#i've been meaning 2 put this hair on her for forever

[vernons-girl]

Hey girlie! I just read 2 of your works and I really really liked them ❤️

Since I saw your requests are open, can I put one forward?

An angsty one with Mingyu. Female Reader loves him but he loves her sister.

Hope you have a good day.

Thank you 😊

not her | kim mingyu x fem!reader pt.1

PART 1 ; PART.2 ; PART 3 (final)

(could be gn!reader tho)

angsty, wc:1.3k

a/n:hi love!! I hope you'll like it, it may not have been what you had in mind but yeah.. I could always go deep in the drama in part2, who knows haha. have a nice day too!!

You had known Mingyu for a few years now and he had quickly became one of your closest friends.

I mean that's what you tell him and every one of you guys' friends because you can't tell any of them that you've had a raging crush on him since forever.

I mean how could you not ? Aside from his good looks, Mingyu was kind, fun, caring, loving, everything you could dream of in a boyfriend.

You liked him so much that you decided to bring him to have dinner alongside your close family, in hopes that your sister could help you in figuring out if the feelings were mutual before you could even consider making a move on him.

It's not that you thought you were unlikable. No. Far from that. You weren't. It's just that you thought perhaps, you guys were just really good friends and that, even worse, maybe he just saw you as a little sister.

But this was your way of figuring it all out. So you put on your best outfit (without overdoing it, I mean what a way to be suspicious-), you did your hair and makeup and took a deep breath. Looking at your phone, Mingyu should be there in 10 minutes. You couldn't help but feel a little nervous. To your family it was just a nice friendly dinner with one of your pals, nothing crazy, that has happened before. But you knew. And so did your sister.

Speaking of which, you heard a knock on your bedroom's door followed by the appearance of her face in the tiny crack of the opening.

"Hey gorgeous" she says entering the room, looking at you up and down. "You look amazing, he is totally gonna fall for you" she affirms while rearranging your hair.

"But what if he doesn't like me?" you voiced out your worries about the possibility of a one-sided crush.

"Then that's his loss!, she says, Imagine not liking this, she gestures at your figure, he would be so dumb!" The two of you chuckled.

"I'll get him on your good side, don't worry," your sister nudged your shoulder with a playful look on her face, making you laugh.

The sudden noise of the doorbell brought you back to reality and you took a deep breath.

"You've got this, your sister said with a smile.

- I've got this" you repeated confidently.

To say the evening went great was an understatement.

Mingyu showed up with flowers, wooing all the women - and even some of the men - with this and his unmissable charms.

He's a very friendly person, that goes without saying, so he got along with everyone that night, winning over the elders by volunteering to clean up, not just helping, no no, he did it all himself.

'What a good future house husband.' that's what you thought, but little did you know, you weren't the only one.

After Mingyu left, you rushed to your bedroom to have a debrief with your sister.

"Sooooo?" you asked genuinely curious to hear her opinion.

"So what? she asked in a teasing tone,

- So what did you think ?

- About what ? Him ? You two?

- I don't know! Both I guess?

- I mean everyone loved him so I would be lying if I said I didn't think he was a great guy.

- Thanks for stating the obvious, you replied playfully.

- You guys seem close and he cares for you, I can tell, she started, he watches over you and he's already there to give you a hand, he makes you laugh, so I mean if he isn't into you, I don't know what it's like when he has a crush on someone, she laughed.

- So you think he has a crush on me?? you asked excitedly,

- Hm, he might." she assures.

This statement made you giggle like a teenage girl who just got her first boyfriend as you started planning ahead how you would make your crush known to him to see where all of this goes.

"Anyway, we should sleep, let's talk about it later yeah? Make a plan? your sister said,

- A plan? Haha okay whatever" you reply softly as she makes her way out of your room to hers.

You got ready for bed and as you got under the cover you couldn't help but think 'Gosh I love him.'

It had been a few weeks since Mingyu came over and you've been trying your best to make your crush obvious to him on your sister's advice.

You've became more touchy, you set up hang outs that look a little too much like dates minus the label, you walk alongside him with your one of your arm looped in his, and even without all of this, the look in your eyes when you look at him doesn't lie.

Now, you guys planned on getting food together in three days from now, nothing too much, just a cozy restaurant you guys wanted to try after seeing pictures of the food they served online. However, you wanted to make this big and perhaps finally confess your love to your friend that very night. And that's why you decided to go to the mall to get an outfit specially for the occasion.

You browsed through a few stores but nothing really caught your eyes so you decided to take a short break at the food court. Maybe if nothing seemed good enough to you, you should ask your sister, right?

So you called her, no response. But a few texts :

'Sorry I'm out with friends'

'It's a little noisy. I think I won't hear you'

'What's up'

You sigh and type :

'I wanted you to help me shop for an outfit :('

To which she replied :

'Sorry luv, send me pictures and I'll tell you what I think,kay?'

After sending her a simple 'kay' you put your phone down and took the time to look around.

As usual there were loud groups of teenagers, even louder families, couples, Mingyu... Wait Mingyu???

What was he doing here? On one hand you didn't want him to see you and risk him to find out you were looking for an outfit for him but on another hand you wanted to come up to him and have a "friendly" chat.

You were now standing up, fighting an internal battle in your brain as your gaze was fixed on him.

That was until you saw him turn around with not one, but two drinks in his hands. Fuck why did he have two drinks when he was on his own? Your question was quickly answered as you saw a girl walked up to him, grabbing one of the drinks from his hand.

You looked at her, I mean her back since she was facing away from you, she had a great figure you couldn't lie but why did her sweater look so familiar ? It looked like the one your sister always borrowed from you, you didn't know it was a common item but hey at least she had good taste you guessed.

But it seemed like hell had frozen over as the girl linked her hand with Mingyu's free one, kissed him on the lips. Your hopes flew away instantly, but what you crushed your heart into thousands of pieces was seeing your sister's face as the girl turned around to face you.

She couldn't see you, neither could he. But you saw them. You clearly saw them.

The betrayal burned your throat, your eyes watering, hands shaking, the beating of your heart kept accelerating, you felt like your were going to consume within.

All this time, she had been hiding this from you, lying to you. How did this happen? When? Why?

Why couldn't it be you at his side? But also why did it have to be her?

Why did Mingyu not tell you about this? Did she tell him not to say anything? Had she told him about your crush on him and told him to play along with it? Had they team up against you?

At that moment, you lost everything.

Your friend. Your sister. Your hopes. It all turned to dust.

You were likable. You just weren't her.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #mingyu #mingyu imagines #mingyu scenarios #mingyu x reader

[jasperhaleobsessed]

Dancing with the Cowboy

Jasper Hale x GN reader (requested by anon)

Notes: Sorry this took me forever I've been preparing for the holidays and school's been a bit stressful the last week or two. Thank You so much for your patience! :) This is my first x reader fic so please be nice! Posted this by accident oops! But it's fine it was practically done anyways! Not heavily edit sorry in advanced! Hope you still like it! :)

Warnings: None, pure fluff

Word count: 853

Tagging some mutuals/friends cause I need some love since this is my first x reader fic! @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @twilightsaga123412 @nobody0805 @naolvshan

You smiled to yourself as you popped in your ear buds. It was finally your 'me' time in the day. And to say the least today was exhausting and you needed some music in your life. Excitement rushed through your veins, it was finally time to listen to your favorite album and your favorite artist. You were bubbling with excitement, you just couldn’t wait. You unlocked your phone and tapped on your music app. You scrolled until you found your favorite album. Reputation by Taylor Swift. Out of her discography rep was most definitely your favorite and the best out of her other albums in your honest opinion. It was different and unique from the rest of her work that’s what made it special. Of course the rest of her discography was amazing but this album held a special place in your heart. 

This album always pumped you up. It always brought a smile to your face when you were down. When you were sad it made everything better. They say books can take you to magical places but in your case it wasn’t a book, It was Reputation and any of Taylor Swift’s music. Her music was magical in your eyes, her lyrics were like poetry, they’re beautiful. They’re amazing. It’s what got you through the good and bad. But it wasn’t just her music that helped a certain cowboy, helped as well. You blush at the thought of your boyfriend, he always had this effect on you. You tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, smiling at the thought of your boyfriend. You also couldn’t help but feel excited to see him in the next 30 minutes. Currently it is 2:30 and he said he’d be at your place at 3:00. So you have about 30 minutes to listen to tswift and relax. This sounded perfect. You headed towards your room, you twisted the doorknob and flicked the lightswitch. 

Once you stepped into your room you plopped onto your soft, comfy bed. You hit play on Reputation and the first track started to play …Ready for it? The song started to play and after a minute you couldn’t help but move from your bed. It was a difficult move since your covers and pillows were ever so soft and comforted you greatly. But suddenly you were in the mood for a little dance even if you weren’t the best, at the end of the day it was all about having fun. You started to shuffle your feet, a giggle escaped your lips as you continued to shake your hips trying to match the rhythm of the song. Dancing hasn’t always been your forte and you haven’t always enjoyed it but when you're alone and not judged by others it feels good. It also helped you were listening to rep. Suddenly you felt a strong arms wrap around your waist. You squealed in surprise. And you may or may not be very, very ticklish. You whipped your head around to meet a pair of golden eyes. You put a hand over your heart, it raced fast. 

You swat his arm, “You scared the crap out of me Jazz.” He chuckled at your response. “Sorry Darlin’ didn’t mean to startle ya.” He smiled dazzlingly at you. 

You pulled your earbuds out of your ears to hear him better. You quickly pause your music and toss your phone on your bed. You admired his smile, you could never stay mad at him long. 

You shake your head and a small smile graces your face. “I thought you said you wouldn’t be here until 3:00?” You question, raising your eyebrow. 

“Sorry darlin’ I missed you too much.” 

“You just saw me like an hour ago, you know!” 

“Well excuse me darlin’ but I missed you and I’ll take any chance to see you.” You smiled at him like a dork. You blushed and closed the gap between the two of you. You pressed your lips against his cold ones. It made you shiver and yet it was a wonderful feeling. A warm feeling blossomed in your chest as you kissed him. You pulled away and giggled, you looked up at him and you couldn't help but look deep into his honey eyes. He smiled warmly at you, and caressed your cheek. “I also may or may not have felt that you're a bit exhausted and I wanted to do anything to help ya.”

Your heart melts, it's official you have the sweetest boyfriend. “Aww thank you Jasper, that is so sweet and considerate of you. I love you.” He beams and you lean in and hug him tightly. 

“May I have this dance?” You smiled at him and took his hand. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and pressed play. The beat of lover came on, it was one of your favorites. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist and you rested your hand on his chest. You both swayed together and danced to the slow beat. 

You felt glad he came over. He always came when you needed him. It really helped that he could feel what you felt, it may or may not have come in handy at times. He has this wonderful talent of taking away your worries and making everything better. He had the best hugs and always knew the right words to say He really was the perfect boyfriend.

The End. 

#jasper hale #jasper whitlock #jasper hale x reader #twilight imagine #jasper hale x y/n #jasper hale x you #jasper hale x gn reader #jasper hale x gender neutral reader #twilight saga #the twilight saga #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twilight fanfic #request #requested #anon #anonymous #for anon #my fanfic #my fanfiction

[katyahina]

Just some references I've been compiling, but I decided to put them here!

1) Marika seems to have two distinct stages: one with less detailed dress (unless sculpture creators were just lazy fdshhfds) but with three braids (right long one, left cut one and back big one) (screenshot proving the third big braid on the back as depicted on her statues in the Churches by @blaiddfailcam in this ( x ) really cool theory post!). And second with her more trademark singular braid pushed to the side! The bracelets on her shoulders are permanent, but her wrist bracelets seem to just come and go. Well, like her belt. @val-of-the-north put it the best: "people do not have only one look, so why demigods should be different" 💀

2) She doesn't seem to have more than B cups though, and her face shows a mole above her right eyebrow. I hoped Radagon had the same feature, but with the best model of his face I still can't say whether it is so because of how his hair is placed:

3) Miquella is strange, as his statue versions and his drawing/DLC promo versions still vary, despite him supposedly being stuck in the same state forever

But seems like his "earlier" stage depicted in the statues has this 'apron' feature, likely inspired by those ancient Greece robes! The DLC version so far has more plain 'skirt' part without apron part, and with the belt over his sleeves! And MUCH longer hair, of course!

