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boydepartment · 4 months

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hiii can you do enha finding out you have a crush on them from one of the members

“R U FR?” - enhypen reaction to finding out you’re in love with them

a/n: i am so sorry this took a million years BUT HERE IT IS :3 I ALSO DIDNT KNOW HOW TO TITLE THIS SO I HOPE PPL READ THE ASK LMAO

warnings- nothing- fluff, reader uses she/her

MASTERLIST

🥯jungwon… he was working on some lyrics for a song that he wanted to write. he never really took part in something like this directly so it was new to him. and he was struggling.

“jay… i don’t know what to write, it’s a love song! i’m struggling.” he leaned his head on the desk and watched as jay messed with the different knobs on his guitar.

“ask y/n she’s like in love with you.” jay mumbled without thinking, he shot his head up and looked at jungwon who also shot up.

jungwon slowly turned to jay, “are you… being honest with me?”

his older brother sat awkwardly, “ummm if i said yes?”

almost immediately jungwon got up and called you asking your location, if he had to run to you he would. and he was going to.

🥨heeseung… he sat on his back in the practice room singing to himself. he took up extra practices for the next upcoming comeback and you had left a couple hours ago after dropping him off lunch. he was so thankful for you and it made him smile to himself. around 4am riki walked in and sat down next to heeseung.

“dude it smells like body odor and noodles in here what the fuck did you do?” riki asked between laughs

heeseung sat up and rolled his eyes, “it smells like noodles because y/n dropped me off food.”

riki scoffed, “when did she drop off the food? i didn’t see her.”

heeseung leaned back again, “couple hours ago, around 1am.”

“1AM???? damn she really is in love with you hah!” riki froze right after the words came out of his mouth. god he spoils everything.

“wh-what??” heeseung looked at him wide eyed, ears pink.

riki immediately got up and ran out, leaving heeseung to sit in the practice room alone blushing.

🥐jay… you had a rough couple weeks due to family stuff and jay felt bad. you were a really close friend of his and he hated seeing you so upset. to make you feel better jay started cooking you your favorite meal. he was in the kitchen cooking and planning out his day so he can drop it off to you while it’s still warm. he was mumbling to himself when jake walked in.

“is this dinner?” jake asked, sitting on the counter. jay looked at him.

“1 get your ass off the counter, and 2 no, it’s for y/n, it’s her favorite.”

jake looked at the food, “this is a lot to give her.”

jay nodded, “i’m hoping it’ll last her a few days, it’s been rough for her lately.”

“i’m sure her just seeing you will make her feel better, she talks about you all the time yaknow?” jake said mindlessly, ass still sat on the counter.

jay nodded and hummed without thinking. jake thought he was ignoring him so he wanted to test it, “she’s in love with you.”

jay’s eyes widened and he almost dropped the wooden spoon, he looked over at jake and smacked him with it, “that’s not funny and i told you get your ass off the counter!”

🧇jake… he was waiting for you to come over to the dorm. you needed help on an essay and jake had free time so he offered to help you. he also loved to keep his skills sharp so he lived vicariously through your university work. he was frantically cleaning his room when sunoo walked in.

“oh you’re finally cleaning your room?” sunoo spoke leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed.

jake looked up at him, “yeah y/n is coming over, it needs to be clean i don’t want her to be grossed out by me.”

sunoo scoffed, “she’s seen you laugh so hard snot comes out of your nose and she’s still in love with you.”

jake stopped mid throw, his paper ball not landing in the trash, “wait what?”

sunoo laughed, throwing his head back, “oh nothing!” before walking to his own room. jake was suddenly hyper aware of his messy room and the time. you were going to arrive any minute and he was sweating nervously.

🥞sunghoon… he was getting dressed up to meet you for coffee. you were actually in town for the week so he wanted to see you again. you had been busy with classes and work and just life in general. so sunghoon wanted to take you out for froyo, he was buttoning up his coverup and putting on cologne when heeseung entered the bathroom.

“do you have a date today or something?” heeseung looked at him, eyebrows rising.

sunghoon shook his head no, “just taking y/n out for ice cream.”

heeseung now looked at him funny, “are you sure it’s not a date? she likes you a lot yaknow, like love love.”

“what? what do you mean!?” sunghoon flipped around to look at him, “do i look okay? is it too much? should i change? wait she’s in love with me?!”

heeseung left the bathroom after tapping him on the shoulder and a small good luck.

🍞sunoo… you and sunoo were having your monthly movie nights. it used to be weekly but since he became an idol he gets busy a lot. but you were willing to wait the once a month for these movie nights and for him. you were knocked out on the couch in the dorm and sunoo walked to the hall closet to get you an extra blanket. jay walked past him but stopped, jay knew you were going to confess to sunoo today. he was the one who told you to

“did y/n talk to you yet?”

sunoo smiled to himself, “we always talk, why?”

“so are you guys together now or?”

sunoo looked at him a little confused. jay yawned and stretched a bit, he was half asleep as he started walking again, “she was supposed to confess how she’s been in love with you for years. guess she forgot to.”

sunoo walked back quickly to you practically shaking you awake after that. he loved you just as much as you loved him, and sleep was not going to get in the way of that.

🍰riki… you were in the shower in the dorm. on the way home from a cafe it started pouring which led to you getting soaked. riki knew you were bad with the cold so he immediately shoved you in the bathroom with a change of warm clothes. not wanting you to get sick, then he walked to his room to make sure it was tidy and had enough blankets for you both.

jake was already in his room though, “what’re you doing in here?”

jake looked up, “looking for the ipad, where is it?”

riki blinked, “i need it you can’t have it right now.” he started rearranging the blankets on his bed. jake looked at him, jaw agape.

“what the hell for what?! give it!”

riki looked back at him, “you’re acting like you’re the child.” jake started searching riki’s desk.

“hey! cut it out! me and y/n are watching a movie after she gets out of the shower!” riki said and smacked him with a pillow.

jake stopped and his grin widened, “ohhhhhhhhhhh okay then never mind, if you and your girlfriend wanna watch a movie then i’m good i’ll just use heeseung’s pc.”

riki’s ears turned pink, “she’s not my girlfriend…” never in his life was he going to tell you his feelings for you.

“what really? i heard her talking on the phone the other day about how much she was in love with you? huh… maybe i heard wrong.” at that jake got up and left and almost immediately you entered the room. you looked at riki who was pink all over.

“ummm are you okay? do you have a fever?”

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pamgkrthwrites · 7 months

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Touched : Chapter 1 - Attachments

Warning, the following content is for an 18+ audience. If you are under the age of 18 do not read the content below. Warning, the following content has disturbing/triggering themes such as; Cheating and others. I do not support or encourage these themes or actions, they are merely written fictional events for entertainment. The character(s) depicted within this post are over the age of 20. (This list may get updated with each new Chapter Update)

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Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Bakugou x F!Reader

Themes: Soulmates, Porn with Plot (This list may get updated with each new chapter update)

Summary: After finding out your boyfriend of two years - who is not your soulmate - cheated on you, you quickly find a job in another part of the country so you can get far away from him. You become the secretary of Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, Bakugou Katsuki. The bond with your soulmate - in which you can feel everything sexually related - starts feeling more intense after you start working for Bakugou.Not only do you have to deal with your soulmate bond becoming stronger, the feelings of betrayal and heartbreak from your ex cheating, but you also have to deal with Bakugou flirting you - who with each passing day, seems to become more attractive.

Word Count: 3502

A/N: Thank you to my beta readers, "Huntress" and "Ribbon". Also for telling me the porn is cringe but thats fine-

If it wasn’t for your pounding headache from all the crying you did the night before, you would’ve thought it was just a normal day. Your heart felt shattered, even if the breakup was weeks in the planning after you found out your boyfriend had cheated on you.

You sat up from your mattress on the floor and got out of your sleeping bag. The removalists would take the last of your stuff today then you were going to move to Musutafu in the Shizuoka Prefecture.

Moving to a whole other Prefecture just to get away from some boy who cheated on you might have been an overreaction, but you gave up so much to be with your boyfriend. You gave up friends, and some amazing job offers, and even stopped talking to some family members.

You didn’t even want to tell your parents you broke up with your boyfriend because he cheated on you. You knew if you told them that, they would say ‘This is what you get for not waiting for your soulmate’. You simply told your parents you had accepted a new job and were going to move away and that you and Minato had decided to break up.

Which was also the reason you gave to him. You didn’t want to admit you came over to surprise him, only to see him kiss another girl while she left his apartment. You didn’t want to admit you then talked to the woman and found out she thought she was dating him for months. You didn’t want to admit that you then had been secretly planning to leave the Prefecture, accepting a new Hero Assistant job just to get away from him.

You didn’t want to tell him. You didn’t want to tell your parents.

You didn’t want to tell anyone.

Because you knew no one would support you at this point.

You took your last shower in your apartment and put the last of your things into your suitcase before standing outside of your apartment as the removalists came, taking your mattress, a nightlight, table and chair.

You sighed before making your way down the apartment stairs. Your train left in a few hours but you didn’t want to stay around here for very long. Too many memories.

You didn’t want to remind yourself how much you had failed.

You were starting a new life, away from all this drama you caused for yourself. You were starting your new job next week and you already had a new apartment to move into, leaving you with the opportunity to throw things out.

Goodbye Minato Kusumoto, you cheating bastard.

When you stepped into your new apartment, you let out a sigh of relief.

Sure, there were boxes everywhere, but you were away from everyone. You had been moving around all day, only being able to have a small lunch. You felt so tired.

You were thankful to the removalists that they put your mattress on your bedframe. You quickly made your bed then stripped off your clothing, getting yourself comfy into your bed.

You had a busy next few days ahead of you then straight into work. You needed things to be fast-paced, so you could get your mind off of Minato.

You looked at your phone one last time before bed, rolling your eyes when you saw your mother had texted you.

Mama Hi sweetie How was the trip? Did you get home safely?

You I’m fine mother, thank you. I’ll text you in the morning, I’m tired.

You didn’t even look at what she texted back, you just put your phone down and turned over in your bed. You closed your eyes, wanting the darkness to take you.

But then you felt it.

You pushed your thighs together and blushed feeling as you felt pleasure and desire rush through your system.

Your soulmate really knew how to pick a time to masturbate huh?

