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to-be-spared · 2 years

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God, I have my father's eyes (but my brothers' when I cry)

written for the promtp: that's my family+comfort (day one here)

kinn centered

notes: title from this song (once again, big thanks to @minorfamilysupremacy who read this beforehand to make sure it's written in an existing language); i never really write from kinn's pov but this prompt made me want to, so i hope you enjoy!

Family has always been inevitable.

Kinn holds himself like his father did and he doesn’t drink tea because his mom didn’t like it. He still buys his body-wash and shampoo coconut scented because that’s Khun’s favourite. He has a leather jacket he wears on the rare occasions he takes his bike because Kim once told him it looked cool on him.

There is nothing about Kinn that isn’t pre-determined, no freedom in his movement. Every feeling, every thought, the very way he talks and plays with his ring when he’s anxious – he’s a consequence of his parents’ existence. It’s an inescapable thing, like a tree that can only grow there where the roots are.

He can’t be anything other than his parents’ child, than his brothers’ brother.

Once upon a time, this knowledge had felt like an honour.

As he looks at the wreckage that’s left of his family, it feels like quicksand.

He wonders about the destiny of the tree if the roots are rotten. He wonders if he’s reaching desperately, deluding himself that the branches can grow tall enough to forget they belong to the tree.

Kinn can’t forget.

His father dies and he thinks it’s for the best. It hurts like hell. It doesn’t feel like a tree losing its roots, it doesn’t feel distant and compassionate like a metaphor – it feels like his father just died and Kinn will never be the object of his praise or disappointment again.

Kinn feels pointless. The effect of a cause that doesn’t exist anymore – should he keep being? What will determine the way he will be, now?

Khun lies beside him on the bed. Kim sits on the floor, his back resting against the bed.

Kinn can’t remember the last time they’ve all been in one room together, but he distractedly thinks they’ll leave soon. He finds it difficult to hold on to his thoughts.

His brothers don’t leave.

They wait patiently. Rooted to the same exact spot.

Kinn starts wondering about the trees falling and making sounds.

Khun cuts his hair and Kim takes care of business and they give Kinn time to grieve a person who doesn’t deserve to be mourned.

“It’s not about him,” Kim says vehemently. “You deserve to mourn him.”

Kim has their mother’s temper. Khun has their father’s mind.

Kinn looks to them.

And maybe the roots are rotten and maybe he can’t be anything but himself. But what if he still reaches for the sun? What if he enjoys the feeling of the rain falling on his skin?

What if Khun buries his nose in Kinn's hair while he hugs him and tells him you smell so good? What if Kim says still looks cool when Kinn wears his leather jacket?

What if Porsche’s sense of humour partly becomes Kinn’s too? What if Kinn learns a bit of Porchay’s honesty?

What if family is inevitable?

But that, Kinn thinks about Khun teaching Porchay how to play chess, about Kim going on runs with Porsche, about himself and his brothers being defiant in the way they keep reaching for some form of life as long as they can, trees trying to outrun their roots. That. That is my family.

#kpweek2022 #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fanfiction #kinnporsche fanfic #kinn theerapanyakul #robi writes stuff #idk i'm proud of this one

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swallowtail-ageha · 6 months

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Silvana de mari romances be like:

#two characters of a different sex: look at each other #silvana de mari: you must breed #seriously tho her writing is so bland and heteronormative she fucking sucks at writing romance #i have never ever felt the connection between like. yorsh and robi or haxen and dartred like zero chemistry #this is the consequences of geteronormativity in your writing!!!#and i say that as someone whose favourite ships are almost all het #... like at least make them compelling

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reanimatedgh0ul · 11 months

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imo canon danny is a girl liker in a cishet way meanwhile fanon danny is a girl liker in a gay way no i will elaborate

#it's basically bc he's bi and/or aspec to fans that's why #also yeah yeah ik the queer coding is there but again that's us PROJECTING #the ppl writing him did INTEND for him to be cishet and some ways yeah you can tell don't @ me bc it's true #robi rambles

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melodramaschild · 2 years

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Cigarettes out of the window- poly! marauders when you start overworking out to try and be prettier for them

Robie's funeral

𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖, 𝐏𝐓. 𝟏

Navigation || Age limit

Warnings: bulimia, body dysmorphia, slow burn, crying and bad mental health, negative self-talk, not happy ending, my writing, part 2 on its way

Let me know if I forgot anything

Words count: 2 299

Pairing: poly! Remus Lupin x James Potter x Sirius Black x fem!reader

Read me: If you see any mistakes, please let me know. English isn’t my first, not even second, language and reminding me of some mistakes would help a lot. Also, feel free to reblog.

A/N: please, don’t read this if you’re easily triggered about your eating disorder. Remember that this is not any motivation for you to start witch such a thing like this. I’m just writing the request. If you feel like you have problems with eating disorder, please reach out for help. || and I’m also sorry that I didn’t stick up with only reader who is overworking out.

My girl Y/n/n used to always smoke cigarettes when she couldn't sleep

You were sitting in the bath robe, hair hidden in a hair mask under a satin bonnet and tears slowly daring out. You needed to look pretty.

Covering yourself in another face mask, the liquid substance sticking on your skin and your fingers gently massaging it in.

That’s what you’ve been doing everyday for the last few weeks.

You stopped sneaking into your boyfriends’ room as you did every night, instead you were doing… whatever you want to call this. Let’s call it a bad habit of yours. A new bad habit.

(❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧

Instead you were falling asleep with loud thoughts and tears slowly staining your pillow. Your thoughts were cruel, mean, inexorable. Always telling you that their love is just a prank on you and if you really want to be lovable you need to be pretty, and that you weren’t pretty for love.

Late night heavy thoughts were replaced with James’ (and sometimes Sirius’) morning workout. Just typical cardio. Running on the Quidditch’s field as your lungs were always burning. That was the price of beauty.

