#thx for sticking with me through the year

[camilleisdrawing]

Happy New Year 2024!!

#camilleisdrawing #digital art #fanart #digital illustration #digital painting #sengen #asagiri gen #ishigami senku #dr stone #doctor stone #dr stone fanart #happy new year #thx for sticking with me through the year #and for my countdown friends -- through this doodle as I rushed outside to see the fireworks with my family last night #anime fanart #manga fanart

[ytsunodabrainrotbaybee]

So yeah because of the dad yuki what about a fic about the reader and yuki finding out that they are pregnant because the reader felt sick and everything and yeah so super fluffy.

Thx

You get it. 😌

You didn’t skip out on races. Every weekend you were in the garages watching Yuki’s drive.

Last week you got sick and stayed home. This week, you’re still sick. So from Italy, you’re watching the Japanese Grand Prix. Half asleep and still nauseous.

You don’t finish it, before the 20th lap you fall asleep. The kind of sleep where you don’t really know where you are when you wake up.

You wake up to Yuki sat next to you, a hand on your back. In the light that’s drilling into the deepest parts of your eyes, you can kind of make out a box in his other hand. Unable to decipher what’s on the box when your eyes finally adjust, you search around in the blankets for your glasses.

formulawhat

formulawhat PSA: Second race in a row that Y/N hasn’t been seen. WHERE is my mom??

uhohspaghettio I can’t be a child of divorce.

formulawhat This can’t be happening 😭

wompsquared Wellllll they did get married last year…….

uhohspaghettio Wait-

formulawhat Baby Tsunoda?? yourinsta PLEASE come back.

waewaewae When the world needed her most, she vanished

“I can’t see, oh god”

“You’re fine, lay back”

His voice is low, he’s careful with you. He’s normally careful when you get sick. It takes a lot to put you down for more than maybe a day at a time.

His fingers brush your hair from your face.

“What’re you thinking?” You ask, sitting up despite him urging you not to.

“I talked to your mom,” his attention is back on the box in his hand, “she said she got sick like this when she was pregnant with you.”

“How long have you been sitting on this?”

“Since last weekend?”

“So you went out, still in Australia, and got some pregnancy tests?”

“Mom got them,” he stared down at the box, messing with the tape holding it shut, “had them waiting for me the moment I landed in Japan.”

You pull yourself up, leaning against him. “We don’t need to worry about that,” you take the box and set it behind you, “I just caught a bug.”

He doesn’t believe you. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t even look up at you. Just continues, staring down at his hands. Those wheels in his head turning.

“I’ll take one just to prove it,” you one up the box and grab a test out, waving it in front of him.

His smile is soft. You can’t decipher what it is he’s thinking. While usually you can read him like a book.

“When was your last period?”

You resort to counting on your hands. You attributed it to stress. With the work you’ve been doing, busy season at your accounting firm and whatnot.

And that slight weight gain? You work an office job. You always end up gaining some weight during the busy season.

“Not since last season ended, right?”

His expression still unreadable, as he sets a hand on your arm. His thumb rubs circles into your skin. A second goes by before you’re up and in the bathroom.

Waiting those three minutes is odd. You left the stick on the counter in the bathroom, the two of you sitting on the bed.

Staring. At each other.

“It’s probably ready now.”

His hand leaves your knee to gesture to the bathroom.

“You do it I’m nervous.”

He nearly trips into the bathroom door. He’s yelling at you from the bathroom. Those unreadable expressions and nervous fidgeting come together. They make more sense now.

He almost seems relieved, when he’s picking you up off of the bed.

“He’s not gonna be a race car driver.”

Yuki rolls his eyes. “She’s gonna be the next Ayrton Senna”

He sits down, still holding onto you. One hand is at your waist, the other combing through your hair. His eyes staring into yours, shifting from one to the other.

yukitsunoda0511

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yukitsunoda0511 mom’s alive.

yourinsta Traveling. Not good for the baby.

formulawhat BABY TSUNODA

lewishamilton Can’t wait to see the kiddo around the paddock!

maxverstappen1 Knew it.

uhohspaghettio Baby bat 😌

#yuki tsunoda x oc #yuki tsunoda #yuki tsunoda x y/n #yt22 #yuki x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader #yuki tsunoda imagine #baby Tsunoda #pregnant reader

[nicohischierz]

Sister (Luke’s twin) Hughes who plays college hockey and is good but is more focused on her schooling than actually going anywhere with hockey, they’re all at home for sometbing and Ellen and Jim come home from last minute shopping to the four of you playing hockey in the basement, competitive as always, somehow they got you to play goalie and Ellen snaps a couple photos before you guys realise. Later that night you’re all looking through old family photos and she compares the photos of you all playing hockey as kids and now. Just warm fluffy family type stuff! Make my heart melt pls and thx

it wasn’t a shock to others that you were a brilliant hockey player as well. to be fair, it was in your blood.

although you and luke both vouched to play goalie when you were younger, you were the only one that stuck through it.

somewhere down the line, hockey became an extracurricular for you and not your future.

your family was still extremely supportive of your decision to focus on school. you’d been approached by a pwhl coach to know if you were interested but you denied.

school was your main priority and hockey was your second.

whilst your love for hockey wasn’t as strong as your brothers, you were still as competitive as them.

“hold on why do you get an actual goalie and i get luke?” jack whined.

you and quinn had paired up in your mini sticks battle, with jack and luke being the other team. “because i’m the oldest and she’s the youngest. it makes sense,” quinn argued.

jack continued to moan about how unfair the teams were. but you and quinn rolled your eyes whilst luke ignored his brother.

when ellen and jim walked into a silent house they were terrified.

silence in the hughes household either meant murder or you guys were gone. but given that all of your cars were parked outside, ellen concluded it was murder.

the hughes matriarch ran to the basement and was met with the sights of her twenty year old children playing mini sticks.

the hughes trophy up on the mantle as you pushed jack for blocking your view.

“move your fat ass out of my face!” you exclaimed.

“you should count yourself lucky, many girls want to see this ass,” jack quipped.

“no. people want to see crosby’s ass jack, not yours!” you retorted.

ellen shook her head and snapped a couple photos to show her husband before letting you and quinn celebrate your victory.

when the four of you went upstairs you were greeted to the sounds of your parents watching old home videos. all you’d photo albums out on the table.

“having a trip down memory lane?” quinn asked.

ellen smiled at her oldest and gestured for you guys to sit down.

“i saw you guys playing mini sticks and it reminded me of when y/n/n used to cry when jacks pucks went a little too close to her and luke would attack his brother, despite being on the same team,” she recalled.

luke wrapped his arms around your shoulder “we’re twins, we stick together,” he puffed out his chest proudly.

jack rolled his eyes and rubbed your hair.

the rest of the night was spent recalling old memories and watching home videos.

including the one where you taunted a boy, you didn’t know he would be your boyfriend in the future.

#hughes sister imagine #luke hughes blurb #jack hughes blurb #quinn hughes blurb #nicohischierz request

[mingiswow]

Pynk | Ahn Hyejin

Pairing: Hwasa x fem!reader

Words: +2,8k

Genre: fluff, established relationship, smut, first time

Smut warning: first time having sex, oral (reader receiving), fingering, strapon use, unprotected sex (queer people gets stds too, practice safe sex everybody), multiple orgasms,

⚠ MINORS DNI! If you’re under the age of 18 and/or don’t feel comfortable reading that type of content, I have a lot of other content here.

⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there’s any mistake. And you can always tell me what’s wrong.

A/n: thx anon for another request and sorry it took me so long. My mind has been weird lately and my adhd has been killing me. Hope you like that 🫶

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You sighed as you felt your girlfriend’s hands running up and down your now naked legs, getting so close from the part where the fire was coming from. She chuckled at how sensitive you were. Hwasa was barely touching you and you were already losing it. How cute.

It was supposed to be one of your traditional movie nights. It has been almost half a year since you and Hyejin started dating and one of your favorite activities was staying at home, watching movies, maybe drinking some wine, maybe eating some snacks, but all you needed was each others’ company. It was supposed to be just the two of you cuddling and watching the pick of that night, portrait of a lady on fire, she promised you you’d enjoy. She forgot to say how.

She figured out you were a virgin quite a while ago. It wasn't something hard to see to be honest, how you got flushed every time she touched you a bit harder or squeezed your thighs. How you would shudder when she would purposefully run her finger like feathers through your arm or waist. Pores bristling and a hint of tint on your cheeks. It was cute though.

So when a more heated scene between the protagonists started, she felt you fidget in between her legs, a smirk dancing on her lips. Hyejin held your legs in place, squeezing the soft skin and without realizing you left a whine.

“What is it, baby?” she asked, provoking you, hands on your crotch, touching the waistband of your panties. “I can’t guess what you want if you don’t tell me” you whined, hips raising with neediness.

But you couldn’t say anything. Too shy. Too horny. Too needy. All you could do was whine and grab her arms, trying to move them to your core.

“I won’t do anything before you tell me what you want, princess.” she lifted her body to get to your ear, whispering seductively, “How will I know how to fuck you if you don’t tell me? Besides, your consent is key”.

