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ethansluvbot · 9 months

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enemies to lovers kind of? with ethan landry pretty pls 🙏🏻 like reader thinks he’s ghost face basically how mindy treated ethan haha but they end up kissing 😱

THE GREAT WAR | E. LANDRY

summary: mindy always told you never to trust anyone. that’s exactly what you did, as soon as ethan joined the friend group you couldn’t trust him.

warnings: mentions of gf, just normal movie stuff

you always had your suspicions about ethan. i mean come on it’s a classic horror movie. the nerdy, socially awkward and let’s be honest female reject, is always the killer.

you kept your distance from him at all times. the only reason you even shared the a room with him was because your friends didn’t believe it. you almost felt rude for the way you would brush him off, silence him and walk away. you didn’t want to be emotionally attached to the wrong person.

mindy always shared her theories to you, her rules in scary movies and surprisingly it intrigued you. you learned never to trust the love interest, not even your closest friends.

your head stays titled down at your book. the breeze gently blowing your hair around. it was sunny out, almost too hot and the breeze blowed perfectly along your shoulders.

the suns glaze on you suddenly stopped as a shadow formed. halting the page of the book you were on you looked up to see mr ghostface himself.

“can i help you?”

you weren’t a rude person, you were just confrontational, you didn’t let people get past you without being truthful. you stared into his soft brown eyes feeling tension lift out of your body.

“no- uh sorry just wanted to talk.”

“well, i’m not interested,” you walk away clutching your book. maybe it was a little harsh but you had a bad feeling about the guy. it always seemed as if he was just lurking around.

walking into your shared apartment you’re greeted by tara and sam.

“hey y/n! we accidentally forgot to tell you ethan was here.”

you rolled your eyes you knew exactly what the two were going. they started a mission to get you and ethan to become friends for weeks.

“well, don’t worry i’ll be in my room.”

“y/n, we know you don’t trust ethan but you got to try and socialize with him. he’s miserable knowing you hate him.”

grabbing sams shoulder you looked her in the eyes, “i don’t hate him. i just don’t trust him, it’s different!”

“please just hang out with us!! he’s super cute, you guys would look good together.”

“if i hang out with you guys will you shut up?”

the both nod excitedly as you walk over to where the rest of them are.

“y/n, what’s up? i haven’t seen you in so long,” chad exaggerated pulling you into a hug.

“hey guys!”

you catch ethans eyes drifting over to you as he smiles. a slight smiles forms as you begin to talk to the others.

you watch as ethan keeps finding his eyes back on you. nervous to talk to you after your earlier conversation.

the chatter starts to die down as they begin to leave. the only two left were you and ethan, sitting there more awkward then ever.

“hey, um ethan. i’m sorry about how i treat you, it’s just i don’t want anymore of my friends hurt. wes and i were really closer and it’s just hard to trust people.”

he nods, “it’s okay. i probably wouldn’t trust myself either.”

you snort at his awkward humor, “friends?”

“friends.”

“well, i’ll walk you out!”

ethan picks up his phone, coat and keys walking to the door.

“one more thing ethan.”

“yea-”

before he finished you smashed your lips together.

#ethan landry #jack champion #scream 6 #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x reader #scream 6 imagines #scream imagine #avatar

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chaotic-mystery · 10 months

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Jaded | J.M.

�� Pairing: bfd!Joel x f!reader

ꨄ Summary: It’s been rocky between you and your secret boyfriend who just so happens to also be your best friends dad, ever since you moved to a new city without him. Surprising him for his birthday probably wasn’t the best idea, for either one of you.

ꨄ CW: established relationship, age gap (Joel’s in his late 40s, reader late 20s) swearing, mean!joel, arguing, Joel saying stuff he doesn’t mean like usual, no outbreak!au.

ꨄ WC:2.6k

A/N: am I an asshole for leaving it the way I did? Maybe. We all knew it was coming though! This honestly broke my heart and I hope it reads how I envisioned it. Let me know what you think! 🖤

🝮Songs to listen to for this🝮

Jaded - Miley Cyrus

Sucks 4 U - Sophie Cates

Complicated - Avril Lavigne

Look After You - The Fray

Over You - Daughtry

About You - The 1975

“Joel..” you muttered with your eyes still closed, your arm extending out to the other side of your bed. Slowly blinking your eyes open and sitting up, you breathed in deeply as you looked around confused. There was no reason you should’ve been calling out his name considering he hasn’t come to see you in weeks. Joel was older, it was unrealistic to think he’d text you many times during the day. He preferred calling or coming to visit when he had the weekend off. The past few weekends he decided to stay home which didn’t bother you, but he didn’t call much either. If he did call, it was short and brief, like it was a chore. Joel used to lay the phone on his bare chest, your voice on speaker while he dozed off listening to how pretty you sounded. That hasn’t happened in months.

You hurried to find your phone on the floor, texting Sarah as fast as your fingers could type.

Hey! Are you guys doing anything for your dad’s birthday this weekend?? Should we drive to see him?

Minutes that felt like hours passed and you bit at the inside of your cheek in nervousness, dying to see her response.

I heard from Uncle Tommy they were throwing a surprise party, but i won’t be able to make it home this weekend, soccer game! Feel free to go tho, I’m sure he won’t mind you taking my place! Love ya xo

Your thumb brushed over the side of your phone as you reread the text about a dozen times, contemplating the idea of going. What if he didn’t want to see you? Could you handle that amount of rejection? You needed answers from him though, what happened to him where he felt comfortable treating you like a stranger? Fuck it.

In a matter of 30 minutes you managed to get every single detail from Tommy, your bag packed and GPS routed to Joel’s house. It seemed a little crazy, a spur of the moment trip to drive 4 hours to confront the man who was trying to ghost you. As you got in your car and your playlist blaring through the speakers, you gave yourself a small pep talk, bracing yourself for whatever was about to happen tonight.

———————-

Finally you arrived at the Millers house, Joel’s truck nowhere in sight. You parked a few houses away so he wouldn’t see your car if he took the same route he always did to get home. Tommy pushed the screen door open and greeted you with his arms open and a grin on his face, a kitchen towel over his shoulder. “Well well well, she does live!” Tommy joked with you and grabbed your bag from your hand, walking up the sidewalk to the house. “Alive and well, just fucking starving and I need a shower before I get dressed.” Your arms wrapped around his torso and hugged him tightly. Tommy knew about you and Joel, he knew not to tell Sarah or lead on to anything going on between you and Joel in front of her. “Well c’mon then! Get your shit and let’s go inside, fix ya somethin’ to eat. Joel’s at work but he’ll be here after. All your shit is still upstairs so go on while I make you something I can find in this god forsaken fridge.” Tommy shouted from the kitchen as you shut the front door. Birthday decorations scattered across the walls and the floor, balloons tied to the lamps. Joel always told you to not make a big fuss over his birthday but you and Tommy never listened. Surprise parties were your thing you did for him, so it was nice to see Tommy continuing the tradition. This would make surprise party number three for Joel since you started dating him, and it stung a little bit you didn’t think to come down and plan one for him regardless if he deserved it or not.

You walked up the stairs to Joel’s room, pushing the door open slowly before poking your head in. It smelled just the same, the cologne you got him mixed with the faintest hint of laundry soap that he swore up and down was the best. Tossing your bag on his bed and sighing deeply, you ran a hand through your hair as you wondered what the hell were you doing here.

I miss you! Can I see you this weekend, maybe grab a bite at that favorite restaurant of yours down here? You hesitated to hit send, your heart racing in your chest.

Too nervous to sit and wait for his response, you stripped and made your way to his bathroom. The hair soap you swore you left was nowhere to be found. There was Joel’s sitting on the shelf, so what happened to yours? They were pretty full and Joel didn’t like to use yours. A pit grew in your stomach, the confusion eating at you. As you stepped under the warm water, your tears started to flow freely. It was like Joel was slowly erasing you from his life, piece by piece. For what?

You washed your hair quickly and grabbed the body soap and your wash cloth. Your eyes couldn’t help but flick down to where your soap bottles used to sit, anger coursing through you. If he wanted to see other people, he should’ve just been fucking honest. As you dried off and started to get ready, your mind replayed everything that could’ve caused this. Your relationship wasn’t perfect by any means, you fought almost daily a few months ago before he stopped calling so much. It would be over nothing, just Joel being stubborn. He’d bring up your age and how you’d get bored of him, how he’s not the man you want, how you resent him for not wanting to move with you, stuff you’d never say about him. He was the one that was embarrassed of you. He never wanted you to meet his friends, and when he got tired of your begging and pleading, he finally took you out with them to the bar. That was a fucking joke you thought to yourself as you recalled that night from a year ago.

“Joel what the fuck was that? Why didn’t you call me your girlfriend when you introduced me to them?” you questioned as you got out of his truck in his driveway. You slammed the door shut and he groaned loudly from inside the vehicle, climbing out reluctantly. “The hell are you on about? I told ‘em we were datin’, is that not good enough?” He loved doing that thing where he’d spin it back on you and make you feel so stupid for even bringing it up. “Oh my god, no It’s not like that! I just wanted to know why you didn’t tell them I was your girlfriend and have been for a year!” you bursted through the front door and threw off your purse, tossing it to the ground. “Well excuse the hell outta me! I thought it was the same fuckin’ thing!” he shouted, following you through the house to his room. “Why does it matter so much to you? If you’re with me, what’s it matter, huh?” Joel's hands grabbed your arms and forced you to look at him, his face riddled with confusion and anger. “Because, Joel! I love you and you’re fucking embarrassed to show anyone that!” The hot tears were streaming down your face as you tried to fight him to let go. His face finally softened and he sighed. “Baby…”

That was so long ago and here you were now in his room, finding out the man you thought loved you had maybe not wanted you anymore. Finally zipping up your dress, you fixed your hair one last time and checked your makeup. Something came over you and told you to open the bedside table you used to call yours, wondering if anything was touched. The cool wood brushed over your knuckles as you grabbed the knob and pulled gently, bracing yourself for whatever could be in there. All of your old pictures of you two were in a pile, scattered like someone was digging through them from time to time. The one that was your favorite was all the way at the bottom. It was of Joel, in the ocean and he looks gorgeous. That was your first vacation together, you both went to go see Sarah’s soccer game and you snuck away together while she was at practice to go swimming. He told you he’d help you learn how to swim so he took you out so far you almost couldn’t touch and helped you get over your fear of drowning. “I won’t let that happen, ok? I gotcha sweet pea. Don’t be scared, I’m here.” You recalled how his arms wrapped around you and you felt so safe. He looked so ethereal, like he wasn’t real.

You closed the drawer and found your phone buried under your towel on the bed, checking to see if maybe Joel messaged you back. Nothing. There was nothing. A sigh of frustration left your lips and you walked out of Joel’s room, looking for Tommy downstairs. He was in the kitchen getting the drinks and snacks out. “There you are! I made ya a grilled cheese but it got cold, thought ya fell asleep up there girl, been almost two hours.” Tommy’s eyes met yours and he noticed you weren’t your normal self. He gave an apologetic smile and rubbed your back softly, “Cmon, we’ve got about fifteen minutes ‘fore he gets here. Help me with the cake?” You gave Tommy a small smile and nodded, reaching to open the box the cake was in. You both were careful not to bump the box on it and set it on the table for everyone to see. His house filled up rather quickly with people while you were upstairs for those couple hours, which to you felt like minutes.