“Are you alright, sweet cheek?” James asked between his own gasps as he saw you ‘I’m going to pass out any moment’ position. Hands on your knees, labored shallow breathing and tears burning in your eyes. “Y-yeah,” you breathed out, the breath burning your throat. “Just forgot how to breathe for a bit.” you tried to play it as a joke but James was still worried. “Alright, just catch me if you are too tired.” He leaned down to kiss your sweaty forehead and you couldn’t help but feel disgusting. And disgusted.

James kissed your sweaty forehead. Your ugly forehead where you didn’t practice your morning skin care routine. Your forehead that was now all scrunched up. Your fucking sweaty forehead that was dripping with sweat.

For you, it was derogatory now.

But for you in the past and for James, it was normal and a sign of love. James didn’t care how sweaty you were and how you looked. He loved you whole with his whole huge heart, no matter what. And for you in the past, it would mean the same.

“Do you fancy a shower with me?” James smirked at you towards the shower. It was something you used to do after his games. All four of you. Take a shower where you and Remus pampered James and Sirius. Massaging their scalps and planting small kisses all over each other.

It was something you used to do with James after his training. Taking a quick shower with him, which always turned into a water fight. No one was happy because of that mess afterwards.

And normally you would fancy a shower with James. But the person was no longer in you. You needed to be pretty to have a fancy shower. Anyway, you used trips to bathroom for a different reasons now too.

“No, thank you, Jamie.” you gave him your apology and before he could say something, you ran away to take your own shower.

To wash out the sweat and scrub your whole body to have the smoothest skin in the whole United Kingdom. To have smooth skin like those girls you read about it fan-fictions.

She'd disappear for an hour and a half and when she'd come back she'd brush her teeth

And that went day after day. Meeting James on the morning run and then Sirius on the evening run. Meeting Remus on the afternoon study because no one would date a stupid girl.

“Are you alright?” Remus asked you when he noticed that you’re not there in spirit. You didn’t answer, he reached out his hand, the back of it stroking the side of your shoulder.

“Mhm,” you hummed, only because you heard some noises. Remus sighed, sadness washing over him as he realised that no matter what was happening, he was slowly losing you. They, they were slowly losing you.

He leaned a bit closer to you, his warm fingers hooking under your chin, your eyes locking with his amber eyes. The golden hour played with his hair and eyes, making him look like a fallen angel. So pretty.

And so pretty, but not for you.

“Talk to me, pretty girl.” he said, softly. “Why don’t you talk to me?” His lips turned into one of his sweet smiles. “Talk to me, like you used to.” His fingers found their way to stroke your cold cheek. “So, are you alright?” he raised his eyebrows at you. In his face there was no taunt or mockery, just a lust for knowing what’s really bothering you. There was a worry written in his face.

You opened your mouth but all you could do was to choke on your words. Your lower lip started to wobble and you couldn’t fill your lungs with oxygen.

“N-no.” you squeaked before completely fondling yourself into Remus’ open arms.

No.

Just a simple one word, one sentence that was telling him a whole story. Remus pulled you closer to him, and closer, and closer until you were curled up in his lap. Your arms wrapping around his neck like you’re drowning and he was your saving buoy.

Painful and heart wrecking sobs were escaping your throat and your salty tears were drenching his jumper. But all he ever wanted was you to know that it’s okay. That you could ruin every jumper he owned with your tears if that would cure you.

His warm hands were traveling from your shoulder blades to your lower back, rubbing your loins as he knew that they would hurt you.

His warm and soft hands, on your tender shaking back.

“Shh,” he whispered oh so quietly. “Is going to be alright, darling.” He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting his own tears not to escape in front of you.

“It’s not, it’s not going to be okay.” you sobbed and clutched on his tall figure.

“No no, don’t say that, sweet girl,” he shook his head and a first tear slipped from his closed eyes, running down his cheek and burning on his fresh unhealed scar. “It is going to be okay, alright?” he placed a kiss on the top of your head. He didn’t give you a chance to argue with him before he pleaded: “Look at me,” his voice was desperate. Just like his hands prying your face from his neck.

Remus cupped your face, seeing tears streaming down your face and your lips being curled up in a painful twist. If the room was silent, you could hear Remus’ heart shattering into billion tiny pieces.

“We are going to solve this out, alright?” He looked at you through his light lashes. “You and me,” he continued. “You and me and Jamie and Sirius, okay? We’re not going to let you be alone for this.” Remus promised.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to him, nor even nod, all you could do was to hide in his body again and cry into his jumper.

But I could still smell it on her raggedy teeth

Sirius was playing with Padfoot’s tennis ball, throwing it into the air, trying to reach the ceiling. His eyebrows were knitted together in an intended look.

“I think something’s wrong.” he murmured out of nowhere.

“Wacha mean by that?” Remus looked up from his book, The Shining, still smelling new. “Look at it, mate,” Sirius sat up on his bed, spreading his arms around. “Y/n/n is not here.”

Remus and James glared at him, their faces telling that they already noticed.

“I mean,” Sirius started. “She was there,” he looked at his other boyfriend. “and suddenly she’s not here. Only meeting up with me on my afternoon run and-”

“What did ya say?” James interrupted him and titled his head.

“What?”

“”Bout that run, say it again.”

Sirius blinked at him a few times, completely confused just like every time in position class. Marauders talked about everything. Remus, Sirius and James especially as they all had the love bond. They talked about Quidditch, they talked about studying, they talked about why James ate cheese again when he’s lactose intolerant, they talked about their breathtaking girlfriend. They talked about what to do for the big anniversary, where to take you and if you would fancy a trip to Edinburg… but for some reason they never talked about how you’re sticking up with them through the day.

“She is running with me on afternoon runs,” Sirius nervously chuckled. “What’s wrong with that?” he asked.

The thing about Sirius’ run was… Let’s say that Sirius found a healthy coping mechanism for him. But what was saving him was something that was killing you.

James stood there, blankly staring into the space.

