#I’m sorry I don’t mean to just ramble endlessly

[seeminglyseph]

I think it matters a lot that a) everyone who has seeming offered to help Karna has done so *after* she needed it. And b) was in some way using her and therefore needed her.

In the eyes of a child, if you weren’t there when she needed you, and can’t even help yourself, what good are you to her?

#seph watches the ravening war #the ravening war #d20 the ravening war #karna solara #dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #the ravening war spoilers #I just have so many Karna feelings right now #I’m sorry I don’t mean to just ramble endlessly #I’m not just trying to get attention but I do giggle like a small bashful child if I do catch the eye aabria #I was not anticipating the first time and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to acknowledge it or not? hello if you read this I’m flattered #mostly I’m just going giddy over an angry literally rotting and starving warlock assassin #the idea of rotting befor she ripened is turning me literally feral #‘be careful with that one love [she] will do what it takes to survive’ #is a lyric that ends up describing some of my all time favourite characters #though not actually the guy it’s about… Oop. #scavengers and survivors and damaged children with hungry eyes who learn how to be whoever you need #just to stay alive one more day to make it long enough #to outrun you so they can outrun the bear #the kid who learned that you can’t count on anyone so be everyone

[d4yd4iry]

Crush

Pairings: Pham Hanni x fem!reader

Synopsis: In which Pham Hanni found herself crushing on her member’s younger sister.

Note: Y/n is the same age as Danielle.

Genre: Fluff ☁️

You were helping your older sister Minji, move her stuff into the dorm that she will be sharing with her members. “Uh, unnie where do I put these?” You questioned as you were holding a box packed with snacks that your mother packed for Minji and her members.

“Just put it on top of the countertop in the kitchen, I’ll organize it later.”

You nodded and left your older sister’s room, ears blasted with music from your headphones.

You hummed as you made your way to the kitchen, not noticing Hanni who came in a few seconds prior.

You were trying to get the snacks out of the cardboard box but couldn’t because it was sealed shut. “Hmm where are the scissors” you asked yourself before turning around with the intentions of asking your sister but to your surprise, Pham Hanni was standing near the door frame.

“Oh sh-“ you were startled after seeing her. “Uh ,sorry for that! Hello, you must be Hanni unnie, I’m Minji unnie’s younger sister!”

You greeted her but she didn’t respond because Hanni Pham was mesmerized by you.

When she first saw you in the kitchen, she was wondering who the pretty girl in the kitchen was but after you greeted her, she couldn’t help but think how your voice is as pretty as your visuals.

But while she was star struck, you were standing awkwardly while waving your hands in front of her. “Hey?”

“Oh sorry, yeah I’m Hanni! You’re Yn right?” She replied, her face shows that she was clearly embarrassed and turning red as well.

You giggled a bit at how red her face is before giving her a reply. “Yep, that’s me!”

The two of you stood still for a while before you asked her where the scissors are at. “Here you go.” She placed the scissor on top of your palm, getting a thank you from you in return.

You shifted your attention to the box of snacks before using the scissor to unpack it.

Hanni who watched you the entire time decided to step in. “Yn, do you need help putting it away?”

“Yeah, that would be nice, thanks unnie.” You smiled at her as you lift one of your favorite snack out of the box unintentionally, gasping after realizing that it’s a box of cookies and cream pepero. “Oh my god I love these! I can’t believe mom put these in for Minji unnie after banning me from eating them!”

Hanni looked at you in confusion. “Why did your mom ban you from eating them?”

“Mom said that I am too addicted to them, honestly so unreasonable, I only eat 3 packs a day! Don’t you think so too?” You told her about the unfairness of the situation, you looked so serious about it that it made you look cute in her eyes.

She found herself subconsciously agreeing with whatever you’ve been rambling about.

“Right? Totally so unfair! But I guess it’s fine because I do eat them behind her back!”

After you finished rambling, she began to laugh and you soon joined her.

Minji, who have been spending a lot of time on organizing her room, heard the loud laughers from the kitchen, so she decided to investigate.