You remember as a kid that you thought you didn’t have a soulmate. Everyone had a soulmate bond. All different but you couldn’t feel yours. You got tested when you were 10, but once your results came in your parents refused to tell you anything besides that you did have a soulmate.

It was only when you were a teen did you understand why. You and your soulmate could feel each other, physically-sexually that is.

If you were aroused, they would feel it. If you touched yourself, they would feel it. If you had sex with someone, they would feel it. Same in reverse.

You were thankful your soulmate was able to control themselves. Sure they had desires and got horny in the middle of the day but they wouldn’t act on it and shut it down quickly. Only in the late afternoon and early mornings did they act on it.

So you would think with that sort of bond, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself a boyfriend.

That was your parents' logic anyway.

You tried for the longest time to follow what your soulmate was doing, being in control. Trying not to get horny in the middle of the day and even limiting when you touched yourself.

Then you met your ex-boyfriend and you broke the unspoken agreement you had with your soulmate.

Minato just- He flirted with you, daily. Praise you, your work, your body. You couldn’t help but look at him some days and just imagine him nude. Wasn’t long until you started dating, and then sleeping together.

You knew your soulmate knew. Not only could they feel it, but they stopped masturbating altogether for a while.

Their timing was- It was something. They started masturbating when you and your boyfriend had sex, and if you were mad at your boyfriend. It was almost as if they knew when you were mad and did it just to piss you off.

You lay there - in your bed - and held onto your pillow for comfort. Maybe it was because you were still upset, but you weren’t getting turned on by your soulmate playing with themself. It saddened you.

Did you technically cheat on your soulmate?

You wouldn’t be surprised if your soulmate didn’t want to be with you.

You felt their climax wash over you, giving you a sense of stress relief.

You would be blessed if your soulmate ever wanted you back in their life.

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“Thank you for taking him on on such short notice.” The tall hero in denim clothing - Best Jeanist - sighed out. “We’ve been trying to find him someone even when he was just a sidekick.”

“I am just grateful for this opportunity, Best Jeanist.” You thanked the hero, slightly bowing the hero.

“He’ll be a handful.” Best Jeanist sighed in a defeated pitch. “Let me know if he becomes too much of a handful for you, Miss L/N.”

You softly nodded. The articles you had read about the Explosive Hero were alarming, to say the least. He would be needing an overhaul of his PR branding, limited access to his public social media, and probably limited interviews.

Maybe photoshoots would help him gain some more fangirls. His fangirls were probably the most loyal thing he has ever had in his fanbase if the Hero Deku wasn’t.

“Thank you for the concern, Best Jeanist.” You said in a thankful voice. “I’m sure I’ll find my rhythm with him soon enough.”

“I hope so too.” He said before opening an opaque window door to an office space.

The room was 5 metres by 5 metres, one wall only being a window to the outside of the building, and the other three being opaque windows. One of the opaque walls had another opaque door, but you could tell that the other side of the wall and door had soundproofing foam stuck to it.

Best Jeanist walked into the door and pointed at the door with foam on the other side. “That’s Dynamight’s office. We’ve tried making it so you won’t get disturbed by his yelling. If he does get too loud you are more than welcome to work with some of the other Hero Assistants.”

“Is there a common room where the assistants frequent?” You asked him.

“Yes, on level 5 if I remember correctly.” He answered. “I’ll ask my assistants where it is exactly for you.”

“Thank you, Best Jeanist.”

“You can just call me Hakamada, L/N.” He reassured you. “I’ll go find Bakugou so we can introduce you to him.”

“Don’t bother.” A deep husky male voice spoke from the doorframe.

You and Hakamada turned to the door frame, and there stood a 196cm tall man with a wide chest and shoulders, muscular arms crossed in front of his chest, spiky ash blonde hair, sharp ruby red eyes, and an explosion scar across the right side of his face.

It was Katsuki Bakugou, also known as Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, in the top 100 heroes in Japan and the hero you were now the assistant. If it weren’t for him never being able to hold down an assistant, you would have never been given the opportunity to be able to quickly leave your ex-boyfriend.

You felt a shiver down your spine and a growing uncomfortable arousal feeling growing inside of you. You tried to push it away, but you could feel your soulmate’s arousal as well.

“Bakugou, I’m glad you were able to make this meeting.” Hakamada spoke up. “This is your new assistant, Y/N L/N.”

Bakugou’s eyes are glued to you. You felt small under his eyes, and you couldn’t figure out the feelings you were feeling. Maybe from your soulmate bond?

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Bakugou.” You spoke up, trying to keep yourself professional and calm. “I hope we can work together without any problems.”

Bakugou’s eyes stayed glued to you, giving you another shiver down your body. Something about him gave you an uncomfortable feeling. Maybe it was because you had met the known explosion temper, maybe it was from how large it was, maybe it was the scar etched into his skin, maybe it was how he was holding eye contact with you.

Whatever it was, it was stirring something within you. Something you hadn’t experienced before.

“Bakugou-” Hakamada's voice broke both of you out of whatever trance you two were in. “Please don’t scare her off so early into this job.”

Bakugou gave you one last glance before looking at Hakamada. “Fine.”

Bakugou then turned and walked towards his own office, leaving you and the tall hero alone again. Hakamada didn’t allow you much time to recover from your first meeting with the rising hero.

“Sorry about him, I don’t know what’s up with him today.”

“It’s alright, Hakamada.” You rescued him. “He probably was just testing me.”

“That wasn’t him testing you.” Hakamada said. “He’s very… Never mind.”

You quirked a brow at him, but he moved on to the next topic. Not allowing you to ask any questions regarding Bakugou as a person.

“There should be a handbook in the top drawer on what we expect you to be doing for today.” Hakamada said as he pointed to your desk. “Read over over and if you finish it early then get started on making up a plan to showcase to Bakugou, my assistants and myself tomorrow. Is that understood?”

You quickly nodded your head. “I understand sir.”

“Good, I’ll let you get to work then.” Hakamada then left swiftly, walking towards Bakugou’s office.

You walked over to your office, placing your bag beside your desk before going through the large file that was on your top desk. Either Bakugou was going to be a difficult client, or this hero agency was going to be difficult. You had to press on though, you couldn’t fail again so soon.

You saw the screen on your phone light up and saw a familiar name pop up which made you breathe in sharply.

Minato Kusumoto Hope you are doing well Miss you <3

You hadn’t blocked him because you didn’t want him to figure out you knew yet. Maybe give it a few more weeks of him texting then you’ll block with under the reason he wasn’t letting you move on.

Yeah, that could work.

You looked back at the paperwork and started reading.

Your back felt sore after reading the whole file. You stood up and cracked your back. You wrote down some notes on your notepad, but there was no way you had a full plan yet. You could do that at home.

You put the whole file in your top drawer before gathering your things and getting up. Once you left your office, you felt eyes resting on you. You turned, seeing Bakugou’s ruby-red eyes staring at you. You felt another shiver down your spine before politely smiling at him.

“Good evening, Dynamight-”

“Bakugou is fine, L/N.” Bakugou interested you, though his tone was not as harsh as you were expecting.

Was his explosive personality just an act? You doubted it considering that file you just finished reading through. Maybe he was tired?

“...Bakugou.” You corrected yourself. “I hope you have a good evening.”

You could see something behind his eyes, as if he was a grandfather clock in deep thought.

“...Travel home safely, L/N.” Bakugou said before turning back to whatever he was doing.

You eyed him courteously before turning and backing your way to the elevator. As you were walking, you felt your soulmate’s arousal and desire flare up out of nowhere. You gritted your teeth through the friendly smiles you gave up, wondering what on earth made your soulmate go against their known pattern. It didn’t even feel as if they were trying to cool themselves off or shut it down.

Whatever it was, your soulmate needed to knock it off for the next half hour. Just so you could get to your apartment in one peace.

As you ate your dinner, one of your eyes twitched from the arousal you still felt between your legs. Your soulmate did not even bless you with five minutes no, they seemed to have been arousal ever since you had left the office.

In fact, it seemed as if their desire had increased since that time!

You wanted to be understanding, forgiving even. Especially after those two years, you were with your cheating ex-boyfriend. Now however you understood why your soulmate was a bit vengeful during that time.

This constituent heat and arousal at your core was starting to get frustrating.

Too frustrating.

Too frustrating for you to eat your salad in fucking peace!

You hoped that starting to unpack your new home would help you not focus on whatever your soulmate was lusting over. It worked for a good solid ten minutes.

That was until you felt them start to masturbate as if their life depended on it.

You gasped, feeling something tight pump up and down on their cock with fast strokes. You actually stumbled to the side and gripped tightly onto whatever furniture was closest to you, dropping whatever you had been holding onto.

You heard something shatter, but that didn’t matter right now. You gripped tightly onto whatever you were holding tightly tightly and shut your eyes. You had started to pant, feeling your cheeks heat up.

You bit your lower lip, trying to hold in a moan. You weren’t even touching yourself and yet your soulmate was able to bring you to the point where you felt yourself dripping wet, ruining whatever panties you were wearing.

What in the hell had them this turned on my gods!

You felt there to sit on the floor, breathing desperately as your soulmate masturbates for twenty or so minutes. You gasped sharply inwards as you felt them climax, leaving you shaking in a wet puddle on the floor of your apartment.

You stayed there for a moment so you could recover, trying to come down from their climax.

Your head felt dizzy and your vulvar felt sore. It felt very similar to actual sex. If it wasn't for the fact that no contact was actually made with your body, you would call it the best sex of your life.

Maybe it felt more intense because you moved closer to your soulmate?

You immediately shot that down, thinking back to the night before. Last night felt like it normally did. This was clearly triggered by it genuinely being more intense on your soulmate’s side.

You finally pulled yourself up, your legs shaking from the intense orgasm you felt. You felt something wet slide down your thigh, making you shiver.

You looked at the floor and saw a shattered plate.

Shit.

You carefully cleaned up the shattered plate mess while trying to ignore your own sexual frustration between your legs. You’ll deal with that in the shower once you are done.

Your phone started to ring. You grabbed it and accepted the call, bringing it to your ear as your eyes focused on the shattered plate on the floor.

“This is L/N.”

“Hey there, kitty.”

You felt your body froze from hearing your ex-boyfriend’s voice, Minato Kusumoto.

“Minato, it’s lovely to hear from you.” Your faked a smile through the phone, feeling a pit of dread in your stomach.

That certainly killed your sexual frustration.

“No pet names?” You heard him pout through the phone. “I know we have only recently just broken up, but I thought I would get something more than that.”

