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lovinpelova · 5 months

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embarrassed | j. fleming

summary; jessie's been acting weird all day at training, you need to force the explanation out of her. [SMUT]

🎵 let me explain - bryson tiller

"keep going."

you hummed in response against jessies neck whilst trailing gentle kisses along her pulse point, feeling her hands find purchase on your shoulders before trailing under your arms and wrapping themselves around your torso alongside her legs around your waist. the canadian moaned softly when you carefully bit down just under her shirt collar - knowing she would fuss if you left a mark somewhere visible - and your eyes flickered up to watch her head throw back in pleasure, a grin forming on your lips as she attempted to push you further down her body.

the moment was cut short by your alarm going off next to her, both of you groaning in annoyance as jessie quickly switched it off for the third time that morning. a wake-up like that meant you'd ignored your two previous warning alarms, so if you stayed in bed for another twenty minutes (which you were definitely going to do without the interruption) you'd be late for training. emma would not be happy with that.

"sorry baby, we gotta get ready."

"ugh! can i have one more kiss at least?"

you shook your head at her request, leaning down to kiss her sweetly before standing up and pulling her with you to get ready for the intense training schedule you had planned.

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emma started you guys off with a couple warm-up drills so you'd all had a feel for the ball, placing you into a rondo before switching into a game of two-touch with smaller groups assigned. once she felt you'd all had sufficient touches on the ball she moved into a simple shooting drill; pass the ball to your left for a 1-2 with your partner and shoot with your weaker foot no matter the positioning, then switch sides after everyone had a go.

normally flourishing in shooting drills that required the use of your weak foot, jessie was happy with emmas first choice of practice. she stepped up with niamh as her partner first, full of confidence, succeeding with the 1-2 due to niamhs pin-point accuracy and running onto the ball with her right foot planted beside it. she didn't feel herself hit the ball with as much power as she could - but she thought that wouldn't matter as she looked up in expectance of it going into the back of the net like usual - only for her to stand there dumbfounded when she hit a low shot that cleared the goal completely. she didn't even get the ball off the ground!

"it's okay jess, try again!"

emma encouraged, jessie moving back into place and once again succeeding in the 1-2, hearing a little cheer from yourself and erin to give her a final boost of confidence as she ran onto it. hearing your voice made her brain short-circuit and she missed the ball completely, falling flat on her arse as she huffed due to getting the wind knocked out of her. she laughed alongside the rest of the team, all of you quickly stopping and checking if she was okay as she got up and insisted she was fine with niamh walking to the back of the line with her.

"what's up with you today? you never miss shots like that, nevermind fall flat on your arse and get the wind knocked out of you."

"i'm just a little bit distracted, that's all."

jessie insisted politely, niamh giving her a knowing look as she wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"you sure it doesn't have anything to do with y/n? as soon as you heard her voice you fell over."

the canadian groaned in response to her best friends detective work, watching her celebrate as she knew she'd been right. knowing niamh wouldn't leave her alone until she told her what you'd done to distract her so much that morning, she made sure to take a step away from the others and lower her tone as you stepped up to take your turn in the drill.

"we were going to... you know this morning but we had to stop 'cus we were gonna be late."

niamhs face scrunched up in disgust at the mention of sex, jessie shoving her shoulder lightly with a bright red blush across her cheeks in response to the defenders laughter at her best friends situation.

"just say you're feeling sick so you can go home early with her-"

"no way i'm not missing training for sex!"

jessie whisper-yelled, watching niamh laugh at her sudden outburst as she smiled lightly in response when she replayed what she said. it was soon their turn in the drill again and jessie switched their positions without a doubt, passing the ball to niamh in a 1-2 and cheering on as she watched her rocket the ball past zecira into the net. the pair walked to the back of the line again and you gave them both a thumbs up, jessies grin widening in response as you winked at her cheekily.

emma put you all through a gruelling couple hours both in the gym and on the pitch, your only motivation being the champions league games that were coming up, she wanted to win that title with you before she left and it was obvious. by the time you'd finished and gathered all your things before heading home with jessie beside you, your hand comfortable on her thigh at her request, you were knackered. both of you collapsed onto the couch beside each other with a sigh of comfort, kicking your shoes off and throwing your kitbags to the floor.

"hey, what was up with you in training today?"

"what do you mean?"

the canadian replied weirdly fast, raising your suspicions. you could tell something was wrong with her the whole day, she'd been avoiding shots and missing passes, dropping weights in the gym and whispering things to niamh whenever she could.

"you've been off all day. is something wrong?"

"no, i'm fine- well, no nevermind it's nothing."

"no, jess. tell me what's wrong."

you requested sternly, sitting up properly to face her once you learned there was something upsetting her focus that day.

"it's embarrassing-"

"nothing is embarrassing with me, my girl. tell me."

the canadian met your eyes and began to blush furiously - even more than usual - before shaking her head shyly. you hummed in understanding, realising you weren't going to get it out of her with verbal encouragement.

"is there anything i can do to stop whatever it is from bugging you?"

"yeah."

jessie mumbled quietly, watching you move closer and take her hand in yours before nudging her to look at you. you nodded your head in a silent plea for her to go on, finally knocking down her walls that had come out of nowhere.

"well, this morning when we- you know we- i didn't get a chance to, erm- finish? and it's been really uncomfortable and annoying and the only thing i can think about when i've looked at you today."

you smiled softly at her as she looked down at your hands, everything finally making sense.

"jess, i though you'd calmed down or dealt with it yourself quickly before we left. you should've just told me we could have told emma i was feeling sick and needed you to look after me-"

"i'm not missing training for sex! it wasn't that bad."

"you literally fell flat on your ass seven times in ten minutes whilst trying to shoot from the penalty spot."

you looked at her dumbfounded as she smiled with you, watching her roll her eyes in fake annoyance. you squeezed her hand quickly to get her attention and felt a blush cover your own cheeks when her eyes met yours again.

"do you still want me to... help you? it's okay if not but just know i'm here if you need me for anything."

jessie sighed in frustration before pulling you into a heated kiss, obviously wanting you to help her relieve the pressure that had been building up all day. immediately kissing back and moving on top of her, the canadian smiled against your lips as her legs wrapped around your waist to have you as close as possible. she had you in the exact same position that morning and she wasn't intending to let you cut it short for a second time, so she broke away from the sloppy makeout session you'd quickly fallen into and pushed your head into her neck.

you smirked at her neediness as she threw her head back at the tiniest brush of your lips against the sweet spot just above her collarbone, your hands moving to take off her shirt before she redirected them with her own. she led them down underneath her training shorts and into her underwear, both of you moaning lowly at the feeling of contact.

"i need you now.'

she mumbled against your ear as your lips continued to scatter across her neck, fingers dipping in and out of her heat expertly before gliding up to her needy clit and rubbing it, a needy moan falling from her mouth. her hand reached your wrist again and pushed it down as she moved her head to look into your eyes, a pleading expression as she guided your fingers towards her entrance with a whine and pout.

"alright baby, i was just teasing. y'know how much i love to rile you up."

you pecked her lips a couple times and watched her bite back a grin when your fingers finally entered her, mouth falling open in a silent moan as you slowly started to move them. a couple moments later you sped up your pace to the exact speed you knew would have her falling apart in minutes, curling your fingers to find her g-spot and internally celebrating when she finally let out a guttural moan.

"breathe babygirl, deep breaths or this won't feel good. can you do that for me?"

the canadian nodded and slowed down her breathing as your fingers continued their movements, her nails clawing at your bare arms whilst she recovered from the initial shock of how good it felt to finally be getting fucked. you smiled down at her proudly and kissed her cheek, moving your thumb to rub at her clit as her nails nearly drew blood from you with how deep they went.

"good girl, doing so good for me."

"baby- keep talking to me like that. please-"

you chuckled into her ear cockily before she smacked your shoulder lightly, both of you laughing together for a moment before she pulled you down into a deep kiss. her hips bucked into your hand in request for you to go deeper, always wanting to make your girl happy you obviously followed her silent command.

"you like being called a good girl hm?"

"yes."

she breathily replied with a soft moan as you felt her starting to squeeze around you tighter with each thrust. you knew your girl well, and you knew she was too shy to say whenever she was close in fear of being too loud, so you examined her body to tell instead. that was one of the signs.

"you feel so good around me baby. done so well in training today, you deserve this for as long as you want."

jessie moaned out your name with a shuddering breath afterwards, legs tightening around your waist further as she started bucking her hips in time with your thrusts.

"stayed quiet about how much you needed me 'cus you didn't want me to miss training. so considerate baby, such a good girl."

"y/n/n!"

jessie screamed out your name as the high she'd been craving all day finally fell into her hands and travelled up her spine like a shiver, the impulses of pleasure shooting into her to make nails rake your skin, toes to curl, legs to tighten and bend for more access, head to throw back, jaw to go slack, eyes to roll- every physical response someone could have to an orgasm, jessie was having it.

you gently kissed her face and neck all over as she came down from her high, slowing down your fingers until she whined from the overstimulation before pulling them out and towards your mouth. jessie watched as you sucked her arousal clean off your digits, face turning more red than usual as she hid behind her hands in embarassment of how attractive she found it.

"feeling better now?"

"so much better."

you smiled down at her before giving her a sweet kiss, climbing off her and pulling her into your side to relax on the couch for the rest of the afternoon.

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short-yandere-stories · 1 year

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okay so---i read the lil fic of reader friendzoning sebastian and i saw your requests were open so here I AM-

Could I get a fanfic of Sebastian with a reader who ✨does✨ have a crush on him but ignores his advances because she happens to have a rather low self-esteem and simply "doesn't want to get the wrong idea" —if possible? if you can't either way it's cool .u.

I am so glad you're here! :D And hoo boy I can recognize myself in that for sure and this would 100% be me hands down. Also sorry for the tiiiiime this has taken meeeeee ugh life is. Annoying. Something I do know for certain, however, is that a yandere Sebastian would not stand for any low self-esteem. Especially not from someone as wonderful and perfect as you.

This can be read as a standalone thing or sort of a continuation of the last one!

Yandere is mainly at the very end because it became just so nice and soft and aaaaahh

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SFW, no major TW/CW, but mentions reader with low self-esteem feeling insecure and disliking themselves. :✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

"Not Good Enough for Me?"

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"Milady, are you alright? You've been staring through that window for quite some time now." Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn around, gaze landing on the tall, elegant butler peeking in through your door. At your acknowledgment, he takes a step into your room, closing the door behind him with a soft 'click'.

"You have not moved from this spot since at least about half an hour ago. I saw you standing there while I assisted Finnian in the gardens." You look away, nervously picking at the skin around your nails. "I'm fine," you say with a forced laugh. "Just got lost in thought I guess." Slowly, Sebastian moves closer to you, making sure that you can clearly see him at any point. He closely monitors your body language, ready to stop the second he sees you flinching or turning away.

"Is it about my confession during the afternoon tea last afternoon?" He asks, hitting the nail on its head. He has to keep a chuckle in as you wince. "I meant no disrespect or harm, I can assure you," he continued. "And if I have made you uncomfortable with any of my advances, I-" "No!" You yelp, cutting him off. You snap around to finally look at him, eyes wide in a panic and hands thrown up in front of you, waving in dismissal. "I mean..." you continue in a timid tone, cheeks heating up at your outburst.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable at all, Sebastian," you say, eyes pleading with him to believe you. "It was actually really sweet and it made me extremely happy to hear. I just..." you trail off, looking down at the floor, unable to keep his gaze any longer.

"I just don't think you'd want to be with someone like me." Your voice grows increasingly quiet the longer the sentence goes on, and even Sebastian with his demonic powers and enhanced senses has to strain to catch your words.

"What?" he breathes, confusion and bewilderment etched on his face.

You turn back to face the window, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of comfort, trying your hardest to keep the tears threatening to form at bay.

"I just... I'm nothing special. I'm not really pretty or smart... I'm clumsy and mess up, and I can't ever do anything right." Tears blur your vision as you try to keep your voice from shaking. "I don't know why you'd want to be with me," you confess, finally, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"You deserve someone better than me."

If he had a heart in the same way that humans do, Sebastian was sure that it would have shattered upon hearing those words. How had he missed your feelings in regard to yourself like this? The anger he felt aimed towards himself for missing such a crucial thing had completely blocked out the meaning of your words for a moment until they finally registered. You loved him. More than that, you'd avoided his advances and tried to push him aside not because you didn't reciprocate, but because you didn't think you were good enough.

In a flash, he's by your side, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest. Your hands weakly cling to his waistcoat, tears wetting the fabric of his shirt. "Sweetheart," he whispers, raising one gloved hand to pet your hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not noticing how you felt about yourself and adding to that burden," he begins, holding your crying form close. "But you're wrong. About all of it." You cry harder and try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"You are special. So very special to me, darling, you don't even know half of it. You have the most beautiful soul of any person I have ever met. I love every single part of you. I love the color of your eyes, the way your entire face lights up when you smile. I love your mind and the way it works. Sure, you mess up sometimes, but every human does! It has never once made me think less of you. If anything, watching you trip over nothing only makes me see you as even more endearing than before." Relaxing his hold on you enough for him to bend down and look you in the eyes, he continues. "I love everything about you, flaws and all. I wouldn't change anything about you." One of his hands wipes away a few tears from your cheek before gently cradling it in his palm.

"There is no one that could be 'better for me' than you. You're perfect in my eyes. I hope that I can make you see that too, someday," he whispers.

