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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Keigo Takami, Bakugo Katsuki, Izuku Midoriya, Dabi, Shoto Todoroki (bonus if you do kirishima and sero) reaction /hc being Kabedon by their GF 🤣

Pffft, I expected it to be the other way around but sure, I can write them being flustered for a change.

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Dabi, Keigo Takami x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, developing relationship, kabedon, confession, flirting, blushing

A/N: Here's some cuteness cause BNHA has been getting wilder and wilder lately.

Izuku, the poor boy is flustered as hell when you kabedon him. He's always been on the shier side and having you so close to him has him falling over his words and his cheeks bright pink. He's having trouble focusing on the things you're saying, only registering when you ask him out on a date.

"Oh, eh, did y-you need something? I'd be happy to help out whatever it is! Uhm... or did you just wanna... eh... oh? You wanna go out sometime. With me? Are you sure? Okay! Yeah! I'll text you then! See you in class."

Bakugo scoffs at you, leaning forward with his hands in his pockets and a scowl on his face. You trying to start something with him? Say the word he'll fight you. He was ready to throw another challenging remark at you when you kissed him in the nose. His whole face lit on fire and he was, for once, rendered speechless while you walked away in victory.

"What do ya want? Wanna fight me? Heh, like you could take me on. I could have one hand tied behind my back and still wipe the damn floor with you. So you better back off before I- wha- what was that? Did you just- you-! Wait! Where are you going?! Hey!"

Shoto knows what this is but he's confused as to why you're pinning him against the wall. To his knowledge he hasn't done anything that warrants it. You'll already dating so this isn't a confession either, you're just drawing attention to you both. Unless that's what you wanted? Wanted to make sure everyone else knows that you're dating.

"Have I done something? No? Then what's the point of this? If you wanted to let everyone know we're together simply holding my hand would do. Then again you were always a little dramatic. The offer to hold my hand still stands if you want to take it."

Kirishima is a little confused at first and goes from flustered to flirty once he figures it out. He's never been flirted with so aggressively before, it's a little new to him but he welcomes the challenge. As long as he can flirt back with you maybe... have a few kisses behind closed doors he's fine with being kabedon'd.

"You're being a little aggressive today. Is something wrong? Oh! Oh hold on, this is... oh! Heh, I see, I see. You're getting pretty bold. Can I pay you back? Maybe get a few kisses in too? Yes!! Woohoo!!

Dabi smirks down at you, thinking it cute how you seem to think that you can kabedon him and not face any consequences. Sure he'll let you have your fun for a little while but the tables will turn on you quickly when he flips the positions and kisses you deep and hard, making you the flustered one instead of him.

"You're so cute sweetheart, thinking you can push me against the wall like this. Adorable. You can have your kiss if you want it. But I will also... have what's mine. Heh! No so cocky now that you're the one pressed against the wall. Time for my reward."

Keigo doesn't really like to be pressed against walls because of his wings, they begin fluttering and flapping around him. Even more when you press yourself close and hugging him against you. He sighs contently and hugs you back but pushes against you to press you against the other wall, kissing your cheeks.

"We're doing this now? Ugh, you know how my wings get. And all you wanted was a little hug. How needy, what a needy girl you are. My pretty, needy girlfriend. Let me hug you back! There we go, making things even."

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bestedoesmeow · 9 months

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what about us?

daniel ricciardo & ex!gf reader

request :Heyyyy, could you maybe do a Daniel Ricciardo x Ex-GF!reader where they run into each other at a vacation(they’re both alone), and as they spend time together, they realise they’re not over each other. It could be a mix of one shot and smau

song to listen while reading: pink - what about us

You see him standing there, his gorgeous smile on his lips, holding his beer. His body moves lazily with the rhythm, his lips syncing with the lyrics, "Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive." He talks to the person next to him, effortlessly beautiful, just as you remember him. Suddenly, his eyes catch yours after years. It's the first time in years; you had avoided watching him race, laugh, or be interviewed to avoid eye contact, even from the screen. To forget him: his smile, his touch, his laughter.

Your blood rushes through your veins, your hands slightly shake with the contact, your cosmopolitan leaves stains on your white dress as he makes his way towards you. His steps drawing closer, your heart beats louder, heavier, faster.

"Enchanté," he says, as if trying to remind you that after years, you're in Paris again. Together, but not like before.

"Enchanté," you manage to say, hiding your shaky hands by placing your drink on the nearest table. His eyes are even brighter, more beautiful than you remember.

"It's been years. What are you doing here?" he asks, a big smile on his lips.

"Here for a holiday with a few friends. What about you?"

"We're on summer break; came here with some of the guys from the grid," he points to three guys dancing and drinking next to the cocktail table.

"You look fantastic," he adds, probably unaware of its effect on you.

"Thank you. Yeah, you too," you stutter, trying to smile and avoid flashbacks of your last night together upon hearing his voice.

8 YEARS AGO

"I know, I understand you have to move there, and I fully support you, but what about us?" you say, tears filling your eyes. His hands cup your cheeks, and he gets closer on the couch. Tears well up in his eyes as he watches you cry, perhaps for the last hour.

"We're going to be okay. We can try long distance, FaceTime every night. You can visit me, and during breaks, I'll come here, huh?"

"Promise you won't let me go? Won't get tired of me, the FaceTimes, the long hours of traveling."

He presses his nose to yours, breathing slowly to hold back tears. "I'd never, ever get tired of you, Y/N. If there's something more important to me than my career in F1, it's you. Nothing in this world can take me away from you," he says, leaving a peck on your lips.

"I promise too. I'll try my best to make this work, what we have."

He left home three days after your conversation, and you decided to break up in the second month of the long distance. He was aggressive, stressed, busy. You decided to give him the break he seemed to want. He didn't say anything, but he cried for hours in the motorhome, had the worst qualifying sessions. Meanwhile, you left your house, moved back in with your family, and changed schools.

It wasn't truly over, of course. No one came into your life during those years, not even in Daniel's case. All you could think of was him: the late-night talks, the way he touched you, the way you loved each other.

He was a beautiful trauma.

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"How's everything going? Are you done with school?" he asks, while you're lost in memories.

"Oh yes, I'm teaching at an elementary school in Boston now," you say, catching him looking you up and down.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N. I always knew you'd be a great teacher. Look at you."

"I'm proud of you too. You look great in the Red Bull suit," you say, mostly confessing. "I knew all of this would bear fruit."

"You've always been so supportive. I can never thank you enough," he says.

"So supportive that I couldn't bear anyone with any less supportiveness. I am- was addicted to you," he panics, swiftly changing the word.

"Is there anyone? Has there been anyone?" you ask, the words coming out unexpectedly.

"No, it was never after you, and I don't think it ever will be after you."

"I missed you, Daniel. I missed you for days, weeks, months, and years. I learned how to cope with it, but I never learned enough to forget you. You'll always be my favorite person," you say, tears welling up in your eyes. Your hands cup his cheek, and your body shivers with the touch, contact after years. His eyes well up, and his lips curl into a painful smile.

"Thank you, baby. Thank you for everything you sacrificed for me. I love you, I love you forever," he says, kissing the palm of your hand.

"Thank you for showing me what love is, Danny. I'm so thankful. Maybe we're meant to be in another universe?" you say, bursting into tears with your last words. His arms pull you into a tight hug, his lips moving on your hair, leaving peck kisses.

"I don't think I'll be leaving you now that I've found you."

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 8 months

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The Garden

Chapter One

❥Prince!Park Seonghwa x fem reader

☆ feat. ateez, tomorrow x together, and others

➯a/n: i've had this idea in the drafts for a very long time and it's gone through a million iterations of characters and love interests and something about hwa in the skirt and sword clicked in my brain. i'm still recovering but this idea hit me hard and fast so i decided i'd put something out. i promise i'll stop starting new stories 😭 (shoutout to my gf again for helping this come to life)

✃"I will give you the happy ending you've always wanted."

✫彡wordcount: 2.7k

(✯◡✯)genre: historical fantasy au, drama

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: mentions of violence, anxiety, and loved ones passing, briefly proof read

⁂taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

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I hope this letter has found you well.

The wheels crunch the gravel road. Horses hooves clap against the ground loudly. The waves crash just feet way. The sounds echo through the carriage.

