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kitkatopinions · 28 days

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When people talk about how "rwde is mad that RWBY subverts expectations" I wonder how much of what's considered subverting expectations is actually ignoring set up, doing things out of nowhere, and actually doing a popular and very much so expected thing.

Like don't get me wrong, I do think sometimes people have ideas for what RWBY should've been and then think that it was more set up then it actually was. Like, people who took Blake saying she grew up outside the kingdoms and had to learn to fight to mean "I am an orphan and spent my whole life on the streets" that then got mad when Blake had pretty big house and parents. I might agree that RWBY perhaps shouldn't have given Blake the privileges they gave her specifically because of how they decided to use her to tell the other Faunus to stop being mean to their oppressors (though I'd sooner throw that part out than get rid of Blake being the daughter of a leader with a big house,) but I don't think it was pulling the rug out from under people the way some people do.

However, then you have things like Adam, where some people in RWDE are saying "he was set up as this interesting character who would be an ideological foil for Blake that cared about the cause and his people, and it felt like he'd be used as a way to talk about the injustice in the world of Remnant and then was reduced to nothing but a girl-obsessed hate sink two dimensional incel" and some anti-rwde people are hitting back with "you're just upset that the edgy bad-boy isn't getting redeemed, you just wanted Adam to be Zuko, but RWBY subverted your expectations by not redeeming him and instead giving Ilia the redemption arc, and giving Blake and Yang the sympathy."

And there's a lot to unpack, there. Including the fact that redemption arcs and sympathy aren't a zero-sum game in fiction and as someone who loves both redemption arcs and when characters get justified sympathy, it's frustrating when people act like there isn't enough redemption to go around as if it's a pie and Adam getting a piece of it means Ilia doesn't get any.

But more to the point, A. I at least have zero interest in Adam being a Zuko, because so much of Zuko's redemption arc hinged on Zuko confronting his and his people's role in oppression. Adam is oppressed. Zuko was scarred by an abusive father and banished from home, Adam was branded like cattle by a supremacist who he was working for as a child laborer. Although both are incredibly sympathetic, they're incredibly different. Whether or not the writers were trying to harken back to Zuko (which I believe they were,) they seemed to completely miss the differences between the two characters, and also deciding to 'subvert expectations' when the circumstances they themselves wrote were so different is a bad look at best. As if they couldn't have 'subverted expectations' with a different character like Cardin or Jacques or even Roman Torchwick, that wasn't a member of their in-universe oppressed minority group.

B. A member of an oppressed people group that's been hurt by the oppressors of the world and yet spends their time committing horrible cruel acts that force the heroes to stand against them is not some never before heard of thing. In fact, it's very common. A revolutionary supposedly fighting for equality that's actually hurting the people he's supposedly fighting for is a pretty regular every day thing. People have literally been criticizing how it's misused and usually racist propaganda (usually written by white people) since long before RWBY was even concepted. Adam isn't a proper subversion of anything, in my opinion, because you can't do the common thing and then say you subverted expectations by not doing the less common thing. Which in this case, the less common thing would actually be to make the oppressed person who had been branded and was shown fighting for the rights of his people to actually be a nuanced and complicated character who does deserve sympathy and could be redeemed.

C. It might just be me, but if you're going to 'subvert expectations' then the thing you write instead of the expectation had better be pretty freaking good. Because sometimes the expectation is there because it just works well. Like in a group of heroes, you expect them to develop a friendship. If people want to subvert expectations by instead having them hate each other, the story better be golden because the reason people tend to expect friendship is that it's usually much easier to connect to character dynamics when they actually like each other. If you're going to write a story where hope is a central theme, but you want to subvert expectations by making a sympathetic and cool character with a personal connection to the mains look like they're gonna get redeemed but then instead make them just the worst person imaginable, then you better do it super well and make him instead a great well-rounded nuanced and fun to hate villain. So not only do we have to pay attention to why the writers shouldn't have gone that route for Adam, we gotta look at the quality of what they did with it, and... Nope. It sucked. Adam was paper thin and horribly voice acted and honestly if he'd never attacked in V6 nothing would've really changed because it had no real consequences that couldn't have been better achieved in a different way, and introducing his branding scar in the same scene he got stabbed was purely for shock value, and nothing came of his character, and idk if Ruby ever even learned his name on screen or Weiss knew anything about him, and it was so badly done. If you're going to 'subvert expectations,' you gotta do it well, or people are always going to want the thing they expected in the beginning instead. Unfortunately, the RWBY writers didn't write Adam well at all. So I for one can't blame anyone for saying 'honestly, I wish they'd gone with the other thing.'

D. Back to 'sometimes when people say subverting expectations, they really mean ignored set up.' With Adam in particular, I do believe that he was always meant to be a bad guy who did bad cruel things from the very first trailer he appeared in, but that doesn't at all mean that set up wasn't ignored. From Blake talking about him as a mentor, to her crediting him with the Grimm masks, to the ideological differences, to Cinder literally having to threaten and coerce him into working with her on screen, the set up indicated that at the very least, this would be a complicated and nuanced 'villain with a point' and that point was going to matter and be addressed. The set up was that Cinder's coercion was going to be addressed and would matter. The set up was that Blake's complicated feelings about Adam and her desire to help her people and her later established care and compassion for Ilia (who may I remind people is at least just as bad as seasons 1-3 Adam in at least attempt if not execution,) would lead somewhere when it came to Adam. The set up was that seeing a child laborer literally branded on the face with the logo of WEISS'S COMPANY would lead to big discussions and some sort of recognition of just how bad the current system is and how bad the SDC itself as always been. And instead Weiss as far as we know never even heard about it and continued on being angry that she wasn't set to be CEO and calling her grandfather a hero and Blake was completely disinterested in attending a rally against Jacques Schnee and teased Weiss about her family owning half of Atlas. Like ???

E. Doing things out of nowhere is also not subverting expectations. In regards to Adam, this looks like randomly making him totally obsessed with Blake enough that he stalks her for weeks when he literally let her go repeatedly before that. Doing things out of nowhere is making Adam not care an ounce about his people in order to do whatever Salem says when we saw him reject Cinder outright and need to be coerced with threats to his people. Those aren't subverting expectations, that's just doing one thing and then retconning the character to do something out of character.

This post turned out to be mostly about Adam, but there's tons of examples of this, like people saying RWDE are mad that the writers 'subverted expectations' by making Ironwood turn evil when we were sitting there like 'the fact that he wasn't evil was subverting expectations in the first place! And they had to throw V3 out the window to get where they were in V8! And it was super badly done!' People just throw around 'subverting expectations' when it comes to RWBY because it sounds a lot better than 'flying by the seats of their pants doing whatever pops into their heads with no care or consideration towards set-up or emotional pay off' but that's it, that's what the RWBY writers seem to do. When I expect something to happen in RWBY, it's because it's the natural thing that makes sense to happen, and in their supposed effort to 'subvert expectations,' the writers instead made a show with no consequences where you can't expect the writers to make anything that happens matter and you can't trust what's in the show because the writers might say sike and retcon it. It's endlessly frustrating to be like 'hey was any of what was in the show going to matter' and then have people say 'you're just mad because RWBY subverted your expectations.' RWBY subverted my expectation that the show would be good, how about that?

You know, if the show actually was interested in subverting expectations, Jaune wouldn't be in the show nearly as much and he'd be more gender-non-conforming and be a support healer role instead of the man now with like twenty years of experience on the mains who always has his trauma get plenty of focus and gets away with screaming in Ruby's face that she's responsible for all bad things while he mourns the three different women that were shoved in the fridge for the sake of his character development. They could've started with making the white straight cis able-bodied not-faunus man actually not be a basic underdog-protagonist turned Michael-Scarn-esque tragic hero that Weiss lusts after, but whoops. Like what am I supposed to think, that they're super interested in subverting expectations for the sake of women when Jaune is right there guzzling up screen time? Nah babes.

(Before someone comes in here talking about Adam-obsessed fan boys, I do not even like Adam, canon Adam is not only gross but far too two-dimensional for me to even enjoy, and my own ideas for rewrites involve me boiling Adam down to a concept and building him up again as if he was a different character as much 'Adam' as Ruby is Red Riding Hood. Nobody accuse me of being an Adam-obsessed dudebro or I will lose it. Because that's another thing that a lot of anti-RWDE people seem to do, is decide that the only reason anyone would ever talk about problems with Adam is because they're an obsessed incel man. And meanwhile I'm over here as a bi-women who dislikes Adam partially because he reminds me of my controlling 'my happiness is your responsibility' ex-boyfriend who we - long story - thought might've stabbed someone with a sword once. So yeah, not an Adam fanboy lol.)

#rwde

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honeycomb-fics · 4 months

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Kenjaku x Reader

~800 words

(Bickering, implied relationship, was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away)

Kenjaku sat with his companion as he worked on his preparations for the culling game. He couldn’t help notice the long drawn out sigh that left your lips. He thought about ignoring it but he knew that it would only cause him further trouble down the line if he left you to stew in whatever thoughts you were having, even if they were.. in his mind, foolish.

He glanced over at you, “Pray tell, what is it this time?”

You let out another dramatic, exasperated sigh, “how come you only use the hideous cursed spirits?”

Kenjaku almost choked on the tea he was drinking, “W-what?”

He usually expected you to complain about something ridiculous, often wondering why he kept you around in the first place. Other than the fact that he found you aesthetically pleasing, you served absolutely no purpose to his plans. Although he occasionally found you amusing.

You drawled on, “Geto had some beautiful curses stored up yet you’re for some reason always whipping out those gross centipedes.. and other creepy things. Must you be so macabre?”

Kenjaku laughed softly in your face while you pouted childishly, “I don’t really think macabre is the word you’re looking for, my dear” he said condescendingly, his face maintaining that ever present smile, “But I can see why my choices may unsettle you.”

With your cheeks puffed out you whined a bit, “You could use rainbow dragon but you choose the centipedes! I literally don’t understand.”

This earns an eye roll from Kenjaku, something that you would normally relish in if you were not genuinely annoyed with his inability to utilize cursed spirits that didn’t give you the creeps.

“Y/N this is not a game of Pokémon,” He chastised you, “I am not going to pick and choose which cursed spirits I summon because you think they are cute. Cease your complaining.”

You didn’t stop, not in the least. “Okay but why don’t you even use the worm? It’s like GTA pockets. You have to admit it’s convenient and you aren’t even utilizing it..”

Kenjaku side-eyed you, considering if he should answer you honestly or just give you a non-answer. He sighed and mumbled. “It’s old man face… makes me uneasy.”

“It seems friendly for a cursed spirit,” you said shrugging your shoulders.

