just soewed this out. Idk if it even makes sense but I wanna be in luv with him lol. Also; the references to no limit to you (bc even months later it’s still top 3 one of my fav things I’ve ever written)

Falling in love with sakusa is slow and steady. Its weeks of being an acquaintance and friend of a friend. You were friendly enough, considerate of his space and that he wasn’t the most outgoing guy in the world. Paying attention when he made his way into the conversation as you all sat at a group dinner. It’s the not shoving your social media in his face unlike other people trying to get a highly sought after athlete to follow them.

It’s months of getting to know one another as friends ignoring the tiniest spark whenever you two would meet up for lunch. So tiny, it could’ve been a hallucination. Getting his number one night as the two of you found yourselves outside of a party (one he’d been forced to go to and wanted nothing more than to leave), the rest of your friends having the time of their lives on the dance floor. At that point he’d watched you and got aquatinted enough to know that you were relatively genuine. He’d detected no ulterior motive. Late night texts were his thing. After a busy day of classes and practice, where he’d remembered you’d texted a joke the day before. He’d shoot a quick apology for his poor conversation and offer his own meme as consolidation.

It was just over a year of knowing one another that it’s the first time as friends he felt nervous to hang out with you and couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. It wasn’t a date by any means, just a mutual friend’s birthday dinner. He’d offered to pick you up as an apology for his horrible texting one week in particular citing that it was on the way. It was the first time you’d ridden in a car just the two of you and the way you offered a breathless greeting and apology for taking so long to come out (thus putting you two behind schedule, something that had garnered the tiniest bit of annoyance) had his own breath caught in his throat. He’s not even sure he uttered any real words when you’d complimented him.

It was at the end of the night, seeing you delirious with exhaustion yet as happy as ever, finally having a break from the reality of classes that his crush might’ve started. Your insistence that he texted you when he made it back home safe and the fact that you even stayed up to make sure he did stirred something inside of him.

It was something he’d pushed down. ‘It was only because of the atmosphere’ is what he tried telling himself. Yet he couldn’t shake the way he actually enjoyed hanging out with you in a way that was different from hanging out with Komori or his teammates out of obligation. At some point the two of you began studying together and that unveiled a new layer of yourselves to one another.

You learned that he needed nearly complete silence to study and he had to force himself to not focus on the tiniest muffle coming from your earbuds. He learned that when you began to stress to got extremely fidgety and would have to shoot you a look whenever you clicked your pen one too many times. Sometimes you’d have to break from the libraries harsh fluorescent lighting because he worked best there on the quiet floor. The compromises you made as friends in even school were because there was something oddly comforting about the presence of one another when studying. For you, it was how studying with him actually forced you to be productive and not get distracted like you’d do with your own friends. For him, it was the sheer comfort of having someone there, someone who didn’t try and talk with him and ultimately let him be.

It was early into your third year of college when he finally asked you out. At this point you’d been friends for nearly two years and sitting on feelings for at least a year. It was a simple date, takeout from a place the two of you mutually agreed on and a movie at his place. A clean spot for his first date with you. The date had been nothing special but you’d gotten to truly witness first hand just how meticulous his cleaning habits were in his own personal space.

Of course in the time you’d known him, you’d seen his cleanly nature in action. It’d manifested itself in the the mask he frequently wore and the hand sanitizer he carried often. You’d always noticed the way he glanced at public tables and admired the fact that he was never too shy to ask for a different one at a restaurant when it was obvious that it had hardly been cleaned in between guests.

His desire to immediately wash his dishes, and wipe down the table post dinner caused him to offer you an apology yet you didn’t care. The way you just wordlessly helped him confirmed that his crush was indeed real. When it got chilly, you didn’t feel obligated to cuddle up for warmth and even gratefully accepted the blanket he offered you, separate from his own.

In the nearly two years you’d known Sakusa, neither of you had ever initiated any sort of physical contact. Yes there was the occasional glance of one another’s shoulders to show the other something, but it’d always been platonic. That first date ended with the first of many hugs and a cautious look asking for permission to kiss his cheek.

That first date quickly turned into a second and third and fourth and fifth, the two of you sharing your first kiss sometime between the third and fourth. Itd been after one of his games, one your school had won. You’d waited up for him, the promise of boba on you if he won. Not that he really wanted it, but more so felt drawn to hang out with you. “We’re gonna win”

The kiss was quick and what others would have attributed to being “a moment.” It wasn’t unusual for silence to envelop the two of you. You’d been privy to many comfortable ones after learning to gauge when sakusa needed a moment to cool off from conversation. As the two of you just walked from the shop, drinks in hand and back toward campus he’d paused and asked to try something. Neither of you knew it, but inside both of your nerves were going crazy. The slightest shaking lasted the remainder of your time together unsure if the kiss really happened or if you’d just imagined it.

It’d been two months of dating exclusively before you two became an official couple. The kisses from there became more frequent but for some reason there was the hesitation to jump into anything official. So instead, the two of you spent that time getting to know one another in purely a romantic context.

At some point you’d joked asking when he was going to officially become your boyfriend.

“Do you really want me to?” Itd been a thought that had been at the front of his mind lately. He’d been trying to find the right time to ask as well, getting annoyed at the questions his teammates would ask about you in the locker room. He watched you intently analyzing your reaction to his words as your amused look turned serious than softened before you indicated that you really did. And so he asked and it became official.

It was the way that even after the honeymoon stage had ended that he still felt drawn to you. Even when you bickered about your room not being clean [enough] when he came over or about your annoying own clicking habit, neither of you wanted to bicker with anyone else. Even during your first serious argument that resulted in you admitting that you loved him his heart both dropped and swelled. He’d been the one to fuck up that time, the argument being quite heavy. That night he left with a kiss on your temple and a promise of seeing you soon.

It was the way that the days the two of you didn’t speak felt like hell to him. He was more irritable towards others and found himself stress cleaning whenever he could (something his teammates witnessed as he wiped down his locker for the 50th time in a span of 5 minutes). The usually cautious player may not have performed differently to outsiders, but when he didn’t see you in the crowd during the home game he was off.

Making up felt like a weight had lifted off his heart. He’d swallowed his pride and reached out first. Returning those 3 words for the first time had him feeling like he was on cloud nine.

From then the love between you and Kiyoomi continued to grow. It was never perfect, with the two of you always having something something to work on. But, it was you.

The day he’d revealed to you that he’d signed to MSBY post college was one of his favorite moments. The two of you had been at his hanging out when he’d given you the unmarked envelope. He’d watched your face go from confused to realization to excitement as you read aloud “we welcome your commitment to MSBY Black Jackals-.” It was one of those times he didn’t mind the camera you’d shoved in his face insisting that you were filming a once in a lifetime moment. He’d found himself smiling at the kisses your scattered over his face, ignoring what usually would’ve made him grimace in disgust for the love that overpowered it.

He’d considered the next step in your relationship for a while the question of asking you to move in with him ultimately flowing out of him at graduation. It was the start of a new journey and he wanted you by his side.

Moving in was no easy feat. Learning to live with another person and their habits got to the two of you at times but you were determined to stick it out. Once the initial struggles faded, and you’d gotten into the swing of things he was met with a different kind of love. The love of a domestic life with you. Love was never easy, and potentially being harder when you were young. Yet you’d waited it through. Slowly built a friendship and the foundation of something great. Sakusa has no intentions in proposing anytime soon, yet knew for a fact that he wanted you and you want him.

a/n: i honestly coulve kept going but uh i gotta go to bed and this shit is long nough

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #sakusa x reader #hq imagine #sakusa imagines #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines

[cafedanslanuit]

Sorry this is late! But I wanted to read a little bit more of the manga to really capture their essence the best way I can. Having said that, there are no spoilers here. I did both the sfw and nsfw~ Hope you like it! <3 Reposting this bc the tags weren’t working.

Dabi

|| SFW ||

He's all about subtle signs of affection. He won't give you a bear hug in front of everyone but during LOV meetings he will slide you a napkin that says "you look good tonight". You have a box where you keep those messages.

One of the cutest things about him is his deep chuckle. It’s pure, it the closest to honest laughing you’ve heard from him. You’ve only heard him do that sound few times, and maybe that makes it even more special

He has a hard time feeling vulnerable, which mean you shouldn’t expect romantics confessions. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you, he does, but he’s working on a way to express it.

Trust is a big no no from him. He doesn’t trust people, and even if he does trust you a little bit, it’s not completely. You accept this, knowing his childhood may have something to do with this and his personality and you decide to just show your trust in him in any way you can. He’s surprised the next time you fall asleep on his chest while on his bedroom, trying to comprehend why you would show such a vulnerable side to him. After this happening a few times, Dabi discovers it feels good to be trusted on.

When he’s cuddling, he’s always the big spoon. You’re still working on convincing him to be the little spoon. He likes laying on his side, his hand on your hip while he lays his head on his folded arm. Sometimes, he will caress your skin with his thumb in soothing motions.

You enjoy sitting in the bar and getting drinks with Shigaraki. You’ve managed to get Dabi to sit at least for a little while with you two, but he doesn’t stay for more than a couple minutes. He rolls his eyes as he goes away, knowing he will have to deal with your drunk ass later when you come find him in his bedroom.

The first time Dabi fell asleep next to you it wasn’t planned. He was tired, came back to his room to find you reading on his bed. While mumbling something, he laid next to you. He had the idea of taking your clothes off, but he was out before he could try. He woke up a couple of hours later, jumping, just to see you were still there, holding the same book. He pretended not the notice the blanket you had put over him to keep him from being cold. It hasn’t happened again, but it’s a victory in your book.

When you’re in any of the LOV’s meetings, you tend to take Shigaraki’s side more than Dabi’s. Not because of anything particular, but you think it’s better to follow a clear leadership. This sparks jealousy from Dabi, not saying anything out loud but it definitely ticks him off. If you want to know how he lets that frustration out...

|| NSFW ||

Listen, you didn't hear it from me but guys with daddy issues have HUGE dom vibes. I don’t make the rules.

This fella will dominate you every chance he gets. Even in the odd chance he agrees to let you ride him, he's going to be topping from the bottom.

Expect filthy language. "You like sucking my cock, slut?" and so on

You were the one that sided with Shigaraki, you really expected nothing would happen?

Loves overstimulating you, he gets off of the slight pain before the pleasure speaking starts again. He's always in a competition with himself to see how many times he can make you come.

Spanking is a must. If it doesn't make you clench around him, it wasn't hard enough.

Daddy kink? Not so much. Yes, he has daddy issues but calling him daddy doesn't vibe with him. Sorry.

Grunts deeply instead of moaning but holy fuck, you could just come from hearing him like that.

Loves cockwarming when he's done. He won't cuddle you after sex, but he will keep his cock deep into you while burying his face on the crook of your neck. That's romance for him.

Loves fucking you in all fours and instead of grabbing your hips or pulling your hair, he'll put his hand around your neck, steading him. Oh yes, choking turns him on too.

One time you were behind the bar, pouring another glass for you and Shigaraki when you felt him grabbing your ankle. You squeaked and looked down, seeing him smirk at you, holding his finger to his lip, telling you to keep quiet. When Shigaraki asked what happened, you lied you saw a bug. You continued your conversation, feeling him opening your legs, lowering your underwear and burying his face on your crotch. You damned your decision to wear a skirt that day, as you did you best to hide the fact your boyfriend was about to make you orgasm. Just a little reminder of whom you belong to.

Since each time you have sex is at least two - three rounds, he likes cumming on your face on the first round. Please, please, please lick your lips and wipe your face with your finger only to suck on it. It helps him get hard again (almost instantly) for the next round.

Shigaraki Tomura

|| SFW ||

It’s not regular dating. You don’t have a set day for anniversaries, there wasn’t a question asked. You two were more of a gradual thing: from the drunk kiss you gave him out of the sight of the others to the very sober kiss you both exchanged when you talked about what happened the night before, things kind of unraveled from that.

Tomura told you to keep it on the low because of the fear of putting an even bigger target on your back if people found out about you two. He then admits it’s also because heroes would try to kidnap you to get to him and he didn’t want them to see an opening.

Fair point

You found out it’s quite amusing to have a secret relationship.

He slowly starts opening up to you. Even if he starts with small details that seem to give nothing out at first, you begin to grasp a better idea of who he is. You find yourself falling more in love each day.

Isn’t quite fond of the relationship you have with Dabi, even though he knows it’s friendship. Tomura has caught Dabi checking your ass multiple times when you don’t see him, but if Tomura tries mentioning it you brush it off, saying he must check out other girls when you’re not looking.

Tomura’s a little emotionally insecure. He won’t sit you down and talk about it, but with time, you started noticing little tell-tales that he was giving your relationship way too much thought.

That was your cue to get him alone on his room and sit on his lap. You would wrap your arms around his neck and just say there for a moment, comforting him, wishing he could tell you exactly what was bothering him. But you knew he wouldn’t just confess, so being extra cuddly was the next best thing.

Biggest pet peeve, he enjoys when you kiss him all over his face. He always rolls his eyes while you do this, but he’s really into it, don’t be fooled.

Will draw intricate patterns on your face with his finger. Softly, almost not even touching skin, it just relaxes him.

|| NSFW ||

High-key very into fingering. Whenever you're in a group meeting he will try and finger you under the table if he has the chance. You better not let anyone realize this though, so keep your game face on.

A little bit sadistic at first, not gonna lie BUT can be persuaded to fall a bit on the sub side if you play your cards well

A secret to push him over the edge is praising. Throw your eyes back, let him feel how your body is trembling from pleasure and be very vocal about how good he's doing you. He'll start thrusting so damn hard you'll see stars

Hair pulling but not just hair pulling. More like wrapping your hair around his wrist in a swift move and then grabbing a handful and pulling it, making your head tilt backwards. Perfect for doggy style.

Loves taking you on different furniture, but one of his favourite places is a chair. He gets to see all of you bouncing against him and it’s easier for you to reach orgasm in that position.

Is into leaving small biting marks all over your body. Just a little reminder he’s been there.

Will eat you out like it’s his last meal. You’re not getting him off unless you’ve had at least three orgasms. If you can squirt, he’s a big fan, especially when he’s doing that.

Moans A LOT when you’re the one sucking his cock. Puts a hand behind your head to make you go even deeper, loving the sound of you gagging against his erection.

#dabi #shigaraki tomura #bnha x reader #mha x reader #tomura shigaraki #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #hope the tags don't mess again with me OR ELSE #it was fine and suddenly it was gone ;-; dunno why

[mariuscomehome]

hi hey hello so //slides u a note of whatever currency you prefer. lau what are your thoughts on lesbian artem? i am immensely curious and intrigued

hooo okay this is INCREDIBLY self indulgent, and probably not THAT coherent but ill try my best here.

warning: this isnt a very nuanced take i literally only thought about it because i saw the words "artem" and "tits" in the same sentence and also happen to be a lesbian.