“James, what’s happening?” Remus crawled at the end of the bed to his boyfriend. James didn’t hear him, the ringing was way too loud in his ears, like hundreds of mosquitoes attacking his brain, only experiencing this feeling when he got overwhelmed with the whole world.

Remus reached out for his hand and tucked on his fingers. “Darling boy,” he looked up at him. “What’s going on? Talk to me.” Remus pleaded.

“Y/n/n was on a run with me this morning.” James started. “And yesterday’s morning too.” he breathed in. “And the previous morning too, and that morning too,” he wanted to continue but his voice disappeared into the air as his brain started working with puzzles.

“She was with me yesterday’s afternoon too, and the previous too.” Sirius added, slowly catching in.

“That’s… too much,” James whispered. “And then… I didn’t see her at breakfast. Not for the last few weeks.” James started thinking out loud.

“Oh c’mon, mate, she said she is getting nauseous from breakfast.” Sirius waved in front of him, completely believing your explanation.

But Remus understood. Way more quickly then he would want to.

The way he saw you getting more and more exhausted everyday, the way you excused yourself for bathroom breaks after everything you ate, the way you kept sipping on your water without even reminding. Something was awfully wrong.

“Fuck,” Remus breathed out when he realised. “What?” Sirius and James glared at him.

“Did you notice any suspicious behavior in her?” He asked, quickly opening his bedside table and grabbing his notes and pen, scrambling something down.

“Mmm,” James thought. “Lot’s of drinking?” Sirius brought that up. “Like she is able to drink a whole liter on our afternoon run. Which is weird, she used to drink a whole liter throughout the day, not an hour.”

Remus wrote that piece down, doing his math. It would make sense, it was after lunch and running made you nauseous too anyway. The perfect opportunity.

“Anything other?” He asked.

“Well, for me, it’s not spending time with us. It’s been weeks since we had a sleepover. And sometimes, I see her on a map sneaking into Hogsmeade and always coming back with bags of something.” James added.

“Mhm,” Remus nodded. “That’s really… new and odd.”

“Remus what are you doing?” Sirius asked, trying to sneak glances behind his shoulder.

“Thinking, it’s a very helpful thing.” Remus snearled.

After a few minutes, Remus was done, pinching the bridge of his nose as he was the one wearing glasses.

“I… I’m only assuming, but,” Remus took a deep breath. “It’s obvious Y/n has a problem. On that list there can be issues with food consumption and weight loss. Maybe some shopaholic tendencies too.” He read you out like a book

“But what does she buy?” James asked.

“Maybe… I don’t know.” Remus shook his head.

“So, when are we going to talk to her?” Sirius mumbled, his legs bouncing as his thoughts swirled in his mind. Another fake scenario is coming up about you.

“What time is it?” James asked. “Around 16, do you have any idea where she is?” Remus looked at his boyfriends. “Probably at her place.” They looked at each other, communicating through eyes and suddenly it all clicked. They all got up, ruffling their bed sheets.

They all reached their stairs but Remus stopped, turning around and running back. “Rem! What are you doing? We are running out of time!” Sirius shouted. “Shut up!” Remus barked and ran to his drawer. Ruffling it all over until he found the thing he got back for. Your (his) comfort (not his comfort) sweater. Remus quickly changed it and tidied it up with his fingers. It was a forest sweater with light and red stripes, it was a bit itchy on his skin and people sometimes mocked him for it, but he swore to the Lord that it was a magnet on you. Every time he wore it, you were glued to him for the whole day, always nuzzling your cheek into his chest and always holding him so close.

“Really? You had to change right now?” Sirius chuckled. “You don’t get it.” Remus rolled his eyes.

They ran into your place, knocking on your door and deciding to come in when no one answered.

Maybe you were just taking a nap, listening to some music or forgot to close the door.

However and whatever, they expected everything, but none of them wanted to believe that they would see their girlfriend coming from her bathroom, wiping her mouth into her sleeve that was covered in… god knows stuff. With puffy lips and eyes stained red, looking like she committed the biggest crime ever.

“Loves,” you did hoarse, your throat still burning up.

“What-” Sirius started, shaking his head as everyone had their eyes glued on you, shocked and scared expressions on their faces.

“What have you done…?”

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i-am-robie · 2 years

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ever more light

In the wake of confessing to her sister about her feelings for Lena, Kara doesn't know what to do. She's not convinced that Lena feels the same—even if Alex is—so she decides to run a series of experiments, trying to figure out exactly how her best friend feels about her.

A companion piece to the banks of certain rivers. Set in mid s6, canon compliant until it’s not.

One shot, 9.9k. Featuring mutual pining, plenty of fluff, and more totally gratuitous totally gay touching.

Read it here on ao3

#*checks watch* approximately 9 months after I said I was going to do it here it is!#featuring an endlessly supportive love interest #who really is just hoping all of this might mean what she thinks it does #robie writes

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robitherat · 2 years

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Headcanon: before everything went to shit, Masky on at least one occasion had to finish Tim's college homework, and will a little help from Brian, actually got a good grade on it.

Omg the image of Brian and Masky huddled on the couch or smth while Brian helps them piece shit together.... like i dont think in college Brian would rlly understand Masky a whole lot (if he even knew at all, I go back nd forth on it a lot) but he would definitely be willing to do everything he could to help when they were around. I feel like college coursework would def stress Masky out a whole lot, so i can just see Brian walking in bc he heard like. Thumping or something and Masky is just like. Throwing notebooks/ textbooks or hitting them against things in a fit of rage and Bri is just like. Okaayyyy how abt we don't do that tho. God this is good. Just like. Anything with the others interacting with Masky outside of like. Being tackled or stabbed or whatever yaknow? Treat them gently they're just a little guy........

#robi replies #robi rambles #headcanons #marble hornets #brian thomas #masky marble hornets #tim wright #god thank u anon i love this #im having thoughts abt this i might draw this one or write something for it later well see

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 4 months

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Friendship Sometimes Means Having to Say Sorry

A/N: Because I love a good pansexual Argyle & Dustin bonding. This one shot just popped into my head, and I had to write it. Mike's taking time to be single right now because I love that for him. I tried to fit as many characters as I could and their relationships into one little one shot.

