#mate that woman just got sent to super hell

[rain-world-positivity-blog]

woe, autism be upon ye!!!

[alightwhendarknessfell]

Recent Palaye Royale Issues

I am beyond disappointed in Palaye. Yet somehow not surprised. I feel like as fans, at this point. You only should be surprised at yourself…for trusting these male artists with a lot of privilege in life, from birth…to not be even worse. Once they gain even more privilege. The same story keeps happening over and over again. I think the lesson remains to same to all fans. We don’t really know them, so you can’t know they are a good person. Palaye Royale has had several chances over the years and blown them all. Now you have Emerson getting caught in a HUGE lie, while trying to defend himself against accusations he sent vulgar images to a minor. Well if he’s willing to lie about his life and the woman he was engaged to. You can’t trust anything they say. His fiancé btw just left him because of his lies. He said they were in an open relationship and just expected her to SUBMIT and go along with his deception to the bands fans. All because there was evidence of him sending nudes to someone between October of 2022 and now in March. That the person might be a minor. Then Sebastian went on a Twitter rampage trying to do the most desperate damage control, I have ever seen. ( He even had the audacity to try anc cheer on SceneQueen with her new song 18+) Then the accounts of people who tried to share the truth got attacked. The band going as far as to get a google docs account destroyed and deleted. Thinking they got rid of the evidence. Thankfully several people still have the receipts. Then Palaye Royale organized an emergency meeting of their most “loyal” fan via their super engaged discord. This is an obvious sign of grooming. This band grooms their entire fan base. Manipulates them and treats them like they are fools. Then, trying to future distract from their brother being exposed by his own future wife as a liar. Sebastian posts several times about his own wife and puppy…hoping to quiet the fan base. While Remington in a cordinated effort drops a not so causal photo in a shower, tagged with his new GF. That no one knew about for certain until now. Hell of a time for Remington to just drop that don’t you think? They are absolutely masters of their craft. Their craft is manipulating and I wish I trusted my gut years ago. Further more, Remington’s ex Kaylen is supporting Emerson’s now former fiancé Shy and they are in contact with eachother. As is Demerie. Kaylen went so far as to like a post from a BVB fan who talked about how Brandon Hoover’s ex tried to warn people weeks ago that Remington is just as bad as Brandon and that is why they were sticking together. What people don’t realize is that in Heidi’s case she was at PR’s house a lot with Hoover. Crown’s lead singer was their room mate for a long time until really this year. There were so many photos of all the little cliches together. Kaylen was also mistreated by Remington and fans didn’t want to face it back then. ( I didn’t realize until looking at Kaylen’s posts and pain) She has thankfully moved on and is having a child with someone that actually loves her! Palaye Royale are a unique band in the sense that they are brothers. All three brothers have shown everything from problematic behavior to now allegations from their former partners. It’s bad enough when a band has multiple issues without the members being from the same family. This is just too frequent. The more successful they have gotten, the more they lashed out at fans. Palaye Royale went so far as to lash out at fans when they got called out for working with a known trans/phone. ( Which I wish I had known sooner, so I could have left then) Like when there is smoke, there is fire and where their is fire, their is an inferno. Looking at which men are supporting each other in the industry when certain dudes are getting exposed. Is pretty eye opening once you start to look. Considering the effort of not only Emerson, but his brothers. Their corruption and deception is a family affair. If it wasn’t for Shy, so many people would have believed Emerson’s lies and I think that is terrifying. He was counting on a woman he disrespected and betrayed, to be publicly humiliated and lie for him. So he could get away with it. Then continue down the aisle with him? The audacity…

I’ve really LOOKED at PR for the first time and you know what they are all about the “PR”. Their gfs and wives are used as part of their branding and marketing. It became clear how not only Sebastian but then Remington weaponize interest in their personal lives to deflect from their brother’s exposure. Those women are beautiful accessories to vapid men. Those men weaponize mental illness, clothing and cool aesthetics to insight an emotional response and connection to their fans. Who also fall victim. So that you don’t see under the mask. They use interest in their personal lives to expand their mythos and engagement. Their wives and gfs like puppets. Well Shy cut her strings. She didn’t just say oh Emerson lied. She said he was TOXIC and that she was done. My heart aches for her. To be so publicly betrayed and treated like less than a person. She was just his alibi in the end. These women are as lovely as can be, more beautiful conventionally speaking than most ever will be. They still aren’t good enough for the toxic men of this scene. You can’t be good enough for a toxic man. I know you have posted about them in the past Ren and gone to their shows etc. I wasn’t sure if you were still that active with them anymore. I hope you see this if you are. It’s just awful and god if it’s not “all men will disappoint you” in the scene the last year few years…. It’s just endless

Oh and Ashley Purdy came up in all of this and Demerie actually responded to people making some comparison between Emerson and Ashley. She said there are even more VILE things Purdy did that still have never come to light. Even more?!!!! That he should be in jail for and that she is happy BVB kicked him out, at least. That ultimately he needs to be in JAIL though for what he has done.

Last thing for those wondering. If you look at the time line of tweets. You can see fans would say oh maybe he got hacked? Then Emerson is like oh I got hacked. Fans were like, oh he’s in an open relationship So Emerson goes, I’m in an open relationship ) which is how he gets caught in the lie) You can actually see his statement get built by fan theories hours before he made it. Then Sebastian gets sent the 18+ SQ song about bands that let underage girls on buses etc. Suddenly Sebastian, decides to engage with SQ. That kind of mirroring is usually seen with narcissism. Then fans are like oh well forget Emerson I’m music going to stan Seb and Rem. I’m sure they are great partners. Seb and Rem drop a bunch of content showing them as “loving” partners. I’m not a huge conspiracy nut but I’m also not blind either. At least now I don’t have to care about the Palaye Royale album I ordered…that Sumerian Records of course never sent me and basically stole my money. Which is pretty much the general experience with THAT label. You can’t look at anything around Sumerian Records, without the majorly of comments being like “ I ordered all of these things a year ago and I never got to them”.

The above is a submission 

Reply: I feel so bad for Shy, it’s not fair that Emerson lied about their relationship. My heart goes out to her. 

I do agree, that it seems like PR’s team is trying to sweep this under the rug as fast as they can. In my opinion, that’s not a good look because it makes it SO obvious that it’s what they’re doing. 

[mackeydoodledoo]

A Shoulder to Cry On: Chapter 1

Pairing: Stella x (Fem!)Reader MC: Cirrus Qrow

Chapter Summary: Cirrus Qrow is a transfer from Red Fountain Academy: immediately catching the eye of Andreas, to which he has her training closely under Sky and Riven. Beatrix tells Stella to go find someone else to pine after. So Stella begins to find her own ground on what and who she wants.

Warnings: Vulnerability, Swearing/Vulgar Language, Angsty, Jealousy

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Indent = Text Messaging, Bold/Italic = Flashback

Chapter Theme: Into My Arms - COIN

A/n: Happens in Season 2. 05/30/2024: I decided to rewrite this series: I wanted to make it better.

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*Sky’s POV* “So, what’d you think of the new transfer?” Riven comes up to you

“What do I think?” You ask, chuckling, “She’s a natural. Rosalind mentioned that she took an internship working with the Solarian Army.”

“Now don't get a boner for her,” Riven jokes with you, “You’re shagging the Dragon Flame don’t forget.”

“Fuck off,” You sigh in annoyance, “So far she hasn’t even gawked at either one of us since she got here.”

You push him away as you observe her sparring session with two specialists at once. 

*Cirrus’ POV* You didn’t have the chance to move in at all, you were sent to the greenhouse before they could find a proper room and roommate for you in the Specialists dorm. But, it was only for a single night. You stop in front of the door with the number that matched with the number on your paper. 

“Hello?” You call to the person on the other side of the door

You open the door and see a woman with frizzed hair, setting herself down onto her desk.

“Ahh, you must be Cirrus, I’m Kat,” She introduces herself, “Wasn’t sure which side of the room you wanted but I made sure that there was some kind of distinction between our sides.”

“Thanks Kat,” You say, beginning to occupy the empty part of the room, “So... You were here last year.. What was that like here?”

“Insane,” She sighs, “But, we didn't really have to fight them as they were all after Sky’s girlfriend.”

“The Dragon Flame?” You ask

She nods.

“Wonder what it would be like if I had some kind of power like that whilst being a Specialist,” You wonder

“You’d sure as hell be super powerful,” Kat states

*Stella’s POV* “What are you doing here?” Beatrix asks

I can’t let her know about the plan...

“It’s embarrassing,” You sigh

“I’m listening,” She says

“I... I was looking out for Sky,” You confess

“Oh, more like... Stalking?” She asks, smiling

“Yeah, like I said, embarrassing,” You sigh

“Rather your shoes are embarrassing, stalking is pathetic,” She replies

“You tell no one about this,” You demand

“Please, I’m no snitch,” She says, “But like... Either go to therapy, or find someone else to pine after.”

You blankly stare at her.

“It’s been months,” She sighs in frustration, walking away

+*+

"Can you manage getting the guard’s keys, unlock Silvia's chains and sneak him out?” Aisha looks at you

“I just hope that I don’t break my back carrying the entire plan,” You joke

“Let’s take a moment to appreciate this entire plan,” Terra smiles, “Even Stella is happy she is involved.”

+*+

You were attempting to keep your head down too low: texting your friends that you were about to meet up with them, you didn’t realize you had run into someone. Arms wrap themselves around your midsection; preventing you from falling onto the ground.

“Are you alright?” A feminine voice asks

As you look at your savior, your mouth open to answer, but no words come out. 

“My office, now,” Rosalind’s voice firmly tells you

Just as she helps you onto your feet, er hands slowly drift from your hips as she walks the opposite of you. 

“I’ll see you around, Princess,” She says

You watch her round the corner; nearly forgetting that Rosalind was standing right in front of you. 

+*+

It was painful... Everything felt sore. You were walking back to your suite. You had to figure out how you were going to tell your suite-mates that you were a now-caged princess.

I can’t let them pity me...

You grunt: running into someone again...

*Cirrus’ POV* “Princess,” She chuckles, “We have got to-”

You stop speaking when she looks up at you, tears streaked her face, eyes red-puffy. You look around for any lurking eyes, and then bring her to an intimate spot around the main hall.

“Talk to me princess,” You wipe her tears away

“N-not here,” She sniffles, “Lets go back to the suite.... Please. I can’t be seen here...”

You nod. You wrap your arm around her shoulder and try to keep her on the down low as the both of you walk back to her suite. 

+*+

“This.. Thing is keeping me from leaving Alfea grounds,” She explains

You stare at the gem stuck in her back: the punctures still red.

“That’s really excessive,” You say

You carefully trace the outer parts of the area. Your fingers instinctively retract once she reacted. 

“I just remembered that I never got your name,” She changes the subject

“Hah,” She sighs, “Cirrus Qrow.”

*Stella’s POV* The hot transfer from Red Fountain?!... 

You gently chuckle to yourself...

“I’m-”

“Stella,” She answers

“How-?”

“Come on, you think I don't know the Crown Princess of Solaria when I see her?” She chuckles

The both of you hear the door open... Stella puts her sweater back over her and composes herself as she walks to the door. You lurk behind her.

“Uhm, where the hell have you been?” Aisha asks

“Guys, let’s not gang up on her until we know the full story,” Musa states

You notice their eyes lurking behind your shoulder.

“Oh. My. God.” Musa’s surprised face turns into a smile,”You brought the hot transfer into your room?”

“You do realize we will need details,” Terra states

“Ladies I can assure you nothing happened,” She chuckles, walking past you, “Text me. Yeah?”

“Yeah, sure,” You slightly smile

Her hand drifts from your hipline. She makes her leave from the suite. Your friends eyes look back at you as soon as the door closes.

“You all saw that too right?” Musa teases you, “The way her hands were on her hips?”

“I hate you all,” You sigh in frustration

*Cirrus’ POV* You attempt to subtly enter your dorm again however, Kat was awake.

“Heard you went to the Princess’ suite,” She smirks

“Nothing happened,” You say

“Right,” She chuckles, “What happened then?”

“Things that aren’t my story to disclose,” You answer

“Come on, there’s got to be something,” Kat sits up in her bed

“Nothing that you don’t need to concern yourself with,” You argue

“Ooooh, is Cirrus Qrow already crushing on the princess?” Kat asks, smirking

“Absolutely not,” You say, “I had only ran into her twice.”

+*+

You’ve been visiting Stella at her request since giving her your number. Mostly when she has the suite to herself. You’d often see her with Beatrix outside of the suite. But you didn’t think anything of it.

“Have you told your friends yet Stel?” You ask

*Stella’s POV* You sigh in relief when you feel her fingertips gently dance across your back, carefully avoiding your gem. You’ve been trying to forcefully rip it out of you. But alas, it is stuck.

“No,” You answer

“Why not?” She asks, looking down at you the best she could

“I don't want them to pity me,” You reply, looking up at her

“So you’re seeking a semi-stranger to vent to?” She asks

“You’re... Different,” You say

“Different?” She asks, sitting up, “Different how?”

You sit up, facing her, “There’s... Just something about you that... That.. I just find myself attracted to.”

“It’s not because I’m simply ‘the hot transfer’ right?” She asks

That’s one thing...

“It’s more than that,” You say

“What else is there... Then?” She asks

Before you could answer, you hear the door to the suite opening. You reach for a sweater off of the bed. Again, you compose yourself and exit your room. 

“Stella, since when did you have anything black?” Aisha asks

You look down at your sweater and notice it was Cirrus’. 

“Since today,” Cirrus pops from behind you, wearing your sweater, “I’ll see you later Stel.”

*Cirrus’ POV* “Oh you and Stella are finally exchanging clothing?” Kat asks

“Well, she took mine so, only fair if I took something of hers,” You chuckle,” I'm surprised at how well bright colors suit me.”

“Princess’ fashion does suit you,” She says, “When are you going to stop brooding and just ask Stella out already?”

“She has a lot of her own things going on,” You say, “I’m not going to add the pressure of having top put certain expectations for someone.”

“I see the way she looks at you when we’re all in the same room together,” Kat states, “Just do it, it may just help her after all.”

“Fine.” You sigh, getting off of your bed

+*+

When you turn the corner to Stella’s suite, you stop; seeing Beatrix at the door.

“Care for a pre-drinks drink?” She asks

“I’m kind of busy, but I’m sure Riven is free,” She says slowly closing the door

As soon as you see Beatrix turn her heel, you immediately try to run.

“Stalking the princess now are we?” She calls out to you

You slowly turn around, lips pressing together. 

“I had a very important question for her,” You say

“And... What as that?” She asks

You pause... 

It’s pathetic...

“None of your business,” You say

You turn your heel and walk back to your dorm.

+*+

“Cirrus Qrow,” Andreas calls for you

You step up into the platform.

“Dane,” He calls

He steps up onto the opposite side of the platform.

“First blood,” He announces

You look at him.

“Afraid to tear your new outfit?” He asks

“It’ll be fine,” Dane lies to you

“Don’t expect me to dial back my moves because you’re still a rookie,” You say

“I’m a 2nd year,” He states, “Don’t expect me to do the same.”

You wait until Dane strikes first. 

You continue going on the defensive, not being able to land an offensive move. You begin to panic as he just continues to make the offensive move. you miscalculated the trajectory of his blade and you yelp; falling to the ground.

“So much for being one of the great students from Red Fountain,” Dane talks down at you

Sky immediately brings you a cloth to prevent infection and blood getting into your eye.

“Your boyfriends will send you dick pics later,” Riven tells Dane, “Let’s get her fixed. You’ll explain it.”

+*+

“That’s a pretty deep gash,” Terra says, gently dabbing your eyebrow

“Thank cocky over there,” You grunt in pain

“Don’t be a sore loser,” Dane chuckles

“That’s enough there Dane,” Riven humbles him, “Why don’t you go back to training.”

“I’ll be fine Riven,” You sigh, “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Alright then,” He raises his hands in defeat, 

Suite’s empty, want to come over?

Terra smiles down at you.

“Am I all good?” You ask

“If it’ll make you and the person who made you smile feel better, yes,” Terra answers

+*+

You could hear Stella’s footsteps as she rushes to the door. Her smile soon drops when she sees your face.

“What happened?” She asks 

*Sky’s POV* “What’s it about nearly taking someone’s eye out?” You come up to Dane

“Nothing,” Dane chuckles, “Just having a chat.”

“Why are you talking about Cirrus as if she’s weak?” He asks

“No, not at all,” He says

“I appreciate you Sky,” Cirrus says, then pats him on the back, “But, if I wanted to fight this battle further, I would have done it myself.”

You look down at your phone: a message from Bloom.

“Got a date tonight?” She asks

“Rosalind’s gone, we could all use a break,” You say, “You gonna come?”

“Nah, I don't really drink,” She says

“Or are you waiting for Stella to ask you to see her?” You ask, smirking

“Hey, man, it’s not like that,” She says, raising her hands, “Beatrix has been missing for a minute.”

“Just.... Careful not to dive yourself too deep,” You advise, “She’s... Close with Beatrix.”

“I’m aware,” She says, “

The both of you part ways to your dorms. 

*Stella’s POV* You listen to your friends talk out in the living room about Rosalind being gone, but none of them seem to plan on finding Beatrix anytime soon. You’d do it yourself 

“Stella, are you going to come?” Bloom asks

“As if I’m going to give the commoners the satisfaction of seeing a princess in a gross, dingy pub,” You say, “Have fun.”

You simply wait for them to leave, pulling out your phone.

Room’s empty, come over?

Be there soon.

+*+

You immediately rush to the door as soon as you hear a knock. You didn't give her any time before you embraced her; inhaling her scent.

“Miss me that much Princess?” She asks, chuckling

“Wish you were in a dorm that was closer,” You say

You lay against Cirrus’ chest, soaking in her presence before the girls come back. The both of you watch her friends’ stories: how much they’re having fun. Cirrus’ fingers draws circles around the gem.

“You still haven’t told them?” She asks

“No,” You answer, “I don’t want them pitying me.”

“It would help them understand why you're stuck here,” She notes, “You don't want them to think you're a lazy princess right?”