You almost cried when she licked the spot behind your ear to the pulse in your neck. You could feel your panties sticking to your labia, heat pooling the more she provoked you.

You reunited all the strength and bravery you could have inside of you before stuttering the words.

“T-touch… please” she grinned at you.

“Where, my love?”

“Here” you grabbed her hand and put on top of your pantie, immediately feeling the light blue cotton stick to you even more with the weight.

“You want me to touch your pussy?” you nodded eagerly, eyes glossy with need. Hwasa pulled your panties down and you hissed the sudden cold air. “See? Was it that hard?” you nodded and she giggled at you. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll take care of you, ok? I’ll make sure your first time will be perfect”.

You threw your head back because as soon as she finished speaking her finger moved from bottom to top collecting your juices. The sensation of having someone else’s finger in you being almost overwhelming. In the best way possible. She was slow, too slow for your taste. But to say she was as overwhelmed as you as an understatement.

She loved you. Loved you with all her heart. And, for her, to know that you trusted her enough to let her be the first one to make love to you was beyond what her heart could handle.

The first thing Hyejin did was to play with your clit, slowly circling the hardened bud with the tip of two of her fingers. Low moans started to slip past your lips, eyes closed just enjoying the pleasure. Her eyes were fidgeting between looking at your face to see your reactions, so she could not only learn what you liked but admire your pleasured face, and your glistening opening.

The woman replaced her fingers in your clit with her mouth, her name leaving your mouth without a second thought, your hands flying to her hair. Her plump lips sucked harshly on your already very stimulated clit, tongue licking along, making you feel things you never felt before. Your mind was starting to fog up and become blank. You couldn’t think of anything else besides her movements on you. She was feasting out of you like a starved woman, like you were her last meal.

You almost exploded when she inserted her middle finger inside your hole, her long finger reaching places you never had by yourself. You felt that knot that you barely could reach whenever you touched yourself starting to tighten up. So fast. You thought to yourself but the overwhelming delicious experience was almost too much for you.

“C-lose” you stuttered, voice hoarse with how much you had moaned and whined so far. If you kept at this rate you’d not speak the next day.

Hwasa didn’t say anything, she just added another finger to your hole, filling you up with her digits. So so good. She started pumping in and out with such rapidity, the long fingers scissoring and opening your walls. It would hurt if it wasn't for the fact that she kept her mouth on your clit, her left hand had long ago sneaked under your crop shirt to squeeze and pinch your nipple. Pleasure taking over your body, mind going completely blank.

Without a warning you felt the knot finally snapped and you came all over your girlfriend’s face and fingers, the lewd squelching sound coming from under you as she kept fingering and eating you through your high. Your legs were shaking, trembling, closing around her head. But she didn’t seem to care. No. She was loving the pressure around her, your full thighs rubbing against her, your sweaty skin hugging her, invading her senses, her own pussy wet, pulsing around nothing with just the sight of you, her oh so innocent virgin girlfriend being broken, corrupted by her and only her. The power trip she was having was going all the way down to her pussy and she swore she could cum untouched.

“T… Too… mu-” you tried to tell her to stop, but you had no strength left in your body, no voice, no air.

She detached her mouth from your clit and you moaned with the lack of pressure against it.

“I know baby, but I know you can give another one, huh?” she left tiny soft kisses against your thighs, so contrasting to the fierce movements of her finger against your already abused walls. “I love you so much, yn. Thank you for trusting me” you nodded, her words filling your weak brain and going down your pulsing walls. “Cum for me again and I’ll let you rest. Just one more, you’ll see how good you’ll feel”.

It was like her words were magic to you but all her praise and softness got you cuming all over again, the sensation washing you over, your back arching and a louder moan leaving your mouth, her name a mantra in your lips as she ate everything your pussy gave her. If it was anyone else you’d think it was weird, even gross, but she was so hot slurping between your legs.

“Such a good girl for me, so so good” she gave a long lick across your vulva and you shuddered. “God, I could eat you out all night” she chuckled, licking the remains of your juices from her face. “But I need to let my baby girl rest, too much for you, right?” you nodded, eyes zoned out but somehow still focused on her.

Hyejin moved from the place between your legs to your face, lowering herself and kissing you deeply, calmly, lovingly, making you taste yourself against her tongue, the taste making you go dizzy all over again.

“B-babe” you called her, eyes closed with embarrassment. She just hummed, her lips against your neck already. “You…” the words got stuck on your throat. “You didn’t…” she chuckled at your sudden shyness.

“I didn’t what?” her fingertips dancing against your skin, goosebumps rising.

“You didn’t… cum” the last word came as a whisper and she smirked, her eyes becoming impossibly dark and big.

“You want me to cum?” you nodded at her question, cheeks heating up. “But tonight is about you, baby” she moved some stray hairs that were stuck in your face with the sweat.

“But… it’s unfair” she smiled, even completely fucked out, tired and wasted, you thought about her. About her pleasure.

“Let’s go to the bedroom and we’ll both cum, okay?” you nodded eagerly. “Can you stand up?” you tried to get on your feet alone but it was hard, your legs weak. “Did I eat you weak?” She smirked and chuckled at you.

“Shut up” you said under your breath but allowed her to carry you to her bedroom, laying your body on top of the soft mattress. “We should have come here before starting anything” you two laughed a little.

She looked around for something in her wardrobe, finding a box and grabbing something from inside. Your body starting to regain some of its strength but you were sure you were about to lose it again.

When Hyejin turned around you saw a strapon in her hand, the black leather of the belts shining while the purple dildo hung from its front. You also noticed there was another dildo on the inside part. That’s what she meant by both of you cumming.

“I know you’ve never been with anyone before but I also know you’re not a saint yourself” she said, a smug smile on her lips as she was spilling the darkest of your secrets. “Have you ever put a dildo on yourself” you denied.

Which was true, you masturbated, you’re not a prude to that extent, but you only used your fingers, toys were expensive and the only one you had was a little wand you got as a gift from your best friend but it was only used on your clit.

“Do you think you can take it? It’s the smallest in my collection and I know you are too tired to even think about learning how to eat me out today” you laughed at her words, but she was right, you were too tired and your brain still foggy from the previous actions. So that’s what people meant when they said sex is a work out. “We can always stop, baby” she took the loose hairs out of your face and caressed the skin with her fingertips. You could smell yourself in them.

“I want to… I want to go all the way in” you pulled her face to yours and kissed her, breathing in her scent. You were so deeply in love with her that you could jump inside a volcano and still feel like nothing happened as long as she was by your side. “I want you to enjoy this as much as I do”

“My baby, always thinking of me” she smiled at you, giving the tip of your nose a kiss.

“I love you, Hyejin” you said, smile still on your faces. It wasn’t the first time you said that, but every time felt like it.

“I love you too, yn. A lot”.

She left her position on your side on the bed and took her clothes off. You could swear she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her body, her skin, her smile, every curve and indent, every mark and stretch. She was a sight to behold. And you could cum just by seeing her naked. Your mind couldn’t stop but wonder how she would taste, would her pussy taste as sweet as her mouth? Would her breast be as soft on your mouth as they are when you hug?

Your mind was all over her and if you weren’t so fucked out already and wet for the fact she was about to penetrate you for the first time, you’d have thrown her in the bed and begged her to teach you how to please her.

Hwasa moaned a little when the small dildo entered her and you hadn’t even noticed she was with the strap already put on. The last strap being tied up. How could she look even hotter with a fucking purple dildo hanging from her? You could never know her secret. All you knew was that she was yours. All yours. And you were hers.

She squeezed a bit of lube on the dildo, spreading with her hands on the shaft. Your mouth watering with sight.

“Next time I’ll make you gag on it babe,” she took you out of your trance, positioning herself in between your legs, “but for now, I’ll just fuck you good”.

“Please” the plea came low, whiny, a whisper of wind from your lungs as you waited for her action.

The woman just smirked and positioned the tip of the small dildo against your entrance. You sucked a breath but nodded for her anyways, ready for it. Her right hand started to play with your clit while the left one guided the shaft inside of you.

It burned. But not like fire was on your skin. More like your entire body was inside this box filled with Hyejin naked and sweaty with her dildo hanging high from her legs as she moaned your name. It felt so good having her guide you through this. You were more than ready to give it all to her and receive everything she had to give it to you.

It wasn’t hard for her to bottom out the strap, your wet walls and the lube helped a lot, not only that by the fact you were extremely relaxed and comfortable with her.

It didn’t take much for her to start moving, your moans mixing with each other. Every thrust she gave into you, the smaller dildo inside of her angled just right and the hard leather rubbed against her enlarged clit. She was so deprived and so edged from all your little teasing and games for the past weeks that it didn’t take much for her to come undone before you.

Her bouncing boobs were a sight and you couldn’t help just to grab her body and bring closer to you so you could suck on her nipples and leave love bites all around them. The salty taste of the sweat on her skin making you even dizzier and hornier.

The knowing knot started to form on your stomach, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of stimulations your senses were having.

“H-Jin…” her name hiccuping from your lips as you tried to warn her between the lewd moans leavin your lips.