Dustin muttered as he paced in front of Steve’s house. He shook his head and took a deep breath before exhaling. He knocked on the door. A moment later, Eddie opened the door.

"Dustin, did you knock? Since when do you knock?" Eddie asked.

"Who's at the door?" Steve’s voice came from inside.

"It's Dustin!" Eddie called back.

"But there was a knock!" Steve exclaimed. "Are you sure it's Dustin? Because when Robin and I went to Indianapolis, I saw a kid there that I swear looked like Dustin!"

"And what? You think that the kid followed you here all the way back to Hawkins?" Eddie asked.

"What's happening? I was in the bathroom," Robin's voice spoke up.

"Dustin's at the front door!" Eddie yelled back.

"I thought I heard a knock, though? Doesn't he usually just barge in? You know, when Steve and I went to Indianapolis - "

"Okay! I am ending this!" Dustin yelled, barging in.

Dustin huffed as he pushed Robin and Eddie into the living room. He went into the kitchen and dragged Steve out of the room. He pushed Steve down next to Eddie.

"I was making lunch!" Steve exclaimed.

"You were setting a timer! It was in the oven! Besides, this is important," Dustin said. "What do you guys think of me when you look at me?"

"Well, annoying little brother comes to mind," Steve scowled.

"Emphasis on annoying," Robin said.

"No, I mean attraction wise," Dustin said.

"Eww!" The three of them said.

"Like they said, little brother! Plus, waaaayy too young!" Eddie grimaced.

"No! I mean, when you look at me, do you think that I'm straight?" Dustin asked.

"I try not to make assumptions about people's sexualities," Eddie said.

"Really? Because you cried like a baby in my lap when you discovered you were queer and thought that Steve was straight," Robin said.

"I said try, Robin! Judging by my track record in school, I clearly fail a lot," Eddie said. "I'm not perfect."

"You're perfect for me, honey," Steve said.

"Aww, baby," Eddie cooed.

"Okay, guys? Guys?! Stop gazing into each other's eyes for a minute! Okay, yes, you two are adorable! Focus on me! Eyes up here!" Dustin exclaimed, clapping at them. "Jeeze, it's like trying to stop Tews from flirting with that raccoon that eats our trash."

"See! I told you it wasn't just me who thinks Tews is romantically interested in that raccoon!" Eddie exclaimed. "Wait, who's the cat? Me or Steve?"

"Eddie! Do you think I'm straight?" Dustin asked.

"I don't know, are you not straight?" Eddie asked.

"No! And that's the thing! Everyone else is out and about! You guys know this. Will is dating Gareth! El and Max are dating. Lucas apparently thought we all knew he was bisexual. To be fair, Taylor is a pretty gender neutral name. Anyway, that's over now. Mike just came out, and I let that settle before I wanted to start explaining myself to the group, but they didn't really believe me. I think they thought that I was trying not to feel left out. Can you believe that shit?" Dustin snapped. "Apparently, they see me as the only straight guy in the group!"

"What exactly did you tell them?" Robin asked, looking at him in concern.

"That I was attracted more towards people's personality than their gender," Dustin said. "And they also thought I was mocking them, and they kicked me out of Mike's basement."

"That's fucked up of them," Eddie said. "I mean, I can see why they might think that, but they're still assholes for assuming that you, of all people, would do that."

"So, you told them you were pansexual and they kicked you out?" Robin asked.

"There's a word for it?" Dustin asked, his eyes wide and filling up with tears. "There's other people like me?"

"Oh, buddy," Robin said and jumped up to hug him, then glanced at Eddie. "Call Argyle."

Steve hugged Dustin's other side as Eddie went to make a phone call.

"So, you really believe me?" Dustin asked.

"Of course, we do," Steve said and ran his hands through his curls.

"You're our brother," Robin said. "Part of our troop. Part of our pack."

After crying for a while, they managed to get Dustin down to a few sniffles as Robin and Steve squished him in between them on the couch. Eddie leaned against Steve’s side as he pressed a hand on Dustin's head. The timer in the kitchen went off.

"Don't worry, Stevie!" Eddie exclaimed. "Stay there! I'll get the casserole."

Eddie got up and went into the kitchen just as the front door burst open. Argyle skidded into the living.

"Heard the little dude needed me, came right over. Oh, they sent me the wrong size shirt, and I know you like to wear funky shirts too. Here. Yeah, this is definitely going to look good on you," Argyle said.

"Uh, thanks, man," Dustin said as he took the shirt.

Argyle plopped down in front of him on the coffee table.

"So, what's the problem, my curly haired little dude?" Argyle asked.

"Well, we know that you don't have a problem with telling people what you like and that sometimes you forget to tell people. Did you want Dustin to know?" Robin asked.

"Oh, yeah, he's a good egg. I'm pansexual," Argyle said and paused. "Wait, does he know what that means?"

"They just told me because I didn't know that there were other people like me. I didn't even know that there was a word for it," Dustin said.

"Man, all words are made up. There can be a word for anything if you want there to be," Argyle said. "Thank you for telling me."

"Thank you," Dustin said and hugged him tightly. "The others didn't really take it well when I tried to explain it to them."

Argyle pulled back and placed his hands on Dustin's shoulders.

"The great thing about friends is when they realize that they hurt you, they'll sometimes apologize, and apologizing means that they want to be in your life. They want to keep you in theirs, especially if they really are sorry," he said. "Forgiveness means the same thing too."

"Thanks, man," Dustin sniffled and wiped his nose as he set back on the couch.

Robin was handing him tissues as Eddie walked back into the living room. He was still wearing the oven mitts, his hands on his hips.

"So, are we inviting the little shits over to apologize?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," Dustin said.