I know it's short notice.

The sun is casting down from a clear sky. The grass is healthy, green and lush. The ocean is vast and blue, foam from the waves clings to the pure white sand.

Taedemere is in jeopardy. We are at war. Lord Hwang declared it silently.

It was a bumpy ride. A long one. But you don't seem to mind. You keep your sisters entertained and keep your brothers minds off of the impending war. Doing so, you can almost manage to distract yourself from your own future.

He's already posted spies. Spies in the castle. Gods knows how long they've been here.

"The dragon fell from the tower. It's shrieks echoed through the kingdom!" You read with enthusiasm, looking at the twins who look back with wide eyes.

It's not safe for them here. We had to sneak them away through the tunnels.

"Did the prince kill it?!" Seunghee asks, holding tight to your skirt. "He must have," Soojun is entranced by the story, "right?"

There was an attempt on my life. An attempt on the girls in the garden. Another on Kai and (Y/n). They are everywhere.

You launch forward and scream, spooking the girls back into Kais leg. He's holding back a laugh as he pats their heads. "The dragon soars up from the fog, the princes sword still lodged into its scaly side!"

They are threatening us with no words at all. Lord Hwang is coming for the Taedemere crown.

"Must you scare them with such stories?" Yeonjun sighs as he tugs the young girls back up to the seat, sandwiching himself between them and his brother.

You must forgive our absence. I have to keep the crown secure until we have a more solidified plan.

You simply ignore him, "the creature perches itself on the ledge, it's jaws reach for the prince. He backs into the wall and draws his dagger. 'Foul demon! I send you back to hell!' he yells as he dives at it. They tumb-"

It's time.

The carriage halts. You snap the book shut and lean back to get a look out of the foggy window. Yeonjun slides into the seat next to you and does the same. Kai strains his neck to look out of the window behind him.

Take care of our children. Our future.

The gates are iron, shining like they were scrubbed everyday. The castle beyond them seems to be endless.

-King Choi Seungcheol

As the gates open, you can feel your heart beat in your ears. Seunghee climbs on your lap and peeks out of the window, her eyes widen with every second she inspects the castle.

Yeonjun seems to notice your dismay as the carriage grows ever closer.

He can feel it to. The feeling that your future is being written in stone with every inch you grow closer.

"When I last saw him," he hesitates as he gets your attention. "Prince Seonghwa seemed to be the same. He hasn't changed, he's still your old friend."

You manage a nod with a small smile, and although he can tell it's forced; it helps comfort him. It doesn't comfort Kai, however. He never liked the idea of you marrying someone so far away. He still doesn't. You're attached at the hip.

Everyone knows Choi (Y/n) doesn't want to marry for security or position. You made it very clear. It's a miracle that you've been able to avoid it this long. You figured if you put up enough of a fuss, your oldest brother would simply give up. But you are equally stubborn. And now he's King.

A loud horn startles you, and you instinctively pull Seunghee closer. Your breathing hitches until you realize it's just the castle welcoming your entourage.

As you come to a complete stop, all of your demeanors change. Yeonjun wipes his caring expression away and straightens his back. Kai lets go of Soojuns hand and fixes his blouse. The twins try their best to hide their awe at the beautiful and vast architecture.

And all you can do is hide your growing anxieties with a polite smile.

The door squeaks as it opens. Yeonjun is the first one to exit. Soojun eagerly follows, and Seunghee is right behind her. The remaining siblings can hear the fuss from the bystanders outside.

The middle siblings sit silence for a moment before he speaks up. "You don't have to be afraid."

You look up and let the faux smile fade the second you see his sincerity.

"Don't I?"

"No."He shakes his head. He's sure. His sister has nothing to be afraid of. Because- "if that Prince hurts you; I'll be the one to personally whip some senses into him."

You can't help the small chuckle that leaves your lips, and motion for him to leave the carriage first. He does, leaving you alone for a single moment before someone peeks in.

"Your highness?" You smile at the man in uniform, standing slowly.

"So impatient," you roll your eyes playfully and take his hand as he helps you step down. "Thank you, Yeosang."

He bows slightly before leading you to your place in between your brothers and sisters. Your eyes are still adjusting to the bright light, but you can see the large doors open in front of you.

Yeonjun kneels, Kai follows his lead, you follow his, Seunghee following you; and Soojun stands upright just staring at the royal family until you notice and pull her down by the back of her neck without even lifting you head. You can all hear a small snort of laughter, and Yeonjun worries your family managed to already offend them until the King speaks.

"Please, rise."

The Choi family does so and Yeosang, the knight, steps forward. He bows deeply before turning to the siblings. "The Prince Choi Yeonjun. The Princess Choi (Y/n). The Princess Choi Seunghee. The Princess Choi Soojun. Huening Kai."

A man steps up from behind the other family, introducing them like Yeosang had just done for your family. "His Royal Majesty Park Kyujun. The Prince Park Seonghwa. The Princess Park Bongcha. The Princess Hayoon."

Your family bows, greeting him in unison, "Your Majesty." Yeonjun continues. "Thank you for your hospitality, sire. We are forever grateful."

Your eyes are fully adjusted when you rise from your bow. The king is older than you remember, but it has been a long time. Princess Bongcha has grown so much that you briefly wonder if you've found yourself time-traveled. There's an unfamiliar little girl beside her. The prince, your fiancé, has changed just as much as you have. You contemplate if he even remembers you. But those wonders are cleared when he addresses you directly.

"Princess (Y/n)," he has a bright smile and dark hair, that much has stayed the same. "Your highness," you smile back and lower your head.

Whispers echo through the crowd that's held back by the guards: and it's becoming hard for you ignore them. You wrap your arm around Soojun when she cowers closer.

"Please, come," King Kyujun motions for you all to follow him, and you gladly do.

It's been a long journey, but it's only just begun.

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King Kyujun leads the Choi family down the great hall and they can't help but marvel in its greatness. To the twins, it's a new world to be explored, coming up with their own stories that go along with the stain glass windows. To the older siblings, it brings back memories of childhood, a time when they didn't have such worries that plague their minds these days.

Yeonjun can remember his first kiss behind a delicately painted pillar during the dead of night. Kai can remember learning a dance with his mother in this hall, the feeling of belonging. (Y/n) can remember running away from the tutor with Seonghwa beside her.

As you look over to him, you notice it. "You still have that goofy smile," you've dropped the titles and politics. You're just a girl reunited with her child hood friend and fiancé. "I though you may have outgrown it."

"I'm starting to think I may not," he laughs a bit.

"I'd hope not. It's one of your few redeeming qualities," you joke, hiding your smirk as you look up at the new chandelier you pass under.

He feigns a gasp, a hand on his chest. "I'll have you know that I have many good qualities."

You hum, turning to him, "such as? Sparring with a squirrel?" He slaps a hand over his mouth to swallow his laughter. Your laughter rings free in the empty hall.

"That squirrel was a menace! It startled me!" He argues in a low voice. "It had no right jumping next to me like that," he says with an exaggerated frown.

"Unnie!" Soojun hollers, catching your attention quickly as you see that your little sisters have fallen behind. You make your way to them quickly, scolding them that they shouldn't yell in the presence of the King. "Look, Unnie," she points as she ignores your scolding.

Your heart speeds before it stops abruptly, face to face with the intricate stained glass window. The sun shines through it, casting colorful lights on you all. It's a beautiful collage of colors. Every tiny piece is fit together perfectly to tell a story.

You flinch when a hand is placed on your shoulder. The King apologizes, retracting his hand. "You probably don't remember this..." You shake your head and look back to the art. "I remember, sire."

He sighs deeply, and you can feel his energy apologizing even if he says nothing.

"Come on, there's food waiting." The twins cheer quietly, following the King to the room where everyone else has vanished to.

Seonghwa joins your side and looks at the window, basking in the colored light as he looks over the picture for what must be the millionth time. In his lifetime, he hasn't been able to find a single flaw.

He looks down at you. Your skin is painted in a range of blue and yellow, pinks and greens. There's a patchy scratch on the majority of your cheek that's slipped his notice until now. Your eyebrows have screwed themselves up and your lip quivers.

"Don't cry," he was essentially begging, "please, don't cry, (Y/n)."