She found you and Hanni laughing endlessly about who knows what. “What are you guys laughing about?”

You and Hanni turned away from each other to face Minji. You waved your hands around dismissively before replying. “Nothing unnie, it’s nothing.”

She nodded at your answer though knowing that it wasn’t true, but she also didn’t want to ask further. Her eyes scanned the room before landing on the pepero that was in your hands.

“Ynnie, you’re not allowed to eat them anymore, you know that!” She exclaimed before snatching the box from your hand.

“Hey! That’s unfair, please can I at least have one piece?!” You begged like a child asking their mom for candy, Hanni found it adorable.

“No way, you’ll only want it more!” Minji refused before running back to her room, leaving you alone with Hanni again.

“Ugh, she’s so mean.” You sulked as you unpack all the other snacks onto the counter.

Watching you sulk, Hanni felt the need to make your frown go away. “If you want them so bad, we can go to the convenience store, I’ll buy them for you!”

“Really?!” You no longer have a frown on your face as it have been replaced by a large smile.

“Yes!” Seeing you so happy made Hanni feel complete.

“Okay, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” You tugged the sleeve of her hoodie before locking arms with the older girl.

Hanni knew she was down bad when she found herself approving of everything snack you put in the cart.

When you finished putting every snacks you wanted, Hanni brought them to the check out, it came up to 85$. Hanni was crying on the inside but seeing your million dollar smile definitely made her moneys worth.

The two of you made your way back to the dorm, you were eating your ice cream while Hanni was occupied with holding the bag of snacks that she bought you.

You offered to hold it at first but Hanni insisted that since she was older, she’s the one who should hold it.

Minji jaw dropped when she saw the snacks in the bags.

That day, both you and Hanni got scolded by Minji. You for spending all of Hanni’s money, and Hanni for buying the snacks that you weren’t supposed to be eating.

Hanni got scolded more though but she didn’t care because in the end, it was worth it knowing that your happiness came from her.

Author’s note: Hi :) this is my first post and hopefully more to come!

#newjeans x reader #newjeans scenarios #newjeans imagines #hanni x reader #pham hanni x reader #kpop imagines #newjeans fic #kpop gg x reader #kpop x reader #idol x reader

[mouseywrites]

Hello, Shockwave-Loving Anonymous here 😎. A fic or headcanon is fine (although fic is preferred), but could you write something for a scientist insert being super fascinated by Shockwave? Like, they're fixating on his alien qualities and rambling about how unique he is and how complex and advanced his species are. Maybe.. Shockwave can't help but be flattered in a completely logical and totally non-romantic way 😉? [TFP btw]

Fascinations - Shockwave X Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 450

In the walls of his laboratory, Shockwave busied himself by sorting through tools for his latest project. He worked diligently and swiftly, fixating his attention on the job at hand. However, on the large counter, a human sat near him. 

Shockwave was a reclusive mech. Although he was alone on Cybertron for many, many cycles, it never bothered him. He was very accustomed to the lifestyle. 

However, he didn’t mind the human’s presence. No, not really. At least, not anymore. They weren't an ordinary human, but rather a scientist like Shockwave himself, meant to aid him whenever necessary during his methodical endeavors. 

But they weren’t easily silenced. They talked endlessly, rambling on about subjects regarding Cybertronians themselves. More specifically? Him. 

On the edge of the table, they kicked their legs back and forth. They smiled, bouncing and lifting their tiny fingers to further emphasize their words. 

“I mean, you’re a robot! Well, at least, by human standards. On my planet, robots sometimes need human aid in order to gain intelligence, but you guys don’t! You have your very own unique biological system. Actual living metal! CNA! Every Cybertronian is different!”

They laughed.

“You’re giant and mechanical, possessing advanced knowledge of the universe around us. Waaay more than what humans could even dream of exploring, let alone processing! Not to mention the superior technology you guys operate!”

They sighed, smiling at the mech. 

“That’s just. Wow! You know?”

Shockwave nodded. For the most part, he remained quiet, only correcting them when it was required. They were an inquisitive creature, lacking extreme intelligence but still very much intrigued by his kind. In an odd way, Shockwave found their reactions interesting himself. 

