#Imagine losing your dominate hand you fucking LOSER

[bexisanidiot]

Bee's gonna lose her left arm soon because she's almost in her 70s (she's 67 this May)🤩

I had the idea she loses it from doing some kind of mission that involves being in some (probably old) building and something goes wrong, which causes the building to start falling apart. My idea is that she falls, and a piece of debris just lands on her arm, which crushes tf out of it

I have no idea how she would get out of that situation

[misseviehyde]

IN YOUR DREAMS

Sarah knew she was dreaming again... or at least having THE nightmare. It was the same nightmare, the same one she always had.

The bully was everywhere. Sarah could smell her, feel her, taste her and hear her.

Yesssss, you're weak... you're so fucking pathetic. You can't even fight me in your dreams.

Sarah groaned in her sleep - her body drenched in sweat and her face a rictus of terror. Inside her own mind she was paralysed, unable to move as Khloe approached her with steady clops of her black thigh boots.

The bully was impossibly large and powerful. She towered over Sarah and her lips were a cruel smile of ecstasy. She was dressed in tight black clothing and gorgeous from head to toe. She was everything Sarah secretly wanted to be, but never could be. She was perfect.

Rich, powerful, dominant, spoiled. Khloe was a Goddess. She made Sarah feel so pathetic, so small and weak.

You know that I'm going to destroy your friends and your family too - I'm going to RUIN everything you hold dear. I'm going to take IT ALL. But first I'll start with making your greatest nightmares come true.

The bully laughed and advanced on the whimpering Sarah, her nails glinting as she turned her hand into a claw and reached out to her face.

I could tell you that this won't hurt much, but then I'd be lying. Mmmmmh, it's going to be a long night for you loser...

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

Sarah awoke screaming and clawing at her face where the sensation of Khloe's nails still itched and burned like fire.

She shuddered in horror at the memory - the sensation of being dominated and destroyed by the superior girl.

But it was only a dream right? Or rather, a nightmare. A recurring nightmare.

Sarah had been bullied at school, but Khloe was entirely a figment of her own inner fears and worries. She was an amalgam of every girl that had ever teased or taunted her. She was what Sarah hated and feared.

The dreams were so vivid. Khloe seemed more evil and powerful every time. Sarah was starting to worry maybe she was losing her mind. She'd always had a powerful imagination - but now it seemed over-active.

A knock at the door caused Sarah to startle and she smiled weakly as her boyfriend Sam came in with a steaming cup of fresh tea.

"Woah, you look exhausted. Bad dreams again?"

Sarah nodded and he sat down and slid his arm around her.

"I'm so sorry babe. I hate that you keep having these nightmares. I wish there was something I could do to help."

"I know," smiled Sarah as she squeezed his hand. "Hopefully they'll go away eventually."

Sam shook his head doubtfully. "Maybe, but I'm going to talk to my friend Kelly. She might have something that can help."

Sarah sighed, "Oh no, not Kelly who is into magic and all that stuff. Please don't tell me I'm so desperate I have to turn to all that spiritual mumbo-jumbo. Last time it took weeks to clean up the mess those weird candles made."

Sam laughed, "Kelly may be a little kooky, but some of her ideas have worked for me. We may as well try!"

Sarah smiled weakly at him and shrugged. "Well, okay then."

**********

Gazing at the strange web like frame of the dream-catcher, Sam wondered if it could really work, then shrugging finished nailing it into place above the bed. It was a circular contraption with brightly coloured threads stiched across the frame. Feathers hung from the bottom of the hoop.

He was a pretty open minded guy, but he wasn't sure if he believed in magic. Then again, perhaps the benefits of the dream-catcher were psychosomatic and it might still help.

So long as Sarah felt that it might work and her nightmares decreased, he was willing to try anything. He'd do anything to help his girl.

Kelly had explained that the dream catcher would catch bad dreams and nightmares in the web of coloured threads. They would then be burned up and destroyed in the pure natural sunlight the next day.

Sam had to admit he was actually fascinated by Sarah's dreams. He could never remember his dreams, he wasn't even sure he had any. It also entranced him to hear about other peoples and he wondered how it must feel to experience such vivid and surreal mental pictures.

His good work done, Sam tidied the bed, gave the dream catcher a whirl and went off to make a cup of tea. Now to test if it worked!

***********

Sam awoke to a strange feeling. It was like an electic storm or static charge was building in the air.

He'd gone to sleep nearly three hours ago, Sarah by his side and the dream catcher swinging over their heads. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully for once, but above them the dreamcatcher spun and twisted.

Something dark and evil was caught in that web. Sam could feel it. A bad dream... a POWERFULL bad dream was caught. The dreamcatcher seemed to spark with power and energy.

Fascinated he reached up and touched the dream catcher... there was a pink blast and Sam groaned as the world spun and he fell into darkness.

Suddenly Sam was lying on his bed alone and it seemed like the middle of the day. A beautiful bitchy blonde woman was looking at him with disdain on her face and he realised with a start that he must be dreaming.

"Who the hell are you?" she sneered as she brushed back her perfect hair and Sam saw she had long sharp nails and a body that oozed lust and popularity.

"No wait, I know exactly who you are. You're Sarah's pathetic little boyfriend. The weakling little bitch who actually thinks that pathetic loser has anything to offer. I'm Khloe her dream-bully. Nice to meet you."

Sam felt anger flare. "You... you're that dream bully who has been tormenting her every night. Well the jokes on you bitch, because now you'll never be able to harm her again. The dreamcatcher stopped you and now Sarah is safe! Without her imagination to empower you, you'll begin to fade away. Once Sarah forgets about you entirely you won't exist anymore."

Advancing sexily, Khloe straddled Sam and reaching down began to unbuckle his fly. "All your life you've wanted to have vivid dreams, you've wanted to know how it feels to be a dreamer. Well - let me give you something to dream about..."

Khloe's lips twisted into an amused smile. "Perhaps - or perhaps your dreamcatcher has given us both exactly what we've always wanted."

Sam groaned as his cock popped out into Khloe's eager hands and she began to stroke it with her slutty hands. She giggled as she looked down at it. "Cute - but you could do better."

Sam gasped as a feeling of power throbbed through him and his average dick began to swell and grow. It grew thicker, longer and more sensitive. "H... how?" he gasped.

"We're in a dream baby," purred Khloe. "Here, all your fantasies can become true. You can be who you want to be. Best of all, this dream can become reality thanks to your dreamcatcher. Unlike a normal dream when you wake from this one, any changes you have made will become true in reality. If you want them to that is."

"H...how... and how do you know that? It doesn't make any sense."

"Dreams don't have to make sense Sam," purred Khloe as she slowly stroked his now rock hard cock. "Nothing needs to make sense except the pleasure I can give you. From now on you will dream of me every night and make her dream of me too. Then you can have everything you ever wanted. You're going to help me become stronger, not weaker."

"Noooooo," groaned Sam as Khloe stroked and rubbed his enhanced cock. "Noooo, I can't."

"Mmmmmh, yes you can," giggled Khloe. "You're going to help me become an even bigger bitch. We're going to be so good together."

Then with a smirk, she reached down and began to suck his cock.

Sam gasped and groaned in pleasure as Khloe's bitchy pink lips sucked and slurped round his massive new dick. She glugged and gagged happily, easily taking him to the back of her throat and using her sexy nails to tickle and stroke his balls.

Pleasure like he had never known before flowed through him. Sarah didn't like to suck dick, but Khloe clearly loved it. She moaned appreciatively as she worked his cock and sucked and sucked and sucked.

Soon he was cumming in her mouth and it seemed to go on and on and on. The longest orgasm he had ever experienced, an orgasm so good that he never wanted it to end.

Cum dripping down her face, Khloe giggled and snapped her fingers. Sam's cock sprang back to attention immediately and he looked down in amazement.

"We're in a dream remember - the normal rules don't apply. You can cum all night without ever going soft, so we're going to do this again... and again... and again. This is only the beginning baby."

Khloe lowered her lips back to his cock, and Sam groaned as she began to take him back to heaven once more.

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

With a gasp Sam awoke, his hand on his rock hard cock. Sarah was peacefully slumbering next to him, the dream catcher twirling slightly in the breeze from the open window as Sarah enjoyed her first nightmare free night in years.

Peeling back the sheets, Sam gasped. The nine inch cock now hanging from his groin was just as big and as thick as the one from the dream. Somehow the dream had bent reality.

Now Sam could remember everything. It was the first time he had ever remembered a dream and this one was so vivid. Khloe's bitchy whispers in his mind, her hand on his dick... her mouth sucking and slurping. The promises of more to come if he served her as she desired and helped her.

He knew what he needed to do.

Going to the bathroom, Sam groaned as he pumped his cock thinking of Khloe and he moaned as he began to cum. Fuck - his new dick felt so good. He had to have more, he had to see Khloe again.

***********

Sarah had never felt so liberated. Sam's dreamcatcher seemed to have worked a treat. She had slept so peacefully last night, and not once had she dreamed of the evil bully that had tormented her dreams for so long.

True, Sam seemed tired and was acting weird. He kept looking at her in a funny way and eventually he came over to talk and ask strange questions.

"So you didn't dream about Khloe last night then?"

She shook her head.

"That's good. You never really told me much about her. Is she pretty, what does she look like?"

Sam's questions bothered Sarah. It made her think of the dream bully and brought Khloe back into her mind. His questions were innocent, but the way they were framed made her feel bad. 'Is she prettier than you?'. Why had he asked that? It made her angry and annoyed that her boyfriend should suggest that her bully could be attractive.

"Sam, stop being such an asshole," she screamed as she grew tired of his questions. Now she couldn't stop thinking about that fucking bitch. She couldn't stop thinking about how much sexier and bitchier Khloe was then her. She couldn't stop imagining those perfect lips, rounded breasts and sexy dominant eyes. It was like Sam WANTED her to think about Khloe.

She left the room crying, all the time never thinking to ask the most important question.

How had Sam known her dream bully was called Khloe?

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

"Good boy, I feel even stronger today," purred Khloe as Sam awoke to find himself back in the dream world.

Moments ago he had touched the dreamcatcher once again and now here he was back with Khloe for the sixth time this week.

Every night Sam had dutifully touched the dreamcatcher and let Khloe enter his mind. Every night the pleasure had become even more intense.

Last night Khloe had let him fuck her like an animal. The feeling of her tight pussy gripping his massive cock, her moans and screams of pleasure as he fucked her brains out... he had never cum so hard.

He had bent Khloe over the bed, his hand gripping her long blonde hair and his hand slapping her ass as with pounding strokes he had fucked her again and again and again.

In his dreams Sam was stronger, more dominant. His body was now muscled and fit and he was taller. On waking he found his body had changed to match his dream and it was as if no one noticed. Whatever changes happened in the dream seemed to leak into reality.

And all he had to do to have more pleasure was to keep betraying Sarah and helping Khloe to become stronger. Fucking her and hearing her grunt and scream was all he cared about.

Indeed Sam no longer cared about the real world. Being here with Khloe was all that mattered. She was his Goddess now.

Sam knew he would do anything for her. She had her claws into his soul. She made him feel so good and every suggestion she made was the right one. He needed Khloe more than he had ever needed Sarah.

Tormenting Sarah and making her think of her bully had become a necessary evil so that he could have the pleasure his body craved. The more he made Sarah remember her dreams, talk about the bully or imagine new situations - the stronger and bitchier it made Khloe become.

Usually when he came to the dream, it would be a fantasy version of somewhere he knew. This time though they were in a room he didn't recognises. It was a boudoir, full of makeup, lingerie and a silk sheeted bed. Seated in front of a tall mirror in a black silk dressing gown, Khloe looked stunning.

If anything she looked hotter than last time. The imagination of both Sarah and Sam had made her grow even stronger.

There was a hunger in her eyes.

"You enjoy fucking me don't you Sam? But you enjoy helping me become more powerful and more evil even more. I know it excites you."

Khloe advanced towards him.

"But do you know what would be really hot baby? Imagine if I could leave the dream and come into reality?"

Sam groaned as Khloe straddled him and stroked his face. "Imagine if I could find someone willing to BECOME me and help me cross over."

Sam looked up in shock.

"Become you... but... how?"

Khloe smiled. "Changes made here in the dream can cross into reality. All you would have to do is imagine yourself becoming me. Let my personality, memories and thoughts become your own. You would become me. You would be Khloe."

Sam groaned - his cock instantly hard. Khloe reached down and began to slowly jerk him off.

"Yesssss imagine it baby. Being me would feel so good, you'd love being a bitch. You'd have my tits and a tight pussy - men would be yours to manipulate and control. You would be the bully. It feels so good to be a bully. Say it... say... I want to be the bully."

Her hand on his cock sped up.

"I... I want to be the bully," moaned Sam nearly drooling.

"Yessss. Imagine it baby. Imagine you have long sharp nails on each finger. Your skin is tanned, you have long blonde hair. Imagine a superior smirk on your lips as you take some weak little boy and make him your puppet."

Sam groaned. His skin began to tingle and he felt Khloe's hand tighten on his cock as she began to pump it faster and faster. Bone's popped and he groaned as his hair began to itch.

"Yessss my tits are swelling up on your chest, your ass is blowing up into mine. Your face is changing... becoming prettier. You fucking love how it feels don't you? Mmmmh, fucking shoot out that cum for me baby, it's the last time you'll ever do it again. Your cock is already shrinking - soon my tight Goddess pussy will be between your legs."

Sam screamed as his cock erupted and suddenly he felt Khloe pinning him down as cum blasted out and coated their bodies. She slid on top of him, the sticky mess seeming to glue them together and he felt her starting to sink into his body.

"Fuck yessss, merge with me Sam. BECOME me."

Khloe moaned in pleasure as they merged. Sam was groaning too. He could feel her breasts on his chest, feel her long blonde hair around his shoulders.

Hips popped and cracked, internal organs moved about. Sam felt his lips twist into a slutty smile as fake tan spread across his skin and he became a fake, popular, mean girl.

"Mmmmh I feel so fucking evil and hot. Yessss make me into a fucking bitch. I want to be Khloe!"

Khloe's superior tits reached their full impressive size and jewellery popped into place. Makeup shimmered over Sam's features and he flexed long acrylic nails.

Feelings of superiority flooded him as he felt Khloe's personality taking control. This felt SO amazing.

"I am a bitch. Yes I am a bitch. I AM A FUCKING EVIL BITCH," he screamed in glee as his voice altered and became Khloe's sexy purr.

Khloe/Sam began to groan and buck. The merging was complete and reaching down he/she began to rub their tight pussy and groan. Ohhh it felt so good.

"I... I'm going to cummmmm!"

Sam screamed as his body bucked and squirted, female hormones rushing round his body. No, wait. She wasn't Sam. She was Khloe.

Sighing, Khloe stretched her perfect body and felt the last vestiges of Sam drop away. What a fucking loser. It had always been his destiny to become her.

"Now I am the bully, I LOVE being a bitch," she sighed happily. Sam no longer existed, and when she awoke from this dream, it would be like he had never existed. Only she remained.

Khloe was evil, manipulative, sexy and popular. She knew in the real world she would be unstoppable.

She couldn't wait to get started.

Khloe walked to the mirror and admired herself for a moment then grinned. It was time to wake up.

She took one last look around her boudoir then snapped her fingers.

It was time to get real. And Sarah had no idea what was coming.

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

Sarah whimpered as she tried to carry the six heavy shopping bags and coffee for her cruel boss as she staggered after Khloe in the luxurious mall.

Being Khloe's personal assistant was a terrible job, but she was too afraid to quit. Khloe was such a bitch and she was a rich and famous influencer. She had all the power.

"Hurry up you dumb bitch," snapped Khloe as she watched Sarah struggle. "I need my makeover for my hot date tonight."

Sarah nodded. A hot date? That meant another evening of humiliation whilst she waited obediently downstairs and listened to Khloe getting fucked.

Serving Khloe was kind of like a waking nightmare. It sometimes felt like some evil dream she couldn't wake up from.

Perhaps she should borrow the dream catcher she'd seen hanging over Khloe's huge bed? Maybe that would help?

Not that she had dreams anymore.

All her dreams belonged to Khloe now.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

; good enough

© @pedropcl

lee bodecker x fem!reader.

summary. your father invited you to his birthday party and things ended badly.

words. about 2.3k.

warnings, tags. nsfw, +18!!! drunk state, language, unprotected sex, daddy!kink, very brief degradation, mention of bodily fluids, very brief mention of violence. and i think that's all.

a / n. first time writing for this man that has me obsessed, so i hope y'all like it! none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.

You didn't want to be there, but it was your father's birthday and you couldn't miss it. More than thirty minutes had passed since the last time you saw your husband standing in a corner of the large living room, sipping from his glass of whisky and judging every guest around in silence. Lee hated your parents, your family, their friends. And you didn't blame him. Your family never accepted him, always repeating that he wasn't good enough for you, nor your interests. Except for your mom. She wasn't the only one who didn't treat him like dirt.

Once that you escaped from your father's arms, showing you as a trophy and trying to set you up on a date with one of his best friend's sons, you stepped out of the house to the back garden. It was cold outside, having to close your jacket around your chest as you closed both arms over it. Following the footprints on the grass, you reached the improvised parking where different cars were stationed. The smoke coming from nowhere called your attention, glimpsing Lee sitting on the hood of his black Ford. Cigarette in his left hand and bottle of whisky in his right.

You doubted for a second to interrupt his moment of peace for the first time in two weeks. Two long weeks where you barely had spent time together. He started holding over his shifts because, apparently, there was too much paperwork to attend. You couldn't help but think that he was raving mad about you, or about something you did unconsciously. But the real problem was that your husband never used to talk about his feelings or what was going in his mind.

“I think you've drunk enough”. You uttered watching him raise the bottle to his lips.

Lee chuckled ironically, shaking his head. “Lucky me I don' care”.

Frowning and with your mouth pressed closed, you walked towards his position to face him. He had never talked to you like that, but he was being honest, shrugging his shoulders to point it out a little more.

“I do. I do care”.

“Don' worry, darlin'. I ain't gonna shame you in front of your family”. He scoffed bitterly, finally sipping from his drink. “Watya' doin' here anyway? Party's indoors”.

“You're here tho”.

“And who fuckin' cares, uh? You were having so much fun inside with that… pretty boy who works in Wall Street”. Your husband mocked taking a drag from his cigarette. “We should divorce, don' you think? So you coulda go with him to the big city, and don' be stuck in… How d'your father call it? Knockemshit. Stuck with a… fat sheriff of a shitty town”.

Lee didn't notice the tears blurring your gaze till he raised his face. The bitter smile curving his lips suddenly disappeared, putting his pale blue eyes away from you because it was too painful for him to watch you cry. Your husband gulped hardly, kissing his teeth as he threw the cigar somewhere on the ground. You couldn't believe he really wanted to divorce you, wrapping your heart with a suffocating sorrow that barely let you breathe. He was your life and, after three years together, he seemed to not give a shit about it sometimes.

“I ain' like them”. You whispered sniffing.

“Tha' doesn' change the fact that you don' deserve a man like me. Your father is right. 'M a fucking loser compared to anyone inside his damn house”.

You loved Lee with all your heart, soul, mind, body. He was everything you want in your existence —your life. So damn obsessed with his touch, his kisses, his smell of wind and leather, his smile, that beautiful pair of pale blue eyes. You refused to believe he was talking seriously.

“You should be there. I— Imma go home, tell your mo—”.

Before your husband could finish his goodbye, you interrupted him by slapping his face. He didn't see that coming and you'd never imagine yourself hitting him. But you needed it, seeming the only way to stop him from abandoning you there. He kept his face away from you, trying to comprehend what had just happened. His drunkenness suddenly disappeared, pressing his inner cheek with the tip of his tongue whilst rubbing his hand over the reddened skin. You were so mad right now that you could set on fire the whole world.

And you were about to do it a second time when Lee caught your wrist in the air, painfully gripping his fingers around it to push you closer —chest against chest. Then, he raised his index finger. “Don' you fuckin' dare to try it again, y'hear me?”

You were furiously breathing, but not filling your lungs with air in reality, keeping your eyes on the blue ones that used to steal your heart every single day. It was like a contest of dominance you knew he always won. Any time.

Your husband didn't give you the chance to say sorry, slamming his lips on yours. A moan died in his tongue when it invaded your cavity while releasing your arm to fly his rough big hands to your ass, almost grabbing it all with his long fingers. Your digits went to the lapels of his leather jacket, not lasting too much there till finishing on the back of his head.

Lee was hungry for you, just like you were for him after two long weeks barely touching each other. Your husband devoured, sucked, and bit your lips, urging you to turn around enough to push you on top of the hood of his car. His hands pulled up the skirt of your dress, wanting to reach the waistband of your panties, receiving the great surprise that you weren't wearing any.

“You little dirty girl… Don' wantin' your Sheriff to lose time, uh?” He grunted with such an animal and eager tone, as he took care of the belt and the zip of his pants.

“I need you”. You sobbed against his lips, feeling his hands maneuvering between your legs.

At least, you were fast enough to cover your mouth with a hand when Lee rammed his rock dick into your soaked cunt, drowning in your palm a loud cry of pure satisfaction for being filled by your husband. Back and forth, he hit your body once and once, impaling you against the Ford still being furious by the way your father and friends treated him as if it was your fault. Lee was mad, really mad, digging his fingers in your hips to pin you on place and don't move, continuing fucking you harder and harder —challenging you to not be able to be quiet and make everybody heard how good he used to made you feel.