“I know baby, I’m close again too” she answered, her hips starting to move faster, and she pulled your leg to rest higher on her hip, the new angle having the top of her dildo hitting places you didn’t even know you had inside of you. “Cum for me and I’ll for you again. Give me all you got. Wet my cock, baby, make a mess out of us” you clenched hard against the silicon and you wished she could feel that.

She managed to go even faster, her hips pistoling against yours. Your moans becoming screams as she hits just the right spot inside of you, the leather overstimulating your abused clit. And you came undone around the toy. Walls squeezing it as your juices mixed with the lube almost spilled from you. The sound of wet pussy filling up the room.

Hyejin gave a few more thrusts before coming herself. Legs shaking a little and making her almost lose balance on top of you.

She took a moment to regain her conscience and took the toy out of you, the sudden feeling of emptiness that everyone talked about suddenly hitting you. She threw the toys inside the empty tub in her bathroom, she was going to deal with that later. Your girlfriend came back with a damp cloth to clean you up and herself a little before returning to lay by your side on the bed.

The woman immediately grabbed your waist and brought you against her chest, the comfortable silence filling the place. You were sore and tired but also extremely happy.

“What’s inside that head of yours?” She asked, noticing how quiet you were.

“Nothing, just tired. And happy that you are my girlfriend and my lover and best friend and my first time” you looked up to her and caught a glimpse of her cheeks becoming tinted.

“Thank you for trusting me”

“Nah, thank you for being my perfect girlfriend and making me feel safe and comfortable” you rubbed the tip of your nose against hers before leaving a peck against her lips. “I love you, Jin-ah”

“I love you too, yn”

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[bettysupremacy]

I gotchu bb.

Can we get a Robin x Byers!Reader (I love this dynamic) where reader is real withdrawn, but has been secretly pining for Robin, and maybe they get paired up for a project? (Another trope I love)

Thanks! Love your writing so much!

Robin Buckley x Fem! Byers! Reader

Warnings: angst, HAPPY ENDING (I’m incapable of sad ones), fluff, food is mentioned. Tell me if there’s more.

thx for the request and thx Lynn for helping me at 2:40 in the morning<3 @simpingrat

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Robin missed her best friend. She missed the sleepovers and movie nights. She missed sneaking free ice cream to her, behind Steve’s back. She missed the popsicles that Joyce would make, every summer, out of orange juice and lemonade. She missed summer 8, when all they did was ride their bikes and swim. She missed the way Y/N would only let Robin stick colorful bandaids on her knee when she fell off her bike. She missed it all.

It wasn’t that she was physically gone, Y/N was sitting three feet In front of her, behind a crooked desk. It was gut wrenching missing someone who never left. Missing someone who was there for all your memories.

Robin tried to excuse Y/N slowly withdrawing from her. Her whole family had just moved across the country without her, including her twin brother. She didn’t want to start senior year at a completely different school. Jonathan didn’t mind, but she did.

She tried to excuse it with the fact that the closest father figure she’s had, since her shitty biological father, had just died. And the fact that she’s experienced 3 years of upside down trauma, when Robin had only experienced 1.

She tried to excuse it in so many ways. She’d bend backwards, forwards, and around, just to defend her. But, the sad truth was, she knew this friendship, that she was holding like water in her hands, was slipping through her fingers.

Robin stares at Y/N in, hopefully, not a creepy way. The Sun from the windows is beaming on her, casting a halo effect around her resting head. Her back is hunched over in what looks to be an uncomfortable position. If they were still close, Robin would throw a piece of paper at her head, telling her to fix her posture.

“Robin? Robin!” Their teachers voice comes from the front of the classroom. She’s startled, did anyone see her looking at Y/N like that?

“I’m assigning partners for the project.” Mr. Smiths voice is gentler now, and he doesn’t mention how she was staring at Y/N. Robin thinks this is her favorite teacher, “I’m sticking you with Y/N.”

Is there a smile on his face when he says that?

Robin nods, more attentive. Turning towards Y/N with a grin. She expects to be met with her eyes, maybe a smile back, but she’s not even looking at Robin. Y/N’s still got her arms folded on her desk, head resting on top of them.

She try’s not to take it personally. She’s got a lot going on. It still doesn’t feel good though.

She was there when Lucas confided in Steve. She heard the way Lucas said Max’s mental health was declining, the way she was withdrawn, the way Max broke up with him, and the way she closed herself off from her friends. Robin couldn’t help but relate to their situation. Y/N’s not your girlfriend, she had to remind herself, it’s not the same.

After that conversation, she noticed how much time Max and Y/N were spending together. It worried her. They both withdrew from their family and friends, and now they were only hanging out with each other? What if Y/N broke off their friendship the way Max broke up with Lucas?

She looks back over at Y/N to see her eyes dash away from Robin’s. Was her mind playing tricks on her? Was she really looking at Robin for what felt like the first time in years?

When class ends, Robin walks over to Y/N’s desk. She hasn’t been this nervous to talk to her since she realized she had a crush on her, in sophomore year. She stands there silently for a moment. What is she supposed to say?

“Hey uh-“ Y/N flinches, “Woah. I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering.. wondering what we’re going to do about the project? Cause like, I don’t know what I’m doing in this class, and you’ve always been really good at it. Do you wanna go to my house? Or we can go to your-“ her rambling is cut off when she sees Y/N staring at her with a smile. Her smile is so pretty.

“You’re rambling.”

She didn’t realize that. “I know.”

Jesus Christ, is there any AC in this school? Robin is sweating buckets.

Y/N stuffs her school supplies and paper into her bag messily and Robin scrunches her nose. She always kept her bag so organized, what’s happened to her?

She looks up from where she’s cleaning off her desk, “We can go to mine, I don’t mind. Steve won’t either.”

Oh right. She won’t be going to Y/N’s cozy childhood home, she won’t get greeted by Joyce at the door, and she won’t be invited to stay for dinner. She’ll be going to Steve’s house, because Y/N is staying there now.

Steve doesn’t even know how he convinced his mother and father to let his younger friend move into their house. But maybe something about the fact that they’re never there swayed them.

Robin’s trying to be better, but she can’t help that this makes her a little jealous. Steve gets Y/N all the time. He gets to talk to her and soothe her when she comes into his room because of nightmares. Robin misses that. She misses when Y/N would even tell her about nightmares. The only reason she knows that’s been happening, is because she pried it out of Steve at work.

“O-ok!” She wasn’t expecting her to act like nothing ever happened. “Um, cool! I’ll come over at 6:30?”

Her best friend nods, “I’ll tell Steve that you’ll be over. We can order a pizza.”

Robin’s head is fuzzy from excitement. She hasn’t hung out with her in forever. Even if this is for a school project.

When the fog of excitement disperses from her brain, she realizes that Y/N has already left the room.

Nothing matters anymore. It doesn’t matter that she knows her crush is one sided. It doesn’t matter that she won’t be in Y/N’s childhood bedroom, that she liked more then her own. Hell, it doesn’t even matter that she has to put up with Steve on her day off.

She gets to hang out with Y/N tonight, and that’s all that matters to her in this moment. Just like old times, she thinks.

What Robin didn’t know was that her best friend missed her as well. She missed the sleepovers and movie nights. She missed getting free scoops ahoy, behind Steve’s back. She missed her moms popsicles, orange juice for Robin and lemonade for her. She missed summer 9, when they both hyper fixated on board games, and Joyce bought them enough to last the whole summer. And she missed the way that Robin would play doctor on her knees when she would fall off her bike.

She knew she was withdrawing from Robin, and she felt devastatingly guilty about it. She was going through a lot, she’d tried to reason with herself. It never worked. Maybe this was for the best. Robin didn’t deserve a friend that was actively trying to find her way through a maze.

She didn’t know what to do when Mr. Smith partnered them together. She thought about asking him to change partners, until she saw the way Robin was giddily distracted by something outside the classroom window. She couldn’t do that to her after ditching her for so long- her eyes flit away when she notices Robin turning towards her. Did Robin see that?

Back at the house she greets Steve, who’s on the couch watching Scooby-Doo reruns. He had offered his house to her immediately after he’d learned about her family moving.

She’s upside down to him, because of the way his head is laying against the arm rest. He watches her take her shoes off by the door, and run upstairs to deposit her backpack on her bed, before running back downstairs and flopping next to him on the couch.

“Who are they fighting now?”

He looks over at her, but only briefly, before his eyes are back on the tv. “They’re on a cruise, but they’ve just changed course to the Bermuda Triangle, and the rest of the people on board are ghosts.”

Y/N’s socked feet settle in Steve’s lap. “Sounds scary.”

“We’ve been through worse.” He says dryly, proud when he sees that he’s cracked a grin out of her.

“Robin’s coming over tonight.”

He looks surprised, but she doesn’t have it in her to be offended. “She is? Oh, that’s good. I’ve been telling you how to need to get back out there.”

“It’s only for a school project.”

“Still,” he sits up so he can lean over and ruffle her hair. “I’m proud.”

Those two words weaken her. Steve always makes sure to tell her. She finished her math homework? He’s proud. She managed to drive past the ruins of the mall with him? he so proud of her. She comes into his room, to lay in the bed with him, after a nightmare? He’s proud she’s getting better at being vulnerable.

