#but yeah no she's secretly a bit of a romantic herself--

[iiguess]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 ㅤㅤbold what applies to your muse , italicize if there's potential / it depends.

holding hands · buying flowers · cooking ·cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a drink with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photo booth · sharing a taxi / uber / carriage / train · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favorite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("i love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · granting them the last bite (from meal)

TAGGED BY: @phantomuheist TAGGING: You!

[tobiasdrake]

Having talked a bit about both Chi-Chi/Goku and Bulma/Vegeta, I wanted to talk a bit more about Chi-Chi and Goku's relationship, and why it works for these particular characters.

As I talked about before, Goku is an aromantic character. He's also probably asexual or at least on the asexual spectrum. He's obviously not sex-repulsed as demonstrated by the existence of Gohan and Goten, but he's disinterested in the pursuit of romance or sexuality. Or any social endeavors, for that matter; Disappearing for years at a time while none of his friends get so much as a word from him was normal for Goku long before he ever even had a family.

It's a practice he retained even after he "settled down" with Chi-Chi.

"See ya later, Chi-Chi! I'm meeting up with all my old pals for the first time in five years."

This is just how Goku is. He doesn't have much of a social instinct at all. He has hyperfixations he wants to pursue, and he has varying degrees of "I do/do not like this person". but he isn't driven to socialize. The reason he's living with Chi-Chi is because he made a promise that he would live with Chi-Chi.

Yamcha's explanation here is Goku's sole conception of romance. They have to live in the same house now because that's what Goku promised her. That is Goku's one and only wedding vow.

He. Uh. He's not even very good at honoring that much.

Goku you literally only understand the barest possible minimum of what this social contract means and you're still failing at it. How do you even.

In any case, what makes Chi-Chi/Goku work is the innocence of it. Because Chi-Chi's comprehension of what they're actually doing here is as limited as Goku's is.

That's it. That is Chi-Chi's comprehension of romance. She is backest of backwoods Alabama Royalty. In this scene, she was five seconds away from letting herself be manipulated into thinking that a man that did this a minute ago was secretly in love with her:

See, it's okay 'cause he said "I love you" afterward so I guess this was all just a misunderstanding!

I'm not exaggerating when I say that Chi-Chi dodged a fucking bullet given the quality of relationship she could so easily have been suckered into. This girl was destined to be a domestic abuse victim.

...uh. Y'know.

Apart from one of the grossest jokes Toriyama ever wrote, I mean.

Point is, Chi-Chi is in the same boat as Goku. For Goku, this all started over a misunderstanding. He didn't know what Chi-Chi was talking about when she said she wanted him to ask for her hand.

For Chi-Chi, it's exactly the same. This all started over a misunderstanding. She didn't know that Goku just learned what girls are like three days ago and had a bad habit for a while of groping people to discern their genders.

Both of these kids are naive, innocent morons.

This innocence, this total lack of comprehension for what they are actually doing for both parties, is what makes their oddball contractual dynamic come across as funny and inoffensive. They aren't in love with one another in a romantic sense; They're playing house on a large scale.

The first day they met, they made a contractual agreement off of mutual dumbassery. The second day they met, the got married to fulfill that contract. Now they're trying to do the things that Chi-Chi was socially conditioned to believe you're supposed to do when you're married. That is their entire relationship with one another.

There is an innocence to all of this that allows the aroace Son Goku to be in a hetero dynamic without his partner coming across as predatory.

This, incidentally, is also why it's for the best that nothing ever came of this:

Yeah. Oh yeah. This. If it had been Bulma instead of Chi-Chi, this absolutely would have come across as predatory.

With Goku being aroace, there's essentially no possible way these two characters could get together romantically that wouldn't seem unbelievably manipulative on Bulma's part. Unlike Chi-Chi, she knows exactly what she's doing. She's super-intelligent, socially literate, and supremely amoral.

If these two got together, it would absolutely feel like she was taking advantage of Goku's naivety. That's why, though their relationship is arguably the strongest and the single-most important interpersonal relationship in the series:

It vitally remains platonic to this day.

This is, itself, the beauty of Toriyama's character writing. His plots have varying degrees of jankiness to them, his "traditional values" and sometimes flagrant sexism bleeds through his work, and there are some really gross moments here and there. But one thing he grasps well is the unique dynamics of every interpersonal relationship.

At no point are these characters simply "A group of friends". Every relationship between two characters is unique, built upon their own personal identities and histories with one another. Tenshinhan's relationship with Goku is not the same as his relationship with Gohan, his relationship with Krillin, or his relationship with Vegeta.

And they often defy easy categorization into boxes like "The Lovers" and "The Pals" and "The Besties". Goku's relationship with Bulma or Vegeta or Chi-Chi is what it is, and it is nothing else, but what exactly it is isn't easily pinned down into a neat, digestible semblance of normalcy. It just. Is.

[lizthewriter]

tell me we weren't just friends / pansy parkinson

PAIRING  fem!gryffindor!reader x pansy parkinson

SUMMARY  you and pansy have been dating for a while now, much to the distress of both your and pansy's friends. but while your friends have come to be accepting of your romantic choices, you couldn't say the same about pansy's friends. what happens when pansy tries to break off your relationship when her friends start to interfere?

TAGS  fem!gryffindor!reader x pansy parkinson, reader has she/her pronouns,  angst, takes place during half-blood prince, death eaters, pansy is secretly a soft lil baby 🥺🥺, implied sexual content, insecurity, assuring, kissing, pansy is 😳😳

QUOTE  "all of your friends have been here for too long, / they must be waiting for you to move on," - friends by chase atlantic

WORD COUNT  1.7K

WRITTEN  10.24.2023

You hesitated as your glitter-ridden fingertips hovered over your eyelids. It had been three days since Pansy had broken up with you. She had avoided you every time you tried to find her after classes or corner her after dinner. She was acting so odd. It wasn't like her to just dump you and completely ignore you. Merlin, she couldn't even lay her eyes upon you. It was like she was guilty of something, or at least felt that way.

"I say good riddance." Ginny exited the bathroom in full glam, looking gorgeous as usual, and plopped down on your bed. "Now we can both be hot and single together. No girl troubles. Just you and me, our friends, and the dance floor."

You sighed, brushed the last bit of glitter over your eyelids and siphoning off the leftover residue from your fingers with your wand. You placed your eyeshadow pallette away, grabbing a lipstick and some gloss. "It's not good riddance, Gin. I really liked Pansy. I don't know what's going on with her . . . but I do have my suspicions." You added the final touches to your makeup before responding. "Malfoy. I know he has to with this, I just do."

Hermione snorted from her bed, nose stuck down a book. "Well, you and Harry make a charming duo. Tell me, are we going to make Malfoy the scapegoat to all our problems forever? Just based on simple hunches?"

"Harry's right about him," you responded with a snap, glancing towards Hermione. "He's always up to something . . . I wouldn't be surprised if he really is a Death Eater. Besides, I've seen him hanging around Pansy much more than usual as of late. I don't know . . . it just feels like something's wrong."

Ginny sighed, pushing herself up off of your bed. "Look, we're just looking out for you. I know how hurt you were when it happened . . . it would pain me to see my best friend's heart broken again." She grabbed your hands with a pout. "Come on," she whined. A smirk started to slowly grow on her face as she swayed your arms. "Let's go dancing, grab some drinks . . . have a good time, yeah? I promise you I will turn that frown upside down!"

"For someone who is supposedly so popular, you can be a bit dorky at times, you know that?"

Ginny laughed boisterously, giving your shoulder a playful shove before walking towards the door leading downstairs. "'Mione, you tagging along?"

"Goodness no," Hermione refuted, snuggling further into the warmth of her bed. "I'm afraid that the solace within my bed is far more entertaining then whatever you two plan on doing tonight. Do have fun without me though! And please don't come back to my dorm and regurgitate your dinner all over my bed like last time. If I want to see an odd lump of green paste, I'd help Hagrid feed the flobberworms."

"Will do! Come on, let's go!" Ginny started to pull you out of the dorm. "I'm not going to let you wallow in sadness at your own pity party, no, we are going to forget what happened and have fun! All right?" She didn't wait a beat for you to respond. "All right!"

-

The room shivered and shook at the might boom of the bass - the music could be felt reverberating through everyone's chest for certain. A large sweaty group of kids were gathered in the middle, plastic red cups help above their heads as they swayed and jumped around. The music, of course, was provided by none other than Pansy's friend Blaise. He had always been kinder to you then her other friends, but even now you had to say that there was something paticularly dry in his eyes that made you think Draco wasn't the only friend whispering into her ears.

As your eyes started to search the room, Ginny's voice jolted you from your train of thought. "No, no, no! No wallowing tonight! What did we just talk about?" She had a disapproving look written all across her face. You sighed and rolled your eyes, but a smile couldn't help but leech into your expression.

"No self pity party," you reiterated with a mock-irritated tone.

"That's right, so let's go grab some punch that has obviously been spiked and dance!" She dragged you off towards the drinks table, pouring you a generous amount of a rather dark green of a drink. Then it was off to the dance floor, Ginny shouting at you about allowing your body to flow with the music. All you could really think about was the stench of sweat hovering in the air and the alcohol from other people's cups being sloshed all around you.

You glanced towards Ginny, who now seemed to be preoccupied with eyeing and flirting a Slytherin girl from across the room. Your eyes took to your surroundings, searching for Pansy until they finally identified her at the top of the dorm steps. All it took was one glance and she dashed back up the stairs, leaving you confused.

You decided to leave Ginny behind and follow Pansy, ignoring the glares from other Slytherin girl as you walked up the steps. You promptly stepped over a couple who was doing things that were best suited to the privacy of their own bedroom, now entering the hall. You walked down, passing one, two, three, four, five doors before landing upon the sixth one.

You didn't even knock - you felt you had a right to get an answer from Pansy and you didn't want to be turned down again.

"What do you want?" Pansy asked harshly, her back to you. She sat at the edge of the bed, gripping the mattress with all her might. Her black bob of hair was tied up in an elaborate hairdo complete with a pin stuck through the bun at rhe top of her head. It gave her a much sharper, more intimidating look then before. Not that you could see it now. "I thought I told you I don't want to see you anymore."

"And I thought that I told you that I don't believe that. Not a single word of it." You sighed, any anger in you immediately gone, now only exasperated and dischiveled. "Pans, please. Did I do something wrong? Or does this . . . does it have to do with Malfoy?"

"Didn't I tell you to go away?" Pansy snapped, suddenly standing up from the mattress and turning around to face you with a nasty expression. She marched on over to you and encouraged you in the direction of the door. "Go on! Leave! I don't want you here -"

You grabbed the hand that she had been wildly gesturing with, your fingers wrapped around her slim wrist. The silver bands on her harm slid down to somewhere near her elbow. "I thought we promised each other - no lies. No deception. I know there's something wrong, I can see it. I know you well enough to know that what you did wasn't of your own accord, Pansy. Tell me what's wrong."

You urged her with your eyes, pleading with her to talk to you. Even with your makeup on, the bags under your eyes were noticeable enough. The desperation in your tone was enough to weaken Pansy, even if just for a moment. Her expression softened, her arm slackened in your grip. You quickly released her hand, which fell down to her side.

"I . . . I can't really talk about it." She bowed her head, her eyes avoiding your own. "I just - I'm involved with something . . . and I can't let you get hurt. I won't let you get hurt."

You furrowed your brows, thinking back to what Harry had told you, Ron, and Hermione. How suspicious Draco had been acting. You glanced down towards her left arm, which was tucked away behind her back as though she didn't even want it within your line of sight.

