#both angry at their girlfriends XD

[moreorlez]

Same energy.

#Lexa #commander #heda #commander lexa #alycia debman carey #sister beatrice #warrior nun #kristina tonteri young #boss bitches #same energy #i see no difference #Both handling their weapons #both angry at their girlfriends XD #avatrice #clexa

[celaenaeiln]

Based on the posts I've been reading, the Titans rlly dislike Bruce xD

Do you have a list of stuff of the Titans clowning/making fun/hating Bruce? 👀

If there's too many (omg is it??), maybe just your faves or those that rlly impacted you

They do!!

I had the post mostly done in my drafts when I saw your ask and decided this was the perfect opportunity to finish it!

BUT I DEFINITELY HAVE MORE!

The tug-of-war between the two groups comes from the fact that Bruce canonically has codependency issues with Dick. He honestly needs his son at all times for everything.

The source of Bruce and Dick's relationship problems all sum up to this:

Nightwing (2016) Issue #7

"I wanted to give him the freedom to make his own choices. To do things his way, even if that meant making mistakes. And then...well, then I blamed him for how difficult it was for me to let him go."

He's so, so proud of Dick but he refuses to release him to be free. When Dick manages to get away Bruce hisses and shrieks in rage and fury and hurt that Dick left. Even those long stints where Dick was ignoring Bruce after being fired or after Jason's death, Bruce never ignored Dick. Sometimes going as far as stalking him like at the circus.

This one is post-Jason, pre-Tim era.

The New Titans (1988) Issue #61

Ignoring the self-realization backtrack, it's applaudable that Bruce was even able to get those words out at all. Usually it's just heavily implied.

So the reason why Bruce hates the Titans so much is because they're his biggest threat. They have the possibility of taking Dick away from him forever and he's terrified of such a future.

It wasn't originally like this though. In the beginning when Dick said, I'm gonna hang out with the Titans, Bruce'd be like "Sure, Chum, have fun!"

Teen Titans: The Silver Age Issue #1

But as Dick grew older, there was increasing animosity between the Titans and Bruce. It got so bad that Bruce gave Dick an ultimatum: Me or the Titans. Choose.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #101

"I know, I know...I'm late. Titans Business. We just shut down Brother Blood for...good.."

"Save it."

"Look, I don't know how many hundreds of people we rescued from Blood's cult, but it was a pretty important mission."

"I said save it."

Nightwing (1996) Issue #101

But here's where it gets worse. Bruce and Dick are too busy fighting that they both missed Clayface recovering, obviously in the end they defeat him but neither of them are happy for the oversight which leads to the final scene.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #101

Bruce literally fired Dick because he couldn't stand him staying with the Titans.

"Robin is my second...my lieutenant. Anything less that total devotion to this cause is simply wasting my time."

Devotion to the cause or to you, Bruce? He's freaking Batman. He's done solo runs and Dicks done solo runs as Robin just fine but for some reason whenever the Titans are involved, he loses his goddamn mind.

But hey. Bruce isn't the only one who gives Dick an ultimatum.

Titans (1999) Issue #15

Damn, Roy.

He came out swinging with a chainsaw.

Both sides want Dick for themselves. About 80% of the Titans problems with Dick lie in the fact that they want him to have nothing to do with Bruce.

Batman (2016) Issue #19

Titans (1999) Issue #15

They just want Dick's priority and loyalty to be to them, undivided. Unfortunately, Bruce expects the very same-only it's for himself.

The Titans get so angry at Dick for going back to Bruce and Bruce gets so mad at Dick for favoring the Titans. But Dick loves both of them so there's literally no winning for him. The successful periods for Dick are when both sides comprise for him.

They're willing to work together to protect him though.

Titans (2008) Issue #1

Outsiders (2003) Issue #50

The instant de-escalation at protecting the reputation of Nightwing and her girlfriend. Not to mention how it was Batman who wanted to keep the dirt off Dick.

But the issue is, like Victor said,

Titans East Special

Titans are family.

But Bruce can't bear for Dick to have a family of his own that's not him.

#dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #alfred pennyworth #roy harper #arsenal #victor stone #cyborg #dc titans #titans as family #cl anon asks #thanks for the ask!

[j3ankimorit4]

Goldenheart headcanon about how sexual interest awoke in Ambrosius xd (This is cringe, I warn you)

Ambrosius has just turned 18 and companies are taking the opportunity to propose more "mature and adult" projects and collaborations.

One of them is an advertisement for men's perfumes. Where they wanted to imply how he had become a handsome and strong man. Ambrosius isn't comfortable with this and hates the idea, especially after reading the script where he says he literally has to be in his underwear posing and subtly touching another person. He was someone reserved in that kind of thing and in sexual matters he had never gone beyond a passionate kiss with his boyfriend.

His mother, Lady Goldenloin, likes the idea, plus they would pay him very well and it would be a very interesting controversy that would keep them in the media. Ambrosius goes against it and confronts his mother (the woman ignores him because she sees it as "a tantrum")

Ballister supports and comforts him. But inside he feels a bit jealous and uncomfortable thinking about how his girlfriend would be flirting and touching someone else. He knew it was just acting and he wouldn't be serious, but the feeling was still there. Ambrosius felt the same way, he thinks that he would surely be unfaithful to Bal without wanting to.

This situation stresses Ambrosius too much, to the point that he only talks about it with Ballister all week. One day, fed up with his mother only reminding him of the commercial, he yells at Ballister:

- I DON'T WANT TO HANDLE AND TOUCH DEEPLY ANOTHER PERSON OTHER THAN YOU!

The latter instead of making Bal blush and angry, gives him an idea and he decides to audition for the role. On the other hand, Ambrosius dies of shame for the barbarity that he had just said and apologizes a thousand times. Meanwhile Ballister was thinking about how to get that part.

Luckily he gets it, the company wanted controversy, so why not put the future first commoner knight alongside gold back? This would blow up all the media and social networks. THEY WOULD BE TRENDING. Above all, the paper would do him good since it was a tribute to the commoners who prostituted themselves in the 19th century.

This made Ballister feel uncomfortable and even slightly offended, especially when he remembered that he had to be almost half-naked in front of many cameras. But he didn't give it much importance, he would do anything for his beloved boyfriend. He decides not to tell him anything and surprise him.

The day of the shoot arrives and Ambrosius couldn't be more angry and uncomfortable. He hopes that Bal is in the studio supporting him, but he can't be found anywhere, which makes him even more depressed. It wasn't until he walked into his dressing room that he found Ballister sitting in his chair, cross-legged, flushed, wearing only black boxer shorts and a sweet fragrance smelling all over his body. Seeing all this, Ambrosius's embarrassment multiplied a thousand times, almost fainting from love and lack of blood in his nose when he saw his boyfriend.

Anyway, he took a few hours to film the scenes. Both young men were very shy and did not dare to touch each other so thoroughly. But they couldn't be happier and more in love, they couldn't stop looking at each other and throwing passionate glances of desire.

As expected, the commercial was a success and the perfumes sold like hot cakes. Not to mention the comments and controversies that were on the internet for a long time.

After that, Ambrosius became obsessed with the commercial and watched it in private whenever he could.

#nimona #nimona 2023 #nimona ambrosius #ambrosius goldenloin #goldheart #goldenheart #ambrosius x ballister #ballister x ambrosius #ballister boldheart #headcanon #nimona headcanon

[kaypeace21]

m*leven vs byler parallels

Caring, letters, truth and superheroes:

Mike tells Will he exchanges letters with El cause she's his gf. Later mike throws El’s letter (about becoming a “superhero”) in the trash. Then Mike explains to Will, that he had a fight with El (and he probably can’t mend his romantic relationship with her). 

during that prior fight: Mike says he “ cares” for El. And El responds that he “CARES” but doesn’t love her- and can’t even say it out loud to her or in his letters . Instead his letters say “from mike” . Even the flowers he got her had a card that says “from mike”. Mike then tries changing the subject (of him not loving her) by saying El is important to him and  a “superhero”. El then says “not anymore” to mike's offiscation.  El later sends Mike the letter about re-becoming a “superhero” (she signs the letter "from el"- probably symbolically showing their relationship is probably over). Which is why mike then throws the superhero letter into the trash.

Mike wonders why he couldn’t say he loved El to her face (before she left). Will says to Mike it’s hard to “say how you really feel” about  people you “CARE” about because they may not like  the “TRUTH”. On one hand it could reflect Will’s fear. But it also reflects Mike’s fear of admitting to El he doesn’t romantically love her-because It’s something she wouldn’t like.

After mike threw out el's letter , Mike states the “TRUTH” is he misses Will and was worrying too much about El.

Brenner later tells EL “superheroes’ are stuff of fairytales and the “TRUTH” is not that simple, and she cannot hide from the “truth” any longer (even if it freightens her). Aka - (symboliically) the “truth” El doesn’t want to face is that Mike doesn’t “love” her romantically and her trying to become a “superhero” again won’t change that “truth”. which was earlier  illustrated by Mike throwing out her “superhero” letter . In s3 -4: we see mike/EL dating eachother but both are called out for lying to one another (their whole romance is the antithesis of “truth”-but instead lies.)

lumax and byler

Will asks if mike is angry at him, cause he stopped “talking” to him. Then Will mentions how mike and El share letters (and mike barely talks to him). But Lucas says he’d rather “talk” to Max and doesn’t want a letter (paralleling how Mike threw El’s letter away so he could “talk” to Will). Mike literally throws the letter in the trash like a basketball (to parallel lucas further).

 Both pairings had a falling out between seasons. lucas says to max “it’s like you’re not even here anymore”. And Mike says “I don’t know maybe I feel I lost you”. Max/Will take the blame for the fallingout. But Lucas/mike correct them and take responsibility.

After this Lucas says  he didn’t loose Max ,but he just wasn’t using his eyes to see what was infront of him. dustin: the world is full of the most obvious things that no one by anychance ever observes. Lucas to max : "But i SEE YOU NOW" .  cough oh look at byler staring at eachother.

Not to mention Will getting the courage to eventually show the painting to mike... is almost a loose parallel to the letters. So for byler the painting may spur a "talk" about the "truth" of their feelings. A piece of paper can only mean so much. But if the painting said "love Will" that would be a nice touch too.

It seems like mike and Will are almost contrasting. Mike can't say he loves El even in letters. And Will seems like he's about to confess any minute to mike (and his painting may symbolize his romantic love for mike).

Also another very obvious byler hint:

They fight in an arcade (cough a place they used to hangout together). Will says "what about us?" Which initially alarms Mike. Then when Will brings up how they haven’t been talking ,but mike sends el letters . Mike uses the excuse that she's his girlfriend. And again Will says "and us?" . And mike quickly states they're "friends". Will is this close to calling out their relationship. I swear. And Mike protested too much. XD

Also don’t get me started on how robin mentions a movie (dr zhigiago) and says its about "doomed love" - and then we see the m*leven fight. The film has a subplot about 2 siblings having the same love interest. Heck Yuri even yells about his brother taking his wife. Like ok. Suspish. And no I don’t think the "doomed love " is the queer ship -like it usually is.

why? well robin mentions vickie and not being able to confess. Then right after robin shows the "doomed love" video to Steve. But Steve said earlier to robin. She doesn't have to worry about confessing to Vickie cause she's clearly queer like robin. So does Will have nothing to worry about cause mike's also lgbt?hmm

My opinion:

Mike is still processing his complex feelings but ... my oblivious son will eventually get there eventually. Honestly wouldn't surprise me if Will confessing to mike is what makes mike finally realize his feelings for Will.

also "cool" parallel.

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #el hopper #max mayfield #lucas sinclair

[noirofhyrule]

I made a one-shot, hi :>

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

1519 Words, lol

Warnings: Bad english, fluffl... a lot, little smut- Ghost i'ts so cute pls-ooc-ish?

Based on this gorgeus drawing: https://www.tumblr.com/nintendobl00d/706343312018341888/stararch4ngelqueen-i-cannot-stop-thinking-about

Si quieren versión en español ahí me dicen xd

Kisses

Simon slept on the large mattress in his room inside the base of operations, where he was not alone. He was sharing the bed with someone else. 

Next to him was a woman, who was hugging her waist, he wanted to feel her close to him, he wanted to feel her warm skin on his, rough and cold. 

He couldn’t refuse, ever since she slept with him the first time, he decided he wouldn’t let her go from his room anymore, not even when she was angry with him, they would always end up cuddling under the sheets, looking for warmth and caresses from each other. 

“Simon… Are you awake?" 

Asked the girl, gently caressing his face, coming closer to kiss his lips affectionately, looking at him with a certain tiredness in her eyes, it was still early, and it was cold outside, she didn’t want to get up, let alone leave him in bed, they always woke up and got up together. 

Simon hearing her voice, grunted a little and stretched slightly. 

"Now I am”. His British accent was creeping into his gravelly voice from being freshly awake. 

“Shit, sorry”. The woman replied, moving her lips closer to him, barely brushing against his skin, just wanting to be closer to him. 

“It doesn’t matter”. Simon finished breaking the tension between the two of them, approaching her to give her a soft kiss, although clumsy; he didn’t want to leave the bed either, he felt too comfortable, with her in his arms, and covered by a sheet that kept them both warm. 

“We have to get up, there’s practice today, remember?” She asked him, however there was no answer from him, only a grunt and a squeeze to her waist, as a denial, he didn’t want to get out of bed at all. 

“Simon,” she tried to speak to him again, cradling his face in her hands, looking up at him. 

He smiled in love, feeling her warm hands on him always made his heart skip a beat, quickening his pulse, wanting more of her affection. 