“It’s a damn cursed spirit! None of them are friendly. You probably would think Mahito was your best friend if he smiled at you. You really need to be more cautious about them,” He scolded you for the millionth time. Kenjaku wondered if it was even worth bringing you into the fold of his plans or if you would inevitably just end up ruining everything with your inability to think critically.

You flinched back slightly and looked up at him with a bit of a doe-eyed expression, “b-but I thought Mahito was my friend..”

He ran his hands through his long hair and let out an exasperated sigh. Kenjaku truly looked like he was running out of patience, “How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from that curse unless it is absolutely necessary for you to talk to him? And it is rarely, if ever, necessary for you to converse with him!”

Despite Kenjaku’s obvious annoyance and frustration you decided to defend your decision to associate with the curse, “Well Mahito is funny and he once showed me the shrunken human he keeps in his pocket.. it was… a little weird though.”

“And you didn’t stop to think that you’re very lucky you didn’t end up as the shrunken pocket human? Never occurred to you, hm? Ensuring that you do not die is becoming a full time job.” Kenjaku snapped at you, his hands holding your cheeks in his palms, “And quite frankly I do not have the extra time to expend on it.”

Your eyes shifted up to meet his scrutinizing gaze, letting yourself linger on his features a bit before speaking. Taking in the way his brow was furrowed in frustration despite his normally calm demeanor. You knew it was time to concede.

“I’m sorry, Kenjaku. I didn’t realize it was that big of a deal,” You said softly, in an attempt to play off all of his valid concerns.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your own. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply in an attempt to center himself again. His hands were still on the sides of your cheeks keeping you still. Kenjaku allowed himself to have this pleasure for a few moments before he pulled away.

“You are very fortunate you are cute. Otherwise I would not tolerate any of this.”

You smiled enjoying the compliment, “okay but can you maybe try to use rainbow dragon?”

#gail writes #Kenjaku x reader #pseudo Geto x reader

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 10 months

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after i saw that dave lee post last month, i got really invested...... any headcanons about dave lee being bffs with alternate y/n??

Oh I'm glad you're invested!!! This is more of how they meet and stuff but yeee

.....

You first met Dave by masquerading as a random person under the pretense of looking for "work".

In reality, you learned MandelaTECH has been holding recovered footage/tapes from incidents related to Alternates and you just wanted to check them out.

But when you arrive (after hiding many of your flawed characteristics the best you could), Dave nearly kicks you out before you could even say a word to him.

"No. Get out. You are banned from here."

"What...?"

"That's right. Banned with a capital "B"."

"...why, may I ask?" You were convinced he somehow saw through your disguise so quickly, but what he said next reveals otherwise.

The complete opposite, in fact.

"You know what you did, [random name]. You can't just show up here as if nothing ever happened." He talks you down like a stern dad, eyebrows furrowed with disappointment.

You're incredibly lost. "Remind me again what I did wrong?"

"You seriously forgot that you were snooping backstage? Looking through the tapes that were specifically labeled for my eyes only? I called you and you wouldn't tell me if you watched any of them. You just...didn't seem to care."

At this point, you realized that you've accidentally disguised as one of his ex-employees--one who had a really bad falling-out with him.

"I tried to be a cool manager, but...I trusted you not to go back there. And yet you did anyways and told me I was "the worst" when I had to let you go. I was kinda hurt." He sounded quite sad and betrayed, and it made you feel bad.

"...I'm..sorry D--Mr. Lee. But I really need a job and..I couldn't find anything else in town that was hiring." You feigned guilt. "I'll make it up to you. I won't speak of anything I might've seen in that box. From now on my eyes will be...up front."

"...and?" He raises an eyebrow.

"And....I...think you're actually really cool. Whatever I said that day was out of frustration. It...wasn't how I truly felt."

"........alright. You get one more chance."

Thus Dave "rehires" you on the spot, although he did take notice of your flawed features throughout the week--with you labelling them as things from "accidents".

Besides that, it's not a bad job. Although out of respect, you abstained from peeking into that box of tapes he mentioned.

There comes a point where you have to reveal yourself as an Alternate--and it's when your disguise was literally falling apart at the seams and not even your MandelaTECH hoodie could hide them.

So you morphed into your basic form after the store closes for the night, speaking to Dave in your actual voice.

"Forgive me for deceiving you, David...but I, [y/n], am-"

"Oh I knew for a while. But you had me fooled the first few days."

"...and yet you didn't panic?" You blink. "If you knew all along, why didn't you-?"

"I mean, you took the blame for my ex-employee and...I gotta thank you for that. I don't think they would've genuinely showed up from the way they spoke to me. You apologized on their behalf, and...that's not what I'd expect from an Alternate. So maybe you guys aren't all that bad...maybe."

"I confess my disguise was random. I did not think they were a former employee of yours. But....does this mean I can still work here?"

"Yeah. You're good. I only ask that you uh....don't tamper with that box I mentioned. It's all highly confidential stuff that the lieutenant trusts me with. I-I mean...I know I can't actually stop you but-"

"No, no. You have my word, David." You smile.

It's not long after that when he befriends you, rather than act as your employer.

If he's working alone in the shop, you'd keep watch over him from the shadows, making sure nothing harmed him (be it the rare rude customer or other Alternates).

You do learn he's been restoring the lost tapes, holding files of Murray's TA report, and keeping some outlawed TVs backstage, but you ensured no Alternate can interfere with any signals on them.

And Dave's just 100% chill about it.

Though when he hires Evelin he just tells her not to worry about the weird shadow in the corner.

#clanask #anonymous #mandela catalogue x reader #tmc x reader #dave lee #alternate y/n #alternate reader #platonic #headcanons

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etheries1015 · 28 days

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BOOK 7 SPOILERS BELOW

I finally decided to suck it up and catch up with twst book 7, I stopped after seeing Silver cry because I'm sCARED OF BEING SAD 😭😭 anyway here's a few reactions I had to it 😭

And hearing about the update coming soon-ish to ENG servers I really need to read up

Lilia pressuring Epel like the old man he is 😭😭 I love the moments that they remind us just how old Lilia actually is and how he sees most if not all the students as if they were his children/grand children, making sure they get the most out of the party and drink...its giving "What do you mean you're not hungry? Absolutely not. Here Is at least 5 servings of whatever dish I made to help u grow big and strong."

Okay I didn't take a screen shot of it but the entire section where Lilia looked kind of guilty with Ortho about exchanging addresses because you just KNOW he probably isn't gonna check in, presumably because he doesn't want anyone to get More attached to him seeing as he is nearing the end of his life span (crying shaking throwing up)

THIS. THIS. THIS INTERACTION HE HAD WITH US. I LOVE HIM. I AM SO SILLY FOR HIM. I totally forgot I changed my in-game name from my nickname to my REAL name and when he said my name I verbally yelled "WHAT THE HELL" before giggling and kicking my feet hehehehe I'm clinically insane for him

But the fact that he acknowledged us as Malleus friend probably means we've spent a lot of time at the dorms or around Lilia for him to see how our friendship and interactions with him work, and it melts my heart hehe. Being part of the diafam fr. But honestly bro back me up, I'm tired of being called a hench-human 😭💀

I wonder just how bad we must look with everyone noticing the strange shift??? Either we REALLY made a scene (tripping over, going pale) or the twst boys are just that attentive to us and I think that is the sweetest thing ever 😭😭 Ace and Deuce is so sweet for thinking of us and trying to get us out while also being polite to the people who kindly held the party. Despite not being there long, ace and deuce is willing to skip out on free food and drinks in order to make sure you're okay and I'm just 😭😭 ANGELS. I LOVE THEM.

But also the way Lilia worries for you is so sweet 😭💜 I should write a fic of sick reader and Lilia, or reader trying to tough it out because I know for a FACT Lilia would not let that slide! (Hypocrite 😐)

I ACTUALLY DROPPED MY JAW WHEN SEBEK SAID THIS SHIT. I WAS. WHAT. WHAT THE HELL LMFAOOOOO 😭 thats fucking insane bro I actually found myself chastising him thru the phone, I would NOT let that discrimination against humans bullshit pass fr 😭 slap him right upside the head and give him a stern talking to. I like seeing Lilia get frustrated, he's so cute and UGH. Although it went in one ear out the other, Seeing Lilia mad is so hot if I'm being real with y'all rn BUAHAHA.

I didnt screen shot this either (and I can't fit anymore photos on this post smh) but Silvers nose being red and obvious he was crying but Lilia confused. DudE OF COURSE he was crying!!! You're his dad!! You raised him since he was a baby, he's just now going into adulthood and doing that WITHOUT HIS DAD who is going to a far away land! Sure, traveling is a thing , but honestly nothing beats having that support just a moments away. Silver is literally the sweetest and wants to support his dad , but who's going to support him????!?! Lilia is putting him in a position where Silver feels the need to be strong and hide his tears for Lilias sake, but of course this is hard on him, its so sudden, too! Being so close to your parent and next thing you know mere days later they are stripped away from your arms?!

I just want to give them all hugs. Lilia obviously has some issues and misconstrued ideas of love (a million people have made posts and comments on this, so I will not repeat it) and I just. Need them to all sit around and be their mediator while we go thru their emotional states.

Ugh. I was in my twst burnout stage and still low key am, but fuck does it spark so much passion in you 😭😭

#twisted wonderland #etheries rants💜✨#Twisted wonderland book 7 #diasomnia #twst #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #silver vanrouge

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willalove75 · 11 months

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Rebecca x fem!reader, where Rebecca keeps calling reader pet names in a different language and leaves reader curious as to what they mean.

Also, how does it feel to carry the entire Rebecca x reader fandom on your back???💕💕

The way I literally laughed SO HARD when I first read this hahahahah

I have absolutely no fucking idea how this happened but I am SO grateful that everyone has liked my fics so much 😂🥺

And I LOVE this idea! Thank you so much for the requests! 💕

Translations (in order of appearance, also I used a lot of Google translate so apologies for any incorrect translations.):

Cara mia - Italian - My Beloved (yes its an Addams Family reference, I would be insane to pass this up such a perfect opportunity)

Bichita - Spanish - Little bug

Ti piace quando parlo in lingue diverse? - Italian - You like when I speak in different languages?

Mon petit chouchou - French - My little cabbage

Draga mea - Romanian - My darling (yes this is also a reference to Lady Dimitrescu, once again I would be insane to pass up the opportunity)

Tu aimes quand je parle dans différentes langues? - French - You like when I speak in different languages?

Ti accende l'amore? - Italian - Does that turn you on love?

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It's been a few weeks since your relationship with Rebecca went public, the news spread like wildfire across the office. It was uncomfortable for the first week or so, you got a lot of weird stares and head a bunch of whispers as you waked by, more buzzing emerged whenever you were spotted with Rebecca, which was often since you were her assistant.

"Cara mia don't pay them any attention." Rebecca says, looking down at you with a smile on her face.