“Everyone get down, he’s here!” someone shouted from the living room and suddenly the lights went out, leaving you standing in pure darkness. Tommy tugged your arm and you snapped out of the transe you were in, crouching down in front of the kitchen table. The front door swung open and there he was, your man. The broad shoulders on the silhouette made your breath hitch and your knees weak. Immediately the lights went on and everyone popped out shouting happy birthday. Joel’s face lit up with a smile and the little confetti poppers went off, small rainbow bits of paper cascading down to the floor in front of him. He was met with many hugs as everyone crowded him, leaving you by the table by yourself. You couldn’t bring yourself to go up there to him, not in front of all these people. Small conversations were forming as Joel was finally making his way out of the clump of bodies, his beautiful brown eyes locking with yours.

“H-happy birthday.” you stated quieter than you wanted. His arm dropped to his side as his smile slowly faded, walking over to you. “What’re you doin’ here?” Joel asked harshly. Was that all he had to say? A lump grew in your throat and your mouth went dry. “Tommy um, Tommy invited me.” Great, now you were stuttering and tripping over your words. Joel was now toe to toe with you, his expression not changing. “Oh” he muttered sarcastically and nodded. Tears stung your eyes at his cold tone and you knew you couldn’t deal with this all night. “Listen, I’ll go if you want me to, just tell me…but if I walk out that door Joel, we’re done. I can’t do this anymore and by the looks of it, you don’t want to do it either. You’ve practically hidden every single memory of me or gotten rid of it and for what?” your eyes were overfilled with tears as they threatened to spill from the outer corners and Joel's head snapped away, his jaw clenching at the silence you shared.

“Yeah, I want you to leave. We’re done.” He didn’t even have the fucking decency to look at you when he said it, when he plunged the knife into your heart. There was nothing more you could say to him to see how hurt you were, how much you wanted him to beg you to stay. You wanted him to tell you why he’d been acting this way for months and why he felt so comfortable acting like you meant nothing to him after three years. You pushed passed him and ran up the stairs to gather your bag. He didn’t deserve you, and that was so clear now. He didn’t deserve all the late nights you stayed up with him and assured him Sarah wouldn’t find out about you two. How many vacations you took him on just to get him out of Texas. He didn’t deserve all the brand new things you introduced him to. Most importantly, he didn’t deserve the amount of patience you had with him. He was as stubborn as a fucking mule, but not once did you ever think about giving up on him like he was doing to you right now.

Mascara was running down your face as you practically sprinted to your car, your bag flailing behind you. You dropped your car keys trying to unlock your trunk and you lost it. You leaned against the trunk with your hands covering your face, sobbing your heart out. You gave him everything, you gave him all of you. “Wait, don’t go..” Joel shouted out of breath as he ran down the sidewalk. You looked up at him through blurry eyes, that burning anger igniting in your stomach once more. “No, fuck you! I’m leaving. I told you if you let me walk out that door we were done and what did you do? YOU LET ME LEAVE!” your voice echoed between the houses but you didn’t care anymore. “You’re nothing but a selfish asshole, Joel. I should’ve known better than to think you wouldn’t break my heart. Fuck you, just go.”

His arms engulfed you and you beat your fists on his chest, crying harder than you were before. Joel’s grip on you tightened as he pulled you in close, shushing you quietly. “Stop, just stop. Shhh” he whispered and petted the back of your head softly. “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, sweet pea. I think I just got so busy with work and you with getting adjusted in your new place, we were like ships passing in the night.” Joel’s hands cupped your face, his thumb swiping away your tears. “You don’t just give up and act like I don’t exist Joel! Why would you do that to me?!” you demanded and looked at him through tear clumped lashes. “I thought it was easier for you! Jus’ let me prove to you I can be a better man to you, darlin. Please, I need you. I’ve been so lonely without you.” Joel’s tone softened as his voice cracked, a tear falling down his face.

“This is what I’ve been wanting to hear for months. I need some space. I can’t keep doing this shit, Joel. Happy birthday.” You placed a photo of you and him in his hand that you swiped from the drawer earlier. A croak of your name left his lips before you walked away and climbed into your car. You looked at him one last time in the rearview mirror as he stood there staring at everything he just fucked up. He needed to sit with what he’d done, and you had a lot to think about on your drive back home.

#joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x you #the last of us #bfd!joel #bfd!joel miller #this killed me #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller angst #pedro pascal characters

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jihyocentric · 9 months

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i had to delay the pup hyo due to personal stuff, but it's here finally!

perhaps nayeon was being a little evil when she gave jeongyeon that task, but she didn’t wake up in a good mood, upset with jeongyeon for an unknown reason, and doing that was her way to have her sweet revenge.

the instructions were rather simple, all jeongyeon had to do was brushing jihyo’s ears and tail, as it was the time in the month to get rid of the excess fur jihyo would left around the house.

it wasn’t a lot, but it bothered nayeon to have it in their sheets, on the ground or on the couch if jihyo were to sit there for a long period of time, and although jihyo hated to have her ears and tail groomed with a scary brush, she couldn’t run away from nayeon.

with jeongyeon, however, jihyo takes advantage on the fact that jeongyeon is clearly hesitant to touch her when she’s whining and asking her not to, successfully avoiding being brushed, despite being slightly scared of what nayeon would once she got back home.

but it wasn’t always like this. at some point when nayeon had just gotten her, jihyo used to love having her ears and tail brushed. the affection she’d get from nayeon was everything she’d ever wanted, and after the grooming she’d receive cuddles and treats for being a good puppy.

she started rejecting it after she saw the amount of hair nayeon took from her.

nayeon had been careful not to let jihyo see it, but the only moment she slipped and accidentally didn’t hide it from jihyo before throwing the excess fur away, jihyo decided that she didn’t want to be brushed anymore, as the brush nayeon used was allegedly stealing something from her, a part of her.

that very same reason is what she explains to jeongyeon, tucking her head into jeongyeon’s neck the third time she tries to make jihyo comply. the puppy even goes as far as rejecting the fruit snacks offered to her, determined to escape this month’s grooming.

jeongyeon palms jihyo’s ears, carefully tugging at the fur. she shows jihyo that she was truly shedding, hopeful that it would make her understand that it was time to let it go, but jihyo doesn’t seem to care at all.

“we need to do it, pup,” jeongyeon sighs, nearly going insane, not knowing what to do when jihyo looked at her with her bottom lip sticking out, eyes shining, almost crying. “it’s for your health.”

“but my ears will look bad,” jihyo whines, tail between her legs, ears flopping down. “they won’t be as soft and fluffy!”

“of course they will,” jeongyeon quickly assures. “it’ll be fast and i’m only taking what is already shed, i promise, pup.”

jihyo hums and shrinks in jeongyeon’s lap, trying to get away from the discussion, not wanting to make any deals with jeongyeon, resolute in her decision to not be brushed that day.

“we should do it before nayeon comes back,” jeongyeon adds, her heart tightening at the guilt she feels by making jihyo purposefully scared, but desperate times call for desperate measures. “her methods won’t be as nice as mine and you’ll even get treats and cuddles from me. what do you think, puppy?”

jihyo’s eyes widen at the mention of nayeon, thinking about the last time nayeon brushed her.

she wasn’t the best puppy, jihyo knew that, especially when she bit nayeon, but getting silent treatment from nayeon was even scarier than being scolded. jihyo didn’t want to go through that again.

despite the slight tremble of her body when she reminds of the last time she had to be groomed, jihyo was still determined to have it on her terms, tail wagging when she has an idea.

if she had to be brushed and lose a part of her, then she had the right to get something from the pain they were putting her through — even when there was no pain involved when she had to be brushed.

“will you get me new legos?” jihyo mumbles softly against jeongyeon’s neck, tail swishing, suddenly interested in that conversation. “been asking for them but nayeonie says i have to be good to get them.”

jeongyeon swallows thickly, wondering if the price of momentary peace was worth it.

“maybe…” jeongyeon replies slowly, instantly regretting it.

“i’ll let you do it.” jihyo pulls back, a big grin on her face, leaning in and kissing jeongyeon’s lips briefly, excited to get what she wanted.

jeongyeon laughs nervously, uncertain of how she’d hide from nayeon that she had just bribed jihyo into having her fur brushed, deciding to think about her other problems later.

jihyo sits on the couch willingly, letting jeongyeon run the brush against her ears and her tail, the object not as scary as it used to be when she thinks about the worse alternatives: having nayeon being mad at her or not getting a new set of legos.

if jihyo hadn’t been stubborn before, she would’ve known it felt good way before jeongyeon groomed her. she was nearly sleeping, head fallen back against the couch, ears twitching softly, pliant when jeongyeon made her turn around so that her back faced her, moving from her ears to jihyo’s tail.

nayeon walks in silently, shocked by what she sees, both angry because it looked like jeongyeon didn’t struggle at all to get jihyo to be groomed when she wanted her to, and incredibly jealous that jihyo was letting jeongyeon brush her without whining and trying to bite her.

“how did you…” nayeon lets out shakily, trying not to give away that she was upset.

“u-uh…” jeongyeon stutters, taking the brush away from jihyo’s tail, the puppy peacefully sleeping with her head fallen back to the side. “i just… promised her c-cuddles and treats.”

“oh, great!” nayeon huffs and walks away, going straight to the kitchen with the groceries she’d bought while she was out.

jeongyeon follows her, trying to figure out why nayeon was suddenly snappy, but not before making sure jihyo was comfortable in her sleep.

“what did i do?!” jeongyeon asks from behind the counter, watching as nayeon aggressively took the groceries out of the bag.

“nothing!” nayeon replies loudly, her own voice making her flinch. “i’m sorry. it’s really not your fault…”

“what is it then?” jeongyeon sighs.

nayeon bites her lip. “did you date any girls from work? yesterday i heard some things… i know we weren’t together back then, but…”

“i didn’t date anyone,” jeongyeon says, as if she was trying to find the right words. “did you walk in when they were talking or…”

“i wasn’t supposed to hear it. they were embarrassed when they noticed i was there,” nayeon breathes out, hands shaking, not a fan of the feeling inside her chest. “there’s no reason for me to be jealous. do i sound stupid? i do, don’t i?”

jeongyeon smiles, relieved that it wasn’t something serious, walking around the counter to hug nayeon.

she kisses nayeon’s forehead sweetly, reassuringly.

“you don’t sound stupid.” jeongyeon tells her. “it’s cute, actually.”

“so cheesy.” nayeon groans, making jeongyeon lean down to kiss her cheek. “lunch is on you.”

nayeon pats her shoulders and leaves, wanting to join jihyo on the couch.

“but i cooked yesterday!” jeongyeon whines.

#drabble #nayeon #jeongyeon #jihyo #3mix #2yeon #nahyo #jeonghyo #puppy!hyo #sfw #non rq

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shadowsandshapes · 1 year

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FFTB | CH 6: Vanishing Act (Dabi/F!Reader)

Summary: Dabi is confronted by the rest of the League about your departure. The fallout of that conversation proves a bit too much for him to handle. Contains: Dabi Not Understanding His Goddamn Feelings, Languishing To The Point Of Anger, Pining, Angst(ish), Emotionally Constipated Dabi

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“So what – you let her go? Just like that?”

Shigaraki was furious, gritting his teeth as Dabi explained what had happened after your mission was complete. Sure, he left out a few key details about who pushed you to run, but the bottom line was the same: you were gone and never coming back. Dabi only shrugged. “I told you – (Y/n) was unreliable. This just proves my point.”