More tears flow down your cheeks, and for a moment, Sebastian thinks that he has done something wrong, but then your face cracks into a smile. "Do you really mean that?" you ask meekly. "Or are you just saying it to make me feel better?" Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Sebastian leans in and presses his cold lips against yours. For a moment, you're unresponsive, frozen in shock. Then, your hands grab his shoulders, and you kiss back.

The feeling of your soft, warm lips against his is something Sebastian has dreamed of for so long. He can barely believe that it's happening. Your warmth, the softness of your body pressed against him is everything he ever wanted.

Possessive thoughts flash through his mind, solidifying what he already knew. This was where you belonged. By his side, in his arms. With him, forever. He would make sure that your thoughts never hurt you ever again. No matter how many times he had to reassure you, hold you, and help push those negative feelings aside, he would.

You were finally his. You finally reciprocated his feelings, and Sebastian would be damned if he let anything -- your own thoughts included -- hurt you.

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altocat · 3 months

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THE FIRST SOLDIER: CHAPTER 6

It's time, folks! After five agonizing months of waiting, we FINALLY get a story update. And I'm here to recap for your convenience! So, spoilers below under the cut.

Story opens up ten days after Shinra reinforcements arrived on the island. They're building a reactor via a site dig. Glenn and crew have been watching Rosen's smoke for days now just in case.

Lucia remarks that Sephiroth did most of the heavy lifting in terms of prep. Glenn is getting ready to celebrate with their upcoming bonus. Sephiroth isn't interested in pay though according to him.

An engineer calls them over and tells them they need to go kill monsters in the area. When Glenn asks where Sephiroth is, the engineer tells him that he's out scavenging corpses and that it's kind of creepy.

Seph has apparently been going off on his own for a while. Lucia suggests they go look for him while they take care of the monsters.

Ugh. More filler monsters. And of course the level cap is trillions of numbers ahead that of the last chapter's. This fucking game smh.

The music on this section is nice. EC has a good soundtrack ngl. Better than it deserves, in my opinion.

After an incredibly tedious fight with a recolored ostrich monster, the gang comes across a shard of materia in the ground. This comes into play later.

They find Sephiroth digging around corpses at the old Rhadoran base. He clarifies that it might LOOK creepy but he's actually looking for the picture of his mother. Like most children with precious comfort items, he ended up dropping it somewhere and he's looking through the bodies to see if it's somehow under them.

So here's some clarification, the photograph is NOT a photograph so much as a locket/necklace that Sephiroth wears. So it's not in his front pocket, he's wearing it around his neck. Neat.

The gang offers to help him look for it, taking out filler monsters in between. Sephiroth mentions that he feels the need to protect the team as the leader. That's his job. There's some cute banter between Seph and the trio. Awww.

All the Rhadorans except Rosen are gone now. Matt keeps going on and on about their religion--Planetology. Lucia is unfamiliar with this concept and Matt explains the concept of mana and souls returning to the planet to Sephiroth.

Glenn feels REALLY guilty now about what they did to the Rhadorans, worried they'll just be forgotten since they're gone now. Kinda too late for that, bud. And now it's just Rosen left alone.

Hojo mention from Seph btw. Hojo told Sephiroth "No matter how logically you explain something, there will always be people who don't understand because they have a different view of the world."

When Glenn worries about the Rhadorans being forgotten, Sephiroth takes what he learned from Glenn earlier about compassion to heart, saying that the PLANET will remember them.

Glenn understands how important mana is now. It's life force, life energy. That's why the Rhadorans hated what Shinra was doing.

They can't seem to find the necklace anywhere. Sephiroth is glumly resigned to accept that it's gone for good.

Instead, thanks to Glenn's sudden moral dilemma, they decide to bury the Rhadorans as a means of "apologizing". Sephiroth eagerly offers to help.

While they're burying the bodies, the island starts shaking. The reactor dig is going to start soon. And THAT'S what will awaken the mana overflow Rosen mentioned earlier. They'll set off explosives that will start a chain reaction. Sephiroth says they're going to have to evacuate.

They're blocked by a bunch of branches. Seph finds the materia fragment from earlier and uses it to incinerate the area to make a path. Glenn gushes over how cool Seph is.

Seph cuts down a big tree to make a bridge too. Glenn thinks Seph is SUPER FUCKING RAD OKAY. Seph asks if he's impressed with his "cyborg powers" and Glenn says no, not wanting to hurt Seph's feelings again.

Seph says that he feels he can say anything to the group and that he doesn't want them to hold back. Glenn is in full support mode now and he and Seph seem very in sync with each other. It's very cute. They've gotten close during the gap.

They find another materia shard during a blocked path of rushing water. Sephiroth uses it to freeze the water to move across.

Seph is eager to get his team back to the chief engineer, but Glenn is worried about Rosen. He wants to see if there's a way to make sure Rosen's safe but Seph says there's no time. Glenn seems to be ready to ask Seph something but then drops it.

This section is called "Inseparable". They arrive at the helicopters. Glenn wants to delay the dig so he can warn Rosen in time. But they've already started.

Glenn gets agitated and then punches the engineer, who threatens to tell HQ. Glenn doesn't give a fuck. Matt and Lucia decide to support Glenn. Sephiroth doesn't stop them.

Lucia hijacks one of the choppers and kicks a soldier out after holding them at gunpoint. They're going to fly over to Rosen's Island with it.

A monster shows up just as shit starts to get crazy. It's Stamp the goblin-frog! He's huge and mutated because of the mako. Glenn wants to finish him off for good.

They take care of Stamp and the group is going to go rescue Rosen and Refu. The other chopper throws down a ladder for them for the evacuation but the trio is basically defecting.

Matt said Sephiroth isn't fired because the chief knows that it was the trio's idea, not his. But they're going to have to leave Seph behind so he isn't dragged into this.

Glenn tells Sephiroth to stay safe as the trio departs. Sephiroth is visibly hesitating on whether or not to accept the ladder or follow the group after they've left.

The trio gets ready to take off in their hijacked chopper. And Sephiroth. Is going. WITH them.

Holy fucking shit Sephiroth tried to defy Shinra asrdfghkjgfd just so he could stay with his friends. I'm gonna cry. Fuck, I already am. INSEPARABLE. AHHHHH.

Overall, a decent chapter. Much better than I was expecting. Babyroth is so endearing and it's clear he's now very attached to the trio. Even more than Shinra. Him just suddenly losing the picture/necklace is kind of bullshit but whatever. I guess he had to lose it somehow? Maybe it'll turn up again later.

Sephiroth's rebellion will obviously have consequences later.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephcanons #sephiroth #ffvii first soldier #first soldier #ever crisis #ffvii ever crisis #spoilers #ff7ec #glenn lodbrok #matt winsord #lucia lin #hojo #holy fuck #an unexpected fucking twist if ever there was one

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Date gone wrong : Jason Todd x plussize!fem!reader pt 1

@jasontoddsthickbabe - here you go :D

summary: being bigger girl is not always easy. Especially when it comes to the dating and relationships. However, they say that there are plenty fish in the sea, so maybe some people are just to stubborn to realise they are looking in all the wrong places,

This can be read as a story preceding to my other plussize!fem ff: Beneath and Snickers and Hoodies

Warning: mention of past trauma and eating disorder.

Clarification: I have nothing against make-up, dresses, woman's magazines and girls who are feminine. I'm just creating reader as more of a tomboy, because I seriously believe we need more representation of such.

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„What are you doing?”

„Thinking.”

„You sure you are not worrying?”

“Yes, Dick, I am pretty sure I am not.”

“You got that face you know. “

“What face?”

“The face you do when you are worried” he grinned, making her roll her eyes

“You are unbelievable….”

“I know. Now come on, if there’s anything you want to share with your best friend….”

“On second thought there may be one thing.” She tapped her chin “and you may be right , I may want to share with my best friend.”

“Well then….”

“I’m gonna go find Tim. Have you seen him around?”

“That is so not fair!” Dick rushed right after her, not wanting to miss any of the gossip that she may tell Tim. After all, he was the oldest brother, and her oldest friend, it was his dutyto take care of Y/N.

***

Before Y/N started working in tech department of Gotham’s press and met Dick, she was a freelancer for a woman’s magazine. Now, thinking back it was the worst time of her life. She was never really interested in all those articles like “12 make up tricks to make your eyes look bigger” or “10 ways to make a man fall for you” Ugh! This was just too objectifying – was it really the purpose of a girl to play pretend just to catch attention? But she was newly graduated and needed money to keep herself afloat, so the best option to have any income was to adjust to the realities. And that meant accepting the open slot and cut down on her ambition. Just a bit and just for the time being.

“One year” she was telling herself “you have to stick here one year, get a name for yourself and then you will be able to choose any other newspaper to work for.”

Biting the bullet she was writing all those silly news and gossips, counting the days to the desired promotion and submitting to the wishes and whims of her boss. The editor was not the person to discuss with, she always knew better what would turn out to be popular, and when one day she called Y/N into her office, the girl knew there was a task for her. Arguably the one she would not like.

“I’m sorry, boss, you want me to do what?” she raised an eyebrow involuntarily, but quickly realized it was not professional. She was the newbie, with no power to bargain, treated rather like a coffee delivery and courier than a real journalist. If she was to act even a bit too cocky with the boss that would end with her on the street.

“I’m pretty sure you heard me the first time, but I’ll repeat it for you. I need you to go to ten different dates with ten different boys found on dating app and write a reporting on it. “

“But….”

“No buts.” The boss cut her off “you got two weeks and I want to see it on my desk.”

“Two weeks?” that would mean she would be forced to go out almost every night “But…..”

“You can go now, Y/n. Good luck.”

This was like a nightmare coming alive. Y/N did not have good experiences with men or with dates or with that whole relationship stuff. Maybe it was partially because of her childhood issues. She never felt wanted or accepted for who she was. Her father practically did not care about her, only willing to acknowledge her presence when he was in need of help or feeling lonely enough to settle for her in the absence of someone better. Not exactly a role model. Y/N did not have any male friends in school as well, to focused on being an A grade student to please her strict mother. Burdened with pressures and expectations from everyone, herself included, she got dragged into eating disorder that left her a bit bigger than her friends. At some point it felt like food was her way to suppress all the emotions, good and bad. Instead of letting her feelings out she was drowning them by sticking food in her mouth and stomach. It was shameful and embarrassing and the more she tried to hide this sick self-defense mechanism the worse it got. Finally, after a lot of hard work she dealt with it, but her weight and curves stayed in place. She was still bigger.

On good days, the outlook and weight never bothered her, she was just doing her own things, not caring who thought what about her, but on the bad days – she didn’t even want to leave the house and show herself. On those days she watched comedies and sitcoms that would lift her spirits and help her regain some confidence. But not with men. Her sarcastic and a bit harsh attitude alongside with emotional unavailability was not helping either. There were countless times when she heard from her mother, grandmother, aunts and cousins that she should be sweeter, lighter, feminine ….. All those words made her laugh inside. To hell with those comments. She was not going to be the men pleaser, and if that meant being alone then so be it.

But now, the task to come was bringing back all her insecurities. Again. So instead of treating it like a cruel joke from the boss (since at first she believed it was assigned to her only to mock her) she started thinking about it more like a job. Involuntarily she created a fake account on the app and started her work. Maybe this would turn out to be a good social experiment.

***

“Hey Tim, can I have a minute of your time….” Y/N asked noticing the middle Wayne seated on the couch with some newspaper in his hands “what are you reading…..? Oh, shit……” she hissed realizing the article Tim was so engaged in.

“Y/N?” the boy raised head and his eyes landed straight on her face “You did work for this magazine in the past, right?”

“I…. um…. Yes” there was no point in lying. Knowing Tim, he already got everything figured out.

“And you had one very particular nick you used for your articles, right?”

“Yeah, I…..”

“I am sorry.” Tim put the paper down and stood up to hug his friend. Y/N just stood frozen for a second not sure what to do, but after a few seconds reciprocated his embrace “you did not deserve any of it.”

“It’s in the past, Tim. I haven’t really thought about it in a long time.”

“Still. You did not ….”

“Mhm, you said it” she cut him off “and thank you for that. But what interests me the most here is how the hell did you find this outdated magazine?”

“I…..” Tim hesitated and scratched his head

“Oh, you were spying on me.” She smirked

“That’s not the word I would use, but…. Look, you have been sad lately and Steph suggested….”

“So she was involved in this as well, great. I guess I should have known it from the beginning.”

“Don’t be mad at me, Y/N.”

“I am not.” she assured “I just need you to keep it to yourself, all right? Can’t risk your brothers finding it and…..”

“Finding what?” Dick peeked through an open door with a shit eating grin on his face

“NOTHING!”

“Oh you two are hiding something.” He muttered coming closer to the sofa. Predicting his next moves, Y/N quickly reached for the magazine, grabbed it and started running the other way but before she was able to escape Jason stood in her way and she ended up crashing into his chest.

“Auch!” she yelled, the paper falling from her hands, while Jason’s arm grabbed her securing her before hitting the ground. Too close, too damn close.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked, eyes switching between Tim, who just shrugged, Dick who quickly throw himself to gather the magazine and Y/N who wriggled out of his embrace, being the first to grab the paper.

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be like that. Show me what is it.” Dick hissed, while Y/N hid behind Jay using him as a shield. “Don’t be a kid.”

“I am not the only one who’s acting like one! This is mine!”

“And yet, you let Tim read it!”

“In her defense, she didn’t know about it.” Tim chimed in

“Irrelevant. If Tim knows, we all knows.”

“Is that how it works now?”

“Pretty sure it was always like that.”