“I don’t want them to but if it gives them a better idea then so be it,” You say

“I don’t like that you’re doing this to yourself Stella,” She says, “You have to tell them.”

“Fine,” You say, looking up at her, “But, I’m doing it on my own terms.”

“Because if you don't, I’ll make you do it,” She says

+*+

You stop your scrolling when you see a notification... 

“Stella, what's wrong?” She asks

You nearly shove your phone into her face; a text form Beatrix. She gets out from your embrace and begins phoning her friends. 

“I’ll go,” You get up from the bed

“No! You can’t go!” Stella grabs your hand, “You’re staying here!”

“Okay fine, but we need to tell Silva,” You say

“I’ve texted Sky,” She says, “They’re out, so they’re closer.”

The both of you wait patiently for everyone to return. However, Stella is immediately all over Beatrix.

“Cirrus, it’s best if you go for now,” She tells you

“Wh-what?” You ask

“I’ll text you when I have the chance,” She says

Your expression drops. She sighs; seeing how hurt you were. She gently takes your cheek into her hand. She places her hand on your stomach and places a kiss onto your cheek.

“I promise, okay?” She says

Chapter 2

[bonefall]

OHHH Hollylark is a Tom I got it- this whole time I thought Spark was just getting herself a wife instead. While I do love lesbian Sparkpelt, Tom Hollylark is very nice

The idea of combining the two is also a really cool idea. I’d never of thought of it. If it’s not spoilers for the rewrite how did this change come along or how will it change/tweak the narrative?

I'm so invested in this AU, you have no idea. Question! So Hollylark is two characters combined into one, but he still becomes Sparkpelt's mate, even though Hollylark is Lionblaze's son? And Sparkpelt is Squirrelflight's daughter? Do I understand that correctly or did I miss something?

@katiek101 (Combining this reply into this ask)

The change came along because I was overhauling the family tree! Lionblaze is a major reason why the current tree is so messy, with THREE reproductive kits in ThunderClan alone, with a total of EIGHT grandchildren.

I think it'll also be better for there to be less direct Firestar descendants in general. With my rework, now the only direct grandchildren of Firestar are from Dovewing (in ShadowClan ironically), Ivypool, and Hollylark.

And hell, it's weird they never did anything with Hollytuft! I'm fixing that.

Squirrelflight

Sparkpelt is no longer a child of Squirrelflight! Squirrelflight is completely infertile and will not be giving birth to her own children. Sparkpelt and Alderheart are the children of Jessy and Bramblestar, with Spark being named after her father's beloved mentor, Firestar.

(as a side note, I also imagine Sparkpelt is a really dark orange with bold stripes, like an auburn Tigerclaw. Her amber eyes stand out from her gloomy pelt, like sparks.)

Instead, Squirrelflight is Sparkpelt's mentor! The two of them end up super close, with Squilf being someone extremely reliable in Spark's life as Bramblestar still has a ton of personal issues.

How else does this change the narrative?

Hollylark is from Lionblaze's second litter following the events of OotS. Cinderheart didn't learn about how badly he pushed their first litter until shortly before they were born. He sent one of their children into Hell as a spy! He ruined the other one's childhood with a prophecy he barely even understood! It takes her a time to trust him again.

So, he's doing everything he can to prove to her that he can be better for this one... but in the meanwhile, he is not allowed to be involved in the early childhood of this litter. I imagine this causes some issues for Holly, growing up feeling like he's caught in the middle of an argument he doesn't really understand.

But he DOES know that Hollyleaf sounded like an honorable, noble woman. That's something both parents agree on, that they love and miss her very much. Legacy is something Holly struggles with.

And that's something he really bonds with Spark over. Grappling with legacy, the goodness of Firestar, they share an interest in stories and tradition. Absolute birds of a feather, and that's a reason why it absolutely breaks Sparkpelt when she loses him. She loses her very best friend, one she's had since childhood, when they were expecting their first litter.

He would have made an excellent father. And he is, watching over her from StarClan, with their daughter Flickerflame.

I won't be changing anything about ASC until all six books are completely rolled out, but I will say this; Nightheart inherits Hollylark's adoration for old stories. That shared interest reminds Spark a lot of Holly, and it leads Night to learn a lot about WindClan tunnelers, Leopardstar, TigerClan, so on.

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Heat Up

Pairing :: Rick Flag x short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Size Kink

Word Count :: 2,439

Summary :: Rick isn’t too happy Digger tries to tease you

A/N :: I was gonna make a fic about someone else, but then I saw The Suicide Squad trailor and goddamn Joel Kinnaman. I love that tall beautiful bastard. Also, I’m not super happy about the title, but it was all I could come up with, meh

As Amanda Waller’s assistant, you had to deal with a lot daily. It wasn’t just about making sure she got her black coffee right when she walked into the building and managing her scheduled meetings. You had to ensure everything, and one, was in order for her. If someone told you they were running late, you forced them to be on time. You carefully inspected each report and corrected them before turning them into Waller. You got her any top-secret document she needed and kept it hidden. Hell, you even helped her with Task Force X, going through the list of criminals and writing down a thorough analysis of each potential member’s abilities.

Despite working for a woman who was heartless and calculating, you were as timid as a mouse. You rarely spoke to others unless you needed to. After working for Waller for several years, you found it best not to make any personal relationships with the people you met. She warned you most didn’t last very long and very few could be trusted.

One person who had stuck around though and  Waller seemed to even trust Colonel Rick Flag. You two started working for her around the same time, and yet, you could barely hold a conversation with the man. 

When you first met him, you constantly felt overwhelmed whenever you were left alone with him. It didn’t help that he appeared rather intimidating, with a serious expression almost always on his face, and towered over you. He was 6’2’’, and even in your favorite pumps, which added a good three inches to your height, you were still, smaller than him in frame.

However, regardless of your inability to speak around him, he continuously tried to start conversations with you and be friendly towards you. His constant attempts helped you grow used to him, but your face always heated up and you grew ridged when he got too close when you were alone. You didn’t understand the feeling, nor did you didn’t hate the feeling. It confused you.

-

Rick was absolutely perplexed by your meek behavior, especially since he’d witness before how assertive you could get when it came to getting something done for your shared boss. 

So it was no wonder he worried about you whenever Waller brought you along to see the Task Force X members. They were psychotic criminals, and you were like a slab of meat to some of them. You almost always wore a skirt or dress with a pair of pumps or oxford flats. Rick would be lying if he said you didn’t look perfect every hour of the day. 

He used to wonder if you were actually as innocent as you acted outside of work. Then, he saw you run as fast as you possibly could when Harley tried to give you what she called ‘wholesome safe dating advice’.

Since then, Rick did his best to make sure you were at least arm’s length away from any psycho. He even went as far as stepping right in front of you when someone got too close. Somehow, standing either beside you or a bit in front of you had become a habit of his when he noticed you were uncomfortable. 

Like now.

-

Waller sent you and Rick to a hidden ARGUS base hidden in the woods. Rick was obviously there to lead the team. You were there to give them their mission and an extensive overview.

There was a row of chairs for each Task Force X member to sit in. You stood in front of them with a large screen behind you, displaying various diagrams and photos for the mission. Rick stood off to the side, just behind all the seated members.

You looked away from your presentation, the projector turning off and the lights on. “So, are there any questions?”

Harley’s hand shot up. “Did you want me to continue giving you dating advice now or would you prefer I write it all down and give it to you later?”

Your eyes squinted and your lips curved downward just a bit. “What- no. That has nothing to do with the missions and I don’t need your advice…” Your voice trailed off, at a loss on how to deal with Harley.

Rick took a step forward. “Harley, stop it,” He warned her.

The blonde rolled her eyes. “Fine, but only because I think someone has a major crush on you (Y/N) and I wanna see if he makes a move.”

You were silent for a moment, processing what she had said before your eyes widened upon realization. Surprised, you couldn’t stop yourself from confirming what you had heard. “What did you say?”

“Nothing!” She sang, springing up from her seat.

“Hold on, now I’m interested too,” Floyd chimed in. “Now just who do you think it is that has a crush on lil ol’ (Y/N). I mean, no offense,” He glanced at you before turning his head back to Harley, “but she’s too skittery.”

Digger hopped up from his seat, shaking his head. “Nah mate, that adds on to her appeal.”

He started walking towards you and instinctively you started to back away until your back was against the wall. As he was getting closer, Digger’s hand started to extend, reaching out for you.

“See, it makes it fun to try and catch her.”

You shut your eyes, ready to scream the second he dared touching you. Instead of feeling what you thought would be cold dirty fingers, you heard Digger begin to plead.

“Woah! I was only joking around! Let me go!”

Eyes now wide, you saw Rick hoisting the Aussie up in the air by the collar of his shirt. If looks could kill, Digger’s head would be gone. 

“What are the rules?” He asked in a cold tone.

“No escaping and no disobeying,” Digger said quickly.

“Oh! Also no annoying or vexing you!” Harley added.

Rick still held Digger up. “And?”

Confused, Digger looked at Floyd for help who nodded his head towards you. “And-and no touching or teasing (Y/N)?”

Rick released Digger, throwing him towards the door. “Everyone out. We leave at zero one hundred hours.”

All of the criminals walked out of the room. Rick followed to make sure the door was closed once they were out, and locked the door.

You stepped away from the wall, straightening out your black pencil skirt. “Thank you for earlier Colonel Flag.”

“Rick. We’re alone,” He corrected you.

Around others at work, you addressed each other professionally: Colonel Flag and Ms. (L/N). Alone, Rick had started trying to get you used to calling him his name to be more comfortable around him.

“Right, thank you, Rick.”

You were about to clean up and reorganize your notes when you noticed Rick still seemed upset. He had the same annoyed expression he had when the criminals were around and his arms were crossed over his chest.

You cocked your head to the side. “Is something wrong?”

“What were you going to do?” He started walking forward.

“Pardon?”

“What were you going to do if he touched you?”

Your brows furrowed. Why was he asking this?  “Most likely yell at him and push him away.”

“And then?”

“And then what?” Now, you were starting to get annoyed.

Rick stopped a foot away from you, eyes piercing down at you. “What if he didn’t stop?”

“He wouldn’t dare continue.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you’ll keep me safe.”

Quickly, you realized what you said and turned your head to avoid his gaze. With a blush creeping onto your cheeks, your heart started to beat faster when he took one step closer to you.

Rick gently grabbed your chin with his thumb and index, turning your head to face him. You looked up at him with your large (E/C) eyes and that odd tingling feeling started up.

“What if I’m not there to keep you safe?”

“You always are.”

Like a flip was switched, Rick suddenly knew why he constantly wanted to make sure you were always alright. You worked for a harsh realist like Waller, but still naively believed good always prevailed. He wanted to make sure you never lost the blissful joy most did when they faced the harsh reality of the world.

His head lowered towards yours until his lips were pressed softly against yours. It was a simple kiss at first. Rick was unsure of how far he could go until you gently returned the kiss. Your hands went up to his chest and he lowered to your waist to pull you closer.

Wrapped in his arms, the odd tingling feeling turned into a warm little flame. You wanted to stay held like this forever. 

When he pulled away, you lightly gripped his shirt and tugged. “Rick, I want more.”

“Are you sure, because it might be sweet now, but if we keep going-”

Without letting him finish, you pressed another kiss against his lips. Again, you two sweetly kissed for a few minutes. Then, you felt one of his hands lower down to the round of your ass. A small gasp escaped you upon being lifted, your legs wrapped around him for support. Your skirt bunched up revealing your thighs as a result.

Rick pulled away from your lips, begging to trail down kisses to your neck.

You knew what you two were doing, more importantly, where, was inappropriate. Though with your mind clouded, you didn’t care. You only wanted to make sure you two wouldn’t be disrupted.

“The-the door,” Your murmured,

“Already taken care of,” He said, lips pressed against your neck.

Rick started walking slowly, carrying you over to the row of chairs. Before he took a seat, he put you back down on your feet.

Suddenly, the world spun and you were now seated on his lap, back pressed firmly against his chest. His arms hugged you close to him while he continued to kiss your neck.

Due to your skirt bunched up, you could feel his denim jeans below you. With heat growing in you, without thinking, you started to move your hips in his lap.

A small chuckle left him. One of his arms released its hold on you to start trailing up and down the side of your thigh. “Is this why you’re always so tense when we’re alone?” His hand moved to your inner thigh, coming closer to your core.

Your hands shot up to cover your blushing face. Was this why? You never quite understood why before, but it was starting to make sense now.

Rick’s other hand pulled your hands down. When he wrapped his arm around you again, he made sure to keep your arms down as well so you couldn’t hide your face.

“Come on now, don’t be shy. It’s just us.”

“Mmm!”

You bit your lip feeling him begin to rub your clit through your damp panties. You started to squirm a bit, a clear bulge forming and pressing up against you. He pushed the fabric to the side, inserting only one finger. You moaned softly, your legs spreading open and welcoming him. 

Rick pushed in his one finger as deep as he could before pulling it completely out and sticking it back in. This time, his finger curved in you and you felt your cunt tighten. When it did, he stuck a second finger in you. His fingers pumped at a consistent pace, and you kept your moans at a low volume. 

You could feel his hardened erection through his jeans pressing firmly against you now. With his fingers still pumping, you started moving your hips along to feel his covered length.

Rick let out a quiet curse, the tightness of his jeans too much. He let go of his hold on you to unbuckle his pants and release his cock.

“I tried to get you ready, but,” He pulled his fingers out completely, both hands now gripping your hips and lifting you up, “this might still hurt a bit.”

He started lowering you down on him and your eyes widened once he had gotten just the head of his dick in. The further he pushed in, the more pain you felt, your eyes growing glossy as a result. He lowered you until you were seated on him again and he was fully filling you up.

You could feel your pussy aching and tightening around him, never being filled up this much before.

“Christ you have a tight little cunt,” Rick gritted out.

Honestly, he surprised himself you managed to take all of him in, but he knew you were in pain. He wanted to give you time to adjust to his length, even if your clenching walls were driving him mad. Though, you could tell by his tight grip on your hips, staying still was driving him mad.

To distract yourself from the pain, you turned your head back to look up at him and pulled him down for another kiss. This time, his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring the wet space.

During the kiss, you finally started bouncing up and down in his lap. He helped guide you, keeping you at a steady pace. 

With your tight pussy squeezing around him, Rick couldn’t keep the pace you had set. He started thrusting his pelvis up and moved you down on him faster. Eventually, you were no longer in any control while he fucked you. Then, he pulled you out completely and rammed back into you, slamming you down.

“Rick!” You screamed, a sensitive spot now hit.

He did it again and again, your screams growing louder each time he hit your sweet spot. 

Each of your breaths was growing heavier, and his fast pace was now ragged. He hit you once more and your head fell back against his chest, a loud moan leaving your lips. Your cunt clenching and finally releasing around him.

With just a few more thrusts, Rick’s hips bucked into you and he held you still for one moment so he could cum inside you. You felt his cock pulse with each hot spurt in you, causing a shiver. 

After, he moved you only a few more times slowly for you each to ride out your climaxes. Once done, he pulled you off of him and stood up.

Rick wrapped an arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him as you each steadied your breathing.

“So, I take it you’ll start acting normal now when we’re alone?” He asked you.

“I’ll probably heat up thinking about this.”

“I’m fine with that too.”

[darthwheezely]

grande - g.w.

Summary: George meets a mighty adorable barista in the new cafe on Diagon Alley and the man just can’t help himself... based off the song Coffee Girl by Johnny Socko! Sorry this took me absolute ages (9 days oops) to get out, guys :/

Warnings: DIABETIC FLUFF STUPID AMOUNTS OF CARDIAC ARREST INDUCING FLUFF UWU,mentions of sexism, Fred being Fred, cussing probably, alludes to sex, PG/PG-13

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George Weasley didn’t sleep. This had long been the habit of his ever since he and his parents had discovered that his elder twin Fred had been an avid sleepwalker by age 4, then became a (minor) party animal in his Hogwarts days, and finally when he became the co-owner of one of the Wizard World’s most successful entrepreneurs and business owners.

The man hadn’t slept in about 18 years give or take. And days like this reminded him of it constantly.

It was a Saturday, the first of the month, and to boot, it was about to be Christmas in a little over a week. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes was packed with everyone from couples window shopping, children in desperate need of fun now that school was out, parents trying to keep them in line, and even some old lady named Ethel (who swore she was part Veela, and therefore Fred couldn’t “escape her girlish charm.”)

“Ethel, you have an absolutely ravishing day, and don’t even worry about that moisturizer it’d be a waste of product on a natural beauty like you” Fred winked and kissed the old lady’s hand, George watching from the top of the steps rolling his eyes.

“Oh, Freddie, you know how to keep a lady young, don’t you? Oh - goodbye, Georgie! Have a good rest of your day boys!” She waved majestically to the younger twin on the stairs and he bowed royally in response.

“Bye, Ethel!” They both called as she exited the building, the bells flurrying in her wake.

“Georgie, mate, hate to say it but you are being uncharacteristically quiet and it’s making me uncharacteristically uncomfortable.” Fred said bounding up the stairs to meet him, chuckling briefly.

“Freddie, mate, hate to say it but I’ve had absolutely no sleep as of late and it’s getting to me. But I’ll be back up to my usual antics in no time.” He padded down the stairs, winking at a couple young ladies ogling him, sending them into a fit of giggles. Fred sat down on the middle step eyeing his brother carefully. It didn’t take a genius to see George wasn’t holding on much longer, the dark circles littering his eyes and the way he mussed up his already purposely messy hair just...didn’t comfort his older twin at all.

“George.” Fred sighed, George looking back at him, confused. He took his hands away from the merchandise Wonder Witch he’d been rearranging and gave him full attention.

“Take your lunch break early. And longer if possible.”

“Pffft, why would I do that when I have women to woo and boxes to juggle?”

“George.”

“Fred.”

“Stop, I mean it. You look half dead as it is, just go take a nap or get an espresso from the cafe down the aisle or something that reinforces the idea that yes, you are a human being and no, not a zombie.” Fred crossed his arms feeling suddenly a lot like Molly and dropped the cross. George pretended to ponder this tapping his chin, rather finding the mature brother role reversal funny as hell.