“Goddammit… you're so damn ti— tight, baby doll… So tight fo— for your daddy, ain' ya?”

“Yes… Yes, daddy”. You cried hiding your face into the crook of his neck.

His strong scent filling your lungs caused you to roll your eyes white, letting your soul leave your body while his cock attacked fiercely your pussy with no mercy. Your vocals were in sync with the screeching noise the car produced in every thrust straight to your guts. The pace was insane, intense than never before, and more pleasurable than you could imagine in your life.

Lee was aware how much you loved him, that you felt devotion for him. But sometimes —sometimes like those— he couldn't help but think he could lose you as soon as you realized who he was in reality. You didn't care. You weren't blind. You knew about his dirty laundry, his past, his sister (...). And you still wanted him with all your heart and body.

“Fu— Fuck, gonna put a… baby inside you”. He growled, wrapping his right around your throat to urge you to face him. “Y'want it, uh? D'you want dad— daddy to put a baby in that… beautiful belly?”

“Yes… please, Lee”. You whined with teary eyes, being too much pleasure for your body to handle. “Please, daddy… I wa— want you to… get me pre— pregnant with your child”.

Your husband's lips curved up in a petty smirk, pulling out from your dripping cunt, causing you to sob in disappointment. Lee managed to put you down on your shaky feet to turn you and force you to bend over the hood of his car. Ass upped, legs spread. He only took a second to stare at your glistening and abused folds in your arousal, prior to impaling you again. With a hand on your lower back and the other tangled in your head, your husband obligated you to arch your back as he continued banging your anatomy once and again.

At this point, you had forgotten your name, where you are, and if someone could hear how you cried pleased any time he crashed against your g-spot. It was a mix of pleasure and pain as Lee wasn't having any kind of compassion with your cunt, clenching unconsciously around his hard length. He knew then how close you were to cumming for him —because of him—, increasing the pace while you tried to find a place to put your hands on and find some balance to stay in place. As soon as the hand tangled in your hair landed back to your throat, you gripped five fingers around his wrist, enjoying the brief lack of air because of it.

“C'mon, my swe— sweet whore… Y'wanna cum for daddy, don't ya?”

His raspy and wrecked voice fell into your ear like an angelic melody, not being able to hold your moans anymore within your mouth. The knot inside your lower belly was bigger and bigger and suffocating, feeling how it could explode at any time. Lee shoved his cock non-stopping producing a sloppy obscene sound when his pelvis crashed against your ass, along the chink of his belt against the back of your thigh.

“Daddy… Daddy…” You called him while the tears started to fall again through your cheeks, this time, of absolute satisfaction.

You couldn't help but bite your lip strongly till the metallic taste of blood covered your tongue, letting yourself go as the knot bursted within your belly. The orgasm threw you above the edge with your husband's palm covering your mouth to not be heard or it would be really awkward to be caught by all the guests, even if he didn't care. He wouldn't mind showing that pretty boy from New York that nobody could fuck his little dirty girl better than himself. Oh, how funny it would be to see his face while your husband was ramming his cock into your abused pussy, cumming inside your tight walls, digging his teeth in your neck to mark his territory.

Lee came with a sensual and passionate hoarse gasp causing you goosebumps bristling your skin, burying himself balls deep to hold it inside the mix of your juices filling up your center. It felt like being in Heaven, although you weren't sure if you could walk after such an intense quickly, feeling your walls burning as his dick still twitching and stretching your cunt.

Your husband wasn't a man of kisses after sex, that's why he surprised you when tilted your face to his and pressed his lips on yours, panting, not caring about the lack of breath. It wasn't a lustful kiss either, more than a tender and fondly one, tasting your mouth, playing with your tongue.

Pulling out his semi-erection, Lee helped you to clean yourself with a tissue before using it to clean your arousal on him and toss it to the ground. As he put on his pants, you fixed your dress and your hair, turning around.

“You meant it?” You dared to ask, still having sorrow covering your voice. “Gettin' divorced… You mean it?”

“What?” He inquired, squinting confusedly until he realized what you were talking about. He chuckled holding your chin with two fingers. “You married me, darlin'. There's no other way you're gonna spend your life but with me. Willingly or not, you hear me?”

Lee raised both eyebrows very sure of his word before you nodded your head with a fleeting smile crossing your lips.

“Can we go home now…?”

“'S that what you want?”

You nodded your head a second time, while your husband placed his arms around you with hidden possessiveness to guide you back to your childhood's house. And of course, your father was enraged when you told him that you were leaving with your husband. He yelled at you and nobody tried to stop him till the moment he had the brilliant idea of pretending to lay a hand on you.

Lee punched him. Lee broke his nose. Lee made your father fall to the floor between the pretty boy's arms. And Lee never felt better in his whole damn life.

“Don't you ever come back to this house, if you leave now with this… bastard”.

“She doesn' need you”. Your husband cooed wrapping your neck with an arm, leaning slightly to borrow your purse. “Ma'am, my pleasure a see ya' again. The beef was delicious. G'night”.

You were yet processing what just happened, ashamed of the desire for your husband himself awakened inside you after watching him hitting your father. Lee could be a total asshole sometimes but one thing was undeniable: he loved you with all his heart and soul, he was obsessed with you since the very first time his oceanic eyes contemplated you walking down the street, smelling a bucket of roses you bought for yourself.

Never again you knew anything about your family. Not even when your son, called after your husband, was born. But you weren't sad. As Lee said, you didn't need them. You had your own family to take care of.

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[imaslutforremusandsirius]

hey baby!! 🥺🥺 I was wondering if you could do something where the reader was flirting with somebody and sirius gets mad and “shows the reader who they belong to” or sum idk! Have a good rest of your day anyways !!

Mine

My level of love-starved: Melting when ppl call me baby

Fresh out of my accounting exam so if there are any mistakes pls forgive me

Thank you for the request babe🥰

Warning: 18+

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Keeping a relationship secret is difficult. The two of you hadn’t been ready to make it public, wanting a little peace for yourselves before the entire school would know. But secret didn‘t only mean a hundred fleeting moments with silent giggles and stolen kisses, it also meant yearning and jealousy.

„Are you free this afternoon?“

„Why, what are we doing?“

Sirius whipped his head around when he heard your flirty response, scowling at the boy who was clearly standing to close for his comfort.

„I would like to take you out actually..“ The boy said, leaning against the bookshelf to display an air of nonchalance.

„Hm“ you teased, looking him up and down „I don‘t see why n-“

Sirius called you name rather loudly and you threw him a coy glance over your shoulder, smirking when you saw his pissed off expression.

„Get over here.“

Your smirk widened and you shook your head.

„I‘m busy talking to Jonny.“

He scoffed when he heard you call Jonathan ‚Jonny‘ and slammed his book shut, making his way over to you.

„Sorry mate, she‘s busy with me tonight.“

Jonny squared his shoulders, standing tall as he took your other wrist. Sirius raised his brows in disbelief, jaw clenching when he saw anothers hands on you. On his girl.

„Why not let the lady decide?“

Sirius stepped closer, only seconds away from using Jonathan as a boxing sack.

„She is with me. Get your hands off my girl before I bash your head in. Blacks have a habit of using curses, you know. Wouldn‘t want you to lose your hand.“

If it was possible, you fell even more in love with your boyfriend. The way he was towering over you both, jaw clenched and grey eyes as cold as ice made you shiver with desire. He was oozing pure danger and dominance, the atmosphere around you three quickly turning dark.

Apparently Jonny wasn’t completely daft and finally let go, stepping away. You didn‘t even watch him leave, too focused on Sirius‘ face. You could just imagine his tense shoulders, his back muscles tightening and you felt yourself grow hotter by the second.

Sirius closed his eyes for a second before he looked down at you, eyes flashing in irritation when he saw your dazed expression.

„You like winding me up? Letting a loser like him just touch you like that?“

You didn‘t know what to say, eyes staring at his lips as you tried to make sense of his words. His voice was husky and it made you think of the night before, when he had tied you up and eaten you out for nearly two hours.

„We were just talking“ you argued weakly, internally congratulating yourself that you got him all worked up. Angry sex with Sirius is unmatched.

„Just talking?“ He echoed, a fake smile spreading across his lips. „Alright, I‘ll just fuck you then.“

Pulling you with him he hid you behind a tall bookshelf, nothing gentle about the way he pushed your skirt up, ripping your panties off.

„I can‘t fucking believe it, you really enjoyed this.“ he sneered, forcing three fingers inside. You protested, clenching your legs but he just parted them with his knees, pressing his hips to yours.

„Don‘t you dare act all innocent now, you‘re soaked. See?“

Bringing his fingers back up he showed you the glistening wetness, smiling at you mockingly.

„Aw baby, don‘t blush. You make me wanna fuck you even more.“ Although his words were just cruel, he kept his voice soft, making you swoon.

„Please“ you whispered „Please, need you..“

Sirius opened his zipper enough the pull out his cock, wasting no time in rubbing it across your pussy lips. The tip felt hot as he fucked your clit with it, coating you in his precum and he pushed in with a hard thrust.

His hands came up to rest on the shelves next to your head, anchoring himself and he pressed you into the books behind you, hips setting a punishing pace. You gasped loudly when you felt him hit your spot and Sirius made no move in keeping you quiet, his eyes twinkling possessively when he watched you struggle to keep in your moans. It made him go faster, seeing how he was the one who made you feel this way, who reduced you to a pathetic babbling mess. A desperate slut who let him fucker her in a library.

He pushed his forehead on yours and you both watched how he fucked into you, his cock covered with your slick. Glancing up through his lashes he hissed against your lips.

„See how I fuck you? Huh? You better get it through your stupid head that this. Cunt. Is. Mine.“

He pushed in so deep with every word that a loud shriek escaped you and he kissed you hard. It was wet and filthy, sucking on your tongue and biting at your lips. He didn‘t care if anyone would see.

You ripped his shirt open, a few buttons falling off and clawed at his back. He groaned and burried his face in your neck to keep himself quiet.

You pulled his head back by his hair, keep eye contact as you tightend your cunt around him, watching how his mouth fell open and his brows drew together. So fucking beautiful.

„You make me lose control.“ He whispered breathlessly and gasped when you bit at his exposed throat. Falling against you he came, filling you up as he fucked you until you reached your orgasm seconds later. You were panting into each others mouths, not getting enough of one another.

„I don‘t think Jo-“

Sirius bit your lip hard, drawing blood.

„Don‘t“ he growled „don‘t say his name.“

„Yes, Sirius.“

He fucked you for the entire night that day, until you couldn‘t remember the J of Jonny.

[buckybarnesdollface]

First One Loses

Summary: Bucky and Reader have to make everything a competition, to the point where it drives the rest of the team nuts. But can their competitiveness lead to something more than the sexual tension between two frenemies?

Warnings: Smut, Female reader 

          “Ha! I win!” I exclaimed, jumping up from the couch excitedly as the Penguins scored the winning goal against the Rangers in overtime. The scowl on Bucky’s face was dark, and the others rolled their eyes. I grinned as I held out my hand to Bucky. “C’mon, Barnes, pay up. My team beat yours, you owe me.”

           “I hate you,” he grumbled as he dropped a crumpled twenty-dollar bill into my palm. I stuck my tongue out at him as I pocketed it, and his glare intensified.

           “Do you two have to make everything into a competition?” Steve sighed.

           “Yeah,” Sam agreed. “We can’t enjoy anything anymore without you two turning it into a game that turns into a fight. We’re just gonna start excluding you from things.”

           I shrugged. “Maybe if Barnes wasn’t such a sore loser…” I pointed out, and Bucky shot up from his armchair.

           “You know what, (Y/N) –” he started, but Steve hopped up and placed himself between us before it could escalate.

           “Enough!” he ordered, using his authoritative Captain America voice. “Now, we were going to watch a movie, but if you two can’t grow up long enough to do that then you can find somewhere else to act like children.”

           Bucky scowled. “I can behave, it’s her you should be concerned about,” he muttered, and I rolled my eyes.

           “Oh, shut it, Barnes,” I snapped, and then I turned to Steve with a sugary-sweet smile on my face. “We’ll be on our best behaviour, Stevie, I promise. I’m just gonna go grab some snacks and drinks while you boys pick out a movie.”

           With one last smile I headed out to the kitchen. I had just emptied a bag of tortilla chips into a bowl when Bucky stalked into the kitchen, blue eyes narrowed into slits.

           “Next game, fifty bucks,” he snapped, and I snorted.

           “Oh, honey, when are you gonna learn that your team never beats mine?” I taunted as I pulled a jar of salsa out of the cupboard. “If you want to win at something, maybe pick a different game.”

           “I’ve beat you at plenty of things,” Bucky shot back. “For instance, you’d never win in a one-on-one with me.”        

           “The hell I wouldn’t!” I cried. “I’d kick your ass, old man.”

           “In what universe, doll? The only reason I’m not proving I could beat you is because maybe I’d feel slightly guilty if I hurt you.”

           I barked out a laugh. “The only reason I’m not proving to you that I’d win is because I don’t want to embarrass you in front of the guys. Imagine how it would look if the Winter Soldier got his ass handed to him by a girl.”

           “Don’t call me that,” Bucky snarled, eyes dark as he fixed them on me intensely. I bit my lip, meeting his eyes with a challenging gaze.

           “Or what…James?”

           What happened next happened in a blur. Suddenly, Bucky’s vibranium hand was around my throat as his large body trapped me against the counter. His grip was neither tight enough to cut off my air supply nor leave bruises, but it was enough to remind me that he could very easily crush my windpipe if he wanted to. For a split second I was paralyzed, afraid that maybe I had finally pushed him too far. Ever since we’d met our relationship had consisted of trying to best each other at almost everything while getting under each other’s skin, but it had never resulted in anything more than banter. But now, as my breaths quickened and my heart hammered against my ribcage, I feared I’d crossed a line.

           So when Bucky’s lips crashed against mine, my eyes widened in shock. He tasted of iced tea and his hand on my throat was cool, and it took a moment before I could gather my senses enough to shove him away from me. He released his grip on my throat but didn’t step back, his body still dangerously close to mine.

           “Barnes, wh-what are you doing?” I stuttered. His eyes were still intense as they continued to hold mine.

           “What’s wrong, (Y/N)? Did you think I was actually going to hurt you?”

           “Of course not,” I scoffed, but Bucky shook his head with a smirk.

           “I could feel your pulse, doll; your heart rate spiked,” he murmured. “So either you were scared, or you’re a lot filthier than everyone thinks you are. Which one is it?”

           Bucky’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t do something to me. I shouldn’t have even entertained the thought; I should have pushed past him and taken the snacks to the common room so we could watch the movie with Steve and Sam. But ever since I’d met Bucky there had been unresolved sexual tension between us, and my curiosity to see how he planned to resolve it outweighed my ability to make good decisions.

           “You don’t scare me, Barnes,” I said defiantly, and with a grin Bucky’s lips were back on mine. His hands found my hips as mine clenched at the front of his black t-shirt, backing me up against the counter, and when my teeth grazed his bottom lip he growled into my mouth.

           “I had a feeling you were the type of girl to like it rough,” he breathed, hands on my hips tightening. I tugged at his shirt to pull him closer to me.

           “Are you telling me you’ve given this some thought, Barnes?” I taunted. His lips were hot on my throat as I spoke. “Do you think about me at night while you’re lying in bed and can’t sleep?”

           “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it, (Y/N),” Bucky replied as he nipped playfully at the shell of my ear. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

           “Oh, you mean the disgust?”

           Bucky laughed. “You can use sass to deflect all you want, doll; doesn’t change the fact that you’ve thought about this as much as I have.”

           He wasn’t wrong. I’d thought about what it would be like more often than I’d like to admit even to myself – Surely with a body like that, it wouldn’t disappoint. I only smiled demurely, though, fingers closing around Bucky’s belt buckle to pull him closer to me.

           “A lady never tells,” I murmured. Bucky’s smirk was wicked.

           “I don’t see any ladies here.”

           I rolled my eyes as my fingers undid his belt buckle and then popped the button of his jeans. “Shut up for once, Barnes,” I growled, “so we can do this before Steve and Sam come looking for us.”

           Before I could get my hand in his pants, Bucky was lifting me and sitting me on the cool marble countertop and standing between my legs, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re such a romantic,” he taunted as his hands rubbed up and down my thighs. I huffed.

           “Fuck you, Barnes.”

           “That’s the plan.”

           Then his mouth was back on mine, hands exploring skin under shirts as tongues fought for dominance. When we broke apart to catch our breaths, I grinned mischievously.

           “How about we make this interesting,” I suggested, and Bucky cocked a dark eyebrow.

           “More interesting than us hooking up in the kitchen where anyone could walk in on us?” he said, fingertips grazing the skin just below the cup of my bra. I suppressed a soft moan and flashed him my brightest smile.

           “First one to make a noise loses.”

           I watched as Bucky’s eyes went from widening in shock to narrowing as a slow grin spread across his face. “(Y/N)…” he murmured, squeezing my hips playfully. “What will the stakes be, though?”

           “If I win,” I said, ���you have to do all my paperwork for a month.”

           “Deal,” he said, more quickly than I had expected. I arched an eyebrow.

           “That easy? Wow,” I said, almost cautiously.

           Bucky’s smile was a mile wide. “And if I win,” he murmured, “you go on a date with me.”

           I blinked, thinking maybe I had heard him wrong. But his smile never faltered, bordering on smug as he watched what was sure to be an entire rollercoaster of emotions on my face. Finally, I shook my head, confused.

           “I’m sorry, did you say a date?” I asked incredulously. “Barnes, are you messing with me?”

           “Not at all, doll,” he replied. “If I win, we go out on a date. I get to pick the time and place. Do we have a deal?”

           “A date.” My head was still reeling. Bucky’s hands on me had stilled, and although his smile was still playful his eyes were serious. I pursed my lips, unsure of what game he was playing at, but finally I exhaled a sigh and nodded. “Fine. Deal. Game on, but only because I know I’ll win and I won’t have to worry about it.”

           Blue eyes sparkling, Bucky captured my lips in another hungry kiss. My hands were back at the waistband of his jeans, fingertips dancing along the skin of his abdomen and as his muscles clenched under my touch I grinned into the kiss. Tugging down his zipper, I slipped my hand into the denim and palmed him through his underwear, delighted with how large and solid he was. I could feel his sharp intake of breath as his lips briefly stilled against mine, but no noise came out and my brows furrowed together in frustration. Hand slipping past the cotton of his boxer briefs, I gripped him in my hand, marvelling briefly at how hot and heavy and velvety-soft yet rock-hard he was, and then gave a few experimental pumps.

           Bucky’s breath came out ragged and his hands on my waist tightened in a bruising grip, but still no noise. When I pulled back to meet his eyes, though, he looked absolutely wrecked and I could feel the arousal pooling in my panties. His hands found the waistband of my leggings and tugged lightly, and I lifted my hips so he could slide them and my underwear from my body to be discarded on the floor at his feet. My fingers were still wrapped around his throbbing member, but when Bucky’s flesh hand snaked between my thighs to swipe lightly through my folds, I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning, my grip on him tightening involuntarily.

          Bucky’s teeth clenched, but then he pulled his hand away from me and I was about to glare at him until I watched him lift his fingers, glistening with my arousal, to his mouth to suck them clean, his eyes holding mine the entire time.

          Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest, most sinful thing I had ever seen before. Unable to wait a second longer, I hooked my legs around Bucky’s waist to pull him closer, my hand guiding his length to my entrance. With sparkling eyes he took over, sliding his member through my slick folds before sliding home in one powerful thrust.

          The air was momentarily knocked from my lungs, and my hands gripped Bucky’s arms – one hot flesh and one unyielding metal – to ground myself. He only gave me a few seconds to adjust to his size before he was pulling out and then pushing back in, setting a ruthless pace that had every nerve in my body buzzing with pleasure. I had imagined sex with Bucky would be good, but this – This was on an entirely different level from what I had ever experienced before. I was climbing higher and faster than I’d thought possible, and even though I wanted to be able to drag out this feeling as long as I could, I knew it was only a matter of time before Steve and Sam started getting suspicious.

          Bucky’s mouth had been planting sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on my throat, but now his lips had made their way back up to claim mine heatedly. His hands on me were dizzying, bordering on possessive, holding me tight to him as he drove into me with vigor. My legs around him tightened, one hand under his shirt to rake my nails down his back while the other carded through his hair to tug at the ends. It was all tongues and teeth, hot flesh and desperate grasping, and as we climbed higher it felt less like a competition of who could make who cry out first, and more like a need to be as close to each other as humanly possible.

          Trying to focus on my original goal, I purposely clenched around Bucky and rolled my hips, but his resolve was iron-strong and the only thing I earned was a particularly hard thrust as his teeth nipped at my jaw. When his vibranium hand snaked down to rub circles on my clit, that was it; I couldn’t stop the low moan that vibrated past my lips. I wanted to be mad at myself for losing our bet, but Bucky’s cock and his hands and lips were playing me like a violin and all I could focus on was how tight the coil in my stomach was.

          “Bucky…” I whined, completely succumbing to my defeat, and a growl rumbled in Bucky’s chest as he continued to piston his hips into me.

          “Come for me, doll,” he panted, fingers working my clit furiously. He swallowed my moan in a deep kiss and then pulled away, his forehead pressed to mine. “C’mon, (Y/N); you’re close, I can feel it. Come for me, baby girl.”

