#IF THEY DON'T KISS IN THE MOVIE I'M GOING TO GO BALLISTIC.

[yooloofamm]

[oh-meretseger]

part 4 - Tease

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

summary: the sexual frustration between you gets to its peak when your first kiss happens (🥹), starting a game of brutal teasing on both sides

notes: 18+! although not so much of a smut (some public touching and groping, making out hehe), mainly fluff, some cute moments before posting some disgustingly dirty smut in the next chapter lmao

word count: 4,6k

"Sasha, stop calling me pookie bear or I'm going ballistic" Jean calmly blinked in her direction after setting the empty box of pad thai down. Sasha was already on her third portion, mercilessly stuffing her face full like she's been starving for a week.

"But you're my pookie bear, what do you mean?" Sasha's jaw stopped chewing, stunned for a moment by hearing such astonishing nonsense, as she stared back at Jean. She notoriously got addicted to every single silly nickname she made up for her friends, and used it uncontrollably until she discovered a new one.

Jean let out an exhausted sigh, but still leaned back on his bed with a chuckle as he shook his head.

"And what about me?" Connie complained loudly from the other bed with a mouth full of noodles. None of the three were giving any more fucks about the movie playing on Connie's notebook in the background.

"You're my pookie pie"

"Yeah, I like pie" Connie shrugged, giving his blessing as Sasha nodded diligently.

"I know"

"Yeah, but I'm not a bear, so how does that work?" Jean huffed, holding back a smile at how Sasha's expression instantly turned outraged, just like he guessed.

"You are!" Sasha snapped at him and Jean laughed out loud. "You're a big ass hairy animal, but still cute and huggable"

"Ah right, thanks" Jean's ironic tone did not faze her in the slightest.

"I'm deeply sorry bro, but I wouldn't say you're cute, at all" Connie's eyes were back on the movie, although his attention was fully on the brilliant, highly knowledgeable conversation in the background.

"Y/N thinks you are" Sasha shrugged carelessly while ruthlessly devouring her last bites of dinner, and Jean's heart started pounding in his chest all of a sudden.

He cleared his throat to avoid choking on his own saliva, and tried to reply just as casually as Sasha spit out this small little information.

"What do you mean?" Jean couldn't believe how flustered he became by simply hearing your name. He didn't like it. The hell is his heart beating so fast for?

"She has the biggest crush on you, don't tell me you didn't notice" Sasha giggled to herself at Jean's honest, dumb expression. She found you two idiots adorable, pretending you didn't absolutely have the hots for each other.

"The hell are you on? They're at each other's throats all the fucking time" Connie turned his head at hearing such nonsensical gibberish.

"I truly feel sorry for you men sometimes" Sasha blinked at two of the most imbecile faces she's ever seen. "Are you really that slow?! Why in tarnation do you think I left you two alone?"

Jean felt heat spread through his body as images of you popped up in his memory, your warm body against his, teeth sunk into his skin...

"They fucked?!" Connie yelled out in shock and Jean couldn't help cracking up at how serious he sounded.

"Not YET" Sasha looked at Connie with a nod of true wisdom as Jean huffed in disapproval. Although deep inside, a feeling of excitement started to make him tingle.

"Shut your silly mouth, Sasha" Jean snapped at her, holding back a smile trying to climb up on his face all the way from his heart. "You've been acting a fool since you started latching onto that canteen guy"

"My brother in Christ, you're in denial" Sasha gave up. She already knew you were bound to be together anyway. "And I've always been silly, Niccolo just brings out the best in me"

"I love that guy, he makes the best risottos" Connie agreed in his own way, still pretending to watch the movie.

"He cooks me his secret special meals" she added, her eyes literally sparkling with pure bliss as she said those words, and Jean rolled his eyes. "I'm bringing him to your party, Consuelo"

"That's literally not my name" Connie stated, not even moving his eyes from the screen in front of him.

"Okay, Conrad"

"I'm texting Marco to come" Jean grabbed his phone, verbalizing his actions as both Sasha and Connie turned their head in excitement.

"Yesss, I miss Marco!"

You were rather anxious about this party. Connie's parents lived close to the campus, and the group of people Connie invited over to their house sounded fun when Sasha listed them all to you in detail. But still, there was something unnerving about a night of careless fun, coming out of your little shell and letting yourself go in front of such new people, in front of Jean.

"C'mon, we're gonna have an amazing time!" Sasha encouraged you after seeing a small anxious frown form on your face.

"I know, it's always an amazing time with you guys" you smiled, your heart pounding hard at the thought of seeing Jean at the party. "But what should I wear?"

"POOKIE, let me help you with that" Sasha jumped up from your bed and shot straight to your closet, as you watched her with an entertained grin.

You walked down the hallway on the way to your afternoon class, Friday leaving a freeing bliss in your chest as you listened to your playlist. The always busy corridor was now almost empty, everyone having left the stress of weekdays behind to finally enjoy their free time. Anxiety turned into a small glimpse of excitement in your stomach the past few days, and you couldn't wait for it to be tomorrow night.

Your headphones suddenly flying off of your head jerked you out of being in your own thoughts, and before you could even react, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a narrow passageway with an overwhelming force.

Your body crashed into a much larger frame, and a familiar sense of warmth flowed through you as Jean's smell hit your nose before you could even get a look at your kidnapper.

"Hey! Give it back!" your hand shot towards his immediately, but of course with one movement of his arm your headphones were instantly removed far from your reach, as he held it up above his head. A grin grew on his face as he looked down at you, his other hand still squeezing your wrist, and once again, you felt your cheeks get warm under his intense stare. That stupid cocky grin of his...

"D'you think I should?" Jean's voice was smooth and low, enough to make your mind go hazy. You couldn't believe how fast it all could get too much. His intoxicating scent, the warmth of his body as he towered over you, his fingers' touch on your skin, his voice and beautiful hazel eyes melting you into a puddle...

You felt weak.

"Can you stop doing that? My arm is getting all bruised up from you pulling on it" you sneered up at him, not even trying to get further away as your bodies pressed into each other. Jean's eyes slipped down to your plump lips as you mockingly smirked. "And kidnapping me"

"Kidnapping you? You could definitely not move your little hands around like that, if I were to kidnap you" Jean's raised hand inched lower and lower to slowly put your headphones around your neck as your eyes desperately pierced into his. You felt yourself melt into him, his look deliberately making you go soft and mindless, as his delicious-looking lips were so dangerously close to you...

As Jean's other hand became free, it slid down on the sleeve of your hoodie to grab your other wrist. The hard grip of his hands restraining yours was enough to make you soaking wet.

And that strangely made your confidence bounce right back.

"Why are you stalking me anyway?" you stared into his eyes with a self-assured smile slightly curving your lips.

Jean felt blood rush right to his crotch at the devilish sparkle in your eyes, almost visibly turning dark as you looked up at him. What a naughty girl.

Although weakness was palpable in the air between both of you. You both knew you would fold the moment your hips pressed into each other just a tad bit more.

Jean's hands gripping your wrists moved them behind your back with a swift motion.

"Don't think so highly of yourself, Miss Important" he smiled and you felt yourself blushing again as his arms pulled your body more into his, cuffing your hands behind you. Being controlled by Jean's big arms felt... Heavenly. "You want me to stalk you, don't you?"