“Oh, alright, but can I still be a zombie when I get back?”

Fred hit him with a folder and sent him on his way.

-•-•-

You had just finished the lunch rush, finally being able to calm down and not have to worry about making one more goddamn Butterbeer Latte for at least another 20 or so minutes...until there’d be another rush. You grabbed a lemon scone, took off your apron and sat against the back counter. You inhaled the citrus scent, it was always something that you loved to savor, and took a bite.

The holidays for the Merlin’s Mochas, the cafe, had been absolutely atrocious so far. All you had for customers were angry businessmen, bratty kids and their upper class parents who let them run around the already small place being rude to everyone, your boss Lionel who had an affinity for calling every woman who worked there a “bitch” (...ok lionel) and to top it all off: you’d been pulling 9 hour days every day except sundays. Needless to say: you kind of super hated your job.

You had just finished your scone when you heard the door chime signal a customer, immediately wiping your hands on your jeans and restrapping your apron.

“Hi how can I-“ oh Jesus this is the hottest man I have ever seen. He was easily no older than 23, fiery red hair, a perfectly tailored striped terracotta suit, green tie, and the most gorgeous doe brown eyes you’d ever seen.

“How can you...?”

“Help you, ohmygod, I am so sorry I’m super-“

“Tired? Yeah me too...interesting how similar we are this early in the game hmm?” He winked at you and your knees felt too weak. No he was just a stupid hot customer that also was really hot and also? Was super hot. No worries, Y/N, just don’t die by 22 okay thanks.

“Very funny...wait are you-“ your finger led from him to the statue outside Wizard Wheezes, realizing a simple oh shit

“Yeah, that would be me. Or my twin Fred but we never really decided, that’s why he kind of looks like both of us mixed. Although we’re twins so we basically look the same anyway. I mean because were identical. Twins, yeah.” George, what the fuck is wrong with you, why are you sweating? She’s just a simply beautiful girl in a simply maddeningly purple coffee shop can you please breathe and not make yourself look stupid-

“Oh, wow! I’ve never met a twin before - not like twins are anomalies or anything it’s just so crazy. Science. Science is crazy” You closed your eyes and took a breath

“We should probably start over shouldn’t we?” You wrinkled your nose.

“That sounds much more redeeming than anything we both were about to say” George breathed out laughing softly, rubbing his hand through his hair.

“I’m George. Weasley. Like I said, I work at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, the shop over there, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen this place before...or you for that matter, I never forget a beautiful young woman.” He said smoothly, his heart steadily subsiding - something about you had the power to not only make him scared out of his mind, but also totally at ease.

You returned the smile, warmly, the blood rushing to your cheeks at his compliment and sticking your tongue to your teeth. “Well, George Weasley, of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes I’m Y/N Y/L/N. And yeah, we’re new around here,” you leaned further onto the counter, realizing, albeit a moment too late that your eye level was directly with his abs now, and although he was wearing a suit...you could definitely tell they were there.

“We erm, just opened three months ago. It’s honestly a bit of a time to work here.”

“Oh and why is that?”

“Well, nothing like a blatant sexist to run an entirely female employed establishment and weird stuffy rich people.” Your eyes widened suddenly, and you felt like you had said far too much far too soon. But he gasp-laughed - laugh that ended as soon as it began and burst into a smile...like you had shared a secret with him.

“What the hell is he doing here then? Got a boy’s club to run in a purple coffee shop?”

“I mean you never really know these days, George, imposters are among us at every moment” you purred and pushed off the counter, meaning it as a joke but George’s heart screamed when he heard your name. As you moved to the other edge of the counter, he followed you.

“What a resourceful and cruel young woman, I am starting to like you, Miss Y/L/N.” He clucked. “And do you think of me like you think of Mr. I-Hate-Women-That’s-Why-I-Hire-Them?” He got inches from your face, smelling the coffee beans and vanilla extract that riddled your skin.

“Hmm...Mr. Weasley, I’m not so sure.” You coyly stepped away from him and took long strides to the far end of the coffee bar by the wall. George immediately felt a pit of flirtatious butterflies and (arousal?) something more in his stomach, jaw dropped, he followed you again. He pressed his hands to the counter in front of you.

“Well, how can I convince you?” He asked rather quickly.

“Hmm...” you leaned forward like he did before and his breath hitched in his throat “...let’s get you a cuppa first.”

-•-

“Wait, okay let me get this straight-“

“Yes?”

“You have 6 other siblings.”

“Yes.”

“...because your mom wanted a girl?”

“That-that would in fact be true, yes.”

You thought for a moment.

“So you’re telling me after she made it through you two-“

“-she still wanted to have more of us, believe me, it races through my mind daily.” He nodded vehemently laughing with you. You two had taken to the empty cafe at a table nestled in the corner, him sitting in a chair across from you on a bench. You had both been cracking each other up with stories from your childhoods, like how you both had managed to never know of the other’s existence until now.

He’d discovered that you had transferred from Hogwarts to Beauxbatons early on in your fourth year. You, a Hufflepuff, loved the quiet and soft landscape of the French school. You both had absolutely no idea the other existed. How? The world may never know.

He was brash. You were careful.

He was already flying when you were just feeling comfortable learning how to walk.

But you sat there with him for the better amount of an hour and a half, laughing and interrupting each other with memories of the school years you had, some weird and strange, and especially during fourth year, hard for George to talk about.

Ginny, his baby sister, had almost died. And as he said to you in a candid and highly vulnerable state: he blamed himself for almost letting her go to this day.

“I...I really do believe it was my fault.”

“George, it couldn’t have been your fault. Hogwarts is a big freaking death trap - you and I both know that,” you had said with an exasperated laugh, eager to make him feel better in any facet.

“Yeah, but...I’m her big brother. Yes, she has five other older brothers but...we were supposed to protect her.” He swallowed and blinked back tears. “It was her first year, for Christ’s sake, and I paid about as much attention to her as a doorknob would.” He had rolled his jaw and taken a gulp of his gingerbread latte (you had said it was your favorite, and he was loathe to try anything else) and you had softly draped your hand on top of his.

“If she’s as kind and loving and funny as you, I’d love to meet her.” You quipped, a small smile growing on your face in effort to soothe. He had smiled back at you, turning your hand over in his and drawing his digits lazily over your palm.

“Funny, because I was thinking the same thing.”

-•-

He had told you to close your eyes, that much had been true.

See, his coffee had started to get cold. So, like if you give a mouse a cookie, he’ll have to have some milk-

If you give a George a latte he will have to not only have another one, but also feel the strenuous need to show off for you and take you to his place of work. Naturally. And it was so lucky that by the time he’d proposed you leave, he even helped you clean and lock up afterwards.

Truthfully, it almost scared you how much he had seemed to care.

“Alright, Y/N, darling, I’m going to release my hands on the count of three, yeah?”

“Perfect, Georgie” you giggled. You’d legitimately only knew him for so long, but you just...you trusted him. He grinned widely, his strong hands only applying a slight amount of pressure as not to hurt you.

“Alright, then. 1. 2-“ he took his hands off your eyes and watched you adjust not only to light, but to your surroundings as well.

“3.” He breathed out taking in the way you smiled like a teenager, face alight with pure inundating wonder. You squealed and started to run around the store.

“Look at these! Pygmy Puffs - ugh they’re so adorable look at this one! Oh, oh - ‘Fizzing Whizbees’ - these look absolutely wicked! And Per- ‘Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder’?” You picked up the glittery stone in your hand, and heard a smooth voice perk up behind you.

“A real money spinner, that one.” You turned around and there was a man that looked absolutely identical to George, although entirely different in the same way.

“Handy if you need to make a quick getaway,” you heard George on the other side of you. He smiled warmly down at you, nodding his head up to look at the twin across from him.

“Y/N, this is my-“

“-older, much more attractive and fiscally responsible brother.” He winked and you blushed almost immediately. “Fred. Weasley.”

“Y/N Y/L/N. Georgie has told me a lot about you and the shop - absolutely marvelous this place is, I cant believe you two created so much in such a short span of time. Brilliant it all is, really!” George had started to flush, rubbing his jaw to seemingly take the red away from his striking face. Fred, upon hearing the genuine warmth from your voice and the unmistakable use of “Georgie” had a small, but highly distinct aha moment:

“Well, we couldn’t have done it all on our own, one of our best friends helped us out a good lot. But thank you, really...it means so much when other people see how much we do and-” he looked directly at George.

“-acknowledge the things we love, right George?”

“Absolutely, Frederick.” Fred had given him the look that seemed to imply: “please, God, make a damn move.”

“Well, Y/N, I’m going to be off and woo some ladies, have a biscuit and do some paperwork” he smiled wide when you giggled, already enjoying your company.

“But I hope to see you again, very soon, yeah? Please stop by whenever you can, we’re alwYs just down the street.”

“Freddie, for your company, I’m not so sure, I’m still deciding.” You quipped. Fred laughed heartily at that and looked at George.

“Georgie, I like this one.” George looked at you and winked.

“Me, too Freddie, me too.” You leaned back on your heels as Fred padded back up the stairs to the flat, now completely alone with George. You threw your arms behind you back and forth and took a long stride to George.

“So...what are you those?” You nodded up to the array of pink bubbles in a clam shape in the corner. He hummed and reached to grab your hand.

“Love potions - c-can I show you?” He raised an eyebrow slightly, but he felt his whole body turn to mush when you accepted his hand and nodded slowly. As he walked with you, you memorized the feeling of his callouses and veins, the way your hand curled deliberately in his.

You wanted to make sure if it was the last time you felt something like that, you had that memory with you for a while.

“Essentially, if you give these to a person they will temporarily have feelings of love and attraction for you. Depending of course on the dosage you use and the weight of the person in question.” He explained. You watched the way his suit jacket pulled taut against his back muscles and instinctively wanted to honestly just take the whole thing off-

“Hmm...I don’t know about these, Georgie.” You hummed mischievously. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

He scoffed placing a dramatic hand over his heart. “Am i being questioned in my own establishment, Miss Y/L/N?”

You rolled your eyes and hit his arm, bowing slightly at him. “Well, do forgive my feminine insolence, Mr. Weasley, it’s not often I meet such bewitching mad scientists like you.” You watched his face grow blank for a moment at your compliment and immediately wanted to throw up.

“George, I’m really sorry, I know we just became friends-“

“Do you mean it?” He took a step towards you. You swallowed finding again his perfect milk chocolate eyes. You nodded.

“Hell yeah I did, you’re smart...and wicked hot” you both laughed at that. He took another step, the distance being unbearably harder to live in as his digits found a piece of hair and wound it behind your ear.

“Well, darling, the feeling is quite mutual.” He said quietly, taking in the whole of your face. He wanted to crash his lips onto every possible nook and crevice of your face, collide with you entirely.

“We’re going to have to do something about that, then, aren’t we?” You gently nudged his nose with yours and wrapped your arms around his neck, his strong and powerful arms pulling you to him gently. He wanted you to feel him not to break under his embrace. He leaned down and brushed his lips up to yours, feeling you whine and let out a minuscule sound.

“Got you making noises for me already and haven’t even kissed you yet, hmm?”

Your eyes fluttered close and one of your legs made it’s way in between his, snapping any chance at loose air between you two out of the way.

“Please, Weasley, pants a bit small for you?”

“Keep talking like that and they might, yeah.” You two laughed softly and with a final look to your lips he closed the last gap.

His mouth was perfect. His lips ghosted over yours one last time before wrapping every part of himself onto your frame, your lips entangled in each other like you’d never be able to taste him again.

But it was loving and slow and sweet. He tasted like gingerbread lattes and pastries and cinnamon and licking into his mouth you could feel the spice. He moaned lightly into your mouth, sending your knees buckling. He dipped you slightly, a hand traveling to your lower back to keep you steady, and his other hand coming up to nestle under the nape of your hair. Your hands caressed his face, his chest, needless to say? You wanted them everywhere. You wanted him everywhere.

The kiss broke and you and George were left breathless in each other’s hold, your foreheads pressed together as he kept you slightly dipped.

“Y/N, I’m feeling a bit tired” he quipped hoarsely, pressing a brief kiss to your lips and onto your neck. You hummed satisfactorily.

“Georgie, you’re gonna need another latte aren’t you?” You set multiple chaste kisses to his lips and cheeks, feeling him rumble with a small giggle. He caught your mouth with his and you moaned slightly.

“I’m gonna need a whole pot, to drink you in, love.”

[13uswntimagines]

Omega Night (Omega!Tobin x Alpha!Reader)

Request: omega Tobin? It’s so good! What about her and omega Sonnett having a little bonding time while the make fun of their alphas? Like this story but part 2? Sequel to Choose Your Battles 

“She did not,” Emily snorted, shooting orange soda out of her nose. 

“Oh, but she did,” Kelley cackled, passing Junior a napkin. Tobin shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. It wasn’t news to her that you and Christen had gotten into some crazy shit in college, but it was always amusing to watch Kelley tell the stories to the youngins. 

“College Y/n was a bit of a knot head if we’re honest,” Tobin shrugged. Instincts were a difficult thing to control, and you had had a pretty steep learning curve. 

“And Christen just went along with it?” Emily asked shocked. It was usually Christen reigning Kelley in, being the calm one in their relationship. 

“I put my foot down pretty early with Christen,” Kelley snorted. She was lucky enough to meet her mate early on, and Christen had amazing control. You had taken a bit more time to learn how to handle all the new feelings you had for Tobin (and the protectiveness that you had over Kelley because of your closeness). 

“Is that why she’s so laid back with Toby? Like I don’t think Lindsey would be so chill with alphas hitting on me all the time,” Emily’s head quirked to the side with the question. You were so chill, almost as chill as Tobin herself. Always so careful to make sure your mate knew you trusted her and you rarely ever got super overprotective. 

“Hate to break it to you junior, but alphas do hit on you all the time,” Kelley laughed, shaking her head when Emily’s cheeks and ears turned bright red. It helped Lindsey’s instincts that her mate was completely oblivious to most of it. That and you and the rest of the alphas in the team had taught her some great coping mechanisms. 

“Y/n wasn’t always so relaxed, hence the term knothead,” 

****

You growled lightly, your nose running the familiar circuit from Tobin’s ear, to her scent gland, before landing on the space where your mating mark would one day sit. Your hands roamed the flat plane of her stomach, your thumbs running circles into the soft skin. Tobin’s breath caught in her throat when your thigh found it’s way between her legs, your hips pinning her to the wall.  

“Babe,” She moaned, tilting her head to give the demanding lips on her neck more room to work. A backroom of the stadium was not an appropriate place for this. But her omega whined at the thought of telling you to stop. 

A rumble started low in your chest at the pheromones your mate was emitting. Your teeth grazed the place where her neck met her shoulder. How you longed to dig your teeth deeper into her soft skin, to leave your mating mark as a visible sign to what you already knew. To ward off both the alphas from Tobin’s team and from your own. “You’re mine,” 

The sound sent a shiver down Tobin’s spine. If she knew that accidentally wearing her teammate’s sweatshirt would pull this reaction out of you, she would have to do it more often. Your growl deepened in response, as did the thick cloud of pheromones around you. 

You hated the smell of another alpha on her skin. You knew that Tobin was way out of your league, but you were glad she had chosen you, that she let you love her. 

You kissed the spot on her neck you knew she loved a little more roughly, sucking the sweet tasting skin into your mouth. You were going to make sure everyone knew she was taken. 

****

“Yeah, Tobin had a Permanent hickey for like a year,” Kelley smirked at Tobin’s red cheeks.

Tobin shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. It had been fun for a while, to bait you into more… possessive behavior, but after you pinned Christen to the pitch for tackling your money’s in the finale, she knew she had to do something. “I waited too long to finally put my foot down,” 

“Yeah, I don’t tolerate that alpha shit from Linds,” Emily rolled her eyes. Yes her mate was protective, but she was a strong, independent woman and Lindsey had one hell of a time trying to rein her in. Plus If Lindsey ever took the alpha thing too far she would just ignore her for a while. That always did the trick. 

“That’s why she shoved ARod for no reason during your match against Utah right?” Kelley raised her eyebrow at the woman. Lindsey was one of the strongest and most protective alphas on the team, even rivaling you, especially when it came to the woman she loved. 

“That doesn’t count. She was being a meanie butt,” Emily pouted, crossing her arms. 

“And that discussing hickey that wouldn’t go away for months after the World Cup?” Tobin added, nudging the blond defender’s shoulder (ignoring how most of the omega’s on the team had sported similar marks). 

“You guys are no fun,” Emily huffed. All of the alphas on their team had their moments, it wasn’t fair that they were just making fun of her. 

“I think we can all agree that that isn’t true,” Kelley smiled, pulling sonny into a hug, letting out her comforting scent to show that she didn’t mean any harm. All they needed right now as an overprotective alpha crashing omega night because of upset feeling traveling down their mating bond. 

Emily’s pout grew, and she shook her head unsatisfied. Kelley huffed, “Look, the alphas are idiots, but they’re our idiots,” 

“Life wouldn’t be nearly as fun without them,” Tobin added in agreement. 

It was true. You all could be overprotective about the stupid tiny things, and overly concerned when you were away from your mates. But you were also cuddly and never hesitated to shower your mates in affection. You were strong and sweet and they didn’t know what they would do without you. You were idiots, but you were their idiots and that’s what made the difference. 

******

You took a sip of your beer, glancing sideways at Lindsey as the blond midfielder wriggled uncomfortably. “Don’t worry Linds, they’ll stop picking on Sonnett soon and move on to Kell,” 

“Oh joy,” Lindsey muttered, leaning back against the pillows and trying to focus on the game on TV. 

“At least Y/ n didn’t try to break down the door when Tobin felt uncomfortable this time,” Christen shrugged, lifting her beer in your direction. 

You shook your head, enjoying the contentedness that was flowing from Tobin through your bond. “I know better than to crash an omega night now. It gets easier and all that,” 

“Whatever you say,”

[ragingbookdragon]

Oh My God They Were Bed-Mates!