Pleased, the human continued.

“And you! You’re just…so smart. A scientist! Just like me! Sure, you only got one eye, but that doesn’t inhibit your functioning in any way. You research, you experiment, and you create…” They smirked at him, pointing at the top of his helm. “Ah! And your antennae! They move when you display emotion, don’t they?” 

Shockwave paused, looking at them and surveying them closely.

“The correct term is finials.”

There was a brief beat of silence. Slowly, the human nodded in understanding. Before they rambled even more, however, they stopped. All of the sudden, their smile vanished and their shoulders dropped.

“I’m sorry. I…spoke too much, didn’t I? I can stop now, if you want me to.” 

Shockwave observed them, noting their somber expression and unmoving limbs. For a nanosec, he thought to himself. His finials twitched as a strange tingling sensation flickered inside his chassis.

“No.” He set his tools down to the side, directing his focus onto them. “It would be most…logical if you proceed.” 

#transformers prime #shockwave #x reader #shockwave x reader #my x reader fics #mouseyindulgence

[shysneeze]

there's a girl out there with love in her eyes | robin buckley x artist!reader

summary: robin gathers the courage to talk to her crush and ends up your muse

warnings: i am not an artist so excuse artsy errors, kissing, tooth rotting fluff, reader is slightly self critical, take a shot every time i mention the low autumn sun

notes: title from going to california by led zeppelin

Robin has become well acquainted with the art corridor, the walls lined with paintings and drawings, the splatters of paint on the floor and the earthy smell of clay. It’s not exactly a short cut to the bandroom, in fact it’s more of a detour that she’s become far too accustomed to taking. 

She’s mumbling beneath her breath, practising what it is she intends to say when she finally arrives at the senior art studio, where you will undoubtedly be working away, listening to a new tape and glowing in the low autumn sun. 

As she approaches, it’s to the soft staticky sound of The Cure playing, echoing in the empty hallways. She slows to a stop, breath shaking nervously from her lungs. It’s silly, to get so nervous just to talk to you, but suddenly her fingers feel tingly with anxiety, and she shakes them out with a gulp. 

You’re sitting with your back to her, humming along to the song and adorning a half painted canvas with stokes of red. You're wrapped up in it all, the peace of it, Robin imagines. It’s part of what has her so enamoured really, what has her taking the detour every time, for a glimpse of you in your element. 

Robin hesitates now that she’s arrived, hand frozen in midair before she can knock on the doorframe. She tries again to recall the plan, one discussed endlessly with Steve during work, the one that had her best friend just about pulling his hair out in exasperation because ‘for god’s sake, Robin, just talk to her!’. 

Gulping, she rattles her knuckles lightly against the hollow wooden door frame, grimacing a little at the way your shoulders shoot up, tensing in surprise as you turn to face her. Her cheeks feel suddenly red, and the plan falls completely apart, crumbling before her eyes. 

Her lips hang slack as you blink at her from across the room, head tilted curiously at her lanky frame in the doorway. You have paint smudged across your cheek and specks of red and orange drying in your furrowed brows. 

Robin thinks it’s adorable. 

“Can I help you?” 

“H-Hi,” She exhales, pulling herself briefly together, “I didn’t mean to startle you… I’m sorry.”

You’re blinking at her silence, waiting for more, and watching as her cheeks get redder and redder. A smile quirks at the corner of your lips as you lower your paint brush onto the palette to your left. 

“You okay, Robin?” 

Robin’s face twitches a little with surprise, pulling the politest of giggles from your lips. 

“We’re in the same english class,” You explain, “You sit behind me.” 

Robin is well aware of this, instead stunned by the fact that you’ve noticed her. Briefly, the thought warms her chest before simmering into a nervousness in the pit of her stomach. 

“Yeah, of course,” She nods quickly, “You’re always doodling in the margins of your paper- which everyone does but your doodles are always… beautiful. I guess that makes sense though given you’re an artist-“ 

A laugh interrupts her, cut short by your hand over your smiling lips. The heat rises to her ears with embarrassment, and she opens her mouth to apologise for rambling when you lift your hand to wave apologetically. 