The girl seeing him smile couldn’t help kissing him, kissing his lips, his nose, his light beard that was starting to grow, his marked and straight jaw, that whenever she kissed his made her sigh, his cheekbone and also very close to his dimples, kissing his lips again. 

“Go on” he asked, but she denied and let out a small laugh, more awake now. 

“I will if we can get out of bed” . He replied with a soft chuckle, taking his hands to gently remove them from her waist and kiss them, starting to get up as she grabbed her clothes, starting to get dressed, putting on her pants. 

“Humn” Simon growled, watching her get dressed. 

“What?” Asked the curious girl, who was looking at Simon with interest. 

“You look better without clothes”. 

“Oh, shut up”. She threw the pillow at his face and he let out a small laugh. 

She rarely made him laugh, and when she did, it was genuine, soft and made him forget how cruel and bloodthirsty he could be. 

With a heavy blush, the girl continued to dress, to finish and start brushing her hair. 

The funny thing was, since Simon’s room was empty, she was able to bring some of her things in there. 

“Wait”. Simon spoke, taking her comb and starting to brush her hair for her. 

Ever since she had been injured on a mission, where her arm was broken and her rib equally so, he had secretly learned to braid her hair, using three strings to weave it as fine as possible. 

It took him several days, but he had succeeded, since then he combs her hair in the mornings, more or less. 

Once he was done, he grabbed his clothes as well, dressing until he finished putting on his boots. That’s when his girlfriend held the mask up to Ghost, looking at him a little blushing, despite loving both versions of him, always seeing Ghost was like a very deep fantasy. 

Simon seeing her blush, smiled under the mask and slipped his hands under her shirt, touching her skin, squeezing her waist lightly, starting to lift it slowly, inviting her back to bed again, but not to sleep. 

“S-simon”. she gasped, stopping him a little embarrassed, she knew they were waiting for them and she didn’t want them to suspect anything. 

“I know that face. You can’t hide anything from me”. 

Hearing him talk so serious put the girl at a disadvantage, separating herself still nervous, his hands were warm, and feeling how he grabbed her waist like that, almost made her surrender. 

“No, Johnny is waiting for us, so is Kyle”. 

That made him sigh, maybe out of frustration or maybe annoyance, she still couldn’t quite figure it out. 

When she noticed Ghost leave, she nodded, she would be with him in a moment. 

~ • ~

Once they arrived at the training room, she was somewhat chagrined, as she had been slightly late. 

Soap was underneath Ghost the moment she entered, resisting his weight on the floor, who was still willing to not give up. 

Gaz was there, watching them with some trepidation.

“Hey, do you know why Ghost is so upset this morning? He wouldn’t let Soap get up from there”. 

“Really? Poor Johnny, I still don’t know how he put up with so much”. 

To Ghost’s luck, listening to his girlfriend, he flinched slightly, especially that pretty lipstick that showed off her white skin. 

She never wore makeup, that was a first, would she go out?, did she have something to do afterwards?, why was she wearing lipstick?, was it for someone else?, why had she never worn lipstick for him? 

That made Soap take advantage and he could get rid of the brit on top of him. 

~ • ~

The training was over, even though Ghost had won, Soap was able to defend himself thanks to that little flinch he’d had.

No one knew about their relationship yet, and for Ghost, no one was supposed to know. No one. 

She was his priority, his need to stay alive and fight, his weakness. 

And it was just as well, because a ghost wasn’t supposed to have weaknesses. 

Gaz decided he wouldn’t train with Ghost, not if he was that upset, if Soap could barely handle him, Gaz didn’t even want to imagine what could happen to him.

The woman smiled, watching as Gaz and Soap retreated, mostly for some ice for Johnny’s shoulder. 

Now that they were alone, the girl took off her sweatshirt and walked over to the ring, a large blue mat on the floor, to cushion the blows. 

Ghost noticed this and let out a mocking grunt.

“How about a three-way?" 

Ghost attacked first in response, the girl barely dodged it. She hadn’t expected him to be so annoyed, was it because he had refused her wish to be with her a little longer in bed? 

She laughed, it looked like a tantrum. 

"Come on, Simon, you can’t possibly be upset about that”. 

The man grunted, again trying to throw her and count a stitch, but failing. She was fast. Faster than he was. 

Ghost laughed a little. 

“You’re playing with fire. I don’t think you want to go on”. 

She walked over to him and as she climbed on top of him, it took her work to throw him to the ground, slightly suspecting that he had left her win. 

“Yes, I want to go on. I want to keep being with you, Simon.” With a heavy blush, she moved up to kiss his lips over the mask, moving up to kiss more of his mask, leaving traces of her lips with the lipstick. 

“That lipstick, you’ve never used it before”.

Ghost spoke, watching as he parted, taking her waist and starting to reach through her clothes, just so he could enjoy the warmth of her skin. 

“Y-yes, it’s new, do you like it?” she asked in love, looking at him with a smile, lifting her mask slightly to kiss his real lips, skin to skin, feeling the warmth of them and how soft they were. 

“It looks good on your skin”. 

With her in his arms, he stood up. 

So it was true, he had let her win. 

He smiled beneath the mask, taking her face and stroking her cheek with his thumb. 

“Thank you, Simon… y-your mask…”

Ghost sighed and stood up, letting the girl sit on his lap, looking into the room mirror, noticing the lipstick stains. 

Truth be told, inside, he was glad, they looked perfect to him there, he wanted to go out and show off how his pretty girlfriend kissed him so much, even with his mask on. 

With a smile, he looked at her, taking off his mask and grabbing her from behind her neck, to pull her closer to kiss her once more. In need of her lips and her affection. 

She had no choice, but to respond to the kiss, content to feel Simon’s warm embrace. 

#ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #simon riley fluff #modern warfare #ghost fluff #ghost x oc #Ghost x Wynter

[mimiii-3]

amh maybe this sounds weird, but hey this request is inspired by a scene that i really like from modern family where jay asks gloria, is she angry? then she says "i don't know, if you do something then i am but if you didn't do anything then i'm not" then jay replies that he didn't do anything and gloria says then i'm not mad but in the end gloria says "i'm mad but i'm Latin so I can feel whatever I want "

it made me laugh xd well in summary I wanted some headcanons in a similar situation where the boys ask mc if she's angry and mc answers them like gloria hehe for dorm leaders pls tkm :')

Hi Anon! Thanks for the request :)

Twst boys react to reader being mad at them

Note/warning: female reader, funny, fluff

Extra note: I’ve never watched modern family so I had to look up the scene Anon was talking about. I quoted it word for word in the first dialogue part.

. . .

Twst boy: You mad at me or something?

You: I don’t know. Did you do something to make me mad? Because then I am. But if you didn’t, then I am not.

Twst boy: I didn’t do anything.

You: Then I am not mad.

You(whispering to grim): I am mad.

. . .

Riddle

• he’s just as sensitive as you so he starts to get mad too

• both of you are just going back and forth for a while

• feels bad about how things turned out so he heads over to your dorm to apologize

• says he’s sorry and gives you a much-needed hug

“If I’m being completely honest, I don’t even remember what we were mad about.”

Leona

• ‘why is this my life’

• doesn’t feel like playing the guessing game so he sends ruggie out to go buy you something

• gives you the gift instead of just saying sorry because he’s so stubborn

• feels a weight lifted off his shoulders when you accept

“Listen woman, next time something’s bothering you just tell me so I can fix it.”

Azul

• has no idea where to start

• tries to stay strong but gives up pretty quickly

• he is literally groveling

• will strike a deal in your favor if it will speed up the forgiving process

“What can I offer to make you forgive me? I’ll give anything, baby. I swear it.”

Kalim

• begs Jamil to help him

• can’t really read between the lines

• hugs you and nuzzles your neck

• smiles at you like he’s completely innocent

“Sorryyyy. Can we hug it out?”

Idia

• his worst nightmare has become a reality

• begs you to tell him what he did wrong

• ‘w-w-was it something I did?! Am I bothering you just by breathing?!”

• this probably makes you feel bad so you just directly tell him why you’re mad

“How about we talk this over a B.G.?”

Vil

• truly believes he did nothing wrong

• although he will admit he can be slightly ‘difficult’ at times

• buys your favorite flowers before making his way back to your dorm

• takes one of your hands in his free one and gifts you the bouquet

“Excuse me. You can stop being mad at me now.”

Malleus

• this incident has definitely inspired him to buy the book ‘how to take care your girlfriend for dummies’

• poor baby is stressed

• goes over the top with gifts

• he knocks on your door, holding an array of all your favorite things

“I’m so sorry, Dearest. Please forgive me of my transgressions.”

#twisted wonderland #headcanon #twst headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction #twst leona #leona kingscholar #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #twst vil #vil shoenheit #twst kalim #kalim al asim #twst malleus #malleus draconia #twst idia #idia shroud #twst azul #azul ashengrotto

[writers-ex]

kinktober: final lap

street racer!yuna x gf!reader

word count: 672

warnings: dom!yuna, g!p, deep throating, dirty talking, angry sex, talks of multiple rounds

a/n: i'm highkey proud of this idea thanks to @ifseul for the idea of deepthroating bc i was going to do riding... xD i'll just be posting this and maybe a soft trick or treating hc with each member but enjoy the end of this spooky month and my final writing for kinktober <3 and thanks for putting up with my willy-wonka posting schedule TwT you're asks will be answered with time

cheers erupt as the opposing team's car crosses the line beating yuna by a hairline. they jeer and taunt her as she stays in her car watching them head to collect their prize. she gets out of the car and takes off her helmet with a pissed-off look as she looks directly at you giving you a face that says 'follow me'. trailing behind her you head to the garage nearby and wait for her next words. 

you met your girlfriend at a race your friend invited you to attend, only those with invites could make it past the bouncers at the entrance. being close to influential people they would close off one side of the highway and paid off the police to have their monthly circuits. stumbling across one race away from your friend you see a beautiful girl exit a car with a bright smile from her latest win she looks in your direction and you both could've sworn it was love at first sight. yuna took you for a ride afterward to get to know you better, some car sex, and a few races later you became lovers coming to each event to support your girlfriend with her garage shirt and a short skirt to let her get a peak at what she would be rewarded with tonight. 

however, those few times yuna lost could mean many things and you've learned to handle her angry outbursts. waiting for her to tell you what to do or trying to figure out what would calm her down you watch yuna lean against her workshop table with her arms crossed. getting closer to her by stepping into the light she remembers your presence and immediately pulls you closer to her. roughly kissing you until you both eventually had to pull away to catch a breath, yuna unzips her racing suit letting you see her bulge. pushing your head down so you were facing it she pulls her underwear down and slaps your face with her dick. 

"we're not leaving here until you're in tears, now get sucking." looking up you see her cold gaze and decide to comply hoping she'll calm down a bit after this. opening your mouth you lean in and take all of her at once making her growl. "remember doll i'm cumming in your mouth and i better not see any go to waste." before you have time to answer her yuna starts thrusting herself into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. 

not stopping even when you gag and cry out she continues fucking your mouth relentlessly. "ugggh doll your mouth is so hot, i can feel you drooling. you're taking me so well..."' letting out a loud moan she increases her speed making tears fall from your eyes as you feel light-headed. gripping your hair she keeps you still and continues on until she releases into your mouth hard and fast making you swallow every last drop as she stays in you. you manage to break free from her grasp and open your swollen mouth with staggered breath showing her your empty mouth. 

rubbing your head she smirks proudly. "good girl but...we're not done here." pulling you up your knees feel weak from kneeling down for so long you lean against her for support as she drags you to the winning team's car that stayed overnight in her garage waiting to be transported back to them in the morning. she rips your shirt and panties off leaving your skirt as she presses your chest against the hood of the car. feeling the cool metal against your boob you shiver and try to look at yuna with pleading eyes. "y-yuna what are you-" 

shoving your face back down she lets out a dark laugh. "they played dirty to win and so will we doll. i'm not leaving until this whole hood is painted with our cum." lifting up your skirt she immediately enters you starting what would be one of many more rounds that night.

#hannie.writes #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #itzy smut #yuna smut #itzy yuna smut #yuna x fem! reader #yuna x fem reader #yuna x f reader #gxg smut #yuna hard hours #yuna hard thoughts #yuna x reader #itzy hard thoughts #itzy hard hours #itzy x fem!reader #itzy x fem reader #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #kpop smut #kpop kinktober #itzy yuna #yuna #yuna imagines #street racer!yuna #g!p yuna #g!pitzy

[blaisenova]

the consequences of enjoying someone's company

Xina Kwan had always been able to make Miguel smile even when no one else could. Maybe a little bit TOO well...

or:

Miguel O'Hara visits with his ex-girlfriend turned friend, Xina Kwan, until, like always, things don't go quite as planned, and Miguel has to explain some rather strange truths about himself, such as why Xina could see fangs when he smiled.

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the world needs more xina and miguel content, and i am all too happy to supply it.

xinamiguel lovers, this one is for you!! they're not explicitly stated to be together, so it can be read as either platonic or romantic, but it is entirely possible to read some of what happens as romantic tension. THIS IS CANON COMPLIANT, OKAY?? WE CAN'T KEEP PRETENDING THAT THEY DIDN'T STILL KINDA LOVE EACH OTHER EVEN AFTER THEY BROKE UP IN THE COMICS. dana lovers, beware of dana slander. i'd say i'm sorry but it would be a lie. we stan xina here.

also, an extra bonus for those of you who just want to see miguel be a guy for once. oh yeah, that's right, in this ao3 fanfiction i offer you a miguel o'hara that ISN'T just angry all the time. you wanna see this man have a good time? you wanna see him interact with someone without being an asshole the entire time??? you wanna see how this man acts when he's not under the pressure of holding together the entire multiverse??????? WELL HERE HE IS. comic accurate miguel. come get y'all juice.

gentle reminder that i also take requests if any of you have an idea itching at the back of your brain but don't wanna write it XD

content is below the cut because it is LONG. ao3 link is in the reblogs as always. please enjoy!! <3

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It would be impossible to overstate just how much Xina Kwan meant to Miguel O’Hara.