Guy Gardner x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.1K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I decided to turn that one ask here into an actual story! Maybe we'll do a part two sometime! Enjoy! -Thorne

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She didn’t know why Bruce decided to send her on the mission with him. They hated each other—probably more than Bruce hated him, and yet, the Dark Knight thought it would be a grand idea to send the loudmouth, punch-first-ask-questions-later, Green Lantern with the quiet super soldier.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she listened to Bruce chide her over the phone.

Look, there’s no point in arguing. You and Guy are already in Iceland. It’d deviate from the plan if we sent someone else in now.

“Oh, come on, Bruce,” she scowled. “You did this on purpose. I know you did.”

You’re acting like a child.

“That’s rich coming from the eight-year-old trapped in a thirty-nine-year-old’s body,” she shot back, then a shocked yell echoed behind her, and she spun around, seeing Guy shouting at the poor hotel worker; she sighed. “I gotta go.”

Hanging up the phone, she hurried over, just in time to hear Guy yell, “The hell do you mean you’ve only got one room available!”

She placed her hand on his bicep, shoving him slightly out of the way. “Hey, what’s going on?”

He turned to her, green eyes flashing with annoyance. “This guy’s telling me we’ve been booked for one room instead of two!”

“What?” her attention turned to the man, and she leaned forward. “We’ve only got one room?”

The hotel attendant looked apologetic as he explained, “I’m sorry ma’am, but you and your friend booked rooms during the Secret Solstice Festival. Hotels all across Reykjavík are packed with locals and tourists alike.” He glanced at the screen. “I can refer you to another hotel if you’d—”

“That’d be great,” Guy interrupted, and she elbowed him in the ribs. Hard.

“We’ll take the room, sir.” He handed her the key and she smiled, grabbing her suitcase from the desk. “Thank you.” She took off to the stairs, listening to Guy stomp behind her and she just knew the second they were alone he was going to bitch at her.

Sure enough, once the elevator doors closed, he spun on her and glared. “What the hell, (Y/N)? We should’ve gone to another hotel.”

She rolled her eyes. “He already said most of the hotels are booked. We’d probably be in the same situation there that we’re in here.” (Y/N) looked over at him. “Besides, we’d have to pay for that one.”

Guy’s mouth opened and he pointed at her, then he faltered and snapped his mouth shut and growled.

The elevator dinged and they got off on their floor, walking down the hall to their room. (Y/N) stuck the key in the door and twisted, opening it up, and when she saw the room, her face fell and she sighed, “Oh you’ve gotta be joking.”

“What?” Guy stuck his head over her shoulder. “OH, COME ON!”

(Y/N) hissed, slapping his side as she reached for her head. “That was my ear, you fucker.” She hurried inside before someone opened their door and looked out; Guy followed, shutting the door behind him.

They both stood before the full-size bed. The only bed in the room. She rubbed her temples, then laid her suitcase on the bed. “I’m taking a shower.”

Guy sneered. “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

She couldn’t help but glare at him as she grabbed her bathrobe and stalked into the bathroom.

***

The steam billowed from the bathroom when she opened the door and she was greeted by a dim room, only her lamp beside her bed still shining lowly. She cocked a brow at the Lantern turned over on the side of his bed, head burrowed in the pillow, the covers pulled to his ear.

(Y/N) dressed quickly and laid her towel over the hook on the door, then crawled into the bed, turning out the light beside her, making sure to keep as far away from Guy as she could.

***

Sometime during the night she’d happen to wake up, something drawing her out of her sleep, and she finally realized after staring in the dark for a few moments that the bed was shaking slightly. She looked over, squinting in the dark at the man beside her and gently searched beneath the covers until the tips of her fingers brushed his arm��Guy was shaking like he was hypothermic, and she finally noticed the temperature difference in the room as well as the lack of the sound of the ceiling fan above them.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, suddenly awake, and she shifted over, pressing herself into his side, digging one of her arms underneath his head, the other around his body, whilst she tangled her legs with his.

In the process, it’d woken Guy who grumpily and with chattering teeth, muttered, “What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re shaking.” She pressed her nose into the side of his shaved head, listening to the wind howl. “The power’s gone out. And given the fierce snowstorm raging outside, it’s going to be out for a while.”

“And your reaction to that is to steal my body heat?” He huffed. “Go figures.”

(Y/N) scowled and kicked him in the shin, ignoring his grunt. “My body regulates heat faster and on a much better level than yours does. I can keep us warm until they get a generator working. I’d rather you not go into a hypothermic coma on me. Your boyfriends in the Corps would be very upset with me.”

Guy fell silent at her reasoning, then he murmured, “…Thanks.”

She couldn’t help but feel a small smile grace her lips; he’d never spoken to her so softly or kindly and (Y/N) hummed. “You’re welcome, Guy.” He shifted again and she froze, going as stiff as a board. “Guy.”

“What?” he griped.

“Are you naked?” (Y/N) asked. Quietly. Calmly.

Guy grinned against her arm. “As the day my mom birthed me.” He wiggled. “Like what you feel? I’d be willing to let you experience me more if you want?”

Her cheeks burst aflame, and she shifted, bringing her lips to his ear, and angrily threatened, “I swear to God, if you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

“There’s the woman I know,” he laughed, turning in her arms to bury his face in her neck. “Now quit yapping. You’re ruining my beauty sleep.”

(Y/N) resisted the urge to punch him as his nose pressed into the soft skin at her throat, but with that urge came a fluttering deep in her chest, and to cover it, she shot back, “No amount of beauty sleep will change that mug of yours, Guy Gardner.”

“Sticks and stones, babe,” he grunted sleepily, starting to shiver a little less, and soon, the sound of his quiet snores rumbled against her skin.

[ickle-ronniekins]

embrasse moi

request: from nonnie! “please can you do a super competitive fred and reader story and idk do with that what u will I trust your judgement”

pairing: fred x french!slytherin!reader

word count: 1.7k

A/N: i am ~feelin~ this request rn. i know quidditch wasn’t a thing during the triwizard tournament when faux moody was teaching just humor me. didn’t realize how much i need a french speaking fred until i wrote this 😩 also i definitely do not speak french and i've used google translate so i apologize in advance if any phrases are wrong LOL. i'll put the what the translations are supposed to be underneath the paragraphs they appear in and @ the bottom with an asterisk *

warning(s): a curse word (oops sry); ~steam~

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“Slytherin wins!”

Fred watched as you threw your beater’s bat into the air while you did backflips on your broomstick in front of all of your teammates. He huffed dramatically; he normally didn’t fancy losing a match to Slytherin, but you showing off was just rubbing salt into the wound.

“Don’t think on it, mate,” George told his twin. He looked absolutely bloody exhausted. Ever since Slytherin had replaced their beaters who had graduated the year before, their team was unstoppable. You sort of stunned the entire school when you arrived at tryouts and crushed it, making the students question why in the bloody hell you hadn’t ever tried out for Quidditch in the first place.

As the Gryffindor team walked sluggishly back toward the changing rooms, the vile Slytherin team captain did not hold back from overly-complimenting his team, therefore firing shots in the Gryffindors’ direction.

“Never seen a more brilliant beater before,”

Fred rolled his eyes noticeably. As your teammates patted you on the back, Fred just scoffed loudly, hoping to grab your attention. When he saw that he had, he turned to George and Harry and said, “She wasn’t that brilliant.” George just shut his eyes and shook his head, sick of Fred’s constant complaining.

“Aw -- vous vous sentez mal, Fred? Ne sois pas si mauvais perdant.”

          ↳ “Are you feeling bad, Fred? Don’t be such a sore loser.”

You earned yourself another eye roll for that one.

“Speak bloody English, would you woman?” he said angrily.

You pursed your lips dramatically in his direction. If he hadn’t been so pissed off, he would’ve noticed how his heart rate had seemed to increase at the fluttering of your eyelashes as you winked at him. Except he’d always been too focused trying to one-up you to notice such things. “Better luck next time, Weasley.”

It wasn’t just Quidditch. It was everything. Charms, incantations, exploding snap games, hexes -- even things Fred absolutely loathed doing, like stupid readings in Divination. It had all started back in your first year, when you were able to kick off the ground first in your flying lesson; you were a Muggleborn and had no idea how to fly. This annoyed Fred to no end, because he’d been flying since he could walk! And ever since, you two fell into this intense competitive streak, not giving into one another. George sure was over it though. Had been for a long time.

He gently tugged on Fred’s robes to lead him back toward the Gryffindor changing rooms, but it was a lost cause. Fred was already ripping off his uniforms due to pure anguish. George sucked in a deep breath before leaving his brother on the pitch. “Bloody hell, here we go again.”

-- -

The next day, Fred was struggling to get through classes due to his lack of sleep from the night prior, and it didn’t help when he was partnered up with you in Defense Against the Dark Arts in Moody’s attempt to separate him and George. Begrudgingly, his feet carried him over toward your desk where you stood, arms crossed and smirk bright. George on the other hand looked particularly jovial to be very far away from the two of you.

“Professor?”

Moody growled. “Not now, Weasley. Time to practice nonverbal hexes with your partner. No complaints.”

Fred huffed a bit and turned toward you. You cocked your head to the side, “What’s the matter? Scared you won’t be able to out hex me?” You narrowed your eyes at him and deepened your grin.

Fred scoffed. “I can out hex you in my sleep.”

You rolled your eyes and muttered under your breath, “Pauvre, gentil garçon. Tellement naïf.”

          ↳ “Poor, sweet boy. So naive.”

He didn’t even bloody care what you’d said, he was just so ready for this lesson to be over. He positioned himself a few feet away from you and stood in a rather dramatic, annoyed stance, waiting for you to just do your worst, already.

Your eyes seemed to darken with concentration. Fred was hoping that the slight smirk he painted on his face would be enough to distract you, but he was unfortunately proven wrong. Suddenly his knees were reversed and he began to falter on his own two feet. You and a few others surrounding you both, including his own twin, fell into laughter.

“Walk much, Weasley?”

His eyes turned to slits as he reversed the hex back, ignoring the crimson colour flooding his cheeks and the laughs still bouncing around the room. You still wiggled your eyebrows at him as he took his own position, pointing his wand toward you. He really needed to bloody concentrate, but the sing-song sound of your voice as you rattled off phrases in your native tongue sent him spiraling. He focused his thoughts solely on the one word: Titillando. He might’ve been distracted, but still managed to hex you.

Your laughter grew due to the tickling that took you over. You fell to your knees and giggled like a little school girl, grabbing at your arms and legs and back as the tickling sensation only heightened. Fred waltzed over to you, confidence exuding him, and lifted his eyebrows at you. He grinned evilly. “Got you.”

Somehow he found himself centimeters from you. He slowly lifted his wand and reversed the hex, and you were now completely out of breath, staring up at him with beady eyes. He took your hand in a tight grip and pulled you to your feet. He could feel your breath on his neck. “Sanglant brillant,” you managed to say in a breathless whisper.

    ��     ↳ “Bloody brilliant.”

He certainly didn’t need you to translate that one. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and breathed, “Glad you think so.”

Shit. You didn’t realize you’d said it aloud, and you hadn’t managed to realize how close he was to you. You pushed on his chest and walked out of his way, fixing your tie and cardigan before sighing deeply to rid yourself of your flustered feelings. You cleared your throat and said, “Again.”

Cheekiness overtook his expression. “Looking for me to out jinx you again, are we?”

“Just do it, Fred.”

“Why can’t you just finally admit that I’m better than you? Put this whole thing to rest --?”

You cut him off. “Tu n'es pas! You stupid boy --” you wandered toward the entrance of the classroom; you needed some air, he was driving you up a wall. You stepped into the empty corridor. “Don’t let this foolishness go to your head. I’ve always been better, I always will be better.”

          ↳ “You are not!”

Fred laughed. “You’re out of your mind, what on earth --”

“It’s obvious!” you cried, throwing your arms up into the air. You inched forward toward him, and you were able to see the veins in his neck protruding just a bit; you were clearly getting to him. The tips of his ears were bright underneath that red hair of his. “Just admit it to me, Weasley. You can’t handle a girl being better at you -- better at hexes, better at lessons, better at Quidditch. Better at everything.” You stood on the tips of your toes in an attempt copy his stance. “And it’s driving you bloody mad, isn’t it?”

Fred sucked in a very deep breath and clenched his jaw tightly to suppress his anger.

Still, you prodded. “Isn’t it?”

Fred just wanted you to shut up already. So in a moment of fury, he growled and immediately pushed you against the wall and pressed his lips to yours in an attempt to silence you. He felt your shock against him as he parted your lips with his tongue, willing himself to not be distracted by the faint taste of your cherry lip balm. When he was sure you’d be silent, he slowly pulled away from you and let the shock roam through him too.

There was fire in your eyes. You blinked slowly a few times and eyed him up and down, as if trying to make sense of your own thoughts. Fred was sure you were about to deck him for being a right git until you lifted your hand and yanked on his tie and whispered, “Encore. Embrasse moi encore.”

          ↳ “Again. Kiss me again.”

He didn’t need a translator for that, either. He watched you lick your lips before he pressed himself into you again. You both met one another’s hunger with an intensity you couldn’t quite understand, but Fred reckoned this was probably the underlying reason for all of the competition between you two. How could he have possibly missed it all these years?

The idea of heading back inside the classroom for the lesson completely slipped from his mind when you grabbed two fistfuls of his hair in your hands and pressed your chest hard into his. By the muffled sigh you emitted against his mouth, he was sure he was driving you mad, and he was hellbent on getting you to be the first one to break with a moan.

But a low, unamused grunt ripped you apart from one another -- Fred was shocked that something had managed to break the ferocity between you both. You bit down on your bottom lip as you both turned to be face to face with a very disturbed and annoyed looking Mad-Eye, and George cracking up right behind him. You quickly swatted Fred’s hand away from your exposed hipbones, but he was pretty sure Moody had noticed anyway.

“Back inside,” your professor growled simply to both of you. In a lower voice, Mad-Eye continued, “I’ve got to be barking mad -- I did not sign up for this..” George winked at his brother and mouthed something that slightly resembled a Knew it, I bloody knew it, before making his way back into the classroom.

Fred turned back toward you and glanced down at your red and swollen lips. “Ready for me to out hex you again?” he asked with a glint of cheekiness in his voice.

“In your dreams, Fred,” you replied, narrowing your eyes and swatting him across the chest in your usual irritated tone. He was about to drag you back into the classroom but you yanked on his tie once more. The sultriness in your voice that dripped from your mouth made him not want to focus on the lesson at all; he’d rather think about many, many other things instead. “First -- embrasse moi, you prat.”

          ↳ “Kiss me,”

“Mmm,” he replied hungrily, licking his own lips in anticipation of getting you alone later. But he could get you riled once more, right? In more ways than one? He absolutely adored the completely startled and impressed look in your eye when he replied to you in French, “Bien sûr mon amour.”

          ↳ “Of course, my love.”

* vous vous sentez mal, Fred? Ne sois pas si mauvais perdant. - Are you feeling bad, Fred? Don’t be such a sore loser.

* Pauvre, gentil garçon. Tellement naïf - Poor, sweet boy. So naive.

* Sanglant brillant. - Bloody brilliant.

* Tu n'es pas! - You are not!

* Encore. Embrasse moi encore. - Again. Kiss me again.

* Bien sûr mon amour. - Of course, my love.

[rieson]

Hii! I was wondering if u take request  👉👈 if u do (and don't mind) can u do a zoro x female reader with big chest but the episode 625 with momonosuke who is in reader chest all the time but doesn't bother her. If u dont want ur free to ignor this 😔.

hello !! sure, i'm currently still practicing for zoro at the moment so i apologize if he's ooc in some parts or another, i'll do my best. thank you for requesting <3

Pairing : Roronoa Zoro ✗ F!Reader

Genre : Fluff(?)

Content Warning : Strong Languange, Fem!Reader

Word Count : 724

─ momonosuke being a brat and tests zoro's patience and self control

"oi! that's my woman gtfo!"

WHEN i say it takes a lot to get under Zoro’s skin and make him irritated, it really takes A LOT (this doesn't apply to a certain perverted curly eyebrow cook).

Being Luffy’s first mate, Zoro’s used to all the stupid shit/stunts his strawhatted captain does, making him, if not, the most patient person ever (again, this doesnt apply to a certain blond cook in his crew).

Therefore, you have to either BE the perverted cook to make him super irritated, or you wake him up from his nap time hour.

But this was different.

                              ────────── 

The thousand sunny go ship rocked calmly against the waves, the sound of seagulls cooing while flying in the sky in groups can be heard.

The strawhat crew, (and the heart pirates captain) has finally managed to get out of the Hell Hole, Punk Hazard and capture Caesar Clown.

Making their way to the next destination, Dressrosa.

It would’ve been a calm trip, but let's be real, it's the STRAWHAT crew. A place where a ‘calm atmosphere’ barely even exists. 

Zoro was doing his daily nap on the ship's deck, arms behind his head as he not-so-subtly snores.

You, on the other hand, was with Nami giving Momonosuke a tour of your awesome vessel !

In the library, you sat Momonosuke on your lap as you read one of the books you picked for him.

Your chin on his head, while the kid's back was lying comfortably on your chest.

“The Grand Line is the gigantic ocean current that circles around the planet, flowing from west to east. It follows an imaginary line that runs from north-west to south-east across the middle of the world and perpendicular to the Red Line, a vast ring-like continent that circles the globe from north-east to south-west.” You read to him.

Momonosuke nods eagerly in return, his head pressed to your chest, making it look like the kid was suffocating in your breasts.

“Reputed as the ‘pirate's graveyard’, the sea and the islands possess a vast number of unpredictable phenomena that are not seen anywhere else in the world─ Momo-chan? Are you okay?” You ask the way too enthusiastic 8 year old.

“Huh!?- Yea! I-I’m fine” He replies, looking delighted for some reason.

“Are you sure? Can you even breathe in the-”

The door to the library slams open, revealing a VERY angry looking green-haired swordsman, glaring daggers at Momonosuke.

“Zoro? Did something happen?-”

“Oi kid.” Zoro sternly spoke out.

Momonosuke visibly flinched at his tone and you caressed his cheek to calm him down.