ESSENTIALLY what makes the idea of lesbian artem more compelling to me than, say, marius or vyn (although now that i'm thinking about luke there is some Potential there) is kind of everything about how he goes about romance, how he tries to connect with mc, and his relationships with others in general.

we've seen MULTIPLE times that when he tries to get close to her - and he often only builds up the courage to do this after a LOT of bullying from celestine who, and i CANNOT stress this enough, is definitely fucking his mom.

right so when he tries to get close to mc there's always this terribly awkward fumbling leadup to the most tame not-date you've ever heard of. one of his cards is them hanging out on a work trip. they studied together. they went to see a movie and ended up at a drive in (the most romantic of theatres) OUT OF NECESSITY. mc is generally pretty oblivious, but that is NEXT LEVEL with artem bc he (deliberately!! on at least some levels!!) tries to make it look like his every action is Friendly and Platonic, which i think also stems from how he thinks others see him - (borrowing from sr sparks here) especially in the workplace, as overly stern and unsociable and generally intimidating and uh. threatening, so he's constantly trying to counterbalance that and tipping the scale too far in the other direction.

but then on the other end, he IS incredibly repressed and shy about showing affection, like even as he's trying to open up and show her that he DOES care about her, he doesn't quite know how, he gets embarrassed and he thinks that even the smallest gesture is Too Much. he definitely feels that he kind of missed the boat on coming into relationships organically and is playing catch up compared to everyone else. that book! he has a relationships for dummies book that celestine got him at least PARTIALLY to make fun of him, and he was upset about it but he kept it and he READS it and even when he thinks the whole thing is ridiculous he keeps trying because he KNOWS just how over his head he is.

i was gonna talk about his general lack of close friendships and what ive kind of inferred about his mentorship with neil, and the close bond they formed etc etc but me projecting on all my english teachers isnt exactly Conclusive Lesbian Artem Evidence lol. the vibes are there and this is getting pretty long anyway,,

gonna cap it off with basically viewing artem through a lesbian lense is very interesting to me! it kind of brings a different perspective to his actions and mindset and i think tears of themis could use some more sexy lady lawyers! i am personally advocating for this.

OH WAIT i was gonna say also your post about artem being flustered by sideboob. VERY informative here, and then all those discussions youve been having about guilt irt luke in particular, but artem has his own little complex going on and. RIGHT particularly about him setting up benchmarks for himself in order to "earn" things, particularly things that shouldnt have to be earned, like setting himself to a ridiculously high standard to prove his worth so that he may partake in like. Joy. as a concept, and then of course the flipside of that where any misstep is pretty heavily penalized if not actively then just in his mindset and the kind of self-worth and self-image issues he has going on there. all VERY compelling. like (sr sparks again i just love everything it had to say about his character) deciding that he was going to learn to cook and then going out and buying all this specific equipment for it so that he could Do It Right and this level of meticulous self criticism that he brings to everything he does, even his hobbies! this man is insane. oh and hes a feminist so like jot that down.

pretty clear that weve kind of lost the original point here so i'm gonna stop. i hope this makes sense!!! if it doesnt i will edit it in the morning. for now ill leave you with this:

#me big lesbian. #homepost #answers #actualbird #OH GOD THIS IS LONGER THAN I THOUGHT YEAH WE HITTING POST ON THIS AND THEN IM NOT LOOKING AT IT FOR SEVERAL HOURS #lesbian artem

[whumpinggrounds]

My Friend Jude

jamie is still learning and isabella is learning a few things with her :)

tagging @killtheprotagonist and @shapeshiftersandfire

CW: female whumpee, pet whump, but nothing actually happens bc jamie is a sweetie :)

“So, um, what do you want for dinner?” Jamie’s rattling around the kitchen, looking in cabinets and drawers to see what’s there. “Are you hungry yet? What, um. What did you have for lunch?”

“I didn’t eat lunch, Jamie.”

There’s a slowing, and then a complete stop to Jamie’s rummaging. She turns to face Isabella, looking deeply concerned. “You, um, didn’t eat? Because…I mean…we had breakfast at eight. It’s, um, it’s two now.”

Isabella offers her a bland smile. “I don’t have permission from my owner to eat without her.”

Hearing that, Jamie’s eyebrows draw together, and Isabella sees what anger looks like on this tentative, awkward woman. Drawing back, Isabella tries to steel herself for some kind of punishment, but Jamie just shakes her head, and as quickly as it appeared, the anger is gone. “Sorry I-sorry. That’s, um…huh. Okay. Just, um, as long as I’m with you, you have permission to eat whenever you’re hungry, okay?”

Uncertainly, Isabella nods. Whenever she’s hungry? That doesn’t seem right. But Jamie is in charge of her for now, so she just nods again. “Okay, Jamie.”

“So, um, do you have anything in particular you’d like? For dinner? I, um, I’m going to make you a snack and then we’re going to probably eat pretty early, because you’re definitely hungry.”

Swallowing, Isabella searches her head for an appropriate response. “Whatever…whatever you would like would be lovely, thank you.” She squeezes her eyes shut even as she says it, because that canned response does nothing but irritate Mara, though her owner usually tries to hide her frustration.

From Jamie there’s silence, and Isabella risks a peek at the redhead. Far from angry, she just looks like she’s thinking. “I…okay. Okay. I’m going to, um. Try something here.” Jamie sighs, turning fully to face Isabella and putting both hands flat on the counter, as if to steady herself. “I, um…I don’t know if Mara’s ever told you this, but I used to…I used to have a friend. We did, I guess. Mara and me. We had the same friend. Her name was…” Jamie clears her throat awkwardly. “Her name was Ju…”

Isabella winces without meaning to, and Jamie nods. “Yep, so, um, I think you know who I’m talking about.”

It was hard enough to have this conversation with Mara. Isabella doesn’t, truly doesn’t, want to have it with a new stranger, but she clears her throat to make it clear who and what she is. “My name is Isabella, and I am a Box Babe belonging to Mara Langford, designated combination Domestic-Platonic, Product Number 067-”

“N-no.” Jamie hesitates as she says it, but there’s force behind the word. “I’m…I’m sorry. I know…” Jamie sucks in a deep breath, as if new air will give her strength. “I know you’re not her. You’re Isabella.” Jamie tries for a smile, and Isabella returns one, tiny and nervous. “I just…if you don’t mind, I can cook something she used to like. Because you do remind me of her, a little. She was, um, she was a vegetarian, you know? I can…can make something vegetarian…if, um, if you…”

Isabella may not know Jamie, but she knows what rambling sounds like, and she can see the discomfort in Jamie’s eyes as she stumbles along. “That sounds good,” she agrees, and Jamie relaxes so visibly it’s almost comical.

“Oh. Good.” She smiles at Isabella, real and warm and relieved, and Isabella can’t help smiling back.

Isabella moves to join Jamie in the kitchen, but the redhead is washing her hands and getting out the cutting board herself. “I…I can do that,” Isabella offers uncertainly, but Jamie just smiles at her.

“I’ve got it.”

So Jamie will be holding a knife. Isabella wants to back away, but Jamie hasn’t dismissed her. Steeling herself, Isabella holds her place near the kitchen, every nerve tense and ready. When Jamie speaks, her quiet voice is enough to make Isabella want to jump. “Do you want to, um, tell me about your day?”

Brow wrinkling, Isabella examines Jamie hesitantly. “All I do is clean,” she explains. “And do some stretches, sometimes. Exercises. It wouldn’t be very interesting to talk about.”

Mouth turning down, Jamie focuses on the vegetables she’s chopping, and Isabella wonders if she’s angry. She wonders if Jamie’s thinking about using the knife for something besides making dinner. “Well, did anything different happen today?”

She doesn’t sound angry, but she doesn’t sound happy, either. Still – Isabella can’t lie to her. “No,” she answers honestly, eyes still on the knife.

“Don’t…don’t you get bored?”

Isabella’s eyes come up to meet Jamie’s. The question seems genuine, and Jamie’s face is open in the asking, but Isabella’s not about to criticize her owner to a stranger. “I’m very happy here.” Isabella’s smiling as she says it, even, but Jamie doesn’t look convinced.

“That’s…not really an answer.”

The smile starts to slip from Isabella’s face. She has the uncomfortable, heart-racing feeling that Jamie is trying to catch her out, and she doesn’t know what exactly to say that will get her out of trouble. She does get bored, she does, but that would sound like complaining. Should she go with the simple stupid pet route? Would that be lying?

The distress must show on her face because Jamie sets the knife down carefully. “Sorry – I’m sorry. Let’s, uh, let’s talk about something else.”

“Thank you, Jamie.”

“A’course.” Jamie gives her this crooked little half-smile, and Isabella smiles back, still tentative, careful. “It’s okay – my day wasn’t very interesting, either.”

The convention is to ask Jamie, now, what she does. Isabella can’t help finding it strange, this playing at conversation with a pet. Mara tried it for a time, but she’s mostly given up now, has slipped into guiding the conversation and letting Isabella ask her questions. Still, if a pretend dialogue is what Jamie wants, Isabella can try to oblige. “What did you do?”

“I, uh, I’m a caregiver, if you know what that is.”

Isabella just shakes her head.

“I help out people who can’t do things on their own. If they use mobility aids or something like that, older people…there’s stuff they can’t do by themselves.” Jamie shrugs. “Like I said. It’s not that interesting either.”

Maybe that’s why Jamie’s making dinner instead of having Isabella do it. Maybe she’s just so used to helping people that she doesn’t realize Isabella isn’t a person. “That sounds important.”

Jamie rewards her with another smile. “I…yeah, I guess it is. I don’t know. I like my new clients, so that’s nice.”

“Why…” Isabella marvels at her own bravery but reminds herself that this seems to be what Jamie wants. “Why do you have new clients?”

Now Jamie sets the knife in the sink, and Isabella wonders if she’s keeping it close, in case she needs it again, for something besides little piles of peppers and carrots, like, for instance, Isabella. When Jamie speaks, her voice is quiet, but it still startles the boxgirl, whose eyes are fixed firmly on the knife gleaming in the sink. “I, uh, just moved here. From a few…a few hours away. So. New clients.”

“Oh. Do you like it here?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Jamie shrugs again, shoulders hanging awkwardly even after she’s done, hunched up by her shoulders. If Isabella didn’t know better, she’d think that Jamie was almost…afraid. As if Isabella could do something to her. “It’s spring now, so I like that it’s brighter out, but I don’t think that has anything to do with the city. You’ve lived here longer – do you like it here?”

“I’m sorry; I couldn’t say. I don’t leave the apartment.”

She doesn’t. Isabella’s life begins and ends at the gray metal door that lets her owner into the hallway and keeps Isabella safe inside. Mara’s at work all the time, and when she’s not at work, she doesn’t want to be seen with a pet. For a lot of reasons, she tells Isabella, but that doesn’t stop her boxgirl wondering if it’s because of the scar on her chest.

Maybe Jamie agrees, because she’s frowning. “I’m…sorry. Do, um, do you want to?”

“I want what Mara wants,” Isabella answers simply, correctly. Jamie nods, still frowning.

“Well…uh…how’s…um…the weather?”

Isabella watches Jamie wince at her own awkwardness and feels a tiny spark of amusement, dangerous as that is. “Pretty good.” Other times, Isabella might wonder if that response is too informal, but she has a sense it might put Jamie at ease. “There was a bit of snow this winter. A lot of rain.”

“Which do you like more?”

It’s a harmless preference to have, Isabella is almost sure, so she thinks about it. “I think…I think rain?” she almost asks it, looking nervously to Jamie, who encourages her with a smile. “They’re both pretty, but I don’t like…I don’t like watching the snow get ruined. It makes me…um…sad.”

That’s…that’s a lot, even for trying to have a conversation, even for trying to put her tentative new pet-sitter at ease. Almost as soon as she’s done speaking, her muscles lock up, her eyes drop. Isabella’s nervous, though she doesn’t know exactly why.

Jamie sighs. “Yeah, that’s true. Snow is pretty, but slush is sad.”

“Yeah,” Isabella agrees quietly.

“Do you…do you like hot or cold weather better?”

“I…I…”

“Oh, and” – Jamie speaks up so suddenly Isabella flinches, just a little – “oh, sorry, if, um, if I’m asking something that you can’t answer…or don’t want to answer…you don’t have to, you know?” Her voice and face seem so earnest. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I’m happy to do whatever my owner wants me to,” Isabella reminds Jamie softly, and the redhead bites her lip.

“O…okay. But what if…maybe you could just, um, let me know, if there’s something that makes you uncomfortable.”

Nodding slowly, Isabella wonders how the hell she’s supposed to navigate that. As she puzzles it over, Jamie lets out a little self-conscious laugh. “I’m…I’m sorry I’m being so awkward.”

“O-oh.” Taken aback all over again, Isabella wonders how to approach this. “You’re…not, I’m sorry if I gave you that impression-”

“No, no, really, I, um, get a little nervous around new people.”

“I’m not a person,” Isabella reminds her softly, and Jamie winces.

“Oh, um…” Jamie bites her lip. “I don’t…feel that way.”

Isabella has no idea how to answer that. She and Jamie gaze at each other across the table, and Jamie is the first to look away. “Sorry,” she says quietly. “Sorry. I…I’m not…used to this.”

There’s movement in front of Jamie’s sweatshirt, and when Isabella drops her eyes, she sees that Jamie’s wringing her hands. If she’s faking her anxiousness, her awkwardness, Isabella decides, then the pet is meant to fall for it. The act is just too convincing, so…so Isabella will have to assume that it’s real.

“That’s okay.” It’s weird, weird, weird, reassuring an owner, but Jamie’s so unsure, so eager, it makes Isabella feel just a little safer. What does Mara say when Isabella’s anxious? “I…I don’t mind.”

And Jamie smiles, and Isabella feels a warmth, a relief. Is this how she’s supposed to interact with people? The talking, the warm feeling when someone smiles at her? The only person she ever sees is Mara, and this isn’t like Mara – her owner is quick, decisive, sure of herself. Jamie is anything but. It’s harder, this talking back and forth, and not what Isabella was trained for. But it doesn’t yet feel quite wrong.

Taking a deep breath, Jamie nods. “Thanks. Thank you.” Isabella just nods. “What, um…is there anything you’d like to do tonight? After dinner, I mean.”

Isabella could explain, once more, that she doesn’t have preferences, that that’s her owner’s job. Even Mara doesn’t like that, though, and Jamie has already confessed that she doesn’t know what she’s doing, so Isabella tries something else. “Usually, I clean up dinner and Mara finishes work from the day. Sometimes we watch a movie or a TV show.”

“Okay, well…well I don’t really have any work to do when I get home, so do you want to watch something? Is there anything you like?”

“I’m sorry, Jamie, I don’t know the titles.”

“Right…” Jamie seems at a loss, and Isabella wonders how much she’s going to have to teach this sitter after all.

Taking a deep breath, she tries to nudge the redhead in the right direction. “What do you usually do in the evenings?”

“Um, read, mostly.” Jamie shrugs. “Do you…do you read?”

Biting her lip, Isabella shakes her head. “I’ve been…encouraged not to,” she answers softly.

The look on Jamie’s face is strained again, stricken. “I’m…I’m sorry. I could…read to you? If you want?”