“Why did you follow her anyway? You’re such a jerk, Dabi –” Toga cut in. “She was supposed to do this alone. For someone who can’t stop moaning about untrustworthy people, what have YOU done to earn her trust, huh?”

“She’s the outsider, not me,” he snapped back. “We’re better off without her anyway. We got lucky while she was with us but her Quirk was bound to turn against us eventually.”

“We needed her…” Shigaraki was scratching his neck again – nails digging into the soft tissue violently. His jaw fucking hurt from gritting his teeth and running his fingers across it wasn’t helping. Normally the gesture was at least somewhat soothing. Not this time. You were his ace in the hole and now you were gone. The phone in his hand lit up as he dialed your number. It rang once. Twice. And went dead. You hung up on him. “Shit. I told you to let her handle it but you wouldn’t listen, would you?”

“You got your info, didn’t you? So what’s the matter –”

“I needed her,” Shigaraki reiterated, groaning as his call was once again rejected. He would try and try again. You might pick up eventually. Dabi wanted to fire off a retort but the look in the boss’ eyes was deadly serious. The Overhaul negotiations were getting closer and apparently, you had a bigger part to play. That was news to him. Shigaraki had never mentioned it before but it was made obvious by the way he was brooding over your sudden departure.

“You chased her off by being such a buzzkill,” Toga complained. “When you started ignoring her, I stepped in because I saw how fucking bummed she was about it. Tell me you didn’t notice that. Because it was obvious. What did she ever do to you? She was nice. Always brushed my hair and helped me braid it before bed. Make it make sense! Who’s gonna do all that stuff for me now – you?”

Why the hell was Toga defending you? She didn’t know you like he did. You were his partner. Dabi’s eyed narrowed. “Hell no – wait, you’re blaming me for this?”

The reaction from the others was immediate – ringing out in unison.

“Yes…”

“No way, man – Yeah, pretty much!”

“Absolutely.”

“Who else are we supposed to blame?”

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

Dabi gaped at his fellow League members – dumbfounded. “She has you all wrapped around her finger, huh?”

The rest of the members stared back at him. Mixed feelings drifted around the room. None of them wanted to talk back to Dabi. They all knew very well he was one of their strongest – but they had come to care a great deal for you. And that story he had spun? About you faking your care and affection for them – it didn’t add up. You had always been kind to them. Distant – yes, but never rude or cruel. Dabi could see disbelief and disapproval flash behind their eyes. Their silence told him all he needed to know. You had made them fall for your charms and the idiots didn’t even realize it.

He scoffed. Fine. Their validation meant nothing to him. “The least you could do is have my back. I know what I know.”

With those final words, Dabi stomped down the corridor to get away from their ridiculous judgment. Toga shouted something after him but he didn’t listen. The ringing in his ears was louder than anything she had to say. His stomach wouldn’t stop turning. Every step Dabi took pounded in his head, bouncing off his skull to signal an oncoming headache. It was sickening. He felt like shit. Everything had worked out exactly how he wanted it to. Still, his mind couldn’t let go of your broken expression. The way you crumpled when he had confronted you. It felt so real. Weak. He shouldn’t care – he didn’t. You were finally far enough away from him to fade from memory. All Dabi had to do was stop thinking about you. Easy. He told you on your first day, didn’t he? People in this line of work come and go all the time. Dabi had his fun while you were here. Now it was time to move on.

Why the fuck couldn’t he? You were nobody – and yet your face still lingered in his mind.

Dabi stopped dead in his tracks – abruptly slamming his hand against the wall. The very thought of you was unbearable. His flames scorched a dark brand into the smooth surface of the damp, peeling wallpaper. It vanished into ashes within seconds, smoke emerging from between his fingertips. But his fire kept burning – reaching the concrete slab beyond. The wall blackened beneath his touch. Sizzling and cracking as he funneled his frustrations into his palm. There was no relief. If he didn’t stop soon, he’d reduce the entire hideout to ash. Dabi knew this very well but the urge to destroy something was just too overwhelming. He needed relief. Something. Anything to stop feeling like shit. Whatever this was couldn’t be burned away. If anything, the longer he stood here, the worse he felt. A loud crack sounded out into the hallway. The stone beneath his palm had splintered from the heat – snapping him out of his trance. Dabi stopped – reaching his hand back to stare at the damage.

It hurt. Stinging with the dull ache of over-use. The pain was nothing compared to the nauseating feeling in his stomach though. That was pure fucking agony. Dabi regarded the burn mark on the wall with a sneer. Losing his cool like that was unacceptable. Over a fucking girl no less. His eyes drifted past the cracked stone slab and, just then, he realized exactly where he was standing. Right next to an all too familiar bedroom door. Yours. He eyed the doorknob with a scowl.

Why was he here? You were gone.

Despite his reservations and the voice in the back of his head telling him to let it go, Dabi jangled the handle. Locked. Not for long. He looked left – right. Coast was clear. With a few firm bashes of his shoulder, the flimsy wooden frame around the lock splintered and gave way. Too easy. He glanced at the broken latch as he entered. Spinner could fix that later, right now he wanted to – what exactly? Dabi still didn’t fully comprehend why he had broken into your room. Maybe to find something to justify his actions. Something that proved you were going to betray the League. Normally, he wouldn’t care about what the others thought, but this nagging feeling in his gut wouldn’t leave him alone.

The room was sparsely decorated. You had your own place after all, only using the League when you absolutely had to or when you were too lazy to go home. Still – your presence clung to the air – Dabi inhaled your scent, its memory triggering a torrent of emotions. He imagined you sitting on the bed. Every now and then, he would come to see you. Just to bother you a little with his marvelous existence. You’d always roll your eyes but welcome him in regardless. Smiling, like you were expecting him to show up every night. Sometimes you’d let him rest his head in your lap and play with his hair until he fell asleep, talk about nothing in particular, or help Dabi replace his stitches when they got infected or crooked. You knew just what he needed without ever having to ask.

“You’re a menace –” you’d said, wiping down his cheek with a rubbing alcohol-soaked pad. Despite your harsh tone, there was a fondness in your eyes that was reserved only for him. No one else got that look – just Dabi. It was his favorite. Those gentle, sweet eyes tinged with equal parts annoyance and worry. He focused on them as they darted across his burns. You were so focused on patching him up that you didn’t even notice his desirous stare. Did you know you bit your lip when you were concentrating, Dabi wondered. Were you aware of how your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you leaned in to get a better look? It was mesmerizing.

“I know,” Dabi said. “That’s why you’re so obsessed with me.”

The way your eyes glazed over in an attempt to mask your true feelings had him sporting a wide grin. Your unimpressed stare was really quite charming. Unfortunately for Dabi, you knew just how to handle him when he was giving you attitude. That smug little look on his face wouldn’t last much longer. “Hey, ow-ow-OW–” Dabi hissed as you roughly massaged the pad against a patch of injured skin as a punishment. “Okay – okay! Relax, it was just a joke! You’re so mean to me, for what?”

You grasped his chin firmly – forcing his gaze from your sweet and tender lips upwards. Dabi bit the inside of his cheek as your eyes met. “Don’t be rude and I will be nice.”

“You’re allowed to hurt me but I can’t be rude?”

“Oh boo-hoo, tough guy. Suck it up. Unless you want someone else to take care of you? Want me to get Twice?”

“No – no…I’m good, thanks.”

“That’s what I thought.” You smiled then – a sight so comforting it washed away the pain of his injuries better than any medicine ever could.

The memory faded – feeding into the growing weight in his stomach. Your bed was starting to look mighty inviting. He shouldn’t. The entire point of coming in here was to put any remnants of you behind him. Even as he approached the foot of the bed, Dabi scolded himself mentally for even entertaining the idea. Despite himself, he let himself fall onto the mattress. The soft plush of your blankets was welcoming, and warm and smelled vaguely of rosemary. Like you. He pressed his head into your pillow and propped it up with his arms. It was comfortable. Only when he closed his eyes did the searing hot sensation beneath his skin stop burning. Dabi imagined you next to him. Your voice was nothing but a gentle whisper in his ear as you curled up into his side. His hands wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. The curve of your body grazing against his stomach. Hips against hips. Your breath fanning against his neck as you attempt to muffle a laugh by burying your face against his skin. The fantasy faded as he opened his eyes – with it, so did the brief relief he had gained from indulging in it.

Dread replaced it. Dabi sat up – reeling from whatever the hell had just happened to him. What the fuck was that. No – no, this wasn’t right. Something was severely wrong with him. Fucked up beyond repair. Dabi was sick – the thought of you, or the absence of you, was killing him. Getting rid of you didn’t soothe the pain at all. It made it so much fucking worse. And now he was laying on your bed like a pathetic loser, desperately clinging onto the little parts you had left behind.

This wasn’t loathing or distrust. Dabi didn’t hate you. It was a goddamn obsession.

He groaned at the realization. This was even worse than he had first imagined. You were a goddamn plague on his mind. Too ingrained into his life to just go vanish quietly without resistance. Dabi had waited too long to dispose of you. You had stuck around – gotten too close – and now he was attached. Time would take care of this, Dabi told himself. As long as you stayed the fuck away from him he would get over this.

First things first: every trace of you had to be erased. He rose from the bed and gathered what was left of your belongings. Clothes, sheets, trinkets – it didn’t matter – he took as much as he could carry. There was a dumpster out back that looked fire-proof enough to withstand his flames. It was far from ideal but it would have to suffice. Dabi was going to burn you to cinders himself if he had to. Whatever it took to forget and move past this. He would do it.

You would not be allowed to rule over his thoughts any longer.

A/N: ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED? (: I sure hope so. Dabi's having a day, isn't he? When will he accept his feelings? WHEN? This chapter was quite challenging, but I think I've fully expressed how much anguish Dabi is in thanks to his own damn self heheh

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The Bumbleby scene feels too random at this point. It’s like they literally picked the scene out of a hat to “confirm” it. As you mentioned, the don’t even hold hands. You’re telling me that’s more intimate than the freaking cheek holding head touched in V8? Wait a minute, didn’t everyone think BB started back in V6 after they killed Adam? What the fuck is even going on anymore?!

People have always shipped it, but yeah, 'canonizing' them started post-Volume 3 and ramped up into 'Oh damn I think they're really gonna do it!' territory in Volume 6. We've got:

Yang grappling with Blake leaving post-Beacon. (She's not, for example, similarly concerned that Weiss 'abandoned' her too. Yang shouldn't have any idea that Weiss was essentially kidnapped by her dad)

Tender and then rejected hand-holding in the shed at the farm

Agreed upon hand-holding while fighting Adam which, yeah, a lot of people read as the moment they 'solved' their relationship troubles, seguing into something new. Hand-holding is often used in RWBY to indicate a romantic relationship, the only problem with using this as a confirmation is that all our other examples also have something more overt: Saphron and Terra are married, Nora kisses Ren/he says "I love you," etc.

Adam's "What do you see in her?" line. Although, this one is severely complicated by a contradiction in the fandom. Many fans claim this implies that Adam recognizes Blake's interest in Yang precisely because she was once interested in him - how can you like her over me? That's compounded by his motivations changing from being politically focused to what feels like stalking and hunting down an ex. However, these fans don't want to admit to the other implications that Blake and Adam were an item due to a lot of anti-men sentiments, biphobia, gold star lesbian nonsense, and the like. Basically, some fans want to use Adam's potential relationship with Blake as proof that she's in a relationship with Yang now, but not actually admit that they ever had that relationship because ew, how could perfect Blake like a male villain? There's also some of that with Sun: fans using Blake's interactions with him to support an interest in Yang ('She has a type!'), but simultaneously denying that blacksun was ever a possibility because that supposedly (not actually) threatens the sanctity of her One True Sapphic Love.