That action of yours was greatly appreciated by Momonosuke, but greatly made your boyfriend more grumpy.

A smug smirk grew on Momonosuke’s face, that action stays unnoticed by you but noticed by the swordsman, making him, very much irritated at the 8 year old in your lap.

“What are you doing?” Zoro asked

“Reading with [Name]-san duh!” Momonosuke answered, squishing his head closer to your chest.

“Momo-chan?-” You started but conveniently got cutted off by your boyfriend.

“Kid, you better get off of there.”

“No!~”

“Brat.”

Momonosuke merely showed him a perverted grin in response.

Now THAT irked Zoro by a lot

Not only did that brat was taking advantage of sitting in your lap, he was being too smug for Zoro’s liking.

Afterall, your lap is HIS personal favorite napping spot, no one’s allowed to sit in there or put their head in there except Zoro.

Zoro liked using your chest as a pillow (not in a perverted way, its just a really comfortable pillow for him and gives him great naps) and seeing the little brat squishing his face onto you was making him want to put Momonosuke on his Number 1 Hit list.

“Oi. That's my woman, gtfo-”

“Momo-san! A feminime voice spoke out.

 “Come on! We’re going to show you the Aquarium Bar!” The voice, revealing to be Nami’s voice said.

“Ah! Okay ! Thank you [Name]-san, I’ll go to the aquarium bar now!” Momonosuke flashed a toothy grin at you, jumping off of your lap and heading towards the door.

Before he left, he sent Zoro yet another smug grin and zooms out of the library.

Zoro grunted, “That brat..”

“Aw.. Were you jealous?”

“No.”

“Your face tells otherwise.”

“Shut up and let me nap on your lap.”

“Pfft-! Alright, come here you big baby.

                                             end.

                                     ────────── 

[vivithefolle]

I was always confused by Hermiones behavior towards Ron in OOTP. Was she trying to hide her feelings? because she didn't really gave him any signs. Why she was so nasty at him with the teaspoon thing. Was she trying to make him jealous with the letters? What did or didn't she understand from Ron giving her the perfume. Is all this just JKR being stupid because she don't want them together before the very end. Sry for all these questions but I am rly confused can you plz help Vivi?

Once again, I’ll copy one of my Quora essays!

it’s a stereotype to say that girls resort to underhanded tactics when it comes to dating, or like to “test” their partner’s love… but it’s a stereotype for a reason: there are teenage girls who resort to those tactics.

The archetype of the Tsundere exists as an exaggeration of the traits some teenage girls demonstrate when they find themselves in a position of vulnerability such as “having a crush on someone”.

For someone as prideful as Hermione is, having a crush on someone is extremely threatening.

Hermione prides herself in her logic and intelligence. The validation she receives from getting good grades is something she needs, because she’s very insecure deep down. She thinks all she has to offer is her intelligence, and as she goes from a little girl to a young woman, this causes her grief because she doesn’t want to be just “intelligent”. As her body develops and changes, she finds that being the smartest one in the room isn’t enough anymore - she still loves being the smartest in the room, but she wants more than just that, she wants validation for other things. That’s why she was extremely hurt when Ron tactlessly (and Rowling-ly) remarks “you’re a girl” - she wants to be seen as a girl, as a woman, as more than a walking brain. She wants validation that she is a girl, and beautiful, and sexy, and capable of making heads spin. She needs “sexual” validation, for lack of a better term.

Of course she doesn’t really realize those feelings. All she knows is that it hurts when Ron seems to consider her “one of the guys”, or looks at girls that aren’t her. She likes it when he compliments her, but she’s also angry at him because he only ever seems to compliment her intelligence and damn it, she wants him to compliment something else! She wants him to look at her, REALLY look at her! Look at her like he looks at the pretty girls!

Little does she know that Ron does look at her, but he probably thinks he’s a pervert for doing so. Because - because she’s Hermione! She’s not like other girls, she’s not - she’s not the kind of girl you ogle! She’s the kind of girl you gift flowers to - roses, they’re her favourite - the kind of girl you have long, meaningful talks with - not sure if they’re always meaningful, but they sure talk a lot together! - she’s the kind of girl you… the kind of girl you love, not the kind of girl you just look at…

*wistful sigh* Mutual pining, mutual admiration, slow burn, +100k words…

But truth is, many people go around saying that Hermione treating Ron harshly and treating pretty much every boy (with exceptions like Draco Malfoy) more gently is because she actually doesn’t like Ron, and likes anyone but Ron.

When the truth actually is that… Hermione is awful. No, no, seriously, when Hermione is in love, she’s terrible. She can be a nice friend but when she’s in love with you she’s horrible. Especially since she’s a teenager.

Hermione is a prime example of a Tsundere.

The cute, blushy, giggling Hermione who flirts with [insert character here] and cries delicately when she’s rejected? Pure fanfiction. Canon Hermione keeps her love aggressively hidden behind countless iron walls, only letting it peek through when she’s absolutely sure the person she likes isn’t looking.

“How was practice?” asked Hermione rather coolly half an hour later, as Harry and Ron climbed through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room. “It was -” Harry began. “Completely lousy,” said Ron in a hollow voice, sinking into a chair beside Hermione. She looked up at Ron and her frostiness seemed to melt. - Order of the Phoenix

Rare footage of the Hermione Granger, scientific name Selfinsertus Overratedus, displaying interest in specimen of mighty fine hunk

Hermione isn’t sweet and tender and kind with the one she loves. At least, the teenage Hermione isn’t. She’s harsh, she’s disdainful and only gives out breadcrumbs of affection once in a while as part of the complicated mind game she’s playing.

You see, Hermione is never going to make the first move. You must be the one to ask her out, because she sure as hell ain’t going to do it for you.

This is due, I think, to the events of Goblet of Fire. Viktor Krum asks her out because Rowling absolutely wants Hermione to be the ugly duckling who transforms into the beautiful swan, so she brings in Cardboard Cutout With No Personality Aside From Being Famous to woo her self-insert.

Now Hermione has gotten the experience of being asked out, and being a rather socially awkward person who also hates being vulnerable - more on that later - well, now she just assumes that if someone asked her out once, then anyone who does like her can do the same.

Which is why she doesn’t realize that Ron is actually aware he loves her. There’s a big comedy of assumptions going on in Romione’s love story.

Hermione believes that Ron either 1) likes her but is oblivious to his own feelings and so she thinks she has to “give him hints” to make him realize it. Emphasized best by this exchange:

Hermione laughed. “Harry you’re worse than Ron [at understanding girls]… well, no, you’re not, “ she sighed, as Ron himself came stumping into the Hall splattered with mud and looking grumpy.

“I’ve sent him so many signals and yet he doesn’t notice. Woe is me!”

2) doesn’t actually likes her, but sees her just as a good mate or worse, as another sister.

Hermione keeps flip-flopping between her two assumptions throughout the series, all because of her biggest assumption: she thinks that if Ron was interested in her, he would ask her out. Because Viktor Krum was interested in her, and he asked her out, so why wouldn’t Ron do the same? They’re both boys and she’s a girl, after all. Isn’t that how it works?

This is also why Hermione’s “““invitation”““ to the Slug Club isn’t even an invitation - really, it’s worse than Ron’s invite to the Yule Ball, at least he was actually offering her to come:

“We’re allowed to bring guests,” said Hermione, […], “and I was going to ask you to come, but […] I won’t bother.”

“I was going to ask you to come but I won’t bother.”

This is literally what she says. It’s more of a “look Ron! An invite! If you’re good maybe I’ll think about letting you have it!” than anything else.

It’s because this is Hermione’s last resort. The ultimate humiliation. She has to resort to inviting Ron when in her mind, he’s supposed to be the one asking her out. He’s the boy! He’s supposed to do it! (And this is why I laugh at all the fools who claim that Hermione is the pinnacle of feminism. Seriously, the girl is more of a misogynist than any other character in the series.)

Hermione failed to take into account that Ron’s insecurity cripples him worse than she imagines, and that he copes with it differently than she copes with her own insecurities.

And this is the part where I explain about Hermione’s hatred of being vulnerable.

You see, I can relate quite a lot to Hermione - I see a lot of me in her, and a lot of people who hurt me in the past as well.

Bullied because she was an easy target, being the know-it-all and local teacher’s pet? Yep. Bullied for her appearance (I got braces when I was 8 and have been wearing glasses since I was a toddler, she had her bushy hair and buck teeth)? Can relate. Cried easily? Super check. Rule enforcer when the teachers weren’t around? Mega check.

And naturally, when you’re such a water fountain as I was, there’s nothing more humiliating than ending up crying in front of your bullies. You quickly learn that it will bring you nothing but more bullying. More humiliation. More vulnerability.

Hence why you start despising any form of vulnerability you find in yourself.

Obviously, being in love? That’s one of the most terrible things you can find yourself in when you’re afraid of being vulnerable. Because, oh god, your feelings are completely insane around the person. They make or ruin your day. You keep wanting to show them how cool / great / impressive you are, and you try desperately to mask all your little faults so they will hopefully return your feelings.

Given that Hermione is already not the most socially-aware battering ram in the knife drawer, she acts especially nasty to Ron, because she’s overcompensating for the vulnerability he makes her feel. And she most likely isn’t even aware of it! Forget Fanfic Hermione cringing as she realizes how mean she sounds, welcome Canon Hermione who just doubles down on a pointless argument just to drive home how totally in control she is and how Ron has absolutely zero effect on her, no siree!

In short: Hermione overthinks. She overthinks everything. She’s overthinking every of Ron’s actions, she’s assuming he’s either out to get her because she assumes he’s perfectly aware of her crush on him and he’s just toying with her (this is the very insecure, pessimistic Hermione speaking), she’s assuming he’s completely oblivious to her feelings and so she uses the ages-old technique of the “subtle hints” to make her feelings known to him (and fails miserably because she doesn’t want to put herself out there too much in case he rejects her, which would be the ultimate humiliation and the worst possible thing to happen to her, in her teenage girl mind), and she’s assuming he’ll never like her the way she likes him, all the while being woefully oblivious to the fact that Ron does want to be with her but she keeps sending him signals that she sees him as a troublesome child rather than a potential partner.

All in all, a teenage Hermione in love is utter torture. She’s her own worst enemy, and it’s only when she decides to let go of it all - of the mind games, of the distancing, of the passive-aggressive; of the overthinking - and just takes a chance that her efforts bear fruit.

There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

(As much as I’m disillusioned with Romione, this kiss is still one of my favourite parts of the series. They mutually sweep each other off their feet for god’s sake, you wish your ship would.)

[icecreamkink]

watched all of the untamed / cql in two weeks after my friend 1 told me abt mdzs a hundred years ago and my friends 2 and 3 tried to get me into cql for like two whole years and there are.

feelings.

very first scene is a very dramatic death in the middle of nightmare battle on sith planet land . i will forget abt it in the next tenish episodes and then will be very surprised when it becomes Extremely Painful

anyway magic flying gays and possession and human sacrifice! we are off to a great start

in retrospect, chaos goblin wei wuxian must have had a blast pretending to be so cRaZy and be as disruptive as he could as mo xuanyu lbr

listen. why is fire always evil coded. cant a magic clan wear red, black and orange and have flame motif while being wholesome?

For Legal Reasons These Are Not Zombies

i wish the politics of the sect were a bit clearer, especially at the beggining when the wen clan had sm power, was wen ruohan the chief cultivator? is that why they were so slow in responding to the attacks? im v confused by the pre yiling patriarch politics

fighting in the roof by the moonlight as way of flirtiiiiiiing. as i understand this is a wuxia/xianxia trope and honestly...... thank u for ur service

slight bullying and being a nuisance in general, as a way of flirting we love to see it

wwx: if i drink on the rooftop, thats not inside the cloud recesses! hmmm check and mate :D lwj: i will fuck u up so help me god   wwx: :0

i lov them

through hell or high water (quite literally) wei wuxian rem ains a trashfire gremlin till the end and i love him with my whole heart

in the pt subs wei wuxian calls jiang cheng a stubborn duck and i dearly wish that had come back

my opinions on almost every character goes from love to hate u - Hmm Me Like U - BABY. ILY. and i am Very Pleased w that. its been a while since i loved such a complete cast so much i think

no really. i WONT go into a detailed rant abt what i love about each of these characters and each of their relationships to each other. but i COULD. 

some lan disciples in the loudest whisper ever: YEAH THATS THE JIN BASTARD MENG YAO HEARD THE GOT SUPER HUMILIATED BY HIS DAD LOL SURE HOPE HE DOESNT TAKE SLIGHTS TO HIS CHARACTER TO HEART

lan xichen, immediately: i must Love him 

being into problematic ppl is in the Lan genetics, we come to realize

wen qing deserves so many awards for so many things but not snapping and just stabbing wen chao is at the top 

that scene at lan qirens class where wwx talks about using resentful energy to fight a violent spirit. exquisite.

 It establishes Good Student lan wangji, wei wuxian as curious and questioning and not afraid of taboo,  lwj sees that wwx is not, in fact, a dumb ass hes just a Dumbass,  shows us the audience (esp. a western audience) how shocking the idea of disrupting the dead/dying and controlling resentful energy actually is,  the theoretical foreshadow arguing, everyone else like ‘shUT UP’,  “and how could you ensure that the resentful energy would obey you and not hurt other?” “well i havent thought that far” and of course, lan qiren just straight up lobbing a hard object at wwx head,. chefs kiss

fellas is it gay to bother the hot rule obessessed nerd from ur school and make drawings of him with flowers in his hair and then hide gay porn in his book to antagonize him and ask him to hold ur hand and be ur friend and talk to him all the time and get him drunk and give him bunnies bc you know he likes them and give him a lantern and always want his attention and dedicate yourself to getting him to smile-

and after all of that wwx rly said oh i Admire him, aksd like yeah we all were there in high school buddy

i have Learned. caves = gay.

 accidental marriage +beint physically tied together with the sacred married ribbon+ gay panic+foreshadowing+bunnies! in the cave (1)

the story abt lan yi and baoshan sanren tho. i would like to see it

early days wen bros pull my heart strings like a guqin 

EVERYTHING about the lantern scene; disaster hets jiang yanli and jin zixuan; how wwx made lwj a bunny lantern. how soft and touched lwj was. wwx gleefully pointing out he was smiling and lwj IMMEDIATELY PULLING HIW SWORD ON HIM LMAO. tragically foreshadowy promises to do right by pepople, living without regrets. lwjs 'oh no do i love him??' face. just. all of it. 

i have it on good acc that in the novel lwj is explicitly Repressed Gay Panicked Big Horny which is delightful and rly Adds to the performance

 baby lwj is really just conceal dont feel dont let them know u have EMOTIONS (derogatory)

jiang cheng rly went "why dont.u go play with HIM if u like him so much"

jc and wwx have big BIG annoying sibling energy dont think too hard abt it or youll cry

lotus pier is soo pretty :((((((((((((((((

up until episode 13 you could think this could be a magical ancient chinese gays pride n prejudice w swords and shenanigans ................youre just not prepared for the game of thrones of it all

seriously ha ha ha i cried so much w this show my eyes genuinely swelled up . like. physically. fun timez fun timez

that being said, its hilarious that wen xu goes to cloud recesses like 'come out or ill kill all these hostages' and then DOESNT WAIT FOR AN ASWER AND KILLS THEM ALL IMMEDIATELY. do u know how blackmail works sir

 would like to make it recorded that from day one i was like 'CALL A GODDAMN CULTIVATION G20 THIS ASSHOLE SECT IS LITERALLY MASSACRING YALL!!' and it took them like 3 or 4 massacres to do anything and they STILL sent their heirs into their territory  LIKE

when wwx cites the gusu lan rules to wen chao tho. that rebel/attention whore/cutie pie 'look lan zhan i DID memorize the rules after all' ‘also a big fuck you to the wen sect :D :D’ sweet spot that scene achieves . delicious

all the cultivator young masters being petty af even though they are practically prisoners at the cave is hilarious and i love them

hurt and comfort + gay mistunderstandings + watsonian gay declaration music + accidental evil acquisition! at the cave (2)

its like where do i start? the fact theyre both trapped and kind of heavily injured inside an isolated cave with a murder turtle? wwx gay panicking lwj into coughing up bad blood? lwj being jealous as wwx babbles abt mianmian? telling him he shouldnt play with people and wwx saying he never played him? wwx going Oh. I See what is happening. YOU like mianmian, and lwj absolute done face ??? (iconic) wwx touching the sacred married ribbon Again? the telepathic communication? the sword? WEI WUXIAN ASKING LAN WANGJI TO SING TO HIM AS HE IS PASSING OUT AND LWJ SINGING HIM. THE SONG. HE WROTE. FOR WWX. AND THAT HE CALLED. THEIR SHIP NAME????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

they are SO insufferable pleeeeease

in the words of my friend 1 : “CQL is so gay we were all amazed how it got past the censors Ofc unfortunately it can't be novel level gay But they did their best And we love them for it”

in the theme of songs THIS OST. WUJI HAS BEEN LIVING IN MY MIND RENT FREE SINCE I FIRST HEARD IT the whole ost is so so sO beautiful.

 the costuming in this is also soooo exquisite. the embroidery? the fabrics? the details? how every sect and clan has a distinct style and architecture? (also ik they based each off of dif periods in chinese history which is REALLY fucking cool) just chefs kiss

the direction too!. i enjoy the unusual camera movements and i think they give it that Vibe, also their composition is PARTICULARLY good when it comes to telling the subtext through position of camera/position of character (like nhs off to the side in scenes he at first glance doesnt need to be/ how lwj is often centered when hes Jealous Yearning at wwx being affectionate w other ppl, wwx return from burial mounds etc)

ik madam yu is like Badass Milf Check and shes not getting any mom of the year awards but im delighted at how messy she is. IMAGINE that woman on tiktok

you better have enjoyed gay cave (2) bc its Just Pain from here on out! 

jiang fengmian and madame yu win the Most Dramatic Way to show they do care about each other, actually ..... ever :)

i thought jiang yanli jiang cheng and wei wuxian forcing themselves to escape yunmeng barely holding on after their parents are killed was going to be the height of pain in this show. ha. 

