#truly that 'are ya winning mutuals

[hobie-enthusiast]

UNLIKELY CLASH !

— rulebreaker!hobie brown x perfectionist!gn!reader

— enemies to lovers, swearing (more than last and fuck too), mutual pining, making out, small bit of harassment, rebellious teens, confused feelings, getting together

— hobie brown was everything you weren’t, so maybe that’s what attracted the two of you together so well (pt. 2)

— here part two gang! honestly i have an idea for part three in mind but if that’s something u honestly want pls lmk asap

— part 1 | part 2 (here) | part 3

The next couple of weeks were.. odd between you and Hobie.

Even after a heartfelt confession about the pressure you felt, you still had a reputation to uphold. You kept treating him the way you normally did; ignoring him and pretending he didn’t exist.

At first, this didn't really bother Hobie. He was used to chasing after you, messing with you and poking fun at the student council president. But he was getting bored. The small bits of making you late to class or taking up your time were amusing, but he wanted more of a reaction from you.

When he started interacting less and less, you grew confused. As much as you hated to admit it, you liked the attention and small interactions.

Though it was small, being late and skipping class (very rarely at this point), made you excited. It made you feel.. alive in a way.

But all that was dissipating. And you were upset about it.

You sat in your room after a long school day, mindlessly scrolling through your computer. Your parents had asked that you try and find a prom outfit, but that became boring really quick. You could never wear something truly exciting; just some fancy outfit plain coloured with fancy hair.

A knock on your window startled you from your thoughts. Glancing out, you see Hobie looking in, motioning for you to open the window. You walk over confused, deciding to open the window.

"Brown? It's.." You glance back at your alarm clock. "..10 pm. What are you doing here?"

"Awe, come on sweetheart. After such a confession, shouldn't we be on a first name basis?" He says, inviting himself into your room.

You scoff. "One, no, as you don't use my first name. And two, you can't be here! My parents are right down the hall!"

Hobie shrugged as he looked around your room, analyzing the decor. He noticed the clean desk you had, along with a neat bookshelf of many scientific books and knick-knacks. It suited you, every detail down to the way your game console sat neatly on your TV stand, not a speck of dust in sight.

"Did you show up just to judge my room?"

Hobie shook his head. "Nah, came t' ask ya somethin'." He said, sitting on your desk chair. "Up for an adventure?"

"Excuse me?" You question, taking a seat across from him on your bed. "When?"

"Now."

You know Hobie was.. absolutely crazy in some ways. But this? Going on a random adventure on a Friday night, and asking the person he wants to go with by entering their room via window was.. not the kind of crazy you would categorize him as.

You raise your eyebrows, crossing your arms. "You serious right now?"

"As serious as I always am." He responds with a shrug. "'s up to you. We'll be gone 'till tomorrow. Either 'u're up for a challenge or not."

A challenge he says? Hobie knew that you could be riled up from being challenged to do something. Perfectionists always had to win in his eyes.

And he was right.

"Give me five minutes."

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Next thing you knew, you were on a train from your isolated little town to Brooklyn itself. Hobie blindly led you onto a train, told you to not worry about tickets, then let the train take you both to the destination in mind.

Of course Hobie remembered what you said at the tree. He had been holding onto it for a while now. He knew you wanted to go to a city, do whatever you wanted, just for a little bit. And he was going to be the one to give that to you. Why? Well, that's a question he couldn't answer for himself.

"Brooklyn?" You questioned, looking out of the train window. "Why Brooklyn?"

"You said it under the tree. Ya wanted to go to the city, no?"

You nodded slowly, looking back out the window with a small smile. Of course you were flattered that he remembered your words. At least, you were hoping he did, you practically poured your feelings out.

Once the train stopped, you both stepped out of the station to admire the tall buildings towering over you. Hobie couldn’t help but be amused at the way your eyes shined at the new scenery. He practically came here everyday.

But he couldn’t tell you that. Not without plausible answers to the inevitable questions.

“So..” You turn to look at him, eyes still bright. “What do we do?”

He shrugs, hands in his vest pockets. “Whatever ya want. ‘s ‘ur day, no?”

"But I don't know where to go. I've never been to the city before."

Hobie's eyes widened for a moment, shocked at your words. You were really so sheltered you hadn't been to the city right beside your town? The thought alone was crazy to Hobie. He never understood why adults were so.. controlling.

He sighs, walking ahead. "Follow me then. I'll show ya ‘round."

And so you did just that. You followed Hobie around the city, taking in the sights he's showing you. All around the city, passing and weaving through people, making sure you had a nice time.

There was something you noticed. Before Hobie took you somewhere, he provided you with options on where to go. He didn't force you to go one place with him. He didn't strictly follow an itinerary. He always asked what you wanted to do, giving you full control of the day.

It was.. refreshing. This sense of freedom was exactly what you needed. To feel the fresh air of the city without worrying about impressing anyone. Hobie wasn't judging you, and you certainly weren't judging yourself.

The end of the day came quicker than your liking, and the two of you were on the rooftop of an apartment complex. The sun was setting behind the tall buildings, and Hobie brought the two of you some noodles to eat (he definitely didn't steal them).

You take a bite, setting the cup down with a sigh. "Today was.. actually really nice. I don't think I ever felt that, free before, if that makes sense?"

"Don't worry, you can say it." Hobie said, nudging your arm.

You roll your eyes with a small smile. "Mm.. guess I can. Thanks, Brown."

"Y'know, you can call me 'obie, swee'heart." He responded, shrugging. "'s better than m' last name, I think."

"I can't give you that satisfaction. Not yet."

Hobie raised an eyebrow, a shit-eating smirk crossing his face. "Yet?"

You're ready to correct yourself, but the words die in your throat. You couldn't help but like the sound of "yet". It meant more time with Hobie.. and you enjoyed that. Hobie's company was something you were starting to crave. Almost like a drug.

Hobie glanced over at you. "Gotta admit, didn't expect ya t' come with me. Considerin' 'ur parents don't know ya snuck out."

“Yeah well..” You sigh, looking out onto the building with a soft smile. “Maybe I just needed something different.” You finish, looking over at Hobie.

You’re suddenly very aware of how close the two of you are to each other. Hobie’s eyes flicker; your eyes, your mouth, and back a couple times. It’s almost like.. he was asking you for something. The longer you both stared, the more tempted he became, and you honestly couldn’t blame him.

So why did you pull away?

As soon as he started leaning in, you pulled back, clearing your throat. His eyes widen before narrowing, scoffing gently. Guess he misread the situation.

You really couldn’t tell him he didn’t.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The next weeks Hobie Brown didn’t show up to school.

You had a feeling you were the cause. Brushing him off like that was such a dick move on your part. You knew that. You wanted nothing more than to find him and run to him, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

But you couldn’t. You had an image to maintain. A reputation. All the trust you worked so hard to accumulate would go down the drain in an instant.

Of course.. Hobie may be worth that.

Hobie to you is worth that risk. All his rule breaking and crazed adventures are just what you need in your life. Something that gives you the freedom you longed for.

But you had to go and screw it up. And now here you were, three weeks after the incident, at your locker with a guy trying to talk you up.

“C’mon, [Name], just one night! It’ll change your life!”

You groan, slamming the locker shut. “Dude, I said no. Can you stop?”

“Why? I gotta know why!” He persisted, grabbing your wrist as you tried walking away.

You yank your arm away, trying to escape. “I don’t owe you that! Let me go.”

“Not until you-”

“Hey.”

You turn at the sudden voice, shocked at who it belonged to. There stood Hobie Brown, eyes filled with anger.

“They said, let go.” He said, grabbing the guy’s arm and yanking it away. “Learn t’ take a hint, aye?”

The guy’s eyes narrowed. “And who do you think you are, Brown? Their boyfriend?”

“As a matter of fac’-”

Then, Hobie turns you to him, bringing your lips to his. No warning, no asking, nothing. Just does what he’s been craving after three weeks of disappearance.

Everyone in the hallway around you two watched with shocked faces. Nobody could have seen this coming, not even you.

A thousand thoughts rushed through your head as Hobie kissed you, but one screamed to push away. So you did, giving him a shocked look before grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the scene. You drag him to a storage closet, shutting the door.

“Brown, what the hell was that?!” You immediately ask, eyes narrowed. “What, do you disappear for three weeks then kiss every person you were hanging out with? What the hell?”

Hobie sighed, leaning against a shelf behind him. “Guy needed t’ be taught a lesson. Made sure he won’t bother ya.”

“I can do that on my own!” You respond, shoving an accusing finger in his chest. “Where have you been?!”

“Thinkin’.” Is all he responds with.

You groan. “For three weeks? Shit Hobie, I..” You words fall short. You want to say it.. squeeze it out. “I.. missed you.”

Hobie’s eyes widened as he takes in your words. You.. missed him? He never would have seen this coming; a confession from the president in a dingy storage closet? Not on his bucket list.

Your eyes watch Hobie, doing that same pattern he did on the rooftop; eyes, mouth, eyes. You wanted to kiss him again.. feel those lips again on yours. No.. you needed it.

You know what? Fuck this perfect image.

You grab onto Hobie's vest, pulling him in to connect your lips. Your rough with your movements at first, closing your eyes tightly and latching onto him with a white-knuckle grip. Hobie's eyes widened for a moment before they showed a more prideful look, kissing you back with just as much emotion.

His hands find placement on your lower back, pulling you into him as the kiss escalates from one to many. Hobie was like a starved man, slotting his leg in between yours to support you, pushing you back against the shelf and knocking over some cleaning supplies.

That could be fixed later.

Your original intention of one passionate kiss to show him how you felt turned into many heated kisses. The bell for class was drowned out by how into the moment you both were.

“Fuck.. Hobie..” You whisper, diving back in for another kiss.

Hobie groaned in turn, pulling you impossibly closer. “Shit sweetheart.. can’t say m’ name like that.”

“Hmm.. why’s that..?”

“‘s gonna drive me crazy..”

Suddenly, the doorknob to the closet rattles, causing you both to pull away. Your eyes go wide as Hobie grabs it from where he stands, bringing one finger to his lips to make you stay quiet.