Forehead touch after Adam dies + a promise to never leave

More hand-holding in the airship

Blushing over Yang complimenting her haircut

Having fun pre-outing in Atlas that kinda implies it might be a date, but no one actually establishes it as a date and everyone is going out together, so...

Taking silly pictures together when they get their licenses

Nora's comments to Ren about how they're likely more than friends

Yang being worried about Blake even though she fought with Ruby

Yang tenderly cupping Blake's cheek when they're reunited

Blake loosing it when Yang "dies"

Tackle-hug when everyone else gets...uh, a knee touch?

Blake being flirty, leaning in, finger brush

Weiss' "It's about time" comment

I've probably missed some stuff, but the point is that it's been four years (or even six years depending on how far back you're willing to go) and we're still in this flirty, teasing, ambiguous stage where, as demonstrated above, reading a romantic relationship often requires making a lot of assumptions that rely on having a lot of trust in your writers. I don't know if I'd call all this random, but it is a holding pattern. They blush, hold hands, and others vaguely comment on what they might be. But unlike our straight couples, we're not given anything solid to canonize them with.

I mean, even if you're a fan who believes that these little breadcrumbs are enough to prove the love between them (and here I'm addressing the fandom at large, not you specifically, Happygaynoises2) we get how the queer couples aren't given equal treatment, right? Pyrrha kissed Jaune. Nora kissed Ren. Ren said "I love you." Jaune asked Weiss to the dance. Weiss blatantly chases after Neptune. Ozpin marries and has kids with Salem. Everyone but Adrian has married, straight parents.

Compare that to our queer rep (with May being an exception due to her gender) and it's pretty obvious that this glacial "slow burn" has less to do with the needs of the story and more about RT hesitating to make two of the main girls unambiguously queer. After all, if most of your fans are happy with those breadcrumbs and a canonical relationship would drive away the homophobes... why not just toe the line to keep both groups around, giving you more money?

That's a form of queerbaiting and it's why so many of us remain nervous. I seriously hope given what we've seen so far that this will FINALLY be the Volume when we can set the 'Will they, won't they?' to rest. But who can actually say.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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nepobabyeurydice · 9 months

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Summary:

Piper brings her friends from school back to the house. Jason and Leo are nice young men…it's just Piper has never done this. Tristan McLean is introduced to Jason and Leo under almost mundane circumstances and is confused.

Tristan waited for his daughter at the airport, hoping desperately that he wouldn't be recognized and that Piper wouldn't be irritated he was here. She’s growing up, Tristan could remember how embarrassed he got when his dad picked him up from school after Tristan got his permit.

He’s ashamed to say it took him a second to find Piper, her choppy haircut had taken on a glossy sheen that Tristan had never seen, there were subtle touches of makeup on her face. The lightest touch was just enough to hide something small, and she looked happier than he had ever seen her after going to a new school.

The boys behind her were chatting casually. The blond one was carrying the heavier bags while the smaller one dragged a shiny metallic case behind him, they were both laughing and Tristan couldn’t pick up any of the normal tension that came from rivalry.

Piper’s kaleidoscope eyes flitted over the people parked before landing on the car. Then, she met Tristan’s eyes, and he braced for rejection only to be hit with joy. The smile, crooked and beautiful lit up Piper’s face. Her friends followed her gaze and each took one of Piper’s hands and dashed towards the car.

“You came!” Piper said breathlessly. “I thought Hedge—”

Tristan barely managed not to shuffle awkwardly instead brushing back Piper’s fringe. “He’s the one who suggested I should come. Did you not want me to—”

“Of course I wanted you to come!” she cried, her eyes sincere. Then, seemingly remembering her manners (not that Tristan would’ve minded) waved at her friends. “This is Jason Cesario, and this is Leo Valdez.”

Tristan smiled and was pleased to see that none of them were flush. It’s always so awkward when he has someone’s Piper’s age look at him like that, never mind her friends.

“Wow, Beauty Queen, here I thought you loved me.” Leo said sarcastically. Both of the children rolled their eyes and Piper pulled Leo into a casual headlock and ruffled his hair.

“I’m sorry, Supreme Commander Toolbelt, would you like some ice for that?” Piper sniped back. Leo pouted and Piper let him go easily, not looking repulsed at the fact that she had a smear of—was that grease—in the shape of fingerprints on her jacket.

He’d never thought he’d see the day when Piper willingly brought friends over to their ‘oversized, 1% not even completely practical box’ (her words not Tristan’s, although he did miss the simplicity of the rez sometimes.)

Jason smiled at their antics and popped the trunk open dumping the luggage into the back. He offered his hand to Tristan and Tristan took it surprised to feel calluses on the whole hand.

Jason seemed to pick up on it. “I do practical stuff here and there.”

Piper and Leo snorted. Tristan let it slide.

Piper took a shotgun and her friends slipped into the back with zero complaint.

They were quiet throughout the ride, although they all fidgeted. Leo had rubber bands, Jason was alternating between reading some thick book and tugging soothingly at his hair. Piper bit her lip, ran her hands through her braid and spun her brackets around. But it was quiet, so Tristan couldn’t complain, although he gently tapped Piper’s hand when she began pinching her skin absentmindedly.

She shot him an exasperated look but stopped anyway, so he counted that as a win.

“So how’d you all meet?” Tristan asked.

All three of them seem to exchange a look without even turning their heads.

“Leo was in all my classes, so it was inevitable really,” Piper said fondly. “And Jason showed up, and we got attached.”

“He’s a parasite,” Leo mock-whispered.

Jason rolled his eyes and ruffled Leo’s hair. “I mooch off you for a map one time.”

“A map?” Tristan asked worriedly.

Piper gave him an exasperated look. “We do go to a wilderness school, Dad. Jason has a…”

“Sense of direction that only works when it’s raining.” Leo shouted although he was swiftly muffled by Jason.

“You’re the one who made a bomb!” Jason cried exasperatedly. “We’re not winning any awards, Leo!”

Piper sighed and pulled down the mirror, so she could see the boys behind her. “Guys, put on your seatbelts. Leo, please don’t stick your head out the window, the paparazzi are everywhere, Jason, your hair is fine and Annabeth Approved.”

The boys went quiet and Tristan picked up on the two clicks of seatbelts hastily put on. Then: “They really do have zero respect for privacy don’t they?”

Because outside Tristan’s gates twenty paparazzi yelling frantically trying to get a photo.

He sighed. “Pipes, I’m so sorry—”

She gave him a little half-smile that reminded him so much of Charlotte Tristan nearly cried. But there was no time for that as Tristan had to turn all his attention into not hitting someone and it turning into a lawsuit.

Which is why the sound of a window opening was the last thing he wanted to hear.

“Hey!” Jason yelled. The cameras turned onto him, but a distinct scent of ozone hung heavily in the air. “I think you’re trespassing on private property here.”

The cameras flashed and Tristan sighed. They had never cared despite frequent requests for a modicum of decency. At least Piper hadn’t had any real scandals beyond the BMW and even that had been hushed up since the dealer hadn’t wanted to subject a child to that scrutiny.

Pipes and her voice, his dad would’ve been proud.

The paparazzo suddenly yelped and scattered as rain barrels down onto the earth with vicious fury.

It faded as though it had never been there once the paparazzi fled the scene, so Tristan took advantage and escaped into the security of his house.

He pretended not to see Leo and Jason exchanging a high-five behind him.

***

Leo gaped wide-eyed at the house while Jason simply took in the wealth like it was something normal, and he had to seen every day.

“Which rooms are they staying in?” Piper asked.

“The ones next to yours. Mellie and Gleeson have rooms in the lower east wing, so you won't have to go far if you need anything from them.”

”Are you shooting another movie?” Piper asked eagerly. “Is it another classic's movie? Or is it--”

“It's a Jake Steel movie.” Tristan sighed and Piper gave a groan. “I'd have you research something for me, but it's pretty clear what it's going to be.”

“Violence, violence, and more violence.” she said bitterly. “You really should take a Cherokee role though. It'd be more interesting than a Jake Steel movie.”

“Too close to home, Pipes.” Tristan sighed. “Everything is far, far too close to home.”

Home where his dad died. Home where he hadn't been while his father suffered in silence until he could no more. If he had just pushed for the King of Sparta to come out just a week earlier he might've had the right amount of money.

“Wait!” Leo said, startled. “You're Jake Steel? Man, the amount of make-up they must put on your face to make you look more white passing.”

Tristan grimaced. “I took it fresh from King of Sparta and agreed to do any Jake Steel movie that happened in the future. They hadn't realized I wasn't white since my last name-”

“Looks white.” Leo finished, his face full of empathy. “Yeah, my full name is Leonidas, so my teachers expected me to be a Castellano transfer student and got Huston born and raised instead.”

“Leonidas,” Piper and Jason sniggered. Leo shot them an acidic look.

Piper smiled at him angelically and turned to Tristan. “I'll talk to Mellie and sort out your schedule, so you can spend more time with us if that's okay.

“Piper,” Tristan said, touched but heartbroken all the same. “I would love nothing more than to spend time with you.”

She smiled, broad, hopeful, and close to tears.

***

The area of beach Mellie reserved for them was truly beautiful. The water almost looked clear, the sand had zero trash (thank god) and it was very clearly isolated which meant you would hear any stalkers and the security team had fewer things to juggle.

He owed that woman a raise, and maybe maternity leave, although she insisted that she wouldn't need it.

“I'm literally going to die if I get in there.” Jason informed Piper bluntly as she sprayed sunscreen on him. ”I've never been the best swimmer and with Percy gone-“

”You'll be fine,“ Piper insisted. ”If you're not, I'll buy you ice cream.”

“That isn't comforting.”

“It's supposed to be a happy thought.”

Jason sighed and allowed himself to be dragged into the water. Tristan eyed him warily. He was exactly Piper's type despite her never having a serious boyfriend.

Tristan could still recall the hilarity of when she first met Zac Efron and Anne Hathaway. The blushing, the stammering, the abrupt self-confidence that charmed those around her once it came out.

Jason at least was wise enough not to try anything with Piper yet, likely frightened of either the paparazzi (unlikely) or just not sure about how Piper would take his affection. (rational, she could be surprisingly vindictive)

Leo was already torso deep in the water cackling every time he emerged from the waves trying to pull him into the depths. The child had zero fear and instead splashed around with a grin and a slightly maniac light in his eyes.

Jason seemed content to be just knee-deep but at Piper's insistence plunged deeper to join both her and Leo's chaotic wave ducking.

Tristan laughed as Piper was toppled over by a particularly fierce wave and emerged near the shore, panting furiously but looking delighted as she chased after the boys.

“You should join them.” Mellie encouraged. Tristan didn’t even bother to ask how she had appeared out of nowhere. Mellie was supernatural in her ability to appear and Tristan could accept that.

“They’re having fun.” Tristan replied as Leo hurled himself through a large wave.

Mellie smiled. “Piper wants to spend time with you, Jason wants your approval and Leo is in desperate need of someone older to care for him. I believe you check the boxes with your presence, Tris.”

Jason shrieked as Piper hurled herself upon his back and clamored upon it, both of them crying out as a wave pulled them down and emerging laughing.

“Go have fun.” Mellie said and that was an order.