"Unlike yourself, I'm not a pervert, dumbass" you let the magic word slip from between your lips, and warmth filled your chest as Jean cracked up. You felt like you could stay in his embrace forever, looking at his handsome face and beautiful smile endlessly... If your pussy didn't ache from the tension of being restrained by his tall frame. "You're lucky you have such pretty eyes, otherwise I would be kneeling on your back right now"

Your obvious joke of physically overcoming him flew right over his head as your words of praise reached his ears - and a slight tint of pink immediately dusted his cheeks. From ear to ear.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Jean" your smile grew into the widest grin as the rarest species on planet Earth, flustered Jean hesitated momentarily, looking into your eyes. "Are you-"

You stopped your own words. Instantly wanting to tease him was like a natural instinct, but in a matter of moments, your urge to deepen that adorable blush on his face became overwhelming. You wanted him to know how much your lips desired his at that very moment. You wanted to make him feel good, you wanted to feel good.

Jean felt your body rise onto tiptoes under his arms as your heels parted from the ground and in a second, your face reached his, your lips connecting in a soft kiss.

You immediately melted at feeling each other's lips, sensitive nerves making your hungry minds explode with pleasure. Jean felt all tension leave your body, and let go of one of your wrists to catch you from collapsing. You literally felt your knees give out. Jean's arm felt so strong as it snaked around your waist, you barely audibly whimpered into the kiss - and Jean felt himself grow hard at the sweet sound.

"Mmph y- your lips feel so good" you mumbled against his soft lips and Jean was seeing stars. He never imagined your honeylike voice to be able to make him crumble even more in real life, than on the phone the other day. Your body so hot against his, the touch of your lips so plump and sweet on his, your scent making him feel like he was drunk out of his mind.

Jean let out a quiet moan as your tongue danced along his lower lip, then slipped into his mouth eagerly. Immediately after you granted access, his tongue answered, sliding against yours, and you felt warmth flooding your pussy at the wet sounds you two were making. Jean's one hand gripping your wrist, the other one slowly sliding on the side of your waist, finding its way under your hoodie, making contact with the sensitive skin close to your breast...

It all felt so filthy, you were turned on beyond belief.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jean grunted quietly after your lips parted, looking into your big, pleading eyes, but you already missed their warmth, so you softly pressed your lips back to his.

“What?” you whispered against him, your eyelids low from the heavenly feeling, and you felt Jean’s lips curve into a smile.

“You make me want to rip this off of you, right here, right now” Jean pulled on the sleeve of your hoodie, then with that same motion he grabbed your hand, removing it from its comfortable place on the side of his neck. You quietly whimpered as you felt one of his large hands gripping both of your wrists behind your back, his now free hand starting to slowly roam over your clothes. “You seem like the type of bad girl that likes the danger of getting caught”

“And you seem like the type to talk big, but do nothing” you knew exactly how bratty you sounded trying to tease Jean, but you also knew he had complete control over you. Your words were snarky, but your eyes blinked up at him with desperation, cheeks flushed with arousal.

Jean let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re right” he smiled, but a sinful light flashed in his hazel eyes. Oh, you’re in for it. His free hand skimmed down to the brim of your hoodie, lifting it to expose the jeans tight on your butt. You unintentionally let out a sigh as his fingers gripped into the fabric and he started groping your ass without any shame. “I wouldn’t have the balls to touch you like that”

You felt wetness soaking through your panties at his firm touch, his breath hot on your ear as he looked at his own hand’s movements over your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t dare to pull these down” the groping stopped as a long finger creeped under the waist of your jeans, sending chills up your spine as he lightly dragged his fingertip along your skin. “What would we do if someone caught you with pants around your knees, moaning like a whore?”

“Jean” you quietly whined his name, losing your mind as his palm slid up your waist, over that stupid hoodie preventing his skin from touching yours.

“Getting desperate, are we?” he spoke softly, his hand stopping right at the underwire of your bra. Jean’s fingers moved carefully around the curve of your clothed tits, earning another whimper from you as you felt your pussy clench around nothing. “How outrageous would it be to grope your naked tits…”

You wanted him to grab them, feel the soft tissue with his hand, but Jean’s thumb just gently brushed over your nipple getting hard under the multiple layers of clothes.

“Or to take them into my mouth… Suck on them” Jean felt like all the blood in his body rushed to his groin as he pressed his thumb into the plush of your breast. Feeling you against himself, watching your eyes close in pleasure and your pretty swollen lips form an O made it extremely painful to hold his composure. Your flushed cheeks made him want to press you against the wall and do exactly what he just described. “A coward like me wouldn’t wanna get caught licking you, fingers buried in your wet little hole”

Jean felt his hard cock twitch in his pants as you pressed your hips even harder into him, desperate to feel his growing erection. His hand slid onto your delicate neck, fingers gently pushing into the sides.

“Holy-“ you mumbled, your head falling back as Jean leaned closer, his scruff scratching the sensitive skin as he earned access to your neck. His lips grazed over your skin, sending tingles down your body, and he deeply inhaled your sweet scent...

Then everything got cruelly ripped away from you in a matter of seconds.

“See ya tomorrow, smartass” you heard Jean’s voice and your eyes shot open, only to be met with his self-assured, cocky grin. He let go of your wrists and your neck, hands sliding into the pockets of his denim jacket while he stepped back, depriving you of the blissful heat of his body.

Jean felt so satisfied, so pleased with himself. You stood there for a moment, left utterly confused, your big eyes still eager, blinking towards him, swollen lips parted as if you wanted to say something, but the feeling of surprise made you catch your breath. You were so adorable, he had to hold back a chuckle.

He liked how confident sexual tension seemed to make you, but he just couldn’t help himself teasing you, making you go weak under his control.

“Je-“ a fragile little sound tried to break through the shock gripping your throat, but Jean’s reply cut you off as he turned his back to you, simply walking away.

“Tomorrow!”

You just stood there, astounded, your heart still racing, warmth filling your cheeks and panties damp from your wetness. Jean’s grip still burned the skin on your wrists and neck like a phantom. Your mind was so confused, you couldn’t even be mad at the man arrongantly strolling away from you like this was the most entertaining walk of his life.

And you completely forgot about the afternoon class you were originally headed to.

Frustration quickly turned into confidence as you stood in front of the mirror in your dorm after your little ice cream date with Sasha, getting ready for the party. It was a rare occasion, so you let your hair down, to Sasha’s biggest delight.

"You look sooo good, dear lord!" she exclaimed with an enthusiastic smile, encouraging you to do a little spin and she howled like a wolf.

"C'mon, it's not that special" you laughed at her excessive reaction. "But you do look breathtaking in that dress, emerald suits you"

"You think so?" Sasha looked down at herself, hands soothing the thin fabric. It was quite short, sleeves off the shoulders, showing off her delicate, pale skin. She truly looked beautiful.

"Niccolo's gonna pee his pants seeing you" you nodded and Sasha cracked up.

"He better pee his pants" she slipped her arms into her bolero. "And Jean better jizz his pants, to be honest"

"Sasha!" you chuckled as you shook your head, trying to shake off the thought of Jean orgasming, in any way, before your blushing could give any awkward feelings away. Sasha jumped to you and leaned over to pull your dress in all the right places to make it look even better. It was black and tight, its length ending right above your knees, but a longer slit letting one of your thighs be seen.

"What? You're a goddess, you better start believing that" Sasha threw her oversized leather jacket on your shoulders. "C'mon, grab your phone, let's go"

Connie's parents must be delighted to let a bunch of kids trash their house, you thought, as Sasha closed the door of your Uber and caught up to you waiting on the pavement. It seemed like a nice and quiet neighborhood, now muffled thuds breaking the silence of the street as you heard the bass of the music coming from inside.