Her cheeks are pink – Jamie’s cheeks are pink, as if she’s embarrassed, making this offer to Isabella, to a pet. Now Isabella has to bite her lip to keep from smiling – Jamie’s strange, she decides, but…but kind. Perhaps it’s too early to say. Perhaps she’s making a mistake, failing some kind of test. Seeing the nervous hopeful look in Jamie’s eyes, Isabella doesn’t think so.

“That sounds nice,” she agrees, and Jamie’s cheeks go even pinker.

“Okay! Um, good. We can do that…then. After dinner?”

“After dinner,” Isabella agrees.

And after dinner Jamie does read to her. They sit on the couch – Isabella normally, hands folded in her lap; and Jamie crunched up in the corner, knees to her chest. Jamie’s bookmark is somewhere in the middle of the book, but she starts reading from the beginning, and Isabella isn’t sure if she should thank her for that.

She likes this, Isabella decides. It takes a while for her to relax, to lean back against the couch and tip her head back and listen. For a while, she looks at Jamie, and once more, that makes the redhead blush.

It’s a nice story. Jamie reads for a while, what feels like a long while, and when she needs water for her throat, she gets up herself, without even asking Isabella.

It’s strange, unaccountably strange, being with an owner, even a temporary one, that is so constantly looking for Isabella’s approval. That night, Isabella will turn it over and over in her head, trying to understand what’s going on. It must be, she finally decides, that like Mara, Jamie is making the mistake of treating Isabella like a person. It had taken several days for Mara to start losing the habit of asking for Isabella’s permission and approval and opinion on everything. Pretty soon Jamie will too.

Somewhere deep, deep in the secret heart of herself, a small, defiant part of Isabella hopes she doesn’t.

#jude #jamie #lost cause jude #whump #lady whump #pet whump #caretaker #awkward caretaker

[andawaywego]

A fic where Damie say their first “I love you’s”?

hey! yes! this! i’ve had a few requests for this and i hope you don’t mind, but i set it in a No-Ghosts, Modern AU bc why not? we see what i assume is Jamie’s first “i love you” in the show, which i may touch on later, but i wanted this quiet scene surrounded by the people they love first.

i hope you like it!

..

In the early hours of the day, the kitchen is chilly and mute, blue-gray sunlight drifting in through the windows to cast empty shadows across the counters and floors. The wind rattles through the house, sliding in through any gap it can find, and Jamie thinks that, if she tilts her head just so, she can hear the way the boards beneath her feet, the wood and stone surrounding her, bend and bulge to make room for it.

She tucks herself a little tighter into her sweater and looks across the table at Flora and Miles as they happily eat their cereal, talking to one another and Hannah. Owen is leaned back in his chair at the head of the table, his cup of tea cradled in his hands and steaming a little, still. Providing warmth, perhaps, where the house tries to leech it. Beside her, Dani shifts and their shoulders brush together and, as much of a jolt passes through her at the slight touch, the real magic is this:

That secret, little smile Dani sends her way after. 

Like they are each from a hidden world that belongs to only them—where they exist and twine together in one existence, away from the prying eyes of everyone else—and are only visiting this realm for breakfast, of all things. It says a hundred secrets they’ve whispered in the dark to one another, limbs laced together warmly beneath the sheets as they caught their breath, as they kissed slowly and loose-lipped. Learning and familiar.

It’s been six months of nights spent tangled together in Dani’s bed. Six months of dinner dates in the empty kitchen late at night; of drinks at the only pub in Bly and phone calls before bed. Six months of Dani slowly figuring out sexting and Jamie nearly regretting teaching her about it when she’s interrupted in the middle of the work day with a less-than-appropriate message or worse: photograph.

Six months after that first kiss in June when they’d been walking the grounds one evening. Jamie saying something about her lost family, her shadowed childhood, and Dani turning right then and there and just kissing her. Beneath the sunset-pinked trees at the edge of the property, the heat of the summer pressing down against her skin, sticking her tight to her clothes, as Jamie presses forward into it. 

Dani.

Jamie loves Dani. 

It’s been right there on the tip of her tongue for three full months. She’s come so close to blurting it out on more than one occasion that she’s talked to Owen about it. Hannah. She’s called Rebecca in London and asked for advice on when she’s allowed to just say it. More than once for each of them.

So often, in fact, that Dani might be the only person sitting at the table that doesn’t actually know.

It aches in her chest, rattling around and begging to be set free, but Jamie hasn’t yet. Is too frightened, perhaps. Or maybe there just hasn’t been a good enough time.

Whatever it is, Jamie can see her own pinching emotion reflected back at her from Dani’s smile that morning so clearly that it’s nearly blinding. She’s waxing poetic about wanting to spend a fevered hour beneath the heat of Dani’s mouth in her own mind when Miles’s voice catches her off guard.

“—this afternoon, Miss Clayton?” he is saying.

Dani tears her eyes from Jamie’s and blinks, dazed, then seems to catch up. 

“What’s that?” she asks. Then, “Sorry.”

But Miles doesn’t mind. Doesn’t even register her apology. Just repeats his, “I was asking if we’ll still be painting the school room today,” with little fanfare.

Understanding blesses the soft lines of Dani’s expression. “Yeah, of course,” she says. “You and Flora are going to have to put on clothes that can get paint on them, though, okay?”

Miles nods and Flora lights up the room with a smile of her own. “Oh, splendid,” she says. “I had a dream last night that we all painted a family of bears on the wall! One for each of us. Owen, yours had a mustache.”

“Did it?” Owen asks. “Sounds like a handsome bear.”

“Oh, he was.”

The conversation falls apart then, the children too excited about how they’ll be spending their day to settle down. That’s one of the funny things about Dani: before she showed up, it was like pulling teeth trying to get Miles or Flora to participate in anything resembling a chore. The school room is one that’s needed repainting for a long time—given the humidity of the rainier seasons and its position in the house, the paint has been chipping for years. Jamie always figured that, at some point, she was going to have to just give in and do it on her own, but, now that Dani is here, it seems she’s acquired three new sets of helping hands. Maybe it’s the years of teaching two dozen students in America, or maybe it’s just a special talent, but Dani has managed to turn the mundane into the extraordinary so many times that Jamie wonders sometimes if she might actually be Mary Poppins.

Wonders if that makes her Bert.

Briefly imagines dancing with a cartoon penguin and almost jumps out of her chair when a hand touches her arm.

But it’s just Dani, giving her a look that’s half-amused, half-concerned. “Sorry,” she says, but Jamie shakes her head.

“Don’t hafta apologize for touching me, Poppins,” she says, giving a little wink, and Dani’s cheeks blush pink. “Just caught me off guard.”

Beneath the table, Dani’s hand is still on Jamie’s arm, her grip loose and lovely, sparking like wires up and down the length of Jamie’s skin. She remembers that morning—Dani pressed into her back beneath the covers, one of her arms wrapped around Jamie’s stomach, her fingers moving fluidly and madly between Jamie’s legs. She clenches her thighs together and tries to calm down. 

It doesn’t work.

That’s the thing she’s learned the most often since that first kiss in the gardens: being with Dani is almost like being on fire all the time. Jamie can’t seem to catch a break, and she really believes now that she wouldn’t even take one if it were offered.

“You’re so pretty,” Dani breathes, but that’s clearly not what she’d meant to say. It just comes out in this drifting voice that Jamie recognizes because she has one just like it. Part of her is constantly reassured when Dani speaks like this that she is not the only one left dazed by their each interaction. 

“So are you,” Jamie says. “Before you ask, I’m going to go pick up the paint after breakfast.”

Dani’s eyebrows lift a little, then settle back down. That’s what she’d meant to discuss, apparently, and, now that Jamie has finished the thought for her, she seems a bit more in control of herself and the situation. 

“You’re a saint,” she says next and Jamie rolls her eyes.

“Hardly.”

Across the table, Hannah is getting to her feet and the children are doing the same, grabbing their used dishes and toddling after the older woman to take them to the sink. Dani and Jamie linger at the table for a beat, neither of them willing to release the other from their hold when faced with a long day spent beneath the watchful, innocent eyes of two children.

Finally, Owen stands up and they have no choice. Their only alternative is to spend the rest of the day sitting right there and Jamie thinks she’d end up getting a little stiff if they decided on that. 

Dani offers to take Jamie’s mug to the sink and Jamie smiles.

Says, “Thanks,” and watches her girlfriend make her way over, setting the dishes she’s carrying on the counter beside where Miles is obediently filling up the sink with warm, soapy water.

“Who’s going to be my dish-dryer?” she asks, her voice enthusiastic despite the content of her question. 

Still—magic as ever—Miles and Flora flood the air with eager I will’s and let me’s. 

Owen gives Dani an impressed look. Hannah just smiles and leans against the island counter. 

“I’m gonna head to the hardware shop,” Jamie says, seemingly to no one in particular, but it has its intended effect. 

Dani turns around from the sink and smiles over at her. “You really are a saint,” she says without a hint of joking.

“Just make sure the little gremlins are dressed and ready when I get back,” Jamie tells her. “Housework waits for no man.”

“Hear, hear!” Owen says and Dani laughs as she steps around the counter to reach Jamie, still standing there.

“If you think of anything else you’ll need, let me know,” Jamie says and Dani nods, reaching out to touch Jamie’s cold hand with her own. 

“I will,” she says. “Thank you. Again.”

Jamie shrugs. “No trouble. Won’t take too long.”

Normally, this would be the part where Dani would give her a quick peck on the cheek or on the lips and say her goodbyes. Just a quick thing because they’re half-a-year into being together and that’s the sort of thing couples do. Or so Jamie has seen on TV and is learning now—she hadn’t much experience before Dani. It’s happened so often in the past that it’s practically routine now, but things are different just then.

Something changes.

Because Dani does lean in and give Jamie a quick kiss on the lips. She does say, “Hurry back,” like she normally might have, but there’s an extra part thrown in at the last second. 

“Love you.”

Dani says it so quickly, so thoughtlessly, that Jamie responds before she even processes the significance of those two words.

She just says, “Love you, too,” and goes to pull away.

But, before she can, everything comes crashing into her like a freight train. Dani seems to be undergoing the same realization Jamie is given the way her eyes are wide and unblinking.

They stare at each other for a moment—seemingly forever. Dani stands in front of Jamie, the light from outside brightening her hair into a halo like an angel’s, and her blood is pumping swift through her heart and veins. It’s strange that all she’s doing is standing in the kitchen—Miles and Flora and Hannah and Owen standing just behind Dani—and yet she feels like she could very suddenly run to the moon and back without needing a break. 

Like she could fly or spread her arms around the world without an ounce of trouble and squeeze it tight. Like she should because Dani just said she loves her and shouldn’t that make her capable of anything?

She thinks so.

“I love you,” she hears herself say, slower this time, making sure that Dani understands.

Dani’s lips part just barely and she nods like she’s agreeing to something, but Jamie isn’t sure what. “I love you, too,” she says. “Hey.” 

“Yeah?” Jamie asks, her eyes tracing the gentle shape of Dani’s face, the dip of her nose and the slender arch of her neck. 

Dani leans forward a little, their foreheads brushing. “I love you,” she repeats.

Their lips brush together, soft and singing reverence in a kiss that can’t be sustained because each of them is smiling too much for that. Cool fingers wrap themselves around Jamie’s hands and it very suddenly doesn’t matter who else is in the room for this. It might as well just be them.

An ordinary morning. Breakfast in the kitchen and work to do later. After a night spent doing normal things; making dinner together and watching TV. Jamie vacuumed her flat and Dani wiped down her counters and then they fell into bed together because that’s what it is to love someone. 

That’s how you do it.

In the little in-between times. Love in offering your jacket when it’s cold; in pressing your chilled toes against the warmth of your other’s skin; in brushing your teeth side-by-side and holding hands when you’re waiting in line with your shopping basket at the market.

What is so frightening about that?

What better time to say it than when you can’t keep it contained any longer?

Nothing.

There isn’t a better time.

Easy does it.

Life ticks on around them—the children laughing and splashing one another with water, Owen making a joke that only Hannah finds funny, and that soft, green paint waiting to be picked up in town—but Jamie takes a moment to breathe. To let the puzzle pieces slide together, colors mixing in and stirring out smooth. Clean.

Leans in and kisses Dani again, longer this time, and says what she’s been wanting to say all along, which is this:

“I love you, Dani. I love you, too.”

..

#damie au #damie prompt #dani x jamie #dani/jamie #thobm #dani x jamie fanfic #the haunting of bly manor #fluff

[enragedbisexual]

how wonderful life is while you’re in the world

carolmaria; angsty bc of some misunderstandings n shit but it ends on a good note i promise <3

also on ao3

The pain, Maria remembered, had once felt as heavy as the boxes they had carried into their first apartment, as sharp as her ex girlfriend’s wit. She remembered it being so overwhelming, so suffocating. That’s what it would have been like for me out there, Maria often thinks, now. Suffocating.

“Out there,” was Maria’s two syllable euphemism for a one syllable word that terrified her: space. Space—the infinite, alien world where Carol had been, while Maria was at home, lost and bitter and angry. And achingly alone.

She didn’t feel any resentment or anger of any kind when it came to Carol; she never could. And besides, in this case, she certainly didn’t have a reason to. Whatever Maria had been feeling all those years, whatever seemingly impossible struggles she went through, she knew Carol couldn’t have been doing much better. Part of Maria was grateful she didn’t know where Carol was that whole time, or what she had been doing, because if she had, god knows how much worse life would’ve been. It wouldn’t have only been her pain, it would’ve been Carol’s too. If she had known Carol was out there, somewhere, not with her? That they were both alone? It would’ve been unbearable.

When Carol came back, though, Maria went through everything all over again. Except this time, it was—notably—worse.

It didn’t start out that way, of course. For a few, fleeting seconds, in fact, it was the complete opposite. It was euphoria.

When Maria saw Carol again, after six years—six years of hoping and wishing and giving up and inevitably starting all over again—an inexplicable sensation had whirled through her entire being. The feeling was something that, to this day, Maria struggles to truly characterize or express. The only thing that even comes close to the way she felt on that day, is the way she felt on another, very different day, in the summer of 1984.

That summer was vibrant, it was electrifying; it was karaoke nights that rescued them from distant, trepidatious days. And it had been on a particularly loud, dizzy night, after a particularly long and weary day, that Carol had kissed Maria for the first time. It was that feeling, multiplied by a thousand. A million, even. That was what went rushing through her veins when Carol came back.

“Aunty Carol? Mom! It’s Aunty Carol!”

Monica’s words felt cruel, at first, like the universe didn’t think Maria had suffered enough. But then Maria turned around, and she looked at Carol with her own eyes. Carol held her gaze, and suddenly Maria was the one who wasn’t really there. She was in the bathroom of a bar and she was nineteen and it was the end of July, and she had her eyes closed and her back against the door and Carol’s hand on her waist. That was the feeling.

Just as soon as it had been given, the feeling was taken away. It disappeared bluntly, eerily reminiscent of the way Carol had disappeared six years ago.

“I’m not really who you think I am.”

“Cruel,” at that point, was an understatement. A pitiful attempt to explain the sense of loss Maria felt, grasping at words that weren’t there, because of course they couldn’t be there, because god why would anyone create a word for a feeling no one should ever have to feel?