You lift your gaze from the floor up to her and gently smile at her, she wraps her arm around you and you make your way to her office.

"You would think there would be new office gossip for them to move on to." You say, a little frustrated.

"Love, you're sleeping with your boss, I'm sleeping with my assistant. I don't think it's going to be one of those things that blows over quickly."

You cross your arms and frown, it's been exhausting trying to dodge everyone's stares and gossip, you just want it to end. She stands up from her desk and wraps her arms around you.

"Oh bichita, it'll be okay. Just give it some time."

You look up at her and smile, wrapping your arms around her waist.

"What?" She asks.

"Noting, I have no idea what 'bichita' means, but I love hearing you speak different languages. It's pretty sexy actually."

"Ti piace quando parlo in lingue diverse?"

"I have no idea what you just said, but I could listen to you say it all day." You say with a laugh, she laughs and leans down and kisses you.

She sits back down at her desk and you take a seat in one of the chairs in front of her. You open up your notebook and go through the list of meetings she has for the rest of the week, as well as plans you've added into her calendar for after work.

"Three meetings Wednesday, one at 11am, the other at 2pm."

"Ugh I'm not looking forward to those- wait, what's the third meeting?"

"Well the third is kind of a twofer, 7pm and 9pm."

She gives you a look.

"Dinner at 7 and," you look back through your notes "miscellaneous physical activity at 9pm."

Rebecca starts laughing and puts her hands in her face, you start laughing too along with her.

"What am I gonna do with you?" She says shaking her head, still laughing.

"Anything you want." You say as you playfully stick your tongue out at her.

She rests her face on her hand and looks at you with a smile on her face.

"Oh how I adore you." She says with a smile. Her eyes shift to the door and she sits up. "Leslie, good morning."

"Good morning Rebecca, y/n, I heard some interesting scuttlebutt on my way in this morning."

"Please tell me they've stopped talking about Rebecca and I." You say, although you already know the answer.

Higgins looks at you and back to Rebecca. "I'm afraid not, it actually is scuttlebutt about the two of you." He says cautiously.

"Ugh." You say as you put your head down on Rebecca's desk.

"Aw, mon petit chouchou," she says as you feel her fingers run through your hair.

"Aw." Higgins says, sounding like he understood what she said.

"What does that mean?" You ask as you look up at Rebecca.

"My little cabbage." Higgins says, you look over at him and he has his hand over his heart.

"What? A cabbage?" You look back at Rebecca, confused.

"It's a French term of endearment love." She says with a smile.

"French is fucking weird." You look back over at Higgins. "So what did you hear?"

"Well, the rumor is that Rebecca is moving in with you."

You look over at her and she chuckles. "Oh no, we're not there yet, plus, when we do move in together, y/n will be moving in with me."

"I feel like I should be offended at that." You say with a laugh.

"Oh please, you and I both know my house is much bigger and nicer than your flat." You give her a look. "As charming and lovely as it is." She quickly adds.

"I guess that's fair." You say rolling your eyes at her. "Wait, did you say 'when we move in together'?"

"I did." She says with a smile.

You both chat with Higgins some more and you get on with your day.

A few days later you're walking through the hall and you see Rebecca walking towards you.

"Ah, there you are." She says with a smile.

"Hi baby!"

She wraps her arms around you and you wrap your arms around her waist and look up into her eyes. A few of your coworkers walk by and you hear whispers as they pass by.

"Ugh." You say as you rest your head on her shoulder.

"Come with me." She says as she grabs your hand. She walks a few feet down the hall and looks both ways to see if there's anyone nearby. When the coast is clear she pulls you into a supply closet and shuts the door behind you.

"What are you-"

"Shhh." She says bringing her finger to your lips. She holds your face in her hands and gazes into your eyes. "I couldn't wait until later." She whispers.

"Rebecca-" your words are cut off when her lips meet yours, you melt into the kiss, your hands holding onto her hips.

She flicks her tongue across your lips and you part them, letting her in. You gently moan into her mouth when her tongue meets yours and you feel her smile as she kisses you. You gently suck on her bottom lip and kiss alongside her jaw and down her neck. She takes a sharp breath in as you nip at her neck and then suck on the spot, you're probably going to leave a mark but right now that's the last thing either of you are thinking about. You kiss further down her neck and over her collarbone, she runs her fingers through your hair and grabs at the hair at the back of your head. You kiss further down her chest and between her breasts, your chin resting on the lowest point of her v neck shirt. You kiss and suckle on the exposed skin of her cleavage and she throws her head back.

"Mmm, draga mea, you are perfection."

"Don't stop, talk to me in every language you know." You purr as you kiss every inch of her exposed skin.

"Tu aimes quand je parle dans différentes langues?"

You smile as you kiss your way back up her neck.

"Ti accende l'amore?"

Your lips meet hers once more and she kisses you hard, her tongue immediately exploring your mouth. She pins you against the shelf behind you, her hands gripping your hips, she moves her lips to your neck and begins kissing and gently biting at your skin. You grab the hair on back of her head and bite down on your lip desperately trying to hold back a moan. One starts to slip out and she catches it in her mouth, pressing her lips against yours. You're desperate for her touch but you don't want her lips to move off of yours. You both feel like you're in your own world where only the two of you exist, you usually feel like this when you're with her, especially when you're being intimate in any way.

You're blinded by a bright light when you realize someone opened the closet door, you and Rebecca jump and you see one of your coworkers, completely in shock. They immediately close the door and you hear their footsteps quickly walk down the hall. After the initial shock, you both look at each other and laugh, you lay your head into Rebecca's chest.

"Oh nooo." You whine.

"Nous sommes baisés." She says as she wraps her arms around you.

"What does that mean?"

"We're fucked."

You both laugh as you hold each other, your burning face buried into her.

"We sure are."

#rebecca welton x reader #hannah waddingham #rebecca welton #rebecca welton fanfic #willalove75 #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #wlw fanfic

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fanmoose12 · 4 months

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OMG I just realized I misread the Fanfic Trope post like the moron that I am, sorry! 🫣

So how would you mix 46 "Blind Date" -that I previously requested- with 88 "Erotic Dreams"?

Thank you Fanmoose, I love your works ✨

oooooh, that's a hard one. a very, very hard one

but, and, please, bear with me, let's imagine that levi develops a little, totally not serious crush on one of his coworkers and it leads to his subconsciousness... having a little fun while he's asleep. and since it's levi we're talking about and he can't just, you know, talk about his feelings, and he's definitely, one hundred percent sure that his crush is unrequieted, because why wouldn't it be? after all, the person he's crushing on is funny, kind, incredibly smart, beautiful (and, yes, wears glasses)

so. he decides to suffer through it all in silence. but, there is a slight problem with that. because, while levi has perfected the art of ignoring his feelings during the day, he's not... so successful at it during the night. which doesn't bother him that much, but it does bother his roommate erwin, who is really tired of pressing a pillow to his head in hopes that it'll muffle the sounds that his best friend's making

erwin tried breaching the subject, of course, but levi either denied it or became so embarrassed that he literally raw away from that particular conversation. so! erwin comes up with a genius idea: since levi is so clearly sexually frustrated and won't do a thing about it - erwin will do that for him. as soon as that idea pops into his head, he calls mike and asks if any of his friends are single. mike doesn't hesitate with an answer even for a bit, because his cousin has been acting weird for weeks now, pining over some idiot who doesn't even notice their advances.

and so! mike and erwin set up their two respective idiots (which, in erwin's case, took a lot more convincing than he was honestly prepared for), levi, resigned and already anticipating a disaster, dresses up in clothes erwin told him to, goes to the cafe erwin told him to, and there he sees.... hange, the coworker he's been crushing on for months. his first instict is to flee, of course, but just as he starts to, hange notices him, waves and smiles at him, and levi has no choice but to join them at the table

hange, after making sure that levi is really, actually their date, throws their head back and starts laughing, and, again, levi desperately wishes to run away, but, for once, he's glad he didn't, because once hange calms down, they explain the reason for their laughter. they tell him how they didn't want to go on that date and how mike basically forced them to, but now they're really happy they did come.

'it must be destiny!' hange exclaims. 'or mike's meticulous scheming, since, you know, i kinda wanted to ask you out for a really long time now.'

levi's brain starts working for a moment, because surely he must have misheard. that, or it's actually another dream and he and hange will start having sex in the middle of a cafe the very next second. wouldn't be the weirdest dream that he had. but hange doesn't pounce at him like they do in all of his extremelly disturbing dreams, they don't even pull him in for a kiss, they just keep looking at him, with a gentle, pretty smile

and levi - for the first time in his entire life - decides to stop hiding his feelings. he covers hange's hand with his and murmurs, 'seems like erwin did something right for once'

it pulls another chuckle out of hange, but they don't take their hand away, they just slightly move it so that they can interlace their fingers with levi's

the date goes smoothly after that, and, although they don't fall into bed after having just one coffee, a kiss that hange presses on his cheek after he walked them home feels so much better than anything levi's seen in his dreams

#ok yea i know i cheated a bit since it's not actually a blind date but...... it's the best that i could have come up with :(

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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Hi, could I request a comfort Ni-ki fic where m!reader is struggling to catch up with the rest of the group and Ni-Ki helps him?