"You're not . . . Pans, tell me you're not . . ." Pansy shut her eyes tightly, turning away from you. You grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards you. She stumbled into your chest and you wrapped your arms around her. "You can't push me away. I don't care if I get hurt, I care about you."

Pansy sniffled, her arms weakly gripping your waist. "You're not . . . mad at me?"

"I could never be mad at you Pans."

"But I'm - I'm -"

"Just a girl, who was forced into joining something she doesn't agree with. You've done nothing wrong."

Pansy sniffled, her fist pressed against your upper chest to keep herself sturdy. She glanced up at you, searching your eyes for any malicious intent but failing to find any. Her other hand reached up, brushing against your cheek before falling back down to your shoulder. As though debating during a moment's hesitation, Pansy suddenly surged forward to meet your lips, bringing her hand back up to wrape around the name of your neck. The kiss was one of passion and desperation and gratitude. You weren't one to back down and pressed into her equally as hungry, gasping as her teeth met the soft flesh of your bottom lip. You pulled away, utterly breathless, noticing the shy, yet somehow almost sly expression on her face.

She watched her fingers as they trailed across your exposed collarbone, causing you to shiver. "I really am sorry, for pushing you away . . . maybe I can make it up to you?" The tone in her voice made it obvious as to what she was suggesting. You grinned, nearing her face again, your nose brushing against her own.

"Oh really? What did you have in mind?"

Pansy smirked, reaching out and gently pushing you down onto her bed so you were seated. She crawled into your lap, legs swung around either side of your waist. She hummed, pressing a kiss against your neck. "You're about to find out."

[vasito-de-leche]

Do you have any specific queer headcannons of r1999 characters if so which ones and why?

I wrote a bunch of stuff for this post but then tumblr fucked me up and reloaded without saving it so here we are..... rewriting it all over again ... OAUGH. usually I default to seeing everyone as Vaguely Bisexual and Not Cis until stated otherwise, but you asked for specifics so here we go!

6 is aromantic or demiromantic.

On one hand, it's because I love projecting on my faves. On the other hand, it's because he genuinely doesn't feel like the type of person to be interested in relationships. But this isn't something that's tied to any potential disgust, repulsion or even trauma related to his Revelation and struggle against fate -- to me, 6 just doesn't feel romantic attraction. At the very least, nothing strong enough to consider pursuing. It's not in his priorities. I really dislike this specific thing that fandoms do in which every single character who is introverted, or who happens to be alone/isolated (either by chance or by choice) is secretly lonely, touch starved, pining and desperate for attention and romantic love. It feels like such a huge disrespect for their equally important platonic or familial relationships. 6 already holds a lot of love for his own community and his childhood friends, a type of affection that is shown in his subtle and unique ways. I like it when his character focuses on those aspects instead!

Mesmer Jr. is aromantic and asexual.

In her case, she's the opposite of 6. Mesmer Jr.'s trauma and OCD is much too intense for her to even consider the idea of an emotional or physical bond with anyone. She's disgusted at the idea of touching others so casually, and she's afraid at the possibility of allowing a person (someone she logically cannot have any control over) into her life because what if they throw her off her schedule? What if they mess every meticulous thing she's planned for herself and her mental stability? What if she loses her grip? Yes, it's plausible that she may find a partner who works perfectly with the way she needs things to be, and yes, you can headcanon that she heals and her OCD becomes "manageable" enough to have a stable relationship, but personally? I just like it when characters don't get to have stereotypical happy endings in which everything gets better through love and friendship and support -- like, yeah everyone loves to see their faves happy and all but eh... It's a bit of projection on my part! Some people don't get to heal and do all the things their disabilities prevented them from doing, even if we're given all this support and love. Some of us just have to find ways around these things, anything that works for us that makes our lives easier.

Sweetheart is queer but has a complex relationship with love. In a somewhat similar vein, Blonney has gone through every single letter of the LGTBQ+ community.

I tried my best to explain my thoughts on Sweetheart but at this point she deserves her own post because it's honestly a LOT, this single part was just too long so I cut it out entirely. Just trust me when I say she's queer and has a very complex relationship with love. In Blonney's case, we discussed the possibility of her being written as comphet and it got me to think a little about her. I see Blonney as the type of girl who presents as a straight bimbo, following the themes of her character and all, but who has constant crisis after crisis in the privacy of her bedroom, the only place she's allowed to be more than just a blondie. This constant journey questioning her orientations and gender happens entirely in her head and in private. I like to think that she just has these long monologues in her head. Sure, she's identified as straight her whole life, but maybe bisexual works better because there was that one girl she kept meeting under the bleachers. Oh, but maybe she's a lesbian, since all her boyfriends are just huge disappointments and none of them ever make her truly happy. Oh, but maybe that's just because she has bad taste in men, there was that one guy in class who keeps making her laugh after all. Ahh, this would be so much easier if she were a guy, her femininity is mostly performative after all. Ah, but she actually really loves pink and fashion... Nonbinary then? No, she's not the type to pick something so vague, it's one or the other. Oh, how about both? Genderfluid! Etc etc. If you ask her about how she identifies, she'll simply brush you off with a "What's it to you? That's none of your business, creep!" and move on, but this is something very personal to her. So far, she knows she likes being femme presenting and that she likes Jessica!

Eagle is a trans girl.

Have you guys seen those posts going around tumblr about how important it is that trans women exist because they fight for their own womanhood and girlhood in a world that constantly looks down upon feminine things and all women as a whole? Yeah. Yeah. Eagle being a scout that fights so hard to prove herself, the feelings of not belonging into the Boy Scouts and seeing how the Girl Scouts are created eventually, a space for her. The fact that she visits her father's grave so that he can see her grow up.

Kaalaa Baunaa, Oliver Fog, Medicine Pocket and Melania are probably bisexual, but they're super busy with work so they don't have time to address that.

Self-explanatory <3 I do like to think that Kaalaa and Medpoc are more chill about it, Kaalaa because she's a grown ass woman who is very mature, and Medpoc because they genuinely give no fucking shits about dating in general, so who cares about confirming whether they're bisexual or not. Oliver Fog is a little more flustered at the idea of exploring his orientation and whatnot, but it's tolerable. BUT MELANIA? I LOVE to think that she's FULLY aware that the MOMENT she acknowledges her bisexuality, she will have a crisis and then what will she do? She has 3 papers due next week and a heist this weekend, she can't possibly sit there wondering about liking girls! She's got things to do!

And here's the extra round of HCs that don't require that much text to explain or that lean towards being more silly!

Eternity has literally outlived the concept of gender. She/They royalty.

37 has QRPs instead. It Just Works. No one but herself and her partners understand the dynamics, though. As god intended <3

APPLe is a raging bisexual and has been spotted in many gay bars. Regulus is also bisexual.

The world would've been a better place if Bette was a butch lesbian.

Balloon Party and An-An Lee play with gender like its playdough.

Baby Blue is Not Cis and she's Not Straight either because none of that shit matters to her anymore, since she's been disconnected from reality and society for so long. She also doesn't care about labelling herself.

Diggers is trans, but no one can figure out which way exactly. It doesn't help that he refuses to clarify either. The same thing happens with John Titor, except she's very vocal about being a transwoman.

Bunny Bunny is bisexual but she hasn't realized this yet. In similar fashion, Horropedia is bisexual but he just forgets about it sometimes.

Druvis III as a trans woman goes hand in hand with Forget Me Not as a gay man. This is why they're both super divorced.

Leilani is pansexual because she prefers the colors of that specific flag over the bisexual one. Spathodea is pansexual because the personal distinction between pansexuality and bisexuality matters to her.

Tennant is bisexual because she can scam and seduce more people that way.

The Fool is nonbinary. Mf should've been born in the 2020's, I just KNOW he would've loved mirrorgender.

Zima is in the closet not out of shame but out of safety. Just in case.

Sotheby assumes that every girl in the world likes girls. So far no one has been able to prove her wrong because all she does is interact with other sapphic girls.

Pavia is nonbinary out of spite. But I also love transguy Pavia HCs so so so much, give that guy boobs, he would never get top surgery <3

Vertin is nonbinary too but she doesn't care about people knowing about it. She does, however, make the effort to be a little androgynous, as a treat for herself.

Madam Z and Katz absolutely had a Situationship going on during university. Katz was bicurious and Madam Z helped her experiment. Now the Situationship is between Madam Z and Constantine, the latter using Madam Z as a rebound after fumbling her relationship with Vertin's mother <- the machinations in my brain will astonish you.

TTT is genderfluid by virtue of being a picture on a TV, so I like to think she can just shift her appearance. In similar fashion, gender means nothing to Alien T and Voyager because they're aliens.

I specifically love the idea of all of the 1.2 gang joking about how Tooth Fairy is their token straight adult figure -- she's actually bi and asexual, but likes to keep that to herself so the kids can make their little jokes and have fun.

Enigma is gay and homophobic because his self-loathing is just that strong.

Turns out that the push Click needed to explore his own sexuality was getting killed on the battlefield, so now he's free to be gay. perhaps bicurious.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  when broken is easily fixed

SUMMARY : priestly broke up with tish (yes!) uh, i mean… you watch him be pathetic and sad with his big wet green eyes.

PAIRING : boaz priestly x fem!reader (implied Latina)

CHARACTERS : tish (mentioned)

WARNINGS/TAGS : jealousy, breakups, fluff, tiny angst, innuendos, obliviousness x2

WORD COUNT : 2.7k

A/N : SURPRISE YALL, I’m back, heheheh. title from silverstein’s song. this fills the square “I’m having what you’d call a rough day” on my @jacklesversebingo card. lmao, this was nice to jump back into writing. I secretly like teaching y’all physics. 

You remember the day Priestly showed up at the market in a disappointingly normal state. 

No piercings, no colourful hair, no beard, no eyeliner. Just plain old California clothes, nearly looking Christian with his neat hair, and composed manners.

The only things that reassured you that Priestly was still Priestly after all, were the tattoos that peeked from outside the collar of a white dress shirt and the tiny holes in his skin where his piercings once belonged.

It was confusing at first, but he looked happy. Brighter.

You thought his parents were in town. Or that he became religious after all. Or that he joined a cult. 

You teased him at first. He’d just give you this dreamy look and never said anything to ease your curiosity about his current state. He’d be out the door in a hurry, with a tiny bit of that Priestly swagger that told you he was definitely not brainwashed by a cult.

But the reason for the sudden change in him soon became clear. 

One day, he walked into the store to buy groceries and other necessities with Tish. Hand in hand, the two of them. All giggles and shoves and smiles. The honeymoon phase. She’d kiss him on his cheeks, take his chin in her hand and press herself against him in an unnecessary manner to tell him something, and he’d look stupid, like he couldn’t believe she was there giving him affection. 

Your stomach dropped at the sight of them. 

You’d never felt the way you did before. 

Yeah, there was a cringey-ness and aversion you always had  for PDA and romance that you’d noticed in yourself for years, but it never bothered you like it did now. From watching Priestly and Tish be a couple.

But it also didn’t take you long to realise why it bothered you so much more. Why it was so much harder to ignore than if it were any other couple doing it. Why you felt rejected became clear.

You had feelings for Priestly.

What a dumb way to find that out. 

Excuse the fuck out of yourself if you were too focused on your university courses and your job and your future and your personal life… to realise that you really actually liked him. Romantically.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself and pretend that you didn’t care at all when you were alone. You weren’t  going to lie to yourself about the sting you felt. Or push away the feelings of jealousy and push down how upset you were and the other, million emotions you felt as you watched them go about their lives as a couple for months. 