Maria asked herself that over and over. She was riddled with guilt, and she hated herself, and the world, and she couldn’t make sense of anything. To feel something other than bliss or gratitude when your person comes back from the dead—it felt like she was committing an act of treason against every god there’s ever been.

But Maria couldn’t help her devastation. Carol was back, yes. She was on Earth and she was alive, but she didn’t remember anything. The only person Maria had ever been in love with didn’t even know who she was, let alone reciprocate the sentiment. Maria was technically truthful from the start; she did tell Carol that they were best friends, after all. She never lied, she just ... omitted some major details. What else was she supposed to do?

Hey I know you just got back to Earth and you’re pretty shaken up considering the whole you-don’t-remember-ninety-percent-of-your-life thing and also you can shoot blasts of energy from your hands now, but we were actually supposed to get married, so, is that still on the table?

Please! Maria could never bring herself to say something like that, not even after Fury and the Skrulls, when life was back to some semblance of normalcy. This would take time. It was still too much to come to terms with.

-----

Today, though, a little over a year after Carol saved the Skrulls, Maria was doing just that. She was past “coming to terms” and on her way to healing, actually. She knew Carol had been finding pieces of herself everyday (small pieces, but they fit just the same), and Maria couldn’t have been happier for her.

Be that as it may, she wasn’t holding out hope for a miracle, anymore. One day, she and Carol had been looking at old photos, which they did all the time. It seemed to bring Carol real comfort, and Maria wanted her to feel safe. Glancing at a photo of the two of them in uniform, making silly faces at the camera, something in Carol’s eyes had flickered—a spark Maria had desperately hoped meant I remember, I’m yours.

It didn’t. But instead of letting her spirit crumble, (like the Jenga towers they and Monica were always building too high), Maria forced herself to stop feeling so hopeless. It sounds insane, even as she thinks back now, but she managed to heal her deepest wounds in a short few days.

All it took, truly, was a serious shift in her perspective. She had been feeling so cheated, like the universe didn’t care about her at all. She felt like she had been cosmically cursed, and she would get so angry. Plenty of days, she wouldn’t sleep at all, plagued by nightmares made up of her own memories. Maria was so focused on everything she didn’t—or couldn’t—ever have again, that she was so wildly unaware of the gifts she had been given.

At the end of the day, Maria decided, she was just happy, and lucky, to know Carol. She was lucky to have Carol in her life again. Any and everything she might have beyond that was a blessing.

And she did have a lot, in fact. They didn’t kiss, or make love, or fall asleep together every night. But they were incredibly close, Monica included; they were a family, if an unconventional one. Maria can’t count the number of times she’s fallen asleep with Monica’s head in her lap and Carol’s on her shoulder, or the nights Carol has come into her room shaken by a nightmare, and Maria has held her close and stroked her hair and whispered reassurances until her friend fell back asleep.

When you fall in love with someone, and they never hurt you—things end on good terms, or maybe you never even got together in the first place—when you fall in love like that, it’s so hard to fall out. In the back of your mind, they’ll always be there, hanging around and showing up in your daydreams when you least expect it.

You might move on, you might “get over” them, in theory, but in practice? If they showed up and asked to be yours, would you say yes?

See, after some serious, and, yes—tearful—ruminating, Maria knew the answer. She knew it would never change. But she also decided she didn’t need everything. She didn’t need for them to be in love, whatever that even meant, and she didn’t want to waste her time on this Earth full of sad feelings. She wanted happy feelings, and she had them.

Forgive me for being a living cliche, Maria had pleaded jokingly, and to no one in particular, but this is more than enough.

As for Carol, she had been getting little pieces of her memory back: a fuzzy vignette of a family road trip she took as a kid, blurry frames of the day she first learned how to ride a bike ...

... A vision of two hands shaking as they interlaced their fingers, a flash of skin on skin and a fire in her stomach whenever she lay next to Maria for too long, a jolt of energy as her lips pressed someone else’s to the offbeat of loud karaoke in a dark bathroom stall.

Okay, she hadn’t told anyone—she hadn’t told Maria—about those last three pieces.

First of all, Carol couldn’t even be sure of what was happening in her own mind. She obviously didn’t trust herself, or her memories, because she knew they had been toyed with before. And although it was, admittedly, a bit of a stretch to think that would be happening to her again, it felt more like leaps and bounds to think that she and Maria had been .... something.

So, she presumed, the former it must be, then.

Carol shoved all her soft-edged pieces—a label designated for those memories which focused on the two of them—down and away from the big picture. They didn’t fit.

Well, she wasn’t sure if they did. She hasn’t asked Maria about it. She was far, far too terrified.

-----

Maria had been getting the strangest sense from Carol over the past few weeks. She wanted to ask her what was going on, but she didn’t want to make Carol feel bad or uncomfortable. Maria knew it wasn’t right, or reasonable, to think of Carol as being so fragile. She was one of the strongest beings in the entire universe; she could handle a question. Or two.

Monica was at school, and Carol and Maria were sitting on the couch—close enough to touch but decidedly, not—watching reruns of Charlie’s Angels. An especially irritating commercial interrupted their viewing, leading Carol to quickly press MUTE on the remote.

For a second, Maria was grateful. After all, they had seen this guy drone on about Chevy’s plethora of meaningless awards at least ten times over the past 24 hours alone, and it was annoying. Except, now, the room was unnervingly quiet, save for a faint, steady buzz coming from their refrigerator in the other room. Under different circumstances, Maria wouldn’t be bothered at all by this sort of silence. She and Carol were perfectly capable of coping with lapses in conversation; in fact, they enjoyed it. At this exact moment in time, however, the lack of chit-chat was making both of them unusually anxious.

They knew they needed to talk about the way things had been recently. Maria noticed Carol had been keeping more and more to herself, holding her breath whenever Maria got too close. For weeks, Maria had been dying to bring it up, always on the verge of unlocking whatever kept her from saying the things she was thinking, yet always swallowing the key in favor of swallowing her pride.

Now, it’s been unlocked. And there’s no going back, Maria concluded.

“Carol, is everything okay?” Maria asked. She tried to be nonchalant about it, but you could tell it was anything other than a casual question.

Carol didn’t turn to face her, like Maria had expected. She kept her eyes on the television, the bright whites and blues of a new commercial flashing across her face in the dim light.

“Yeah? Everything’s okay.” Carol made eye contact, now. “Why? Are you okay?”

The first yeah wasn’t a lack of conviction on Carol’s part. On the contrary, actually. She seemed confident, like she only made her voice go up in that inquisitive manner in order to ensure that her puzzlement with Maria's inquiry was properly expressed.

“I’m okay,” Maria said slowly, without breaking eye contact. A split second passed, and it was long enough for Maria to change her mind.

Quickly, Maria admitted, “I’m sort of confused, to tell you the truth. Did I do something wrong? I feel like, lately, you’ve been acting like, I’m a ticking time bomb or something. I don’t know, I’m sorry, I’m probably just being-“

“No, no it’s okay,” Carol interrupted. She was looking at Maria, but Maria was looking away, as if she could literally see the words she didn’t get to say hanging in the air.

“Hey,” Carol said, her voice more insistent this time. “Look at me, it’s okay.” Maria looked, her face a picture of relief and confusion. Carol was smiling softly at her.

When Maria didn’t ask anything else, Carol knew she had to be the one to clear the air, even if she had approximately zero idea what to say.

Carol plopped her hands down onto her jeans, over the top of her thigh, and audibly took in a breath. Her eyes, like her hands, were on the tattered blue denim she was wearing. She moved her hands up and down her thighs nervously until she stopped at the place she had began, shrugged her shoulders up awkwardly, and then exhaled as she closed her eyes and let the muscles of her upper body fall back into a relaxed position. Her head was still pointed towards their carpeted living room floor.

Maria, chewing her lip in an attempt to tame the beast that was her anticipation, watched as Carol opened her eyes and turned to face her.

As soon as their eyes were locked, Carol started, “I’ve kind of been keeping something from you.” She felt the guilt and the worry start to bubble up in her stomach. “I’m really sorry.”

Maria didn’t seem shaken. Carol didn’t know what to make of that.

Maria just sort of nodded, ever so slightly, and Carol realized this might be more of a monologue situation than she had originally anticipated.

Nevertheless, she continued, “You know how I’ve been remembering stuff, here and there, and how we always talk about the stuff I remember? Well, I ... well. There’s just some memories, or something, that I’m not so sure about? I mean, I’m sure I’m having them, like, I’m definitely seeing everything, I just don’t know if they’re mine.”

Maria looked horrified. “You think someone got inside—is, inside—your head again?”

“I don’t know,” Carol said. She felt so awful, making Maria worry like this. She had to come out with it.

“No, I don’t think so,” Carol confessed defeatedly, heaving a sigh. “I’m just making excuses, I guess. I’m scared, Maria. Promise you’ll tell me the truth?”

“The truth about what? I would never lie to you. You know that. And you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” Maria grazed the top of Carol’s hand with the tips of her fingers as she asked that last question, and Carol’s hand sprang up from the couch, startling them both.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I don’t know—I don’t know why I did that,” Carol explained hurriedly, trailing off at the end of her sentence. Maria just stared.

“Look, I-I’ve been having these memories. Of us? Not how we are now but like, us, Maria. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

If the silence had been a grey cloud before, it was a full blown thunderstorm now.

The look on Maria’s face was the same look she wore the day Carol arrived in their little suburbia. Carol didn’t know if that was a good thing. She wanted it to be. She really, really wanted it to be.

Practically whispering, Maria leaned closer and said, “I ... can you—can you tell me more?”

Carol swallowed against the lump in her throat.

“Yeah, yeah, yes,” she assured. “Okay. Um, there’s a few. Sometimes, I see two hands trying to hold onto each other. They’re both reaching, and shaking, and then they intertwine their fingers ... I wasn’t sure what to think of that one. I thought to myself, well that could be anyone. But, that’s not true.” Carol delivered those details without facing Maria directly. Her eyes were staring off into space, like she was here, with Maria, but she was also somewhere else.

“I know what my own hand looks like,” Carol explained, “I know what yours looks like. I don’t know. I’m just afraid, I guess. I don’t know what to believe.” She looked a bit ashamed. “No, I’m-I’m afraid to believe. I’m afraid.”

Maria lifted her hand off the sofa and reached up to press it against Carol’s left cheek, staying there for a moment, and then gently moving Carol’s face towards her own.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Carol. I promise. Just take a breath, yeah?” Carol nodded, and visibly took the advice. “What else have you been seeing?”

Carol began, “I see flashes of something, um.” She felt herself blushing, and she knew Maria would notice. It only made her skin hotter.

“Yeah?” Maria encouraged her to continue.

“You know how you said you’ve been feeling like, well, that I've been making you feel like, a ‘ticking time bomb?’ I think-“

“I’m sorry,” Maria cut her off. “I’m sorry I said that, I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty-“

Carol didn’t let her finish. “No, no it’s okay. That’s not what—no. It’s okay.” She beamed at Maria, hoping to hammer home the statement, which was one hundred percent genuine.

Then, she continued, “It’s just, I’ve been seeing us in bed. Together.” She sighed, and looked at Maria.

“We’re not—in the memories we’re not—we aren’t ... sleeping.”

By now, the tension was mounting, although it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable. It just felt like a precursor to something inevitable, something important. Maria did have a bit of a knowing smile on her face, but she also looked hesitant, like she desperately wanted to do something and at the very same time was petrified by what that something might be.

Well, love conquers fear, as they say.

While their gazes were both locked onto each other, Maria leaned in and kissed Carol, quite quickly, on the mouth.

It seemed as though the act was over in less than an instant, and yet every instant they had left on this Earth had now been forever changed. The trajectory of their lives was finally back on track.

Apparently, Carol didn’t exactly appreciate the moment being so brief. She kissed Maria again, and unlike her friend, she didn’t show much restraint. Her hands were in Maria’s hair in less time than it had taken her to mute that commercial, and Maria had her knuckle in the loop of Carol’s blue jeans.

Between kisses, Carol mumbled something along the lines of, “Hey, this is just like that night at the karaoke bar.”

Maria pulled back instantly, her eyes wide.

“You remember that?” Maria asked, her voice full of wonder and awe.

Carol grinned. “Yeah, babe. It’s been the only show on the Carol Danvers channel,” she said, tapping her index finger against her temple, “for, like, the past month.”

Immediately, the room was filled with the sound of Maria’s laughter, then Carol’s too, and, eventually, another silence.

This silence wasn’t intimidating. It wasn’t a storm, no. It was the clouds slowly dissipating, the way they do right before the sun comes back out to say hello.

Both of their eyes were sparkling, their faces glowing and their hair lightly tousled. They looked like they could’ve been in a commercial themselves: “couple waking up and drinking coffee together in their pajamas,” or something.

It was Maria who spoke first.

“So,” she began “we’re ... us, again?”

Carol let the question bounce around in her mind for a few moments.

“I can’t believe we ever stopped being us, Maria. Let’s not let it happen again, okay? You’re my person. Always.”

Carol laced their fingers together. Another memory come true.

“If I remember correctly, we have one more memory to relive, don’t we?” Maria teased.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, Carol replied, “Rambeau, always with your mind in the gutter.”

Maria rolled her eyes.

“Okay okay!” Carol said, “I’m just kidding. Come here, my love.”

Maria was smiling so wide her cheeks hurt, and at any other moment with anyone else in the world, she would’ve been thinking about something incredibly ridiculous, like whether or not her smile made her look unattractive. Right now, here, with the girl she's loved since she was nineteen? She couldn’t have cared less.

#carolmaria #danbeau #captain marvel #mcu #marvel #f/f #sapphic #im actually proud of this so #that's cool

[nad-zeta]

Match up ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

hey love ! may i have a ikesen match up please? (*´꒳`*)/ i’m not the best at these, so i apologize if i rambled !

about me ;

( fem. isfj. gemini. hufflepuff. )

i’m generally pretty quiet & reserved, but depending on the person, i can be social ! i tend to look very serious, but i swear i’m just an awkward dork who cares a lots about the random things ?? i’m generally like that worried « mom » type friend in my group— idk how many times i’ve been told « okay/yes mom » ; i think i’ve just accepted it at this point. i like to think i’m pretty kind & hardworking. i try to be very polite & courteous around people– patience being my main thing when interacting with others. with people i’m close with, my humors ranges from horrrible puns to sarcastic comments.

for some of my interests/hobbies— i really enjoy writing, reading, drawing (from time to time), playing sports (i have a competitive side lol!), learning, and listening to music. i adore cats, rainy/stormy weather & those late night conversations with close friends for some reason?? i dislike hot weather & when people cry (bc honestly i’m so bad at helping & i feel bad). i honestly am the person to go to for someone to listen to you as i’m not that confident in giving advice askadftjdsk.

thank youu for taking the time to read this- i appreciate you spending time on these !! ＾＾

Hi hi, love!🌻❤ Thank you so much for the request and for waiting sooooooo long!🔥 I hope you enjoy it and I hope you have the best day!🌻❤ 

So I match you with............. Yukimura 

The first time you meet Yukimura was when he saved you from falling to your death while you were running away from the Oda forces. He pulled you by the waist back to safety, and soon both of you realised just how close you were. Yukimura still had his arms around your waist, and the two of you were nose to nose, it wasn’t until Shingen made some flirty comment that the two of you instantly jumped away from each other, both blushing profusely. When you were with Yuki, your guard had dropped momentarily, but it was now straight back up, and your shy reserved demeanour returned.