          And just like that, the coil snapped and stars exploded in my eyes. I bit down on Bucky’s shoulder to muffle my cry, and then Bucky’s hips stuttered and he was emptying himself inside me with a quiet groan. For a minute we stayed there, clutching at each other as our breathing slowed, and then Bucky was pulling out of me and I slid off the counter onto unsteady feet.

          I coughed, trying to fill the now-awkward silence, and as Bucky handed me my discarded clothes, I mumbled a thanks. As I yanked my leggings back up my legs, I watched Bucky shimmy his hips back into his jeans before buckling his belt. I was waiting for him to say something, but he was being frustratingly silent.          

          “Steve and Sam are definitely wondering where we are,” he finally said, grabbing some beers from the fridge. “We should get back in there before they ask too many questions.”

          “Wait.” I shook my head. “After what just happened, that’s all you have to say?”

          “Of course not, doll,” he said, and then he came over and stood so that I was caged between him and the counter. His smile was wicked as he leaned in until his face was centimetres from mine, and I hated the way my body was reacting to being this close to him. “Tomorrow night,” he murmured, hot breath fanning over my face, “wear something pretty for our date.”

          With that he pulled away with a wink and turned, heading back to the common room. I glared after him, but it was half-hearted. My stomach was doing flip-flops and I tried to suppress them as I grabbed the chips and salsa and followed Bucky to the common room.

          “So what movie did you guys pick?” I asked as I walked in, forcing myself to act as if nothing had happened. I set the chips and salsa on the coffee table and popped a chip into my mouth.

          “Top Gun,” Steve replied, and I nodded my approval. I turned to my chair as Sam hit ‘play’ on the remote, but froze when I found Bucky sitting there, grinning up at me like the Cheshire cat.

          “Something wrong, doll?” he asked, face smug, and I could feel my neck grow hot.

          “You’re in my chair, Barnes.”

          His arms swept wide around the room. “There are plenty of seats in here. You can’t claim a chair as yours.”

          “Except I always sit there,” I growled, and Bucky shrugged.

          “That sounds like a you problem.”

          “Fine,” I said, and then I walked over and plopped down into his lap. “If you won’t move, you’ll have to share.”

          I could feel Bucky’s muscles tense up beneath me, and Steve and Sam both looked at us with wide eyes. I only adjusted myself in Bucky’s lap, though, making myself more comfortable, and finally Bucky’s arm circled loosely around me as he chuckled.

          “I guess I can share,” he teased lightly, and Sam shook his head.

          “You two are the worst,” he griped. “Just…keep your hands where we can see them. You’ve already defiled the kitchen; this room is off limits.”

          I blanched. “What?”

          Steve rolled his eyes. “Do you really think we don’t know what was going on out there?” he asked. “I don’t care how quiet you think you were being; you seem to forget that supersoldier hearing is a thing.”

          The blush crept up my neck, and Bucky chuckled ruefully. “Sorry, Stevie. We’ll behave.”

          “You’d better. Goddamn animals,” Sam grumbled. My embarrassment grew, but as the movie started to play the guys’ attention was diverted. Bucky’s arm around me tightened and his lips were light at my ear.

          “How about we make that date tonight instead,” he murmured. “I wanna do this right, but I also don’t think I can wait until tomorrow night to be inside you again.”

          I sucked in a sharp breath. “Bucky…”

          “Ssh, doll, I told Stevie we’d behave. Watch the movie, and I promise I’ll make tonight a night you’ll never forget.”

          A shiver ran down my spine, but I strengthened my resolve and settled in to watch the movie. After all, I was never one to back down from a challenge.

[nachotrash]

MORE INCORRECT QUOTES WITH MY MOOTS

ft: @catchmewiddershins @lilikags and @paradise-creator // no haikyuu boys this time

Pauline: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this? Wid, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

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Pauline: We're having a baby. Shiyu: Oh, congradu- Wid, slamming adoption papers onto teh table: It's you, sign here.

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Pauline: Why are there little handprints all over the walls? Shiyu, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls? Wid, whispering: Because I have little hands. Shiyu: Because they have little hands.

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Wid: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

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Lili: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.

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Wid: Pros and cons of dating me. Wid: Pros. You'll be the cute one. Wid: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

(cons. you're the smart one😔)

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Shiyu: Sure, you're verified on twitter, but are you verified in the eyes of god?

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Pauline: Theater kids are just choir kids who joined forces with the band and strings kids.

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Shiyu: Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

(*lipbites in 166 cm*)

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Wid: I don't dab. I stab.

(nOw WhEarE HAvE i SeEn ThIs BeFoRe)

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Shiyu: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

(t-pose to assert dominance)

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Shiyu, as a child, reading their school assignment out loud: I love my library because... Shiyu, mouthing words while writing: I love reading, fuck you.

(lmao baby nacho really be bold)

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Shiyu: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

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Lili: It's not ugly, just aesthetically challenged.

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Pauline: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.

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Pauline: All of your existences are confusing. The Squad: How so? Pauline: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.

(we are the squad now)

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Lili: Blackmail is such an ugly word. I prefer extortion. The X makes it sound cool.

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Wid: Real life should have a fucking search function, or something. Wid: I need my socks.

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Pauline: New year, same me. Because I'm perfect.

(yes yes you are how dare you)

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Shiyu: Yeah I'm LGBT. Shiyu: cuLt leader. Shiyu: God hates me personally. Shiyu: cowBoy hat. Shiyu: *sniffles* Trying my best.

(my asexual ass be like;)

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Wid: *plays shreksophone* Wid: Woo. Wid: Time to listen to this on loop for all eternity. Shiyu: ...Genius coping mechanism my friend

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Shiyu: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Pauline: Killed without hesitation.

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Pauline: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

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Pauline: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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Pauline: I hate Lili. Shiyu: "Hate' is a strong word. Pauline: I have strong opinions.

(oh no)

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Wid: How does that even work? Shiyu, mocking them: hOw dO yOu UsE a cOmPUteR aNd KnOw wHaTS GoiNg oN iT DoEsNt mAke SeNSe?! Wid: Your face doesnt make sense.

(...fair enough)

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Pauline: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

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Pauline: My stomach growled super loud in French. Pauline: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class. Shiyu: Bonjour. Lili: Le growl. Wid: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

(reminds me of the 'ill speak french between your legs' tumblr legend and im wheezing)

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Shiyu: *tapping fingers on table* Lili: *taps fingers back furiously* Wid: …What’s going on? Pauline: Morse code. They’re talking. Shiyu: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … - Lili: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

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Shiyu: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely. Wid, Lili, & Pauline: Okay. Shiyu: If you don't want to die, give me all your money. Wid: Bold of you to assume I have money. Lili: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die. Pauline: Bold of you to assume I can die.

(pauline is a goddess. goddesses cant die)

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Lili: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong? Wid: Strong. Shiyu: Weak. Pauline: An idiot, is what your are.

(as long as you dont flinch or scream youre strong. unless you get punched in the gut by someone like ushijima ofc)

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Shiyu: Those darn tall old people. Wid: Darm em' indeed. Pauline: Don't worry, they'll be gone soon enough. Lili: *sharpening knife* Yes. Dead. The Squad: Lili: Hahaha. Lili: ...Is this self-destructive behaviour?

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Wid: Oh god, they texted you ‘hi.’’ punctuation only means one thing, Pauline. They're mad at you. Pauline: No, it's Shiyu. They're just being gramatically correct! *meanwhile* Shiyu: And then I used a period so they'd know that I'm mad at them. Lili: A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'. Shiyu: I stand by my choice.

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Wid: What do we think of Shiyu? *pause* Lili: *sighs* Nice pal. Pauline: I think they're gay.

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Wid: Where is Shiyu? Pauline: I'll do you one better, who is Shiyu?? Lili: Here's a better question, why is Shiyu?

(i dont know man. ive been trying to figure it out for the last few years)

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Wid: On the count of three, what’s your favorite cake? Wid & Lili: One, two, three- Wid & Lili: Chocolate cake, peanutbutter frosting, and chocolate chunks! Shiyu: Our turn, Pauline! One, two, three- Shiyu: Vanilla! Pauline: I’ve never had cake before. What is cake?

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Pauline: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am- Wid: A doll. Shiyu: A cinnamon roll. Lili: A sweetheart. Pauline: Pauline: ...stop it.

(cant deny the truth bby)

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Wid, Pauline & Shiyu: *screaming* Lili: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Shiyu?! Wid: Wait, why are you asking Shiyu that when Pauline and I are also here? Lili: Because Shiyu wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

(i mean... its true )

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Pauline: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Wid: Fucking Shiyu and Lili were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

(manifests dvalin cause i wanna ride on their back and fall off)

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Lili: Wake me up- Wid: Before you go go Shiyu: When September ends Pauline: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

(cant wake up- WAKE ME UP INSIDE)

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Shiyu, watching Pauline & Lili panic : What's going on? Wid: Pauline is having a midlife crisis and Lili is just having a crisis.

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Lili: *Gasp* Pauline: wHAT?? Lili: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish? Pauline: *inhales* Wid, in another room with Shiyu: Why can I hear screeching?

(shiyu: same shit different day)

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Shiyu: Christmas is cancelled. Wid: You can't cancel a holiday. Shiyu: Keep it up, Wid, and you'll lose New Year's too. Wid: What does that mean? Shiyu: Lili, take New Year's away from Wid.

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Pauline: So, are they your friend or... Lili: They’re like Wid, but if Wid was ordered to be around you. Pauline: Oh, so Shiyu. Lili: Precisely!

(if its about how annoyed i always look then you ahve a point)

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Wid: You’re just being paranoid. Again. Pauline: When have I been paranoid? Wid: Um, when you first met Lili you thought they were an undercover cop…? Pauline: No one has a wart that big, I thought it was a surveillance camera! Wid: And last year you were sure Shiyu was a mermaid! Pauline: They hate wearing shirts! COINCIDENCE?! *Later, when Pauline’s theory is proven wrong* Wid: Do you have anything to say for yourself? Pauline: I still think Shiyu is a mermaid.

(id gladly be one)

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*Wid drunkenly wanders around the manor and Lili is drunkenly giggling* Shiyu, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the wold, Pauline. Pauline, going to their room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

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Wid: We need to distract these guys. Lili: Leave it to me. Lili: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Pauline & Shiyu: *immediately begin arguing*

(*pulls out dictionary*)

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Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle. Shiyu, with Wid and Lili behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?! Police: Yes…three. Shiyu: Oh, my God— What the fuck!? Police: Wha- Shiyu: Pauline FUCKING FELL OFF!

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Wid: What is love? Pauline: An emotional minefield. Shiyu: A neurochemical reaction. Lili: Baby don't hurt me.

(BECAUSE FUCK EMOTIONS)

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Pauline: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions? Wid: Put spaghetti in it. Pauline: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you. Lili: Put spaghetti in it. Pauline: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two. Shiyu: Put spaghetti in it. Pauline: I am no longer taking suggestions.

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Shiyu, pointing to the wall: What color is this? Pauline: Gray. Lili: Grey. Shiyu, turning to Wid: Now tell them what color you think it is. Wid: Dark white.

[crystalelemental]

Eirika: “Oh great.  Second place.  And last place among the top four.  This sucks.”

Ephraim: “What’s wrong with second place?  You got the Brave alt, sis.”

Eirika: “I was supposed to beat you!”

Ephraim: “Beat me?”

Eirika: “This was my chance!  I had first place by midterms, and it was taken from me, and now I’m in the same place you are but years later!  After everything, people still see me as just a worse you!”

Marianne: “I’m sorry.  If I hadn’t taken first place from you-”

Eirika, holding her face: “Shhhhhshshsh.  No.  You have done nothing wrong ever, and we love you.”

Marianne: “I don’t deserve your kindness.”

Eirika, whispering: “You deserve everything.”

Byleth: O_O *points to self*

Eirika: “You deserve nothing!  Get out of here, loser!”

Byleth: O_O, *sadness*

Eirika: “Freaks me the fuck out…”

Ephraim: “I can understand how you feel, but you still won second, and second really matters!”

Camilla: “Exactly!  I mean, I was first, but second is fine, given how many people spite voted Micaiah to throw me off.”

Eirika: “Wait, spite voting?”

Camilla: “Oh yes, it’s when a bunch of people vote for a character not because they love them, but because they hate the alternative so much they’ll refuse to vote based on their preference and instead vote for someone with a chance to ruin the one they hate.  That’s why I wasn’t second in CYL2.”

Veronica: “It’s true.  I’m only here because enough people hate Camilla to offset those who love her.  I don’t even think I’m that popular.  I was probably just going to be that one weirdly high-ranking OC for that year, who’d drop like a rock immediately after.”

Lysithea: “I had fewer votes than Marth and am only here because of gendered divisions.”

Eirika: “Okay, I’m going to need you all to be honest with me.  None of this matters, does it?  My winning or losing had no value either way.”

Ephraim: “What kind of mentality is that supposed to be?”

Eirika: “Ephraim, listen.  Maybe in your time, second place meant something. You lost to Hector, one of the fan favorites, and to Celica, who recently migrated into existence in a meaningful way.  Your competition mattered.”

Ephraim: “We had Veronica win our year, Eirika.  Veronica.”

Veronica: “What is that supposed to mean?”

Ephraim: “You don’t exactly have much going on.  You were a big antagonist initially, but all you had even then was sad angry child.  Nowadays you’re really just an ally that refuses to admit you’ve gone soft, and your popularity was clearly a mix of being barely passable as an archetype and spite voting Camilla out.”

Veronica: “A fair assessment, but words can still hurt.”

Eirika: “But at least your competition mattered.  Being here just feels like a joke anymore, and being second is a disgrace.”

Ephraim: “Listen, losing to Marianne and Marth isn’t anything to be ashamed of.  They’re good first place picks.”

Eirika: “Marth didn’t get first.  He was second.”

Ephraim: “Wait, what?  But...Chrom didn’t get in, so who-”

Gatekeeper: “Greetings, everyone!  Nothing to report!”

Ephraim: “I...don’t even know this person.”

Eirika: “He’s Gatekeeper.”

Ephraim: “Yes, I can tell from the uniform, but what’s his name?”

Eirika: “He does not have one.”

Ephraim: “...what?”

Eirika: “No one knows his name.  Not even the people from Fodlan during his time.  He was just some guy that stood at the gates of their academy and guarded things.  According to some, guarded them badly.”

Ephraim: “...huh.”

Eirika: “We all lost to that.”

Marianne: “I’m just happy to know others think so highly of me.”

Ephraim: “Marianne’s got the right idea.”

Eirika: “But this is supposed to be a prestigious event!  And we all lost to a nameless nobody!  It wasn’t even close!  He had more than double Marianne’s votes, and therefore even more of a lead over me!  I’m less than half as important and interesting in the eyes of the people as this guy!  We’re past the point where important figures seem to matter to anyone, and we’re all just consolation prizes after random selections!  It’s a disgrace!”

Ephraim: “Eirika, I think maybe you need to hear some advice Duessel once gave to me, that might cheer you up.”

Eirika: “I really do not need war advice from that man.”

Ephraim: “The only HP that matters is zero.”

Eirika: “...that sounds exactly like something he’d say.  What is that supposed to mean?”

Ephraim: “It means that it doesn’t matter how much is left, or how close something comes.  At the end of the day, there are only two distinct states of being: Alive, or dead.  Victory, or defeat.  And you won today, Eirika.  That’s all that matters.”

Eirika: “But it feels like it should matter!  This is meant to be a means of determining who people love.  What stories they hold close to their hearts, and the characters that stirred their passions and imaginations!  The means and nuance of outcomes should matter!”

Ephraim: “But they don’t.”

Eirika: “But that’s completely dissatisfying!”

Ephraim: “Yes, Eirika.  Yes it is.  But hey, look at it this way.  Second place can be just as good or better than first place.”

Eirika: “Wouldn’t they give more to the winners?”

Ephraim: “I mean they get a cool skill, but look at the last few years.  Veronica ranked last in my run, and she was the best of us for years.”

Veronica: “It’s true.  Everyone was afraid of me.”

Ephraim: “And Lyisthea was last place last year, and no one considers her a bad unit.”

Eirika: “I guess, but...Roy?  Eliwood?”

Ephraim: “Were still pretty good!  Every Brave alt does well for itself, even if it’s not a top threat.  And just remember that Alm won CYL3 and is considered the worst of all of them.”

Eirika: “I don’t know…”

Ephraim: “Then think about it this way.  Getting last place means last pick of weapon.”

Eirika: “How is that a good thing?  That just means I have even less say!”

Ephraim: “Well, what would the others pick?  Have you thought about it?”

Eirika: “Well, Marth will take sword, I’m sure.  And Gatekeeper has a lance so that’s likely blue down.  So I could have green or colorless.”

Ephraim: “Exactly.  Green’s really good coverage for you, and Colorless...look, Colorless is the best color every year.  Veronica and Lyn absolutely dominated their competition until refines were given, Camilla was the strongest in a fairly underwhelming bunch, and Claude honestly had more variety than the others and is likely to stand the test of time.  If you’re Colorless, you’re in the clear.”

Eirika: “Okay, but...what if you’re wrong, and they make me a blue unit?  What if I’m a lance cav?”

Ephraim, placing a hand on her shoulder: “Then all is dust, Eirika.  All is as dust.”

[motleyfools]

happier than ever

You call me again, drunk in your Benz Drivin' home under the influence You scared me to death, but I'm wastin' my breath 'Cause you only listen to your fuckin' friends I don't relate to you I don't relate to you, no 'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty You made me hate this city

words: 3.2k plot: emma and tomo’s relationship, in a nutshell. trigger warnings: abuse, assault, drugs, cheating, violence, blood, suicidal ideation, nsfw

Five years is a lifetime when you’ve just begun your twenties. It’s half a decade of years so formative and important that you don’t really realize their importance until they have flown past.

Emma spent those years with Tomo.

[ SEPTEMBER 2014 ]

A twenty-one year old goes to an Outkast concert. She gets propositioned by a guy. Rough, pushy, handsy, it’s enough to make her feel suffocated, plan paths of escape or desperately look for a face in the crowd that could intervene. Then he comes in with his buddies and they all but rescue her. How ironic Emma thinks, years later. What a Disney-ified, damsel in distress moment to have and to meet by.

They spend the rest of the concert together, follow it up with an after hours at Los Coyotes, wolfing down soft shells in between food-spitting laughter. Emma, Tomo, and his two buddies. The energy is infectious, and she doesn’t want to say goodbye at the end of the night. It’s a feeling she has never felt before; those sparks in his eyes that are in hers too, the way he grounds and floors her. They exchange numbers and Emma’s face lights up as she’s getting off her Muni owl: it’s a text from him.

It doesn’t take long for his contact name to acquire an Emoji heart next to it, the girl who ridiculed these kinds of things in high school now finding herself enamoured, head-over-heels, and not caring for the criticisms of formerly cynical self.

[ OCTOBER ] A month later and she’s packed up and moved into his place, about as happy as she has ever been of late; everything in life falls into place with him, just makes sense.

[ NOVEMBER ] He gets エマ tattooed on his collarbone; her name in katakana. She gets 23, his lucky number.

They spend thanksgiving with her mom in Cupertino. Frankie hasn’t seen Emma this animated again in a long time, composes a poem about in her head as the green beans and pumpkin pie are passed around. Later of course, she pulls out the baby photos, much to Emma’s embarrassment and Tomo’s delight. “You were such a fat baby, Jesus,”  Tomo laughs. “She looks like she ate baby Jesus,” her mother quips.

When her mom falls asleep, they sneak out and climb up Emma’s childhood treehouse armed with blankets. They gaze at a sliver of night sky through a gap in the roof as Emma tells him her childhood dreams of flying to space and inventing computers that could contact extraterrestrial life. They kiss, they make love, Emma ponders her stance on marriage being outdated and for chumps and losers next to a snoring Tomo.

[ FEBRUARY 2015 ] Their first Valentine’s day together they drop acid at Pier 39. An irate parent yells at them for making out on the merry-go-round in view of children; have they no shame.

She makes new friends, dozens, someone always at their place as Tomo plays them new tracks, smoke weed together, and watch the oil projector light show make shapes on the ceiling. They talk about the future, fame, and world domination.

They don’t discuss babies because neither of them care for that sort of shit — but they do talk about moving into a bigger place together, maybe getting a dog or two — the breed is subject of many arguments.

[ MARCH ] In peak puppy fever, Emma adopts a two year old rescue bulldog named Tito. It’s the first, tiny sign of a crack in their relationship, of dissent — she thinks she sees Tomo glare at the precious pup when he thinks she isn’t looking. But maybe she imagined it. He does shed and slobber uncontrollably after all, and her boyfriend happens to be a clean freak.

[ JULY ] That summer, Emma braves a plane once more to see Tomo play in Atlanta. His set is off the walls and for the first time, she is amazed to see just how many fans he has, how far this boyfriend of hers has come from making tracks in his living room. It’s just too bad she is fast asleep when he tiptoes out of their hotel room to meet one of said fans for a back-alley blowjob.

They roadtrip across the South to play some more venues and the pattern repeats itself in Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico. She wakes up in a cold sweat one night in Vegas, confused as to why he’s gone. “Out getting food. Got hungry.” The message hits her in a weird place, but she is tired, sleepy, and in a haze; Emma accepts, does not question. He even returns with some Taco Bell for her.

Timeskip — 3 years:

[ APRIL 2018 ]

Emma is on her hands and knees in a bathroom, vomit dripping off the toilet rim. She can’t remember how or why she got here, but she’s here. Everything seems to be swimming backwards. Eventually she is able to collect herself off the floor, splash water against her face and wall-to-wall stagger back out of the bathroom. It didn’t work, she’s purged the worst of it but still feeling funny. “Oh, Emma, there you are.” A man’s hands wrap around her. He says he’s friends with Tomo. Says he’ll take her to him. Fade to black.