The two had known each other from the time they were young children, back when it had felt like it was them two against the world – and, really, the sentiment wasn’t too far off considering how desperately Kron Stone had wanted to make their lives living hell, up until he decided they didn’t deserve their lives at all – and to say that they were close would be an understatement. So close, in fact, that once they’d matured from intelligent youth to genius adults (and Miguel, from an arrogant child to an even more arrogant adult), the two had gotten together.

Then, of course, Miguel had ruined it by being his selfish, self-absorbed self; though, in the moment, he hadn’t thought it was a mistake to leave Xina for Dana. There’d been a part of him that regretted hurting Xina the way he had, but Dana was a gorgeous, loving woman who never thought him any less than perfect, and Xina… Xina hadn’t let him be content in being the bastard that he was. At the time, he hadn’t liked that about her.

Now, after it was already too late and Miguel had ruined things with Dana, too, he could see how stupid he was for choosing what was easy over what was best. Just another failure to chalk up to the heroic Spider-Man.

It was true that Dana loved him, and it was even true that he loved her back, but it had taken a lot of suffering and bullshit to realise that loving someone wasn’t necessarily enough for them to be good for you. He probably should have known that already, considering the state of his own family, but that would have required any level of self-reflection, and that was still a rather new skill for him, all things considered.

What he knew now, though, was that Xina had never apologised to Miguel’s dad on his behalf, claiming that he didn’t mean his vitriol when he did. Xina had never tried to love George O’Hara when they both knew he didn’t deserve it, and she certainly hadn’t tried to convince Miguel to love him, too. Dana believed that he’d cried at his father’s funeral because he genuinely felt sorrow, and Miguel hadn’t had the heart to tell her otherwise. Somehow, even after everything, she still didn’t seem to understand that some people didn’t deserve love or pity, and that, even if George somehow did, Miguel would never have deigned to give it to him. Though, there was also a part of him that found himself wondering how she hadn’t seemed to get that he didn’t deserve it either.

Complicated and distressing feelings aside, there were simply things that Dana let Miguel get away with that she shouldn’t – like being arrogant, and “pompous” (or so Xina had said, at least, and, frankly, Miguel was starting to believe her), and uncaring towards the world that so desperately needed to be cared for – and there were things she wouldn’t let go that she should – like his relationship with his father, and his mother, and Gabriel, as if she hadn’t hurt him, too; as if she didn’t use the fact that Gabriel used to love her to keep him from being angry with her.

If honesty was what you were looking for – something Miguel had never been very good at, especially when it came to the difficult truths about himself – he would say that, despite his initial regret over his hasty break up with Dana on the day that he found out about his biological father and the truth of his… condition, it was a bit of a relief. They had been in love, but that wasn’t enough. Miguel had adored her, but she’d made him a worse person and he’d hurt her in kind, and, while he might not have cared about that fact before, he did now.

Running from the difficult confrontations and hiding in easy love that allowed him to fester in his grief was a choice he’d made back when he’d cheated on Xina, but he could see now that it was a poor one.

And, really, if honesty was what you were looking for – which, really, was asking a lot of Miguel – he would say that he missed Xina. Maybe not necessarily in a romantic sense (though, he couldn’t quite be sure), but it didn’t really matter, when it came down to it.

There was a reason that Miguel had insisted so fervently that LYLA be fixed. Sure, maybe it was, in part, due to her comforting familiarity in a time that was, undeniably, full of the terrifying unfamiliar, but it was also because LYLA was a product of Xina; she was a constant reminder of the person that Miguel had cared for so much and, frankly, still did. He hadn’t wanted to let that go, and maybe that should have told him something even before things ended with Dana, but Miguel had never been very good at facing difficult feelings. That’s why Dana had been so addicting, and why he’d wronged Xina when he shouldn’t have.

Xina had always been a bigger person than he had, though, and, somehow, she’d found it in herself to forgive him for what he’d done. If Miguel still wasn’t so afraid of what voicing his relief and appreciation might cause, he’d thank her. Maybe one day.

For now, though, the two could be friends as they once were; or, at least, something close to it. It was a nice change of pace, to be able to talk to someone that didn’t want something from him, one way or another. Though, admittedly, that was likely, in part, due to the fact that Xina’s expectations of him were still depressingly low.

It hurt a bit, but Miguel was aware that he’d more than earned it.

For now, mercifully, the difficult conversations could wait, and Miguel could pretend to be nothing more than Miguel O’Hara: bastard of a man that was doing his damndest to become less of one; not Spider-Man and whatever being him meant.

Or, at least, that was what he’d thought. He’d never really been that fortunate.

“Miguel O’Hara,” Xina exclaimed with faux fury, a hand placed firmly on her hip and a brow quirked upward as she attempted to bite back her smile behind a snarl. Her other hand laid casually on the door handle, and Miguel could already see all sorts of twencen junk just a few feet inside her home. “And just what, pray tell, are you doing here?”

“Xina Kwan,” Miguel returned, matching her energy as he, too, placed his hands on his hips and scowled. “I should ask you the same thing.”

Losing the fight against her amusement, Xina desperately tried to obscure her laugh with a scoff. “I remember you being smarter,” she mused. “I live here, as a matter of fact.”

As if the notion was news to him, Miguel’s eyes widened, and he straightened up, making a show of looking around the doorstep and peeking past her shoulder into the house before he raised his brows. “Well, sure enough,” he hummed. “Fancy that. May I come in?”

Sighing, Xina allowed a smile to slip onto her face, and she pushed the door aside, gesturing half-heartedly. “Yes, I suppose, but don’t touch anything. I don’t know what you’re contaminated with.”

“Charming, as always, Xina,” Miguel hummed as he entered. He fixed her with his own smile, and, like usual, took care to ensure that his fangs remained concealed. “I was going to say you were a better doorman than that robot of yours, but now I’m not so sure.”

“What’s wrong with Jack?” The words were accompanied by the sharp slam of a door, and Miguel couldn’t help but to smirk as he turned to see the annoyance on her face.

“He still calls me ‘Miguel the creep,’” he hummed, idly picking up some sort of blocky looking plastic brick with buttons on the side and some sort of antennae coming out of the top. 

Immediately, Xina smacked his hand, and Miguel hissed at the feeling but placed the object back on the table nonetheless. “Does he?” she asked, eyes wide as if she genuinely didn’t know. Which was shocking bullshit. “That’s so strange. I wonder who taught him that.”

“I have a few ideas,” Miguel murmured, rubbing his hand with a pointed look.

“Well, now, let’s not get accusatory.” Xina straightened the item he’d moved, brushing it off gently. She paused, examined the object once more, then moved it slightly to the left before nodding affirmatively.

All the while, Miguel could only watch in muted fascination. “What is that thing?”

“Some twencen tech!” she immediately chirped, eager as always to talk about her number one favourite hobby. “It’s called a ‘walkie-talkie.’”

Miguel’s head cocked to the side, a brow raising. “A whatie-what?”

“A ‘walkie-talkie,’” Xina repeated slowly, grabbing his ear and pulling it to her lips as she spoke, much to Miguel’s chagrin. He batted her away, though couldn’t quite squash down a smile. “It’s basically what they used before holo-messages. I just wish I had another one so I could use it for something besides collecting dust. They only work with a pair,” she huffed.

Again, Miguel picked up the object, taking care in his movement, and, this time, Xina let him. He turned the walkie-talkie curiously in his hands, impressed by its weight when it supposedly had such a simple function. He’d never really understood her obsession with the twentieth century. From what he’d read, things really weren’t all that much better than they were now. He’d been working on a goober – though LYLA liked to call it a gizmo, mostly to spite him, he’s sure – to potentially see for himself in another universe, if he didn’t, y’know… die in the process.

That was later Miguel’s issue, though, and a worthy risk if he might be able to bring Xina a matching machine to complete her set. He didn’t get her obsession, but he didn’t have to. It was important to her, and that’s what was important to him.

Almost inaudible in his concentrated confusion, he mumbled, “Qué extraño…”

“What was that?”

“I said ‘super cool.’”

With another huff, Xina took the artefact from his hands once more, placing it back down onto the table. “Yeah, alright, you liar.”

Despite the practised angry tone, Miguel could see the way her lips quirked up in a smile, and he couldn’t help but snicker a bit. She’d always known him too well to believe nice lies. It was part of the reason why Miguel used to be so afraid of her, though the admission was something he still hadn’t quite come to terms with. Afraid was a strong word, but it was also an accurate one. Miguel was afraid to be seen for what he was, because he was even more afraid that he was something not worth seeing. Xina had never seemed to agree with that sentiment, though.

“Okay, maybe I don’t get it,” he admitted, hands on his hips once more.

“Of course you don’t,” Xina returned, cruel teasing words accompanied by a sweet smile. “I was always much smarter than you.”

“Har, har,” he said sarcastically. “Very funny.”

“Who said I was joking?” Then, before Miguel could respond, “how are you and… Diana, was it?”

“Dana.”

“Yeah, that one,” she said, snappily enough that it was clear that she’d actually known the answer all along, which Miguel was well aware of, considering how LYLA had returned to him with intricately coded insults specifically in Dana’s name. “You haven’t talked about her in a while. Did you two finally break up?”

Without missing a beat, Miguel fixed her with a sarcastic smile. “Yes, actually! Thanks so much for asking.”

Despite the nature of the question, his answer seemed to genuinely catch Xina off guard, her eyes going wide and mouth falling open. Her eyes searched his face as her brows furrowed, a mixture of guilt and some kind of indecipherable relief shining in her gaze as the gears turned in her mind and grasped for a response. It was almost amusing to see Xina so stumped when, normally, she was so quick on the draw. There were very few times that Miguel had seen her well and truly left without words, though, unfortunately, the twinge of bitterness and healthy dose of grief made it difficult to enjoy to its fullest.

“Congratulations,” she blurted, then immediately cringed at herself, a hand coming up to her forehead with an audible smack, and, admittedly, Miguel’s eyes widened a considerable degree, too. “Wait, fuck-” she backtracked. “That’s not what I meant at all. I’m sorry, Mig-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Miguel hastily interrupted, pushing down hurt and hiding it behind a quirked brow. “What did you just say?”

Shrinking in on herself, Xina cringed again. “Congratulations?”

“No, no, not that,” he said, and a hand waved her off almost dismissively. “The other thing.”

“I’m… sorry?” she tried again, brows furrowed in confusion. Her arms, which she’d wrapped tightly around her shoulders, loosened their grip, though the tension didn’t leave her.

Miguel shook his head with another wave of his hand. “Not that either. The f-word.”

Eyes narrowing, Xina tilted her head forward. “Fuck?”

A short, breathless laugh fell from his mouth. “Oh, my god,” he nearly whispered, his eyes wide behind his sunglasses. “What are you, a millennial?”

“Wha-” Again, Xina’s eyes went wide, and her hands fell from her shoulders completely. “Miguel, are you kidding? That’s what you’re upset about? Me saying fuck?”

Face deadly serious, Miguel nodded once more as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Nobody says ‘fuck’ anymore. I know you’re into the whole twencen thing, but cursing is a sacred thing. You need to act like a civilised human being and say ‘shock.’”

As if she was entirely unsure how to react, Xina’s mouth still hung open uselessly, her eyes searching Miguel’s almost urgently. When all she was met with was his carefully practised mask of apathy, she managed a surprised scoff and picked her jaw up from off of the floor. Miguel, to his credit, managed to hold himself together, too, and raised a brow.

“You’re unbelievable,” she sputtered.

“Thank you,” came the response.

Then, “No, you are genuinely…” but she didn’t finish, the words trailing off, and Xina’s eyes narrowed once more. She leaned back on her feet, managing to actually look somewhat intimidating despite how much shorter she was than Miguel. Her arms crossed, and she fixed him with an unimpressed look that made his skin crawl just a bit. “I see what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he lied through his teeth, trying desperately to keep the tension out of his shoulders.

“No, no, you are,” Xina insisted, no longer falling for his antics. “I’ve known you since we were kids, Miguel. I know all of your stupid little tricks, probably better than you know them yourself.” She approached him, and, really, despite Miguel quite literally towering over her, he still felt small under her glare. “I’m gonna apologise to you, whether you like it or not.”

“Xina,” Miguel began uneasily, giving her his best attempt at a placating smile. “Come on… Let’s not be rash. I cheated on you, and you told me ‘congratulations’ when I broke up with my fiancée. We can just call it even.”

“Alright, first of all,” Xina began, a finger waving in Miguel’s face.

“Oh, boy.”

“Those two things are not comparable,” she hissed, though Miguel’s attention was mostly on the way that her finger moved in front of him. “And second of all-”

“Right.”

“I am better than you.”

“Uh huh.”

“I apologise to people when I hurt them, even if they don’t deserve it.”

“Oh, great.”

“So, I- Are you even listening?” 

At that, her hand stilled, and Miguel frowned, his eyes refocusing on her face. “What?”

“Unbelievable.”