"Bruh, Cornelius told me he invited twenty people at max" Sasha noted as you walked past a few unfamiliar faces sitting on the stairs of the front porch, drinking and cackling loudly. She swung the front door open like she owned the place, and the brutal noise hit you in your chest.

"Who the hell is Cornelius?" you asked with an amused laugh, but Sasha couldn't hear you anymore, the sound of loud music, people shouting, laughing and just generally being intoxicated deafening both of you. Sasha grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd.

Bumping into a bunch of strangers in a dimly lit room and loud noise overwhelming your senses was not how you imagined Connie's "friendly get together" to go.

"There he is" Sasha let go of your hand as you reached the kitchen, the lights brighter and the noise slightly less disturbing than in the crowded living room. You leaned against the doorframe where Sasha left you as you watched Sasha punch Connie's arm without a word being spoken between them.

"AARGH, are you out of your mind?" Connie jumped back from the open fridge in shock, his hand shooting towards the painful shoulder.

"You told me it was gonna be a small party! How are we supposed to order pizza for so many people?" Sasha yelled at him, absolutely infuriated about the food situation.

Non-existant food situation, may we add.

"Why should we order pizza for everyone?! I don't even know them, who cares?" Connie yelled back at her, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge. "Did you come over to ask brainless questions, or will you let me have a fucking break?"

"Hi Y/n!" you suddenly heard your name from behind and your head snapped towards the familiar voice. You were met with Berthold's smile and his usual peaceful expression, not even minding Sasha and Connie killing each other in the background.

"Hi Bert" you smiled back, happy to see him. You rarely got to talk to him at the one single class you had together. "How are you?"

"Uh, good thanks, barely holding on inside this hell of a house" he replied and you chuckled, perfectly understanding his struggle with crowded, loud places.

"You're telling me! I feel like exploding and we just arrived" you shook your head. "Where's Annie?"

"We're sitting outside on the patio, you should join us. It's a lot more quiet out there" he suggested as a large hand slapped on his shoulder. You looked up at the tall man appearing next to Bert, broad shoulders towering over you, fingers running through his blonde hair, bright eyes and a charming smile glistening towards you. "This is my friend, Reiner, by the way. I don't think you've met"

"Nice to meet you, Reiner" you nodded with a friendly smile and he accepted your hand reaching towards him, shaking it gently.

"The pleasure's mine, Y/n" Reiner softly returned your smile, and you started to feel flustered at the intense eye contact. "How come I've never seen you around campus?"

"She's pretty lame, looks like a grey little mouse most of the time" an unmistakable voice appeared next to you, and you turned to Jean sticking out your  tongue in an instant. Bert rolled his eyes with a laugh and went over to the fridge, probably getting the drinks he originally came there for.

"Who asked the blockhead?" you snapped back as Jean stopped close to you, one arm pressing to yours, grinning down at you.

Your heart secretly started racing just by seeing him.

"Dunno man, looks like a gorgeous mouse to me" Reiner said winking at you, then turned and went to join Bert pondering in front of the open fridge. Warmth spread on your face as you watched Reiner grab a beer, and you deliberately avoided looking at Jean. "You want one, Jeanbo?"

"Nah, I'm good, thanks" Jean replied casually, but clenched his teeth as he looked down at your face, blushed from his compliment. The hell are you blushing for? Is this buff jock what you're into? Reiner, really?

Jean's jaw relaxed at the thought of how you'd probably clown him for being jealous. Jealous, good lord... It was like you sensed his eyes stuck on you, you raised your face to look at him with those big, sparkling eyes.

How could he not be jealous?

"Big man's not wrong" Jean said softly, so only you could hear, his eyes glancing over your outfit, then back to your face, and you felt your cheeks burn under his look. "You look beautiful"

Your heart fluttered at his words and you couldn't help the smile instantly widening on your face. You turned your whole body towards Jean and felt your stomach flip at how his hazel eyes glistened right back at you with a warm smile.

"You look pretty handsome yourself" you grinned, moving to hold both of his hands. Jean's heart fluttered to the same rhythm yours did as the sight of your pretty smile and the touch of your fingers combined started to make him melt. "This shirt looks so good on you"

Your fingers ran along the collar of his dark button-up shirt, the fabric soft, comfy and smelling of his delicious scent.

"Don't try to make me blush, you little rat" he grunted with a low voice, making you laugh out loud, and he lifted his hands to grab both sides of your face, long fingers reaching into your hair at the nape of your neck. Tingles ran down your spine as your arms moved automatically to hug his waist as he stood so close to you. "Where are your glasses, smartass?"

"I'm wearing contacts" you blinked up at him as he stroked a few strands of your hair to tug them behind your ears.

Your stomach doing a backflip once again.

"I like the glasses" he brushed his thumb over your cheek, then looked back to your eyes, making your body burn with the familiar sense of warmth. "But you look pretty regardless"

You swallowed your reply as Jean's eyes shot to your lips. So plump and invitingly glistening with gloss. He wanted to kiss you so much.

"I like the earrings, too" Jean swiftly shifted his eyes to the little silver figures dangling from your ears. He  thought they wonderfully emphasized your delicate little neck.

"Thanks, they're ladybugs" you grinned and Jean chuckled.

"Are they your little magical ladybugs? I knew you were a witch" he watched with a smirk as you bursted into laughing. He also noticed the shimmery eyeshadow on your eyelids, and how the makeup and your jewellery complimented your look so well. Although he knew exactly how gorgeous you were without them.

"You're very attentive tonight, Jeanbo" you sneered at him and Jean rolled his eyes at your smug smile. He hated that nickname.

"He's my teammate, your ass is not allowed to use that name"

"Will I be allowed if I start beating you with a stick as well?" your smile widened at making Jean crack up.

"The hell do you think we do while playing hockey?" he laughed, one of his hands moving to grab your chin. "It's not just beating each other with sticks, believe it or not"

"Sure" you borderline didn't even know what you were talking about. Not even having a sip of alcohol yet, you smiled up at Jean drunkenly, intoxicated by how good he felt to all of your senses at that moment.

Sasha's loud sounds of excitement snapped you both out of your own little world.

"WHAT, they're filled with cherry cream?!" she covered her mouth with a hand, in a state of complete shock as Niccolo held out a tray of cupcakes in front of her.

Niccolo nodded with an enthusiastic smile in your direction, and you waved at him with an amused chuckle as Jean let go of you and walked over to them. You've already met Niccolo countless times, but you could never get enough of their emotion-filled interactions with Sasha - strong emotions about food, mostly.

"Hey!" Connie yelped as Sasha slapped his hand trying to steal from the dessert. "This is my house, give me a cupcake!"

"It's your father's house, Constance" Sasha stated seriously, and you bursted out laughing as Connie's low-lidded stare met your eyes. He was so tired of the names.

"Are you pulling these names out of your ass?"

"I'm pulling the cupcake out of your ass, if you dare to steal any of- HEY!" Sasha practically jumped on Connie's back as he rapidly grabbed one of them from the tray, trying to get away and stuff it into his mouth before Sasha could stop him.

A few people, unfamiliar with this otherwise very usual situation, quickly left the kitchen before they found themselves in the middle of a physical altercation, and you and Jean were in absolute hysterics.

"Eat it then, you fucking piece of pie!" Sasha shouted at Connie, still riding on his back, smearing the cherry cupcake around his face with her palm.

"Uh- Yo-" Connie's desperate attempts of yells were muffled as Niccolo tried to pull Sasha from him with no success. "Y'suff- You'll suffocate me!"