Waking up with strange bruises should not become a norm, but it does. Emma dismisses it, goes to work, does her best.

Things with Tomo are a violent rollercoaster; some days are great, some days nondescript; and some days downright nightmarish. They fight, throw shit, break shit, yell at each other. Things almost border on the unacceptable as words turn into threats, threats turn to action. A hand around the throat; a body pinned to the wall — her body, of course. His weed grinder he threw that hit her in the head which he swore he’d meant to only toss at the wall. It never crosses a line into the unacceptable, though. That’s what Emma tells herself. He might push her down on the bed, sure, but a bed was soft. He might squeeze her throat in the heat of an argument, but never so much that she’s passing out. He doesn’t hit, kick, or punch her. That was what abusers did, not him. 

She tells herself he can’t help it, his mother used to punish him and his father didn’t love him and now he lashes out the only way he knows how, on the only person he can. He didn’t grown up in as loving a home like she did. He had his reasons. It was okay. They were okay. And the makeup sex afterwards? The best ever.

[ MAY 2018 ]  A month later and Emma is walking in on some girl riding Tomo’s dick like the world was ending, right there on their couch. On their goddamn couch they picked out together, hauled up the stairs with the delivery men. Somehow, the worst part about it all, Emma’s fucked up brain tells her, is that Tito is there to witness it. Her innocent, furry son, witnessing his ‘dad’ for all intents and purposes, cheating on his mom. A ridiculously thought but one she has nonetheless as she’s driving away, Tito next to her in the passenger seat. She goes to sleep at a friend’s and sobs the entire night.

Despite herself, she doesn’t break up with him; but the rift is a mile wide and constantly palpable. Tomo becomes relentlessly apologetic. Not only does he beg forgiveness, he does it live on-air at a radio station, on social media, Emma bombarded by strangers she doesn’t know writing her to take him back. Then he goes and uses her personal kryptonite pulls a Lloyd Dobler outside her work with a Cocorosie song she was absolutely weak for. She hates making a public scene but the sentimental part of her is melting at the gesture, the boombox, all of it. Emma stays. He’d been a shitbag, but he was her shitbag, with all his lovable and terrible qualities wrapped into one person, and she just had to take the shit with the good. Because there was no one else she’d rather be with, ripping side-stitches from too much laughter at four in the morning, tears in her eyes for a good reason this time, from one of his horrifying jokes. 

He was hers and she was his, that’s just how it was to be. Well, as much as she could call him hers when he seemed to be everybody else’s in the process.

Emma does ridiculous, degrading, uncomfortable things in the name of love, and yet in the end she can’t hold on to the love she had for him in the beginning. Way back when they were going up on that ferris wheel at the pier and he looked at her like he had nothing but love in this world, for her. That was what hurt the most, because now the ferris wheel only went down.

There are threesomes, fivesomes, sixsomes, so many bodies in between hers and the one she loves, all in the name of exciting him, holding onto him, trying to be something for him that measured up to Enough. But none of it is enough. None of it makes him happy, nor did it make her happy. She gives him an inch and he takes a mile and then demands more, smiling with blood in his mouth.  She breaks down and becomes something she doesn’t recognize in the mirror. Whether it was an act of revenge or desperation, or finally wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine, Emma sleeps with Corey, one of his best friends. She takes pictures, sends them to him “by accident”. She hates herself through it all, every moment of it, mostly for what he made her into. And yet, underneath all the layers of attempts at hurting him she was really just crawling on all fours, begging him to love her again, need her and want he the way he did in the beginning. Craving to get that first hit back, the one she had been on a residue high off of for four years, the one that now tasted metallic and rancid in her throat.

The worst part? Tomo doesn’t care. He texts her back, telling her to have fun, to send more pictures. She’s never felt this hollow, this empty, this non-entity of a being. The day of her high school graduation flashes in her mind, her dad telling her to never lose her identity, the core of what made her, her. Emma took that core and probably threw it into the Pacific. Somewher between Japan and California, it lies at the bottom of the ocean. 

[ APRIL 2019 ]

Turns out, Emma could draw a line, and that line was becoming accessory to a drug deal. She knew Tomo sold on the side to make up for all the money going into the records, but it had always been a few pills here and there, nothing big. But this? Fentanyl, Xanax, bricks of coke and hash? It was a lot. It was too much.

He sells the drugs and her to go with it, and that’s the end right there. The package she delivers to the apartment he asks her to deliver it to turns into a hostage situation, and she leaves hours later, bruises and caked blood on her. She can’t go home, doesn’t want to. She wants to jump off the bridge she’s crossing from Oakland back to the city. Any bridge, any of them would do. She understands why people jump from the Golden Gate now, or maybe always had. She was there now, climbing the railings, she was ready. She wanted that plunge so badly, would be sad to leave one parent, but good to be reunited with the other. Maybe there she’d be happy, maybe there she’d find peace. 

She calls Ben that night. She’s dry eyed and unemotional, but as soon as she gets the right words, verbalizes her situation, she’s sobbing again. Tomo is out of the city, across the country in Philly on tour. Now was the time, if there was any time for it. She’s not even done with the call when Ben is getting in his car to drive to her. It’s 6 hours from Ojai to San Francisco; he tells her he’ll be there in five. She never deserved a friend like him and never would, Emma thinks as she packs, hastily because somehow Tomo walking through the front door as a ‘surprise’ wouldn’t be out of the question. In the end, she can’t pack everything, has to leave so much behind, her records, books, knickknacks. Five years in this apartment and she’s leaving all of it behind, making a getaway in the middle of the night like some kind of burglar.

By three in the morning he’s here, and they get to packing her suitcases in the car, stacking them as best as they fit in his trunk and backseat, all of Tito’s things and then Tito on a bed in the seat in the back. Emma is in busy mode, stacking and packing everything as fast she can, still somewhere in the back of her mind thinking Tomo would appear at the last minute, and how with Ben here, things could get ugly. She doesn’t want them to get ugly. She loved him far too much to see him have to deal with Tomo, the only person in that specific firing line should be her and no one else.

They drive off. She only feels herself unclench an hour out of Daly City, somewhere in between the Bay and Southern California, where she can exhale. She’s still looking behind them constantly, wondering if every passing car could somehow be him. The saddest, most desperate part of all this that a part of her wants him to have followed. One last ditch attempt to get her back. An all out attempt, one where he would get on both knees and apologize, swear to never be this way again and follow through with it, because he was her person, he was her only person, there was nobody else in this world for her but him, but what do you do when you had to run from your person in the dead of night?

She pulls her raincoat tighter when they stop to get gas, a cold and windy middle of nowhere gas station. She’s not sure how she ends up embracing him, but they’re in it, and feeling someone’s arms around her, somebody that actually cares, who’d never hurt her, who was family, was her mom and his sister and everybody she loved rolled into one, feels like a reprieve. She feels like dirt for making him do this, making him worry, Emma was a piece of shit for that.

She says as much. He tells her to shut up, that she’s nothing like that and this was nothing that he wouldn’t have done for her on any night, any time at all. And maybe that, that was the night she fell in love with him a little bit, or realized she had always been, all along, but God likes to play Lucifer’s games with the little lives he watches over, and it wasn’t made to be, too late anyway since she’d left her heart in somebody else’s hands where it would stay. And he doesn’t need a mess like her anyway, just thinking of the name Catarina was enough. It had been five years but she still remembered the day like yesterday. How low he had been back then. How they would get high together and feel miserable together because at least they had that. They had Weetzie too, but she hadn’t experienced loss like they had, she sympathized but she’d never know what this particular slice of hell was like. But Ben and Emma knew. She knew it in that part of her ribs that met his, and she did not know what she would do if she didn’t have that, have Ben Abrams in her life. 

[ MARCH 2021 ]

Fast forward two years, and the ex is in town. Here, in Los Angeles. That very ex you worked so hard to forget, to heal from, to act like he wasn’t there. And yet, reminders of him were constantly there, everywhere. She doesn’t tell her friends, doesn’t tell anybody he’s in town, just balks when his so called best friend turns up in her neighborhood. She nearly grabs Tito and runs the other way, but it had been too late for that and they have a forced, awkward catch-up. He’s oblivious to anything happening, had barely known about her and Tomo breaking up. Figures, Emma thought, that he would act like nothing happened at all.

He’s in town, and every day she goes to work dreading something happening. She thinks she sees him outside the tattoo parlor’s window, but it’s someone else entirely. She’s losing it again, losing sleep, falling prey to her nightmares. Has a boyfriend now but even that doesn’t help, if anything, he’s a guilty reminder of just how little progress she had made, because she couldn’t devote the time and attention somebody like that needed in her life. Not when all she could think about was him.

The worst part is that once he’s long gone again, back up north, she’s feeling that hollow feeling again. Feeling upset that he didn’t seek her out, didn’t come see her. Even though she knew what an unmitigated disaster that would’ve been, the horrible, rotten part of her wanted it. Of course it wanted it. Two years and her skin still itched for him like an addict longing to be in the throes of fullblown relapse. But he didn’t track her down, call, or text, and that was that. Her only run-in with him involves a party flyer papered on a wall, his name in big stylized letters as the headlining DJ at the club. She stares at that flyer for a little too long, it burns itself in her eye like she’d looked at the sun for too long. And then she does the worst thing she could probably do, go on instagram. Only to find he has a new girlfriend. A brunette with tattoos who looked fun and flirty and everything she had been all those years ago.

That was the last tip of the scale. She reactivates her Tinder, finds some half okay looking guy, makes plans to meet him that night. It’s terrifying, so terrifying going through with, but she gets sufficiently drunk, then high on top of that, and goes through with it. Thinking of another boy’s name the entire time, his face, his body, hands and all the rest. Twelve hours later she’s leaving his apartment, no longer the nun of two years she’d become and feeling shitty about that on top of everything else. It was probably time to go see Karen again she thinks, smoking a cigarette under the sun that melts her while waiting for her Uber home. Thanks friends, thanks family, I’ve made terrific process with all your help and am now back to square one. Thanks for everything.  

Maybe in a decade’s time. 

Maybe she’d be over it by then.  

[missdilucesco]

Not Yet

Art by @venranae

Word count: 2.7k

Based on my head cannon that Shigaraki gets way too sensitive after his orgasm.

My immesurable thanks to @peppermint-tea-and-chill for editing it, you are the sweetest person ever and I problaby would never post it without your help.

Warnings: Light bondage, overstimulation and toture post-orgasm.

“Okay, this is getting stupid,” Shigaraki grunted from beneath you. “I’m not putting this thing on.”

You weren’t surprised by his complaints. To be honest, he was much more compliant than first expected. When you had first shown him the ropes, his ragged mouth opened only to degrade you, calling you a dirty pervert yet never resisting as his hands and legs were tied on the sides of the bed. However, the sight of the collar gave him second thoughts. It was just a simple black leather strip with metal attachments, but damn it would look good on him. His face held a shadow of worry, his lips pressed together almost in a little pout and a blush spread over the pale skin of his face and thin neck. It was cute how nervous he looked in his tipsy state.

“But the bet was that the loser would be the winner’s slave for the rest of the night. This is what I want for the night” You shook the black collar, a light jingling noise filling the air. “Are you going back on your word?”

Shigaraki settling instead for a fixed stare as if he were angry enough to seriously considering to kill you or not. Perhaps it was the alcohol in your system, but the murderous gaze hardly bothered you. Being the dangerous and wicked man he was, Shigaraki could end you at a moment’s notice, ropes or not. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t the type to do things he didn’t want to do. If he was naked and tied to a bed with someone sitting on him, it was just another one of his many kinks and exactly where he wanted to be.

“Are you going to disappoint me…” You leaned over his skinny body, touching your naked chests together. You playfully nipped his earlobe and finished in a breathy whisper, “…Or are you going to be a good boy?”  

“You can go to hell if you think I’ll ever put that on,” he snorted. This was obviously his attempt to intimidate you and take back control of the situation. “So why don’t you at least put that ass to use and ride my cock or untie me?”  

Predictable. He was such a brat all the time. There was no way Shigaraki would be any different in bed, even if he was drunk. He had too much pride to give in so easily and being vulnerable was never a choice to him. If you wanted to be the dominant in the room, you needed to get him to understand that you hold the reins now and he has no say anymore. Feeling excitement growing in your loins, you put the collar aside and his eyes gleamed in victory. That wouldn’t last long.

“You know,” you drawled, hands traveling slowly up his naked chest, raising goosebumps on his arms and finally stopping to firmly encircle his throat. A grin splintered across Shigaraki’s face. He smiled thinking that this was your attempt to choke him, like you were merely a kitten trying to use your tiny claws. “It’s kinda cute how you think you can boss me around while tied down like a fucking whore”. You leaned forward with every word, using the weight of your body to apply more pressure to his neck. Shigaraki released a scratchy puff of air in alarm. You really were choking him.

Instantly, the muscular chords in his neck flex under your hands as he got more agitated, trying to break free from your fierce grasp to breathe. It was difficult to hold the strong son of a bitch down, but he was such a sight like that; his eyes filling with reflexive tears, his snarling mouth trying in vain to suck in any air, his head pushing away from you and into the mattress and his face getting redder with each passing second. For a moment, his raising pulse and warmth under your hands made you feel so powerful, like you could break him at any moment.  You allowed yourself to fully bask in the power you had. It was as if he was such a little plaything and the air in his lungs was a gift, and you decided he didn’t deserve it right now.  

“You are my pet and I will do as I please. If I want to put you in a collar and slap that pretty face, I will. If I want to bite you and draw blood, I will. Now stop being a brat and behave like the fucking boytoy you are” Your confident and demanding tone surprised even yourself. His cock twitched a few times under your ass, aroused at your degradation.

Loosing up your grip a little so you could better hear one of his animalistic moans, you began to grind on him to create the friction he desperately needed. An ache thrummed up your arms from the effort of keeping a consistent pressure on Shigaraki’s throat, but it was all worth to see his eyes rolling to the back of his skull and his agape mouth twitch into a smile that in anyone else’s eyes would be considered creepy. You felt a tremor of excitement. “What? You like this? Tomura, you’re a bigger slut than I imagined.”  

Your heartbeat was running wild, beyond thrilled to finally be doing something you’ve always wanted to. Everything about his lewd reactions was too beautiful to stop now. You aggressively slammed your lips to his dry ones, swallowing his moans while never stopping the movement of your hips. This went on for a time before you decided maybe he deserved to breathe again. Pulling from the kiss, you slowly released him. Shigaraki coughed raggedly and sucked the air as a desperate dying man “Now, back to where we stopped earlier…”  

With heaving breaths, he watched as you put the collar around his sore neck, red eyes burning deeply in yours.  

“Color?” You asked, starting to genuinely worry that you had hurt him.

“Green.” He laughed dryly at your worried face.  

“Good.” Smiling as well, you sweetly caress his face. Your fingertips tracing a path from his cheek to his neck, feeling up the scars and rough patches. God, the contrast of the black leather on his neck was gorgeous. The pair of you locked eyes as you tugged his collar, smiling at the thought of making him wear a cockring next time.  

You kissed and licked around Shigaraki’s sensitive jaw line, making him shiver and yelp as your teeth sank in his flesh, coloring him with bites and hickeys, only slowing to a stop when his whole neck and chest were marked in hues of red and bite marks.  

“I… love your pretty collarbones,” you said, kissing them, “and I love to mark you… so there’s no doubt about who you belong to.”

Your words of possessiveness seemed to excite Shigaraki further, causing him to shove his hips upwards sharply, desperately trying to get  inside of you. You both gasped when the tip of his hard member slipped in.

“Ride me,” he demanded. The poor thing couldn’t go deeper on his own.

Your muscles coiled at how hard it was to resist that.

“If you want something, you have to ask for it.” Your voice may not have been as strong anymore, but you weren’t about to give up your upper hand. “Politely.”

Supporting yourself with your hands on his chest, you wiggled your hips to tease him. Shigaraki tried once again to thrust into you, but you moved away before he could, effectively making him lose his patience.  

“Goddamnit, just fucking take it!”

“Just fucking ask, then.”

You sounded way more relaxed than you really were; you wanted to impale yourself on his cock so badly… but you wanted him to beg for it more.

“Fuck it- Please, ride me. Are you happy now?”

“No bad words. Try again.”

“Fuck you!”

Denying your own pleasure, you moved your pulsing hole away from him. He didn’t spare any curse as your warmth left him. Maybe you have been spoiling him through the relationship.

“Oh, come on, don’t be a bitch about it,” his voice was aloof, but his eyes burned in need. “Just do it.”

“Not until you exercise some manners.”

“I’m not-” You interrupted him the man with a slap, just strong enough to stun him.

He may have still been grinning slightly, but you didn’t miss the way his eyebrows pulled down together. Shigaraki tried to break away from the ropes, but his fingertips couldn’t reach them.

“When I get out, you’ll be so fucked.”

You slapped him again. His breathing got heavy again and the previously smiling lips were now pulled between his teeth, almost successfully hiding a moan of excitement.  

“So lewd. Makes me want to keep slapping you. And that’s what you want, I can see it on your face. Are you being a brat on purpose to make me punish you?”  

Not waiting for a reply, you traced your fingers in the little red mark you made. You loved to have his face in your hands, especially now with him whining in such a cute way.

“Open,” you said, pressing your fingers past his lips.

He sucked and licked your fingers as you pushed them into his mouth, touching the inside of his check, teeth and deep down his throat to stimulate his gag reflex. “The palm now.” As you pull your fingers out, a line of saliva connected both of you, and obediently he licked. Satisfied with his work, you changed hands and made him repeat the process.  

“Ok, now we can start.”  

You changed your position, siting now on his stomach with you back turned to him.

“Are you going to give me a handjob? I wanna see it, turn this way.”  

You ignored the comment, not wanting to spoil him more than you already had. Luckily, he stopped when your wet hands touch his stiff manhood. One hand worked in his length and the other made circles on the dripping head with your palm, making sure he had grown to full size. The only sounds in the room coming from the wetness in your hands and his deep, low groans.  

“If you want to cum you have to ask first, remember that.”  

Even without a clear answer, besides an annoyed little grunt that you took as a yes, you increased the speed of your hands. The muscles of his thighs strained, and underneath your ass you felt his stomach contract in a heavy moan.

You decided to change the pattern, using one hand to hold the base tightly as the other masturbated him. With your hands getting dry, you spit on his head and heard a soft gasp.  

“So filthy. You like to get spit on, too?” Never stopping your hands, you do it a couple more times making him whine and twitch again and again.  

Tomura would never allow himself to be seen like this, so vulnerable and submissive. To see that side of him made you forget you were still untouched. You kept a steady speed until you noticed his nearly animalistic grunts and hips thrusts; he was getting close to his release. Normally he would last so much longer, be tied down and treated like a whore must have really excited him.  

“Remember to ask before-”  

“Fuck, I wanna cum.”  

“Not yet.” You smiled, finally down to your play

“I’m… I’m going to…”  

“Not yet,” you repeated more sternly, reducing your stroking speed to merely a feather-light touch and an unbearable snail’s pace.  

Your slow movement made his body tremble violently as he shamelessly threw his head back and cried your name, as if asking for mercy.  

“Oh fuck, fuck. No, don’t stop, keep going!” He shouted, shaking from the lack of stimulation, only to be ignored.  

Shigaraki started to fuck your hands to steal back the denied friction. It was a good thing your back was turned to him. This way he couldn’t see the smile in your face. Nearly dropping his cock, you hold him only with your index finger and thumb, receiving his curses and desperate cries in return.  

“Say ‘please’~”  

“Fucking please, don’t stop now.” He pleaded between clenched teeth.  

Gripping him with your full hand now, you spit again, opting for forceful moves rather than fast ones.  

“Go faster!”  

“This attitude will get you nowhere. You know what I want.”  

“I…” He stopped to calm his breath and think. “Please go faster, I need to cum.” 

Satisfied, you did as he wanted. By how much he cursed and moved under you, it was obvious that the only thing stopping this level of frustrated Shigaraki from holding you down and fucking you into oblivion were the ropes. Unbelievable that you had to tie the bastard down to give a decent handjob without him using you as a fleshlight.  

“Hold it a little longer, Tomura.”  

“No, fuck, I can’t hold it anymore-”  

“You can. I know you can. Be a good boy for me.”  

“Shit, I-I’ve been good…”

“So that was ‘good’?” You laughed at his blatant lie.

“I had enough, please… it hurts.” He called your name in a broken voice “Just let me cum- Fuck it, yellow!”  

Yellow, hm?  

“Hold it for ten second more seconds. One, two…” You started to count.

He let out a pitched whine in frustration and you could swear that you heard a single, brief sob. “Please, I can’t hold, please let me cum.”

“You talking to me will only extend the countdown. Three, four, five…”

But Shigaraki reached his orgasm in your hand anyway, cursing and crying that he was sorry and just couldn’t do it. His orgasm was so hard that he shook the mattress and released enough cum to leave a wet stain the bed. But he hasn’t going to enjoy it for too long, after all he disobeyed you.  

Without stopping the motion of your hands, you used his cum as lube to stroke the head of his pulsing and half-hard cock. Soon he stopped to groan in relief and busted into laughter.  

“What?! What you doing? Sto- Ahahahaha"  

“You failed.”  

“Too sensitive!” He managed to say.  

