#strangers make weird comments to me all the time and I see a noticable difference between how I am treated and how gc ppl are treated
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
I think we gotta start recognizing that "things accepted online/in leftist spaces" and "things accepted by the general public in the real world" are two very different things. like no actually gnc men are Not suddenly seen as okay because there are drag queens on tiktok. men are still beaten and harassed and ostracized and Killed for being feminine. in the us. in my very liberal city full of ppl with blue hair and pronouns I am made to feel uncomfortable and unwelcome for being a gnc guy. the tiktok comments on videos of men wearing make up are not indicative of the beliefs of most people
#idk its just very weird to see ppl imply that gnc men are accepted actually#like what world are you living in that thats true#strangers make weird comments to me all the time and I see a noticable difference between how I am treated and how gc ppl are treated#I am misgendered on purpose All The Time by randos#like absolutely point out that gnc women are treated worse/have not been accepted in spaces where gnc men have/etc#but you cannot be saying that being a feminine man is now seen as okay that is so wildly untrue in like the real actual world#this goes for a lot of other things as well#like when a woman is a creep and ppl are like 'well if the roles were reversed yall would say its bad'#and its like yeah maybe online or in your liberal friend group#ppl who call men out for things don't call out women for the same stuff#and that should be discussed#but for most of the public no one is calling out men for creepy behavior#like notoriously#also even online ppl are very hateful??? like all the time#the top 5 comments on a video of a man wearing a dress may be telling him that he hashtag slays#put I promise you for every compliment there are dozens of people calling him slurs#anyway please please please touch some grass engage in social issues outside of instagram I'm begging#ghost posts#text
27 notes
¡
View notes
Text
thereâs been no way for me to say (that i felt a certain way)
Synopsis: natasha romanoff has loved you for ages and she could never seem to get it right.
pairings: natasha romanoff x reader
genre: college AU, fluff and angst.
warnings: angst?
please do not repost my work anywhere for any reason at all. if you do see this happen to any of my stories, please let me know. thank you x.
natasha met you in a very peculiar way.
it started at a friends of a friends party, in some internet starletâs brooklyn loft.
drinks were going around, the music was loud, the smell of marijuana was very strong. she doesnât quite remember itâ after having been to a bunch of parties they all seem to blur into oneâ but she knows it was enough to leave a lasting impression on her.
sheâd heard your piercing laugh from across the room. you, in a tight tank top and some black slacks. she could see the shine of sweat against your skin, the colorful lighting of the room making you seem so beautifully human.
everything sort of froze in the coming moments. she watched as you took your top off without a second thought. you were about to shotgun a beer and you stood tall as you did it atop the kitchen island. you didnât need the attention, nor did you want it, but you had it.
it was a simple behavior. but it stayed with natasha long after you had crushed the beer can and tossed it on the floor somewhere.
natasha thinks you never notice her staring for the rest of the night but you do.
weeks later she sees you again at another party.
clint, wanda, tony and everyone else joins her this time. she isnât surprised when she sees you. it was the same crowd, similar friend groups. but this time you made it easy for her to approach you.
somehow you end standing next to eachother near where all the drinks had been laid out.
"hey," you said, voice casual but warm. "didnât expect to see you here again."
natasha smiled, though she hadnât expected to talk to you at all. nor did she think you noticed her. "i guess we have similar taste in parties."
you laughed lightly. âguess so."
there was a beat of silence before you added, âyou know, you were kinda staring at me last time.â
natasha froze for a second, unsure how to respond. she hadnât thought youâd noticed. but before she could stammer out an excuse, you were already grinning.
âiâm just messing with you. it was funny. i didnât think anyone would care enough to notice me.â
natasha was relieved, yet still unsure if you were actually joking. either way she felt this was going better than she planned.
the night wore on and you guys carried easy conversation. natasha was still unsure how to even approach talking to you. she felt kind of shy. so she improvised by making references to things she didnât think youâd get, but you almost always did.
you dropped a reference to something obscure, a movie natasha had once obsessed over, and natasha stared at you for a moment longer than was socially acceptable. she couldnât stop herself.
âyouâre really into that, huh?â she said, and just like that, the bond started to form. it wasnât immediate or instant, not the kind of connection that screams âbest friends forever.â no, it was something stranger, something subtler, like two different puzzle pieces that had almost fit, only to get pushed back together by sheer happenstance.
âyour references are spot on.â you laughed. natasha smiled at how easy you made it for her to be around you.
you and natasha started seeing each other more, slowly building this weird, unspoken routine. sheâd text you at random, making some kind of sarcastic comment or joke only you would get, and youâd shoot back a meme that only someone with your specific sense of humor would understand. over time, you both ended up in the same circles, passing each other in the hallways of the university, at class, at partiesâalways just a little bit more than acquaintances, but never quite crossing into the territory of âbest friends.â
there was something comfortable about it. easy, even. but for natasha, it was also strange. the more she saw you, the more she felt like there was something else there, something neither of you wanted to acknowledge. maybe it was a crush. maybe it was more than that.
it wasnât as though either of you had been completely oblivious to the passing of time, to the fact that you were both growing older, moving through college with the same bittersweetness that everyone else felt. and yet, there was still this distance between you, an unspoken barrier that neither of you had broken down.
natasha thought about you a lot more than sheâd like to admit. how she so badly wanted to cross the line between friendship and something more.
by senior year, natasha couldnât ignore it anymore. her feelings for you werenât just fleeting glances or passing thoughts. they were there, constant, sitting beneath her skin, running through her mind like a song she couldnât shake. but it wasnât just a crush. it was more. she could feel it. she knew it.
the desperation kept getting worse.
it was a slow burn.
you were months set from graduating, natasha felt it was time sheâd try to test her luck.
it was late into the evening at yet another partyâmusic blaring, laughter echoing through the crowded living room, and cups of cheap beer littering the tables. one last semester before graduation, before the "real world" set in. natasha was sitting on the couch, leaning against the back with her legs stretched out in front of her. her eyes roamed the room, scanning for someone to talk to. and then she saw you.
you were in the middle of a conversation with clint and wanda, your hands animatedly gesturing as you told some wild story about a disastrous trip to the beach, the kind of tale that had everyone in stitches. natasha couldnât help but smile from across the room. there was something magnetic about youâhow you lived so fully, how you pulled everyone into your orbit without even trying. natasha had been watching you for months now, always on the edge of your space, always wishing she could be more than just a silent observer.
she didnât know when it startedâwhen the simple admiration had turned into something else. but now, as she watched you laugh with your friends, something in her chest tightened. this wasnât a crush she could just ignore.
it wasnât the first time natasha had thought about asking you out. but tonight felt different. maybe it was the proximity of graduation, the sudden realization that this was itâthat you both were on the brink of leaving behind this chaotic, unmoored time in your lives. she could either stay on the sidelines or take the chance.
she stood up, smoothing out her jacket and walking across the room. her friendsâclint, wanda, and samânoticed her approaching and exchanged knowing glances, all but daring her to make a move. natasha could feel the weight of their stares, but she ignored them. she focused only on you.
"hey," she said, stepping into the conversation, a little breathless from the nerves sheâd kept hidden.
you turned, giving her that warm smile you always did. "hey, nat! whatâs up?"
"not much, just wanted to, uh, ask you something," natasha began, her usual confidence faltering just a little.
âi was thinking about heading to this bar later, just to get away from all⌠this,â she gestured vaguely to the party around them, âand i was wondering if you wanted to join me? for drinks. just us. you know, before we all get caught up in the whole graduation mess.â
it was casual, maybe too casual. but natasha didnât want to make it seem like a big deal. not with everyone watching.
there was a pause, just a beat too long, before you looked at her, a faint frown pulling at your brow. you were processing. âuh,â you hesitated, glancing at your friends.
clint, wanda, and sam all turned their heads at the same time, giving you the slightest raise of their brows. you bit your lip, clearly unsure, and natashaâs heart sank a little at the hesitation.
"i mean," you said slowly, looking back at natasha. "weâre friends, nat. i just⌠iâm not sure."
it was a gentle rejection, but it stung all the same. natasha swallowed, masking her disappointment with a shrug. "no, yeah, of course. no pressure." she let out a quiet laugh, her hand rubbing the back of her neck, trying to laugh it off. "i was just messing with you. don't worry about it."
you nodded, a small, apologetic smile on your lips. "i mean, iâd love to hang out more, justâ"
"totally fine," natasha interrupted, her voice light but edged with something that made her own heart ache. she smiled, keeping it neutral. "maybe some other time."
she turned away quickly, but she felt your eyes on her as she walked back to the couch, her friends watching the entire scene unfold. clint raised his brows, and natasha just shook her head, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing how deeply that small exchange had affected her.
but inside, it stung. it stung more than she cared to admit. it wasnât just a small rejection. it was the fear that maybe you had noticed her feelings all along and were just too scared to say anything about it.
that night, natasha tried to sleep, but her thoughts wouldnât stop racing. you were everything she had wanted, but in this strange, liminal space, neither of you had been brave enough to admit it.
weeks passed, the semester came to an end, and graduation day loomed on the horizon. natasha and you both moved on in your own ways, starting to make plans for life after college. but something lingered. something unsaid. life became a little more faster, and faces got a little older.
you reached out to her a few times. it was never the same as before. it was different now, with this strange tension lingering between you both. but you kept in touch, as if you both were afraid of letting go of something that might have been, something that might have still been.
and maybe it was ridiculous, natasha thought, but she was okay with it. she had loved you for years, and maybe that was the most honest thing she could admit to herself.
because even if you two had never been the closest of people, youâd always been there. always in the background, always in between. and somehow, that was enough for natasha. enough for her to hold on to the hope that maybe, one day, youâd both be able to finally figure it out.
it had been two years since you both left the university. two years where natasha had started a career in marketing, constantly moving up, climbing the corporate ladder while trying (and failing) to suppress the things she didnât want to feel about you. she had dated, of course. a couple of short-term relationships, nothing serious. but nothing had ever lasted, and she had never quite understood why until now. the answer had always been there, hovering just out of reach, in the form of a text, a call, a passing thought about you.
as for you, youâd moved across the country for a job in graphic design. you didnât think much about natasha at first. life had been busyânew city, new friends, new routineâbut every now and then, you'd wonder if she'd thought of you. if she remembered how everything had felt when you were both on the brink of something, but never quite dared to cross the line.
and then it happened.
it wasnât planned. it wasnât expected. but one saturday evening, natasha found herself sitting at a bar in brooklyn after a long week at work. sheâd had a rough day. one of those days where everything felt like too much. and then, as she nursed her gin and tonic, she heard someone call her name.
it was a voice she hadnât heard in what felt like forever.
ânatasha?â
she turned, already recognizing the voice before she even saw your face. and there you were, standing in the doorway of the bar like a memory coming to life. your hair had grown a little longer, and you looked different, older in a way that made Natashaâs heart skip a beat. but you were still youâthe same you who had been in those parties, those late-night study sessions, the one who had always made her laugh with a look or a passing reference.
for a moment, neither of you said anything. just stood there, eyes locking, as if trying to figure out whether this was real.
âi didnât know you were in new york,â natasha said, her voice betraying the sudden weight in her chest. she couldnât keep the smile from forming, even though she tried.
âi wasnât planning on being,â you said, grinning. âwork sent me here for a few weeks. i was meeting some friends, but itâs been a while, so i thought iâd just see if you were around.â
it wasnât exactly casual. but you both knew it wasnât entirely random, either. it felt like fate had decided that you two were finally going to do this.
you sat down, and the conversation flowed as naturally as it always had. the awkwardness of the past melted away. you didnât need to pretend anymore. there were no more games, no more hesitations.
just you and natasha, picking up where you left off, though this time, the space between you felt a little different. there was an understanding now, a quiet knowing in the way you both spoke, a recognition that time had done its job.
âsoâŚhowâs life?â natasha asked, pushing her drink aside and leaning in a little closer.
you shrugged, but there was something different about you too, something less guarded. âitâs been alright. busy. but you know how that goes. iâve been thinking about home, though. aboutââ you paused, then looked directly at natasha. âabout people i should have kept in touch with.â
natashaâs heart was thudding in her chest, but she kept it together. she was a master of hiding emotions, after all. âyeah?â she asked, her voice softer now.
âyeah,â you said, with a smile that made natashaâs stomach flutter. âitâs funny how things work out. you donât realize what you miss until youâre standing in front of it again.â
time had always been a strange thing between natasha and youâsomething both distant and close at the same time, like a thread that wound its way through your lives, never quite snapping, always lingering. youâd known each other for years, seen each other at parties, shared quiet moments, and laughed at the same jokes. but all that time, there had always been a hesitation. a space between the two of you, filled with somethingâsomething both of you had been aware of but had never dared to name.
it was the kind of thing that was easier to ignore in college, easier to pretend it wasnât there while you were both busy with classes, with your lives, with the thrill of being young and not yet knowing what you wanted out of the world.
but that something between you had always been there, pulling at both of you, quiet but undeniable. the way you caught each otherâs eyes a little too long. the way your conversations turned into something more meaningful without either of you intending it. the way natasha would see you at parties and catch her breath for just a moment. the way youâd smile, as if you both knew, but neither of you was brave enough to act on it.
youâd both dated people. tried relationships. but it had never lasted, had it? there was always that nagging feeling in the back of your mindâsomething missing, something not quite right. as if your lives couldnât fit together because they werenât ready to yet. you didnât have the words for it, and neither did natasha. but you both knew. you always knew.
the things that had once seemed complicatedâlife, timing, fearâsuddenly didnât feel as big as they once had. there was a quiet honesty between you now, as if you both had grown enough to stop pretending you didnât feel it. the awkwardness, the hesitation, the âmaybeâ that had been there before was gone.
it was you. it had always been you. and you knew it too.
âso,â natasha said after a beat, her voice softer now, quieter than before. âwhat are we doing here, really? weâre not strangers. weâve known each other for, what, almost four years now?â
you looked at her, your lips curling into a smile that didnât hide the tension in your gaze. âweâve known each other longer than that,â you said. âweâve always known.â
âi think iâve always been afraid of this,â natasha admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. âafraid that iâd say the wrong thing, or that it would mess things up between us. that maybe the timing was never going to be right.â
you nodded slowly. âiâve been afraid of that too.â you paused, then added with a wry smile, âi was never good with timing.â
âmaybe we donât need perfect timing,â natasha said softly, her gaze meeting yours with something she hadnât let herself feel beforeâa quiet certainty. âmaybe itâs just the right time now. after all this time.â
you didnât answer right away. you didnât have to. instead, you reached across the bar, your hand brushing gently against hers, and just like that, it all clicked. there was no more hesitation. no more waiting. you both knew what this was, what it always had been.
âyeah,â you said, your voice low and certain. âi think youâre right.â
and that was it.
#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow#black widow x reader#marvel#natasha romanoff imagine#wanda maximoff
347 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Our Future Awaits | Part 1
Relationship: Piccolo x Cat Hybrid! Reader
WC: 2.6k
Warning: None.
Summary: when two teens come out of nowhere, making the Z fighters wait for the arrival of Goku, Piccolo notices one of the two teens keep staring at him and his girlfriend. How strange. (Reader is Gokuâs adopted sister)
âSheâs staring again.â
âHmm?â You stop mid sip of your orange soda that youâve gotten from the two mystery strangers, as you turn to look at Bulma who is sitting beside you on a rock. âWho?â
âThe girl.â Bulma whispers. With a raised brow, you face the girl who sits next to the lavander haired man. Making eye contact, the girl blush at being caught and turns to look away.
âWeird.â You comment.
âShe keeps staring at Piccolo too.â
âIâve noticed that too. She probably hasnât seen a Namekian before.â You shrug before sipping the last bit of your soda and crush it with your hand.
You lean forward and rub at your thighs, trying to soothe your soreness. You grimace at the discomfort between your legs and thighs.
Bulma notices and gets worried, âWhatâs wrong?â
âJust sore.â
âSore? You never get sore. Last time I checked you havenât been training much since planet Namek.â
âIâm not sore because of training, Bulma.â You grumble.
âIf youâre not sore from training than how else would you be sore froââ Bulma cuts herself off when you glance at Piccolo who is a couple feet away from the both of you.
Piccolo is sitting on a different boulder with his legs crossed and his eye closed, most likely meditating to pass the time.
Bulma mouth drops to the floor at the new revelation she had just discovered, seeing the look on her face, you start to shake your head frantically. She does have the tendency to be over dramatic with things like this.
âOh my-â
âBulma no-â you attempt to stop her. Ofcourse it didnât work.
âYou slut!â You wince at her high pitched voice so close to your ear.
âBulma shut up!â You shove her shoulder, but thatâs doesnât seem to falter her reaction at the slightest.
âYou didnât.â
ââŚâ
âYou did!â Bulmaâs mouth drop as you try to ignore her by playing with your ring, âYou have to tell me everything!â
âNo, I donât!â Your ear flick downwards in annoyance.
âYes, you do. How was it? Was it big? Piccolo is tall so he has to be packing too.â
âIâm not having this conversation with you, Bulma.â You turn your head to avoid looking at Bulma as your cheeks flush with color.
âAww why not!â
âFirst of all,â you hold up a finger up when you look at Bulma, âIâm pretty sure, Piccolo could hear you. Poor man is blushing. Look at him.â You point at your boyfriend, who clearly overheard your conversation, the blush on his cheeks proves enough. âSecondly, my sex life in none of your business.â
âFine.â Bulma pouts before looking at you with grin, âBut at least tell me one thing.â
âWhat?â You groan.
âWas it good?â
You sigh, your tail swaying side to side behind you as you think of a good response without revealing too much and to not embarrass Piccolo more than youâve already planned to.
âHonestly,â you start with a smirk when you notice Piccolo is now looking at you, âPiccolo is a fantastic lover.â
The look on Piccoloâs face is a look you would never forget.