You never wanted to quit more badly than you did then, just to avoid having to see them get closer, clingier, more affectionate, serious. But it was the only way you could afford living in your dorm, to have enough to pay your classes, and afford your supplies and books... 

You sucked it up and pretended that nothing was wrong. Like you didn’t even care about him. Like you never did. 

It never really got easier, the only thing that became easy was pretending. 

You blamed yourself for waiting too long. That’s what haunted you. If you’d just been braver. If you’d been more honest with yourself and him. If you’d had the courage to say what you felt. If… if…

It was torture.

The high California-in-the-summertime temperatures made you think that you were in Hell, but time passed and you accepted that your chance with him had passed. You told yourself to move on and be happy. For the most part, as long as you ignored them, it was easy to be happy again, to live your life and do whatever your wildest friend was doing to enjoy her summer. 

But that happiness you’d seen in Priestly was gone by the time the fall semester came around. It took six long, horrible months for that happiness in him to fade away. 

It didn’t last. Just like the spring and the summer.

Until one day you didn’t see her with him. And the next day he was alone again. And the next week; alone. And the week after that, too. 

No Tish. 

Just mopey, wet-eyed Priestley. 

His stubble grew, his eyeliner returned—slightly smeared from tears. 

No more Banana Republic, Tommy Hillfigure, or Calvin Klein. Just those ridiculous shirts that always made you smile.

He entered the store today again after a week. 

The shop's bell rang and you looked up out of habit, and watched him with his gorgeous green eyes cast downward to the slightly dusty floor you were trying to sweep. God, you’d guess it was more of a depressing, someone’s-dead type of chime than a merry one—from the state of him.

His hair was a mess and slightly longer, it was not brushed or styled neatly. Like he woke up from a nap after breakfast and decided to go to the store because he remembered something he forgot before his nap. 

You felt bad… at first. 

His cheeks were pink and his eyes were red-rimmed and glassy from tears. He had darkened bags under his eyes. But as he moped around and you avoided being noticed by him out of awkwardness, you caught a glimpse of his shirt, which amused you: Hang in there, it gets worse, with a little thumbs up, too. 

He came completely in black, too. 

It was unavoidably funny. But you stifled your snort as you continued to sweep quietly, until eventually, you got lost in thought again. Your head filled with your to-do list before entering your final semester. 

But you eventually found yourself in the same aisle as him. You swept the trash up into the dustpan as you watched him try to hold bread, bananas, napkins, and toilet paper in one arm while trying to take out a gallon of milk from the fridge.

You saw what would happen from a mile away and quickly released the broom and left the dustpan where it was to help him. Before you could actually get to him, the napkins toppled out of his hold and he mistakenly released the milk to grab it which caused the gallon to burst open when it fell to the floor like a ripe melon in the sun. 

You gasped when the milk splattered on you, but you didn’t actually mind at all. Priestly, on the other hand, sighed heavily again, completely giving up. 

He finally looked at you when you reached for the napkins he dropped and you smiled warily at him, hoping it appeared more reassuring than pitiful. You handed him the napkins and he murmured an apology, taking them from you. 

“They say when you drop your food, it's because someone craved it,” you tried to make light of the situation but he didn’t even notice. He gently placed everything down on top of the shelf behind him with a deep sigh.

“I’m so sorry,” he frowned at the large white puddle, “I’m having what you’d call a rough day.” You huffed a soft laugh which made him raise a brow at you. 

“Day? You’ve been mopey and pathetic for weeks,” you teased playfully, but he remained quiet. You figured you’d offended him or hurt his feelings because he sniffled and looked down at his hands. 

Your face softened.

“I’ll pay for that.” He pointed to the spilt milk and broken gallon.

“It’s fine,” you reassured him. “Let me clean this up. I’ll help you when I finish.” You turned around to pick up some napkins you kept behind the counter and he made a sound of protest. 

He followed you, you heard him walking behind you quickly. “I made this mess. I should clean it. Besides, it’s almost your lunch break,” he tried to stop you. You laughed softly and shook your head as you laid yourself over the counter to grab the napkins from underneath the counter, your feet dangled embarrassingly above the floor.

“Hey, it’s no trouble,” you dismissed, smiling triumphantly to yourself when you got up with the napkins. “Go be a customer and bring your stuff… take two trips this time. There’s no one else here.” You snatched the napkins away from him when he tried to take them from you. 

He smiled a little. 

It made you smile more earnestly. 

“Okay… Fine…” he gave in hesitantly and followed you as you walked towards the mess he made. He picked up the stuff he left on the shelf and watched you squat down and lay some napkins over the puddle. The paper soaked the milk up and he slowly walked to the counter then returned as you finished up. 

He stood there awkwardly at first. Still just watching you clean up and then you got up and smiled at him sweetly. He smiled back at you gently and your heart sped up the way it always did when he looked at you. Your stomach clenched happily, but you frowned and quickly stepped away from him to throw the wet paper towels away along with the gallon that had contained the milk. 

“I’m really sorry,” he apologised again when you returned. 

“Priestly, it’s fine, accidents happen,” you chuckled to convince him and eyed the new gallon of milk. “You ready?” You wiped your hands on your jeans despite still feeling icky. 

“Yeah,” he answered quietly, then looked around at the unusually empty store. “You want me to finish sweeping for you? Or maybe… Do you wanna wash your hands? You look uncomfortable. I can wait,” he rambled.

You laughed at him, this was all too much for you so “early” in the morning. He instantly shut up and became flustered. His free hand flew up to the back of his neck and he laughed awkwardly. 

“Well, if it matters so much to you, put the Closed sign on while I throw the stuff in the dustpan away and wash my hands. I’ll meet you at the counter in five.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said automatically. 

You rolled your eyes at the name, but walked away wordlessly to finish up. You actually were pretty hungry.

When you returned, Preistly had his hands in his trouser’s pockets, he was chewing on his lip, and his cheeks were red from embarrassment. 

“What’s that thing you said earlier about dropping food?” He asked, trying to alleviate the thick tension that hung in the air around the two of you. You smiled as you scanned the items he needed. 

“Oh, nothing,” you shrugged, “just a saying.” 

He was quiet for a moment and then you looked up at him. He was already looking at you and your face instantly started to get warm again. You looked away as casually as you could to finish scanning the remaining items and neatly placing them inside a plastic bag. 

“It was funny.”

“Ha, I guess…” you shrugged awkwardly and told him the price of his groceries. 

“Right…” he took out random, balled up dollar bills from his back pocket despite having a wallet with enough space. You smiled curiously and took the money from him. 

God, hurry and leave, you prayed internally as you placed his money in the cash register and took out his change. You dropped three quarters and a nickel into his hand when you began hearing the soft sound of rain hitting the windows and the concrete outside, and the delightful aroma of petrichor sneaking through the vents into the store.

“Fuck,” Priestly muttered, his fingertips grazed your palm and your body lit up like the second the temperature of the universe hit one billion Kelvin after the Big Bang, finally allowing neutrons and protons to form atomic nuclei as they hit and stuck to each other. “The worst day ever.”

You snapped out of your daze, disappointed, but not surprised at his obliviousness. 

“I could give you a ride,” you offered with a shrug, taking your bag from inside the bottom drawer as he took his bag of groceries.

“I keep wasting your time…” he trailed off, but he did not decline your offer. 

“That’s fine. Where do you live?” You made your way around the counter and walked past him to stand at the door and watch the rain slowly come heavier.

“You’re a stranger,” he joked, and you turned to roll your eyes at him. “What? You could secretly be a Mankiller.” You opened the door with a sarcastic laugh and squirmed as rain hit your face.

“Please, look at me,” you scoffed playfully, locking the door to the store once Priestly stepped outside with you. 

“I am,” he said gently. 

You looked up at him with your brows knitted in confusion. “Whatever. My car’s over here,” you brushed him off and quickly led him to your car.

You both sighed once you were safely inside the freshly cleaned car. He laughed to himself as he looked around inquisitively, but you didn't question him. You turned your car on instead to pull out of the driveway and asked him again where he lived as a Britney Spears song played on the radio. This time he finally answered your question seriously.

The conversation was light and you kept asking him about the sandwich shop he worked at and about his friends to avoid talking about yourself or his break up. It was basically small talk, bleh. The conversation was superficial because you didn’t want to get close to him, not now, not when he was freshly broken up and still clearly hurting. 

He ran his hand through his hair once you parked outside his house, somehow he managed to make it look tame. He looked at the time and you waited patiently for him to get out so you could leg it and cry to your friend over the phone about how you were so not over him. 

“Stay,” he proposed suddenly when he unbuckled his seatbelt. “I can make you a sandwich, I’m really good at that.” You shook your head at first and racked your brain for some excuse to get away. “Whatever you want, I’ll make it for you, I’ve even got some soda in the fridge. Please, I feel really bad.” You chuckled softly at him and the pleading eyes he gave you. They looked much wider and greener. 

“Fine,” you gave in, “I’m really hungry, so… I guess I could stay for a bit.” He lit up slightly and started to get out of the car before you managed to turn it off. But you caught up with him as he kicked the welcome mat to the side to retrieve his house’s key. 

“You want a sub?” He asked, you bit your tongue to stop yourself from making a joke out of that and nodded as you entered his messy house. Oh well, he’s been going through a breakup. 

“Oh, God, I forgot it’s a mess,” he apologised when he looked at the star of everything around him. “Close your eyes, pretend you don’t see it,” he pleaded jokingly. 

“As long as I don’t step in something squishy, we’re all good,” you reassured him with a small laugh. You followed him to the kitchen and figured he must be going through the not-eating breakup rather than the eating-my-feelings breakup.

“How big do you want it?” He asked you, setting the bag down on the counter and going to wash his hands.

“How much do you think I can take?” You asked before you could actually filter it out of your mind. He quickly looked at you, amused and intrigued while he dried his hands with a clean towel from inside his cabinet. “Kidding, how big is it?” He laughed loudly at your question which made you get more flustered, but he still gave you a measurement with his hands. “Half of that,” you tried to ignore his face and sat down before your knees gave out from embarrassment. 

“If you can only take half of that, I don’t think you could handle me.” 

Your mouth fell open. You were sure you stopped breathing for a few moments when your heart stuttered and your stomach lurched at the thought.  

This time, you blinked at him in surprise, but your eyes stayed wide, and you felt yourself turn hotter before you both bursted out laughing. 

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Long Distance

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Still playing around with the idea of WoL!Hazel falling for Zero. If I were to write her to be with someone I'd want it to feel organic from both sides. Unfortunately, there isn't much to infer about Zero's preferences in a partner without going SUPER into headcanon territory...so fuck it. Headcanon it is. Maybe Zero started feeling adoration towards Hazel at first because the Au Ra was part of the group that changed her life. Perhaps she could find Hazel's dreams of traveling the world endearing, especially after finding the Source so fascinating herself. Maybe Zero would appreciate Hazel's confidence in her to be more than just a Voidsent like she thought of herself as. Perhaps she is secretly grateful at how fast Hazel was willing to look past her status as essentially a demon and see a person, and this endearment and gratitude could bloom into something more as she stews on these emotions she hadn't felt towards another in centuries, if ever.