Soon you were surrounded by yet another group of men, and these lot really did look like a mixed bag, you had the cold ice price, the flirty hunk, the extravagant artist, the forest ranger and then someone whom you instantly recognised, a nerdy-looking scientist. Just as your eyes met his, you could see that he, too, had recognised you. He pulled you aside and told you what had happened and that you had been flung back into the past. You were shook. Never in a million years did you think this was possible yet here you were surrounded by some of the worlds greatest warlords, 500 years in the past. Just then, the ice prince glared at you, and after seeing your frightened expression, his softened a bit, and he asked you if you would like to come and stay with them. This, of course, caused the whole group to gasp in surprise.

You made your way back to Kasugayama Castle, riding with the feared God of war. Once you returned you were named princess of the Uesugi clan and Kenshin basically adopted you as his little sister. Even though you were a princess, and you didn’t have to lift a finger, you didn’t want to feel indebted or take advantage of the warlord's kindness. So you started helping out wherever you could. You worked incredibly hard for the castle and its people, and soon you were loved by all the warlords and maids. Everyone adored your kind, courteous, polite manner of speaking, and you would basically get on well with everyone. There was one person in particular that you got on very well with, and that was Kasugayama’s blushy boy himself, Yuki. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but when you were with him you felt at ease, and you were yourself

Yukimura would often make aloof and blunt comments toward you, which would spark, the two of you to playfully bicker for hours and hours. Like one time you were running in the halls to deliver an important message to Kenshin when you almost ran straight into Yuki. After you had delivered the letter, Yuki caught up to you on his way to his next meeting, “Careful where you run wild boar, you almost knocked me over.” “You calling me a boar is rich considering we both know, who is the most stubborn between the two of us is, and just so there is no confusion, that would be you, wild boarman.” This little light bickering and banter was an everyday occurrence with you two, as one of you always had some goofy, sarcastic remark or comeback to strike up conversation with the other.

Yuki had come to love your awkward, dorky personality, and the two of you would often talk about the most RANDOM topics. He also really liked your competitive side, as you would often give him a run for his money. The two of you are always making a competition out of everything. “Hey race you to the tea house, the loser has to pay!” Yuki would always smile his boyish smile at you, whenever you would challenge him to a contest. “Oh, it’s on dummy, hope you are ready to pay for tea and lunch, cause there is no way I’m going to lose.”

And of course, he lost…. “Next time I’ll definitely win,” he would always say with the biggest grin and a slight blush. But of course, racing each other wasn’t the only thing the two of you cuties did together, after Yukimura found out that you loved playing sport, he taught you some self-defence/fighting moves. This, of course, would spark a wrestling/fighting contest between the two of you, which always ended in laughs. As just before Yuki would proclaim your defeat, you would bring out your secret weapon, which was the knowledge that this blushy boy is incredibly ticklish. And so a match would start anew.

It was a good thing that you are a mom friend because Yuki had a bad habit of pushing himself too hard for too long. He wanted nothing more than to get stronger so he could return back to his home town one day with Shingen. Whenever you would see him start to look dreary and tired, you being the classic mom friend that you are, would take him by the hand and lead him to your favourite spot in the garden. You would then sit down and pull him to sit down beside you, and before he even knows what's going on, you will guide his head to rest on your lap. He will legit be as red as a beet, causing you to chuckle at the sight of even the tips of his ears staining red in embarrassment. You will simply smile down at him and start lecturing him about needing to look after his health and needing to take breaks more often. You can't help but flick his forehead midway through the scolding session, as he rolls his eye and says; “yes mom.” 

One day, while you were giving this boy yet another lecture about overworking himself, and pulling your fingers through his hair. Yukimura can't help but be lulled to sleep by the soothing feeling of your fingers gently massaging his scalp and at your gentle voice laced with love and concern for him.

The two of you sat like that for a while, you stared down at the handsome man's face, and your fingers drifted by their own accord from his hair, to caress the lines of his face. You thought Yukimura was fast asleep, “I really love you, you know that boar, man.”

You were startled when all of a sudden, he moved his hand to cover yours, as he twined his fingers with yours and he looked up into your beautiful eyes, “I l-love you to dummy.” He then placed his other hand at the back of your neck and pulled you down to meet in a kiss. Shingen who had been out on the balcony had seen the whole scene unfold and he was honestly so happy that his little vassal had finally found someone to take care of him. Plus the two of you had been dancing around each other for a while now especially, whenever anyone would mention that the two of you made a cute couple.

Cause Yukimura knows that you love music, he will often take you to a late-night festival, where the two of you will sit under the stars together and listen to some good music. When the festival is over, the two of you would leisurely walk home hand in hand just making the funniest jokes and worst puns. It is definitely not uncommon for the two of you to stay up late into the night just chatting and sipping on tea. 

Yuki's favourite weather like yours is rainy, stormy days, even more so, now that he has finally found a lover to spend those days with. Whenever there is a storm or a light drizzle outside the two of you would cuddle up together in the fluffiest blankie and read. Sometimes it would be a book about the most random of topics, other times Yukimura would insist your read to him a piece of your newest writing. Sometimes the two of you would just be snuggled together each doing their own thing, you would read, and he would catch up on his reports.

Because you are a princess, you are always expected to attend every war council so that you could stay well informed about the happenings of the castle. You always found these affairs to be quite boring so you would sit and doodle. Once Kenshin saw how beautiful your little doodles were, he made sure to get you the best drawing pencils and papers to keep you entertained during councils. He especially loves the drawing you made of his little bunnies. This always made Yuki a little jealous, but soon that melted away as you would make him a drawing of his wolf pup. A drawing which he would proudly displays in his room for all to see.

Yuki really loves that you are more of a listener than a talker when it comes to giving out advice. He is often burdened with so much stress and responsibility that all he wants to do is just, be heard. He knows he can't go to Sasuke or Shingen cause they never really listen, just start to shoot off the most random of advice. But not you, you’re always there to lend him a shoulder to lean on and listen, as he unpacks his problems. Gently holding his hand and giving it a few squeezes during his story to indicate that you are still listening and there for him. After he is done unpacking his problems, he actually quickly finds his own solution. Just simply having talked to you was enough for him to see the problem more clearly. Of course, don’t fret cause this boy will do the exact same for you. 

Whenever you are feeling down, he will pull you into his arms and let you vent out all your problems, quietly listening while kissing your temples to remind you that he is always there for you

The two of you honestly make the cutest couple, always joking and goofing around, whether it’s making horrible puns or flinging sarcastic comments at each other, it’s always a good time. When the two of you are together, there is always some or other competition or challenge underway. But don’t stress as the two of you also share plenty of quiet moment, where you can just simply relax and enjoy the presence and company of each other

Other potential matches……………. Mitsuhide

I hope you enjoyed this dear and I hope you have the best day! 🌻❤🔥

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[cirocchio]

AU details 03. Final Fantasy VII

‘They say you’ve come wandering here from the grass plains. Miss, have you seen stars before?’ ‘Before I came here, I did.’ ‘Are they beautiful?’ ‘Magickal.’ The woman smiles, wistfully. She misses them. ‘My mother used to tell me a story, that stars are the eyes of the Cetra which will guide our path in life.’ ‘What’s a Cetra?’ ‘Hm –’ A pause; she only has a handful of tales from her mother, and none tell her what a Cetra is. It’s a question she’s asked herself many times, too. ‘I don’t know. It’s, ah, just a s-story. But, they sound very nice.’

Ciri is born in an unspecified location in Gaia, εγλ 1988. Her mother belongs to a nomadic people who began travelling when poverty and lack of resources forced them to begin a search for a new place to settle. They never found one, instead told stories of Cetra, who are some mythological, fey-like or even god-like creatures, which have disappeared but will one day return and be able to guide them to the ‘promised land’. To a place of abundance, a place of peace. The stories are primarily passed down orally, which leads to embellishments, altered versions, twists and tweaks which make the truth of what a Cetra truly is hard to trace. Not that it matters – these stories are, like any religion or cult, a means to keep hope alive in the hearts of people, to promise them a better life.

If these nomads do get a chance to settle down, it is always in the slums, in poverty-stricken areas, in old miner towns or the outskirts of settlements; because they’re not exactly wanted, not exactly welcome; they don’t come from here and don’t really belong. These wanderers are nothing but liars and thieves, that is common knowledge.

It is no surprise that Shinra caught wind of these tales, too. They soon discovered the tales were just that -- tales, and that none of these nomads had ever actually seen a Cetra. No luck there – but these poor, lost, unwelcome humans were perfect test subjects for their experiments. No-one would miss a handful of vagrants without a place to call home; without a strong leader or spokesperson to represent them. And in a community where truths are being passed from mouth-to-mouth, it’s easy to sprinkle in a few rumours: it’s the locals who have murdered, abducted, or sold their kin. This sparks resentment and distrust, and the nomads close themselves off to outsiders. No more shared stories, no more exchanging of customs and commerce. So too is Ciri’s mother eventually taken away as a test subject by Shinra, and the truth about her disappearance - and presumed death - is buried. Or so it seems.

Ciri grows up under the care of her uncle (Remo), a merchant of all kinds of wares - but mostly of all of tales. Ciri is always found in the audience. He tells her stories of her mother and her family, as well as his own, and Ciri assumes they travel so often because this is their habit, as well as for his work. She doesn’t know that Remo truly tries to uncover is the truth behind the disappearances and, mostly, what has happened to Ciri’s mother. He tries to keep this a secret from Ciri - though she catches some wind of it as she grows older. Remo seems to be somewhat involved with supplying AVALANCHE various kinds of items, but his ties with the group are rather shallow. Ciri’s father, Silvan, mostly keeps to his own and is a seemingly cowardly, meek, obedient man. He does, however, help Remo in his search from a distance and supplies him with wares from his store.

One day Remo too disappears, and Ciri is left to her own devices; she never cared much for Silvan, they have an awkward relationship at best. She ends up in the slums of Midgar where she offers to work as a guide, or if she has access, as a middle-man in transactions that come from her father’s shop. She’s blissfully unaware that some of them are less-than-honest business partners.

After the meteor impact, she mostly works as a scavenger + guide and will be looking for any survivors - friends who may have perished during the impact.

notes:

Bc she is Babey she very rarely travels out of Midgar alone ( and even in the slums its… hard ), in the past Remo was a fair match to any monsters they encountered but by herself it’s kind of – hard. Hence, her being a guide is really mutually beneficial: she gets to travel and the other person gets the safest / quickest route. She’s more of a hitchhiker in that sense, perhaps. nhgfdgs

Oh yes she has a VERY SHITTY motorcycle that breaks down every week at least once. No van in this verse, just a useless pizza delivery type of motorcycle.

she is a Weak-ass Binch. AS IN ANY VERSE nahdh. I do suppose in a ffvii setting you need some basic skill to fend off monsters, especially since she used to travel a lot, but she’d be more lucky than skilled in fights. She uses a stick. a rock. a scrap of metal. anything she can find on the ground to defend herself. Resourceful, that she is, at least.

Has no real strong opinion on either AVALANCHE or Shinra; though she’s aware that Shinra is deceptive and corrupt, and not at all as benevolent as they make themselves appear. She’s not inclined to do much about it, though ( this because she mostly believes she can’t ).

she may not believe herself very useful but she does have ties with distant family, friends; other nomads who settled down in various places and who she recognises as distant childhood friends. It’s more thanks to Remo that these ties were strengthened and maintained, but it means she has a bed to sleep in most places should she need it.

I imagine that, because she has been travelling a lot, Ciri knows her way around to remote places, knows the safest routes and is a valuable guide if you want to get somewhere as quickly and safely as possible.

The whole Cetra thing has absolutely no significance later on ( doesn’t give her Exclusive Knowledge or Powers or anything, it’s just a backstory meant to incorporate some roma elements into this verse ) save for that, if she were to ever interact with an aerith, and were to find out the truth about her, that she’d be very starry-eyed and enchanted by her but well, honestly, who isn’t mesmerised by aerith??

plot points:

finding out the truth about her parent(s); her mother in particular

a possibility is that her mother hasn’t died but has been discarded as a failure by Shinra and is one of the many monsters roaming in the slums ( open for discussion ); also probably hidden away somewhere i don’t imagine they ket their failed human experiments roam freely about najgfhdsg

Remo’s disappearance is equally ambiguous; I imagine that he ended up in an accident or it was a wrong-time-wrong-place kind of thing, not necessarily an intentional murder - this can also be discussed. CIri’s looking for Remo more than her mother because Remo still has a chance of being alive ( disappeared when she was 18 )

with her backstory I believe there’s enough material to get her involved with either AVALANCHE or Shinra or – anyone really. she can be approached on the account of Remo ( who was more active, social, likeable, and had a bit of a reputation ) for whichever reason - this mostly to set up a first interaction and the likes i imagine? to give ideas :’)

#( au info. ) #( verse: ffvii. )

[quinlinkin]

take it from me ( i’d be lost without you ) ↳ Q’s twdg writing challenge

character(s): willy, mitch, ruby, aasim, louis, violet, omar, rosie, aj, tenn, clementine ship(s): aasim/ruby ( rusim ), clementine/violet ( violentine ) word count: 1462 author’s note: i mean, when aren’t we all in need of some pure, wholesome willy moments? takes place in the spring after the events of tfs ( in which everyone is alive bc to hell with canon sometimes amirite )

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*credits to the wonderful @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale​​​​​​​​​ for creating this challenge! you can view the entire prompt list + further details here. happy writing!!

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                                          day thirteen ; hug.

It’s on an early, sunny spring day in which Willy declares a brand new, totally legitimate holiday.

National Hug Day. Well- Ericson Resident Hug Day, at the very least. He also realizes that he doesn’t actually know what the current date is, but he’s fairly certain Aasim does. He’ll be sure to not only ask him about it later, but request that he write down this new holiday so they can remember it every single year from now on.

The idea is promptly born as Willy sits upon the admin building’s front staircase, idly practicing the knife tricks that Mitch had taught him over the long winter months. Though his attention only remains focused on twirling the blade around between his fingertips for so long, and eventually, he finds himself looking out across the expanse of the courtyard.

Today is the first nice day they’ve had since the cold weather had finally begun to lessen. The sun is bright and warm, just enough for them to safely ditch their heavy winter gear in favor of lighter, more comfortable clothes. Louis isn’t wearing his trench coat anymore, the sleeves of his baseball tee rolled up past his elbows as he cleans arrows from their earlier hunting trip. Mitch leaves the admin building in a simple t-shirt, ruffling Willy’s already wild hair as he passes him on the steps.

Though, even with how normal everything appears to finally be, Willy can’t help but feel as if there’s a certain something missing. Winter, as always, had taken its toll on everyone. They’d only barely scraped by on their dangerously low food supply, suffered through the bitter cold and heaping snow, forced to all sleep in the common room to conserve body heat that ultimately left everyone largely irritated with one another for several different reasons.