“I’m not really in the mood, Minato.” You sighed through the phone.

“Did I catch you at a bad time, kitty?” You heard Minato’s husky voice ask with a slightly concerned tone.

“Shattered a plate.” You answered him. “Add onto the fact I have to have a whole plan ready for the hero by tomorrow.”

“Short deadline first day, huh? I know you’ll be able to do it, kitty. You were always able to do quick deadlines.” You heard Minato softly chuckle.

You used to love the sound of his voice.

All you could feel now was heartbreak and betrayal.

“Please don’t do this, Minato.” You said firmly to him. “No nicknames, no praises. That’s what happens when two people break up.”

You could almost feel his annoyed disappointment through the silence. You needed to set up this boundary with him, you needed to fully pull away from him.

“Whose the hero are you working for?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“That’s not fair, Y/N.”

You sighed, rubbing a hand down your face. “Minato-”

“No, you don’t get to be disappointed.” Minato snapped you through the phone, sounding hurt. “You don’t get to drop everything we had for a job and I don’t even get to know who the guy is!”

You felt a hurtful heart squeeze. You wanted to snap at him about how it wasn’t fair that you threw your life away to be with him, only for him to cheat on you.

But you couldn’t say that, because that wasn’t the reason you gave him.

You took in a deep breath then let it out.

“Minato, I deserve this job. It’s what I worked for my whole career. I know it’s unfair, but it would also be unfair for me if I just threw away my dreams for you.”

His voice became silent, but you could hear the rhythmic taping of his fingers onto his knee.

“Is that your only reason?” He asked.

You felt your blood run cold. You hoped he hadn’t used his quirk to find out the truth. “Yes, that’s my only reason.”

Silence once again fell the call.

“You better do a fantastic job there, Y/N.” He finally said. “Don’t let them look down on you, alright?”

You sighed in relief. “I won’t I promise.”

“Good.” Minato sighed. “I- … I hope I see you soon, Y/N.”

You hoped not. “Bye, Minato.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

You hung up the phone and finally let your emotions collapse.

You felt warm hot tears run down your cheeks and you breathed in deeply but in fast short breaths. You hunched over, bringing your hands to your eyes as you started to sob.

That good-for-nothing bastard.

Fuck-! Why couldn’t you just have waited to meet your soulmate!

You hated it! You hated you! You hated Minato!

You just wanted your soulmate - whoever they were - to hold you. You just wanted to be loved and wanted.

Would you even be able to love your soulmate? It seemed as if it was going to purely be sexual.

God, what if you weren’t lovable?

You sat up and looked up at the ceiling and took in some deep breaths.

Breathe. Just breathe Y/N, breathe.

Inhale, exhale.

You were going to be okay. You had to.

You picked up the last of the shattered plate, wrapping it up in plastic before dropping it into the bin. This was a new start, remember? You are going to be amazing.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuko bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #x reader #female reader #soulamte au

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wooahaes · 5 months

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where the heart is

pairing: non-idol!mark x gn!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au.

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: yearning. silly sweet bf mark. reader is written to be a foreigner, but its left vague where they're from.

daisy's notes: maybe one day ill know enough to write abt the other members but he is just so <3 to me ok

The familiarity of your family’s house should have been all you needed to chase away your homesickness. So… Why were you still feeling like this?

A few days ago, your parents had picked you up from the airport, and you’d slept in your room for the first time in almost a year. This time you’d come alone, since Mark had been unable to take off work (you’d fight his boss one day for denying the request he put in months ago—him ‘needing’ Mark to work was bullshit when they had plenty of time to plan around his absence). Hopefully next time, you’d have Mark asleep next to you while you planned for something else to show him about your home. Yet the entire time you’d been home, you couldn’t shake this feeling from your chest. You were home with your family, and yet some part of you felt this awful yearning to go home again. At first, you had chalked it up to you knowing that you’d leave again…

But it clicked after a while. You had yearned to see your family and the house you grew up in, that had been true, but now you were yearning for your home. So you decided to pick up your phone and try to remedy that, even by a little.

Mark had picked up, half-asleep when he answered. You weren’t sure if he was just napping or actually sleeping with his current work schedule, but you’d apologize for that later. All you needed was to see that sleepy face squinting at the phone, his hair messy as hell as he slowly recognized your face.

“Hi, baby,” his sleep-riddled voice had croaked out. “Everything good?”

That feeling dissipated a little. “It’s better now,” you said, sitting down on your bed. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“Nah, nah,” he mumbled, “I’m good. I’m awake. I’m—” He stifled a yawn for a moment. “I’m awake, I swear. Everything good at home?”

“Yeah, yeah… Everything’s fine.”

Mark sat up, suddenly looking a bit more awake than before. “You can tell me,” he said. “I’m awake now, I swear—”

With a sigh, you flopped back onto your bed. “Just… I dunno. I’m here, and I thought that would get rid of the homesickness, and it mostly does, but…”

“But?”

How were you supposed to say it without getting embarrassed…? “I… miss my home still.”

“But you’re—” Mark stopped short, the realization dawned on him. “Aw… Babe…”

“Don’t say it.”

“I’m your home?” He was smiling hard, and you buried your face in your free hand. “No, no, it’s cute! Don’t get embarrassed! It’s cute, I swear!”

“It’s just weird to hear it out loud.”

He chuckled warmly. “Well,” he shifted, running a hand through his hair. “You’re my home, too.”

You whined, “Mark…”

“I mean it! It always feels like home when you’re around.” His eyes were twinkling when he looked at you, and you started to wish he was there with you all over again. “It’s like… I dunno. I go out with my bros and stuff, but it’s not the same, y’know? You’re not here to remind me to stop ordering so much takeout and stuff.”

It earned a snort from you. “Because you’re not the best cook, Mark.”

“Right! But, like, I can manage… probably. I’m gonna get better. Once you get back, you can teach me all those cool recipes again and I’ll keep practicing.”

You let out a blissful sigh at the idea. Sure, not all of your cooking lessons landed well, but you still loved spending the time with Mark. “We can try again, yeah,” you smiled, not quite so focused on him anymore. That hollow feeling in your chest had disappeared. “Mark?”

“Mhm?”

“I miss you.”

He smiled again, eyes twinkling. “Oh, yeah?”

“Don’t be a dork about it,” you giggled. “I just wanted to say it.”

“Well, I miss you, too.” He ran another hand through his hair, only making it messier. “Bring me back something cool, alright? Other than you.”

It earned a snort-y laugh from you. “Mark. Baby. I’m not cool.”

“No, no, you’re like… the coolest person I know, easily.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you’re my favorite dork, you dork.”

“Your dork.”

It made you smile again. “Yeah,” you sighed blissfully. “My dork.”

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#wooahaes.dec23 #wooahaes.fic #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct imagine #nct dream imagine #nct 127 imagine #mark lee x reader #mark lee imagine #mark lee fluff

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schrodinger-swriter · 2 months

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There isn’t a lot of hurt/comfort scenarios for sir pentious so I am going to request one.

If you are comfortable with it, can you do a headcannon/scenario where reader gets taken hostage during a turf war and sir pentious goes and rescues them?

Hope I’m not breaking any rules, sorry if I am, but I hope you have a good day.

Sir Pentious rescuing the Reader

Not much to say here in the author's note! So I guess I'll just talk about my plans for the day! I am.. not looking forward to making bread today. I might do it tomorrow, I wouldn't mind doing it today if I didn't have to make a bunch of other stuff. Shrugs... But I'm making cookies! Chocolate chip, most of them being sent to a family member in the hospital. I hope he likes them C:

That aside, I hope you enjoy Anon!

Since the date for the next extermination has been announced, revealing that it was going to be coming faster than ever... it sends so many sinners into a spiral. They scramble to do anything, almost as if a last hoorah before they're all killed. Some party, other's try to take down an overlord. Many start trying to make themselves more powerful in an attempt to have a fighting chance against the exterminators. Hence, more turf wars. An all time high in violence, actually. You were just trying to get back to the hotel when you were caught. It didn't help that you were known to be in the Princess of Hell's corner, perhaps your captors thought they could bully Charlie into giving them a boost of power and control.. a little stupid on their part in hindsight given the Princess doesn't exercise her authority.

Sir Pentious is going to need to get help from other people, likely going to ask for help from others in the hotel. He only does this after his first few attempts to save you go.. terribly wrong. He's worried sick about you, he's physically sick with worry, fearing what's being done to you.

The only thing you can hear from where you're being help captive is true and utter chaos. Crashing, booming, yelling and gunfire. You don't even fully realize that Pentious is scrambling towards you. If this were any other scenario you may have giggled at the sight of him visibly steaming. But you can't bring yourself to do so, he's climbing all over you trying to get you free. He's asking a dozen questions a minute, caressing your face with his scraped up hands. He doesn't have much time before someone is yelling to just grab you and run back to the ship. In the chaos it sounded like Angel.

Pentious is going to be all over you the entire time you're in bed and recovering. He's going to come to you the second you start to utter his name. He's trying.. so hard to not bombard you with questions, instead opting to try to keep discussion with you light hearted until you're more yourself. Thankfully, if you're a sinner you're going to heal from most.. if not all.. of your injuries, so at least there's a silver lining in that.

Pentious isn't going to let you go out alone for a while, even when the turf wars outside eventually calm down. He accompanies you when you go out, bringing his eggs with him as well. He becomes even more protective of you.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #sir pentious x you #sir pentious x reader #sir pentious imagine

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buckybarnesb-tch · 2 years

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Alpha!Klaus M. x Preg- Omega!Reader HC’s

~When he found out you were pregnant he lost his God damn mind

•You momentarily had to wonder if vampires could go into shock as he froze in a way you had never seen Klaus freeze, still as a statue for about 30 seconds until you tried to walk away. You had been planning to go call Elijah for help but Klaus thought you were leaving and as you got to the door his arms wound around your waist stopping you in your tracks

•"Where do you think you're going Little Wolf?"

"I think I was going to call Elijah to make sure you were okay, glad you've rejoined the land of the living...please tell me you want it because I'm not getting rid of her."

"Are you joking?!" He seemed truly upset and you thought he was going to begin listing all of the reasons you were making a horrible choice.