Conversely, Hazel would immediately be endeared to someone who looks past her role as the Warrior of Light, even if it was a little bit of an accident. Someone just as inquisitive and while maybe not as adventurous, someone still with a want to learn of the world around them. Someone who won't be afraid to tell her to be selfish and think of herself from time to time. And while there are certainly other characters that fit that sort of description Hazel herself wouldn't want to burden anyone with being in a relationship with the "Warrior of Light". She might not like the title but she carries it nonetheless, and wouldn't wish for anyone to share in that burden. With the world finally saved and her beginning to allow herself to just be an adventurer again, only now would Hazel really think about finding a partner. And at this point she would see all the Scions as "family" already. After getting to know them for so long they'd all be more than just friends to her, but not in any romantic sense. So while beginning to search for a partner she just so happens to meet an extremely hot Voidsent lady? Who has a heart of gold underneath the cold exterior that Hazel would see as a challenge to get her to open up from? Yeah, Hazel would be smitten almost immediately. Especially given her outlook on romance coming from the Oronir rendition of the Azim and Nhaama myth (she's a Kha but always preferred that interpretation).

...Didn't mean to write a college essay on my shipping thought process but here we are.

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Popstar!Hae-in × Rockstar!Jin-woo

Hae-in wearing those colorful/bright outfits while Jin-woo is— well. . . Black.

Both have been in the industry for a long time. Jin-woo writes his own songs and Hae-in does as well, though she occasionally lets her closest friends help, especially when it comes to songs that have a romantic touch on them.

When her manager, Woo Jin-chul, suggests that she should put a "different vibe" on her songs, adding that it will attract new audience. Hae-in spends half of the day contemplating on how to make use of her manager's suggestion. That is until a particular song blares in the tv; it captures Hae-in's attention and she turns to see a music video, performed by none other than Sung Jin-woo. A rockstar with an alluring rhythm and eloquent lyrics. Shock fills Hae-in's eyes, finding herself connected to the music like a magnetic force.

She sends a message to the rockstar. However, it took a few days as Jin-woo is on tour, and when he opens his socials, he sees a message from Cha Hae-in, the country's popstar sweetheart.

The popstar has spoken nice things about him and his songs. Jin-woo feels like he's reading an essay. Then, the message concluded with an invitation to meet up together.

He does meet up with her at the building where Hae-in is doing a photoshoot for her album. Jin-woo thinks he wouldn't be surrounded by any of his fans until several people go up and ask him for a picture. It takes a couple of minutes once Jin-woo is now free after Hae-in called his name. Although, she is embarrassed since she has kept him waiting, which Jin-woo dismisses and that he got a bit pressured as he had to interact with different people after his concerts.

Turns out, Hae-in wishes that he could teach her or introduce his ways to her. She also explains what her manager had suggested which is why she had chosen to reach out to him.

Jin-woo goes "yeah, sure, why not?" — after all, he's on a break anyway and won't mind showing a thing or two to the popstar. However, he does have doubts if Hae-in can succeed in trying some of his styles.

Hae-in tries. Other times she fails because her tone is unable to fit in the rhythm, so Jin-woo will have to adjust to fix it. Her voice isn't suitable for lowering and Jin-woo advices her to not force it and go with what she's most comfortable and just work on the emotions.

Her manager is the only person whom Hae-in tells about Jin-woo. Jin-chul is surprised, knowing how serious and reserved Jin-woo is; either way, he sends payment to the rockstar. Jin-woo returns the money to him right away since what he does isn't a work.

Fans are impressed with the new releases. As said, the songs manage to garner new fans as well. Hae-in is happy, yet doesn't reveal her "secrets" as to protect Jin-woo's privacy.

Jin-woo congratulates her with the success and Hae-in wants to treat him for a meal.

Basically, they support each other despite their major differences. Jin-woo listens to Hae-in's songs secretly even though it's not his cup of tea, but enjoys it, especially with the new ones.

While Hae-in is shown in numerous clothing and accessories, Jin-woo refuses to even let the stylists do his hair. The only styles he allows the stylists will do are parting his hair from right, left, or to the middle; sometimes he accepts having either side of his hair swept back.

Jin-woo likes it when Hae-in sends him her covers of his songs. He tries doing the same and Hae-in turns into a blushing mess.

Jin-woo having a small tattoo of Hae-in's name, tainted in her favorite colors instead of black, on the spot near his collarbone. His first plan was to put it on his inner wrist, but then he knows the public will notice it anyway.

Whenever Hae-in winks at the camera, Jin-woo blushes as he watches through his phone.

Hae-in takes Jin-woo shopping sometimes. The former doesn't even complain and it makes his manager, Yoo Jin-ho, "give full respect" to Hae-in.

Hae-in putting eyeliner on Jin-woo before his performance on stage ajegsugwhdge

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Robin Buckley - NSFW Alphabet

A/N: a lil more spicy Robin content for you, I hope you like this!! <3

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Her aftercare is kind of chaotic and rushed, as just is the way with Robin. She’ll buzz around you quickly, trying to find a towel to wipe you down, new clothes for you to wear. She’ll run to go make some food or something, rambling about something or other the whole time. Half the time you kinda wish she’d just let you recover quietly in peace as you catch your breath after she’s made you cum many, many times. But you can’t help but think it’s kinda of endearing the way she runs around after you trying to attend to your every need. But yeah sometimes you just have to grab her face gently and tell her to slow down.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

I feel like Robin is kinda indifferent to her body, she doesn’t love it but she doesn’t hate it; as far as she’s concerned it just is what it is. But if she had to pick a favourite part of her body it would probably be her hands. She particularly likes what she can do to you with them. I think her favourite part of her partner’s body would be their tits. She also loves their thighs and their neck / shoulders, it’s basically her favourite places to kiss her partner as well.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She’s obsessed with way you / your cum tastes; she thinks she’ll never get enough of it. She’s always sucking her fingers completely clean almost every single time after she’s fingered you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly one of her favourite ways to get off when you’re not around is to bunch / roll up one of your shirts that you’ve left at her place, put it on top a lil tower of cushions, and hump it until she cums all over your shirt.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like before she got with you Robin didn’t have much experience at all, so it took some time for the two of you to figure out how your bodies work together. She had a good starting point from playing with herself so she knew the basics of what to do to pleasure you. But Robin is is a giver so she put in the effort to learn how your body works and what specifically you like and makes you feel good, so it’s not long before Robin is an absolute expert at pleasuring you.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

She likes to have you underneath her; she likes to watch you as she pleasures you. Whether you’re on your back or on your front, she just likes having you under her. I think she’d also have a bit of a soft spot for fucking you doggy-style as well.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Yeah Robin is super goofy and chaotic and awkward. She doesn’t necessarily mean to be, it’s just what she’s like. But you think it’s adorable so you don’t really mind. She can be serious and intense on the rare occasion but yeah usually sex with Robin is just very lighthearted and fun.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like Robin’s the type to keep her legs smooth but she’s not so fussed about her underarms or her bush. Like sometimes if she’s randomly in the mood she’ll shave it all, but otherwise she pretty much just leaves her underarms and bush to be free as it is. It really just depends on her mood.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Robin is intimate in a really light hearted and fun way. Like she’s very attentive to your emotions and your body, but she’s never too intense about it. Everything about being with Robin just feels so easy. She’s romantic but again it doesn’t feel too intense or overwhelming. Being with Robin literally is just like being with your best friend, except you get to kiss and fuck as well.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think Robin’s libido fluctuates so sometimes she’ll get herself off almost everyday, if you’re not there to help that is. Then sometimes she goes like a week or more without touching herself, it just depends. But I think when she does masturbate one of favourite ways to get off is with the shower head, iykyk.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation. Multiple orgasms. Gentle spanking. A good mix of degradation and praise. Light bondage. I think her kinks are reasonably simple, she’s always just mostly focused on trying to make you and her feel as good and make the whole experience as pleasurable as possible.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

She occasionally likes a secret quickie in the backroom at Family Video. I can imagine she’s also the type to like doing it in the shower as well, which isn’t always the best but she likes to try anyway. Otherwise she’s more than happy to just do it in the comfort of either her bed or yours.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

She goes absolutely wild when you wear knee high socks, she’s honestly obsessed with them. She loves to fuck you whilst you wear nothing but those knee high socks. I also think she probably has a bit of an oral fixation so anytime you’re eating or just generally playing with or biting your lips she gets really worked up really quickly. And you like to tease her by always sucking on a lollypop.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any kind of pain play beyond simple spanking. Also I don’t think she’d go anywhere any kind of dub/non-con. She’s also not really into edging because she just doesn’t have the patience or restraint to be honest.

0 = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves both but I think she has a preference for giving. Robin really lives to please her partner and make them cum as many times as she can. So she’s almost always going down you, and you best believe she knows exactly how you like it and how to get you off hella fast.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Robin is usually quite fast but it’s just because she likes seeing how quickly and how many times she can make you cum. She’s not so great at taking her time and edging and teasing, she just likes to get right down to it. However, she can be slow and sensual sometimes, but it’s usually under instruction from you; you basically have to guide her into how to be a bit more gentle and how to take her time with pleasing you. But she’s super good at taking those instructions and she definitely does try to incorporate what you taught her into future sessions.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Oh yeah she’s absolutely up for a quickie, in fact she really rather likes them. If she had her way she would prefer to spend more time with her partner as she lives to overstimulate them and make them cum multiple times. But yeah, she’s definitely happy to sneak in a quickie in the backroom at Family Video. She almost challenges herself to see how quickly she can get you off.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yeah I think so. She’s definitely willing to experiment with different toys to see if there’s anything new that you and / or her might like. I don’t think she experiments with different positions too much though, like the two of you have figured out what feels good and you’re both kinda happy to just stick to that. I definitely think she likes to take the occasional risk, like the two of you have gotten off together in the back room at Family Video a handful of times.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She has plenty of energy so she can definitely go for quite a few rounds. And she’s really into making her partner cum multiple times so yeah, Robin can and will usually go for quite a few rounds, usually until you’re begging her to stop because you’re so sensitive.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yeah she owns toys and she likes to use them both on herself and her partner. Her favourite is her wand. Her favourite to use on you is a lil vibrating bullet to keep on your clit whilst she fingers you; she knows just how much that combo drives you wild and she fucking loves to see it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I don’t think she likes tease too much to be honest, mostly because she just doesn’t have the patience for it. Like if she’s horny she’ll just wanna get right down to fucking you, or having you fuck her, she just doesn’t have it in her to keep teasing you and keep you both waiting for what you both really want.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Robin is loud, like really loud. Robin is the type to full-on porn-star moan, in my opinion. Lot’s of moaning and gasping and crying out your name. Like if you sneak for a quickie somewhere semi-private you usually have to clamp your hand over her mouth to keep her from making too much noise. She’s also super loud and enthusiastic when she goes down on you, because honestly she enjoys it just as much as you do.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I think Robin really likes morning sex; she likes to give you an orgasm, and have one herself, before you guys get started with your day. It’s happened quite a few times where you’ve woken up to find her already rubbing your clit with her fingers, or sometimes you even wake up to the feeling of her tongue running through your folds. Another random headcanon I have for her is that, because of her oral fixation, she likes to share lollipops with you. The two of you will each have your own one, different flavours of course, and you just kinda swap them intermittently, so you each get to enjoy the other’s flavour. Any time Steve pulls a grossed out face at it you both just flip him off.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I really like to imagine that Robin has some really cute freckles / moles on her hips and her thighs. You often like to kiss them or trace your finger between them. Her boobs are slightly uneven, as is often the case, but you don’t care at all because they’re both such nice and pretty tits and you love them regardless. And I don’t know why but I also like to imagine she has a tiny sunflower tattooed on her side, just next to where her boob is.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think she has like an average sex drive, maybe just slightly higher than average. And sometimes it can fluctuate depending on how she’s feeling. Sometimes she’ll go through a couple of weeks where you guys only fuck a handful of times. Then sometimes she’ll fuck you multiple days a week, even multiple times a day on the odd occasion.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Yeah she’s still got energy to burn even after sex. She’ll be up and about, running to get you some snacks or something, just generally still buzzing. You honestly have to drag her back to bed and get her to settle because you’re so exhausted and can’t keep up with her buzzing around. Then even as you’ve finally convinced her to come snuggle with you she’s still fidgeting and tapping her fingers on your body.