“I wonder why the hell do I even came here in the first place” Jason sighed and without any effort grabbed Y/N from behind, snatching that damn paper off her hands. “And you claim I am the crazy one here.”

“Give it back!” she struggled against his arms, but he did not let go. Just one of them was enough to keep her in place.

“What even is it? 10 dates that went wrong? Wait, did you write it?”

“Please…..” she whispered “please, give it back to me…..” her eyes were so pleading that it almost, almost got Jason wavering. He wondered why. Y/N just seemed to have strange effect on him and he wasn’t sure whether he liked it or not.

“I…..”

“Hey, Y/N. Relax. It’s just some funny article of yours, right. Nothing to be ashamed of. Or worried. Or…..” Dick opened the article, clearly ready to read it out loud “Y/N? Are you all right?” she was sobbing now and that was an unexpected view.

“You know what. I’m done fighting with you. Read ahead, but it’s not a funny little article.”

“Y/n….” Jason looked at her carefully. He recognized that look in her eyes. It was the same as he had when after coming back from the dead and dealing with all the shit in Gotham he still felt not wanted. Like a piece of trash. Clearly, just the title from the past brought some bad memories in her.

“I’ll be fine.” she took a step back “like I said, read ahead. Just…. not with me here” turning on her heels she rushed out of the living room.

“Tim?” Dick glanced at his younger brother.

“I’ll check on her. And just a word of advice to you two – prepare for some additional trauma after this.”

***

Date number 1 – he showed up late using some lame excuses about having an important job and being a really big fish. For the whole night he was talking about himself, not asking a single thing about me. After an hour of his monologue I excused myself into the bathroom to catch a breath and when I came back found him flirting with the sexy looking girl on the other table. “What, can’t blame me for being attracted to a good looking girl, for a change.

Date number 3 – he seemed like a nice guy. Came right on time, focused on me (perhaps a bit too much, not caring about personal distance), saying that he enjoyed my company. He paid for the meal. But when I started thinking that maybe, maybe he was a good one, the situation turned around. Despite my clear “no”, his hands were all over me, definitely in the places they should not. “come on, honey, you know no one else would want you. You’re just not the kind of girl to be desirable.” I used my pepper spray on him and got away, chased by his yells that I was a bitch

Date number 5 – “You should have posted your profile picture on the side. I wouldn’t have to waste my time if I knew you looked like this”

Date number 8 – “I believe man are far superior to woman. We are just stronger, tougher, smarter. Oh, and you probably did not know this, but color red is believed to be attracting to you, girls. I had plenty of woman falling to my knees just because I was wearing it.”

“Jason?” despite the seriousness dripping from the article Dick could not help a laugh

“What? That’s not why I chose to be Red Hood and you know it!”

“Maybe that is why you are just staring at me with those dumb, pretty eyes without a single word.” I was staring, but definitely not because I was enamored by his behavior.

Date number 10 –Honestly, I was planning to skip it, but much to my surprise my date found me. “You must be Y/N” he smiled approaching the table “I knew it from the second I saw you sitting here all alone.”

“Did you?” I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, sipping on my drink.

“Mhm. You are smart girl. And those are rarely wanted. If you were pretty however….”

Ok, that was the end of that joke of a date.

So, to sum it all up, I am pretty sure finding yourself a good partner is a challenge I was not able to tackle. But if you follow all the rules and guidance we prepare for you in our magazine your chances for meeting your price charming are rising significantly. Go check our tips for weight loss and new trends in make up for the spring……

Dick voice broke at the ending, not capable of finishing.

“Poor Y/n” he sighed “she’s been though a lot.”

“She shouldn’t have searched on the Internet. “ Jason scoffed but clenched his fists. “She should have known better.”

“It was for a job.” Dick pointed out “she would never come up with something like this on her own and you know it.”

“How much time ago was it written?”

“Three years ago, why….? Jason! Jason! what the hell are you planning on doing?!”

“Making it right.” The younger brother muttered walking out of the room, grabbing his helmet on the way.

“Don’t you dare! Jason!” now Dick really felt like it was his responsibility to make sure his brother won't do anything stupid.

to be continued

@pinksirensong

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year

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Ikemen Villain - Premium

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes.

TW: This chapter contains/mentions violence and death. Please read on with caution.

I followed Alfons and stepped into the dark, dusty room.

(Is Elbert here?)

A figure emerged from the darkness, dimly lit by the twilight.

His golden hair was dazzling even in the darkness, and I knew at first glance that it was him.

Kate: "Elbert?"

Elbert: "Kate?"

Kate: "What on earth are you doing here?"

I was about to walk up to him when I noticed a figure at his feet and gasped.

The person crawling with his head in his hands was...

Kate: "Graham?"

He was wobbling and shaking, not even paying attention to Alfons or me.

Alfons: "This is Elbert's power. Once he stepped on a shadow, it'd bring back the person's saddest memory."

Alfons: "And the more painful the experience, the more effective it is."

Elbert: "..........."

Elbert looked at Graham sadly.

Alfons, on the other hand, was smiling and dropped what looked like a pill into the glass in his hand.

Alfons: "You must be exhausted and in a lot of pain. Here, drink this, and you'll feel better."

Graham picked it up with empty eyes and drank it down.

Graham: "Ugh...ahh..."

Groaning in pain, Graham clutched his chest and fell to the ground.

Kate: "D-Don't tell me..."

As Graham remained motionless, a bad feeling ran through my entire body.

Alfons: "Yes, that's right."

Alfons: "I don't really like the idea of killing him, but it's what Her Majesty has ordered."

Graham's eyes were wide open, and bright red blood trickled down his pale lips.

I was speechless, seeing the reality of evil conquering evil, but something warm suddenly blocked my eyes.

Elbert: "No need to look any further."

Kate: "Elbert..."

When I realized it was his palm, I knew why he locked me inside the room.

(Elbert was trying to keep me away from their sins and to keep me from getting my heart broken.)

Elbert: "Let's get out of here."

Unable to shake off my fear, Elbert took me out into the garden as I wobbled around.

Elbert: "I'm sorry. I didn't intend for you to see that."

Elbert: "You probably know by now that I'm here today on a mission to assassinate him."

Kate: "I knew it."

Graham apparently had been repeatedly assaulting women together with his friends.

He was using money to bribe the police as he verbally intimidated the victims, so they had no choice but to keep their mouths shut.

They also found out that several of them had died as a result of their injuries, and that was the deciding factor in this mission.

Kate: "Why did he do those terrible things?"

Elbert: "They say it's revenge."

Elbert: "He was abused as a child by his mother, and after she died, he got himself involved with an uncouth aristocrat."

Elbert: "There he got a taste for revenge, venting his pent-up anger on noblewomen."

(You can't just hurt someone because you're suffering, but...)

A child who should’ve been protected was hurt and met this end because of his trauma.

(It’s unfortunate that no one saved him before he committed those crimes.)

The root of his sin was probably an unfulfilled emptiness.

(I wonder if this is how Elbert felt as he sadly stared at him.)

Kate: “You’ve been trying to protect me all day, to keep me from becoming Graham’s target, and to keep me from seeing what I saw.”

Kate: “I’m sorry I left on my own.”

Elbert: “You don’t owe me an apology.”

Elbert: “If you know, you’ll be forced to bear some of the guilt, so I figured it’s better if you didn’t know.”

His face was even paler than ever.

(It’s as if he’s about to die from a poison.)

(He is amazingly unsuited for this kind of sin.)

(I wonder if he really wants to be in the crown.)

I couldn’t help but gently hold his hand as my heart throbbed painfully.

Elbert: “Kate?”

Kate: “I’m glad to know.”

Elbert: “Glad?”

Kate: “Because if I didn’t know your sins, I wouldn’t notice your kindness.”

(Even though he looked sad, he never said anything to me.)

(The crimes Graham committed, the fact that he and Alfons killed Graham...)

(He did everything he could to keep me away from all of it.)

Kate: "It's much better than ending the day looking at your sad profile without knowing anything about it."

I smiled, trying to hold back the pain in my chest, hoping to relieve my sadness, even if only a little.

Elbert: "............"

Elbert blinked and touched my cheek with his other hand for a moment.

Elbert: "You still smile even when you're hurting."

(You too.)

His fragile, snow-like smile made my heart clench in my chest.

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the light chirping of a parakeet.

When I looked over, I saw it flapping its wings adorably.

Kate: “Somehow, I feel like I understand now how the person who put that parakeet on display felt.”

(Even though I feel so down, feeling this creature’s breath soothes my soul.)

Elbert: “Yeah. I don’t really get you.”

Elbert: “I don’t get you, but I feel more dazzled by you now than before.”

Kate: “Me...?”

Returning my gaze from the parakeet, I gulped when I saw Elbert staring at me.

Kate: “U-Um, Elbert?”

Elbert: “What?”

He tightly squeezed my hand.

(----?)

A shiver ran down my spine as a weird feeling of anxiety hit me.

(He was acting somewhat differently from a moment ago.)

The sad look in his deep ocean-colored eyes disappeared, and he was now looking at me with the same obsessive look he had given the parakeet earlier.

Kate: “I-It looks dazzling. Wait, what do you mean?”

Elbert: “It exactly means what it says, Kate.”

His sea-colored eyes slowly approached me, almost as if he wanted to drag me down to the depths of the ocean.

Elbert: “What would it take for me to get a human being?”

Part 1╏Part 2╏Premium End╏Epilogue

#ikemen villains #ikemen villain #ikevil elbert #ikevil alfons #ikevil #elbert greetia #alfons sylvatica #ikevil jp #cybird #ikevil translations

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suburbananarch · 1 month

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A feeling in the force

Kanan didn’t need the force to feel something off about Hera lately.She wouldn’t say anything about it but she didn’t need too…she felt so tired? Empty? Like he could taste the bitter tears coming off her though it wasn’t visible on her face.Finally He couldn’t talk it any longer.He didn’t want to push her but it felt like the unshed tears where stinging him.So as she was heading to the cockpit ladder.He took her arm.

“Hera spill what’s going on.” Hera wasn’t the pity type so he needed a different approach.

“Nothing.” She responded.

“Thats a load of bantha fodder and we both know it.”

“Oh really how could you tell? Is it Jedi powers?” She replied more as a challenge.

“I don’t need the force to tell something is wrong now please talk to me.”

“Nothing…” she said with a pause this time

Im not going to get anything from her am I?He thought to himself.

“Nothing, except for the fact that we still haven’t found a base! lothal is still under siege and I just got word from fulcrum that ry-!” Her tone was rising as she spoke ending her rant with a growl as soon as she said ry- cutting herself off.He has never really heard her mention anything about her her home or her past if that was even relevant.

“This galaxy has gone to the wolves.Im going to bed.”she was about to head up the cockpit ladder when Kanan gently took her arm and rubbed his thumb over it.

“That never stopped you before, it never stopped us before.”

“Kanan thats sweet but not now I-“ and suddenly she was transported back to ryloth.Her father Cham had gotten badly injured in a battle, so much so that they weren’t sure if he would recover.Hera couldn’t even bear to visit him in the medwing, that is until Elani said those magical words. “Nothing can stop us Hera nothing , and you shouldn’t let anything keep you from your family.Your father needs you right now.” And suddenly she was little Hera again.Little Hera who was afraid.Who missed her loving mother and father and her eyes starting to mist and as she broke into a sob and fell into her jedi’s arms.

“Shh.” He rubbed her back softly.

“Today w-was the anniversary of my moms death!It was the day everything went wrong! And my father.I keep getting news of Ryloth! My people are enslaved and the war takes more and more from us! And Im watching my father spiral and I can’t go back-I don’t want to but ugh!” She shouts with angry tears,she starts tugging at her montrails.Kanan squeezes her tighter.

“Hera I don’t know what to say.” He rubs her back again quietly.

“This was the one day where we could patch things up.The anniversary of her death.We argued but we came together and thats all gone.I miss my mother.I miss my father.” Her Twi’lek accent was peaking.

“Hera we will get through this.” He responded now with a smile.

“Sometimes Im not so sure.” She responds with a grim chuckle.

“You taught me the power hope when I forgot it.When I was trapped in the drunk darkness, and because I feel it.

“In the force?” Hera asked.

“In you.” He said kissing her forehead gently.

Thank you guys so much for the support it gave me so much motivation to continue writing and slowly I will reveal more of the backstory.🥰.Don’t worry my OC backstory is plenty tragic and if anyone hasn’t seen it yet check it out in still tweaking it and looking for feedback.I decided to do something a little but different since Kanera is the current winner and I lack patience. (There is some Rebel Captain art in the works.) anyway I wrote this myself and I hope you like it.

#kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #jacen syndulla #star wars rebels #caleb dume #kanera #kanan x hera #sad thoughts #bittersweet #writers on tumblr #The life of a star wars fan #I enjoy the taste of tears #cue my evil laughter #cue my regretful sobs #my poor babies #whyyyy #but was it well written though?