UPDATE: I've been able to take a closer look at Miquella's statue FINALLY, and turns out the version of his statue that holds a bud (especially notable in Ordina) has some herbs sticking out from the "apron"! What I assumed was apron might actually be a pouch for herbs and alike, attached to his belt! Or it is an apron with inner pockets. x)

4) I wonder whether, maybe, Malenia and Godwyn used to have white robes before (in the states that are depicted in the statues), and dark blue with golden embroidery simply means adulthood? Also Godwyn's Prince of Death state appears to have the blue clothing let down to only cover the lower body, same as Radagon and Marika's when we find them (saw these good statue models here ( x ) on xitter)

^ also mind how this body for SURE looks more adult than the body on the statue that holds Malenia and Miquella!

#elden ring #elden ring reference #not art #text post #use later #I am better off not seeing whether Tungle dot hell butchers the images quality fsdhhfds

[neonghostlights]

hi ml, wondering if you’d write a drabble about eddie finding out reader has left, kind of like a part 2 to “this will never happen again”

totally up to you if you’d like to do that! no pressure or anything, i just really enjoyed reading it and i’d enjoy reading a second part<3

have a great day x

Hiii! So, I wasn't going to make a part two to this even though I've known how it ends since I wrote the first part. But...here it is. Thank you so much for the ask and I hope you enjoy this as much as the first part!

Part One

Warnings: Drunk/high Eddie, Crying, Angst, Heartbreak, Hurt/No comfort. Not a happy ending.

Wordcount: 1k

This Will Never Happen Again Part Two

Eddie knew this was wrong. 

But there wasn’t much fight left in him with the way this hallway was spinning. 

Him and her were fighting. Over you. Again. 

She had to know this was where he would end up after she screamed at him to get out. 

He was fucked up, utterly destroyed by whatever he got his hands on at The Hideout. It was the only way he could work up the bravery to face you every time his life crashed down on him like this. 

He didn’t mean to get this far with her. As much as you and everyone else probably wouldn’t believe him if he tried to explain the way he fell into a serious relationship accidentally. 

He just wanted to forget about you. You had been his friend forever and he knew he would never be good enough for you. Somehow instead of working up the courage to make a move on you he had made a move on her. 

And here he was. Miserable. 

She didn’t deserve to be with a man that loved his best friend. She deserved much better than him. He just couldn’t find it in him to end it with her. It would destroy her even though they fight like hell. 

He turned around and went back to where he started. He had tried to count the doors in this hallway three times already. He knew the fifth one was yours but he kept miscounting. 

Eventually, he reached the fifth door. Usually there was a cute doormat out to help him know he was at the right place but you must have taken it up for some reason. Maybe it got dirty and you were just washing it. 

He pounded on the door, leaning his head up against it to help himself stand. He closed his eyes, trying to combat the wave of dizziness. He felt his cheeks started to grow wet. Reaching a single hand up he wiped away the tears dripping down his face sloppily. 

He really needed to sit down. 

He counted to three and started pounding again before pressing his ear against the door. Usually he would hear the shuffling of your feet as you walked to the door to greet him. 

He thought back to the days where you would be happy to see him. He can’t remember the last time you smiled when you saw his face. 

He raised his fist, beating on the door so much that he felt it vibrate. 

A door opened from behind him and he turned, thinking that maybe he was knocking on the wrong door afterall. 

But it was one of your neighbors in a bathrobe, looking very angry at him. 

“Give it a rest. No one lives there,” she snapped, placing her hands on her hips. 

Eddie shook his head, feeling his hair whip back and forth. 

“N-No. My friend lives here,” he said, pointing at the door. “This is the fifth door right?” 

The neighbor raised a brow at him. “Well, your friend doesn’t live there any more. She moved out earlier this week. Now knock it off before I call the police.” 

Eddie scoffed as she slammed the door. She was wrong. You wouldn’t leave. 

He pounded on the door some more and started screaming your name loudly. Maybe you had just taken a nap or run to the store for something. 

And after a while of waiting, he realized that you weren’t coming to the door. 

Eddie backed up some, stumbling into the wall behind him before he put all of his might into running forward and kicking your door. 

He kept kicking and screaming until the cops finally showed up. 

—-

It had been six months since you left Hawkins and you found yourself fitting into your new life well. You liked your job and had even gotten close enough with some of your coworkers to start hanging out with each other after work too. 

You liked your new apartment better than your last too. There wasn’t a draft or any leaky faucets which was a win in your book. 

The only thing that sucked was the fact that Eddie wasn’t here to see it or to share in your wins too. You found yourself missing him a lot, wanting to call him when something good or bad happened. 

But you needed to stay strong. This was what was best for the both of you. 

Some nights you stayed up listening for him, wondering if he would ever find you and apologize for everything. In your daydreams, he would pull you into his arms as soon as you opened the door. He would be sober and in the right state of mind to confess his love for you. 

But that hadn’t happened. 

Yet. 

You had to run to the post office in town to finally collect your mail from the PO box you had held onto for some reason. You hadn’t been there to pick up any mail since you moved, but you figured it was time to cut your last tie to that town. 

You collapsed on the couch, kicking your feet up on the coffee table before you as you flipped through your mail absentmindedly. Old junk greeted you which you tossed into a pile on the couch cushion beside you to deal with later. . 

A nicer envelope had you pausing before you tossed it to your side. 

Your name was written on the front in familiar, scratchy handwriting that you knew belonged to Wayne Munson. 

Dread filled your stomach as you tore open the back of the envelope and held the card in front of your face. 

You re-read the words a hundred times before jumping up and running to the bedroom. You didn’t even make it to the bed before your knees hit the floor. You choked out a sob into your hands as you rocked yourself back and forth, letting your heart break as you replayed the words written on that card in your mind. 

Wayne had sent that to you on purpose. Either as a beg or a reminder of what was waiting for you back in Hawkins. He was smart. 

But even an invitation to Eddie’s wedding wouldn't be enough to make you come back. No matter how much it hurt.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson request #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson oneshot

[dollfaced-erin]

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 6

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5

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P/s : to those who req to be on the taglist but didn't get their notifications, please check your privacy settings !! i cant seem to find youu :((

A/n :

there was a little more i wanted to put into this chapter for a sweet ending, but was a little too long. So i'll make the next chapter extra romantic hehe !! And i should be preparing a special chapter soon for all the support ! So, shall i write a modern AU themed with this fanfic ??

"So, was that the girl of your dreams ? Looks pretty young to me." a magenta haired woman laughed as her colleague returned to reunite with her at their rendezvous.

"Is she another one of those...Vidyadharas ? The long-lived Xianzhou natives ? My, its rare to see them with horns." Kafka said, leaning against an empty container.

"She's special." her companion answered shortly, looking down at his cracked sword in hand. A sword that was once wield by a master of ice arts, speed and strength so accurate, said friend could cut through time itself.

"Yeah, I bet she means a lot to you. You keep on dreaming about her. Dan Jia, was it ?" Kafka asked, and Blade shook his head.

"No. She goes by the name (Y/n) now." Blade answered simply yet once again.

(Y/n)...he didn't remember much of who that woman was in the past. But he could recall some significant details that calmed his nightmares as he slumbered.

Every time he had nightmares, nights Kafka was too far away to quell, he would recall a certain woman in his dreams. How she would dance her heart away. How her steps were as light as a feather.

She would dance, her clothes rippling along as she danced beneath the moonlight elegantly, a simple glass fan in her hands that shone beneath the gaze of the moon. She would sing and hum, her sweet and melodious voice forever guiding him back to light when days were dark.

He wondered what happened to all the fans he had created for her...? The last one he remembered was the crystal fan in her hands which she had kept on her person the most.

He remembered forging and learning glass art and crystals just to see those (e/c) eyes of hers light up in delight. The days and nights he sacrificed and burned his hands. The hours that passed as he learned day by day how to shape it nicely, how to add details, how to blow glass.

(Y/n) had always been fond of the moon. She loved glassy and clear items, hence why he had created so many small accessories for her in hopes of them being insignificant enough to the eye to escape her brother's protective gaze.

All to see those little accessories on his beloved.

The change of name...from Dan Jia to (Y/n) wasn't much of a shock to him. Nor did he try to deny that it was her name. No, it wasn't because she was the same person.

That woman named Dan Jia...had died. Long...long ago. But was so vivid in his memories.

On the battlefield years ago. Her limp and bloodied body strewn across the ground, her heart missing from her chest.

For some reason, that name (Y/n), with that same face, didn't bother him as much as another person's change in identity did. He wondered why.

He snapped out of it and looked at his colleague. "Let's go, Kafka."

"After you, Bladie. Don't worry, you'll see her again. It's all part of the script."

"I'd rather her not witness the monster I've become."

"Hm...just in case if you want to go see her again, you can go tomorrow night, just to check if she's there." Kafka shrugged, walking off with her colleague trailing behind her.

And the heart in his chest...felt like it was burning alive. It felt as if...dragon claws were being dug into it, in a comforting way. As if to show reassurance. As if...it had met its true owner.

After Blade had left, (Y/n) fell to the ground, wiping away her tears. Her heart hurt. No, her chest felt empty. As if it were missing something...

She didn't remember anything and she felt so lost...so helpless.

But that man...he was warm. He was kind. Contrasting the fact that he was a wanted criminal, contrasting the fact that he had fled from Jing Yuan's grasp, accidental or not.

But those unfamiliar red eyes of his...brought her some memories. brought her some sense of familiarity. Though she didn't recognize him, or he was someone from her distant memory or past self, he was indeed someone dear to her.

But as she was about to continue wallowing in her thoughts and losing herself in her empty memories, the device she had received earlier buzzed in her pocket.

She took out the device, as it shone brightly, blinding her for a moment. She let out a small string of curses, like, why the hell was this...THING (??) so damn bright ?!

But it was a message from Jing Yuan. So she tapped on the white banner, as it automatically led her to the chatting app Jingyan had showed her to use earlier.

"Princess, I hope you're safe. Do you want to come back now ? It's getting late." the message read.

(Y/n) felt her cheeks heating up a little. This flirty General of the Xianzhou Luofu really likes to play his cards and call her princess, huh...?

"I am in no way a princess. But yes, I would like to return now." (Y/n) quickly tapped, finding herself adapting to the new knowledge pretty quickly.

"You are always a princess, (Y/n). Pretty like one too. just take it as a compliment, alright ? This General doesn't hand out compliments as much as you might like." she received back.

She groaned a little in embarrassment. And shook her head with a little smile playing by her lips. She got up from the ground and began to exit the dark alley, where she had an encounter with the Xianzhou's (or rather the IPC) most wanted criminal.

"Yanqing told me he had you sent to the Exalting Sanctum for some fresh air and a change of scenery. From there, you can head north onto a bridge. Then, walk left until you see a Starskiff jetty on your right. You can request a ride to the Seat of Divine Foresight. I shall be waiting for you here." Jing Yuan instructed and (Y/n) nodded, even though he wasn't there to witness it.

"If you're too late, I might come pick you up myself~" he replied once more, and (Y/n) groaned again, turning off the device.

And so she walked off, away from the alley she was in. She didn't mind the stares anymore. She was her own person. She didn't need to hide, since her horns were part of her. And they were of great significance once in the past.

(Y/n) was close to the stairs that would lead her to the bridge Jing Yuan mentioned.

Until someone stopped her.

(Y/n) was stopped with a violent thud of something colliding with the ground behind her. She turned around to see a figure in heavy uniform behind her. A Cloud Knight, she recalled, as Jing Yuan once told her. She couldn't see his facial expression for it was blocked with the metal mask that obscured their face.

"Excuse me, miss. This may sound rude, but are those horns on your head real ?" the knight asked her, skeptically eyeing her from head to toe (or so she thought).

"Yes, the horns on my head are very much real. I suggest to you to not touch them, for they are very sensitive. Like when you bite into ice cream ? Yeah, it feels like that." (Y/n) said, raising a hand subconsciously to protect the horns on her head.

She was feeling very...self-conscious about them now, but she knew the reason behind the horns on her head. The others began to look at the commotion, but rather than looking sorry for her or helping out, they looked at the knight fearfully.

"Miss, you must come with me. I must confirm your identity. No one but the High Elders are supposed to have horns on their head, unless...but you...don't look like..." the knight trailed off, looking at the woman before him.

"You must come with me, quickly." he said, and took (Y/n)'s arm forcefully to a more secluded area.