Ni-ki comfort fic where he stays up with m!reader to play some games, something like him holding reader while he plays through a tough level.

i need someone to make a gif of niki with the lollypop from the end of the latest en o'clock ep does anyone know what i'm talking about

he's so cute i love him there are literal stars in his eyes

pairing: niki x 8th member!male! reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff, comfort word count: 1.3k

includes: reader being insecure about his dancing, self doubt, supportive enha, blushy niki i am obsessed with blushy boys sorry but i make the rules

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i couldn't decide on which idea i wanted to write so i just combined them lol you literally read my mind i was thinking about how i wanted to write more niki fluff yesterday and then i got this ask lmao this idea was really cute, i hope you enjoy <33

requests open !! read my rules first

you curse under your breath as you lose count of the steps again. you bite your tongue in frustration as your choreographer sighs. although she’s trying to hide her frustration, you can see how she continues to grow more annoyed each time you have to repeat the steps. she glances back at you for a second before refocusing on the mirror in front of you and rolling the tension from her shoulders. “let’s just do it again, okay?”

even without being able to see him looking at you in the reflection of the mirror you can feel niki’s eyes on you. you keep your gaze trained on your feet, mentally practicing the footwork once again. he’s standing on the other side of the room from you. his dancing is flawless - like it always is. you know it’s irrational, but it feels like you’re the only person struggling. like you’re dragging the team down.

you repeat the steps once again. and again. and again. and again. you practice for so many hours that your shirt clings to your body because of the sweat by the time you finish. your hair is nearly dripping. everything feels uncomfortable. your sticky t-shirt, your too-thick sweatpants, the way your shoes dig into the heels of your feet, the burn in your throat from dehydration, your growing headache from the unforgiving studio lights above you. it adds to your irritation at yourself, fueling the flames of your insecurity.

finally, your choreographer sighs, taking her hat off to push her bangs back. her once neatly tied bun is now a tangled ponytail laying on her back. “let’s stop for now,” she concludes, stopping the music. she grabs her water bottle, opening it as she continues. “good work today.”

you wait for everyone else to filter out of the room before you finally lean down to take a swig of your own water. niki stays back with you, gesturing for you to sit down on the ground beside him. reluctantly, you obey. the dirty tile feels cool against your palms. “don’t push yourself too hard,” he whispers. “i’ll help you practice later if you really want to.” you remain silent, eyes completely focused on your water bottle. it feels lukewarm in your hands as you tilt the bottle back and forth, watching it swirl around inside of its plastic confines.

niki’s gaze remains on you. he’s been looking at you all day. usually it would make you nervous; him staring at you. but today you’ve been so focused on your own shortcomings that you forget the boy who stole your heart as soon as you met him is watching you carefully. his eyes scan your face as if he’ll be able to read your mind if he tries hard enough. in some ways he can. your furrowed eyebrows and slight frown tell him everything you’re unable to vocally express.

a knock at the door interrupts your one-sided staring contest. jungwon pokes his head in with a sympathetic smile, sunoo peeking over his shoulder from behind. “we’re heading home for the night. the car is ready if you’re coming.”

niki nods, reaching over to grab your hand - a silent, but firm gesture. we're going home for the night. you're coming. we'll practice more tomorrow. “we’ll be right there.” he remains a quiet but welcome presence beside you as you grab your things, following jungwon and sunoo out of the studio. you lean against the car window. your swirling thoughts are kept at bay as jay reaches behind the seats through the car to pat your shoulder.

“y/n?” niki slowly opens the door, slipping into your shared room. you sit up to look at him. he gives you a small smile as he walks over to sit down on the bed next to you. “you did your best today,” he whispers, reaching over to grab your hand. his thumb strokes against your knuckles as he intertwines your fingers. “everyone has off days. the choreography is hard. we all struggled with it. but you kept trying. that’s what’s important.”

you move to look over at him. he leans down slightly to press his forehead against yours. his dark eyes stare into yours, somehow calming your anxieties about pulling the team down and easing your insecurities about yourself. “you really think so?”

“i know so,” he hums, bringing his other hand up to your face. he strokes your cheek, leaning in to press a quick kiss against your cheek. you laugh at the ticklish feeling as he pulls away. “and the others do too. we love you. you could never disappoint us. or engene.”

your lips quirk upwards into a small smile. you wrap your arms around niki, pulling him into a hug. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “thank you.”

“anything for my boy,” he whispers.

you savor the moment for as long as you can. it’s not often that niki is this affectionate with you - especially in the dorms when anyone could walk in at any time. he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, making you laugh as his hair tickles the skin. you can hear him stifle his own chuckle. “hey, you know what would make me feel better?”

“hm?” the word is muffled against your shoulder.

“beating you in mario kart.”

niki pulls back, letting out a faux offended gasp. “i can’t believe this!” you bite back a laugh as he dramatically brings a hand up to his chest over his heart. “betrayed! by my own boyfriend!”

you chuckle as you shake your head. niki breaks when you do, collapsing into a fit of laughter himself. you knock your shoulder into his as you stand up, holding out a hand for him. “come on, you big baby.”

“but i’m your baby,” niki retorts. he lets you pull him up, following you out of the room.

"unfortunately."

“you love it,” he teases. you playfully roll your eyes, shaking your head.

niki lets out a content sigh as you settle yourself in his lap. he grabs a controller, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his chin on your shoulder to see the tv screen from behind you. all of his worries disappear as you lean back against his chest and relax against him. you lean up to press a peck against his jawline, turning away before you notice the deep blush spreads across his face. he can hear jay and heeseung playfully arguing in the kitchen as they continue making dinner.

as you wait for the game to begin, a realization dawns on him. sitting on the floor of your shared dorm with you in his lap and your friends surrounding you, he feels safe. it feels like home. like love. he’s in love with you.

niki leans down to press a kiss against your shoulder, tightening his hold around you slightly. “i love you.” he whispers. though the words are barely audible you turn around immediately, staring at him with wide eyes. you both sit, staring at each other in shock for a few seconds before you smile brightly at him, pulling him into a sweet kiss.

the moment is interrupted by sunghoon groaning as he lays onto the couch behind you. “you have a shared room for this,” he whines. you playfully roll your eyes as you pull away, pressing a final peck against niki’s lips.

“at least they have a reason to need a room,” jake teases, leaning over the edge of the couch. “it’s better than you can say.”

"hey!" niki stifles a laugh as he hides his flushed face against your shoulder. sunghoon and jake's bickering drowns out any noise the tv is making, though none of you mind. you twist to look up at him with a small smile. when you finally begin the round he knows that he’s sure - he wouldn’t give this up for anything in the world.

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mbslost · 2 months

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hi. yes i came back for another yapping session, ironic.

i would like to express some of my feelings towards... some interesting things.

1. The Strade nazi drawing

i talked about his before, i am aware, but later (while reading other opinions as well) i got reminded about EP (Electricpuke for those who dont know him). did we all forgot HOW MANY nazi drawings he made? dont you believe that's an influence as well? if i remember correctly, Gato cut ties with him because of his abusive behaviour (there arent many people talking about this but some user are aware about his actions. sadly i wasnt in the community when that happened)

literally there are people calling Gato a nazi when she doesn't support the ideology. why did no one act the same with EP? different standards? the fact he left (probably) for good? still its not an excuse to call Gato a nazi. also she apologised multiple times. again MULTIPLE TIMES. even in the callout post in twt you can see the fact she IS sorry for drawing that. that she REGRETS it

edit: kay found a ss on tt from the user @/gorturic where Gato said this as well

again, she doesn't support any nazi shit :/

2. The way others silence opinions that they dont like

im not saying you should be forced to agree with it, but when you make a callout account, normally, you let multiple people say their opinions over that thing. you can even show proof when you see someone is wrong. thats how argument work, crazy ik.

i start to see that if you defend Gato or just leave the community because the fandom its on thin ice, you'll be harassed and bullied for your choices. first of all, HOW ABOUT WE LEAVE PEOPLE THAT DONT WANT TO ASSOCIATE WITH BTD/TPOF ANYMORE ALONE. good? literally saw multiple users being harassed by this. its THEIR decision, suck it up. also can we stop SENDING DEATH THREATS???

or the fact that if you do have a point, they'll immediately cancel it with the "oh but its not important". it can be if you have some proofs for their misinformation (just like i proved the variety of poc characters Gato CREATED. didnt talk about Ren since he's another story)

3. Lack of proof for the side allegations.

if people noticed mods harassing people sm, why didnt they talk? why arent there ss of their conversations? we dont even know (most of us) what they even commented about (aside of Pussyspieler drawing). or the twt user that was wronged. that situation was like.. kind of a "im more autistic so you should shut up" (i have to add that i asked people on the spectrum about this and that was their point of view) of course the mod shouldn't have said it like that but.. its more of a misunderstanding really.. that doesnt mean you cant be upset. you absolutely can. everyone can react differently so dont harass them for feeling down or for being frustrated.

also the spanish (or mexican idk) users that just copied and translated @/renhanasgf posts with little to no new information. just the same thing. (although they said something of Gato not sending merch to latin America. probably because of the laws back then or the fact that the transport fee would be high af. im still searching for the reason tho so ill need some time for that one).

4. This fandom is messed up

people when fans of horror porn games are problematic 🤯. i agree that some people are being like extreme with their reactions, but no one is perfect here. just like i approached the situation completely wrong, they did the same. of course, now if you go around and be a racist piece of shit, you shoudl just stay off the internet for a while. luckily more approach the "like the art not the artist" thing.

look. you can always block users that you dont like (just like i do to those who are either into csam,thanks for telling me ab this term anon!, or incest). i know. shocking that people can block others.

after all these fandoms are not for the weak. there may be some safe spaces in it as well but... lets be real... its still going to be problematic. if you cant handle the community or how others act around here, then id suggest for you to not have a close interaction with others. like uhm, just, appreciate the content, not every person around here. just be aware of the users, stau safe okay?

5. Will i stop yapping?

not until i will see an agreement in the fandom. Gato is a human, of course she will do mistakes. especially if she's anxious or tired. having hundreds of people around you its hard and i can imagine it. having supoortive people only to wake up with people hating you. i hope she's safe and that she wont have to go to the hospital again. i pray for her well being, and to others that got spammed with those disgusting comments.

im not saying we should forget about this like.. her poor management and emotional way of responding to things, but is it truly worth it? to force a person to apologise just because they tried to fix things?

i also dont think ill stop because i just feel like im the only one that does talk here (trying to even prove wrong on some things). if others do it as well, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG ME I WANNA SEE THEM😭 also because most people are still so confused about EVERYTHING. for some reason this drama its only getting more popular on tt for some reason.. which is a big no no since there are a lot of YOUNG people. i believe this should be talked here, and on twitter. (idk what to say about telegram)

ill stop here since my sickness got me. i will edit it later to add or correct myself but *sighs*

please stay safe and try to view more opinions over this. DONT SPAM OR HARASS ANYONE WHO ONLY WANTED TO EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS. we'll see on Sunday how things will turn out.

(if i missed something out or said something wrong please correct me)

#gatobob #btd #boyfriend to death #tinr #btd2 #i also got tired of this or the multiple hateful messages that i had to delete since there were full of kys #untill then we'll see. i also wish to take a break because i got ill and this axiety aint helping much #whatever happens i wish Gatobob will be safe and will come back without any more backlash.#i do realise that me talking too much wont help either but.. i cant help it. the voices are winning

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takaramagi · 1 year

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this was the best scene thus far i am gonna go ahead and put that out there first

the way the entire world faded out around them to the point they didn't even notice the taxi pulled up until the driver had to say something

but also the way that jaewon seems so comfortable doing this type of thing where he fixes/helps jihyun pull his backpack up and PULLS (not lightly either) jihyun closer to him just to what??? stare into his eyes???

he seems somewhat comfortable initiating this but as soon as things get "too real" he seems to get overwhelmed. when jihyun was helping him draw and moved closer to jaewon he had to back away from the situation and make an excuse to get jihyun to go away for a second. this is one of the only times jihyun has initiated this type of contact himself also, other than maybe ep. 1 where he passes the lighter.