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hanasnx · 2 years

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paradise!anakin headcanons

minors dni 18+

character(s): anakin skywalker

warnings: lowkey dilf anakin, mention of exhibitionism, female anatomy, mention of smut at the end, anakin acting like a lil scoundrel so he gets u to get mad at him

ugh just the thought of paradise!anakin…

(i can already see the “he doesn’t like sand!” thoughts surfacing in ur head but let’s just put that aside for now. as someone who also hates sand, i find it tolerable on rare occasion)

☥ he would spend one day on his meditative leave actually meditating. but when the memories of you and your sweet sounds echo in his head, the distraction drives him to ask you to come away with him

whisking you away to the outskirts of the galaxy where no one recognizes the two of you

☥ which means he gives himself permission to act on his impulses

holding hands, leading you with his hand around your waist or at the small of your back

kisses on your neck in public so you’ll shy away from him and try to push him away

driving you places and when you open the door for yourself out of habit, he gets pouty bcos “let me open the door for you,”

☥ taking you to a beach (points if its a nudist beach or a beach well known for its accessible coves to escape to for promiscuous activities)

he wears a hawaiian print shirt. basically open except for a few buttons down at the bottom

the already short sleeves have been rolled up some more, so you get some more arm action. he’s got sunglasses he lowers past the bridge of his nose to look at you over them

☥ throwing you over his shoulder in your little bikini bcos he said he’s “keeping you”

tugging your bikini top to him so he can catch a glimpse of your tits. also so you hit him and scold him

slapping a hand on your ass and you push him off bcos “ani, not in front of people,”

“c’mon, they’re not lookin’”

“they are! they definitely are looking!“

“well then, let’s go rendezvous in the beachside restaurant bathroom,”

“don’t look at me like that, we’re staying here,”

☥ he’s just obsessed with the way you look in your swimsuit, nothing but a mess of strings he bought for you just for this occasion

feeling you up in when you lay out to sun tan next to him on a big towel

☥ picking you up effortlessly so he can wrap your legs around his waist. casually flexing his muscle for you. talking normally like nothing’s out of the ordinary

“oh, no! you’re slipping!” grabs both of your ass cheeks

☥ pulling you into him, “i’m gonna throw you in the water now,” picks you up and tosses you in while your protests fall on deaf ears

you breach the surface and blow the water from your lips. “anakin!”

he takes off his shoes, grinning as you’re yelling at him. you splash him and he jumps in after you, making you squeal from the wave he creates

he dips underwater so he can fix his hair out of his face coming up, and he looks for you while you sneak up behind him. hands on his shoulders as you jump up and push him down, dunking him

he resurfaces, mouth falling open in feigned disbelief. “oh, you wanna play it like that, huh?”

“no! no!” you’re giggling, trying to swim away but he grabs your ankle, dragging you back to him by his hands crawling up your leg

“you wanna play it like that?”

“no, ani! truce! truce!”

you’re squealing as he stoops, hoisting your middle onto his shoulder and leaping up, throwing you back into the water. you breach, playfully angry

“oh, i’m gonna kill you” you splash him with water

“get over here,” he orders, his powerful strokes cutting through the water to get to you and bring you to him. you try to fight him off but his big hands on you are arresting you in place. squeezes your ass hard cos he can’t help how cute you are during this, locks of your hair stuck to your face, one across the bridge of your nose

“hey!” you hit his chest and he laughs

“why else would you wear a pretty little outfit like this if you didn’t want me to grope you?”

his leg stuck in between your thighs

“you’re a real bully, you know that?”

☥ finding a little private area of the beach. suddenly he’s underneath you, making you bounce on his cock. instinctively you cover your bare chest with your arms, and he moves them apart, “let everybody see, baby, let them know what they’re missing. i want them to know,” regardless if people are around or not bcos let’s be honest anakin lowkey is an exhibitionist

#dilf!anakin #paradise!anakin #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker headcanons #anakin skywalker x fem!reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin

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dianethepisceswitch · 2 months

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🧞‍♂️I watched Aladdin🧞‍♂️

Please read this post to gain needed context. Thanks.

**Spoilers for Aladdin (obviously) and Twisted Wonderland (Book 4 and Yasmina Silk Event)**

TW: Negative portrayal of Arabic people, general ickiness

Tropes Completed: 1, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, 13

🐅The Good🐅

Every. Song. Fucking. Slaps. The only exception to this is "Arabian Nights", which is just because Bruce Adler's singing voice didn't match the song. But Will Smith's version from Aladdin 2019 is perfect.

Gorgeous animation except with the CG in the Cave of Wonders. That's the only scene that dates the movie

Every character is flawless. I especially loved the Sultan, when I wasn't really expecting to. Even though he's forcing Jasmine to get married, you can tell that he truly wants what's best for his daughter.

Robin Williams as the genie and Gilbert Gottfried as Iago was perfect casting.

I. Love. Jasmine's. Voice. She sounds so cute while also sounding strong, powerful, and sensual at times.

I WANT RAJAH. He's so fucking cute.

Watching Aladdin after playing Book 4 is an enhanced experience. I didn't think I could appreciate Jamil anymore than I already did. But thing change I guess, because HOLY FUCK. I love Jamil 10x more than I already did after seeing his inspiration. Jafar is so evil and mischievous, I love it.

A Whole New World needs to be seen to be believed. Go watch it right now, if you haven't. I will take no slander.

I love Aladdin and Jasmine had opposite drives, but are kind of the same in a way. Jasmine made her life worse by running away so she could follow her heart. Aladdin made his life better by lying so he could follow his heart.

Ugh, I love the apple symbolism.

🐍The Bad🐍

I'm not really a movie person, but I feel like it took a long time for the movie to really get started. It felt like it took 30 minutes for Jasmine to start running away, and another 30 minutes for Jasmine to get caught. I know it didn't take this long, but that's how if felt.

Abu was really annoying after the first few times he was on screen.

The law that Jasmine has to be married by her 16th birthday was both unnecessary and gross. That combined with the fact that Jafar ends up trying to marry her and people keep pointing out how old he is. The cherry on top of this disgusting sundae is the kiss towards to end. Like, no? That did NOT need to happen. Him calling her "pussycat" before that was so fucking rancid, it literally made my eyes water and I gagged.

🐪The Bad- A Racist Background🐪

The song, "Arabian Nights", originally contained the lyrics:

Where they cut off your ear If they don't like your face It's barbaric, but hey, it's home

This paints Arabic people as barbaric and violent people. After large criticism from Arabian Americans due to the racist lyrics, Disney agreed to change the lyrics. This was largely due to a meeting with the American-Arab Anti-Discrimination Committee back in 1993, a year after the films release.

🌺Twisted Wonderland References🌺

In the Yasmina Silk event, the owner of the silky melon stall owner mentions that Jamil stole one while in middle school. This refers to the scene where Aladdin and Abu work together to steal a melon from a stand.

The Golden Scarab on Jamil's Dorm Uniform card mirrors the Scarab in the movie

During "One Jump Ahead", Aladdin and Abu attempt to hide with pots on their heads, which is something Jamil used to do when he would get in trouble.

"...Give me adequate cause. To send him packing on a one-way trip. ..Whoopeeeeeeeee! So looooooooooooong! Ex-Priiiiiiiince Aaaaaaaallllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"(Aladdin) "Your personality flaws give me ADEQUATE cause... To send you packing on a one-way trip to the ends of the earth! WHOOPEEEEE! SO LONG! MWA HA HA HA HA! Ex-Housewarden Kalim! HYAAAH HA HA HA HA HA!"(Book 4)

The peddler in the beginning is a shady figure who attempts to sell the viewer useless objects that are marketed as valuables, which is something that the various merchants in Silk City attempt to do to Jamil's classmates.

The flower in Jamil's hair on his Yasmina Silk card looks identical to the flower Aladdin gives jasmine during "A Whole New World".

🐒Additional Notes🐒

Aladdin has earned two direct-to-DVD sequels, The Return of Jafar(1994), and Aladdin and the King of Thieves(1996). Aladdin has also had a live action adaptation in 2019.

While not created by Disney, Twisted: The Untold Story of A Royal Vizier, is a parody musical based around Aladdin.

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royalrebelpropaganda · 1 year

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hi, hello, calling all ever after high fans! fun fact!

the Fandom wiki SUCKS.

I've known this for a while, and talking to people in the discord makes it more obvious. the Fandom wiki is unmoderated, unprofessionally written, chronically undercited, and often contains just completely incorrect information. if you want examples, I will be including SEVERAL under the cut!

essentially, I have been building my own wiki with several people from the server, but it is taking a LONG time to get up and running. is this something that you guys would be interested in helping me with?? most of the character links and pages are currently defunct, but I'm working on uploading and transcribing all of the diaries at the moment (because I really really don't want to steal anything from the Fandom wiki. this is our own project, so we have to find our own sources, links, and information.)

just looking for feedback !!! please reblog with tags or comments if you would like to work on this project. keep in mind it will HAVE to be source-based, so it's going to be a lot of reading and searching for information from various sources, not just the show.

thank you!! the "keep reading" below will be for EGREGIOUS examples of wiki running because this really is one of the worst wikis I've ever seen:

Hunter Huntsman's diary

this is MADE UP. the last line of this DOESN'T EXIST. it ends at "My life... a fairytale come true." the rest of this is someone writing fanfiction and putting it in the official wiki.

Braeburn

there's so many problems here I don't even know where to start. actually I do.

ONE: her name is Braebyrn. not Braeburn. this wiki doesn't mention it, but her name is NEVER MENTIONED in the show or in the junior novelization; it's on the official ever after high instagram, it's on the apple white dragon games doll box, and it's in the mobile app game that was released in accompaniment with the show. that's important information that the wiki didn't think mattered, and they misspelled her name!!!!

TWO: "braeburn appears to be able to control lightning" if anyone did ANY RESEARCH they would know that's not "appears to be," that IS her power. on the box that braebyrn the doll model comes in, it explicitly mentions that her dragon magic is "lightning bolt," so that's not an assumption. however, this fact is never mentioned on the page! because the wiki is non-comprehensive despite pretending that it is.

THREE: "Brushfire's sister" she's. she's all of the baby dragon's sisters. why is this one specifically mentioned. that's just a weird choice. plus it's written as "Brushfires" which is a typo that has not been corrected.

FOUR: "Her name is a nod to Braeburn apples." you have to say "seems to be." unlike the lightning, this one is an ASSUMPTION. if it isn't an assumption, if there was an interview where someone from mattel was talking about it, you have to link it!! it doesn't matter that it's a very obvious pun, wikis are built on FACT. UGH.

Category:Dragons

I have searched far and wide, and as far as I can tell, these are straight up made up. I can't find any sources, and if I look up something like "felecity ever after high" the ONLY links that show up related to the dragons are for the Fandom wiki. there are no sources, no citations. I personally am inclined to believe these are made up names that are stated as fact.

Characters/pets

ONE: NOT her pet pig. it's a pig that she brought to a party because they asked her to bring ham or something to the party and she didn't understand they wanted the pig not alive. I'm pretty sure it hopped out of her hat. it's never mentioned again.

TWO: the storyboard of legends. I. I don't even have anything to say.

there's so many more guys but I'm getting tired. go find some yourself, the wiki is riddled with them, these were just the ones I could remember off the top of my head.

#ever after high #eah #fandom wiki #wikia

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ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ… ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ.

Harry James Potter x OC

Marauders alive. Wolfstar.

Masterlist.

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When her eyes opened, all Love could see was bricked ceiling, she focus on a single brick, it bother her, it was the only brick crocked, and tilted, messing up the symmetrical formation of the ceiling. Her focus then was snatched by the dull throb in her head and face, it wasn't exactly painful, but it was bothersome, like a nagging itch she couldn't reach. And who the hell was talking?

"For Rowena's sake, put those potions away."

"Uhm No? I'm trying to figure out which one I can throw at Potter without going to Azkaban."

"Say it louder, why don't you? His sodding uncle is somewhere in the room chatting with Madam Pomfrey, Padma. And not to mention, his father's an Auror for the Ministry, your arse would be in jail before you even throw the potion at his son, who is one of the most famous people in bloody Britain, mind you."

"Worth a shot... Hey Emma, if I ever get arrested would you speak for me at the Wizengamot?"

"No."

"...Rude, I would do it for you, twat."

"Y'know how I feel about the Ministry and Aurors. They are a corrupt organization that–"

"Only seek power for themselves and never let the public know what is going on unless it benefits them."

"Well, they are, I mean look at the Pettigrew situation, I bet my life that the Ministry kept it a secret until they realize they weren't getting anywhere near capturing Pettigrew again, that's bloody wrong, that murderer has been out and about for Merlin knows how long before they told us anything, risking our lives and for what?"

"Have you stopped and thought that perhaps they didn't want to tell us to keep the masses calm?"

"That's the thing, Padma, the Ministry can't just simply decide what it is going to do in secrecy and later on present it to the people, things can go wrong very quickly. And don't even let me get started on the people who run it, or are actively part of it..."

"Yeah, I'll give you that one. Some higher-ups need a full investigation, starting with Malfoy."

"Ugh, I can't believe they let someone like him be part of it–"

"Shut up, my head hurts." Love mumbled, her eyes closing as she feels her brain aching, she reckons is because of the discussion her friends were having about politics, of all things.

"Love!!" Both her friends exclaimed, jolting up from wherever they were and coming next to her, each on either side of her.

"Rowena Love, you gave us a right scare," Padma said, looking down at her a frown on her face, her mouth stretched on a small grin.

Love looks between her friends, slowly trying to seat up "Sorry?"

"A sorry doesn't cut it, it was irritating," Emma huffs, pursing his lips in indignation, but the crease on her eyebrows was giving away how actually worried he was for her. "And stop moving so much, wait for Madam Pomfrey before something else happens to you because you were careless."

"Oh relax Emma, it's not like it's her fault she's here," Padma says, rolling her eyes at the boy in front of her.

Love blinks, a frown making its way to her face as she tries to recall how she manages to get- which she guesses now- the Hospital Wing yet coming up with no answer, last she remembers was sitting on the fountain with Emma and Padma and then... Harry Potter walked up to her, didn't he? He gave her something...?