"Okay, but if it's not good enough, then no casserole for them," Eddie said. "It needs to be as good as when I apologized to Lucas. Shit, it needs to better."

"You made your casserole?" Argyle asked Steve. "I love your casserole!"

"Well, there's plenty if you want to stay," Steve said.

"Thanks, my dude!"

They were all eating around the island in the kitchen when Mike, Lucas, Will, El, and Max all came stumbling in.

"What's he doing here?" Mike asked, scowling at Dustin.

"Waiting for your apology," Robin said.

"He was making fun of us!" Mike exclaimed.

"I thought you knew him well enough that you would know that Dustin Henderson would never do that," Steve said. "You misunderstood what he was trying to tell you because you weren't really listening."

"What was he trying to tell us?" Max asked, her arms crossed.

"I'm pansexual. I'm attracted to people regardless of their gender," Dustin said. "I wasn't trying to make fun of you, I was trying to open up to you as well."

"Shit," Max said, looking guilty. "You're serious."

"Yeah, I'm pansexual, too, man," Argyle said, his mouth full of food.

"We were total assholes to you! We're sorry," Will said.

"We were mouthbreathers?" El asked.

"Yeah, man, but sometimes everyone can be a little bit of a mouthbreather," Argyle said.

"Even you?" El asked.

"Even me, supergirl," Argyle said.

"We are sorry, Dustin," El said and hugged him.

"Yeah, we're sorry," Max said and hugged him. "We love you."

"Did Max Mayfield just tell me she loves me?" Dustin asked.

"We. WE love you, and I'm taking it back," Max said, punching him in the shoulder.

"We're really sorry, man," Lucas said and hugged him tightly.

"No one's perfect, man," Dustin said. "And I get why you might have thought thought that. You guys really want my pansexual ass a part of your lives, huh?"

"YES!" they exclaimed.

They pulled Dustin into their arms, hugging him tightly.

"Not a straight person in this house. Although, if there were, I'd be okay with that. Love is love, man," Argyle said.

Dustin pulled back, wiping happy tears from his eyes.

"So, do they deserve casserole?" Steve asked him.

"Yeah."

Pretty soon, the island was crowded with everyone joining in. It was pretty quiet for a while until Dustin dropped his fork on his plate.

"You know, I'm just realizing this now, but like when I was starting to get to know you guys when I first moved here, I think I developed a crush on Lucas. Then on Will when I started to get to know him," Dustin said thoughtfully. "They're gone now."

"Did you have a crush on me?" Mike asked Dustin, and he stared at him thoughtfully.

"No!" Dustin exclaimed, snapping his fingers at Mike. "But I did have a crush on Nancy!"

"Seriously?!" Mike asked, rolling his eyes.

"You had a crush on Nancy?" Steve asked.

"I thought it would be weird to tell you, considering that she's your ex-girlfriend, and you and Eddie have that deal with her when she comes down from Emerson," Dustin said. "Just out of curiosity, how does that work?"

"What deal?" Mike asked.

"How do you know about that?" Steve asked.

"Oh, I overheard you talking about it with Robin, though I didn't realize that it was supposed to be a secret," Dustin said.

"What deal?" Mike asked.

"Never you mind, Mike. Lucas, do you want to help me clean up?" Dustin asked.

"Sure," he grinned as he helped him clean up. "So, you had a crush on me?"

"It was a long time ago," Dustin said as he started washing the dishes, and Lucas grabbed a towel to dry.

"You know, I had a crush on you back then too," Lucas said.

"What?" Dustin asked.

"Totally. It was just something about you and those curls, man," Lucas said, tucking a curl behind his ear. "You know, you and I are both single. . . "

"Are you asking me out while we're doing the dishes, Lucas?" Dustin asked.

"I don't know, depends on if you want me to ask you out," Lucas said.

"Maybe, if you help me finish cleaning up," Dustin said, flicking water at him.

Lucas laughed and hip checked him. Robin let out a screech.

"Steeeeve, our babies! I can't believe Vickie isn't here to witness this! Instead, she's at some dumb family reunion," Robin said.

"God, I can't believe we ever thought you were straight," Max said.

"They are cute," El said.

"Them fighting over me when I first got here suddenly makes a lot of sense," Max said.

Suddenly the phone rang and Steve went to answer it. Steve laughed when he did.

"Hey, Argy, did you drop everything to get here?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, the little dude needed me," Argyle said. "Why?"

"You were in the middle of a lunch date with Jonathan," Steve replied.

"Oh shit! How mad is he, man?" Argyle asked.

"Not at all. He's laughing his ass off," Steve replied as he hung up the phone and leaned forward on the counter.

"Gotta go, my dudes!" Argyle said. "Gotta face the music."

"Thanks again, Argyle!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Call me if you ever want to talk, little dude!" Argyle waved at Dustin before leaving.

"Love that guy," Eddie said as he draped himself over Steve’s back. "I'm glad he could help our kid."

"You all helped me," Dustin said.

"I guess I'm just never going to learn about the deal you guys have with my sister," Mike muttered.

"It's better that you don't," Eddie patted his back.

Dustin laughed as he leaned into Lucas. He never felt closer to his family than he did right now. The only one he had left to tell was his mom, but somehow, he figured she already knew. Dustin felt lighter than air.

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enigmarain · 9 months

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From White to Black

Robbie was sitting in his room and sighing sadly. He was a terrible loser who had no friends or love interest..

He was playing some kind of game on his phone, which he soon got tired of. After deleting the game, he decided to look on the Internet for something else interesting to download.

Suddenly, an advertising window appeared that advertised some kind of application called Chroniwak. Out of curiosity, Robbie clicked on the advertising window.

He was immediately transferred to the page of the Chronivac website, where it is written that the application is free and available for download. After reading the reviews, Robbie did not understand what this application does - is it just mounting photos?

Still interested in the application, the teenager clicked on the download button. It didn't take up as much memory as Robbie thought.