The person on the other side tries to open the door, but ultimately fails. They groan and mumble something before walking away. Hobie looks over at your expression, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” He whispers, planting a kiss to your jaw. “Or are ya gonna keep pretendin’ you’re too good for it?”

You sigh, rolling your eyes as you take his hand. "Nah, not this time. Come on."

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[callmelola111]

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synopsis: it’s summer and you’re back at camp stillwater. as a counselor you mean serious business and you’ll do whatever it takes for your cabin to come out on top. the only thing in the way of that; ellie williams and her crazy antics. 

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 3.3k

      | ❀ | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, some fluff + some angst (for now), marijuana use, pet names (doll, princess, hun), light sexual themes, swearing, mentions of blood (reader gets bloody nose), mentions of age (reader and ellie are both said to be 20 but feel free to change it in ur head lol)

a/n: feeling so summer lately i just had to write this. living vicariously through reader cause like why tf am i not having a summer camp gay awakening. this series is just 3 parts but it is sweet as pie so pls enjoy!!! i love you all dearly ♡~ lola

The blinding sun beamed down on your bare skin. Normally the sweltering heat would bother you more, but the excitement of your first day back at camp was more than enough to distract you from the outlandish temperatures. You barreled down the grassy hill, duffle bag in hand, revealing the large wooden arch that spelled out the words CAMP STILLWATER.

The grounds were bustling with counselors and caretakers preparing for the arrival of campers later that evening. Everyone was dressed in color coded garments that signaled what cabin group they belonged to. You were dressed in red, head of cabin 12. Your sheer, white ringer tee read “Staff” and was hemmed with strips of crimson. To match, a pair of red booty shorts with white stretching down the sides. They were just long enough to cover your plush cheeks until naturally riding up as you walked to reveal the crease where ass meets thigh. To top it off, knee high socks striped with the same exact red. You were fucking adorable.

Nature crunched under your sneakers as you practically skipped down the trail headlining it to your cabin. As you reached the steps a very familiar voice called out your name.

“Well, well, well, look who it is. Cabin neighbors, once again. Did ya miss me doll?”

“Ellie fucking Williams, don’t flatter yourself. I’ve been praying all week that I wouldn’t get stuck with your dumbass again. But, here we are.” You rolled your eyes in a dramatic fashion putting an emphasis on your obvious sarcasm. This would be your 3rd summer bunking next door to your biggest rival Ellie Williams.

Although you and Ellie weren’t truly enemies, she did get on your nerves, and you got on hers. This fed into a mutual sarcastic bit that you guys have continued to carry out for years. You’d think by 20 years old the two of you would’ve grown out of these childish antics, but it was secretly one of your favorite parts of the summer. 

Ellie gave a half-assed chuckle, “you can never escape me.”

“Oh yes I can!” You whipped your head around, excusing yourself from the conversation and climbed up the weathered steps of your cabin. Ellie gawked as she watched you depart, your thighs giggling with each step. Her piercing green eyes always found their way to your body, but only when she thought you wouldn’t notice.

You entered the barren room and didn't even take the time to unpack before you started adorning the walls with themed decor and tying red ribbons in your hair. Cabin 12 always thrived with spirit when you were there. You took your role as camp counselor seriously and took the competitiveness even more seriously.

Camp Stillwater ran on a point system, and at the end of the summer the cabin with the most wins a trophy. The girls from your cabin were always finishing first in the tournament games, but when they didn’t, it was Ellie’s stupid blue campers who were swooping in to steal the victory. It drove you crazy. Last summer you came second to her and you were determined to never let it happen again. You began speaking to the empty room as if trying to somehow manifest these dreams into reality.

“This year cabin 12 will finish the summer with the most points.”

“Talking to yourself again?” You jumped at the sound of Ellie, not noticing that she had been lurking in the doorway. She was only there for a moment, but didn’t feel like announcing herself, too busy enjoying you running around like an excited puppy, spouting off about victory. Ellie had always admired your high spirits and go-getter attitude. A ray of light emitted from you constantly and she loved to bask in its glory. But, of course, she’d never let it be known.

“God Ellie you can’t just sneak up on me like that!”

“Sorry princess but the warden wants everyone at the mess hall like now. Come on slacker!” You noticed the change of clothes on Ellie, she was now adorned in a T-shirt just like yours but with blue details rather than red. Her auburn hair was pulled into a messy half-up, half-down, she always wore it like that when it started getting hot.

“Shut up, I'm not a slacker!! I’m just busy going above and beyond for my campers.” you argued, a pout forming on your lips. Ellie always knew how to press your buttons.

“You really wanna win this year huh?” She moved into your space, tilting her head with a cocky smirk. 

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“And you really think I’m gonna let that happen?” she teased.

“You’re so annoying Ellie. You can do whatever you want, but I will be winning” You jutted your head forward dramatically in an attempt at intimidation. Ellie rolled her eyes.

“Right… let’s just get going before we’re late and they don’t let you counsel at all” Ellie grabbed your hand and pulled, urging you to follow. Feeling her warm, calloused hand in yours, you almost didn’t want to let go. But, you did.

The mess hall was lined with strings of wooden picnic tables, all connecting to create a sense of community when it was filled with campers. Flags cascaded the walls, each a different color with a number, representing the teams. A large case expanded across the back wall, filled with trophies from years before. The corners of your mouth upturned with anticipation of the summer to come. Your thoughts were soon interrupted by an amplified voice booming from a megaphone. Holding said megaphone was the warden, Mrs. Campbell.

“Alright ladies! Tonight is the night! You all know what to do so go ahead and file out to find your campers!!” You and Ellie exited out the back of the building, heading to the camp entrance. A swarm of girls’ chatting and screams grew louder as staff united with them. One of your favorite parts about Camp Stillwater was the lack of boys. You felt safe, and you loved the idea of getting to empower all these young impressionable women.

You held up a sign signaling your cabin number and a single file line began forming in front of you. You handed each of your girls red ribbons (matching the ones in your own hair) as a personal touch, trying to foster a bond right from the start. Meanwhile, Ellie stood around for her campers dapping them up, giving off the perfect “chill counselor” vibe. You found the lack of discipline a little obnoxious but to each their own. 

That night Stillwater kicked off camp with a bonfire complete with goodies for smores. You sat, knees together on the rough log, feeling as it left imprints of the bark on your bare thighs. Ellie sat just one log over goofing off with some other staff members, shooting an occasional glance at you.

The plastic bag of graham crackers crinkled as you ripped it open to begin assembling your late night snack. The hot air had turned cool with the lack of sun, but the preceding heat lingered in the melted chocolate you attempted to pass out. You stared as the sticky mallow and sweet liquid coco coated your fingers, inviting golden crumbs to join in. Ellie observed you deciding how to handle the mess, and with just a few seconds of thought, watched you stick your sugary soaked fingers straight in your mouth. A surge of guilt hit Ellie, noticing how much your licking troubled her. She clenched her thighs together and decided sweets just weren't for her.

With your hunger satisfied, the bonfire burned bright and you droned off getting lost in the flicker of the flames. Just then, you see a familiar Ellie in your peripherals wandering to the woods. Curious, you peeled your sticky legs from where you sat and got up to follow. You trailed behind her struggling to conceal your presence due to the snapping twigs under your feet. Ellie snaked her body back to acknowledge you and your obviousness. She loved to tease.

“Stalker much?” 

“God, you wish I was stalking you, Williams.” 

“So why are you following me then? Trying to catch me breakin’ the rules?” she questioned, half joking, half not. Continuing your follow, the two of you reached a more secluded part of the forest and Ellie halted.

“If you don’t want me to catch you, then maybe you should stop breaking rules. Ever think of that?” you taunted.

“Whatever Nancy Drew.” And with that, Ellie reached into her pocket pulling out a freshly rolled joint.

“You gonna bust me?” she teased before you quickly slapped the drugs out of her hands and into the moist dirt below.

“ELLIE!!!” you scolded her like she was a camper.

“Hey what the hell dude?!” she reached down to retrieve the now dirty joint and began to light it. A panicked look washed over your face and your eyes darted around, surveying for any possible company. God forbid you let this girl get you in trouble.

“I should be saying what the hell to you! Smoking on the job? So much for setting a good example… God, Ellie!” You palmed your face not sure how to proceed. In spite of your make believe beef, Ellie was your friend and you didn’t want to tattle. On the other hand though, the goodie two shoes and competitive freak inside wanted so badly to expose Ellie's naughty behavior. With her out of the picture, you could finish this summer out with a win. But, if you were being honest with yourself, camp wouldn’t be the same without her.

“Sorry, sorry. I know” Ellie shook her head at the ground pretending to be ashamed but she couldn’t have cared less. She knew you’d never tell, so on she went with her scheming.

“You wanna hit though?” 

“Ellie!!” This time you gave a blow to her exposed bicep, really trying to lay the guilt on thick.

“Come onnnn. This is your 3rd year here, you’ve gotta loosen up at some point. Just one hit? Please, for me?” Ellie flashed you the most annoying puppy dog eyes and a devilish smirk already anticipating your answer. Growing up you found it easy to resist peer pressure, you’ve always thought of yourself as a rule follower, but when it came to Ellie she always knew what to say to push you to the edge. She was such an instigator and you fell for her act every damn time.

“Fine… one hit.” She practically shoved the weed in your hands in excitement as you reluctantly gave in. Ellie always had so much fun chipping away at that good girl exterior you worked so hard to uphold. You then took a slow drag and passed it back to her. You fixated on her wet lips as they placed themselves around the joint. She took a quick inhale before an amused look spread across her face.

“Cherry?” Already feeling the high, you gave Ellie a puzzled look, not understanding what she meant. 

“Your lipgloss hun” She gestured to the pink stain rimming the tip of the joint.

Your face flushed red, “shit sorry.” You dug your foot into the ground and gave your lips a lick, recalling the fruity flavor.

“S’all good, I liked the taste” She replied, making your face turn a shade redder, almost matching the shorts that hugged your curves. Ellie would remember this moment, the taste of your lipgloss felt like a brush with destiny. Already assimilating the flavor to memory, she imagined her lips on yours and that cherry taste lingering in an exchange of saliva. God Ellie!! Stop being a perv and shut the fuck up!!