Piccoloâs eyes dodged around anxiously. His hands became sweaty as well as his heart rapidly beating.Â
A soft sigh left your lips as you shifted slightly in Piccolo's lap, his grip around your waist tightened in response before relaxing as he opened his eyes to look down at you. Your head rested on his shoulder and your hands were settled on his forearms which are circled around your hips.
âYou alright?â
âYeah, Iâm just a little sore and tired.â You groan.
âWas I too rough last night?â
âNot like I didnât enjoy it.â You tease.
âFucking tease.â Piccolo grins.
His hand started wandering a bit, rubbing over your stomach and gently kneading your belly before running further.
His large hands went to massage over your outer hip and thigh, down your upper leg to your knee and back up, repeating the same motions a few times, accompanied by soft squeezes whenever he felt it fit.
âBetter?â Piccolo gruff voice whispers next to your ear.
âMuch better.â You sigh blissfully.
After short silence between the two of you, Piccolo decided to speak up.
âWhat do you think about the new couple?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâve noticed the girl keep side eyeing us. I find it strange and itâs annoying.â
âI also find it strange. The boy keeps looking at Vegeta too. If I didnât know any better Iâd think he has a little crush on the âPrinceâ.âyou laugh as you did air quotes.
Piccolo shakes his head amusedly.
âShe looks familiar.â
âHow? Youâve seen her before?â You ask with a raised brow. Both you and Piccolo face the girl.
She does kinda look like someone you know, but itâs hard to pinpoint her face. She does have a sharp jawline and nose. Her face does resemble a lot of Piccolo now as you pay attention, but thatâs could just be a coincidence. From what youâve been told Namekianâs canât produce the same way as humans.
Feeling eyes on her, the girl turns her head to see you and Piccolo shamelessly staring at her. Her eyes widen with her ears turning red from embarrassment. She leans closer to the lavander haired boy and uses his broader frame to cover her from your sight.
"What are you looking at?!" Vegeta hissed, glaring at the younger Saiyan as he sat on a rock not too far away.
It seems like the girl wasnât the only one with a staring problem.
"Oh, uh... Nothing! It's just that I, uh... Like your shirt..." He replied nervously, cursing himself internally for not thinking of a better excuse.
"You would..." Vegeta mumbled in annoyance before sending a glare towards Tien and Yamcha who were trying their hardest to keep their laughter under control.
âCâmon Vegeta, leave the kid alone. Heâs not harming anyone!â You shout at Vegeta.
âStay out of this, woman!â Vegeta glares harshly at you.
You feel Piccoloâs body stiffen behind you, he bristles at the way Vegeta raised his voice at you but try to remain composed.
âWatch how you speak to her, Vegeta! Iâm not afraid to go for another rematch!â He growls, flashing his canineâs at Vegeta.
âPiccolo.â You try to calm him by rubbing your palms up and down against his forearms. He only managed to relax slightly but he was still on guard.
Vegeta brows scrunched together in distaste as he watch the sight just a few yards from him. His lips curving up into a sneer before he looked away with a scoff.
A few feet away, Bulma and Krillin were seated on a large flat rock, sitting in silence until the blue haired scientist thought of something interesting.
"Hey! Now check this out..." Bulma whispered, talking behind her hand to Krillin as he leaned closer. âIs it me? Or do those two kind of... Look alike?"
"Well, now that you mention it... I can kind of see a resemblance..." Krillin answered, looking at Vegeta and the purple haired boy a bit closer. "Well I mean, just in looks... That other guy seems pretty nice... But Vegeta has the personality of a stump."
"Well, he's a prince..." Bulma went on, making Luna go silent as she continued to listen in.
"So what?"
"Prince's have to act bored, like the world's not good enough for them..." Bulma explained, staring towards the Saiyan as Krillin looked confused.
"Vegeta seems more agitated than bored..." Krillin admitted, scratching his head as he looked towards the angry prince as well. "I just hope he decides to Stay on our side..."
"Why do you keep looking over here?! Haven't you ever seen a pink shirt before?" Vegeta shouted suddenly, causing everyone around them to fall silent. "If you like it that much you can have it!"
"No... No thank you..."
"Then knock it off, kid!" Vegeta growled, looking away again as you noticed the tiniest smile creep across the strange fighter's face. The girl next to him shoves her shoulder against his, and gives him a look.
âThe girl kinda looks like Y/n, donât you think?â Krillin folds his arms across his chest.
âI do. But itâs weird. She kinda looks like Piccolo too. They have the same sharp jawline and nose.â
âBut that doesnât make sense, Namekianâs canât produce like humans.â
âThatâs the part I donât get.â
Both Krillin and Bulma looks between the girl and to the couple. You were falling asleep against Piccoloâs chest when a small beep from the lavender haired man's watch got everyone's attention as he stood up, pressing the button on the side before speaking. "Hey, uh... That's it! Two hours have passed! Goku should be arriving any second now..."
Everyone looked around, waiting for whatever was about to happen as Bulma jumped up excitedly.
"Really?!"
"Okay..." Gohan mumbled, sensing for his father's energy but finding nothing. A few moments later Piccolo's eyes widened, sensing a familiar ki as everyone else instantly felt the same thing.
"Oh my gosh Tien!" Chiaotzu said happily, looking towards the source of the energy as he tried to see him approaching.
"I know! I feel it too Chiaotzu!"
"He's coming!" You said in surprise as you jump off of Piccoloâs lap, overjoyed that your brother was finally returning home.
"Man, that guy was right after all..." Yamcha admitted, staring towards the sky as Bulma scanned the horizon for any sign of a ship.
"You're all nuts... My woman's intuition isn't picking up anything right now..." She said seriously, continuing to look around.
"No, it's true! He's finally home! My dad's back! Hahaha!" Gohan cheered happily.
"Look, up there!" You said, pointing up at the tiny ship that had just broken through the atmosphere. It was heading towards them all incredibly fast, soaring over their heads loudly before slamming into the ground not too far away. Clouds of dust filled the air as everyone looked on in shock, unable to move for a moment as the smoke began to clear.
"Woah... Cool..."
"Last one there's a rotten egg!"
"Hey! Wait for me!"
All of them dashed forward, Piccolo, Vegeta and you flying over head, as they all made their way towards the edge of a giant crater.
"Wow... What a crater!" Gohan said excitedly, unable to take his eyes off of the ship at the bottom.
"Yeah, no kidding... Boom! What a landing!" Krillin laughed, staring towards the ship below as well. "I hope he has some air bags in that baby..."
"Why? To protect the ship from Goku's head?" Yamcha chuckled as Tien agreed with a laugh.
"Yeah, really!"
Everyone watched in anticipation as the door to the ship opened before a familiar figure stepped out, looking at them all in shock before speaking.
"Hey guys.." Goku said slowly, clearly surprised to see all his friends waiting for him.
âGoku?â Tears starts falling down your cheeks, happy seeing your brother alive and well, âGoku!â You jump into the giant crater to his arms, wrapping yours around his neck.
He picks you up happily and twirls you around, happy to see you.
âI missed you so much.â You say once he puts you down, Goku smiles down at you and wipes away any fallen tears with his thumb.
"What took you so long dad?!" Gohan cheered, a few happy tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he realized his father was finally home.
"Hi Goku!" Bulma said happily, waving a hand over her head as he hesitantly waved back.
"How in the world did you know I was going to be here?" Goku asked in confusion, floating up from the bottom of the giant crater while holding you against his side, still wondering how they all knew when and where he would arrive.
"These two told us!" You said cheerfully as you pointed at the couple, stepping away from Goku once he lands in front of the other Z fighters. "I think they might be a fan of yours..." you teased, giggling as the lavander haired man actually sent you a tiny glare while the girl blushes sheepishly.
You grin at the two couple. Behind you, Piccolo reaches for you by grabbing your wrist and pulls you back towards his front.
Goku frowned, looking at the strange couple for a minute as he tried his hardest to remember who they were. "Ah right..." He said uncertainly, fidgeting nervously as he spoke. "If it ain't you, you old so and So... It's been so long since I uh, I... Uh... I mean, you..."
"We've never met before." The girl explained quickly, knowing she had to find some way for them to speak in private.
"Oh thank God! Or Kami... Or King Kai... I dunno, that whole thing is screwy..." Goku laughed, letting out a relieved sigh.
"Yeah... That's what he said..." Bulma frowned, crossing her arms as she glanced between the three. âThen they must have been tracking your ship in outer space..."
"Really? I don't know.." Goku said, putting his hand under his chin as he thought about it. "Frieza tried to do that... But I could sense his energy level as he passed me... He sure was in a hurry to beat me home.. But my gosh, what in the world happened here you guys?!" He finished excitedly, eager to hear about what was no doubt a thrilling battle.
"Who defeated Frieza?" The Saiyan asked as everyone continued to stare at him. "Was it you Piccolo? Or was it you Vegeta?" He paused for a moment, glancing at them both before his eyes settled on you.
"Hmm... Or maybe Y/n!"
"None of us did..." Piccolo said calmly as he wraps an arm around your hips protectively, his usual frown ever present on his face as he directed his gaze towards the mysterious fighter. "It was this guy... He did it with ease."
"Huh?!"
"He turned into a Super Saiyan and picked him apart..." Piccolo finished as Goku stood there shocked.
"A Super Saiyan?! I can't believe it!" He said in surprise before smiling. "That's outstanding! Can you imagine? A Super Saiyan at his age... Fantastic!"
"Hey! Aren't you forgetting something?" Vegeta hissed, getting the man's attention as he looked his way. "You, your son and I are the only Saiyans still alive!"
You roll your eyes at Vegetaâs little pitty party. Heâs obviously just jealous someone else managed to turn super saiyan before he did. Fucking dick. Thatâs called Karma. Asshole.
"Well, if he says he's a Super Saiyan then that's good enough for me." Goku said simply, nodding his head once as he grinned at the purple haired stranger.
"Oh honestly Goku! You take things way too lightly sometimes!" Bulma chastised, frowning at her friend as he stared back at her with a blank expression.
"No I don't..."
The lavender haired man actually cracked a smile, choosing to take the opportunity to accomplish what he and his companion came here to do. "Goku... Can we have a word with you?" He asked seriously as everyone grew quiet.
"With me?"
"Yes... Just the three of us..." The mysterious girl continued, pointing to the area on the other side of the massive crater.
"Alright then." Goku said seriously, the three of them turning to leave as everyone looked on in shock.
"Hey! What exactly is these guys trying to say?!" Yamcha growled, frowning as he glared at the other fighter.
"It's okay guys... I'll be right back!" Goku smiled, sending them all a small wave before they both flew a good distance away. Yamcha huffed, crossing his arms as you lean against Piccolo, wondering what all this was about...
69 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Broken Curse
Peter Parker x reader
warnings:
a/n: idk this was supposed to be an entirely different fic when i started but now its very different
prompt:
Peter always held himself back. Everyone could see it. Everyone except him.
All those wasted opportunities because of those powers, but thatâs all he thought he was good for now. He could have been so much more if he didnât dedicate himself to Spider-Man. Right now he could be in college or working a job ehere he could make a real difference. But instead, he was living all on his lonesome in some run-down apartment, a ghost of his former self.
So now no one saw him. No one saw how much he held himself back because no one ever noticed him. In his new life, he kept to himself. No people to disappoint with his lost potential, no one noticed him anymore and maybe that was for the best.
You were in his thoughts, though. Mourned daily and nightly in regret of his mistakes. He sat there connecting all those things that went wrong. From becoming Spider-Man to an Avenger, trusting people he shouldnât have, taking shortcuts and wasting precious time. He lost you and everyone he ever loved.
What hurt him most was seeing you from time to time, but as luck would have it, youâd managed to move into his building. A fate worse than death for Peter.
âY/N?â He asked in the hallway without realizing. A stranger had just called to you.
âIâŚIâm sorry, do I know you?â You chuckled, which Peter knew was a nervous habit and you were a bit uncomfortable.
âN-No. Sorry.â He paused. âI was guessing. Not guessing your name, thatâd be weird. The landlord told me about a new neighbor, I havenât seen you yet so I was assuming that was you. Y/N, right?â Peter rambled out a reasonable lie to convince you he wasnât a stalker. Maybe he was, he didnât know if it counted when magic spells were involved.
âOh. I guess that makes more sense.â You shrugged. âYes, Iâm y/nâŚand you are..?â
âPeter. Peter Parker.â He gave an awkward introduction. âApartment 20.â
âItâs nice to meet you, Peter.â You told him. âI hate to cut this short, but I have to do some unpacking.â You began to walk away, but Peter was desperate to keep this going. He hadnât spoken to you in months, and although you may not know who he is in this moment, he was the boy you fell in love with and he still loved you with all his heart.
âIf, uh, you need some help moving anything, Iâll be here.â He timidly offered. You stopped in your tracks and took a moment to think.
âActually, I could use some help with some furniture. The movers just left everything in my living room.â You explained and he smiled. âWhat?â
âYou have a living room?â He laughed and you joined in, catching that his apartment was probably a bit smaller than your own. âI can definitely help you with all that, lead the way.â He was a bit disappointed youâd accept help from a stranger so easily, but he didnât know that something felt familiar about him. You just felt he was trustworthy and genuine. That was it.
Youâd initiated some small talk while moving the couch to the correct wall, the bed frame and mattress to the bedroom, and some shelves and tables wherever they might go, maneuvering around heaps of boxes labeled with all sorts of goofy writing. He liked the âBEDROOM BULLSHITâ box the most. But as he moved around your relatively nicer apartment, he noticed a stuffed animal that had fallen on the floor. A stuffed animal he had actually gotten for you several years ago. âHey,â he picked the little bear up, âthis was just laying on the floor. Cute.â Peter commented in some unsuspecting way.
âOh, yeah, I canât even remember where I got that thing. Iâve had it forever, canât bring myself to get rid of it. Itâs too cute to get rid of anyways, look at him.â You reached for the bear in his hand and when your hand connected with its soft fur, you felt an overwhelming sensation, this sickness inside as your head began spinning.
âAre you okay? Y/N?â Peter urgently asked, hesitant to make any startling movements. Your gaze jolted back to him and there was a much different look in your eyes than in the moments before. Softer.
âThis canât be real.â You mumbled. âIt was you all along.â
âWhat?â He had no idea how to respond.