the family dynamics in general on this showwwww, both blood/ adopted/ found families, brotherly bonds and lifelong friendships just. rly. truly. fucked me up. theyre all so important and complicated and well rounded and beautiful and tragic

and beyond being a Win For the Gays im so glad the relationships w wwx and jiang yanli/ wen qing were NOT changed from platonic bc they are so much better like that imo. like maybe if we didnt Live In A Society it wouldnt be so, but the fact wwx and others can love and value them so much and theres nothing romantic or sexual abt it is like. so refreshing. especially @ jyl, with the way he and jc are overprotective of her and shes such a nurturing/care taker figure for them, it would just not vibe as well if they made it romantic

i love that this is a story abt Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch aka Actual Satan/Boogey Man/Village With/Public Enemy Number One , my dude is literally a necromancer who only dresses in black and has evil smokey black tendrils wafting out of him, but the really edgy one is still jiang cheng, pastel purple fashion icon

and speaking of best/worst siblings wei wuxian and jiang cheng *immediately starts crying* 

The Golden Core Transfer i just. no thots only tears 

wen qing and wen ning putting themselves in so much danger just.... to help them. wn saving jc from wen chao. wq finding a way to get wwx to transfer his core. like thinking about the monumental work these two did to help wwx and jyl and jc... jyl trying so fucking hard to be strong and keep on moving and giver her little brothers comfort after losing everything... jiang cheng. losing his parents and his home and his ability to do anything abt it and his complete desperation and lack of self worth and turning on them with agression  when he didnt realize all that they did for him ... hhhhhhhhhhhhh

me, pointing at the whole cast “i just LOVE them mom!!!”

its sad tho, that BARELY ANY of the women have like.... actual important conversations let alone relationships with each other at all in the story. and like wq and jyl have stayed at the same place for extended periods of time, where wq actively took care of her TWICE,  and still! not one measly convo, nothing! ................ .𝓌ₕᵧ

everyone in this show need a good sip of Self Worth and Stop Sacrificing Yourself juice 

ngl the sword flying looks very dumb 

“a-cheng, please bring a-xian back.” “i will, i promise.” ;-;

the whole calling each other by the More Intimate Version of the name, first as teasing and later as true intimacy. mmmhmmm yes

untamed where everythings the same but wwx evil flute song is eoeo

related that scene when wwx comes back from the burial mounds for the first time w demonic cultivation and he acts all formal and calls lwj hanguang-jun and keeps being evasive and distant and mean and soooooo................. facetious 

and how hes kind of desperately trying to keep intense lwj at bay (A FIRST) and avoiding actually talking to either of them and its all tension ughhh and then he MOCKS his and lwjs relationship, he jokes w him in this like... mean echo of their usual ~banter~ oof 

 and like!!! uncertain but so relieved jc who just HUGS him w no reservations for once and its not like he isnt just as worried as lwj abt wwx and what hes doing, but he chooses in that moment to enjoy getting him back first and mmhmMMMmMm yes (maybe my favorite scene in the whole show? MAYBE SO. ) 

highkey hurt me but also. i might be into mean wwx. i will take no criticism.

lan zhans sad eyes tho :((((((((( 

on one hand i wish we could have seen what happened at the burial mounds but on the other the timeskip adds so much flair to his return so im hnnn

also i love that hes been missing for 3 months reappears kinda melancholic and bloodthirsty and knowing malign tricks and jc is like 'so. are u sad bc of lan wangji'

when ur bae survived the war but he thinks ur evil/ might be evil so you cant kiss :///

hmmm talking at the rooftop under the moonlight not mentioning everything that stands between usssss

they are the two jades of lan and we’ll be the two heroes of yunmeng is the type of line u dont even need to know whats gonna happen to know thats gonna be sad

when they fight wen ruoshan at the nightless city i thought that was the battle we see at the first ep and its not and its so easy and theyre all like ‘yayy we won go wwx!’ i was just. SCREAMS WHAT is gonna HAPPEN

so like. post burial mounds/sunshot campaign pre yiling patriarch wwx is like. ultra arrogant, ultra mocking, peak lil shit and it gave me e v e r y t h i n g i wanted

even tho having the wen prisoners at the targets at phoenix mountain and still having wwx and jzx shooting the arrows was???? so.... tone deaf 

wwx: fucking w demonic energy   jyl: he has never done anything wrong in his life, ever <3 <3 (mood)

the parallels between meng yao/wei wuxian (and even xue yang a bit?) are Seen and they are Valid

wwx post burial mounds: can yall SHUT UP abt the goddamn sword (suibian left the chat)

LIKE truly, we talk abt the angst and yearning with wangxian. but what abt wwx and suibian. xianbian / xianqing angst and comfort 100k

take a shot everytime someone coughs up blood

zidian is simply the coolest spiritual weapon rip to suibian and chenqing and bichen and sendou and baixa........ but tis the truth 

cons: everyones families died in a nightmare war! everyones homes burned to the ground! everyone is traumatized! pros: everyone gets cooler clothes and weapons!!

wen ning and a-yuan and yanli bestest babes squad dont touch me rn

everyone: brooding and fighting                                                                wq and jyl: why dont you try some acupunture/drinking some soup and calm down huh? how abt that bitch?? 

showing the battle/massacre at the nightless city first was genius actually bc then everytime we have a cute scene w yunmeng bros and theyre like 'we'll be together forever! uwu' youre like oh. oh no. oh no no no. 

justice vs lawfulness vs means and ends 👁

jc: stay in the right path and practice the art of the sword                        wx: yeah thats not gonna happen chief

my reaction to wwx renouncing to the sect politics to help the wens was just that elmo burning gif in succession

the dramatic rain. wen qing desperately calling out to wen ning. the ghosts/puppets killing the guards. how terrifying wn actually was while wwx was controlling him :( lwj goeing after him to try and stop him and then he just; he Sees him and understands him even if he cant actually do anything about it other than let them go. 

“there must be somewhere in this earth we can go to :(((((((((”

"IF I HAVE TO FIGHT THEM, I'D RATHER IT BE YOU. DYING BY YOUR HANDS WOULD AT LEAST BE WORTH IT." oh my god oh my god oh my goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooddddddd

also lwjs umbrella is white w black smoke.. .  . nice

yiling patriarch / demonic farming burial mounds settlement is like one of my favorite concepts. they an "EVIL" FARMING COMMUNITY LED BY THE VILLAGE WITCH COME ON

they planted TURNIPS and LOTUS FLOWERS and ONE (1) baby and made lanterns and a common hall :(((((((

wen qing and wei wuxian, baddest bitches and genius science best friends i absolutely LOVED to see it. they rly went ‘is anyone gonna sibling/project partner that’ and didnt wait for an answer

both wwx and jyl getting lotus ponds at the burial mounds and in lanling bc they miss lotus pier ;;;;;;;w

;;;;; wish jyl had actually gone into the burial mounds. we were robbed of jyl and wq meeting again and jyl meeting a-yuan and seeing the settlement and the homes and all ;w; at least jc did go, stab wounds and broken arms and all

wwx like... having thrown his whole life away to help the wens (yeah the sect leaders and jin guangshan in particular wanting his stygian tiger amulet was an Element but still) and not.... necessarily regretting it, but grappling with all of the consequences of it... becoming moody and drepressed at times, missing his family and lotus pier and his friends and probably simply missing being around people and causing trouble, extrovert that he is, lashing out at the wens and at a-yuan, just in general the whole messiness of that experience

the way the resentful energy does affect his temperament is rly nice bc its not too in your face,(i mean outside of the Shaky Hands of Rage) but like he clearly has a much lesser control on his anger and impulsivity (tall order) than both before bm and after hes ressurected

on that note A-YUAN BABIEST BABY BOY BEST BOY

lan zhan being like oh hey there wei ying fancy meeting u and our son here. just passing by u know how it is hmmmmMm and then PLOT TWIST having defied orders to go see him and being punished for it. oof;;

 they habent seen each other in like? a year? and now theyre tgt 10 seconds and are already parenting a child together

also lwj rly kneels down in the snow way too much to be healthy

wwx: calm down guyssss i wont lose control of demonic cultivation omgggg  .   spoiler alert: he loses control of demonic cultivation

did u enjoy cute children? good bc now the Real Pain Begins

jiang yanli and jin zixuan rly out there APROPRIATING both disaster gays AND bury ur gays huh ;w;

i KNEW jin lings birthday was gonna fuck something up but the GASP that left my body when wwx lost control of wn and killed jin zixuan .. . . 

im sorry and thank you aaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAaAAAAA 

when wen ning and wen qing were telling wwx their plan i was saying NO NO NO NO NO NO out loud in despair 

also can we talk abt how wq is definetely talking about only the both of them surrending themselves but then? everyone else just surrenders w them? IT MAKES NO SENSE LIKE WHY WOULD THEY what would be the Point

 sometimes there are some pretty gaping jumps in logic and continuity that are just like                     ?          ?

wwx: oh so when you try to murder me its justified but when i survive through dark magic and murder all of you its a "war crime"

unsurprisingly, his most feral, most spiraling moment talking to the sect leaders on the roof and attacking them and even fighting lan zhan is among my favorite scenes... its like, so painful to watch but also   so       thrilling   (and maybe my wen bbs dying arose some resentful energy in me what can i say) 

and its JUST, all they ever wanted was to do good but then... war. and trauma. and hubris. 

jiang cheng on the ground clearly thorn between what to do and feel is a Mood, lets just say

i was already crying when jyl showed up, but if i wasnt-

 i suffered SO MUCH through this series trying to figure out WHY jc would kill wwx. and when i understood. its somehow not as bad as i thought and also MUCH MUCH WORSE

a look into my group chat during the last flashback episodes:

SO ANYWAY. after the BLOOD BATH and RIPPING YOUR HEART OUT and FEEDING IT TO YOU  the untamed goes ‘ayy back to the present!! tu du dud ud du’ 

literally it ends a quarter into an episode and then KEEPS GOING i had to pause and stare blankly at the ceiling for an hour

babie cultivators and detective soulmates . i do need some cute after All of That 

(not that the pain is over LOL)

lwj is significantly less emotionally repressed in the present and its delightful. hes just ALL IN with wwx. and not just in the ‘i would and have killed various men and risked my reputation for you’ but also ‘ur tired here have a drink i brought it up cause i know u like it and it want you to be happy, always’

“when everyone praised me and wanted my power, you were the only one that challenged me. now that everyone hates me and wants me dead, youre the only one that stands by my side.” hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnn 

and just filling in the blanks how lan zhan searched for him. for all of those 16 years he searched for him and was punished for it and raised a-yuan, the only survivor of the burial mounds settlement, as his own in gusu......

and jiang cheng.  being the tough love uncle . having raised the yunmeng jiang clan from the rubble all alone, his whole family dead, some of it on the blame of his own brother, his siblings, his closest friends gone.......and only jin ling there needing his guidance. 

THE PARALLEL BETWEEN JIN LING BEING A LIFELINE FOR JIANG CHENG AND A-YUAN FOR LAN WANGJI AFTER THE BATTLE AT THE NIGHTLESS CITY  

great now i made myself sad

and like . the fact! that lwj and jc dislike each other!!. jc projects blame onto him for wwx both “leaving” him and indirectly causing their families deaths and when hes so consumed by it he makes wwx an enemy, lwj is there now? trying to protect him?? and lwj, who can never understand the pain that wwx , indirectly or not put jc through, but who was right there when jc tried to kill him and will never allow him to hurt wwx again. and how they like. in a way project blame of their tragedies onto each other while dealing with some type of survivor guilt and in their own way still loving wwx through it all???  amd in way its kind of fundamentally selfish but also tragically understandable? and like when u put it against the fact that after he disappears during the sunshot campaign they were looking for him together and fought together??

JUST. THE CHARACTERS. AND THE RELATIONSHIPS IN THIS. MAN. UGH. GOD. 

and like i think thats what makes it so good? its such a sad and painful and violent story, edgy even, but its compelling bc at the center of it there are all of these relationships and different types of love and hope and. :( i love it

enough crying lets talk abt wwx sleeping at the jingshi with lwj and wearing his under garment for a minute 🙏

 jin ling just has that Was Raised by JC energy tho lmao i love him

babie cultivator squad is the perfect ammount of cute and comedic relief while still bearing the weight? of the narrative in a way, both from sizhui and jin lings existences, and also. like. how do i put this. they feel hopeful? they were born after a war, they came of age at a time of relative peace, they dont hold on so closely to the resentments of their parents/father figures, they are specifically shown as more accepting and open minded. and its like.... Hope for the future  

one of the ?? things  i love the most is the fact that the main cast are often in situations where theyre hunted/running but they like. never wear disguises... just going around in their gorgeous expensive clan clothes and hair ornaments and distinctive spiritual weapons.... maybe w a straw hat on, just for kicks

wwx teacher 🥺🥺🥺

so this is why its called Yi City Misery huh

a-qing is such. an icon. im so sad. my girl even knew to leave xys dumb self rotting by the road but no one listens to her thats why theyre all dead or sad 

her and xue yang measuring each other up was so entertaining lmao

 its the funniest thing when hes like. HERES MY SAD STORY. FOR WHY IM A SADISTIC MURDERER. I BROKE MY HAND ONCE. 

like ok someone broke his hand in a horrible way, and like Poverty, i get it but also like.......... that lost the brunt of a proper sob story like, 50 sadistic murders ago bby

and i love that xingchen does not entertain that for a second hes like ‘not ?????? good enough???’ and the best thing is he wasnt even like 'u hadto be the bigger person' or sth but ' well then break that dudes hand back, rip his arm off for i care, what do the rest of us have to do w anything???” 

anjo sensato :(

xue yang is like..... the sexy sadistic evil version of a himbo..... a meanbo...

the fucked upness of xy’s feelings for xxc/ xxc and sl feelings for each other... like my dude literally gave his bf HIS EYES. and xy getting so attached to xxc .... the fucked up fake domesticity.... having him hurt sl..... then desperately trying to bring him back ...................... oof

song lan........... literally had his eyes AND tongue removed, his bfs eyes put in place, was almost killed, turned into a puppet by his bf unknowingly, manipulated by xy, sees his bf killing himself in despair.... and STILL finds the strenght to get up from there, and keep on traveling and helping people and attempting to fix xxcs soul.......... like, my man. damn. 

wangxian looking at songxiao and seeing an Actually more painful parallel for themselves. ft. that Color Coding. 

THE A-YUAN/SIZHUI REVEAL PUNCHED ME IN THE HEART but in a good way for a change

should have know that he would be the Best Boy the cute one w all the braincells

the butterfly AND the bunny lantern. i see how it is

u know is very convenient that no one can see the stark black veins on wen nings neck, ever 

BAT WEN NING 

wns face when lwj comes into wwx room like ‘:0 omg did u two finally get your shit together? good for you master wei good for u’ 

(they didnt) (yet)

DISASTER DRUNK LWJ. JUST. THRUST SOME CHICKENS TO SHOW UR RESSURECTED BAE THAT U LOVE THEM.

i have absolutely no idea WHY they gave lwj the same punishment for fighting his own sect/allies to protect the burial mounds as when they got drunk on cloud recess class days.... like? its such a ... emotional continuity error again

also is lwj gonna get an actual friend besides wwx , ever

mianmian marrying and having a family and a cute life after saying FUCK U AND UR SYSTEM TOO in a much less unhinged and dramatic way than wwx......... fills me w joy

also lol the idea that like. her husband not knowing that shes friends w satan/the boogey man/the village witch is hilarious

i love nie mingjue bc hes the resident Though Guy but also the most dramatic bitch in this show and thats Saying Something

jin ling cant have one uneventful relative can he

the fact that everyone present already knew “mo xuanyu” was wwx at the stairs is so funny, their faces are like ‘oh............ wow. that. sure is a development. shock” 

in the tradition of extremely loud whispers wwx tells lwj with twelve guards standing like one meter away from them: HEY PSH LAN ZHAN PRETEND IM FORCING YOU TO STAY W ME DO IT

oh my god oh my god

the absolute Yearning on his face when he leaves wwx and a-yuan at the burial mounds and refuses to stay for dinner was already Enough but the fact?? they brought it back?? to this declaration of love?? their expressions??????? strike me dead right now just go ahead

lFor Legal Reasons We Cant Kiss but we will have a very sappy declaration of love and trust and look at each other in way that is the actualization of 💞💘💗💖💓💘💞💗💖💘💗💖💕💞

also icb all the sect leaders and guards are standing there watching them say they like like each other with a dozen swords pointing at their neck

i enjoyed the depiction of the fickle public perception and how easily it can be used to scapegoat people. when the sect leaders turn on jgy and wwx knows thats its more for convenience than anything else...

poor lxc is literally like 'oh so when YOUR problematic boyfriend gets called evil its a misunderstanding but when its MY problematic bf-'

ok like i cant get over nmj let jgy play a song that messed with his temperament at all, like maN u KNEW he might be shady wth

wwx: “hey dont say anything bad abt lan zhan hes not an arrogant dick, thats just his face. 