"Ah, feels like I never left town" a voice laughed loudly next to you, and you raised your teary eyes to look at the stranger. The tall, brunette man stepped straight to Jean, throwing an arm around his shoulders as he snatched his head in his direction.

"MARCO!"

[ninjadeathblade]

Nachos (a Nimona fanfic)

Summary: Nimona tags along on Ballister's nacho date with Ambrosius (set post-movie)

Warnings: A couple swears and that's about it

Word count: 1,050

Fluff with a tiny bit of angst

Author notes: Thanks you to @skating-is-cool for scheming with me on my other post about this. I didn't put loads of effort into this if I'm honest but I let the boys finally have their nachos together.

"You promise to behave?" Ballister asked nervously, refusing to go inside until Nimona agreed. The shapeshifter had been begging to come along with him to his date with Ambrosius. Ballister had reluctantly agreed, knowing that if he'd told her no she would've snuck along anyway. Nimona shrugged, rocking back and forth on her heels.

"I dunno. Maybe." She shot him a grin full of fangs, almost falling over before catching her balance again and leaning forward onto her tiptoes.

"Nimona, please," Ballister sighed, exasperation clawing at the inside of his skull as he brought a hand to his face to rub across his eyes. "This is the first time since…everything that me and Ambrosius have actually been able to go on a date." Ballister struggled to articulate it to her. Mentally, he understood that Nimona was over a thousand years old and had probably seen many people be in love. But he also had latched onto her as some kind of younger sibling or daughter to him, which meant he had to explain everything. "Because we've left the army now, I don't have to hide who I am as much. You should understand that."

"Yeah, I suppose so," Nimona replied, flashing him another smile. "C'mon then, let's go see your boyfriend." Ballister made to grab her shoulder before she headed into the bar but she weaved away from him, slipping through the door into the bar. Ballister gritted his teeth before following Nimona, a certain air of anxiety around him. He knew that Ambrosius still loved him, that hadn't changed. But would it be awkward? The last time they were here Ambrosius was trying to convince him to kill Nimona. Ballister mulled over his thoughts as he followed Nimona through the bar, not paying much attention to his surroundings.

"Hey handsome." Ballister jerked out of his thoughts at Ambrosius' voice, looking down at his lover. Ambrosius smiled softly up at him, moving over in the booth seat to make room for him. Ballister shot him a shy smile in return, sitting down beside him while Nimona took the seat across from him.

"You're sure you don't mind she's here?" Ballister whispered, resting his head on Ambrosius' shoulder.

"She's family, it's not like she wouldn't be here," Ambrosius responded, pressing a light kiss to the top of Ballister's head. Ballister closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of safety. It hadn't been long since the queen had died but it felt like years of being on edge constantly.

"You know I can hear you two, right?" Nimona butted into the conversation and Ballister opened his eyes again, regarding her with a deadpan stare.

"You know you could let us be romantic together every now and then?" He retorted, earning a snort of laughter from Ambrosius. Nimona stuck her tongue out at him before turning her attention to something over his shoulder. She transformed into a mouse, scuttling across the table.

"Be back soon." Ballister sighed with relief, visibly sagging in his seat. As much as he loved Nimona, it did feel more than a little weird having her third-wheeling on his date. After all, she was like a daughter to him. And although he wanted to spend time with her, it felt strange to have her on his date with Ambrosius.

"May I get you anything sirs?" A waitress appeared almost out of thin air beside them.

"Nachos," the two of them said in unison.

"No olives. He's allergic," Ballister added, jerking a thumb at Ambrosius. The waitress nodded, walking away.

"You always have to specify, don't you?" Ambrosius teased, playfully poking Ballister in the side. Ballister laughed quietly, wrapping his prosthetic arm around Ambrosius' waist.

"I can't have you dying. Who would continue the Gloreth bloodline?" Ballister joked with a gentle squeeze to Ambrosius' hip. Ambrosius practically doubled over with laughter, banging his fist on the table a couple of times.

"Shit, Bal, you think I'd actually continue the bloodline?" Ambrosius questioned, eyes slightly teary from laughter as he looked up at Ballister. "The closest thing to a child that anyone is getting from me is Nimona. We are adopting her, right? I mean, I get she's technically older than us but she's still a child, you know?" Ballister placed a gentle kiss against Ambrosius' cheek.

"Yeah, if she's fine with it. I haven't asked her yet," Ballister told him, withdrawing his hand from its position around his lover, fidgeting with his hands under the table. The two of them fell into silence, something that had rarely happened in the time they'd known one another. The waitress returned, placing their bowls of nachos on the table and Ballister didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry." Ambrosius broke the silence. Ballister glanced towards him, noticing the tear tracks down his cheeks. He was honestly unsure if they were from laughter or not. "I'm so sorry I didn't trust you. Or Nimona." Ballister placed his hand over Ambrosius', the dark metal contrasting against his light skin. "I didn't even try to listen to you when you explained."

"It's not your fault," Ballister assured him.

"But it is. If I'd listened, if I'd tried to help then maybe it wouldn't have turned out this way." Ambrosius skimmed his thumb across the back of Ballister's hand. "If I could then I'd change it all." Ballister brushed the tears away from Ambrosius' eyes, turning in his seat to face him.

"But if that happened then we wouldn't have our family," Ballister pointed out, pulling Ambrosius into a hug. The two of them sat there in the booth for a while, feeling grateful that despite everything they still had one another.

"These nachos are delicious, I see why you both keep coming back here." Ballister pulled away from Ambrosius slightly, glaring at Nimona. She was lying slightly across the other side of the booth, a bowl of nachos in her hands as she ate some of them.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Ballister swore. "Can you not see we're having a moment?"

"Yes. And I'm having nachos," Nimona replied, biting into another one. Ambrosius pressed a kiss against Ballister's temple.

"Leave her be. It's fine," Ambrosius said. Ballister smiled softly, pulling the second bowl of nachos towards him and his love.

"Yeah. It couldn't be better."

[fxd-writes]

As I'm flipping around Pinterest I cannot stop thinking about the absolute beauty of the hands on the grid. Like how strong they have to be and how much strength they carry behind them?? Hello?? Like I found these and its just Danny and Charles's hands but cmon I need a necklace Mr. Ricciardo and your hands would work perfectly :D Anyways, nasty thoughts under the cut ;)

I cannot stop thinking about it - the way my hand kink goes absolutely ballistic around these men.

I can imagine just like idly tracing your fingers around the veins and knuckles in their hand, just the ghost of a touch on the top of their hands while they're trying to focus on a conversation and you're unintentionally distracting them. Who could blame you though? His hands are beautiful, its like touching a piece of art

Daniel Ricciardo

I feel like he'd be very enamored with your hand kink, often knowing the way your mind goes and feeding into it

maybe he puts his hand in clear view or at least in front of your face to distract you while you're with friends

Definitely the type to put his hand on your thigh while driving and trace his fingers up and down the exposed skin there (if you're in a skirt he is absolutely going in for more)

For my girlies with an oral fixation (like me) imagine him sticking his fingers in your mouth just to shut you up when you get a little too chatty and he just wants peace? Ugh, I feel like he would? Just pressing down on your tongue a bit? Maybe the two of you are watching a movie and he just wants to watch the movie but you -with your head in his lap - won't shut up so he just puts his fingers in your mouth to occupy your tongue

I can imagine him using the pads of his fingers to trace the inside of your mouth, slowly thrusting them in and out of your lips and stroking your tongue, chuckling at your silence and your dazed face, now less focused on trying to figure out this movie and more focused on Danny's fingers in your mouth

"If I knew this was how to shut you up I would've done it a lot sooner, love."