As one of the few masculine girls at camp, she was practically drowning in women, but her fixation with you prevented anything past a casual hook up. And casual hook up she did- with at least a fourth of the staff. Understandably, things got desperate being stuck at camp for 2 months straight. It’s not like you had the privacy to rub one out while sleeping in a room full of occupied bunk beds. But, with Ellie being a known player, you personally hadn’t thought twice about getting involved, despite the occasional butterflies. Bullying each other was more fun anyways.

Finally, Ellie finally finished off the joint, letting you take a couple more hits in between hers. She stomped the roach out into the moist ground making sure to put out any remaining embers. Her long stride pointed in the direction of the light filled cabins before you stopped her. With weed now rampant in your system, you weren’t ready for the night to end. 

“Waitttt, stopppp, we can’t go nowww!” You grabbed Ellie’s wrist leading her back into the darkness, straight towards the lake.

“What? You wanna hangout with me all of the sudden?”

“I- I wanna swim…” you mumbled, almost afraid to hear it come out of your mouth. One of the most important rules at Camp Stillwater was no swimming after dark. Ellie almost gasped hearing you propose such a mischievous idea. 

“Rulebreaker! Rulebreaker!” she chanted, almost falling over with laughter. Inside though, Ellie was kicking her feet at the thought of having a late night swim with her favorite girl. 

“Come on Els, you’re the one who told me to live a little. Pleaseeee!!” You bat your long lashes like a cartoon character but there was no need to beg as Ellie was already on board. She loved corrupting you.

“I’ll race you!!” She shouted before dashing through the trees, kicking up dirt with each long stride. Of course she turned it into a competition, and you bolted right after her trying to catch up.

Neither of you even stopped to breathe as you reached the edge of the lake. Instead shirts, shorts, and shoes all flying off your bodies landing amongst the greenery, desperate to get your sweaty bodies into the cool, evening waters. As you dived in, a sense of euphoria washed over your body along with the deep blue ripples of H2O. Ellie’s head rose out of the water 2nd. She slicked her wet hair back and gave you a toothy smile that was to die for. You giggled at the sight, everything seeming a bit more silly while under the influence. 

“Having fun princess?” she questioned, cheeks full.

“Yeah I am,” you smiled back, “I don’t think the fact that I’m breaking like 5 different rules has hit me yet.”

“Enough with the rules, let's have fun!” Ellie dove back into the water circling around your smooth legs. She took ur skin between her pointer and thumb, giving you little pinches like some sort of sea creature. You kicked and squirmed in reaction causing Ellie to shoot back up from her underwater adventure.

“Fuck off!” you shoved her bare shoulder with a teasing force. She put her hands up surrendering to your irritation. Her veiny arms glistened with lake water and your eyes wandered before getting stuck on the large tattoo adorning her forearm.

“Hey, that wasn’t there last summer.” you gestured to her.

“Yeah, uh, I got it a few months ago”

“It looks good,” you paused, “can I touch?” Ellie offered out her inked limb to you. It rested in your left hand and you used your right to trace the linework. Water droplets collected with each gentle brush of your fingertips. Goosebumps followed your delicate touch and Ellie's face turned red with enjoyment. 

“S’pretty” you said, noticing a blush growing across your own face. You glanced off into the distance at the silence. The thick forest trees and bright stars urged you to take in a deep, pollution free inhale. Ellie broke the moment of zen to speak.

“Turn around.” she demanded. You obliged immediately despite her unknown intentions. You felt her hot breath on your neck and sudden skin-to-skin contact. She hooked her long fingers around your wet locks of hair, moving them across your back to one side. A chill radiated down your spine

“What are you doing Ellie?” you whispered. The closeness you shared and the now still lake, cloaked with haze, sent a hush over the both of you. 

“Guess what I’m drawing” she whispered back. You scrunched up your shoulders in response to her vibrations hitting at your pulse. The feeling of her rough fingers met your back and began tracing symbols. You attempted to focus on her movements but it proved hard to decipher the message when she felt so close. Despite knowing Ellie for a long time, the two of you had never had this much prolonged touch. It ignited a feeling that you weren’t sure how to get control of. The silence hinted at your cluelessness.

“Here I’ll do it again,” she said, drawing out "I ♡ U” once more across your back.

“Fuck, I dont know. A dick?” You turned back to face Ellie questioning her with a giggle. Her face was littered with disappointment before quickly concealing it from you with a big splash of water. The tender moment was lost. She went along with your answer, lying through her teeth. 

“Fine, you got me freak! It was a dick.” You splashed Ellie back harder, amused by her childish humor. The water slinging continued until you both became absolutely winded and ready to climb in bed. Oh fuck, bed...

“ELLIE, OH MY GOD, CURFEW!” you practically squealed before switching to breaststroke and heading towards land. Ellie snapped out of this little dream and followed after you.

You frantically threw on your clothes over your now soaked bra and panties. Wet spots began seeping through your shorts as you fiddled with your sneakers. Your wet feet swirled in the dirt below, caking them with the mud of your making. You vetoed the shoes and bolted towards the cabins completely barefoot. You were so focused on getting back that you hardly even noticed the branches and rocks assaulting your skin.

“FUCK WAIT UP!!” Ellie yelled, just feet behind you. As you looked back to acknowledge her request your ankle caught on a huge log that littered the forest's path. Your balance was thrown and your face went plummeting straight into the ground, hitting a dull rock on its way down. Ellie’s pace doubled as she jumped to your rescue. She fell to her knees by your side giving you support as you lifted yourself up. Looking down, your hands were dirty, stuck wood chips pressed into the skin. You dusted them off against each other, seemingly fine.

“Bro, oh my god, are you okay??” Ellie pestered, worried out of her mind. 

“I think, yeah. It was honestly more embarrassing than painful.” you gave a light chuckle before looking up from the ground when suddenly a gush of liquid escaped your nose. Your finger dipped into the steady flow and you took note of the deep red now covering them.

“Just great.” you rolled your eyes. Ellie had the most concerned look on her face despite your injury being a simple bloody nose.

“We’ve gotta get you to the nurse like now!”

“Ellie chill, I’d rather not have an encounter with authority while I'm high as fuck and out past curfew.” You never thought you'd be saying that sentence.

“Fine, at least take this.” Ellie handed you a crumpled up tissue she had retrieved from her athletic shorts and you shoved it up your nose halting the flow.

Returning to the main area of the campgrounds felt like a walk of shame. You were drenched, muddy, and decorated in your own blood, and Ellie looked just as bad. Eventually the two of you reached your neighboring cabins and there waiting in between the steps of 11 and 12 was Warden Campbell. Fuck.

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#wlw #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie smut #ellie tlou #ellie williams fan fiction #ellie williams series #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #callmelola111 #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie williams tlou #tlou #the last of us #tlou 2 #tlou 2 smut #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 #tlou ellie #the last of us 2 #tlou series #the last of us ellie

[xylianasblog]

Love games

Pairings: Recom Quaritch x FemSully Reader

Summary: It was always just a game to him, he was never really going to let you go. A game so simple so fun, there was room for much at stake even just this once.

Warnings: MDNI, predator/prey, fingering, p in v, mutual pining, dirty talk, I think that is it

A/n: I feel like this wasn’t my best at all, I wanted to try something a little different but I still hope you guys enjoy it!

꒦꒷❀꒷꒦ ❀✿❀꒦꒷❀꒷꒦MDNI ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦❀✿❀ ꒦꒷❀꒷꒦

It was like a game to him, a game of cat and mouse. The never-ending battle of fun. Maybe lust? Who knows you were never one to question it, ponder the thoughts as you ran, ran as fast as your legs could carry you.

He always found you, you never got away, but maybe you liked this sort of game.

It was a game of trust, or maybe it wasn’t? Maybe it was the level of lust. Nonetheless you ran, sweet words of the man you were running from playing in your mind.

“If you can run and hide, only if you can survive will I let you go free, sweetheart.” Your ears perked up, back straight in attention. The easiest thing to be offered, he must be out of his mind, “But, if I catch you, if I find you. Say goodbye to your family, cuz I’ll be keeping ya.”

Those words were so heavy so enticing, you found yourself contemplating. You’d surely win, you knew this forest like the back of your hand. You’d make it out alive because truly you had no reason to not survive. At least that’s what you told yourself, two weeks since he captured you, have you been playing this game, yet he’s never touched you.

You weren’t dumb and you definitely weren’t naive you saw the way he eyed you with such carnal need. You felt it, the tension, it made your skin crawl. Such a desperate look, he only wanted a taste. Maybe more than that, maybe he wanted you as his mate. The thought made you shiver, the slightest flicker of desire settled in the pit of your stomach. Each step felt heavier and heavier as you ran.

You were determined to win this time; you were determined to survive. Your running came to a stop as you rested back against the tree, chest heaving. Your ears perked up trying to listen for every sound, it was quiet, the type of silent that had your body on high alert.

Eerily quiet, it felt so bad, bad enough you felt the dread seep into your bones. Taking a mall step away from the tree, the unsettling feeling you wanted it to go away. Your step was quiet, you were as silent as a mouse, so focused on the task at hand you didn’t have time to process the hand.

Not just any hand no, his hand wrapped tightly around the front of your neck as he brought your back to his chest. “Found ya.” Was all you heard.

Your stomach did a flip, the desire deep inside burned to life. Your body was well aware of the male, too aware of him. This time was different, this time you felt it. His grip on your neck as his other hand traced the inside of your thigh, your body froze. “You thought you could run? Thought you could hide? Babygirl..” he whispered as he kissed the back of your neck. “I’d find you every time.” That was no threat, not even close. It was a promise, one so deep you felt it in your soul.

Your body shuddered as you felt his fingers rub over your loincloth, your slick barely leaking through. The chase always made you horny, but this was the first time he’s touched you. His grip on your neck never loosened yet it also never tightened, his free hand now using his fingers to push your bottom side. Long slender fingers slipping between your folds, teasing your clit. Your brain couldn’t process anything other than the feel of his fingers teasing your sensitive nub.