You sniff in response, rubbing a stray tear away from your cheek. It's silent between you as you have a staring contest with the glass. "Fuck," you mumble as tears start to fall more often. "Ah, (Y/n)," he coos, moving to block your view of the heartbreaking image.

"I... It's just, I haven't seen them since they passed, Cheol put away their portrait... It breaks his heart to see them, but it breaks mine not to. I almost forgot what they looked like."

He doesn't say anything, simply opening his arms and letting you fill them. After so long, it feels the same. You're still shorter, but you've both grown. He's still strong, but now you caught up. You still turn your head to the left and place it on his chest. He still wraps one arm around your back and places the other on your shoulders. After all these years, you remember how secure he feels when your arms link around his waist. Even with the time that's passed, he can recall the fact you love when he rubs his thumb over your shoulder.

So much has happened to each of you and yet you both still have memorized each other's hugs. You used to be each others safe place. And though you're older and have met again in such pressing circumstances, it remains the same.

"Your highness," the familiar voice is just loud enough to startle you. "Yes, Yeosang?" You questions calmly, and it's a stark contrast to Seonghwas glare at the man. "Your brother asks for you, ma'am." You nod to dismiss him, and turn back to Seonghwa when he's gone.

"How do I look?"

"Look like you've been crying."

You tut your tongue and gently slap his shoulder with the back of your hand. He smiles as you do. "It'll be okay," he assures you as he fixes a stray from your neat hair, "it's dark in the dining hall."

He takes your hand and pulls you away from the image of your passed parents lazing in the garden.

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His footsteps are heavy. He's forcing his breathing to be slow. His heartbeat is going wild as he gets closer to the Kings quarters.

He steps in front of the guards and they knock on the double doors. "Prince Yeonjun, your majesty!" The Kings response is muffled by the walls, but clear enough for the guards to be confident in opening the doors.

Yeonjun steps in and looks over his shoulder as the doors close behind him, anything to keep his eyes away from King Kyujun. The doors slam shut and he finds a tapestry to inspect.

"Please, sit." He follows his voice and finds himself sitting across from the King on the large balcony, a round table littered in papers separates them.

"Thank you, your Majesty," he eagerly takes the wine he offers, hoping it would soothe his dry throat. He can't remember being so thirsty before the King called for him.

"How do you find your quarters?"

Yeonjuns lips are still occupied with the glass when the man speaks up, and he takes his time before speaking shortly. "Very nice, sire. Thank you."

"And your siblings?"

"I'm sure they're adjusting well, sire. We thank you, again, for your hospitality while we discuss our plans."

When he finally has the courage to look at the man, it calms his nerves. His crown is gone. His blouse is astray. His nose and cheeks carry a rosy hue from the frigid weather. He looks much more human.

"This is, of course, why I've asked you here."

"Of course."

Kyujun leans back into the wooden chair and lets out a sigh. "Once (Y/n) and Seonghwa are married, we will put our combined efforts against Lord Hwang. He's a vicious man," he tuts his tongue, annoyed at the mere mention of the Lord of Kherhai. "I've heard of the attacks on your family. I'm sorry for you loss and... rest assured, we will not let anything happen to you at this court."

"Thank you, sire."

"Your sister," he hesitates just a bit, "I've looked into quite a few people to help her plan the wedding. They'll meet with her tomorrow. I know she doesn't agree with the circumstances, but that doesn't mean it must be unpleasant."

"I'm sure she will appreciate it, sire. She's been hesitant to do any planning on her own."

Kyujun nods in response. He already knows this. He's kept close tabs on his only sons fiancée.

"Sire, may I ask when the wedding is supposed to be taking place?"

"This week, if all goes well. Lord Hwang is no doubt sending men this way as we speak to get rid of the rest of the Choi family lineage." Kyujun doesn't seem to notice Yeonjuns pained expression, and if he does: he doesn't say anything about it.

He, instead, hands the young man a map of Kherhai: diving head first into strategy.

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#ateez #ateez au #ateez angst #ateez fluff #park seonghwa #seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #txt #tomorrow x together #seonghwa au

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once-upon-an-imagine · 1 year

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Yay then!!!

Hmmmm…

So, for hurt-comfort, I had another idea, but I realized it's too big and would prob work as a one-shot better, so this is the scenario idea:

James finding his gf (the reader) crying after someone was bullying her for being muggleborn, (if u wanna make it more extreme maybe they also cast a spell that ruined all her hw, or drenched her in water, or something like that) and by the end she's just kinda asleep in his arms and he promises (to himself) to protect her

Also, I swear, for some reason the bad liar update never showed up on my page, so I'll be reading that tmr

always yes to protective Jamie 🥺🥰 Warnings: reader gets bullied for being a muggle-born Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁

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Bullied

"Hey, sweetheart, I was starting to think you forgot about me" you heard your boyfriend's voice coming from the bathroom, as soon as you stepped into his dorm. He walked out and his smile instantly dropped when he saw you. "Princess, what happened?"

You were an absolute mess. You looked completely drenched, covered in mud, your knees and hands were wounded, and your bag looked like it had been burned.

"I w-was coming b-back from the library" you said, between sobs as James walked closer to you and took your bag off your shoulder. "A-and they- they started yelling at m-me" you cried as James walked you over to his bed and sat you down.

"Who?" he asked, feeling his blood boiling.

"S-some kids from Slytherin" you said, trying to calm your breathing. "I'm not sure what their n-names are. They just started yelling 'm-mudblood'" you cried on James' shoulder. "A-and then they threw water a-at me with their wands a-and mud" you said, looking up at him before you grabbed your bag. "A-and they ruined m-my bag. I had all of my assignments here" you said, opening it but nothing more than ashes came out. "I worked on m-my Charms essay for t-two weeks" you said, crying harder and James pulled you closer to him.

James took a deep breath to try and calm himself down so he wouldn't run out to find the shitheads who did this to you because he knew you needed him here.

"Come on, love" he said, getting up and bringing you with him.

"But my things-"

"I'll take care of that, princess. I'm gonna draw you a bath, and we're gonna use Padfoot's fancy salts and soaps, just don't tell him, okay?" he said, kissing your forehead.

You smiled a little as James prepared the warm bath for you and as soon as you got in, you instantly felt at least ten times better.

"Where are you going?" you pouted when he walked towards the exit.

"I'm gonna get you some clean clothes, love" he said, giving you a peck on the lips before he walked out of the bathroom.

After you were clean and changed into James' pajama pants and your favorite sweater of his, you walked out to the dorm and saw James trying to salvage what was left of your bag.

"It's ruined, isn't it?" you asked, feeling a few tears in your eyes again, sitting down next to him.

"It's okay, princess. We're going to Hogsmeade this weekend and I will buy you any bag you like, okay?" he said, kissing your temple.

"Love, you don't have to do that" you insisted.

"I want to. I love spoiling you" he smiled, kissing your cheek.

"Still, I don't think I'll be able to go to Hogsmeade this week" you said, as James brushed his thumb against your cheek to wipe away your tears. "I have to redo my Charms essay" you explained. You noticed James tense a little before he took a deep breath. "What?"

"Alright, if I tell you something, do you promise not to get mad?"

"What did you do?" you asked, wiping your remaining tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

"W-well, sometimes when we're too busy with Quidditch or... well, pranks, Padfoot and I grab your homework and Moony's and... we kind of make copies of it" he said, going over to his nightstand and taking a few parchments out, handing them to you. You saw your Charms essay, the one that you had worked on for two weeks and had just finished at the library. It was just missing the last part, but everything else was there.

"How often do you do this?" you asked, going through the papers.

"We don't use them, we just, you know, make our own version of them. Only when we have Quidditch practice" he insisted but you looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. "Or when we forget there's homework" he admitted. "I'm sorry, love. I should have told you but-"

You cut James off by throwing your arms around his shoulders and kissing him on the lips. "I love you so much" you smiled.

"Y-you're not mad?"

"I'm not entirely happy about it and I doubt Remus will be either" you told him. "But you just saved me from having to re-write this entire essay" you smiled, bringing him closer for another kiss. "Thank you" you smiled.

"You're welcome, princess" he said, kissing you again. "Do you want to go down for dinner? You can point those kids to me so me and Padfoot can-"

"No" you said, hugging him. "Can we just stay here a little longer?" you asked, looking up at him, knowing he wouldn't be able to say no to you.