“I’m kidding! Come on, let’s just forget about it,” Miguel practically pleaded. “We can watch one of those twencen movies you like. One with that actress you really like, uh…” He trailed off, face screwed up in focus, mumbling, “ay, ¿cómo se llama?” then, with a snap of his fingers, “Marilyn Monroe!”

Xina placed her hands on her hips, brows furrowed as she eyed him. “You’re really sad about it, huh?”

A scowl found its way onto Miguel’s face once more, and he ran a hand over his face and through his hair in exasperation. “Ámi, I don’t know how I can be any clearer that I do not want to talk about it, or even think about it, for that matter.”

“Alright, alright,” Xina relented, raising her hands in surrender. There was a beat before she snickered a bit, shoving Miguel’s arm with a smile that was a bit too soft. “Look at Miguelito! He grew a heart, eh? What’d you do with the real Miguel?”

Despite the teasing, Miguel couldn’t help but to return her smile. “I guess someone got fed up with his ‘pompous’ attitude and killed him,” he answered, and the two laughed.

In a way, Miguel knew that it was irresponsible and selfish to hold all of his hurt as close to his chest as possible only to inevitably lash out when someone happened to push the wrong buttons. More than anything, he was terrified of being like his father; or, step-father, rather. George O’Hara had chosen the worst possible way to express his feelings, and it had, admittedly, left Miguel terrified to express his at all. It felt safer to just keep them to himself, up until the point that he couldn’t take it anymore and ended up taking it out on someone else, and, in the moment immediately after, Miguel realised just how much like George O’Hara he really was.

The thought was enough to make him feel sick, and it just made him work even harder to be everything his father wasn’t, for better or for worse.

George O’Hara never would have taken up the mantle of Spider-Man, and, even if he had, he certainly wouldn’t have used the position for any damn good. Knowing the bastard, he probably would have used his abilities to come up with new and improved ways to torment his family. If Miguel couldn’t say he was better than his father in any other way, at least he could say that he was better than him in that.

Still, there were more days than Miguel liked to admit that he wondered whether he was doing the right thing by trying to use his powers for good, or if he really was just using it to boost his own ego like Gabriel had accused him of.

“Hey,” came Xina’s gentle call, her hand pressed against his bicep gently, grounding him. “Have you ever heard of Pac-Man?”

Miguel was quiet for a moment, then, “not even once.”

“Oh, man,” she said, her face cracking into a smile, “prepare to have your mind blown.”

To say Miguel’s mind was not blown would be an understatement. Of course, he knew by now that the things Xina found to be completely mind blowing were entirely different from the things Miguel would be impressed by, but, even with reasonably low expectations, this was a disappointment. She’d led him through her house, skillfully weaving around the organised clutter of twencen artefacts, then stopped – with the biggest, proudest smile Miguel had ever seen from her – in front of a rectangle with two buttons, a stick, and a screen. He raised a brow at the thing, then peeked over to Xina again.

“Well?” she prompted, gesturing to the box and confirming that Miguel wasn’t mistaken and that the real thing wasn’t hidden behind the rectangle. “What do you think?”

Again, his eyes slid over the thing, and, yeah, it really was just a couple of buttons and a stick, but, nevertheless, he smiled. “Consider my mind blown.”

“Yeah, alright,” she huffed. “Thanks for humouring me. I swear it gets better.” Xina beamed as she pulled the cabinet away from the wall with some degree of effort and pulled what looked to be some sort of tail from the object. Miguel watched in muted fascination as she stuck the thing into some sort of specially made device that connected the thing to the building’s power source… with a wire? Who would want that?

All at once, the thing’s screen flared to life with so few neon coloured pixels that they barely even made shapes but, somehow, managed to be bright enough to hurt anyway, making Miguel flinch even behind his sunglasses. Coupled with the almost ear-piercing music and sound effects that accompanied it, he could safely say that he was less impressed than he was bothered. As Xina once again turned her smile to him, gesturing to the screen with all of the enthusiasm of a child, Miguel wouldn’t have dared to say it aloud.

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” he said, and that much, at least, was true.

“I know, I know. It’s pretty awesome,” Xina bubbled, and her smile turned mischievous. “The best part? It’s two player.”

That made Miguel raise a brow in genuine interest. “It’s a game?”

“Finally have your interest, huh?” she teased. “It is a game. One of the first, actually.”

Miguel peered at the screen again, watching yellow pixels dart across, occasionally followed by red, blue, pink, or orange. His head cocked to the side, and he took a bit of a hesitant step closer. “How do you play?”

With a snicker, Xina rubbed her hands together before lacing them together and pushing them forward with an accompanying crack. “Watch and learn, rookie.”

As it turned out, Pac-Man was actually a relatively simple game; you (the yellow munching thing, though Miguel did not get an answer as to what it was other than “he’s Pac-Man!”) needed to travel through the maze and eat all of the dots (why, Xina couldn’t tell him) and avoid getting touched by the multicoloured “ghosts” that would chase you throughout the map (which, again, Xina couldn’t explain, but maybe it didn’t matter). There was also fruit that occasionally popped up for some reason – though all it really seemed to do was increase score – and bigger dots that turned the ghosts blue (“Xina, there’s already a blue ghost.” “Well, these are bluer.”) and made them edible, apparently. Though, the ghosts never stayed dead; whereas Pac-Man only got three lives. Miguel commented on the unfairness of it, but Xina didn’t seem particularly interested.

So, all that said, it should have been a pretty easy game. Xina certainly made it look easy, weaving between ghosts with ease and timing her dot collection just right to ensure that she could take out each enemy in one fell swoop. She only played a few levels, noting that the ghosts would get faster and faster, before she intentionally lost so the two of them could play together; which was the same as single player except the game forced you to take turns. Whoopie.

As easy as the game looked, though, Miguel ate his words more than he ate dots as he struggled through his first life.

“What the- What the shock?!” he hissed as he got stuck in a corner for the fifth time, struggling to time the joystick movement with the direction he wanted to go. He whirled to face his companion again, eyes blown wide with frustration. “Xina, it’s shocking broken. It’s these controls, I swear. They’re ancient. Are you sure it’s working?”

Barely containing her laughter, Xina gestured to the screen. “The game’s still going, Mig.”

“¡Chale!” Miguel all but screeched as he turned back to the game, furiously pulling at the joystick once more. “Este jodido juego es tan… ¡Qué mierda! Ay, no, no, no… Aléjense de mí, ¡cabrones! No quiero que me toquen, por favor, moriré- Ah! No! Shit, shit- ¡Coño! Shock!”

As the yellow pixels curled in on themselves in death, Miguel wailed at the screen in frustration, though he perked up as he heard the distinct sound of wheezing from behind him. Concerned for a moment, he quickly turned to check on Xina before his concerned expression fell away into annoyance once more. Xina was laughing so hard her face had turned red, cheeks wet with tears as she barely held herself up against a nearby dresser.

“Oh, yeah, laugh it the shock up, asshole,” Miguel grumbled, though the words came out sounding half-hearted at best.

“You are- so bad!” Xina managed to get out through wheezes. “I don’t think I’ve heard you curse that much ever!” With a short yelp, her hand slipped off of her crutch, and she slipped to the floor – thankfully harmlessly – and her fist pounded against the carpeting like a lifeline as she started to laugh once more.

Unimpressed, Miguel squatted down beside her. “Hey, Xina.”

Taking a few more moments to learn how to breathe again, Xina only hummed, glancing up to him with tears still streaking down her cheeks and eyes crinkled in a smile.

Miguel jerked a hand towards the screen, giving her his own grin. “The game’s still going.”

All at once, her laughter died away, and she rocketed to her feet, nearly taking Miguel out in the process. “Fuck!”

Then, it was his turn to laugh as she scrambled to get away from the oncoming enemies, though Xina was certainly much more successful in the endeavour than he was, managing to make it through a couple more levels despite her setback before she finally took her first death. 

With a grandiose laugh, she turned back to Miguel and grinned. “Beat that, bitch!”

Scoffing, Miguel took the joystick into his hand and leaned in close to the screen. “Easily.”

Unfortunately, he did not, in fact, “beat that,” bitch. 

In reality, Miguel only managed to make it through the first level, then near immediately lost his last two lives at the very beginning of the second one while, in the intermission between his second and third life, Xina made it all the way to level twenty-six. Needless to say, she had not only beaten him but, also, thoroughly humiliated him in the process. Not that Miguel could possibly be frustrated with the loss when Xina was smiling at him the way she was. In that moment, it really was like nothing had changed, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel lighter than he had in years.

Leaning over her shoulder as Xina prepared herself for last life, she bounced on the balls of her feet and took a deep breath.

“What’s with the face?” Miguel questioned, startling her out of her focus and making her yelp, and he snickered a bit before whispering an apology. “You’ve already beat me, ámi. By no small number, might I, regretfully, add.”

Without so much as a glance towards him, Xina scoffed, the sound accompanied by the skillful flick of the joystick every which way. “Not everything’s about you, Miguel. I’ve almost beaten my highscore.”

A beat, as he remembered just how much effort she’d put into ensuring she beat him. “...You’re sure it’s not even about me a little bit?”

“Shut up,” she hissed. “I’m trying to focus.”

“Alright, alright,” he snickered, putting his attention onto the game right alongside her.

Pac-Man is, admittedly, not as much of a disappointment as Miguel had initially chalked it up to be. In fact, he might even go so far as to say that he was wrong entirely and that the game was actually rather fun, though he wasn’t sure that it would be entirely fair to attribute his amusement to the game so much as the person he was playing it with. At the end of the day, it was just a few pixels on a screen – something that was over a century obsolete and had long since been replaced with far more complex and involved experiences – but there wasn’t anything that could ever possibly equal the time he spent with Xina or make him feel the way her laugh did.

…He’d forgotten the way that she stuck the tip of her tongue out when she was focusing.

As three of the four ghosts closed in on Xina, Miguel couldn’t help but wince. “Uh… please tell me you’ve beaten it.”

“Fuck!” was all he got in response, then, “this fucking game is so… What the hell?! Oh, no, no, no… Get away from me, bastards! I don’t want you to touch me, please, I’ll die- Ah! No! Shit, shit- Fuck! Fuck!”

Yellow pixels curled in on themselves in death as Xina wailed at the screen, and Miguel could barely hold himself up from the force of his laughter, mouth wide open as he cackled unabashedly. His chest heaved desperately for air, only for it to come out in more snorts and snickers, and Xina, clearly just as amused with the situation as he was, turned to him with a poor imitation of a scowl, her lips pulled up wide into a smile.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it the fuck up, asshole,” she chided light-heartedly.

Then, all at once, her smile dropped, and her eyes went wide. The suddenness of it all was enough to near instantly cut off Miguel’s laughter, too, though his smile didn’t quite fall away yet. It warped into something nervous, and a few more uncomfortable laughs fell from him, his brows furrowing into something concerned.

“...What?” he asked cautiously. “What’s wrong?”

Xina didn’t say a word, though she approached him with her own skittishness, taking his cheek in her hand and leaning in close, and Miguel’s face flushed bright red.

There was a moment, however brief, that he was sure that she was going to kiss him.

Then, her finger hooked his upper lip and pulled it upwards, her eyes widening even further as her breath hitched, and, even then, Miguel still didn’t quite get it. It wasn’t until she spoke, voice shaky and small, that he understood.

“Fangs.”

A terrified bolt of dread lanced straight into Miguel’s chest, getting lodged there and weighing him down; stealing his air. His body immediately went tense, his eyes wide, and a trembling hand reached up and ghosted Xina’s, gently pulling it away from his face.

“Xina.” His voice came out strained, equally as small as hers.

“Miguel, you- you have fangs,” she nearly whispered, as if it was some sort of horrifying secret that might get her into trouble if she said it just a bit too loud.

“Xina, I… I can explain.”

With a squeak, she pulled out of his grasp, and he let her. She held her hand close to her chest, as if he’d somehow burned it, and her mouth hung agape in abject horror. “What happened to you? Miguel, I- I know where you work. I know what you do. What did you… What did you do to yourself?”

“It’s not like that,” he breathed, though the truth wasn’t far enough off.

“Then what is it like?” Xina demanded, though the way her voice wavered made the command fall flat. “What happened to you?”

“It was an accident,” and that, at least, was the truth.

“An accident?” she echoed. The way that it was said made it clear she wasn’t quite buying it. “So, what, you meant to alter your own genetics in another way?”

“No,” Miguel shot back in horror, then, “well- well, yes, but-”

“Oh, my god.” Xina blanched. “Miguel-”

“No, no, it’s not-”

“Yes, ‘it’s not like that,’ I know.”

“No, Xina,” he cried. “Just-”

“I really thought you’d changed,” she muttered, trembling. “I really thought-

“Please,” he pleaded, taking a step forward, “just-”

“Miguel,” Xina interrupted again shakily, stepping back in kind. “How can you possibly justify this?”

Dismayed, Miguel backed away, too, hands raised. “I can explain, Xina. Please-”

“Then do it, Miguel!”

“I’m trying. Please, just-”

“Just what?”

“Just listen!” Miguel finally shouted, brows furrowed and hands gesturing in frustrated desperation.

A scream tore from Xina’s throat and she stumbled away, her hands shooting up in front of her as if to push him away, and Miguel choked away a scream of his own, his eyes going wide. Her gaze fixated on his hands, chest heaving desperately.

“Claws!” she screeched. “You’re- You’re a monster!”

“No, I-” Peering down to his raised hands where his talons had inadvertently popped out, he gasped and immediately retracted them, glancing back up to Xina with his own look of horror. He looked distraught, face screwed up in distress, and he stepped backwards once more. Claws, fangs, yelling just as his father had, and Xina looked just as terrified as he’d felt. He loathed himself at the thought. “I- I am. I am a monster.”