But every time he says it she feels this warm, gooey, feeling in her chest. Maybe that’s why he does it.

“She’s coming over around 6:30.”

“We can order a pizza.”

“That’s exactly what I said, Steve Harrington.”

Someone knocks on the door while they’re watching their 5th.. 6th?? Episode of Scooby-doo.

Y/N and Steve look up at each other confused. Who could it be? Nobody ever knocks at their door.

“Did you already order the pizza, Steve?”

He shakes his head.

Russians coming back to finish what they started? Steve did give him his address in the bunker.

He can see her thoughts spiraling into something close to dangerous. “Hey,” he whispers, “It’s not them, it’s probably like the.. mailman, or something.” He checks his watch and his face scrunches up.

“What?”

“It’s also 6:20, so there’s also a very real possibility that it’s Robin.”

Shit. She forgot. She flops back down on the couch and covers her eyes with her hands.

The knocking comes again.

“Do you want me to open the door?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Go upstairs before I do.”

She’d always be grateful to Steve for this. He always tried his best to make things easier for her. When school was starting up and she told him it was the last place she wanted to be, he promised to drive her to and from school, so she didn’t have to take the bus. When she was too scared to be home alone, he’d let her come to work with him and sit behind the desk with a book.

And now, he’s giving her the chance to go upstairs and prepare herself for the first interaction with Robin in months.

Y/N hates that it’s come to this. Having to prepare herself to hang out with someone who’s supposed to be her best friend. What if she takes one look at Robins pretty face and spills all her deepest darkest secrets? What if Robin gives her that laugh. The one reserved for Y/N, that makes her chest feel tight in adoration? What if-

There’s a knock on the door, and Y/N knows it’s Robin. It’s the same knock that Robin has used on her bedroom door since they were 6.

Robins head peaks through the door, “Hey, Bug.”

That damn nickname. It catches her so off guard she breaks into a startled smile. When was the last time Robin called her that?

“Hi, Robs.”

A smile grows on Robins face from her own nickname. Robs.

“Hi.” She repeats before walking into the room.

Robin expected it to be the same, bare, guest bedroom she had seen when Y/N had moved in, but it’s decorated. There are posters on every wall, the bed has a big purple comforter on it, and theres a stack of comics and cassettes on a dresser.

It smells like Y/N’s favorite perfume in here, Robin notices. There’s a couple of shirts on the ground, next to an overly full hamper. This room looks so lived in, Robin would never guess she moved in mere months ago.

Y/N catches her taking in the room. “Oh,” she says sheepishly, when she sees Robin staring at the Madonna poster, “Steve did this for me.”

“He did?” Robin feels a swell of pride for Steve.

Y/N walks over to the window that’s blowing in frosty night air, and closes it. Once closed, her curtains slowly fall down to rest besides the wall.

“Yeah. Oh, well, he surprised me with the posters. He dragged me to Linen ‘n Things so I could pick out the bedding.”

A laugh bubbles out of Robin, of course he did. She’s so grateful for Steve in this moment, it’s overwhelming.

Oh god. There’s that laugh. Y/N’s lightheaded from holding in her breath at the sound, eyes crinkling from a smile that fights its way onto her face.

When Robin turns back to her, Y/N is distracted, and Robin can see the smile on her face. She doesn’t know what she did to make her smile, but she hopes she does it again.

She watches Y/N drop down onto the bedroom floor and sits down next to her. Their knees touch when Y/N leans over to grab her backpack.

Robin forces herself to focus on something else, “So, how are we doing this?”

Y/N giggles. Why did she giggle? Robin looks up at her confused.

“I have no idea.”

A giggle is startled out of Robin as well.

Looking back on this, the two girls really do feel blind. Their time doing this project is filled with touches that linger a little too long, drifting eyes, from both the girls, over nose curves, cheek bones, and smile lines. The nervous giggles they let out are uncontrollable.

Steve can hear them from downstairs, feeling guilty at the thought of interrupting them for pizza. Both girls could smell the pizza wafting up into Y/N’s room, but silently ignored it, not realizing the other was ignoring it too.

He was so proud of Y/N coming out of her shell for the first time in months, though, Steve couldn’t help but mettle a little.

“Are you spending the night Robs?” Steve had asked her, picking pepperoni off of his pizza, feigning nonchalance.

Robin brain short circuited. Did Y/N want her to? She certainly wanted to.

She missed the silent conversation Steve and Y/N had with their eyes.

He looks over and can see Robin short circuiting.

“What? It’s a Friday night after all.” He shrugs.

“I- I didn’t bring any pajamas.”

“You can wear some of mine.. If you want.”

So now they’re in her room, under Y/N’s thick purple comforter, laying less then a foot away from each other. The box fan blowing in the background is loud, in comparison to their silence.

Robin is wearing a large marching band tee, that she could’ve sworn she lost in middle school, and cotton shorts.

She rolls around, surprised when she sees Y/N already facing her. Their thighs brush and Robin prays, to whatever god is out there, that Y/N can’t see the way her face flushes from the skin to skin contact.

She’s cant even pretend to be asleep, because Y/N’s eyes are already open, blinking slowly back at her. They lay there silently, staring at each other.

Robin takes in Y/N’s eyelashes, the way they kiss her eyelids, their curve when she closes them. She takes in the way her hair falls over her shoulders, and the way she seems to shrink in embarrassment at Robins gaze.

“I missed you.” Robin murmurs.

“I’m sorry.”

She blinks in confusion. “What’re you sorry for?”

“For distancing myself.”

“You think I’m mad about that?” Robin feels her heart shatter, and wonders if Y/N could hear it.

“You aren’t?”

“No.” Robin whispers, “No, not at all.”

It’s silent now. Robin can hear Y/N’s large breath of relief.

Y/N rolls onto her back with a huff. Her thoughts are going a million miles an hour and she doesn’t know how to stop them. Robin just watches her stare at the ceiling, admiring her side profile.

The next words look like they’re struggling to leave Y/N’s mouth, like she hasn’t made up her mind on wether or not she’s gonna say them. “I need to tell you something.”

Robin sits up on her elbow and can hear the crinkling of fresh sheets under her, “What is it?”

More silence. Y/N sits up, crossing her legs under her as she looks down at Robin, still resting on her elbows. She’s struggling so much to get these words out.

Robin sits up as well. Crossing her legs under her, like Y/N, so that both their knee caps are touching. She watches Y/N’s eyes fixate on where their skin is touching.

“Are you okay?” Robin searches for her eyes.

That was a dumb question, Robin thinks, is she okay from what?

“Yeah- no, I’m fine. I just-“ She looks Robin in the eyes for a mere 3 seconds before covering them with her palms. “I like girls.”

Robin stops breathing. Did Y/N really think Robin would judge her for that? Robin came out to her in junior year.

She softly grabs Y/N’s wrists gently and peels her hands away from her eyes.

“Did you really think I’d judge you for that?”

Y/N shakes her head profusely, frightened that she offended Robin.

“No!”

Robin nods slowly, Y/N still looks like she’s going to burst into tears, and Robin wants anything but that to happen. She doesn’t know how to comfort crying people very well.

Robin smoothes her hand over Y/N’s hairline, “Is there more, bug?”

She hates herself for getting hopeful.

“I also like-“

“Hm?”

“I also like you.” Her voice breaks.

Robin pulls her hand back. Her whole world stops. Is she kidding? She doesn’t even know how to respond.

Y/N takes Robin’s silence as fear, disgust.

“And, I- I know that just because you’re a lesbian, doesn’t mean you like every girl you know. I know that! And you don’t have to like me back. Truly, you don’t have to-“

Her words are cut off as Robin flings her arms around her. There’s so much momentum that Y/N has to brace her hands behind her, so that she doesn’t fall backwards.

She doesn’t know what to do. Slowly, and confusedly, she wraps her arms around Robin’s stomach.

“Why are you hugging me?” Comes out muffled, from her face being mushed into Robin’s sleep shirt.

Robin shakes her head in the crook of her neck.

When they pull back both girls are in tears. Taking one look at their glossy eyes, they both break into wet giggles.

“Why are you crying?” Robin teases, searching for Y/N’s eyes again. “I’m the one that just got love professed to her.”

Y/N shakes her head “Why am I crying? I’m the one that just came out to you.”

“I’ll let you have it.”

She scoffs amusedly, “She’ll let me have it.”

Robin grins, so brightly, so full of pride, Y/N has no choice but to smile back. Two lovesick fools sit, staring at each other.

There’s a brief moment where Robin glances down at Y/N’s lips. Their faces are so close. How didn’t they notice that?

“Can I-?” Robin is looking down at her lips unashamedly now.

She nods. They both lean in, unsure of how this’ll effect their friendship. What if one likes it and the other doesn’t? What if they both don’t like it? Is that years of friendship down the drain? They both flinch a little at the same time. Smiling at each other, they go for it again.

Y/N has never kissed a boy before, or anyone for that matter, but this feels right. This feels perfect.

Robin grabs her face and Y/N has to clutch her arms for support.

The sound of a loud gasp breaks them apart.

They turn around, horrified, to see Steve standing there. He’s covering up his excitement poorly, bouncing from foot to foot.