“Sorry, just… artist isn’t the right word.” You admit, “I’m still in highschool, I’m not an artist yet.” 

Robin’s brows twitch slightly into a frown, and she takes a few steps forward, peering down over your shoulder at your painting, causing a self-consciousness to unfurl in your stomach. 

“You don’t think this is art?” 

You blink up at her, breath catching. Her eyes are round with awe, eyeing the painting with the sort of wonder every artist dreams of producing. The sun floods her face with a warm orange light, and her freckles blur pleasantly beneath it, little specks of autumn. 

“This is just… it’s not finished yet.”.

Suddenly recalling her plan, Robin straightens a little, stretching beyond the orange blanket of light and finally allowing you the chance to breathe again. 

“Well, I’m sure your finished stuff is just as beautiful.” She says, confidence almost betrayed by the nervous quiver in her voice, “Can I see it sometime?” 

The way she chews on her cheek nervously whilst awaiting your response is oddly endearing, and it has you nodding almost too quickly, too eagerly. Wiping your slightly clammy hands across the paint streaked jeans, you stand.

“I have my folio with me,” You confess, walking across the room to your abandoned belongings. “If you want to see it now.” 

“Yeah?” 

“If you’ve got the time…” 

“Steve is working so he can’t pick me up for a while,” She assures, bouncing slightly on her heels with excitement, “So I’m totally free.” 

You try not to let your face sour at the mention of Steve Harrington. Your body loosens with disappointment suddenly, at the reminder of the well justified rumours of Robin and Steve’s unexpected relationship.

“Great,” You manage a smile, “Here,” 

She comes towards you, watching you pull various paintings and sketches from your project case. She can see the anxious tremor to your fingers as they push the pieces carefully across the table, and the honour at getting to see them fill hers to the brim with warmth. 

“This is a lot.” Robin exhales after a moment, “Wow…”

“I’m here a lot,” You shrug.

“I know.” Robin blurts, before panicking at the implications of it, “I mean, I’ve seen you a lot after school when I’m on my way to band practice… I've been hoping to see your work for a while now.” 

“Well, you’re always welcome.” 

She meets your eyes for a moment in surprise, before turning back to your art. That wonder is back, and as she bends for a closer look, that orange light engulfs her again, tying knots in your stomach. 

She’s so pretty, all warm light and perfect freckles, it almost hurts. 

“Wow…” She exhales again in a whisper, “These are amazing.” 

“Thanks,” You mumble with an embarrassed grimace. “It’s just some ideas for college applications so it’s not much but-”

“No, these are amazing,” She repeats, almost sternly, “What do you mean you’re not an artist? What would you call this?” 

“Paintings,” You exhale, “Drawings, and sketches, but that doesn’t make it art.”  

Robin smirks a little, shaking her head as she draws her finger gently across a portrait, feeling each brush stroke tenderly.

“You’re one of those tortured artists, huh?” 

Surprise slackens your lips, and she twists to grin at you, eyes crinkling in the corners.

“I’m joking,” She assures, “But I think these are beautiful, and that you’re an artist.” 

“Thanks, Robin,” You exhale, “That’s sweet of you.” 

She spends another few minutes admiring each piece, and you watch her eyes find each pencil line and each colour. You watch her take in each one, how her long fingers trace the shapes across the paper, so gently they barely touch it. 

It’s so nerve wracking, so intimate in a way nothing could possibly have prepared you for, and when she finally straightens, her cheeks are rosy, smiling to herself as if she’s simply the luckiest girl in the world. 

“Thanks,” 

“Huh?” You ask, blinking slowly back to reality as her ocean blue eyes meet your own, “For… For what?” 

“Letting me see your art- or your paintings, drawings and sketches,” She teases with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “Especially when I just showed up out of nowhere… you’re really talented.” 

“T-thanks.” 

“I should go,” She admits, “Steve will be heading this way so…” 

“Right,” You say, ignoring the disappointment that flares to life in your chest. “Of course.” 