ME ON THE OTHER HAND"

the cultivators as wwx is poking holes in their narrative is literally *nazaré meme*

"wei wuxian-!" "what did i break your leg, too?" not to be problematic but i laughed so hard

not as hard as "you dont have the rank to talk to me " tho

i Enjoy that, over the course of story, wwx sees that... theres nothing truly to Do, but move on. he saw how his arrogance and his mistakes hurt others, and hes trying to fix what he can, but he already did die for his mistakes and there are things he cant fix and that's. just how it is. even towards jgy, the narrative doesn't go gleefully and completely with "lets make THEM pay bc theyre the big bad" bc its not that simple, and it wouldn't lead anywhere but more pain...

re him and jiang cheng and the wens and kinda. isnt that what nhs did? scheming to displace jgy out of revenge more than any justice and doing so in the most painful way?

idk if that actually makes sense im truly just babbling

i thought the scene at the lotus pond would be CUTE but the context was PAIN again

jiang cheng finding out about his golden core and his conflict with wwx at the guanyin temple .... destroyed me but in a nice way kinda.... same way it destroys him look at his face oh god

and. the fact??? he sacrificed himself for wwx?? first?? and he'll probably never tell anyone much less wwx???? keeps me up at night

i havent decided if the neckbreak transition between jgy does sth super Evil or does he he does OR Does He yes he does O R does heeeee is sth i dislike or not

jin guangyao and wei wuxians most interesting parallel is that... theyve both seen 'hmm hey this system is fucked up' and wwx went 'so fuck it all i will renounce it and challenge it' and jgy went 'so fuck it i will use all of it to my advantage and manipulate it to my goals and whims'

the fact jgys mom was actually great and he loved her and his whole issue w it was more than simply being ashamed of being a bastard kinda got me ngl

never trust a dude with a fan.

nhs and jgy: the first rule to a convoluted and decades spanning violent revenge plot is to have fun and be yourself! 

when a-yuan finally FINALLY remembers ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;-;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; wen ning has someone in his family back and a-yuan has someone to talk abt his wen family and wwx has him back bc he survived and lwj raised him anD HES THEIR SON. THEYRE MARRIED AND HAVE A SON. UGH.

and theyre allowed to heal. everyone is allowed to try and recover and be happy

netflix put all of the 3 endings on top of each other and it looks kinda weird actually BUT I DONT EVEN MIND :’’’’’’’’’)

the gasp that left me when lwj says ‘wei ying’ and wwx turns.........

there was also a screen with ‘thank you mxtx for creating these characters, we hope their wishes come true’ and i might. have cried then too. maybe. 

that was . a ride. as is proven by this behemot of a ramble clearly i just really needed and Outlet. i am currently trying to convince dumb monkey brain to not consume the other medias of mdzs immediately bc i REALLY need to like. live. a life. and take care of real responsibilities.  *longest oh boi ever*

[floatingpetals]

Call of the Mountains || Ch. 8

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (Werewolf AU!)

Warnings: nothin really

Word Count: 1400+

Summary:  (Werewolf-AU!Stucky x f!reader) Life had begun to overwhelm her. Work was insane and her life was a mess. There was a tug in her soul that called her to take this trip, deep into the forest away, where there was the peace and stillness of nature. She didn’t know why, but she knew she needed to listen. It was meant to be a relaxing trip, but one misstep on some moss sent her tumbling into the rapids of the flooded river. She thought she was gone and the earth decided it was time to reclaim her. She didn’t expect was to be pulled from the river nor the creature that saved her. Her entire world is turned upside down and all it took was an accidental step to the left. (18+ Only Story)

A/N: Super short chapter but I didn’t have much to add didn’t want to drag it on further. Hope you enjoy!

The gifs are not mine, credit to the owner.

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Steve cracked an eye open, glowering at the sun that beamed through his windows. The storm must have passed sometime last night. He hadn’t remembered to close his window blinds after he fell into bed, too busy trying to shut his mind up than to think about it. He shot a glance at his clock, the blank screen staring back. He bit back a snarl and begrudgingly sat up.

That’s right. The powers out. Sometime in the middle of the night, something caused both their generators to shut off. Reluctantly, he pushed himself off the bed to get ready. He’d need to go and check and prayed they weren’t destroyed. He shuddered at the thought. It had been a pain and half to get those generators up the mountain and he’d be damned if he had to go drag more up.

After brushing his teeth and running some oil through his beard, he slipped into a fresh pair of jeans and button-down flannel. He snagged a pair of socks, his shoes left at the door to not track mud through the house per Bucky’s demands, and headed to his door. He paused with his hand on the door handle, a frown tugging on his lips.

A whine was bubbling in the back of his throat, but it wasn’t from himself willingly. His wolf was trying to claw its way out, excited to finally be out of this room and closer to its real reason of excitement. Not to mention it was still upset with how he snapped yesterday. Steve heard about it all last night, the howling bouncing around his head until sleep finally claimed him. The thin barrier from the rest of the house was the only thing keeping him from losing control.

A growl bubbled up to his chest, this time his own, frustrated at his hesitation. This was ridiculous, he snarled and nearly ripped the door off its hinges. An unthreatening woman shouldn’t cause him so much turmoil, especially not a human no less. This was his house too. If he wanted to go down and check his generators, he was going to.

He snarled at a particularly loud whine from his wolf and shoved it back down. He stomped through the house and jammed his feet in his socks, then his shoes. He was still seething when he walked over to the generator and stopped short. Another snarl ripped through his chest, the animalistic sounds echoing off the trees and sent the birds and creatures scattering. Of fucking course, he hissed.

Despite having cleared the surrounding area of the trees to keep just this from happening, a rouge tree had fallen and landed right on their generators, crushing it. It was clear why they had no power. At least for this one. It didn’t answer why the second hadn’t turned on, but a quick walk around cleared that up. The tree didn’t spare a generator apparently. Growling once again, he went around to the other side of the garage and glared at the third they had set aside just for this. It was perfectly fine, thankfully still under the tarp untouched.

Huffing, Steve proceeded to drag it out from under the tarp and over to the broken generators. There he could hook them up and then work on getting the broken tree off. If he was lucky, they might only need minor fixes on one, since the top of the tree that landed on the generators wasn’t nearly as thick as the base that crushed the first. He didn’t hold hope to think that both of them could be saved though.

“Need a hand?”

Steve paused mid drag, glancing over his shoulder to Bucky. He squinted and grunted in response. Bucky hadn’t expected anything less from Steve and went over to the other side. Together they lifted the generator, straining only slightly at the weight and carried it over to the other two. Bucky heaved a sigh and wiped his hands on his pants, glaring at the other two under the tree.

“That’s going to be a bitch and a half.”

Steve ran a hand through his hair and glared at the trees too. He let out his own puff of irritated air and walked over to look over the damage.

“I’ll get Sam and Clint up here to clear this.” He grumbled, kicking the dirt beside the tree. “They’d been wanting to down another tree for firewood anyways. Two birds one stone.”

“Nah,” Bucky smirked. “You just don’t wanna deal with this shit.”

“Can you blame me?” Steve raised a brow, smirking right back. The fresh air seemed to do be doing his mind well, maybe it was the heavy lifting he had to do too, but he could feel the earlier frustration melting away.

“Nope. Matter of fact I was gonna volunteer them too.” Bucky chuckled. He watched as Steve began to wrestle with plugs stuck underneath the thick tree, stewing on the real reason why he decided to come outside. A frown tugged at the corner of his lips. Yet he still bit his tongue.

Steve could tell something was bothering Bucky. He didn’t need their bond to know that Bucky was simmering where he stood. His brow always creased the way it was when he was thinking, the crease growing the longer he flipped between opening his mouth or not. Steve huffed and stood, leveling Bucky with a stare.

“Well. Out with it.”

Bucky shoved a hand in his hair and muttered to himself before he addressed Steve.

“We need to talk about Y/N.”

“Don’t think we do.” Steve retorted sharply. He walked away from Bucky to wrestle with the tree branches out of the way to grab the wires. He didn’t even blink when there was a growl behind him.

“Yes, we do,” Bucky protested and went to help. “You have got to stop treating her like shit Steve. She didn’t do anything wrong.”

When Steve didn’t acknowledge him, it sparked further irritation in Bucky. Fine, he wanted to play childish, he’d get childish.

“She thinks you hate her.”

That caused a reaction. Steve froze, his breath catching in his throat. He cleared his throat and quickly tried to pretend he didn’t just act like he got kicked in the stomach.

“Why does that matter to me?” He muttered, shoving the plugs in place.

“You know why.” Bucky shot back. “It’s why you’re so against getting to know her.”

Steve clenched his eyes shut and stood tall. He opted to not reply and flicked the switch, the generator roaring to life. The outdoor lights flicked on. The sensor would need to be reset, he tried to distract himself. He turned back to Bucky, face void of emotions. Bucky nearly snarled.

“Look,” Bucky said through clenched teeth. “I know what happened with-.” Steve flashed his teeth before Bucky could finish his sentence. “No! You don’t get to pretend it never happened! Not anymore! Not since it’s clear you’re using it as an excuse to treat her- our fucking mate- like shit! Don’t look at me like that!”

Steve jerked his chin away and clenched his fists at his side. He didn’t have to stand here and listen to this. Yet he knew if he tried to run off, Bucky would step in his way.

“Act as detached as you want. But you know it, I know it, hell I’m pretty sure she even knows it some level.” Bucky continued. “You can’t let what happened with Peggy ruin what we can have with Y/N. That was a fluke. I’m sorry, but it was. This though, this is real.”

Steve flinched. Ten years had done nothing to lessen the blow of the memory, and now Bucky was using it as a tool? No, Bucky could follow him if he wanted but Steve was done listening.

“Powers back on,” Steve growled. “I’m going to go get Sam and Clint to clear this and then Natasha and I will go out and patrol. There might be more trees that need to be checked.”

Without another word, Steve walked away. Bucky let him. He watched his friend and bond-mate walk-off, heart heavy. There was so much agony seeping through their bond. Bucky couldn’t do anything about it though. Steve needed to move on himself. Maybe, just maybe, Y/N would help him finally come to terms that what happened is done and Steve could finally look to the future.

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[lesboaliceswan]

now ’til forever it’s all of me, all of you, just take my hand (Bella x Rosalie) 

request: Bella and Rosalie? (Either clean or nsfw works) For Anon

warnings: femslash pairing, a little talk of rape

word count: 1,869

a/n: hey anon! this was just run through grammarly, i apologize for mistakes. this is probably crappy but i like it, so here goes...

“How would you like to go on a date with me?” Rosalie blurted out one day in the parking lot. She glanced over at her family, and was met with shocked faces. Up until now, she had pretended that she hated the annoying teenager, but it was all a façade. She knew Bella was her mate from the beginning, but she didn’t want to have to put her family in danger. She just couldn’t stay away from her anymore. Her inner musings were interrupted by a shocked Bella stammering, trying to get her words out. She couldn’t form a complete word, and at that moment Rosalie knew she had to step in. She lightly grabbed the human girl’s hands and squeezed them ever so slightly.

“You don’t have to go with me if you don’t want to, I won’t pressure you into anything,” Rosalie explained and Bella furiously shook her head. That was not the answer Rosalie was expecting. The mate bond is felt by humans as well, but normally it isn’t nearly as strong. She was assuming that Bella would refuse and Rosalie would have to try again later. That wasn’t the case, as Bella squeezed Rosalie’s hands back and smiled.

“I would love to, Rosalie, you just caught me off guard.” Rosalie cringed at the slight hurt in Bella’s voice. She felt bad for making Bella feel like she didn’t like her. Rosalie just wasn’t good with emotions.

”How about this Saturday? I can pick you up if you’d like? Or not if you’d rather use your truck, although I’d rather you not drive that rust bucket back and forth-“ Bella cut Rosalie off from her rambling and smiled at her. Bella thought she was cute when she was nervous.

”Rose, you can pick me up if that makes you feel better. Just breathe.” The taller girl smiled at her shorter mate. She always knew how to make her feel better. Rosalie nodded and began to walk back to her family. When she got there, no one said a word, but everyone’s eyes were on her.

”What the hell was that?” Edward screeched. Rosalie winced at the volume of it. Super sensitive vampire ears don’t go well with an annoyed brother. Rosalie just shrugged.

”Asking out my mate, I guess.” All her family members gasped, including Edward and Alice. Edward quickly calmed down when he heard those words, but still seemed confused.

”Why did you let me try to get close to her if you knew she was your mate? Also, how didn’t I know this?” Alice echoed his last sentence, although she looked even more confused than Edward.

”I didn’t want her to be my mate. I didn’t want to ask her, but I couldn’t help myself.” Edward sighed and Alice squealed at the love-struck grin on Rose’s face.

”Understandable. I just wish I’d have know before I went through all that pain-“ Rosalie snarled at the other vampire.

”Put a sock in it drama queen, we all understand how terrible it must’ve been to be near her, even though I killed all my rapists without drinking a single drop of their blood. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date to plan” With that, Rosalie hopped in her car with Alice and sped off.

Needless to say, Edward didn’t say a word to Rosalie for the rest of the day.

Saturday...

“Okay, I think it’s all set,” Rosalie whispered to herself as she looked at the picnic area she had set up. It wasn’t Edward’s meadow, it was ten times as good. It was a little hike away from the road, but not too far away.

Rosalie smiled to herself and ran back home to get in her car and drive to Bella’s house. She just hoped she would get this right.

Meanwhile...

”Bella, stop freaking out, it’s just Rosalie” Bella internally scoffed at herself for saying that. That’s the whole reason she was freaking out, because it’s Rosalie. She would never look as good as the other girl, not in a million years.

As Bella looked in the mirror, she was slightly taken aback at what she saw. Her hair was lightly curled and fell just below her shoulder. She had on an oversized flannel shirt that she stole from her dad, a black, tight-fitted crop-top, and light blue skinny jeans. She looked hot. She smiled to herself as she took in her appearance once more. It was casual, but she made it look good. She just hoped Rosalie would like it.

Just then, her doorbell rang. Her heart rate sped up and she heard a light chuckle from outside the door. Apparently, Rosalie had heard the change. Bella raced down the stairs, tripping twice but catching herself on the railing, and finally opened the door.

”Hi” Bella meekly said, which earned another chuckle from the blonde vampiress. Rosalie smirked at the younger girl, but it was wiped off her face as she took in her appearance. Bella smiled to herself at the look in the vampire’s eyes. Apparently, the outfit was acceptable.

”You look amazing, Bella” Rosalie said, and there was not a trace of doubt in her tone. She truly believed Bella looked flawless.

Bella raked her eyes over Rosalie’s form and her mouth instantly went dry. She had a light brown blazer overtop a black turtleneck. Her bottoms were plaid dress pants, and her shoes were short heels. It was normal of Rosalie to leave people speechless, but never to this extent before. Bella physically couldn’t speak for what felt like forever, but in reality was just a few seconds.

”Wow.” Bella mentally smacked herself at her lack of filter. Luckily, Rosalie understood what she was trying to say and giggled before responding with a soft “Thank you.”

”You ready to go?” Rosalie asked and Bella nodded. They both couldn’t wait for this night. Rosalie hoped Bella would enjoy, as this could make or break their relationship.

It didn’t take long to get there, and soon enough, Rosalie was pulling into a little abandoned driveway. Bella looked confused, but Rosalie smiled in reassurance and got out of her car. Of course, she opened Bella’s door for her, she always would.

”Hop on” Rosalie said and motioned to her back. Bella looked hesitant, but obliged. Rosalie took off as soon as Bella was secured into her back, and Bella let out a small shriek. Rosalie laughed, a loud boisterous sound. She was free out here, there was no one to hear her other than the woman on her back. Bella chuckled too, mainly at herself, but also at how a loud sound like that came out of a prim and proper lady from the 1930s.

Bella gasped at the sight as Rosalie screeched to a halt. The meadow was beautiful, even more so than Edward’s. There was a large lake in the middle, but the thing that caught her eye first was the picnic table Rosalie had set up. Bella grinned to herself, and then towards Rosalie. The blonde sighed in relief as she saw the look on her face. Apparently she had done good.

”Wait, what are you gonna have?” Bella frowned as she realized that Rosalie didn’t eat.

”I’ve already got that covered. Well, c’mon, let’s go sit.” Rosalie grabbed Bella’s hand and brought her to the table. As they sat down, Alice walked out of the woods and brought them their food in a picnic basket. Alice insisted she help, so Rosalie gave her this job to keep her happy.

”Thank you, Alice” Bella chuckled at the pixie-like girl and glanced at Rosalie. Rosalie just winked in response earning a blush from Bella.

Rosalie grabbed the basket and pulled out the food. She had bought a garden burger from the diner along with a berry cobbler and a coke. Bella smile grew at the selection which made Rosalie’s grin grow in response.

”How did you know?” Bella asked and Rosalie smirked.

”A little birdie looked into the future and told me what you’d react best to” Bella laughed and grabbed Rosalie’s hand from across the table. Rosalie faltered at the contact, but regained her composure before Bella could notice.

”It’s perfect” It was funny how two words could make someone so happy. It might’ve been the fact that her mate approved of their first date, but it also might’ve been the high from Bella’s touch.

The rest of the night was spent talking and laughing. Rosalie didn’t mind when Bella asked about her past, she just steered clear of anything about those bastards that took her innocence. That wasn’t first date material. Rosalie was mainly focused on Bella, but she also liked talking about herself. Not in a vain way, she just enjoyed Bella’s reactions.

”What was your most cringe-worthy moment?” Rosalie asked Bella after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

”The fact that when I’m around you, I don’t know how to speak. You never fail to take my breath away when you’re near me.” Bella said seriously. Rosalie was at a loss for words. What Bella had said was so raw, so filled with emotion, that she didn’t know how to response.

”Well I’m glad you’re the same way as me when I’m around you. You’re the most beautiful, most breathtaking woman I’ve met in my entire life.” Rosalie said, and for a moment she couldn’t believe she’d said that. Then, she realized that every word she’d said was true.

”You really mean that?” Bella was giddy that the other woman felt the same.

”I really do” Rosalie smiled and grabbed Bella’s hand. Bella smiled back and brought Rosalie’s hand to her mouth. It was only a small peck, but it sent electricity through every inch of Rosalie’s body. Rosalie looked at the sky and noticed that it was already getting too dark to stay there much longer.

”I’d better get you home before your father comes looking for you.” Bella frowned, but eventually nodded and hopped on Rosalie’s back so she could take her back home.

Later, at the house...

”I had a great time tonight.” Bella smiled as they both stood on the front porch of Bella’s house.

”Likewise, one might even say it was the best date they’ve ever been on.” Rosalie thought back to all her human and vampire years to confirm that it was the best. It was, indeed.

They both stared in each other’s eyes for the longest time. It wasn’t awkward, it was intimate. Bella slowly leaned in, giving time for Rosalie to back out, then gently pressed her warm lips to Rosalie’s cold ones. Electricity crackled through every inch of Bella’s body as their mouths moved in sync. Bella slowly pulled back, as she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop if she went any longer.

”Goodnight, Rosalie.” Bella ran her thumb across Rosalie’s cheekbone, then across her jaw and bottom lip before placing a chaste kiss onto her lips.