Xina’s expression shifted, though only minutely, as she remained poised for fight or flight, breaths still coming in short gasps.

“I’m sorry, Xina,” Miguel sobbed, and his hands moved to clasp over his chest to steady himself. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled. I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean to scare you. Please, I… I wouldn’t hurt you, Xina. Never. Never. Not like that.”

There was quiet again for a moment, and Xina’s eyes narrowed, sliding over him in suspicion; over his hands, to his mouth, then, to his eyes. Her eyes met his through his shades, and he carefully, hesitantly, raised a trembling hand to remove them, giving her full view of his eyes and all of the ways they had changed. Again she gasped, met with bright red as opposed to the brown Miguel knew she was accustomed to, and his breath hitched once more. He hoped that his eyes didn’t hold the same agony he felt, though he wasn’t sure he was so lucky; pain never was something that allowed itself to be quietly hidden away. Maybe that was another reason for the sunglasses.

Seconds ticked by, and they simply stared at one another, words drowned by terror and uncertainty that stole the air from both of their lungs, then Xina’s brows furrowed, and her eyes softened ever so slightly. She took a hesitant breath and stepped forward, reaching a hand out.

Breathless, Miguel eyed her hand and shuffled a bit back.

With a frown, Xina once more approached him, fear replaced by determination. “It’s alright,” she said, kindness in her voice, so sweet it almost felt placating, and it probably was. “It’s okay, Miguel. I’m listening now. I’m sorry I didn’t before.”

This time, he didn’t move away, but he still hesitated to take her hand.

“Come on, Miggy,” she urged. “I was just… startled. I know you’d never hurt me.” She wiggled her hand a bit, frowning at him. “I shouldn’t have called you a monster,” Xina mumbled, her voice breaking. “You’re not a monster. Fuck, I’m so sorry, Miguel.”

With an exceptional amount of gentleness, Miguel inched forward and took her hand into his. He fearfully met her eyes, all of his hurt on full display, then, “What… What did you say?”

Her eyes shone with sorrow, and she gave his hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry, Miguel. I should’ve never said what I did.”

“No, not that,” he gently corrected. “The other thing.”

Xina’s head cocked to the side, then, all at once, her eyes went wide. “Miguel.”

“The f-word…” he whispered with almost reverent horror.

Laughing wetly, Xina stepped forward and used her free hand to beat against his chest. “You’re unbelievable!” Her fist came to rest against him gently, and she frowned. “Fangs, claws, red eyes, and you really haven’t changed a bit. I should’ve known.”

“I’m Spider-Man,” Miguel blurted, and Xina made a choked sound, looking back up at him.

“Alright, maybe you’ve changed a little.”

A hand came up to ghost Xina’s cheek, and he gently wiped away her silent tears. “Is that a bad thing?”

She leaned into his touch, though her eyes remained fixed on his. “I… I don’t know. Is it?”

Miguel frowned, looking away. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “I’m… I’m trying to be good; better than I was before.”

“Well,” she hummed, removing her hand from his chest and placing it over the one placed on her cheek, “that’s all you can really do, I guess. For the record, I think you’re better already. The old you never would have risked his neck for someone else.” A beat. “Or apologised. Or pretended to like some twencen stuff just because I do.”

“The game was fun,” Miguel confessed.

Again, Xina hummed, a small smile on her face. “You really think so?”

“I do.”

“Well, gee, how bad of a change could you have possibly gone through, then?” she teased half-heartedly. “Seems like it gave you better taste.”

“Har, har,” he huffed sarcastically. “Very funny.”

“Who said I was joking?” Then, before Miguel could respond, “I really am sorry, you know. For calling you a monster.”

Immediately, he fixed her with a frown, averting his eyes once more as all of the hurt from before returned. “Aw, shock. And here I’d thought my sly tactic had worked this time.”

With a sad laugh, Xina patted his hand, gently pulling it away from her face and holding it down by where their other pair were still interlocked. “On me? Never.”

Miguel glanced down at their linked hands, thinking of his claws and how terrified Xina had been of them mere minutes earlier. Aaron had been terrified of them too, back when the guy had tried to kill Miguel and gotten himself killed instead, and he’d had a right to be when Miguel had shredded his skin without even realising he was doing it. How many times could one person accidentally hurt someone else before it meant that he was simply something evil and wrong; a monster. 

Exhaling shakily, Miguel’s face fell, his shoulders sagging as he tried hard to keep back tears. “Well, you were right. I am.”

“Miguel O’Hara,” Xina hissed, squeezing his hands hard; enough to make him wince.

His eyes met hers again, unwavering. “Xina Kwan.”

She didn’t speak, her expression screwing up into that same withering glare she’d fixed him with earlier, but Miguel still didn’t back down.

“You said it yourself,” he retorted to her silent disagreement. “I messed with something I shouldn’t have, and now I’m here.” The next words were spat, like venom. “A monster.”

“You are not a monster,” Xina seethed once more, as unwilling to give in as he was.

It was times like these that made Miguel less grateful how stubborn she was. It was also times like these that reminded Miguel why he’d left her for Dana; though, even more strongly, why he shouldn’t have. And, really, it was times like these that actually made Miguel all the more grateful that she was, in fact, as stubborn as she was. He knew well that he’d back down before she did. He always had. As arrogant and self-absorbed as Miguel may have been, he was also a coward. Xina had never been a coward.

“Monsters are scary, Miguel,” she continued, insistent as always. “You’re hardly scary.”

Scoffing, Miguel rolled his eyes, brows furrowed. “You seemed pretty afraid of me.”

“Startled,” Xina quickly corrected. “There’s a difference. I could hardly be afraid of someone who can’t even beat me in Pac-Man.”

He laughed shortly, glancing at her with narrowed eyes. “That’s your standard?”

“For you it is,” she smirked up at him, “because it’s never going to happen.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he said.

“Thank you,” came the response.

Looking about as pleased as he felt, Miguel gave in, his head falling forward with a sigh. “You don’t even know what happened,” he mumbled. “What if that changes your mind?”

“You said it was an accident,” she said, leaning her own head forward so she could still see his eyes.

“It was,” he immediately confirmed, a little too desperately. “It was, but…” He paused, teeth gritting as he struggled to get the words out. It was difficult for him to tell if he just didn’t know what to say, or if he was too afraid to actually say it. Both options were equally as likely, and, also, equally as frustrating. “I… If I’d been smarter- If I’d just been more careful in the first place, then I never would have needed to- I wouldn’t have had to- Because I had to, Xina, I swear. Or- Or I thought I did. You have to understand that I- I didn’t want to… But if I’d just- I don’t know. If I’d done better- If I’d been better I… I wouldn’t be…”

When he trailed off for the second time, lips pursed with frustration both at his past self for everything that had gone wrong and for his current self for messing this up, too, Xina hummed and graced his hand with another comforting squeeze, forcing him to look up at her and meet her gaze with misty eyes.

“It’s okay, Miguel,” she gently assured. “You don’t have to tell me. You may have been pompous-”

“I was not pompous.”

“-but you were never stupid, do you hear me? Arrogance or not, I don’t pin you as the kind of man to mess with his genetics just for fun,” Xina conceded, and a bit of the tension left Miguel’s shoulders. Then, she huffed, smiling teasingly and clearly trying to lighten the mood. “Especially since you so clearly thought you were perfect already.”

Miguel glowered at her, though it wasn’t very intimidating with his hands still gently held by hers and eyes still red with unshed tears. “Pushing your luck with the guy with claws. Not very smart.”

“Yeah, yeah. Beat me at Pac-Man, and then try threatening me again.” She laughed, meeting his eyes with her own sparkling with empathetic grief; there was a distinct lack of fear where there had been before, and Miguel couldn’t help but to let out a small breath of relief. She must have heard it because she gripped his hand tightly once more. 

“You don’t have to tell me what happened,” Xina repeated, firm. “It wasn’t intentional. That’s what I was really worried about. That would have been scary.” She brought their hands up between them, glancing to them and smiling. “Claws or not, you’re still the same old Miguel.”

Miguel’s eyes locked onto their hands, too, and he managed to return a small smile. The relief was both light and heavy at the same time, making his shoulders sag in exhaustion as all of the tension and adrenaline resided and left him with the familiar fatigue of the moment the fight ended and he felt safe once more. Although he’d never say it out loud – knowing well that he’d be teased for it – Miguel could firmly admit that none of the foes he’d faced as Spider-Man had ever scared him half as much as this, and, in turn, they’d never left him with half of the respite after the fact.

“Maybe I’ll tell you one day,” he murmured. “Not yet.”

“Whenever you want, Miguel,” Xina replied, genuine, then, after a beat, “I do have one question, though.”

Frowning, Miguel hesitated again.

“It’s really simple, I promise!” she reassured, shaking his hands with a bit of a laugh. “You don’t have to answer. Just hear me out.”

Only minimally soothed, he let out a long sound of dismay that ended with an exasperated, “fine. Shoot.”

Then, face beaming, Xina asked the most stupid question Miguel could have possibly thought of, “Are you a vampire?”

For a moment, he could only stare, too surprised to even remember how to show it. Then, his eyes narrowed, and he cocked his head to the side with a pointed look. “I remember you being smarter,” he deadpanned.

Finally, Xina pulled her hands out of his, raising them in surrender with a vivacious laugh. “I just had to be sure!”

“Oh, you just had to be sure. Of course,” Miguel echoed, unamused. “Well, I hope you’re satisfied with yourself, idiota.” He huffed, arms crossed over his chest.

“Quite satisfied, as a matter of fact,” she shot back, and how could he be mad when she was smiling at him like that.

Biting back a laugh, he tried harder to maintain his frown. “You’re the worst, do you know that? Just the worst.”

“Aw, come on,” she tutted. “If I’m so bad, then why were we a couple?” Xina smirked, quoting his own words from their reunion all those weeks ago.

Then, Miguel couldn’t hold back his smile anymore, returning her exact response. “Because I felt sorry for you,” he quoted. “And it bugged my dad.”

“As good of a reason as any,” she hummed, a hand resting on her hip. Then, her eyes narrowed as she seemed to realise something. “You know, I know I made fun of you for that wall crawling joke back then, but, knowing what I know now, it actually is funny.”

A short huff of surprise fell from Miguel’s mouth at the statement, and he was reminded again just how different Xina Kwan was from Dana D’Angelo; someone who certainly wouldn’t understand what had happened to him, and someone who had pushed him for the truth even when he’d begged her not to; not Xina Kwan; not the person who’d believed he could be better even when he didn’t want to be and encouraged him once he finally did. The realisation was a pleasant one – a rare moment of pure glee that he revelled in amidst all of the sorrow he’d been surrounded by as of late – and his face was overtaken by a wide smile, red eyes crinkling in joy and fangs on full display as he laughed once more.

This time, Xina didn’t even flinch, just laughing along with him.

#blaise writes #miguel o'hara #xina kwan #xinamiguel #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 comics #spider man 2099 #atsv #astv fanfiction #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #angst #i think about them so much #we never got to see xina find out that miguel was spider-man in the comics #and i think that's a travesty #but also miguel literally would have never told her #so i have to meet in the middle a little bit

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How Will I Know (Chapter One) - Steve Harrington

A/N: hello my loves, just to continue with my Steve Harrington obsession, I now bring you a series for King Steve! I’m not sure how long it will be, about five or six chapters I think but I hope you like it :D this will be set in season 2 since Steve is still in school but after he broke up with Nancy of course :) also it will feature Eddie and Robin because... well, why not xD

Request - my-idea-was-stolen asked: So i was thinking abt a request for steve where the girl is secretly pinning over him but is suree that he won't notice her because of how she's not popular but good at studies and everything but then somehow he notices her when they both get assigned together to do something and then jalshdkdlf their relation blooms ?!?!Idk if this makes sense but yeah ik not really sure abt the plot of it either so I'm sorry but yeah hope u like it 

Warnings: set in S2; reader wears glasses; Hellfire guys being kind of assholes at first; I think that’s it but please tell me if I miss anything

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :D gif isn’t mine :)

Your name: submit What is this?

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How Will I Know

There's a boy I know, he's the one I dream of Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above  Oh, I lose control, can't seem to get enough, uh-huh When I wake from dreaming, tell me, is it really love?

"You're staring again" you were snapped out of your thoughts by Eddie's voice.

"W-what? No, I wasn't" you said, going back to your food but feeling your cheeks burning as you looked down.

"Oh, really? Then what were we talking about" Gareth laughed.

"Uh- about... the uh- next campaign for D&D?"

"Not even close" Jeff laughed.

"Hey" Kevin said, walking over and sitting down. "What's going on?"

"Well, she's staring at Harrington again" Gareth laughed.

"I am not!"

"Really? Again? Aren't you over your little crush?" Kevin laughed too.

"Shut up" you said, feeling your cheeks burning and not daring to look up from your food.

"Come on, we're just doing this for your own good" Jeff insisted, pushing your arm a little.

"Exactly, it's time you let go over that stupid crush-" Gareth told you.

"Guys" Eddie warned, noticing how your behavior changed and you were not comfortable with this conversation.

"I mean, imagine Steve 'The Hair' Harrington falling for someone like you" Kevin said, laughing a little too loud along with your other friends.

"Shut up! You don't have to be such jerks about it" you snapped.

"We're not saying it to be jerks" Gareth told you. "But come on, his last girlfriend was Nancy Wheeler" he chuckled.

"Yeah, you can't really compare yourself to Nancy Wheeler" Kevin added. "She's beautiful and you're-"

"I'm what, Kevin?" you asked, getting upset.