Your legs nearly buckled once you felt his push into your entrance with his slick-covered fingers, your walls instantly tightened around his fingers as his thumb teased your sensitive nub. “Look at ya, you’ve been waiting for this huh? Ya pussy been begging for me.”

You opened your mouth to disagree, denying every word but you couldn’t, your body wouldn’t let you. You wanted this, craved this. Wanting to know what it’d be like to be fucked dumb by this gorgeous man.

Your hands grabbed at his forearms as he continued to fuck into you with his fingers, your soft moans and cries filled his ears. His body was on fire, wanting nothing more than to be buried deep inside you. His cock throbbed in his bottoms, the tightness making him growl in frustration.

Without moving you to push he undid your loincloth, watching it fall to the ground before his hand moved to undo his cargo pants. A loud groan slipped past his lips as he freed himself from his restraints, your body burned in anticipation at the feeling of his cock pressed against the curvature of your ass.

Your body couldn’t protest, the words wouldn’t leave your lips. Your body begged for his touch, overall to be fucked.

He pressed your body up against the tree, his hands moving down to grab at your ass, watching the way his length pressed against your folds before disappearing inside you.

You moaned loudly as a deep growl rumbled from his chest, he pressed into you more as he wrapped his hand back around your neck. “Looks like I finally caught you, you’re mine now sweetheart.”

Taglist: @pandoraslxna @neteyamsoare @criticallybella @sunfyresrider @neteyamsyawntu @tiredmamaissy @headsincloud9 @etherialblackrose @blue-slxt @justcaptiannoodles @neteyamyawne @oakbuggy @hotdsworld @plooto @itchaboi-itchyboy @eywaite @quicktosimp @luvv4j4ybe11 @cardi-bre91

#romancingpandora2024 #avatar twow #avatar smut #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #recom quaritch x reader #recom quaritch

[vrisrezis]

Hi! Im sure you probably had this request before but if not could you make a rocket x fox!reader where they knew eachother before they join the guardians and after some mutual pinning after awhile they start dating. During infinity war after thanos snaps reader disappears in his arms but is brought back and have a real sweet moment? Sorry if this is to long and feel free to ignore!! Have a great day :)

You and rocket met while he was trying to capture you. Apparently, a warrant was out for your arrest and you had a huge bounty on your head that he was more than willing to take for himself. However, you proved to be extremely difficult to defeat himself, even with groots assistance. He also didn’t know you were… animalistic like him, furry like him, different like him. Something about you made him hold back, and he’s glad he did. He followed you around for awhile after failing to capture you, and you ran away. He found you at a bar, where you pretended not to recognize him and talked over a couple drinks. It’s upon close inspection he recognized some of the metal parts on your back, as well as the writing on your side, it’s in the same spot his is, but his fur was able to hide it well. So was yours, but he was able to casually touch you, move the fur, and see it for himself.

While it did take time to convince you, and quite a bit of physical violence, he was completely set in making the two of you friends due to this connection. And eventually he’d succeed and you’d succumb to his charm and eventually the two of you would be traveling together as friends.

Over the course of your odd friendship, you both had gained feelings for one another. Something even groot had taken notice to. It was never really addressed, since neither of you were willing to confront eachother about your feelings.

It isn’t addressed till after you both join the guardians of the galaxy, shortly after groot becomes a baby. Something about nearly losing both you and groot in the fight with Ronan, had made the raccoon extremely emotional and finally allowed himself to be truly vulnerable and tell you how he truly feels for you.

You of course accepted his feelings.

And all was well for the both of you, for awhile.

But all the very few great things that happen in your life must come to a halt.

You had felt the need to once again save the galaxy, and you were determined to stay by groot and rockets side. For awhile, you were unsure. This was the first time you truly felt hopeless in a fight. Even against Ronan, it felt like there was a small chance of winning. But thanos? There was just no way. You, deep down in the pits of your soul, knew there was no way you’d win.

Of course, rocket tried to ease your worries. “We’re the freakin guardians of the galaxy, we got this babe.”

but as always, you were right.

He watched groot leave him, with his own two eyes. The grief felt immediate, but he had no time to cry, as he saw you slowly disappear too. “No… y/n!” he says, grabbing onto you. You sigh, looking at him. You had a feeling you were gonna die today anyway. You put a hand on his cheek and give him a bittersweet smile. “See ya later, rocket.”

he tries to engulf you in his arms, but your disintegrating body slips through his grasp.

He doesn’t even remember how long he sat there and cried.

5 years passes, and he is completely alone. Or, that’s what it feels like. Even after all this time, he’d think the pain, the anguish and the grief would go away but it never does. He thinks about the guardians, groot, you, everyday. He thinks he’s wallowed in his pain long enough, and he hates how familiar this feeling is. It’s happened so many times he thinks he’d be used to it, but he never is.

He finds himself trying to motivate thor back into shape, or his own version of motivation anyway. It’s almost like he’s talking to himself, because deep down rocket knows he needs to get a grip too.

Eventually all that fighting and pain is worth it. He sees groot again, and all the other guardians that he missed. His one and only family. But now he looks for you. And he finds you.

You wave to him, from a far distance. He comes dashing, and tackles you into a big hug. You smile and laugh, and he wraps his tail around you. “Hey rocket. How much later is it?”

He gives you a choked up laugh.

“Much. Much later.”

#heyyy #i finally finished it #rocket x reader #rocket the raccoon x reader #rocket racoon x reader #rocket raccoon x reader #mcu x y/n #mcu x you #mcu x reader #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #marvel x reader

[hanmasghost]

hello it's me again I'm kinda scared but can I get some hanma x older brother reader?

“Hanma’s Brother”

400 Special

Authors Note:

Aaaaaa! My boy Hanma! Thank you for participating^^ it makes me very happy! Anyways- please don’t feel scared to ask me for something^^; I love getting requests and just interacting with people in general so feel free to interact with my blog anytime yeah?

Pronouns: He/Him

Warning(s): mentions of cigarettes, short

HCs

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❥ He absolutely loves you

- Like you pretty much raised this mf how can he not?

- Probably why most people hate you

❥ He’s the reckless one while you’re the loud one

- Sure he’s loud but you’re louder

❥ Why work? We can just have fun kicking peoples ass

- Annoys you throughout work regularly

- Actually confused as to why you work

- Like “what do we need money for?” And it’s just a whole thing

❥ Had you meet Kisaki

- You have a mutual hate for each other

- He joins Hanma in annoying you at work, in turn you annoy him in the middle of his gang stuff

- In both situations, Hanma just joins whoever is annoying the other and makes the person even more annoyed

❥ This man literally pulls sneak attacks on you all the time

- Normally it’s just him, but one time he jumped you in an empty city street at night with a group of guys

- It’s literally just so he can enjoy the adrenaline rush

- Than why doesn’t he just ask to fight a 1v1?

- Because then he knows he doesn’t have a chance to win the fight at all, so it has to be random

❥ Has and will bring a pocket knife to any and all your romantic partners

- Cause if your partner wants to truly be in your life they “can’t be afraid of some lil’ pocket knife”

- They also have to accept that they would not only be apart of your life but his, and if they couldn’t handle his insane ‘boldness’ than they don’t deserve you or your love

- His own words btw

⌦ .｡.:*♡

“{Readerrrrrrrr}!” Hanma drew out as he flopped his back against the see through desk, hands grabbing out towards you.

“What?” You snapped back, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the locked up shelf behind the desk and putting some money into the cash register.

“How long till your shift is doneee?… also can I have one?” Hanma pointed to the pack of cigarettes in your hand.

“No, now get up.” You swatted his hands away.

Sitting up Hanma whined. “But I want oneee!” Hanma snatched the pack of cancer sticks away.

“How about… no!” You snatched them back. “Keep your grubby hands off my babies you lil’ prick!”

“Ani why? :(” Hanma pouted.

“Cause they’re mine, now back off ya lil’ shit♡” you smiled threateningly at the younger teen.

Groaning Hanma complied. Leaving the store slowly.

“I guess my big brother just doesn’t love me anymore… now he’s making me walk home alone at two in the morning… how sad… and I thought he loved me… sigh.” Hanma said mournfully, dramatic pout resting on his face.

Growling slightly, you slam a hand on the counter. “My shift ends in a few hours, either sit and shut the fuck up or continue walking out that door.”

“Yay!♡~"

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do big bro, sure you do.. hehe♡~"

“Better get those hearts out yo words or I’ll slap you into next week young man.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever old man, it’s all in good fun ya know!~”

You pinched the bridge of your nose with a sigh, “shut it!”

“Hehe♡"

God.. sometimes you wonder why you love this annoying brat.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #hanma shuuji x reader #hanma x male reader #hanma x reader #hanma fluff

[themonotonysyndrome]

HEYY IT DISHES HOWVE YOU BEEN 😊

But do you have any like thoughts or even headcanons like if Castins PAST LOVERS OR HOOK UPS met Cecilia and like talked about CASTIN LIKE “The d was fire 😨🔥” right in front of her

ORR CASTIN AND CECILIA ran into like a PAST LOVER/CRUSH/ OR WHATEVER and like Castin and this (homewrecker) started talking what would she do?

ANYWAYS LUV YA BYE 🫶🏽😊🤞

Hello again, Dishes! Eyyy yo! This is a fire ask, man!

I sometimes play with a fic idea on a scenario where Celica accidentally comes across Castin's exes or one night stands. It's deliciously juicy! But we can expand on the idea here!

So! What would happen if a home wrecker or any of Castin's past lovers tried to go up on all of Celica's business?

Well... She'd be DELIGHTED!

Petty fights like these among women are terribly common in the Imperial Nobility. To survive this game, you can let it get under your skin. To win? You have to crush their entire worth as a human and as a woman. It's fun! It's been so long since Celica plays it so you have to excuse her if she admits that she's been eagerly waiting for this moment ever since she and Castin truly became a couple.

See, there's no other woman in the world that can stand on the same level as Baroness Anesidora - except for her bestie, the Queen Ascendant and the Empress of the Coastal Empire.