And when it downloaded, and Robbie launched the application, he saw a strange interface - a window where it says "photo of the object", and at the bottom a text box with the classic instruction "enter text in a line".

A hint appeared next to the photo window, which said that he need to take a full-length photo and preferably without clothes.

Deciding to try, Robbie took a full-length photo (in his underpants) and fixed it in the "object photo" window. He clicked on the text field and thought about it. Is this really a description?

There was another hint in which it was written that you need to enter the required changes. Robbie, however, decided that it was something like a neural network that modifies the photo according to what is written in the line.

He decided to write to make his hair dark and curly. As a result, Robbie saw that in the photo his straight blond hair had really become curly and brown in color. These changes looked as if he actually had such hair.

As a result, Robbie saw that in the photo his straight blond hair had really become curly and brown in color. These changes looked as if he actually had such hair.

The boy looked at it in surprise, scratched his head. Robbie decided to check out other, more serious changes. He texted:

"Black skin, purple underpants, 21 years old, athletic build, tattoo "Sexy" on the chest."

When he finished, he saw that the photo really began to change - Robbie had a tattoo on his chest, his muscles became more massive, stubble appeared on his face. As a result, a pumped-up black guy in purple underpants with a tattoo on his chest appeared in place of a skinny white boy in the photo.

Robbie was surprised by this - he had changed beyond recognition in the photo, so he also changed the way he imagined. Robie came up with an idea that made him blush, but still decided to write:

"Horse dick and balls"

In the photo, the guy really even had a groin changed - it was visible in his underpants. Robbie got a boner at the sight of this sexy guy.

The boy looked at the photo with surprise and decided to save it. A green "save changes" button and a red "cancel" button appeared under the text field.

He pressed the green button, a warning appeared:

"Are you sure you want to save the changes?"

Robbie pressed yes without hesitation. A blue circle appeared with a white check mark inside and the inscription: "Successfully saved".

Deciding to take a break, Robbie put his phone in his pocket and went to the toilet. Along the way, he felt something strange - as if everything around him had become smaller, but it turned out that it was the boy who had grown up.

Then his skin seemed to catch fire and something seemed to dig into his chest. Robbie was afraid of this and, leaning against the wall, was breathing heavily.

He squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his hands into fists and clenched his teeth to endure the pain. When suddenly everything passed - the body stopped burning, the chest no longer hurts.

Exhaling with relief, the guy opened his eyes and hurried to the toilet. Running inside, he noticed other changes that had happened to him - he turned black!

He stood in surprise and looked at himself. How... How? What?

Robbie could feel the muscles pulling at his clothes. The sound of tearing fabric, and the guy was standing in his underpants, which were also stretched and threatened to tear from the changed penis and balls.

His underpants also changed before his eyes - they turned from green to purple, and much larger. He was sweating all over from it and breathing heavily until the changes stopped.

The boy first looked at himself, and then in the mirror - a black muscular guy with short dark hair and a tattoo inscription on his chest looked at him from the mirror. Robbie touched his face in bewilderment and made sure that it was really him.

"It can't be," Robbie said in a lower voice, "how can it be?"

He could hear the front door open and close-his parents had come. The boy panicked because he didn't know what would happen to him. How will parents react to it?

"Robbie, we're here," his mom said, "I brought heavy bags. Take them, please.

- I ... yes, okay, - Robbie replied, until he realized that he had done something stupid - his voice is different now.

But then suddenly his mother calmly said:

- Hurry up, I bought your favorite ice cream.

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FWtB: Shower (Chapter 2)

FWtB: Body update (Chapter 3)

FWtB: Loving mommy (Chapter 4)

FWtB: Caring Daddy (Chapter 5)

FWtB: Revenge on the bully (Chapter 6)

FWtB: Ordinary day (Chapter 7)

#chronivac #male transformation #musclegrowth #racial change

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to-be-spared · 2 years

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Prompt: Not sure if this counts as a prompt, but Kim seeing Chay with eyeliner for the first time and losing his mind.

thank you @ddroad72, i hope this is somewhat close to what you had in mind! And thank you so much for indulging my request for prompts :)

KimChay, mostly fluff, 700 something words. hope you enjoy!

I might have to tell you something

Chay looks towards the ceiling, trying his best not to blink, not to tear up.

It’s just extremely difficult when Khun keeps poking his eye with a pencil.

“You are absolutely certain –”

“Yes,” Khun says, without letting him finish. The tip of his tongue is poking out from the corner of his lip. His left hand is using Chay’s cheek as support as his right hand holds the pencil uncomfortably close to Chay’s eye.

Chay hears Porsche snicker.

“Shut up,” he says, and it’s almost impressive how much indignation he manages to convey through two words considering he’s not allowed to move.

Khun turns towards Porsche, slowly.

Porsche pretends to lock his lips and throw away the key.

“I think it really suits you,” Kinn says, wrapping his arm around Porsche’s waist. Perhaps he’s trying to contain him, and Chay thinks good luck.

Khun’s lips curl in a pleased smile: “Of course it suits him.” He takes a step back, leaning his head to the side. “You boys won some kind of genetic lottery,” he sighs.

“Thank you,” Porsche says, smug.

“I miss the days when I could stick him in a mermaid costume and leave him to soak in a pool,” Khun tells Chay, eye-pencil pressing against his temple. “Go.” he waves him out of the chair, “We are not going to be late.”

Everyone yells surprise as soon as he steps into the bar, and Kim stops dead in his tracks.

He’s kind of offended that they thought they could actually surprise him, but he’ll pretend. For Chay.

So his eyes widen and he stands agape for a few seconds. He thinks that should be enough and he walks further into the bar. Kinn gives him a one-armed hug, says: “Happy birthday.” and maybe Kim doesn’t hate this.

And then he sees Chay.

And he thinks fuck.

Chay is a few steps away, twisting his fingers, wearing an unapologetic smile and a long-sleeved sheer shirt, embroidered roses climbing up his arms, almost reaching for the hair that’s curling slightly above his shoulders. His eyes flicker with the low lights of the bar, bright bright bright against his make-up.