Robin nods with that awkward charm, making her way towards the door. You watch her retreating figure, eyes caught by the red streaks in her hair, and an overwhelming need to see her again takes you both by surprise when her name blurts from your lips. 

“Can I paint you?” 

It’s not what you intended to ask, not even a conscious thought you knew existed in your head, and when Robin turns back to you, its with parted lips and furrowed brows. Your stomach lurches nervously, but there’s no going back. 

“Just, if you’re free,” You continue, “I’m sure you’ve got work so it’s okay if you can’t, but I’d really like to paint you.” 

“Me?” 

“Y-yeah,” You admit, “You’re… really pretty, you know.” 

Robin’s freckles disappear beneath a crimson blush, neck stretching with a nervous gulp. Mortified, you turn back to your paintings, busying your hands with returning your work to the project case. 

“As I said, you’re probably busy so-” 

“I’m not.” 

Your shoulders ease slightly, and you bravely turn back towards her, though she’s avoiding your eyes, one hand lifted to scratch awkwardly behind her neck. 

“I’m not working next week,” She assures, “So I can come after band practice, if that suits.” 

“T-that’s perfect,” You confirm, “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah,” She nods, smiling anxiously, “What’s the worse that can happen?” 

-.-.-

Robin has learned that you paint with a specific look of concentration. It greets her each time you tilt your head past the easel to take her in again, lip pulled between your teeth in a way that makes her feel entirely too warm, too nervous. 

She’s spent a week here, balanced awkwardly on a stool in front of you, listening to whatever tape you produce from your bag that day, and rambling in desperate attempts to avoid the heat in her chest each time you meet her eyes around the canvas.

And you’re more than happy to listen, filing each new fact away in your head; her favourite books, her least favourite subjects and the songs she hums along to as you paint. Today, she’s talking about work, hands moving animatedly as she talks about a regular, and you’ve long past given up on trying to keep her still. 

“I mean, the same documentary every week.” She repeats, “How many times can you watch a plane documentary? It’s like aviation 101 every time he walks in- Steve is probably kicking himself for covering my shifts this week because he really doesn’t have the patience for Plane Guy.” 

“Wait, what?” 

“Sorry, am I talking too quickly?” 

“No, it’s just… he’s covering your shifts?” You ask, peering around the easel with a  frown. “You said you weren’t working.” 

Robin’s eyes widen a little at being caught in such a silly lie. Tearing her eyes from your own, she twists to hide her embarrassment, though you can see the red climbing her neck.  

“Um, yeah,” She admits, “I did say that…” 

“You’re ditching work for this?” You ask, somehow mortified, “You didn’t need to do that, Robin.” 

“Yeah but you seemed so excited and I wanted to!” She argues, rubbing at her neck awkwardly, “and Steve owes me for all the shifts I’ve taken whilst he’s been on dates, so really, dealing with the plane enthusiast is the least he can do.” 

You sit back a little, hiding yourself behind the painting, eyes rounding with hopeful surprise. Gulping, you do your best to ignore the butterflies swelling in your chest, the excitement bubbling up inside you. 

“Oh.” You attempt casually, lifting a shaky hand to the canvas again. “So you aren’t… He’s not your boyfriend?” 

“Oh, god no,” Robin’s face twists beyond your line of sight, “I’ve seen that boy flirt and I have no idea how he’s getting dates at all really. So, no. We’re friends- best friends.” 

“Right,” You nod, gulping, “Sorry.” 

“No, it’s fine,” She assures, still red-cheeked, “I get it a lot… but we’re not together. He’s really not my type.” 

“No?” 

She can hear it in the lift of your voice, the question of what her type really is. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Steve is telling her to be bold: girls, artists, you… but all she can do is clear her throat, humming in confirmation. 

Beyond the soft static of the tape playing in the background, silence falls upon you both, and the odd new tension in the room. That late evening sun washes Robin in orange again, and with each peer around the canvas, your stomach tightens. 