Willy may be used to Mitch’s snoring, but that certainly doesn’t mean anyone else is.

Yet, even as the weather steadily improves and everyone is slowly but surely able to return back to a far more comfortable schedule, they all still seem… off.

There’s not enough happiness around here, Willy eventually decides. And so, he sparks the plan to change that. Besides, everyone likes hugs, right? They’re supposed to make people feel better, and that’s exactly what he intends to do.

He starts with an easy one. While he and Mitch don’t exactly hug each other on a regular basis, they are brothers. It wouldn’t be the strangest thing in the world. Willy approaches him as he’s stacking up freshly chopped firewood, and wordlessly wraps his arms around his waist.

Mitch tenses for a fraction of a second, before realizing it’s just Willy.

“Uh… what’s the hug for, man?” he rasps, patting Willy on the back as he returns it anyway. His voice has improved somewhat over the past few months, but it still sounds different. Scratchy and hoarse, like someone with a really bad flu.

Not that Willy minds, of course. The main thing that matters to him is that he’s here , and not dead like Lilly had very nearly succeeded in achieving. It doesn’t bother him in the least if his voice sounds a little funny, now.

“I decided today is hug day,” Willy explains simply, letting him go after a moment. “I think everyone really needs one. Y’know, after the winter and… everything.”

Mitch instantly gives him a warm smile. “Sounds like a great idea to me.”

Willy nods affirmatively. “Totally! So, you can go hug someone too, if you want.”

Then, before Mitch can formulate a response, Willy is off once again in search of the nearest person. Which, happens to be Ruby as she tends to the horse they’d brought back from the Delta. As usual, Aasim is right there with her, though he keeps a safe distance from the animal. He refuses to admit it, but Willy knows he’s definitely scared of it.

“Hi, Ruby,” Willy chirps, and again, without waiting for a reply, simply goes in to hug her as well.

“Oh- ” she exclaims in mild surprise, but is quick to recover. She hugs him back sincerely, one hand still grasping the rope attached to the horse’s halter.

Willy wastes no time between his rounds. Once releasing Ruby, he heads straight for Aasim.

“Wait, wha-” Aasim manages to utter before Willy is enveloping him, next. He may not be much of a hugger - well, towards anyone that isn’t Ruby, of course - but today, Willy vows to make sure everyone is.

Squeezing his arms around Aasim briefly, he steps back in order to clarify, “Today is hug day.”

Aasim quirks an inquisitive brow. “According to…?”

“Me,” Willy states proudly, beaming a big smile.

“Is that so?” Ruby says, wearing a smile of her own that’s incredibly fond around the edges. “Well, in that case… We’d better participate, right, hon?”

And with that, she’s leaning up on her toes and wrapping her arms around Aasim’s neck to pull him into another hug of their own. Unlike with Willy, he doesn’t remain stiff and awkward towards the contact, having no apparent problems with returning it in earnest.

Perfect! Willy thinks, grinning even wider. It’s working!

With his trend now catching on, Willy enthusiastically moves onward. Louis gets a hug next, where he’s still cleaning arrows, and it seems to immensely brightens his day judging by how he cheerfully laughs and thanks him. Then, it’s Violet’s turn, who, much like Aasim, isn’t the biggest fan of hugs even though she returns it all the same.

Omar receives his hug as he prepares dinner, Willy even making sure to include Rosie as she begs for scraps next to the large, steaming pot of food.

Finally, Willy reaches AJ and Tenn where they sit upon the ground as they color together. Willy kneels down in order to reach AJ’s level, making sure not to sneak up on him as he remembers the younger’s particular response to such sudden actions.

“It’s national hug day,” Willy tells him as he gives him a quick embrace around the shoulders. “That means everyone gets a hug.”

As he turns to Tenn, however, he finds himself hesitating. While he’s long since expressed his forgiveness towards what happened with Mitch, sometimes, he can’t help but still feel as if it’s technically his fault. It’s taken Willy a long time to come to terms with his big brother’s injury, and after watching him be taken away by Lilly and her people without knowing whether he was even alive or not, it remains a frightening memory.

But, like he said: everyone gets a hug. It’s not like he’s still mad at him, at least.

Tenn tentatively returns the gesture when Willy wraps his arms around him. When they pull back, he’s smiling genuinely, and Willy suddenly feels better about including him. They all deserve to be happy in his opinion, and that most definitely includes Tenn.

“Um, thank you…” Tenn murmurs quietly. Willy gives him a friendly nod.

And as he turns to survey the courtyard once again, he’s met with a promising sight. Louis can be seen moving in to dramatically hug an obviously annoyed Violet, and Willy laughs to himself as he catches sight of her one-eyed glare from around her eye patch.

There’s still one person left, however. As if right on cue, he spots her hobbling out from the dorm building, and Willy races forward to meet her.

He spares a fleeting look towards the prosthetic leg she’s currently balancing on. It’s the newest model, worked painstakingly hard on by himself, Mitch, Aasim, and AJ. He’s happy to see her getting used to it, and he’s sure she’s happy to finally be rid of those pesky crutches.

“Hey, Willy,” Clem greets with a smile.

This time, Willy does at least manage to spare a quick “Hi ” before moving in. He makes sure to be extra careful, however, not wanting to knock her over with an overly forceful hug. Yet even as slow as he winds his arms around her waist, he makes sure to squeeze with an equal amount of force as he showed towards everyone else.

“Today is hug day,” he explains again, for one last time. “We can all celebrate it every year.”

He can hear Clem chuckle softly as she returns the sentiment. “Every year, huh? Then I guess we’d better make sure to have Aasim write it down on his calendar.”

“Yeah! That’s what I was thinking!” Willy exclaims as he backs away.

And with that, his task is done. He and Clementine part ways, and he watches with bright, sparkling eyes as the first thing she does upon approaching Violet, is hug her.

Their first ever hug day? He thinks it’s safe to call it a smashing success.

#twdgdrabblechallenge #twdg #twdg willy #twdg mitch #twdg ruby #twdg aasim #twdg omar #twdg rosie #twdg aj #twdg tenn #twdg clementine #rusim #violentine #Q writes

[noir-porker-parker-holland]

O.O

Ben Hardy x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k of fluff bc it seems im incapable of writing anything else

Summary: You were joe’s Bff and he introduced you to Ben, needless to say sparks fly and MIckey was involved

A/n: My asks are always open so you can request something or asked to be added to my tags . Or for shit’s and giggles you can just say something.  wow i sound desperate -----

Being Joe's Best friend had it perks. For one, you were usually his date for events if he didn't already have one. He'd invite you to set every so often. You also got to me a bunch of actors that you looked up to. You were an English major and was trying to be a writer, so everytime you needed a character that was in showbiz, you'd implement things from real life into your story. Or implement different personality traits from different people you've met.

Currently you, were writing-or more like trying to begin to write a novel.

You had a character named, Noah. He had the classic fuckboy look, but was actually a very shy,introverted person. You were looking for a very specific personality traits that seems to be rare in most people so you were stuck at your computer on a Wednesday afternoon, thinking about different characters you've seen in a movie or read about that acts like Noah. But Noah is a unique character that can't be copied, or so it seemed.

You groaned while getting up from your seat at the table to walk to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. At that moment, a knock hit the door. You groaned again knowing you'd have to walk to the door to open it. You were met with your best friend's face in the doorway looking more excited hat usual. “Hey Joe,” you said letting the boy in. “Y/n do you remember that movie I auditioned for a while back?” He asked. “the biopic about a band or something?” You asked,  he nodded, “it was a Queen biopic. But i just got a call. And I got the part!!” He shouted. You looked at him and smiled, “congrats buddy.” You sat back down at your table, looking at the screen once again before evidently rubbing your eyes frustratedly. “Writer's block?” He asked. “I have a character, Noah that has a particular personality traits but I can't seem to perfect his character.” You said.

Just then, a light bulb shone above Joe's head. “Why don't you come to set with me in a couple of weeks and maybe you can meet some people to base the character off of.” He suggested. You looked at him with wide eyes. “Bro, that would be amazing!” You said coming over to hug him. You closed your laptop and got ready for a fun day with your bestie.

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A couple weeks passed and you forgot about Joe taking you set. Your story, sat there on your laptop unopened because you knew you'd just waste time looking at the screen. So you wrote a bunch of short stories, poems, etc in your free time. As you finished up a short story you had in mind, your phone rang and a silly picture of you and Joe flashed across the screen. “Hey Joe, what's up?” You said. “Hey y/n, I'm on set right now and I was wondering if you wanted to come tomorrow?” he asked, voices were evident in the background. You didn't have class tomorrow nor were you working so it worked out perfectly. “Yeah, I'm totally free so you'd pick me up?” You said. “Yeah, around 8-ish.” He said. You nodded though he couldn't see you. “Alright see you then.” You said ending the call.

You tried to remember all that he told you about this movie, “it's a biopic about Queen” and that's when it hit you. Queen was your all time favorite band and you brushed that minor little detail off as though it was nothing. Needless to say, thra minor detail made you extremely anxious for what would come tomorrow.

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Tomorrow- or today now, came quite quickly. You were up at 7 in order to get ready for when Joe came. You put on some black acid washed jeans, a graphic tee, and some black doc martens and packed your backpack with your laptop, a sketchbook because you had notes on it, and some other stuff. As you finished off your makeup for the day, Joe knocked on the door. You put your lipstick, phoen, charger, etc in your bag and went to leave. “Hey kid,” Joe's said. You chuckled. You were quite younger that him, you only knew him because your brother was dating his sister and when you met him you two be and friends. But I've the many years you've known him, he's acted like he was the exact same age as you.

You hopped into Joe's car and left for set. Throughout the entire car ride it was you and Joe singing along to queen songs, or you two just crashing up on what was happening in each of your lives.

“So y/n no new boy news?” Joe asked out of the blue. You snickered, “ha as though that would ever happen.” You said. He looked at you with an incredulous look, “shut up. Stop doubting yourself. You are going to find a man, and hopefully it will be by my doing but either way you will find a guy to at least spend some of your life with.” he said. You looked at him, “has that worked out in the past? No.” You said. Your previous relationship ended in your ex saying that the girl sucking his dick was only performing a 'service’ and that he felt nothing towards her whatsoever. And that resulted in her slapping him, and saying “you said you loved me!” Before gathering her shit and leaving. Which led to you breaking it off with him. So, that's why you don't necessarily trust guys.

Soon enough, you were at set and Joe was leading you to where the magic happens. “Hey Joe!” You heard someone exclaim but you were too busy letting your eyes explore all the things around you. “Oh y/n this is Gwilym Lee he plays Brian may,” Joe introduced. Gwilym stuck his hand out for you to shake and you gladly took it, mumbling a 'hello nice to meet you’ to the very tall man. “Ah, My love!” You heard Joe exclaim which prompted you to turn to look at 'his love’. “Hello Joe,” a blonde headed man said. Even though he didn't know him, you were about to steal 'his love’. “Oh Ben,” Joe started. So his name's Ben, cute. “This is my best friend, y/n.” You took Ben's outstretched hand and you felt his gaze on you linger a bit longer than usual. Gwilym and Joe exchanged a look before saying they were needed somewhere else, leaving you and Ben alone together. “So Ben who do you play?” You asked. “uh, Roger Taylor.” He said timidly. You both stood there quite awkwardly before you opened your mouth to speak again. “Hey I'm can you tell me where Joe's trailer is? I need to get some writing done.” You said. “Oh yeah sure, btu you're a writer?” He asked. You nodded, “I'm writing a novel right know- or at least trying to.” He looked your way while leading you. “Why do you say that?” He asked. “Writer's block is a bitch. I can't seem to find a right personality traits for one of my characters and it sucks.” You explained. “Well can I read what you have so far? Once we get in the trailer.” He asked, you nodded.

The rest of the walk to Joe's trailer was quite awkward and quiet. Albeit, Ben is great company but you just met him and he's a bit shy. He opened the door for you and you entered Joe's trailer. You sat down on the couch and Ben was next to you. A reasonable distance way but you didn't mind if he were to scoot closer. You opened up the document on your laptop and placed it on Ben's lap so he could read.

“Wow,” he started. “But?” “But there's a lot of talk about Noah but he hasn't been introduced so…” he trailer off. You nodded your head slowly, “Noah was the character I was having trouble with. Couldn't seem to find the right trait for him, you know?” He nodded.

You both stayed in the trailer till it was Ben's turn to go shoot his scenes. Then you were left alone with not even Joe to keep you company. Just then the door swung up revealing a blonde lady. “Joe! I- oh hello. Are you here with his?” She asked. You nodded, “hi, I'm y/n Joe's friend.” She shook your outstretched hand, “I'm Lucy. I play Mary in the movie.” She explained. “Can I just say that I'm living for this outfit right now.” Lucy complemented. “Why thank you, that so kind you to say.” You said. “Well I need to go shoot some scene but I hope to talk to you a bit later. Bye.”

And with that she left.

By the time Joe said to meet for lunch you were almost done editing your first draft of a short story. He texted you saying to meet at his trailer so you figured you wouldn't need to move. “Hey y/n, have a nice time with ben?” He said wiggling his eyebrows. You nodded, “yes as a matter of fact I did.”

“What did you guys do together?” He asked, you knew exactly where this was going. “Well, I showed him my short stories and told him about my character dilemma, and no we did not hook up Joe.” You said. His cheeky smile soon melted into a visible pout that you couldn't help but laugh at.

Lunch was normal with Joe, no talk about Ben whatsoever. Joe showed you some videos of him practicing the bass. Overall, it was a good lunch. Joe went back to set but you had to go home. Your brother had asked you to babysit his year old daughter and well how were you going to decline to the face of your niece. But it would be ok because Joe would stop by later anyway.

You took an Uber home and awaited your niece by making dinner for later. The bell to your apartment rang and there was you brother holding his daughter in his arms. “Hey y/n.” He said.”thank you so much for watching her for the night. It feels good to have a night out by ourselves for once.” You chuckled. “Must be good.” You said. “Ah, it is.” He sighed before leaving.

The baby in your arms fussed and you out her on the floor in front of the TV so she could roam around while you called Joe. “Hey y/n, I have to ask are we still on for tonight?” he asked. “yeah that's what I called to tell you-” you were soon cut off by the sound of Mickey's cries. You picked her up and held her against you chest while you talked to Joe. “I'm babysitting my niece, is that ok?” You asked. “Yeah of course. I highly doubt a baby is going to put a damper on tonight. Well they're calling me back to set so bye.”

The day went by quick with Mickey. She wasn't ass fussy after you continuously held her. Like most girls she just wants a hug. There was a knock at the door and you could only assume it was Joe. When you opened it, Ben was standing there. Cheeky Joe, you thought. “Hey Ben,” you said. “Where’s joe?” You led him inside. “Oh he couldn’t make it. Said something about a date with his TV,” He told you. “But um, who’s this?” He motioned to the baby in your arms.

“Oh this is my niece Mickey. I’m babysitting her for tonight.” You said, as he nodded. “So, what exactly do you and joe do on movie night besides watching a movie?” He asked.