"Of course, princess" he said, lying down on his bed and bringing you with him. "Whatever you want" he said, kissing your temple as you rested your head on his chest. "I love you" he said, stroking your back, noticing you were almost asleep.

"I love you too" you said, closing your eyes and falling asleep in his arms while he mentally thought about letting Sirius in on this and plotting his revenge against the Slytherins.

The End

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A/N: hope you liked it, loves :)

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #james potter #james potter imagine #james potter x reader #james potter dialogue

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starflungwaddledee · 4 months

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hello!! its me!! in your inbox again!! Ive gotta know: what kind of thought went into Starstucks design? do you have any beta designs, early sketches, or has she always been so cute?!

HELLOOoooooo yesssss quality asks from moonie!!!! i am always so excited!!! i'll pop this under a cut because it got long, but the short answer is: sadly i'm boring and predictable 😂

i am SO embarrassed to tell you that very little thought went into her design, at least on any sort of... cerebral level. the reason for this is because she is my sona, though she does now have a story of her own, and i personally have an extremely rigid set of personal iconography! both irl and online

i joked with my gf and some friends who know me beyond kirby that if you knew me outside of here you would spot me a mile off because my aesthetics for sonas or personal representation have been rock-solid consistent for almost a decade!

i'm always pink and cream and ice blue, always have star themes, always have grey-blue/pink eyes, always have freckles (often white constellations) over big pink cockatiel cheeks, and always have huge bows 😂 also often i have flower crowns but she avoided this by being All Head. i did accessorise her festive outfit though!

so really... she couldn't have looked much different to how she does. i did add the stars on the bottom of her feet (hidden stars are a typical design choice for me tho) and the heart shaped face marking after drawing her a few times on the blog! i just thought the heart shaped marking added a little interest at the time, especially above the eyes; maybe because i was used to drawing bandee who's bandana covers that top edge of his face marking!

now that some time has passed, of course parts of her design tie into her lore in fun ways ("oh she has stars on her feet!" "what makes the constellations on her cheeks move!" "wow her bow looks a bit like wi-!!"), but that was entirely unexpected when i designed her. i never intended to develop her as much as she has been because the interest from others was frankly so unexpected; but i'm having a total blast doing it!

i also chose a waddle dee rather than any of the other aliens on offer because i personally tend to just... feel pretty average! not impressive or significant enough to be a knight or a puffball or anything like that! waddle dees resonate with me, they're just easily spooked little critters with zero defensive mechanisms doing their best and i can relate to that

though i suppose that it's now rather clear that starstruck is not an average waddle dee, if one at all.. so i guess time will tell

sorry if this is a bit of a let down 😅 the unfortunate answer is that she's based on Me and how i look/feel/dress/etc irl. my hair is that shade of pink. i have an exceptionally comprehensive collection of flower crowns and comedically oversized bows. i am very small and very round. i do have intensive freckles in constellation patterns. sadly, alas, my eyes are only grey-blue. so there was only ever so many variations she'd be able to draw on from my rigid set of aesthetics haha!

#embarrassing to admit this to kirbyfandom's number 1 oc enjoyer and also such an incredibly dedicated oc designer wauhghh.#honestly all your work is SO incredible moonie. i could stare at your designs forever they are so precise and intentional and i adore it #perhaps starstruck'll have an alternate form of some kind in the future... though it would likely have many persistent aesthetics still #maybe if i designed a totally new character that wasn't a sona i'd be more creative and thoughtful about it! 😅#but i am kind of unmotivated to do that atm! i think i'd like to develop starstruck in full & draw other peoples ocs with her instead #asks #starstruck dee #starflungs process tag #<- even though zero process was used lmao

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fuckmymunson · 2 years

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congrats on 500 🤭🤭🤭❤️❤️

🔮 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭: Send me a character + a kink, and I'll write a drabble about i

remus w a (i forgot what it’s called) kink watching sirius and his gf have 👌👈and pretending it’s him 👌👈 with her

qtweyuioueeqkdjjshjkasbhcdsaqewq, I'm...... Hi. HI. I LOVE YOU, PLEASE. Please never stop sending asks because this right here... had me... I know this isn't exactly like you asked, but I really liked this one.... i love you...

18+, smut, voyeurism, mild stalking, male masturbation, borderline Perv!Remus <3.

Remus groaned against his pillow, furiously fisting his cock around the soft fabric of your panties, that unfortunately for you, were laid on top of Sirius’ laundry basket. He needed to be quiet because he didn’t want to miss a single second of it.

It was basically listening to your restless moans and Sirius' bed shaking in the adjacent room.

He felt sick, depraved and like a total creep, but goddamned your needy whines were enough to rile him up. The way you cried for more, how you begged to cum, desperate and crying. It was all music for his ears. The soft bangs against the wall followed by a sharp slap and a moan, worked in a chain reaction, making him speed up his movements against his hard, leaking cock in a futile attempt to match Sirius’ thrusts against your wet, tight pussy.

God, he was so jealous.

Remus wanted more, he needed more. Unlocking the drawer on his nightstand, he opened his wallet, fumbling with a few tickets, coins and pounds, until he found his hidden treasure.

The little polaroid he accidentally stole from Sirius’ wallet was now in between his fingers, as his hand wrapped his cock again with your dirty panties, using it as a pathetic fleshlight. His eyes traced your body, and he imagined he was the one who took that pic. Your legs spread for him, your lips parted sucking his thumb, his cock buried deep into your slick cunt. His eyes drifted to the little note you left on the polaroid, with your favourite pink marker.

“Siri’s little slut.”

And Remus couldn’t help but smirk as his thumb traced the big X on your boyfriend’s nickname, which was replaced by his messy handwriting (he was jacking off while writing it<3), with his favourite, permanent, black marker.

“Rem’s little slut.”

Much better.

Your loud moan dragged his attention from the polaroid, and he recognized those sounds immediately, you were about to cum, to make a mess, a mess he wanted on his cock, on his face, on his fingers. He wanted you. Remus was about to cum too, and he arched his back and buckled his hips against his hands, the fabric of your panties starting to burn his aching cock, it was too much, it wasn’t as soft as your precious cunt would be.

“Please!” You cried, dragging the last letter, and he imagined your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “Siri p—please let me cum.” Ugh, why, why.

“Go on, whore.” Sirius growled, and a sharp slap was followed by his words. “Make a mess on my cock, princess.”

Remus did a number on his hand, as he coated your cute pink panties with long, thick squirts of his cum. Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, he exhaled shakily, panting. His honey locks were glued to his face thanks to the thin layer of sweat that made his body glisten, in the weak light of his desk lamp. He felt so embarrassed, so dirty, but… a part of him was thrilled with this danger, this unrequired passion and lust, for you.

The next morning, Remus woke up to your voice, but this time, it was far from pleased, you sounded pissed.

“What the fuck do you mean by «I lost it», dude?” You yelled at your boyfriend. “It must be in that mess you call a room!”

“First of all, is not a mess, idiot.” Sirius snarled back. “Second, I really have no idea where it is! You know no one touches my wallet. And, did you just call me «dude»?

“Oh sure.” You scoffed, sarcastically. “It just magically disappeared! A fucking polaroid of your dick buried in me just goes missing. Sure.”

Remus had a sleepy smile on his face, as his hand reached under his pillow, where the polaroid was.

“Yeah, do that, take that tone!— Ouch, that hurt!” Sirius complained.

“Stop yelling! Remus is asleep, I don’t want him to wake up to this… disaster.” Remus couldn’t help but smile wider, feeling his heart swelling at your worry.

“Yeah, must be bad to wake up to your annoying bickering.”

“You fucking piece of shit, bickering my ass!”

The fight continued, and Remus heard every argument, insult and apology.

“Hey, where are my pink panties?”

His face hurt from all the smiling.