“Somebody should check if he’s still alive,” someone says. Someone being Macau.

Kim flips him off without looking at him.

Chay smiles, shy and proud, shyness for the crowd and pride for Kim, and Kim thinks maybe someone should check on him. He thinks his heart is trying to beat out of his veins.

“Hi,” Chay says.

“Hi,” Kim says. He doesn’t know what to look at first.

“Happy birthday.” Chay steps closer, and the more confident he looks the more Kim thinks he might steal him, take him, keep him.

Chay is close enough that Kim can reach out and touch and check that he’s real.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs.

And Chay laughs, open and delighted and shy, hiding between Kim’s jaw and his shoulder, and Kim wraps his arms around him tight enough that he can try to convince himself all over again.

He doesn’t know how, but Chay seems pretty real.

“Did you like my surprise?” Khun asks, all fake innocence and smugness.

Kim hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of Chay for the whole night. “You have ruined my life.”

“You are so welcome,” Khun says, lips wrapped around his straw, looking extremely satisfied.

“Did you like your surprise?”

“I did. A lot.”

“You knew, didn’t you?”

Kim smiles apologetically, and Chay rolls his eyes.

“No, I did,” Kim says, his thumbs moving in slow circles on Chay’s sides, following the slow beat of the music. “I liked it. Even if it wasn’t that surprising.”

“Good,” Chay says, like he’ll take his victories where he can get them. “Khun says you never celebrate, so.”

“So?” Kim tilts his head to the side. Maybe because he’s a little bit of an asshole and his boyfriend has too much patience for him and maybe he wants to know how come Chay is real for someone like him.

But Chay doesn’t even hesitate. “So I thought you deserve to be celebrated.”

Kim’s deep breath is, fuck, resigned, hell, maybe he’ll have to start believing him – he exhales into an exhilarated smile that he hides against Chay’s lips, and Chay kisses him back, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.

Someone – Macau – wolf-whistles, and Porsche says: “Alright, alright.”, and Kim lets Chay bury his smile against his shoulder, and he feels so young. He feels so happy.

#kimchay #kimchay fanfiction #kinnporsche fanfiction #kinnporsche the series #robi writes stuff #sorry if there are any mistakes english isn't my first language and also i am about to fall asleep 👀

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astermath · 9 months

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hey aster, happy 1k!!! love your work and you fully deserve all the love��💗

so i’m sending in a prompt from idiots to lovers (“you’re so cute.” “what did you just say?” “i said you look like a boot.”) for robin buckley because this literally SCREAMS her

aww tysm that’s so sweet, hope you enjoy and ty for sending in a request! <3

♡ aster's 1K celebration ♡

wc: 0.9K

tags: lovestruck robin, crushing, fem!reader (duh), just some pining lol, not rlly proofread! normal sized font below

Robin is a girl that tends to fall hopelessly in love. She can’t simply have a crush, or think someone is cute, no, she always falls head over heels, straight into a vat of hearts and sappy confessions.

And usually that’s fine, that works for her. Her crushes give her a reason to go to school, to get stuff done, to put extra effort into her appearance. But she tends to admire from a distance. She knows how much she talks, and how hard it is to stop talking too.

That’s why she usually just sticks to looking at you from a distance, cheek leaning against the palm of her hand as she daydreams about the dates you could go on. In the timeline where she musters up the courage to talk to you.

But it seems that the universe has other plans. The universe being your English teacher, and the plans being a duo project about a country of your choosing.

You couldn’t choose your groups, which you didn’t mind, you could work with just about anyone. You’re smart, you could probably do this whole thing by yourself.

But to Robin, this was a huge deal. She’d never even talked to you before, besides the one time she had to apologise for bumping into you in the hallway. She still dreams about that interaction.

And now she’s gone for embarrassingly daydreaming about you to sitting in your room, surrounded by books about Italy, writing down interesting facts and discussing the order of the presentation.

But her mind is only halfway there. It’s hard to focus on wine, Rome, and pasta when you’re sitting right in front of her like this. The sunlight coming through the window is hitting your skin just right, she can smell your perfume, and your PJ shorts are the cutest she’s ever seen.

“So, do you have anything to add, or can I start writing out my part of the presentation already?”

“You look so cute.” The words leave her lips before they can even register in her own brain. It’s like her body has decided it needs to tell you how adorable you look, without her mind being able to pull the brakes at all.

You look up, quirking an eyebrow, clearly confused by what you’ve heard. “Sorry, what did you just say?”

“Ah! I, uh—“ She sits up straighter, her eyes averting to the papers scattered in front of her, cheeks tinging pink from embarrassment. She’s not great at coming up with excuses, but she doesn’t exactly have a choice right now.

“I said you uh… You look like a boot.”

Shit.

She could have slapped herself right then and there.

'Seriously, Buckley? A boot? That’s the best thing you could come up with? Not fruit, or something else nice?'

“Oh,” You look up, scratching the back of your neck for a moment. “Well, like a nice boot?”

“What qualifies as a nice boot?”

“I don’t know,” you smile, leaning backwards onto your hands. “I like cowboy boots. And gogo boots are cute too.”

“Huh. I see.” She tries not to make it seem like a big deal, but she enjoys learning small things like this about you.

A few moments pass, and she’s already got her nose shoved back into a book while you try to write down a good introduction.

“Did you actually have something to add though?” You ask, looking up from your paper.

“To the presentation?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, I don‘t know.” She puts the book down, thinking it over for a moment. “Maybe that the word America comes from the Italian language?”

"Huh, seriously? That's really cool." You smile, and it makes the blood rush straight to her cheeks again. You're already noting it down under the 'fun facts' section of the presentation, your pen scribbling away as Robin tries to compose herself.

"Yeah, uh, Vespucci came up with it. Italian explorer." She fiddles with the bit of frayed fabric at the hem of her shirt to keep her hands busy.