"Please don't-"

"Of course you're not getting rid of our child! I mean of course it's 100% your choice but I would be devastated if you didn't want this. Don't worry love, everything is going to be okay, I'm going to take care of everything! We need to get you checked out by a doctor, preferably a supernatural one, I think Elijah can help with that. We're going to need to move you out of this apartment and into the mansion with me, finally!" He crouched down to face your stomach, lifting your shirt and kissing just above your belly button. "Thank you my little Princess for finally making your Mommy move in with Daddy, she's been fighting me on that for far too long-"

"Because your family is a lot!"

"Don't speak of my Littlest Wolfs aunts and Uncles like that! Even if you are right." He stood back up, wrapping his arms back around you and rubbing your butt just how he knew you liked. "We need to set up the room next to ours as a nursery, get it painted a nice color, I can do some skylines, maybe some fun animals for her, I'm sure she'll love it. We'll get a great crib, a rocking chair so she can sleep in my arms and never use said crib, I'll send Rebekah for clothes, you won't have to worry about anything, I promise my love! She's going to love everything we-wait...how do you know it's a she?" You broke down laughing at that point, unable to stop at the innocent look on the face of your hybrid Alpha before responding.

"I just feel it." He placed his hand over yours on your stomach and kissed your head.

"Im sure you're right."

•You we're completely moved in with ALL of your stuff from your apartment in under an hour, putting everything in the already empty drawers and seeing how long Klaus had been waiting for you to move in with him.

~His siblings were very supportive, they had loved you since the moment Klaus introduced you to them, all loving how you calmed their brother in a way they had never seen before

•Elijah was sure from the moment he saw you that you were the redemption he had always believed existed for his younger brother and the moment you told him you were pregnant his heart soared. Elijah loved his family more than anything else in the world and the idea of adding a new member to it was everything he could have hoped for since the day they found Freya. He helped Niklaus with the nursery as much as his hybrid brother would allow before turning to you and being sure to check on you at least 45 times a day, sometimes 46.

•Freya was thrilled. She was psyched at the idea of training a new Mikaelson witch, even if she had quite a few years to go before that, excited to see how happy her little brother was as he waited on you hand and foot, even when you needed nothing. She put a silencing spell on your room for you so you could get some peace and quiet as well as a lock charm on the door that not even Klaus could break, much to his displeasure. You didn't use it much but as the mood swings got worse you knew it would come in handy.

•Kol tried to seem indifferent and everyone thought he was, everyone but you. You noticed how he watched you the next morning as you walked through the kitchen, Klaus was still in bed otherwise he would be the one watching you like a hawk so Kol took it upon himself, discreetly. You hadn't had any morning sickness today and were actually hungry so you began making French toast for yourself, getting everything out and just as you cracked the shell, getting a smell of the raw eggs, your stomach turned and you gagged, turning to find a trash bucket right in front of you in your brother in laws hands. You doubled over it, taking it from him and he took hold of your hair, pulling it up into a messy bun.

•"Why don't I make the French toast for you Y/n, okay? You go sit at the counter."

"Oh...thank you Kol, that's very helpful." You washed your mouth out in the sink before drying your face and taking hold of the coffee pot when it was snatched out of your grasp.

"No you don't! No coffee for the pregnant lady, I think Nik picked you up some juice at the store yesterday. Sit, I'll get it." You were stunned but couldn't help your smile, nodding and hopping into the seat at the island counter. At that moment you felt familiar hands around you and a kiss on your cheek.

"Good morning Little Wolf, how are you feeling?" Apple juice was then set down in front of you by the youngest Mikaelson brother and you took a big gulp, seeing a shocked look on Klaus' face.

"I'm okay, Kol is making me French toast cause the smell of the eggs made me sick, isn't that sweet?" Klaus snorted and Kol grumbled as he began frying the egg covered bread but you knew he was happy to do it either way.

•Rebekah was the only one who treated you no different, knowing you would prefer it like that. The only difference she had was the shopping addiction, which in retrospect wasn’t really a difference, the only difference was the clothes weren’t for her. You had an outfit for EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. of your baby's first year of life by the end of the week.

•"It's all necessary Y/n."

"Rebekah, she'll grow out of them before she can even wear everything!"

"Well then you're just going to have to have more than one!" With that thought in mind Klaus was even happier, taken by the idea of breeding you full of another baby the second you gave birth to this one. DAMMIT REBEKAH!

~If you thought Klaus was protective before, think again. He was down right POSSESSIVE now

•He took you to Starbucks later that week to get you a shaken tea with lemonade, your favorite drink that wasn't coffee as, like Kol, he refused to let you drink that anymore and he had sat you at a table while he went to grab your drinks. A second later you saw a man before you, a coffee cup in his grasp and a bright smile on his face as he looked at you, commenting quickly on how gorgeous you looked today.

•"Isn't she just? Pregnancy suits my lovely girl so much, just like your neck at a 90 degree angle is going to suit you if you don't get the fuck away from her right now." The calm way he said it was the startling thing and the man was gone faster than you thought a human could be.

•He got irritated every time one of his siblings helped you with anything. He was distracted by the nursery he was painting so Elijah and Kol had been waiting on you practically hand and foot, and though it was driving you insane it was pissing Niklaus off.

•“She’s having my baby! Not yours! Stop doing my job!” You overheard him screaming at his brothers one morning, thinking you were still in bed and realizing Elijah had made you breakfast.

“Nik, they just want to help.” Rebekah defended, even though she found the whole thing comical.

“She’s my Omega, I’m supposed to take care of her-“

“And YOUR Omega is carrying OUR niece, we want to help. We’re not saying you can’t do it Niklaus, but you’ve been busy making sure your daughters nursery is perfect, let us assist while you do that.”

“Yeah, you can still take care of everything your Omega needs in the bedroom, we won’t take that from you.” Kol teased and you instantly knew that was your moment to come in, before someone gets injured.

“Good morning!” You shouted and everyone turned to greet you except your Alpha who was already facing his brother and just before he moved you shoved your way into his arms. “It was a joke Alpha, just a joke. Breathe.”

~Your Alpha was sure to warn every single potential enemy away from you, The Salvatore’s, Tyler Lockwood, the Bennett witch, Everyone!

•You had escaped one morning before anyone woke up, just wanting to go out alone and as you got to the grille and ordered your breakfast omelet full or cheese and bacon that you were craving you were joined in your booth by Damon Salvatore.

•“Omega.” He greeted, as if it was some kind of nickname.

“Call me that again and I will have my Alpha tear out your tongue and shove it up your asshole.” He rolled his eyes, but nodded none the less.

“Apologies. Look, I’m here to ask that you keep him on a shorter leash.” You looked up at him strangely as your plate was placed on the table along with your soda. “He’s threatening everyone left and right for doing absolutely nothing. Say what you will about how much we hate the Mikaelson’s but we would never hurt an Omega, let alone a pregnant one just to hurt them.” You knew Niklaus had spoken to them but you didn’t know it was to this extent.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him. However if I find out this is a lie I will kill you myself, I won’t need his help.” Damon nodded his head, jumping up and darting off quickly as you saw Nik run in with Elijah behind him, sighing in relief when he saw you.

“You can’t do that love, I thought you were hurt! What…was Damon here? I’ll kill-“

“Nikky. Stop. He told me how much you’re going out of your way to threaten them and I really don’t think they have an interest in me. Leave them alone. If you find out they’re up to something that’s different but stop trying to make people hate us more, it’s going to put our daughters life in danger even more.” He looked to be taking what you were saying to heart and you took his hand in yours. “Order something and have breakfast with me…and order me more hash browns.” He couldn’t hide his smile as you said this, going back to your food as Elijah flagged down the waitress, joining you as well.

~The day Klaus met his daughter he fell completely in love and you knew you would be having more children if not just to see that look on his face again.

•You had decided to call her Hope and everyone fell in love with the name.

•Your Alpha didn’t even want her to sleep in her crib and she didn’t. He laid her on your bed nestled safely in the pillows so he could tend to her instantly when she cried. When you finally put your foot down about her sleeping in her crib, you found him, quite often, not in your bed and sleeping on the floor in her room.

•He adored her, as did everyone and there was never a moment Hope wasn’t in someone’s arms.

•You had to throw a fit one day before everyone seemed to realize you wanted to hold your own baby, the scared looks on these Original vampires faces would have been funny if you hadn’t been so pissed. The apology you got later was one reserved for you, a genuine apology from your Alpha would be worth its weight in gold to anyone else but you demanded it and he knew it. It was the first night he slept in your bed all night, letting you tend to Hope when you heard her cry on the baby monitor.

•Your Alpha was happy. Truly happy, never believing having a daughter would be possible.

•“She’s gonna be a Daddy’s girl. Practically already is.” You told him, standing beside him as he stood in her doorway, watching her sleep.

“She’s going to adore you Little Wolf.” I nodded.

“I know, I’m her mom, she’d better but…I just figure we’re gonna need to try again if I want to have a little Momma’s boy, I’ve always wanted a son.” I admitted and he looked down at me, barely disguising the hopeful look on his face.

“Do you mean it? Really, you want-“

“I think we should get started right away.” I had barely finished the sentence when I was scooped off of my feet and hauled to our bedroom, right passed Elijah.

“We’ll start cleaning out another bedroom tomorrow, shall we?” He asked and as he slammed the door he shouted back.

“The room next to Hope’s will be perfect.”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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AITA for telling the teacher I made a group project all by myself which made my classmates get a worse grade?

Background: im 16F and in eleventh grade, im in a new school which is only for eleventh and twelfth grade. So my whole class was all people who didn’t know each other. This happened in the first few weeks of school. Also english isnt my first language and I’m a very shy person.

We got the task from our English teacher in our first English lesson to make a presentation and poster. She choose our groups and we just sat together for like two minutes and then the lesson was over and I completely forgot who I was in a group with because I didn’t yet know anyone’s names. We had to do the presentation three weeks later so I figured in that time someone else would reach out to the group so I don’t really need to know who was in my group.

No one else reached out for a week and the teacher was sick for the next week so I couldn’t ask her who was in my group. So we now only have less than two weeks left to do the project.

I send a message in the class group chat asking who’s in my group. No one answers. A few hours later i send a message again and no one answers again.

So I decide, ok, im just gonna start this by myself and the others can help later I guess. So I get a big piece of paper, do some research, print pictures etc… I also message the group chat with pictures of what I’m doing.

We are now at the weekend before the presentation is supposed to be on Thursday and I still don’t know who’s in my group. A different classmate sends a message in the group chat to ask who’s in her group, and someone replies to her with some names, including MY name.