“I was just coming to see if you too wanted to watch a movie with me but if you’re too busy-“ he smiles cheekily.

“Harrington.“

“I’ve got Indiana Jones, but if you’re-“

“Harrington!”

He gives Y/N a giddy smile. “Yes?”

“We’ll down in a moment.”

“Okay.” He winks at her before closing the door.

The bed sheets shuffle as Y/N turns towards Robin again.

“Girlfriend.” Y/N test’s slowly.

Robin tucks some hair behind the girls ear, and then cups her face, so she can lean forward and kiss the edge of her mouth.

“Girlfriend.”

#robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin x reader #robin x you #Robin Buckley x reader fluff #Robin Buckley x reader angst #stranger things #stranger things 4 #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you

[calibabii21]

dreamies getting wine drunk: ✨New Year's Eve✨ (reaction)

a/n: just, fyi, I know Jaemin doesn't like alcohol irl but this is just for fun and based on their personalities from my perspective so..no bs, thx? this also stemmed from a convo with @neoculturecollectives lol

warning: mature. mdni

Mark: While I know parts of Mark would be a tinge horny, I feel wine drunk Mark is probably more endearing. You could both be lying in bed scrolling through your phones one minute, then the next he’s tugging you up and dancing with you. From salsa to slow dancing to a krumping battle. LOUD. SINGING. As he notices the time, he’ll pull you close, calming back down. Planting light, wet kisses along your neck. He’s pulled you so close that you can feel his slight hard-on through his loose fitting pajama pants. Rocking the two of you side to side, he leans his head back and gives you a slow and sweet but firm kiss on the lips just as you begin hearing fireworks outside. “Happy New Year, baby. I know it’s- I-I know it’s not, you know, easy, but, thank you. Thank you for supporting me and sticking with me through it all. It’s such a blessing and I really appreciate it. So, uh, yeah. I guess that’s it heh heh.”

Renjun: Again I see this as maybe something solo. Having a good time drinking alone but then he gets lonely and tired of talking to himself so he video calls you with lightly flushed cheeks. You’re mainly silent as he rants to you, becoming flustered as the conversation moves to a more personal and intimate subject, “It’s been almost 6 months since I last got laid. I’m tired of using just my hand ya know?”

Jeno: Laying his head on your lap as you stroke his hair, watching the countdown on the couch. His arms are wrapped around your torso as he nuzzles his face into your tummy. When he pulls his head back you meet his dancing puppy dog eyes with an eyebrow raise before he gives you a big innocent-like grin, “Can I eat you out?”

Haechan: Quietly creeps into the kitchen as you’re in there grabbing a fresh bottle and a few finger foods to offset the alcohol. As you’re on your toes reaching for the wine he wraps his arms around you without warning, just rutting against your backside. His whines get louder as you do nothing in response to him, just continuing to prep your snacks. “Baby please touch my cock.”

Jaemin: Straight up chilling on the couch. Looking down at you, on your knees between his legs. He’d just be gently caressing your head, dabbing away the makeup running from your eyes as his opposite hand pushes your head forward to take more of him down your throat. There’s a slanted, dopey eye-smile on his face as he slightly slurs, “You’re granting me a very nice New Year’s wish.”

Chenle: Alternating between circling the couch and pacing in front of you. He was already a chatty individual, but he was just throwing everything at you tonight. It was actually kind of cute how he’d hiccup and stutter in between sentences. “And I know I play hard to get and talk sh-shit a lot, but I just want the guys to know I love them. A-AND YOU- I LOVE YOU TOO.” Before eventually calling all the members to tell them how much he loves them.

Jisung: There are a few words to describe his state. Clingy. Whiney. Needy. Take your pick. You’re in his favorite spot: his lap. This time back to chest. His arms are tight around you and his face buried in your neck. He’s whining in the crevice, making you giggle as it tickles. “Noonaaa. Pay attention to me.” That’s all he’d be saying but you’re too engrossed in the NYE performances happening on the Times Square Ball Drop. It gets to a point where he gives up, leaning back and grumbling. The night probably ends with him forgiving you after giving him apology head when you go to bed.

#z writes✍🏾 #nct dream reaction #nct dream #nct dream sexy #nct dream scenarios #nct dream mark #nct dream renjun #nct dream jeno #nct dream haechan #nct dream jaemin #nct dream chenle #nct dream jisung #andy🤎🗝️ #my beautiful black ally🫶🏾 #NYE reaction #NYE reads #NYE scenarios

[shadowcatzone]

Idk if you like angst but I just imagined like ventis immortal lover forgetting he just sleeps for long ass times and whenever they got sad and lonely they just rest in Barbatos’s hands for comfort </3

Thats even better thx

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I guess after a thousand years you don't really remember that the anemo archon sleeps a minimum of 200 years each time. So you spend prolonged time on the statue.

Then you start wondering if he forgot about you or doesn't like you anymore. And, after wondering if he died, you start thinking maybe he wasn't real in the first place.

You could always leave and ask one of the other archons, normal humans don't seem to notice your presence. But then you'd need to leave the statue. The one secure thing in your life. What if you come back and the statue is also gone? You vaguely remember something like that happening too.

No, you have to stick with the one thing keeping you sane. Maybe a wisp or other being will come by and you can ask for help, but you won't leave.

also: you probably got amnesia from all that. Was barbatos here 1000 years ago? A decade? Yesterday?

Now he comes back every day to check on you and you always go through the same: "you can see me? Who are you?" And it breaks him a little bit every time

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I'm gonna stop here. Hehe~

#i'm eating gilbird #genshin impact #genshin venti #genshin barbatos #venti x reader #venti angst #venti the bard #//tw: angst

[polyamzeal]

Hello! 👋 I’m struggling to find my poly community again. Me and my husband had partners all of last year, and now we have been in a lull this year. We’re both struggling to find other partners, or even just likeminded poly friends to connect with. Dating apps are awful and full of hook ups, and we just aren’t looking for that. We live in a pretty small, rural state, so it’s hard to even find poly group events and such. Thoughts on how to reconnect with poly folks again? Thx!

I'll be honest, living in a small rural state is going to make that difficult. I have always lived in the suburbs near a major city so it is hard for me to relate.

Online communities for friends will probably be your best bet for now. Social medias like Facebook have a lot of really supportive group. Sadly can't really endorse Reddit though.

Otherwise for dating, be it non-monogamy or monogamy we often just need to be very patient with dating. We go through lulls where we just can't find anyone and then suddenly one day when you least expect it you run into someone great. I would suggest sticking with the dating apps even though the odds are 100 to 1. New people join dating apps all the time you might just match with the right person one day. Just don't obsessively check them, take frequent breaks. Try to attend events that polyam people might be interested in. Given where you are there might not be actual polyamoy-focused events but events that cater to more liberal or nerdy people tend to have a higher correlation with polyam people so you might just get lucky. Might even meet someone who didn't consider polyamory until you introduce the concept to them.

I wish you luck!

#polyamzeal answers #anon ask

[spunky-89]

Got tagged by @adevilyoudo (Thx bb 💚)

Also, sorry in advance, I can't keep answers short and am a chronic oversharer.......

Do you make your bed?

Nope, but I used to back in college

Favorite number?

89, if that wasn't already obvious. I always get questioned if it's my birth year, it's not. When I was young I couldn't decide if 8 or 9 was my favorite so I combined them lol

What’s your job?

Freelance Creative Writer

If you could go back to school would you?

I want to, but last time it didn't end well for me and my mental health, so it's doubtful.

Can you parallel park?

Nope! Never really needed to learn where I live, so the knowledge didn't really stick

Do you think aliens are real?

I mean, I think there are definitely other forms of life elsewhere, but thinking about the vastness of space tends to send me into an internal crisis so I don't think about it too much

Can you drive a manual car?

Unfortunately not, never had the opportunity to learn

What’s your guilty pleasure?

The massive amount of smut I read daily...

Tattoos?

Yup, two of em with a hope for many more. I have one for my childhood dog who passed away and another for a D&D character I played during a rough time in my life and who I often give credit to my survival through the darkness.

Favorite color?

Black and dark Emerald/Forest green

Favorite types of music

No one type tbh, it very much depends on my mood

Do you like puzzles?

Brain teasers sometimes, and I will occational assist with a jigsaw puzzle, but they are not my favorite thing

Any phobias

Snakes. Which sucks as someone whos motif is very much snakes and darkness

Favorite childhood sport?

Ahahaha, no. Not athleticly inclined at all. I was always an indoor kid. Though I almost tried out for soccer one year, then thought about the heat of where I live and promptly changed my mind

Do you talk to yourself?

Yup, both aloud and in my head.

What movies do you adore?

Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Jurrasic World, Resident Evil Death Island, and Eternals are my top movies.

Coffee or tea?