When his fingers finally retreat after realizing the movie's over he slaps your cheek a little to break you out of your haze, or at least pull your consciousness back towards him. As you look at the cocky smirk plastered on Danny's face you scowl a bit, "That was entirely unfair, Ricciardo." when he responds, "Why don't I make it more unfair and shut you up with my cock this time."

Cue mouth-fucking and nastiness

Charles Leclerc

The hand fixation with him is BAD

The man plays piano, you can't deny his beautiful and lengthy fingers would not be PERFECT for fingering

I can totally see just like sitting at the piano with him, resting your head on his shoulder, and watching his fingers glide and dance along the black and white keys, getting totally distracted by the movement of his hands

He's literally just playing piano??? Why is this turning you on??

It's not until Charles stops playing letting his final note ring out and turning his head slightly to press a kiss against your forehead, asking how you liked the song, that you realize you weren't even listening. You're not even looking at him, so focused on his hands still resting on the piano keys

When he realizes how dazed out you are he takes the opportunity to slide you into his lap with a devilish smirk, "What's wrong, mon ange? Distracted?" he rests his chin on your shoulder watching the way your breath catches as he smooths his hands up and down your thighs

"I asked you a question, Cherie" He uses his legs to spread your own apart, pressing his fingers into the skin of your thighs, while he bites at your neck, "Am I gonna have to force the words out of you?" He askes as his fingers glide dangerously close to the apex of your thighs, ghosting a touch over your covered core

Anyways he fingers you to completion on that piano bench and you cannot tell me any different. I stand by nasty Charles Leclerc.

Max Verstappen

My favorite boy with big hands - oh yeah I have thoughts (thots) for him

As we all know there are far too many examples of him grabbing people's waists, whether it be Checo, or Charles, like c'mon the man GRABS

I think when it comes to him he always has to have a hand on your waist, or thigh, or lower back, for him its a comfort knowing your right there and within his reach for you its incredibly distracting

I can see it happening at some red bull gala or celebration, him taking you as support to go talk to sponsors/other attendees and he just has a hand consistently on your lower back, uncovered by the open-backed dress you're wearing

He's dragging his fingers back and forth on your back and you can't focus on a word anyone is saying, so distracted by max's hand on your back as he lightly scratches the skin there

uyou eventually excuse yourself to the bar, skin hot to the touch from the heat building between your legs and how turned on Max's touch is making you. You couldn't focus! Maybe a drink would help.

At the bar, you're waiting on whatever drink of choice you had ordered (can never go wrong with a rum and coke in my opinion) when someone sidles up to you at the par and starts chatting you up

The conversation is boring, but you don't want to make Max look bad as his date so you plaster a smile on your face and laughs at all of this guy's shitty jokes

You're mentally begging for escape when you feel two large hands grab at your waist, pulling you backward into a strong chest. You can feel Max's thumbs stroking just under the fabric that lays at your lower back in a possessive manner.

Max presses a kiss to your shoulder before turning an icy gaze on the man you had been talking to, "Who's your friend, liefje?" you don't deign to respond, turning your head and pressing a kiss to Max's cheek as you feel his fingers flex, pulling you impossibly closer to him

The stranger is completely forgotten, having already abandoned any hope of chatting you up that night in favor of running away from the dutch lion and his princess

your drink is placed in front of you on the baras max turns you toward his chest, leaving a possessive hand on your waist, and hooking his thumb into the hem at your waistline, tracing skin only meant for him to see

Needless to say, that was your last drink of the night before max pulled you back home, a hand on you at all times, and two hands back on your waist while riding him that night

Anyway, I have a disease that can't be cured, its called endless love of big hands :( send medicine

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

I like to think about the Goldenheart boys got together because as we know they've known each other since they were little

I imagine for the movie boys it followed the classic "This is my best friend. I have a massive crush on him but we are just gonna ~ignore that~ because I kinda have to be perfect because Legacy of Gloreth/I have been on thin fucking ice when I showed up" story

And they grew up and those feelings didn't go away, they just ignored them. They both dated other people as teens (Ambrosius dated a squire girl, Bal dated some ruffian from his hometown) but neither relationship lasted more than a few months. Then at like, 18/19 they were so damn whipped and infatuated with each other that it just kinda happened all at once. Ambrosius approached Bal absolutely terrified because if this doesn't work out he is going to lose his Best Friend his World his Everything, but of course, it immediately does. I hc that the Institute and their family/friends knew about them but the media did not. I also hc that they are closer in age than the comic boys, with Bal being just like a year or less older.

The comic boys I picture something funnier. I can imagine Bal getting dumped at the Institute by his dad and this pathetic little blond kid is getting picked on so Bal, full of rage and abandonment, just beats the shit out of the bullies to establish dominance in the social order of these children and also to stop the bullying.

Ambrosius (who is like. 8??) Immediately had the biggest baby crush imaginable and decides that he is going to tether himself to this person until the day he dies. I imagine their age difference is much more than in the movie, like 2.5ish years, so obviously this 10 year old is not interested in the baby following him around but he'll be friends with him because everyone else is scared of him. He protects him and looks out for him and he thinks he's cute in the way that all children see a child like 6 months younger than them as practically an infant.

They're little pals for the rest of their adolescence with Ambrosius not being subtle about his crush and Ballister assuming it will pass because he's just a little kid. It isn't until they're 14/16 that Ballister starts actually respecting Ambrosius and realizing that oh shit. I'm not a little kid anymore and neither is he. They don't actually start dating at any specific point, but around this time they start kissing and lying to themselves that this is a Normal Friend Activity. Around this time also, the fact that they cuddle at night and share a bed is starting to feel a bit more awkward.

They kiss, hold hands, cuddle and share a bed, but are in complete denial that they've got anything more than friendship going on for like 2 years when they sleep together and are like. Well shit. Homies don't do that, do they?

Ambrosius who has been influenced by regressive ideals is sad that they weren't technically "together" when they first slept together and it makes him feel bad about himself. Ballister then makes up a fake anniversary of a couple months prior and gaslights (j) Ambrosius into believing that's when they got together like "nah remember we went out for coffee that one time that was our first date you didn't know that lol"

Ambrosius kinda knows this is a crock of shit but it makes him happy so he goes along with it.

[glitterslag]

eddie hasn't been cuddled - y'know like really cradled - since he was a little kid.

when he first comes to live with wayne as this angry, skinny little twelve year old, he's averse to all touch. He bristles with it. Wayne swears he can almost hear it, sometimes, the invisible forcefield he's built around himself, humming like an electric fence.

but eddie's heart is soft beneath all that barbed wire, and he grows out of it in a couple years. Whether it's down to the relative stability of wayne's care, or just the growing pains of adolescence relieving themselves with the passage of time, is another story.

wayne isn't really a hugger himself, anyway, more likely to plump for a hair tousle or a clap to the back whenever eddie makes him proud. Still, it makes him happy to see him growing up kind and affectionate despite it all, against all the odds, really, so he tolerates it, just about, when his boy gets big enough to lift him off his feet in a bone-crushing embrace.