So I finally know my group and I make a group chat with just us and ask them about ideas and if they could maybe write some texts for the poster and what part of the presentation they want to do. No one answers. I keep doing the poster alone and send pictures. I don’t get more back than „looks good“ and „👍“.

Now we’re at the day before the presentation. I have a finished poster and I’m writing the last part of the text while sitting at the kitchen table. My sister is sitting there too and doing homework. I’m complaining about how I did the whole thing by myself and the others completely ignored my messages. She says I should just say to the teacher that I did it all alone. I don’t really want to do that, but frustrated as I am I write on the back of the poster „100% (my name)‘s work“, kinda as a joke, and actually planning to erase it later, but I forget to erase it.

It’s Thursday, we do our presentation as the last group before the break. The others read the texts I wrote. We don’t get our grades told yet but it’s not a bad presentation.

After the lesson we change rooms and I stay behind for some reason I don’t remember, when the teacher wants to talk to me because she saw that writing on the back of the poster and she asks if I really did the poster by myself. I say yes because it’s true and it literally is written there so how am I supposed to lie. She also notices that the texts everyone read (she collected those too) are all in my hand writing. So it’s clear to her I did the whole thing alone.

A week later we get told what grades we got. I have a 1 (best grade) while the other group members have a 4 (barely passing). They ask why and the teacher says they would have gotten a 6 (worst grade) but they at least did the oral presentation. She explains that I told her I prepared the presentation all alone, and then not just my group but the whole class erupted and called me an asshole and worse things until I actually started to cry and no one talked to me for weeks. The other people in my group said to the teacher and the class that I told them I wanted to do the project alone, which I didn’t, but maybe it seemed like that because I had already started it when I found out who was in my group?

My family said everyone else was an AH for making me do all the work and stuff. But I’m not sure because of that giant negative reaction that not just the people involved, but also the rest of the class had. I‘m quite a solitary person and didn’t have friends in the school I went to before this one, and because of that I’ve always made group projects alone and don’t know the etiquette around them. I also do feel bad that they got a bad grade because of me, especially if they really thought I didn’t want help.

TDLR: I did a group project alone because my group ignored me. We did the presentation together, and I told the teacher that I made the poster and the content of the presentation alone. The teacher then gave the rest of my group a bad grade. My entire class insulted me until I cried when they found out. I don’t have good social skills so im not sure if I was right or wrong.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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deadlymagicbeans · 1 year

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May I please request fluffy domestic headcanons for Sparda boys? Just quiet home life with their SO, they deserve it so much :'-)

**Hey Anon! it'd be my pleasure! these boys deserve a long nap and some cuddles as their lives are so chaotic haha. Thanks for requesting this! - Bean**

Devil May Cry: Dante, Vergil, Nero Domestic Headcanons with their S/O

*Gender neutral pronouns for S/O*

Dante:

Considering he's out for jobs a lot to pay the bills, when on his off days he's very laidback and not wanting to do anything at all. Most of the time he's begging his S/O to come lay with him when they're up and about, He's a cuddle monster and will not let his partner go once he has his grip on them.

Loves the quiet moments he gets. whether him and his S/O be cooking (aka forcing him to save money instead of spending it on pizza much to Dante's whining), laying in bed watching old reruns of corny romance movies with them or just spending the day away doing nothing at all, he cherishes them. He's a very busy man and has seen the horrors from literally hell and back, so for him to spend a day doing nothing and to be around the person he loves the most it gives him a glimpse of a life of normality he craves oh so much.

Wants to wake his S/O up with breakfast in bed, as you know it's what a normal domestic couple would do right? but every time this man sleeps in way past 1pm to the point he gets briefly upset if he finds out his S/O was up before him which spoils his plans. (he's catching up on like 20+ years of sleep, he's knocked out cold.)

Loves to take bubble baths, it's a luxury he didn't have until he had his shop (and when his water bill is paid), but only saves them for times when he can share them with his S/O and cause you know water ain't cheap?

Overall he loves the quiet home life him and his S/O have when life isn't constantly trying to throw deadly demonic curveballs at him but he wouldn't change it for the world.

Vergil:

Relaxing? Vergil? no chance, this man is always up and ready to pounce whenever the next threat or fool tries to challenge him. But with a S/O he will calm down just a tiny bit but still always on high guard.

When he's truly comfortable, he seeks to be alone. but the only exception he'll accept is with his S/O, Most of the time it's him sat reading a book with his S/O fast asleep hugging him.

He has a stash like Dante. but this time it's books, piles and piles of Books. You won't find him reading any romance novels anytime soon though as he finds them in his own words "Distasteful".

He isn't the best at a normal domestic life as he's pretty much never had one up until now. The concept of a "day off" is absurd to him, there must be no time off in the seek for greater power... but that can wait for a few hours while he stuck to the bed by his S/O's demanding cuddles (get this man to sleep, he needs it).

He would never say it out loud but he secretly loves to spend time with his S/O alone in those peaceful moments, gives him a small life outside his normal life (if you could call it normal). Heck even over time he might open up to his partner more and more with his physical touch and life. (only alone that is, if anyone else comes in *Cough* Dante *Cough*, Vergil immediately is back to his normal standoffish self)

Nero:

Nero is the only Sparda family member with the most normal balance of hunting and home life than the other two, so overall Nero spends the most amount of time in his off time with his S/O. but it still isn't that much.

Wouldn't confess it it publicly but he loves the closeness of domestic life, too others it may seem mundane but to Nero? it's the closest he'll ever get to a normal life and he'd be damn sure nobody will interrupt it.

Loves doing stuff for his S/O, like cooking (also i see Nero being the only one not to burn down a building by just turning a oven on), chores etc. his outward appearance may him him grumble but this man will want any chance to be around his S/O more.

Nero loves to cuddle or do anything that involves the chance too, sleeping? yes, watching a new series together? also a yes. but ever try to bring it up in front of anyone else and he'll deny any of that happened (Everyone knows he's lying).

Doesn't have a "stash" like the other two but loves video games, he has a small collection of games he personally enjoys but unlike the others Nero is willing to let his S/O play a game or two while he watches them. He thinks it's cute to watch them rage at a boss fight, just don't get him to do it because if he finds it hard then he might have to buy a new remote.

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc5 #dmc nero #nero #vergil #dmc vergil #dante #dmc dante #fanfiction requests #fanfiction #headcanon #domestic life #fluff #open requests #nero x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader

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metalomagnetic · 8 months

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I was curious to know why do you think that in canon, why did dumbledore not fight for Sirius to get a trial, despite knowing him in school. I’ve seen many people bash dumbledore for this reason but I thought that he was simply convinced that Sirius had changed sides

I think that's not Albus' as a character fault, but JKR not planning ahead. That mistake was an oversight of JK, really.

That being said, to make it make sense, I think (and write) Sirius was very badly behaved- he was a bit cruel, a bit of a bully, a wild card, came from Black family, probably used some questionable spells now and again or said something bigoted without realising (as anyone raised in a bigoted family would do, even unconsciously); I think he did some bad stuff before his arrest, he annoyed some Order Members etc, so when he was caught amongst dead muggles and with a finger left of Pettigrew, and Sirius was laughing his head off and then admitting it's his fault....really, why wouldn't Dumbledore think Sirius changed sides and went back to his family? Especially since Bellatrix was arrested a few days later, confirmed as a devout Death Eater, and Regulus was mysteriously 'missing' and his other cousin married to another Death Eater.

I like to think Dumbledore would have wanted a trial for him and all the other men that didn't get one, but these were troubled times, martial law was probably in place, huge changes were being made in the Ministry- the aftermath of a war is rarely about justice. It's about cleaning up the mess, fast, and in real life many men like Sirius ended up in prison.

So yes, it probably made sense to Dumbledore- Sirius had an upbringing and behaviours that hinted at a possibility of betrayal, and Sirius laughing over corpses didn't much help. It seemed obvious, so they went with it.

Same for Aurors not checking his wand for spells- it seemed he did it, he confessed, why bother? It was chaos, the very next morning after V's death, and they were arresting suspected Death Eater left, right and centre, so no need to investigate a 'sure case'. Like I said, it happens very often in really life, after an abrupt change of regime or civil war etc.

On top of it, Dumbledore is neither an Auror, nor a Minister- this was the Ministry's job, not Dumbledore's, and they failed spectacularly. Maybe he did ask, maybe he enquired about Sirius and Barty Crouch or Fudge or anyone else said that he confessed (which Sirius sort of did, saying it was his fault, that he got them killed, etc. He kept saying that even to Harry in book 3, making all of us reader believe he truly was a killer, the vague way in which he was speaking. Again, this is bad writing by JK, to get some drama in with the ol' miscommunication trope).

So that's how I try to make it work. It's one thing to view Albus as a flawed character, as a manipulator, but quite another to look at that man and believe he willingly threw Sirius in Azkaban (as if he had that power) just so he can 'steal' Harry away from him.

Hell, maybe he even asked Remus 'do you think this is likely?' and Remus would have said yes. Of course it was Sirius, because James made him Secret Keeper, because they were besties; who else could it have been? Silly little Peter? No way, he was not skilled enough, and James wouldn't have trusted Peter with the Secret over Sirius.

I don't think Dumbledore was too close with these kiddos, really. It's more questionable to me that Remus never thought to question what he heard, because, unlike Dumbledore, he knew Sirius, knew this was the boy that wanted to risk his life to become an animagus just so he could keep him company; he knew how tight Sirius and James were.

Alas, it seems even for Remus, Sirius betrayal seemed a likely story, and this must be because Sirius was going around acting like a menace, way before he was arrested.

#sirius black #hp meta #albus dumbledore

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Pair Of Aces - Chapter 2. Day Two

Pair of Aces

Chapter: 2. Day Two

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.5k~

Summary: After arriving in Evergreen on Waller’s orders, the newest member of Task Force X and Vigilante head out to their first mission together. Chapter Content: Mentions of Violence/torture

A/N: Part two is finally done~ This chapter ended up a lot longer than originally planned and I hope you all enjoy it! Gotta feed my Vigilante obsession somehow.