#omenhel's 500 flowers!#remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x reader smut #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus by omel!#tw vouyerism #sirius black smut #sirius black x reader smut #sirius black x you #sirius black #sirius by omel!#omel's asks<3 #omenhel's love letters

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Ok, ok. First of all: I'm a big fan of your work, I can't get enough of it. Now, I have this TBB HC idea of each member -including Omega- being very protective of the reader because they see the reader as a sibling but also bc reader is dating one of their brothers. For example TECH: reader is Hunter's gf, she is buying supplies with Tech, and she gets harassed or something and Tech protects her, idk you are way better at coming up with the scenarios lol, I hope it makes sense. Have a great day♥

Thank you! Love to read that! :))

I love to read that, it's making so much sense. They are like a family so as soon as you are with one of them, you are family too in a way.

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - "You Are Part Of My Family"

Warnings: Strong Language/ Angst/Fluff

Baseline Situation:

You are in a relationship with one of the batchers. One of his brothers accompanies you to run errands. You come across an unpleasant person who is harassing you. Of course, this behavior does not go unpunished.

________________

Hunter

He's right there to step in and put himself in front of you, shielding you from harm.

Hunter growls, "You better get out of here, and fast. Or I'll make sure you disappear."

He's not joking. You are part of his family now, you are his brother's big love. He would never ever let any harm come your way, especially not on his watch!

You know Hunter is a gentle soul, but when he is determined and angry, he is downright scary. The harasser won't stay much longer to find out how far Hunter would go, his gaze is scary and piercing enough to burn holes into dura-steel.

No need to worry, he's looking out for you, always. Even if the other guy wouldn't be scared of Hunter, he is not at all afraid to fight for you.

Echo

You know he is sweet and clever and can be a real softy. But this situation makes you see a very different Echo. You see his eyes narrow, his muscles tense. He's not just stepping between you and the harasser, he's shovin him pretty hard, making him land on his ass.

"You son of a bitch better get out of here before I get really angry"

He's not shy to get into a fight over protecting you. No matter how soft and rational he usually is, this is different.

He takes it personal when someone is herassing his family. You can take a breather and relax. Echo always has your back if you need him. And don't worry, right aftter the incident, he will be your lovely, soft and caring brother in law again.

Wrecker

"Dafuq you think you're doing?", he growls.

Let's be frank. Having a guy like Wrecker talk to you like that, leaning in, intimidating, is enough to make most people run. He's generally disgusted by people who herass others, but this guy had the nerve to go for you, his familiy, right in front of his eyes. Stupid idea.

He's tense, hands closed to fists. He just want's to smack that guy around. But he doesn't want to scare you, the only reasons he holds back as long as he can.

If this idiot should be so stupid as to test Wrecker's patience, you will see a person without wings flying.

He is a protector. He has a good heart, a gentle soul. But he also thinks that you don't have to put up with everything. Sometimes you have to draw boundaries, and he's happy to do that on your behalf.

Tech

"Excuse me"

Tech reacts realtively calmly. Steps in and attracts the attention of the other person. The next moment you see the harasser fidgeting and twitching on the ground. Tech has given him a electric shock.

He electrocutes the man on the ground again, twice.

"Just to make sure the message got through," he says with a small smile in your direction.

Tech takes your hand, steps over the guy on the ground and leads you further across the market with him.

Tech doesn't flip out that quickly in theory, at least not obviously, but he also has no patience for knuckleheads like that one. He's looking out for you, of course, there's no question about that. His approach is very different from his brothers, though. But that doesn't matter, you're always safe in his company, he makes sure of that.

"You are part of my family, ad'ika."

Crosshair

Well he's not much of a talker. Crosshair won't discuss or make threats. He steps in and knocks the guy right out. Either with his fist, the handle of his blaster or rifle, or with a stun shot.

"I don't have the patience for trash like this", he grumbles and keeps walking, assuming you keep following him.

Of course you do that.

He is such an intimidating person that sometimes a simple look from him is enough to make people stop moving and hold their breath when he looks at them. When you first met him, you had a similar reaction.

Crosshair is different. He won't talk much with you, but he looks out for you and fiercly so if he has to. He may not put it into many words, but keeping you safe and sound is important to him. Relax, he won't let anything happen to you, he would never let that happen.

Omega

"How dare you!!!"

Omega is incredibly outraged and immediately intervenes.

"Hands off! Go away!"

Omega builds herself up in front of the harasser and seems more than determined to defend you. She definitely has the courage of her brothers.

She's very fiery and determined about it, and of course you're worried that it might put her in danger. But Hunter, who has naturally followed you because he wants you both to be safe, is already approaching the scene. Amused and annoyed at the same time. He will save the day if he has to.

Omega sees you as a family member and a friend. You are important to her brother. Even if she was a little jealous at first, of the attention Hunter gives you. Now she can't imagine not having you in her family.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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linane-art · 7 months

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Public Service Announcement

Yes, I'm back! Missed me? :D

I don't know where to start, really. My last year of travels was both an incredible, life-changing, empowering, unforgettable experience, and the hardest, most challenging thing I have ever done (and probably will ever do) in my life.

In the space of a year I have visited 11 countries: New Zealand, Fiji, Australia, New Caledonia, Japan, South Korea, Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia, Poland and Greece. Everywhere I went, I have always tried not to be a tourist, but live like a local, stay with the local people and have as many experiences as I could possibly grab a hold of.

I close my eyes and I can re-trace the exact route from Cashmere to the city centre of Christchurch, or I can still taste the Kava drink, or I remember exactly where to put my feet on the ascent to Yunomine Onsen via the Kumano Kodo Pilgrim Trail, or I can tell what Sumatran elephant skin feels like under my fingers, or which of the rice fields around Ubud offer best views without too many tourists.

I got to do everything I ever wanted, fulfilled every dream I ever had and then some, met some amazing people that will stay with me for the rest of my life, and frequently did 8 absolutely impossible things before breakfast. I travelled on local busses, bought my veggies from local bazars, had local supermarket loyalty cards, dealt with visas, made friends with people who didn't speak a word of English... It kinda made me fearless and unstoppable. I've also struggled with depression, seriously questioned my life's choices, missed home insanely, been to paradise and hated it at times, doubted myself, and had a real reality check on what's important to me. And I regret none of it.

How do you pick up the pieces of your life after something like that?

The good news is that my love for this fandom has never left or diminished, and in fact it often provided to be a source of great comfort to me. I wrote stories in my head during my walks, I re-read some excellent old fics, I took Fili and Kili with me to some seriously remote places.

But I think the fandom has changed during my absence. And I have changed too. So as I sit down and re-think how I wanna indulge in my love of FiKi, here's what I've got:

I am seriously attached to three of my Verses (and have been focussing on them for a while), which I'd love to continue with: Silence, Isca and Postcards. There will be more posted, when I'm ready with it. Watch this space. Subscribe, maybe?

I have been writing mainly for myself for a number of years now and I can and I will continue to do so. But it's alwas a delight when someone else comes on a journey with you, so I'll continue posting publically.

GF is my Happy Place and I have missed it hugely, especailly as it hadn't continued to function as I hoped it would during my absence. I want to come back to tending that garden, as it's important to me. And I might take part in some events again, if the gods smile at me again, which will mean any and all verses will be considered.

I can't imagine in what possible universe I would have the time for drawing again. Having said that, I am sitting on some unpublished and unfinished artwork, some of it in collabs, and I know I can be stubborn enough to force their completion. Something to think about.

What else? I guess that's it. How have everyone been? What's new? WHO's new? Did I miss anything important? Come and say hi - I'm always happy to chatter.

#personal

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basics-academy-yum · 8 months

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Hello!!!! I'm nobody special buttt my gf rlly loves the way u draw mrs. Pomp, I was kinda wondering if u could draw her again if that okay?

I'll never pass up an opportunity to draw Ms Pomp 🤭

(I spent way to much time on her and had to do adult things half way through so it took even longer and bro.... she's done now at least 😭)

#baldis basics #bbieal #baldis basics in education and learning #baldi ask blog #ask blog #bbieal ask blog #baldi au #asks open #ask box open #thanks for the ask!#bbieal ms pomp #baldi ms pomp #baldi fanart #fanart

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beca-mitchell · 2 years

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Going along with that Chloe has distant/cold/not affectionate parents, imagine Chloe meeting Beca's mom for the first time. Chloe is obviously super nervous because 1. it's her gf's mom and 2. her experiences with parents are largely shitty. So they go to Beca's home and Chloe is trying not to hyperventilate. Beca's mom turns out to be the coolest person Chloe has ever met (she is a painter AND Beca got her love for music from her) but aside from her endlessly entertaining stories, the woman welcomes Chloe with open arms. Chloe spends the whole time there half expecting the rug to be pulled out from under her, but, when they are saying goodbye, Beca's mom pulls her in a bear hug, and whispers "Welcome to the family." and Chloe damn near breaks down right there

o...do u mean maybe something like this?? mayhaps? i gave it a shot?