âPeter Benjamin Parker.â You spoke his full name. âI love you.â
taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @locke-writes // @sweetheartlizzie07 // @queen-destenie // @johnmurphyisqueer // @captainshazamerica // @ravenmoore14 // @canarypoint // @procrastinatingsapphictrash // @swanimagines // @randomfandomimagine // @petersgroupie // @summersimmerus // @scarthefangirl // @bad4amficideas // @sheridans-dynamos // @simsrecs // @prettysbliss // @skdkdkckfk // @simp-legend // @wild-rose-35 // @nekoannie-chan // @evilcr0ne // @v0idl1nq // @ruvaakke // @thedarkqueenofavalon // @amirahiddleston // @beth-gallagher22 // @brutal-out-here // @rqmanoff // @elenavampire21 // @mymelodymia // @pheonixfire777 // @deanzboyfriend //
#peter parker imagine#peter parker x reader#peter parker#spiderman#spiderman x reader#spiderman imagine#avengers x reader#avengers imagine#avengers#marvel#marvel x reader#marvel imagine
128 notes
¡
View notes
Text
A FUZZY FEELING
Pairing: Minho x Y/N
Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff fluff fluff (ďžâăŽâ)ďž*:シďžâ§
You found a small kitten during a rainy day, little did you know it would be the bond to your next romanceâŚ
Words: 5KÂ
A.N: hi guys! im still trying to write more often huhu so here is a minho fluff! im not really used to write full fluff so your opinion truly matters to me (reblog and comments are very much appreciated). english not being my first language, i apologize for the possible mistakes⌠a big thank you to my friend maria and enjoy ;) â 230831
The rain was pouring outside. Why didnât you bring a damn umbrella ? Itâs not like you didnât check the weather forecast on your phone before going out. Apparently, the 40% chances of downpour didnât convince you and you didnât want to clutter your small hand bag with such a big object⌠Now, you were looking awfully foolish.Â
Your clothes were getting wet, your hair were a mess, all of this only because of that stupid guy you met on an app and didnât show up. Yes. It was a shitty day.Â
You were grumbling, each steps you took on the sidewalks soaking your sneakers. You needed to find a place to hide, at least for a bit. You would have preferred to go home quick, not wanting to show yourself to anyone looking like this, but you could feel your hands and feet getting cold.Â
The place you were at was thankfully crowded with different shops and one especially caught your eyes. It was a pretty small cafĂŠ, a little bit hidden behind some trees. Warm light was coming from it and you could see people happily seeping on their drinks, eating some delicacies and chatting. This would be perfect ! Hastily walking towards it, already thinking about the hot drink you would order, you put a halt to your run when you heard some muffled noises. They sounded familiar to you and you were wondering where they were coming from. Checking your surroundings, you couldnât see anything. You were about to give up when you heard them again. Small meows. Following them, you almost stumbled over a little dirty plushie. At least, this is what you thought it was until you saw it trembling, small pointy ears dressed on its head, its tail enclosing its frail body. It was a kitten.Â
Its orange and white fur was sticking and it was crying out for help, probably looking for its mom, shivering against the pavement. Apparently, someone was having a rough day too⌠Moved by the small creature, you crouched down to analyze the situation.Â
ÂŤÂ Hi little thing  you softly said. ÂŤÂ Why are you here ?  you talked to the cat as if it was about to answer you any time. You scoffed at the thought of it. It didnât seem to be hurt, there wasnât any blood or weird swelling. However, rain wasnât giving you a break and was getting heavier. Your muscles were getting stiff, you had to make a decision quickly. You werenât sure if it was okay for you to pick it up like this. Its mom was probably going to be disturbed by the unknown scent on her baby, on the other hand, leaving it near the road wasnât an option either.Â
Stretching the fabric of your jacket, you carefully grabbed the kitten, who didnât show an ounce of resistance, too weak and cold to do so. It was literally fitting in the palm of your hand, the sight of it making your heart break a bit⌠You noticed a space between two shops which seemed to be dry enough for the little guy. It would be safe under those bushes until its mom would find it. You put it down delicately, dirt already staining its fur and gave a little pat between its ears to reassure it. ÂŤÂ Here you go! Iâm sure your mom will come back soon. Good luck little one .Â
Saying you were feeling guilty was an understatement, even more after hearing it meowing again⌠You had to pull yourself together, you had made the best choice. You couldnât just pick it up and bring it home in case its mom would come back. It was better to wait for few days. You just hoped that, if it was left alone, a kind soul would find it again and help. Giving it one last glanced, you waved at him and went back towards you first destination: the cafĂŠ.Â
As you opened the door, you were welcomed by the sound of small bells and warm brown eyes. The man behind the bar was cleaning some cups with a towel, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up, staring right at you. He put down his stuff and came to greet you.Â
ÂŤÂ Welcome. For one person ? , he asked, a soft smile on his face. ÂŤÂ Yes please , you answered. The barista gestured you to follow him to a table and handed you the menu for you to choose. You thanked him as he walked away to take care of the other customers. Unzipping your jacket, you put it on the back rest, hoping it would dry fast. Bringing your attention back to the menu, you were absent-mindedly looking at it. Your brain was fuzzing with questions and worries about the stray cat. Was it really ok to leave it like that ? Maybe you should go back and take it to the vet⌠But, if its mom was close it would be cruel to take her baby away.Â
Biting your nails and lost into your thoughts, you didnât even notice that the auburn haired boy was back.Â
ÂŤÂ Did you make your choice ? , he was holding a pen, unconsciously taping on a notebook, his cat like eyes questioning you, his head slightly tilted to the side. He was curiously looking at you, his brows slightly furrowed. Taken aback by his question, you vaguely answered. ÂŤÂ Hmm⌠I will take a hot chocolate and⌠hmm⌠whatever cake you think would go along with it. Thank you. Â
ÂŤÂ Then I would recommend the pistachio and raspberry tart  he offered, waiting for your approval. ÂŤÂ Perfect ! . He nodded and grabbed the menu you were handing him before going back to the bar, not without a last glance to your table. After several minutes, the brown haired man came back with your order. You gladly took it and tried to enjoy it, however, your stomach was kind of tied with a knot at the memory of the frail wet cat. Despite your reluctance, the hot chocolate going down your throat felt like a relief. You could feel your entire system getting its energy back sip after sip and you thanked the heavens for putting this place on your path. You would have to come back in a less miserable state and not with a mind full of worries.Â
Time went by and you had to go home. You were still thinking of what you could do. Maybe you could come back the next day to check on the animal ? With your job schedules it might be a bit difficult but that would be better than nothing.Â
Looking out the window, the rain hadnât stop at all⌠Never mind. One last run towards the bus stop wouldnât be so bad. A soft voice startled you ÂŤÂ Was everything fine ? , he asked while clearing your table and the fact that you barely touched the pie didnât go unnoticed. ÂŤÂ Oh! You didnât like it ? Iâm sorry, I should have recommended something more simple maybeâŚÂ Âť You stopped him ÂŤÂ No! Not at all! It was delicious! Â
Visibly relieved by your statement, he continued ÂŤÂ Then, would you like me to pack it for you to bring at home ? . You accepted, thankful on how thoughtful the man was. Following him to the countertop to pay the bill, you thought about this word again: thoughtful. Maybe you could ask him to keep an eye on the cat ? It was a bit inappropriate to do so, after all, he had his job and probably a ton of things to do after that⌠Yet, the way he was patiently gazing at you, clumsily looking for your credit card, made you think it would be fine.Â
ÂŤÂ Can I ask you something ? You, obviously can say no, I wouldnât mind  you said sheepishly. The man was visibly curious. Were you going to ask for his number ? Was it why you seemed a bit embarrassed around him ? He was full of expectations but probably not that one. ÂŤÂ Of course ! Â
You were kind of fidgeting while paying the bill. ÂŤÂ Well, I have came across a small kitten earlier and Iâm really worried about it⌠Its mom wasnât around and it was trembling. Do you mind looking for it ? I let it near your store, under the bushes so it could dry.  Visibly surprised by your request, he quickly tried to keep his composure and hide the slight deception. ÂŤÂ Where exactly did you let it ?  he asked smiling as an even brighter smile was forming on your face. You started to describe the exact spot you let it and thanked the man a hundred times for his help. ÂŤÂ No worries, I have three cats myself  he laughed.Â
You were about to leave when he noticed that he forgot to give you the tart. ÂŤÂ Miss, wait!  he stopped you, gently grabbing your wrist. ÂŤÂ You forgot this and please take this as well . In his hand was the food bag and an umbrella. You tried to politely decline the offer but he insisted, saying the pie would go to waste otherwise. You blushed a little, profusely thanked him and went to catch the bus.Â
The umbrella was a blessing and you thought that, maybe, he was an angel who helped to make your day better. You would have to return it to him as soon as possible and ask him about the stray kitten. You didnât even know his nameâŚÂ
Finally, the bus appeared and you jumped inside it. Sitting comfortably, you put your hands inside your jacketâs pockets when your fingers came across a paper that wasnât there before. Intrigued, you pulled it out to see what it was. Handwritten on it was a phone number with a message: ÂŤÂ Please call me so I can give you news of your furry friend â Minho Lee . A weird little drawing was next to it, it looked like a strange face. You giggled. Lee Minho. Here was the name of your helper. Your heart felt warm at the idea of him taking care of the cat and got you happy the whole ride.Â
â§â§â§
ÂŤÂ Where the hell are you running to ?  asked your coworker. ÂŤÂ I have an appointment!  You half screamed while heading to the exit. It was the end of your schedule and one thing kept you going the whole day: you were going to see the kitten. You waved them goodbye, your bag in one hand, Minhoâs umbrella in the other.Â
Last night, you did call him. It was kind of awkward at first and very polite, until you heard his cats meowing, asking for their food. Minho seemed a bit overwhelmed and couldnât keep up with your small talk. He apologized and hang up. Few days passed and you had exchanged some messages with the cafĂŠ worker. He sent you a picture of a cardboard shelter he made, where you could see some old blankets, milk and food, then some messages to plan your meeting. He also reassured you saying that your friend wasnât cold anymore but its mom hadnât showed up. You were worriedly looking at your screen when you received another text from Minho.Â
| minho lee: fluffy boy is waiting for you!Â
A picture was attached to it. It was kinda blurry, the kitten was probably moving around, but you could see the orange and white fur of it which looked like a cotton ball. Asking for the manâs help had been the best idea. After 40 minutes, you finally arrived to destination. A panel with the word ÂŤÂ closed  was hanging on the front door. Getting closer of the glass you used your hands as a shield to look inside. Minho was actively sweeping the floor but as soon as he turned around he gestured for you to come. You entered the cafĂŠ, once again welcomed by the bellsâ symphony.Â
ÂŤÂ Give me a second, Iâm almost done  he asked, one finger up to emphasize his sentence.Â
ÂŤÂ No problem, Iâm sorry to bother at this moment of the dayâŚÂ ÂťÂ
ÂŤÂ Yea, youâre right. Youâve been a bother from the start  he jokingly said. You looked at him and sticked your tongue out. He shook his head and rolled his eyes at your childish behavior but, deep inside, he could feel his heart beating a bit faster. It only had been less than a week since you met each other, however, he wanted to talk to you every day and felt strangely close to you. Things were still pretty formal but he could see that you were slowly opening up.Â
ÂŤÂ Ok! I think everything is done! We can go.  he stated, both of his hands on his hips, looking around as a last check.Â
ÂŤÂ Where are we going already ?  you gently asked, following him as you were leaving the place. ÂŤÂ To Sondonri association. Itâs where I let the kitten. Its mom didnât show up and it was visibly loosing weightâŚÂ Âť he closed the door and went to the parking behind the shop. ÂŤÂ I would have kept it with me if I wasnât so busy with workâŚÂ Âť this last sentence was more of a murmur and you could see a wrinkle on his forehead. He had been worried. Â
You took place on the passenger seat while the brown haired boy was starting the car to drive you to destination. During the trip, you talked about your day and he also told you that the association you were going to was the same one where he adopted his three cats (or his sons as he liked to call them). Soon enough, you were in front of the association⌠which was closed.Â
ÂŤÂ Wait ? What time is⌠OhâŚÂ Âť, his mouth was forming a small cercle, letting his bunny teeth slightly showing. Minho was clearly dumbfounded as he looked at the hour on his watch. It was passed 7:30pm.Â
ÂŤÂ Donât tell me you didnât check the opening hours ?  you looked at him, half laughing, half sarcastic but the man was remaining silent.Â
ÂŤÂ It happens to the best of us, ok ? I was s-sure it was closing at 8!  he stuttered, hopelessly trying to defend himself. He frowned and his ears were turning red, embarrassed by the situation and you couldnât help but laugh. You put a compassionate hand on his shoulder.Â
ÂŤÂ Yea sure.  you rolled your eyes. ÂŤÂ But I owe you one, so why donât we go eat somewhere ? . Your offer seemed to surprise him and the redness of his ears was spreading through his cheeks. You couldnât really tell tho, the dusky light distorting his real skin tone. ÂŤÂ Exactly, so be more respectful.  Minho scoffed and you gently pushed him with your shoulder. He flashed you a mischievous grin and you realized how handsome he was. Of course, you noticed that since day one. Still, the more you learnt to know him, the more you found him beautiful inside and out. You especially liked his funny and devoted personality, as well as his cat like eyes, his manly hands (they seemed really soft!) and his li-⌠Wait a minute. Your thoughts were running a bit too wild and your friend was looking at you, confused by your sudden change of emotion. You made him turn over to go back to the car, which he followed not without a hint of hesitation and asking on where you were going to have a diner. But honestly, you had no idea⌠You ended up going to the closest konbini, eating ramyeon at the store, drinking and enjoying the evening. You discovered that he had a sweet spot for pudding.Â
ÂŤÂ Pudding ? Really ? Â
ÂŤÂ What ? Is it that weird for a man to like sweet things ?  he side eyed you, still eating his desert with a pout.Â
ÂŤÂ I donât know, you work at a cafĂŠ. I was expecting something else, I guess .Â
ÂŤÂ Maybe but sometimes simple things are the best  Minho stated with a proud face. And he was right. This evening was pretty simple. You both here, eating and talking about your lives, learning to know each other, talking about your furry friend. It truly was the best.Â
ÂŤÂ Are you sure you donât want me to drive you home ?  he offered for the nth time.Â
ÂŤÂ Yes, donât worry. Iâm not really far.  you reassured him even if he wasnât completely ok with it.Â
ÂŤÂ Mmh⌠Fine. But send me a text, you know, just to be sure you didnât get into a weird situation or something. . The brown haired man was intensely staring at you, as a warning. ÂŤÂ I promise .
As soon as you arrived, you kept your words.Â
| you: im still alive!Â
| minho: ugh, guess I will have to bear with you a bit longer then
| you: meanieâŚ
| minho: :p
Removing, your jacket and putting your bag on the coffee table, you realized that you totally forgot to return his umbrella. Thankfully, you were seeing each other at the association tomorrow and, this time, you would be able to see the rescued cat.Â
| you: at which hour tomorrow ? and, please, dont mess it up this time
| minho: tch! you loved spending time with me!Â
His words made your heart flutter, it was true. You really enjoyed your time together.
| minho: letâs say around 11am, sounds good for you ?Â
| you: perfect! see you tomorrow then, good night!Â
| minho: gânight y/nÂ
This night, you could barely sleep. Your head was filled with his face, his smile, his voice calling your name⌠Holding your pillow tight, you tossed it aside while facing the feeling, a sweet feeling blooming in your heart.Â
â§â§â§
You were awake at 7 this morning, too excited to keep sleeping. What was happening to you ? Getting over excited like a teenager. You were impatient to see the kitten, you hoped it was in a better shape than the last time you saw it. You were also impatient to see Minho. Where you having a crush ?⌠Uh. Definitely. The ringtone of your phone startled you.Â
| minho: yo y/n ! you up ?Â
You hastily took the phone and answered.Â
| you: yup! Slept well ?Â
| minho: woaaa, you answered faster than usual. canât wait to see kitty cat ?Â
His comment made you blush a little. Thank god he wasnât there or he would have teased you for that.Â
| you: yes :( itâs like my babyÂ
| minho: i understand, felt the same for my sons. ok, letâs meet at the association then, see youÂ
At 10am, you were more than ready to go and arrived even a bit in advance. Now that it was broad daylight, you could see many dogs behind the fences, enjoying their time outside. Some people were there to adopt some of the animals, others were probably caretakers. You were absorbed by the scenery, when you felt that weird feeling telling you someone was watching you. When you turned around, a smily Minho was there.Â
ÂŤÂ You truly are impatient to see the cat  he said while walking up to you.Â
ÂŤÂ What about it ? Are you jealous I donât give you the same attention ?  you teased. ÂŤÂ Hmm, maybe . He passed next to you as you were stunned by his words. Quickly coming back to your senses you followed him inside.Â
You were welcomed by two women and one of them seemed to know the brown haired man pretty well.Â
ÂŤÂ Minho! Itâs good to see you! How is the cafĂŠ going ? Are your parents fine ? And your cats ?  she asked with a soothing voice. She was middle-aged and exhaled literal kindness, the type of perfect mom you see in series. ÂŤÂ Everything is going great, thank you so much. I came with my friend to see the kitten I brought early this week . He stepped aside so he could properly introduce you to the women. ÂŤÂ Oh my! Youâre the lady who saved this baby. Thank you for your help, I canât imagine what would have happened to it if you didnât help itâŚÂ Âť she shook her head, picturing the worst. ÂŤÂ Come, I will bring you to it  the woman gestured for you to go with her, which you did.Â
You entered a room which probably was a nursery. Lots of kitten were sleeping or playing together but, as soon as your eyes landed on its white and orange fur, you could tell that it was your cat. You gasped and repeatedly tapped on Minhoâs arm. He sighed at your behavior but he was truly amused by it.Â
ÂŤÂ Can I go see it ?  you politely ask to the worker. ÂŤÂ Of course! Be careful of the other ones, they might want to climb on you  she prevented. And she was right. As soon as you crouched down, some of the cats hide behind the cat trees or boxes, while some others were really curious. They were sniffing your clothes, trying to climb on your legs and you decided to sit down so you could be more stable. Unfortunately, the rescued kitten seemed too scared to come close.Â
Your friend joined you and tried to lure the cat with a toy. Moving it close to it, the colored feathers of the stick seemed to catch its attention. You could see its pupils getting rounder, its small body ready to jump and lightly wiggling. It attacked the toy and did it again.
ÂŤÂ What are you doing ?  you asked when Minho started to move the feathers closer to you. ÂŤÂ Shh, just trust me . You werenât so sure of his tactics until it paid off. The cotton ball was happily playing with the toy on your legs, biting its feathers and trying to catch it with its claws. You heart melted at the view of it. It had gained weight since the last time you saw it, you could tell that it was happy and healthy. ÂŤÂ It truly worked! . Your friend looked at you with a smug face and leaned towards you. You felt his fingers brushing over yours, chill going down your spine and it created an eye contact. You were both staring at each other, Minhoâs gaze trailing along your face features until he quickly removed his hand. ÂŤÂ S-sorry, I didnât realize we were that closed  he apologized with a sheepish look. ÂŤÂ Itâs fine!  you almost squeaked that sentence and swore in your mind for being so easy to read. The brown haired boy acted as if nothing happened, still playing with the kitten. However, his ears betrayed him once again because of their bright red color.Â
You kept playing a bit more with the cats before you had to go back home.Â
You both thanked the workers and told them you would come back soon.Â
Once outside, you stretched and sighed in content. ÂŤÂ Fuzzy seems happy ! Did you see how playful it is ? It was adorable !  you were toddling gently and humming.Â
ÂŤÂ Fuzzy ?  you friend raised an eyebrow. ÂŤÂ Yes, the kitten.  you replied. ÂŤÂ Thatâs plain as fuck.  he deadpanned. ÂŤÂ Did I ask ?  you turned around to face him with challenging eyes. ÂŤÂ Maybe you should have .Â
Your faces were now so close that you could feel his breath on your cheeks. Heart racing, palms getting moist and you still couldnât look away, totally captivated by his gaze. Oh, you looked gorgeous to him and the contact you made earlier this day made his stomach tingle in the most delicious way. Too busy looking at Fuzzy, you didnât even notice how Minho gave you all his attention, how he loved seeing all your facial expressions, how he loved your laugh, your face, your curves. He was getting greedy. Greedy to be part of your life and be able to be just as close as you were right now or even more.Â
You gulped and created a diversion. ÂŤÂ Here. Your umbrella ! I forgot to give it back to you last time .Â
Minho looked at it and took it, brushing your hand in the process. The shivers were back. ÂŤÂ Thanks Y/N, glad it helped you. But you still owe me. Â
ÂŤÂ What ? I paid for last time dinner !  you protested, crossing your arms in front of your chest. A mischievous smile was adorning the manâs face. ÂŤÂ A bit weak for someone who saved your kitten and gave you his umbrella. . He was expecting and, gullible, you fell into his trap.Â
ÂŤÂ Hmph. What do you want from me Lee Minho ?  you asked, suspicious. ÂŤÂ Iâm going to think about it.  he then headed towards the bus stop you previously used. Running after him, you called his name but he wasnât answering. He didnât want to break the game he was putting in place.