He was so sensitive that your strokes felt like tickles.  

“Your laugh is so cute, Tomura.” you said. His twisted euphoria under your torture was contagious. You started laughing, too. “Come on, apologize.”  

It was hard trying to hold your position over Shigaraki when he writhed so roughly to get you off, begging you to stop. “I’m- Ahhhahaha! I’m so-” he gasped out between heaving laughs.

“You’re what?”  

“Sorry! I’m sorry! Stop!”  

But you didn’t.  

“You’ve been a brat all night. You need to just accept your punishment.”

“Just… Ahaha- Just stop for a second!”

You were decided to torture him breathless for a whole extra minute but he reached his limit before that.  

“Red, red, fucking red!” He finally cried. He endured more than you expected.

Obeying his safe word, you stopped. Sitting on the bed at Tomura’s side, you turned to face him. The poor boy was still cracking a laugh from time to time and trying to breathe properly.  

“Are you all right?” you asked gently. The little noise from his throat was enough to confirm. “I’m untying you.”  

The ropes left marks in his wrists and ankles. Trying to relieve any discomfort, you massaged them a little, kissing and blowing gently. “That was great, you did really good, Tomura”, you murmured, rubbing his wrists.

He made no motion to remove the collar, however, and it looked cute. No harm in leaving it on a little longer then. After he calmed down, his lanky arm pulled you close, wanting to cuddle. Relenting, you lied beside him and embraced his warm body. Tomura had a blissful smile on in his flushed face and, doing the best you could, you tenderly wiped the tears and drool away. Brushing his sticky bangs to the side, you kissed his sweaty forehead.

“Was I too mean?” You asked and tried to pet his hair in a soothing manner, but it was too tangled… It would take you so much time to brush all of that mess.  

He moaned lowly, hiding his face in your neck.

“Hmm, you worry too much.” Shigaraki sounded so relaxed as you gently scratched up and down his back. “It was alright.”  

And within a minute, he was sleeping soundly. You kissed him again, feeling his soft breath in the curve of your neck.

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[ambivalent-auguries]

✩ for Shino and Jaume (from malibvnghts)

Send ‘✩’ for the following:

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Both lol Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Shino lol Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Jaume oop Who trashes the house? Jaume is trash Do either of them get physical? Both oop How often do they argue/disagree? A LOT bless Who is the first to apologise? Neither they just fuck lol

Sex:

Who is on top? Jaume always Who is on the bottom? Shino always sorry, Shin-Shin Who has the strangest desires? BOTH they are both trash lol Any kinks? Which one don’t they have?? Mostly power play, pain, angry sex, control, breath play, tying up/being tied up, spanking, spitting there’s just so much fuck Who’s dominant in bed? Jaume Is head ever in the equation? Most times lol  If so, who is better at performing it? Shino, Jaume rarely does it lol Ever had sex in public? They’ve already gotten frisky on a balcony and Jaume will fuck Shino in an alley way at some point lol Who moans the most? Shino  Who leaves the most marks? Jaume  Who screams the loudest? Shino lol  Who is the more experienced of the two? They are both experienced Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Fuck lol  Rough or soft? ROUGH AS HELL THEY ARE SO TRASH pls save me from this ship How long do they usually last? Until Jaume is satisfied lol Is protection used? Yeah sure lol  Does it ever get boring? Nah NEVER that’s why they’re with each other lol  Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Watch it be in a cinema lol

Family: NOPE Do not let these two be parents pls 

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?  If so, how many children do your muses want/have?  Who is the favorite parent?  Who is the authoritative parent?  Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?  Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Who changes the diapers? Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Who spends the most time with the children? Who packs their lunch boxes? Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Who cleans up after the kids? Who worries the most? Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Jaume but would never admit it the prick lol Who is the little spoon? Shino gets locked into being lil spoon lol Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? BOTH lol Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Jaume ngl he likes having his hands all around Shino lol How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? 1 minute then Shino becomes uncomfortable lol Who gives the most kisses? Jaume and they’re almost always angry lol What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Talking business, travelling, sometimes partying, fighting lol Where is their favourite place to cuddle? They rarely cuddle but once in a blue moon after sex Jaume will force Shino into it lol Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Both let’s not lie lol How often do they get time to themselves? Whenever they feel like fucking lol But Jaume is super busy and so is Shino so ya know 

Sleeping:

Who snores? Neither If both do, who snores the loudest? N/A Do they share a bed or sleep separately? When they sleep in the same place, they share If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Shino tries to lay apart but Jaume is a lil bitch lol Who talks in their sleep? Neither What do they wear to bed? Nothing loool Are either of your muses insomniacs? Nope Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nope Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Side by side lol Shino would punch Jaume if he tried to suffocate him lol Who wakes up with bed hair? Jaume lol Who wakes up first? Jaume Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Jaume What is their favourite sleeping position? Jaume’s favourite sleeping position is when Shino doesn’t struggle lol Who hogs the sheets? Jaume selfish prick Do they set an alarm each night? Jaume does Can a television be found in their bedroom? No Who has nightmares? Neither? Who has ridiculous dreams? Shino is the one with the imagination lol Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Again, Jaume is a selfish prick lol Who makes the bed? The maid... What time is bed time? After midnight lol Any routines/rituals before bed? Sex lol That’s it, they fuck each other into tiredness lol Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Shino lol

Work:

Who is the busiest? Jaume Who rakes in the highest income? Jaume is a rich boyyyy Are any of your muses unemployed? Nope but Shino might as well be lol Who takes the most sick days? Neither lol Who is more likely to turn up late to work? They both have good work ethic Who sucks up to their boss? Jaume’s boss is his mum and he hates her and Shino doesn’t give a shit lol What are their jobs? Jaume is a CEO and Shino is an artist - yeah you didn’t see these two getting together huh? Who stresses the most? Jaume  Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? They both enjoy their jobs Are your muses financially stable? Yeah 

Home:

Who does the washing? Jaume, I feel lol Who takes out the trash? Shino, every time he kicks Jaume out abshvf loool  Who does the ironing? Neither lol Jaume has his clothes sent to the dry cleaners and Shino barely has clothes which don’t have paint on them lol Who does the cooking? Jaume, he’s a good cook  Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Shino lol Who is messier? Jaume is a clean freak so Shino, he’s the slob lol Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Shino Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Shino Who forgets to flush the toilet? Shino Who is the prankster around the house? Shino because he likes getting on Jaume’s nerves lol Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Shino lol Who mows the lawn? The gardener... lol Who answers the telephone? Jaume Who does the vacuuming? The cleaner lol Who does the groceries? Jaume Who takes the longest to shower? Jaume but Shino finds himself in the shower because of Jaume lol Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Both, Shino because he’s forced lol

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Nope How many cars do they own? Jaume owns like three lol Do they own their home or do they rent? Jaume owns, I think Shino rents lol They would own if they lived together  Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Jaume wishes he lived near a coast Do they live in the city or in the country?  CITY Do they enjoy their surroundings? Yeah they do What’s their song? THIS ABSOLUTE TRASH LOL What do they do when they’re away from each other? Probably have less stress lol Where did they first meet? A bar How did they first meet?  Jaume went like: Imma fuck you in the next hours, Shino was like: Pfff fuck off you creep, and then he fucked the creep lol Who spends the most money when out shopping? JAUME lol Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Jaume lol Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Shino lol  Any mental issues? Does anger count lol Does mommy issues count lol Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither lol Who kills the spiders around the house? Jaume  Their favourite place? Spain uwu they are soft in Spain lol Who pays the bills? Jaume loool Do they have any fears for their future? Being tied down  Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Jaume  Who uses up all of the hot water? Jaume because again he’s the most selfish prick Who’s the tallest? Jaume Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Jaume lol He sometimes gets impatient Who wanders around in their underwear? Shino and Jaume takes it off lol Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Jaume loool what a loser lol What do they tease each other about? Shino teases Jaume about everything and anything, Jaume teases Shino about how loud he is and how much he enjoys sex with him lol Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? JAUME LOOOL He cringes so hard at Shino lol Do they have mutual friends? They have mutual like people they know in the business lol Who crushed first? You know it’s Jaume lol weak ass bitch Any alcohol or substance related problems? Jaume just drinks a lot? Nicotine?  Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Jaume lol Who swears the most? They both do, AGAIN do not let these two have kids fuck 

[multiphandomunnies]

Tete-a-tete || Yves

Requested: Can you write a fem reader x Yves from LOONA, where Yves is known as kind of a player but really likes the reader and tries to convince them to go on a date with her?

Admin: Heather

A/N: My first LOONA request! Hope you enjoy it ^-^ Sorry it took so long, I have tons of work in school right now :c

Words: 3,905 (hope it’s not too long, I really got into it)

Warnings: I used like a curse word or two. Also some food mentions for everyone sensitive to this kind of stuff.

“Y/N Y/L/N great work as always.” Your teacher commented dryly, handing you your graded paper. Even without looking at it, you knew it was another fail. A third one in a row.

It wasn’t that you were a bad student or something. Your grades varied from subject to subject, but learning French was your Achilles’ heel. No matter your efforts, you just couldn’t get it right. It didn’t help that your teacher was the least sympathetic human being on the planet. So you could just suffer in silence. 

“Why the long face, Y/N?” your friend, Yeojin, asked while stuffing her face with a sandwich. Heejin wrinkled her nose in disgust a little.

“I got another F.” you mumbled and picked on your salad. You weren’t in the mood to eat lunch right now.

“Let me guess.” Heejin inquired. “French.”

You could only nod helplessly.

“Why can’t I just… get it?” you asked rhetorically. “It’s not that I’m not trying.”

Yeojin pat you on the back with a little too much force.

“Maybe you just need a little help.” She suggested. “We will find you a tutor and they will guide you through everything.”

“Heejin!” you facepalmed yourself for not thinking about it earlier. “You’re great at French. Please, please, please make me understand this stuff.”

Your friend looked conflicted. She didn’t want to disappoint you and make you helpless once again.

“I’m sorry girl, but I’m already tutoring someone.”

You and Yeojin exchanged confused glances. Heejin was blushing because of the unwanted attention.

“Who are you tutoring?” you asked slowly. Maybe it was just some loser who could be ditched in the name of friendship.

“Hyunjin.”

Well, fuck. Heejin was whipped for that girl.

“Maybe you thould athk Yveth?” Yeojin mumbled incoherently because of her stuffed mouth. Heejin offered her a napkin with a scoff.

“Swallow and repeat, child.” She chided. The younger girl rolled her eyes but did what she was told to.

“You should ask Yves.” She said, making Heejin choke on her water.

“Ask who?” you questioned. You didn’t know anyone named like that.

“One of the biggest players in our school, Yeojin are you thinking straight?” Heejin explained, glaring at the small girl.

“Straight is not the greatest choice of words here.” The little girl snickered and continued devouring her food.

“Who is he?” you asked impatiently. You really needed help.

“She is a total womanizer and I don’t support her tutoring you.” Heejin huffed stubbornly.

“Isn’t Yves a name for a dude?”

“She knows something! Maybe a tutor won’t be necessary.” Yeojin teased with a bright smile.

“People gave her that nickname because she’s good in French.”

“French everything.” Heejin rolled her eyes at Yeojin’s comments but didn’t deny.

You couldn’t deny that it piqued your interest. Whoever that girl was, she definitely had some reputation. Maybe she was your only hope and you desperately needed to pass the next test.

“Can you introduce us?” you asked and Heejin shot you a disbelieving look.

“Have you heard anything from what I told you?”

“Please, Heekki.” You begged. “I can’t get another bad grade.”

Heejin looked conflicted. She avoided your eyes and tried to find good reasons for you to not ask Yves for help.

“Fine.” You squealed and Yeojin whistled. This couldn’t be so hard.

 You were right, it wasn’t hard. It was freaking impossible. You imagined Yves to be some kind of cliché delinquent from a painfully overrated fanfiction, leather jacket and a cigarette in her mouth, shooting lame pick up lines like a jerk. She certainly wasn’t supposed to be a stoic graceful girl with flowy dark hair and a pristine white shirt.

“You should focus on the pronouns, Y/N.” she advised in a low tone. It almost sounded like a whisper. “That would prevent you from losing points on nouns.”

Yves examined all your failed works and calmly explained you what needed to be improved. It turned out to be almost everything, but she didn’t criticize you even once.

“I always mess up the conjunction of verbs.” You pointed out. “The sentences don’t make any sense because of that. Yves chuckled softly and it was adorable.

“Yes, your sentences are quite interesting.” She admit. “But we will focus on that later. Prioritizing and revision are keys to success.”

Did she say “later”? How many sessions would you need? You were already starting to feel attracted to her. Maybe that was her plan. She didn’t release her full womanizing charm on the first meeting. She will wait and make you fall for her more and then she will crush your heart and-

“Y/N?” Yves put her hand on your shoulder and you flinched. She took it back and you blushed.

“Sorry, I got distracted.”

“I can see that.” She smirked a little. Oh no, no. Heejin was right! Yves almost got you in her trap and it was just a first session. “We should plan the next meeting. Is Friday right for you?”

“Yes!” you blurted out and she raised her brow. Your face turned pink.

“Great.” She whispered in that hushed tone. “I’ll see you then.”

When Friday came, you were ready. A long phone call with Heejin helped you make a plan and stick to it. Don’t make eye contact with Yves, don’t talk with her about anything other than schoolwork, don’t pay attention to her appearance, don’t have any physical touch and don’t let the flirting start.

“We should start from when we finished last time.” Yves smiled at you and opened her notebook. You tried to ignore the way she tucked her hair behind an ear. “Or maybe you have some homework we can work through together.”

“Yes.” You answered curtly and took an exercise book from your bag. Nailed it.

After digging it from your bag, you resurfaced and exhaled sharply through your nose. Yves looked up from the pages and shot you another brilliant smile. Seeing her just sitting there shouldn’t have made your brain stop like that, but you have always turned into a mess in front of beautiful girls.

“I see you’re ready.” The smile on her lips almost made you lose your composure again. Almost.

“Yeah, I am. Can you help me with that task? I’m not sure how to fill the gaps.”

Yves pushed her chair closer to yours and turned the book a little to have a closer look. You tried to keep the distance as big as possible without losing sight of the text.

“You have to use the words in brackets.” Yves tapped them with her pencil. “Then you will have to make correct forms.” You just kept nodding. “And after that we can go grab a coffee?”

“Yeah, oka- wait!” Your thoughts raced like a fancy sport car. “You want to do what?”

“Drink some good coffee.” She repeated. “With you.”

No talk with Heejin could prepare you for that. You didn’t expect Yves to make a move on you that quickly. Guess she really lived up to her reputation.

“Sorry, I don’t really have time today.” You finally managed to reply. “And I’m not a coffee gal.”

Yves didn’t make any comment on your lame excuse and just nodded with a slight pout.

“Maybe another time.” She smiled and swiftly went back to helping you with homework. As if you never rejected her. And “another time”? What was that supposed to mean?

“Y/N?” you snapped out of your thoughts. “Focus just a couple minutes, okay?”

The gentle smile never left her face and it made turning her down seem like an awful decision. But it was for your own good. At least that was what you were trying to tell yourself.

 On the next session Yves brought cake. Packed neatly in a white cardboard box and decorated in a pretty, lilac icing. You shot her a disbelieving look.

“It’s from the café I wanted to take you to.” She explained with that gummy smile of hers. “You said you’re not a coffee gal, so I got a little creative.

“What if I’m not a cake gal either?” you struggled to remain unbothered with the fact that a beautiful girl did that for you. Said girl tilted her head with a little smirk.

“Stop looking at it with such desire and maybe I’ll believe you.” You blushed a bit, cause the cake definitely wasn’t the only thing you wanted to desire. Wow, Heejin would have smacked you for such impure thoughts.

Yves kept looking at you expectantly and you realized that she was waiting for you to try the pastry. Your brain kept telling you that it wasn’t the best idea if you wanted to stay away from her, but your heart wasn’t so sure.

“Need a little convincing?” Yves picked up the fork and jabbed the cake. “Open up.” She demanded playfully and moved the fork closer to your lips.

At that moment your brain and heart were in a heated battle for dominance, but ultimately it was your stomach that made the call. The cake was way too temping to ignore, so you let Yves feed you. It was a great decision. Your taste buds were overwhelmed by the sweetness and it was another thing that made you regret refusing her previous invitation.

No, it was probably just your sweet tooth talking. Yves was bad news for good, innocent girls and you shouldn’t let her get too close. You were convinced about that. And then you made a mistake and look up.

“Seems like you like it.” Yves was resting her chin on her hand with the raven hair framing her face perfectly in that angle. The sight almost made you choke on the cake. Will you ever catch a break?

“It’s amazing!” you almost squealed and quickly changed your demeanor. “I mean, it’s good… I guess.”

Yves giggled a little. God, this girl would be the end of you.

“Thanks… I guess.” She teased and opened the notebook. “You can eat everything, cause I assume there is no use in trying to ask you out again.”

Sirens blared in your head. There she was, going straight for the kill. You had to admit; it took you by surprise. Till that moment Yves was very sweet and even kind of timid, not something you would expect from a womanizer like her.

“You- you were asking me out?” you stuttered dumbly. As if she was going to fall for that. Yves raised a brow.

“Trying to tell me you had no idea?” she asked in disbelief and you tried to avoid eye contact with her.

“Exactly!” you cleared your throat and tried again. “I mean, yeah. I thought you were just being friendly. Not that you weren’t friendly before, just... super friendly?”

If Yeojin was there, she would slam your head against the desk. Who in the world used phrases like “super friendly” towards a stunning girl hitting on them? Have you always been such a disaster?

Yves’ low hum made you reconsider planning an elaborate scheme to fake your own death and leave the city. Complete loser or not, she was once again grinning with that little smirk of hers.

“I’ll remember to more direct in the future.”

“Please don’t.”

“A little louder please?”

“Piedmont!” you blurted out. “Like the region. In Italy. We were talking about it in geography. It has nice… mountains.”

“It’s cute how passionate you are about other countries.” It was obvious that Yves had a hard time keeping amusement off her face. “But maybe we should focus on French right now. How does Paris sound?”

“Paris sounds amazing.” Safe answer, great save, you got this.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She mused. “Keep learning and I would take you there someday.”

You didn’t get this. You definitely didn’t. But that was okay, right? It was a normal thing to feel a little thrown off because of a blatant pick up line. Everyone would get flustered if they were in your shoes. Your ways will part soon anyway when your study sessions finally give results and you will get over her.

“Hey, Y/N.” Yves looked at you with a glint in her eyes.

“Yeah?”

“This is not a friendly invitation.”

It was a miracle your head didn’t snap off with how fast you raised it. She was sitting there, chin on her hand and hair framing her face perfectly. This time she left you no other choice, you had to answer here and now. All this time you were sure what would you tell her if it came to that. Now that it really happened, you weren’t fully convinced.

Heejin’s words were still in your head like a blinding red light. Yves was a player that flirted with every student she tutored. Plenty of girls have been wooed by her and toyed with before getting their hearts broken. That girl was trouble and agreeing to a date equaled an unavoidable pain.

On the other hand, she didn’t fit that description at all. She was gorgeous and flirting didn’t seem like any trouble for her, but it was never aggressive or pushy. All this time Yves showed you patience and gentle kindness even if you were an idiot who couldn’t construct a proper sentence in French. Maybe it was worth a shot.

“There you are spacing out again.” Yves teased with a smile as soft as ever. “Should I be clearer with my intentions?”

You exhaled nervously and collected your thoughts. A date with her sounded amazing, but you still had some doubts. And had to pass your classes before even thinking about dating anyone. But after everything was settled... why not? You only had to express that without any misunderstandings.

“Look, Yves, I think you’re amazing” Something flashed in her eyes after that and her posture turned stiffer. “Can we make sure I get a decent grade and come back to this conversation?”

“I don’t think it will be necessary.” She replied a little coldly and straightened herself on the chair. You didn’t think your words were insulting, but maybe she took them the wrong way.

“Are you okay?” Silence and a blink-and-you-miss-it nod. “Yves?”

“I’m fine.” She insisted, but you could see her knuckles becoming white. “Let’s just focus.”

 “And then she just stopped talking about anything other than schoolwork.” you finished with a sigh. It’s been four days since the whole Yves fiasco, and it’s been bothering you a whole lot. The second half of that session was one of the most awkward experiences of your life. Yves became distant and dodged your question about the next meeting.

“Maybe she just realized you weren’t going to fall for her games.” Heejin rummaged through her locker and tried to reason with you.

“I’m not sure, Heekki.” You went through that fateful conversation for what seemed a hundredth time. “She got upset for some reason and I can’t pin that on anything.”

What could have gone wrong? You approached the invitation gently and tried to avoid being rude to her. It wasn’t like you turned her down impolitely or anything. You didn’t turn her down at all! You really wanted to have that date… maybe. But there was nothing insulting in your behavior.

“Are you Y/N?” you and Heejin both jumped a bit at a sudden voice next to you. The harsh words seemed to come from a glaring brunette in a denim jacket.

“Be nice.” A cute redhead accompanying her reprimanded with a slight pout. The girl sighed and rolled her eyes but complied.

“Hello.” She started over. “Is there any chance your name is Y/N?”

The redhead shook her head a little and shot you an apologetic smile. She looked like sunshine embodied and it was a start contrast to her companion’s demeanor.

“Can we help you?” Heejin asked cautiously. The girl in denim opened her mouth to speak but was beat to it.

“We just want to talk with Y/N for a second!” the bright girl explained and beamed at Heejin, who softened. “Can you give us a minute?”