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"You're nervous," Beca observes, sitting down at the edge of the bed in the guest room where they've been unpacking since arriving at Beca's mother's house. "I've never seen you like this."

Chloe pokes at Beca's thigh with her foot. "I'm not nervous."

"You're biting your nail, babe."

Chloe lowers her hand sheepishly. "Bad habit."

"Nervous habit," Beca corrects gently. "It's fine, Chloe. It's just my mom."

"It's not just your mom," Chloe emphasizes. She sits up so she can scoot towards Beca across the bed. Placing her hands on Beca's thigh, she squeezes gently. "My girlfriend's mom. It means something."

Beca smiles, pushing her head against Chloe's. "Okay. But you don’t have to be this nervous. Not this nervous. You're breathing so heavily. Should I be worried, or...?"

"I just..."

Beca waits patiently, knowing a bit about Chloe's unresolved issues with her parents. She never pries, having allowed Chloe to open up to her over the years and even more so in recent memory due to the enhanced intimacy in their romantic relationship.

"I don't feel like I'm good with parents," Chloe murmurs.

"I bet you are."

"I bet I'm not. Your mom probably thinks I'm insane already."

"She does not. You're overthinking. She knows how disgustingly into you I am. It's kind of embarrassing actually because I'm sure she likes you more than me already with how much I talk about you."

Chloe's lips twitch. "You talk about me?"

"An embarrassing amount. We don't have to get into that."

A gentle knock sounds at the door. Beca would laugh at how quickly Chloe straightens up and tucks her hair behind her ears if she weren't so concerned about Chloe's well-being. "I'll get that. She's probably just back from work." Swinging open the door, Beca smiles, greeting her mother with a hug and receiving a wet kiss on the cheek in return.

"My little star," she whispers, pressing Beca's head against her shoulder. "You haven't grown," she teases. Chloe giggles at that, drawing both women's attention. "You must be Chloe. You're even more beautiful in person."

"Hi," Chloe offers, standing slowly. She lets her hands slip into Beca's mother's hands, watching it happen as if she is somehow watching this all unfold from above. Beca's mother's smile is gentle and welcoming. "It's great to meet you Ms. Stevens."

"Oh please, it's Marissa. Ms. Stevens was my mother." Her smile only grows as she squeezes Chloe's hands again. Chloe wills herself to be still, not used to this level of affection or care from a parental figure. Her eyes dart to Beca who looks like her smile could take over her face at any given moment. "You have a lovely voice, by the way."

Beca laughs at that, prompting her mother to look at her questioningly. "Nothing," she says quickly, catching Chloe's worried look. "Just an inside joke."

"All that acapella, huh? You know," she whispers, drawing closer to Chloe as if sharing a secret. "I taught Beca everything she knows about music. She never stopped singing as a kid." She winks. "Why do you think she wears that star necklace all the time? My little star indeed."

"Mom," Beca warns.

"Oh please," she says dismissively. "You are smitten with this girl. Everybody with eyes can tell. There is no more street cred or whatever you kids are saying these days. None for you."

"I like your mom, Bec," Chloe says, going for humor, but her voice ends up coming out a bit on the quieter side.

Marissa's eyes swivel back to her and her gaze softens into an incredibly affectionate expression. "I like you, Chloe." She pulls Chloe into a gentle hug, tucking a hand behind the back of Chloe's head in a protective, tender hold. "Welcome to the family," she whispers.

Chloe has never felt more at home in her life, surrounded by the love she feels then and now.

fin

#bechloe #pitch perfect #beca mitchell #chloe beale #headcanon #ask #anonymous #my fanfic

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aita-blorbos · 9 months

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AITA for stealing Excalibur to save my faerie gf?

Exactly what it says on the tin. I (27F) am a descendent of Merlin, and serve as the court mage for the current king of Camelot. The fair folk live in the forests, and over the past century have made travel more and more difficult, as they lure any travelers off the path for various reasons, most are never seen again. The king sent me as an ambassador, as I know the most about resisting enchantment and protecting myself with magic, to hopefully broker peaceful relations. I encountered a beautiful fae, V, (???F) who naturally tried to charm me to draw me off the path. I was able to make a deal with her to bring a message to the Faerie Queen of my desire to meet with her, provided I came back in three days.

I returned, and we talked and she showed me beautiful things, and yeah I was attracted to her but I had a duty to my kingdom first. We answered questions for each other about ourselves and our worlds quid pro quo. I learned I could have an audience with the Queen on midsummers night.

The third time I returned, V enchanted me, and was about to kill me with me being none the wiser as I was under her spell. But she let me go. She explained that if she didn't kill me, the Queen would kill her, but that she had fallen in love with me… and I had fallen for her. I tried to take her out of Faerie with me, but she couldn't be unbound from her service to the Queen. So I met with the Queen to bargain for her freedom. I know I could have negotiated for peace between our kingdoms but she had specifically told V to kill me so that the humans wouldn't try such a "foolish notion" again, so there was no inroad there.

I was as clever as I could be, but the Queen demanded Excalibur within 3 days in exchange for mine and V's freedom and safety. And if I didn't make a deal by sunrise, I might be trapped there. So I went back to Camelot and I tried to break the news to the king… but it was clear he wouldn't sacrifice the relic. So I stole it.

This is our only fae ally! This has to be worth something! And I owe her, she saved my life at the possible expense of her own… or a fate worse than death, it would seem, as punishment for her treason.

The king will notice Excalibur is gone and what was left behind was a fake before long. I'm on my way to the forest now. I'll do my best to find a way around this, and retain the sword. But if I don't, I've betrayed my kingdom, my people. V and I will both be traitors to our people. I'm already carrying the deep guilt of it… but this is for love, and for honor that transcends country. I don't think I'm TA, but… am I?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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ask-serendipity-sky · 7 months

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Tae playing with guy, said he liked call me by my name = queer

Jimin drawing bigender tattoo, doing genderqueer-bi theme portfolio, always calling out toxic masculinity even memebers exhibit, using a woman as his reflection = he's being subtle and reserved

?????

I didn't knew I'll be queer If I play with a friend lmao. Ik 100 other idols who said they liked call me by my name including male and female idols. Does that make all of them queer ?

2019 Jimin was daring af to draw that tattoo on him and explaining its all about himself. He even got multiple real tattoos of it, so you know he was being genuine af with that.

Sorry but Tae is definitely not the queer icon people want him to be. Man has a whole ass gf to begin with. I don't think JK will never be the queer representative. While Jimin doing it has been normalized in the Fandom because he has been doing it for YEARS

Hello,

Well, I didn't want to say it again but Tae queerbaits. He is straight.

To say that Jimin is subtle is a big slap in the face! After everything he has done and overcome.

He was the tough guy, the flirty guy and now he is at peace with himself... only for people to call him subtle.

Sigh.

Thanks for sharing.