Tristan considered arguing, but one glance at Piper made him dismiss it. He’d do many things for his daughter. Having fun wouldn’t cost him anything.

***

In the end Piper left in tears back to her school.

“I love you,” she said. “I’ll see you next year.”

Tristan pressed a kiss on her head, long and frantic. “Your grandfather would be proud, I know I am. Be careful, Pipes.”

Piper leaned back. “Always am,” she lied. “Call me.”

“I will.”

Jason gave Tristan a solemn nod and shook his hand like he was a soldier going off to war. Leo smiled brilliantly and allowed Tristan to pull him into a hug.

He tried not to think that this might be the last time he ever saw the three of them together again.

#jason grace #piper mclean #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #fanfic #a oneshot by any other name is which we call a fic #fanfiction

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local-redhead-bookworm · 2 years

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Hey, I’m in a mood to ramble about Steve today. This gets pretty long though, so pull up a chair.

I could go on for hours about how the Duffers could not write a character arc if you put a gun to their heads, but they actually came pretty close with Steve. I also really like to look at what’s actually happening in the story versus how the narrative frames it, so we’re gonna talk about Steve.

So at the beginning, Steve is meant to be perceived as “Nancy’s jerk boyfriend” and that’s it. Honestly, I’m surprised he ever made it past that, given how the Duffers handled every other male character aside from Jonathan and now Argyle. Anyway, we’re meant to see him as an arrogant rich boy who’s a jerk to Jonathan in s1, and nothing else.

But let’s set the narrative lens aside for a second. He caught Jonathan trespassing on his family’s property, taking inappropriate photos of his girlfriend. Now I know this all gets addressed later, but in the moment, it’s really not a good look for Jonathan. I think breaking Jonathan’s camera was too far, but Steve’s anger is justified. The incident with the spray paint and him calling Jonathan a slur are absolutely not being excused here, I’m merely pointing out that his actions before that point were not exactly as the narrative frames them.

Then we have his famous match with the demogorgon, where Steve actually had come to apologize to Jonathan and instead got pulled into the Upside Down mess. He jumps right into his role as the protector, and he’s a much better person because of this.

Then in s2, Steve and Nancy have been dating for almost a year. He is an extremely devoted boyfriend, and he clearly adores Nancy, but it’s obvious that Nancy is still thinking about Jonathan. Even when she helps him out with academic stuff, she continues to fling his own poor grades and his shortcomings in his face. Then she dumps him, and he is absolutely devastated by it.

At this point, it’s worth mentioning that Steve’s parents are virtually never present. Granted, some of the parents in the show are fairly uninvolved, but Steve’s parents are just never there. Let’s re-evaluate Steve’s relationships in light of this. He’s popular but Tommy and Carol have dropped him by s2, so he doesn’t have many (if any) real friends. Take this with how attached he was to Nancy, and it paints a picture of simply a very lonely teenaged boy. She’s the first person who’s chosen to stick around him in a while for something other than his status. He was so deeply in love with her, and her decision to dump him is like a knife to the heart for him.

After his breakup with Nancy, he gets dragged into the Upside Down mess again by Dustin, who at this point he probably just knows as “Nancy’s little brother’s friend.” And he throws himself into helping and protecting because he feels useful and wanted here, with Dustin, who’s like a little brother to him. He gives Dustin relationship advice and while it’s not good, it does show us how deeply his breakup with Nancy hurt him. We see him talk to Nancy briefly, and we see how deeply her words about him being a “shitty boyfriend” hurt him. He’s convinced he was the problem, as if she wasn’t the one constantly brushing him off and casting longing looks at Jonathan.

In s3, things are better. He’s much happier, and he’s overjoyed to see Dustin. However, he failed to get accepted into any colleges, presumably because of his low grades and his flopped admission letters. He’s developed some feelings for Robin and he’s still very absorbed with trying to get a date, but given the ease with which he takes her rejection and her coming out to him, he’s in a much more stable place emotionally by the end of the season. He states that he is no longer in love with Nancy and considers her a friend.

It seemed like we were through with Steve being second fiddle and hung up on romance, because he had friends now. He had his little found family.

Then everything changed with the arrival of s4. It butchered Steve’s dynamic with Dustin by having Dustin constantly belittle his intelligence. When Steve says that Nancy nearly shot him, she says he nearly deserved it, when he was coming to apologize to Jonathan. Nancy continues to insinuate that he’s stupid, and he never acknowledges this. We hear about how much this lonesome only child wants a big family, only to have to listen to him admit that it always included her. As if she isn’t still in a relationship with Jonathan at this time, as if she hasn’t constantly insulted him and made him feel undeserving of her love. The season concludes their relationship with Nancy being back with Jonathan but not communicating their problems, while Steve looks on longingly from the sidelines.

We can have Steve being clueless and out of the loop without being treated like he’s stupid. We can have Steve find belonging in his close friendship with Robin, and the older brother role he plays in Dustin’s life. We can have Steve be happy without him needing to get back with his ex who do obviously damaged his self esteem. Steve’s arc and his worth as a character do not begin and end with romance, and I’m sick of seeing another character’s story be a way to say that romance is the only thing that matters.

#steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things analysis #stranger things meta #stranger things 4 #stranger things 4 spoilers #stranger things spoilers #stranger things season 4 #and this doesn’t even begin to touch on my theory that steve is dyslexic #or all the trauma he’d have after being tortured in s3 #steve deserves better #better than Nancy specifically but also just in general #given how they’ve handled every other long haired pretty boy I’m surprised he ever became more than his first draft character #gonna go ahead and tag this as #anti stancy #my posts

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monochromer0ses · 8 months

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affection

maria x female reader sfw

warnings: none!!

notes: maririn!!!! i love her so much<333

maria and you were never the affectionate couple. at least it seems that way to other people. you were the types to be affectionate in your own ways.

like when maria is streaming for quite a bit you'll be sure to bring her more water or some snacks to tide her over. or when you torture yourself with hours of studying she'll remind you to rest for just a little bit. which you are definitely thankful for since you never wake up with an aching back and sore eyes.

but it is true that you guys never hold hands or do any other couple-y stuff in public. its just that you're both too shy and a little awkward to do that around other people.

especially her gen mates. each of them seems to think its absolutely hilarious to go on and on about how cute you are together. (with the exception of kyo, but he's not any better. instead he fake barfs and talks about how you guys are so gross.)

and while you're both embarrassed, maria has an easier time initiating while you guys are alone. actually now that you think about, you don't think you ever have.

its easy to continue what maria always starts, but whenever you think about holding her hand first or initiating a simple kiss, you get...scared.

not scared that she'll reject because you know she'll never do that, but scared that you'll do it wrong. scared that you'll hurt her. and it sucks. you don't want maria to think you don't love her. you'd never want that.

which leads to...

"hey y/n? can i ask you something?" you hum as you look up at your friend. you had been catching up at a nearby café.

"sure why not," you chuckle a little as you place your fork down on your plate, giving your full attention.

"well, i was just wondering...you are and maria are dating right?" they look a little confused, which causes you to let out a few more laughs.

"yeah we are. why is this suddenly coming up?" you brush your hair back slightly amused as to why this is a question. they already knew didn't they? all your friends know.

"i mean...i never really see you guys kissing or anything. i don't think i've ever seen you guys hold hands actually," their brow furrows and your amusement dies down.

your look gains a rushed apology and a quick change of topic, but your mind stays on that.

it's been a few hours since you and your friends conversation as you lay back on yours and maria's bed. the skirt you picked out slightly rumpled while your pony tail has been out of its hair tie since maybe about thirty minutes after you lied down.

"wow, you look comfy," you hear maria giggle lightly as she walks in, setting shopping bags down.

you look over as a small smile takes the place of your earlier frown. maria is busy looking over some of the bags when a thought you had comes rushing back to the forefront of your mind. i should be the one to kiss her.

you quickly get up, surprising maria as you place your hands on her shoulders, moving her to face you. you swallow the last of your nerves and quickly (but hopefully gentle enough) place your lips on hers.

you hear a sharp intake of breath before her hands come up to rest on your waist, fingers lightly twitching. your kiss is quickly reciprocated, maria overtaking the control. but you don't mind.

because you're not scared anymore.

#nijisanji en x fem reader #maria marionette x fem reader

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ijemmaokafor · 6 months

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Winter is Coming (with @fleetsummers)

Fleet and Jemma organize the pantry, indulge in some gossiping, and philosophize on matters of the heart.

Fleet: -bounds in from outside, pink-cheeked and bright-eyed- Jemma! Sorry, sorry, I think I'm a little late, I got in a tiny bit of a leaf heap situation with Luna. -laughs, brushing stray leaves off his coat and then strips off his gloves and scarf- It's still kind of weird whenever something normal happens. Like running through raked-up leaves with a dog.

Jemma: Don’t you ever apologize for a bit of frolicking. Besides, it gave me time to get uuuuus -she retrieves the item from her bag with a flourish- a new scale! It’s got a tare button and everything!

Fleet: -his eyes light up and he claps, clasping his hands as he looks at the scale with hearteyes- No! OH my gosh, that's gonna save us so much time. And math. I'm good at math, don't get me wrong, but I'm also lazy.

Jemma: I don’t know it’s max capacity, so we should probably save it for the small stuff, but I’ve asked the raiders to look for one of those hanging scales, like in grocery stores? But bigger, if possible. Gonna need to raid a butcher shop soon now that we’ve got a real livestock operation.

Fleet: Stop, stop, you're making me wanna make a shopping list. Do we ... can we do that? For the raiders? Or is that frowned upon?

Jemma: DO IT. They won’t be able to get all of it, or something might have to wait. It’s kinda up to the head guy to prioritize things, and he does right by the town so we trust him to make those calls. But I’ve got an in with him that I’m not averse to exploiting.

Fleet: -pauses in pawing at the scale, a little taken aback- Really? We're talking about Isaac here, right? The one who bit my dad?

Jemma: -tempering her excitement- Yes. Not his finest moment. Is he alright? Your dad?

Fleet: -is quiet for a moment- The thing is, Jemma ... I kind of understand why Isaac got mad. I don't think Daddy's exactly the sort of man that you'd want going after a woman you care about. It's just Ike didn't have to hurt him like that, so savagely.

Jemma: I don’t think anyone would disagree with you there. Probably not even Ike, if he were able to be objective about it. Ike on his own has a lot of demons. Add his complicated history with Mayra to the mix and…well it’s no excuse. He usually has raiding as an outlet. He hasn’t had that outlet in a long while. Your dad just said that wrong thing at the right time.

Fleet: I know my dad's far from a saint. Even Uncle Sol didn't want to go see if he was okay after he got hurt. -toys with his scarf, thinking about it- I mean he did go, after I poked him a little, and that's probably not great of me because they have their own history together and I'm sure Uncle Sol has valid reasons for being estranged, but ... look at where we are now! Look what we've survived! I want them to move past it all!

Jemma: -she smiled, a little sadly- Maybe they will, some day. And hey, if Sol went and saw him ‘cause of you, that’s a hell of a testament to how much he cares about you.

Fleet: -frowning slightly, looking down as he folds his scarf up- It's probably hard for other people to understand why I'm so protective of Daddy since it's almost like he...enjoys riling everyone up. But I think it's just a show, y'know? Deep down I think he wants to belong, it's just being rejected outright if he shows how needy he is would mess him up worse than existing as some kind of pariah. I dunno. Maybe that doesn't make sense.