â§â§â§
Days went by and you still didnât know what he wanted. He teased you a lot about it, saying you had to be kind and obedient until he would find out. Except, that you werenât.Â
You grew to know each other more deeply, you crush for him getting stronger and often came to visit him to spend time together such as: visiting your furry friend or just wondering around the city after work. This evening was no exception to the rule as you were walking along the river.Â
ÂŤÂ Iâm still waiting for my penalty .
ÂŤÂ A penalty ?  he sneered ÂŤÂ You mean the price of your debt, right ? . You sticked your tongue out and nudged him. ÂŤÂ Come on. There must be something. Â
Minho stopped and you bumped into him. ÂŤÂ What theâŚÂ ÂťÂ
ÂŤÂ There is something.  he announced. You rubbed your lightly bruised nose and asked ÂŤÂ Spill it! Why are you being so secretive ? .Â
ÂŤÂ You would grant me anything ?  his face was totally serious and you didnât know if you had to laugh or be scared right now. ÂŤÂ If by granting, you mean being your servant for the rest of my life, thatâs an absolute no . He broke into a smile before answering ÂŤÂ No, silly. Itâs something else. Â
ÂŤÂ Just say it, Minho !  you sighed. ÂŤÂ Is a kiss too much ? , his voice was soft and he tried to keep his composure despite his heart beating so hard he was afraid you could hear it. You felt your blood rushing to your cheeks. Did you hear that well ? You were used to his jokes and you could tell when he wasnât playing. And he wasnât. Too startled to speak, you simply nodded, holding your breath in anticipation. Minho stepped closer, a brand new glow shining in his beautiful eyes. His hand traveled to cup your face, his gaze glued to your lips. ÂŤÂ I need an answer, Y/N. Is a kiss too much ? . You whined. Why was he like this ? ÂŤÂ Kiss me already, Lee Minho.  He tenderly smirked and closed the gap between you. He first kissed your cheeks as you were putting your arms around his waist. He then went to the corner of your mouth, teasing you till the last second before you could fully feel his lips on yours. It felt warm and soft, just like taking a nap in a sunny room or savoring the sweetest delicacy.Â
You pushed your body against his and deepened your kiss. You would never get tired of this and you could feel the emotions, that you diligently took care of, were fully blooming into your stomach. You both stopped to catch your breath, Minho still cupping your face, his forehead resting against yours. You felt at peace with him. ÂŤÂ Youâre a good kisser Y/N Y/L/NÂť he stated, brushing his nose with yours. ÂŤÂ What made you even doubt of it ? . He laughed and laced his fingers with yours. ÂŤÂ Letâs head home .Â
During the way back, you both couldnât stop looking at each other, smiling like idiots and kissing from time to time. You loved it, feeling like you were falling in love for the first time again.Â
ÂŤÂ Here we are , Minho had walked you home and was about to part way when you held him back, grabbing his jacket. ÂŤÂ Do you want to s-sleep here ?  you offered. His eyes widened a bit but his actions spoke for himself when he entered your apartment, a tender smile on his face.Â
â§â§â§
The next day, your eyes were welcomed by a sleepy Minho next to you. You caressed his bare back before preparing breakfast. You didnât have much at your house and tried to make it as good as possible. When he woke up, his hair were all messy and he was walking with his eyes half-closed. ÂŤÂ Morning  he said with a raspy voice. ÂŤÂ Hi . Wow. How did you manage to pull a man like him and be able to call him yours ? Wait. Was he even yours ? You didnât clearly talk about your feelings or what you wanted to do next. Realization made you a bit gloomy but it was soon soothed by Minhoâs kiss on the top of your head.
ÂŤÂ Are we going to see Fuzzy today ?  he asked.Â
ÂŤÂ Yes and⌠You know what ? Iâm going to adopt it.  you were determined. After all, you had created a special bond with this cat since day one and it was thank to that very same cat that you met this amazing boy. ÂŤÂ Itâs about time !  he sarcastically answered.Â
ÂŤÂ But, before we go, I will have to go home and change.  the brown haired man stood up and started to pack his things. ÂŤÂ I can accompany you, if you want  you were about to follow him when he stopped you. ÂŤÂ No take your time and meet me to Sondonri when youâre ready  another kiss, ÂŤÂ Thank you for the breakfast.  and he left.Â
Two hours later, you were in front of the association and your boyfriend (?) was nowhere to be seen.Â
| you: where r u ?
| minho âĄ: come inside
When you entered, Minho was talking to one of the worker at the front desk. He gently grabbed your hand before inviting you to tell your request.Â
 Good morning, I would like to adopt a kitten. 
ÂŤÂ I guess itâs for the little male you kept visiting ?  the man asked, ÂŤÂ One second please . He was looking through the files of his computer when he started to frown. ÂŤÂ Iâm so sorry miss but it seems that it has been adopted earlierâŚÂ Âť. You felt your heart sinking. ÂŤÂ What ? Are you su-âŚÂ Âť. You couldnât finish your sentence that Minho let go your hand to join the middle-aged women you had seen multiple times. She was handing him a little ball of white and orange fur. Fuzzy ! You almost ran up to him, your vision getting blurry because of your tears. ÂŤÂ Is⌠Is it the right cat ?  your throat was tight, waiting. ÂŤÂ Yes and itâs all yours. I made the necessary steps before you arrived  he said, visibly satisfied by your reaction. Happy tears were rolling down your cheeks as you were patting the kittenâs head. Minho bowed a little and whispered ÂŤÂ I like you, Y/N . Half giggling, half crying, all you could say was ÂŤÂ I thought you would never say it. . He chuckled and softly hugged you, not to crush the small fluffy boy.Â
You could tell the the kitten had found his new home, just as you found one in Minho.Â
#stray kids#skz#lee know#minho#stray kids lee know#stray kids x reader#stray kids fanfic#stray kids oneshot#stray kids scenarios#stray kids fluff#stray kids au#strangers to lovers#fanfic#fanfiction#fluff#kpop#Kpop imagines#skz scenarios#skz fanfic#non idol au#lee minho#bangchan#changbin#hyunjin#han#felix#seungmin#i.n#stray kids smut
173 notes
¡
View notes
Text
"How's that big salmon stuff going these days?" Cub asked. He had stopped by the farm to ask him about custom fireworks, and noticed the wide, deep river that now separated his farm from xB's place.
"Oh, it's going wonderfully, Cub. See this river? They're very happy with it, I can assure you," Beef said.
"Salmon wanting a river, that's hardly a surprise," Cub said.
Beef chuckled to himself. "Well, no, though I still don't really know why they wanted it, though. Maybe it was just to look pretty. And they are fish, after all."
Cub shrugged. "Yeah, I know that feeling."
"Did I heard you'd started covering your base with skulk? How's that working out for you?" Beef said. "Not possessed again, are we?"
"Pfft, nah, it just looks better than the grass, that's all. Makes all the bright colours stand out," Cub said.
"Sure, sure," Beef said.
"Just like you're not taking orders from a fish, hey?" Cub said.
Beef laughed this time. "I guess we both know what that kind of thing's like. Not that there's anything weird going on with the salmon. I just do what I'm told, and they wanted a river, so. I got False to make me one."
"No, of course not. Nothing weird going on here," Cub said. "We just do as we're told. The rewards make it worth it."
"Yeah, something like that," Beef said.
"Anyway, about those fireworks..."
-
Beef crouched by the river once Cub was gone, thinking. The salmon filled the river, the only fish he could see in the water. Something about them memerised him, watching their glistening bodies move effortlessly through the water.
Who'd have thought an offhand comment would lead to this? Not Beef. But stranger things had happened, so whatever. And if it helped him and Skizz go up against Doc and his sand nonsense, well. The solidarity was nice.
This wasn't...
Something about Cub had got him thinking, though. He wasn't- possessed, was he? No, that can't be it. Possessed was what Cub was, with the skulk. Not- no, you definitely couldn't be possessed by Big Salmon. Definitely not.
And yet, the question remained at the tip of his tongue, almost daring him to ask it. Perhaps he was in too deep. But what did it matter now? Big Salmon would take care of him.
-
Cub felt the echoes of something in the water as he swam across. He saw the salmon and smiled, thinking nothing more of them. If Beef wanted to serve some fish, well. That was his decision to make. He wasn't any different, right? He wasn't possessed by the skulk this time. It was different. There'd be no need to call on Pix and False to splash him with every potion known to the world to cure him.
But the skulk still whispered. Cub was scared of it at first. Wardens were dangerous creatures, and he'd decided to mine straight into an ancient city. He felt that was not a random act. The skulk had drawn him in, for reasons unknown, and now he was in their thrall again.
He'd been afraid of that, to be honest. Knew all along they were lurking, waiting, lying dormant until the right moment. Perhaps now was the right moment, he thought, as he continued to spread skulk across the grass, watching it shrivel and die as the skulk took over. It spread a silent darkness across his base, one that made the base feel much more ominous.
Why was that important? Cub didn't know. Didn't question it. Continued to simply harvest all the skulk from the ancient city and spread it up here instead. As if he was bringing it to life out here. And, sure, placing it seemed fine, but he'd felt the sheer joy when he'd spread it by killing Scar. Scar had felt it too. They didn't mind killing each other for sport anyway, so it was fine. It was fun to see how far it spread.
-
Cub thought about Beef's river. Beef thought about the salmon. False cradled her rivers safely in her briefcase. Gem did her best to hide the horrors that lay under the water in her base. Grian had never been the same since the fishing took hold. Maybe....
Beef stared at the river. Reached down to touch the water, felt one of the salmon nip at his fingers as if it was expecting food. He offered it some meat from his farm, numb to the sight of it feeding from his hands, tearing the flesh apart.
Maybe- Maybe Cleo was right. Maybe there's something about the water this season. Or-
-
Cub sunk his fingers into the skulk, sighing in relief as the skulk brought him radiant calm. Yes. Yes. The skulk whispered. Cub closed his eyes. Gasped at the vision the skulk sent him of how his base will look. Smiled as Scar killed him, his life sacrificed to the skulk as it snaked out around him, spreading further and further. All would be skulk. All will be skulk. He would make sure of that.
#hermitcraft#hermitfic#fanfic#cubfan135#vintagebeef#skulk cub#big salmon#the server's haunted#esp the water#i'm sure this is fine and won't cause any problems
44 notes
¡
View notes
Text
My xeno gender + Neo pronoun manifesto
Ok so, a lot of people(understandably) donât really get neos/xenos. Itâs super complicated, different for everyone, and thereâs not a lot of us around anyways. It feels like most peopleâs (including mine) first exposure to the community is usually phramed in a âwoah look at how wirrd this is!â Type setting that doesnât explore why we do what we do. Also this is an ask based blog, questions are extremely welcome!
I first should define what xeno genders and Neo pronouns even are.
Xeno genders: genders that fall outside of how we traditionally think of gender. Itâs a way of thinking that rejects femininity and masculinity in its traditional forms, and is often neglected all together.
Neo pronouns: pronouns that are not she, he, or they. It pronouns are kinda on the cusp simply because they are not typically affirm in to most people and are therefore unconventional in their own right.
I got involved in xenogenders after i accepted myself as trans. It took me a long time, and a lot of that was due to my very self-distructive veiw of lables.
See, the last time Iâd had to do lable searching was when I was 12 years old and trying to figure out if I was lesbain, bi, pan, etc.
I had an extremely restrictive veiw of sexuality labels, and I agonized if I was really attracted to boys or not. Same with nonbinary people. I, being 12 and stupid, thoight that bi and pan were extremely districtive lables and that if I was attracted to NBs I couldnât be bi. Not to mention, I thought that nonbinary even had a âlookâ in the first place.
Somehow, i concluded I was bi. And I still use that label to this day. Even though Iâm attracted to NBs. lol. But it wasnât easy to get to that point. I had daily meltdowns where I destroyed my room and would then do the humiliating work of picking everything up while sniffling. It wasnât healthy.
But I was 16 at the point I was finally ready to question my gender. I felt myself slipping into old habits almsot immediately. But I thankfully had the self awarness at this point to stop and think clearly about what I was doing.
With someone who has enough negitive momentum surrounding lable searching like I do, I canât exactly expect all of this to go painlessly. But I also donât have to activly make it worse for myself. I realzied that I believed I needed to find my âlable soulmateâ and that I should not allow myself to rest until I find the one true lable.
So instead I decided to passivly watch my gender as neutirally as I possibly could. Without trying to name it anything, just watching.
I learned that I felt very masculine at that point, but alos that I noticed fluidity in both my gender and gender presentation. But what suprized(and scared) me was how it was fluid. It coincided with the barometric pressure. I didnât want to believe it. I knew what it would mean for me if it was true. I knew Iâd be lonly, misunderstood, and might never find a word to describe how I feel. So I kept watching my gender âmove.â Sometiems I wouldnât even notice the pressure would change, just that my gender did. And my dad(has seasonal depression) would casually comment on the shift. Fuck.
I should probably mention now that I have quite a few conditions that are affected by the pressure too. And my others are of course impacted by my other disorders acting up soâŚIâm no stranger to feeling majorly off kilter when it rains or something. It also made sense how I never noticed my fluidity, I was always caught up with my symptoms. And dysphoria, I mean, it just felt like a miscellaneous symptom that could be from anything.ďżź
Iâd been admiring xenogenders from afar for a couple years at that pointâŚand I decided to take a look. I mean, my gender is already weird , right? It might as well be weird in a good way. On my terms. In any case, I felt so disconnected from the trans community at large due to my disabilities and odd gender and felt much more at home with the xeno gender ppl I saw online. Thatâs typical for me. I never really got along with normal people, and Iâm ok with taht. Mostly.
I flourished. For the first time, lable searching wasnât toruture. I was crying. I was throwing things. I wasnât hating myself. For the first time I felt JOY doing this. It became a fun pass time looking at different flags, noticing the Latin roots tin lable names(I love Latin), it was like window shopping but I could have everything I wanted. There is no limit. No consept of âsoul labels,â in fact its commen hoard even hundreds of genders.
I felt true freedom in my identity for the first time. I got to have whatever happened to speak to me in that moment and it hardly even felt like the choise. Or at least enough of a choice to trigger my terrible decision paralysis. It was truly amazing to experience. No lable had all the power in my identity, in fact power wasnât even the point. Just words that feel good. Flags too, they were the biggest deciding factor. Suddenly it felt like my dyslexia was accommodated in a conversation I had never realized it wasnât.
Suddenly I veiwed genders not as attempting to articulate consepts in ways Iâd never otherwise articulate them, and were put into MY language. Metaphor. Colors. Tastes. Feelings. Memories. Ideals. All the abstract goings ons in my mind no longer needed to be translated. They could simply just âbe.â
Metaphor is probably my favorite aspect of xenogenders. Itâs how I best express myself. Ever sense I was 3 I had to explain medically impossible symptoms to docters who had no idea what I was talking about. So i used metaphor. Over and over and over. And now, I canât imagine not using metaphor. About anything. I struggle not to use them. And now I had a place to use them.
The genders I chose to hoard can be found here but they mostly boil down to:
Sun + light themed
Fairy + pagen + nature themed
The endless combinations of boy, girl, and nonbinary that may incidentally fit me due to my fluidity
For reason #1, this is segnifigant because both my birth first and middle name are light/sun related and I always strongly identified with them before I stopped repressing my dysphoria.
Also, the sun is often used as a symbol of divine masculine. I really like that because it is masculinity without the consepts of physical bodies or my current gender identity getting in the way. Itâs justâŚmasculine. In complete, beautiful isolation.
I would also like to say that, after coming out as transgender to my fellow spirtual cirlce, a commen response is that we are all beings of light. And, to be honest, when someoen asks my gender I wish I could just say âI am a being of light.â
For reason #2, it is of course related to my faith as well. Turns out, when you tell a bunch of tree hugging hippies that your gender changes based on one of the Earth cycles, they will treat you as if you were graced with a rare gift. I have also been told that it brings me closer to the faries and nature. I mean thsi genuinely when i say that the spiritual ppl in my neck of the woods are more accepting than the LGBTQ community. No discorce, no need to justify anything, etc. just love, man.
And, well, I think reaosn #3 is pretty self explanatory. My fluidity is much less of a light swtich between âboyâ and âgirlâ but more like a constantly changing gender blob that lazily makes its way across multiple gender territories at a time to various extremes.
Now on to the Neo pronouns!
So I use one set of Neo pronouns, jusr fae/faer. I wonât reiterate my connection to fae, but I do have another reason I connect with fae/faer.
It was actually the reason I started using them in the first place. See, when I was in fourth grade, I discovered the wonderful world of gay ships. As in, male x male. Me, convinced I was just a girl, had no idea why I was drawn to them. But I was completely obsessed. It turns out that attraction hits the same as hyperfixation. So I jsut assumed it was hyperfixaiton, not a budding attraction to men that was inherently queer. As well as a strong connection to the effeminate, shy, characters that were always swept off their feet by strong masculine ones.
My intrest in twinks and effeminate men was always sort of curious to me. Because I had noâŚintentions? I was drawn to them but not because I wanted to kiss them or date them or anything like that. When I was finally exploring my gender I realized that I wanted to BE them. I saw my pre hrt self in those fem guys and I was floored by how sought after they were by the other male love interest. Their gender nonconformity was not seen as weird but as an inherent plus. And their awkwardness was seen as cute, not weird either. Yes, I was the wierd kid. Moving on.
So, anyways. I found that I was drawn to fae/faer because I felt that it honored my genderâs inharent connection to being a queer man without necessarily needing my current gender to line up with it. Because, at the end of the day, gay romance shaped my gender development in a huge way. And that influence on my life wonât vanish the second I stop being a boy.