"What happened?" Love asks, ignoring Emma's protest as she seats up and leans against the bedframe.

Before either could answer Madam Pomfrey came out of her office with Professor Lupin in tow, both coming up to her.

"Ah, Miss Emerson, glad you're awake," Said the old healer when she realize Love was moving again. Padma and Emmanuel move out of her way as she approaches the bed and began to examine her nose, and when she was satisfied her head. "Anything hurts? Nausea?"

"I just have a slight headache, that's all," Love told her giving her a lip-tight smile.

"Does she has a concussion?" Emma asks sheepishly looking between Love and Madam Pomfrey.

"I believe she does." Madam Pormfrey nods, leaning back. "You receive quite the hit, Miss Emerson, but thankfully it was nothing serious, I believe a Pepperup Potion would do the trick with that headache,"

With a flick of her wand, Madam Pomfrey summons the vial of potion and hands it to her. "Drink this wait a few minutes and then you are free to go, however, if at any point you feel nausea or get another headache come right away, is that clear?"

"Crystal, thank you, Madam Pomfrey." Love sends her a grateful smile.

The old healer left without a moment to spare, leaving four people behind, making Love aware of the presence of the fourth member of the small group, Professor Lupin who was giving Love a sympathetic smile as she drank the potion.

"How are you feeling, Miss Emerson?" He asks.

Love sends him a smile, trying to ignore the faint flutter in her stomach for having the attention of the handsome professor and the embarrassment of having steam blowing out of her ears as that happens. "Fine... just a little confused about what happened?"

Professor Lupin's smile turns into a subtle grimace, "Right, about that..."

"Long story short, the boy who lived knocked you out," Padma spoke, interrupting the professor and making Love snap her head in her direction.

Love blinks, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Yep, out cold but that was after he broke your nose." Padma let out a chuckle.

"For Rowena's– Padma!" Emma scolded the girl, a disapproving frown on his face.

Padma rolls her eyes, yet the smile was still present. "Did he not?"

"Yes but have more tact about it, stop laughing."

"Wait wait," Love waves her hands, looking confused, "How did all that happen?"

Emma purses his lips, tilting his head "Well, actually I'm quite confused myself..."

"It all happened so fast, Love, you wouldn't believe it," Padma snickers for a moment too long making Emmanuel push her arm with a pointed look. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry but you've to admit it was pretty funny."

Emma stares at Padma for a second before looking away, a grin forming on his face before his shoulders began to shake with a silent laugh, making Padma snort once again all the while Love and Professor Remus watch them burst into laughter. Love was dumbfounded that her friends were laughing at her or her expanse yet not surprised, she glance at Lupin who had a hand over his mouth, shaking his head, he looked amused? Or maybe he was cringing? One of the two, Love couldn't decide.

"Sure, yeah I know my pain amuses you, but when you lot stop laughing at me can you please answer my bloody question?" Love huffs, crossing her arms.

"Oh, Love we are not laughing at you," Padma said, ceasing her laugh.

"You're not?"

"No, we are uh– " Emmanuel rolls his eyes, he glances at the professor before stopping his laugh altogether.

"Potter, we are laughing about Potter." Padma turns to the professor, who has now his arms crossed, letting his arms look toned under his shirt. Christ all mighty, isn't he so handsome? "Sorry, but it was funny, sir."

Lupin waves a hand dismissively, a small grin on his scarred handsome face. "No, no I can... I understand," He turned his chocolate eyes towards her which shinned with sincerity. "However, I do hope you know it was an accident, Love. Harry would never do that on purpose."

"I know..." Love trails off, "I mean, I don't know him but he doesn't seem like the type to knock someone out for a laugh, but none of you has answered my question as to how did that happen?" She looks between them in expectation.

"More like what didn't happen," Emmanuel mumbled sharing a look with Padma.

That afternoon Love came to find out that conversing with the famous Harry Potter could lead to possible injuries, for not even a five-minute conversation of him fundamentally giving her beloved journal back led her to a visit to the hospital wing. Love, despite it all, not only thought it was funny but she felt thankful for the boy, If it hadn't been for him, who knows when she would have found the journal, maybe she wouldn't have been able to, so, she decided then that she should thank him for giving her her journal back the next time she sees him.

Easier said than done...

The next day, Love woke up good as new, with no headache, no dull pain, no nothing, all thanks to Madam Pomfrey and her abilities, not that Love ever her skills. She almost forgot it happen if it weren't for the people asking about it.

"Is it true?" Cho Chang asks, sitting next to Love at the Ravenclaw table.

It was the next morning, Emmanuel, Love and Padam were sitting at their table in the Great Hall when Cho came up to her like a few people had done already and asked her about the incident.

"Yes," Love mumbled as she drink her pumpkin juice. "But I'm fine."

"That's good. Y'know, I barely believed Marie told me that you got knocked out, and by Harry Potter no less." The older Ravenclaw said, helping herself a serving of eggs.

Love hums, and shrugs. "Yeah, well, as much as I appreciate the headache, I know It was an accident,"

"I sure hope it was, it sounded horrid, that did," Cho said, nudging Love slightly.

"What did Marietta tell you about how it happened?" Padma asks, entering their conversation smoothly.

Cho turns to her, "That Harry came up to her, headbutt her and then pushed her into the fountain where you apparently cut your skull open," She sends Love's head a look, "But I know she has the tendency to exaggerate, so I know it wasn't that bad."

"It wasn't," Love deadpanned, "This is how rumours start, the next thing you know I've been cursed to death."

Padma chuckles, shaking her head in amusement. "But In a way, Potter did all that, though."

"Stop it," Love sighed sending her friend a look, her eyes subconsciously travelling to the red and golden table, searching for the boy with untidy black hair, yet no matter how much she look for him, he wasn't there. She must have missed him or perhaps he already left.

"Let's chat about something else," Love interrupted Padma mid-explanation about how she felt in the fountain.

Padma scoffs, leaning back to look at Love. "Like what? There's nothing as interesting as your concussion right now."

Cho giggles at the glare Love sends Padma, she reaches out and wraps an arm around Love soothing her. "What would you like to chat about, my mucker?"

"Dunno," Love shrugs, nursing the last of her cereal as a random thought pops up. "When does Quidditch season starts?"

"Two weeks into November," Emmanuel answered glancing quickly at the girls, the first time he spoke since Cho joined them.

"Bloody hell, it's just around the corner." Cho sighs, rubbing her forehead. "No wonder why Davis is forcing us to wake up at dawn."

Cho was also part of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, she plays as the seeker, and is pretty skilled too.

Padma scoffs, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "No, it's not, Davis is just being dramatic, we play on the second game, and there's plenty of time to practice."

"Better be well prepared, and we have it easy compared to some teams, " Said Cho, sending a look at the Slytherin table. "I heard Flint is making his team practice on our to end with no breaks and don't even get me started on Woods..."

Padma and Cho then began to discuss their team's practice management, Emma piped up a few times and Love had little interest in that so she stayed quiet for the most part, she was just glad she managed to change the subject successfully. Love took another glance at the Gryffindor table to no avail, Harry Potter wasn't there, however, his friend, Ron Weasley, she believes his name is, was eating away a pile of sausages and Hermione, who was pocketing a pastry into her satchel.

Odd, maybe she can catch Harry some other time.

Soon enough the bell rang and Love, Padma and Emmanuel were making their way to their first class of the day, charms, dodging running students and those who didn't watch where they were walking. Once in class, as Love was making her way to her usual seat, Professor Flitwick's high pitch voice called for her. Turning, Love made her way to his desk where he was standing on a couple of books to see her.

"Hello, Sir." Love greeted, sending the head of her house a smile.

Flitwick returns the smile. "Miss Emerson, I heard you were sent to the Hospital Wing yesterday, is everything well now?"

Love purses her lips, a bit annoyed that even the professors knew about what happened because as much as she found it slightly amusing at first it was beginning to get a bit embarrassing, the thought that maybe a good quarter of Hogwarts population saw her like that and most of them were whispering about it was distressing.

"Just a little bump in the head sir, nothing Madam Pomfrey couldn't fix." Love answered, trying her best to look as unaffected as possible.

"Good good." Said Flitwick, nodding his head in satisfaction. "I was concerned when I heard you were unconscious,"

Love's smile became sincere, she was touched by her professor's concern. "It's all well now, sir."

"And I am glad that is. Now, you tell me if you feel faint or anything, understand?" Flitwick told her, giving her a pointed look with warm eyes.

"Of course, thank you, sir," Love told him, she went to turn but he called her again.

Flitwick wave his wand, although it was more like a quick twitch and cupcake settle in front of Love, dancing in her direction. He nudge the pastry with his head but he didn't say anything just smiled at her. Love mirrored his smile taking the dancing cake, "Thank you, sir."

She then went to the seat next to Emmanuel, who already had all his books, quills and ink out. He send her a look when she slid down on her seat.

"Professor Flitwick gave you a cupcake?"

Love beams and nods as she places the pastry on the table to get her books out.

"For what?"

Before Love could answer, Padma piped in from Emma's other side, popping her head to look at Love. "What do you mean 'for what'? Obviously, because she got half beat up, genius."

"Really?" Emma huffs, crossing his arms. "A sympathy cupcake?"

"Pretty much," Love confirms, nodding her head.

Padma groans, pouting at the cupcake. "I wish I could get one,"

"Well, I can always hex you into oblivion, if you want." Love teases with a grin.

"Ha. Ha, very funny, but jokes on you, I win either way, because not only will you get detention but I'll get a cupcake" Padma told her, pushing the side of Emma to make his shoulder hit Love's.

"Oi, you sod." Emma huffs, fixing himself. "This dolt is right Love, instead of getting detention we should call Harry Potter, perchance he could do us a favour and knock this one out too."

Padma began to giggle, as well as Love. "That's awful."

"Come to think of it, he must be mortified," Padma told them, resting her elbows on the table. "He went from flirter to assailant, real quick."

"Flirter?" Love parroted confused.

Before she could ask Padma to elaborate, the class began and Love decided to forget about it and concentrate on the lesson. They were learning Carpe Retractum Spell, in other words, the seize and pull charm; a charm that produced a magical, retractable cord of light, that could be used to pull objects towards the caster, or, if the target was fixed in place, to pull the caster towards the target, according to her textbook.

The class was watching as Flitwick cast the charm, Carpe Retratum, on a pot of flowers, and the pot flew towards him for him to easily catch. Flitwick began to explain the charm and how it worked, when it was the best time to cast it and what it should be cast on before prompting his students, one by one to go in front of the class and cast the charm. Love was able to get the charm right, although it took a bit of force from her to make the pot fly steady towards her.

Soon, the class came to an end, but just before the Ravenclaws could leave their head of house asked for the Hogsmeade permission forms, which most students were more than eager to give away like Love and Emma but others, like Padma, who didn't have it with them at the moment were being told they can give it to him before Halloween day, which was in a few days.

"I know I sound like a broken record but I can't wait, I have the jitters and shit," Padma said as they were walking to their next class, Herbology.

Love nodded, chuckling with a smile stretching on her face. "Me neither, there are so many things I want to do, like go to Honeyducks..."

"Oh, my days, Honeyduck is not going to be ready for what's coming, I am going to raid that store."

"And the Shrieking Shack," Emmanuel added.

Padma made a sound from the back of her throat that sounded hesitant, "I'm not a fan of getting chased by malevolent spirits,"

"That's just a stupid rumour, Padma." Emma scoffs, turning towards her.

Padma shrugged, holding her hands up innocently. "I dunno that, but I'll rather not risk it. I don't play with that stuff."

"Oh, come on, Paddy, It can't be that bad, " Love nudges the girl with her shoulder, "Think about it if it really were evil spirits there do you think it students would visit it?"

"Because some people are pretty bloody stupid... but I'll do it if you do it." Padma sighs, defeated.

Love smiles, and intertwined her arm with hers and then with Emma's, who grunted but didn't move away. "It's going to be fun."

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Days later, Love found herself walking towards owlery with several letters in her hand, she wanted to send them to her family, one letter for her mum, one for her mami, one for Tara, one for Kiara and one for Ezra. It might seem excessive but Love since her first year has done it this way, and it stayed that way, in a way it cure her homesickness.

As she was making her way through the halls of the school, thinking to herself that maybe it was time to invest in a pet owl, (sure, Padma usually urges her to use hers, Akash, but Love always declines, one never knows when something urgent happens to her or Parvati and she needs to send her parents a letter) when Love thought she caught a glimpse of Harry Potter, making a halt on her steps to focus her sight, she tries to search for the messy hair among the people once again but fails to find it, she only founds a taller and older version of him, it was undoubtedly his father, James Potter, looking confused.

"Cabron." She mumbles under her breath before continuing to walk.

Love never thought in her years of life that she'll have so much trouble getting in close proximity to someone. Since that day of the accident, Harry Potter has been avoiding her like a plague, it was getting ridiculous, even in the classes they shared, like Defense Against the Dark Arts, he made sure to sit the farthest away from where she is and is the first out the door as soon as the bell rings, she even caught him turning around when she was walking on his direction yesterday and speed-walk away. It was truly absurd, anyone who didn't know better would think Love was the one who kayoed him.

However, she wasn't giving up, call her stubborn but it hasn't even been a week, besides, her mothers always thought her to say thank you when needed, and she felt like she needed to thank him. She'll give it another week, if he keeps dodging her then she'll just send him a letter through Hermione or something.