Jemma: It makes a lot of sense. You been told before that you have high emotional intelligence?

Fleet: No! I've been told before that I'm high maintenance, does that count? -laughs, shoving his scarf and gloves aside- I come from a big family so I'm used to all the work, y'know, all the compromises and stuff to get along. Did you? Come from a big family? Or is it working with the public that makes you so diplomatic?

Jemma: -pulling out her notebook and pen- Working in local government is what did it. I was an only child, and I was lucky to have a really level-headed family. Not calm, exactly, but…gracious. Gave each other a lot of grace, immediate forgiveness, that kinda thing. Didn’t have a lot of need for mediating, y’know? Did you like the big family thing?

Fleet: -pushes up his sleeves, taking out his own notebook and pencil as they're getting down to business, as well as one of their prized calculators- I loved it. So many cousins, and then family friends on top of that who were basically cousins, and aunties, and uncles, and everything. It was messy but I always had an audience and a shoulder to cry on. -sucks on the tip of his pencil, looking at Jemma thoughtfully- It shows. The graciousness. I don't mean this in a dismissive way but you seem sorta ... unburdened.

Jemma: I always wanted siblings. I had tons of friends all through school, so I was never without company, but I was SO jealous of my friends with brothers and sisters. -reflects for a moment- I try to let go of as much as I can. Make room for carrying the good stuff with me. Easier said than done sometimes.

Fleet: I'm nosy. You might have noticed by now. But! -tosses his head a little- You are, as we just discussed, a very gracious person so I'm taking full advantage of that. -smiles, reaching over to hold her hand for a moment- Plus if we're gonna be doing a job as persnickety as this one together, I think we should feel comfortable with questioning each other! I get extremely shirty about how to categorize certain things and I fight with claws.

Jemma: Oh, I love a workshop mentality, by all means, reconfigure our systems if you’ve got ideas for improvement. But you don’t have to bring out the claws, I rarely put up enough of a fuss to warrant them.

Fleet: Really? Okay, good, I'll take you at your word on that. -heads towards one of their shelves- I thought I might be stepping on people's toes doing things my way but honestly, every here's very agreeable. Except Zack. But I think I found my own way around him.

Jemma: -raises her eyebrows as she starts making a chart- Oh, do tell. He’s one of the tougher nuts to crack around here.

Fleet: -in between reporting back on their stocks for her chart- We got off to a rocky start, that's for sure - I didn't think I'd get bullied for being queer the minute I got to town! -he snickers at the ridiculousness of it, clearly unbothered- I think Zack isn't used to people not being afraid of him, but understanding what he's capable of. He doesn't scare me but I know what he could do if he's pushed. It's a delicate balance. Gotta get a boy too puzzled by you to keep on trying to threaten you.

Jemma: -she hums in laughter to herself- Well then, maybe we’ll just make you the town Zack-whisperer. Between you and that ex-wife of his, it sounds like he’s in good hands. Nobody else has given you trouble, though?

Fleet: Nooooooo, I'm a ray of sunshine, nobody has any beef with me. Maybe they will with his House of Usher ex, but that's none of my business. -trots over to Jemma- Level with me. Has anybody in town ever given you trouble?

Jemma: Nothing serious. Council meetings have involved spats sometimes. I’m a big proponent of getting rid of the precinct protocol, so that causes occasional head-butting. Your dad flirted with me a little more than I cared for, but it seemed harmless. The only person I ever had genuine trouble with got booted from town ages ago, for unrelated reasons. So nobody these days!

Fleet: -hangs on her word, eager for the gossip- Who is it who likes the precinct protocol? Ermano and Isaac? Dr. Brandon doesn't seem the type. My dad flirting with you - that I believe. I hope he hasn't tried anything since then. He seems a little ... -shifts, measuring this out- ...fixated on Mayra. Has nicknames for her, got this healing salve from her....

Jemma: I think it’s mostly that they’re just comfortable with it. No one is opposed to another option, it’d just take a lot of work and it’s taking a while to convince them to make it a priority. -she winces a little at the mention of Mayra- That seems like potential trouble. Not to meddle or anything, but she’s awfully vulnerable right now. And no disrespect to your dad, but Cole seems just the type to foster all her bad habits

Fleet: -pushes in a little closer to Jemma- That's what I'm worried about. I don't know if she's overly trusting, or if she thinks my dad's attractive, or she thinks she's just being nice and helping him out, but it's ... it could be trouble. Maybe I should talk to her. Maybe it would have more of an impact coming from me, because I'm his son and I love him.

Jemma: My guess is equal parts trying to be helpful and lowkey attracted to him. But if you talk to her, maybe be gentle about it? She’s not one to be told what to do.

Fleet: -breathes out, gratefully- Thank you. That's the best possible advice. This isn't something I wanted to really have to try and find somebody to talk to about, who wouldn't act like Daddy's already committed a crime right off the bat.

Jemma: -she shrugs- I’m a woman dating a guy with a propensity to rub people wrong. I’m all about benefits of the doubt.

Fleet: Yeah. What's, uh ... what's that about, anyhow? -holds up his hands for a minute- Not trying to be confrontational, believe me, considering the Zack of it all. But I think mine's a little more to do with vanity. I'm horribly full of myself.

Jemma: I love the guy. Our first interaction was kind of insanely vulnerable. He’s shown me his soft underbelly and…and I love him. Can’t help it. Wouldn’t want to if I could.

Fleet: -chews this over for a few moments- I've never felt that way with a lover, insanely vulnerable. Physically sometimes but that was the point. Never emotionally. I always went for older men who were emotionally unavailable because then I didn't have to worry about their feelings. -grimaces, thumbing his nose- Kind of obvious that I have daddy issues, that's unavoidable, but at least I figured that out early.

Jemma: Sometimes that makes all the difference--just knowing what your issues are gonna be. The emotional stuff is my favorite part, truth be told. Even when that means heartbreak, I just can't pass it up.

Fleet: You're braver than I am, Miss Okafor. -shakes his head, going back to the shelf- Maybe someday it'll seem worth the risk to me. But not now. Right now my heart stays in its shellac.

Jemma: Nothing wrong with that. But all that talk you were doing about reconciling and making the most of the end of the world? Seems like that heart of yours is already eager to be put to use.

Fleet: -pauses, then turns to look at her- Okay, you are reaaaaaally good at this. Anybody ever tell you you have astronomical emotional intelligence?

Jemma: -full-on belly-laughing- Yeeeaaahh, it was a self-selling point on my resumes back in the day. Believe me, I can verge into preachiness with it, I've had more than one friend remind me they wanted a vent session, not a therapy session. But it comes in SUPER handy nowadays.

Fleet: -laughing too, distracted from what he's doing- PLEASE tell me you used it as a humblebrag! I love a good unrepentant humblebrag. But seriously, though - this really is the time for it. Have you found that? Like, your most exaggerated traits seem almost mild now because everything else is so amped up? It makes me wonder just how OTT some of the people in town were normally!

Jemma: -nodding aggressively, then patting his arm- Y'know actually, my favorite thing to look for in people was how into the whole rat race they were before everything went down. Like sure, life has gotten objectively way harder and worse, in a lot of ways. I don't blame anybody that misses the things that used to bring them comfort. But in some folks, you can almost watch them, in real-time, totally come to life in this new reality. There's a guy named Doug who used to run a hedge fund, dude was almost a billionaire, but it turns out his great peace and passion is water filtration. The guy's obsessed with charcoal and experimenting with ash. He never would have known!

Fleet: -repeats, solemnly- He ever would've known. I'm kinda looking forward to discovering what I never would've known about myself. I'm starting off small, I guess - branching out the kind of guys I'm into. I wouldn't have done more than glance at Clint before, since he's undeniably cute, but now I'm going on an honest-to-god date with him.

Jemma: Clint!? Quiet bayou Clint? Oh, now he must've taken a shine to you to come out of his shell like that. Good for him. Good for you! -sighing with a smile- This is all a shit show in so many ways. It's easy to forget that here behind the walls, with all the safety. And it's not a smart to forget it. But, it's also kind of a gigantic gift.

Fleet: Maybe that's my thing. Sniffing out diamonds in the rough, at least when it comes to paramours. -giggles a little, considering that word that had puzzled his uncle- It's probably bad that now that I'm here I've completely switched off the part of my brain that thinks about that kind of survival skills, for past the walls. -makes a determined face- I'll give myself till the end of the year to purposely not think about it and then I'll go back to being more mindful.

Jemma: It’s not bad, honey, you’re still very new to the whole concept of safety we’ve got here. Enjoy it while you can, there’s always a reality check around the corner.

#with: Fleet #fleet001

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nobully · 1 year

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16 or 17 for the kiss meme... 👀

KISSING MEME | 16. a kiss to gain control and 17. a kiss to give up control.

In hindsight, she gets him with the lamest pretext ever.

"But what do you taste like?" Nicolette half-asks, half-whines one evening at his condo. It's not a special day by any means—not even Game Night with Zhilan, just an ordinary weekday in an unordinary town with Wang Yi testing a recipe for sweets because he now knows two guys obsessed with them in the city.

Wang Yi stops licking his spoon to look at her blankly. ' The hell you talking about. '

"Our kiss, Yiyi!"

Wang Yi's face flushes as red as the raspberries as he fumbles setting his spoon aside. ' Why are you thinking of that now?! '

"Who told you to stick out your tongue just to taste-test some cream?"

' What, am I supposed to stick the whole spoon down my throat or something?! '

After a few rounds of retorts treading well-worn paths, Wang Yi decisively cuts them off. ' This is a stupid argument. '

"My points still stands," Nicolette insists.

' What do you mean your point still stands, you bit my lip the first time, ' Wang Yi sputters back. ' You've tried my blood, I've tried yours; we're even. '

"The first time we did it," Nicolette corrects him, "it was after you drank my wine. Plus my abilities deal with blood all the time. That's no different from—from me tasting myself!"

As Wang Yi tries to work through that (slightly faulty) logic, Nicolette takes the initiative and pushes him where it'll hurt.

"...I just don't think it's very fair," she murmurs in a softer voice. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him freeze minutely and has to suppress a laugh, keeping up the pitiful air. "You got what you wanted but I've just been told to play along, both times..."

' Wait but, ' Wang Yi's flagging rationality chooses to wake up at this moment. ' You offered the last time and, and returned it, the kiss I mean— '

"That's because I'm a person, Yiyi, not some fancy free-to-drink fountain? Besides, it would've just been awkward if I didn't kiss back. Think about the chemistry of these things and how they work! Physically!"

' I guess you would know... ' Wang Yi trails off and while that sounds like an insult, this time Nicolette knows he doesn't mean it that way, he's just deferring to her superior experience in making out. Not like she'd take offense now, when she was so close to getting what she wanted.

Hiding another laugh, she prods him with her elbow. "So? Are you going to pay me back?"

He almost yelps. ' Now? '

"Well, no one's home, right?" God that sounded like lines out of some teenage movie. "Or if you're still shy...we could move to your room? I've already slept there a couple times, anyways."

Wang Yi hesitates and Nicolette privately thinks she's going to give up if he's still so damned stubborn, because it's hurting her pride to put so much on the line and still have him reject her without a second thought every time. Actually, maybe she should retract her offer first, since that'd be at least slightly less humiliating than hearing him say no.

With a huff, she turns away from him on her chair. "Fine then, if you want to be selfish—"

' No, uh— ' A hand grabs her sleeve at the same time Wang Yi speaks. ' I was just...let me clean up this stuff on the counter first, okay? I don't want to leave a mess for my roommates. '

That's better! Nicolette instantly brightens and turns to him with a smile. "Oh, let me help."