”Goodnight, my beautiful Bella.” Rosalie watched her mate retreat into the comfort of her home before climbing in the car and sitting in the driver’s seat.

For the first time in a very long time, Rosalie felt hope.

[katsukikitten]

Hewwo! I was wondering if you could do a Bakugou x Fem Athlete reader? I use to be a wrestler and when I watch bnha and see their workouts/training, it brings me back to the good times where i use to slam ppl into the floor lol (im soft i swear-). Maybe reader goes to a boot camp and doesn't see bakugo for awhile and they come back hella buffed up and can even lift Bakugou with ease, maybe they're a weightlifter?? Idk but i wanna see bakugo shook at his strong gf lol

I hope you like this my dear.

You were what most people called a behemoth.

A thick woman with muscle on an athletic build instead of thick hips. Your shoulders were broad, strong and could carry the weight of the world.

And often times it did.

It used to bother you that you were not as femme as other girls. As cutesy and petite until one day you came to the realization that you'd never look like the women on the front of magazines.

And that was a o fucking kay. And everyday since then you fought with yourself and your self image.

Because bitch you were a queen.

And being a confident cut throat queen added to your muscular stature had most *boys* avoiding you like the plague.

But that was fine because you were looking for a M! A! N!

Although you didn't know you'd find him so soon and in such an odd package.

It took one deadly smirk aimed at you for you to fall head over heels.

And it took one knockout punch for him.

Depsite the mutual feelings the two of you only ever interact or text to spar. You too worried that you're reading into his excitement too much. Thoroughly convinced he only sees you as a bro he can actually go all out with.

While he is too fucking oblivious to even realize he had feelings for you. Paying you compliments and even bragging on you in class with simple songs of praises such as "Tch. Y/LN would break your puney fucking arm in a wrestling match Kirishima!"

The doting ash blonde would eye you then, smiling proudly daring anyone to test your strength.

And double daring anyone to comment on that powerfully beautiful body of yours.

If he heard a single off colored comment or joke about you, whether you were there to defend yourself or not he would step in. Hands popping with unkempt rage as a shit eating grin erupted on his kissable lips.

The thought of him defending your honor had your cheeks burning with blush as you waltz through the thick doors of the gym, exactly where Kirishima said you could find him. Silently thankful that he is wearing headphones with music loud enough that he does not hear the door shut as you spy his damp, sculpted back pull his body upward as he counts with barely a grunt.

Well into the upper thousands as your heart flutters, body heating to the point that your kneecaps melt. Struggling to stand you turn on your heel, losing the nerve to tell him goodbye although you will only be gone for a short month. Still you wonder if you should send a text, thumbs hovering over the lit keyboard debating if he would even want to read a stupid message from a lousy extra like you.

And it wasn't like you'd get a reply while you were gone and even if you did where you were going your phone would be no better than a glorified iPod touch with the lack of signal out in bumfuck nowhereville.

You decide against it sliding your phone into your leggings pocket as you tighten the straps on your book bag setting out for what will hopefully push you in the right direction.

Camp is hard as you knew it would be. You were training with the best strength oriented quirk pro heros in the game! Sending you through grueling obstacle courses with semi truck tires and endless pits of sand and mud.

Not to mention you were pushed to the point of puking more often than not. Still you somehow made friends in between the exhausting training and gnarly cafeteria food. Laughing, helping one another and even exchanging numbers with promises to text when a mythical bar of service was found.

Cool water drips form your hair as you plop down on the bottom bunk with a sigh, your bed mate pokes her head out to look down at you. Meanwhile you stare at the last text your friend Mina had sent you for the umpteenth time this week. A photo of you and Bakugo sharing a rare laugh during training both of your cheeks flushed and hair clinging to sweating foreheads over a joke long forgotten. But the feeling would never fade.

You damn her silently for being so sneaky and sneaky enough to catch both you AND Bakugo off guard.

"You've been sighing like you're s/o is away at war!" She chides, "So who are you staring at?"

This gains the attention of the other two girls in the bunks across the way, eyes gleaming at the thought of sharing crushes. Heat flushes your skin bright pink as you attempt to lock your phone but swift hands above snatch it from your normally steely grip.

"Oh." Is all she says as she looks closely at the photo, Bakugo shirtless with, dripping with sweat and wearing his best smile as you're three quarters to the camera cheesing hard as hell.

"Well shit I'd be sighing too. Your man is hot as hell! Does he train with you?"

"A..ah he's um not.." Fear grips your windpipe as you try not to sound creepy as fuck for looking at a picture of what is only your classmate. You clear your throat, "We're just sparring partners."

"What?!" She zooms in on his face before showing it to the other girls and yourself as best she can out of your reach, "My sparring partner never smiles. Make him your man!"

"I'm not his type, Kimi!" You rush out, embarrassment having you cover your face. Shit you'd never be his type.

You couldn't imagine anything more than a petite fiery or even just plain shy girl who wore dresses and heels. A woman with all the right curves that would dangle from his arm as he showed her off. Not some brute who could practically snap any man in half.

Your heart sinks into your gut, tears threatening to spill.

"Then what's his type?" She asks dryly above you. Mind racing as you think of how Bakugo looks at the opposite sex, hell even the same sex in your class and you come up with the same face each time. He wears his ever agitated snarl and that's if he even glances their way. Scarlet eyes narrowed into slits save when the look at you. They are narrowed only from the effects of his upturned lips.

"I reckon he ain't got a type then?" She says staring down at you from over her mattress. You avoid eye contact as you speak.

"I...I just can't see him with me. I'm all bulky and burly like." You flex your banded arms for emphasis before pointing at your bunk mate above, "While you're more toned and that of a fitness magazine model."

"So what? So fucking what! Haven't you seen me oogling you all week? Or the other women who would kill to have your gains! We see it sis, we see it and stan it. You carry muscle where most women DREAM to!" She jumps from the top bunk lifting your shirt up to your sports bra," Abs bitch, you've got washboard abs! Meanwhile my stomach can barely become flat. And your back! Ugh don't get me started how you're stronger than super girl with that toned back and beautifully rounded ass. Why are you selling yourself short?"

Your lack of answer is met with a harsh slap on your stomach before the timed lights in the cabin die out.

"The first thing I want you to text me about is how you asked that hottie blonde out." She threatens before jumping to the top bunk like an agile cat.

The month ends with tight hugs and a long ride home. You welcome the scenery of the winding roads and mountains as the train speeds past, muscles screaming from the month before.

And stomach growling wanting nothing more than a home cooked meal. If you did the math right on the chore wheel. You'd be coming back to Katsuki's cooking. You slip in and out of conciousness dreaming of spicy grilled chicken.

A surprise waits for you as you get off at your stop for the train. The platform crowded with familar bodies of class 3A

as you dismount from the steps.

"WELCOME HOME Y/N!" They shout in unison as Mina and Urarka rush in for a hug. You pull away laughing before your eyes scan for a blonde and when they come up empty your stomach twists for a moment. Mina pulls your thoughts away as slips her pink arms through yours guiding you towards the exit of the train station. She fills you in on the things you'd missed that fun summer month.

Swimming, fireworks, watermelon.

All activities that they planned to do again of course, espeically now that you were back. Not to mention her now boyfriend, Kirishima who, always the gentleman, took your bags to carry on your soon to be journey down six blocks back to UA, to home.

Still you wish Bakugo would have come to greet you too, you pull out your phone for a moment. Ready to text Kimi how you were gonna be forever alone, instead you lock your phone angrily shoving it into your bag.

With each step closer towards the dorms your body becomes heavier, weighted down with your mood drop that you brush off as "I'm just tired Mina-chan" endlessly until you reach the dorms.

The class floods into the their third year dorms as the smell of food wafts over your senses, causing mixed feelings to fist fight in your stomach.

"I'm just gonna get some sparring in before dinner." You smile at Mina, as you head out clad in your ever present athleisure wear, short black shorts and a tanktop.

The outdoor punching bag takes the brunt of your anger, of your disappointment and mostly your own self loathing over being upset over your training buddy not coming to greet you.

Still it stings to know he didn't even bother to show up. Hell he didn't even greet you at the damn door to the dorms!

Arching your fist you slam it into the bag that bursts open as the chain snaps, soaring into the treeline behind the dorms. You huff, back turned before your stomach growls, begging to be fed.

You collect yourself as you hear the sliding door to the living room open.

"Oi! Y/N!" His voice comes out biting as he approaches. You look to the source damning your heart for fluttering at just the sight of him. You notice his skull shirt seems a bit tighter than when you last saw him, muscled arms flexing as he keeps his calloused hands in his pockets. Harsh eyes look you up and down. Roving over your body making you feel naked beneath their intensity as he silently assess your thick frame. Scarlet lingering on exposed soft thighs that he may or may not imagine himself between sometimes. It took the entire month of his "sparring" partner gone to realize she may have been more than just that.

He fights the blush on his cheeks before a devilish grin overtakes his normal snarl.

"Atta girl, coming back stronger than ever. Bet you kicked some ass at camp huh?" His praises has your heart soaring as your body moves on it's own. Anger melting into warmth as you scoop up the muscled man into a bone crushing hug, giggling as you swing him in a circle. That is before you realize your giddy action could make him seem weak, something Bakugo loathes. You set him down with several rushed "Sorry"s before he grips your wrist tightly. Eyes boring into yours as he struggles to keep his breathing even.

"No I should be the one who's sorry." He growls.

"For what?" He answers as he pulls you closer to him until your lips crash into his. Hands roving up your toned arms before strong fingers pull at the hair at the nape of your neck deepening the kiss while you turn into putty in popping hands. After a few moments he breaks free, looking over your stunning features.

"For not fucking doing that sooner. For not fucking realizing that I admire more than just your strength." He looks away slipping his hand into yours as he pulls you back to the dorms, "Come on! I didn't make my girl's favorite just so it could get cold damn it!"

He drags you into the house as you watch after him before you snap a photo sending it to Kimi with a caption underneath.

"He beat me to the punch."

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

Loved your take on the angsty HCs! If nobody's asked you yet, can you do the domestic version as well? :) thank you!

Thank you so much, they were really fun!! Here’s the domestic one! 🥰

Who reaches out to new neighbors

Chloe. She’s always been the more sociable one of the two, and she’s the one that suggests that they have the new neighbours across the hall over for dinner. Beca of course complains about this, right up until she realises that one of her new neighbours is being dragged into this as much as she is and they bond over it. After the third time that Beca comes home from the bar after a night out with them, Chloe gets her to admit that it wasn’t a bad idea after all.

Who remembers to buy healthy food

Chloe. Beca would live on a diet of pizza and chips if she was left to her own devices, citing her busy schedule at work. Chloe makes a point of buying vegetables and fruit and other healthy snack foods so she can make healthy lunches for Beca to take with her, and tries to cook healthy stuff for them as often as possible for dinner.

Who remembers to buy junk food

Beca. Chloe tries so hard to get Beca to eat right, to convince her that she won’t have this amazing metabolism forever, but Beca just really likes pizza... It’s Beca that brings home chips, ice-cream, candy, takeout etc, and although Chloe rolls her eyes she doesn’t really mind. She enjoys watching Beca act like a big kid when she’s trying to subtly sneak a bag of chips into her home office to eat whilst she works.

Who fixes the oven when it breaks

Beca, although she never fixes it if anything she just makes it worse. Chloe knows that Beca is the least handy person on the planet, but god is it hot when she has a tool in her hand and she’s kinda sweaty from trying to fix something and her tongue is poking out a little with concentration. Chloe is handy on the other hand, and when Beca has got frustrated and given up, mumbling something about a bath and a glass of wine, Chloe will quickly fix whatever it is that Beca has broken and then congratulating a baffled Beca on being so handy. Why tell her the truth when Beca feels good about fixing things and Chloe gets to see her little handy woman at work?

Who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

Beca, surprisingly and begrudgingly. Chloe loves getting houseplants and adopting pets, and isn’t that she gets bored of them, she’s just a little scatterbrained sometimes. So it falls to Beca to water the plants all over the apartment and feed and walk their puppy T (it’s short for Titanium but Beca refuses to call her that), because if anything happens to either the dog or the plants Chloe will cry and Beca reallllly doesn’t want that.

Who wakes up earlier

Usually Chloe because of the hours she works at the vet clinic and Beca gets in really late from work when she’s either been recording or producing at the studio. Chloe sometimes sets her alarm a little earlier than she needs to so that she can spend a few minutes just watching Beca sleep, watch as the early rays of the morning sun highlights Beca’s sleepy frown and the lighter colours in her hair, a few moments just to bask in the fact that she’s the luckiest woman in the world.

Who makes the bed

Chloe. Beca never made the bed in four years of college, why the hell would she start now? Chloe likes having the bed all nice and neat for her to come back to after a long day, but Beca doesn’t care if the sheets are scrunched up as long as she can go to sleep next to Chloe (she says to try and win Chloe over, but it’s predominately because she’s lazy).

Who makes the coffee

Beca. She can’t survive without coffee so she’s always the one that makes it for them, usually woken by Chloe kissing her cheek which despite her protests is absolutely Beca’s favourite way to wake up. Beca usually takes her coffee back to bed after Chloe has gone to work, but she doesn’t mind getting up to make it for Chloe in her to-go cup before she goes to work. Because any time she gets to spend with the love of her life is worth it, no matter how early it is.

Who burns breakfast

Beca. She loves trying to make Chloe food, especially on big days like Chloe’s birthday, Valentine’s Day, or their anniversary, but it nearly always ends in a small kitchen mishap (and one time a small fire). Chloe loves that Beca cares enough to keep trying despite the fact that she knows it’s probably not going to go well.

How do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

Chloe kisses Beca’s forehead after they’ve had coffee and breakfast together before stroking her cheek with her thumb, pausing quietly for a second before saying: “I love you, have a great day.”

Beca is usually the only one home when she leaves for work so she simply texts Chloe that she’s got to work safely. But, when Beca’s on tour or has to be in early for a board meeting etc she wraps her arms tight around Chloe’s waist, kissing her and says: “I’m the luckiest woman in the whole damn world, I wish I didn’t have to leave you ever again.” (Because, at heart, Beca is a huge softie).

How do they greet each other when one of them gets home

Beca is usually the last one home, and with the late hours she spends in the recording studio Chloe is more often than not asleep. So Beca quickly changes and gets into bed, slipping her arms easily around Chloe’s waist and resting her head on Chloe’s shoulder after she kisses her softly. Chloe usually stirs a little and mumbles something along the lines of “You’re home, I missed you...” to which Beca simply smiles and responds: “Go back to sleep Chlo, I love you.”

It’s rare for Chloe to get home after Beca, but when she does she always makes a big deal of it, running into Beca’s arms like something out of a rom-com. Beca always rolls her eyes but she secretly loves it. Once in Beca’s arms, she plants soft kisses all over Beca’s face until Beca eventually cries Uncle.

Who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

Beca. It surprised Chloe at first that Beca was such a romantic, but it’s never something she’s ever complained about. Beca not only brings home little gifts, but she also has them sent to the clinic on occasion with little notes like: “I miss you when you’re not right here next to me” and when she’s away on tour Beca makes sure to send something at least once a week. But Chloe’s all time favourite gifts from Beca? Those would be the little USB sticks that arrive in little gift boxes with mash ups and playlists that Beca has made her, because Chloe knows that music is Beca’s love language.

Who picks the movie for movie night

Chloe. Beca hates movies, and when she was with Jesse she hated them more than normal because he used to force the issue. But when Chloe suggests a movie Beca minds less because she knows that Chloe won’t spend the whole time watching her for her reaction to it, she just wants to spend time with her. This doesn’t mean that Beca doesn’t protest when Chloe picks a rom-com or roll her eyes through a boringly predictable crime thriller, but she secretly loves watching movies with Chloe, not least because it means she gets to cuddle up with her on their sofa.

Their favorite kind of movie to watch

Chloe knows Beca hates them, but she loves a rom-com, and about the only film that Beca will sit through with relatively little complaint are slasher horror films which Chloe watches from behind a pillow. One night, Chloe suggests a compromise of sorts: they watch Hocus Pocus (it’s a halloween film, but it’s also a comedy). Beca protests to begin with, but she loves it (who doesn’t?) and now it’s there go to film every movie night, it never gets old.

Who first suggests a pillow fort

Chloe because at heart she’s still a little kid who loves doing little kid things like making pillow forts. Beca rolls her eyes and teases her about it, but she loves Chloe’s childish side, loves the childlike wonder she has so eventually relents.

Who builds the pillow fort

Beca. She gets really into it much to both hers and Chloe’s surprise and it becomes an elaborate fort. When Chloe asks Beca why she got so excited about it, Beca blushes deeply and admits that between being an only child and her parent’s divorcing, she never had anyone to build pillow forts with. Chloe thinks it’s adorable, and makes a point of building a fort every month. It’s in a pillow fort that Chloe asks Beca to marry her, it’s in a pillow fort that Beca tells Chloe that the IVF took, and it’s in a pillow fort that they tell their daughter that she’s getting a sister.

Who tries to distract the other during the move

Beca. Unless it’s Hocus Pocus, Beca usually has very little interest in the movie they’re watching. She spends most of the movie kissing Chloe’s neck, nibbling her earlobe, brushing her fingers along the inside of her thigh. Chloe always tries her best to ignore it, but Beca has always had this spell binding effect on her, and Chloe can’t remember the last time they got through an entire movie.

Who falls asleep first

Beca. On the rare nights that they’re getting into bed at the same time, Beca always wants to stay awake and talk, listen, hell just look at Chloe and savour this time together, but something about being in Chloe’s arms in their bed soothes her and relaxes to the point where she falls asleep almost instantly, feeling safe and content in Chloe’s embrace.

Who is big spoon/little spoon

It alternates. Typically it’s Beca that’s the little spoon, she is the shortest after all, but when Chloe has had an especially bad day at work when she’s had to put down animals or deal with terrible owners then it’s Beca that’s the big spoon as she comforts Chloe and presses kisses into her hair.

I loved these, they were super fun!! Thanks mate!! 🥰💖

Send me a ship and I’ll give you my angsty or domestic headcanons!