Climbing the dreaded steps of the west tower, Love finally arrived at the owlery, cursing herself for forgetting her robes when she entered the owlery, for the circular room was rather chilly due to the lack of glass on the plethora of windows on the tower. She quickly went to find a school owl, trying not to cringe when she accidentally stepped on the bone of a mouse and they crunch under her shoe, picking a grey barn owl with big black eyes. Love fed him some of the peanuts Padma gives Akash before giving it to the letters, muttering her home address.

Love pats the owl on the head as it nips the last of the peanuts. "Thank you,"

"Pretty owl," A voice suddenly said, making Love jolt out of her skin with a gasp. She snapped her head to the owner of the voice, startled and found a familiar Hufflepuff boy, it was Ernie Macmillan, the blonde was awkwardly standing near the exit, with his hands tucked in the trousers pockets.

"Bloody Rowena, you scare the living magic out of me," Love breaths out, holding a hand to her heart.

Ernie's round cheeks began to change colour, from pale to crimson, "I'm sorry, It wasn't my intention to startle you."

"It's fine," Love lets out a breathy chuckle, trying to get her heart to beat normally again, "You just caught me by surprise, that's all."

"Right," Ernie nodded, he bit his lips and stayed quiet making Love think he was done speaking, so she turned back to the owl as it soared out of the tower with the letters clutched on its peak.

"You have a pretty owl,"

Erinies words made her turn from the window to where he was still standing at the entrance, Love huffs a laugh, shaking her head. "That's one of the school's owls, I don't own any... though I probably should,"

"Oh, yes, well, it'll make your life easier, I supposed," Ernie said, walking into the cold owlery. "I mean, I wouldn't know really, I've never used the school's owl before, I do own an owl, a Long-eared owl,"

Love hums, she nodded in acknowledgement, "Nice... though, I can't say I know much about owls to know anything about them."

"My owl it's really impressive, she's one of the fastest birds there is, not to mention her hunting ability, truly, my owl is of the top three most elegant owls in Hogwarts." The boy proudly praises his owl, Love even notices a change in his chest, a puff that wasn't there before.

"Woah, your owl sounds cool, is she here?" Love asks, looking at the many owls on the walls.

Ernie's puff chest deflated a bit, he purses his lips. "Eh- not- not right now, I sent her away this morning."

"Oh," Love blinks, a bit confused. "Then... why are you here?"

Ernie glances at the owl-dropping covered floor, away from her as his cheeks turn crimson once again, "I, well, I saw you in the hallway and I wanted to speak with you,"

"Me? Why?" Love asks, frowning in confusion, wrapping her arms around herself as a gush of chilly air pass through the windows of the tower.

She's confused as to why he followed her all the way here, last she remembers she hasn't spoken to him in a few weeks, what did they talk about? Hell, she couldn't remember but it must have been important if he climb all those stairs to talk to her.

"I heard what happen, with Potter..." Ernie told her, switching his weight between his legs.

Love frowns deepened, is that what he needed to talk to me about? "Yeah... but I'm alright now."

"It must have been awful,"

"It was an accident," Love bit her lips. Ernie was shifting nervously on his feet, and it was making her anxious. "Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?"

Ernie shook his head fervently, turning redder than before "No, no, I just wanted to– to erm... are you going to Hogsmeade and would you like to go with me?"

Love felt the anxiety Ernie was subconsciously sending her skyrocket at the question that left his mouth. Suddenly, she remembers the talk she had with Hanna Abbot in transfiguration class weeks ago.

"I..." Love gulped down her anxiety, she hadn't thought about it, with everything that has happen it skipped her mind and now she has to make a quick decision, "I was planning on going with Padma and Emmanuel,"

"But you are always with them, if you tell them you're going on a date they'll understand, surely," Ernie persists, taking a few steps towards her yet keeping space between them.

Love bit her lips, glancing away. She liked Ernie, he was nice, she knows he was smart and cute, and all the interactions she has had with him were pleasant enough, still, she hardly knows him, which is why this is so surprising for her, and stressing at the same time. She didn't want him to feel rejected but she didn't want to accept his invitation either.

"Well, I- I supposed they could but–" Before she could finish her thought, Ernie took another step towards her, making her feel slightly trapped.

"Is that a yes?" He asks with a large smile stretching on his face.

Before Love realize it, her head was moving, in a short series of up and down. She was nodding, "Why not? It could be fun."

And it could be, right? She should give it a go.

"Great, that's excellent." Ernie's smile was large, and Love almost could see all his teeth, he took the last steps closer to her and grabbed her hand which compared to his, was frozen but Ernie didn't seem to notice. "We should meet at the entrance, that is where McGonagall is going to take us to the village."

"Sure, yeah... okie-dokie." Love chuckles awkwardly, now she was the one shifting on her feet.

Ernie nodded, letting go of her hand. "Grand!! Well, I'll see you then,"

"In a while crocodile," Love hold her thumbs up as he left the tower.

When she knew he was no longer in hearing distance, Love sighs loudly, closing her eyes, and running a hand over her face, "Why did I just say no?" She slaps her forehead repeatedly, "Why? Why? Why?" She then groans. "In a while crocodile? Thumbs up? For fucks sake what's wrong with me?"

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Harry Potter has a gift, and no, it's not his innate magic or his Quidditch skills, or even his talent with Wizarding chest which may not be as great as Ron's or his mother it was still respectable, no, none of that was his gift, nothing but his ability for things to always somehow go wrong for him, for bad things to happen.

It is a proven theory now, is it not?

First year, the year where he has supposed to make friends, get to know Hogwarts, and cause mischief because why not? Harry got caught up with the philosopher stone mess, almost got eaten, asphyxiate by plants, was attacked by giant pieces of chess and faced Voldemort for the first– or well, the second time in his life. Second year, once again he was supposed to make friends, focus on Quidditch and his studies, and cause some actual mischief, all that got thrown away the moment he talked to that sodding snake, and everyone thought he was the Slytherin heir, not to mention he yet again was closed to being eaten alive and face Voldemort for a third time, a younger version of him but still. Now, this year didn't start the best, not when the man who sold his parents to Voldemort escaped the unescapable prison, but nevertheless, Harry didn't let that stop him, he still wanted to have a peaceful year, go to Hogsmeade with the friends he managed to make, finally win the Quidditch cup, now that his uncle was here perhaps apply himself more when it comes to his studies, and if it all went well, ask Love Emerson on a date... but like aforementioned, he has a knack for things to never happen the way he wanted them to.

But how- in merlin's name- was it possible for things to go so flipping badly?

There he was, talking to his long-time crush, she was smiling at him, actually smiling at him, talking to him, laughing with him and then, before he knew it, Harry went and knocked her out. And if that's not the worst thing that could have happened, half of Hogwarts knew about it too, and they were whispering, which is something Harry was used to at this point of his life, however, this time was way worst. Those whispers were serving as a reminder of what he had done, not that he could ever forget about it, it's not every day you broke the girl you fancy nose or get her unconscious.

"Harry, mate can you lend me a quill?" Ron asks, looking down at his damaged quill. "I left my good one back in our room... Harry?"

Ron turn his head to the side, where his best friend was supposed to be sitting doing his charms essay, only to find an empty space making him frown.

"Oh honestly," Hermione mumbled as Harry came up from under the table, glancing about before seating on his former chair, ignoring Hermione's statement.

Ron looks at him perplexed, yet not surprised. "What in Godric's name are you doing?"

"I just thought I saw..." Harry didn't need to finish, both his friends knew who he was speaking about.

"Emerson?" Ron scoffs, shaking his head, "Mate, we already scour the library. She's not here."

They were sitting at a table near the back of the library, almost hidden but still present, per Harry's request. They were writing their charms essay about the Carpe Retractum Spell for their next class.

Hermione sighs, her eyes leaving the pages of the book to Harry. "You need to stop avoiding her, Harry."

"And say what?" It's been almost a week since the incident and all Harry has done is avoid her, because how is he supposed to face her now? "I doubt she wants me anywhere near her now, anyways."

"You can start with an apology, have you done that yet?" Hermione told him, sending him a look.

Harry groans, head falling on the table and shakes it. He couldn't face her. So much for a Gryffindor's bravery, huh?

"Reckon he's afraid next time he speaks with her he'll end up giving her a shinner," Ron mutters, sniffling a laugh.

"Ron!" Hermione scolds him while Harry hit his head on the table.

"Sorry Harry, but It was horrible but funny to watch," Ron said, chuckling softly.

Hermione rolled her eyes and turns to Harry, a sympathetic gaze in her eyes. "Harry, I really think you should talk to her, I am sure she knows it was an accident."

"Hermione, I can't—"

"Yes, you can." Hermione interrupted Harry, "Just go up to her and apologize, simple as that,"

Harry scoffs a humourless laugh, lifting his head to look at her. "Last time I went up to her she ended up in the Hospital Wing. I don't fancy a repetition of that."

Ron snorted again, taking Harry's quill for his use.

"It's very unlikely that it happens again," Hermione said, trying to reason with him.

"Yeah, well, I'll rather not risk it." Said Harry, shaking his head.

"But–"

"Leave it, Hermione. I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Hermione pursed her lips, it was obvious she has something to say but she respected his wishes and said nothing. She turns back to her essay.

"Come of it, mate, this will blow over soon enough," Ron told him, nudging his shoulder in comfort.

Harry nodded in acknowledgement of his words, yet said nothing. It won't blow over any time soon, at least not for him. He will be mortified by it for the rest of his life.

A/N: Hope you enjoy it. Tell me what you think about it.

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fish-fish27 · 1 year

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for the ruv x reader prompts, what about ruv comforting reader during a blizzard 🥺👉👈

Alright then! ^^ Reminder this is my first time posting about this so forgive me if there's some mistakes (also English is not really my first language so also forgive my grammar)

-Fishda

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Warm up my Heart

Ruv x Reader

Fluff

Oneshot

Mild Cussing

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*ACHOO!!!*

You sniffed as you wrapped yourself in a blanket. Ugh… you’re not used to this kind of weather, it’s so cold… what makes it worse is that there are no electricity for today since the power got cut off for a week due to the fact that none of you paid the bills this month and the fireplace is useless since you ran out of fire wood, not to mention how the heater you got is broken but judging by the lack of electricity it is also useless.

You got up and try to find more blankets but to no avail so you just sat down on one of the benches in the pews and hope that this blizzard ends sooner. You wonder what the other two is doing right now, are they fine? Well specifically, Is SARVENTE fine? Ruv can handle this cold weather, right? Actually, where the hell is he?

You shook it off and just closed your eyes to drift off to sleep, thinking that the moment you wake up, the storm will be over.

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The sound of heavy boots on snow can be heard near the church as a figure approached the doors closer and closer, there stood Ruv covered in snow, he was just out to get groceries since Sarv asked him so kindly, the moment he left the store, the blizzard soon started. He also went and paid the electric bills with the extra money he got from pickpocketing while in the store.

He did remember watching the weather forecast, warning them about the upcoming snowstorm but it did not bother the man that much. It felt cold, yes but he can manage it.

He placed down the groceries on the ground and took out his copy of the keys and inserted it into the keyhole to unlock it. He then shook off the snow covering him, placing the groceries on one of the benches. At the side of his vision, he saw a pile of cloth on the other bench, his brow furrowing at the sight, thinking who left that mess.

He went to the bench to pick up the cloth, only to hear sniffles from under it, he was confused and took off that blanket to only see you, shivering and looking pale. Alongside of being concerned at your condition, he also thought of how stupid you are to stay in the pews, which is much colder, instead of being in your room.

He quickly closed the doors, locking it, carrying the groceries on one hand while carrying you on his other arm, holding you close to at least keep you warm.

After he placed the groceries on the proper shelves, he immediately went back to your room where he put you in, he also got extra firewood with him from his secret stash, it was for emergency and I guess to him this is an emergency. He also checked Sarvente’s room to drop off more firewood and to tell her that he also paid the bills.

“Where did you get the money?” She asked him with suspicion, crossing her arms against her chest.

“God’s blessing” He replied bluntly and left.

Once he arrives, he immediately put some firewood in your fireplace and tried to put it on fire, he also somehow got the heater working again by casually slamming his hand on it.

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You started moving around, sweating from how hot it got, how you felt so suffocated and you felt like there’s a tons of weight on you. You immediately shot up awake, sitting up and wiping your forehead’s sweat and looked around, seeing the lights turned on and also the layers upon layers of blanket on you.

You heard soft cussing in russian from the corner of your room, there you see a certain mad Russian trying to light up the match but it kept breaking in half.

*CRACK* “Ублюдок…” *CRACK* “почему ты не загораешься…” *CRACK* “сука…” *CRACK* “хватит ломать- “ *CRACK-*

(Translation: Motherfucker... Why won't you light up... Bitch... Stop breaking-)

You heard him huff in anger and threw the empty box of match away, you smiled and tried not to laugh at his misery and reached for your lighter in your bedside cabinet as he pulled out another box of match.

“Это третья коробка…” *CRACK* “надеюсь, ты умрешь”

(Translation: This is the third box... I hope you die)

You got up and approached him with your lighter in hand, he looked at you with a blank expression but you can tell that inside he is raging because of the match sticks, you hand him the lighter and his shoulder seems to relax a bit. He took the other two empty match boxes and lit both on fire then threw it on the fireplace. He handed the lighter back to you and sit still as he watched the flames emerge in the fireplace.

You sat beside him and leaned on his shoulder to him.

“Where have you been?” You asked him.

“Somewhere” He answered.