"Well, you just don't look like the kind of girls that King Steve goes out with" Jeff stated. "So, it would be best if you just let it go" he said.

"Right" you said, feeling a big lump in your throat and trying your best not to cry. "Thank you so much for reminding me that, guys" you said, getting up and walking away from them.

"Hey, princess, come on!" Gareth tried before he felt Eddie hitting him on the back of his head.

"What the fuck is wrong with all of you?" Eddie snapped.

"What are you talking about, we didn't say anything that wasn't true" Jeff told him.

"Really? Well, how do you think it makes her feel when you tell her that she's not as pretty as Nancy Wheeler? What the fuck?"

"We didn't mean to-?"

"Yeah, well, you still did" he said, getting up. "You guys suck sometimes" he muttered and then he glared at Gareth. "And only I call her princess" he said before following you.

As soon as you stepped into the last bathroom stall, you removed your glasses and finally let the tears fall down your cheeks. You felt embarrassed, but mostly, angry. Not because your friends were jerks, which they were, but because they were right. You had no idea why you couldn't let this go. You had been in love with Steve Harrington for so long but you knew it was completely useless. He was one of the most popular guys in school. Even after Nancy Wheeler had broken up with him and now Billy Hargrove seemed to be making his way to the top. He was perfect. Everything about him. His beautiful chocolate eyes. His soft, wonderful hair. His, big, bright, adorable smile. Everything about him was perfect in your eyes. And you? You were basically invisible. A wallflower. A nobody. You knew there was no way in a million years that someone as perfect as Steve Harrington would ever even notice someone as insignificant as you. You heard someone entering the bathroom and walking right in front of your door before they knocked.

"Go away, Eddie" you said, trying your best not to have your voice break.

"You know that's not gonna happen, princess" he said, leaning against the wall. You sighed and got up, opening the door and revealing your tear-stained face. "Aw, c'mere" he said, hugging you to him and you broke down crying. "Don't listen to them, sweetheart-"

"But they're right, Eddie" you said, pulling away. "And I know it shouldn't bother me this much but-" you sighed. "Why do I have to like someone like Steve Harrington?"

Eddie was your best friend in the entire world. The two of you grew up next to each other and he was like the big brother you never had. If it wasn't for him, you probably wouldn't even have any other friends. Aside from Robin.

"Because that's not something you can decide" he laughed. "Look, Harrington's not that bad" he tried. "You never know, maybe he has a thing for nerdy, shy girls who like to play D&D" he said, trying to cheer you up and making you chuckle just slightly.

"You're just saying that because you hope Chrissy Cunningham has a thing for metalheads with long hair who love to play D&D" you smiled up at him.

"Hey! It could happen. At least Chrissy and I have hung out before-"

"Once, at our talent show in middle school, and I honestly doubt she remembers" you chuckled.

"Well, still" he argued, glad that you were feeling better. "So, are you gonna be okay, or do you need me to kill those assholes we call friends?" he said, making you laugh a little again.

"I'm okay" you said, hugging him again. "Thanks, Eddie" you smiled. "Now get out of the girls' bathroom before someone sees you" you said and he chuckled, kissing your head and leaving.

You went over to wash your face and fix yourself when you heard the bell ring. You quickly grabbed your things and made your way out of the bathroom as fast as you could but bumped into someone when you did.

"Jesus Christ!" you heard that voice. You looked up from the floor and found Steve Harrington looking back at you. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, are you alright?" he asked, offering you his hand. You looked at it and back at him and you nervously took it, trying your best to stop your hand from shaking.

"Y-yeah, that's okay, I wasn't paying attention either" you said shyly.

"You sure you didn't hurt yourself?" he asked, flashing the most beautiful smile you'd ever seen.

"Y-yes, I'm f-fine" you chuckled nervously.

"Okay, cool" he said. "See you around, then" he said, walking past you back on his track.

You sighed, staring dreamily at him. You knew Eddie had just tried to make you feel better. But every time you looked at Steve, there was a small part of you that hoped with all of your heart that he could maybe be right.

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"I'm just saying, I don't get what the big deal is" Robin, another one of your few friends, told you while you were in class. "I mean, look at him. He always gets bagel crumbs all over the floor and he asks dumb questions and he's such a douchebag-"

"Hey! Cut him some slack" you complained. "You're just saying that because you hate that Tammy Thompson has a crush on him" you whispered.

"I'm just saying, I don't get why you like him so much" she told you.

"Well, he's cute" you said as if it was obvious. "And he's nice. I bumped into him today and he helped me up and-"

"Whoa, hold on! You talked to him? As in talk to him?" she asked, curiously.

"Don't say it like that, I have talked to him before-"

"No, you haven't!" she laughed and you glared at her.

"Yes, I have!"

"Let's recall, shall we?" she asked, grabbing one of your notebooks she knew you used as your personal 'I love Steve Harrington' journal. She looked through the pages and landed on one. "Ah! Here. He asked you if he could borrow a pencil" she chuckled and looked for another entry. "On this day, he asked, what you got for answer number three on a math test. Spicy" she mocked you and you glared at her. "And, on this day, which is my personal favorite" she smirked. "He shared with you his passion hatred towards Billy Hargrove saying, 'What an ass, huh?'" she said, going over to a new blank page. "So, I guess we can now add, 'Bumped into him and he helped me up'" she wrote on it. "You know, if you keep this up, you might end up married by graduation-"

"Alright, fine, that's enough!" you rolled your eyes, grabbing the notebook from her.

"I'm just saying, the guy is a douchebag, how can you think he's this perfect?"

"You're the one to talk! You think Tammy Thomson is perfect!" you whispered the last part.

"She is!"

"She wants to be like a singer" you laughed.

"So? She has dreams!"

"Have you heard her sing? She sounds like a muppet!"

"She does not!"

"Does too!"

"Uh, hey ladies" the two of you stopped when you heard someone interrupting and you looked up to see Steve Harrington standing there.

"Holy shit" you both muttered under your breath. Had you somehow summoned him? "Uh... h-hello" you managed to say, trying not to stare at him while Robin smirked.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to switch places since Tammy is your partner" he said, looking at Robin.

"W-what? P-partner? What do you mean partner?" she stuttered, nervously.

"For... the project?" Steve said as if it was obvious. "Mrs. Click just... assigned partners?" he kept going. "You're with Tammy Thompson" he explained. "And I'm with you" he said, looking straight at you.

"Y-you're with m-me?" you stuttered, trying not to let your heart warm at the sound of the sentence that Steve Harrington was with you.

"Oh! Right, yeah, I knew that" Robin said, grabbing all of her stuff and winking at you. "Good luck" she said before she ran over to Tammy Thompson. Steve let out a soft chuckle and took Robin's place in front of you.

"So, it looks like we're gonna be partners" he said.

"Uh-huh" you were only able to say.

"I'm Steve-" he started as he stuck out his hand.

"Harrington, I know" you smiled awkwardly, shaking his hand. You are so stupid. "I uh- we've had classes together since kindergarten" you said blushing even more at the fact that he really had no idea who you were. Of course, he wouldn't. He was Steve Harrington and you were... well, nobody.

"W-we have?" he asked with his smile falling and feeling a bit bad about not remembering you. "I m-mean, o-of course we have" he said awkwardly.

If you had felt stupid the entire day, courtesy of your friends, you felt a new level beyond that now. Here you were, literally writing down the four times Steve Harrington had barely acknowledged your existence and he had absolutely no idea who you were.

"You have no idea what my name is, do you?" you said with a small smile to let him know you weren't mad at the fact that he didn't. Because, really, why would he? Steve bit his lip awkwardly and placed his hand on the back of his head, which you think was absolutely adorable.

"Uh- y-yes" he said with his cheeks blushing. "O-of course, I do-" he chuckled nervously.

"You do?" you asked with an arched eyebrow. You knew he was only trying to be polite, but a really small part of you actually hoped that he might just know it. Even if it was because Mrs. Click had just told him his partner's name.

"Yeah" he insisted.

"Well, what is it then?" you asked with a small chuckle.

"It's um-" he said, looking down at your things to see if your name was on them, but no such luck. How could he not know? Mrs. Click had just told him and pointed at you when she assigned him his partner. "Umm-"

"It's (Y/N)-"

"(Y/N), yes! I was just going to say that!" he insisted, making you laugh a little.

"Of course, you were" you smiled.

"I swear!" he insisted with a sweet smile. "Alright, I promise I won't forget it from now on, okay?"

"It's okay, really" you assured him. "There's no real reason why you should remember my name" you smiled shyly, but it came out sadder than you intended to and Steve felt a string pulled on his heart.

"Hey, no, don't say that" he told you. "I'm just... really bad at names" he insisted. "I promise I won't forget it, alright? I mean, now we're partners, and... didn't I just bump into you earlier today?" he asked, making your stupid heart flutter at the thought of him remembering you. Yeah, as the dumb girl who bumped into him.

"Uh- yeah" you nodded. "That was me" you said, feeling your cheeks burning.

"See? So it was meant to be" he smiled. "We bumped into each other and now we're partners" he smiled at you. Meant to be. "So... should we... get started on this project?"

"Oh, y-yeah, sure" you smiled shyly and realized you had no idea what the project was about.

"Could I... take a look at your notes? To be honest, I wasn't really paying attention" he chuckled, grabbing your notebook.

"Sure-" you said before you realized which notebook he took. "Wait, NO!" you said, grabbing it from him and closing it, putting it in your bag. That was your 'Steve entry' journal. "Uh- that's m-my notebook for another class" you said, feeling your cheeks burning like they never had before.

"Oh, sorry" he laughed, a little confused when he saw your other notebook on our desk, with a blank page. "Were you... also not paying attention?"

"Um... r-right, I was... kind of distracted talking to Robin" you admitted. "But... it looks like what we have to do is pick a classic book, like The Great Gatsby, and see how it can adapt to our daily life" you said, looking at the board and starting to take notes.

"Okay, cool so, we should do The Great Gatsby then-"

"A-actually, I don't think we should do that one" you said, nervously.

"Why not?" he asked, confused.

"Well, firstly, I think everyone will be doing that one" you rolled your eyes a little. "And secondly, it's a boring book" you admitted.

"What? You think The Great Gatsby is boring?" he chuckled.

"Don't get me wrong, it's a good book but... it's written by some rich white guy about some rich white guy, and I guess we're supposed to feel bad for him because he's obsessed with the only girl he can't have?" you chuckled.

"Well, maybe more people than you think can relate to that" Steve said, quietly.

"Maybe you can, but I don't... at all" you insisted. "I'm just saying there are plenty of other books, better books, that we can consider" you suggested.

"Okay, like which one?"

"Well" you said, grabbing your bag and putting out some of the books in them.

"Holy shit, you read all of these?" he asked, as you took out about five books. "Wait, are they like... for school or something?"

"No" you said shyly. "I just... like to read, I guess" you smiled.

"Okay, well I haven't read any of these" he said, going through your books. "So, you can choose which one-"

"N-no" you replied. "That wouldn't be fair" you told him. "Maybe we can each narrow it down to five books-" you stopped when you saw his worried expression. "Or three books, that should be enough" you said, seeing him sigh in relief. "And then we can decide together" you smiled politely.

"Okay, sure- sounds good" he smiled. "So, do you want to get together after school to work on this?" he asked casually. Even if it was a study date, your heart still couldn't tell the difference. You were going to hang out with Steve Harrington after school. No, no you weren't.

"Um, uh- a-actually I have to work today" you said, feeling disappointed.

"Oh, where do you work?" he asked curiously.

"At the... diner" you said as if it was obvious. As if he should remember to see you there at least once since he's there every Saturday.

"Benny's Diner?" he asked and you nodded. "No kidding! I love it there! I go there all the time" he smiled.

"I know" you blurted out before you could stop yourself. "I m-mean, I see everyone from school there all the time" you covered up. "It's pretty packed Fridays and Saturdays" you said. "I've... seen you there with your friends" you smiled. Not friends. Dates. Girls you have always secretly wished it was you. "I'm off tomorrow, though" you said, getting back to the point.

"Well, then tomorrow it is" he smiled.

"Uh- um, s-sure, we could get together at the library-"

"Oh, I was thinking we could go to my house" he suggested, making your heart drop.

"At y-your house?" you asked, feeling your entire body shaking.

"Yeah, I mean, it's just more comfortable than some old library, and I have way better snacks, I promise" he smiled. "If that's... okay with you, of course" he added.

"I uh- w- um-" you stuttered. You in Steve Harrington's house. "S-sure" you managed to blurt out.

"Cool" he said just as the bell rang. "So, we can meet up by the parking lot when school ends, sounds good?" he smiled. You were still processing your whole conversation so you could only nod. "Great, see you later, (Y/N)" he smiled before he walked away.

Holy shit. You were going to spend tomorrow afternoon with Steve fucking Harrington.

To Be Continued

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[Ch.2]

A/N: soooo what do you guys think? should I do a part 2? also, let me know if you would like to be tagged on the next part :D hope you liked it!