(which we saw how jaewon just stood there stunned for a while lmao) i think it's worth noting that maybe jaewon feels more in control even though it's kinda like he almost can't help himself but initiate this type of thing but also when jihyun kinda shows interest on his part jaewon is like hey woah woah woah..........like you can see the world fading away from him in his eyes when these moments happen or when he looks at jihyun.

it seems like jaewon has this own little world with jihyun like in this moment, he basically completely forgets the world is moving around them and other people exist. it's not like he's the character saying "oh but people will see us." he doesn't even seem to consider that really, because they're not even there? which goes back to how jaewon has these superficial relationships with people around him in his daily life.

then he gets snatched back, like it is a visible difference and moment when he gets pulled back into reality. and that is when he starts to pull himself back and kinda push jihyun away even. i would say most of jaewon's pressures seem internal because of all this, even though his "friends" definitely contribute to it. i don't think most of whatever is going on with him is about his friends or outsiders though because i don't think jaewon is even considering them at all? i don't mean in a selfish way. i talked about this briefly in the tags of the great post by this scholarly poster where jaewon always contradicts himself. because he is not being real with anyone including himself at the times we have seen him because that is his entire character and will be his character arc. pretty much everything i said in the tags was confirmed by these eps where he talks to the surf club president who seems to be his only friend he can be somewhat himself with and his therapist.

i mean that as frustrating as it is to watch jaewon's friends be shitty people......jaewon knows that too. but with jihyun we are seeing him put some type of effort into a relationship whereas the friendships he has... although it may be hard for him to be with jihyun because of whatever internal battles he has, it is probably harder for a character like jaewon to confront that everything else in his life is superficial and he's just been going along with it.

one, to confront that makes it real. if you just let it happen then it's whatever. but to tell someone to stop treating you badly even when you know they won't because the friendship isn't real, it's easier just to leave it as is. but also his character literally says it's his flaw, that he doesn't speak up or show his real self. but he also says that it is exhausting living like that so i suspect he's gonna blow up eventually. honestly when he confronted his friend in the bathroom i was like dang hope he bashes his head in the sink weak hero class style

jaewon even started his relationship with jihyun like this too. everything was oh i'm a senior that will be your friend, call me when you don't even have my number....he's stuck between this performance and persona he has vs real genuine interest in someone. when it gets in that grey area in between his persona (especially when he's around others) and how he really feels and what he really wants these contradictions occur. it's easier to play things off in jest too than admit something is real to you. he probably doesn't even know how to navigate that honestly, when he's been playing this part and just letting things happen to and around him. (he also says that the military was an escape for him since he didn't have to deal with all this). i wonder if his relationship with his ex was a performance as well. just to be "normal" amongst his friends and peers, but who knows.

i am willing to bet the closest we get to jaewon's "real" self is when he is with jihyun and even then it is only glimpses so far. that and when he is truly alone like we saw in the early eps but those moments are few and far between. i am glad he is in therapy lol because that seems like a lot for jihyun but also for jaewon too. i am also willing to bet that this will be a central conflict/plot point when jaewon stops performing and loses pretty much everything he has. and who stays will be who truly cares for him and confronting that is scary as hell. either that or something will happen with the friend or his ex where he will be forced to (probably his relationship with jihyun but at this point everything is fake around him except his relationship with the surf president, but even with her i don't know if he thinks he can be completely honest), and he's gonna react badly and i can't blame him

#the eighth sense #extremely long sorry i don't know why i typed all this so i put it under a read more #just me talking about jaewon #i can already see the pitchforks coming for his head when something happens and it hurts jihyun #i don't want to see jihyun get hurt either but jaewon is my friend and i am sticking beside him #this is less of an analysis and more of me just ranting and rambling so don't expect anything profound or unsaid before #i just like his character and this show and think it is interesting #i havent read this over because i am too lazy so it may not even make any sense sorry #five liveblogs

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merakiui · 7 months

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I love sk!Jade so much its like my meds to make me stay put and all that. I LOVE to always imagine and wonder what it'd be like in this situation with sk!Jade and while im always reading it and something inconvenient happens with Darling im always quick to say "Oh hell nah" Or cuss out at Jade because WTF?!?!!?! But in reality if it were me in there i'd be cowering in fear and already dead😭😭 I'd have the tongue and wittiness that Ace has but the moment he points that blade against my throat im suddenly mute and submissive to his will. Or sometimes i would think Darling would find themself thinking "Okay so what if hes hot and has nice damn muscled arms when hes rolling his sleeves to dismember another victim- wait what am I talking about IM LITERALLY HELD CAPTIVE AS WELL. dude is literally going to kill someone and is holding me captive, now is NOT the time to ogle at his arms (if it isnt obvious enough i am SO DOWN BAD for strong leech arms even in such treacherous situations and conditions ><)"

I also like to think that sometimes for fun Sk!Jade likes to dress Darling in his clothes (Bloodied or not) and let his big collard shirt drape over them without anything under as they give him a pathetic and mortified look. That pathetic and submissive look on their face is absolutely adorable to him that he could just kiss their cheek! (And bite it off a few for a taste hehe)

Fear play is definitely his kink, but he can be so genuine and soft despite that and it has you melting in his big and firm arms (That could literally kill you with one bone crushing squeeze to the throat if he so desired; Its kinda cute if it was a puppy love Floyd though who just loves you so much but accidentally kills you because of his strength 😭poor Darling;;;)

I HAVE SO MUCH IDEAS STEMMING FROM MY BRAIN RN AHHHHHHHHH SK!JADE LITERALLY DOES A NUMBER TO ME IT HAS ME SHAKINGNNGNGNGNGN (I am so sorry for the long ramble😭🙏 Please take care! And also could I be Honey Anon??)

:D hello hello, Honey anon!!!!! Please don't apologize for the ramble. I love reading it hehe. <3 I'm happy to know sk!Jade has all of us in a vicious chokehold. He's just so frustrating. T_T and he knows he's attractive, too, so he uses it to his advantage if he wants you to lower your guard. Omg dressing you in his clothes... he's terrible!!! >:( I imagine he just loves seeing how visibly unsettled you get when he drapes his bloody apron over your shoulders.

Aaaaaa maybe if your ears aren't pierced he offers to do it for you so you can wear the earrings of one of his victims. ;;;;; or if they are pierced, he goes through the collection he has and picks a pair out for you. You can try to be confident, but then you're always reminded of how strong he looks and how brutal he can be and so you'll sit still while he dresses you up.

It's definitely a whiplash when he has his soft and sweet moments, but these aren't nearly enough to fool you. You know what he's like beneath his gentle demeanor. orz although sometimes you can't stop yourself from admiring his body, whether out of fear or appreciation. As scary as he is, at least he makes for pleasant eye candy when you need a distraction from the daily horrors of confinement.

And Jade just has fun being a menace and adding more fuel to your nightmares. <3 it would be arguably worse if he had a puppy crush on you like Floyd might because then his self-restraint would be even more tested than it already is.

#twisted chit chat #serial killer jade #honey anon

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getsojaded · 1 year

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you don’t go to parties ii | calum hood

trigger warning — alcohol / substance abuse, please please read at your own risk

a/n: i’m back and better than ever (not rly). it took me a minute to ease back into writing so i hope this is somewhat tolerable. love u guys and hope u all enjoy

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“i’m sorry i had to call you. i’m well aware you quite literally want nothing to do with us anymore,”

“no no, don’t say that. you guys have did nothing wrong.” she responds, taking a sip from the caramel latte in front of her.

seated in the hearty cafe filled with hard studying students and baristas, there were michael and y/n, sitting in a little booth across from each other.

y/n wasn’t exactly sure why he’d contacted her in the first place. well, obviously she knew why — she just wasn’t sure why they would be talking about him.

but she respected him. and she respected the band members as well. and if there was anything she could do to be of help, she would be there.

and that’s what led them to this more-serious-than-she-thought conversation with michael.

“lemme rephrase, i know you don’t want anything to do with cal anymore,” he begins, earning a chuckle and the slightest nod from her in response. “but i felt that i really needed to tell you this.”

she gestures him to continue, and michael takes a deep breath. “cal… is not cal. i know what you saw, and we all saw it too, but this… is to another extent. it’s getting out of hand and we just,” he sighs. “we don’t really know what to do anymore and we’d really appreciate it if you could help us in some sort of way.”

y/n looks at him worriedly as she puts her drink down. “what do you mean… out of hand?” she asks, just for some clarification (although she’s got a hunch of what he’s talking about.)

“the man’s been drunk almost everyday since you left. there’s been multiple occasions where he’d hosted his own functions but he’s so plastered to the point where we have to stay behind and clean up because he’s too drunk to do it himself. in no way have i called you over to blame this on you, because it’s not your fault. the guys and i, and even our fucking girlfriends, have tried so hard to do everything we can to get him help, but it’s practically no use.”

a brief moment of silence.

“i wouldn’t have contacted you if i knew we didn’t need your help, but fuck y/n. i’m fucking stumped. i have no idea what to do anymore.”

y/n straightens her back, sitting up straight as she tries to process this newly given information to the best of her ability. and it’s fucking hard.

she’s well aware she left for a good reason — there’s no doubt about that. however, she’s never truly stopped caring about calum, and she’s not sure if she ever will. and the moment those words came out of michael’s mouth, she felt scared. scared for him.

she can’t help but feel that the slightest bit of her is at fault — had she not left, maybe calum wouldn’t be as bad as he is now.

but had she stayed, nothing would’ve changed.

“w-what would you like me to do?” she softly asks, looking up at michael’s green eyes filled with frustration and hurt. “as much as i’d like to be, i feel that i won’t be of much help,” y/n admits.

“y/n, i think you’re our last hope,” he responds. “if you could just, maybe talk to him, and knock some sense into him… fuck, i don’t know.” michael abruptly finishes sentence and gets up from the table. “i’m sorry i asked you to meet up, ignore everything that i just said.” and with that, he rushes out of the cafe, with y/n trailing right behind him.

“hey!” y/n lightly grabs his wrist, stopping him from walking any further. “i’ll try and help. i know you’re frustrated. i know all of you guys are. and if me talking to him will take any sort of weight off your shoulders, i’m willing to do it. i want to help.”

michael can’t help but engulf y/n into a hug and the tears he’s been holding in for so long finally start to fall out. “thank you, y/n.” he pulls away, wiping his eyes. “i am just so fucking frustrated. not only are his doings affecting him, it’s affecting everybody around us now. we need to fix it.”

y/n understandably nods, rubbing michael’s back as she walks him to his car.

“i’ll take you back to my place. luke and ash should be there right now too, and we can all talk.”

“no cal, huh?”

“he’s probably already tipsy right now.” michael tells her, causing y/n to look at her watch. 10:59 am.

“jesus christ,” she manages to say, getting into the passengers seat of michael’s car.

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“missed you, big guy,” y/n smiles as luke walks over her to embrace her in a big hug. “my favourite! it’s always lovely seeing you.”