"Wh-what...? Where are you taking me ?!" (Y/n) exclaimed, snapping her arm away from the knight, growling in instinct.

"No. You must come with me."

"Hands off of the Lady." A suave voice called out from the side.

"General !" the knight saluted, standing up straight as he released the woman from his grasp.

Jing Yuan looked quite angry, pushing (Y/n) slightly behind him, giving her an apologetic look for a moment. "Sorry I'm late, princess. Are you hurt ? My apologies. He's just confused just as many of the others are."

"I thought I had dispatched the news to the Cloud Knights earlier this morning to tell the other Luofu residents. I suppose some of you weren't notified through the headlines. That was...to not confront the horned woman."

"General ! She's...she has horns on her head. This cannot be but an imposter !" the knight tried to clarify, to which Jing Yuan stiffened a little at the word 'imposter'. He glared at the knight before him.

"Imposter...do you know what accusations you are making without base ? This lady before me...is the reincarnation of the Star-Crossed Dragon's Cradle." Jing Yuan revealed, shocking everyone, including (Y/n) herself.

Star-Crossed Dragon's Cradle...? Dan Jia was that...? Just what the hell happened in her past...life or incarnation or timeline or whatever ?

"Lady (Y/n)...is the past High Elder, Imbibator Lunae's sister. The Fallen One during the Sedition of Imbibator Lunae." Jing Yuan said before he looked at (Y/n).

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way, (Y/n). When you're so unprepared. I was sure to make sure most of the residents of the Luofu to remain silent if you passed. I suppose the news slipped minds of some." Jing Yuan said, giving her an apologetic look.

After the commotion was neutralized, Jing Yuan brought her to his estate. Being the ever-gentleman he was, he had provided for her a room in advance. But (Y/n) refused to rest just yet, wanting to hear answers from Jing Yuan himself. And so...

So there they were, sitting down in one of his leisure rooms, where a board of starchess was placed between them. He looked heavy to tell her what exactly transpired, but he knew she had a right to the truth.

He took in a deep breath.

"Princess...before I tell you anything, just know that I did everything for your safety. And most things that transpired in the past, shall not affect you now." he said, and (Y/n) nodded.

"I had shared the information of your awakening to the Cloud Knights to tell to the general public. You were free to roam the Luofu as you desired without interrogation, as you were under my supervision." Jing Yuan said with a heavy sigh, and a smile as he chuckled. he bowed his head, his bangs concealing his eyes further before he rose again.

"Now, like I said, you and the previous High Elder are siblings. Both of you were candidates to inherit the Dragon Heart due to numerous factors, but only one shall be chosen as the High Elder and inherit the said heart." Jing Yuan began, looking straight into (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes that looked at him curiously.

"But surprisingly, both of you succeeded the Transmutation Arcanum, after passing the dragon transmutation. And between the two of you, Dan Feng was chosen to lead the army due to his immense power and potential, and you were chosen to stay in the back lines due to your healing abilities."

"You, (Y/n), rebirthed from Dan Jia, possessed that heart, and Dan Feng became the High Elder for he was more dominant on field, serving as a more...prominent leader as some would call it. But due to his destructive nature on the battlefield, the heart was transferred to you, where you would be Dan Feng's source of power. And it would always be safe in the back lines."

"So this...Dragon Heart..." (Y/n) started.

"It is a source of power. So as long as it lives, Dan Feng's power remains undisrupted. You are the vessel, and Dan Feng is the output." Jing Yuan tried to explain.

"You used to be the holder of the Heart. Hence the title, the Dragon's Cradle. You held the heart close in your chest, protecting it from everyone and everything. That is...until it was ripped from you."

Her blurry memories from before she awoke began to flash in her mind. The bone marrow. The pain. The guilt. The screams. The ripping...

The pain wasn't only from her back. It was also from her heart.

The heart that was ripped away from her...

But why...?

Her thoughts began to scramble in her mind, not being able to comprehend anything else Jing Yuan was saying. Her vision began to blur as she was beginning to feel overwhelmed.

But she was pulled back to reality was the warm and large hand that was placed on her head. Worried golden eyes melted her heart as they gazed with concern and oozed with warmth.

"That should be enough for today. I apologize, my princess. I suppose that this information may have overwhelmed you." Jing Yuan said, a tender smile on his lips as he caressed her silky strands of (h/c) hair.

"It's late. You should rest up. Come, I shall lead you there..." Jing Yuan said, standing up and offered a hand to her.

(Y/n) took his hand as he led her through the spacious walls of his mansion on the Luofu. Being a general for as long as him and as significant, his riches knew no bounds. But he had nothing to spend it all on...

The last time he made a big spending, was to build the resting house for his dear friend, who lay resting, unknowing when she was to wake up. But now that she was awake, perhaps he wouldn't be as lonely as he used to.

The two walked in silence, Jing Yuan pondering in his own sorrows, and (Y/n) trying to remember the details and admired the traditional interior of Jing Yuan's manor. Then, Jing Yuan stopped and looked at (Y/n). "This is your room. Use it for as long as you'd like."

"In the closet is a few clothes if you'd like to wear them. I've had the servants prepare everything for you. Don't worry, I didn't peek." Jing Yuan said warmly, caressing her hair.

"My room is just next door if you need me. If you think you cant reach me, you can call me. I'll be awake if you need anything, okay ?" Jing Yuan asked and (Y/n) nodded her head.

She was much too baffled by today's revelation, that she had some trouble processing most of what was currently taking place. But Jing Yuan was kind to her, as he had always been since the moment she opened her eyes.

"Okay...thank you...Jing Yuan..." (Y/n) said, looking at him with her glassy (e/c) eyes. Jing Yuan smiled and took her hand, kissing it softly before letting go of her hand for the night.

The general smiled as he watched (Y/n)'s face lit up with a tender and shy blush on her cheeks, finding it amusing and strangely addicting. He lifted his finger to her cheek, lowering his voice to a soft whisper.

"Good night, (Y/n)..." Jing Yuan whispered before he left her, walking towards his own room.

Internally, he was screaming and congratulating himself, tempted to give himself a pat on the back. But that was a party meant for himself in his room. He closed the door, making sure that he was alone as he gazed up at the moon. he smiled longingly, his honey-colored eyes glazed with nostalgia.

"How I wished you'd dance once more, sister of the Imbibator Lunae. The Saltator Lunae, Dancer of the Moon..." he whispered.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr blade x reader #hsr blade #hsr blade x you #hsr x you #hsr jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan x you #blade x reader #jing yuan x reader #blade x you #jing yuan x you

[littlewriterfullofwords]

Only one for me

Pairing: fem!Hanaoka Y/N x Takajo Tsukasa

Summary: Your twin brother took you to meet his friends, that's all

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello! I'm back with Tsukasa and my obsessive ass. There will be part 2!

Enjoy, let me know what you think and maybe share any future ideas

"Y/N!" You turned around and smiled brightly when you saw your brother, Fujio, in the distance. "Wait!"

"I'm not going anyway." You joked and waited patiently for Fujio to stop by your side and catch a breath. "I thought you were in better shape. You fight all the time, but still can't run without running out of breath."

"Says who." Answered black haired with a smile and when he finally straightened up, he looked at you happily. "You are not better than me."

"Well, you want it or not, we're twins, we are exactly the same."

"Can't argue with that." Fujio nodded and put his arm around your shoulder then dragged you with him. "Have I told you my friends want to meet you?"

"Friends? You have friends?" You joked about what black haired smacked your head gently. "Okay okay, I was joking. And I guess now you're dragging me to meet them?"

"See? Our brains are connected."

After some more turns to left and right, you guys ended up in front of a school your brother attended.

"Welcome to Oya High." Fujio smiled and you swore that his eyes shone brighter than the stars on the night sky so you decided not to make any joke about the place, you knew it was a special place for him. "The bestest school in the whole SWORD."

Your eyes searched the whole building, every window, every door and broken table on the ground. It might have not looked very appealing, but even you felt some energy that was telling you to stay there longer.

"Let's meet my friends." Fujio grabbed your hand and dragged to the center patio where many men were sitting, standing or minding their businesses. "Oy, guys! I'm back!"

In a second, and I literally mean second, almost everyone was rounded around you two, yelling one over another.

"You got a girlfriend? Since when?" The man with dark blond hair styled to the left asked a question everyone was curious about.

"Girlfriend? No." You shook your head with disbelief. " I woudn't date him even if someone paid me."

"That was mean." Fujio pouted, but a moment later smiled brightly. "She's my sister...well, twin sister."

"You have a sister?!" The man next to the blond guy who asked the first question yelled, making you and Fujio flinch.

"I've never told you about her?" The leader scratched his head. "Well, now you know."

"Hanaoka Y/N. It's nice to meet you all." You bowed deeply and after some time jumped up with a smile.

"Hanaoka Y/N." The blond haired guy repeated your name and nodded. "That adds up. Nice to meet you, I'm Yasushi."

"And I'm Kiyoshi." His friend added with a smile.

And suddenly everyone started yelling their names out, making you smile and laugh.

"Okay, let her live." Fujio covered you with his body, hiding from the group of men. "Don't you dare touch her."

"As much as I love you, I hate you." You smacked his head, passed him and sank into the group as if you have been part of it since forever.

A few moments later, you all were sitting on anything you could and were gossiping about everything and nothing, you even earned a place on Fujio's couch next to him.

During the conversation, you've been feeling all those stares on you, I mean it's normal to look at your interlocutor yet it was a different kind of stare. Yet you didn't give it too much thought, you ignored it.

"You copy each other." A man with glasses came in by the entrance and looked at the whole gathering.

"It's called twin-sync." You both said at the same time, making all of the men look at you with shock and admiration in their eyes.

"Y-you're doing that again." Pointed out Jamuo with a nervous laughter that caught your and Fujio's attention so you two again acted your sync out.

"You guys are creepy." Summarized a glassy guy and walked past the group.

"Doroki, where is Tsukasa?" Fujio stopped the tall man with a question and made him turn around.

"I don't keep files on him." Answered asked man and left the patio without more words.

"You should." Murmured Yasushi, but again looked at you with a gentle gaze. "Why aren't you in Oya? Your brother is, why not you?"

"Well... I've been spending some time with our grandpa." You explained calmly, your eyes averted to Fujio who nodded. "And after he died I've been helping our aunt with the house, studying on my own, sometimes with my friends...a lot has been happening, I just didn't have time to go to school."

"You can join us." Said Nakagoshi what met the approval of the whole gathering.

"I'll think about it, thanks." You smiled brightly, knowing damn well that you looked exactly like your brother and that it might have again creeped out every person on the patio....again. "I'll be going now, it was nice meeting you all. Thank you for taking care of my brother."

"No one has to take care of me." Objected your twin what made you giggle. "Yeah, go. Shoosh away."

"Love you too. See you guys!" You waved happily at the sitting crowd and headed towards the exit without paying attention to anything around you.

And probably that's why you bumped into someone on your way.

"I'm so..." You didn't finish your sentence because when you looked up, you saw this handsome, blond haired man that literally took your voice and breath away.

"Oh, Tsukasa!" You heard Fujio's voice behind you but you didn't care, youre eyes were all over the man in front of you.

Tsukasa.

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[circusmania]

SIN CHAPTER 1

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Notes: This story is first-person narration, since I couldn't decide on an x reader or x oc. This gives free imagination on who will be in the main character's shoes. The main character will be a nameless character, meaning no one will address the main as anything specific. The only detail will be that the main is perceived as a male.

STORY INTEL: A new boy, Marcus, has just transferred to Cheshire High. Everyone is warned to stay away from him, as he looks as if he just crawled out of a grave. However, our main character seems to be somewhat drawn to him. Judy displays her negative feelings towards Marcus, wanting the main character to stay away from him. Although she seems unreasonable, there has to be more to the story, right? Just what are they hiding? What secrets lie in wait for him to uncover?

CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINORS

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

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I wish that

Across your back

Was a zipper

And that I

Could just crawl in

Forever a part of you.

I'm suddenly shaken awake. I look to my side to find my girlfriend, Judy Presley, giggling to herself.

“Sleeping already? Class barely started!”

I quietly laughed, raising my head to look at her.

“I've been busy with football practice, I'm worried about the upcoming tournament. I've only just found out that Oliver broke his-”

“Hey, no worries!” Judy rubbed my back. “You can come over to my house today, so you can catch up on some sleep.” She winked.