"You're really smart, aren't you?" You flash her another smile, and she thinks it actually might kill her this time. There's no way someone could look this pretty.

"Oh, uhm... I-- I guess." She chuckles bashfully. "You're pretty smart too, though. You always know the answers to like, every question in class. Even though you never raise your hand."

You grin, knowing damn well that's out of pure laziness and not shyness at all. "Yeah, I guess so. 'M glad I got stuck with you on this assignment though. You're full of interesting facts, Buckley."

She smiles, averting her eyes in hopes of not looking like the complete lovestruck fool she is. "Yeah, well, maybe I'll teach you some Italian here and there too."

"Wait-- you speak Italian?" You sit up straight, eyes practically sparkling after finding out this new juicy bit of information.

"Well, only halfway so, but I like learning languages. Keeps the brain juicy, you know?"

You chuckle at that, leaning your elbows onto your knees and letting your cheeks rest on your palms. "You're somethin' else, you know that Buckley?"

"You're one to talk."

"Well, you did say I looked like a boot. I guess that counts as 'something else'."

The both of you start laughing, and suddenly she doesn't feel so bad about her slipup from earlier anymore. Or this project. Bless the universe for putting her in your room that day.

#robinmath #aster writes stranger things #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley #robin buckley stranger things #robin buckley fic #robin buckley oneshot #aster's 1K celebration!

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reanimatedgh0ul · 2 years

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it's such an L for me that there's barely if not any fics exclusively abt gray ghost where danny's also trans and/or him and valerie are bi

#i want to know that ppl are writing and interpreting them in a queer way ok #robi rambles

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fairydares · 9 months

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Gruvia Fan Content Prompt Idea List

well, some people seemed interested when i said i'd make a post with a list of Gruvia fan content prompts, so I'm making it! I'll warn you, though: I don't really like the way ideas are shared on typical prompt lists so mine might not be to you guys' tastes:

AU where Juvia joined Fairy Tail first and was the one to inspire Gray to join the guild. Some of you might recognize this as a previous post of mine, where the idea is more fleshed out, but I don't mind at all if anyone else takes it as a prompt and uses the idea to write their own story.

Gruvia-centric Stone Age Omake fic. There's tons for Nalu but only one I found that's Gruvia, Learning to Love by starryfairyjedi, which is excellent but the author hasn't finished it quite yet.

Pregnancy fic. ik ik, another unoriginal idea. There are tons of these, but I think that's true for a reason. A scenario where Juvia accidentally gets pregnant forces Gray to commit in a way he avoids throughout the series. Plus also that guy just has a ton of untapped worry-wort dad potential. It's tragic, really.

Forced to live together. Who doesn't love these kinds of fics? As for why Gray and Juvia have to live together...maybe Fairy Hills got destroyed during Alvarez or by another Dark Guild, and when Gajeel offered to let Juvia stay with him, Gray stepped in to offer up his own place in a moment of irrational jealousy. There's a lot of potential for humor with Juvia's various Gray paraphernalia, plus it would be a chance for them to address feelings about their previous cohabitation.

Playing off the last one: AU where Juvia's an informant targeted by the mafia and Gray is the FBI agent tasked with protecting her. Therefore, they are forced to live together in a safe house.

Grease-esque AU. Juvia could be one of those rollerskating waitresses and Gray and Natsu could be race car drivers/rivals. Sides of other pairings would work well with this one, like if Lucy and Erza were also waitresses.

Juvia meets Edo-Greige somehow. This would be so cute! How would she wind up meeting him? Well...i don't know, lol. It'd be interesting if she wound up in Edolas accidentally and Gray had to go rescue her. In the meantime, she could interact with Edo Gray and Juvia, also...that's a moment we never really got to see in the series.

Juvia and Lyon wind up paired for a mission and Gray follows them out of jealousy.

Assassin AU where Gray's the assassin and Juvia's the target. Good potential for a steamy fight scene and ultimate cuteness when Gray refuses to kill her.

Pirate and Mermaid AU. a lot of fics have elements of this dynamic but i don't think i've seen one that's really Gruvia-centric and about the love story. would make a great oneshot or short multichapter fic imo.

Juvia's a nymph who cares all alone for her forest since the other nymphs died, until one day, an Ice Demon Slayer, injured in battle, drifts into her forest via river on a slab of wood. The forest urges her to kill him, but Juvia is unable to kill the first man she's ever seen. While she nurses him back to health, they fall in love. Lots of potential for romance/humor with the whole "Juvia's never been around people, especially men, and doesn't get personal space" thing, a bit like the Stone Age Omake idea.

MHA/BNHA AU where they meet as heroes-in-training or young pro heroes in the field.

Fake Dating. Kind of a sucker for these, ngl. Would be even better (in my personal opinion) if it was an AU so this was how they met.

UFC/MMA AU. Few different potential ideas with this one. Could be Juvia falling in love with Gray from the audience while he fights Natsu, a mixed-gender version of the UFC where Gray and Juvia fight each other, or Gray gets a crush from the audience watching Juvia fight someone (I'd personally love to read this one).

Gray and Juvia meet as kids. Would be really cute if little Gray comforted Juvia about her rain.

Robin Hood AU. The Fairy Tail ethos goes well with Robin Hood's. You could have it where Juvia serves as a knight for King John (/Jose?) but abandons the kingdom for Robin Hood's cause when she meets Gray.

If I think of more, I'll add to this list or maybe make another one! Feel free to use any of these/apply them to any ship. I'd love if you lmk you used one of them or tagged me or whatever, but if you're not comfortable with that you don't have to. I may use my own prompts one day, too, especially the Stone Age Omake ones, the nymph one, and the Edo Greige one. I'm totally fine with us having written the same idea if you are.

See also this set of romantic prompt lists. Actually, just see their master post of prompts, literally my favorite blog for this sort of thing.

#fairy tail #gruvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #jerza #nalu #gajevy #fraxus #miraxus

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