You move onto painting her freckles, struggling for a moment with the colour, breathing out a frustrated sigh as nothing seems to mix quite right on the palette. Robin’s head tilts curiously at the sound.

“You okay back there?” 

“Fine,” You mumble, “Just… your freckles.” 

Robin’s brows twitch slightly in offence.

“Sorry, I guess?” 

“No, they’re perfect and pretty, but they’re all different shades of orange,” You explain, standing with a sigh and stepping around the painting towards her. “Need a closer look.” 

You take a step between her knees and Robin’s eyes widen in surprise, body swaying backwards at your sudden proximity. That paint smell finds her nostrils, mixed with the subtle scent of your perfume, and as she looks up at you, her lips fall apart. 

Behind you, Led Zeppelin bristles to life from the cassette player again, the first strings of Going to California stretching outwards to every corner of the room. You’re squinting down at Robin, lifting your few paint-free fingers to tilt her chin from the sun briefly, biting your lip with that concentration Robin has become so infatuated with. 

“So many freckles,” You exhale, “You’re so pretty, Robin.” 

It’s not consciously that the words leave you, and Robin is almost certain you’ve hardly noticed yourself saying them, but her ears warm at the sound of them, and beneath your touch, she’s positively melting. 

It draws a small whimper from the back of her throat, exhaled shakily into the sunlight washed room, joining the soft guitar strings and your just slightly uneven breaths. You pause a little, realising your current position, her knees bracing your legs, her face against your fingers. 

You whisper an apology, but don’t dare step back, not with her ocean eyes staring at you with that awe, that wonder, that love… you can do nothing but blink down at her, take it all in. Then, her breath catching, she lets out a whisper of her own.

“I really want to kiss you.” 

And who would you be to deny her such a simple desire? 

You don’t waste a second, taking her chin and pulling her towards your lips, and she pushes upwards to meet them with a gentle sort of eagerness that tugs at your heartstrings. When you pull back, it's to her rosy cheeks and perfect freckles.

“Like that?” 

Robin can only nod before pulling you in for another kiss, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you against her chest. There’s no rush though, not as your paint-streaked fingers clasp her cheek or comb through her hair, not as her tongue slides across your concentration-chewed  lip and presses into your mouth. 

Her hands on your waist push up slightly to graze the skin beneath your sweater, as gentle as the shapes traced across your painting, her warm fingers leaving featherlight touches over the skin above your waist band.

“Robin..,” You mumble above her lips, “You really like me?” 

“God, (y/n),” She exhales between warm kisses, “Do you know how far this place is from the bandroom?” 

You grin as you find her lips again, arching into her as her fingers run up your back. You leave paint on her cheek, then her neck as your fingers trail down towards her shoulders, balancing yourself as the kiss deepens dizzyingly. 

It’s with a sharp, frustrated sound that Robin pulls away, only in response to the shrill sound of car horn being pressed outside. You turn with her to the window, frowning with your arms still balanced on each of her shoulders. 

“Steve,” She grumbles, “Terrible timing.” 

You blink down at her, resisting the overwhelming urge to kiss her blush-blurred freckles one by one. You pull from her touch, skin cooling rapidly without it, and her brows drop disappointedly, hands dropping to her side.

“Go tell him I’m driving you home,” You instruct, “Tell him it’s your lips, they’re impossible to get right… I really need to study them.” 

Robin clambers far too quickly from the stool, and with a delighted laugh you catch her before she can fall completely. She straightens with a lopsided grin, stealing another kiss before dashing towards the door. 

You pace giddily back to your painting, suddenly in disbelief at your luck, but what’s an artist without a muse, you suppose. 

…

bonus: 

Steve knows Robin is trying to explain something, something about not needing a ride home, though he can’t quite concentrate on anything but the paint streaks on her cheeks and the obscene red of her ears. 

“You are covered in paint.” 

“Huh?” 

Steve chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Nothing, Rob.” He assures, “Go back and make out with your artist, I’ll see you later.” 