I laid my head back onto my crossed arms on the table. I wasn't in the mood for that today… Anyway, I ready myself to fall back into slumber, fully expecting to be hugged by sleep.

However, that idea was cut short when the teacher clapped his hands.

“Quiet down everyone, today we have a new student.” This piqued my interest. “Marcus, come on in.”

A tall, slender boy with long (and I mean hip-long) black hair came in. His hair covered half his face, with only the septum piercing and mouth left out in the open. I could tell he was a gothic-alt based on his clothes.

Judy cringed next to me. “What's with this guy? He's so ... depressed, looking. She chuckled, causing” the teacher to look our way.

“Alright, Marcus, go sit at the desk table next to Judy. Judy, raise your hand, please.”

Marcus sat at the nearby desk; there was something about him, I couldn't pinpoint. I realized I was staring too long when Judy elbowed me.

“Ow!” I whisper-yelled.

“SH! You two!” The teacher side-eyed us both before going back to teaching.

“What's with the staring?” She asked, suspiciously.

“Nothing just found him-”

“Weird, satanic, faggy-”

“JUDY! You can't say that!-”

“I've had it with you both! Since you both cannot stop being lovey-dovey with each other…” The teacher scanned around the room, “Judy switch with Marcus.”

“But sir, I-” Judy argued, still blushing from the lovey-dovey accusation.

“No buts Judy, if you're going to be disrespectful in my class you're going to be punished. This isn't kindergarten anymore.” He said, turning back to the blackboard.

I whispered a silent apology to her, but I'm not sure if she heard it.

She sighed before grabbing her stuff and standing up. She passed Marcus, silently glaring at him before sitting down. I'm sure she won't let me hear the end of it at lunch…

I looked back at Marcus, who was now organizing his binder and pencil case, occasionally looking up at the lesson. Now I could get a better look at him. His clothes consisted of only black and grey shades with ripped baggy jeans, platform boots, and a t-shirt with some rock band, I presume. He wore all kinds of chains, necklaces, earrings, and rings.

He was the complete polar opposite of Judy. She always put her light brown hair in a ponytail with a white bow, wore perfect matching season clothes, and had well-made makeup. I would be lying if I said she wasn't something but, Marcus, he was also something… Wait, why am I comparing them??

I rubbed my temples and groaned.

I looked back at Marcus, only to be met with him facing me!

“You have very pretty eyes.” He said, giving me an affiliative smile.

Gasp His voice?? Holy shit, it's … almost unrealistic…

“T-thank you…”

I internally slapped myself, was I seriously stuttering?? God, I'm so embarrassed.

I heard him lightly chuckle beside me.

What's going on with me? I must be coming down with something!

ﾟ+: *✧･ﾟ:﹤ 🔔🔔🔔﹥: ･ﾟ✧*:+ﾟ

“Judy this, Judy that, shut your goddamn mouth!” I shut my locker, half listening to Judy's rant. “I hate that fucking teacher! Who does he think he is, separating us like that!?” I nod, just letting her get it all out of her system.

“Hey guys, wait up!” A small voice behind us made Judy shut up.

We both turned towards a familiar girl. Vanessa Kareem, Judy's BFF (as she calls it). Vanessa and her have always been friends. She was pretty much the spitting image of Judy except for her black silky hair that was in a grunge haircut, her blue eyes, and her much paler skin.

“Hey V, how's it going?” Judy smiled, forgetting all about her rant.

“Nothing much, however, you'll never guess what happened! I've just received another A! In science too!” She waved her test around, looking at me for words of praise.

“Oh, uh, congrats Vanessa, although I'm not all that surprised… you're pretty smart. I can't remember the last time you've gotten a B.” I rub the back of my neck.

“Me neither…” Judy said, a bit sourly.

Vanessa laughed, “Oh, stop it! Both of you! He-he. Anyway, how are you guys?”

“I'm glad you asked, we're doing pretty miserable,” And there she goes again… “I got switched seats with the new vampire wannabe.”

Vanessa blinked. “You two aren't sitting together anymore?”

“No! Can you believe it!? We always sit together! Ugh! I'm so pissed off! Fuck that new kid.” Judy screamed.

“Hey, don't say that! He's not all bad.” I intervened.

“And what makes you say that?” Judy cocked an eyebrow.

“He… He said my eyes looked nice.” I pinched the palm of my hand.

“Your eyes indeed do look nice,” Vanessa said, causing Judy to side-eye her.

“Yeah, well, I say that all the time! As a matter of fact, I think your hair looks immaculate today!”

“Thank you, Judy, and erm, Vanessa.” I give them both a wary smile before continue walking to the cafeteria.

There, MY best friend, Omar Thomerson, sat devouring his lunch. Omar, he's been with me since the universe was created. We're convinced we were best friends in our past lives. I've always thought of him as the geek in our friendship. He's always been obsessed with any fantasy fiction he can grab on. Greek mythology, science-fiction, astrology, you name it. He has dark brown hair with a shag haircut, freckles, and brown eyes. His typical wear is a worn-out hoodie and cargo pants.

“Hey, Hey, there's my best friend!” Omar patted the seat next to him.

I sat down with Judy and Vanessa trailing after me. I gave him a high five before opening my lunch box.

We all chatted and ate, Omar occasionally bringing up the big party he is planning on having at his house this weekend.

“Our whole grade is going to be invited! You guys better all be coming, especially you” Omar said, smirking at me.

“The whole grade? Don't you think that's too much? I mean, I know you own a big house but…” She sighed, “Not only that, but I might have plans this weekend.” Judy said, taking another bite of her salad.

“I'm for sure coming, I would never miss your parties!” I slap his back jokingly.

“I'll be going too!” Vanessa beamed.

“Well… maybe I'll have time to swing by,” Judy said.

“Great! I'll be holding you all to that then.” Omar smiled.

We continued our conversation until something caught my eye, a familiar half-face going out the back cafeteria door. The only thing behind there are dumpsters and roaches…

“Hang on, guys, I'll be back.” I squeezed out of my seat.

“Want me to come with you?” Judy sat up.

“No, no, I won't be long anyway,” I said before running out after Marcus.

I opened the back door and closed it behind me. I looked around and as expected there were only dumpsters.

I advanced towards one of them and looked behind it, but nothing-

“What are you doing?”

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[ryejifics]

Dance practice pt 2

Type: fluffy!

Ryujin x idol reader

"Y/n?.." She eagerly waited for your response. Bouncing her knee up and down. She tried staying still, but she couldn't stop shaking. She was so worried you'd reject her.

"Well.. oh, how could I ever say no. You're too cute! You went through all this trouble for me. Yes, Ryujin, I'd love to start something with you."

Her smile grew from ear to ear. Her cute whisker dimples showing. Her eyes shining as bright as the stars.

"REALLY!? I mean oh uhm really? That'd be great." She was blushing from embarrassment. "Oh Ryujin." You giggled and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. You split the check, and off you two went. She walked you to your dorm where you were greeted by your members. "Oooo y/n! What are you doing with Ryujin??" They teased and introduced themselves to her. After a few minutes, she gave you a hug and walked back to her dorm.

All night, you smiled from ear to ear. All you could look at were the beautiful flowers she gave you and the cute pictures you took together on your phone. As you were in a deep train of thought you heard a "bing!". One new message.

Ryujin: I had a great time tonight. Thank you for agreeing to this. I won't let you down! Goodnight, pretty girl ❤️.

You squealed out of excitement and happiness. Ryujin made you so happy. You hoped you made her happy. There's no one you'd rather be in a talking stage with.

Months passed, and today was the day you were gonna ask her to be yours. You wanted everything to be perfect for her. You planned to take her to the restaurant she confessed to you in and ask her there. You ran to the store to buy flowers and a gift. You picked out the perfect ones and a hoodie she's been eyeing since you started talking to her. You checked out and went back to the dorm. Your members helped you pick out an outfit and do your makeup. You did your hair and sprayed her favorite perfume. As you gave yourself a pep talk in the mirror you got a text. "Bing!". One new message.

Ryujin: I can't wait to see you tonight, beautiful.

You smiled and responded to her quickly.

As the night came, it was finally time. She picked you up at your dorm, and off you went. You walked down the streets of Seoul and looked at all the stars. She held your hand in hers, smiling as she skipped all the way there. You took the cutest pictures of her. Her whisker dimples shown throughout them.

You walked in and sat down. Ordering for the two of you. After you ate the time was perfect. "Ryujin? Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything y/n. What's up?" You nervously pull out the flowers and gift. "We've been talking for a few months now, everyday with you feels like heaven. If this is a dream I never want to wake up. I've never been this happy with someone. With you? I feel like a princess. I want to spend everyday with you so... I was wondering if you maybe.. wanted to be my girlfriend?" You looked at her nervously. It felt like forever before she finally gave you her response.

"Uhm, duh! I was actually going to ask you tonight, too." She pulled out a necklace. It was a heart locket with diamonds on the outside. On the inside was a picture of you two from your first date. "Oh Ryujin, it's beautiful! I'd love to be your girlfriend!" She helped you put it on. "And I'd love to be your girlfriend."

You two went on many more adventures together. You knew she was your forever. Ryujin was your favorite person. She made you feel at home. Safe and sound. Dance practice really was great, after all. It brought you her.

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[george-weasleys-girl]

Enemy Mine Pt. 2

Warnings: cursing, lots of cursing

Summary: Fred takes things too far. Y/N reacts in an unexpected way.

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"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Y/N stormed toward Fred.

"What? No good morning?"

"Oh, pardon me," Y/N took on a sugary, sweet tone. "Good morning. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"Nothing. I'm doing quite well, thank you. Your concern is heartwarming," Fred replied airily.

"What did you put in his shampoo?!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Who's shampoo?"

Y/N closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "You. Put. Something. In. Lucas's. Shampoo."

"Me?" Fred placed a hand over his chest in feigned offense.

"Yes, you! And you know how I know it was you?" Y/N's eyes blazed like fire. "Because it turned his hair into snakes! FUCKING SNAKES!"

"Oh dear!" Fred replied. "That must've been so traumatic."

Y/N curled her right hand into a fist. It took every ounce of willpower she had to not punch him in his smug, smirking face.

"Look, Weasley, you can pick on me all you want, but stay away from the people I care about!" Y/N turned on her heel and stalked away.

"Hey, Y/N!" Fred yelled. "How do you know it wasn't a Slytherin? It was snakes, after all."

Y/N whirled around. "Because," she yelled back. "I've never met a Slytherin as vile as you!"

And with that, she turned the corner and was gone.

~•~

Fred watched her stomp away with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

"Maybe that was a bit much," George said, standing beside his twin, watching the irate girl disappear around the corner.

"What do you mean?" Fred huffed. "We've put stuff in people's shampoo before."

"Yeah," George replied. "But we were just turning their hair hot pink or green or whatever. We've never turned anyone's hair into snakes."

Fred waved it off. "Collins will be fine."

"And what about Y/N?" She's terrified of snakes." George reminded him. "Because of you, I might add."

Fred throws his hands in the air. "It was just a joke."

The younger twin rolled his eyes. "A joke that failed miserably. And you still can't own up to it. Why is that, Freddie?"

Fred folded his arms, pursing his lips.

George didn't expect an answer. But, he didn't need one. He knew the reason. Fred had never handled wounded pride or embarrassment well, and when it involved the girl he was crushing on, that made it ten times worse.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're jealous," George continued, side-eyeing his brother.

"Jealous of what exactly? That stupid git Collins?"

George shrugged.

"Why in Godric's name would I be jealous of that fucking prick?"

George shrugged again, a slight grin on his face. "You tell me."

"NO. Do not even go there, George," Fred's cheeks were burning red. "I wouldn't date Y/N if she were the last girl on earth!"

"If you say so," George said, trying and failing to hide the smirk on his face.

~•~

Y/N sat as close to Lucas as she dared. Madam Pomfrey had given him a sleeping draught until the snakes, which still writhed about on his head, returned to his normal chestnut locks.

Her fury finally simmering down to a low boil, Y/N was able to think beyond trying to set Fred on fire with her mind. She'd long ago accepted that he was an irredeemable asshole, but she never envisioned he would or could do anything this nefarious. This wasn't just some stupid prank. It was a cruel and targeted act intended to hurt her and Lucas. Of that, she was certain. But why? What had she done to garner such vicious vehemence?