***

When they're finally sitting on his bed (in his room, with the door locked and windows drawn because apparently Wang Yi's paranoia goes harder when he's stressed), Nicolette almost regrets not kissing him right then and there in the kitchen because he's so freaking nervous.

' So, uh, ' Wang Yi's fidgeting, so much that when his knees accidentally brushes against Nicolette's beside him he almost jumps. ' Should we do this on the count of three or...? '

"Yiyi, we're not running a marathon."

' I know, but like, how else do we know when to start? '

Nicolette just stares at him. They hadn't had this problem the last two times, but in retrospect there were other things going on at the same time. In the first he'd been dead drunk, and in the second she'd been bleeding out. Now with nothing but a kiss between them, Wang Yi's mind is working overdrive to fill in all the empty space.

It annoys her more than it should because—hey, there's a pretty girl sitting right next to you, isn't that enough? If he'd just focus on her instead of his, she doesn't know, performance anxiety or whatever she's sure things will be fine! He's a natural, after all!

"Wang Yi," she lowers her voice, only half-joking. "Have you ever kissed a girl? You know, besides me."

He doesn't even need to think before shaking his head. ' Uhh, no? You're my first. Is that bad or something... '

She has to quell the smug feeling of satisfaction even as she demands, "Why would that be bad?!"

' Because I don't have experience? '

"Oh, believe me," Nicolette narrows her eyes with a giggle that's positively girlish, "You have ways to make up for it."

' Glad one of us is confident, I guess... '

"Why don't you," Nicolette tries, "just leave it to me?"

' Like how? You say people aren't fountains— '

"Stop thinking so damned much!" she cuts him off. "Look, it's easy. I'll start us off and you just...relax and react, okay? Just learn what feels good and...go with that, it's fine."

' Those were the vaguest fucking directions I ever heard. '

Oh, but fucking's a whole different rodeo, she thinks privately before snapping at him. "I told you to stop thinking! In fact, start right now and close your eyes!"

In the end, orders seem to work best. Wang Yi shuts his eyes and simply sits there, waiting for her next move. He's oddly blank this way, and Nicolette finds herself missing the dozen or so things he tries to hide behind those bright green irises even though his creased eyebrows reveal his nerves. She raises a hand to casually brush his cheek; he trembles slightly but doesn't open his eyes.

' What is it? ' His question comes out as a hiss.

"Nothing, just checking that you're still awake."

' What the h—mhnn! '

She catches his open lips on "hell" and smiles around them as she urges, "Remember, don't think."

' Nngh...okay... '

Wang Yi's remarkably pliant when he doesn't fight back. Even though his muscles are still tense and his fingers curled like death around the sheets, he keeps his lips relaxed as he's been told, accepting everything that Nicolette gives him. It's as if he's suddenly stripped away his walls to leave the vulnerable center exposed, leaving her exulting in her private triumph. She's not sure if this counts as trust, but it certainly tastes just as sweet.

"Kiss me back—you can, mmnh, be rougher, ah," she murmurs as she languidly sucks on his lips, a slow teasing motion that stimulates them both.

He obeys—working partially on memory as he deepens their connection—and she almost wants to laugh, with how earnestly he tries, how easy this is.

Since when had anything been easy when it came to Wang Yi?

He tastes like candy today, she thinks, and it's probably the fruit cream to blame, but that adds another layer of unreality to this whole thing. Sugar and spice and everything nice—it's pleasant, but it feels like a dream—or maybe this is Wang Yi too, except the part she doesn't get to see? She glimpses it often enough, when he's talking to Lanlan or Sun or anyone similarly gentle, but it's never been her turn until now.

The slightest trace of bitterness creeps into her thoughts before she hears a whimper—she looks down and realizes she's overpowering him, pushing Wang Yi so far backwards that he's almost falling on the bed. He doesn't though, bracing himself against the bed frame as he bears her assault, though the involuntary cry is enough to show that he's close to giving out.

She breaks contact then, leaving his mouth open and confused and wanting, before grabbing him by the shirt and throwing him against the mattress. His eyes fly open in surprise but she covers them with one hand as she leans in to take in the sound of him panting for breath.

' N-Nicolette, I— ' He stutters and she can feel his eyes darting back and forth beneath her palm, the lashes brushing against her skin like the wings of a trapped butterfly.

"Shh... I told you to relax," she coaxes him and waits until his eyelashes stop tickling her to dive in again, because she hungers and thirsts and it's so, so rare to find Wang Yi in a moment where he actually lets her take.

As promised, she guides him the entire way, until he's lost enough to sink, to fall, and to take back control. She lets him flip their positions so that he's on top and revels in all the sensations: tongue upon tongue, fingers against skin, even the sound of their breathless gasps mixing with rustling sheets and quiet moans in some sort of New Age symphony.

At some point his hand finds the spot on her waist where she was wounded last time and gives it a squeeze—in fondness or memory, she doesn't know. Her hands aren't idle either—she's never been shy when it's time to indulge—slipping beneath his shirt with soft caresses that turns the pace of Wang Yi's kisses almost desperate at times.

They might've kept going—they could've, if it wasn't for the sound of the oven timer going off. He stops in the middle of sucking the skin along her neck, eyes still hazy with arousal, and mutters in confusion, ' The fruit tarts are done. '

The next second he looks down—realizes Nicolette's shirt's pushed halfway up her torso and his hand’s fondling somewhere it shouldn't be—and sputters out, ' Weren't we supposed to be just kissing? '

His eyes dart to her face accusingly but Nicolette just smiles like the cat with the cream and licks her lips, pink tongue teasing him with the tiniest glimpse. "Congratulations, Yiyi. You graduated with honors."

#nicawlette #drabbles;#blood tw #suggestive cw #the hardest part about this was choosing which number #but then i realize it's a matter of perspective because if 16 is true for one of them 17 is for the other! so it's like both kinda?!#*activates Big Brain*#wang yi: IQ+ and EQ-#me: IQ EQ who i just throw two QTs in the fire and watch my sugar burn #this is technically a kiss meme so...i had to stop it at some point but LOLOL #'doesn't he kiss eiden tho' Yes but also No he's mean to that guy 24/7 and still fails #answered;#wangyico #ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ ❥ serpent beneath the flowers // death on the bud of a rose

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justrandomselfships · 2 years

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“Who can I talk to?”- Sylvain x Heather short story.

This story contains spoilers for Fire emblem three houses!

He still remembers it just like it was yesterday, while in reality it was 5 years ago. The Garreg Mach Ball, the day where he had his heart skip a beat. He didn’t think much about this day but once he saw Heather again the memory came back and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. How they laughed and how beautiful she looked while dancing... He never doubted that he loves her- but he loved her like a friend does. Right now, he's certain the kind of feelings he has may be different from what he first felt about her.

He was happy about it, but he had nobody to share his happiness with. His options were limited from the start... So he had no choice but to bottle it up.

Of course he was great at pretending, so nobody was any wiser. Once he was alone though he let his guard down.

It was late, Sylvain stood on the bridge near the cathedral looking in the distance, he thought about Heather again. Letting out a sigh he just realized he wasn't exactly alone...

“Sylvain?” said a gentle voice, one that he recognized well.

“Hello there Mercedes, what a beauty like you is doing here at this hour?" he smiled at her and she giggled.

"I just had a sudden urge to pray. Or maybe I was looking for a ghost. Who knows?" she said it in dramatic tone.

"Beautiful and mysterious, you got yourself quite a package"

"Enough about me, what are you doing here? Why were you sighing just now? Did something happen?"

"I was only thinking back about good old times, mainly about the ball if I'm gonna be honest"

"It was really fun indeed"

"It sure was..." although the memory is a happy one, he suddenly stated feeling bitter about it.

His change of expression didn't go unnoticed as the lady before him asked "There is something more to it, isn't it?"

"I'm just having some mixed feelings, that's all" he tried to brush it off.

"Well, I'm willing to listen no matter what they are. Especially right now I don't think it'd do us any good to forget we have lives outside the battlefield" she told him, although her tone was sweet he knew how serious she was.

He was quiet for a moment as he felt a little embarrassed... It was weird since he never held back with that kind of stuff but with her everything was different. He eventually spoke up "It's about Heather..."

Mercedes smiled "I'm listening" she looked at him and was quite surprised to see him blush like that. She could guess at that moment what he was about to say.

"I think I love her" he chuckled "But I can't really talk about it" although he was smiling his expression was more of a defeated one.

"If you're afraid of getting rejected-" she couldn't finish her sentence before she got cut off "I'm actually afraid that I won't" as he said it he saw the confusion on Mercie's face so he continued "Heather isn't the type to say 'no' no matter how much she doesn't want to be with someone... Instead she just tries to drive them away... But that's not about that anyways"

"Oh now I understand... You're afraid she will accept your feelings just to ultimately make you regret loving her?" she was surprised as to how brutal it was, she never suspected that Heather was capable of such things... But then again there could be a reason why she does that.

"Like I said this isn't about that. That's entirely different problem for future Sylvain to solve if it comes to this" he half-joked "I'll tell her how I feel after we won't be have to worry about the war- I already decided on that... But it's exhausting to pretend all day that everything I say to her is a joke"

"Then, you can always come to see me" she said sounding as supportive as possible "If you'll ever need to say or even scream about your feelings towards her, I'll lend you my ears. I'm actually quite curious about what your true thoughts are like" she giggled.

"I'll just feel stupid if all we'll talk about is me, so if you have anything you'd like to get off your mind- just say the word"

"It's a deal then" Mercedes clapped her hands together "But it's getting quite late. We'll talk more next time. Goodnight Sylvain"

"I can walk you back to your room if you'd like" he reached his hand out and she gladly took it "Alright, then I suppose our conversation doesn't need to end now"

Sylvain felt happy that he finally had someone to talk to... Their conversation as he escorted her to her room was short, but he had more conversations to look forward to.

#💫 Escape from reality 🌙#Self Insert #Selfship #self shipping #self ship #self insert community #self insert x canon #self shipping community #my self ship #my self insert #Romantic F/O #s/i #oc x cc #oc x cannon #s/i x cannon

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thoserosesgrowonmymoon · 14 days

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one day,

So, I have watched the series version twice, and now for the third time. And I have rewatched some episodes even more.

I think the film series is way better than the book.

They were always the best duo. Like, intimate friends. The kind of friends who would talk with each other for hours without getting bored, those who can easily catch up at stages of life.

But then there are times when things do not go well in their relationship, black days when they grow apart from each other.

15.07.1988 - Take me back to the night we met,

"You should have said hello.

When?

When you...saw me around."

Then, there were kisses. The subtle smiles when they were kissing, and the way Emma stopped the kisses randomly to do stuff, turning music on, asking for Dexter's future future, and brushing her teeth.

That's unique.

And adorable the way he kept repeating her unique pronunciation, while she was trying to hide her true feelings of insecurities by a little bit of sarcasm and rudeness.

"I mean, what's he doing here? I mean, he slept with most of our year, most of the year below. Has he just, worked his way down the list and got to me?"

"You know what is sexier than talking?"

But I love how they spent a drunk night just talking. Random conversations about the sound of blackbirds at dawn, and who they would become when they 40.

"I love that sound.

Do you?

Blackbirds at dawn. Yeah. You not?

I hate it. Makes me anxious. Like I've done something I'll regret.

That's why I love it."