There was no arguing with that smile. Heejin nodded and looked at you with slight hesitation. You nodded and asked her to save you a seat at lunch. After your friend left you gave your full attention to the girls.

“I’m sorry, but do I know you?” you measured your words in order to avoid upsetting the brunette. She wasn’t here to have a pleasant girl talk.

“I’m Jiwoo!” the tiny redhead introduced herself and put an arm around the stone faced one. “This is Jungeun and you are-“

“And you are the dumbass that hurt Sooyoung.” Jungeun raised her chin and looked you in the eye. It didn’t ease your confusion.

“Sooyoung?” You didn’t recall anyone named like that besides a pretty cheerleader from class. “Park Sooyoung?”

Jungeun rolled her eyes even harder than before and Jiwoo scrunched her eyebrows a bit.

“Did that whole Park Sooyoung teach you French?”

“Oh, you mean Yves?” your response made Jungeun grunt and run a hand through her hair. Her reaction made you a bit uneasy.

“Stop with that idiotic nickname already, will you?” she turned to Jiwoo. “Who came up with it anyway, it’s a male name for crying out loud.”

She got a solemn nod as a response and you followed their interaction dumbly. What was that about? Who were they?

“I’m sorry, but I don’t get what’s going on here.” You admit and hoped Jungeun won’t kill you for saying that.

“Our dear friend Sooyoung or Yves if you may.” She cringed after saying that. “Came from a meeting with you feeling all humiliated and upset. We want to hear your explanation.”

You glanced at Jiwoo who looked like a kicked puppy.

“She really likes you, you know.” She smiled sadly. “Everything she talked about was getting to know you better and how awesome you are.”

“We shouldn’t tell her that.” Jungeun warned her and her friend pouted.

This interrogation was becoming tiring especially that you had no idea what was the point of it. What happened to Yves- Sooyoung? Her friends blamed you for that and it made you nervous.

“Jungeun.” You started softly. “Can you tell me what I did wrong? I really didn’t mean to upset Sooyoung-“

“Then why would you call her like that.” Surprisingly it was Jiwoo who interrupted you. “It took her a while to get over these awful rumors and she really didn’t expect it from you.”

Rumors? What was the history behind Sooyoung’s nickname?

“My friends recommended me to get her help with French. To be honest, I didn’t really know her real name until you mentioned it.”

Jiwoo gaped at you with pure shock written on her face. Even Jungeun hesitated in her aggressive behavior.

“You didn’t know?” she asked. “You weren’t making a jab at her fabricated reputation.”

“I didn’t even know she existed before my friend mentioned her.” You assured. “I heard it came from her abilities in French.”

Jungeun scoffed and Jiwoo sighed.

“That’s a cute understatement.” The brunette chuckled bitterly. “Okay, sorry for judging you, but Sooyoung is really sensitive about that. When we were younger, she was called the Ice Queen because she didn’t really date anyone.”

“But then I asked her to get a coffee!” Jiwoo piped in. “Cause I had a tiny crush on her.”

“Another understatement.” Jungeun clarified with a slight smirk causing the other girl to blush cutely. “But yeah, Sooyoung went out with Jiwoo as friends, cause she had no idea about her feelings.”

You looked at the tiny ray of sunshine who nodded. Whatever crush she had on Sooyoung; it was long gone as she didn’t seem bothered by the story.

“And this one girl got extremely jealous and started a rumor that Soo stood her up and convinced some other ones to tell the same story.” She completed.

“That’s why you may have heard she was a huge player or something.”

Hearing everything made you feel sad and guilty. Sooyoung was just an amazing girl who wanted to hang out with you, and you made her feel humiliated.

“Hey, it’s okay!” Jiwoo put a hand on your shoulder with an encouraging smile. “Just explain everything to her and it will be alright.”

“I’m not sure about that.”

“Not sure about what?” Jungeun inquired sternly, but without ice in her tone. “Your feelings for Sooyoung? Do you like her? More than a friend of course.”

You nodded sincerely and Jungeun’s features softened, making her look less intimidating.

“Then go and tell her that.” She smiled at you. “You would make her really happy.”

Jiwoo nodded and started bouncing enthusiastically. Jungeun rolled her eyes at her friend’s antics, but the smile didn’t leave her face.

“You know what to do.” The brunette added and they both made their way to class, leaving you in the hall. But she was right, you knew exactly what to do.

 Your fingers gripped the soft material as you tried to stop your heart from racing. Sooyoung was sitting in a library reading a book. This was a perfect chance and you just had to gather courage. Now or never. Inhale, exhale.

You approached the beautiful brunette and carefully placed the plushie on a table in front of her. Sooyoung’s eyes moved up a bit with vulnerability shining in them.

“C’est un hibou.” You stated in a shaky voice and a rusty pronunciation. There were two words for owl, and you had no idea which one was more correct, but it didn’t matter. You weren’t sure if it was an owl in the first place. It could be anything to be honest. “For you.”

Sooyoung hesitantly traced the purple toy with her fingers. She smiled a little and took the little piece of paper attached to it. You nodded in order to encourage her.

“Impressive.” She praised softly. In her hands was your pop quiz. You got a B, which exceeded the expectations of everyone.

“I had a great teacher.” You smiled. “Can I sit?”

She nodded and held the plushie closer to herself.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Sooyoung. I’m so sorry that my words hurt you.” You apologized from the bottom of your heart, looking in her eyes. “I shouldn’t have judged you after hearing a stupid rumor, especially after you were so kind to me and-“

“Say it again, please.” She whispered with a smile that made you melt every time.

“Say what again?”

“My name.” You smiled back at her. “It’s been some time since I heard it said this way.”

You took a deep breath and put your hand on hers, trying not to faint when she didn’t move it away.

“Sooyoung.” Her eyes sparkled and smile got even wider. “Is it too late to get that coffee with you?”

The girl pressed the toy against her chest and grabbed your hand properly.

“It’s not Paris.” She teased with a grin. “But we have to make you get that A on the next test.”

You giggled and rubbed her hand with your thumb.

“I like girls who challenge themselves.” Your words made her blush and she hid her face in the plushie. “Hey, Sooyoung.”

She shyly peaked from behind the purple material and you smiled at her. You adored saying her name as much as she enjoyed hearing it.

“This is not a friendly invitation.”

[imagines-mha]

So, boss, how would Momo and Kendo in a poly relationship react to losing a bet where they can only wear underwear/limgerie around the house for a week? Can we please get an imagine for this?

Sup bro i got u 😎

❌ NSFW ❌

“So the two losers have to...walk around the house for an entire week... in lingerie?” Momo asked with a shocked face, while Kendo smirked and turned to the both of you

“This’ll be so fun- cus i know i’m gonna win it and get to see you two looking as hot as hell at all times-“ she snorted, leaning back and sipping her drink

Momo wasn’t as interested, only for the fact she was a little more shy and stubborn than kendo. Why would she want to parade around practically naked all week? What if she got cold? However, after a lot of persuasion she finally agreed to it

“You losers ready?” Kendo asked, turning to you, “cus the winner’s about to be crowned”

“How do you know you’re the winner, Itsuka?”

“Cus i have that instinct in me”

“You sure?”

“100% positive”

/////////////////////////////////////////////////

She lost.

So did Momo, for that matter. However the latter didn’t look all that surprised. ‘At least it was summer...’ she thought, biting her lip nervously while her and a shocked Kendo went upstairs to get eachother dressed

“I can’t believe i lost that” Kendo laughed, finding her prettiest set of white lingerie to wear for the week. It was lacey and a little see through- but she enjoyed teasing you both whenever she could anyways so she decided to go all out

Momo went for a red set, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t trying to look as hot as possible. She chose the most revealing ones she had and tugged them on, before letting her long black hair fall down her shoulders. If she had to do this, she was going to do it right

The two girls approached you together, both of them with smirks on their faces due to a conversation they had just had: Why don’t they use this to their advantage?

“So (Y/N), since Momo and I have to look so hot for the entire week- we might as well give you a show, right?” Kendo asked with a sly tone, moving behind you to massage your shoulders and pressing her boobs against you with a giggle

Momo on the other hand went into full dominance, and straddled your lap with a head tilt, “It wouldn’t be fair for us to look so revealing if there wasn’t someone to spoil us, would it?”

They would spend the rest of the first night teasing you like crazy until you gave in and fucked them both- but it wouldn’t end there

There would be days where you guys did nothing- so they would just be in your eye at all times doing anything they could to get your attention.

Leaning over you to grab something behind you, making sure to press their entire body into you as much as they could, bending down to get something in front of you, cooking dinner for you and letting you watch the entire thing happen- that sort of thing. They knew how to be hot and they used it to their advantage more than ever

Sex became a lot more common to you three this week- it was just easier to do since they always looked the part, wasn’t it? Plus, they looked so enticing that you could barely keep your hands to yourself

Cuddles also became a lot more common, especially at nights. Whenever it was cold, Kendo would ensure there would be a cuddle pile and pull you both down, pressing herself into the two of you to generate heat (and also just to be a tease)

By the end of the week, when they could wear clothes again- it felt so different. Momo was more excited than Kendo though, who would have gladly done another week of it

Overall, everyone was surprised as to how much they did enjoy it, and it became a mutual agreement to do the same bet again one day. Especially because they wanted to see you lose next time

[bat-besties]

On Impossibility - 6

Chapter 1   Chapter 2    Chapter 3    Chapter 4   Chapter 5  Chapter 7  Chapter 8 Chapter 9

A popular!Logan and loser!Roman high school AU based on @2pointomg’s idea with eventual Prinxiety. 

impossible 

ɪmˈpɒsɪb(ə)l

adjective

·       not able to occur, exist, or be done.

Eg. It is impossible to fund both the sports and drama programmes with the school’s limited budget.

·       very difficult to deal with.

Eg. The situation which Logan Sanders, Student Body President, is in after he convinced the school board to cut the unsuccessful drama programmes is impossible.

·       (of a person) very unreasonable.

Eg. Roman Prince.

To Roman, nothing is impossible. Not following his older brother Patton to acting college, not being a loser taking on the school’s popular Student Body President and definitely not writing and performing an epic school play with no money and six cast and crew members.

Edited by @alpacasarethegreenestanimal, who has an amazing fanfiction on AO3! If you like superheroes, sarcasm and Virgil angst then you’ll love this

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So close. They were so close.

‘Then this I say, oh noble knight, if you let go of your anger then you could be great. Give up the light – it is so comfortable here in the dark. Vines to hold you close, the canopy to shade you, thorns to protect you. Does the light not burn you?’

Kyle had a blanket cape round his shoulders and was jutting his chin confrontationally towards Roman. His pose was perfect, he knew his lines inside out, and his emphasis was just as Roman had imagined it when writing the speech late at night in his bedroom.

Roman suddenly broke out of character, running his hand through his hair. ‘That was great – really, really. Could we run it again? There’s just – you’ve just got to really feel it.’ Roman hated to be that guy – Kyle had been great, and their priority was to get a feel for the new set and adjust their blocking for the stage. But he had to be perfect. Roman would make him perfect no matter what it took, for although he knew the role was one which stretched his friend he had faith in him to get it right. All through workshopping a boy called Raphael had dominated Ombretto, throwing him into dramatic confrontation with Rosso and drawing him back into introspective monologues. To be honest, it had hurt Roman greatly when Raphael left ‘due to creative differences’ and Kyle had to be pulled from the role of Giallo, but he much preferred his friend’s delivery because he had learnt from Patton the importance of an actor subordinating themselves to the character.  

It was six o’clock on a Saturday night and they had been there all day assembling the set, but Kyle ran the lines again - with more feeling. It wasn’t good enough for Roman, but then again hardly anything was. They moved on and he saw Talyn give Kyle encouraging finger guns from the wings. Kyle returned a small smile. Everyone was tired, but Roman had asked them to run through the whole thing again, so they had. While Patton’s entire year would go to the moon and back for him, Roman’s few friends would paint the Kuiper belt rainbow if he asked them to.

They should have gone home and caught up on homework after putting up the set, but the beauty of the set had transported Roman into ecstasies of inspiration, and he doubted Virgil would leave until the building was shut. The boy for once in his life was not scrolling through Tumblr, listening to music or fiddling with his sweater paws. He just sat starry-eyed in the front row of the seating, hunched forward in his over-sized hoody as he tried to hide a grin behind his hands.

The set Virgil had built was amazing. Fate had finally given the theatre troupe a helping hand as Dahlia’s neighbours had spare planks of wood from a loft extension they had not technically forbidden her from taking. Virgil had understood the aesthetic of Talyn’s designs and had decided to play around with the handmade nature of the set. Basically, it looked like the child of a Victorian toy theatre and the illustrations in a book of fairy tales raised by a goth/steampunk in the hedge of thorns from Sleeping Beauty. Or that’s how Virgil had pitched it. Originally there had been a scaffolding tower, but they had to improvise with the tall metal balcony from West Side Story Patton had once sung on so happily.

Virgil was weirdly proud of himself. He tried to be self-deprecating about his set, however he couldn’t help but be happy with it. Logan had always been complimentary about his work, but he did not have a great understanding of art, and Virgil had suspected the positive feedback was a key bullet point in the Word document ‘How to Get Self-doubting Friend to Apply for College.’ In contrast his new friends had very high standards, so a single nice word from Talyn would go around his head for days and days. Roman had been extremely exacting – a picture of the cliff from the Nightmare before Christmas had literally been ripped off Virgil’s mood board because the smoothness of it ‘didn’t fit the vibe, the emotion’ of the play – and now he was playing in the set like a kid in a candy store. Virgil understood it now, Logan and Roman’s drive for perfection. Oh sure, Logan was a textbook perfectionist and Roman was slapdash and confident in his own abilities, but in his own way the actor was just as meticulous about his work. The play – not yet named because there was not something which fit it well enough – was his baby. And while the set was a part of that brainchild it was Virgil’s own – baby was a weird comparison, it was just…he just had lots of feelings about it he hadn’t had for anything else before, OK? The exercise in 3D space was interesting.  

At 22:00, a janitor finally came around. He peeked his head into the auditorium, then walked into it fully. Kyle was perched on the balcony, which was festooned with sequinned purple fabric vines, and Roman was kneeling in centre stage entreating him to come down, framed by chaotic brambles the size of tree trunks and twisted metal spider webs throwing bizarre shadows onto the wall behind him, covered with sheer green fabric donated by Mrs Damon. He looked at Virgil, who was entranced by the scene.

‘Hey kid, you part of this?’ he spoke quietly, not wanting to disturb the actors. Virgil looked up at him and nodded with a grin.

‘Good on you, kid. I told you that you shouldn’t use your drawing skills for rude caricatures. And now look at you!’

Virgil was rapidly beginning to lose his sense of mystery and magic. ‘That…that was not me. I told you, and I told the principal that that drawing wasn’t by me.’

The janitor took off his hat and sat next to Virgil in a fatherly manner. ‘If you didn’t draw that cartoon, then why was it on your locker, heh?’

Trying to be absorbed into the tear in the seat covering, Virgil gave the man an exasperated look.

‘Well, I’m here to ask you guys to leave. You need to sleep!’ replied the janitor brightly, completely unfazed by Virgil’s silence. He leaned in even closer to him. ‘How long is there left?’

‘Fif-een min’tes.’ was mumbled from behind a wall of purple hair.

‘Fine. You guys promise to look up, then you can have the time.’

‘Thks.’

‘Careful of that balcony. Bit rickety.’ With that Malcom headed into the hallway again, marvelling at the impact that simple sentence of his had made on that punk kid. Permanent sharpie and Tipp-ex on that locker as well. Sometimes kids just need a bit of self-belief.

Exactly fifteen minutes later, Roman bounded off the stage and thundered up to Virgil. Ignoring the fact that Virgil was putting into practice everything he’d learnt trying to disengage Malcom, he grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. ‘A cheer for Virgil!’ he yelled to the others.

There were scattered cheers from the cast and crew as they cleared up. ‘Visionary, visionary!’ shouted Roman, throwing his hands in the air.

Virgil blushed. ‘What does that even mean?’

Roman threw himself down on the gangway, pulling the emo down beside him. ‘One who has unique visions!’

Virgil looked at him sceptically. ‘I’m sure that’s not the exact definition.’

‘We can’t all be the calculator watch, can we?’ The annoyance entering Roman’s voice was jarring.

There was a beat of awkward silence as Virgil refused to forgive Roman or defend Logan.

Brightly, Roman grabbed Virgil’s hand and admired his nail polish. He looked up at Virgil and whispered, ‘Visionary, visionary.’ Over his knuckles.

Virgil recoiled and stood up. ‘What the ever-loving fuck was that?!’

Roman face-palmed. ‘It was meant to be…friendly.’

‘It was really weird! And not friendly! That was not in the realm of friendly!’

Roman rocketed to his feet, ‘Sorry to break it to you Virgil, but just because I’m gay, it doesn’t mean that I’m flirting with every straight guy I talk to!’

‘How is that-? It wasn’t- I didn’t even know that! Anyway, I’m not straight either.’

‘Well, fine. I’m not.’ Roman put his hands on his hips.

‘Fine!’

‘Fine!’

The two stood angrily staring at each other before dissolving into laughter.

‘How could you think I was straight?’ howled Roman, ‘And you’re not either? Yes!’ he punched the air.

Virgil was bent over, clutching his stomach. ‘I…I didn’t want to assume…’

Dahlia came up the gangway halfway, since the rest of it was blocked by two dorks rolling around on the floor. ‘We’re going to head, if you guys could lock up.’ Breathlessly, Roman waved her on.

Once the two came to they sat up, lounging against the seating.

Roman studiously didn’t look at Virgil as he spoke to him. ‘Your set – I love it.’

‘I know.’ The emo smirked at him, ‘you spent all evening playing in it.’

Roman’s hand shot to his chest as he gasped, ‘PLAYING! How dare you? I was acting!’ he made a point to gesture dramatically to signal his thespian talent. He put his hand down and turned to Virgil. ‘I do, though,’ he said earnestly, ‘it’s beautiful, and dark, and creepy, and fantastical, and better than I could ever have hoped for. We can do this – we can put on this play.’

Virgil’s insides twisted as he looked at the boy across from him, his face desaturated and pupils dilated by the dark. He wasn’t so sure of success. The costumes needed to be big and bold, and that meant lots of fabric and shiny things in elaborate designs. They had asked to use the black fabric which backed the curtain but had unsurprisingly been turned down, and money from rainbow T-shirt sales had covered enough for a dirndl for Margherita bought online and a shimmery brown and green leotard for the malevolent fairy (nicknamed Bob) after the set had been built, but for now the magnificent hoop skirts of the Evil Queen and flowing robe of Ombretto were impossible to realise.

‘Virgil?’

The emo snapped his eyes from Roman’s face. ‘Yeah. Let’s not count on…let’s not give on up this.’ He made eye contact again. ‘I believe in you. Or whatever. Dork.’

Roman smiled to himself a little. ‘And here I was thinking you were some massive edgelord.’

Virgil raised his eyebrows. ‘You saw my Nightmare before Christmas poster.’

‘True.’ Roman grinned, ‘But you were too cool for my Randy Newman impression.’

Virgil giggled. ‘You had a cowboy hat. And a pink plastic radio. And you were fifteen.’

‘I took it seriously! I wanted to be your friend.’ Roman emphasised each word.

‘Well, I wanted you to stop singing before I cringed myself a six-pack.’

They sat in silence for a while, neither wanting to suggest leaving.

‘I don’t know what I’m going to do with my future.’ Virgil’s head was flung back to look at the set, and his voice was soft.

Roman rolled onto his stomach, supporting his head on his hands. ‘What do you want to do?’

‘This.’

Roman put his hand on Virgil’s and smiled at him reassuringly, ‘Then do it. This is good.’

‘I…’ Virgil took a shaky breath. ‘I can’t. I’m not good enough.’

‘Virgil. I have been to four Broadway shows and twenty-three shows in other towns. I watch bootlegs like other kids watch let’s plays. I read about this stuff. I think you could easily design for a smaller show, and once you go to college…Broadway, baby.’

Virgil felt something suspiciously like hope rise to fill his chest. ‘Why would they take someone like me? From a school like this, which isn’t particularly keen on the arts, if you hadn’t noticed.’

‘Virgil – you have Mrs Damon who would write a book about you, let alone a recommendation letter. You’ve got this production, which will make one hell of an essay. The school is academic, and your grades are good. Besides, Patton did it – my older brother.’

‘I guess. But wasn’t he like some genius or something?’

It was Roman’s turn to break eye contact. ‘Yeah, he is. But we don’t need to be scholarship holders like him or anything. Just good enough.’

Virgil sat up, ‘You’re worried about acting school, princey? Big brother in New York and half-a-billion extracurriculars. Please.’

‘No extracurriculars now. But yes, of course I’m worried. I want to go to the same place as Patton, when we went to check it out with him it was…magical. These past few years it’s like he’s living every single dream I have. And I’m happy for him! I am! I’m super proud, but I don’t want to apply and be rejected, and he’ll be super nice about it…you know.’

‘Do your parents compare you a lot?’

‘No, god no.’ Roman shook his head emphatically. ‘They’re incredibly proud of both of us. It’s me. I do. And I know I shouldn’t…’

He broke off and tried to hide the fact that he was crying. The emo scooted closer and awkwardly pulled him into a loose hug, at which point Roman attached himself to Virgil’s hoodie like a baby koala.

‘Aw, jeez. Come on, dude. Don’t make me give a heartfelt speech. Just like, know, that I think you’re - good.’