Y/N rose and made her way to the window, unable to sit near those hissing, squirming nightmares for very long. Leaning against the stone wall, she braved another quick look at her sleeping boyfriend. Poor Lucas didn't deserve this. He was an innocent bystander. And yet, here he was, traumatized forever because of her stupid feud.

Y/N collapsed onto the empty bed next to her, sinking her head in her hands. This was all her fault. She should've put a stop to this idiocy long ago before people started getting hurt. Too much of her life and her well-being had been wasted on Fred Weasley, and she couldn't do it anymore.

~•~

Fred was still fuming the next morning. How could George, his own twin, for Merlin's sake, believe he was actually still crushing on Y/N? She was the damned enemy. People who fall for their enemy are idiots, and he, Fred Weasley, was not idiot. He'd just have to try harder to prove it.

Watching the entryway to the Great Hall like hawk, he was ready for her the moment Y/N arrived for breakfast. "Hey, Y/N! How's Medusa doing?"

Rather than one of her witty comebacks, she simply looked at him and rolled her eyes.

"What? Snakes got your tongue?" Fred taunted again.

"Leave her alone," one of Y/N's friends responded. "She's not in the mood for your bullshit today."

Fred, completely ignoring her, addressed Y/N again. "Can't tell me that yourself, eh?"

Y/N put her fork down on the table. Standing, she walked toward Fred and his shit-eating grin that just got wider and more disgusting the closer she got to him.

"It's over Weasley. I'm not going to do this anymore," she said, her voice weary. "I can't. You win. Congratulations. Now, please, just leave me and mine alone."

Before Fred could respond, she turned and walked back to her seat. The smile on his face was gone, replaced with a bewildered frown. What just happened? Where was his fiesty girl? He looked to George, who patted his twin on the back. "You pushed her too far this time. It was bound to happen eventually."

Fred's mouth worked, but nothing came out, a million different comebacks lodged in his throat.

"Just let it go, mate," George sighed.

The older twin watched, an unfamiliar tightness growing in his chest, as Y/N put together a plate of food and exited the hall without so much as a glance in his direction.

Fred's eyes stayed locked on her until she was gone, her absence leaving a sudden gaping hole in the crowded room. He didn't want to "just let it go." He didn't want to let her go. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach, dwindling his ravenous appetite into nothing. For the first time in his life, Fred was overwhelmed. He didn't know how he felt or what to do next, or if he should do anything at all, and it scared the hell out of him.

~•~

@milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley @innerloverpainter @nighttimemoonlover @jsjcue @wzrd-wheezes @fredweasleyyyyy @hufflepuffie @dori-and-gray @igncrantbliss @28cnn @saintlike05 @millies0bsimp @yeah3459

#fred weasley #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley headcanon

[be-my-ally]

Splashing Around Ch. 2.

Chapter one can be found here.

So hello, welcome back to my lil cute, OC inspired a lot by Arlene (but also by my 50s dreams) cute kissing haven. I have to apologise for how short this is - it was taking me forever to finish the next section, so I've decided to break up what was one loooong chapter into two teeny tiny ones so his draft notice, army el, arguments and more kissing (basically all the good stuff I can't wait to share) to come very very soon!!!! 

I am, for those waiting on smut, cooking up a few things but I've been very, very, very, busy the past few weeks and can barely think about like, making a cup of tea, let alone putting words together in a way that makes sense so hang tight, it's coming.

wc: 3k.

sorry it's so short & so late - I think I've been promising *something* for like a month now, @whositmcwhatsit @thatbanditqueen, @ellie-24 @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love but hey, here's something! I'm hoping it'll set me off writing and posting again.

shirtless elvis 1957 inspo pic:

c. July 16th - August/September 1957.

Elvis grabs a covered plate from the kitchen island, still dripping wet, before whisking it up the staircase to the side, depositing them both in his bedroom. Louise hadn’t been up this way yet, she’d briefly been shown around when he’d wanted to show off to her and the other girls; they’d all ended up piled onto his bed, stroking his hair and talking, but somehow the intimacy of going up these stairs, with him alone, made her feel like it was her first time witnessing this private space. 

“Right, it’s uh,” He looks up and down at where she’s dripping onto the carpet, “probably for the  best if you go on through there again.” He points through to the dressing room, “there’s uh, there’s towels and uhh, soap and all of them things in the bathroom there if you want a shower or anything.” 

The storm crackles outside, but in the cushioned sound of the bedroom and dressing room it's almost impossible to tell, and Louise quickly busies herself, uncertain of how long Elvis would be preoccupied, and not wanting to keep him waiting. She does, however, take a little longer in the shower than she usually would - marvelling at the amount of hot water available that meant both of them could shower at the same time.

She’s carefully trying to roll her hair in her fingers, concentrating on her reflection in the mirror,  when Elvis pokes his head in, sidling around the door until she waves him in fully. She immediately regrets it, realising she’s only half-dressed, sat in her underwear and her blouse on but unbuttoned. 

“Oh - uh, Elvis! I’m not, quite, um ready for yo-” She watches him as he looks her over, he’s barely dressed himself, pants slung low on his hips, unbuttoned, and shirtless - but he’s entirely unself-conscious, holding the plate out to her, unlike the blush spreading across her body. She cringes a little, skittish, and he snaps himself out of it when he notices her nerves. He frowns, looking her over, and Louise feels the panic suddenly rising - is she not what he expected? He saw her in her swimsuit earlier…but it just feels different somehow now - maybe now, fresh-faced, she’s just not pretty enough? But he makes no comment on her body other than an attempt to ease her mind. 

“Thought I told you girls to settle, ain’t no-one gonna do anything you don’t want, sweetheart - won’t touch ya, I swear it.” She swallows, she hadn’t been scared quite in that way, but she would be lying if she said his words hadn’t reassured her. Louise nods, slowly, uncertain of what to say next, but Elvis takes care of it - striding over to place the plate on the dressing table, whisking the cover off the top. “There’s cookies there. Help yourself, I’ve already had a dozen waitin’ for you to get outta the shower.” 

“Oh! uh, I didn’t mean to keep you, I mean you could’ve just called - I didn’t mean to take -” She panics all over again, and he holds his hands up in an attempt to calm her,  

“No, no, honey, re-lax, just meant I was waiting for you to be done s’all.” He shakes his head,  “I promised you a blow-dry didn’t I?” He twists a strand of her hair in his fingers, “... how about I do yours and you do mine?” 

“Uh, yeah,” She swallows, “yeah that works.” 

His deft hands style her hair, but the whole time she can hardly breathe feeling his fingers against her scalp, finger-combing and gently twirling and twisting the strands of hair into some semblance of a do. She can’t take her eyes off of him in the mirror, a look of complete concentration on his face; almost a pout, with a slight furrow of his brow and his lips pushing forward as he focuses on his actions. 

The dryer prevents all attempts at conversation - which is lucky, because she wasn’t sure she’d be able to pay attention to a word he said, too focussed on trying to memorise the feel of his rings catching on a tangle - the tug somehow not feeling the same as when she brushes it, the sting making her shift in her seat, a dizzying feeling flooding through her body. 

“There.” Elvis finishes with the blow-dryer, fluffing her hair like she’s at the salon, looking back at her in the mirror. Miraculously, for all the ridiculous ways he was twisting and turning to do it, he’s managed to achieve a fairly respectable blow-out. “There we are. Now, look how pretty you look. Oughta do it for you everyday - could be my new career.” He puffs out his chest, clearly proud of himself and Louise laughs, 

“Hmm, I’m not sure all the other girls in the world would be pleased with that.” 

“Well I ain’t worried ‘bout any of them other girls, only you, baby.” He’s looking a little bashful, folding his arms across his bare chest. She can’t stop the blush, or the grin, from overtaking her face. She takes a second to respond, struggling to think of a reply, something that would make him feel as giddy as she does, when she’s suddenly knocked half off of the bench. Elvis sat down, bumping her with his hip. “Ok, my turn!” Louise obediently hops up, smiling at his playfulness, 

“Uh, ok - but I gotta warn you,” She nervously brings her hands up to touch his still-damp hair, it’s darker wet, but she can see where the dirty blonde is starting to shimmer through, “I haven’t ever dried a boy’s hair before, so, I might not do it very well and -” 

“You’ll do fine, doll,” He shakes his head at her, 

“Well, you might have to direct me,” His own smile grows wider, as if he’d expected she did this every weekend, and the knowledge that it was all new to her pleased him. 

“S’ok honey, I trust you.” She does her best, fingers pulling gently to hold the hair this way and that, as he constantly wiggles around in the chair; but she can’t help but get a little distracted by his expression in the mirror. By the way he seems to be practising posing, as if unaware she’s watching the whole time. His pouty lips going from a half-smile to a scowl to a lip raised in quick succession.

Louise thinks back to it, sat with her legs across Elvis’, on his new couch that he had been oh-so-proud to show off a week or so ago, of how lucky she was to be chosen like this, to be able to have thread her fingers through his hair, or watch him carefully comb it into place after it was dry; to be so close to him that she could see the acne across his neck, the remnants of a shaving rash on his lower jaw. How many girls could say they’d gotten to do this? But with that thought comes the sobering reality that it has to end at some point, and she’d rather not outstay her welcome…it’s probably time for him to get ready for dinner, or for entertaining whoever he’d invited tonight. 

“I’ve had a lovely day…thank you Elvis, it’s been really special…” She’s inching around the subject, she doesn’t want to leave, or for Elvis to say it’s time for her to go, but if he is she wants it to be from her prompting. She wants him to like her, desperately so, but she’s seen enough to know that she also doesn’t want to act too desperate, she wants to seem cool, and older than her years make her, mature about it all - aloof. She’s not though, and the relief she feels when he responds, 

“You ain’t thinkin’ about leavin’ me now are you?” while tucking her further under his arm and against his chest, is immeasurable. She’s safely cocooned against his torso, his freshly showered scent; shaving lotion, laundry detergent, and underneath it all him, the smell of all of it, along with the sound of the rumble of his voice in his chest, his heartbeat all mingling to solidify this memory in her head. Louise knows she won’t ever be able to smell any of the scents again, or hear another’s rumble or heart without picturing this moment in her mind. 

She spends the rest of the evening with his hand on her, on her thigh, her arm, her stomach - curled together and whispering to each other.  Even when some of the boys stop by - albeit briefly, no-one seems to be staying for dinner - he has a hand on her at all times, and no-one seems to blink twice at it. His lack of awareness of personal space, or perhaps of his lack of care about public physical affection completely understood. So, none of them question, even if Louise wasn’t Anita, why she was curled in his lap all evening, 

The other girls hadn’t materialised, some girls had, but not the girls. and Louise worried that it was intentional - that he was ashamed of her or something - was she meant to keep the day a secret? Worse to her than being kept a secret though was the thought that he might not consider her secret-worthy, and the fear that he might laugh her off is enough for her to keep her mouth shut from questioning him. So that night when she leaves, finally, long past midnight, despite her desire to, she doesn’t wait the last few hours until daylight and immediately call them, doesn’t get asked to be dropped off at Frances’ house, or stand beneath Heidi’s window waiting to be let in before crawling into bed with her - girl talk until the sun comes up. She wants to - god she wants to, wants to shout about it - wants to tell everyone that she’s just been on an honest-to-god date with Elvis Presley, that she’d kissed him. With tongues! But despite this desire, she’s almost too nervous to burst the bubble, the special bubble where only she knows; instead having to content herself with whispering the story to the stuffed bear tucked under her pillow - she’s much too old for him to be sat out in the open - or recounting it in as much detail as she dared to her journal.