I dispise tea so for sure coffee

First thing you wanted to be growing up

Fashion Designer or an Equestrain, can't remember which came first lol

[stevesnailbat]

No you're so right it was confirmed in s2 she emotionally cheated on him for a year and never truly wanted him bc she had eyes for Jonathan since the the beginning. (And I'm tired for being called a misogynist for calling out Nancy's cheating and Steve deserved better than that)

sorry i'm going to be using this ask as a place for my opinion on this now so <3 thx for the ask xoxox

i am a firm believer that nancy has never known what she wants and that she needs to be single to fully find herself before she can ever get back into any kind of romantic relationship. from how she treated steve in the past and how she showed her true colors to jonathan in s3/s4, it just shows me that she really only craves control in her life and she loves the fact that both of them are easily manipulated because of familial issues and whatnot. she needs to sort herself out before trying to change her partners to her liking!!

i think that in s1, she loved the affection she was getting from steve and at one point, she loved the idea of being safe by sticking with a rich guy who could give her a nice life, so she stayed with steve under the guise that she could "love" him. she loved that she could be comfortable and that she wouldn't have to worry about her future too much, she never really loved steve specifically. AND once jonathan called her out for being like everyone else, she started to actually hate everything about her relationship with steve because of spite and her desire to break away from the life she grew up in. the slow emotional torture she puts steve through is so painful to watch because i honestly don't know if she's doing it intentionally or if it's just the way she is.

the fact that steve was truly under the impression that he was a shitty boyfriend just goes to show that whatever was happening in their relationship had been going on for a looooong time and that he’d been feeling inadequate for a while. she easily could’ve broke up with him after the whole s1 ordeal and i honestly think things would’ve been okay and steve would’ve been understanding but the fact that she drug it out for so damn long makes me so upset because he was good to her after everything!!! yes steve has his flaws too but the times that he lashed out were (imo) within some realm of reason. whereas she seems to get upset every time something doesn’t go her way in the slightest

regardless of if we’re talking about steve or jonathan with her, i think nancy's desire for control and individuality is killing her personality and every relationship that she's involved in <3 and remember. it’s ok if people criticize your favs because sometimes they fucking deserve it , don’t come for me on this <3 xoxo

#don’t even get me started on the other nancy ship……… #asks #anon #am i going to get killed for this

[kumezyzo]

HI HOW ARE YOU!!!!!!! i hope you are having a good day :)))

i’m ngl i’m so soft for both but if i had to pick a favourite i would choose normal (?) reader idk i just looooove that but i also like him simping over a youtuber/streamer too ugh this is hard!!!!! what’s your favourite? :)

-🐬

HIIIII!!! i had to babysit my veryyyyy younger cousins today so im a little worn but its fine 😅

i think ive personally thought about streamer reader so much more (cause im sick in the fuckin head) (and i lowkey dont think he wouldnt like me if he just ran into me or something 😭😭)

but i totally get what you mean!! normal (?) reader would obviously get a more private relationship and life. and the idea of people not having a pre-existing idea of reader when they announce their relationship so theres just more room for people going simply based on first impressions. i feel like they would a relationship similar to Heath Hussar and Mariah Amato (if youre not familiar with them please look up a compilation of them cause theyre so fucking cute istg. mariah wasnt famous at all and everyone, like, loved her instantly and fell in love with)

and also, with streamer reader, there would be so much content of the two before they start dating. i feel like with them, it would be a building relationship that people maybe dont see at first until the months leading up to them together. i have a feeling reader would have barely public relationships through the years but none of them sticking until our beautiful man 🥰. (or maybe not at all and people just saw how good of besties they were until they dated)

anywayyy, i just lowkey just wanted to gauge how many people prefer what while being extremely bored and thx for your opinion

much love -Nony

#sapnap #sapnap x reader #dteam #streamer reader #sapnap x streamer #sapnap x y/n #normal (?) reader #🐬 anon

[messedupfan]

Hey, first off, I love ur fics. Second, do you think you can write a fic where it's Wanda coming home after a long day of work to see Y/N making out with a stuffed dragon? Kk thx so much 😘

A/N: Dedicated to one of the children of Faris, miss Ginger Ale. This one is for you, friend! Thank you for the very odd request Anon! And thank you for reading my stories

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Wanda was exhausted as she walked through the compound after returning from a particularly annoying mission. All she wanted to do at the moment was to take a soothing shower and crawl into bed. Hopefully with your arms around her as well, that's if you had return from your mission.

However, she lets that thought go as she walks into the room she shares with you to find you making out with a stuffed dragon.

“Oh Wanda, I missed you so much,” you moan as you get into the actions.

Wanda shuts her eyes as she takes breath. “Should I give you two a minute?”

You startle away from the body that you were holding. What you saw was Wanda laying next to you and Wanda standing at the door. “Ah!” You quickly move away from the person next to you, falling out of bed. “Damnit Raven! I swear, you know I hate when you play these games with me!” You look back and forth to figure out who the real Wanda is. “Okay! Which one of you is which?” You say as you rise from the floor.

Wanda looks at you like you're crazy. There was no one else in the bed with you other than the stuffed dragon she got you for Christmas last year. “Y/n, what are you talking about? Raven isn't here.”

You frown at her, “What? Then who is that?” You point to the dragon.

Wanda tosses her head back tiredly as she pinches the bridge of her nose. “Damnit,” she mutters, “Jean! Cut it out!”

Jean reveals herself from the corner of the room, laughing her head off. Despite the glares she recieves from you and Wanda. “Oh man, you should've seen your faces!” She wipes the tears that were coming out of the corner of her eyes.

“That was not funny!” you say, frustrated with the girl. “You had me thinking that I cheated on my girlfriend! And you made me violate Drogon!”

“Oh come on, it's a harmless prank! The dragon however... might need to start therapy.” Jean teases.

“I think we're all going to need to start therapy after this,” Wanda retorts. “Jean, get out. I'm tired and I don't need you harassing my partner anymore. Thanks,” she shoos the girl out of the room. You stick your tongue out at her in mockery and she does the same. “And you! Whatever you did that warranted that, you better not do it again.” You try to tell her that you didn't do anything but she refuses to hear it until you promise her that you wouldn't do it again. “Thank you, now, come join me in the shower.” Wanda takes your hand and pulls you towards the bathroom.

#thanks anon! #thanks for the request! #thanks for reading

[kulliare]

12! 13! 18!

12) the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

i rly tried to think about this but i generally am a character liker.. like i guess nate from fried tasso, though i wouldn't say i LOVE him. i haven't been watching the show lately though bc i find the quality has been lacking and i have like. maybe 20% interest to watch, wah

also adachi from persona 4 i guess. he's my favorite misogynist and i think he's better than akechi from p5 in terms of like. idk flair and stinkiness which makes him interesting

13) worst blorboficiation

this question is terrible for me because i usually am doing the blorboification-- i'm a sucker for hurt / comfort and the sensation of like, reading a character completely break down and someone being like, hey it's chill just Does Something To Me. i used to love this trope so much i would read fuckin anything, even if the char who was going "oh it's chill" was being widely OOC or the pairing was straying into toxic dependency territory even tho the author obviously meant it as romantic. i know other people reading h/c experience the Sensation but for me it's just like. such a whole body experience LMAO

i think the answer for this for me would have to be loki, though.. like a lot of the fics i read during pandemic about him kind of slot in the area i describe above. i can see it's charms and how it can be comforting (because it was to me, during that time) but it just makes me wince to the point where i'll dig through my bookmarks and then get to the point where i was going a bit back to loki and then be like, fuck, i can't really feel like i like this anymore.

18) it’s absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

gen fic / character studies i think. like i read a lot of ship fic (or used to) but i think the ones that stick out in my head the most are the ones that flesh out something new about canon rather than repeating tropes. it's a tough line to walk because sometimes i'll read a fic and it sometimes reads as self-insert, but when you find one that connects to canon and does the character justice? i am slamming my hand on the desk. i am flailing. i am going apeshit.

i think i've read like 3 fics that qualify under this tier and they're probably my favorite, like i can still remember them after like fuckin YEARS.

thx for da asks <3

#i typed that show tht way bc i dont want anyone to get angry at me #if it shows in the tags im sorry ok i tried. #also re ship fic i like it too. i have like 300 bookmarks in ship fic ok plz dont be mad #aware that this meme says do violence but i dont do that ok. plz no yelling

[tenebrius-excellium]

Hiya everybody, so...um...about the batshit insane personal posts that I sometimes make, they pretty much happen because my life feels batshit insane most of the time. It always has, for pretty much as long as I can remember. 

It’s hard to figure out what is “normal” for me, because I’ve always had some severe family drama around that I was told doesn’t exist.

I’ve used Tumblr for escapism for years, but as I am changing, so is my blog and its interests. I used to pay very close attention to blog aesthetics, keeping everything coherent and so forth. As I’m evolving, I don’t care anymore. 

I admit I’m fighting meaninglessness, truth vs. lie, reality vs. imagination right now. I’m pondering whether it’s a good or a bad thing that I’ve let fiction carry me so much through the years of my life, because there is a reality to be lived. I just didn’t dare to really live it until now, for good reasons, you know.

This week, I finally summoned the courage to reach out to a part of my biological family that I have never known because my Dad broke contact with them almost 20 years ago. I have been suffering beneath his decision, and I don’t know how to wrap my head around the fact that not only was I able to easily contact them within a week, but that I’ve also received a positive response from them today. They have been missing us. They have been looking us up on Google, and even consulted a professional regarding the possibility to reach out to us. But they decided it wasn’t their place. And so two decades passed, I was missing half of my identity, I had been choking under the stress and the weight of it, and the whole problem seems to have been solved via 4-5 simple phone calls. 