“can we grab you anything to drink?” ashton asks, making his way towards the kitchen. “actually, don’t answer that. i know you like coke.”

“old habits die hard,” y/n responds, giggling as ashton passes her the can. “i just don’t add henny in it as much anymore.”

“i don’t understand how you did that so fucking often. you were literally more of a heavyweight than luke.” michael reminisces on their group’s younger years, remembering how fucking much y/n drank had to drink before she started feeling the slightest bit buzzed.

“times have definitely changed. don’t think i can drink one without yakking on the floor now,” she responds, the three men she once knew as reckless boys, bursting into a fit of laughter.

“we’ve gotta see you go crazy at least one more time. maybe you and i can run that shotgun contest we had back!” luke exclaims, winking at her, y/n wincing in response. “the thought of that sounds terrible to me. didn’t i beat you too?”

“yeah, that’s why i want a rematch. because i know you’ll lose this time!!”

leaned against the kitchen island, the 3 men and y/n totally forgot why she was even in michael’s house in the first place. so here they were, giggling and catching up, just like how it was before.

well, just a little bit like how it was before. it truly wasn’t before if calum wasn’t there.

they all convinced y/n to take at least one shot before she left today, michael staying sober for the sole reason of driving her home. except, one shot turned into six, and she was now sprawled out on the couch, pointing and laughing at michael’s chandelier.

“why the fuck is it so big?” she asks extremely confused, luke hunched over and clutching his stomach from laughing at everything y/n’s done.

“how are you only six in?” ashton asks in so in slight shock, taking a swig from his beer.

“six plus sixty-three is sixty-nineeee,” she sang, the group looking at her in awe, confusion, and in humour simultaneously.

“alright, i think that’s enough for tonight, y/n bear,” michael gets up from the love seat, assisting y/n in helping her up from the couch and walking with her to the front door. “i’ll take her home now, see you guys later,”

“bye guys!! love you! see you tomorrow!” she exclaims, blowing each boy a kiss.

“tomorrow?” michael hears ashton ask as he closes the front door, chuckling.

“i’m soo tired.” y/n whispers, closing her eyes the second she gets into the passenger seat of michael’s car.

she’s just about to knock out but before that, she vaguely hears michael’s voice with a little bit of anger laced in it, calling out:

“what the fuck are you mad at me for?”

—

as michael’s about to back out of the driveway with an unsober y/n in his passenger seat, his car headlights make eye contact with calum’s car headlights, the brown eyed boy immediately noticing the girl beside michael.

coming to an abrupt stop in the middle of the gate, calum hops out of his car, making his way towards michael’s window. “what is she doing.. there?”

despite the collected look he tried to put on within a matter of seconds, michael knew calum all too well. and he could see right through his facade; he was upset.

“i just ran into her earlier today and invited her to catch up. what are you doing here?” michael fibs ever so slightly.

“just wanted to talk to you and the guys for a sec, but instead you should cut the bullshit. are you guys talking about me? setting up some stupid fucking intervention? last time i checked, this doesn’t involve you, mike. it also doesn’t fucking involve her. she’s the one that left, so she doesn’t need to deal with this anymore. not like she wanted to in the first place.”

michael’s taken aback by calum’s sudden words, feeling angrier and angrier with each sentence that comes out of his mouth. “what the fuck are you so mad at me for? i didn’t say shit! all i said was that we met and caught up,” he raises his voice. “you know, i know she didn’t deal to the same extent of what we’re seeing from you, but she still saw it. she still saw something. and she knows about your habits; she might be out of the picture now, but she’s not stupid. news flash — she fucking cares about you! she always did! it’s not like she left because she didn’t, she left you because she thought that you didn’t care about her. yet here she is, organizing plans to come see us so we can help you.”

calum’s seeing red at the thought of his friends interfering with his life. “did i fucking ask for that? no!”

luke and ashton walk outside to meet the argument, concerned with the raised voices and accentuated curse words. “yo, is everything okay here?”

“just peachy.” michael coldly says to calum, before speeding off, leaving the three other boys standing in the middle of the driveway.

“i thought you guys were my friends,” calum slurs, pointing at luke and ashton. “my fucking brothers. and this is what i have to see? you secretly meeting up with my ex girlfriend behind my back? what’s she gonna do? huh? tell me i’m throwing my life away then leave again? what’s the point of that?”

the harsh tone that leaves calum’s mouth not only takes aback luke and and ashton, but the man himself. even through his clouded judgement, fuzzy memory and slow movements, even calum is well aware of his anger.

“if you just give us a chance to explain —“ ashton slowly responds, reaching for calum’s hand before he smacks it away.

“i don’t want your explanation, just leave me the fuck alone.”

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part 3 incoming don’t worry

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos imagine #ashton irwin #ashton irwin imagine #calum hood #calum hood imagine #luke hemmings #michael clifford #michael clifford imagine #luke robert hemmings #calum thomas hood #michael gordon clifford #ashton fletcher irwin #calum hood angst #luke hemmings angst #michael clifford angst #ashton irwin angst

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fuckmymunson · 2 years

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Not sure if you’d want to but I am soooo interested in what the continuing relationship with James would look like following part 2 of obsession. Like would Sirius and Remus be wary of it or would things be relatively okay?????

Would you be willing to do a part 3? 👀👀

❀ CW: Obsessive, toxic, possessive, and unhealthy behaviours, implied sexual content. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with these topics. | Song inspired! ❀ Part 1. Part 2.

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Sitting at the Great Hall, the table feels really uncomfortable. James was fluttering around you, talking excitedly about his next Quidditch match while you listened to him in complete silence, emotionless. It was a bit creepy. A week has gone by since they saw you two walking together to the Gryffindor’s common room, holding hands, and since then James and you were attached to the hip. Although you never displayed the proud smile and heart-shaped eyes he always had when you were by his side.

Which literally meant every moment of the day.

James’ demeanour completely changed when he saw a fellow housemate approach you, it was your potions partner, and under your boyfriend’s gaze, someone who was trying to tear your relationship appart. He innocently asked if you were done with your part of the essay, James replied for you, while you drank some orange juice, looking completely unbothered.

“I’m sorry, mate.” He looked at him from behind his circular glasses, a frigid stare. “She’s not going to work with you anymore, she’s now paired with me. Her boyfriend.”

“Oi.” Sirius interrupted with a frown. “You’re my partner.”

“You can team up with Moony,” James replied as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“Remus is my partner.” Moony’s girlfriend joined the conversation, with a quizzical look.

And that’s how the fight started.

“Is just a damn essay on rat tonic, does it really matter who she's with?” Sirius spat, irritated. Other students were starting to look their way.

“Yes, it matters!” James leaned over the table, his glasses sliding over the bridge of his nose.

“Lower your damn voices.” Remus joined the discussion, feeling irritated as well. His girlfriend squeezed his hand from under the table trying to calm him down.

“Tell him to stop being a weirdo.” Sirius looked at Remus, almost like a child throwing a tantrum.

“It’s not weird for me to spend time with my girlfriend!” Pushing his glasses over his nose to prevent them from falling, his face flushed with a mixture of anger and frustration. Why weren’t they able to see his relationship with you like he did!?

“It is! It’s really fucking weird Prongs.” The jet black curls framing the pureblood boy's face swing gently when he tilts his head. “You’re literally glued to her, is so weird, I can bet you don’t even leave her side to go to the loo, it’s so creepy.”

He leaves the table silent after his words, maybe because they know that he is telling the truth. There was no way they would understand what James was feeling, they weren't as in love as you and him. You can see his hazel eyes studying you, trying to gauge your reaction to Sirius' words. Gazing at the cold breakfast before you, you sighed.

Please, please, please, James thought over and over.

“I’ll ask professor Slughorn if I can switch partners.” Emotionless and borderline automatic, your voice made everyone hold their breaths for a moment. “S’ alright. I’m deeply sorry for the inconvenience.”

Lucky for y’all, the bell rang. Sirius is the first to stand up and leave the great hall, the group followed him to their morning classes in silence, while James never let go of your hand.

“So, um.” You and Moony’s girlfriend sat in the tall Quidditch terraces, on a cold January Sunday. “How’s everything with James?” She asked, trying to initiate a conversation.

James, flying over the field glanced at you every now and then, making sure you were in the best spot available, making sure you were warm, all dressed up in his favourite sweater and scarf, which smelled like him, the now-familiar scent being an odd comfort you sought for. He smiles at you from the air, and you just waved weakly. “Great.” You muttered briefly.

Although things were far from great.

James was jealous, extremely and sickly jealous. He didn’t liked it when you hang out without him, or with friends that weren’t his friends. So, in order to make him happy, you stopped frequenting your group of friends and joined his, who tried their best to welcome you without being disrespectful of your sudden presence. James knew who you talked to, their names, their grade, their family. He told you who you could talk to and who wasn’t allowed to be near you. He controlled what you did, claiming he knew what’s best for you. He even went ahead and presented himself to your parents with a polite and sophisticated letter, asking them for permission to date you and of course, your parents were delighted with such a distinguished gentleman and gladly invited him over the holidays. He was just the precious, golden and perfect boy.

"This is for your own good, darling," he said one night. Speaking of nights, you stopped spending them in your dorm, laying next to him every night, drapes closed, and ignoring the fact that his three friends were in the same room as you, wearing only one of his old t-shirts. “A lot of guys just want to tear us apart, they’re jealous, because I’m with the prettiest witch in the world.” His words were muffled by the way he nuzzled into your hair, smelling the sweet scent of your shampoo, the one he already knew you liked.

James was affectionate to the point that he took advantage of every opportunity to kiss your nose, your forehead, and especially your lips. He told you how much he loves you every single day, every time he woke up and every time he went to bed next to you. Unless you kiss his lips and wish him luck, he will not get up to win the match. Always holding your hand, sending you little love letters explaining something he loves about you, wrapping his arms around you adoringly, warmly and possessively. It was obvious James was completely devoted to you.

“Are you sure?” The girl next to you inquired. “I don’t pretend to be noisy, you know.” She chuckled nervously. “It's just that um, you don’t look as happy as he does and well…”

“I’m fine!” you interrupted her swinging your arms over your thighs. “Please, is my relationship with James, not yours. I’m happy with him and I love him.” After your words, she remained quiet for the rest of the practice. You felt guilty for snapping so unfairly towards her, who was just worried.

After practice was over, James grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the group, to the nearest girl’s loo. “What did she say to you?” He urged, leaning down.

“Nothing.” You reply, knowing lying would get you in trouble, but you don't want to get her in trouble either. “She just asked me how are things going, nothing else.” His eyes scrutinized yours, looking for the slighted hint of a lie.

“And what did you tell her?”

“That I’m happy with you and that I love you.” You quickly replied, smiling. James, who was pleased by your answer smiles back, kissing you with fervour.