Baby, she got the looks, the money, the status, the power, the achievements, the respect and THEN SOME MORE. Celica is not secure in herself; she's arrogant, and rightly so! She can have any man she wants, and in fact, if this arranged marriage doesn't work out, she has already written up a contract so that she and Castin can have mutual affairs with other people in secret while in public, they would act as a loving couple.

(She didn't tell this to Castin, though, lol. She threw the contract into the fireplace the night after Castin's Chapter 1 audio.)

So to have barmaids or some village girls coming up to her with their unearned audacity, try to make her jealous and say, "Castin loves me first before you!" Or "Castin would never love an Imp like you." Or or "Does Castin did that trick with you in bed? He always like to do that with me." Or even "Castin will get tired of you eventually. You're so... uptight. No fun at all. He'll come back to me in no time so enjoy your time while it last, Your Grace~"

SAYIN' ALL THESE SHITS RIGHT TO CELICA'S FACE!?

Celica is just gonna smile, man. She'll let the women get it out of their system first. She can be generous. Go on, let it aallll ooouttt of your chest. There. Doesn't it feel good? Don't you feel aaallll better? You're done now? Good!

Now Celica is gonna systematically tear them down. She'll pick apart their background: She'll nod in sincere understanding. Of course commoners would be envious of what a Noblewoman would have. It's only natural! So she understands their frustration. Would it make them feel better if she 'lents' out Castin to them? They would need to return him back though since he's not just their ex-lover anymore. He now plays a bigger role that those women could never support after all.

Then, she'll move on to their future. If any of them are the ambitious sorts, Celica is gonna be stonewalling their progress. Oh, one of them is trying to get into a school in Steelgate? Huh. Would be a shame if their entry submission got mysteriously rejected because the headmaster isn't willing to lose one of his main sponsors. Oh? One of the women is trying to buy a house or rent a place in the more career-driven towns? Would be a shame if the local body of property management received a tip that the woman would be a bad tenant. Hell! They can't even get a simple loan from the bank because Celica is one of the major investors in Intacia!

And the cherry on top of all this? She'll leave little crumbs of clues around so the women who crossed her know that she's behind it all. They would have no choice but to thicken their face and drag their feet to the manor (you know, where Castin is currently living too) and ask for forgiveness from the Baroness.

Oh dear... and all of these for a man who has clearly moved on? Ain't it a shame? Oh, well.

If you want to do something, you might as well do it right. Yes, yes - that includes wanting to make someone jealous. After all...

ALL FAIR'S IN LOVE AND WAR, BABY!

Thank you for this super fun ask, Dishes!

#monotony's rambling #desmond asmr #headcanons #castin hammer #baroness (oc)

[maximotts]

that fun end of year appreciation ❥

so it's no secret that I've had a bit of a year from the depths of hell and I am more than ready for it to be over. but also in these past twelve months I've been so lucky to make new friends, grow friendships, and write a bunch of fun stories; that's the positivity I want to take from this year and move into 2023 and I just wannaaa tell everyone how much I appreciate them!

@wellsayhelloaagin -> I had to list you first obviously because well, I love you most. I could write essays about how wonderful you are and what an absolutely amazing girlfriend you are to me, but I'll keep it short and just say thank you for being not only my partner, but my best friend. I love you I love you I love you

@didujustcallmedumb -> Nay you absolute delight of a human being, you're one of the best people I know. I love that no matter how busy we get, we both know how much we love and care about one another; you're the best kind of friend and I'm so so lucky to know you

@kitmoas -> KITKAT!! I'm so so glad we're friends honestly and I hope we never stop being buds! You're so funny and always down for a good chat whether it be for feral thoughts or long ranting vms about random gripes. Please always stay in my pocket (I'll provide juice) thank you very much

@radbearx @immortalityisbliss -> I'm putting y'all together simply because in my head you're like, a cute pair... likeee.. Finn and Jake! Also we're in our lil gc together so ya know, evil paddsters for the win. N e ways, I want to bundle you both up and snuggle you so hard forever and ever and ever; the both of you never fail to make me laugh and I just cherish y'all so very much, okay?

@wandasbb @wandasdolly -> My Besties In Complaints, y'all are so very special! It's great to know we can always come together and be just a lil bit bitchy together, but also support one another when needed!! Mwah ily

@twilight-99-tm @caroldantops @scarlettwlw -> idk how y'all have put up with me for over a year now but I adore y'all and look up to you and your amazing selves so much!! Sorry I keep sending you cursed foods silver but also Not Sorry

@tastetherambeau -> I feel like I've told you this before, but if not, I'll say it again!! You're so admirable, so sweet, so talented.. I wuv you!! I wanna give you the biggest hug!! And also shake you for the devastating rollercoaster that is Flatline ! But affectionatly!

@wandas-honey @temptationsbrew @stealth-kittyy @thatsimplepoet @togrowoldinv @themidnightcrimson @didntalwayslookthisrough @wandasobsession @scarlet-clarity @a-real-fucking-legacy @houseofwm @innocentdxll @crescent-witch @therunawaykind @wandanatsversion @wndaswife @wndalovebot @fandoms-writings @family-house-of-m and all my other lovely friends and mutuals I've made over this past year: I love you so so much, whether we talk every day or every few weeks, you all have a special place in my heart. I can only hope I'm even half as good of a friend as you are all to me!

Also to every one of my followers: thanks for being patient and understanding as I try rolling through these ups and downs this year. You're so great for sticking with me truly I couldn't wish for a sweeter community of people! Cheers to a new year and many more fun things to come ahead!

#just a fun lil appreciation post #motts speaks.

[anubianpagan]

Ya know...Sometimes I peer through kemetic spaces and run through articles that are just so tone deaf and filled with unawareness it's amazing. We've all seen a few of those articles. While it's their personal UPG, they make available to the public...they seem unaware of how their actions are deplorable.

I have seen people claiming the gods are "my equal" and treat them like a shopkeeper in retail, them being the karen, demanding more exceptions for their expired coupons and demanding they deserve lower prices for arbitrary reasons.

Some claim they can punish the gods for not performing as commanded and relinquishing ever increasing demands for boons and affections while giving...cheap and gross offerings that were at best, beyond unsuitable for human consumption let alone higher beings of power. Then act in rage and tantrum like entitled toddlers because their demands were not met when they do not come in reverence but in expectation.

People making demands of the gods...describing the gods in unflattering and creepy ways committing acts upon vulnerable individuals or kidnappers. Or describe them as weakened, desperate for attention and energy, starving to death, and the humans think they can use this as a carrot on a stick, making the power dynamic entirely theirs to manipulate and control.

They then are baffled by the gods reactions to...give them nothing they stomp their feet and demand. Some claim divine abuse, a subject I find absurd. If your relationship with a deity isn't a mutually respectful and beneficial one, why are you there?

They then always have miserable and unfulfilling lives where even the eating of food is so unfulfilling it causes pain. They wonder why, they blame the gods and never look inward to how their religious life with the gods teds to be filled with more gimme gimme gimme gimme, and less give. I find it an impressive display of narcissism to speak so disparagingly of the gods, treat them more like a summoned demon to be bartered with and tricked rather then a revered entity to be loved, demand more from them, and when they give you nothing back, they are utterly baffled, hurt and claim they are betrayed. But the betrayal was there's all along.

Some of them are downright contrarian in every aspect of religion or insist we can have religion without gods involvement. Ya know...the while center of the religion. For a more atheist approach.

Mind you, there is a difference between a transactional relationship of mutual benefit and spiteful entitled demands which don't get met. These people truly wonder why they have a bad time unawares of what caused it. Them. It really does come down to human error from where I'm seeing. But they see themselves as so flawless, it could never be them that caused the problem, it must be the gods.

or ya know, they have screwed up perceptions and misinterpret but they could never be wrong right?

Personally, my experiences with the gods have never been filled with this much resentment for my religion, disappointment, nor wrathful ignorance. But loving reverence and I get what I put in.

The only differences I see really, is I don't approach them with a holier-then-thou attitude and try to shame them in social spaces or speak ill of them because I prayed and wasn't granted that winning lottery ticket I demanded. Approach with love and respect and receive it in return. Huh. Who'da thunk!

Kemeticism doesn't really have an official concept of hubris but by gods some of the people here...really exemplify the ever increasing need for us to have one. I continue to hope one day they will wake up and realize their error and seek to fix it, but they continue to show me they cannot learn a new trick.

#kemetic #in the house of ma'at #girl wake up

[blacksupremacy86]

Hypno Toy Box: Big Kid

Big Kid is the name of a new magazine that is about to be launched by yours truly and I just knew who would be prefect.

Zachary Levi arrives on time to the cover and pages photo shoot settling in he picks up a Nintendo controller from a past console.

He starts to play so I leave the room, lock the door watching the magic as it happens and he starts to clue in.

Subconsciously the game is leading him into a path of mutual self discovery and also self destruction.

The minute he makes it to the casual the game takes over sending him on a quest to a thousand forks in the rode.

Each choice he makes guides him to loss of his own self awareness because he lives to play.

He never wants to leave the room ever again this is a game he can never win or lose.

Everything in his life fades to back of him s own meaningless existence the game is all that matters.

Zachary kicks off his shoes starts to relax so deep his body melts into the chair for he is one with the game.

“I’ve never played this game before. What is it? It’s really cool.”

“The spiral academy.”

“What an odd male choice? Hmm!”

“What a minute? Is that static?”

“The machine it’s…its”

“He is under sir.”

“Perfect timing “

“His wife will miss him”

“I don’t give shit! Let’s get him processed”

“Let the inner child out”

“Let him out”

“Must obey the game”

“Yeah man”

“What the hell am I wearing?”

“Old people’s clothes”

“Hey those look good”

“Stupid suit”

“Definitely! Oooh! I love floral”

“Thanks man!”

“Where was I?”

“I about to the beat the pants off of them “

“Hahahahahaha”

“I love it”

“You should play”

“Join me”

“Why not?”

“FUCK!”

We played a bit eventually Zachary stood up stretching for all to see his body pop in the shirt.

“What’s next man?”

“That game was tight”

“How about another?”