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Just Tell Her

merry christmas @poutpoutlilith <3 I was happy to be your squealing santa this year! this is my first time writing for ouat so bear with me, but i truly enjoyed writing every bit of it! thank you to @squealing-santa for hosting!

word count: 3,000

pairing: emma swan x regina mills

rated: pg-13

cw: talks of kinks, mild nudity, heated kissing scenes, intimate themes (no smut)

summary: emma is scared to talk to regina about her biggest kink.

Emma was fierce. Always has been, always will be.

When she arrived in Storybrooke, she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. She’d stand up to whoever necessary to do the right thing. She could, literally, kick ass and look pretty while doing it. But most importantly, she was never afraid to fight for Henry and his well-being, even if that meant crossing Regina Mills.

Regina Mills didn’t scare Emma. Never has, never will.

Sure, she’s tough and is definitely a force to be reckoned with, but not scary. Not to Emma, anyway. It took Emma a while to break through Regina’s powerful exterior, even after they got together. Regina would swear up and down that she didn’t have feelings for Emma the way Emma had feelings for Regina, but everyone knew it was a façade. It’s what made the people of Storybrooke less frightened. Mary Margaret was fully convinced Emma made Regina tolerable, but Emma knew that Regina had always had that soft spot. She just had to find it.

So, no, Emma was not scared of Regina, but for some reason talking about this to Regina scared the hell out of her.

It happened accidentally the first time—Regina had hugged her and when she pulled away, her fingertips trailed a little too lightly against her lower back. Emma hissed in response, arching away from the fingers and into Regina’s body. She cursed herself for reacting at all, but it was so quick that she didn’t have time to prepare herself.

The remembrance of her kink came flooding into her head and once it was there, it would set up shop for a while. She’d forgotten about it because of the length of time it’d been since she’d been with anyone romantically. Plus, she had to focus on Henry and saving Storybrooke. She didn’t have time to think about what turned her on.

Emma’s cheeks flushed red as she pushed Regina away from her. Regina raised an eyebrow, looking her up and down.

“Are you alright?”

A loaded question. Emma sniffled, waving her hand in the air to dismiss everything that had happened in the last 10 seconds. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. I just got a chill.”

Regina hummed and seemed to let it go because then she shook her head and continued to thank her for taking Henry camping so that she could get some work done. Emma absentmindedly kept the conversation going, but the still-there tingling on her lower back was taking up space in her mind. Too much space.

Even after the feeling faded away, Emma replayed the moment over and over in her head, the smallest smile tugging at her lips. She couldn’t help it. Tickling in general can, and will, make Emma turn into goo. Being tickled, watching others being tickled, even just reading the word—it’s her weakness.

And since that small moment with Regina, it was all she could think about.

Emma began secretly wishing that it would happen again. She wanted to feel her nerves pulse as Regina slid her fingers over her skin. But wishing wasn’t enough. No, it wouldn’t happen unless Emma talked about it, which Emma would like to do just about as much as she’d like to go back to Boston.

Though, as time went on and nothing ever happened, Emma began feeling antsy. Needy, even.

The second time it happened was also an accident, but Regina knew it’d tickled Emma. A string from Emma’s jacket was left astray on her neck and Regina reached her hand up and brushed it off. Emma squeaked and shrugged her shoulder up to her ear, a shiver running straight down her spine.

“Sorry,” Regina said, the corners of her mouth tilting up the smallest amount. “You had a string.”

Emma looked at Regina with wide eyes, but her smile betrayed her. “It was fine where it was.”

“It was bothering me. Not to mention it got the cutest reaction out of you,” Regina chuckled. This third time was not an accident, but Emma’s response was. Regina shot her hand up to Emma’s neck again, fluttering her fingers at the soft skin under her ear. Emma giggled, shrinking away and swatting at Regina’s hand.

“Stohop!”

It was an impulse. It’s what everyone says when they’re being tickled. Emma didn’t actually mean it. If anything, she wanted Regina to do it again. But she put the nail in her own coffin.

“Apologies, dear,” Regina grinned, stepping closer to place a soft kiss to the side of Emma’s temple. It was over as quickly as it started and Emma’s heart sank. She knows that people say that when they really don’t want to be tickled, so why on God’s green earth would she say that?

It put Emma between a rock and a hard place. She couldn’t take it back. Not without completely admitting that she liked it. So, she just sighed and continued her work, hoping that one word wouldn’t deter Regina from ever trying to tickle her again.

It did.

Regina hadn’t tried tickling her on purpose, nor had she done it accidentally. Emma was beginning to think that she was making a conscious effort not to and it was driving her crazy. Since that day Regina had hugged her—4 months back—all Emma could think about was being tickled by her. She even stooped as low as trying the oldest trick in the book—getting on her last nerve.

Despite hiding Regina’s favorite blazer and playfully ignoring her when she asked a question, she never tried it again.

Emma eventually gave up. The hope of Regina ever tickling her diminished faster than blowing out a candle. The thoughts were still lingering in her mind, but Emma stopped trying to antagonize her into it.

The fourth time it happened was just a stray of fingers during an impromptu make-out session that was nearing its way towards sex. Regina had pulled Emma out of the office abruptly, claiming she needed her for something important. It didn’t take long for Emma to figure out that ‘something important’ included lazy, yet hot kisses and trailing hands up her body to rip her clothes off.

The rendezvous had made its way to their shared bedroom within moments and Emma and Regina were already half-naked. Emma laid back on the bed and Regina crawled her way on top of her, seductively kissing her way up Emma’s body. Whimpers, moans, and hisses filled the silent room.

It only took a few minutes for Regina’s hands to skim their way up Emma’s body, lightly trailing over her hip bones and up her sides. Emma arched her back and a quiet giggle slipped from her mouth. Regina would have missed it had she not been face to face with her.

“Sorry, sorry,” Regina muttered through a kiss to Emma’s neck, which coincidentally tickled too. Emma smiled and flinched in reflex, but her eyes went wide. It was now or never. This would be the perfect time to bring it up without it being too weird but still, Emma’s heart thumped against her chest like a drum. It was almost painful.

“It’s okay, really,” Emma replied, moaning when Regina reached that spot under her ear. She wanted to say more, but Regina flattened her hands against her ribs and since she was very consciencely aware of where Regina’s hands were placed at all times, she held her breath. Her heartbeat was the only sound she could hear.

“You don’t have to say it’s okay. Especially if you hate it.”

Emma wasn’t sure what she thought Regina would have said, but it sure as hell wasn’t that.

“W-what?” Emma tilted her head to see her girlfriend better, giving her a quizzical look. “You think I hate it?” This set-up was almost perfect. It’s as if the situation had literally fell into her lap and she could tell the truth without feeling like she was dropping a bomb.

Regina sat up, sitting on Emma’s thighs and returning her look. “Well, yeah… don’t most people?”

Emma shook her head and raised a brow at Regina’s complete innocence. “Not necessarily,” she said. Regina hummed in response, but Emma was on the verge of telling the truth. The conversation couldn’t stop there. “What made you think I hated it?

“You told me to stop that one time I tickled your neck, remember?” Regina recalled. Of course Emma remembered. It was the only thing she’d thought about for weeks. How Regina’s eyes sparkled with mischief when she realized Emma was ticklish. How she smirked when she playfully flit her fingers on Emma’s neck. How she never did it again because of Emma’s slip of the tongue. And she couldn’t even fault Regina for it because of how easy it was to believe that she didn’t like being tickled. Emma had never brought it up and Regina had never tried before then.

So, now that the conversation had been brought up, Emma would finally tell Regina how she truly feels.

“Yeah, but I don’t hate it,” Emma mumbled, avoiding eye contact, “Everyone says stop. It’s a trauma response.”

Regina narrowed her eyes at Emma. “You don’t hate it?”

Emma shook her head, her eyes still laser focused on the bed sheets crumpled around their legs. Regina didn’t speak for a while. The gears in her head were busy turning as she remembered the signs. How Emma would antagonize her. How Emma would lean into her touch when they’d make out. It all made sense. Regina’s mouth tilted up into a small smile.

“You like it,” she said. A simple sentence that made Emma’s face burn hot. Her heartbeat felt heavier as her body tensed. Maybe this was a mistake. It’s not normal to feel this way about being tickled. Her ex knew that, hence why it was part of the reason he left. Just as Emma felt hot tears spring to her eyes in embarrassment, Regina’s cold hand touched her chin and lifted her head up to look at her.

Understanding. No judgement. Adoration. Maybe a mix of all three. That’s what Regina’s eyes held when Emma finally locked hers onto her girlfriend’s.

“How much do you like it?” Regina asked in genuine curiosity. Emma knew the answer and what she wanted to say, but all the preparations couldn’t have prepared her for this question. “I only ask because I have to know how far I can take this.” A smirk plastered itself on Regina’s face and holy hell, Emma’s heart constricted along with heat pooling in her lower abdomen.

“I, uh—a lot,” was all Emma could muster. She wished she wasn’t so paralyzed with fear even after knowing that Regina is clearly okay with it, but she’d always been this way. It took a lot for her to mention it in her last relationship and it ended with her ex calling it strange. She liked Regina. Loved, even. She just didn’t want to mess this up.

“A lot as in…” Regina lifted her tone into a question to leave it open for Emma, but she just reverted her eyes back down to the bed. “Does it turn you on, Emma?”

If Emma’s face wasn’t hot to the touch, it definitely was now. There are very few things that Regina is shy about and apparently tickling, and the prospect of using it as foreplay, isn’t one of them. Emma swallowed hard giving Regina the answer she was looking for, but she nodded quickly too.

“Look at me, dear,” Regina coaxed, rubbing her knuckles along Emma’s thigh. The pull in Regina’s voice was just enough to make Emma comply, so she sighed and looked up, attempting to find the acceptance in Regina’s face. “Why didn’t you tell me before? We’ve had plenty of sex and you never bothered to mention it.”

“It just never came up,” Emma shrugged. “When it did, I was so scared of what you might say or think that I just couldn’t talk about it.” She bit her lip anxiously and awaited Regina’s response.

“Emma, you can always talk to me. There isn’t anything on this planet that you could tell me that would make me hate you or scare me off,” Regina said, brushing away a stray tear that slipped from Emma’s eye. “I mean, maybe if you told me you eat people, that would be a different story, buhut…” A laugh slipped from Regina’s mouth, which got Emma to smile too. “But this? This is far from scary. In fact, it’s hot.”

Regina lifted her palms from Emma’s legs, leaving just the tips of her fingers to trace lazy and slow circles on her upper thighs. Emma was immediately covered in goosebumps, her hands gripping the bed sheets.

“Where are you ticklish?” Regina asked her lover sultrily, gently pushing her down to her previous position so she could get a good look at Emma’s body. Smooth and fawn-colored skin that Regina could manipulate in any way she wanted once given consent. Her fingers trailed back up to Emma’s hip bones, circling just above the waistband of her underwear. “I think I pulled a giggle from you right about here earlier.”

Emma giggled again, her stomach erupting with butterflies and heat rather than knots and anxiety. “Everywhehere. Pretty much everywhere,” Emma blurted out.