"damn fuckin' menace..." is all he'll say, harrumphing and readjusting his cap before going back to tending to the dinner or tinkering with his car or whatever he happens to be doing, and he hopes it sounds like "i love you too, kid."

it's true. Despite his less than ideal upbringing, eddie really has no trouble with affection at all. Especially not with his new girlfriend. Lately, he finds he's pulling her in for a hug anytime he gets a spare minute, whether it's in the line at the movie theatre or if he's sneaking up behind her as she's stirs a saucepan full of dinner.

the first time chrissy holds him, though, eddie breaks down in tears.

it comes at him out of nowhere. They're sharing a joint in bed, blankets drawn up over their naked forms and a record that needs cleaning playing soft and grainy in the background. Typically, after sex, he'll scoop chrissy into his arms and they'll lay that way for some time, quite often until wayne yells at him through the door to take the girl home before her momma goes ballistic. It's always pretty difficult to let her go. This time, though, it's her reaching for him. And it blindsides him.

she's gazing down at him in her lap, a blonde angel in the lamplight playing with his hair and when she brushes back the bangs from his forehead to give him a kiss, he just bursts into these heaving, uncontrollable sobs.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry" is all he can splutter out, over and over again as he rolls over to plant his face into her stomach. "i don't know what's happening right now." Mercifully, she just holds him tighter and doesn't ask him any questions.

he writes it off as one of those weird body things that happen sometimes and tries not to think of it again, and it's not until weeks later that he realises. No girl has ever done that to him before. No girl has ever touched him nicely. He's had sex before chrissy, sure, but none of those people ever stuck around to listen to records after. He's not even sure he would've wanted them to.

of course, it would be entirely too mortifying to say any of that out loud, but the next time they're in bed together and she reaches straight for him with this knowing look in her eyes, he realises she's probably already figured it all out anyway. She always was way smarter than him. Thankfully, he doesn't tear up this time.

eddie munson sure knows how to love, but learning to be loved in return, as it turns out, can take a little more time. It's a good job he's got all the time in the world.

[zyrafowe-sny]

WIP Wednesday Game: July 31, 2024

So @/kedreeva's WIP Wednesday Game has mostly moved to this Tumblr community. You're welcome to join even as a mostly-lurker. If you don't want to play the game but want to encourage me (and/or others!) to write (no obligation to be in the fandom), please send an ask with one of the listed file names and you'll get at least 3 new sentences. I personally benefit greatly from this kind of cheerleading, even if I'm pretty sure the asker won't ever read the fic.

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Status: 54/54 Big Bang sentences written, 0/54 shareable lines shared

I've reached the minimum length for my Big Bang fic (woohoo!) but want to wrap it up early (I'm a lead mod and want one fewer thing to worry about), so I will continue having everything be a 2 for 1.

My file is:

Nimona Big Bang Ideas

And please feel free to specify:

Assorted Veek: @vee-week starts August 14th! At the moment I'm mostly working on the Nocedas prompt (will likely wrap under 1k).

Piercing: this is also for @vee-week but gets its own file (expect this wrapping between 500 and 2k)

Movie Night: this is also for @vee-week but gets its own file (expect this wrapping under 1k)

Prince Ballister AU: got a nice comment on the first chapter of of crown and shield today, so I'd like to make more progress on Ch. 2

everything is fine: I haven't worked on this much since posting Ch. 1 for @goldenheart-week

My snippet from the second chapter of who gives a shit about tomorrow? (when it comes, we can worry then):

Perched on one elbow, Ambrosius turned towards Ballister, but hid his face behind a waterfall of damp hair. “Don’t make me leave, not yet.”

Idly, Ballister toyed with some strands but allowed him his attempt at privacy. “You don't want to go back to your oven of a house?”

“I don't want to leave you, you impossible man” was what Ambrosius thought; “not particularly” was what he said.

“I’ll try to give you some more space. To keep you cooler.” Ballister started to move over, but was stopped by Ambrosius' hand on his chest.

“Don't.”

“You came here to escape the heat, didn't you?” Now it was Ballister’s turn to avert his gaze. “Proximity will make things worse. It's simple thermodynamics.”

Possessed by the urge to either slap him or kiss him, Ambrosius did neither. “You know why I came here, and I don't care if ‘proximity will make things worse.’”

“You never do.” Still, Ballister indulged him, as he did when they were boys, as he did when they were young lovers, as he did when Ambrosius begged for a scrap of attention during their fights.

Ambrosius rested his head on Ballister's left side, and after a beat, an arm snaked around him. Before he drifted off, he thought he felt the gentle press of lips on his hair, but he wrote it off as a dream.

[mylittlegemlins]

Nimona Review part 2 (english)

Some of the transitions are pretty cool, the scene where Ballister leaves the house and goes straight to jail seemed perfect to me, but I see complaints about the closet scene as they go from arguing very intensely in a dark place to a scene where they don't there is more noise than that of Nimona coming out like a rhinoceros with a blow to a lighted room. Some of it doesn't feel right.

Turning to the characters, Nimona is the protagonist and she is someone who is easy to get attached to, her redesign is beautiful, her comedy, her expressions of fury are funny and her drawings are something I want to hang on my wall, but she is also someone who She has been through a lot of pain, and they are open with her boss about how she feels about it, her eyes full of disappointment in the strong scenes make me want to hug her.

When she shows herself as a villain she gives me vibes that she could perfectly well be the daughter of Dementia and Black Hat, since it is capable of generating a massacre in an epic sequence of one minute, I have never seen someone kick so many people in the form of an ostrich, it is impressive, Balliste has puppy eyes that make him adorable, but In addition to this, he is the father you always wanted, and the only one with enough patience to put up with Nimona, I feel that Golden did not shine much in this movie, but I like him much better than in the novel, the scene in which he yells at him queen that cutting arms is not a show of love, is the perfect representation of when you want to shout everything you think but you choose to fit into society.

However, when it seems like he's showing Ballister that he's being manipulated while watching the director's video only to finish it off with Nimona being the one manipulating him, it's a little disappointing but it shows you how much brainwashing there is in the institute, and How much trust there is between these characters, Balliste trusts Golden but also Nimona and Golden trusts the director despite being in conflict with her boyfriend. This is how perfect the relationship between the characters is built, the relationship between Nimona and Ballister fills me with tenderness. Nimona is the one who puts all the initiative to be able to be friends with Blackheart, she is the one who rescues him from prison and offers him her support, in addition to telling him directly that if everyone hates him, it is the same as her, as if he had no choice but to be their friend since they are all they have, not only is Nimona ready to make friends after 1000 years of being alone, but she wants to be with someone she admires because she identifies with him, starting from that point, the moments they have to Getting to know each other happens very quickly, one day they destroy the institute, in the afternoon they destroy the market, and it seems that at night they interview the guard who recorded the video, but I love that Nimona is willing to talk, she never reveals exactly what it is, but yes who come up and take the time to play monopoly and dance to celebrate. Those scenes fill me with tenderness, The scene where Nimona is having a nightmare and her paternal/boss/figure tucks them in and tells them that they are is home…. God I'm dying of love.

The movie slaps Disney in the face showing a clear romance from the first minute, and a kiss to end pride month with a flourish, I adore you Noelle. The fact that they premiered it at pride fits like a glove considering the problems they had producing this movie after Blue Sky closed, and yet they still put references to the studio in the movie! Stay to appreciate the credits for a moment because the song is gold, and me and my brother were dancing to the soundtrack, this girl has good taste in music, the song is called T-rex by K. Flay.

Overall it's a very funny movie. I also loved the world building. Something that goes against "Elements" that shows you almost nothing about the cloud people and the earth people, while in this movie the townspeople interact with the protagonists and with the press all the time, they show you what kind of world medieval futuristic is the one you find yourself in, they tell you about the wall of what was outside, the hatred towards the show and the devotion towards Gloreth that people had for generations, how advanced are their flying cars and their screens that put out the news live, contrasting with the army of knights and the statues of hundreds of years, and more importantly, it shows you a world where society is as classist and prejudiced as in reality, who prefer to leave a helpless baby as long as they avoid problems, that they do not respect the opinions of their own queen and that they believe the director's defense despite the fact that it took up to days in saying it. Of course, it has many exaggerations with the purpose of entertaining, but who has not seen the effect of certain societies such as the Asian one that does not dare to touch a colleague who faints just so that someone else takes the drama or even the medical expenses?