You walked to the kitchen with Mickey starting to fuss in your arms once again. “Well uh-” Your sentence was cut off with Mickey starting to cry. Oh lord, you thought. You tried to calm her down but that didn’t seem to do anything. Ben walked towards you and mickey with his hands out “Here let me take her,” You handed him the crying child and suddenly her cried came to an abrupt stop. She nuzzled into him like she did to you moments before. “Thanks.” You said. “Me and joe usually eat dinner then go to the couch to watch movies.”

He nodded as he said down on the stool, and Mickey closing her eyes. “Do you guys like cuddle and stuff?” He asked, going slightly red. “If we’ve had a shit day. Or we just want to.” You said. He nodded.

Dinner went off without a hitch and not you were sitting on the couch with ben on your left, scrolling through netflix to try and find something to watch. You finally found something and you got comfortable under some blankets.

Half way through the movie, ben asked something that had been bugging him since dinner. “Y/n?” you hummed in response. “Do you want to cuddle or something?” He took your silence as a no and started saying things as an excuse. “You don’t have to. Was just wondering-” He was cut off by you nuzzling into his side. “Seems like Mickey is asleep. I’m going to take her to the room.” You said getting up and taking sleeping Mickey with you.

You came back and found ben lying down on the couch. He made room for you and you two were cuddling. As in, you were almost completely on top of him. His arm snaked around your waist but it was ok. He draped a blanket over the two of you and you sighed contently.

You opened your eyes and looked at the clock 2:47 A.M. You looked up and saw a sleeping Ben. You both must’ve fell asleep. He stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes to see you sleepily looking back at him. “I better go, it’s late as it is.” He said. “Stay.” You said. “It’s late and well at least here you can go back to sleep immediately.” He nodded and you led him to your bedroom. Mickey was still asleep so you put her in the bassinet that you kept in your house just in case you had to babysit. You tossed Ben a pair of sweats that were always too big for you, to sleep in. He had decided against the shirt because it was too warm for it and you couldn’t disagree. You were currently clad in tiny shorts and a t shirt.

You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and when you came back Ben was sitting on your bed on his phone. He saw you walking into the room and got into bed. You slid in with him and weren’t sure if the cuddling still applied to sleeping next to each other so you settled with staring at the ceiling. “Are you going to want to cuddle again?” He asked. You turned and nuzzled your face into his bare chest.

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You woke up to Ben's sleeping face quite close to yours.  Your hand was on his abs closer to an undisclosed place, if you know what I mean. Your head was nuzzled into his neck. His arm was wrapped protectively around your waist. Your legs tangled together. You wished you could stay like that forever. But he wasn't yours.

You could easily say after all the time you spent with Ben, you developed feelings. I mean who wouldn't. He's kind, funny, smart, and good looking. But did he like you was the question.

You thoughts about ben were quickly replaced by the sound of Mickey's crying, which evidently woke up Ben. You sprang out of bed going to the bassinet to where Mickey was and picking her up. You went to the living room to grab her bag but you just changes her there so you could spare Ben the shitshow. Literally.

You carried Mickey back to the room and you just decided to lay down with her next to Ben. Ben was already awake but you figured you should probably stay quiet because it was seven in the morning too early. Ben didn't have to go to set so he could sleep in, even if it was in your bed. “Morning.” Ben said once you got comfortable with Mickey laying on your chest. “Morning.” You said. Mickey fussed and you thought she was going to cry again so you sat up so you could rock her in your arms. But she started to make grabby hands at the man next to you. You looked back and forth from Ben to Mickey and figured that was probably what she wanted. Ben opened this eyes and saw Mickey trying to grab at him. “Seems as though she wants you.” You giggled slightly. He grabbed her out of your hands and sat up next to you. “wouldn't be the first time right Mick?” He said. You shoved his bare shoulder slightly and scoffed at his remark. “Uh do you want to eat with me?” You asked. He looked at you like you put all the stars in the sky. “Yeah, I'd like that.

You both went downstairs and Ben was still playing with Mickey as you made breakfast. There was a knock at the door and Ben went to go answer it. “Y/n somebody is here for you.�� He said. You made your way to the door, and was met with your brother. “Hey Chris.” You said. “Oh uh, Chris this Ben.” You weren't sure how to address your relationship to your brother. Or lack thereof. They shook hands and he handed Mickey to him. You grabbed her bag and off he went with his child. “So,” he said, feeling as though the atmosphere between you turned awkward. “Hey uh, j was wondering if you wanted to on a date with me sometime?” He asked. You froze at the stove. You turned to him, and nodded. He smiled, “well uh I don't have to go to set today, maybe we could go out tonight?” He asked. “Yeah, I'd like that. Thought we did kind of do this backwards.” He looked at you confused. “I don't usually let a guy sleep with me before taking me out.” He smiled. “Hmm but either way I get to go out on a date with you so does it matter if we slept together beforehand?” He said. You had walked closer to him and now your faces we're here lunches away from each other. You looked to his lips and back and him, he noticed the motion and didn't waste any time placing his lips on yours. The kiss was sweet. It was better than you'd ever had before. You pulled away breathless. “Wow.” You said. “Yeah.”

“Do it again.”

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That day was etched in both your minds and was single handedly the best day of your lives besides the day of your wedding. But that day was soon become number two in both your minds, because the birth of your son, Nicky was about to be number one. Nicky was two days old and he was one of the greatest things that had happened in your lives.

After that day, the day you exchanged your first kiss with Ben, you went on to date Ben for 3 years before getting married. When Ben had to leave for shooting after your wedding and honeymoon it was harder to let him go. But when he came back, you both went at it like rabbits. It was hard to pinpoint when you actually conceived Nicky but you were glad it happened. 

After your wedding, you finally wrote Noah into your novel, given you forgot about him for years. You implemented ben’s personality into Noah and now your book was reaching number one. Congrats!

You were glad lots of things happened. If it weren't for Joe introducing you to Ben none of that would've happened.

There was a knock on the door of the room where you, Ben, and now Nicky were kept while you recovered from and 18 hour labor plus delivery. Ben went to answer the door and in came Roger, Brian, Joe, and Lucy. “Hello you guys,” you heard one of them say. Lucy came over to you and kissed your forehead. “Rami sends his congrats but he couldn't leave the states for another week.” She said. You nodded in acknowledgement and looked down at the now awake baby in your arms. “Congrats you two.” Roger said patting been on the shoulder. “He kind of reminds me of Felix when he was born. Did you cry when he was born? He asked. “like a baby.” You answered for him. “So did I.” Brian hugged Ben, and said to him “I cried for all my children. And boy, seeing them born was just this feeling that you can't explain but feels amazing.” Brian said.

Joe came over to your side of the bed and kissed on the forehead like Lucy. “So do we have a name? Kinda hoping it's Joe. But just wondering.” He said.

Ben sat next to you, and said “his name is Nicholas Joseph Meddows Jones.” He squeezed your shoulder as he saw both Roger's and Joe's mouth form and 'o’ shape and their eyes widening like saucers. “They used our names. “Joe said hugged Roger before bawling like a baby. “Wow. You used out names. That means so much to us.” Roger said tearing up.

“We also have one more surprise. Since Roger you have been Ben's mentor for such a long time and we couldn't have done it without you, we'd like to make you a godfather.” You said he covered his mouth with his hands and kept saying 'oh my god’. “As well as Joe. Joe we wouldn't have ever met if it weren't for you and we are eternally grateful. I mean without you, we would have never met, dated, gotten married, or had this beautiful baby boy. So we thank you. So will you both be Nicky's godfather?” Ben asked. They nodded frantically as they hugged Ben and started to cry. You took the moment to lean over to Lucy and say, you're the godmother to the next baby.” You winked. And she smiled.

This moment, this was a moment you'd never forget. You're favorite people in a room, (Gwilym and Rami were in the states doing press for a movie they were in).

In three years you'd be here again, welcoming your daughter Lucille May Jones, or Lucy May Jones into the world.

But until then, you have to settle on this life changing moment, with the people you loved. But either way you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[mysticandskepticmuses]

   SPANKING OR SCRATCHING?

                 Honestly, in pretty much every verse, June has pretty much no actual experience getting spanked - in pretty much any fashion, probably more so in her model verse than anything bc she is kind of all over the place in terms of sexual proclivities there but.  Main verse, she was never really rebellious or ever did anything requiring ‘spanking’ as a child, she might have been slapped once or twice in arguments with her mother but really, she kinda skipped all over that whole childhood physical violence / punishment thing so.  It doesn’t have any particular connotations or memories, good or bad.  She wouldn’t necessarily be against it, she doesn’t mind pain in her play but.  She’s definitely, instinctively way more inclined to scratch and dig at her partners and unless they complain about it / tell her they don’t like it before hand or whatever, shoulders and backs and hips are always gonna have some degree of war wound from her nails.  She keeps them short generally, but she has a lot of strength in her fingers and hands from all of her work and physical activity which includes hanging from cliffs by her fingertips so – she has a pretty powerful grip and has left some pretty impressive furrows on her partners that can take it.  She also definitely has a tendency to want someone who can equal her fervor / passion in a fling or relationship so if there’s not a spark / compatibility in the bedroom, it’s probably not going to result in a second go round / second date / etc.  She’s going to want someone who’s a challenge / who can challenge her / who isn’t going to just be a passive partner / who is invested and wants to be there w/ her, who can match her physicality if nothing else.

VIDEO CALL MASTURBATION OR SEXY SELFIES?

          Between these two, as much as she does love sending semi-clad or entirely nude pics to tease her partner with …. she travels a lot and spends a lot of time out of the country and away from her partners.  If she’s actually involved with someone when she has to leave on a dig, or, if for some reason they’re apart for a night and the mood strikes, she definitely favors video call sexy time.  She is pretty adept at dirty talk, to whatever level her partner is comfortable with (even if it’s an area I feel I struggle with as a writer) but even if it’s not very verbal and just visual appreciation and whatever sounds happen to occur, she is all about finding ways to get herself off and enjoy watching her partner at the same time.  

BLOOD PLAY OR BREATH PLAY?

           While June isn’t adverse to knife play / blood play …. she definitely has a thing for breath play.  Collars, chokers, hands, belts, ties…. whatever.  She’s not picky. She enjoys either end of things, but, it’s definitely one of her more sub like preferences; wrap your hand around her throat and she’ll melt.   This especially proves true during the time she’s possessed by Enchantress and her body becomes more durable / able to tolerate a lot more damage / trauma without risk of lasting damage.

 VOYEUR OR EXHIBITIONIST?

  While the degrees to VOYEUR or EXHIBITIONIST may shift somewhat from verse to verse, it’s a pretty solid lean to exhibitionist behaviours every time.  This is definitely way more prevalent in her model verse, where she does nude modeling as well as fashion etc. but she always has a penchant for risky and public behaviour that manifests especially in sexual activities whether it’s just heavy make out sessions and heavy petting or full on getting fingered beneath a table at a diner or full on banging in the bathroom of a restaurant or bar or – wherever.   This is something that she does tend to keep a lid on in her main verse(s) especially with her academic reputation and facing the double edged standards of sexuality between men and women, especially in such a strongly male dominated field but…  honestly, if she’s worked up enough, or if she’s had too much to drink (or on those rare occasions in main verses that she indulges in other chemical influences) it’s a preference that makes itself known if she has a partner that will indulge her.

 EDGING OR MULTIPLE ROUNDS?

Uggggggh this one is so difficult to answer.  I guess….. if she had to choose just one, she’d choose multiple rounds.  Being built up and falling back over and over makes each rise so much more poignant and intense but it does tend to make each ‘portion’ of the fun get shorter and shorter while multiple rounds tends to make each round last longer, allowing her to explore and learn more about her partner and what makes them twitch and lets them experience more variety usually than edging and she does enjoy experimenting and trying different positions and different elements and finding different pressure points and sensitive areas / vice versa, especially in instances where it’s more likely to be a one time scenario / hook up. She wants to get as much out of the situation as she can.

LAUGHING AND SILLINESS DURING SEX OR INTENSITY AND POWER STRUGGLE DURING SEX? MORNING SEX OR EVENING SEX?

LAUGHING VS POWER STRUGGLE.

           Why would you be so mean as to make her choose?  Okay but, in all seriousness, she can’t really just pick one for a blanket answer.  This is very situational and even that is difficult for me to define because I wanted to say, the more emotionally attached she is with someone, the less the power struggle element comes into play and the more she’s okay with / wants the laughing and silliness and playing and teasing and warmth but that’s not entirely true either because some of the most intense power struggle / power play / back and forth and all of the intimacy that can come with that when you really, really care about and really know what makes them tick and how to make them melt happens when you’re extremely invested into a relationship with someone.  And sometimes light and easy and laughing and just goofing off happens with a random one night stand or someone that’s been a friend that just turns into a random w/ benefits scenario.   It’s probably situational in the broadest sense possible in terms of the mood of the relationship at any given moment before it leads up to sex at that particular moment.  

             SORRY I CAN’T REALLY DO A SOLID one or the other on this one….  I mean.  If she really, really, really had to choose just one for the rest of all eternity, she’d probably choose laughter and silliness because that speaks to a connection between heart and soul and mind and not just physical but.  She’d have to be really really really hard pressed to have to make that final call for forever with someone because both sides of that coin can be so important in a real, long term relationship with someone.

MORNING OR EVENING SEX.

         Mmmmm another toughie but prrroooooobably evening if she’s looking at things practically speaking because almost every morning she’s getting up and dealing with her morning routine and is either off to the dig site or to the museum or to the university or has somewhere she has to be that keeps her from being able to devote full attention to her lover.  She really does have a weakness for late mornings when she can sleep in and wake up to attention from her lover though, so if it’s just a matter of preference, she’s a huge fan of waking up to physical affection and smooches.

FACE TO FACE OR FROM BEHIND?

         This is such a difficult choice because she definitely enjoys experimenting with different positions, reverse cowgirl & doggie style to name a couple are some faves that deal with from behind but if she had to make a choice she’d probably settle for any of the myriad of positions that end up face to face with her partner.  She does have a particular fondness for watching facial expressions and seeing someone when they’re losing control and / or fighting to keep it and seeing all the little bits and pieces of them as they come undone is … a fave.

PHONE SEX OR SEXTING?

           Hmmmmmmm another hard choice to make but if she had to choose she’d settle on sexting because it can be done in a lot more places than phone sex (okay so phone sex can technically be done anywhere if you’re brave enough but she does have a certain sense of decorum and professionalism she tries to maintain in most situations) and … again it goes back to, especially if she’s in the room with her partner, but really, just knowing it’s happening is win … the amount of control that the other person has to exert to maintain their cool while she’s tormenting them …. (I’m sensing a trend).

SUBMISSIVE OR DOMINANT?

            In general this is very, very much a tossup depending on the day, her mood, her partner, the situation …. but in general she would probably be classified more dominant than submissive.  She loves to take control, even if it isn’t in an overt way.  She’d very much be a power bottom, she challenges everyone, she’s all about testing limits (though she’d never want to push someone past an actual hard line) and finding new ways to thrill her partner.  She has zero qualms handing over the reins and letting her partner take charge but she’s definitely all about shaking things up, all about the unexpected.  But yeah.  She’s definitely got more of a dominant vibe, most times.   (Note:  some verses this may vary; in her default Suicide Squad verse she’s definitely got trust issues but if someone can get her to the point where they opt to take control and she lets them, it’s very much a relief sometimes to just let it all go and not have to make the decisions and not have to think and not have to do anything but focus on the pleasure of herself and her partner.  In AC, she’s definitely submissive as a default.)