Before I go, I want to dispel a commen misconception. People often assume that we demand others use our Neopronouns. And I want to come out and say we donât. Because you know what? Most of us are mentally disabled. And if there is anyone who understands just who difficult learning a new skill is, itâs us. We donât expect others to use them at all. And any small effort is seen as a miricle to us. So please, if you feel like being extra nice, go for it! But you donât have to. 99% of us will have at least one set of conventional pronouns you can use instead.
Hope this cleared some things up! And as I said questions are incouraged!
#ask#ask blog#new blog#lgbtq#queer#gay#trans masc#transgender#trans man#transgender man#nonbinary#enby#mogai#neopronouns#xenogender#education#awareness
32 notes
¡
View notes
Text
APPRECIATION POST ăž(ďź âăźâďź )ă(*/Ďďźź*)
Special Shout Out To My DOAK aka Diary of a Wimpy Kid PEOPLE
I appreciate all of you so much! Thank you again for noticing the posts and just interacting with my blog in general. It's been a few years since I've made gifs and have been active here and the fact that y'all still use my gifs in your RP's or your fanfictions or your headcannons etc. that just absolutely blows my mind that you still interact with my blog somehow even though I hadn't posted in a couple to a few years!
I am so so so grateful to see how many stories my gifs have been chosen to be put into and I will actually take the time to go back and read them once I find them and book mark them! I am just mind-blown that y'all are still able to search gifs and mine still pop up!
It seems silly but I really have such bad imposter syndrome with anything and everything I do and it takes me a while to process everything and to be able to do posts like this.
Also yes I went through my activity list within the passed couple of weeks for this year (2024) to be able to make sure I got everyone tagged. In a different post I will be going through all the gif sets and making another appreciation post to those of you that have supported and interacted all of the DOAK gif sets and posts that I have made over the years. You guys are all so flipping awesome and I can't believe I still get interactions on gif sets I made YEARS AGO to this very day! It's so crazy how active this fandom still is but I am so proud that it's still active!
If you guys want more gifs or want to be included in taglists for future gif sets of anyone in DOAK as the characters (or cast) or anyone else (in general) let me know. I do take requests for fanfictions, role plays, etc. whatever you need gif images for I'll do it. It might just take me a bit of time but I will always make sure I get to it.
You all have made my absolute year just for interacting with my small little blog so it does make me absolutely sentimental. You are appreciated even if you think it was just a small or automatic thing to like or reblog or comment etc. I just wanted to show y'all how much I appreciate every single one of you.
Now before I go, I gotta get through all the other fandoms as well that have been interacting with my blog since I decided that this week is gonna be my appreciation week for everyone that has interacted with my blog since I began to become more regularly active again.
Thank you again loves... and I hope you have a wonderful time of day or night that you see this post. Also please never be a stranger, I am always willing to make new friends online. It's kinda hard in young adulthood to figure out how to make friends ngl... but yeah, comment, dm, like, reblog, etc. I would like to interact with y'all too only if you're comfortable with that though, and if you're not that's okay and hope you aren't too weirded out by my extremely sentimental appreciation post towards y'all.
Taglist from 2024 Activity Notes as early as March
Likes & Interactions Taglist:
@luluartpop | @studiotriggerfan397 | @elevatorkissesxoxo | @loadeddiperdrummer | @crystical33 | @shaybot12 | @some-good-juju | @alexkorn | @slayerfxx | @rejectedbat | @chillbaby666 | @1h3yad0r3m8m8 | @rodrickruleslmao | @riddlbot | @avvidarkfem | @heffleyzzn
Reblogs Taglist:
@loadeddiperdrummer | @heffleyzzn
Added to Blogs Taglist:
@ch9rm thanks for adding my gif to your headcannon blog post! I'm happy that out of all the gifs on tumblr you decided mine was like good enough to add into the post. it seems silly and small but it does mean a lot. also oof, the NSFW part... I DIED. NGL, agh! definitely seems on brand for Rodrick!
@myobsessionishockstetter thanks for adding my gif of rodrick to your post from a few months back! I know there's a lot of gif creators out there that honestly can probably make better quality images- anyways, just wanted to say that I appreciate the fact you were able to find use for my image in your blog post! love the meme images you have there lol because it's so true. How did he never pull any of the hottest girls or anyone in general in the movies. The world may never know. like he is too attractive to not have pulled anyone but I guess movie writers needed to keep those things outta the storyline since it is all about Greg and not Rodrick... but still! other family/kids movies have an attractive older brother that was able to pull a lot of people in general and somehow still make it family/kid friendly.
@solaceofacube thanks for adding my gif of Rodrick to your blog post a while back ago. I haven't played the game, but from the image of the character that was added to the post that you reblogged a while back ago I mean it's an uncanny resemblance in my opinion. DOAK Devon Bostick/Rodrick Heffley definitely would be a great Andrew Graves! I can't unsee it!
@takenbypeter I commented on your story but honestly, since I am doing an appreciation post for everyone that has actively somehow interacted with my gif images and blog in general this year, I just wanted to thank you again for adding my gif to your prompt story/imagine! It's so flippin' good every time I read it! Also, yes I tend to go back and re-read it at times, it's just a masterpiece. SO CUTE AND THE FEELS! AGH I LOVE IT!
@lydiaxdd thanks for adding the drummer gif to your blog post that I made! ahaha I don't blame you for wanting to date anyone that looks like Devon Bostick/Rodrick Heffley. He is extremely attractive!
@cxsmiclore Thanks for adding my gif of Rodrick to your fanfics taglist! it's just really cool to see which images people tend to prefer of Rodrick for certain blogs and things of that sort.
@minawritesfanfic I know I commented on your story already as well but just wanted to say thanks again for adding my gif into your fanfic! I am in the middle of reading part 1 since things got a bit hectic while trying to read up on everything, and when I left the app it refreshed on me. But I really am excited to see what all leads up to Part 5 of Backyard Boy.
BONUS: Here is the masterlist to all of my TMR Gif Sets if y'all want to request any of the 3 movies for me to add, let me know and I will scrape some time to do that. Thank you again so much for all the support on the blog and these gifs. Y'all are awesome!
#appreciation post#love you guys#thanks for interacting with my blog#thanks for liking my gifs!#Rodrick#Rodrick Heffley#Rodrick Rules#Diary of a Wimpy Kid#Diary of a Wimpy Kid Rodrick Rules#Devon Bostick#Rodrick Heffley Gif#Rodrick Heffley Gifs#Devon Bostick Gif#Devon Bostick Gifs
21 notes
¡
View notes
Text
March 1815
What a delightful night!
It was an honor being invited to one of the famous Jane Austen balls, and Aziraphale wanted to take advantage of every minute he could spend in the presence of the great writer and her friends. He was in such a good mood, he was ready to perform some miracles if he got the chance to catch some humans pining for each other. He could feel love in the air.
Everyone was wearing their best attire and the whole mansion was decorated in the most exquisitely, and donât even make Aziraphale start about the buffet! The canapĂŠs had been provided by a very talented chef that sometimes cooked even for the Queen of England herself.
Jane was an awesome host and Aziraphale was glad they managed to become good friends, as she walked with him in the big ballroom, whispering rumors in his ear about people Aziraphale never heard about before.
Everything was perfect and no one thing was weird or out of place.
At least until he noticed that his friend got distracted by someone on the other side of the room. He followed her gaze as Jane and a man exchanged a brief nod. One second later, the man had already disappeared, but not fast enough for Aziraphale to miss his yellow eyes.
The angel excused himself and moved quickly, walking in the direction where the man disappeared. Of course, there was no trace of the other, at least until he reached the door that led to the garden.
âAngelâŚâ
Crowley was leaning against the wall. He was wearing a black elegant dress that complimented his slim figure, his eyes were twinkling with mischief and his lips were stretched in a smirk.
âYou!â Aziraphale commented, while lightly punching the demon on his shoulder âWhat the hell are you doing here? I forbid you to tempt my friend Jane in any wayâ
Crowley laughed âAngel, dear, she needs no temptingâŚâ
It was already weird that Jane and Crowley knew each other, but this reply was even stranger.
Aziraphale was so lost in his thoughts, wondering why two beings that seemed so different from each other could be close (seriously a demon and a writer who was considered the queen of romance and parties) that he didnât realize Crowley had moved.
The demon was bowing with one of his arms extended, as if he was asking Aziraphale to hold his hands.
âI know you love silly dances, so would you like to give me a dance?â
Aziraphale felt his cheeks getting warmer and redder, and he couldnât understand if it was for embarrassment or delight. He turned his head around, and only when he was sure all the guests were inside, he took Crowleyâs hand and moved closer.
The music could be clearly heard from the inside and soon the angel started performing the right moves without missing a bit, while Crowley, well⌠Aziraphale didnât know why he asked him to dance when it was so obvious, he had no idea what he was doing and probably it was the first time attempting at cotillon dancing. At least they didnât have to be too close and therefore no feet got hurt.
Still, the air of the beginning of spring was chilly and it would have been nice, standing close to someone elseâŚ
When the song ended, they were standing one in front of the other, their faces just a few centimeters apart.
Damn it, sure those yellow eyes were nice and expressive. They would have looked strange to every human, but after so many centuries, Aziraphale grow fond of them. They were so representative of Crowley.
Weirdly, when the demon took a step forward, Aziraphale didnât move. He didnât want to move. As their faces got even closer, the angel felt his breath stopping, anticipating something that he couldnât even name.
Crowley moved even nearer, his face almost buried in the otherâs neck.
Aziraphale closed his eyes, ready for some kind of contact; any kind of contact was going to be welcomed at that point. But nothing came.
âSee you soon, angelâ Crowley whispered in his ear, before retreating rapidly and crossing the garden with quick steps.
Aziraphale was left there alone, feeling incredibly silly as his heart beat way too fast for this encounter not to mean anything. Â
He let his hand cover his throbbing chest, before letting his finger slide down his waistcoat.
Wait a minute, there was something inside of his pocket. He didnât put anything there, he was sure. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
He reached inside with curiosity.
A diamond. The biggest diamond he had ever seen.
Damn it, he didnât want anything stolen!
He knew the other was aware of that. He had to meet Crowley as soon as possible to give it back.
He didnât even pretend he wasnât excited about their future encounter.
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens fic#crowley#aziraphale#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#fics#fanfic#jane austen#my stuff
12 notes
¡
View notes
Text
I think I'm the only New Yorker who doesn't hate the subway.
Don't get me wrong-- the people on here can be nuts. The delays suck. And it can be dangerous. But at the same time, they're a great spot for people-watching? And I think growing up on them taught me a lot.
When I was 13, I noticed that a lot of my peers didn't like who they saw in the mirror. They'd always talk about how social media made them feel ugly, or bad about this, that or the third. I never understood. The way I saw it, people just... looked how they looked. Pictures didn't mean we all had to be that way, too. Not to me, at least.
I was also attending a visual arts high school at the time, and I noticed a lot of students' artwork on the walls. Some of them I really liked. Others, I didn't really lock them into my memory.
So I made up a game for my one-hour commute: every day, I have to look at everybody I see around me, and just notice something them that I thought looked nice or unique. No judgments, no oogling or negative comments, that's against the rules. Just... notice. And I always found something. Didn't even have to force it; it was easy.
Pretty black hair. Hooked noses. Smile-lines. Nicely-trimmed beards. A cane with stickers on them. Intimidating leather jackets. Glasses I wanted. Stretch marks. Deep brown eyes. Cool dreads.
It made me actually notice how diverse we all were. Like, damn, we really are built different, huh.
While I was doing this, I'd also take brief notes on what they were doing. Most just sat around thinking about whatever, but sometimes I saw friend groups talking. Married couples with kids. Solo riders holding poles with an engagement-ringed hand.
Strangers who I found especially beautiful often rode the rails alone? Like this 20-30-something guy with a short black ponytail & a leather jacket that I never saw again. Or this chubby light-skinned girl who was about my age-- had long, unkempt curls, glasses, and a bunch of Studio Ghibli pins on her bag. (I saw her all the time and always thought she was really cute, but never chatted her up because I'm a coward.)
And the strangers who didn't stick out to me, they often had people who loved them. Some were married, or at least engaged, or there with a girlfriend. Some had biiiig groups of friends who I could tell in that moment probably knew & cared about them deeply. And a bunch of them were alone here, but easily could've had somebody waiting for them at home, yk? Or friends & family they were on their way to see.
And why wouldn't they? Beauty is skin-deep and subjective, in the eye of the beholder. And to see that, all I had to do was just... look around. These people probably weren't models. Or social media influencers. And other people still liked 'em.
We're not supposed to be the same. That's part of the fun of living. And we're not supposed to all fit in some weird standard box. Especially one that can't even make up its mind. I remember as a toddler & a small kid, the TV would drone on and on about needing to be thin.. But now that it was 2017, I was seeing and hearing people drool over BBWs or whatever the word was. And I figured there were more important things in life than trying to fit a swaying box that's just gonna drop you in ten years, anyway.
All subjective. Kinda like the artwork that I would see on the walls.
Some of it fascinated me. Some of it didn't. And I wasn't the only one-- my other friends found themselves captivated by different pieces, ones that I didn't think much about. They probably saw things that I didn't. And none of us had a say over how much they're worth, or how much they meant to somebody.
I'm really glad I made up that game back in the day. I think it helped it helped me maintain a good body image, and deconstruct some biases I'd been taught. It also showed me that it's really easy to just... not judge people. Closemindedness is a choice. And it's a pretty easy one to persist past & overcome.
Man. I miss those train people now. I hope that they're all doing well. Wherever they may have gone.
#nyc#nyclife#nyc life#memories#new york city#thoughts#mental health#body image#my writing#writing#memoir#new york#ny#nyc subway#subway#subway creatures#brooklyn#manhattan#diversity#beauty standards#beauty
17 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Case 13 - A Cat and Rat game
[AO3 version]
Maybe because of that night, things sounded weird to the group. Ken was the kind to be skeptical and way more rational than Daisuke (whoâs skeptical but pretty emotional) so he sat on his desktop chair and thought about what was said.
âArsenemon told me. Really, he just let us do it because⌠He didnât want to see that Bakumon suffer like that.â
Despite everything, Ichijouji Ken wasnât the type to get fired up with a âcriminalâ as Daisuke and he would rather have some rivalry with Arsenemon in the same way as a detective and phantom thief have. But⌠This was still intriguing to himâŚ
Yet he had witnessed this happening before -- The time Kitagawa Kentarou was stealing armor and equipment from other digimon⌠And the time a Meicoomon was trying to follow in his footsteps. The fact he managed to have a talk with Daisuke, whoâs so determined and passionate about trying to catch him⌠Is no surprise.
The surprise was why Daisuke himself. Ok, Ken is aware Daisuke is the kind to give others a second chance when thereâs room for improvement and redemption, but⌠So far all Daisuke had babbled about Arsenemon was actually assumptions and weird theoriesâŚ
âWhy would he suddenly⌠Ask directly a question to Arsenemon out of a sudden?â
Ken was sure sooner or later they would end up asking the right questions to Arsenemon, but Daisuke did it first and without their presence⌠Also why would Arsenemon let them have a piece� Wouldn't it be more logical to make a trade, help the Bakumon and in return take the piece from Daisuke?
â... Something is off,â Ken concluded.
âKen-chan?â Wormmon looked at him from the bed. The digimon was reading an old manga about phantom thieves up there, âDo you think that Daisuke-san was the real one?â
â... What do you mean?â Ken looked back at Wormmon, âV-mon wouldâve suspected that as well, donât you agree?â
âYes, but⌠Arsenemon had pretended to be you once and Daisuke-san and V-mon didnât noticeâŚâ
â... Ok, you got me there. But he was with us until we left to take the train back home. Hikari-san lives in the same apartment complex as Daisuke, and Tailmon is smart enough to know the difference between Daisuke and someone pretending to be him.â
âBut you deceived them when you met them in this world when you were the Kaiser, right?â
âYes, but they didnât realize it was me this whole time, even when I was⌠Dropping all the hintsâŚâ
âI⌠I also name dropped you once when fighting TailmonâŚâ
âBut we were complete strangers back in timeâ he sighed, âI do think we talked to the real Daisuke and V-mon, though they werenât⌠Too invested in capturing Arsenemon now.â
âTrueâŚâ
âIâll make some tea, can I offer a cup for your reading?â
âYes, Iâd like my favorite if possible.â
Ken laughed innocently, âYes, sir.â
âSo uhh⌠I think I have to thank Noel for the tip.â
Hikari and Takeru were leaving the class with Daisuke the next day, heading to their usual spot to check if more people or digimon needed their help. But this made both kids and their digimon curious.
âWhat tip?â Takeru asked for them all.
âNoel said that itâs odd that a bad digimon wouldnât want world domination,â V-mon commented, âWe only know that Arsenemon is after those fragments, but not his real objective.â
âHmmâŚ?â Tailmon raised an eyebrow.
âI⌠I donât know anymoreâ Daisuke sighed, âThe stuff Arsenemon stole and were mistaken with the fragments were sent back to their owners later, And he helped us to deal with the fake Arsenemon-cat and now with a rampaging BakumonâŚâ
âYou mean⌠You donât feel the motivation to keep chasing him like before?â Hikari frowned.
âOf course I want to catch him!â Daisuke snorted, âBut, I donât understand what he meant by not believing him if he told us what he planned to do with the Digimental piecesâŚâ
â... Do you want to investigate that? I mean, Arsenemonâs motives?â Patamon asked.
âThatâs impossible⌠we know he only appears at night and when he sends a calling cardâŚâÂ
âThatâs a phantom thief etiquetteâ V-mon shrugged.
â... Thatâs it!â
â???â They all looked at Daisuke, clueless.
âI mean, we donât catch a phantom thief by thinking like a detective! You catch a phantom thief by thinking like a phantom thief!â
âDoes it even make sense?â V-mon and Patamon looked at each other.