There are moments where you can see the 20% that surely they had to do fast, because I feel the scene of the demon baby is too bright Although there are many differences with the graphic novel, the message is the same, an allegory to the social rejection suffered by queer people, and they do not bother in the slightest to hide their hints (we can talk about "you're gonna die in the closet" lmao)

Nimona is obviously gender fluid, I love that they're so much more open and complains that they're the monster. Because both in the novel and in the movie, Nimona was not a serial killer when they started calling her a monster, but she became the """""monster""""" that the institute wanted her to be so that they would destroy her and remain like the heroes of his story.

By the way, the scenes in the previews in which Nimona is drawn as a bird or when he tells Balliste how to like the videos don't appear in the movie, so I'm happy they bothered to animate content to promote it. In this version there is no indication that GoldenLion has sliced off the arm of her boyfriend on purpose, something that seemed very accurate to me because it does sound toxic to go out with someone who disabled you. By the way, what the heck with the arrow scene, Nimona admits that it hurts her but she doesn't scream at her pain like a human being.

I like the ending. Far from saying goodbye, Nimona greets Balliste as soon as she manages to recover her form. I would qualify the film as +7 just because they kept 2 drops of blood. I am proud of Nate, I already admired her work on Netflix because of the She-ra reboot, it took her two studios to get her work recognized on Netflix even though she started as a simple graduation project. Now the whole world will be able to know your girl. Nimona.

spanish version: https://www.tumblr.com/mylittlegemlins/721658744305516544/nimona-review-spanish?source=share

part1: https://www.tumblr.com/mylittlegemlins/721661075018350592/nimona-review-english?source=share

[princesscolumbia]

@gingerhaze does not know me at all. I cannot claim to be their biggest fan, even though I love darn near everything of theirs I've ever seen. I can't write as much fanfic as a tribute to their work as some of the other people in the various fandoms, I can't claim to have followed them for all that long on social media, but somehow they've made me a better person and accepted myself more than damn near anything else.

They wrote Adora in SPOP so well that I saw myself in her and helped me find out just exactly the kind of woman I actually am. (...and led me to the community that would help me find the words for it and the love and acceptance that I'd never had in my life.)

When Nate fully embraced being publicly transmasc and told the world their new name, the gentle way they told their story and said the words, "I love that our biology is malleable," and a scared little girl inside me answered, "Please don't make me go back!" I was finally able to start truly healing enough to not only accept masculinity in the world, and just in time to fall in love with my own transmasc NB possible life partner. (I'll know for sure in October, I think, but so far we're holding on tight until we get there.)

And today I watched Nimona with my daughter, like I promised I would (Thanks for the catch on a good birthday gift for my kiddo, Nate! ADHD made it so I completely spaced when her birthday was, so whether you knew it or not, you had my back). My wonderful teenager who came to her "transmom" (her word for me) to ask what a lesbian was when she was too scared to go to her "biological mom" (the mother who carried her for 9 months), who told me she wants to be goth, then punk, then just make art, then be a Youtuber. (She's pretty sure she's not trans or NB, and she knows she's in a safe space to explore that with me, and she keeps saying that she isn't sure if she's straight or gay, but I'm pretty sure with her desire to wear a suit and take her best friend to prom, plus her very short haircut she got for her birthday that I'm raising a lil' butch lesbian...who's not going to be 'lil' for much longer, given she's already taller than her granny)

And (avast, spoilers ahead) when Nimona was feeling lost and alone and like the world was doing its damndest to kill her and she had been made 'the bad guy' and had so many things go wrong and I could only see when I was homeless and my van blew its coolant system all over me giving me third-degree burns in the middle of a desert where the nighttime temperatures never dipped below 93F and I was in shock and knew that everything I had ever fought for to hold on to something good in my life had just nearly blown my hand off and there was a bridge over a busy freeway only a few minutes walk away and all I had to do was make it over the railing...

...and my girlfriend held me back. (No, not the transmasc NB, I'm poly, get with the times, people, it's the 21st century and we invented the Internet, you have no excuse)

And when Ballister held Nimona back, I cried, and I was SO glad my daughter was so transfixed with the movie 'cause she missed me healing YET AGAIN because of Nate's work. When the credits were over (or, more accurately, we wound up back at the Netflix screen 'cause the interface to just finish watching the credits didn't work), I made my way into the bedroom and my girlfriend didn't even see me yet and said, "Are you crying?!" and I hugged her and kissed the top of her head and hugged her and she said, "You ARE crying!" in that amused and loving and exasperated way she gets when I get all emotional.

Thank you, Nate.

[skiplo-wave]

You know what I did when I found out my ex-boyfriend cheated on me?

I was so destroyed. He was my first kiss. He was my first everything. Which killed me more. I waited for my opportunity. My cousin had caught him out to dinner with a woman. He snapped pictures of them and even one outside the car kissing. I took the pictures and printed them off. I could had put them all over FB. But I didn't. So when he left home to go out with his "buddies" aka his new girlfriend. I packed up all my stuff super fast. My uncle rented a big truck. I scattered all those pictures all over the coffee table before I left. I put the necklace he gave me on the table and my set of keys to the apartment with the pictures. We got out of there and my uncle went back in a different car, found the movie theater they was at and took his starter off his car lmfao. He never found out who did it either, but I'm sure he suspects it was one of my family members.

He texted me and said he was having "car issues". I didn't text him back. When he got home, he went ballistic and kept trying to call me. He texted me how sorry he was etc etc. I never did answer it. This went on for 2 weeks straight. He kept showing up too all my family members houses he knew of and eventually we had to put a restraining order against him. But that didn't help. But finally my uncle called him and told him to leave me alone. I don't know what all he said, but he didn't bother me anymore after that. About a month later, he did end up in the hospital for "mental health" reasons according to FB.

Sad honestly.

Dang.

Cheating such terrible thing. Breaking up and ending it there is more logic step.

[noddytheornithopod]

So overall, I liked it. It did take a bit for me to warm up to cuz it definitely had a lot of kids movie cliches, so there were many moments that felt very try hard with humour (some to the point it kinda messed with the tone for me). I also struggled to like Nimona at first because they tried to play up her wackiness and edginess so much, it got kind of annoying. That being said, the fact that they really made me feel for her by the end honestly makes this film even more impressive.

When the movie works and isn't trying to be overly funny and hip with the kids, it really works. Some stuff feels cliche, but other things are stuff I'd have never expected to see in a movie for kids in a while. I mean, has a Dreamworks movie discussed suicide? Not to mention even with a big bad they made a point that society as a whole needed to change and you can't just kill one religious zealot (honestly, bold move to have the villain basically be a nun type figure, I see why Disney chickened out lol).

Also nice the characters aren't completely perfect, especially Ballister, who literally relapses the moment there's a chance to make everything make sense the way it used to again (probably best character in the movie, liked his BF too tho, also yay kiss, Disney be chickens).

I guess if there's one thing I wished for story-wise it would be a bit more worldbuilding, at least for the "outside" world. I wonder if the source material goes more into that, like is Nimona the only fantastical being or are there more? Who lives outside the kingdom?