“My lovely girl.” He whispered, rapted. “You know how I adore hearing you say it.”

“I love you.” You complied, feeling the fogginess inside your head getting heavier, while your thoughts go numb and all you did was moan against his hands all over your body, urgent. It was a way to escape his asphyxiating love, just letting your head float all over him, agreeing with whatever he said and pleasing him, just like he expected from you.

So, while he repeated how much he loved you while pounding deeply from behind you, inside one of the bathroom’s cubicles, you moaned against his hand, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. He was such a good boyfriend, so caring, always rewarding you for your good behaviour. Nobody dared to utter a word when you two arrived to the common room an hour or so later, but the pleased smile on James’ face said it all. That night, while you laid down on his bed, you tried to ignore the conversation taking place next to you.

“Are you threatening me?” Remus asked from his bed.

“I’m just saying.” James shrugged. “Tell your girlfriend to mind her own business, I don’t want her sticking her nose where’s she’s not suppose to.”

“It wasn’t Mrs. Moony’s idea.” Sirius was quickly to join Remus’ side. “It was ours. We just asked her to help us.”

That seemed to take James by surprise. “Pardon?” He asked, blinking a few times.

“Prongs, we’re worried about you.” Remus frowned, with the slightest hint of hope. “We know you’re happy, and you know we care for you, but is getting a bit excessive.”

“Don’t you think it’s getting a bit out of control?” Impetuous as always, Sirius took a step closer, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You barely hang out with us.” He gave an emphasis to the word, gesturing Peter and Remus. “Godric knows when was our last prank. Is our last year Prongs! As the one and only marauders, we must raise the bar! This school needs our most sumptuous farewell.”

“Is there something wrong with me spending time with my girlfriend?” The defensive tone and corporal language of James evidenced how their words were digested the wrong way. “Just because you don't have a girlfriend, it means you can have an opinion on mine.”

“Stop acting like a jerk, James.” Sirius spat, now visibly annoyed. “I think your glasses aren’t working anymore ‘cause you’re too blind too see how you’re literally forcing her to be with you. Is so agonazing to be around you two.”

“I think what he's trying to say is that…” Peter now spoke, trying to ease Sirius’ words. “She doesn't seem as happy as you do.” The words lingered in the thick air, and the following silence was so loud.

Uh-oh.

You stood up, walking towards the bathroom feeling nauseous. James called your name but you just closed and locked the door behind you, your back pressed against the oak wood and exhaling trembling breaths. James called your name again, this time impatiently. He knocked the door with a furious fist. Taking a step back, you shivered. James hated when you ignored him, he hated when you disobeyed him.

“Sweethear, open the—” You hear him from the other side. “Open the door, please.” He repeats.

“No.” Your voice was weak, wrapping your arms around you in a weak attempt to protect yourself. “I want to be alone for a moment.” Another shiver ran down your spine when you hear his breath hitch, another hard knock made you jolt.

“Open the damn door.” He said raising his voice, you loathed to be around him when he was mad. “You know your rules.”

Rules. Peter, Sirius and Remus looked at each other, concerned. They heard you denying his request once more, asking him to leave you alone for a moment, please.

This time, is their turn to jolt the moment James’ angry fist banged the door. “Angel, can we not fight anymore? Please.” His voice is sweet, dangerously sweet. “I understand if you’re scared, luv. You know I will never leave you.” The silence on the other side of the door only fueled his insanity. “Sweeheart, don’t make me come in there.” That was a threat. His friends behind him knew they needed to do something, but they were attached to their place, watching in awe how his friend and leader was losing his mind and dripping toxicity.

“Luv, I’m gonna count to three.” He smiled, twistedly. Taking a step back, he released a shaky sigh. “One. Two…” When the door remained closed, something snapped inside him. “Fuck it!”

Sirius rushed his way towards James, but it was too late, the door opened violently by his foot. Four pair of eyes fixated on you, crouching in the farthest corner of the tiny bathroom, crying in silence, scared. James placed both hands on your shoulders, pressing you against the stone wall.

“Please, don’t hurt me.” You sobbed, closing your eyes.

“You pushed me like I was rubbish!” James whined, desperate, his face inches away from yours. “Are you trying to leave me? Did you forget what you promised me?” The idea is just too much, it possessed him, terrorizing him. “Why can’t you understand it?”

“James.” Sirius spoke behind him, but the aforementioned shunned him.

“I was meant to be yours.” He continued. “We were meant to be one. You can’t leave me.” In response to his words, you sobbed miserably. “You were meant to me mine.”

“James.” It was your turn to speak. “You’re hurting me, please stop.” Another sob made its way past your pretty lips, the lips he kissed countless times.

“Why can’t you get that I’m all that you need?” James shaked you from his grip on your shoulders, frantic. Why, why why? Why were you so blind? “Your name is carved in my heart. You can’t just leave me to bleed.”

With weak hands, you tried to push him away from you, which ended up being a big mistake.

“Don’t leave me!” He shouted at your face. “You’ll never leave me!”

Witnessing this was a horrifying experience.

“I won’t!” You break, weeping loudly. “I love you! You and only you!” He smiled maniacally at your words, adoring how pretty you looked saying it. “I love you.” It was a mantra, a desperate plea for mercy, to end this.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me.” James demanded, just like he did that night in the prefect’s bathroom.

“I promise I will never leave you.” And he hugged you, letting you cry on his chest. His hands caressed your hair, gently. “I will always be with you, I swear by my life.” Oh, and how those words railed him up, he began to comfort you as your head sank into the familiar subspace you created in an attempt to escape his suffocating love.

“See?” James grinned proudly, looking back at his friends. “She loves me!” Moony’s eyes were wide as hell, Padfoot’s throat was dry and Wormtail looked like he was about to vomit. “So you can stop worrying about me.”

“Yeah.” Sirius stuttered, mesmerized by James’ actions. “Cheers for true love.”

“Cheers mate.”

Cherry kisses <3, Happy pride month!!! Reminder that requests are open （≧∇≦）

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #marauder x reader #obsessed!james #omenhel'swrite<3 #marauders era #harry potter

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floosies · 4 months

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Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

steve harrington x poc!fem reader

summary: always the babysitter, but has the father figure found the mother figure to help put up with the nonsense?

warnings/tags: friends to lovers, fluff, cursing, (p.s. despite mentions of s4, eddie is still alive here)

a/n: stevie deserves the world and if a fic is how to do that then so be it. merry xmas to my favorite golden boy ❤🎄☃️

tagging: @reidsbtch for the beautiful moodboard 🤍

The holiday season in previous years for the Harrington's meant trips to Australia or Florida, anywhere else where there isn't midwestern cold air blowing around them. Steve would begrudginly string along, forgotten in a hotel room or given spending money and told to have fun in the resort.

It was 1990 now though, and at 23, he was spending this Christmas at his own place with his own traditions now. One of which was choosing a Christmas movie or show to watch as a group. Though his and Robin's place was considerably small they always made it work. This year however Home Alone had just come out and the plan had been to get tickets on a night everyone could make it.

Only scheduling was becoming hell, everyone had plans or work. The Wheelers were planning a family trip with the Byers, Eddie had gotten a new job with more hours so his uncle could have some more rest time, Robin and Vickie as well as Lucas and Max were planning family centered stuff, which left the always trustee Dustin to promise Steve he would go with him.

It was all he would talk about to her, how everyone else had basically ditched him and here he was again relying on Dustin to step in. She heard him intently as they shelved vhs tapes onto the tinsel topped displays, "how do you think I feel? This is my first Christmas away from home. Although I do enjoy being able to hear Wham singing and not my folks yelling over it." She quipped as he sighed, his eyes rolling, "at least your parents hung around for the holidays, I think mine are in Florida right now." She shrugged, "oh Steve lighten up tis the season and you have little Dustin to cheer you up." She further taunted him by throwing him one of the candy canes from their small tree they had on the check out counter.

She'd moved to Hawkins earlier in the year with the only goal of surviving on her own away from her previous situation. Within a month she was hired at the Family Video and met both Steve and Dustin in the middle of a heated debate about batteries and star wars. It was Dustin who vouched for her to join their friend group especially after seeing her homemade twilight zone pin and weird al cassette in her car. However he only ever regretted it when he got into trouble, because now he wouldn't hear the end of it from her and Steve.

Considering Dustin, he had come in before the store closed, ever thankful he ran into her first and not Steve. His face worried and guilt ridden, "what'd you do this time dusty? Am I going to have to talk to your mom again?" She joked as he mocked back, "that was so not cool, but no. It's about the movie night with Steve...I messed up." She was curious now but before she could ask what he meant, Steve had come up from the back of the store, "Henderson you better be ready to get all the snacks dude, we are going in heavy this year since-" catching a glimpse of Dustin's sour face he stopped his ramble, "do we need to talk to Higgins and your mom again?" Rolling his eyes he shook his head, "again totally uncalled for and embarrassing. You guys didn't need to be there" She quipped back "Then why are we on your emergency contact list?" He groaned, "whatever anyways no, that's not why i'm here. I'm sorry dude I royally screwed up my schedule -" "No. No. No! Not you too!" Steve cried out in frustration, "I literally had to beg Keith to give me Saturday night off." Dustin felt like shit about this, "I'll make it up to you I promise. It's just Suzie is coming down from Utah with the whole family and my mom has this whole dinner planned. I'll bring her by so you can meet her!"

She really felt bad for Steve now. He was genuinely hurt by now, it was written over his face. In the back of her mind she knew better but before she could regret it or overthink it, the words flew out of her mouth, "I'm free Saturday night if you still wanna go see that movie? I still haven't been to the theatre here so it would be cool to see the rest of Hawkins?" Steve looked at her about to decide whether to shoot down her kindness or ask if she's serious when Dustin speaks, "problem solved! Thanks so much! You guys'll have all the fun in the world. I got run." He started for the door with a 'merry holidays!' as he ran out and back into his mom's car.

Steve took his hands into his face with a loud sigh, "I was being serious Steve you literally said you did this every year, don't let the tradition fade out because those gremlins can't make it." He looked up at her, "well I guess it couldn't hurt." She smiled at him nudging his side with her shoulder, "see theres the holiday spirit. I'm going to start getting the store ready to close now though." He watched as she walked off to start turning off the window lights while thinking about how happy she seemed at his approval. He didn't want to read too much into but could it be that she might like him?

What was she thinking? Sure he was cute but from what everybody had mentioned so far, he was some sort of big shot around the area. He did say yes though, but it was probably a pity yes, still she could always say it was some christmas kindness is all. That's what she told herself for the rest of the week, because deep down she wasn't sure what to make of him entirely.