She’d been sent home with the promise that he’d take her out for dinner the following night - but there’s a call about a change of plans; they’re all going to the cinema instead, Loving You was on the agenda,  and she arrives at Graceland that evening just in time for everyone to be piling into their cars, just barely making it in time for Elvis to smile at her, looking handsome as ever, captain’s hat on his head again and grab her wrist, pulling her into the back of his Cadillac with him. Louise tries her best to enjoy it as she might have done in the past, but she’s so worried about how to behave - if anyone can tell, worried about the other girls’ reaction; is she going to turn into some sort of social pariah? Ruin her chances for friends over a boy? Even if that boy were the only thing any of them truly had in common? And if that boy wasn’t just a boy, but a man, and Elvis at that. She can’t work out if it being Elvis makes it better or worse, so she sits there, primly, worrying her cuticles with her nails and her lips with her teeth. She watches as a tiny well of blood starts to form from where she’d pulled the skin a bit too hard and a bit too far - right to the quick, and she jumps as he covers her hand with his, pulling it out of her lap and onto his. He tuts at her, pulling out a handkerchief to rub at it, 

“Look at the mess you’ve made of that, stop picking at yerself darling. You’ll be sore for days.” She cringes, the desire is only made stronger by his holding of her hand, the worry that the others in the car might notice. They were sitting right there. But she complies, and is eventually soothed by the repetitive motion of his thumb on her palm. He lets go as they pull in, clambering out of the car almost before it’s even fully parked, seemingly anxious to get into the closed theatre. She tries not to be too disappointed at watching him run off with the boys without her, instead waiting for the other girls to climb out of the other cars, joining them in their excited giggling and chatting as they go in. Louise again has to remind herself to act normally, to join in their gossiping about how lucky she was, how excited they were for the film, and pretend she wasn’t a little upset watching him sit three rows ahead of them all. 

By the time the film is over they don’t bother staying for the double feature that had been set up for them, Elvis whisking the group away with the suggestion that even though it was dark out, it was still hot, and did they want to go for a splash in the pool? The night continues in that manner, Louise being seemingly steadfastly ignored, although she succeeds some of the time to forget about it. 

She’s not fretting in the shadows, she was just… taking a minute. He’d paid her no attention in the theatre, and the past half hour had been spent pretending not to be eavesdropping into the boys’ conversation, discussing Anita, singing their praises for her - as much as Elvis would allow - for her figure and face, and very briefly - her personality, before moving onto other girls; who from Hollywood they all wished Elvis would invite over, say, did you hear about that Venetia Stevenson girl coming in a couple of weeks? So on her way back out from the bathroom Louise felt like she was entitled to spend a moment or two in the shadowy corner by the back door. Taking a deep breath as she tried to remind herself not to compare, that maybe they spoke about them like that when they weren’t around. That sure, Anita might be a tiny little thing, but even she probably had to breathe in to button up her skirt - even if it was a smaller size. That, if nothing else, she wasn’t here with them all. 

She wouldn’t deny having had a good time, the film was wonderful, and the night as jolly as any, but still, she couldn’t help but wonder what had gone on that he’d decided to ignore her completely. She’s just getting to the point where she’s ready to return, a smile plastered on her face when suddenly, from the door, an arm reached out and pulled her back against the open door frame. Tugging her against someone’s warm body. She relaxes as soon as she recognises the smell and feel of him and he laughs as she stumbles against him, hands gripping both of her arms. He leans down, pressing a kiss to her cheek, open-mouthed, breathing on her as much as kissing her, before trailing his lips to meet hers. One of the boys shouts for Elvis, something about fireworks, and the next second he’s gone, barely a grin at her dazed expression, before he’s running off again. She can hear the way that the boys tease him about the lipstick smeared across his face, and his tight-lipped response. It makes her smile to herself, the way she has to try and catch her breath, still hidden in her shadowy corner, but no longer feeling invisible. And, though she wishes he’d pull her onto his lap or kiss her in front of everyone, she figures maybe it’s ok to keep it just for herself for the moment too. 

She doesn’t get the chance to see him alone again for a while, there are parties, and gatherings, and then he’s gone again - off on tour and to California for a long couple of months. Louise really tries to accept it all, even though the pictures appearing in the papers, and some of the stories that get relayed back (although never directly by Elvis) makes her heart hurt. It’s difficult, when he seems to look so happy in them, and so do the girls surrounding him - and who is she to judge another girl for feeling herself glow just by standing next to him. A little of his light reflecting onto them. 

One particularly brutal evening, after he’d promised to call but never did, she can’t help but cry into her pillow. This is why he goes for girls like Anita, ones that are a year or two older, they can cope with it. Louise shakes her head to herself - she can cope with it, she’s sure. She can deal. She can be mature, and deal with him out and about and kissing other girls. If Anita can, she can. Accept him inviting the starlets over, that’s fine, they’re only the toy of the moment, and eventually they have to go back to their own glitzy lives. They’re not like her, they don’t have an open invitation to his bedroom or to sit with his mother. But then, they do get private calls with him, and she knows Anita’s been telling anyone who’ll listen about the “just darling notes” he sends her.  Louise doesn’t get notes, sometimes he doesn’t even refer to her by name; simply just as part of the ‘girls’ he seems to always want to talk to as a group - all of them crowded around the receiver at Heidi’s house or Graceland. But then, rarely, sometimes, he slips into the conversation a little check-in, “How’s my lil’ Lou? Bein’ good for me doll?” and it makes Frances look at her in a calculating way, but her heart stutters every-time, every-time she responds

“Of course Elvis! Just waiting for you to come home. I can’t wait to see you.” He never replies the same way, it’s either

“Ah, who could miss this ol’ ugly mug,” or worst of all, “Uh-huh, looking forward to seeing the whole gang again soon.” On one occasion though, it was “Of course, honey, I’ll be seeing you re-eal soon,” and that was enough to give her hope all over again.

#elvis fanfic #be-my-ally #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis x oc #elvis presley x oc #elvis fluff #1950s elvis #elvis imagine #slight elvis angst

[p1-f1]

Confession

Pairings: Craig Tucker x reader

Pronouns: she/her, AFAB

Warnings: A bit of angst, cursing, and a tiny bit of spicy

Notes: should I start adding a summary??? Also I'm so sorry this was late

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"You never even kiss him!"

"That doesn't fucking matter, Craig!"

Let's start from the beginning, shall we? Craig Tucker. Your best friend, since 2 years old. Your mother's are best friends too, that's why you met. And not only is he your best friend, but your crush too. The crush you've had for years.

You and Craig had a special bond. One that nobody could break. He was your first kiss, the one you held hands with first, the one you snuck out to cry to about your problems. Your best friend. Nobody could get in the way of the two of you. Well, at least that's what you thought.

Ever since you started dating Kenny, Craig has been distant. You've tried to talk with him but he tells you he's busy, or has somewhere to be. Maybe he was really busy, maybe be wasn't. Who knows.

In truth, your relationship with Kenny was almost one sided. He would initiate kissing, cuddling, basically anything. Because you found that every person other than your first boyfriend, Kyle Broflovski, wasn't right for you.

You had broken up with Kenny five months after you got with him. And it just so happened, that the day Kenny and you parted ways, was Craig's birthday. You were supposed to come over, but instead, Craig was alone. Alone with nobody except for his 13 year old sister, and Stripe.

And along with not seeing him on his birthday, you didn't feel the best. For some reason you missed Kenny. You felt heart broken. But you didn't love him. It was strange, but true. So, your bed had been your home for almost two days straight.

"You don't even kiss him! Or do whatever weird PDA shit he wants to initiate! It's unfair for him!"

"That doesn't fucking matter, Craig! Why do you care!?"

For some reason, you were crying. Tears fell from your eyes and you didn't even realize.

"Because! You missed my fucking birthday! And I could treat you so much fucking better if you spared me a second glance!"

"What?"

The realization that you had forgotten him hit you like a train. Along with that, he seemed like he really meant what he said.

"I could treat you so well! I've had a crush on you for years! But everytime I look at you youre with some guy literally begging for happiness! Stop looking around you and look infront of you!"

"Oh."

And before you knew it, Craigs arms found their place on your waist. He leaned down, putting his head on your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry.. "

"Don't apologize."

"I broke up with Kenny, Craig.. "

"You did?"

He pulled away, his eyes almost sparkling.

"Does that mean... "

The black haired teen looked at you, and you nodded. Next thing you knew your lips were locked.

And you knew that he'd kiss you forever. So after a minute or two, you pulled away. Sitting back on your bed, Craig found himself between your legs, leaning down once more.

You were trapped under him. But the feeling was amazing.

The kiss had gotten spicy, and his lips found their way to your neck.

"Craig- no, no, no... Calm down.. "

The teen pulled away, looking down at you as he straightened his posture. He looked intimidating. The usual cold expression returned to his handsome face.

"My girl..."

Your cheeks heated up at the name, as you reached for his hand, which you took with a squeeze.

"My boy... "

The two of you lay like that for a while, just admiring each other, until Craig rests on top of you. His blue hat laying on your chest with your hands on his back rubbing in smooth circles.

"Sorry I missed your birthday... "

"It's fine... If I knew my present was only a day later I wouldn't have complained... "

Dark blue eyes looked up at you, softening as they met with yours. He really was your boy.

#south park #pifi's asks #craig tucker x reader #craig tucker x yn

[super-ion]

Ion & Emily

"Ion Doesn't Have Any Social Media"

(remastered)

So, there's one thing you should probably know if you didn't already.

You can't win every fight.

If you're a supervillain, you're technically not supposed to win every fight. It makes the good guys look bad something something blah blah blah et cetera.

Whatever.

You can probably guess where I'm going with this…

My first flight with Jackrabbit was fantastic.

My first flight with Umbra was frankly a little frightening (but he was more focused on saving Emily than beating me, so it all works out).

My second fight with Jackrabbit… not so great.

It's (mostly) my own fault. I was doing another bank robbery. In my defense, the bank was doing some pretty shady stuff, like predatory lending and shit like that. It was a pretty tempting target.

Too tempting as it turns out, because like two minutes in, there's Jackrabbit, come to kick my ass. He left his really fancy gadgets at home this time, so Rickrolling him into submission was out of the question.

I would honestly like to believe that I gave him a pretty good flight… I mean, I lasted a whole 2 minutes and 34 seconds, which is actually pretty impressive against a speedster.

So yeah, I'm in a cell now. Or interrogation room? I don't know how these things work. But yeah, one way mirror, uncomfortable metal chair, table that's bolted to the ground.

The best part is I'm not sure exactly where, the whole frickin’ thing is lined with a Faraday cage, so I'm totally cut off from everything…

How did I ever live with this kind of quiet??

Like seriously, it's disconcerting not being able to hear the internet when it's been a pretty constant source of background noise since my little accident.

Sorry, I think I'm rambling a little. They stuck me in here to stew on my thoughts and whatever mind game they're playing here is probably working.

It's fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine.

By the time the door finally opens, I'm absolutely convinced it's going to be like super swat come to disappear me forever.

But it's not, it's some woman in a crisp white pantsuit. Everything about her is perfectly put together - her hair, her makeup, her nails.

Heck, even her posture is perfect.

(I'm suddenly super self conscious and try to correct my own chronic slouch)

What is this? Maybe she's my lawyer?

Do they give people like me lawyers? They gotta, right? I mean, all the other supervillains I've met are walking around free even though I know they've been beaten and taken in before.

I really wish I had asked them about it.

(actually, maybe they wouldn't have told me… is this like some kind of right of passage?)

She places a leather folio on the interrogation table. It looks crazy expensive (the folio, not the table) and she makes a show of opening it slowly.

She doesn't look stern exactly, but also not kind. I don't know, she's got this whole air of stiff neutrality about her.

"Hello... Ion, is it?" she says in a slight accent that I can't quite place. "My name is Janice, I'm with super hero media relations."

Not a lawyer.

"Uh... am I not under arrest?" I ask.

"Technically no," she replies. "Lucky for you, the ratings on your fights are through the roof. I'm here to explain to you how all of this is going to work-"

"But I robbed a bank," I protest.

I've actually robbed several banks at this point, but they don't need to know about that if they don't already.

"Yes, you also exposed a massive corporate embezzlement scheme and donated most of the money to charity. People love an anti-hero."

I blink. Corporate embezzlement what?

Yeah, I donated a lot of the money to charity. It's good for my brand and it turns out my passive income insider trading makes me more money than I know what to do with anyway.

The embezzlement thing is news to me though.

She pulls out a sheet of paper and examines the contents impassively.

“You're popular,” she continues. “Just look at your social media. You have thousands of followers on... Tumblr."

Her perfect facade briefly cracks and she says the word like it's cursed.

It's true... the followers part, I mean (although I guess the cursed part might also be true). Last I checked, @super-ion had over 13,000 followers. A lot of those are probably bots, but who's counting? The important part are the eleven rainbow checkmarks next to my name.

I suddenly realize that I now have an opportunity that I simply can't pass up.

"Ion doesn't have any social media," I tell her with a straight face.

She stares at me like I'm completely out of my mind.

After a moment, she sighs and rubs her temples before producing another sheet of paper.