âYouâre not pretending to turn into one, right?â Tailmon said with an annoying voice, âYou would get in real trouble if you do that.â
âO-of course Iâm not doing it! I mean, we just imagine what we would do if we were.â
âAh! The âimagining scenariosâ thing??â V-mon gasped, âBut Daisuke, youâre bad at this game. You donât think.â
âH-hey of COURSE I think!!â he grabbed V-mon and put it under his arm, âIâll meet yâall later, go without me!!â and he ran down the street.
âW-wait where are you going--â Hikari asked, but he was too far away from them at this point.
âSometimes I worry how Daisuke-kun would be if it weren't for usâŚâ Takeru blinked, and the other three sighed.
An hour laterâŚ
â...â Miyako, Hawkmon, Iori and Armadimon were staring at whatever Daisuke and V-mon were wearing. Yes. he went this far.
Armadimon glanced at Takeru, Patamon, Hikari and Tailmon: âWhat are they doing, dagya?â There was a certain annoyance in his tone thoughâŚ
âTheyâre trying to think like phantom thieves,â the four said, awkwardly and shrugging.
Daisuke and V-mon were wearing tuxedos, those carnival masks and top hats, with Daisuke having the goggles on the hat, and capes. The others had no idea what would the outfits help them with the imagination, but maybe thatâs because Daisuke comes from a family where being overly dramatic is in their lineage (after all both Daisuke and his sister Jun have inherited their motherâs dramatic fangirl genes) -- But none of the four (and their mons) would dare to interfere, unless they put themselves in danger.
â... Daisuke I think this is not usefulâ Ken, however, had no problem in calling him out.
âThereâs no Daisuke here! Just⌠UhhâŚâ
âGoggle Kid and Saint V!â V-mon shouted, doing a swirl with his cape.
âYeah!! That! Iâm Goggle Kid now!â
âIs this a ripoff of Kaitou K--/Saint T--â Armadimon and Hawkmon had their mouth/beak covered by Iori and Miyako.
âI think you donât need to go this farâ Ken shook his head, âNevertheless, what comes next?â
âWe uh⌠Would send a calling card about a piece,â then he just handed Ken a fake card made by V-mon, with a âVâ mark on the back, âNow you know mr. Detective what weâre up to!â
âIt says â30% discount steak bowl couponâ hereâ Wormmon read the paper and squinted his eyes at the âphantom thievesâ in front of them.
âThatâs it, weâre stealing a steak bowl,â Daisuke nodded sagely, âNow try to catch us.â
âOk thenâŚâ Wormmon used Sticky Net on both Daisuke and V-mon, but they dodged.
âYOU DIDNâT LET US TRY TO ESCAPE FIRST!! đ˘đ˘đ˘â Both shouted.
â... You two didnât say to wai--âThey ran away. The rest of the group sighed, âThis wonât end well⌠đ§â
Daisuke Armor evolved V-mon into Lighdramon outside the karaoke barâs building, and fled. The others came after him, possibly expecting things to get bad. Maybe his encounter with Arsenemon messed up his head??
But then⌠Ken remembered of an important detail:
âSo, Arsenemon casted a spell on you?â âYeah sorta, but it didnât last for much timeâŚâ
He gulped, maybe Daisuke was still under Arsenemonâs controlâŚ!!?
âOk we have to stop those idiots before they get in real trouble,â Miyako growled, "Let's see this steak bowl ticket again.â
âItâs at the end of the street,â Takeru read the ticket, âThe shop belongs to a schoolmateâs familyâŚâ
âTominaga-kunâs family, right?â Hikari looked at the coupon.
âWe must go after them,â Iori said and everyone nodded.
On their way to catch Daisuke and V-mon, Amardimon bumped into Noel and both sat falling on the floor.
âOuchâŚâ / âO-owâŚâ
âA Iâm sorry!!â Hikari and the others stopped behind Armadimon, and she gasped, âHuh, Noel-kun?â
âA-ahâŚ?â Noel blushed, ashamed, âIâm sorry!! I⌠I didnât want to bump into y-youâŚâ
âNo no, Iâm the one whoâs sorry, dagya!â Armadimon babbled, âI didnât look where I was goingâŚ!!â
âNoel-kun,â Takeru helped him to get up, and then asked, âHave you seen Daisuke-kun and V-mon?â
âM-Motomiya-sanâŚ?â He took a moment to think, then he pointed behind him with his opposite hand, âI saw him⌠riding on Lighdramon this way.â
âThank you!â Miyako smiled, and then the group went in that direction.
â... What is happening here?â Noel tilted his head.
Soleil and Lune were passing by when they saw Daisuke on Lighdramon running through the street. With some annoyance, Soleil commented with her and their digimon:
âWhat is that buffoon doing this timeâŚâ
âI sense something strange coming from him,â Lune sighed, âWell, itâs none of our business. His friends can handle it.â
âShould we do something, Youta?â Coronamon asked.
âNah, itâs what Lune said⌠We let the famous group handle it themselves.â
Then they see the rest of the 02 group coming and passing by them as well.
âYou sure we shouldnât do something?â Lunamon asked this time.
âAbsolutelyâ the two kids replied in unison.
Lighdramon suddenly stopped and turned back; he and Daisuke saw the group coming in their direction. They seemed bored already?!
âYâknow you could have caught us already if you had used your digimon evolution, right?â
âI think using the digimon in the crowd wouldâve been a bad idea,â Iori replied, gesturing to the people around them.
â... Ah, true trueâŚâ
âCan you simply give up on this ridiculous idea!?â Miyako hissed, âOr do you want us to use brute force instead!?â
âYeah! So I can find a way to catch Arsenemon with no mistakes!!â
âYou just gave him ideas,â Patamon said with a shrug.
âI know why youâre acting like this Daisuke,â Ken glanced at the other, and with a serious tone he continued, âYouâre still under Arsenemonâs control.â
âEh?!â they all (Daisuke and Lighdramon included) exclaimed and looked at Ken.
âHow-- How can that BE possible!?â Daisuke babbled, âIâm not! I just--â
âIs this like a vampire or werewolf bite, dagya?â Armadimon asked.
âHe didnât even bite me!!â
âNot literally, dagya⌠đ§â
Someone approached them and hid behind in an alley nearby their discussion. It was⌠Noel?
âWhy do ya think Iâm being controlled by Arsenemon, man!? Iâm not! Iâm doing it to learn how to think like him and then catch him all at once!!â
He canât be kiddingâŚ!! -- Noel thought; he had a grimace on his face. Has he made things worse?? By trying to make Daisuke not assume things about Arsenemon without solid proof??
âThatâs the only logical explanation for your actionsâ Ken kept his serious tone, âSoâŚâ
âSoâŚ??â The rest of the 02 group repeated.
âPucchiemon, NOW!â
Suddenly Pucchiemon appeared behind Lighdramon, out of the blue. None of them knew how it happened, or when Ken Armor evolved Wormmon before. Daisuke and Lighdramon had no chance to escape now!!
âHEARTNER BEAM!!â
âWH-- ACK!!â
Pucchiemonâs soft light hit Daisuke and Lighdramon for a moment⌠And then the fairy-like digimon just hit them in the head with his hands. Lighdramon devolved into V-mon by the hit -- K.O.!!
âCase closed,â Ken smirked, triumphantly. Until a black card with a golden cat paw flew on his face. He took it off and looked at it, âHuh??â
âA Calling Card!?â They all (minus Dai-Vee, theyâre dizzy) exclaimed.
The fancy card saidâŚ
No, Iâm not controlling your friend. Heâs doing it of his own free will đ
âW-WHAT!?â the group gasped âARSENEMON WASNâT CONTROLLING THEM!?â
â... Makes sense,â Tailmon nodded sagely, âHe had done strange things before, like that idea of turning into a villain named Daisuke Kaiser.â
âTrue/Fair/Alrightâ they agreed.
âMotomiya-sanâŚ!!â They heard Noelâs voice and the boy approaching. He was a little breathless, maybe he ran after them this whole time??
âNoel?â Daisuke and V-mon blinked, and then Noel stood in front of them.
âIâm⌠I donât know what you were doing, butâŚIâm sorry!â and he bowed his head.
âHuh?â they all didnât get it.
âA-ah, thatâs right!â Daisuke blinked, âYou helped me to understand Arsenemon a little better, Noel.â
âD-did IâŚ?/Did he??â Noel and the group exclaimed.
âYeah! When you said villains usually want world domination and power hunger⌠I was able to notice Arsenemon wasnât after the pieces because of himself. Heâs after something else with those!â
âIs he??â They also said it together.
âHe helped the digimon before, so it doesnât mean heâs evil right? And he helped us before, so⌠Thank you, Noel.â
âWellâ Ken started, âIt makes sense, and the stuff he stole and werenât real Digimental pieces he returned them back, didnât he?â
âHmm⌠Right,â Takeru nodded.
âBut we still have to catch him first and discover what his goalâs purpose is,â Miyako added, âSo you shouldnât let your guard down.â
âYeah we wonât give up hereâ Daisuke smirked, âWe gotta get faster and smarter to catch a sneaky cat-like digimon!â
They all laughed, but then Hikari looked around and⌠Noel wasnât there anymore.
âHuh? Whereâs Noel-kun?â
âMaybe he felt we were ignoring him and he leftâ V-mon frowned, âI didnât mean toâŚâ
Steps away from them, Noel walked into an alley⌠Where Espimon was, waiting for someone. What business would Espimon have with him??
3 notes
¡
View notes
Text
bras suck and are evil and not wearing one is totally acceptable and it makes me sad how many people have handy replies to that like "but my boobs are too large" or "but people will get mad at me" because i also have very large boobs but the only person who ever got mad at me for even suggesting not wearing a bra only did so when he was harassing me about heing able to see my bra straps and when i said i'd take it off he said that would be inappropriate, even though i had already been coming to work braless many times; he just hadn't noticed. he also called me letting my curly hair stay curly instead of straightening it was a neglectful look to wear to work, so his opinion can be discarded for the trash it is.
you gotta shed those societal expectation programmings that make your life worse. i'm in the process of getting a reduction after my pregnancy because i have large tits and they are large enough that removing them is considered medically necessary (though don't get me started on the criteria for that having your bra straps dig in đ) so when someone says they can't go braless because they're DD or whatever i just feel bad for whatever situation made them think that.
you don't have to not wear bras all the time, you don't have to wear only thin shirts with no support or whatever and have your nips show through, you can modify and flex your wardrobe around your needs rather than contoeting your body into a shape that isn't suiting you and makes you physically miserable. physerable
i've found 100% cotton tank tops help me feel more comfortable, but since getting pregnant and summer being heatwace after heatwave, i'm just not bothering at all and you know how many people have treated me worse for it?
zero, because nobody gives a fuck; it isn't the 1970s or even the 2000s, people wear their pjs to the mall and cosplay to work stop thing yourself to the values of a dead world.
i also don't get any pushback whatsoever for not shaving, because again, it's been more than a decade since anyone gave a shit about those things.
i live in a very liberal area now but i also go to texas and nevada every year and even in the less liberal areas around the west, nobody has ever had the gall to comment on the weird stranger's weird not wearing a bra habit. and anyone who would is already breaking the social contract of leaving people the hell alone.
i also almost never wear makeup, and have gotten people telling me they couldn't be employed without makeup......... meanwhile that has definitely never been a barrier for me.
i get that experiences vary, so the rant here really may only apply to the west/west coast, southwest, and travis county, but since the people who've given me those arguments also lived in all these places i can't really be like "oh they were in a different situation" all i can say is if your body is in pain because of something society is forcing you to do, that you can fix easily, fuck society and do the thing, take the bra off or skip the makeup or whatever. and just stand behind it until the fear dies down.
anyone can "live like this" you just have to accept that "this" is a perfectly reasonable way to live first, and that anyone putting pressure onnyou to do otherwise is being unreasonable and therefore isn't worth heeding.
i don't want to talk too much about the intersection of privilige and confidence but i know i would bring it up if i felt like this post was overlooking me, so i will say one thing: the majority of one's freedom comes from not being bothered by things that cannot effect one's material needs, and fighting like hell for things that can. societal privileges can tip the scales to make that fight easier or harder, but the fight itself is universal. if what you are battling is harder because of an axis of oppression, you still have a power inside you stronger than any passionless societal pressure. you might have different strength, your well of will might be suppoeted by different sources, maybe community or maybe rage or maybe sheer audacity, but there is always hope and a way to turn your life in the direction of making yourself happier and your needs more fulfilled. even if it's not dropping markers of femininity because they really are the edge between being treated as human and being treated as a freak. though, i know a lot of studs who have just incorporated that danger into their lives because they'd rather be masculine and in some degree of danger or struggle than feminine and accepted. we all have our different values to measure.
follow the path that makes you feel the most comfortable and fulfilled, and fuck the programming that lies to you. wear a pretty bra if you want, not because the man says you gotta.
0 notes
Text
Itâs fairly rare for Jan and I to be on break at the same time. With our differing programs, when itâs not all four of us, itâs often Jan and Adele or Damien and myself.
â- Is that everything?
- Let me checkâŚâ
He came with me to the craft shop, and weâre about done looking for stuff Iâll need to make the invitations I want for my birthday. It feels a little dumb to have him help me gather the items Iâll use for an invitation Iâm going to give to him⌠But itâs not like he doesnât know that heâs invited anyway.
â- Whereâs theâŚ
- Bottom right.
- Bottom right?â
Ah, heâs right. âTheâ, which stands for the cool set of rainbow pens I found, was in fact in my cart.
â- Cool! Then I think thatâs⌠everything, yeah.
- Okay!â
I hope I didnât blush. Whenever Jan flashes that giddy smile of his, my face feels flushed⌠but I have to reassure myself that I didnât blush. It would be too embarrassing otherwise.
Jan spins around, and weâre heading to the cash register. Though I like this shop⌠Iâm eager to leave, if just to ensure Jan is comfortable. When I noticed him rubbing his eyes⌠I abruptly realised the lights were too bright, and once I thought about that, suddenly I heard the loud music coming out of speakers all around the place, and quickly I started to wonder if there wasnât too much of a crowd walking around us.
Lost in thought⌠when someone stops Jan in the middle of an aisle, I almost crash into him. I apologetically place my hand on his shoulder, but I get shy and immediately remove it.
â- Jan?
- Hmm⌠Yes?â
The person who stopped him looks to be a young man our age, one Iâve never seen before â and by the sounds of it, Jan doesnât recognise him either.
â- JanâWow! Itâs been so long! You havenât changed at all!â
He has mid-length wavy light brown hair, amber eyes, and a little stubble on his chin. Height-wise, he reminds me of Damien.
(Meaning heâs not all that tall, but Iâm an asshole.)
â- Sorry, IâŚ
- HaaaâŚâ
Itâs hard to read the strangerâs expression⌠he looks light-heartedly bothered that Jan doesnât recognise him, but I canât see him being too surprised about it.
â- Can you remind me? Iâm so sorry.â
Jan is surprisingly calm â Iâd gather heâs not used to being put on the spot. I guess he manages to stay cool even when heâs unprepared.
(If I saw you fail sometimes, would it be easier for us to be closer?)
â- Well⌠Back then, I hadnât been able to change my name yet.â
That complicates things.
â- But⌠You were the only person I was out to. You were the only person I could talk to⌠about my dysphoria, my transition. SoâŚ
- WHAâŚ!â
Interrupting his own loud reaction, Jan slaps his hands over his mouth.
I canât help but take a step in front of him â to look at his face. With his eyes wide openâŚ
Heâs cute⌠What got into him?
â- Seriously?â he continues, letting his hands slide towards his own chin.
â- Y-Yes?
- Oh my God!â
Is he⌠shaking?
â- Itâs been⌠Seriously? Itâs been years⌠You look great!â
This is weird coming from him⌠he excitedly grabs the guyâs hands.
â- Really?
- Yes! You look awesome! I couldnât even⌠I see it now, though. Iâm so glad to see you again!
- Oh, for real?
- Yes!â
This guy⌠is someone Jan knew in the past. Itâs now that Jan recognises him that he looks surprised⌠Or rather, itâs Janâs positive reaction that surprises him.
Hmm⌠I feel a little dumb, just observing them like this. Iâll make a dumb comment to make it look like Iâm owning it.
â- Jan was the only person you were able to be out to? That sounds tragic.
- âŚAttention seeker.
- âŚOuch.â
Still holding the strangerâs â to me â hands, the flustered Jan who directs a snarky comment in my direction looks adorable.
(This doesnât look like him failing at all.)
Guy number three chuckles and does in fact turn his attention to me.
â- Well⌠I guess⌠As far as not being able to be out generally went. But Jan being the one who knew, that wasnât so tragic.
- Yeah? How did he come to know? Were you guys close friends?
- You donât have to tell him if you donât want to.â
This could feel like a critique coming from Jan, but he looks in an overwhelmingly good mood. Finally letting go of his old friendâs hands, he looks at him with some sort of⌠amazed wonder.
â- Heheh, itâs fine. You were so cool!â
Number three takes a step away to stretch, and immediately looks more relaxed. When he starts talking again, though, his voice reveals a lot of emotion.
â- I was just⌠this was in middle school. My parents are extremely transphobic, and I just couldnât⌠allow them to know. I felt like I couldnât trust anyone, so I was completely closeted.â
He marks a pause, clicking his tongue as he hesitates. I donât know what to say⌠so I wait.
â- It felt so bad⌠I desperately wanted someone to talk to about my feelings⌠but I couldnât even trust my friends. I didnât know that I could trust them to keep it a secret, or even just⌠to respect me. Well, itâs in that context that I learned about Jan.
- Learned about JanâŚ
- Learned about JanâŚâ
Both Jan and I said that.