Remember all those movies and shows and world-famous stories where people rediscover their long-lost family? Yeah, my life is literally that movie, and I wouldn’t wish it on anybody. It’s not fun, not ever. It’s just needed.

I just want to say thank you for media and the emotional stability that escapism can provide. I’d also like to say thank you to every mutual for sticking around and still listening to my stuff, both fandom-related and personal. You are a part of my journey of healing. Thx for reading.

Love

Reddie

#update on reddie's life #wherethekitethought

[theadventurerslog]

The Curse of Monkey Island | Part 1

The Adventurer's Log

Release Date: 1997

This is a special one! Today, November 23, as of posting this, marks a year since creating The Adventurer's Log. I didn't know whether I'd manage to stick with this or not, and now here I am. To celebrate my first anniversary I decided to play a game very dear to my heart. The Curse of Monkey Island was my first point and click game played at the tender age of seven or eight, although, I didn't finish it until I was around 11 or 12.

It was a game our parents had gotten for Christmas if I remember right. I think we might have also played a demo, but the memory is vague enough I'm not certain. I seem to recall getting to the end of Part 1 and not being able to progress. And I remember some excitement when we got the game in full which I assume was because of the demo. Otherwise, unless it was just new game excitement, I can't think why I would have been excited. Either way I certainly remember repeatedly going back to the game and asking dad if I could use the computer to play it. One way or another it caught me and caught me good.

I have an incredible amount of nostalgia for this game. Even when I wasn't playing it, it was still something in my life. I remember catching bits of our parents playing it together. Dad had taped the intro and main theme as well another song later in the game and it was on one of the tapes we'd use when driving. I have memories of sitting in the car listening to Guybrush's intro monologue and laughing at the chicken bit. I have memories of listening to the pirate song and dad singing along to some of the lines or us just laughing at it. This was just part of the rotation.

The game led me to eventually playing The Secret of Monkey Island and Monkey Island 2: LeChuck's Revenge in my late teen years and all of these served as the foundation for my interest in adventure games, but this game was the start.

I have played it many times over the years. Naturally, this won't be even remotely a blind play; I could probably write a basic walk-through off the top of my head by this point. It's one of those game I like to revisit every now and then. It's comfort food. So, while I'll be logging my play-through as I normally do, I'll also be sharing memories and anecdotes as I go. I'll possibly be making the occasional reference to the first two games as it comes up as well, but the game works fine as a stand-alone. At least it did for me for a long time.

Let's hop in!

The game opens with two difficulty settings: an easier mode and Mega-Monkey, the harder mode; Monkey Island 2 did the same thing, though I think that option was removed in the special edition. I'm playing Mega-Monkey. Mega-Monkey has more puzzles, or rather more steps to some of the puzzles and I'll point out the differences, at least the ones I remember. I used to play the easier version and I'm glad I did because beyond still getting stuck a lot then, it also gave me new things when I did play Mega-Monkey for the first time.

Then it dives in with a CMI parody of the THX logo and "The Monkeys are listening...". Then the LucasArts logo.

I wouldn't normally show logos like this but the map is so cool! We've got the titular Monkey Island in the bottom left. Melee Island in the bottom centre, where The Secret of Monkey Island starts. Up in the left is the Tri-Island area from Monkey Island 2, Scabb, Phatt and Booty. Then we're teased with the new islands of this game in the top right corner...

The map blows away into our introduction which is also cool and still, despite how many times I've played it by this point, this intro gives me a little thrill. I don't know if this game's version of the series main theme is my favourite or not--they're all great--but it's the one I'm most familiar with and I love it so much.

With the map blown away, Monkey Island is revealed.

This game also introduced the curly clouds that have become a mainstay of the series even being in the remakes of the first two games and continued into Return. It's just neat having this little thing retained despite all the different art styles throughout the series.

The camera sweeps to the right and we see Guybrush Threepwood himself riding a bumper car (courtesy of the events of MI2) and we get our starting explanatory monologue.

"My quest for the fabulous treasure called Big Whoop has left me in this sorry state. I thought it would bring me fame and glory. Instead, it delivered me into the clutches of my enemy, the zombie-pirate LeChuck. I had thwarted his evil plot to marry Elaine and he was after revenge."

A tidy summation of the past two games. Then he goes on to lament his lack of food and water and wistfully thinks of different kinds.

The chicken floating by on a barrel of grog buking all the while gets me every time.

He wonders if he's doomed and if he'll ever see Elaine again only to drift into the middle of a full scale battle.

And into a gorgeous title screen! This game is still flipping beautiful.

Credits roll with cool illustrations which is where my banner images for these posts are from. Then the cinematic continues, introducing Elaine and LeChuck as they're leading this battle against each other.

Elaine is not remotely impressed with LeChuck's repeated attempts to take her as his bride.

LeChuck is nothing if not stubborn.

Guybrush stares at Elaine realizing who she is and basically spends the rest of this altercation looking kinda smitten. Elaine and LeChuck have some back and forth and Elaine notes all the foulness LeChuck has committed including taking from her the only man she'd ever loved: Guybrush Threepwood. Cue Guybrush looking very smitten.

LeChuck spots him and with a handcannon blows out his bumper car and has one of his skeleton crew fish him out.

Hand cannon! Arm cannon? Portable anyway.

LeChuck threatens him, not knowing how Guybrush escaped his carnival of the damned, but goes to get him with his sword only for Elaine to shoot it out of his grasp.

LeChuck orders Guybrush to be brought down into the hold and for his men to prepare the voodoo flaming cannon ball.

And so we come to Part 1. "The Demise of the Zombie Pirate LeChuck"

I love the title screens for each part too. This game is just so good to look at and has so much character.

And now we start the game. Guybrush is locked in the hold with another small pirate and I needed to find a way out while the pirate is firing a cannon and calling out various threats and exclamations to the battle.

Of course I always have to look around first. This game uses a three verb system: hand, eyes and mouth and they're represented on a coin that pops up when you hold the mouse button to do a thing.

It's still one of my favourite ways of doing things. I like having a few verbs to play and mess around with instead of a single cursor to do everything. And only being three, it's less overwhelming than having a lot of verbs. There are keyboard controls as well but I've never used them.

The door is locked and you can yell at it for any evil undead out there, or anyone really, to no reply. And you can look through the keyhole for some sarcasm:

"I see a diaroma of the world living in peace and freedom. No, wait. It can't be that."

It was something I didn't do until some replay, and I was happy to find new stuff at the time, so it's stuck with me. I want to say I found it while playing it on dad's laptop, sitting at the kitchen table. It's funny what sticks with you.

There was a ramrod on the wall that I scooped. The cannon and its restraint rope can both be examined, but there isn't anything to be done with them at the moment. So then I finally talked to our pirate buddy here.

He introduces himself as the wicked pirate, Bloodnose. After a bit of back and forth it's revealed, through noticing his fake hook, or fake beard, or monocle under his eye-patch--I went for the eye-patch option which I don't normally do--that he's actually Wally the cartographer from the previous game. He'd been scooped into LeChuck's army. There are some more options to discuss piracy or the education thereof, such as the set of audio books-on-parrot, motivational lectures and seminars and you can get some pamphlets off him. Fun stuff. You can also learn that LeChuck has some sort of scheme involving an incredibly powerful cannonball.

But he won't help the escape and things escalate into attempted threats.

One of the options to reply is simply "Peep." Then when he says "One more word" etc, another option is "Word." while Guybrush sounds sort of annoyed and exasperated. It's the option I usually take because it's just so petty. I tried a different one this time, but it wasn't as fun.

The resistance easily breaks Wally though because he's really not a pirate:

"I'm not ferocious, or bloodthirsty, or hateful, or anything! I'm not even... I'm not even unpleasant!"

Then he throws off his hook and starts crying, poor soul. I grabbed the hook though.

That also leaves the cannon free to use, so it was time to start doing some firing of our own at the four boats of skeletons out there.

They start complaining as you fire toward them and say things like, "cutting it a little close there, pal" if you have a near miss. If you hit the fort at all Guybrush will say different apologies and oops moments. Once you've sunk all four boats you get back into the hold, Guybrush notes that all the bones and things are floating toward the ship.

That's the cue to look out through the cannon bay window to find a very important character.

But first, a skeleton arm. The skull can wait; he'll simply keep yammering on in the background. It's all good.

Attach the hook to the ramrod to make a gaff.

I'm fond of this inventory chest too...

Then use the gaff to fish out the skeleton arm to the skull's annoyance as its his arm. The arm still had a sword in its hand, so it's a two for one deal.

Then I chatted with the skull who is none other than Murray the mighty demonic skull! He's become a recurring character.

It's just a fun conversation while Murray oscillates between trying to be threatening, getting some comfort from Guybrush over his loss of everything, getting teased by Guybrush, and Guybrush really not taking him remotely seriously. Now you could just leave here. Or, you can be a jerk and do one more thing: knock Murray into the ocean with the gaff.

I tried to catch the swing but was a second too late and got this squishy Murray instead and you know what? That's better.