He spent the rest of the week pestering himself with the notation, the very idea that maybe he had missed something entirely or he was so full of himself that he was misinterpreting the whole thing. Robin was tired of hearing the same ramblings at work and as he dropped her off at home, "don't be a dingus, dingus. She literally said she wanted to go with you, she even brought up having zero plans." He shrugged as he pulled up to Robin's house, "I mean what if she just feels bad for me?" "Oh I think we all feel bad for you." She said opening the car door, he rolled his eyes, "ha ha laugh it up." Slamming the car door behind her she looked back through the car window, "it's gonna be fine Steve."

Saturday came by way too quickly for both of them. After multiple outfit changes and hair stylings they both found themselves waiting for the other. Well Steve found himself waiting in front of her apartment door with flowers in one hand and the other in his pocket where he was fidgeting with his car keys.

When the door opened and he saw her in a black mini skirt with sheer tights and a red knit sweater. She had clearly done something right based on the look he was giving her, "hey Steve those for me?" She asked pointing to the bouquet in his hand. He suddenly came to again, "yeah. Yes! I mean yeah, got these for you, I umm...I didn't want to come empty handed?" He was messing this up already, but in her head it was cute how nervous he seemed, She took them gently from his grasp, "well that was very kind of you. Now I feel bad I didn't get you a gift." She stepped back waving for him to enter. He shook his head, "no no, you tagging along to my misery parade is gift enough." This made her giggle, "c'mon it won't be that bad. Plus everyone is saying this movie is really good." He groaned out in frustration "yeah which was why it was so hard to get some damn tickets." She had placed the flowers on a coffee table behind her, "well lets get going then. Don't wanna miss those trailers." Before they could step out he stopped her, "think you need a coat first." Shit, there went the cool look she was going for, "oh yeah. One sec."

For two adults, they both seemed to come off like thirteen year olds, while they did enjoy the movie, they were sneaking glances at each other much than they were paying attention to kevin mcallister's boobytraps. Still they found themselves laughing at the mayhem the kid was making. She hadn't heard Steve ever really laugh like how he was laughing now and it made her smile, no wonder all the girls of Hawkins were into him. Which just made her that much more nervous. He had felt just as nervous since their hands had accidentally touched while trying to get popcorn at the same time.

The movie was great, as expected and they left the theatre in happier mood even arguing about which trap they could make while they walked around the town. It had happened gradually that their arms were linked together while he showed her around adding small stories here and there. Despite the cold and the dark of the night, it was still fairly early but Hawkins was small enough that all the nice scenery could be seen in a half hour or so. They headed back to his car when he suggested the idea of food, "we could get some burgers or a pizza." She perked up at the idea of spending more time with him, "I just got this new christmas record and a new tin of hot cocoa mix?" He smiled at the idea, "take out?" She nodded.

They got the food and headed to her place. The conservation continuing on about both the movie and the stories he'd told her. It'd been a while since he'd felt this comfortable with someone. Maybe it was the hot chocolate or her very decorated home, but he felt good around her. She felt the same way though, he hadn't made her feel the need to keep her guard up. Into their second mug of cocoa she quipped, "you know, you sure do know how to show a girl a good time." He let out a breathy laugh, "I sure hope so. I was worried I was going to bore you to death. By the way you looked great tonight." Her eyes widened in a playful manner, "is that so? Well so did you, that sweater is pretty cute." He smiled at her, his eyes linger onto hers.

The moment grew while the christmas music played in the background, her hand reaching for his as they sat on her couch. His hand also inched closer towards hers, in a soft voice she spoke up "so...christmas tradition saved?" Matching her tone Steve replied, "oh totally, in fact made even better." There it was again, the laugh he was growing to love more and more. They looked at each other a bit more, his thumb rubbing circles over her top of her hand, in the same hushed tone he mustered up the courage to ask, "am I reading this moment right?" She simply nodded, he leaned in closer towards her "got any mistletoe in here?" With a small shake of the head she spoke, "oh I don't think we need that now." Closing the gap their lips met into a tender kiss they didn't pull away from for a while.

#steve harrington #joe keery #stranger things #christmas fic #imagine #steve harrington fic #happy holidays!

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daimyosprincess · 7 months

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fym the librarian isn't counted it's literally us like 🙄 anyways ship game gimme 14 18 19 27 and 48!!! RIGHT NEOW!! (also maybe add a little 50 for angst 👀)

Ship ask game

Lmfaoooo 😂😂

It makes me so soft to know you guys wanna hear more about Professor Boba and his princess jgslkdjsklgjs anyways here we go

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

Boba is a more private person by nature so he doesn't do overly much in the ways of public displays of affection, saving those for more private times and places while she's more comfortable with PDA but respects Boba's boundaries and doesn't force him to show more than he's willing. He does encourage to voice her wants and needs freely and trusts her to respects his comfort, so if she asks to hold hands or have a kiss in public he'll almost always give it to her

(also I must add that although it's not really PDA but Boba absolutely keeps a hand on his girl's thigh at pretty much all times when he's driving with her in the car 🥴)

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

Oh hoo boy if she's not feeling well because she's sick/on her period/having an off day it is absolute princess queen goddess treatment because he cannot stand knowing his babygirl is even the slightest bit uncomfortable (unless she wants to be 😈). If he can't be physically with her, it's phone calls and messages and making sure she has everything she needs as best he can. If he is able to be with her then he is, stopping by between his classes to bring her soup or meds and making sure she doesn't lift a finger. If she's having cramps, he's more than happy to be her personal heating pad, letting her snuggle up against him while he rubs her back.

Miss princess is just as astounded by Boba's superhuman immune system (how is the man never sick??) as she is frustrated at his tendency to put aside his own comfort to power through whatever task he's set before himself, whether that be staying up too late grading papers or not taking it easy at the gym when his knee is giving him trouble. She usually resorts to threatening him with such punishments as not sleeping until he does or putting Fennec on his case, but if she's really concerned about him she'll sit him down to talk about things.

(I have some plans to write a little something about princess taking care of her professor in Volume II of Ex Libris 🤭)

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Ok listen I am going insane over the thought of library princess making like a lil friendship bracelet type thing during like a library program or something and giving to Boba just to be cute then her realizing that he's been wearing it every day since dkgjaljggajg

Now since our beloved princess is a reader insert she doesn't have a body size so I can't say she would be able to wear any of Boba's clothes (so it's up to you my lovely readers!) but in a future Ex Libris chapter Boba is going to give her his class ring to wear on a necklace 😭

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

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48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

So far, both of them have just been enjoying their relationship with no real expectations for the future (marriage, kids, etc.) but the way they're building their relationship easily leaves it open to those type of discussions.

Now when the topic of the future does come up and Boba tries to pull the old man card ("don't waste the rest of your life on an old man, princess") just know that she fucks him six ways from Sunday until he gets it through his head that she's not going anywhere without him 😌

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

@baufraus how dare you bring up angst in a house that enjoys angst (with a happy ending sksksk)?!?!!?

With the strong foundation that the two of them have set, I don't think there's a lot that could break the two apart. Both Boba and princess value and have made communication a cornerstone of their relationship inside and outside the bedroom so if there's something that could possibly be relationship ending, they would do their best to talk about it and figure it out before it gets to that point.

NOW for the true angst: what if for some reason they did break up???? Boba is shutting down internally, just completely closing himself off to any emotion. He's throwing himself into his work and won't see the light of day unless Fennec yanks him out of his office by his collar. He'll carry on but in black and white, without the joyful color his feisty babygirl brought to his life--no more flowers on his dining room table, no more kisses stolen before class, no more laughter snuggled under sheets.

BUT that's never going to happen because library princess is never going to give her man up without the fight of a lifetime 💖

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#in conclusion i am in tears because i am so in love with them 🥲🥲🥲#i can't wait to get back to writing them but i must finish my other wip children first #ex libris fic #ask #ask game

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Part 12/? Kate/Anthony scenes I will never get over

Season 2 Episode 2: Off to the Races

To be completely honest I’ve always been slightly bothered by this scene, and although I’m not entirely sure why, I guess it’s mostly because of the way Kate is treated and made to essentially look like the bad guy. But anyway, let’s unpack it for a minute.

First, Anthony gains an audience with Edwina and starts to read the poem(?) Benedict wrote, passing it off as his own, but he takes one look at Kate and can’t continue on. Despite having just gained the upper hand against Kate, he can’t help but be his authentic self around her. And this is something we continue to see throughout the entire season--Anthony may be able to put on a good show for Edwina, but since the very beginning Anthony and Kate have always shown each other who they truly are.

(Side note: I still find it absolutely hilarious how Anthony went to so much trouble to court Edwina, yet falls in love with the other sister, who he didn’t have to do anything for but be himself. I know a lot of us tend to feel as though Anthony got off a little too easy what with all the drama he ended up causing (I am one of those people), but knowing the lengths he went to just to have it blow up in his face is awfully funny and a little bit satisfying.)

(Another side note: I know I give Anthony a lot of crap but I swear I really do love him!)

Anyway, after he makes his cute little speech about action and duty and charms Edwina (who, in my opinion, behaved like a petulant child toward Kate in this scene, which annoys me to no end), Anthony can’t help but slide his gaze over to Kate while he’s literally in the midst of conversation with his soon-to-be intended.

They stare at each other like TWO COMPLETE WEIRDOS and don’t stop until Edwina (who truly is that blind and doesn’t even notice) brings Anthony out of his reverie.

Kate, overwhelmed by some emotion she can’t yet put a finger on, starts to leave the room in a rush, only to run into one of the butlers.

Everyone gasps like she’s murdered someone (seriously, calm the eff down people, it wasn’t that big of a deal) further embarrassing Kate, and she isn’t even in the right mindset to apologize.

The only one who couldn’t care less about what Kate actually did and is thinking more about the meaning behind it is Anthony, who is warring with his need to understand Kate’s emotions and why he needs to know and why he cares so much about them.

Anyway, after a fun little talk with Lady Danbury, Kate returns, and immediately is brought into conversation by two men (Side note: I know they’re meant to be conversing with her to win over her affections because of Edwina but can we get real for a minute and just acknowledge the fact that Kate is the SMOKING HOT one in this family??? Like COME ON, there is NO WAY Anthony is the only one who truly notices (although Dorset does later, I suppose, but STILL)). But anyway, Anthony resumes his staring the moment she returns STILL LIKE AN ABSOLUTE WEIRDO, causing Violet to turn and look as well, wondering exactly what is going on and why Kate made such a fool of herself earlier.

I’m assuming that in this moment Violet still thinks Anthony is genuinely frustrated with Kate, although that obviously changes later.

So there we have it, the beginning of an entire season full of staring like absolute fools in love! Hope you enjoyed my thoughts, and please feel free to share any input you have on this scene, or any others, because you may have seen it a lot differently than myself. That was a long one but if you actually made it through thanks for reading!

#bridgerton #kanthony #kathony #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #anthony x kate #jonathan bailey #simone ashley

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