‘Huh! Yeah, I am pretty good! Thanks for reminding me, J-Delightful.’ Roman pulled himself up and punched Virgil in the shoulder.

‘Alright, dudebro.’

The boy slumped again. ‘Arggggg. Now you think everything is fine!’

‘You do not look like everything is fine.’

‘Well, yeah, no.’

Virgil just wanted to paint and listen to emo music and be left alone. Why the hell was he landed with looking after overachievers?

‘Wanna come to my house tonight? We could watch Disney, or whatever. My parents would be happy I have someone to invite over.’

‘I would love that! I’ll text the old parents…Odin’s eyepatch! It’s eleven already! We’d better hurry!’

That night as Roman was spread-eagled on his bedroom floor, Virgil tried not to think of the lack of money for costumes, but they joined the usual procession of Logan’s eye bags, situations in which his set would collapse and his plan for the future which marched round his head whenever he tried to sleep.

Increasingly old-school Disney songs sung in bass, a voice passionately and loudly delivering lines or unaffectedly and quietly trying to explain ideas had echoed around his darkened bedroom too, but he preferred to not think about that.

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“Friday Night With Marlon Moraes” The UFC in Utica Preview

Joey

May 28th, 2018

A casual perusal of the Fight Night in Utica, reveals a nothing special lower level card to the average eye at least. It's very light on star power on a not normal UFC night from a place nobody probably equates MMA with (sorry Utica!) without the usual big hook and sell to it. After watching a PPV with some big names then the first MMA card in Chile and then the biggest free WW fight in quite some time in Till/Wonderboy, it might be hard for some folks to then turn around and get giddy over a show in Utica on a Friday night. Making matters worse? Its headlined by bantamweight which is still one of those weight classes struggling to find some acceptance. Having said all of that? I really like this card. It's not a great show by any stretch of the imagination but the main event is sublime, there's a few debuts I'm excited about on the card and there are some damn good action fights on it. It's not going to compete with UFC 225 for card of the year or anything but I believe it's well worth checking out on a Friday Night. Maybe you'll be able to say you saw the next bantamweight champion debut live.

Fights: 13

Debuts: 4 (Jose Torres, Nate Wood, Sijara Eubanks, Chance Rencountre)

Fight Changes/Injury Cancellations: (Bryan Barberena OUT, Ben Saunders IN vs Jake Ellenberger/Leonard Santos OUT, David Teymur IN vs Nik Lentz/Niko Price OUT, Chance Recountre IN vs Belal Muhammad, Hector Sandoval OUT, Jose Torres IN vs Jarrod Brooks)

Headliners (fighters who have either main evented or co-main evented shows in the UFC): 1 (Jake Ellenberger)

Fighters On Losing Streaks in the UFC: 6 (Ben Saunders, Jake Ellenberger, Gleison Tibau, Desmond Green, Walt Harris, Jessica Aguilar)

Fighters On Winning Streaks in the UFC:  6 (Jimmie Rivera, Marlon Moraes, Belal Muhammad, Gregor Gillespie, Vinc Pichel, David Teymur)

Main Card Record Since Jan 1st 2016 (in the UFC): 26-17

Marlon Moraes- 2-1 Jimmie Rivera- 3-0 Vinc Pichel- 2-0 Gregor Gillespie- 4-0 Walt Harris- 2-2 Daniel Spitz- 1-1 Ben Saunders- 2-3 Jake Ellenberger- 1-3 Daniel Teymur- 0-1 Julio Arce- 1-0 Sam Alvey- 6-3 Gian Villante- 2-3

Divisional Breakdown: Lightweight- 3 Welterweight- 2 Bantamweight- 2 Light Heavyweight- 1 Flyweight-1 Featherweight- 1 Heavyweight- 1 Women's Flyweight- 1 Strawweight- 1

Too High Up- Jake Ellenberger vs Ben Saunders

I feel bad for kicking two guys when they're down, I really do. Ben Saunders and Jake Ellenberger probably shouldn't be fighting anymore but this is MMA and you have to basically go out feet first. The winner of this fight will probably wind up getting fed to another dude way higher up in the food chain than them.The loser probably fights Michael Venom Page in Bellator. Both guys are on losing streaks with Ellenberger in particular rocking a nasty 3 wins in his last 10 fights. All of this paints the picture of a really sad fight on the main card because both Saunders and Ellenberger are still "names".

Too Low- Nik Lentz vs David Teymur

So why is this here on the prelims? Nik Lentz since moving up to 155 lbs is a cool 3-1 with wins over Will Brooks and Danny Castillo. David Teymur is 4-0 in the UFC with wins over Drakkar Klose and Lando Vannata plus he's normally good for either a snazzy finish or an exciting fight. Lentz isn't the same dude who would lay and pray his way to wins, dude's improved as a striker, has tremendous grappling chops and still brings pacing and cardio to all his fights. Color me bummed this one is buried on the prelims package since it's not even the prelim headliner (Sijara Eubanks vs Lauren Murphy is in that spot).

Stat Monitor for 2018: Debuting Fighters (Current number: 11-16):  Jose Torres, Nate Wood, Chance Rencountre, Sijara Eubanks

Short Notice Fighters (Current number: 12-6): Jose Torres, Chance Rencountre, David Teymur, Ben Saunders

Second Fight (Current number: 16-15): Jodie Esquibel, Julio Arce, Daniel Teymur

Cage Corrosion (Current number: 10-16, 5 straight wins):  Jessica Aguilar, Jake Ellenberger

Undefeated Fighters (Current number: 18-13): Gregor Gillespie, Jose Torres

Keeping An Eye On But Not Really:

The UFC Win Check Test The records of fighters who have 4 or more UFC fights (or three full calendar years in the organization) but 0 wins against people still in the UFC: Nik Lentz. I would've been SURE that Gleison Tibau would be here but Tibau has two insanely impressive in hindsight wins over Francisco Trinaldo and RDA. Dude was really good once.

Twelve Precarious Ponderings

1- Every fight is its own story and journey through the careers of two athletes. I'd be remiss if I didn't point out how friggin' insane the "How we got here" for both of these guys is. Marlon Moraes was 7-4 going into a fight with Miguel Torres on the first WSOF show, he was there to lose but apparently didn't get the memo. After beating Miguel Torres, Moraes was put up against WSOF's prized signing Tyson Nam. He finished Nam who was coming off an upset over Dudu Dantas which in turn made Moraes a bit of a fan favorite as this super underdog beating all of the hyped dudes. Moraes is now 20-5 which means that since his time as "the opponent" vs Torres until his UFC debut, he went undefeated and racked up 11 wins all over relatively quality competition. It's easy to accuse a dude on a run like his of can crushing but Sheymon Moraes, Josh Hill, Carson Beebe and Josenaldo Silva are quality regional fighters (Moraes has the ability to be a lot more). In the UFC, Moraes' lone loss is a "What can ya do?" split decision vs Rafa Assuncao who basically neutralized him as he tends to do. Since then Moraes decisioned John Dodson in a close scrappy fight and became the only man to finish Aljamain Sterling when he ruined his life with a step in knee. Moraes has proven his worth and his reward is his first ever UFC main event less than a year into his run with the organization.

The road was equally weird for Jimmie Rivera. Rivera's pre-UFC career is littered with fighters you'd know (Jared Papazian, Brian Kelleher, Willie Gates, Carson Beebe) in big time organizations (Bellator, WSOF, ROC and CFFC) but he never really stuck or found a home. Bellator used him frequently but for some reason, never featured him as a name. Perhaps that's because he was a guy who went to the decision more often than secured a dominant statement win. Maybe Rivera is just difficult to negotiate or deal with (more on that later) or perhaps he was just overlooked. He tried out for TUF and fought up a weight class in deference to his friend Louis Gaudinot. That decision proved to be the wrong one as Rivera drew Dennis Bermudez and lost by TKO in the try outs. Rivera eventually did make it to the UFC----as a short notice replacement on an international fight card. Since that point, RIvera has gone 5-0 with wins over Thomas Almeida, Pedro Munhoz and Urijah Faber. Jimmie Rivera has proven his worth in the UFC and his reward after being "the opponent" for what seems like his entire UFC run is his first ever main event spot in Utica.

There's a pride in this, I suppose. We see guys debut, get hyped and get main events far earlier in their careers than Rivera. We've seen guys be "the favorite" long after they've proven they're not the guy for the job while guys like Moraes have to just keep winning. For two guys who had to really earn it, I'm glad they're in a main event spot no matter if it's a Friday UFC event or a Fox spotlight. These guys earned it and in a sport where earn and deserve is more about timing and opinion, it's nice to have two definitive cases of "earning it" colliding at the same time.

2- I'd ALSO be remiss I suppose if I didn't point out how long it's taken this fight to come together. Both guys claim they were supposed to fight on the regional circuit but those sorts of "You might fight X" type rumors are what they are. What we DO know is that Moraes was offered the opportunity to fight Rivera in December as a fill in for Dom Cruz. Moraes said he couldn't make weight and depending on who you ask, he either needed to fight at 145 or higher to fight Rivera. The fight fell apart and THEN it was rebooked for UFC in Orlando. According to Moraes at least. Rivera has said that he wasn't offered a contract or wouldn't sign it or etc etc etc. Whatever the case may be or may not be, we've got it now. The whole back and forth created legitimate realistic tension.  Sometimes it's nice to have dudes who dislike one another a little bit.

3- Jimmie Rivera is currently the slight betting favorite and while that might seem controversial for some, I think it's insanely realistic that he can take a decision. Marlon Moraes' weakness has been guys who can counter strike with him, force him to think and react more than he wants to and challenge him with either a size or a speed advantage. Rivera can fight going forward and backwards, has all sorts of versatility to his game and carries consistent pop in his hands. He's not a fight finisher by any stretch but we've seen him drop dudes like Thomas Almeida and Iuri Alcantara. He's also far more likely to be active during the lulls where Moraes seems to just be trying to patiently stalk a dude down for power shots. Conversely Moraes winning this fight by KO is pretty possible as well given that Rivera loves to exchange, often times abandons defense and security for swangin' n bangin' PLUS Moraes really does hit fucking hard.

4- Is the main event a #1 contender fight? The winner will probably have a hell of a case for the shot, no? The alternatives are Raphael Assuncao who I'd bet the UFC would rather cut than put in a title shot if they were given only those options (although Rapha vs TJ/Cody winner sounds like a fantastic way to kick off your ESPN run), Dom Cruz or John Lineker.  Lineker is a guy who people assume is a draw but never really generates any numbers worthwhile of backing that up. Both Lineker headliners at BW did pretty poorly which, I suppose, helps create the mythos that BWs can't draw viewers. I also can't imagine an audience being that giddy for Lineker vs TJ 2 if Dillashaw wins again. You could make the argument that Dom Cruz has a case over both guys but if Garbrandt wins then whats the point? We've been there and Cruz was soundly handled by Cody. Cruz vs Dillashaw 2 might be a lot more intriguing a second time around for some folks? Still I couldn't count on Cruz to make it to fight night again since 2016 seemed like an anomaly across the board for him health wise. Perhaps the ultimate question mark is Rob Font who seems to be finally getting his act together en route to a clash with Raphael Assuncao in July.

5- So just WHO necessarily is it that the UFC is attempting to hype up and develop in the famed "special showcase third fight" slot? Will Harris is 34 years old and he's already been in the UFC for close to six years now on and off. Harris is coming off two straight losses and while he deserves credit for stepping up vs Fabricio Werdum on like thirty minutes notice, his performance vs Mark Godbeer was hilariously heavyweight. Is the focus on Daniel Spitz? Spitz is a newbie HW who has a 1-1 record in the UFC  with a win over Anthony Hamilton and a loss to Daniel Spitz. Was this just a case of wanting a big guy in a key spot because you've got a bantamweight and a lightweight up top?

6- Sijara Eubanks attempting to make the cut to 125 lbs again seems....dicey. I suppose conversely the same could be said for Lauren Murphy as well so let's just hope everybody makes weight healthily.

7- It took me 7 spots to talk about Gregor Gillespie and at first it kind of bothered me that I had forgotten about. In hindsight, I guess I just don't know what would make him worth remembering to begin with. As a fighter Gillespie is fantastic and while he's slowly creeping out of his athletic prime (he turned 31 in March), he's pretty much dominated everyone he's faced. The only thing a detractor could cling to would be a short brief moment where he was hurt in a firefight vs Jason Gonzalez, a fight he ultimately won in the second round. He's a tremendous wrestler with serious control on the ground plus his hands are really powerful. I just don't know what else there is to really comment on about him. Seems like a nice enough guy, am I right? He fights in an insane division where thus far he's wiped out everybody he's faced----but it's likehe's the world's biggest afterthought. He's really good and really forgettable at the same time. I hope this fight vs Vinc Pichel showcases more of why we SHOULD be excited about Gillespie's prospects. Pichel is one of those guys who exists just below the level of good but way above the level of opposition Gillespie has faced thus far. I'd like a bigger step up for Gregor but in a showcase fight with a moderate step up in competition, you could do a lot worse.

8- If you pay your $9.99 for UFC Fight Pass, your reward for such is the debut of two fascinating prospects who figure to be players in the lighter weight classes. We can begin with Nate Wood who is the easier of the two to explain. Think of everything you liked about Brad Pickett and then make him slightly less chinny and slightly more athletic. The wrestling improvements (or lack thereof) will determine his upside his ultimately. I think he has a more fundamental game than Tom Duquesnoy but I feel more confident on Duquesnoy turning into a bigger deal. On the same card you have the long overdue debut of Jose "Shorty" Torres, a tremendous prospect who has shades of everybody from Chris Weidman to Kelvin Gastelum in his game. He has tremendous pop in his hands, great cardio, a stalking power style on the feet and the ability to absolutely mix it up on the ground as well. I don't know if Torres will be as good as a lot of us think he can be but he's the most excited I've been about a lighter weight fighters debut since probably the aforementioned Duquesnoy last year. Shorty is a really good fighter who I think can comfortably be a force at either 125 lbs or 135 lbs. Both guys get tough matches as Nate Wood gets Johnny Eduardo and Jarrod Brooks welcomes Jose Torres to the UFC.

9- If Sam Alvey vs Gian Villante leaves the first round, I think you're within your right to spend the next 10-20 minutes doing something more important.

10- Daniel Teymur with a full TC is going to give Julio Arce more problems than people imagine. I think that speaks more to the qualities Teymur has than it does about Julio Arce.

11- We're six fights into Belal Muhammad's UFC career and I have zero idea what kind of fighter he really is at this point. I know he's good (wins over Randy Brown, Jordan Mein, Tim Means proves you're quality) but I have no idea if he's anything more than a placeholder in an aging 170 lb division. The Niko Price fight would've told us a lot about him but now he's facing the pretty good Chance Recountre; a regional fighter who would've probably found his way onto the DWTCS eventually.

12- Is Demond Green contractually obligated to just fight massive wrestlers in the UFC? Four fights in he's had Josh Emmett, Rustam Khabilov, the oversized Michel Prezares who was basically fighting at MW vs him and now Gleison Tibau.

Under Pressure

1- Jake Ellenberger

We might as well start here. Ellenberger is no longer the dude who flirted with title contention on multiple opportunities. Those days are long and gone. What remains? Well....it depends. We can start with the cynical view; the raw numbers aren't pretty. Ellenberger is coming up on close to 50 pro fights before the age of 35 in the USADA Era where the dramatic "he's turning back the clock!" runs aren't going to happen. Since the start of 2014, he's just 2-6 with only one decision loss. He's taken damage in his losses and of his two wins, he's Matt Brown changing his mind again away from having 0 current UFC wins. He's chinny, spotty with his offense and it's fair to wonder if he's just been figured out by better fighters who have evolved quicker than he has. An optimistic POV? Ellenberger was far too good for far too long to fall apart this quickly. The quality of competition hasn't helped either given his losses are to genuinely top tier dudes like Rory Mac, Robbie Lawler, Jorge Masvidal and Wonderboy. Even in the losses, he had some moments of life to make you believe that something STILL is in there. In his most recent fight vs Mike Perry, it sure felt like the "old" Ellenberger was back----right before Perry exploded his face with an elbow. He had glimpses vs Masvidal and I felt like he did damn good vs Tarec Saffiedine as well. What if this is just a really bad ugly sort of slide that'll eventually even itself out? Maybe against weaker competition even? Ben Saunders is really the last in the line for Ellenberger. It's win or go home.

2-Jimmie Rivera

Jimmie Rivera's 5-0 run has been fantastic during his time in the UFC----but outside of the cage? It hasn't been as smooth sailing. We detailed the Moraes fight scuffle but beyond that, Rivera sort of got put in an awkward spot as his wife and Aljamain Sterling had a back and forth on twitter that was pretty cringy. Beyond that Rivera has been known to turn down fights in the past and we know that puts a spotlight on a dude. He's not the guy the UFC "wants" so to speak as much as he's the one they got. Rivera has his main event in what is essentially home turf against an opponent with a ton of buzz. You gotta step up and show out.

3- Sijara Eubanks

The Eubanks we saw on TUF was a hell of a lot better than the Eubanks from Invicta. Even with that said, she got yanked from the event the day before fighting for the title due to an awful weight cut. She might've had enough to beat Nicco Montano but alas and alack, it's back to the drawing board. Lauren Murphy is a really tough go of it in your UFC debut but if the TUF Eubanks shows up? Good chance she pulls this off.

4- Jose "Shorty" Torres

It's short notice and that normally is the caveat needed. This is a different situation though. It's not just some prospect but arguably MMA's best unsigned prospect. We're talking about a guy in Jose Torres who is too good to not have these sorts of expectations put on him. He has the ability to be a genuine lightning bolt in a struggling 125 lb weight class or a blossoming 135 lb weight class. It's a lot of pressure to put on somebody making a short notice debut but again, Torres is a different kind of fighter and a different kind of prospect.

5- Vinc Pichel

He is the opponent. Gregor Gillespie is the guy that everybody is excited about which leaves Pichel in the spot of "don't lose too badly!" which is always a bad place to be. Pichel is the sort of fighter who presents enough stylistic questions for Gillespie that even if Gregor is better, you're still looking at a guy who has the ability to give Gillespie some problems.  The pressure is on Pichel to not get blown out here and test Gillespie.

Five Can't Miss Fights

1- Marlon Moraes vs Jimmie River

2- Jarred Brooks vs Jose Torres

3- Walt Harris vs Daniel Spitz on the Walt Harris factor alone

4- Julio Arce vs Daniel Teymur

5-  Nik Lentz vs David Teymur

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Oblivion - WillNE Imagine

Title: Oblivion Pairing: WillNE x Reader Requested(?): yes thank you! Warnings: smut smut smut

— “I love the boys but sometimes you just need a girl to talk to. You know?” I asked Gee as she poured my coffee into a mug.

“I definitely get you. That’s why all of us girls need to hang out more often.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” The two of us laughed and began talking about our weeks.

“So when are you finally going to tell Will you like him then?” She teased.

“Shhh! Are you forgetting he lives here!” I said in a whisper-yell.

“He sleeps well into the afternoon you’re fine.” I sighed and nodded.

I had been keeping my feelings for Will quiet for a few months now. I was half scared of rejection and half scared of him just laughing in my face.

“I think you should just go for it. You would finally be able to relieve that sexual frustration of yours.” I choked on my drink, laughing at her blunt statement. “I’m serious! How many times have you been sexually frustrated and it been able to do something about it?”

I thought about it for a minute. There had definitely been quite a few times. Especially the other day when we all went out to eat and Will wore that damn green jumper of his, looking like a damn model with his hair perfect and his eyes popping against the green jumper.

“More times than I’d like to admit actually. I just want to ride his dick into oblivion. Is that too much to ask?”

“Then tell him!” Gee said.

“I’ll think about it. Wait shhh, I think I hear him.” We both quit talking for a few minutes and then heard Will’s door open.

“I’m going to head out, Josh wants to go out for lunch. I’ll text you?”

“Georgina I swear to God don’t do this to me.” I grabbed her arm and she shook me off, smiling and running to the door. I sighed when I heard the door slam.

“She was sure in a hurry.” I heard Will’s voice behind me and I jumped slightly, startled at the sudden noise.

“You scared me.” I laughed and he joined in.

“Sorry about that, you sticking around?”

“Uh yeah sure; what else have I got to do?” I shrugged and he nodded. I took in his appearance. A fitting black tshirt and grey sweatpants. This boy would be the death of me.

“Want to get absolutely dominated in a game of FIFA?” He suggested.

“Sure, but I guarantee you’ll be the one losing.” I teased, passing him and heading for the couch. I sat down, crossing my legs and making myself comfortable.

“You’re on.” Will sat right next to me and handed me my controller.

I chose Chelsea and he chose Newcastle, of course. We began our game and I leaned forward in my seat, getting really into the competition.

“Loser buys the other coffee next time we go out!” Will said scoring his first goal.

“You cheeky bastard.” I moved my players, passing the ball around the back for a few seconds before moving for the goal.

I shot and scored, letting out a celebratory statement and feeling the adrenaline pumping in my body.

Will went to score and I bumped his arm slightly, causing him to miss.

“You dirty cheater!” He yelled, shoving me back. I smirked and continued to play, eventually making my way through and scoring another goal. The full time whistle was blown and I smirked, turning my body to face Will.

“How’s it feel being a loser?” I teased him. He rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone.

“How does it feel being a cheater?” He retorted.

“I’m not a cheater you’re just shite at football.”

“Oi football and FIFA are two very different playing fields.”

“And you’re bad at both of them.”