WHIPS OR CHAINS?

          Sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me.  Why can’t it be both?  Unfair.  If she had to choose just one she’d go with whips.  There are other methods of keeping herself or her partner tied down but there is a particular thrill that comes with the teasing touch of a whip or the little electric stings of pain that comes with being whipped that just can’t be replaced.

HANDCUFFS OR SHIBARI?

              This is all a matter of time and place.  There is something truly thrilling and erotic about the time and patience and skill that goes into shibari, a knowledge of anatomy and the art itself, it’s a thin line between just the right amount of tension and discomfort and potentially causing serious damage.  And it does definitely have a long, slow build up of tension and desire.  She would definitely love to find someone that could indulge her, there’s something particularly enticing about being entirely at someone else’s mercy, but it’s hard to find the right person in terms of skill, knowledge, trust levels.  Sooooooo, in terms of practicality alone, she’d opt for handcuffs… but secretly, the answer is shibari.

EDGING OR MULTIPLE ROUNDS?

             Choices, choices !!!! Why can’t she live in a world where she gets everything she wants, come on …   In all seriousness though…. personally, she loves the ebb and pull of being drawn to the edge and left teetering, and the ebb back down during whatever time in between the next almost is exhilarating and exhausting and it just heightens everything in between build ups.  Everything is more sensitive, everything just feels more enticing and extreme.  And when she finally gets that moment of release it’s just so intense, and yeah.  If she’s got a partner who has the self control and stamina to keep her on a roller coaster of sensation (especially if they drag it out over multiple sessions throughout the day?) mmmmhm.  She’s a happy camper.

VANILLA OR KINKY?

      While June doesn’t mind if her partners are more vanilla in their preferences, she’s definitely more on the kinky side.  She likes to try new things, test her limits, see what she enjoys and what she doesn’t.  She’s traveled and had the opportunity to experience different positions and techniques and different interests - different places consider different things taboo and some things that might be more taboo in the US are considered standard fare, per se, in other countries so.  She’s all about experimenting.

LENGTHY COCKS OR GIRTHY COCKS?

        She’s not generally overly concerned about size… there are more than one ways to cross the finish line…. But, if she had to choose she’d probably choose girth because of just the sensation of being, uh, filled.  Is nice.  But honestly, in the end, it really does come down to knowing how to use what you’ve got.  

ASS OR CHESTS?

         While a nice ass does provide good hand holds … she’s a chest girl mostly? Guys or girls.  She likes tracing lines and curves with her hands or her mouth, and little nips and licks and teasing kisses along her partner’s chest is just delightful.  

THIGHS OR ARMS?

         Unf this one is hard because it really depends on what for.  She does love a good, strong arm that can pin her down, or haul her around buuuuuuuut, a good sturdy set of thighs can support her for some fun play and biting and kissing at the inside of thighs can make even the most stoic of people melt so, if she had to pick, probably thighs.

STRAP ON OR DOUBLE SIDED DILDO?

          As much as she likes the idea of the double sided dildo, in practical terms, they just aren’t normally practical or actually usually rigid enough or designed to really stay in place long enough to get the job done.  She’ll stick with a strap on for giving, maybe with an egg vibrator or something for her if she really feels like it, or just wait to get off after she’s gotten her partner off and vice versa.  

 { MODEL } PUBLIC EDGING OR FILMING IN THE BEDROOM?

                       Mmmmmmmm, even though she really, really shouldn’t given her father’s constant vigilance / insistence on her behaving and staying out of the tabloids and out of the public eye in any way that might reflect badly on him if their connection came out (or maybe because of it let’s be real) and even though she really, really shouldn’t really, really like it when it’s with a certain NYPD detective….. she really, REALLY likes anything to do with public displays of affection especially when they border into the full on sexual.  Fingering her, grinding on her, using vibrators / vibrating panties w/ remotes or plugs or dirty talk or whatever to keep her turned on and on edge and not letting her actually get off so that it just gets worse and worse and she just slowly dissolves until she’s whining and giving little looks and begging for you to drag her somewhere and fuck her brains out is – honestly – pretty much one of her number one kinks of all time.  And, if she’s drunk or high on top of it, especially on anything that heightens sensations?  She’ll do pretty much anything you want to finally be able to get off….  

#HEADCANON. #HEADCANOn. ( june moone. ) #DO NOT REBLOG. #NSFW. ( text. )

[conditionaljewel]

A Message to Men

(This is all copied mostly verbatim from a tweet thread I just made, with minor edits)

Every night, I go out to the alley to smoke for a little bit. (Before you even start, just stop. I don’t need to hear about how I shouldn’t smoke, just stop.) Many people in the apartment complex walk their dogs in the alley, and I stand off in this one little corner, keeping to myself, watching youtube videos and just doing random shit on my phone. No big deal, not bothering anyone, not in anyone's way. Occasionally, the random passerby will let their dog come say hello, or I'll say hello to the person as they walk by, there's really only one person whom I enjoy chatting with whenever they come out. 

This isn't about them. 

This is about this new guy to the complex who has been coming out for the past few weeks to walk his dog, and has stopped to talk to me. The first night I didn't mind it, it was only for a second, and then he kept on going. Even the second night wasn't bad. The third night, though, is when I began to take issue. He'd noticed that I was out there with a cane, something he'd not seen me with before (which is another story), and asked me what had happened. Told him, and we started talking some about his ailments, mine, etc. Ever since that night, he's seen me out there a few more times, and each time he's stopped to talk, increasingly getting longer and longer conversations. He's told me of some things that I didn't particularly mind but also didn't care to know and while I don't feel threatened by him, I just don't exactly get good vibes from him. He's just a hair intrusive, and it also seems like he's a little intoxicated every time he comes out. Not something I'm thrilled about in someone I'm conversing with, but whatever.

Enter last night. I was texting somebody using voice-to-text as he walked past, but he stopped about halfway down the alley and began to double back. It was then he realized I wasn't talking to someone, just texting, and began to start a conversation with me. I was annoyed. "I thought you were on a phone call at first, but when I saw you weren't, I thought I'd come back." Uhhhh, that's just a little weird and off-putting. It just gave me some weird vibes, idk. It just made me feel a way I can't describe. Not now at least. 

So now that we're talking, I take this opportunity to mention (while casually trying to imply) that I'm not really social, *I like to leave people alone bc I never know what they may be doing or anything* and so I keep to myself. 

Dude kept talking to me for another 20 min. 

I finally have to lie and say I gotta head in and get the dog so I can walk him, just to get him to continue walking his dog and  stop talking to me. Even as he followed me back down the alley to the door, he was talking and I was delayed another few minutes. Whatever. 

Tonight, I saw him come outside from down the alley, and immediately had to text my friend "please call me so I don't have to talk to this guy." So she does, and we begin talking just as he's walking to where I'm at. What happens? 

HE FUCKING STOPPED AND WAITED.

He walked up to me, and as I'm mid-sentence, asks to borrow my lighter. Being polite, I give it to him, only for him to SAY "my lighter isn't working, can you take a look at it." 

WHILE STILL ON THE PHONE. 

So I spark it 3 or 4 times and hand it back to him, shrugging. He then proceeded to stand there for another 3 minutes while I WAS STILL ON THE PHONE TALKING before he finally pulled his dog away and walked off. I saw him stop where he stopped the other night before turning around, and took that opportunity to come back inside. 

This guy is in his like late 40s/early 50s, has a wife and kid, and a history (from what he's told me). I'm just a little (a lot) put-off by him, and while I don't exactly feel like he's a threat or that I'm in danger, I just don't get good vibes from him. Not to mention, this is all happening in a darker corner of the alleyway, where the streetlights don't hit quite well. So its even more anxiety-inducing, but again, I'm just trying to stay out of people's ways as they walk through.

The moral of this story is: For the love of fuck, men, please leave random people, women in particular, you don't know the hell alone. You may think you're being polite or well-meaning, but I promise you, it's not coming off that way. Especially if you're intrusive, and ask about random shit that doesn't concern you. Just bc you've seen me twice doesn't mean you can ask me why I've got a cane all of a sudden, and then strike up further conversations with me. Doesn't mean you suddenly know me, either. 

Also, don't lead off a conversation with a factoid being that you've spent time in prison, cuz that also doesn't help to make us feel any more safe. Idc what you were in for, if it was just drug possession or something non-violent, your actions are what make me feel uneasy.

Please, for the love of god, please just leave random people alone. I'm begging you. You will do the world a whole lot more good if you just fucked off and left people to their own lives. Also, your dog will appreciate it if you didn't stop to talk for 20 minutes, too.

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[edelgoth]

hello! could i have a dragon age 2/inquisition matchup? i'm bi and nonbinary. i'm a 6w5 ennea and an infp last i checked. i've had a lot of different hobbies over the years (long story) but opera singing and boxing were the biggest aside from video games. i'm extremely devoted to my friends and happiest and safest when i'm with them. i'm not very smart, so i try to be helpful, and i'm told i give pretty good advice. i Could win a fight, but i'd rather just defuse it. thank you so much!!

yay, another dragon age matchup!! also, can i just say, the line “i Could win a fight, but i’d rather just defuse it” is Powerful 

so for dragon age 2, i match you with…

merrill!!

a precious angel,,, must protect,,, 

merrill is curious by nature, and i think she’d really enjoy getting involved with your hobbies. boxing? sounds interesting!! maybe it’ll give her a good melee trick or two. opera singing? oh wonderful!! she was wondering what it might be like to give singing a proper go 

you say you’re not very smart, and merrill can be delightfully naive, and i think that’d make a precious (and hilarious) combination 

varric has a particular fondness for your relationship bc the two of you just come out with the best (and unintentionally funny) comments, which he often plans to put in one of his novels 

i think merrill would really value your advice, and would often check in with you and ask you what you thought; she might be someone who sticks to her own convictions, but she’d genuinely appreciate and consider your counsel 

i feel like you two would always find little ways to help each other, as well as the people around you? whether it’s you tidying up her bedroom, or her organizing your music sheets, or the two of you picking up rubbish from around the alienage… 

i don’t know if you like animals or not, but i can easily imagine the two of you having like,,, a large number of avian friends that popped by from time to time, expecting a little treat? the two of you just accidentally befriend the Entire Bird Population of kirkwall hhhhhh

i think merrill would really appreciate how you’d stick up for her. you say you could win a fight, and i think merrill is worth fighting for. she gets picked on a lot, and treated like a child far too often, but i can’t see you standing by and letting that happen 

you two are always hosting your friends!! i can see merrill enjoying planning little parties and get-togethers, and everyone comments on how you two just glow when you get to be amongst your those you hold dearest, sharing chats and having light conversation

you’re both ixfps (not totally sure on merrill’s exact type, but,,,) which means the two of you probably have similar ways of handling and expressing your emotions, which would help communication flow easily between the two of you!!

it also mean that chances are, you have similar worldviews, and i think that’d be pretty invaluable to merrill; she’d love that you were able to understand her and how she saw things, and that you made it so easy

you guys would just be so cute? please look after my darling daughter? 

 alternative matchups

varric: understandably, this relationship would be quite different from the one described above. there’d be much more teasing with varric, and he’s less likely to say his feelings outright. but, i think you share a devotion to your friends, and a curiosity for the world around you that’d really bond the two of you together. think of all the situations the two of you would get into together. he’d consider writing them down in his books, but he eventually figures that nobody would think it was real. it may figure as more of a friendship than a relationship for a while (and it would take a long time for either of you to realize that your feelings were romantic), but… you’d get there.

anders: i think anders would be a very different relationship again, one which is more somber overall, but punctuated with moments of levity. anders is more likely than the other two to seek your counsel, wanting to talk through his thoughts and ideas with you. i can see you helping out around his clinic, something he’d be very thankful for. and honestly, i think the line “i could win a fight but i’d rather just defuse it” describes anders’ ideal partner lmao

inquisition under the cut! 

and for dragon age inquisition, i match you with… 

josephine montilyet!!

another perfect angel,,, you are,,, so lucky,,, also another bi-conic pair that was awful i’ll take myself out

ANYWAY, the first thing i want to touch on is: opera singing!! josephine would love it when you sung for her, and every so often, she might like to join in

she might not get as involved with the boxing, but i think she’s the type who’d end up getting super into it? she’s being The Most Supportive Partner ever on the sidelines, cheering for you at the top of her lungs 

i think she’d just find your variety of hobbies and your adventurousness quite charming, and she’d enjoy coming up with fun dates the two of you to go on; usually based around a new hobby she’d think you’d like to try

i feel like you and josephine would have quite a wide social circle (seeing as she knows everyone), so you guys would also be constantly hosting your friends; whether it be symposiums or afternoon tea or an intimate dinner

i feel like josephine would also give pretty good advice, so you two would have an excellent back-and-forth with each other; you’d always be able to come to each other and ask for advice, knowing that you’l be heard 

please look after her when she’s having to deal with Obnoxious Nobles and an endless stack of paperwork… bringing her tea or snacks, or even just giving her a lil kiss on the cheek and reminding her to take breaks!

i can also imagine her sending you on like... little errands? nothing huge, but just little jobs that you can do around skyhold or wherever you happen to be that’ll help out everyone else. it’s a bit like she’s giving you little side-quests, just because she knows you like helping out

i feel like you’d be something of a power couple, tbh… that’s just the Vibe i get, you know? you’re both more interested in defusing conflict, and you’d be this great diplomatic tag-team 

i just think you’d have really nice chats. can’t really justify why, but you strike me as a fairly laid-back person (correct me if i’m wrong), and that’d help you both relax and just... air off all your thoughts and feelings after a long day. and that’s probably something josephine desperately needs 

leliana is pretty quick to accept you (by her standards), simply because there’s no possible way you could be harbouring ill intent,,, just look at the two of you together,,, it’s too Pure,,,

I Love Her, what a woman,,, and she’d love YOU (pls cherish her)

alternative matchups

iron bull: idk i just feel like you’d click really well. he’s an incredibly different person to josephine, and i think he’d bring out a different side to you. first of all? boxing. he loves it. he keeps trying to get you to box with him. the chargers are already betting on it. bull, despite how he talks sometimes, is quite devoted to the chargers, so you better be ready to adopt All Of Them. i feel like bull would tease you a lot, but i you’re more than capable of standing up for yourself. the main reason i didn’t choose him over josephine is that he’s not as emotionally open as she is. otherwise, i think it’s a pretty good match! 

blackwall: i’m love him,,, he’s a bit more somber than the other two, but i think there’s a spark in him that’d help the two of you connect. like josephine, he’d find the berth of your hobbies charming (he’d always be asking you how you stumbled into them), and i think he’d be very supportive of them. while most people think he’s gruff and broody, blackwall actually goes out of his way to help others (such as making toys for the local children), and he cares a lot for those close to him. i just think he’d be a good fit, tbh. 

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