Regina’s eyes lit up with excitement. “That is wonderful news, Emma. Thank you for making this so easy,” she teased, scratching more firmly at Emma’s hips. “Now, I’ll ask you again. How far can I take this?”

“As far as you want,” Emma replied with a small moan interlaced with her words. “My safe word is ‘red’.”

Regina smiled at her girlfriend’s willingness to submit herself to this, the sheer excitement and wanting seeping from her skin. The slightest touch made Emma squirm, which Regina was delighted to see.

“Then, put your hands behind your head. Don’t move them,” Regina ordered, her core clenching at the sight of Emma in such a vulnerable position. Emma did as told and bit her lip through a grin. Her entire body was on display, only her undergarments shielding her from being completely naked. They’d come off eventually, Regina thought. “Good girl.”

Regina placed her fingers on either side of Emma’s belly button, softly spidering them across her stomach. Emma’s abdominal muscles reacted instantly, jumping underneath Regina’s light touch. Emma’s quiet giggles turned into a real laugh, making Regina smile with endearment.

“Oh, you are very ticklish, aren’t you?” Regina cooed as she continued lightly tickling the blonde beneath her. She couldn’t help but notice the tiniest moans and whimpers falling out of Emma’s mouth, the sounds filling her heart with joy and lust. Regina moved her fingers up to scratch at Emma’s ribs, earning her a loud gasp. Her arms shot down to cover the vulnerable area, but Regina halted her fingers, looking down at Emma with an arched brow. “What did I tell you to do with your arms?”

Emma blinked. “T-To put them behind my head?”

“And…”

“And not to move them,” Emma finished her sentence, her cheeks blossoming with a dark shade of pink. Regina adopted another smirk.

“Exactly. Put them back. If they come down again, I’ll have to restrain you, understand?”

Emma wasn’t sure if she could finish on words alone, but she was pretty damn close. She’d never seen Regina so dominant, but she really enjoyed it. So, Emma nodded and placed her hands back behind her head, lacing her fingers together so hard that her knuckles turned white.

Regina didn’t say anything in response to Emma’s compliance. Instead, she resumed tickling her girlfriend’s ribs, grinning slyly when she let out a whine followed by a belly laugh.

“Reginahaha!” Emma cried out, turning her head to laugh into her elbow. Regina tilted her head and let out a satisfied hum at Emma’s reaction. After another minute, she quickly shot her hands up to Emma’s armpits, laughing herself at Emma’s squeal and how fast her arms clamped down on her fingers. Regina continued wiggling her fingers despite them being trapped and Emma’s laugh turned into a cackle as she attempted to roll over to flee from her assailant.

The brunette stopped after a few more seconds and both of their laughter died down. The two of them locked eyes again, Emma breathing deeply to catch her breath and Regina brushing the hair away from Emma’s face.

“You’re adorable,” Regina spoke after the silence had lingered for too long. “I’m delighted to know this information about you.”

“Which part? That I’m ticklish or that I like it?” Emma propped herself up by her elbows and huffed. Regina shook her head and pushed Emma back down for the second time that night.

“Both. Now, I’m not done with you, my dear. As a matter of fact, we’re just getting started,” Regina said, bending down to kiss Emma. They both moaned into each other’s mouth at the contact. Emma reached up to lace her fingers through Regina’s hair, but she put a stop to that quickly by grabbing Emma’s wrist and pinning it to the bed beside her head. “I do believe I said that if you moved again, I’d be restraining you. Did you think I was bluffing?”

Emma rubbed her legs together and sighed. “No, of course not.”

Regina placed her fingertips at the base of Emma’s sternum and slowly dragged them down to her hips, relishing in the pleasurable moans seeping from her lover’s mouth. “Good. You wait here while I get the cuffs.”

Emma watched as Regina swiftly got off the bed and strutted into the closet, watching her hips sway with every step. Then, she formed a genuine smile.

To think that Emma was genuinely scared to tell Regina about a kink that has ignited a newfound fire in their bedroom is almost laughable now. She should have known that Regina would be open to anything that turned her on just as she would be for Regina. It’s how healthy couples worked.

Emma chuckled to herself as Regina came back with the restraints she promised. Little did she know, Emma disobeyed her on purpose just to get a taste of that punishment.

[kitkatopinions]

Sometimes I think of how people will see the most shallow bit of feminism and girl power in media and then treat it like the height of progressiveness and act like that piece of media is now incapable of being misogynistic.

Like I don't actually have a problem with some of the obvious girl power stuff - things like girls standing up to people who say they can't fight, or girls being confronted by guys who are like rating the attractiveness of them and their friends, or 'you should smile more' stuff, or things like that. Every time I see someone post about how 'we should be past that' and how 'everyone gets it' I also see both women expressing how it helped them and also terrible men talking about how they think it's overdramatic and lying and anti-men, so like... Yeah, we do still need some of this kind of obvious girl power, no we haven't actually progressed past men out and out saying they think women belong in the kitchen or should serve men or something, it actually is totally realistic and empowering to many real life women to see a female character openly stand up for herself and show up men and stuff.

But also that sort of on the nose shallow level stuff is often used in a very performative way, and there's often deeper levels of misogyny at play that writers usually don't seem to bother to deconstruct. And the willingness to only pay attention to shallow level stuff and call that good enough is in my opinion actually detrimental, especially when that's then used to try to shut up the women that are rightfully trying to criticize deeper misogyny.

A female character standing up to a male character that says girls can't fight might be and often is still not given a narrative outside of a love interest.

A female character being the main protagonist might still be shuffled to the side to give more attention to a male character, or not be allowed to be really flawed and therefore less of a real relatable character.

A confident and feisty female character might still be objectified and made specifically for male audiences to sexualize, designed to be sexy for men or just written in a way that's meant to be palatable for them (such as stripping femininity from a female character who is involved in action.)

A female character in a position of power might still be treated like a jealous power hungry bitch or a sad cat lady who secretly longs for a husband and babies, or be 'in a position of power' in name only and not actually be that big of a threat, or do nothing, or be propped up as the important bad guy only for the media to reveal that really, she's nothing compared to this new eleventh hour male threat.

A female character who stands up to one male character might still be written to wind up in a relationship with a male character that treats her like crap and acts entitled to her and yet it's still framed as romantic, or will be pressured into a romantic relationship with no one acknowledging it as weird or bad, or just is written to never really challenge her male friends.

A female character might be allowed to be non-feminine and dismiss beauty standards but she might then be portrayed as having no female friends and being not like other girls and meanwhile women who are more traditionally feminine are put down and men who aren't traditionally masculine are mocked and treated like they're weak and lesser. A female character might be allowed to be non-feminine and dismiss beauty standards, but she might be confined to not going over a certain line, like a female character who is portrayed as strong but not allowed to become muscled, or a female character who doesn't like make up and fashion but is still designed in an 'appealing' way and might have a 'oh no she has to dress all girly and hot against her will and the men will exclaim over her' moment.

Female characters might be given any of the above only for it to feel like the writers punish them for it. Brutally murdering them, having them tortured, having their friends turn against them, or even just the writing around them feeling snarky and pointed. Like a writer making a female character say something right and having a different character be like 'uh-huh, you're probably right like always.' Or a writer making a female character show up the boys in her combat training class only to then have her get brutally beaten on the field like her confidence must be destroyed or proven wrong or something.

Female characters might have everything technically right on paper, and yet be written in thin, spiritless ways that give them no real growth, dismiss their personal narratives, or are just dry like you can tell the writers don't actually want to be writing for the character and don't really care that much about them. Sometimes the misogyny is in the fact that other characters are allowed to have growth arcs and learn and change and go after their goals and make mistakes and forge important connections that are actually relevant, while the female characters that are meant to be important/badass/feminist icons are just a lot thinner and aren't given that same attention and just feel like they're around because the writers feel like they have to be.

I need people to understand that misogyny in media is rampant and that writers rarely seem to be interested in deconstructing their biases, and I need people to understand that the only types of misogyny in media aren't 'women characters only exist to be nameless sexy club girls' and 'women characters only exist to be teary damsel princesses in need of saving.' There's much deeper forms of misogyny in media.

And it's really very frustrating to try to talk about misogyny in various pieces of media and have people hold up shallow level performative stuff and be like 'But if they were misogynistic, they wouldn't have done this, checkmate.' Like, no, that's just the profitable bare minimum people think will get women off their backs. Even when it's meant sincerely (and again, I'm not saying it's always inherently bad) it's most often accompanied by some form of deeper level misogyny.

(Also radfems and terfs leave me alone, DNI, you guys are also really fucking terrible at writing women characters and I swear you've all got misogyny that leaks into that shit too.)

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

what happened between us?

A/N: request from the amazing @fleurfairie: bub, i’m taking your word for it, so here’s a request: steve harrington and his best friend, who have known each other for just like a year or two but are overwhelmingly close, are secretly in love with each other. not really a secret to everyone else, though. until one day steve decides he’s going to take a chance! because he just loves her so much and she’s worth it and he’d never forgive himself if he just lets her go— steve starts flirting with her, spoiling her rotten, being more clingy and affectionate than they already were, he treats her like a princess already but now he’s really laying it on thick. he worships her. he’s trying to show her, to prove to her, that he can treat her like she deserves and love her like she deserves. however, his girl is shy! she’s shy and inexperienced and self-conscious, the fact she’s never had any romantic validation before makes it so her mind can’t accept or realize that someone might be interested in her :( so when she finds herself having to hold back from touching and kissing and loving her best friend? she panics and tries to distance herself because her mind has convinced her that he wouldn’t want that, that it wouldn’t be reciprocated :( but oh no no, her stevie just won’t let that happen! so after a little bit of her trying to avoid him and ignore him, he seeks her out and they have one of those conversations where he’s asking her if she wants him out of her life but she doesn’t so she can’t say it and so steve slowly starts walking towards her and kind of cornering her against a counter of something and asking what happened and she accidentally lets it slip something like “you’ve been treating me so sweetly and people keep thinking we’re together and i can’t stop thinking about kissing you but i know you don’t want that so i thought—“ and steve cuts her off and he starts listing the things he’s been doing for her and to win her over and then tells her that yes, he’s been trying to show her that he wants her, forever if she lets him, and he’s just standing closer and closer and she shakes her head like “no that can’t be you don’t mean that” but then he tells her he’s sure of it, that he wants to fucking marry her already and she kisses him. finally. her first kiss with the only person she’d ever consider kissing :( and then as soon as they pull away she blurts out that she loves him and he starts being silly and goofy like “i wanted to say it first!” and whatever cute fluffy thing you can think of. 😌😌😌 too much? but yeah, i’ve been thinking about this for a long time, so… but pls ignore it if you don’t want to write it, no hard feelings &lt;3

Warnings: Steve Harrington x reader, love confession, kissing, idk oblivious idiots I guess?

Word count: 738

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“Steve! What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” he announced in a tone that almost made it sound like a threat. Quickly slipping under your arm, he entered the house before you have a chance to stop him. 

“No, really, come right in,” you mumbled sarcastically, closing the door behind him. 

“Please just be honest with me here,” he pleaded as you walked back into the kitchen to down the rest of your abandoned water, “do you still wanna be friends? Because if you don’t, that’s fine, I can be out of your hair in no time.”

Tipping the glass, you stopped the flow so that you didn’t accidentally waterboard yourself. You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t say anything, just stand there and slowly wipe away the droplet that was trickling down from the corner of your lips.

Melting back against the sink, opposite where you were standing, Steve let out a heavy sigh and stared at you so intensely that you almost feared that he could see right through you, “what happened between us?”