â- Heheh! Jan was this boy who was extremely popular⌠but plot twist, he was actually nice! Whenever someone told you about Jan, they would tell you âyouâd think a popular guy like this would be an asshole, but no, heâs actually super nice.â He had a really good reputation and he looked like he was friendly with everyone.â
Of course thatâs how he was.
â- So when I would run into him, Iâd be curious, like everyone else. Plus, there was no way around it⌠He was pretty⌠So incredibly prettyâŚâ
He chuckles nervously and starts to look in the direction opposite to Jan before continuing:
â- I started to overthink it⌠His face⌠He had such a pretty face, almost like⌠So I thought⌠I thought maybe he was like me. I didnât have any proof, and actually, I didnât believe it that much⌠I just wanted to.â
I find myself blushing (though if Iâm lucky, maybe notâŚ) and canât help but take a glance at Jan. He looks slightly embarrassed, but most importantly⌠Well, Jan is very handsome. I wouldnât say he could be mistaken for a girl, but his facial traits are delicate⌠His extremely pale blonde hair contributes to that soft air of his, and when his eyes were wide open in shock just a couple minutes agoâŚ
You could see that he hides it. With his eyelids always exaggeratedly, and yet somehow tastefully relaxed, Jan wants to look cool â which he is â more than he wants to look cute â which he is.
â- I really wanted to. And with time I realised I desperately needed somebody to talk to. Thatâs why⌠I risked it, and I talked to him. And I told him.
- ButâŚ
- âŚYeah. Oops. I was wrong. That was embarrassing, huh?
- Itâs alright,â Jan reacts.
â- Of course⌠See? Being the person that he is, Jan lived up to his reputation, and he was incredibly nice. Now that the cat was out of the bag⌠It just turned out that he was the only person Iâd come out to. And because he was so nice⌠I knew I could always come up to him to tell him about my feelings⌠Even just to hang around someone who knew, and believed me.
- Aww, thatâs so sweet, though. Is that seriously how you guys became friends?
- Yes.
- Yeah! We were in different classes, so otherwise, we wouldnât really have had a reason to hang out. I always felt like such an outsider, but there was something exciting about having a secret together.
- And you always seemed to appear out of nowhere, so it was likeâŚ
- You were in constant danger,â number three says, chuckling again.
â- Pff⌠No⌠I was going to say something like⌠constant fun.â
When I asked him about it a long time ago, Damien told me Jan had always had close queer friends. If this personâs identity was a secret, then heâs probably not who Dam was talking about. Either way⌠he said âduh, youâre safe with Janâ like Iâd asked him a really stupid question. âSafer than with me, even.â (Threatening finger guns.)
â- Well⌠I donât know if you ever thought about me, in all this time, but⌠You were so important to me, and Iâm like⌠way too happy to have ran into you.
- Hah⌠are you kidding?â
I donât know how he could say that, when Jan has been smiling genuinely this entire conversation. But just now⌠his expression gets a lot more intense.
â- I almost want to cry. I didnât even recognise you. Iâm so happy to see you again.â
0 notes
Note
I'm still on the soulmate au so can you do the tattoo one with Steve :)
I love soulmate AUs honestly...nothing makes me happier.
-
Heaven Help Us - Steve Harrington
Summary: You go to the video store to rent a movie and you come away with a soulmate.
A/N: I love when soulmate AUs are all mushy but I feel like if I found my soulmate randomly I would be just like stupid over it lol. Like my brain wouldn't be able to process it at all.
Stranger Things Masterlist || Celebrate 11k with me
â° â° â° â°
It happened the summer you turned 18. You were in the process of cleaning out your closet (something your mom insisted you had to do before you left for college in the fall), trying on different clothes to decide what you wanted to donate when you turned toward the mirror and saw it. Right there on your left rib (because why couldnât it be in an easily discoverable place) was the outlined tattoo of a baseball bat with nails in it. Â
âOf fucking course,â you muttered, staring at it, trying desperately to commit the picture to memory. âItâs gotta be some weird shit.â Â
You figured, and then hoped and prayed it wasnât, related to one of those weirdos that played Dungeons and Dragons all weekend long. You thought about telling your friends but then you were worried where their minds would jump if you mentioned it. They had all turned 18 already and they had their tattoos, all of them fairly mundane and normal. Your mom had told you that she didnât meet her soulmate (your dad, of course) until she was graduated from college, living in a completely different state, thousands of miles from where she grew up. Â
âThey might not be in Hawkins,â she had said it to you when you were still 17 and still hoping that somehow itâd be something totally mundane and normal. Â
This, this would not do.Â
By the time your tattoo showed up, Steve had already had his for six months. It was a a silhouette of a black cat and it sat right inside his tricep. Heâd shown it to Robin and then, just in case, had shown it to Nancy. It wasnât for her though and he knew that when it first appeared but he had found himself kind of wishing that it was. Â
Just like your mom, Robin suggested that maybe his soulmate wasnât even in Hawkins, maybe they were halfway around the world staring at a tattoo of hairspray (that comment didnât go over well) and wondering who their soulmate was. Steve desperately wanted it to be someone he knew though, or at least someone here. He didnât wanna go halfway around the world. He didnât even want to leave Indiana. Â
âExcuse me?â You waved your hand in Steve Harringtonâs face, a last-ditch effort to catch his attention. He was just staring into space, watching the television that was mounted above one of the displays showing some cartoon. Â
âWhat?â Steve looked over at you, slightly startled, and then ran a hand through his hair. You wanted to roll your eyes at him. Of course, Steve Harrington hadnât changed a bit since he was in school. Â
âI was asking you a question; do you guys have Heaven Help Us?â You asked, âI looked under H but I didnât see it.â Â
âUh yeah, I think someone returned it yesterday,â He announced, stepping away from you for a moment. When he did, you couldnât help but notice the tattoo on his arm. His sleeve had ridden up enough that you could see part of the cat and thought fondly of your own black cat, no doubt asleep on your bed. Â
âI like your tattoo, by the way.â You mentioned, pointing to it. Â
Steve looked down at his sleeve, lifting it the rest of the way so you could see the tattoo more clearly before pulling it down and looking at you, âItâs my uh, mark.â He felt cheesy calling it a soulmate mark but thatâs exactly what it was. It was supposed to be his soulmate detector but so far itâd done nothing but bring up duds. Heâd gone on plenty of dates and still he hadnât found his soulmate. Â
âReminds me of my cat.â You explained, subconsciously itching at the mark on your ribcage.Â
âCan I see your mark?â Steve asked immediately, the movie forgotten and his full attention on you as he stared at the spot you were itching. Heâd heard about that before, his dad had told him how badly his leg itched when he met Steveâs mom for the first time. Supposedly it was a reaction that happened for some people but not everyone. (Steve was starting to wish that the rules for this soulmate stuff could be a lot more universal but it felt more like things were all over the place). Â
 âWhat? Why?â You crossed your arms in front of yourself. Â
âYou said this looks like your cat.âÂ
âSo what? Iâm sure it looks like twelve other peopleâs cats too. Just cause a blue silhouette of a cat vaguely resembles my cat doesnât mean weâre soulmates.â You replied, defensively. No way you were strapped with Steve Harrington. Sure he was cute, and funny, and you, like everyone else in middle school, had a crush on him at one point but that was then. You didnât like like Steve Harrington. You werenât even really friends. Â
âWell twelve other people havenât told me that it looks llike their cat and you keep scratching your side like it itches and that means something.âÂ
âYeah, I have an itch.â Â
âCome on,â Steve leaned further onto the counter, âone and done. Just pull up your shirt and let me see. If it isnât than it isnât and at least we narrowed it down and if it is...â Steve trailed off, not entirely sure what he wanted to say about it. Â
âItâs probably not.â There were too many crazy things that happened in Hawkins on the daily, you couldnât fathom that this could be one too. Â
âWhat if it is?â Steve pressed, eyes flicking between your shirt over your ribcage to your eyes, looking eager and somewhat interested in the possibility that it could be what he thought it was, what you thought it might be. Â
You sighed, unzipping your jacket and pushing it aside, âfine.â Carefully, you lifted your shirt up to just above the tattoo on your side, âthis is stupid though, Steve, weâre definitely not soul mates.âÂ
âHow do you know?â He questioned, âhave you met your soulmate yet?âÂ
âNo.â Honestly it was disheartening, knowing that somewhere in the universe another person existed who was your perfect match and you were here, in Hawkins, still doing the same shit day in and day out. Â
You gripped the bottom of your shirt and slowly pulled it up. Your soulmate was probably the member of some deadly motorcycle gang. A Hellâs Angel or a Pagan and you would somehow have to get used to riding around on the back of a hog even though you panicked just driving in a regular car with the windows down. Maybe theyâd be like, an axe murderer or someone with an equally terrible disposition. Â
âNo fucking way, no fucking way!â Steve seemed fairly animated about the whole thing and still your brain couldnât process what that possibly meant. âThatâs my bat!âÂ
Your reaction time was slow, processing what he was telling you. Maybe it wasnât the most complicated of sentences but the thought of Steve Harrington owning a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it. Â
âAre you also going to tell me that you abduct people on the weekends or something?â You asked skeptically as you raised an eyebrow at him. Â
That seemed to bring Steve back down to earth, âitâs a uh, itâs a long story. But, but thatâs...I mean. I can show you. Itâs in my car.âÂ
âYou have a baseball bat with nails in it just...in your trunk? Why? In case someone upsets you?â You asked, holding back a laugh. Â
âNo, but, how are you focusing on that right now? Weâre soulmates.âÂ
âThat part is gonna take a little longer to process,â you admitted, âI mean, to be fair, I came in to rent a movie...I wasnât expecting to like, meet my soulmate,â the word sounded foreign as you said it. Youâd spent weeks thinking it over and over and wondering who it could be, if they were in Hawkins or somewhere else, and now you were staring at him and you couldnât even process the information. âMuch less that itâd be Steve Harrington.âÂ
âI mean,â he shrugged, âI wasnât expecting it either.âÂ
âI donât even...know what to do.â You replied, âlike what happens now? Do we like, do we go on a date or something.âÂ
âWe can, but Iâm not watching Heaven Help Us.â He replied, making a face at the mention of the movie. Â
âItâs a good movie!âÂ
âLook, if weâre soulmates Iâve gotta level with you. Thatâs a terrible movie.â Â
âIf weâre soulmates thereâs a plethora of things I could say about your taste Steve.â You replied, raising an eyebrow at him. Â
He looked like he wanted to say something but he smiled instead, âfine, Heaven Help Us it is. But weâre watching Jaws after that.â Â
#ems 11k sleepover#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things imagine#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fic#collecting stories imagine
373 notes
¡
View notes
Text
good boy â jonathan byers
summary: you confront jonathan after a rumor you heard and this goes way better than he expected
pairing: jonathan byers x fem!cheerleader!reader
word count: 3.2K
warnings/what to expect: SMUT 18+ (MINORS DNI), popular/loser trope, making out, semi-public sex (photography club classroom), lots of dirty talk, teasing, oral (m and f receiving), pussydrunk!jonathan, perv!jonathan, stalker!jonathan, vaginal fingering, slight dom/sub (dom!reader/sub!jonathan), voyeurism, exhibitionism, multiple female orgasms, nudes, pet names (mostly good boy), very slight degradation, kinda brat/brat-taming but not really, gif is not mine!
a reblog and/or comment on my posts really help me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!
main masterlist | stranger things masterlist
That day, you and Jonathan Byers were all the other students could talk about. Two completely different people somehow had a connection. Something that linked the most popular girl in school to one of the biggest weirdos out there.
Apparently, he has a very creepy crush and/or obsession with you. A group of jocks were calling him names and one of them had the idea of smacking his portafolio out of his hands, making it fall to the ground. Tons of pictures of you fell from the portafolio and he very unsuccessfully tried to keep them out of the jocks' view. Of course they were able to see them, managing to grab a few from the ground before Jonathan could do anything about it.
It was you smiling brightly at the crowd right after finishing a cheerleading routine. You laughing next to your car with a group of your friends in the school's parking lot. There were even photos of you outside of school, which evidently was creepy considering you never hung out with Jonathan Byers. He has no reason to have photos of you, especially outside of school.
The rumor spread fairly quickly, meaning every student was aware that this weirdo has photos of you.
You'd heard random people talking about it, saying how weird he was for doing something like that. Your friends reminded you that you needed to do something before it got real dangerous, claiming he was definitely a stalker (some even claimed he's definitely a serial killer).
But you weren't as upset as you should be. Yeah, it's weird. Yeah, he shouldn't be taking photos of you and keeping them to himself without your permission. But...deep down, you were intrigued.
You didn't know he had it in him. You never expected shy-looking Jonathan Byers to be chasing you around town to see what you were doing. To have so many pictures of you to stare at...it was kind of exciting.
Your friends would kill you for thinking like this. That the idea of him wanting you so bad he just has to follow you around and keep pictures of you might turn you on just a little bit. They would think you're insane for actually enjoying the idea of having Jonathan as your stalker.
To your luck, you were running a little late that day, which meant the halls were relatively empty when you spotted him walking outside the photography club. He didn't notice you were there until he turned, his behavior immediately changing the moment he saw you walking towards him.
He was nervous, standing there like a lost little puppy while he tried not to make eye contact with you. He has the audacity to follow you around, yet crumbles to pieces the second he sees you in school? You shouldn't be enjoying that little detail so much.
"Hey," you said like it was nothing. Like you aren't talking to the guy that has a concerning amount of photos with your face on them.
"HâHey," he mutters, barely able to look at you.
"I'll be honest with you, Jonathan," you started, crossing your arms across your chest. He gulped, expecting you to start insulting him or something for all the rumors. "You're weird. Taking photos of another person without their knowledge is weirdâ but, oddly enough, I'm not as mad as I should be."
"You...are not?"
"No," you shake your head. "I actually think it's kind of flattering."
"Flattering?" he says in complete disbelief, not able to look away from you when you grab the doorknob of the door right behind him. You open it, gently pushing Jonathan inside.
"You're not busy, are you?"
He shakes his head.
"Is there anyone coming to this room any time soon?"
He shakes his head again, which made you smile because everything was going according to plan. You turn around to lock the door, meeting the curious gaze of Jonathan Byers. "What are you doing?" he dared to ask.
"It's just for privacy...not like you care much about that, anyway," you replied sarcastically, which made him look away from you. "Relax, it's a joke! I said I was flattered. However, I wonder...why take photos of me?"
He realized you were expecting an answer, but he didn't know what to say. It was clear to you that he was very nervous, which only encouraged you to continue.
"Why take so many pictures just of me?"
Jonathan was blushing at this point, avoiding looking at you at all times. He was embarrassed and you loved it. "Don't make me say it..." he mutters.
"Oh, but I'll have to make you if you don't," was your reply, which totally caught him by surprise judging by the look on his face. "I want to hear it from you."
"IâI took them because...because I like you."
"Like me?" you repeated. "But you don't even know me," you added, faking a very innocent-sounding voice.
"I know, but...I mean, you're popular. I feel like I know you at least a little bit..."
"Or maybe you feel like you know me so well because you like to follow me around town?"
Once again, he was silent. You were enjoying this a little too much. To bring the stalker down by reminding him how much of a perv he is. There was a brief pause before you finally blurted out, "Have you touched yourself while looking at them?"
He looked mortified. "What?! I..."
You move closer, which made him take a step back, bumping into a desk that prevented him from creating more distance between the two of you. And he could've moved. He would have escaped you if he really wanted, but he simply stood there as you moved to be right in front of him.
"You like seeing my face when you're jerking off?" you asked further. "To imagine you're about to cum on my mouth rather than a piece of paper?"
"Shitâ I...I don't knowâ"
"Come on, Jon," you interrupted in a sweet voice. "Wouldn't you love to cum in my mouth?"
"Iâ yes. Yes, I'd like that."
You grinned. He's been broken.
"Do you think about that when you masturbate?" you insisted, trying very hard not to kiss him already.
"Yes," he finally replied.
"Good boy," you quickly said, leaning closer as both of your arms wrapped around his neck.
You could feel his trembling hands resting at your sides the moment you kissed him. It was easy to tell Jonathan was still very nervous, so you move a hand to his hair and tangle your fingers in it, pulling just slightly. That earned you a positive reaction, so it encouraged you to do it again.
He opened his mouth just enough so your tongue could reach his, deepening the kiss. Your bodies are pressed now, and you could feel his bulge growing already.
As you continued to make out, your hands traveled to the first button of his short-sleeved shirt, starting to make your way down until you opened it entirely and removed it from his pants, fingers tracing up and down his newly exposed chest before reaching further down to grab his belt.
You pull away and immediately get on your knees, enjoying the way Jonathan couldn't seem to keep his eyes away from you, almost hypnotized by your every move. To be completely fair with him, he couldn't have known this would be happening- ever.
People like you never turn to look at people like him. You could have any other person that you wanted, someone much more interesting and less awkward than him. He's just the weird kid that walks around with a camera and can't seem to keep a single friend. You are the head cheerleader everyone adores. Why would you ever be interested in him?
But now he's locked in a room with you when both of you should be in class, and you're on your knees right in front of him. It's like a dream come true.
You leave tiny kisses on his lower stomach, earning a few soft moans from him that were just music to your ears. He's so cute, even when he's about to get his dick sucked. Never breaking eye contact, you start to unbuckle his belt before focusing on removing his pants and boxers.
A louder moan escapes his mouth when you grab his cock and start pumping him in a slow rhythm, enjoying seeing his reaction whenever your hand would move up and down. Then, your fingers focused exclusively on his tip, gently brushing against him as you see his frustration growing because you're not touching him properly.
"What's wrong?" you asked, as if you didn't have a clue why he looked so frustrated.
"Please..."
"What is it?" you insisted. "You'll have to use your words, Jon."