“Sure! Whatev”

“It’s called pump and tight”

“That sounds mature”

“Sure is”

“Exclusive “

“Here you go”

“I’ll bring snacks”

“Loads”

“Enough for a lifetime”

“You bet ya”

“Phase 2 commence “

“This game is…is”

“Unreal…I mean the graphics”

“Ahead of it’s time “

I can see him from the bar swipe his cap back a bit with deep intent he plays so serious.

So yes this is like that British show Big Kids from the early 2000s I love it and so do you so don’t lie.

I can see him hyping up his ass propelling up and down the coach in the thrill of his life at the moment.

“Hey man! Hurry up “

“Be right their”

“Fucker”

“Asswipe”

“Dick…hahahaha “

“Such a man child”

“A hug? What’s that for”

“I love you man”

“Me too”

“Strange events”

“We beat this one too”

“One more game”

“Hell yeah!”

“Let’s play”

“Woah! I…I…..I”

The end

#Zach Levi #hypnosis #male transformation #big kid #adult to kid #mind control #age ​regression #Hypno Toy Box

[weonlyneedfour]

HAYATO

Alter Ego: Jeremy Axton Title: Kinetic Freedom / Ya Boy H.T.O Nationality: Japanese-American Occupation: DJ. Set to inherit position as CEO of Axton Motors. Group affiliation: Recently promoted to team leader of the NYU Emancipators.  Base of Operations: Kentucky (solo), Manhattan (w/Emancipators) Likes: J-pop, museum trips, beating Vulturine at videogames Dislikes: Boardroom meetings (more like, BORED room meetings), family gatherings, bullies Skills: E-sports. Engineering. Keeping his head up during a beating.

Powers: A magitech-powered modified flying armor. Highly expensive, self-repairing, tailored to his proportions and genetic code. -Hardened gauntlets for protection and combat. Can be modified to contain -Boots with retractable claws for gripping surfaces and combat utility. -Fully functional wings, with rocket boosters and anti-gravity harness to control speed and precision during flight. Wings have built-in speakers that he mostly uses for public spectacle and broadcasting, but can be utilized as highly dangerous ultrasonic weapons in a last resort, with several limiters in place. -Glasses are largely for show but provide additional protection during flight. Inkpot Staff: A family heirloom. A beacon staff which, when activated, maintains a flame that swirls and swishes around itself as if made from living ink. Full of untapped potential, key to the magitech resources used by the Axton family for the past generations. Jeremy has deployed it on very rare occasions, but usage of it is heavily restricted by Christopher Axton, Jeremy's father who became CEO of Axton Motors after retiring from duty as The Peregrine, who is set to pass it to Jeremy once he's deemed fit to inherit the company.

Jeremy Axton was adopted and raised into a life where costumed crimefighting is both family tradition as well as family business, which means that even despite his inherited wealth, there is but one thing he can't afford: to suck at it. His shining armor and large wings and mighty Inkpot Staff may cut an imposing figure when approaching, for the few seconds it takes for him to open his mouth and start cracking one-liners. Most enemies tend to underestimate showboating dweebs, and so do most allies, which has made Hayato's ascension into team leader of the NYU Emancipators a rather contentious affair among the other superhero groups, and most surprising to Hayato himself.

Hayato is trustworthy, popular with the public, and there is a mountain's worth of medical bills with his name on it as evidence of how many times he's proven himself on field. Hayato is often the first to strike, and when the odds are down, he will be the last to give up, no matter what. However, the pressure to perform and live up to expectations weighs down on the young man, whose insecurities affect his focus, if not his determination. He is inseparable friends with Vulturine, the only person he can really let himself be weird and imperfect around, the two sharing a mutually terrible taste in comedy along with many bickering arguments over which superheroes would win in fights.

Jeremy truly enjoys helping people as an active superhero, he's got a patience for the kind of day-to-day community celebrity work that is both inaccessible and unwanted by most of his teammates, but all that corporate stuff is such a drag, dude, and it's gradually poisoning a lot of the love Jeremy used to have for it. His job and his life and his family's legacy and his corporate responsabilities and his duty to his companions are inseparably intertwined and gnawing on his heels to keep pushing himself more and more, to keep aiming higher and soaring faster and faster, and he's unsure of where is he even expected to land, if at all.

#we only need four #superheroes #oc #hero forge #jeremy axton #hayato

[thebananwithaplan]

@getblammed (cont.)

Though at first surprised by @thebananwithaplan ‘s instinctual reaction, Pico did seem to get it, with a chuckle and a reassuring nod following the banana’s sheepish apology. He couldn’t help but be glad that he wasn’t on whichever game show the guy hosted, because god only knew the amount of censoring or sudden commercial breaks they’d have to do with how often a curse slipped without care. “ Yeah, it’s cool, man. It’s disorientin’ though, all th’ new faces. Been seein’ Nene n’ Darnell around more lately, that’s dope. ”

Had the growth taken some getting used to? Of course it had, people weren’t drawing the flash portal’s “mascots” with a mouse in shitty drawing programs from sketchy websites anymore, and they certainly weren’t animating them in Flash anymore. Not as commonly, anyways. Today is the age of flashy tablets, and entirely bypassing the ‘just getting started’ age of scribbled hands and circle tool heads. Pico couldn’t complain though, just meant content of him and his fellow icons at a higher quality.

“ Course I got good on th’ mic, B! I’m more than my guns these days, ya know? Everybody’s been gettin’ into th’ music game lately, s’ pretty wild. ” He’d always had an interest, really. He’d even wanted to be a DJ when he was younger, either that or something with computers. Now he’s neither, but that wasn’t important right now.

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Honestly, it's for the best. Sorry, Pico, but he really can't afford to lose the SMART Technologies sponsorship. DB promises there's still ways you could win prizes without having to set foot in the studio, though!

. "Really? That's nice! At least you still have some friends that got developed with you along the way. I didn't even really had a 'universe' to be in, so to speak. Like, there were other fellow dancing fruits in similar gifs, but none who I'd call an actual friend. Not even mutuals. We just... co-existed, I guess...."

It truly were different times. The Dancing Banana couldn't even talk, let alone have much of a thought in the world outside of dancing; the most 'communication' he could do then was all through his body language, whether it was by his signature dances or by waving his pompoms around. (Depended whether he was in his pixelated or animated 2d glory) of course. Maybe sometimes also holding up signs that had questionable phrases on them.

The upgrade of these art and animation programs sure helped with his update to his current design. But good lord were many 3D attempts steering too close to uncanny valley - it's only the Shovel Team that finally got his look close to that of a likable funny toon character.

A character that still had some questionable morals lingering close to 'dangerous' territory by others to the point of having 'WANTED' posters, that also had a school theme involved in their lives at one point, and who has gained a greater taste and talent for music. Sounds familiar?

. "That's great! I'm a big fan of Blammed, by the way! And the way you were basically shooting down an entire army to the bpm in Stress? Honestly, I call THAT talent! I can't help but be pr-"

. "....pretty impressed!"

No, he wasn't absolutely about to say 'proud of you' to Pico like he was some old out-of-touch uncle. A side effect of having an urge to cheer kids up and actually having any sort of a family with actual younger nephews. Pico isn't even that young anymore, either. He has to remember that now.

. "Between you n' me, you've definitely got skills to pay the bills. And I don't just mean that with your, uhh, more 'renowned' talents."

#getblammed #appeeling show host (dancing banana) #i mean if you look up what happened to the og singer of the song then yeah... #but anyways #music-themed criminal by circumstances beyond their control recognizes another #except that one aged to be old enough to be an actual uncle #long post

[gay-bookshelf]

ARC Book Review: Wish You Weren't Here by Erin Baldwin

Rating: 3 Stars

The summary: "Juliette doesn’t hate Priya Pendley.

At least, not in the way teen movies say she should hate the hot popular girl. They don’t do cat fights, love triangles, or betrayal. To survive their intertwined small town lives, they agree to a truce: complete group projects without fighting, don’t gossip to mutual friends, and stand on opposite sides of photos so it’s easy to crop each other out.

Priya seems to have everything during the school year—social media stardom, the handsome track captain boyfriend, and millions of adoring fans. And Juliette is at peace with that, because she has Fogridge Sleepaway Camp, the one place she never feels like “too much.”

But Juliette’s dreams of five Priya-free weeks in paradise are shattered when her rival shows up on move-in day... as her cabinmate, no less. Juliette is determined to enjoy her final summer at camp, even if it means (gag) tolerating Priya Pendley, but fate seems has other plans. If Juliette can’t find something to like about her situation—and about Priya—she risks hating the only home she’s ever had, right before she says goodbye to it forever."

So, you've seen the rating, you knew my winning streak had to end somewhere. I wanted to like this book, so so much. As a young kid whose own summer camp genuinely changed their life, I was excited. I also read That Summer Feeling, I am not immune to nostalgic summer camp romance stories!! And I love a good YA novel as well, so this was shaping up to be a home run. From the start though, this book set itself up to be the definition of fine. Good at points, confusing at others, and unfortunately left a sad taste in my mouth. However, lets talk about the good first, because there is good! One, Juliette's struggle with her feeling "too much" is incredibly relatable to how I felt at her age, and how, genuinely and truly, my own summer camp help me feel more secure in who I was and my own identity. And Priya was a character who I loved getting to see more and more of as she became a fleshed out character as Juliette learns more and more about her.

The negatives I feel like can be summarized by saying that it is a debut author (not saying that all debut novels have this problem, just that it is a common one!). I think the books biggest flaw all comes down to pacing, in figuring out where to let a story line breath, in letting itself expand and contract. Not saying the book should be longer! (As that is a problem right now in the YA world, books being too long while saying nothing), but rather that Baldwin has not yet figured out how to pace out a story in the time that she did have. And the good thing is? That this is a debut novel, and I believe that Baldwin has the talent to take the steps into becoming an even better writer. Because if she could give the time to dive more into the characters she has? This would have gone up in rating for sure. There are aspects that I didn't like, that are more subjective, such as it being fairly fanfic-y in tropes (a common theme right now, and not my brand of tea particularly), and overall not the fun read I wanted, even though it shows promise. I hope to see more of Baldwin's work however, if only to see how it evolves. Also this is the most inane complaint but I was being driven up a wall the entire time when they were talking about college applications. That??? Isn't how they work?? You don't apply before you've even gone on summer break your junior year??