Robin can’t hide her excitement, lips stretching into a grin that has him rolling his eyes endearingly before pulling out of the car park, watching Robin hurry back into the building in his rearview mirror. 

a/n: not the biggest fan but lemme know what you think :)

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[morganbritton132]

i recently had a health backslide and had a seizure for the first time in months so i’ve been binging this series again. just wanted to say i love your writing style and all the characterisation and dynamics are so perfect. very cool to see accurate rep of seizures/head trauma that isn’t either inspo porn or like a psa. 10/10 from a certified seizure/migraine haver

I’m so sorry to hear about your health setback and I hope you’re feeling better. I wish you all the very best and I hope that if there is any comfort or laughter that can found in this little series that it finds you.

And I want to say thank you!

This is such a nice comment to get and it’s really heart-warming to hear how much people like the series, but hearing that you think the representation is accurate is a relief!

I don’t have epilepsy or experience seizures and I don’t know anybody in real life who does. So a lot of the portrayal of Steve’s head injury is based on research that I’ve done on head trauma and service animals because I want to get that right. And honestly, Steve’s frustration with his disorder and its limitations is really just an echo of the frustration that I feel with my mental health struggles.

Also, the comment about Steve’s head trauma/seizures not feeling like a PSA makes me so happy because it’s important to me that the series maintains this very mundane every day element to it. Like this is just their everyday lives and it has been for thirty years. I think it’s endlessly fascinating that the aftermath to fighting monster is a normal life so that trauma should manifest in very real world ways.

I’m rambling, but thank you, thank you thank you. It means so much and I hope that the world is treating you kind.

#I did crack my head open in high school and would get bad migraines for a few years after that but those eventually went away #this was so nice #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington

[irondad-defensesquad]

Sorry seems to be the hardest word - Chapter 1

Also posted on AO3!

Originally a story written in 2019, though I decided to revisit it.

I'm splitting this in two chapters. I'm already warning you that this first one will be painful. Tony will say some VERY mean things to Peter, which are not condoned. Part of this is me projecting onto Tony after I had a bad fight IRL, so characters might be OOC.

TRIGGER WARNINGS (for this chapter) - lashing out and mention of alcohol abuse

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

--

Some days are hard and that’s part of life. But that doesn’t mean they won't be a pain in the ass. And when you’re Tony Stark, certified “piping hot mess”, the bad days can feel like he’s still in the wormhole, trapped in the deep and infinite outer space.

There isn’t a particular reason why he’s like this today. Most of his bad days work like that. Well, Tony is aware he has plenty of reasons, but none are recent.

Tony ranges from numb to irritable. When these days happen, he isolates himself in the workshop so he can focus on something else, like his suit of armor or his cars. That way, he won’t resort to alcohol, nor will anyone else get hurt. It helps that Pepper is out to work, and Rhodey is saving the world.

Today, the billionaire is fixing some bugs in his suit while at the same time he’s fixated on rebuilding a piece from the old, flaming Ford. It’s the only car part that has broken, and Tony can’t understand why. And for some reason, he’s unable to fix it. When he gets too stressed about it, Tony returns to his suit, and then he goes back to the Ford, so on and so forth.

Usually, fixing things and taking them apart help him. But today, they don’t.

At one point, Tony gives up and tries to forget the car piece for a bit.

And to make things worse…

F.R.I.D.A.Y reminds him that Peter is on his way.

“Oh. Oh my god,” Tony groans loudly. “Fuck.”

Only then does he remember that today is lab day. On his bad day. How could he forget?

Tony clearly can’t tell Peter to go home. He didn’t take more than two hours to get kicked out immediately. That’s just an asshole thing to do. On the other hand, the older man feels bad for thinking this way, but just imagining Peter rambling and rambling endlessly is already worsening his headache. He also won’t have the courage to tell Peter to not stay in the workshop. He doesn’t want to make the kid feel like he’s not wanted.

He sighs, soon hearing the elevator door opening, and Peter’s bouncy, happy steps going towards him. He’s clearly having a great day. Oh, the irony.

“Hi, Mr. Stark!” Peter greets him. Tony doesn’t have to look at him to see the sun rays coming out of him. Instead of warming him, they only blind Tony and make the heavy storm in his head grow larger.