At 22. She was the graduate girl who want to make a difference. Not change the world exactly, just the bit around her.

At 22. Dexter was reckless about his future, not actually planning or deciding anything. Regretting sounded strange to him at that stage of life, as he was so sure he was young, privileged, and always had a lot of time.

They are the human illustration of ying-yang, the symbol he painted into his ankle when he 24.

At that first night, maybe because of alcohols and the "graduating from college" effects, to actually become something more mature. But Dexter was kind of attracted by Emma. Although at times he thought of escaping the room without her knowing, thinking that the presence of him like that night in her rented room should not happened ever again, and even reluctant to be seen with her.

But after all, Dexter Mayhew did stay, and he did ask Emma for phone number and invited her to his house on Christmas Day.

I love the way he slowly fell for her, although it might be late, because love would always be love with no adjectives.

That night they lied next to each other and fell asleep, a start for nights after that. It was nostalgic.

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20 years,

At 40. Emma was a writer of popular children's books, had a decent income from her dream work and stood firmly on her feet.

At 40. Dexter was a divorced man, no decent job, a celebrity used to be. He felt his time had passed by, and with his aging things became less and less possible.

See how life turned out be.

"It's one of the great cosmic mysteries, how it is that someone can go from being a total stranger to being the most important person in your life."

Emma Morley had spent her entire life falling head over heels for her Dexter, madly in love kind of thing, at the point which she used to wrote poetry and stuff. And I know, apparently, from both the book and the series, that Emma would always go back to Dexter.

Perhaps that's why he took her for granted all the time, because he was so sure Emma would always be there, just like his 22-year-old thinking that he had never done things he would be regretting of.

He loves the idea of Emma and Dexter, Dexter and Emma. But it was just his so random thought, because he had done nothing about that, claiming that he fancied almost everyone.

He rejected and avoided his feelings for her, his intense eyes on her. Admitting was something so terrible.

To false her into believing that she was just one of those girls, a footnote of his life.

While to be honest, she had become his spiritual support, a part of his life he cannot live without.

The letter was never sent, somewhere in the house of another stranger. It was random, unspoken things that would mean a lot. He was never a good writer, confused of using his vocabulary sometimes, but he spent hours writing her a long, long letter.

Perhaps it was his way of love.

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"The trick of it, she told herself, is to be courageous and bold and make a difference. Not change the world exactly, just the bit around you. Go out there with your double-first, your passion and your new Smith Corona electric typewriter and work hard at...something. Change lives through art maybe. Write beautifully. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved if at all possible. Eat sensibly. Stuff like that."

I love their first night not just because of a sense of nostalgia it brings or their chemistry, but also the way that night felt so real, so young.

When you are at your 20s, everything in life seems possible.

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photos-the-wereplant · 6 months

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Really glad Tumblr is here for when I want to talk about something but don't know who to talk to and just wanna ramble without feeling like I'm typing into a notepad that'll sit in my documents for years without anyone ever seeing it.

Anyways, had a breakup. A confusing one. Things were great. We were a great match. But there were some things that I didn't quite understand when they happened (but now I do).

I guess, long story short, I was a rebound. She'd been dumped by her fiance earlier in the year and I'm betting I was the first person she seriously dated after the fact.

Things were going amazingly. We got closer and closer. We spent tons of quality time together. And then... she started getting a little distant. We still spent tons of time together and did a lot of stuff for each other though, so I assumed it was stress.

Come to find out... she'd been talking to her ex-fiance.

She only told me this when it was too late. We hadn't made anything "official," so it's not like she was "cheating." I'd expressed desires to make things official, and she'd balked a bit. I didn't push, because I thought she just needed time.

Here's the really, really confusing part.

She almost chose me instead. Apparently she'd been talking to her ex for like the last month, and it was probably a done deal. Except I thought that she was just stressed and ramped up my support and being loving. I actually ended up telling her I loved her.

The thing is... she felt massively torn. So torn that, if I'd pushed any harder to be a couple, she would've rejected the ex. Except that I was in a race I didn't know I was in.

After the fact, it's obvious that I was a rebound. Except that apparently I was so amazing that I guess I went from rebound to actual interest. So... task failed successfully?

Except I don't feel any better about it.

What hurts is that it was legitimately the best relationship I've ever had. She was just as serious as me about treating the other person right. We both listened and supported each other. I took care of her when she got covid. She brought me food when I got sick. She'd pick me up and put me on her lap, and I'd lay on her chest. I brushed her hair and massaged her shoulders. She took the time and effort to make me feel loved, despite never saying those words.

And then... it's gone. Through no fault of my own. Through no desire of hers to end it. She let someone else make the decision, and I didn't know I had a say until I didn't.

I still think about so many aspects of it fondly. But god... it's so bitter, too...

I just wanted to say "I love you," and for them to choose to love me too.

To choose me. To keep me.

To never let go.

#bitter #breakup #relationship woes #that post about people calling someone their #wet beast poor little meow meow #if you were fictional #it gives me strength

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tifffytravels · 2 years

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Hi hello, guess where I am at?

VIETNAM!

It’s been about 10 days that I’ve been here and I feel like it’s been an eternity but not in the worst way. I’m seeing this place in a different light at last and I have to say, I’m smitten. I’ve learned a little bit more about my dads side of the family and it’s quite a discovery. I’ve been welcomed into many homes and I’ve even shed a few tears listening to stories. A ten day recap seems a bit lengthy but I suppose I will try.

We landed on the night to early morning Thursday, September 1. We were picked up by my cousin and our uncle who whisked us away to her house. After much puttering around the luggages, I finally was able to settle in around 4ish in the morning and had to sleep in the hot ass living room until the two guys awoke at 6. Needless to say, I did not sleep well and the rest of the day did not bode well. I was tired, scared and frustrated to no end. They made plans to go up to Ba Ria and I had to prepare everyone’s stuff which made me go off the deep end that first day. I could not stop shaking. I never want to experience that feeling ever again. I finally got some sleep around 9pm that night but found myself waking up around 3ish and I just had to call Tina. My mind was racing and I was spiraling hard. The following morning we made our way 2 hours up to Ba Ria to my uncles temple and…wow. I could not even believe that this was how he was living. The amount of dogs that wandered around made me borderline hysterical. The restroom situation left little to be desired: a dingy toilet where two dogs constantly sat by and a “door” that consisted of a yellow rag that blew right open when a breeze presented itself. Not to mention a scoop bucket and a pail to clean yourself. I was glad that I tried cold showering for the months preceding this trip or I was going to be in a cold awakening. I was shuffled into a room that could close on both sides and me being me, I kept both doors closed to keep the dogs from coming in and peeing everywhere. I admit, I felt a bit jarred and displaced in someone’s home that I was not used to living in. I was afraid to eat what was cooked because I saw the “kitchen” and the conditions in which the food was prepared…again, little to be desired. I stomached it all with a smile (or I hope I had a perceived smile) because this is my uncles home after all. I spent my days in this hot tin box I called my room and I tried to lay awfully still. I tried to nap, I tried to read and I tried to conserve my own energy. The dog smell was overpowering. I was slowly losing my mind, I wanted to cry but I was too afraid of dehydration and I hadn’t had water in two days. I finally begged my cousin to take me to the supermarket nearby so I could grab some bottled water much to my uncles chagrin. He felt offended that I would reject his rain caught filtered water. Why would I do such a thing, he must have thought. I was constantly toeing this line of respect and disrespect. My other female cousin had disabilities and it was tough keeping her at bay and trying to manage my own comfort. I really did not think I could last and I was literally trying to survive to the next minute. I would count down and rinse and repeat. I thought if I could make it till nighttime when I could take a cold refreshing shower then all would be well. When we snuck out to the stores, I would stow my toothbrush with me to use the restrooms to brush and clean up. I complained to my cousins that the dogs were much and lo and behold, a beacon of saving savior light came in the form of my cousin, Phuoc. He managed to make his way up to Ba Ria to “visit” but really meant to take me away to a cleaner place. I almost burst into tears. A bit dramatic but this is how it went down. He came in to visit and I was in my room puttering about, I had no idea how to approach this. As he was leaving to go to the front for fresh air, I grabbed his arm and we both ran to the front. I asked him to take me away, please. He, too, could not stand the smell. He understood. This was September 4th. I rode on the back of a motorbike two hours away to make it back to Lai Thieu, my dad’s hometown and where his 11th brother resides. Dad wanted to stay in Ba Ria with his brother and I had no choice but to leave him there. It sucked.

To be continued.

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quality-street-rat · 2 years

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Not mad. Just hurt. But in case it comes off as me being mean, kin memories under the cut.

Armin was straight. Just remembered. I mean before I remembered that I’d only kissed him once and wondering why it was only once, but now I know! He was genuinely a heterosexual! I think. We never discussed it.

We had made it to the ocean. Later in the day, once camp had been set up and everyone was busy, I saw Armin slip off by himself towards the water. I followed him. I found him standing in the ocean staring off into the distance. The moon was weirdly bright that night, I remember because his hair looked like silver in the light. I took off my boots and stepped into the wave just cresting over his feet next to him. He looked at me, and he said

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

His hair was falling in his face. So I reached out to brush it out of the way so I could see him better. He looked up at me with those big blue doe eyes, and I couldn’t help but cradle his face in my hands and kiss him.

He froze for a split second. Then he shoved me back by my shoulders so hard that I nearly fell. I looked at him, and I saw several things on his face. Fear, revulsion, confusion, anger.

“Eren, I’m not...like that,” he said. His voice was full of something ugly and hurtful. Disdain, maybe. “I’m not like you.”

Then he. He turned around and walked away. His shoulders were hunched and he walked like he was trying to escape. He looked back once, and, well, I don’t know. It’s probably wishful thinking, but I thought I might have seen some regret in that look back. We never talked about it.

I didn’t go back to the camp for a long time. Hange was more observant than one might give them credit for, and they could kind of tell I’d been crying. And because Armin came back before me, they guessed he’d had something to do with it. Hange took first watch that night. I didn’t really move move. I’d just been staring at the fire since I’d come back.

Hange came out to me that night, nonbinary (but we didn’t have that word). They didn’t really make me talk about it, but I did tell them that Armin...wasn’t like me. They understood.

Later, when I got bitter (not because of Armin), I took what I could from the world. Meaning, and I am so very ashamed of this, the biggest reason other than power that I had for my one-night-stand with Historia was that she looked like Armin. I could pretend easier. I got to pretend that falling in love with my best friend hadn’t been for nothing. I used her in more ways than one and it is one of the things I regret the most.

I couldn’t even be mad at Armin. It wasn’t his fault he was straight, you just can’t help that stuff. And genuinely, it had no bearing on the Rumbling or any shit like that, I wasn’t taking out my unhappiness on anyone.

But it still fucking hurt. The...the disgust I saw on my best friend’s face hurt so much more than a simple rejection would have. The fact he was angry with me for kissing him at all. That he never even talked to me about it after.

Well, kind of. He brought it up once. I was explaining things. And in front of everyone he fucking said

“Is this because of what you did that one day?”

That made me angry. I didn’t even know why.

“Not everything is about you, Armin.” I told him.

I don’t know what he told everyone after that. Everything was too far gone to ever have that conversation at that point.

I don’t know. I’m angry. I’m sad. I’m hurt. And it’s not the rejection that hurt. It was the way he did it.

#zip it matt #kin tag #|titan #eren jeager kin #fictionkin #eremin #one sided eremin #period-typical homophobia

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