#bookblr #lgbtq #queer #book review #lgbtq books #queer lit

[blastdamage]

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whenever i see stuff like this im reminded of another post that said something along the lines of "white gays want their own N word so bad"

ive truly got nothing against reclaiming slurs, me and one of my close friends call each other and ourselves faggots all the time its a bonding experience. its a whole thing. but i feel like some of you are less motivated by the desire for liberation and moreso the desire to win a pissing contest of who can provide the most shock value. you do it as a response to assimilationism but, ironically, just like the assimilationist, you bend yourself backwards to behave in ways that aren't genuine at all just so you can be perceived a certain way.

i call myself a faggot because i think it's funny. when my friend calls me a faggot i see as evidence of our deep mutual trust and it makes me feel closer to them (also it's funny). thats not gonna change just because someone might think i'm "too weird" or "too normal". i really don't care either way

furthermore anything thats meant to be transgressive will inevitably be co-opted by those in power. that's capitalist realism for ya. it happened with subcultures like punk, grunge and riot grrrl, and it happened with queer too. i'm afraid we can't slur reclamation our way out of this one! we're gonna have to actually mobilize against capitalism and the state rather than larp as "radicals"!

#posts that will have people throw rocks at me probably

[booksanstime]

Bigolas Dickolas and the Time War

The other day I was feeling rather out of it, so I decided to pick some media to immerse myself in. Some media to make me feel something sharp and intense, to get catharsis. I landed around reading a few books, all I will get to talking about in due time, but I surprisingly started with the book I didn’t initially plan on reading. This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone. I will start with giving a short review on the book that is spoiler free and then go more into detail on my actual feelings. Spoiler Free Review- Nothing. I really can’t say much. It made me cry, it made me look up quite a few things, and after I was done reading it I was blown away, but I truly feel no information is the best way to go in. For those who want some idea of what you’re getting yourself into, I will say to just read the synopsis on the back of the book, but not the reviews, and be prepared for a possibly challenging read(it can be verbose). The back of the book reads: “In the ashes of a dying world, Red finds a letter marked “Burn before reading”       So begins an unlikely correspondence between two rival agents in a war that stretched through the vast reaches of time and space.       Red belongs to the Agency, a post-singularity technotopia. Blue belongs to Garden, a single vast consciousness embedded in all organic matter. Their pasts are bloody and their futures mutually exclusive. They have nothing in common--save that they’re the best, and they’re alone.       Now what began as a battlefield boast grows into a dangerous game, one both Red and Blue are determined to win. Because winning’s what you do in war. Isn’t it?       A tour de force collaboration from two powerhouse writers that spans the whole time and space.” One other thing. I don’t want to say too much, but it is also a good read if ya want something remotely queer for pride month, and it’s only 198 pages long. Now, onto not caring about spoilers, ---warning!! spoilers ahead and some unfiltered thoughts--- This book fucking took me by the throat and made me look directly into it’s eyes on every fucking page. I swear, the moment I started reading I did not stop once until I had read it all. I had to take a moment to sip some water, perform some standard body maintenance, but outside of that, I didn’t put the book down until I was done. And then when I was done, I laid down for a moment, and then reread certain lines and paragraphs and phrases again. The next day I was still going back to it, so much so I decided to reread the first bit (while not emotionally prepared to reread the whole book yet) and it had me losing my mind and recommending it to everybody I know. This Is How You Lose the Time War fucking hit like a school bus on a college campus. It’s everything my friends and I joke that we need, would be a pain to actually live through, but I’m sure half of us would not complain to have. Reading this book was, in a way, exhausting. The journey the authors took us through, the tragedy, the love, the longing, it wore on me. It was incredibly engaging and profound, yes.. but it still was a trip, a roller-coaster of emotions, and I don’t do well with heights. It may take me many more days before I feel like I can read it again, but rest assured I will, because I am absolutely certain it is worth at least another read. Like a video game where each play around you unlock new things, new aspects of the story that can lead you to the true end you couldn’t get the first go around. But I guess it’s slightly different than that. This book is more so a Möbius strip, as the last letter from Blue reads. This book is about a war and a love that, “stretches through the vast reaches of time and space.” Everything happening from the beginning of the book is happening later in the book as well, but I digress, I should go into more specifics. This books is about two people on opposing sides of a war. Red and Blue, code-names (though we don’t learn their actual names). They have a fierce and intense rivalry, while having respect for one another at the same time. They both weave and manipulate the past to try to make their respective futures possible, to make their very existences possible. They may just be the grunts for their respective futuristic matriarchs, but they are the best in their field and constantly at each others throats, while never outright sabotaging one another. And while constantly communicating through an effort akin to growing strawberries for a loved one (a painstaking thing to grow), the two rivals painstakingly weave time to leave messages for one another. Taunting each other. Blue saying they’ll turn Red to their side, to Garden. Both enjoying the company at some point of simply each other’s messages in their memories, as both Garden and the Agency keep close tabs on them and they could not simply keep a message, a letter, around. And at some point, from the intellectual back and forth from two people on opposite sides of a war, they fall in love. Blue takes a heavy wound when Garden sends her to kill a younger version of Red, a wound she will carry in every form she takes. Red is taken aback and professes she no longer sees Blue as the enemy, that she wishes to talk to her more. Blue and Red weave messages through time, in bee stings and dragonflies. In seeds and teas and then.. Red confesses her love. Blue dies at the hands of Red and the Agency, and then Red tears through time and space to bring her back. To Be Continued... >>

#bigolas dickolas wolfwood #this is how you lose the time war #this book got me fuckin cryin my ass off #review #review pt 1 #bigolas dickolas i didn't actually read ur whole ass post but i wouldn't've read it without ur post so like #thanks my guy #trigun is cool and based and i think seeing bigolas dickolas wolfwood in articles is funny as fuck

[absolutebl]

10 Best Kisses in Thai BL 

Type kissing Tharn after playing with his hair in TharnType - Type’s emotional agency and affection finally come out in this kiss from probably the kissiest couple in all BL 

Dean kissing Pharm for the first time in Until We Meet Again - it’s a goddam icon with that red thread and the way Pharm’s arms sneak around Dean’s neck 

Fighter kissing Tutor on the rooftop after the countdown in Why R U? - the symbolism of Fighter being blinded to his own sexual identity and then admitting it to Tutor outright after the kiss, gah 

King kissing Ram in a drunken rage at the end of My Engineer - flipping heck, such a good kiss, then the way Ram takes it over and turns it back on him, you know Ram is going to be an intense lover, it’s his only way of communicating 

Win & Tops kissing each other after their hug in Ingredients the series - the only mutual on this list, neither initiates, it just happens and it’s so cute + the way each character reacts is so pitch perfect 

Forth kissing Beam in the hospital bed in 2 Moons 2 - Forth’s aggression is so well done in 2m2, and it suits friends-to-lovers so much better than other romance tropes because Beam knows exactly what kind of person Forth is and this kiss is him finally accepting that  

Tul kissing Hin after 20 odd years of wanting to in Love By Chance 2 - they have so little screen time and such killer chemistry, I wonder sometimes if they were left to the wayside because TinCan comes off as utterly flat by comparison 

Mark kissing Kit’s neck after he was injured in Gen Y - I know it’s not a lip kiss but neck kisses are a personal favorite and SO RARE in BL that I’m sticking it in, I do love their aggressive kinky bitting kisses, but this is the first really tender one 

Pete grabbing and dragging Kao back to kiss in Dark Blue Kiss - my favorite thing about PeteKao is that Tay and New manage to portray a legitimate LTR and this kiss is a perfect example of that 

The final kiss between Sarawat & Tine in Still 2gether - we all waited a really really long time and it was perfectly done, also seeing Tine with sexual agency was, frankly, a relief 

For me the kiss needs to have emotion underpinning it, as well as a chemical draw, and a physical appeal. I need to sense that these two characters genuinely like each other in all three ways. 

I ran into an interesting video once about actors kissing and what makes for a good screen kiss. There’s chemistry, of course, but there is also something in the way the two have to breathe with (and kind of into) each other. Like a synchronized dance. When I harp on about actors and physicality this is part of that.

So I based my picks are based on seeing 

emotional + physical + chemical

all represented on screen together. 

As such, you will notice some vacancies.

Honorable mention to: 

Kong & Arthit’s first kiss in SOTUS for Kong’s little smile. Krist & Singto have good emotional and chemical connection but I never got any physical chemistry from them. I still love SOTUS because I just pretend they’re ace, but it does impact their kisses. 

Ae & Pete’s first kiss in the car in Love By Chance because of the raw awkwardness and the sweet conversation that surrounds it. I love these two best in all BL, but while Saint gives us all three, I rarely get physical from Perth. While this works under context of the narrative, it’s a reason none of their kisses made my top 10. 

Missing Babies

Phun & Noh in Love Sick are one of my all time favorite pairs, but aside from one off-cut kiss (when Noh grabs Phun in the hotel room) they mostly don’t and when they do it’s not good. Same with Fuse & Tea in Make it Right. I suspect this is mostly to do with the fact that the actors were minors at the time.

You all know I LOVE Oxygen, but I don’t think Slo & Gui ever gave the necessary physicality, much as I adore their emotional resonance. Similarly, while I LOVE Can kissing Tin in front of everyone on the football field, the two actors have no chemistry. Sorry, that’s just how i feel. 

It does deserve to be mentioned though, because it is the only public ownership kiss we have in BL. (It’s an EXTREMELY common trope in western het romances of course - it comes from “kiss the bride” ownership.) 

Top 3 Not Thai BL Kisses 

1. Hsia Yu Hao & Qiu Zi Xuan and their amazing net kiss in HIStory 2: Crossing the Line. Just, so stylish. I limited myself to Thai BL only, because otherwise I would have had to include this kiss and bump someone else out of top 10, and I just couldn’t stand the idea. But yeah, these two demonstrate a perfect execution of emotional + chemical + physical in short form drama, and they have to be acknowledged for that achievement. 