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She had trouble sleeping in her new home, the most nondescript rental apartment she’d ever been in. It was drab, plain and boring. Nothing more than four beige walls separated the living room from the four beige walls in the medium-sized bedroom and four more off-beige walls in the small kitchen. She spent the afternoon rifling through her meagre pile of belongings, a stack of six cardboard boxes and two large black duffels that contained all her possessions. Sorting through the mix of personal and professional items she managed to grab enough clothing, toiletries and equipment for the mission. Luckily, it all fit in one of the duffel bags and her purse.

After a quick microwave dinner, tasting just as plain as the apartment walls she now lived in, she was ready to go just before 8:00 pm. Vigilante was supposed to pick her up any minute now so she made her way downstairs. Just as she walked outside, a beat-up Sebring pulled up to a stop in front of her building. She quickly recognized the masked driver and walked over to the vehicle. Vigilante looked a little out of place behind the wheel, with his full mask on but jeans and a pullover instead of the full suit. She slung her bag in the back and settled into the passenger seat without a word, eager to get going.

The sooner this is over with, the better.

According to her GPS, the motel they were staying at was about an hour's drive outside of town. She stared out the window at the trees zipping by while the radio played top 40 hits hoping to pass the time quickly. After about fifteen minutes on the road, Vig started talking.

"Have you ever been to Evergreen before?"

She fidgeted with her phone in her lap as she reread her most recent message.

From: Blondie

Sent: 6:59 pm

I know he’s a fucking weirdo but you have to be nice to him. If you fuck this up, I’ll kill you myself. Drinks next weekend?

-Harcourt

Sighing in resignation, she answered him.

"Nope, never. I don't get out to Washington very often."

"Do you like it so far?"

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop her instinctual sarcastic response.

"It's…quaint."

Vigilante laughed at that. "It's a shithole, it's okay. You're allowed to say that."

"Definitely not my favourite place to work, that's for sure." She laughed lightly along with him.

She discovered he was much more tolerable without Peacemaker around and that he was a total chatterbox. Once he started talking, he didn't stop for the entire drive. She learned he grew up in Evergreen and had only travelled a few times. A couple of trips to Seattle as a kid and once to Wisconsin to visit family. In contrast, she told him how she barely ever stopped travelling and how exhausting life on the road can be. The pair settled into a comfortable rapport as the scenery flew by.

Before long a deserted strip of parking lot came into view up ahead. Vigilante turned at the blinking MOTEL sign and pulled into a parking spot at the far end of the empty lot.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and turned towards him. "Alright, I'll go check in and you can unload the gear."

"Why do I have to carry all the stuff?"

She leaned over and poked his masked cheek. "Because you're a weirdo who won't take this off."

"There's nothing weird about protecting my secret identity." He grumbled and swatted her hand away but dutifully retrieved the bags as she made her way to the main building.

The clerk barely acknowledged her as she checked in with the fake names Harcourt had booked them under. The place seemed ancient and cramped but was less run down than she initially expected. The motel really showed its age when the clerk handed her the physical door keys for the suite, still not looking up from their screen. She took the keys, complete with tacky keychains with “Room 109” emblazoned on them, and headed back outside to the parking lot.

She gestured towards Vigilante to follow her as she walked along the row of rooms looking for their suite. She found it at the very end of the property, furthest from both the office and the road.

Smart move Blondie.

It was a clever spot for a temporary safe house. With only one shared wall and windows on both sides, the suite backed into the Washington woodlands that surrounded them. The location would help them stay out of sight and sequestered from any other potential guests or passersby, with cover if they needed to get out quickly.

She took in the size of the units before she approached the correct door. Along with the cramped office, the rooms seemed on the small side. She didn’t have too much stuff with her, just enough clothes, personal items and equipment to last the week. She wasn’t sure what Vigilante had brought but hopefully, there would be enough space.

Wait, is this a single or a double room?

She felt a brief moment of panic before putting the key in the lock and turning the handle.

Please have more than one bed, for the love of god.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the pair crossed the threshold into the motel room and immediately saw two twin beds pushed along the far wall directly opposite the door. Horribly patterned linens and curtains decorated the interior and the beige walls reminded her of the rental she was staying in. A small living room area with a loveseat, coffee table and TV unit was tucked into the corner, with a mini fridge and coffee maker nearby. Ancient grey carpeting blanketed the suite, faded and worn down from years of use. A door around the corner led to a full bathroom with generic white tile that, gratefully, appeared clean.

She quickly walked inside with Vigilante trailing behind her. She grabbed her bags from him and claimed the bed furthest against the wall for herself, throwing her things on top.

“Is it okay if I take this one?” She asked in an attempt to be polite.

He nodded in agreement and chucked his own bags on the other mattress, looking around the room in interest. He began humming slightly as he wandered slowly around the room, inspecting all the lights, outlets and windows. From her place sitting on the bed, she watched him carefully for a few moments before interrupting him.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Checking for cameras and bugs, duh.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s a waste of time. Basic ARGUS protocol, this place would have been scanned and cleared before we even got here.”

He turned to face her, cocking his head to the side in confusion. “Who the fuck is Argus?”

“What?” She shot him a look of disbelief. “ARGUS isn’t a person. It’s the name of the department we work for.”

“I thought it was called Task Force X?”

“No, that’s the name of our team.” She started to speak slowly as if he were a child. “The department is called ARGUS and our division is called Task Force X. Did you not read the onboarding documents?"

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Uhh … I don’t know what that is.“

She stared at him, mouth slightly open in shock. “Please tell me you at least read the contract paperwork before signing it, right?”

“... There was paperwork?”

“Oh, my god.” She sat on the edge of the bed and covered her face with her hands in frustration.

Who the fuck signs up for black ops gig and doesn’t even check who they’re working for?!

She was stunned by his lack of care about his work. “Why did you even take this job?”

“Because Peacemaker’s back in town!” He seemed so excited about his answer but it meant nothing to her.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

"Peacemaker was gone for like, ever. But now he's back and there's cool shit happening. I had to make sure he was okay, that's what best friends do because we're best friends by the way." He really needed to make sure she knew that. "He's working on whatever this butterfly shit is so now I am too!"

She was appalled by his reasoning. “So let me get this straight. You signed up for an undisclosed black ops government mission and didn’t even read anything about it before taking the fucking job … just because you want to hang out with Peacemaker?”

“Uh, yeah. Obviously. Spending time with my best friend and killing bad guys, it’s a total win-win! What more do I need to know?”

She made a disgusted face at his carefree attitude. “Fucking capes.”

He cocked his head to the side again while observing her visible distaste. “You keep saying that, what’s a cape anyways?”

Christ, does this man know anything at all?

She glared at him from across the room. “Capes means superhero garbage. Wacky costumes, dumb names, weird powers. Justice League shit. You know, capes.”

“Why do you hate them so much?” He was curious.

She sighed. “It’s just …capes make this job way harder. They always show up after everyone else, blasting shit around with laser eyes or whatever, with no regard for the infrastructure around them. They cause so much damage and then just fly off before the dust settles. They get all the press and front page photo spreads, while every other grunt on the ground is picking bodies out of the rubble for days on end.” She felt agitated and tense the more she spoke. “There’s no spotlight to grab for all the people who keep the world running every other day of the week when fucking Superman catches a car in Times Square or some insane bullshit. I just can’t stand them. No responsibility, no consequences, just glory-seeking and posturing.”

He listened to her rant patiently before offering his opinions in return. “Superman is a fucking pussy.”

She snickered at that and tried to hide her grin while he continued.

“Batman too. That asshole doesn’t even kill people! How is that helping? Just letting Joker live, over and over! He’s just gonna do it again dude, he does it every time.”

“Right! What the hell is that shit?” She openly grinned at him this time. He may have smiled back but she couldn’t see his face under the mask.

At least we agree on something, maybe this won’t be so bad. … I wonder what his smile looks like.

She shook her head to clear that last unhelpful thought and instead watched as Vigilante moved around on his bed, still muttering insults about the Justice League. He had dumped out his bags while they chatted and was tossing clothing around as he dug out his toothbrush and toothpaste. He hadn’t noticed her staring and she quickly looked away when he turned back towards her.

“Not sure why you’re calling me a cape though. My name’s not dumb and my costume is not wacky. Also, I don’t have superpowers.”

“Wait, what?” That caught her completely off guard. “You don’t have any powers?”

“Nope!” He sounded entirely unbothered.

“No super strength? X-ray vision? Fancy gadgets or tech?”

He laughed in amusement. “Nope, nope and man, I fucking wish. That would be sick.”

She was stumped. “Then why the fuck do you dress like that?”

“Hey, my outfit is both tactical and fashionable! I don’t know what your deal with teal is but respect the suit.” He waggled a finger at her in a warning.

She scoffed at his defensive response. “What kind of hero, powers or not, wears fucking teal? Come on, name one!”

“Aquaman!” He blurted out.

She shook her head. “No way, that is sea green at best. Plus, that dude fucks fish. You don't fuck fish do you?”

“No! God no!” He jumped off the bed in a rush to defend himself again. “I fuck humans, thank you very much. Real human women.

“Very reassuring.” She nodded solemnly at him. “I definitely believe you.”

“Thank god. I don’t want any rumours going around.” He sounded relieved, clearly missing her sarcastic tone. She kept quiet and watched him head over to the bathroom to change and brush his teeth.

Wait. Is he…limping?

She paid closer attention to his feet when he finally exited in his pyjamas and walked back over to the beds. There was a subtle but noticeable drag on his right side.

“Hey, are you all good?”

He didn’t seem to understand the question so she continued. “Your right foot? You’re limping. Are you okay?”

He tensed and straightened up immediately. “I’m fine. Nothing happened.”

“Well, that’s not suspicious or worrisome at all.” She raised an eyebrow at him.

He sighed and flopped down gently on his mattress, staring up at the ceiling. “I … kind of got tortured last week.”

She snapped to attention, clearly not expecting that explanation. “Do you want to talk about it?” She hadn’t intended to start such a serious conversation but she knew she needed to proceed carefully.

“No.” He paused, sighed again and turned to look over at her. “...maybe?”

She studied him carefully, trying to make eye contact behind his glaring red visor. “Can you at least tell me how you’re injured? Do you need any medical assistance?”

"Why are you being so nice?" His tone was suspicious.

She paused for a moment. It wasn't exactly her own choice but she didn't hate the way they were getting along. She took a deep breath and tried to think of a good explanation.

"We officially work together now. Out in the field, it's life or death a lot of the time." She looked over at him with what she hoped was a reassuring face. "We need to trust each other. So I'm going to try and be nicer to you from now on. … emphasis on the try."