You played with his jacket’s sleeve and then gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, you see his mouth slightly twitch into what you can say into a smile.

Soon the blizzard is over, both Sarvente and Ruvyzvat started cleaning the snow caused by the blizzard, in the garden, the roof, the balconies and the front yard while you stayed in your room because you got sick from the blizzard, you want to help but oh well…

#ruv x reader #ruvyzvat #fnf ruv #sarvente #fnf sarv #x reader #friday night funkin #mid fight masses #scenarios #oneshot

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whoreadsnowadays · 2 years

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HEY HEY SO I CAME UP WITH THIS CONCEPT RIGHT........ so iirc in canon shelldon was actually destroyed by shredder?? and i don't think the show ever clarified if he was rebuilt or not...... soooo donnie x reader where he's unable to rebuild shelldon. there's too much damage. and so donnie is really fucking sad. but then his s/o takes it upon themself to venture into the hidden city and find some mystical solution to bring shelldon back! i imagine it'd be a pretty emotional storyline and i hope you can get some inspiration out of it lol

This is so hurt comfort I love this so much, yall pls keep feeding me Leo and Donnie angst to work with I love them-

Warnings; cussing, Donnie has a sobbing breakdown, corpse mentioned

( Romantic ) Rise Donnie x Gender Neutral Reader

Shell-Done For

You were fully aware of everything that went on with the turtles, you often had Donnie blowing up your phone mid battle, giving you updates on their latest shenanigans.

So you were made aware very quickly of what had gone down.

You had stayed on the phone with Donnie for hours as he sat holed up in his lab, muttering encouragement to your lovely boyfriend as he spoke softly about losing Shelldon, as well as every other awful thing that had happened.

But you were very adamant about Donnie fixing up his beloved robot. You even offered to meet up with him early every morning to give him as much help as he needed.

So that's what you did. Every morning, seven am, you would show up at Donnie's lab door with coffee for the both of you, and he couldn't have been more greatful for your company.

One particular morning, Donnie stood over his small remaining work table, surveying the cut cords and fried motherboards that were once Shelldon.

And he realized.. there was no way he'd be able to salvage this. No matter how long you two were at it there was no possible way to truly fix the fried, and chopped, and destroyed mess that laid in front of him.

And then you walked in, a smile on your face and a coffee in each hand, ready to tirelessly work until who knows when in the morning, getting barely any sleep before coming back again the next day. All for him. All for a project that was doomed from the start.

You gasped a bit, your smile falling instantly as you watched Donnie suddenly burst into tears. He collapsed into his chair and hunched over, heaving sobs escaping him.

It was just too much at once, he was losing everything within a matter of weeks, and he couldn't do anything but watch as it all fell through his hands like sand.

You rushed over and sat down your coffees, kneeling in front of Donnie to try and see his face, being very mindful not to touch him.

"Donnie? Hun what's wrong?" You asked softly, gazing up at him with soft worried eyes.

He sniffled, glancing over at the parts on his table before shaking his head, "I don't- it- Shelldon and- and- ugh!" He exclaimed, throwing his head back and trying to pull himself back together.

"Shelldon? What about him? Aren't we fixing him?" You asked gently, watching as a bitter glare formed on his face.

"We can't! The circuits are- they're fried! And the motherboard cut clean through! I can't.. I can't fix him, and it's just one last thing on top of all these other things! And I.. I'm never getting him back and.." his lip wobbled and instantly he was right back into hysterics, throwing himself forward and holding onto you for dear life.

You instantly wrapped your arms around him in return, holding him close and frowning at nothing. He couldn't fix it.. so you'd have to do it for him.

You spent the next month and a half taking trips down to the hidden city. You asked around as much as you could before you finally found a yokai who claimed he used mystic power to fix things. Perfect, exactly what you needed.

It hadn't been hard to snatch Shelldon's parts from Donnie's lab, in fact when you asked him about it he practically begged you to take them, he compared the feeling to that of when you see a corpse in an open casket.

It had taken a lot of convincing and bribery for them to agree to help you, but eventually they gave in, letting you come down to supervise for a few hours every day.

And when you weren't in the hidden city, you were at the lair with Donnie, giving him as much comfort as he could handle at once.

And now finally, after almost two months of no sleep and constant trip fatigue, you held a fixed Shelldon in your arms.

You payed the other half of what was promised to the Yokai, cheering a thank you before you excited back to the surface, instantly turning Shelldon on as soon as you had made it.

The robot whirred in your arms, vibrating and warming at the touch, before suddenly his eyes were wide, moving his head up to look at you, he gave you his equivalent of a grin.

And you couldn't have been happier.

You quickly gave him the rundown of what had happened, unfortunately the damage had set his memory back a good bit, but it was no problem, you were happy to fill him in.

And when Donnie texted you, asking you where you were, you kicked your plan into action.

You waltzed into the lair five minutes later, a large backpack thrown over your shoulder.

Donnie, who was on his phone like normal, looked up and instantly zeroed in on said bag.

"If I may ask, what do you have?" He asked, standing up slowly.

"You may not ask. How's your day been so far DDR?" You smirked, watching as he floundered for a moment.

"Wh- It's been fine- what are you hiding in the bag." He asked again, getting suspicious now.

Perfect.

"What bag?"

"What bag-? The bag on your shoulder, what's in the bag?"

"What's a bag."

"Oh my gosh-" he huffed, reaching forward and grabbing the backpack from you.

"If you're going to be cryptic about it obviously I'm going to be curiou..s..." he trailed off, staring into the now open bag, with two LED eyes blinking up at him.

"..Shelldon?" He mumbled in disbelief, "But you were.. it was.. you couldn't have.. what?"

Shelldon slowly rose out of the bag, hovers whirring quietly. "They put me back together, got some help from the hidden city. I'm back and better than ever!" Shelldon spoke happily, as you watched with a grin.

Donnie turned to you, an awestruck disbelieving look that had you puffing your chest out in pride, before he turned back to Shelldon.

No more words were exchanged as Donnie quickly wrapped his arms around his so- I mean robot. And when Donnie tugged you into a group hug, well you couldn't deny them that.

#rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #Romeo Writes #especially prouf of the title im so creative #tbh i havent actually gotten super far in the show i dont know if shelldon is ooc or not fuc

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4200nemobackup · 2 years

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i want jk to submit to me. the mafia being dominated sounds great. sounds like our sex tape but n e hoo 😬✋. i want to tease him until he begs me to put an end to the teasing only for me to shove my panties in his mouth so he stops demanding for once in his damn life 😗. i want to hear his mumbled whines and whimpers as it registers in his head and leave hickeys all over his thick thighs. THICK THIGHS SAVE LIVES‼️i want to suck his cock and have his thighs choke me then i want to ride him and choke HIM.

This is actually a great preview to the mafia/gang leader!Jungkoom fic I was writing! OP knows a lot about the fic but this is so hot.

Mafia!Jungkook is such a little slut. He spends all his days commanding his people and calling the shots. He tries to dominating all aspects of his life because it’s his job. His commands can lead people to victory or death, and he’s well aware of such pressure. He doesn’t know what it feels like to have someone tell him to shut the fuck up. He’s too powerful for his own good, so you have to cut him down to size.

When being dominated, Jungkook is an impulsive sub. He can’t stop moving for the life of him, so when you tease him, you probably have to hold him down in some way before he tries getting some kind of upper hand over you. (P.S I’m not a fan of the sub takes sudden control trope :|) You may even have to tie him down or retrain him because he will use his strength to his advantage. He can’t handle the teasing- licking him up through his underwear whilst he’s fucking throbbing, leaving little hickeys on his neck. He’s been ready to get fucked, please hurry up lol. Then he starts begging, but demand rather than beg like you mentioned. Things like “Hurry up, I’m close.” Or “just fuck me already”. Whatever it is, he’s saying is so out of line.

Putting your panties in his impatient mouth is a good call, he’ll get the message and shut up promptly. He recognizes that you mean business, and he speedily folds under your touch and commands. Those whines and whimpers you wanted arrive pretty quickly. Everything just heightens his senses. Shutting his mouth is the gate way yo turning off his thoughts. the only thing he’s focusing on is his pleasure now. He’s never realized how sensitive he is. Especially on those muscular thighs. His thighs are so sore all the time because he loves working on them. Hickeys on his thighs brings out the most jumbled moans you’ve ever heard from him. You can’t understand what he’s saying, and even if he didn’t have panties in his mouth, you still wouldn’t be able to. That’s how good you’re making him feel right now.

Sucking his cock is such a highlight in this entire ordeal. As you’re going down on him, he doesn’t know how to tell you that he doesn’t want you to stop, so he squeezes your head with his thighs to keep you there. Ugh imagine his juicy, bruised thighs squeezing your head like a watermelon. His eyes are crunched and his stomach is tight. He doesn’t want you to stop, please don’t stop, just let him cum at this point.

But where’s the fun in that?

Fucking him is the best part, using his meaty thighs for support. And choking him as he lolls his head to the side, drool running down his chin. Tweaking his nipples, caressing him. It’s all too much for him. He’s gonna cum any minute. You made him, a Mafia don submit to your every command. He’s even forgot who he was at this point. Right now he just exists as your good boy, nothing else.

#sub!idol #sub!jungkook #sub!bts #sub!hoseok #sub!jin #sub!jimin #sub!namjoon #sub!taehyung #sub!yoongi #mafia!jungkook

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Back again

Synopsis - You and Twst boys enjoying your day a HeartLand.

A/n - Been awhile since I wrote for Heartland expect more smut from my world before I change it. Also I forgot to add in Idia so I’ll put him in part 2.

Warnings - Mild language, spying, roller coasters, mention of heights!

Riddle

Would wait in like patiently while you sit in the shade.

“Thank you so much Riddle I would’ve waited too,” you offered. “It’s okay my love I didn’t mind it.” He handed you ice-cold water that you placed on your sweaty forehead. “That’s for you to drink get it off your head,” he demanded. “Fine!”

When he sees people cutting in the line he lets them have it immediately.

“Hey you two,” he yelled. “You thought no one would notice you cutting huh?! The people around them glared at them realizing that they had just randomly appeared. “Why would you say anything asshole!” They cussed getting out of line. “Ugh I hate rule breakers,” Riddle scoffed.

Try’s to go on as many rides as he can since it’s his first time at a amusement park.

You two even ride on the teacups which is a kiddie ride but it was worth it seeing Riddles's focused face as he turned the wheel. You went on the Little Dipper a children’s coaster. He was ecstatic even after you went over and over again. Then you finally got to the Big Dipper. It was worth the pictures afterward where they zoomed in on you and riddle as he hugged you so incredibly tight you almost passed out. You made fun of him afterward, he couldn’t even be mad at you. He put the picture in his wallet so it could go everywhere with him.

Leona

Would buy the flash past cause he hates standing a waiting.

“Look at those losers,” he laughed. You walked past all the exhausted people waiting in line. “What did you say jackass,” someone asked him. “Come on Leona I don’t want to get kicked out.” You pushed him away from the fight that was about to happen. “Damn that ass is fat.” The same stranger gawked at you. Now you couldn’t hold Leona back as he punched the man in the face. He fell right on the ground and you both ran before security came. “We couldn’t even get on the ride!” Sorry, it was instinct to protect the queen of my pride,” he smirked.

Only likes slow rides where he can just lean on you and rest his eyes.

The tunnel of love was perfect. It was dark shutting out the brightness of the day and most importantly private. He could let his guard down and lay on you. You were his favorite pillow. You sat admiring his handsome face and playing with his hair stands. He sits up after while wrapping his hand in yours. “Thank you for coming today.” No problem Baby.” He kissed you before hissing at the harsh daylight as the tunnel ended.

Would buy you pretty much anything you want.

You wanted all of the heartlands stuffed plushies so he brought them without a problem. You wanted to get matching bracelets he brought them. You wanted candy to bring back to grim he brought it. He would buy anything just to make you happy. #1sugardaddy!

Azul

Starts praying to the sea witch as he rides the roller coaster.

Azul always made sure to keep a cool and powerful composure. So when you saw him this disheveled you couldn’t help but laugh. You never heard him scream until now you swore that would be the last time since he practically made you go deaf. He threw up after the ride was over and promised never to do that again. “You’re lucky I love you, he hissed.

Enjoys water rides

Especially the artic-themed one. It reminded him of a trip his family took when he was younger. He’s always had respect for penguin men so seeing a live one made up for the other hell hole that they called a roller coaster. He didn’t mind getting splashed with pounds of water at all. He looked perfect while wet and you looked like a wet dog. “It’s your karma Y/n,” he laughed.

Admires the theme park Industry

“I should take some pointers from them.” 12 thumarks for 2 water bottles,” he winced. “That small plushie is 45 thumarks must be because of the brand.” I see that’s why they don’t have any water fountains here.” Smart so smart,” he smirks. He writes down all of their outrageous schemes in his notebook. “Maybe I can use these gimmicks for the mostro lounge!”

Kalim

Buys out the whole park for a day for you two.

Invites all the other students but not all of them have s/o’s so it’s pretty empty. So that means no lines! You get to go on every ride you want and you get to pick any seats.

Eats a bunch of ice cream

You and he take on a challenge of the 12-scoop cone. Kalim could probably do this on his own but you at least wanted to help him out. Employees watch the messy ordeal with delight. It’s pretty gross your drool mixing and the sweet flavor of ice cream. But you two do a Victory kiss after. You win a picture with one of those sketch artists. You and Kalim can’t sit still laughing through the whole picture because of a sugar high.