2. We Best Love’s Shi Yi kissing Shi De for the first time. I don’t have a good screen cap of Shu Yi’s confession kiss but it’s so good, it hits all three elements but manages to also have pining, frustration, realization, hope, fear, and competition elements. They are both crying and they lean into each other in a way that’s both gentle, loving, and desperate. 

3. The final kiss in To My Star between Seo Joon and Ji Woo is the the only Korea-made BL to make this list (no big surprises there). Korea and Japan are notorious for the “dead fish peck kiss” which is almost a “why bother at all?” situation (to be fair it’s not just BL but all romances). What TMS did was play on that expectation. It gave us several of these sad little kisses, and then twisted it so we could see that they were all the result of Ji Woo’s walls, and that after those walls crumble he is soft and sweet and all the attraction is mutual. It did that by giving us a truly beautiful last kiss that used emotional + physical + chemical combined with teasing affection (a bit like Sarawat & Tine’s final kiss in Still 2gether). TMS is one of those BLS that REALLY benefits from rewatching, and the kissing is only one aspect of that. 

Okay, that’s it. Who’d I forget? 

(I should note that H3: Trapped, Manner of Death, Long Time No See are not on the list because I don’t consider them BL.) 

New entrants: 

Second Chance kiss between Fah and Paper in ep 3 is just so full of tea angst and anxiety. It’s a pitch perfect YA style first kiss. 

Self doing a deep dive in what makes for a good kiss in BL from a watcher’s perspective. Too much details? Is there ever? 

#boys kissing boys #thai bl #thaibl #asian bl #asianbl #asian drama #tharntype #Until We Meet Again #deanpharm #why r u #fightertutor #my engineer #ramking #ingredients the series #wintops #2 moons 2 #forthbeam #love by chance 2 #tulhim #gen y the series #markkit #dark blue kiss #petekao #2gether #still 2gether #sarawattine #to my star #we best love #history 2 crossing the line #korean bl

[genesisrose74]

Requested by @blanknamed (aka my bestie fr): hihi i saw the matchup and remembered my irl friend sent me these pictures when describing my aesthetic at one point and was wondering if i can have a matchup with someone from dsmp and dr. stone 🥺congrats on 1k too! so proud of you ❤️ you deserve this milestone!

Arielle get over here and let me give you a virtual kiss on the forehead because you’re just the sweetest person to ever grace this earth 😚forgive me for the long wait but i had to put so much into this one because it’s for you!! thank you for always being such a ray of sunshine and for becoming one of my first ever mutuals so long ago — and as a show of my gratitude, i’ll get right into your first pairing, which is going to be with…

I had a literal conflict over this because I think you could be compatible with more than half of the characters in dr. stone (looking at gen specifically), but UGH you and Senku would be so damn iconic together. As much as he’s not intent on becoming romantically involved with anyone, it just so happened that you both had a chance meeting together at the school library — in the modern times pre-petrification, of course. You were looking for a book on the development of radiation powered technology for a history class, and by coincidence Senku was reading the blurb of that very text when you stopped by. When you asked if he’d read it, your classmate simply shook his head and said he just knew a lot about the subject, and soon enough a conversation blossomed from that point.

Y’all talked for two hours. While standing in the same spot. TWO HOURS. And it didn’t even stop there because he realized the time and asked if you wanted to talk more over a bowl of this really good ramen he knew about close by. Senku barely even realized the implications of his offer until much later, since…

He was way too involved in your conversation to notice

He’s never had any interest like that in someone before, let alone has he ever tried asking a person out in general

Everything about you was so interesting to him that he cannot process anything else going on around him and he doesn’t know why

You just feel so different in comparison to his dynamic with anyone else that it throws him off. He’s curious as to why he straightens up when you walk in a room, why everytime you smile at his stupid dry jokes it makes him more confident, why your intrigued questions about his work give him an extra burst of adrenaline. After he comes home late, having fallen asleep in the library while you studied for a test beside him, Byakuya eventually spells it out for Senku in massive bold letters.

No, seriously, he writes it on a whiteboard with a chunky black marker.

“That’s ridiculously far-fetched,” he asserts quickly, trying to push his old man out of the room. “Since when have I ever been interested in anyone in that way?”

“Senku, you waited for her to finish her work. Without complaint.”

And he’s like: oh shit—

But knowing Senku, he still makes some futile attempts to disprove the concept that he could ever be attracted to someone in a romantic sense. Ya know, all that, “science is my only devotion” shit. It lasted for about two weeks, which was the exact amount of time that he tried avoiding you in hopes of seeing if he could in fact continue his routine without your presence next to him.

The bitch still cannot swallow his pride though, so you have to be the one to make the first move — which is about as simple as perfecting Flight of the Bumblebee on a violin. Every time you try bringing it up, it’s like Senku gets a sixth sense about it and is pulled away from you as soon as possible. At some point you just had to corner him in the school lab, hands smacking against the surface of his work table and mouth blurting it out.

“I think we should go on a date.”

He’s kinda impressed at the sheer willpower you displayed in finally getting the question into the air. And as much as he would hate to admit it, some happy nerves shot through his body when it happened. On the outside, though, he simply failed to fight a grin.

“Wanna get food with me tonight?”

And you did :D and it only went good from there. Dates at cafes with comfy chairs and pretty lighting, test runs of new experiments in the middle of the night that Senku calls you to see together, just enjoying the presence of one another in a secluded corner of the libraries you frequent. Even after the disaster that was petrification you’re both side by side, being sarcastic little shits to each other as soon as Senku frees you from the stone; doing new tests to save the world, going on picnics by the river, and constantly being of service to one another.

And then from the c!dsmp, I thought it was only fitting to match you up with…

^^ artwork by SAD-ist on YouTube

Listen, listen: I was considering a more standard/expected approach to this matchup, like maybe c!Wilbur or c!Niki because they’ve both got some major academia vibes. Especially Niki, because damn she’d probably take you to her flower shop and make handmade bouquets for you each day. However, I just think that it would be so perfectly fitting to have you and c!Sapnap together aesthetically. He’s very emotionally driven, always doing something stupid, and he probably hasn’t read a book since L’manburg claimed to be a sovereign nation. Regardless of that fact, he could sit and watch you read a book for hours, even if you didn’t ask him to. Standard case of grounded scholar + impulsive idiot = natural soulmates.

Within the region of the SMP, I imagine you like confining yourself to the libraries filled with ancient texts on the vast history of your home — although taking a visit to Eret’s self-made museum is always a pleasure as well. Niki gets along with you easily enough that you hang out together all the time, and it’s on one such occasion in the early days of L’manburg that Sapnap encounters you for the first time.

Dream had sent him out for scouting duty (which to Sapnap translates into, ‘be annoying to everyone within the walls’), and he’d taken to the edge of the country’s small borders, lounging up high above the trees so that he could see everything below with ease. To his surprise he found you, scribbling away within a ragged old notebook underneath a tree canopy, and wearing the prettiest smile he’d ever seen exist on a person before. You were waiting for your friend to arrive, it seemed, taking the ideas in your head and putting them to paper whilst you sat patiently. He was enraptured with you right away, and as a result he took to teasingly pestering you every chance he could.

Sapnap showed up at least once a week — and when he could, more than that — to slowly learn more about you. He tried staying under the radar of Wilbur when he did, just to make sure none of his endeavors were interfered with or got back to Dream in any capacity. Initially, his presence appeared a pain in your side, but your apprehension ultimately fell at the hands of his ridiculous humor and genuine inquiries as to your likes and dislikes. You knew who he was from the get-go, but it was hard not to find delight in his visits when he made such vigorous attempts to know you.

Although you’re sure he’d already learned it somehow, you told him your name one fateful afternoon, and he’s thought about that moment every day since, marking it as the first day he truly made progress in winning you over.

“You should come up here one day so we can talk normally,” he called out on a particularly overcast fall morning. “Maybe then I can see your face up close.”

You laughed, gazing up at him from the hillside on which you reclined. “You’re ridiculous. That’s not how this relationship works.”

“Mm, relationship? Sounds like you wanna gimme a kiss more than saying anything, hu—ow!”

A pine cone had clipped him in the shoulder harmlessly, chucked with expert aim by your own hand. Despite his surprise, Sapnap couldn’t help smiling.

“If you’re working that hard to twist the narrative and get me up there, how about you just come down instead?”

Without missing a beat the next day, he scaled to the top of the nation’s wall, made his way inside (with very little consideration for his safety), and took your face in his hands.

“You want me to?”

You already knew the implications. “Yeah.”

And he kissed you, then and there. Nice job, Ari!

Navigating a full blown relationship in the conditions y’all were in was not ideal. Sapnap tried everything he could to make sure you were safe, despite his distaste for your mother country and its leaders. After that cleared, though, it was a whole lot easier to be together and figure things out. Sapnap didn’t mind you staying within the walls as much as he initially thought because it reminded him of the first time you met, and so long as he could spend time with you he loved every second. Literally ask this man to do anything with you and he’s in, no matter what it is.

The sheer spontaneous energy Sapnap has inevitably feeds into your own, so while you’re much more contained than the pyromaniac, you have some very notable moments of crazy that are simply unforgettable. It’s honestly super funny to see that infectious life invade your senses, because otherwise you’re a super logical person and love entertaining yourself with the more simplistic things.

You work a lot with Wilbur on record keeping and cartography, but something that you and Sapnap apparently have in common is archery. That pine cone throw was no fluke, and he found that out when you came to visit, a shimmering bow fastened to a stock-full quiver on your back. It’s become a pastime to both ride out into the forest with your horses and practice archery (oftentimes mounted) as a way to let out frustration. If the weather conditions are too abysmal to go and do something outdoors, though, Sapnap likes to fall asleep watching you do methodical work, most commonly with his head in your lap as a fireplace crackles nearby. He’s a huge sucker for that cozy atmosphere, even though he tries to be all tough and badass at other times.

This became a huge ramble because I just think this pairing for you works so well, but I’m praying you get the picture. Sapnap is a flirty, slightly whiny, very protective, and free spirited person whenever you’re around, and he’d do whatever he could to see that pretty smile like the first day you told him your name. He thinks the world of you, and in his eyes your intelligence goes unparalleled.

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