#how will i know #stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington series

[andorerso]

Modern AU idea where Cassian brings Jyn as his fake girlfriend for a family event because one day he joked about having a girlfriend in a phone call with Maarva and now she really wants to meet this girl. In this scenario Kerri also lives with him and she is the one to tell Maarva that his girlfriend is Jyn (they’re not dating yet but she knows his brother really likes her) and now he has to fix this mess xD

oh, very peculiar timing anon, I was just talking with a couple of friends about a different fake dating scenario myself! it's fake dating day or smg

anyway, for this one I feel like Maarva at first doesn't really believe the girlfriend is real because you know.... she has it in her head that Cassian is this womanizer (he really isn't, sure, he had a couple of girlfriends and flings, but that's completely normal) so she thinks there's no way Cassian actually has a steady relationship with someone

so Kerri tells Maarva it's Jyn in both an attempt to cover for Cassian since she knows he was lying, and also in attempt to finally get them together because they've been friends forever and she knows they're both crazy for each other but nobody is willing to make the first move

and Cassian is super angry with her at first because Kerri has a tendency to meddle and he's told her so many times to just stay out of his love life, but she never listens. but then he has a couple of days to think about it and he realizes that he's really getting tired of the insinuation that he's a manwhore and really just wants to prove Maarva wrong about it, like "see, I can have a steady relationship!" (he's kinda petty about it but he gets to be, you go Cass)

so he decides to go to Jyn and beg her to play along and.... well, she relents because she can't say no to his big brown eyes and because sure, she'd like to help Cassian prove his mother wrong (and because he offers to cook for her for a month)

cue the most chaotic family weekend/holiday ever but boy.... they do prove Maarva wrong in the end

#replies #anonymous #rebelcaptain #fake dating au

[slashingdisneypasta]

Oh god... Oh God Slashing, my man, I just got this thought and I NEED to put this here while it's still fresh in my mind.

Ok so you and I both write Wheezy being handsome, yeah? Especially when he cleans himself up and looks like a cologne commercial without trying?

What if Wheezy was like the groups Harper and Smartass would be Buckman pimping him out? Yeah, Greasy is already throwing himself at women, though it's safe to assume that that doesn't make women swoon XD so if for whatever reason, the group needed to seduce somebody, Smarty knows he's gotta send in Wheezy. Oh I imagine Greasy would be miffed XDD

Your thoughts?

Omg! I'm imagining that scene in Atlantis where the team is trynna 'decide' who should go schmooze Kida and Mole (Greasy) keeps popping up like 'I will do it!', 'I am your man!', 'For the good of the team, I will do it!', until Rourke (Smartass) smacks Milo (Wheezy), who could not care less, on the shoulder and goes 'Thanks for volunteering', causing Mole Greasy to start sobbing XDDD

Anyway- I love this. Here's a

Wheezy Weasel x Fem! Reader x Greasy Weasel || Drabble

Plot: Wheezy is instructed to charm Y/N, the recently ex girlfriend of a powerful Mafia toon in town that they have had some trouble with for years, and get information out of her (Like where has he run off to?)- except Greasy has a huge Thing for Y/N and he's very insulted that he wasn't given this job, and now Wheezy has to deal with Manipulative Pervert antics.

Warnings: Greasy bring Oppertunistic (Seeing Y/N's heartbroken drunkenness as an In), and just like... being himself. Also I'm not sure if this is coherent 😅

Greasy Weasel's POV

"Alright, Wheez- "As soon as Smartass glances at the smoker he does a double take, scowling. And I dont blame him, el fumador looks like a disgraceful mess- but what else is knew really?? I roll my eyes, crossing my arms. "Fucken hell, Wheezy. Brush your hair. You're up." Here I set my jaw and repress the angry words I want to spit at them both- why does he get to have all if the fun??? I am right here-

Wheezy heaves the heaviest sigh known to man kind, like an absolute drama queen, smoke slipping out of his mouth, nostrils, and his eyeballs. Honestly you'd think that if smoke started to leak out of your eyeballs you may cut back, but no... and this is the man that the Boss thinks can charm the women. Tch. Imbéciles estúpidos. "Boss, really?... "

"Yeah, really. I'm not talking for my own amusement, am I??? Heck no. Wash your face." It is going to take more then that to make el fumador a member of society, but okay-

"I was really hopin' to like... take a back seat, on this one... "

I cant help the annoyed huff, I make at this. The boss gives me a dangerous side eye and Wheezy looks unsurely at me, as if he is some kind of victim in all this, but I refuse to look at either of them; Just merely whistle and look off to our other two comrads picking at something squishy in the gutter.

Smartass rolls his eyes at me, then returns his attention to Wheezy, his eyes hard and mean. "Wheezy. There is a pathetic, heartbroken woman in there," He points at the bar we're parked next to, where Y/N is, "with information, gettin' drunk- Get your lazy flat ass in there."

Smartass' beautiful description of her almost gets me hard (she's so vulnerable right now- if I could just get close to her- speak to her- aghhhh!) but while I'm standing stiff trying to calm myself down- Wheezy actually groans (Where I can hear him!) and hunches his shoulders (Where I can clearly see him!), before slinking in.

Grrrrrrr, this ungrateful, undeserving, selfish- "And, now, we play the waitin' game. Greasy, go down the road and get us some snacks, will ya?" Smarty suddenly thrusts a few bills in my hands. Qué? Do I look like your server?? "I'm gonna take a nap in the van. And dont forget the red vines this time, will ya?"

With that, the boss slinks into the back of our dodge and slams the doors shut behind him. I make a face after him for a few moments, insulted by his usual brash manner, before... an idea, occurs to me.

As Stupid and Psycho continue to play with gutter garbage nearby, I compose a plan.

Heheh. I can be back before Smartass wakes up.

~

Ahhhh, there's the bastard.

As soon as I walk in, I spot them. Y/N's hunched on her elbows by the bar, her eyes wide with delicious, innocent, vulnerable intrigue as Wheezy (A.K.A the bastard) talks to her.

I taste something terrible watching them, because admittedly el fumador is rather charming when he tries to be (And sometimes when he isn't. I think it has something to do with how relaxed~ he seems to be, all the time. I could never be like that, not even if I, too, smoked 17 packs an hour- ) and he does have nice eyes,.. but goddamnit, that old man is going down. I can do this.

I would say I'm apologetic for what I must do- but I am not.

"Y/N!" Her body jumps when I appear on her other side, turning around to look at me with pretty rounded eyes; A definite haze of intoxication behind them. A smirk slithers across my face looking down at her. "Funny to see you here!- I had no idea. And- with el fumador!.. of all people... How nice. Mind if I join you?"

Wheezy gives me a raised-eyebrow look from Y/N's other side, but I ignore him! ^^ "Grease, what're you doin'?"

My attention is only for Y/N- pathetic, pregnable, easy Y/N. She glances at Wheezy, before settling her attention on me again. "Um- sure! What are- what are you doing here?"

"Ohh, nothing much~ Gracias for allowing me to crash your night, hermosa. Very sweet of you."

Nervously, she gives a faint smile; Shrugging. "Ohh, its n- nothing... I wasn't doing much... " Oh, the adorable, heartbroken thing she is. She doesn't know we are perfectly aware of her break up from that dumb asshole she's been with, today. Or that we kind of caused it. Afterall, he didnt leave town for no reason... Of course she doesn't- I should play this subtly.

"Mmm... and where is your boyfriend, Y/N? Surely he wouldn't leave you alone in a bar looking so beautiful~... Unsavoury types may approach." At this, I do finally look at Wheezy, and he gives me a very unamused look in return. Oh, he has no sense of humour-

"More unsavoury than you?" Y/N suddenly snaps, eyes flashing knowingly at mean- oh. She's more clever than I thought. Okay. I see.

"... can I buy you another drink, Hermosa?" She's not nearly drunk enough.

"Greasy." Wheezy warns, again. But Y/N takes a deep breath and nods, and then he's looking surprised at her. "Are you sure, about that?"

She shrugs back at him as I order her another of what she was drinking. "... yeah. I um- Brick broke up with me, today. I could use a few hundred... thousand, drinks."

Aww... pathetic little thing. Just perfect. Wheezy catches me smirking as I finger through the bills Smartass gave me for red vines, having heard that delicious admition, and gives a sigh; Rolling his eyes.

"Sorry to hear that... " He lies, because he knew very well what happened with Brick today, just like I did. Looking tired as ever, though especially by me right now (I'd know that tone in his broken voice anywhere. That tone is alllllll my fault. And I'm honoured), Wheezy gestures to the bartender fetching me Y/N's drink. "I could use a drink, too."

"Don't worry Y/N," I nudge her with my elbow, settling in close to her, and give a wink. "I will be the designated driver for us. Feel free to drink all the booze you like~ "

Wheezy taps the bar. "Make that two, will ya? 'Nd put it on his tab."

~

2 hours later, Y/N's completely drunk and Wheezy may have dragged her bar stool ever-so-subtly further from me and closer to him, but I am the one with all of her attention. I have her exactly~ where I want her.

I just need to get rid of el fumador, somehow, then-

"YOU," That voice is unmistakably familiar, and I immediately go stiff as a plank. "GODDAMN MORONS."

Oh, infierno. This is not good.

Y/N's eyebrow raises, turning in her seat and almost slipping off of it- if it weren't for Wheezy jumping forward and steadying her. I'm busy stringing a good excuse together in my head... but nothing is coming to me... "Is that Smartass?"

"Yep, looks like the jigs up," Wheezy tells her, turning to me meaningfully. He knows she won't remember anything he says, now. "Eh, Greasy?"

I dont say a word, avoiding his eye. I'm still desperately raking my brain for a good excuse-

"The- the jig?? What- "

They sell red vines in here?? I just stepped in to go to the bathroom?? I needed a glass of water?? No, no, no-

"Eh, don't worry about it doll. How about we get you a cab and send ya home? Where are yer shoes?"

By the time Smartass reaches us Wheezy has helped Y/N to get herself together (His arm around her waist to keep her from tripping and her shoes in his other hand), my chances with her tonight are successfully diminished, he's ready to take her to the door, and I've still got nothing. Smartass looks sharply at him, and he gives a solemn shake of his head. "I got nothin' after all that. Talk to lover boy."

As Wheezy takes Y/N away, Smartass slowly does turn to 'lover boy', me; A very violent look in his eyes, and I hold up a finger. As if to 'pause' him.

... Absolutely no excuse has come to mind. My head is completely blank. Smooth, in fact, like a leaf. And that look in the bosses eye is making my bladder feel weak. "... I plead the fifth- "

"YOU PLEA- You're gonna plead for the use of your legs back when I'm done with ya!! Get in the van. Get- Go- I'm not gonna tell ya twice!"

#sorry if theirs lotsa typos! i'm writing on my phone #Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel Drabble #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #Greasy Weasel x Reader #Wheezy Weasel x Reader Drabble #Greasy Weasel x Reader Drabble #Greasy Weasel #Wheezy Weasel #Smartass Weasel #Stupid Weasel #Psycho Weasel

[dragonmuse]

See what you did there with the inability to be heard when mentioning Faith... we've yet to see Mainverse Stede receive that knowledge... These waiting rooms have been a delight tonight! Thank you! Has me craving more from each individual 'verse. <3 If your list isn't long enough, yet, I've realized, too, with the recent Feels Like & May Be Bad, that we've not seen Faith discussed/introduced for Feels Like, yet... Or Bottle of Red... This is a slippery slope once you start! XD

(oooh let's do Pete finding out about Faith! I love that Feels like has been this slow growing favorite. A very pleasant counterbalance to I May Be Bad)

Pete had never much minded waiting. He liked to think of himself as a man of action, but he knew deep down that his real strength was in endurance. He could hold steady and firm as long as he needed to and that mattered too. It had done him a great service in securing Izzy’s attention and ultimately, his affections.  Pete had found that very worth waiting for, as Izzy cracked open, spilling a surprisingly generous spirit and willingness every which way. 

So Pete had never pushed about the ring Izzy wore around his neck. It was a pretty little thing, and Pete often watched it when Izzy was on top of him, the way it would catch the light as they swayed together. He knew that Izzy clung to it like a talisman, especially in sleep, but Izzy held him just as tightly, so it was hard to be jealous of it.  

He waited and eventually the right time presented itself. They had both just said goodbye to Lucius, who lingered in the doorway, returning to kiss them both once or twice before departing. It was only the third time they’d had him over and the newness of it was still delicious, but not as nerve-wracking as the first time. Izzy was moving slowly, for him, some of his usual energy bled away to make room for relaxation. 

They were on the couch, half-dressed and the remains of breakfast scattered around them. Izzy was bare-chested and Pete took a moment to appreciate him before saying, 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Why are you asking if you can ask?” Izzy glanced away from his phone to him. 

“Cause I want your attention and also I’m not sure you’ll like the question.” 

The phone lowered, “What?” 

“The ring,” he gestured to his own neck to indicate it. It was currently nestled in bountiful dark chest hair, glittering like a target. “Who’s was it?” 

Izzy touched it absently. “Why are you asking now?” 

“Always wondered. Just figured you might be in a good enough mood to tell me.” 

“Clever.” Izzy’s compliments often sounded like accusations. “Taking advantage?” 

“I don’t get the higher ground very often. Give me this one.” 

“....fine,” Izzy sighed and to Pete’s surprise, came closer, so their shoulders were pressed together. Invited, Pete dropped an arm around his shoulders.  “Her name was Faith.” 

“Faith,” Pete repeated, committing it to memory. 

“She was...she was my girlfriend, I guess. Fiance. Briefly. The ring wasn’t an engagement ring, just a promise, but I intended to make good on it.” 

“Of course you did,” Pete nodded. “You don’t make half-assed promises.” 

“What’s the point of doing it if you’re not going to see it through?”

“Don’t look at me, I’m on your side here. When did you guys meet?” 

“We were fifteen. She picked me out. Wanted someone to make bullies back off and her parents to as a bonus. I was good for that back then. Angry all the time and I had a reputation.” 

“Yeah?” Pete could picture that. Izzy, even smaller than he was now, and pumped full of teenage hormones must’ve been a force to be reckoned with. 