Gets Heartlands car service home

The car is spacious enough for you two to lay on each other. You fell asleep in a deep food coma. You awoke to Jamil tucking you and Kalim into bed. “Go back to sleep,” Kalim shushed you.

Vil

Planned the date way ahead of time

Vil was in the middle of school and had a huge acting role. So he didn’t have much time for you. But he promised he would make it up somehow so he brought you to heartland.

Made sure you where protected

He smeared plenty of sunblock on you both and made sure you applied more every couple of hours. Vil himself looked like a mom with his sunhat and sunshades but it also was a great disguise to hide him from his fans. “I want today to only be about us.”

Longed around all day

First, you hit up the heartstrings sauna then you hit up the lovers station. You sat on his lap in the hot springs almost falling asleep on his toned chest (IDC if you're big). You were overheated afterward although your body felt refreshed so you finished off with a cold shower. “I’ve never felt better,” you chimed. “Guess I’ll have to take you to the spa more often,” he offered.

Went to the boutique

Vil wanted to match with you for a while now. But he couldn’t find anything suitable to his taste. Either all the couple's merch was too cringe or just downright tacky. But when he saw heartlands options on Magicam he couldn’t help himself. You and him got matching red and gold corsets. Never in your life did you think you could rock a piece as majestical as this one. But Vil promised he would style you once you got back to school.

Malleus

His guards had to come

Malleus got permission from Lila to bring you here. It would have to be a secret and his team of guards would have to come along but they promised to at least stay hidden. He caught silver gawking at you both as you shared a milkshake. Then he caught Sebeck glaring at you both walking down Heartland rode.

Took plenty of photos

Even though you told Malleus you could’ve just taken them on your phone he wanted a Polaroid. “Your so old fashioned ,” you teased. Before he could purchase any more photos you saw a booth. You took some time choosing the best filters to make you look totally cute. He was a bit weirded out by all the pink but he took them anyway an amused smile on his face. Lila was smiling like a proud father after seeing your photos in the booth. You pointed out the stain your lipstick left on his cheek in one of them but he left it on too lovestruck to care.

Hot air balloon ride

He assured you that he could just pick you up and fly with you and that there was no reason to get on some dangerous aircraft. But you knew his magic could sometimes be too powerful. So you got on anyway and it was a perfect way to get away from everyone else. The balloon lifted you both high in the sky he watched the hue of your skin change with the sunset. “Were alone now,” you pointed out. Or so you thought Lilia was resting on a cloud watching you both. Malleus broke away from your savory kiss his mood quickly souring. Lighting struck almost tearing your hot air balloon down. “It’s okay let’s just crouch down!” He apologized sinking to the bottom of the basket. You sunk with him. “Finally I have a you too myself.” He let out a wicked smirk before using his magic to blow you both further away.

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saline-coelacanth · 7 months

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Remember This Day (Bad Endings One Shot)

I had this one shot sitting around for a while and figured, hey, why not post it for Halloween? I might post it to my ao3 someday, but for now it's just a treat for Tumblr to see :3

Anyway, this takes place in the Bad Endings Au (which was already mentioned in the title but it's fine)

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The base of the Bad Ending Ninja was quiet, much more than usual, but that was probably because Kai was taking a nap. All of the ninja were standing around in the main cabin while Lloyd paced back and forth. The only one who wasn’t present at the moment was Jay.

“Where is he?” Lloyd questioned.

“You expect us to keep track of him?” Zane asked. “You’re lucky I keep track of Kai.” The nindroid gestured towards the sleeping half snake.

Lloyd gave Zane a scowl before turning to Cole. “Have you at least seen him?” he asked. “He usually sticks by your side.”

Cole just shrugged and looked away. Lloyd seemed to notice something off about the ghost. He turned to Zane once more.

“Does Cole seem quieter than usual?” he asked quietly.

“He is always quiet,” Zane reminded. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

Before Lloyd could speak further, he was interrupted by the cabin door swinging open, a loud CRASH sounding as it hit the wall. The crash jolted Kai awake, causing him to fall out of the bed.

“Happy Day of the Departed!” Jay cheered, holding a bunch of lanterns.

“Jay, what is this?” Lloyd questioned angrily while gesturing at all the lanterns Jay was holding.

“It’s Day of the Departed, duh,” Jay replied. “Normally I wouldn’t want to take a day off, but considering it’s a special occasion, I figured we should take the time to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?” Lloyd questioned. “We have no reason to celebrate! We need to focus on defeating the ninja!”

“Besides,” Zane stepped in, “this whole tradition is stupid.”

“Stupid?!” Kai questioned. “There’s NOTHING stupid about getting free candy!”

Lloyd let out an annoyed groan. “Kai, aren’t you a little old for that?”

Kai snapped towards Lloyd, glaring at him and hissing.

“Kai wanting to participate in such a childish activity doesn’t surprise me,” Zane said.

Lloyd rolled his eyes before turning back towards Jay. “Listen Jay, we don’t have time for this,” he said. “And besides, this day is meant for honoring fallen friends and family.” Lloyd looked away. “And none of us have anyone to honor.”

“Ok, fair point,” Jay agreed, “but are you really trying to tell me that you don’t want free candy?”

“Ugh. I’m too old for that, Jay,” Lloyd argued.

“Are you sure?” Jay questioned. “You really don’t want to taste that sweet sugary goodness?”

Lloyd started to picture it in his head. It had been so long since he had anything sweet, and just thinking about it started to make him feel excited.

“You wanna miss out on all those free lollipops and gumdrops, not to mention the chocolate-”

“Ok, fine!” Lloyd cut him off. “We’ll take a break for today. If anyone needs me, I’ll be out getting candy.”

Lloyd’s body became surrounded by a purple mist as he shapeshifted to look like a human in a costume before walking out of the room.

“C’mon, Zane!” Kai urged. “We gotta get more candy than Lloyd!”

“Is everything a competition to you when it comes to Lloyd?” Zane asked.

“Is it really a competition if I always win?” Kai replied, giving a smug look.

Zane rolled his eyes. “Well you’re going to need a disguise,” he reminded. “Nobody is going to give you anything looking like that.”

“Good point,” Kai agreed. He grabbed his staff, using the power of form to disguise himself to look like he was in a costume. “Alright, now we can go!”

“I feel like I am going to regret this,” Zane groaned as Kai dragged him out of the room.

Jay gave a satisfied look as he watched everyone else leave. He promptly dropped the lanterns on the ground before rubbing his hands together.

“Now that they’re all gone,” he said, “it’s just you and-” Jay paused as he quickly realized Cole was gone. “Cole?”

Jay looked around the room for a while before frowning. He left the room to continue looking for Cole, eventually making his way outside of the base.

“Cole! Where’d you run off to?” he called out. “You didn’t run off to get free candy too, did you?”

“Hmph.”

Jay immediately recognized Cole’s grunt. He looked around for a bit before finally noticing Cole sitting up in a tree, his back to the pirate. Jay walked over to the base of the tree, staring up at the ghost with an annoyed expression on his face.

“What are you doing up there?” he asked.

“What are you doing?” Cole questioned, turning towards Jay. “You never want to take breaks.”

“Is it really that hard to believe that I genuinely want a day off for a holiday?”

Cole gave Jay a skeptical look, remaining silent.

Jay let out a quiet groan. “You know me too well…” he mumbled. “Fine! You caught me! I had to keep the other busy so I could sneak off for a while.”

“What for?” Cole asked.

“Are you kidding me? It’s Day of the Departed! This day is perfect for plundering and pillaging!” Jay explained. “Everyone is too distracted to do anything so pickings will be super easy. Especially with a ghost helping me out.”

“I’ll pass,” Cole denied, turning away again.

Jay blinked. “What?”

Cole remained silent, not responding to Jay at all. This seemed to annoy Jay even further.

“Cole, would you stop pouting?” he said. “You’re acting like more of a downer than usual.”

“Just leave me alone…” Cole mumbled.

“No! I need your help with this!” “I said leave me ALONE!” Cole snapped. He stood up, summoning his scythe and jumping down. He slammed his scythe into the ground causing Jay to jump back. After the initial shock wore off, Jay glared and pulled out his sword. The blade became surrounded with water as he pointed it at Cole.

“Back off,” Jay warned with a dark voice.

Cole’s eyes remained narrowed, but he stayed put. He stood up straight and put his scythe away before turning and walking away.

“Hey, where are you going?” Jay asked.

Before Jay could question him further, Cole simply disappeared. Jay groaned angrily, tiny sparks shooting off of his body.

“Fine! I don’t need your help anyway,” Jay said, putting his sword away and crossing his arms. He turned and started to walk away but quickly stopped. Not satisfied with Cole technically winning the last laugh, he immediately turned back and started walking in the direction that Cole had wandered off in. He figured that the ghost wouldn’t remain invisible forever, and just like he had hoped, he eventually spotted him. He decided to continue following in silence because he knew Cole would simply disappear again if he knew Jay was following him. Cole eventually stopped near the outskirts of the city. Jay initially assumed that he was trying to get free candy like the others, but he knew that answer was too easy. Jay narrowed his eye as he watched Cole who was looking around. After a while, Cole kneeled down to the ground and lowered his head. Jay blinked, confused. He decided now would be a good time to make his presence known.

“Wow, you’d really rather wander aimlessly than help me steal from some people,” Jay complained as he walked up to the ghost.

Cole visibly jumped slightly as he heard Jay’s voice. He looked over at Jay.

“You followed me?” he questioned.

Jay stayed quiet, silently glaring at Cole.

Cole shook his head. “Why don’t you just go pillage by yourself?” he asked. He turned around. “Stop bugging me.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Jay asked, those words making Cole visibly tense up. Cole didn’t respond at all to Jay’s question. The pirate rolled his eye at Cole’s stubbornness to speak. “Look, I don’t know why you’re upset, but you’d better get it worked out before-”

“Stop talking,” Cole interrupted.

“Excuse me?”

“Just… stop…” Cole repeated, his voice sounding frail.

Jay blinked, surprised by Cole’s sudden change in tone. “Hey, if it’s something that I did, then I-”

Jay was cut off as a barrage of rocks shot out of the ground, creating a wall between Cole and Jay. Cole immediately started running off.

“Hey!” Jay yelled. He was really getting sick of Cole leaving at this point. He pointed his sword to the ground, creating an earth platform to go over the wall. He chased after Cole, but the ghost had gotten a distinct head start. Still, Jay refused to stop. The two of them continued running for a long time, Jay occasionally yelling after Cole, but the ghost never responded. Cole eventually slowed down when he saw a floating chunk of earth in the sky. He froze for a second as he saw the familiar temple on the floating island. Cole took a couple of deep breaths before stomping his foot on the ground. The earth shook for a moment as multiple stones flew into the air. Cole floated up to each of them using them like stairs to eventually reach the floating island.

Jay arrived closely behind Cole and skidded to a halt as he watched Cole. Seeing how Cole climbed up, he quickly replicated him, using blasts from his sword to give himself an extra jump boost to reach the stones Cole had used. Once he reached the top, he stepped onto the island and saw Cole. As usual, the ghost stood with his back to Jay. It looked like he was staring at the temple in front of him. Jay studied the building for a brief moment before he realized what he was looking at.

“Isn’t this Yang’s haunted temple?” Jay questioned, walking up to Cole. He stood next to him, and just like he had gotten used to, Cole didn’t answer him. Jay frowned, but his eye quickly widened when he noticed Cole’s body had become shaky.

“This…” Cole said in a quiet voice. “This is where I lost everything…”

Jay was quiet for a moment. “Because you became a ghost?” he asked.

Suddenly, Cole fell to his knees, causing Jay to step back from surprise. Cole lowered his head into his hands.

“I am so sorry…” he apologized, but for what, Jay didn’t know.

“Ok, you’re kinda starting to freak me out, dude,” Jay said. “Why don’t you calm down and we can go home?”

Cole slowly lifted his head up and looked up at Jay. It was hard to tell if Jay’s expression was one of confusion or genuine concern. As Cole stared at Jay, his breathing became more uneven until he broke down into tears. Jay blinked, continuing to feel nothing but shock and confusion as he watched Cole. He kneeled down, attempting to place his hand on Cole’s back, but it simply phased through him. Cole continued crying for quite a while and Jay was too awkward to try and say anything to make him stop. After what felt like an hour, Cole started to calm down slightly.

“You uh… you good?” Jay asked.

Cole sniffled, wiping the green tears away from his eyes. “It was on this day… Day of the Departed… when it happened…”

“When… when what happened?” Jay asked.

Cole stood up and started walking closer to the temple. “I told you about the other ninja from my timeline, right?” Cole asked. “How they died?”

“Yeah,” Jay nodded. His eye then went wide as he realized where Cole was going. “Oh.”

Everything went deathly silent. Jay kicked his foot back and forth, having no idea how to handle this situation. Eventually, Cole finally broke the silence.

“We can head back to base,” he said. “I just need one moment.”

“Ok,” Jay replied.

Jay hesitated for a moment before walking away slightly. Cole kneeled down to the ground, Jay glancing back at him for a moment. He could hear Cole saying something, but at this point he was too far away and Cole was too quiet for him to make out the exact words. Cole eventually stood back up and made his way over to Jay.

“You ready to head back?” Jay asked.

Cole nodded quietly.

“Cool,” Jay replied. The two of them were about to jump down from the island, but Jay stopped. “And hey,” he said, “if you want, we can light one of those lanterns when we get back.”

Cole blinked, not expecting Jay to offer something like that. “Yeah…” he agreed, “I think they’d like that…”

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