“We can't legally ask you to sign any contracts,” she says. “Not that you people care about contacts at all… but if you play by the rules and stick to the guidelines, you will be granted a certain degree of autonomy and amnesty.”

I pick up the paper and skim the contents.

So You Want to Be a B-List Supervillain

(It doesn't really say that, but it might as well)

Most of the guidelines are pretty straightforward. Got a whole list of crimes that are unequivocally off limits, but honestly most of them make sense. All my villain friends have a nice grey mortality thing going, but they've got a pretty similar list of stuff they won't tolerate.

I'm good sitting in my swim lane of financial crimes and occasional property damage for now.

“You're going to be on Jackrabbit’s rogue’s gallery,” she says. “We've been looking to fill it out.”

“Uuuuuuuugh,” I say with a dramatic sigh. “Jackrabbit is the worst. He's a transphobic, homophobic piece of shit.”

Her jaw tightens, but there's a flash of sympathy in her eyes.

“I'm supposed to make him look good, right?” I press. “Kinda hard to do when he's digging his own PR grave.”

“About that,” she says. “We need you to better edit any videos you post of your fights-”

“No,” I interrupt. “Uh-uh. Everything he says goes straight to the internet.”

She closes her eyes and rubs her temples again.

“Sure, whatever,” she mutters under her breath. “They don't pay me enough to put up with his bullshit anyway.”

“What was that?” I ask giddily.

She ignores me.

“If Jackrabbit is ever indisposed, other superheroes will step in as necessary. If you engage in any team ups, an appropriate match up will be assembled.”

I look back at the sheet of paper.

I raise my hand. “Question?”

She visibly struggles not to roll her eyes as she nods.

“Do I get action figures?”

“No.”

#Ion & Emily #my writing #writers on tumblr #transgender #supervillain oc

[smilingbuckley]

Hiiiii!!

Tell me about your Omegaverse fic!

And I noticed deaged Buck wasn't on the list 😭 I've absolutely loved all you've published on that fic so far but also so fair if you're wanting to table it for now

💙

Omg how did I forget about deaged Buck 😭😭😭😭 that fic used to live rentfree on my mind and I've been wanting to continue it again. Idk why I struggle so much with writing it but I guess I'm not used to not writing mostly plot - the fic is supposed to be just fluffy scenes of baby Buck and Bathena 😂

I'll add a snippet anyway, though I don't know if I havr shared it before. It's kinda 1 of 2 scenes of chapter 4 that I've written 😂

Buck is four years old when Maddie and Chimney come back. And just like Eddie, they know to come to Bobby when they find Buck MIA.

"Hi," he greets them as he opens the door. "I have been expecting you."

"Oh?" Maddie asks, stepping inside. She stops at the sight of Buck, who is sitting on Eddie’s shoulders as he pretends to be a horse. Christopher laughs as he watches from the couch.

"Woah," Chimney says, taking in the sight. "Did Buckaroo have a baby?"

"That's…" Maddie trails of with a frown. "He's like an exact replica of Buck. The voice, the hair, the birthmark.”

"The energy?" Athena asks, wiping her hands on a towel as she had to clean his cup again because he keeps putting dirt from the plants in it.

"Where is Buck?" Chimney asks, glancing around.

"That is Buck," Bobby says, closing the door behind them.

"Whaaat?" Chimney walks over. "Buck?"

Buck looks up at him and frowns. "Stranger danger."

Omegaverse

So the omegaverse fic has mpreg which I know not everyone likes, so I'm putting the warning here. At first I wanted to keep the plot a secret because I'm always worried someone will see it and write and publish it before I can and it'll seem like I copied them, but I'm very excited to write this soon!

The plot:

Buck and Eddie are finally together. It took years for them to admit their feelings. Then a month of dating until they decided it's forever, they're the one, and they mated.

But suddenly Buck notices differences. He feels different. He gets sick in the mornings for example, can't handle some foods, and he's overall exhausted. He knows they're all signs of pregnancy - but that can't be it. The only men who can get pregnant are omegas or trans men who haven't had surgery to remove their reproductive organs. He's neither of those. He's a beta. Just like his parents and his sister.

But things keep getting worse. So he enlists Bobby's help, needing advice from his father figure. Bobby uses his minimal medical knowledge to give Buck a check up and he's absolutely sure. Buck is pregnant.

Which means Buck isn't a beta like he thought he was. Further investigation shows that he had been born an omega but his parents had implemented an illegal blocker of omega hormones when he was young, making him show as a beta. It had protected him from pregnancies before, but the mating bite from an alpha was too powerful.

Buck is scared. While Los Angeles seems like a very positive place to live for omegas, rarely facing discrimination for them, Eddie has only dated beta's in his life. Not that Eddie ever showed any disrespect to omega's before, but Buck worries anyway.

#911 #ao3 #evan buckley #buddie #911 fanfic #eddie diaz #buddie fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #snippet

[chryblossomjjk]

bts fic recommendations | 01.31.23

→ hi friends! this is a little segment i do every tuesday (reviewsday get it, aren’t i funny, pls tell me how funny i am) where i read and review two-three fics. as a content creator, i know how big of a role other creators play in your growth, therefore, i want to do my part in making sure everyone gets the recognition they deserve! so with that being said, please check out the amazing fics listed below. make sure to like, reblog, and leave feedback! ♡ #reviewsday #kikirecs

busted (pt 1 + pt 2) - @btsgotjams27 (jjk x reader | married au, parents au, smut)

summary: your husband comes home with a new gift and you’re not happy with it.

oh.... this is wholesome

im usually partial to girl dad koo but i've been looking at his bby pictures lately and he was so cute ugh :'( picturing two lil kooks is killing me (also i see where u got the inspo teehee v cute jess)

also he's such a lil shit pls like he knows what he's doing being such a slut and avoiding the conversation !!! we love him for it !!!

this is my fav style of writing by the way. like when the reader is just dropped into a slice of the character's lives and you figure them out based on the context clues. like the fact that kook's mom died is such a small detail here but it adds so much to the world. you did so well with seamlessly dropping tidbits and making it natural, not an easy thing to do!!! but you did it so so so well in this!!

him licking his fingers clean after wearing her pussy like a ring had me

dad jk putting it the fuck downnnnnn on that bathroom counter SHEESH IM SWEATING!!! also the baby interrupting right before the nut is peak wholesome content lmao!! and the way you incorporated the title TWICE PLS A GENIUS AND THIS WAS SO INCREDIBLY HOT and i would love to see more of this lil family :') &lt;3

i want to be with you - @oddinary4bts (pjm x reader | idol au, s2l, f2l, fluff, slight angst, smut)

summary: moving to seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is park jimin, and he's not the sweet angel you've always imagined him to be. will the reality of park jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

first of all this is just what i needed um what is fanfic if not a vehicle to live out your daydreams anywho... something about moving to a big city and finding love is so fairytale-ish and magical and uGh. the more of these i do the more im starting to think we're all the same bc I RELATE SOME MUCH TO OC GTFO!! and that introduction made me so attached to her because there almost this childlike nature about her?? maybe childlike is the wrong wording but she has so much excitement and ambition, looks to the future with so much hope despite everything that she's been through. yeah. love her dearly will protect at all costs. and the way you contrasted this intro with the intro to the present day to show how now its not a daydream anymore n shes actually dealing w the reality of starting n moving somewhere new *chefs kiss*

"Sometimes, you wondered if faith existed. If there was a bigger plan to the universe, something written for you already that you couldn’t really escape from. It was the thought that crossed your mind as the doors finished moving, and a dark-haired boy – man – stared at you as you just stood there, mouth falling open."

god if theres one thing my communications major literature minor loves its this !!!! foreshadowing !!! like idk this paragraph just tickled my brain in the right way. it really is so beautiful. one of those that you look back on on a second read and smile because it means so much more and aged even better. truly stellar writing.

ALSO BRO THIS OC IS LEGIT MEEEE LIKE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE OUT MY CLUELESS Y/N WHO HAS NO IDEA WHO BTS IS AND IS MYSTERIOUS AND NON-INTERESTED WHEN I HAVE A WHOLE TATTOO DEDICATED TO PARK JIMIN LMAO THE CHIMMY KEYCHAIN TOOK ME OUT BYE!!

"You expected his features to have that same disgusted scowl he always reserved for you, but his brows fell, as if he was ashamed, or perhaps sad."

"It was so human you found you had to look away."

and then just the pull towards eachother like this connection was legit fated was so fucking good. them taking care of eachother when they're drunk. hangover fucking soup :'). and then after everything with collin and jimin's spiraling they really needed eachother. like the stars aligned to set this pair up and its so comforting to read. BUT LIKE THE SLOWBURN MADE IT FEEL SO SO EARNED. AND THE WAY YOU ENDED IT WITH THE TITLE I COULD FUCKING SCREAM!!! so so so good. thank you for taking the time to write and share this masterpiece on the platform, you've made it sm better with this beautiful addition :') friends do not walk, RUN to read this.

#reviewsday #kikirecs #bts #bts smut #bts x reader #bts jungkook #bts jimin #jeon jungkook #park jimin #jungkook smut #jimin smut #jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook fic #jimin fic #jungkook fanfic #jimin fanfic #bts fic recs

[fcbfemeni-11]

Euros heartbreak

Misa Rodriguez

Valeria Fernandez deals with the heartbreak of a quarterfinal exit in her first major tournament with the Spanish national team while her girlfriend, Misa, and her teammates try and comfort her.

The final whistle went and my heart sunk, tears immediately gathered in my eyes and i couldn't prevent them from streaming down my already red face. I couldn't bare the disappointment i felt. As i heard the English fans cheer i fell to the ground, face down, where i began to cry. I was brought in to replace Alexia after her ACL injury but i missed a great chance that would have put us 2-0 up and almost sealed our ticket into the semifinal, Alexia wouldn't have missed, she would have scored. I've let everyone down, including Alexia.

I don't know how long i was laying down for until someone came over to me, but that someone was Mali Leon, my hermana. I didn't want to get up and would have lay there forever, but she didn't give me much choice as she grabbed me and lifted me up, so i was standing facing her. I immediately put my shirt over my face and she pulled me into her side, wrapping her am tightly around me.

"It's a cruel game, huh?" Mapi asked me.

"So cruel" I sobbed out which only made Mapi tighten her grip around me.

"It's not an easy thing to do, exit a tournament, especially when you know you could have and should have won. It's disappointing but it isn't the end, it's far from it actually. You're twenty, and next year is the world cup, we can only keep getting better and try again then"

"What if i scored? What if i didn't miss? What if Ale was here instead of me?" I started asking Mapi questions until she stopped me.

"Let me stop you right there. Stop talking about yourself like that. You are not a disappointment, you have done everyone so proud, including Ale. You're a strong girl, hermana. You've been through everything and you're still here, still smiling. This sign the end of you and it certainly isn't the end of us"

Mapi kept trying to comfort me but i just wasn't taking in what she said, my tears wouldn't stop.

I, after shaking hands with most of the opposing players, walked down the tunnel and into the locker room where i sat down on the cold, tiled, floor, allowing more tears to stream from my eyes.

I wasn't alone for long as my girlfriend came in, smiling sadly as she saw my on the floor. She sat down beside me and i lay me head on her lap, as i done this Misa began to play with my hair and i played with her fingers, something i do when i'm anxious, sad, or nervous.

"One day we will lift that trophy together, one day, mi amor" Misa said into my hair.

"I really hope so" I said, not looking up at her, as i continued to play with her fingers.

"I'm proud, so proud"

"I'm so sorry, Misa" I cried into her arms.

"Hey, don't be sorry. What could you possibly be sorry for, huh?"

"I wasn't myself out there and that cost us the victory. If i could have burried my chances we would be out there celebrating. I failed, Misa, i let everyone down. I let Jorge down, you down, the girls down, my country down, and Alexia down and i don't know how i'm ever going to recover from that"

"Stop blaming yourself, Val, it isn't fair. It's a team game and there are another ten players out there with you, so you CANNOT take the blame for this game. And Jorge isn't disappointed in you, he loves you, and I am certainly not disappointed in you, i'm so beyond proud of you, Val. The girls are proud of you, so are the fans, and Alexia? You know more than anyone how much you mean to her. You're like her daughter, i mean you live with her and play with her everyday, she's your captain and she loves you like you're her daughter, so she isn't disappointed, she never will be disappointed in you"

"I just want to go home" I said, crying in my girlfriends arms.