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inspector-montoya-fox · 10 months

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someone recently liked this post and i re-read it and honestly Sly 4 could have potentially been so phenomenal. i'll be the first to admit that i go grr and then zzz (in that order) when someone starts pitching their own idea for an entire game like how we all collectively loathed the announcement for that fanmade game remember that? i'm giving this disclaimer not because this post is gonna be like fanfic or anything but because i'm gonna be suggesting a lot of ideas. so with that out of the way let's briefly discuss the potential of Sly returning in 2013

SP set up such an interesting dynamic between Sly and Carmelita, where he lied first so she lied second but unbeknownst to her he knows she lied. the next game could have focused on that and that alone; at its core, Sly has always been a morality tale and lies are so divisive in terms of ethics. the central theme would be lies, but it wouldn't be explored just through the lens of Sly and Carmelita's relationship. although Bentley knows Sly lied about his amnesia, we never see if Murray does and that'd be interesting to see how someone who wears their heart on their sleeve accepts this (or doesn't). also, instead of getting the bullshit TiT "Sly lied so his gf is really angry with him", when Carmelita confronts him once the truth is out how would Sly bring up her lie? would he use it with spite, kinda like two wrongs don't make a right ? or would he be solemn because despite the lies, their relationship was what they both wanted. Sly and Carmelita's conversations usually follow the consistent pattern of him being witty and flirty and her trying to shut him down, but what if the roles were reversed because of this massive revelation? Carmelita usually has a comeback ready so how does she react when she's caught off guard?

the story would have to deal with the direct aftermath of Carmelita's lie. how would Interpol react when Carmelita pulled up with Sly like 'this is my partner ok' ? and if Barkley accepted this and recruited Sly as an Interpol officer, how would things play out after? in the original post linked above, @pixieluver suggested a tutorial for the game where you play as Sly undergoing police training and i personally find that so genius like can you imagine?? the game starts off with Sly's final Interpol exam or something as the game teaches the player the basics through a police test course and by the end Sly could catch like a breather or something to monologue and catch the player up to speed with the story after the series' 8 year hiatus. it's like undoubtedly an amazing idea

in this imaginary game, Sly has to deal with being on both sides of the law as well as eventually telling Carmelita the truth and the climax would centre around if their relationship could get past this. the exploration between black and white, the grey zone, would be more explicit than ever in the series. what happens when we experience being an Interpol officer through the eyes of Sly? how does he interpret the law and how loosely could he act on his interpretation whilst under his amnesiac facade? he could be more lenient as an authority figure but also him stepping into Carmelita's shoes could bring about some reflection. oh and would he have a shock pistol because i never knew i needed shock pistol/cane combo gameplay until now.

from Carmelita's side, how invested is she in her job? is being a cop part of her personality? can she reduce it down to an occupation and separate it from her personal beliefs? having now experienced the "reality" of being with Sly, would it be more difficult for her to draw the line once shit hits the fan? and circling back to the main theme, is she lying to herself? catching Sly was her career's goal so once she invites him into her personal life, especially in such an intimate capacity, how can she separate the two again? let's bring in the reality of how male-dominated the police force is: maybe Barkley and rest of Interpol are constantly on her case for bringing Sly Cooper into their circle. and maybe they wouldn't buy that Sly is amnesiac.

the main villain could be someone who knows Sly's secret and is threatening to expose him, pressuring him to tell the truth. we've had some pretty evil and ruthless villains in the series but rarely is there an element of mystery, so this could potentially be someone pulling the strings behind the scenes Penelope. let's have a villain who might not be 100% evil, like a sympathetic Justice for All villain à la Ini Miney or Acro. i doubt the gang are the only morally ambiguous characters so why not a villain the player can empathise with but who is also undoubtedly up to not good. we've kind of explored that with Panda King but i feel like after A Cold Alliance it was treated a bit like whatever. anyway, each episode could revolve around getting closer to the truth and finding out the identity of this mastermind by getting rid of his connections, who are like smaller crooks and "bad guys". each level would have the duality of cop missions and classic missions, with Carmelita and Interpol becoming increasingly suspect of Sly.

in closing i want to briefly touch on the fact that this would come out in 2013 instead of TiT: we were really in the midst of the departure from 3D platformers as first person shooters became more and more creative that year (The Last of Us, Bioshock Infinite, GTA V). maybe Sly 4 coming out back then was a bit premature? like in comparison to the late 2010s/ early 2020s where we saw like a small bump in nostalgia with the Crash trilogy in 2017 or the Sly reference in the new Ratchet and Clank. i don't know if a hiatus longer than 8 years would cause a loss of interest but my brain hurts and my heart aches when i try to think about a world where TiT never came out.

#i haven't watched teen titans in its entirety since my childhood and i'm binging it now. i genuinely think it's the best cartoon ever #it's just so perfect like it just is #the animation is fantastic the action sequences are so thrilling the villains are so well-realised the themes are very profound #the Mad Mod episodes are literal works of art straight up #my favs have always been Raven and Starfire but i'm kinda vibing with Robin this time around too like come on scruffy boy <3 #anyway

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Um how dare you? How dare you bring in possessed!robin and worried/feral gf!nancy for only a short oneshot? You think this shit is gonna leave my brain? It's NOT.

[A/N: I'll tell you what, I've written two parts of this now and It's never going to leave my brain. Still holding out hope for Ronance S5]

Summary: Nancy Wheeler had missed all the signs that something was wrong with Robin. The Mind Flayer was subtle like that. Now It's up to her to pull Robin back to reality, no matter how hard she has to fight.

Trigger Warnings: Possession, there are some things with a fire poker, and also blood. Also terrible grammar.

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We're Going to End You Pt.2 | Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler

It was the crackle of a walkie talkie long forgotten in the pocket of Eddie’s jacket that brought Nancy back to the present. Her palm was stinging, knuckles white around the fire iron. The orange glow shaded her features and burned against the softness of her throat with each breath. Robin regarded her with a quiet stare. A recognizable one.

“Nancy?” She whispered hoarsely.

There was pain and confusion in her eyes, betrayal that made Nancy feel sick to her stomach. She inhaled and pulled back, still straddling Robin’s waist. The girl pulled harder at her restraints; fear etched into her features. “What’s happening? What’s going on?”

No one answered her. Eddie was digging around his jacket for the walkie talkie, pulling out rolled up straw wrappers and a metal zippo lighter he had used to start the kindling. Steve had withdrawn his hand from Nancy’s shoulder. He turned his back on the scene, working his fingers through damp hair.

“Steve?” Robin pulled harder, budging the bedframe with a ghastly protest.

Nancy could feel the heat of Robin’s skin through the fabric of her pants. She threw the fire poker to the ground, staring at her hands for a few moments, the way that her fingers shook. Had she really just done that? She nearly took off her girlfriend’s head after a few sharp remarks. Her heart pounded against the inside of her wrist, mouth dry.

“What is this?” Robin’s voice broke.

“Robin, we’re not going to hurt you.” Steve finally turned to face the scene. Just the like water bottle earlier, he pulled a small, folded piece of paper from his pocket. It was crumpled. “Do you recognize this?”

On one side was the return receipt for Fast Times, rented on a Saturday night a few weeks before. On the back was a drawing etched in black ballpoint pen, a large spindly creature in front of what could be power lines, or lightening stretching against the sky.

Nancy had found something similar in Robin’s chemistry notebook. She hadn’t been trying to snoop. She knew her girlfriends notes from their recent class weren’t going to be up to par, but after missing the day altogether, Nancy knew it would be better than nothing. That’s when she saw it; the entity. It was on every page, small at first, but taking up the entirety of space by the end of the book- over and over and over again.

“Why am I tied up?” Robin rasped instead. “Why am I tied up?”

She tensed under Nancy, throwing one of her shoulders to the side to loosen the bond. Her voice was a scream now. “Why am I tied up? Why am I tied up? Let me out!”

Nancy scrambled to the other end of the mattress, nearly burning the edge of her leg against the closest heater. She stumbled into Eddie, who had finally located the walkie talkie and pulled the antenna as far as it would go.

“I really need someone to answer now! HELLO!” Dustin’s voice came through the receiver.

Eddie winced, glared “What is it?”

“Let me out! Let me out! Let me the fuck out!”

“Finally! Listen, the heat helped but it didn’t bring Will back, not on it’s own. You have to find a way to bring Robin back with memories.” The crunch of static filled the air “Give her something to remember.”

Nancy felt a rush of stupidity for not thinking about this method before. Robin had rented a copy of the Exorcist one night and had buried her nose into the crook of Nancy’s neck each time Raegan let out a particularly ghastly howl, or projectile vomited pea soup. Nancy was paying too much attention to the way Robin felt against her, and not enough mind to the film. But she knew the basics of exorcisms because of that.

“It’s worth a shot,” Steve shouted over the noise.

“Please, someone try something before her head does a fucking 360!” Eddie said.

“Robin!” He knelt by the bed. The noise ceased other than her labored panting. Sweat had yellowed around her collar, teeth gritted. “Robin, hey, listen to me. Alright? Do you remember that conversation we had when you were a freshman, the one I said I couldn't recall?”

“Great start, Harrington.”

Steve directed a tender glare at Eddie before returning his attention back to Robin. He put his fingers shakily against her arm, pulling in a hot bout of air. Robin was searching his expression for something to hold onto.