“Yeah. Got called a lot of things, but not many of them to my face, let’s put it that way. Faith liked that. She asked me to take her out. Fuck, she was so clever.” 

“What’d she look like?” 

“Red hair, the kind that’s really orange, not red.  On the small side. Frail. Big blue eyes. I don’t know. She was beautiful to me.” 

Pete was building a picture in his mind, already getting fond of this girl. He knew what it was to pick Izzy out and fix on him for a lot of reasons. 

“Okay, so what? You started going out at fifteen?” 

“Went on dates and everything. Got close. Really close. I ran with some guys back then, but I didn’t have friends. Not really. Bet you did in high school.” 

“Not so much,” Pete admitted. “A few buddies, but...dunno. Didn’t really have a best friend until I met John and that wasn’t until I was past thirty.” 

“Huh,” Izzy glanced at him. “Really?” 

“Yeah, Iz, really.” 

“...huh,” he said again and Pete had to hide a smile against Izzy’s shoulder. 

“I’m only the friendly one compared to you,” he pointed out. 

“Fuck off,” Izzy growled even as he moved in even closer. Pete glanced a kiss off his cheek. 

“Okay, so you and Faith get close. Eventually get engaged.” 

“Yeah, we were together all the time. We were gonna get out, you know? She was...she could’ve gone to a good college. Gotten money even.” 

“....this ends really sad, doesn’t it?” Pete had known that. You didn’t wear someone else’s ring around your neck and cling to it like a lifeline when the person who wore it had just moved to France or something. But this was less abstract now. He could hear the grief, practically taste it in the air. 

“She was only seventeen,” Izzy said miserably. “Where’s the goddamn fairness in that?” 

“There isn’t,” Pete rubbed his arm a little. “I’m sorry.” 

“She’s been gone longer than she was alive. If it had been me instead-” 

“No. That’s a dark road,” Pete dropped his voice, low and soothing. “And now how it went down. You lived. You made it here. Hope it’s not a bad place to be.” 

“It’s good,” Izzy agreed. “Does it...should I not wear it?” 

“Hell no. You wear it until you’re buried with it if you want,” Pete said, squeezing his arm a little. “You loved her. Think it’s good to honor that.” 

“You don’t wear your dad’s anymore.” 

“I was worried I’d leave it in the dressing room or something. I take it off too much. But it’s safe.” Ready for the day it would be repurposed the way his father wanted it to be anyway. “It’s different for you. The necklace was clever.” 

“Told you she was small, couldn’t even get it on my pinky,” he tapped the ring. 

“Tell me something else about her.” 

“Why?” 

“I like people you like, and there’s not a lot of them,” Pete settled a little, got comfortable. 

“I don’t remember-” 

“Aw, don’t lie. You’ve got a memory like a....do elephants actually have good memories or is that one of those sayings?” 

“Dunno. Think they do,” Izzy considered. “Don’t they mourn their dead or something?” 

“We’ll look it up later,” he decided. “Or ask Lucius, he always knows things like that. Anyway, just one story.” 

“We used to play hooky sometimes,” the words came slowly. It wasn’t a unique story and Izzy wasn’t really much of a storyteller, but two kids knocking around a city that Pete had claimed as his home had its own charm. 

Years later, Lucius would hear these stories too and he’d dig a little and produce the little photo. To Pete’s surprise, the girl he had conjured up in his imagination wasn’t far off from the real thing. By then, he’d met Delly too and wheedled out a few pictures of a younger, somehow impossibly, grumpier Izzy. It wasn’t hard to picture the two of them slipping around the edges of louder, bigger people. A shadowy pair clinging to the edges, determined to survive. 

“Sorry,” he told the picture when Lucius left it with him to go get his drawing supplies. “You should be here, I think. But I’m taking good care of him.” 

There was only silence, of course, but Pete didn’t mind. He preferred the dead where they belonged. Just seemed polite to acknowledge them sometimes. Just in case. 

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #feels just like i'm falling for the first time #pete black #izzy hands #faith callahan

[just-kit-ink]

I promise I'm getting to your asks (I love them all! ^^), but I had to send you this ask.

I'm not sure if you saw the post, but my OC Shiny doesn't like humans. Not as extreme as Eddie's hatred for toons, but it'd still be noticeable. The reason why is that in her cartoon, she was supposed to be the secondary antagonist, trying to convince the main guy to leave his girlfriend for her so she could take his money. However, the guy in charge changed his mind and decided they'd only have one baddie... A little too late though because Shiny had been brought to life already by the time the news got to her. Can you guess what happened to her?

So yeah. Shiny doesn't care much for humans. If she and Kitty did meet, Shiny wouldn't trust her at first, and would regard Kitty's love for toons with suspicion. Even though Shiny would have kind of mellowed out around the 80's. But she would find Kitty's spunky attitude amusing. She doesn't intend on bonding with Kitty, though (but of course she will. This is Kitty we're talking about XD)

In a way, I can see this kind of being a bonding thing for them. They both are angry over being wronged by humans, in similar ways even (Kitty's mom and Shiny both being casted out without a second thought). And once Shiny realized that Kitty is a genuine person, she'd relax and open up little by little with her ^^

//Oooh now this I like!

I mean it's not like Kitty is a stranger to toons being suspicious of her kind. Baby Herman didn't exactly take to her to begin with. The only times toons ever really interact long term with humans is when they're being directed by them. It's a business relationship more than a friendship unless they get really chummy with their animators or co-stars. Some might genuinely enjoy it, like toons that go to kids hospitals to cheer up the children. But others want to keep a barrier between their world and the one of their creators.

But Kitty would absaloutely understand where Shiny is coming from.

"So...you like cartoons huh?"

"Yes, my whole life has been dedicated to them."

"Hm...forgive me if I don't fall at your feet. I don't exactly trust your people"

"That's cool, neither do I."

"..."

#marinerainbow #shiny weasel #who framed roger rabbit #oc

[missn11]

Top five VtM characters that are NOT LaCroix, Ming-Xiao, or Nines ;D

@ryttu3k lol damn! XD well I'll make it harder for me by also not having vtmb characters too! XD (and that includes Beckett which is a shame since you know he would've been on this listt!)

5.

Jan Pieterzoon, he's at number five since the best I've read about him was in the epilogue that wasn't by Gherbod Fleming and gave me a ton of feels. I really like the idea of a Ventrue that actually believes in the noble oblige the clan is meant to have, and the struggles he has to deal with his feeding restriction and having a sire that constantly mindwipes him and tricked him into destroying things that could've protected the world from Gehenna and how angry he was when he found out the truth. I have to admit I like his potential that is expanded on in fandom rather in canon XD

4.

Lettow Kaminsky from vtm: nightroad, I really enjoyed Lettow as a character and romance option in nightroad, it was refreshing to have a Camarilla Prince who was both a Gangrel and also trying his damnest to do right by those he was responsible for, even when things are falling apart or when things get harder and harder to be morally good. Of course he isn't morally perfect, he still has some shadiness but that'd what you need in order to survive in the World of Darkness, though he tries to be fair especially to the courier. Also his annoyed filled banter with Juilan is really funny! XD

3.

D’Angelo from vtm: Coteries of New York and Shadows of New York

D' Angelo was one of the higlights of my first playthrough of Coteries and honestly for me his story was one of the strongest in that game. I love that he narrates like an old noir detective(though in this case its him narrating like the main character of his novel) and he really does try to do the right thing even when it can backfire on him and remade himself to help cope with his unlife. He really is interesting and would love to see more of him in later games or in the New York by Night web series.

2.

Ecaterina the Wise more specially from Vampire: The Masquerade - Redemption, although her place in vtm canon is really interesting too. I found Ecaterina an really interesting character in seeing how a person's idealism can take them into some messy places, and her understandable hatred does leave her to joining the Sabbat(which at the beginning weren't so bad but got worse as time went on). She definitely has the scholarly mindset of the older Brujah while also having the passion of the younger Brujah. In the dark ages parts of Redemption she was a sort of good sire to Christof (despite embracing him against his will and all) but its interesting how the years had changed her so much where to the point when they reunite in the modern nights, (we find out in the 'Bad ending' of Shadows of New York) she has Christof break Hana's jaw so she could be Ecaterina's double which is all kinds of screwed up.

1.

Julia Sowinski from vtm: shadows of new york

Julia is one of the most interesting and relatable protagonists I've played in a vtm game where you don't get to design your character. From her depression, her struggles in the world of darkness and her slowly troubled relationship with her human girlfriend Dakota, I couldn't help but feel for her and relate a little as well. I also enjoyed her sarcastic humor and her observations of the world around her, her interactions with the other characters, her banter and relationship with Qadir al-Asmai was the most enjoyable. There is a lot I could say but that would be getting into too many spoilers and I still need to play through the 'Good ending'

Phew, that was tricky but I hope this answered your question and this was fun to think through why I like each character a lot.

#vampire the masquerade #jan pieterzoon #d'angelo #ecaterina the wise #lettow kaminsky #prince lettow #julia sowinski #asks #ryttu3k

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: Girls’ Night

Pairings: MoonPiper, YasTory/Torsmine

***

“I’ll be straight up, babe. I did not think this would work.”

It seemed absurd to Piper, using “Girls’ Night” to set up her girlfriend’s best friend with Piper’s new karate buddy, and yet. Across the room, Tory’s laughing at Yasmine’s account of some celebrity embarrassing himself on TV, surprisingly patient as her nails are painted jet-black.

“Told you to trust me.” Moon nudges Piper’s shoulder.

“I don’t get it. Tory’s been broke her whole life. She hates girls like Yasmine.”

“Maybe, but...” Moon smirks. “I think that’s overpowered by the ‘redeemed ex-bitch’ connection. Holds more weight than you’d expect.”

***

So I had this thought, like...what if Moon and Piper stayed together in S4 and tried to set up Tory and Yasmine before Tory got together with Robby? Like Moon and Piper both definitely smell the sapphic vibes on these girls, but Moon alone senses the raw power and inevitable magnetism of the Angry Bisexual x Mean Lesbian dynamic XD

And somehow her intuition is spot-on. Love that for her <3

#allvalley100 #moonpiper #yastory #torsmine #moon x piper #piper x moon #yasmine x tory #tory x yasmine #moon cobra kai #piper elswith #yasmine cobra kai #tory nichols #cobra kai #cobra kai season 2 #cobra kai season 3 #cobra kai season 4 #don't worry about Robby he's happily dating Shawn in this timeline! #Also yas/metri what yas/metri #I simply refuse to acknowledge the Weird Beard Ship sorry #they're not dating they just practice kissed a few times <3 #warming up for kissing members of their own gender clearly

[imagineanime2022]

(1/2) I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!!!! My Affection With The Brothers request is so good! I love this especially Mammon would buy a present at least once per day for her, he would slowly move her in his room to basically share rooms with her, he would claim that she's his agent when he's off to a modelling gig even though she's clueless of what to do XD, he would forget his fear of Lucifer to stand up for her if she's in trouble, he makes sure she's ok by walking her to class & picking her up, he would grumble but actually does as she asks even paying whoever he owes, he stops talking to witches & succubus to listen to her, he would give something of his to her so it may keep other male demons away, his brothers would take advantage of his love for her to make him do something for them, he strongly dislikes sharing her attention with others, he may not say it much but he shows it through his actions, he was about to turn down the last minute modelling gig when she said he has to do it, she said he could ask for more money, the director asks if she's his girlfriend, she gently warned him to behave himself, he asks how he looks & blushed when she said he looks good but likes him when it's just him, she said he doesn't get to decide to have her as the model instead, he said it so softly only she could hear it, the director is happy with the change since it's more authentic, she's the only one against it until he said he will only do with her, the photo, she expected him to move but kissed her forehead instead, she knows what will happen because of the photo XD, Leviathan needs constant reassurance but only gives signs to them because he doesn't dare to ask, he likes it when their fingers run through his hair when his self- loathing is too much, he made a special password for them so he knows it's them, he often leaves his room to drag them to his room to spend time with him XD, he would go anywhere with them if they ask, they would rest against his chest as he play games in the bathtub or sofa, he kiss or wrap his tail around them when he's excited, he buy them something limited edition if they show interest in it, he would help them out with their studies if they need it, he would never tell them that he's the one who tried to make their stay comfortable by finding about their home, he got caught saying he loves them which they say they love him too, he was playing a new game late at night when they came over to his room, they told him they had a nightmare but thought about going back to their room, he told them he doesn't mind & let them sit in his lap, he still blushes even though it's not the first time, they asked about his game which he happily explained, he thought they're asleep when he said he loves them, they said it too before falling asleep XD, Asmodeus thought how cute both of them are when he found them sleeping, Lucifer let them continue since there's no classes, he complained before they suggest to go back to sleep, Satan is always patient with them no matter how times they ask him to explain again, he's usually with them but his presence isn't suffocating, they actually don't notice he's there until he pushed someone out or speak up XD, he always send texts to remind them of something important they need to do, he would call them Love or Kitten but not their name XD, he would usually go to them if he's angry unless he's so angry to invoke his demon form, he would use his tail to protect them or grab them if it won't hurt them, he can tolerate Lucifer if they ask but they have to be careful unless they want him to accuse him of not loving him, he would say he loves them if they did something endearing, he would read to them if they can't process or have no time to read it, he would introduce his adopted cats to them & leave them in their care if he's too busy, he doesn't mind if they call them their fur children, he will never admit he drags them away because he doesn't want to share their attention with others, he will tease them to fluster them but things will escalate if they tease him back,

I'm glad that you liked it!!