The two of us sat there on the couch, scrolling through our phones. I browsed my twitter feed and I suddenly felt Will’s hand on my knee. It wasn’t a huge deal, he was probably just trying to make himself more comfortable. I couldn’t help the small amount of lust building in my stomach and I rubbed my legs together gently, playing it off as an itch but internally I was screaming.

Will’s hand moved slightly up and I felt myself becoming hornier, sneaking a glance at his crotch. In his grey sweats the imprint of his dick was quite visible and it was causing me an intense amount of sexual frustration. His hand slipped just that little bit more and I was about to burst. His long fingers were right on my inner thigh quite close to my throbbing vagina.

At this point he had to have known what he was doing. I decided to take matters into my own hands, taking one of my hands and pushing his hand right onto my vagina, causing him to drop his phone and look at me with a quite shocked look on his face. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I moved my hand and placed it directly onto his clothes covered penis. His eyes shut in pleasure and I leaned my body forwards, adding more pressure and massaging him through his sweats.

He let out a moan that only fueled my drive. I took his hand and brought it up to my breast, allowing him to touch me.

“Do you still want to ride my dick into oblivion?” I let out a gasp and he smirked.

“You were eavesdropping?”

“I couldn’t help it when I heard you talking about how bad you wanted me. Tell me more.” He squeezed my boob as I straddled his lap.

“I want you to fuck me.” I said using my other hand to touch myself, rubbing over my vagina and causing Will to harden underneath me.

“How bad?” He grabbed my hands and held them firmly behind my back, not allowing me to touch myself.

“So bad." I pushed myself down onto his hardening penis and I let a soft moan leave my body from the small amount of friction. He let my hands go and I quickly reached for the bottom of my top, pulling it over my body and then quickly taking off my bra. Will’s hands found my waist and he laid me down on the couch, slipping his hand into my shorts and as soon as his hand found my vagina I let out a moan. He pulled my shorts and panties down my legs and brought his face down to my throbbing core.

"You’re so wet for me darling.” He whispered, sliding two fingers into me and curling them at just the right angle to make my body react to his touch.

“Don’t tease me Will.” He took his fingers out, licking them clean and then attaching his lips to my clit. I let out a breathy moan as he licked patterns along me and caused my heart to race like no other.

“Please.” I whimpered, placing my hands in his hair and pushing him further into my core.

He sat up, removing his shirt and I sat up, pushing him onto his back and quickly sliding his sweats and boxers down. I immediately wrapped my hand around him and he moaned. I took him into my mouth and hollowed my cheeks, wanting to give him the most pleasure I could.

“If you want me to last you need to stop, love.” He said. I complied and allowed him to take over. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?” I nodded and followed him, making sure we grabbed our clothes in case someone came round.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my lips to his. As we made out he laid me down on the bed, his hand fumbling in his side table for a condom.

“You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this.” I said taking the condom from his hand and rolling it onto him.

“Same. I’ve dropped slight hints but I think they went unnoticed.” He lined himself up with me and pushed in. My back arched into his body and I let out a moan.

“Fuck.” I let out, his hand reaching down and rubbing on my clit.

He was thrusting in and out, the pace making me melt against his skin.

“I’m close.” He said kissing my neck and leaving a mark or two in his path.

He let out a few more thrusts and I reached my climax, him following suit a few seconds later.

He rested his head on my chest and pulled out, disposing of the condom.

“Is this a bad time to admit that I have feelings for you?” I asked, finally gaining the confidence to say something. He looked into my eyes and smiled at me.

“This is a perfect time. I like you too Y/n.” I grinned and brought his lips to mine.

“Let’s get cleaned up and go out for a coffee?” He asked. I nodded.

“And you get to pay, being the loser and all.” He rolled his eyes and laughed.

“As long as I get you I’m still a winner.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead.

“You’re so cheesy.”

“You love it.”

“You’re right, I do.” I dressed myself and headed into the kitchen to wait for him.

“Did you tell him?” I jumped at Gee’s voice.

“Yes, and um… I’ll fill you in later.” She raised an eyebrow and Will walked out.

“Ready to go babe? Oh, hey Gee.”

“Babe? Is this a thing? I’m so confused.” Will put his arm around my shoulder and smiled at me.

“I’ll fill you in later, we’re heading out for food.” She nodded and Will and I headed for the door. “Wait I forgot my phone, I’ll meet you at the car.” He nodded and I ran back into the flat.

“We just had sex before you showed up and we’re also dating.” I said quickly.

“What! I need more details!” She screamed.

“I’ll tell you later!” I grabbed my phone and ran back to the door, finding Will waiting for me by the elevator.

“I hope you know she’s going to tease the hell out of me for the next year now.” He said clearly amused.

“Is it worth it though?” I questioned.

“It definitely is.” He kissed me softly and we headed out.

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How to get her backMy first piece of advice for getting her back is this: don’t try to get her back. It’s a bad idea. It’s too much work and usually leads to rejection again. But, alas, I have gotten girls “back” before, so I will show you how to do it. Obviously there are no guarantees.Before you proceed, please keep this in mind: if she rejected you once, she will probably reject you again. I know you think you’ve “improved” yourself or “fixed” what’s wrong with you so that now she’ll like you, but most likely she sees you as the same person. It takes A LOT of work to fundamentally transform yourself from somebody she doesn’t want to somebody she does want. And even if you did succeed in that transformation, her brain is still emotionally wired to see you as a certain kind of person (beneath her) and it takes A LOT of work to rewire somebody’s brain to think differently from you. Imagine if you saw the nerdiest kid in your high school right now. No matter how much he’s changed, your brain would still want to continue thinking of him as the high school nerd. It’s even worse when a girl has rejected you. No matter what you’ve transformed yourself into, she still feels like she has that power over you.Why do you want her back?The main reason you want her back is because she bruised your ego, and now you want to fix it. Most of the time when a guy (or girl) wants their ex back, it isn’t to live happily ever after, but to get the ex in a position to punish them in revenge. I have had exes lure me with the most intricate plots just so they could reject ME and make themselves feel better. I once had an ex who I dumped meet me in a club and fuck me in the bathroom. She then suggested we go to another club. Thinking that the night was going great, I agreed to go with her. She brought me into the VIP section of the club, only to have me kicked out by her “new” guy friends. She set the whole night up just to get revenge on me. Of course, that ex was a terrible shithead, but the seed of that emotion exists in everybody.The human ego is a powerful thing, and it literally cannot take no for an answer. If somebody bruises our ego, we either tell ourselves a story as to why that person was wrong (“they don’t know me, they’re just jealous, they don’t matter, I can do better, etc...”) OR we DEMAND that that person fix the damage they caused.Unfortunately, a rejection in a relationship is the worst kind of blow an ego can face because you’ve formed an intensely close connection with somebody and you’ve come to rely on them for your ego feeling good. This person has gotten to know you intimately, and now they are saying that you are not good enough for them. On top of that, there is way to tell ourselves they were wrong: they DID know you, they DID matter, they WEREN’T jealous, for a long time you didn’t think you could do better, etc...Before you get her back, you must first determine what you want from getting her back. Oftentimes, guys don’t really want to actually restart a relationship with the girl that dumped them, but to “punish” her and get that feeling of power and control that she took from them. If that’s what you are looking for, you are just asking for trouble because, despite your efforts at gaining the upper hand, you fundamentally “need” something from her (closure, a feeling of power, etc...) which ensures that she will keep the power over you. The only legitimate reason to try to “get her back” is because you enjoy her company and the thing that caused you to break up the first time was a misunderstanding or you made some mistakes you can correct.Why did you lose her?Whether you can get a girl back depends on why she was with you in the first place and why she dumped you. If she originally started dating you as a placeholder until she could get to the guy she really wanted, you should not try to get her back because she never really liked you and will probably never like you. Most guys find it very hard to accept they are a placeholder because women are incredible actors and no guy wants to believe that those incredible emotions he felt (and the perceived incredible emotions felt by the woman) were a lie. But the truth is that when women feel lonely or desperate or “crazy”, they often get into relationships with guys they are not 100% about and they can act just as interested around these placeholders as guys they actually like. It may be difficult and painful, but you should objectively take stock of why she was with you in the first place. If she was being crazy or she wanted something from you (stability, money, status, etc...), you need to move on and not look back.It is possible to get a girl who does not like you to start to like you, but it usually requires A LOT of work and oftentimes requires you to radically redefine who you are fundamentally are. If she never really liked you that much, continuing to chase her is a waste of your time and poison for your self-esteem.Other times women dump you because the balance of power shifts in the relationship. When women have too much power in the relationship, they often lose attraction to the man (the exact mechanisms behind this are complex, but you can read about it in my other articles). When there is a power shift, you can sometimes get her back, but it takes A LOT of work because you must fundamentally rewire both your brain and hers to think of you as the powerful one. “First impressions” are extremely important because usually, when a person wires their mind to think of another person in a certain way, it is very difficult to change that wiring. I have developed the concept of the “encounter,” which I define as the moment that two people first interact and “rank” each other in the subconscious dominance hierarchy through which humans see the world. Once the encounter happens, it is very difficult for the parties to “switch” positions, where the inferior person becomes superior and vice-versa.A woman may also dump you because you did something wrong or developed a bad habit. Many guys get dumped because they develop a drug problem, or a video game problem, or they are chronically unemployed, abusive, shitty, etc... If you get dumped because you became a loser, it will be very difficult to get her back because you have probably lost of the power you had in the relationship. It is very difficult to become the alpha male in a relationship if you don’t have a job, have a drinking problem, etc... If, however, she dumped you because you did a specific wrong thing, it is easier to get her back, but you must genuinely apologize for that mistake and make sure you never do it again.Women also sometimes dump you because they get bored of you. Boredom is usually linked to power. If she has a more exciting life than you, or has access to a more exciting life than the one you can provide, then she holds the power in the relationship, and it will be very difficult for you to regain that power and develop a life than is interesting enough to hold her attention. I have seen many young, hot girls that were dating boring guys and dumped those guys because they were offered more fun by older, richer, and more alpha guys.Women also leave because they feel rejected. The aphorism “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” is true because one of humanity’s strongest impulses is to be “accepted” into the tribe, and making a woman feel rejected or unwanted will cause her to feel bitter and resentful. The word “feel” is important here: you don’t need to actually reject a woman for her to feel rejected. If you ignore her, or act distantly towards her, or do anything to make her subconscious mind feel excluded, she will react negatively. One of the traits of a “player” is that he can make women feel accepted and included even if he is not paying much attention to her or giving her much of his time.If you rejected a woman, it is possible to “un-reject” her, but she will always carry that resentment from the first rejection and fear that it will happen again. She will be less likely to trust you and it will take a lot of work to convince her that you are not going to do it again. Furthermore, telling her you won’t reject her again won’t work: her problem is that she is stricken with a feeling, and you can’t change a feeling by just saying things. You just have to make sure that you are hyper-vigilant and you don’t do anything that could even be remotely construed as “rejecting” her again.The actual stepsStep 1: No contactNo matter why she dumped you, the first thing you need to do is cut her off for a while. I usually recommend 60 days, but the “correct” amount of time is however long it takes for you to get over her and stop “needing” her. If you immediately try to get her back you look needy, desperate, and like you cannot control your emotions. My definition of “no contact” is very strict – not only must you not call her, you must block her on social media and you must avoid people that will talk about her. You must completely replace her in your mind with other things.Oftentimes, the powerful party in a relationship will dump somebody but then seek to keep them around as a plaything that they can use for sex, companionship, or other favors. You must not let your ex treat you like this. If you want a certain level of commitment from her, and she is unwilling to provide it, you need to move on. Don’t try to “stay in her good graces” by being her shoulder to cry on, or doing favors for her, etc... Cut her off completely, not in a rude or shitty way, but in a “I’m busy and I have other shit to do” way.DO NOT send her long, emotional diatribes, give her long, drawn-out apologies, or generally beg to get her back. Relationships exist in the domain of feelings, and mere words usually cannot defeat feelings. If you actually did something wrong, apologize once (just once!) and then move on. If she dumps you, you can simply respond “ok, well I really enjoyed my time with you. Good luck!” Keep it positive and make her feel like you are less emotional about the situation than she is, and that you can move on quicker than she can.Step 2: Correct the power differentialBefore you can get her back you must reclaim the “power” position in the relationship. Reclaiming power consists of two components: First, you must change yourself so that you no longer “need” her, and then you must demonstrate that new mental state to her.Changing your mental state is very difficult because as I stated earlier, once our minds are wired to view ourselves as occupying a certain position in the dominance hierarchy vis-à-vis somebody else, it is very difficult to change that. If you feel like you are “beneath” a woman, or she is “out of your league,” or you are “lucky to have her,” or you just have strong emotional feelings of neediness towards her, it is very difficult to eliminate those feelings and put the relationship on a more even playing field. Many guys lie to themselves and trick themselves into thinking they’ve “gotten over her” but once they are back in her presence they immediately revert back to their old needy, pathetic, emotional state.One way to break out of a stale mindset is to genuinely change who you are. You can do this by starting a new hobby, re-dedicating yourself to an exercise/meditation/wellness regimen, and generally improving yourself so much that you no longer think of yourself as the same person that got dumped. These are many of the same steps that you would undertake to get over a break-up.You also need to cultivate abundance. If you want to get her back because you feel lonely without her or you feel like she is the best you can do, you will revert right back into your previous needy, powerless self around her. In all relationships, you should hang out with her because you genuinely enjoy her company, not because you “need” her. You need to feel like you have other options, and the best way to cultivate that feeling is by meeting other girls and actually having other options.Oftentimes, both men and women try to reclaim the power by acting shitty or devious towards the other party. They try to make them jealous by posting pictures of their new boo, or they purposely ignore or act coldly towards their ex, or they do shitty, rude, and disrespectful things to their ex. These tactics do not work because they show that you still care. In the dominance hierarchy, the alpha male does not care about or think about the lower-ranked apes at all, so if you show any feelings at all, even negative ones, you are subconsciously communicating to her that you are beneath her in the dominance hierarchy.No matter what terrible things your ex did you to, the best way to “win” and take the power back is by acting like you don’t care at all, as if her shitty behavior totally did not affect you. One of my favorite quotes is “the opposite of love is not hate; the opposite of love is apathy.” The best way to show apathy is to just be nice. If you met some random person that you knew nothing about and did not care about, how would you act? You would act nice, because why not?? People only act shitty when they are emotionally affected by the other person.Of course, if your ex actually did horrible things to you, you should move on. There is a certain level of disrespect or harm that you should never tolerate, no matter how good the sex is, or how nice she is on her good days. A man needs boundaries, and harming you or your interests is a boundary that should never be crossed. I have very strict standards, and I excuse very little bad behavior, but I consider things like ignoring you and not calling you back relatively excusable because it merely a lack of interest on her part and not malice. I will also let mild “shit test”-type insults slide, if I know that she is doing to test my alphaness rather than to actually insult me. If, however, she is stealing from you, trying to hurt your feelings, or harming you in other ways, you should not try to act “powerful” like you don’t care – you should cut her off and move on.Step 3: The initial reach outThe “reconnection” can only really occur after the raw wound of the breakup has healed, and enough time has passed for her to no longer feel like she has power over you. Ideally, she will reach out to you because she misses you. If she does not do this, however, you must reach out to her, but you must wait enough time for the old, negative feelings to dissipate. A lot of philosophers and thinkers have noticed that people frequently look to the past as a “golden age,” and I think this is because we have a natural tendency to forget the bad memories but we remember the good memories.Whether or not you reach out to her, or she reaches out to you, or you guys just run into each other, you must be completely positive and nice when you see her again. You absolutely cannot let on that you have negative feelings for her, or that you still feel needy and supplicating. Women are attracted to dominant men that are consistently positive, and it is difficult to present that frame when you have a negative history with her. If she wronged you in a way that you cannot get over, you should not rekindle a relationship with her. If you plan on “punishing” her, you should not rekindle a relationship. And if you still feel needy or angry, you should not rekindle a relationship.The initial reach out is dangerous because, if you play it wrong, you can quickly fall back into your previous, groveling, supplicating self.To reach out, I suggest using a “hook point” from your previous relationship. During any relationship, you guys are going to have certain positive experiences, and you can reach back out to her using one of these “hooks.” For example, if she told you a funny story, you can text her “hey I told your story about the stripper buttholes last night and my friends thought it was hilarious.” If she really likes a musical artist, you can text her “hey I listened to the new Metallica album today, it’s really good!” The key here is to make her feel like you really are just sharing an experience you had and not trying to weasel your way back into her life. A bad reach out text would be asking her for something (“hey what are you doing tonight”) or sending some needy, pathetic (“I miss you!”).If she does not respond to your reach out text, move on. She either has no feelings for you or she is so mad at you she does not want to deal with your bullshit. Even if your feelings for somebody are weak, or you have some problems with somebody, you will usually react positively to hearing from them after a long time. If she does not respond at all, you are fighting a losing battle.If she does respond, you should have a text conversation with her. Normally, I am against having long text conversations with girls, but a reconnection is one of the few situations where I think it is appropriate. You can do some catching up, but again, you must not sound needy or overly excited to get her back. And if you can’t lose the script of “I just saw something interesting I wanted to share.”Hopefully, she responds to your reach-out text by saying something like “we should hang out!” If she does this, don’t get too excited. Respond by saying something like “yeah! That sounds good! I’ll let you know when something fun comes up.” That way, you are showing that you are open to meeting, but you are still making her feel like you are not needy and too anxious to get back with her. Saying “I’ll let you know when something fun comes up” creates some uncertainty in her mind as to whether you really want her back. The next step is to wait a few days, find a fun event, and then invite her to it.If she does not suggest hanging out in your reconnection conversation, she is probably less interested. You can try asking her out if you guys have a good conversation, but you are on thin ice and may come off as overeager. I suggest instead letting the conversation come to a natural close, waiting a while, and then reaching out again a week or two when something else reminds her of you. The goal here is to destroy the weirdness and have a normal relationship without the negativity of the past relationship.Step 4: The new relationshipIf you actually get to the point where you guys are hanging out again, the “new relationship” must be free of all the bullshit of the past relationship. If she tries to bring up past fights or drama, you should apologize once (ONCE!!) and then say “that was a long time ago.” If she really presses you on something wrong you did, you can say “I was immature back then and I’ve grown as a person.” You cannot let yourself dragged into long fights about what happened before – no good will come of them. You must stay positive.You must also make sure you do not fall into the patterns of the old relationship where you are supplicating to her, acting needy, getting into fights, etc... The new relationship is a chance to “reset” your relationship and do it right, but you can blow your chance at restarting if you fall back into the old, shitty patterns.How to not get hookedFor future reference, instead of trying to get her back, you should make sure you don’t get hooked in the first place. Relationships are intoxicating partly because somebody is pumping up our ego with fake validation. It’s fake because your validation should never come from somebody else: it should come from reality and yourself. Of course it is natural for humans to want validation from each other, but nobody should ever give you so much validation and make you so dependent on them that you feel shitty if their validation is gone.Let’s say you are some average looking, average personality, average everything guy, and you start dating some super hot, brilliant, famous woman, for God knows what reason. Maybe she was feeling lonely or crazy or maybe you somehow tricked her into thinking you were better than you actually are (btw, one downside of having awesome game is that you sometimes rope in chicks that are way out of your league, and then when the girls get to know you, they realize that you are beneath them and they dump you). With your new super hot girlfriend you will naturally start feeling like you are the shit and when you get dumped it will feel terrible. In reality, you may become a little bit “better” because you hang out with her – you may become a little smarter, more cultured, etc... But at the end of the day, you are basically the same fucking person. Having a hot girlfriend did not make you “better” in any way – you are not smarter, better looking, more cultured, etc... because you have a hot girlfriend. SHE IS NOT YOU. YOU ARE NOT HER. You are different people: what she eats doesn’t make you shit. If some dumb, superficial guys think you are more awesome because you have a hot girlfriend, they are being idiots and you shouldn’t buy into their bullshit.This may seem painfully, almost stupidly obvious, but it is natural for men to feel like they are actually “better” because they have a hot girl. I have seen tons of mediocre guys date girls that were way too hot for them, and I have seen these guys’ egos literally get bigger. They literally start talking more shit, acting tougher, acting more arrogant, etc... just because they have a hot girlfriend. But of course, when the hot girlfriend dumps these guys, they become puddles of sadness. The worst thing is when these guys give up on their manly pursuits because they have a hot girlfriend. If you start playing in a rock band to get girls, and you feel like you’ve gotten the most awesome girl ever, you may quit playing in a rock band because the original purpose is gone. Tons of guys, especially young, immature guys in high school and college get sidetracked from their dreams because of some woman. Think about this: if a woman is keeping you from your hobbies, dreams and your friends, she doesn’t really like you.You may be yelling at your computer right now “don’t you teach us there are no ‘leagues’??” Well, in my heart I believe there are no leagues, and any 2 people can get together if the circumstances are right (although probabilities heavily vary). But most guys, because of society and their emotions, do believe in leagues, and when they feel like they are with a girl out of their league their self-esteem skyrockets and then when she dumps them their self-esteem plummets. If you truly convince yourself there are no leagues, you will feel like you can get another [equivalent] girl whenever you want.ConclusionLike I said before, you should not try to get a girl back. If she dumped you, it’s usually because she either does not like you or because you did something you cannot recover from. I have “gotten back” girls before, but the “new relationship” was never good as the old one because the old resentments, lack of trust, and negative feelings were always lurking beneath the surface.My website: http://www.woujo.com via /r/dating_advice