“Right before everything, I ran into you in the hallway. You were leaving Mr. Hauser’s office and you were upset. I remember that you were upset because now I know what that looks like. Then, I didn’t. Then, I was just some dumb jock that only cared about getting into Nancy Wheeler’s pants.”

Nancy grimaced and Eddie let out an odd noise. “Dude, gross.”

“It’s true. Even if I didn’t want to admit how badly I fucked up at the time. You dropped your books, and I didn’t pick any of them up. I just kept going and I don’t even remember where because it’s not important. What’s important, is I couldn’t figure out why you hated me so much when we started at Scoops Ahoy! Together. And that drove me nuts.”

Nancy remembers that day. The first time she had met Robin without actually meeting her. Mr. Hauser was sitting on the corner of his desk and Robin was midway through a sandwich wrapped in plastic, soft lettuce hanging from the side. She hadn’t meant to cause the girl to leave, really, she hadn’t. But Nancy had accepted her teacher’s invitation to come to him about anything. The timing was unfortunate.

“Robin you never held onto that grudge, you didn’t because that’s not the type of person you are. No matter how much of a douche I am, or was, you kept your patience. You kept your sarcasm too” He let out a watery laugh “I pretended not to know you, to not remember that day in the hall because I couldn’t fathom you knowing that version of me. Because you wouldn’t be friends with that version. Neither would fucked up mind-flayer you. So, I need you to come back, Robin. Please.”

The room was as silent as it could be. Heaters were whirring and the fire was crackling. Robin was breathing heavy. Steve’s cheeks were damp with sweat or tears, or both. Nancy held the air in her lungs until it made her dizzy.

Robin leaned forward and spit in Steve’s face before smiling darkly. “Let. Me. Out.”

“That’s it, I tried.” He stood and wiped the spit from his face with the palm of his hand. “I’m not the person who needs to do this, and we all know that.”

Both boys turned towards Nancy. Eddie had picked up his coat from the back of the chair and began to slide his arm through it. Steve opened the front door to a blast of cold, sobering air. Robin took a deep breath and relaxed into the mattress.

“You… can’t leave me here.”

“We won’t, Wheeler. We’ll be right outside, right Big Boy?” Eddie glanced at Steve and then back at Nancy. “Besides, you looked pretty handy with that fire iron. Use it if you need it.”

Nancy nodded and watched as the door to the cabin closed behind them both. She stared at the faces in the wood markings for a long time, trying to swallow back the tears building up behind her eyes. She pulled the chair from across the room next to Robin’s bed. It reminded her of when her grandfather died, so long ago, and she sat in the lap of her mother in a set up nearly like this.

She leaned back into the fabric, crossing her ankles, staring at her girlfriend. She looked exhausted, the skin around her wrists rubbed raw and bloodied, arms hanging low, frown hanging lower. Sweat graced every inch of her body, soaked through the stitching of her shirt, her jacket, her jeans.

“It doesn’t have to be like this.” Nancy said.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to make small talk with the devil?”

“The devil isn’t real. But you are. I’ve seen you. I’ve put a bullet between the eyes of something like you.”

“What’s stopping you from doing that now?”

“You’re in someone I love.” Nancy stood up, pacing back to the hearth. She knelt and grabbed the fire poker once more, hovering its tip above the open flames. It heated from red, to orange, to blue, to a near white. “You don’t like the heat, do you? You talk a big game about what you’re going to do to Hawkins. To my friends. To my girlfriend.”

“We are going to level this place.” Robin gritted, “you can cut off my head, but more will grow back. We are everywhere.”

“We sound very full of ourselves.” Nancy pulled the tip of the poker from the fire and lowered herself back into the chair. Robin glowered at her, eyes dark and hard. “Can I be honest with you for a moment?”

Robin let out a huff of air that nearly ebbed into a cough. Nancy clenched the cool part of the iron to keep her fingers from shaking out of their skin. It was across her lap, resting lazily though she had a tight grip on it.

“I don’t give a damn what comes after us. How far you and your little demoassholes go, but you can’t do it here. You can’t do it to Robin. You picked quite possibly the worst person in Hawkins to fuck with.” She squinted, leaning forward. “I have always done what is impossible to do, and that’s because of her.”

“she is gone. We are the only thing left.”

“I don’t believe that.” Her fingers moved against the length of the fire iron. She couldn’t look at Robin right now. “It’s not that easy to erase someone. Not when that person was the first one to never underestimated you.”

Nancy allowed herself to look up. Some of the hostility in Robin’s eyes had been chipped away. She swallowed hard and pulled on the binds once more, a line of dark black blood dripping past the cuff of her jacket.

“The night that my car broke down on the side of the road and my dad had to pick us up. Do you remember that night?”

Robin nodded; her chin quivered. There was a hardness in Nancy’s throat because Mind Flayer or not, it was something so significant to both of them. Not like the first time Steve bumped into Robin, their tumultuous road to friendship that was important, but not enough to draw Robin out, her Robin.

“I… I picked you up on the side of the road because it looked like it was about to rain. Or maybe it was just heat lightening, but I could smell it in the air. I had the windows down and I had a full tank of gas. I had every intention of driving out of Hawkins that night and never coming back. No graduation. No scholarship to Emerson. Nothing.”

She hadn’t told Robin this, hadn’t told anyone this.

“When you got in the car you smelled like mint, and grass, and idea of rain. I felt like I needed to offer you a ride home. No one should have to walk in the dark like that. Not after… not after Barb and Will, and every other casualty in this stupid town.”

Nancy was leaning closer, she could see the freckles against Robin’s nose, blending so finely with the red of her cheeks. With each inch of distance closed, the more of Robin she saw.

“Dropping you off gave me an excuse to stay for one more night. The car breaking down- that was some twist of fate to keep me here forever.” Nancy swallowed hard. She was crying, and Robin was crying. Tears dripped from her chin and onto her chest. “I decided to stay in Hawkins. Not for school, or for Steve, not for anything but you. Because you’re it for me Robin. You’re home.”

“Nance?” Robin’s voice was hoarse, torn from the screaming, a harsh whisper “Nancy, I need you to burn me.”

“What?”

“I’m serious, burn me. It's pullng away” Robin let out a guttural scream laced with pain and anguish. “Why am I tied up? Nancy I can’t fight it for-“

Nancy let out a choked sob and pressed her palm against Robin’s forehead, moving the sotted hair back. Robin let out a demonic growl, pulling harder on her binds. Steve burst through the door, Eddie not far behind. They were speaking to her, saying something, but there was nothing to comprehend. She was underwater, embedded in the flames of the fire and the room around her.

“Please, Nance.”

Nancy screamed and pressed the orange hot tip of the iron against Robin’s side for five seconds. Her ears were ringing, and Robin arched off the mattress. It burned through the fabric of her shirt and instantly clotted with blood that was black, and then red. Eddie held her shoulders, Steve her hips. Nancy pulled the iron back and threw it clear across the room, scratching the wood floor like marbles on pavement.

Steve and Eddie pulled away, basking in the hot silence of the room. There was a lightness to it too, one that they hadn’t felt while they were here, not until now. Nancy kept her stony stance, hands vibrating. Blood soaked into the mattress.

“Wheeler,” Robin eventually croaked. “You’re home for me too.”

Nancy let out a choked sob and collapsed onto the bed, crying into the crook of Robin’s neck. Her body had given out, her touch careful to avoid the wounds on Robin’s torso, her wrists. Eddie worked hard at the bindings of her ankles, Steve at all the rest.

“I’m sorry,” Nancy whimpered, she lifted her head and cupped Robins jaw “God, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry… you brought me back.” She frowned “You and that fire poker. Speaking of which, ah-“

Nancy hadn’t realized she was hugging Robin tight, “Oh!”

When both of her arms were free she pulled herself from the laying position that she was in, holding Nancy closer, not caring if Eddie, or Steve saw. Let the whole world see. This dingy cabin was home. A fucked up, extremely warm home, but home none the less, Nancy in her arms. “I’m sorry for all those things I said.”

“That wasn’t you.” Nancy tucked her head under Robin’s chin.

“Do I get an apology for getting spit on?” Steve asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Robin scoffed “No, absolutely not. That was all me.”

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