She looked away and muttered that last part under her breath.

"Oh. That makes sense." He thought for a moment. "You can still be mean sometimes if you want. It doesn't bother me much."

She laughed. "Well thanks, but I definitely won't be mean about you getting hurt, alright? Are you sure you're okay?"

He glanced down at his socked right foot and then back at her and nodded. “My foot is healing okay. Just a bit sore, I might walk funny for a bit. Goff tried to cut off my pinky toe with an unreasonably dull knife.”

She winced in sympathy at the gory mental image. Annoying or not, nobody deserved that.

Poor guy.

After a moment, she finally registered the name he mentioned. “Wait, Goff? Royland Goff?”

Vigilante nodded again. “In the mansion basement. He had me and Peacemaker tied up.” He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. “He wanted information about who sent us and used me to try and force Peacemaker to talk.”

“Holy shit.” She didn’t really know what else to say. “That’s super fucked up.”

“Right?! Who does that? Honestly, I thought without my pinky toe I’d fall over all the time but apparently that’s not true. It just hurts real fucking bad for a while, which sucks but I’m glad I can still walk. Plus my balls don't hurt anymore though, so that's good."

She nearly choked on her own spit. "Excuse me? Your … balls?"

"Oh, yeah." He shrugged at her nonchalantly. "Goff also hooked jumper cables up to my balls and electrocuted me several times."

"What the actual fuck?!"

He rushed to reassure her. "They're fine now though! Everything still works!"

"I didn't need to know that." She pulled a face at his oversharing. "That's just …wow. That's really brutal."

"It wasn't a great time, that's for sure." His voice then perked up a bit. "I didn't break though. Not even once!"

Well, that's impressive.

"Aw, thanks." He sounded happy at the praise.

Shit, did I say that out loud?

It was true, most seasoned agents can't even withstand that kind of torture. But she didn't mean to say that aloud and stroke Vigilante's ego even further. She ignored him and focused on another key piece of the situation. “None of this was in the report.”

She started fidgeting with the edge of the comforter on her bed, feeling increasingly anxious. These were extremely important details about the Goff mission that most definitely had not appeared in any of the files she had read.

He was confused. "It didn't say anything about me getting hurt? Or about my mask coming off?"

"What?!"

"Oh fuck." He sounded panicked like he really shouldn't have brought that up.

"Your mask came off too? Did anyone see your face?"

He didn't answer. She decided to try again. "Vigilante, you need to trust me. I have to know what happened, it's really important."

He sighed and looked over at her. "After Peacemaker and I were tied up, Goff took my mask off and they both saw my face. Then the torture, then the escape and then the rescue. Kind of a shitty day overall, not going to lie."

She frowned, trying to determine what to do with the new information. “The report said you were apprehended by Judomaster, taken to an underground level then incapacitated him and executed Goff before being retrieved by the rest of the team. There was nothing about torture or your identity." She tried to remember the full report but her mind was racing with revelations.

Peacemaker gave the only statement about what happened in the basement… Peacemaker lied in his report… Peacemaker saw his face…

Shit.

"You and Peacemaker are best friends right?"

"Obviously, yes!"

She sat up and looked straight at him. "I think Peacemaker lied in his report to protect you."

"Wait, really?" He was stunned.

"The report didn't even say Vigilante, just Peacemaker and unnamed accomplice. That's really unusual. If he had mentioned what you described happened in the basement, ARGUS would have dug into you further and forced him to identify you."

"Told you we were besties." A hopeful note tinged his voice but she wasn't paying much attention. She was still mentally reviewing the mission reports and muttering to herself.

"I can't believe how messy that mission actually was. You know, if Judomaster hadn't shown up, it would have been a total sweep. In and out in under 10 minutes. That takes an exceptional level of skill and a very talented marksman.”

His voice softened. “… You think I'm skilled? And … talented?”

Shit. So much for not padding his ego.

"Hey, I'm just analyzing the report data and making observations." She threw up her hands in defence. "I don't even know anymore if that part of the report was accurate."

"Even Harcourt saw it, come on!"

She grinned at him. "All I'm saying is that first-hand experience is the only way to truly judge expertise for any skill."

“Okay,”

"Okay?" She eyed him suspiciously. "Just like that?"

"Yeah. If you need to watch me, then I'll show you." The confidence in his voice should have been a warning but it sparked something inside her.

Yes, please .

Fuck, that wasn't out loud too right? She looked over at him quickly. He hadn't responded so thank god, that had remained an inside thought. Her brain was really not behaving this evening.

“It’s late, we should go to sleep.” She hopped quickly off the bed, grabbed her pyjamas and toiletries from her bag and rushed over to the bathroom.

Brushing her teeth and washing her face in the tiny bathroom was quick work. She looked down at her sleepwear and froze for a second. She had just packed the first things she found that were seasonally appropriate, forgetting she’d be sharing a room. The thin tank top and tiny shorts she usually wore at home were comfortable but not exactly appropriate. She didn't really have any other options though, so it would have to do.

She exited the bathroom and walked back across the room. She noticed the red strip of Vigilante's visor following her as she moved and climbed into her bed.

“Are you seriously going to sleep in that thing?”

“Yes. I’m not showing you my face.” His tone shifted and she realized she should probably be careful with that topic.

“Do you sleep in the mask a lot?”

He climbed under the duvet before answering. “When I have to.”

“Isn't that uncomfortable?”

“You get used to it.”

She glanced over at him. “You put a lot of effort into protecting yourself.”

“It's not about me.” He shuffled around under the covers and rearranged his pillows. “It's about everyone else.”

What a weird thing to say.

She rolled over and fluffed her own pillow before flicking off the lamp beside her. “Goodnight Vigilante.”

An indistinguishable noise sounded from his side of the room in response while she closed her eyes and managed to drift off to sleep.

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A/N: That got a lil more emotional than I originally planned but I like this vibe for these two, sassy but sweet. Also, let it be said that Peacemaker does try his best to be a bro to Vig, he's just bad at it. Let me know what you think! More to come soon.

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sirensplayhouse · 1 year

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hii it’s ‘🪦’ anon. i wanted to come back for a quick second and share some stuff. recently, i’ve manifested so much stuff since i first sent an ask and even before that with only being in this year for two months.

month of janurary in order:

- my parents divorce being over after years (everything working out how we planned). this was also the reason i had got into LOA all those years ago, so i did cry for like a day straight, it was really my wakeup call.

- 2 week vacation to my favorite tropical area for the month of feburary (i just got back from traveling and i enjoyed myself sm)

- i tapped into the void state about two times that month as well. i affirmed for always being aware of when i’m in it.

- a healthier relationship with my family. the past few years i did struggle with feeling close with them but we’ve grown so much in a short amount of time now.

- 300 dollars worth of clothes + a skims dress (the package was gonna be way more and i had already spent a lot of money for the vacation in advance)

- three new pairs of desired shoes

- this was random but, my mom always gives me money monthly to spend freely or to save but i had already gotten that months worth. so i was like my mom is gonna give me more money, not even 30 minutes later she’s asking how much i wanted?? 😭😭

month of feburary in order:

- over the years my family has definitely gotten more lenient especially since i’m damn near grown LMAO but it feels nice to do stuff without feeling like there’s going to be consequences, so i manifested for my family to be more lenient with my desired things.

- to get rid of my cold/flu a few days before vacation. i had gotten “sick” (like a common cough and runny nose) from a family member. i haven’t been sick in years so i was genuinely pissed about it. i affirmed one night when i was sleepy to wakeup without the sickness, and when i woke-up it was gone.

- my sister got paid earlier than she expected. and the amount was a few more thousands than she normally would get. it was funny when she came to tell me because she always has to make a joke out of everything. 😭

- my mothers approval for more piercings and maybe even a tattoo? (probably not, i’d def pussy out LMDAOO)

- so this was the biggest one besides the divorce but we got offers for two homes. the same homes that we looked at years ago and it honestly freaked me out. i genuinely did want to move again so i could be closer to my friends house to hangout more (we both met through LOA about three years ago and just so happened to live almost an hour away). i glanced at both house listings online after talking to her and i believed that i was gonna move. NEXT DAY, MY MOM AND SISTER GOT TWO CALLS BACK TO BACK. so now we’re moving into both homes because of something that happened 😭 it’s not bad but it was funny. i’ll be there in less than a week so i’m excited!

- another thing that happened was earlier this month. i tapped into the void for fun through this guided hypnosis video post made by gorgeouslypink and i was curious. i didn’t have any intent on manifesting anything there nor did i actually think i was gonna go through with it. i laid down right after and i tapped into it immediately while following the last speaking. personally, i don’t feel the need for the void because at the end of the day, ts is a deep meditative state inside of me. manifesting in the void is instant, and so is manifesting any other way. i also texted my friend right before and after. she thought i was gonna do it another day by u disappeared for like an hour or two and she was shocked. i was gonna send proof of everything but idk how to do this shit through anon but changing the font tbh this is sad.

all of the stuff that i mentioned within these two past months were all manifested without using the void. i hope that this can bring more positivity and enthusiasm for a lot of people who’ll see this post. ofc you can use the void but realize your power, it all starts with you and ends with you. don’t forget that you promised yourself these things so give them to yourself. sending love 💓 i’ll check back in monthly probably bc this is fun sharing my experiences and using the pink font color 💟 see you next time!

babes……. HELLO YOU DID THAT🥺i’m so proud and happy for you ! 🫶🏾 you’re only gonna get better and better and i can’t wait🥰i hope you enjoy all you’ve manifested 🕺🏾and have an absolute ball

#sirens inbox🪄#sirens inbox 🪄#success story #success stories

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rphunter · 7 days

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Howdy! So I have multiple plots that will be below, but first here's a little bit of info about me, and then what i'm looking for from you.

A bit about me- I am 19F, so please be 18+. I write in third person, and can do Semi-lit or Lit. My ususal response is anywhere between 1-4 paragraphs, But I can write more than that and sometimes I do match my partners writing length. I've been roleplaying for a little over four years now, I enjoy it, I like writing so it's a fun little hobby for me. I am in the est. timezone, I'm pretty busy at work so my replies are more towards the afternoon, night and early mornings. Only rp on Discord. I will say that I do like ooc, but i'm shy it takes me a bit to warm up. And I use ooc to like gush over our charachters and stuff.(yes, I have my fangirl moments)

Now, here's what i'm looking for from you- 18+, can write at least one paragraph per response, writes in third person, responds more than once a day, will communicate with me. Yeah, thats about it, i'm pretty chill, if you do something I don't like i'll let ya know.