"I know, baby. When we go home we're going to go on a holiday, okay?"

"Just us?"

"Just us" Misa said, playing with my fingers.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

All of the girls, individually, came over to me and just hugged me whilst they tried to comfort me in every way possible, and then Pina came and hugged me tightly. Pina is my age so i'm closest to her and she's my teammate at club as well as country, so i see her all of the time.

"We will be back, Val, and we will make our comeback unforgettable" She said with a smirk on her face that told me she meant every word she was saying.

"You promise?" I asked the smaller girl with a smile.

"You know i mean what i said. This season we're going to win it all, and you're going to lift every trophy in the world. You're going to lift trophies with your dream club, Barcelona and also with your county"

"Together. We're going to do it together" I whispered.

“Like we always do" Pina said and i smiled before hugging her tightly.

"Before you go and shower, i've got a message for you" Pina said, grabbing her phone and handing me it, telling me to press play on a video, which revealed Alexia's face.

"Hola, mi hija, te quiero mucho. I'm so proud of you, so proud, okay? And i don't want you to think otherwise. This is your first major tournament, and you had an amazing tournament too. You didn't have a bad game today, so don't think you did. You're living your dream, kiddo. Life has its bumps along the way but it's on you to show your strength and overcome every single one of them. And i know you wanted to win for me, and i know you think you've let me down, but you haven't and getting to the quarterfinals and being so close to winning is good enough for me because i know that you gave it your all and didn't back down until the end, and that's all i can ask for, and that's all i need to see. Val, you replaced me in the squad, and you played better than i ever would have, so the number you wore on your back is more than deserved. You, Val, are incredible, you better believe that"

The video ended and i had tears in my eyes that i quickly wiped away.

"Are you okay, amor?" Misa said, coming over and wrapping her arms around me.

"I miss mi mamá, mucho" I said and all of the girls heard and turned to face me with smiles on their faces.

"And i'm sure she misses you too"

"Before our trip i need to see her, vale?" I said to Misa who nodded whilst chuckling lightly.

"Qué?" I asked and she giggled.

"You're so cute when you change to Spanish"

"Mi English isn't as good as yous" I said and she just laughed.

"Hey! Stop laughing" I said and she started tickling me, causing me to laugh wildly which made everyone in the room smile widely.

"STOPPPP"

Mi familia <3

All i need.

#misa rodriguez #spain wnt #weuros #alexia putellas #claudia pina #mapi leon #woso x reader #woso soccer

[alltimefail-sims]

The sims 3 lore is just as wacko as the sims 2 istg my fav lore has to be the dead clone wives lemme explain. So in twinbrook there's s sim name Juan Darer (he's quite interesting to look at too) in the junkyard he owns is the grave of Lacy Darer. Now Juan and Lacy have no relationship but she could be his ex wife as deceased spouses aren't shown on the family tree in the sims 3. Lacy died in a fire but what's the crazy part Juan's best friend Harwood Clay is has a possible wife named Macy Clay who also died in a fire. Macy and Lacy's names aren't just a coincidence. Macy and Lacy are almost completely identical. Many think they're twins but twins don't have the same exact same personalities. The darker theory is that Juan being the eccentric creator created clone wives for him and his best friend and Lacy and Macy somehow perished possible in the cloning process which is also the reason Juan's house caught on fire and he lives in a barn.

O m g

Sorry for taking forever to respond to this! This month has been wildly busy in the worst way!! I hate summer! Everyone in my house has been sick at some point! UGH!

Anyway, I finally had a chance to sit down and thoroughly look into both of these families. I'm going to start with the Doe family because, honestly, I don't have a whole lot to add about the Darers and I'm eager to jump into the Does (my thoughts on the Darers will be at the end though!).

Let's dive in! ↓

I had to look up Midnight Hollow to start, and EEEEEEP I love this world's whole vibe. If I play the Sims 3 THIS will be the world I start in!!! Favorite world I've learned about in TS3 so far. I lowkey want to live here irl.

But imagine my shock when I found out that they were putting whole ass worlds on The Sims 3 store. That's absolutely insane lmao!! They would of had my wallet with this one though, not gonna lie. The vibes are top-tier.

Now I looked up the Doe family just like you said and I need you to know that they are the kind of unsolved lore I live for. This family alone makes me want to pirate buy TS3 today.

The Wiki's description wasn't necessarily weird, but the household description left me with many questions.

Jane is the perfect housewife, from her neat hairstyle to her fashionable yet conservative dress. She's neat, nurturing, loves her kids, and can make a mean pot roast! Meanwhile, John is rising in the ranks at his corporate job. He feels successful in life and supported by his family. He works hard but comes home in enough time to teach his kids a lesson or two about life and talk to his wife about her day. Nothing mysterious seems to be happening here, but didn't their house used to have a basement?

That last line. Yeah. WTF? That made the hairs on my arm stand up, especially considering that the world they come with is supposed to mimic a classic-horror vibe. So Immediately I'm getting serial killer vibes, I'm getting psychological thriller, I'm getting family that invites you over for dinner only for you to realize that you are dinner.

Just from the description alone, I'm thinking that the parents are people with a wicked past - coconspirators in crime (whether Jane is a willing or unwilling participant is debatable but intriguing) that may involve killing and disposing, from the sounds of the "former-basement" and the fact that no one really knows why they've suddenly come to a new town without any explanation of their past. Additionally, the names feel like a reference to true crime and murder to me - the last name Doe, with first names Jane and John specifically, are typically names given to unidentifiable victims who, more than not, are victims of violence and brutalization which leaves them unidentifiable. Or, at times, they're simply unidentifiable based on the fact that they don't have family or friends that could claim them, thus making them the perfect targets if you've got bad intentions. The parents seem shady, but beyond that their names reaffirm that they aren't the perfect, squeaky-clean, nuclear family they pretend to be. I mean, you could even speculate that Jane and John are not even their real names. Obviously the sims team are big fans or campy, on-the-nose names (Bob Pancakes, the Goth family, the Calientes, Marcus Flex), but I've always liked to think that sim names can serve more than one purpose.

I jumped over to The Doe family community blog post and the interview there further confirmed a lot of my suspicions, and that whatever they're hiding might be sealed off in what used to be the family basement (the dev who made this family makes sure to draw attention to this enough that it's clearly significant). It's no coincidence that the basement suddenly "disappeared" (or perhaps just became inaccessible) as soon as the family moved in. Some notable things from this interaction:

The classic, old-fashioned misogyny from John. "The light of my life keeps my home perfect and welcoming." It's subtle, but says a lot about this family's old-fashioned dynamic. I hate the condescending, possessive energy between these two. I literally felt uncomfortable during this entire interview (I'd argue that is intentional).

The recurring and growingly tense persistence for the interviewer/producer to drink more tea. BIG red flag on this because my first thought is "Why?" I can understand being hospitable, but it seems like the interviewer has already been taken care of, so why the push? Jane is literally described as frantic, dodging the interviewer's questions entirely and hyper-focusing on the tea as if this is her role to play in what could be an unfortunate turn of events. On the other hand, John seems to be cheerily dismissive. I'm seeing skilled, practiced manipulation in the form of feigned charisma and charm - he doesn't ignore the questions but rather skillfully pivots and tries to keep things light and comfortable. His energy is notably different than the rest of the family, which makes him seem like the primary, skilled aggressor. He is keeping shit under control just enough to not raise suspicion, in my opinion.

But, most interesting to me, is their children's reactions to what is going on. The bio tells us so little about them, but their actions say so much. James, being a toddler and the youngest, obviously is going to be relatively clueless. But Jenn, the daughter, Sits quietly and stares ahead with an eerie blank expression. This feels like a traumatized, almost dissociative response. She seems removed in an anticipatory sense, on-brand for how a child might respond to signs of danger. I'd go as far to say that she is exhibiting one of the 5 fight and flight trauma responses; mainly the "freeze" response. The oldest son Joseph, on the other hand, is outwardly angry. He even leaves the room and slams the door as a response to the conversation, perhaps simply triggered by the mention of moving to Midnight Hollow, but I would venture to guess that he's also frustrated with the events taking place beyond that. After all, I would think that if there is anyone aware of the parent's possible nefarious nature and wrongdoings, it would be him. That being said, he's a teenager... but still a child, nonetheless. He unfortunately has little to no control, and it's clear that he's exhibiting a flight response, showing his own disdain as much as he can (a touch of fight in that door slam) while taking an opportunity to flee the scene. In the picture, their eldest son and daughter seem to be looking at them with... complex expressions. They're certainly not happy.

The whole interview ends because the wife is "not feeling well," but that brings me back to my point about John being a skilled manipulator and the main aggressor running the web that his family is caught in: he would be able to cite when things are getting out of control. A predator knows when to strike and when to back off, and I think this is John's way of regaining control before too much is brought to light. Many people have been spared, unknowingly, from the clutches of a serial killer because they got lucky and the killer decided it wasn't the right place/right time - that's the vibe I'm getting, idk.

The energy around this family reminds me of an Ari Aster or a Jodan Peele psychological horror feel - everything is fine on the surface until it's not, and that tensity and complexity is disturbing and uncomfortable for the outsider (the audience) looking in, but it's usually just as disturbing for our growingly-aware protagonists (who, based on actions alone, I would argue could possibly be the eldest son and perhaps even the daughter, in this case). "The Stepford Wives" by Ira Levin has also been cited possible inspiration at least for Jane's motivations/role in the story. If you don't know about this story, I recommend checking it out.

As I researched, I was actually surprised with the amount of people who did not jump to the murderer route right off the bat. Some other theories include the family being hypnotized and even speculation that they might be robots (likely a take resulting from Levin's work).

Personally, I am more inclined to think that the parents are people with a wicked past, but it was interesting to read alternative takes. The robot and hypnotism theories are intriguing to me, but they neglect to explain the mysterious disappearance of the basement or the children's behaviors. Furthermore, the "brainwashed" and "repetitive" nature Jane has could just as much be signs of trauma/being in an unsafe environment/being forced to act against her will just as much as they could be literal signs of being robotic or hypnotized, so I don't think those things are necessary. Trauma, fear, and feeling trapped are enough to make a person act outside the realm of "normal."

Hell, I think I've only covered the surface here, but I've talked for so long lol. It seems their story might always just be a mystery left for speculation, sadly.

My boy Benoit Blanc says it best:

Some additional resources that I used below for any curious cats who made it this far:

The Doe family discussion on the sims forum

TS3 Reddit Thread on the Doe family

As for the Darers: from what I'm seeing, the theory that the wives were clones (or at the very least identical twins) makes sense to me. I put pictures of them below, and just from their CAS headshots you can definitely see that the girls are identical - there's gotta be some relation there

Personally, I lean toward clones due to the traits being the same. Twins in the sims franchise have always had their own unique interests and traits, so these girls being near carbon-copies doesn't make sense if they're only sisters. Plus, the franchise loves clones (looking at you, two versions of Bella Goth in the Sims 2). For the era of franchise that TS3 was in, I feel like the team was still making the game lean toward whimsy and outlandish as opposed to realism.

Regardless of the relation these two girls share though, the fire death is suspicious and maybe the only thing that keeps this from feeling like an open and shut mystery. It also acts as another good reason to lean toward clones as opposed to sisters unless the fire was caused accidentally by Lacy herself. I think the cloning housefire theory is compelling, due to the girls not actually having a relationship with either of these guys explicitly on the family tree. I guess in that case they were actually their potential wives more than actual wives, which would explain why there's no marriage memory as well.

In some ways it's endearing that Juan would do all that, not just for himself but for his buddy as well, especially if it caused his house to burn down and ultimately push him out into a barn. In the end though, I think the whole cloning situation leans more toward weird when you consider the implications. If you have to invent a wife, you probably should just stay single my dude.

Last and unrelated sidenote: Harwood Clay's hair was an unexpected, horrifying surprise lmao.

Just from what you've told me, TS3 Twinbrook world had a lot of interesting characters. I had no idea that TS3 lore was even close in wackiness to TS2 and TS1, but my takeaway here is that we all should be more pissed off that TS4 premades are so dull.

#Sims lore #The Sims #TS3 Lore #the sims 3 #ts3 #the darer family #the doe family #this took me WAY too long to respond to you. I'm genuinely sorry! #Please know that the Does now live in my head rent free for forever. I will be making them in TS4. #atfs ask #forbiddenwhims #lore anon