Then I went back inside to put the sword to use. "Taste cold steel, feeble cannon restraint rope!"

With the rope gone, using the cannon is a rather more dangerous affair, but that's just what we're gonna do. The kickback knocks it and Guybrush through the door.

Meanwhile on deck, LeChuck is gloating over his voodoo cannonball.

"That'll show her how much I truly care."

I didn't notice until a replay that the cannonball has a heart with LC + EM on it. How sweet?

However, the cannon knock-back violently rocks the boat and causes LeChuck to drop the cannon ball which then explodes.

LeChuck goes up in creepy skull-like smoke and the ship capsizes.

That leaves Guybrush in an upside down hold full of treasure, which would be great if there was an escape route or way to get to the gaping hole above.

There is a lot of stuff to examine in here. Just a few highlights but this isn't everything and it's all good. The portrait of LeChuck: "It's LeChuck in all his gory. Err, glory." A flotation device: no self-respecting pirate would be seen wearing that." Uh huh...

There was also a champagne bottle. This bottle is completely unimportant but a good example and involves a more recent discovery. There are some things in the game that change reactions depending on what you do first. Normally I examine this champagne bottle first to find out what it really is. I tend to examine all things first. But if you try to drink from it before examining it you get a different line. As far as I can remember anyway I had never gotten this line before and only found out about it a couple years ago.

"No. Champagne makes me all giggly." His delivery of this line is adorable.

However, if you examine the bottle first, you'll find out it's a "bottle of sparkling formaldehyde. Good year, too." And then it's labelled Chateau Embalm and if you try to drink it he just says one of his standard 'no' responses. "Hmmm, no." It's a nice little detail and hid a cute line from me for years.

Anyhoo, the important thing in here is a bag of wooden nickels "some treasure" but once you pick it up, it turns out there was a huge diamond ring under it and both get added to the inventory.

If you look out the porthole, he'll note the ocean floor, but if you knocked Murray into the water you get an extra comment: "And there's a really angry-looking skull floating around out there." Sorry,y Murray.

I remember getting stuck here as a kid. I'm pretty sure dad gave a nudge though I don't recall what that nudge was. You have to use the diamond ring to cut the glass on the porthole.

Then the water bursts in, flooding the hold and letting Guybrush float to the gaping hole at the top.

In the flotation device. Couldn't escape it after all.

Elaine is standing on the shore of the island and then we see Guybrush come swimming toward her. They have a happy if awkward reunion and Guybrush gets babble-y until Elaine tells him to hush and he gets to his point. Which is, with his newly found diamond ring, to propose to her!

Elaine accepts and there's the start of a sweet moment before Wally pops up, having been thrown clear of the ship and now safe. He compliments the ring but notes it looks just like the one from LeChuck's treasure hold.

The ring with a ghastly, disfiguring voodoo curse on it. Of course he's sure Guybrush wouldn't have given her THAT ring. Then he heads off on his business.

Elaine does know Guybrush though, and does know that's exactly what he'd do and Guybrush's nervy stammering does nothing to help his cause. She starts to wind up a punch but it's too late and the curse takes effect.

Turning her into a solid gold statue. And now we have our plot and goal: to undo this mess.

Next time we start exploring this new island and learn how to save Elaine in Part 2: The Curse Gets Worse.

#monkey island #the curse of monkey island #CMI #CMI_Log #adventure games #LucasArts

[fluffynexu]

imperial life (sorta)

life within the empire is very structured. it’s a society where everyone Knows Their Place and what they’re supposed to be doing.

for ex. there is a certain “life schedule” that imperial citizens are expected to adhere to.

ages:

0-5, raised by family as infants. sent to daycare during toddler years.

5-10, primary school. begin basic education.

10-15, junior school. continue education.

15-20, senior school. start some training alongside education.

20-25/30, MANDATORY SERVICE TIME.

25/30+, marriage and having children encouraged and you can live your life.

now after an individual completes their mandatory time actively serving, they can either continue to serve or return to other jobs and functions in the empire.

so you can have someone who was a foot soldier or sniper during their service time, but then return to “civilian” life as a florist or school teacher.

the sith follow a similar “life schedule”.

ages:

0-5, raised by family and like minded peer groups.

5-10, primary academy. basic training and education.

10-15, secondary academy. continued training and education.

15-20, preparatory academy. continued training and education.

20+, sith academy (proper) and from there, it depends on the individual sith’s master and rank.

tho the purebloods have a tendency to marry their children off after at the age of 20 (or young 20s) in hopes of procuring grandchildren (and therefore, securing family legacies) before anything... unfortunate happens.

another aspect of imperial life that is deeply entrenched within the civilization but never talked about too openly is the caste system.

everyone in the empire, sith or slave, is shoved into one of these castes. it is possible to move UP and DOWN. moving upward requires marrying someone of a higher caste, but ppl usually (tho not always!) stick to and marry within their own castes. moving down tends involves committing a crime and being punished for it, or disownment from family.

there are certain advantages of being a part of upper castes. which include, but are not limited to:

wider access on the holonet

higher pay

more options for housing

priority healthcare

less restrictions on travel

etc.

the two main groups the castes fall into are sith and imperial. obvs the sith castes are above the imperial ones.

castes among the sith are categorized by “blood purity” and family lineages. the older, purer bloodlines that can trace their roots to korriban are seen above sith who might not have such a heritage.

pureblood, greater families

pureblood, lesser families

human, greater families (usually have some pureblood family members as well)

human, lesser families (usually all human)

human, common (usually an individual that comes from a non-sith background that found sensitivity in the force)

alien

imperial castes on the other hand are categorized by “occupation” rather than bloodlines.

officers. self explanatory. within this caste the officers follow the rank order. ie, moff > captain.

healers. ppl who can help and heal others. doctors, psychiatrists, therapists, etc.

scholars. those who spend their time studying, researching, or teaching. scientists, philosophers, lawyers, professors, etc.

protectors. internal security of the empire. police type, firefighters, paramedics, emergency responders, imperial intelligence, etc.

farmers. self explanatory, also includes breeders (for fancy pets and vanity animals).

crafters. for those who MAKE or design things. artists, architects, engineers, cooks, tailors, etc.

traders. folks who buy and sell things or deal with money frequently. business people, vendors, bank folk, accountants etc.

entertainers. mostly performers of some type. actors, musicians, athletes, sex workers, etc.

cleaners. those who deal with trash or bodies. janitors, butchers, housekeepers, manicurists, waste management, groomers, etc.

casteless. ironically named, but still technically a caste. includes non citizens that may be visiting or traveling through, new imperial citizens, or disowned (usually non force sensitive) sith.

slaves. self explanatory.

in the old, old sith empire (pre arrival of exiles), the sith also had a ruler and priest caste. it can be argued that the two were simply merged into the modern sith grouping and all of their castes within.

as far as any that might be lawmakers and where they’d fit in. that’d be the dark council with some occasional input from very high ranking officers like the grand moff.

so in theory(!), anyone can move up or down the caste ladder. in reality it’s very rare and ppl are often born into one caste and simply live their life within its confines and die. but ppl across the entire caste system can and do work together frequently.

an ex is the sw and crew.

akrona is not only sith, but a pureblood from a greater family. making her one of the most privileged and (potentially) influential ppl in the empire.

quinn comes from a family of officers and they’ve all been at the relative top of imperial society for generations. even after his court martial he’s considered to be very lucky to have remained in the same caste.

pierce actually comes from farmers but managed to be promoted to an officer during his time in service. but since he wasn’t born into it, quinn some officers have an obvious bias against him for his position.

vette, being a freed slave is casteless. tho thx to having a sith benefactor and friend, she can get away with a lot more than others within her same social standing.

some notes under the read more since i KNOW you ppl don’t go to the op to read my darn tags! >,< lol

so... i know. i KNOW i didn’t list literally every single conceivable job that exist or could exist. you’ll have to excuse me on that lol.

and in case it wasn’t obvious, yes, i used my sw and my own hcs for the crew. NO, i am NOT saying that quinn dislikes pierce ONLY bc of “lower caste upbringing”. just that it’s one of many factors of tension between the two.

and regardless of caste, every citizen* in the empire is guaranteed food, shelter, water, and medical care. but obvs those in the upper castes would be eating the fanciest~ of feasts in their big ass floating mansions while the lower castes live off of ration bars and street food while living in small, utilitarian apartments. *does not include slaves since they are technically not citizens.

i am once again here to remind you that the empire is NOT

a democracy

capitalist

or a utopia

(but if for some reason you wanna make your empire all those things, go for it. i ain’t stopping you lol.)

but why castes?

bc it was an aspect of the ancient sith In Canon and thought i’d tinker with the concept.

lastly! i stfg...

IF YOU THINK ME MAKING A HC/WORLDBUILDING POST REFLECTS UPON MY MORALITY OR HOW I THINK A SOCIETY SHOULD BE RUN...

YOU HAVE NEXT LVL BRAIN ROT.

also, yes, you can use any/all concepts in whatever way you see fit if you want. you can also, ignore the whole thing!

#swtor #sith warrior #malavai quinn #sith pureblood #worldbuilding #heh #first post in forever :'D #i am bad at this #long post