Setting the empty glass down, you averted your gaze and answered timidly, “you’ve just been doing all these really nice things” you saw his feet begin to slowly float towards you, “and I think they might have confused some other people into thinking that we’re like together or whatever” tilting your head back, you stared up at the ceiling and nervously let slip, “and maybe it confused me a bit as well because I really can’t stop thinking about you, about kissing you, even though I know that you don’t wanna do that with me, you don’t feel that way-“

Interrupting your tense rambling, he deliberately began listing off, “driving you home from school even though you live on the other side of town? Speaking up every day and actually telling you how amazing I think you look instead of just thinking it? That time we all went to the movies, and I held your hand? The countless notes I left in your locker on the day of your history presentation because I knew just how nervous you were?” feeling his hands grab onto the counter behind you, caging you in, you finally met his intense gaze, “what did you think all that stuff was if not me trying to tell you-, to show you that I want you?”

“No…” you slowly shook your head, “that-, no, you don’t mean that.”

Catching your cheek in his palm, he professed, “Y/n, I would marry you right here and now if I could, because that’s how much I mean it.” All of the air escaped your body, and you honestly thought you might pass out, if not from his overwhelming words, then just the way his chocolate eyes seemed to glimmer and shine under the soft kitchen light. “I want forever with you. I already know that. I don’t need anything else to be sure of that-”

Shutting off your brain, you simply leaned in the last remaining inches and kissed him, like it was the only thing that could have the power to bring you back down to earth. Clearly taking him by surprise, it took him a few seconds to register, but then he breathed out a warm sigh and you felt his other hand find purchase on your waist.

As soon as your lips stopped touching his, you blurted out, unable to stop yourself, “I love you.”

“Seriously?” a laugh bubbled out of him, and he brushed his thumb over your cheek, “I wanted to say that first! Do you know how long I’ve had to come up with the perfect way to tell you? Very, very long. And then you just cut me off.”

Giggling profusely, “sorry, I promise I won’t just kiss you unannounced ever again.”

“No, no, no,” he beamed, “you should always kiss me, with warning, without, please just kiss me.”

Pressing your lips against his once more certainly was an effective way of dying down the bustling laughter.

Resting his forehead against yours, he blurted out, “I love you.” Reeling back, his eyes went wide, “ah, shit… that was not how I planned it, you just kinda made my mind melt and it just flowed right out.” Ignoring your glowing smile, he tried, “tell you what, just pretend that I didn’t say anything so that I can do it the way I had planned, okay?”

© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

Caroline became a bit more tolerable after she became a vampire but emphasise on bit. She’s the type of girl I specifically choose to avoid in real life when it comes to friendships. She’s wildly insecure and jealous of her best friends, she is only loyal to men and her romantic interests and is incredibly insensitive, resentful, selfish and tone death to others but demands a high level of respect from everyone around her (she’s basically the Alicent of TVD) . She puts herself on a pedestal. It’s almost as if she’s in constant competition with Elena which we know that she is as she has made multiple snide bitchy comments about her. Someone who is your best friend shouldn’t be speaking about you like that. She’s just very intolerable and unlikeable for me as she’s just a walking pick me and she gives me PTSD to a few mean girl friendships I’ve encountered in my life. When they pretend that they’re your friend but envy you secretly and think you don’t deserve your academic sucess, your well-paid & exciting job, your hot boyfriend, etc . I never understood why all the men loved her but then again men do love doormats and Caroline will slut-shame other women and throw anyone under the bus for a man so she’s the perfect choice!

People keep going on about how Caroline had this amazing character development when she really didn't change that much. I think she just stopped saying absolutely everything out loud, but she reverted back to that in season 4 onwards. She is the kind of person I couldn't come close to without getting mad at her comments and energy.

She also not a very good friend to Elena and Bonnie. Like yeah, she cares about them and loves them, but she doesn't really care about their feelings or opinions if they aren't the same as hers. And I would understand if she simply wasn't good with feelings and misread signals (happens to me) but it's not that, Caroline is simply very selfish in that regard. She also doesn't respect their boundaries even though they tell her things plainly.

She was not a very loyal girlfriend to Tyler either. Klaus killed his mother and kick him out of town (gotta love his crimes) and in a couple of weeks later Caroline was being all friendly with him going to his house to ask him for favours. There isn't a lot of loyalty there.

I agree, Caroline is like the Alicent of TVD.

[missbunnybunny]

-Reunión familiar(family reunion)-

Widow introducing her family to her 141 family. Fluff, same trauma talk( just a lil), widow being well.....WIDOW. Alex and Michael being very protective of their little and big sis. König secretly asks Michael and Alex for widows' hands. This is pure crack that my mind come up with. Sorry for any misspellings and errors I made. Enjoy~

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Today was a well-deserved rest for 141 task force, widows' wounds had healed up nicely, and 141 + köng could spend time with her. But most of all, captain price had managed to get the higher-ups to let you brothers visit you.

To say you were happy was an understatement. You were jumping up and down. This would be the first time in year's you get to see them!

Ghost and the rest of the squad just shook their heads. König was given the instructions to stand behind widow and hold her in place by the shoulders.

That way, she couldn't tackle them to death. You know how a puppy acts when they get excited. Yeah, that's widow right now. Then, there was the sound of a car pulling up to the base.

“ Widow! Let go off königs arm! König stand up for yourself.” Captain Price yelled. Widow was giggling and swinging from the poor giant's arm. “ maus, I know you're excited, but please calm down.” könig spoke up. He was happy for her, really, but he still wanted his arm in one piece. After the widow did end up calming down, she said “ Sorry, I am just off the walls today more than usual.”

After a little bit, two tall men speaking Spanish walked in. Captain price greeted them “ Welcome, am captain John price.” he introduced himself while shaking their hands.

The taller one spoke up “ it’s a pleasure, sir, am Michael, and this is Alex.” he said with a small smile. “ Hello, sir.” Alex spoke. After some more small talk, Michael started to look around.

“ Now, where is that enana(short/small girl)hiding?” Micheal said. Price laughed and told König to “ set her free, big guy.” König did as he was told and let her go." Widow ran and tackled her older brother, almost taking him down.

“ Hermano, te extrañé mucho. Y no soy enana! Es que eres una mata! (Brother, I have missed you so much. And am not short! It’s that you're a tree)” widow said. Michael laughed while spinning her around. When he put her down, the widow was walking like a drunk. “ wey, estoy mariada. ( am dizzy 😵‍💫)” was all she could say.

Alex gave his big sister a big hug with a bright smile. “ Is it me, or you have gotten shorter, Hermana.” Alex teased, looking down at his older sister. “ I hate you” widow responds to which Alex says “ and I love you too.”

“come on i’ll introduce you to the team.” Widow smiled. Pointing towards soap, you say “ This is jabón, his the funny one.” Alex and Michael shake his hand “ hola soap, it’s nice to meet you”they say. It went on like that until you got to the last member König.

“ and this is König , el lindo gigante( the cute giant)” you said with a big smile. “ el diablo, este si e grande.( holy shit his big!)” Micheal said while looking up a König.

Alex’s mouth was wide open for a moment than the whisper to his sister “ ese tú novio, wepa felicidades ( that your boyfriend, damn congratulations.)” he said. König was shifting nervously, and Michael said “ don’t worry, we just complemented you. Nothing bad.”

Widow was red-faced and hitting both her brothers “ No es mi novio, yo no se si le gustó o no!! ( his not my boyfriend, I don’t even know if he likes me or not.”

Everyone knew that König liked widow, except for the Widow herself. She wasn’t the best at picking up the social cues of a person being romantically attracted to her. You just had to tell her and wait for the results.

“ ya hungry? I’ll make ya someth’ to eat.” Widow asked , turning around and heading to the kitchen. Michael and Alex stopped in their tracks, became pale, and yelled “ No!?!” At the same time.

The thought of their sister cooking horrified them. Widow stopped in her tracks and looked at her brothers confused, Michael said, a little shaken “ I love you pero coñraso no! ( but fucking no!)”

Alex cleared his throat “ ahm.. um, I don’t wanna offended you or anything, but your cooking is poison, woman! Your cooking almost killed us when we were young.”

“that was one time!” Widow pointed in embarrassment. Michael got to widows eye level and with a straight face said “ we have a tolerance for poison , after eating your cooking for so long. Te quiero pero me mato. ( i love you, but I’ll end myself.) You are not cooking.”

Everyone was looking away from the bickering siblings, Gaz and soap were on their knees holding their stomachs. Widow turned around, and face planted into König, giving him a hug. König hugged you back and patted your head. you looked up at him “ Their mean to me, Rey (king).” to told him pouting.

König laughed and said “ there , there little Maus” Alex and Michael started cooing “ uuuu, que lindos los enamorados( uuu, how cute are the lovers)” Alex said. “ cuando es la boda ( when is the wedding)” widow turned around, still holding on to könig “ váyanse a la chingada ( go to hell).” Widow pouted.

Soap after cry laughing himself calm said “ come on, I’ll teach ya to cook.” Widow and könig walked behind soap as he led the way to the kitchen.

König and soap cooked a every good meal. widow helped by cutting the vegetables and the meat of the dishs. After everyone had finished eating ,they cleaned the dishes and sat at the table.

König asked to speak speak to Michael and Alex in private, and they agreed while Widow was playing uno with everyone . While they walked away they could here widow yell “ + 4 descarriado ( fucker)” looking right at soap.

Alex asked “ So what cha wanna talk about könig.” “ I- um.. can I ask for widows' hand? can i date her and maybe marry her?” He asked nervously and shyly. The brothers looked at each other and broke into smiles.

“Oh please, get that menace to society under control” one laughed. “ About time, never seen her so happy” the other said. “ Like, look at her!” Michael said. Widow looked up from her card and smiled like a silly fool.

“ So is that a yes?” He spoke softly. “Yess!!” They said. Michael spoke up in a more serious tone “ Make her happy, but if you hurt her like our shit of a pops or that ass of an ex-fiance. We won’t hesitate to hunt ya down.”

König shoke their hands and said “ don’t worry, I’ll take care of her like a queen.” Michael nodded “ Good , now let’s get back.” Alex said “ yesss! I wanna beat her ass in uno. No mercy!”

Widow called to her siblings and könig “ Come join us, am gonna make ya cry like pendejos ( cowards)” könig said he would be the referee and so the war began.

Somehow, everyone somehow ended up skipping or + 4ring soap, “ and uno, uno out.” Widow yelled victoriously. Michael groaned and called me a cheater, Alex laughed cuz soap was caught trying to cheat by König.

They played more rounds until ghost ended up winning, cuz they kinda forgot he was even playing. He was quietly biting his time. Soap called him a " sneaky fucker."

Those few days with your whole family together made you extremely happy. The day your brothers had to return to their bases, you cried like a baby. Trying to hide it by hiding behind könig. König trying to coax you out. Widow looked like a sad cat crying to her owner, wouldn't leave. “ Come on, maus, you have to tell them goodbye.”

“ don’t wanna” she pouted. Michael said laughing “ Si no me dices adios, te halo por la oreja, niña. ( If you don’t tell me goodbye, I’ll pull you by the ear, girl.)”

“ fine” Widow said while walking over to them. She gave them a big hug. “ No, me olviden si?( don’t forget me,yea?)” She said softly. Michael flicked her on her forehead “ Even if we wanted, we could never. We love ya too much to do that.”

Alex hugged his big sister and said “ Next time let’s get some matching tattoos, yea.” Widow smiled and nodded her head excitedly. “ yes” she said while jumping a little.