So if you get past some of the cliche try hard attempts at comedy and being cool with the kids, it's pretty solid! Like I said, your movie has to be worth something if I go from finding one of your main characters insufferable to then really hoping they don't die at the end.

(Also some of this might just be a me thing, I'm not really a fan of super boisterous main characters that feel tailored to child mischief. But again: it made me sad for her DESPITE my own personal misgivings.)

Anyway, to finish this off, fuck Disney for being a bunch of cowards. It's great Annapurna was able to pick up where Blue Sky left off. You deserve to have more than Steamboat Willie be public domain you stupid mouse.

Also: with Palestine being on the mind a lot, I couldn't help but see the kingdom reflect Israeli society in a lot of ways. Nimona is obviously a queer story first and foremost, but seeing a society full of historical revisionism and run on constant paranoia felt very real.

hashtag nimona is intifada

alright before my netflix runs out gonna watch nimona

[angelsvoice1love]

Another moment

Y/n: Morning one and all. You said, as you entered the office with coffee and snacks with you. I brought gifts.

Danny: Awe, wow. Your the best. He said, as he took his coffee as you placed the snacks on the table.

Steve: What did you bring us?

Y/n: Donuts and croissants. It's all they had at the coffee shop, sorry...did anyone want anything else?

Chin: No, this is great thanks y/n. Chin smiled, as he took a chocolate croissant.

Shaking your head at Chin, you got your phone from your back pocket and saw you were getting a call from your brother. Raiding a brow, you turned off the phone only to place it on the table and getting a donut.

Kono: Did I miss something? That was your brother Kai, why didn't you answer?

Y/n: Long story. How about we just enjoy our coffee and treats, before going back to work. You said, as you took a sip of coffee but felt uneven. On second thought...i need a minute.

You walked out fast, leaving your phone as you headed to the closes door and entered. It was a supply closet for stationary.

Going to the corner, you sat in a corner when the door opened and Chin walked in going your way as he took a seat next to you.

Chin: You okay? Chin asked, as he placed his hand on your knee.

Y/n: No. Chin my brother punched you, then he went ballistic and attacked you all because he caught us kissing. He could have killed you Chin. You said, as your lip trembled, tears coming down slowly.

Chin: Y/n, that happened 3 months ago. I'm fine, I'm here. Why are are you so worried? He said, as he turned to you whipping the tears away.

Y/n: I could've lost you. You whispered. Chin, he could've killed you and I...i don't want to...thats why I can't talk to him.

Chin: Y/n, you need to talk to Kai. He came to talk to me yesterday, and your going to want to listen to what he has to say. If you are ready to talk to him, I'll go with you. Promise. He smiled, as he kissed your temple.

Y/n: I don't deserve you. You whispered, as Chin pushed hair behind your ear. Your to good for me, and all this chaos that happened.

Chin: Y/n, I don't deserve you. He replied, as he cupped your cheeks. You always care what happens to everyone, going the extra mile.

Y/n: Chin, before we go out there...can I please have a kiss? Keeping us a secret is really hard, but I-

Chin: Better?

Y/n: Better. You smiled, as he pulled you to your feet.

Later that night

There was a knock on your door, pulling you away from the movie you were watching. Getting up, you ran to the door swinging it open to reveal none other than Chin.

Smiling up at him, you pulled him in by his hand as you closed the door fast crashing your lips on his.

Chin: Miss me that much did you? He asked, pulling away as he placed his arms around your waist.

Y/n: So, much. More than you can think.

Chin: We saw each other the entire day, and you missed me this much? He asked, as your hands moved to his neck.

Y/n: Seeing as we have such a close relationship, can we move this somewhere else? You asked, as you rubbed his neck with your thumb.

Chin: Oh, what did you have in mind?

Y/n: I was thinking about taking a shower before dinner, and I was wondering if you'd like to join me.

Chin didn't say anything as he picked you up bridal style, making you giggle as he carried you to the bathroom. Kissing you all the way without breaking, it in anyway.

Once you reached the bathroom Chin placed you down gently, as he took off your shirt. While you were busy unbuttoning his, after all the close was disgarded you both climbed in the shower. With the water running down your back, you enjoyed every moment with Chin not wanting to leave the shower at all.

Time skip

While you were drying off your body, the phone was ringing but you both chose to ignore it as you listened to the message.

Message

Steve: Hey y/n, just wanted to check in on you and hear if your okay. I heard you cried this morning from Kono, if there's anything you need please let me know. Bye.

Message over

Chin: Maybe telling Kono about us wasn't the best idea. Chin spoke, as you walked out of the bathroom with his shirt.

Y/n: Maybe, but...i don't want to focus on that right now. You said, as you straddled his lap as you ran your fingers through his damp hair.

Chin: Y/n-

Y/n: Mmm. You hummed as you kissed his neck,back up to his jawline.

Chin: Y/n, babe. He started, as he pushed you away from his neck. I...i don't think-

Y/n: What's wrong? Wait...are you breaking up-

Chin: What no. Honey, all I was going to say was that I don't think we should keep ourselves secret anymore. I love you y/n, and I want everyone to know how much I do. And if you'll think a-

Y/n: I don't need to think about anything. If you want to tell everyone, then that's what we'll do. I want to make you happy, and if your happy I'm happy. You said, rubbing circles on his neck.

Chin: You make me happy y/n. He replied, as he kissed you softly.

Y/n: Would you like to stay the night?

Chin: I am pretty tired though, and to go all the way back to my place would be a waist of time. He smiled, as he moved your legs around his waist and carried you to bed.

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Fairy Bal (Tiny) and Human Ambro fluff drabble please

Hi!! I love your art, thank you for the ask!!!

I don't know a lot about fairy lore so I had to go on vibes alone haha, I hope you enjoy!

These are the movie versions :)

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Ambrosius walked out into the forest, sunlight glittering through the trees overhead, until he reached the meadow near the briars. He laid out in the grass, his arms behind his head, and closed his eyes. 

“It took you long enough!” Ambrosius smiled at the voice in his ear. It always flabbergasted him how normal the fairy’s voice sounded, he would have expected it to be squeaky with his tiny little vocal chords, no bigger than that of a mouse. 

He sat up and opened his eyes, and his beloved fairy flitted beside his head. His wings moved quickly, like a hummingbird, until landing in his open palm. “Hello, Bal.”

Bal smiled, his 7-inch form as dashing as ever. His silver and black wings glittered and he wore a spiffy red tunic. “It's about time you stop by the briar again. It's a pain flying all the way to your house.” Ambrosius chuckled and lifted his darling to his face, and he felt that arm caress his cheek and kiss his brow. He returned a careful kiss to his torso.  

Ambrosius had met Ballister after the fairy had sustained a dreadful injury– the loss of his tiny arm. Ballister didn't trust him at first, but he'd not really had a choice but to allow the comparatively massive human to patch him up. Ambrosius had set up a decent little bed for him with a pillow and a hand towel. Eventually, the pillow sat in his bed beside his own, and the two became close.

“Well,” Ballister leaned back against his fingers. “I'd offer to cook you something, but I think you might not be totally satisfied.” He mischievously flicked his wings. Ambrosius rolled his eyes. “Very funny. I brought us lunch. And I did make you tiny flapjacks.” 

“Yes!” Ballister flitted straight into the picnic basket with ease, and Ambrosius tried to catch him by his little boot. “Come on!” He laughed. 

Ballister peeked his head out, taking a bite from a grape that he held in his hands like a watermelon. “Please, not like you can complain,” his smile for his beloved was full of mirth, shy and warm and loving, “I reckon I'm a pretty cheap date.”