"I want to feel your mouth on me."
You grinned, not wanting to waste your chance to tease him even further. "And where do you want my mouth, baby?"
Jonathan sighed, visibly about to lose it, but deep down he was enjoying the things you'd say to him before encouraging him to keep talking too. "On my dick," he eventually says, all flustered as his cheeks turn a darker shade of red.
"That's my good boy."
You're not sure if the sound that left Jonathan's mouth was due to the fact that you said he's your good boy, or because you licked the length of his dick before you put it inside your mouth.
One of his hands moved to the back of your head almost immediately, his hips starting to rock back and forth as you continued to bop your head, making sure to take your time teasing his tip with your tongue before taking as much of him that could fit inside your mouth.
"You look...so pretty," he compliments, watching as you suck him off so eagerly, like your life depended exclusively on pleasing him. "So pretty."
Moans would repeatedly leave his mouth while you continued to work on him. What seemed to almost make him come undone was the fact that you pulled away just so you could spit on his cock, using that as lubrication to pump him with your hand while your mouth worked once again on his tip.
You could tell he was close just by looking at him. All you could do was look at him doe-eyed, silently pleading for him to fill your mouth with his load. You needed it just as badly as him.
Eventually, he spoke again. "I'mâ shit, I think I'm close..."
You let out a sound, trying to let him know there was no problem with that. It took just a few seconds before he let his loudest moan out, his cum filling your mouth. It was unthinkable to leave any drop going to waste, so you made sure to swallow it as it kept pouring inside your mouth.
When you take him out of your mouth, he leans to gently grab your face (completely contrasting with what you were just doing) to pull you into a kiss. You were surprised he was willing to kiss you after you sucked his dick, because not many guys like to do that.
Yet, Jonathan hungrily devoured your mouth with no intention of ever letting you go. His hands were resting on your ass, squeezing the flesh there. The gesture made you moan against his lips, feeling how your clothed pussy rubbed against his pants ever so slightly, enough to make you want more.
His lips found your neck as you lean your head back to give him more space. He was practically sitting on top of the desk with you on top of his leg while you craved more friction, wishing to be completely pressed against his pants.
"Can I return the favor?" you heard him ask against your neck. "Please..."
You grinned. "Yeah? You want to make me feel good now?"
"Yes, please. I'll be good, I promise."
"Oh, I don't doubt it. Is this another one of your little fantasies? Have you thought about eating me out in my cute little cheerleader uniform?"
"Fuck...all the time."
You moved back so you could look him in the eye. He was confused when he noticed you pulled away, but you could see the shift in his eyes when you gently sat on top of the desk, legs wide open for him.
He got on his knees almost immediately, and you had to keep yourself under control because you couldn't get enough of the fact that he was so eager and so willing to do absolutely anything for you.
Jonathan began kissing your inner thigh, each contact of his lips with your skin closer and closer to where you needed him the most. He looked up at you, looking so incredibly adorable as he made sure he was doing a good job.
You let out a soft moan the second you feel his lips kissing you on top of your underwear, feeling his tongue licking a single strap upwards just a second later.
He reached up to take off your underwear. "Can I take these off?" he asked before doing any other movements, as if there was a chance you'd ever say no.
You got up from the desk and took your own underwear off, knowing he would probably take his time with it and you really needed to feel his mouth against you.
"Someone's eager," he jokingly commented once you were seated again.
The comment made you grab his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy. "How about you put your mouth to a much better use?" you half-warned, not enjoying his little joke.
Jonathan didn't argue, immediately burying his face in between your legs. He was hungry and desperate, like he's been waiting for this to happen for as long as he can remember. His eagerness made you that much desperate, still pulling at his hair.
He was being loud and messy, not caring to get your juices all over him or making obscene noises as he continued eating you out. It was quite the show to see him so desperate to make you cum.
"You feel so good, Jon," you say as a way to encourage him. "I bet you've been dreaming about this, huh? To have me all to yourself with your tongue buried deep in my cunt?"
You could feel Jonathan's moans against you, the sensation making you want more of it. That's why you decided to keep talking.
"You're gorgeous, baby boy. And you're so good to me...such a good little boy, about to make me cum all over his mouth."
He started sucking on your clit hard, but it didn't feel painful in the slightest. It just encourages you to keep talking. "Look at you. A massive pervert chasing me around town, yet you fold the second I give you just a little bit of attention. It's so hot."
You practically had to hold back the scream that you almost let out when Jonathan started rapidly fingering you, two of his fingers curled and knuckle-deep inside of you, moving at an impossibly faster speed.
Jonathan continued to suck on your clit and finger the life out of you, and all you could do is moan and curse because it feels so good.
You imagined that by the time you reached your orgams he would stop, yet despite the fact that you just cum all over his fingers, he didn't stop. If anything, he was only fingering you harder.
"Jon..." you were able to let out, too stimulated and sensitive to say anything else.
"Who's folding now?" he asked as soon as he pulled away from your clit.
"Asshole," you mutter right before another moan comes out of your mouth.
"Am I your good little boy or am I an asshole? Make up your mind."
"Fucking shut up," you simply replied, feeling your second orgams rapidly approaching.
Once again, you thought he would stop. That when he noticed your pussy clenching around his fingers and your legs closing shut he would leave you alone. But he didn't. He continued to finger you like you haven't already cumed two times in a row. You tried to get him to stop, but his fingers were still inside of you and his tongue was once again playing with your extremely sensitive clit.
"Jonathan, please..." you had to beg in between wimpers, but he wasn't pulling away. "I'm too...oh, fuck fuck fuck!" you blurted out, feeling yet another orgasm spreading across your entire body. You really didn't know how much of this you were able to tolerate. The pleasure was just too much, and you doubted your body could handle a fourth orgasm. You practically had to pull him by his hair and close your legs shut so he could give you a break. If he wanted to get back at you for what you said earlier, he definitely did by now.
He finally decided to let you rest, standing up to give you a kiss instead. Once again you were surprised by his duality. He was holding your hips so delicately, kissing you so gently...he looks nothing like the guy hungrily eating you out just seconds ago.
You accepted his kiss almost immediately, hands tracing up and down his chest as you two continued to make out, this time much more gentle than before.
Suddenly remembering something, you pulled away from him. He was confused, watching you reach out to grab your backpack that was on the table too. "I almost forgot," you said, grinning when you found what you were looking for and handing it to him. "I got you a little gift."
Jonathan waited for you to reveal what was the gift you were talking about, looking at the white envelope with his name written outside with curiosity. He looked at you for a few seconds before opening it, his eyes widening when he realized what was inside.
"I thought you'd like those type of photos a little bit more," you commented, watching him go through each and every single one of them, scanning your naked body and appreciating all the poses you did for him.
"A little?" he asked, amused.
You noticed he was getting hard just looking at the pictures, so you gently grabbed his dick again to slowly stroke him, earning a positive reaction from him. You continued to jerk him off while he looked at more of those pictures.
"I'm glad you like them," you started, finally letting him go as you stood up from your spot on the desk. "They can help you out with your little situation."
"But..." he started, confused as to why you're putting your panties back on when you were just helping him get fully hard again.
"What, you want my help?" you interrupted. "Next time try not to tell so many jokes and maybe I'll stick around to help you."
"That's not...it's not fair."
"I don't care," you replied, grabbing your stuff before you walked closer to him to give him a quick kiss. "Enjoy your photos."
Without giving him time to reply, you walked over to the door and unlocked it before walking outside the photography club. You knew Jonathan would probably have to stay there a few more minutes with your photos to get rid of his erection, and you really hope he figures out what to do before someone finds him in that room, completely naked and holding very inappropriate pictures of you.
You enjoyed playing with Jonathan so much, you cannot wait to have your stalker all to yourself again.
#jonathan byers#jonathan byers x reader#jonathan byers smut#jonathan byers x fem!reader#stranger things x reader#stranger things smut
292 notes
¡
View notes
Text
So What?
Y/n walked down the halls to find her best friend, getting the overwhelming feeling sheâd be stuck walking into class alone, when she finally bumped into someone she knew. âOh, great.â She mumbled irritably.
He turned around with a grin. âWell, hello, y/n.â
She rolled her eyes at his cocky grin. âWhereâs your brother?â
The question just made his grin grow wider, making your patience even thinner. âWouldnât you like to know.â He teased.
She let her eyes wander around the halls to avoid eye contact when her eyes landed on him, sighing in relief, she pushed past his brother and hurried off to Tom. âHey.â She said happily.
He looked up from his book. âNice of you to wake up early for once.â He teased.
She laughed. âMy parents are going to cut me off if I miss school to sleep in.â She explained.
He looked over her head, his eyes stopping on something that made his eyebrows furrow. âMattheoâs staring at you again.â He whispered.
She quickly spun around to meet Mattheoâs eyes, turning back around so quick she almost fell over.
Tom helped her stand. âYou alright?â He asked concerned.
She put a hand to her head. âI swear if he hexed me Iâll burn the little bastard.â
Tom chuckled. âNow I might just help you with that.â
Before y/n could say anything else, the teacher opened the doors for everyone in the class to walk in.
The whole class was a blur, mostly because y/n was asleep through half of it and hurrying to copy off of To âa notes during the other half, paying no attention to the teacher whatsoever.
Tom had to talk to one of his teachers before the next class started, which left y/n waiting outside on a bench alone with a book until class started.
Mattheo, who had grown bored of his friend group, walked off to bug y/n, sliding onto the bench and taking the spot a little too close to y/n.
She didnât glance up from her book or move. âWhat?â She asked calmly.
He raised a brow. âNo snarky comment? Hm.â He hummed. âAre you feeling alright?â
She rolled her eyes. âWhat do you want, Mattheo?â
âAh, thereâs the tone I was looking for.â He grinned. âWhatâre you reading?â
She clicked her tongue. âYou could check the cover, you know.â
He shrugged. âIt would sound so much better coming from your lips than mine.â
She shut her book, her finger holding the page she was on, snapping her head to look at him. âWhat do you want, Mattheo?â She repeated, this time a little less calm.
He smirked. âMaybe I want to help with your anger issues.â
âMaybe you should work on yours first.â She said back.
He laughed. âWe could work on it together.â
She rolled her eyes. âIâd rather burn. Over and over. For eternity.â
He shrugged. âI could make it worth your while.â
She raised a brow. âWhatâs your angle, Riddle?â
He looked away with a small grin. âThereâs no angle. I just think we could help each other out.â
âHave fun finding someone for that because Iâm not your girl.â She slipped a small piece of paper into her book before getting up.
âBut you could be.â Mattheo mumbled, but y/n had already walked off with all her things.
His shoulders slumped. âGreat.â
Tom walked over to him laughing. âDid you seriously think whatever you were planning would work?â
Mattheo scowled at his brother. âItâs not like youâve tried getting with her. Why is she so difficult.â
âSheâs not into like that.â Tom said in a âduhâ tone.
Mattheo scoffed. âAll the girls are into me like that.â
Tom shook his head and laughed a little more. âNot the one you like like that.â
He rolled his eyes. âI donât like her like that, Tommy.â
âThen stop going after her, because I swear on my life and hers I will make yours a living hell if you break her heart or mess around with her for kicks. Got it?â Tom said sternly.
Mattheo put his hands up, a familiar teasing grin growing on his face. âItâs not that deep, brother.â And with that he walked off, another grinning glance at Tom before going straight ahead to see if he could find y/n.
He didnât see her until school was over, when the clouds were making weird shapes up and the colors were changing from the sun going down, the black lake always looked prettiest at this time of day, which is why Mattheo chose to walk alongside it, also in hopes heâd find a weird creature in the water and draw it.
He came across y/n when he was walking back to the school, she was laying on her back, her head rested on her book bag, with a different book in her hands than she was reading hours prior. He walked over to her confidently.
âHey, gorgeous.â
She sighed. âWhat?â
He sat down beside her. âSo this is what you do after school?â
She rolled her eyes. âQuidditch practice was canceled today.â
He nodded. ���Totally forgot you were on the team.â
She glanced at him. âIs there any reason youâre here or what?â
He shrugged. âJust wanted to know how you were doing.â
She pulled a piece of paper put of her robe, handing it to Mattheo without looking away from her book. âYou read that and tell me how you think Iâm feeling.â
His eyes scanned over the paper. âAn animagus? Seriously?â
She shrugged. âNow Iâve got to wait for my uncle Newt to come down here and talk to me about everything.â
Mattheo handed the paper back. âSo you canât go home?â
She shook her head. âApparently my brothers tore up the place pretty bad and theyâre trying to get it under control.â
âSo why donât you just stay with me and Tom?â
She snorted. âBecause itâs you and Tom. I swear both of you donât know how to not argue, especially when youâre trying to do something âimportantâ.â
Matthe scoffed. âWe do not!â
She raised a brow. âSo weâre just gonna play that game now?â
He shrugged. âI meanâŚâ
She rolled her eyes. âYouâre an idiot if you think you donât argue with your brother a lot.â
âJust stay with us.â It came out more as a plead than a suggestion, which was not Mattheoâs intention at all.
Y/n laughed. âBeg me.â She joked.
He rolled his eyes. âOh, ha ha, very funny.â He said sarcastically. âJust stay with us.â
She glanced at him from her book. âIf I do will you go away?â
âMaybe.â He said.
She shrugged. âFine. Just let your brother know so itâs not a surprise or anything.â
âOkay.â Mattheo got up. âDid you finish the other book?â He asked, stopping himself from running off to find his brother so he could talk to y/n some more.
She looked up at him. âYes. I had most of my classes to read through it.â
âHow long have you had this one?â
âSince lunch. Why?â
He grinned. âNo reason, no reason.â
âWhy?â She repeated, this time sternly.
Mattheo looked down at her. âYouâll find out.â He winked at her before running off to find Tom.
When Spring break rolled around, y/n, Tom, and Mattheo went to Tom and Mattheoâs mansion they inherited when their dad mysteriously passed away.
Y/n explored a little since it was a bit of an upgrade from where the Riddle brothers were staying when she last stayed with them.
She stepped into a dark ish bedroom with lots of books. She walked over to the blinds and pushed them open so she could get a better look in the room.
âI usually like the curtains closed.â Mattheo said, scaring the shit out of y/n.
She turned to him with a hand over her heart. âWarn a girl next time, Mattheo!â
He laughed. âSorry, sorry.â
She continued to look around. âYou know, your room is the darkest one in this whole house. And the most gloomy.â Her eyes landed on the bookshelves. âExcept for the books. Theyâre gorgeous.â
He chuckled. âYou can go ahead and take some if you want. Iâve read all of them so I donât really care.â
She raised a brow before laughing. âYouâve read all these? Like actually, actually? Youâre not screwing with me?â
He shook his head. âIs that a surprise?â
âYes! In all the time Iâve known you, Iâve never seen you open a book.â
âYou donât spend any time in the library.â He stated. âThatâs where I am during my free time.â
âWhen youâre not walking around the lake.â She said.
He laughed. âYou stalking me?â
She rolled her eyes. âDonât flatter yourself, Mattheo. Iâve seen you walking around like a loner because I spend most of my time by the lake. Itâs where some of the hot guys at our school swim so itâs a pretty good view.â
Mattheo clenched his jaw before letting out a forced laugh. âI forgot you like staring at strangers who are half naked.â
She shrugged. âIf theyâre hot, theyâre hot. I gotta stare.â
âYouâre not like⌠staring at them like that, are you?â He laughed. âCause that would be weird.â
âOh, like how you look at me?â She said, raising a brow as a grin pulled at her lips.
He chuckled. âNow, darling, I think youâre just seeing things.â
âOh?â She asked, walking over to him. âSo if I were to take my sweater off youâd keep looking at my eyes?â
He laughed awkwardly. âWell, I think a lot of people would look, honestlyâŚâ
She raised a brow. âIf your brother was changing youâd look at his chest?â
He rolled his eyes. âNo. Obviously not.â
She nodded. âBut youâd have a problem looking in my eyes instead of at my chest?â
âWell youâre not my sister so I can look.â
âWell now you just sound like a creep.â Y/n teased.
Mattheo scowled. âWell now youâre not being fair.â
âOh no?â She grinned, unzipping her hoodie and sliding it off her arms. âMy eyes are up here, Mattheo.â
âScrew this.â Mattheo mumbled annoyed. He cupped y/nâs face gently before pulling her in and pressing his lips against hers.
She pulled away for air after what felt like a short time period. âYou do that to all the girls who try to take their sweater off?â She asked dumbfounded.
He shook his head and laughed, his hands still cupping her face. âYouâre so blind sometimes, y/n.â
She raised a brow. âAnd youâre not?â
His eyebrows furrowed. âNo?â
âYou sound unsure.â She teased. âBut you are.â
He rolled his eyes, pulling his hands away. âYou are more than I am.â
âIâve been in love with you since I met you.â She said quietly. âAnd you never noticed.â
He grinned. âSo the flirting was getting to you?â He teased.
âIâll cut your throat.â She said quickly.
He chuckled. âIâll take my chances.â He pulled her in for another kiss, pulling away when he heard footsteps getting closer to his room.
She quickly pulled back and stood by the bookshelf, getting a book off the shelf quickly. âWhatâs this one about?â She asked calmly.
Matthe cleared his throat. âUh, uhm⌠werewolves.â He said after clearing his throat.
Tom knocked on the door frame. âHey, thereâs hot water on the stove right now. Iâve got to stop by the market to get some more stuff for dinner. Iâll be back in an hour or so.â
Mattheo grinned at y/n as Tom walked off to get his shoes on and leave for the market.
#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle x reader#hogwarts#tom riddle#riddle#fanfic#mattheo x y/n#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter#slytherin#deatheater#hufflepuff#ravenclaw#gryffindor#xochmagoch#the power she holds#original series
1K notes
¡
View notes