So, I'm a huge fan of Romance, fantasy and all that, I love darker themes, all that fun stuff. So, here we go.

Plot 1

Muse A is a person from the city, they ran away from home due to wanting to escape their arranged marriage, but they ended up getting lost out on the country roads. Luckily they find their way to an old restaurant, the only one in town, luckily for muse A, the stop was still open. While inside, Muse A asks about any jobs. Unfortunately, the only place looking for help is The Ranch a few miles away. Muse B runs the ranch and, well he's very picky. So most who have gone have been turned away. Muse B runs the ranch by himself, along with a few ranch hands that help him and has been looking for help, but due to his being picky he just hasn't found anyone yet. But when Muse A appears on the doorstep to the large ranchhouse, Muse B is surprised..

This would be MxF, I Would like to play as M for this one.

Plot 2

Youre the new Nanny for the Torez Family, watching the youngest member of the family, Dakota. Hes kind a little ball of energy, hes only five.. A bit of a mistake on the parents behalf if you wish to call him that. But, Dakota really likes you and even calls you family! He brags about you to his friends and is always excited when you arrive.

You go in for an interview with mrs.torez, you get to meet Dakota and she tells you that you start next week.

Your interactions with Dante an Dominick dont exactly go as planned, Dominick is kind to you and acts as a friend to you. Dante, well, Dante is cold and closed off…But he's nice to you also, it’s weird. But whenever his girlfriend is around hes ever ruder to you, and Dom sticks up for you, but..apparently Dante likes you..

Im sure you can tell, but this plot is specific towards two of my oc's, Dominick and Dante. I have it intended to be MxF with a very slow burn romance between yc and mc(Dante). Though it won't be fully focused on the relationship between the two. Again, very slow burn.

Plot 3

Muse A is a well known Sports player, lately he’s been all over the media, but not for anything good. He’s been on the news due to being at parties, doing not so good things, being with a different partner every night, and getting into fights. The press has been looking into him with each new circumstance and it's starting to affect his career badly. So his manager has decided to get him a “significant other” ..Muse B.

Their managers come together to make them into some power couple. The only issue is that the two of them cannot stand each other when they're not in front of the cameras or out in public. Even then that's a hard time for them to get along. With both Muse A and B being hate each other, being mean towards each other and much more.

Will things ever get better?

Can be MxM or MxF I'm fine with playing either muse.

Last thing I have is that we can come up with something together.

Thank you for taking the time to read my hot mess of an ad, If you're interested then please, send me a message.

Thanks!

Looking forward to hearing from ya!

#riotingabout #oc roleplay #oc rp #mxm #mxf

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bonesandthebees · 7 months

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as an adult fanfiction writer myself (i'm in my 20s, too), it's really impressive how much progress you've made with your writing. how do you balance writing with other adult priorities? this is what i struggle myself; i want to be able to write, but i don't seem to have enough time. i recently deleted all my old drafts and most of my outlines so i could focus on writing a few stories in mind. idk if this is the way to go, but i made my decision.

p.s. i'm on my way to read your sbi stories, they sound great.

oooo what a good question!

well, for one thing I think I need to say that I'm technically unemployed at the moment (and technically have been for the past year due to family stuff going on) which definitely gives me more time to write compared to if I had a full time job. but at the same time I do kind of have a job? I don't like revealing too many details about my personal life on this blog, but let's just say I kind of work for a family member (but I don't get paid for it). either way, I do have more free time than the average 23 year old probably does so that certainly helps

at the same time though, I actually wrote more while I was a full time uni student. like, I wrote clinic in 6 months during my senior year of uni. still not sure how I did that one. so maybe it's not the unemployment thing lol

ok I rambled a bit too much on this so I'm going to put it under the cut

either way, I do have a lot of daily responsibilities that I have to schedule my writing around which does present a challenge. I'd say two major things contribute to me being able to write so much: one, I just write way faster than most people can write. And two: I put a lot of effort into recognizing the scope of my own abilities, and try not to put too many projects on my plate at once.

with the whole being able to write really fast thing, that's the result of years and years of intensive writing practice. from the time I was around 13-14ish, I started trying to write almost daily. around 15 is when I discovered fanfic, and once I was actually able to write things I could post online and get feedback on, whenever I sat down for a near daily writing session my goal would be to write a minimum of 1k words. a lot of the time I missed this goal, but it was fine and I just kept trying, not beating myself up too much about it because I viewed it all as practice. I wanted to get really good at writing, which is why I just kept at it, knowing it would get easier with time. and it did!

in short, practicing writing, any writing at all regardless of if it's going to be published or not, will help you get faster at writing. now this is going to conflict with the next thing I talk about, but I digress

now, the easier thing to emulate is managing the projects you work on. in my head I have about 3 categories of wips—actively working on to publish, off to the side dormant that I'm either planning on getting to or I might get around to, and never going to see the light of day but I'm working on it just for myself. if I decide to mentally move a wip into the 'active' category, I need to make sure it's the type of story I'm going to enjoy working on and will be able to complete. then when I have free time, I know that's going to be a top priority and I need to focus on that before other things. if I have a wip in the dormant category, if I have free time and I either don't have anything I need to actively work on to publish (like if I just posted a chapter the day before) or I really just don't want to work on my active wips, then I can take a second look at my dormant wip outlines and see if writing any of them gets the juices flowing. then there's the never see the light of day wips, and those I can write at any time because it's just for me, and yeah I should prioritize the active wips over them and I usually will, but also writing is a hobby I enjoy first and foremost. and also, any writing practice will help you. so even if you don't plan to publish it, writing a self indulgent thing will help you get faster, build stamina, improve your writing—all of that stuff.

so I think what you described with deleting old outlines/drafts makes sense, but also I never delete my old writing drafts just bc I love seeing my progress over the years but that's just me. but either way, making an effort to focus on active wips is a smart move, but also remember that not everything you write has to be published. the more practice you get with writing (and by that I mean literally any writing at all), the easier it's going to be to write longer things and finish them. you build that stamina like a muscle, and it can take a very long time to build it up enough, but it's definitely worth it in the end.

also just experiment with how you outline and plan stuff in a way that works for your brain, because when you have to write around adult responsibilities you have to streamline things as much as possible. despite the fact that I started writing fic at 15, I struggled so much with finishing long fics until I started writing for dsmp when I had just turned 21. and that's because I figured out a new outlining method that worked perfectly for my brain. it was a combination of planning some things, but not everything so that I kept myself interested in the story. experiment with how much or how little you plan your stories, because when you have a limited time to write, you want it to be something you're interested in and able to dive right into writing.

sorry this was so long winded, I really suck at giving short answers sometimes. hope that helps though! remember, the most important thing is that you're enjoying what you're doing :)

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Ok dumping my thoughts right here now that I’ve collected them since reading Batman 138. It’s a doozy, so bear with me.

Honestly, the premise of Gotham War is intriguing and could’ve been good if not for the sloppy execution. It’s interesting to see Bruce’s psyche rapidly declining, but how Zdarsky is going about it is ham-fisted and forced. First off, Selina’s method is outlandish and riddled with plot holes. There’s no skirting around that. Now logically I could see the batfamily members not declaring an allegiance to either side because both Bruce and Selina are in the wrong here; Bruce is losing his mind because Zur is hijacking it while Selina thinks training criminals will magically solve all violent crime in Gotham and everything will be sunshine and rainbows. But having the kids blindly fall into line with Selina because they agree with her plan is dogwater writing that I’m surprised Zdarsky cooked up after his spectacular Daredevil run. Have them form their own faction and let them actually act like they have agency and purpose instead of shoving them into roles that don’t fit.

Now I’m a little skeptical on the whole Jason/failsafe stuff. On one end, it’s a daring concept to play with. It shows how Bruce is going off the deep end and raises the stakes of the plot. On the other end, it’s going to drive an enormous wedge between Jason and Bruce for the foreseeable future. Like, there is no forgiving Bruce for this easily. Maybe that’s a good thing though, considering Jason for the past few years has been cycling through the same character arc over and over again like a washing machine that spits out clothes that are more worn-out after every load. Taking him out of the batfamily fold and inserting him into his own corner of DC sequestered away from Batman might actually force DC to write him organically, depending on whether or not Jason doesn’t go insane himself because what Bruce did to him was quite literally torture that will now be perpetual. Wowza.

My next gripe is the timing between comics. Batman and Robin’s timeframe is vague, but after reading 138 it makes zero sense why Damian would steadfastly stick by Bruce’s side—unless of course B&R happens way later, and somehow Bruce regains minor control of his mental state. Or the most realistic explanation being that the writers didn’t communicate the timelines, leaving their stories to contradict each other. But what are comics if not zany contradictions of stories? So I guess this gripe can slide…for now. Benefit of the doubt to Williamson at least because he planned B&R way in advance, meanwhile Gotham War was strung together as a myopic copy of Marvel’s Civil War in order to—I’m spitballing here—have Bruce be alone for a while in his own comics because he’s “a loner”…despite his character being, at his core, a family man, and whose character revolved around family for decades. Family rift stories can be good. Packed with drama. Exciting. This is none of the above.

Finally, arguably my biggest complaint about this dumpster fire, is Tim. Writers tend to be biased toward characters, I understand that, but when favoritism bleeds into the writing it sours the story altogether. Having Tim assume this role of “Bruce’s savior” is incredibly cheap and a little laughable at times. I see that they’re trying to establish him as important again, reliving his glory days as the Robin who helped guide Bruce back onto the right path after Jason’s death, but throwing other characters under the bus to lift him up is crazy. Especially Damian, because Damian saved his dad’s life twice in the last few months. Seriously, I’d brush it off if Tim hadn’t told Damian he was the one who helped Bruce out of the darkness while Damian only pushed Bruce further into it. Paraphrasing, but that’s the general idea: Tim is a saint and the rest of his siblings (Cassandra? Who?) are a cut below him when it comes to helping dear old dad out of his bad place. That hug was cute, but it was sugar spread on a pile of shit.

#rant #batman 138 #batman #batman comics #i have a lot on my mind at 1am and i need to wake up early for classes oops #spoilers for batman 138 / Gotham war

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