Michael whispered in her ear “ cuando te vas a casar( when are ya gonna marry)” Widow shook her head, laughing and said “ When you get married, buenos feos( ugly) or i become an aunt”.

“ Get ya asses going, or y’all be late for ya flight.” Widow said. They finally got in the car and left, widow was feeling less sad. Cuz even tho her brothers left, she still had her friend, her company, her FAMILY. She hugged ghost, gaz,soap, price, and könig, gaz asks her “ Now, what’s gotten into ya.”

To which widow responded “ am just happy to have the family I had always wanted. I got y’all and my brothers, I couldn’t ask for anything else” she turned to them with a smile. The smile they always loved to see on her face because that was the real widow.

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I can safely say widow is very happy at the moment. anyone wanna give bunny-san some writing ideas, her head empty.

Also, my posting schedule is very questionable cuz ✨️ C O L L E G E ✨️is kicking my ass 😃. Night yall, it's 1 am 😭.

[necroangelz]

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a name/prn/title/label i hoard

^ literally me...

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5 min edit of a random character

i chose to edit k-angel! this looks so good actually i should make it into a proper edit...

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infodump about an oc

ykw let's be a bit silly, I'm gonna ramble about 2 new ocs that I just came up with :3

so uu see these ocs are VERY recent so i dont have too much info about them yet (thank the stars, i dont wanna stay up all night rambling LOL)

their designs + names are based on 2 vtubers from hololive regloss! it just felt right in my head ehe...

the first character is based on ririka ichijou, and i kinda find it funny bc the vibes of the vtuber and the vibes of my oc are quite different...? anyway, ririka lives a quiet and boring life although she is quite happy with it. she hopes nothing ever changes except for one thing. she wants to fall in love and date someone so she will feel less alone.

ririka herself is also rather quiet and peaceful but she can easily become louder when she's angry. on the outside she looks small (well she is small) but she has lots of hidden strength. she enjoys martial arts and she has a love fur fitness. sometimes when she's climbing up the stairs to her cozy little apartment and her body hurts while she walks, she wonders if her struggles would be easier if she was dating someone. she secretly fawns over romantic media.

ririka would have a different outfit compared to the vtuber ririka, with a warmer color palette focused on autumn-ish colors. somehow i keep imagining this story with autumn themes....

and here's the second oc based on ao hiodoshi (btw they use any pronouns). ao is a celebrity influencer person. they're very good at dressing up and playing different characters. their main profession is being an online entertainer or blogger and they make all kinds of videos and they also stream. i plan for ririka to be a casual fan of ao before they meet. oh yeah and ao would live in the same city as ririka for a short time so they could spend time together irl... ehe

ao likes to play it cool and he's used to hiding his true self from others. his true self is soft and sensitive. his favorite sport is swimming. his interest in swimming stems from trauma in his early childhood, when his mother died from drowning

ao is genderfluid and by default she presents as androgynous

the mitski lyrics, "i want a love that falls as fast as a body from the balcony," and, "give me one good movie kiss and i'll be alright," make me think of ao. i guess thats how ao views love. she wants something sweet and idealized like from the movies bcz secretly she wants to return to the innocence she used to have

i want ririka and ao to be opposites in some was. like how in fight vs flight ririka is "fight" and ao is "flight." in some way that subverts their appearances bcz ririka appears as the soft and weak girl and ao appears as the cool masculine protector partner.

im not sure yet what their story will be. i want it to be focused on wholesome romance (which is VERY FAR from the stories ive done before, lol) but i got the idea fur their overall story when i was listening to taylor swift. ^_^

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

Big ol' content warning for sexual assault and something very, distressingly close to pedophilia. If I can on mobile, I'm gonna pop this one under a readmore.

Oh, quick addendum before we start: I'm getting very tired of the running motif of 'Larry was x but Eric was even better.' The Williamsons liked Larry but they like Eric better. Larry was a good teacher but Eric is a better one. Please, Maud, I'm begging you, stop. Let Eric stand on his own, rather than tearing his friend down to make him seem taller.

Anyway, Eric knows he loves Kilmeny now and immediately starts treating her like a child. “I am sorry you were disappointed, Kilmeny. I couldn’t come last night. Some day I shall tell you why. I stayed home to learn a new lesson. I am sorry you missed me—no, I am glad. Can you understand how a person may be glad and sorry for the same thing?”

This is a schoolmaster teaching a lesson, not a man talking to an equal. I haven't previously been seriously creeped out by how Eric talks to Kilmeny, but this is quite gross. I fear the condescension is going to skyrocket.

“Yes, very thoroughly. It was a delightful lesson when I once understood it. I must try to teach it to you some day. Come over to the old bench, Kilmeny. There is something I want to say to you. But first, will you give me a rose?”

Again, this is not reading like a man talking to the girl he has a crush on. This is, like, a parent talking to their child about mortality or something.

So Eric asks Kilmeny to introduce him to her aunt and uncle and she panics. She says they will forbid the two of them from seeing each other anymore and that they would ban her from ever going to the orchard again.

And Eric, still in schoolmaster mode, does not offer understanding, he goes, 'I know better than you and this is what we are doing.' Remember back when they first met, and he had this habit of asking her questions that were actually just orders? Yeah, that's back with a vengeance. He asked if she would introduce him, but she is not allowed to say no.

"He pitied her for the pain and bewilderment in her eyes; but he took her slender hands in his and said firmly,

“Yes, Kilmeny, I do mean it. It is not quite right for us to be meeting each other here as we have been doing, without the knowledge and consent of your friends. You cannot now understand this, but—believe me—it is so.”

Like, he's not wrong that them meeting secretly like this is not great, but he is not once considering her feelings here. He is patronizing and superior and absolutely should not be pursuing her romantically if this is how he's going to treat her emotions.

He keeps telling her that she'll understand things later. Just pat her on the head and tell her she'll understand when she's older, why don't you.

Again, the narrative has called Kilmeny a child quite a bit up to this point, but this is the first moment where it really feels like Eric is genuinely treating her like one. This is really bad given that the thing that has changed is that he now wants to marry her.

"Two great tears brimmed over in her big blue eyes and splashed down on her slate. Her lips quivered like a hurt child’s. Eric put his arm impulsively about her and drew her head down upon his shoulder. As she cried there, softly, miserably, he pressed his lips to the silky black hair with its coronal of rosebuds. He did not see two burning eyes which were looking at him over the old fence behind him with hatred and mad passion blazing in their depths. Neil Gordon was crouched there, with clenched hands and heaving breast, watching them." Oh for fuck's sake, Maud.

"She allowed herself to smile, but it was a rather forlorn little effort. She did not cry any more, but her spirits did not come back to her. Eric talked gaily, but she only listened in a pensive, absent way, as if she scarcely heard him. When he asked her to play she shook her head."

Care for her feelings? From this man? Not a chance!

“Very well, Kilmeny. Now, don’t worry, little girl. It will all come out all right.” No really though. Eric did not start treating Kilmeny like a child until he decided to marry her. This is so gross.

And then he kisses her. And she jumps away from him, scared, and runs away. And Eric thinks this: "The sweetness of that involuntary kiss clung to Eric’s lips as he went homeward, half-intoxicating him. He knew that it had opened the gates of womanhood to Kilmeny. Never again, he felt, would her eyes meet his with their old unclouded frankness. When next he looked into them he knew that he should see there the consciousness of his kiss. Behind her in the orchard that night Kilmeny had left her childhood."

In the interest of fairness, it is "involuntary" because he hadn't meant to initiate it, not because she didn't want it (although she doesn't seem to have). But the rest of it? The part where he kissed her and she didn't want him to and she will never again see him without thinking about it?

Lucy Maud, I don't think you intended to do this, but what you have written is practically assault.

[boiler-city]

Haiiiii can u write like, headcanons on confessing that u like them to Anton, Annie, and Brulo? Idk if that's much to ask for I'm new to asking for these things :<

Hey! I can do that! That's not too much at all!

Confessing to Anton, Annie, and Brulo.

Anton

* Talk about the most oblivious man on earth. You could have been flirting with him for months and he wouldn't have even guess it. He'd be confused at first. "You mean like, uh, romantically?"

* You two were at Brulo's when you let it slip that yes, you were interested in him romantically, he nearly fell off his stool, it was hilarious. If Brulo was in earshot he also might've had a heart attack. Everyone is equally as shocked that you find this man attractive.

* But you have your own little reasons. Anton's flattered, to say the least, but also defensive. He'll probably first try to laugh it off as a joke, but if you keep insisting you're serious he's just gonna keep brushing you off for the night.

"Uh... Thanks, I guess."

Give him a couple days for it to really settle and let him sober up a little before bringing it up again.

* He'll blush, you won't see it but he's blushing. I got a feeling this man has some insecurities about himself but hearing that you like him does make him feel a little bit better.

* He'll probably be a little nicer to you after that(not that he was super mean to you before but there's a difference.) and will ask you out for drinks. He'll really wanna get to know you more before you two become something official.

Annie

* Being friends with both Anton and Annie was an interesting time, considering how different they each are compared to one another. You'd have confided in Anton before about your little crush on Annie before. He was shocked, to say the least. "Of all the women in Boiler City- no, the world, and you just had to choose Annie?!"

* You have to remind Anton that you don't choose who you fall for, it just happens. He still says you're crazy. You were hoping for pointers on how to ask her but you got made fun of instead.

* You and Annie were out getting ballble tea(Brulo's bc out her lifetime supply. You still had to pay for yours...) and were walking back when you decided to finally confess to her.

* She pauses for a moment, brain processing, then spits her ballble tea out in laughter. You're stuck standing there, engulfed in embarrassment while waiting for her to calm down and finally speak again.

* "HAHA, ah... Yeah, I know."

* W H A T.

* You ask her what she means, she says she's known for a while now. "Also, everybody loves me, who wouldn't have a crush on this?" She gestures to herself. For a moment, you seemed to have forgotten how big her ego is. You just laugh and shake your head, what else can you do?

* She wouldn't probably immediately reciprocate, unless she secretly had a crush on you too. She'd poke fun at you and make jokes about it. However, one day you might find her just randomly grabbing your hand to hold... Or she'll bite you slighty softer.

Brulo

* Please don't let Anton OR Annie find out about this, you will be made fun of nonstop by them. "HAHA!!! You're crushin' on the old man?! That's hilarious!" Followed by endless jeers.

* You were a regular at Brulo's, slowly over your visits you found yourself falling for the older bartender. Always looking forward to seeing him, finding yourself enthralled by his little stories he would tell you, admiring him from a distance, and even occasionally bringing him a gift.

* You're smart, deciding to tell him before you start ordering drinks so he doesn't think you're just speaking out your ass while tipsy or drunk. He's taken aback, not really thinking anyone would catch feelings for a guy like him.

* Much like Anton, Brulo wouldn't believe you at first, he'd think you're just messing with him. "You sure you didn't drink before you came here?" You assure him that no, you didn't have anything before you came to the bar.

* After a little bit he starts to believe you, but will still be cautious for a little while. After a couple days or weeks though, it'll finally hit him that you're not joking and he'll get flustered. Then get frustrated that he's flustered because "he's a grown ass man".

* If he's interested in you back he'll ask you in private if you'd perhaps wanna go on a date with him sometime. He's very old schooled and really when it comes down to it, a gentleman. Just be prepared to date a very clammy, sweaty guy.

* Would be very sweet on the date, very nervous too. You'd have to be constantly reassuring him that everything's fine and that he doesn't have to worry. Would also offer you his arm when you two are walking or his jacket if you ever get cold.