“Hey, kid,” Tony lamely acknowledges.

“I’m feeling so awesome today! I finally aced my Spanish test,” Peter goes on, probably not noticing Tony’s lack of attention. “For a moment, I thought I wouldn’t make it, since the teacher can be a little hard on the correction, but he congratulated me! Not to brag, but I was one of the few aces in class, and man, you should’ve seen the look on Flash’s face, it was priceless!”

Peter is full on chatterbox mode, talking about all the other school stuff. On a normal day, Tony would’ve been so proud of him. They would’ve even ordered something special to celebrate. He knows how stressed Peter gets because of school, so him feeling so proud of himself is a delight. It’s too bad that Tony’s brain isn’t complying with him, so he stops listening to Peter halfway through, and he realizes he’s not doing anything with his suit, just sliding his fingers on the projection repeatedly, aimlessly.

At some point, he realizes the workshop is silent, save for the Black Sabbath playing in the background. That means Peter has finally realized he’s talking to nobody.

“... uh, w-what are you doing over there?” The teen stutters.

Tony sighs. He should apologize.

“Sorry, kid. I’m…” I’m having a bad day. This is not your fault. But he doesn’t have the strength to say these words, for some reason. “I’m trying to fix some bugs in the communication system.”

“Oh. Do you need help?”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Liar. “You can do whatever you want, like homework, or anything in your suit. I’ll help you later if you need me.”

“Um, okay.”

As Peter moves to his counter, Tony instantly remembers what’s lying there.

“Just don’t touch that thing there, alright?” The latter requests. Almost begging.

“What’s that?” Peter observes it.

“Just… a stubborn car part I’ve been trying to fix forever. And not getting any progress.” He knows his voice is sharper than usual, but Tony’s head is exploding. He’s so angry. At whom?

Peter merely hums and installs himself in the counter. The damned piece is on the other corner. Finally, Tony goes back to the suit. As long as it stays this way, maybe his bad day will improve.

The hero is able to distract himself for once, as Paranoid plays. Tony hears a shuffle or another coming from Peter, but it’s nothing too bothersome.

Next thing he knows, though, everything goes to shambles.

The noise that comes destroying the quietude and peace is loud like thunder. It’s probably the storm inside Tony’s head now ruining the real world, too.

“What the FUCK, Peter?!” Tony blurts out, knowing that it came from the kid. He knows what Peter did, as he sees the car part broken into pieces, scattered on the floor.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Mr. Stark, I was just trying to get a better look at it, m-maybe fix it for you–”

“Are you serious?! I told you not to touch it!”

“I’m sorry, I-I just wanted to help!”

“I don’t WANT your help! I just wanted you to BE QUIET and do your thing in your corner! But clearly you NEVER listen to me when I tell you to stay put!”

Peter is shaking his head, wanting to say more, but Tony keeps going.

“See, that’s your goddamn problem. You refuse to listen to me, you ‘think’ you’re going to help, but you just make EVERYTHING WORSE. That’s exactly what happened at the ferry.”

“But Mr. Stark…” Peter’s voice is tiny.

“I don’t know how many times I have to get in that stupid brain of yours,” Tony steps forward, stepping on one of the pieces, “DO NOT TOUCH MY FUCKING STUFF!”

The thunder scares Peter. He steps back.

He’s shaking. He’s shaking so hard.

And his eyes…

Those precious puppy eyes…

Tony stops dead in his tracks.

The damage has been done.

He replays all the words he just said, and he feels absolutely sickened by his own cruelty.

Peter is scared. He’s scared of Tony.

Oh my god. Oh my god, no.

Peter slowly backs away, like a scared animal.

“Peter,” Tony says, reaching out a hand…

But the kid runs away.

“Peter, wait!”

The boy manages to snatch his backpack and rush to the elevator. Tony doesn’t rush after him, though his arm is still trying to reach him. Of course, it doesn’t work. Peter is gone.

Tony is frozen where he stands.

The car part is broken beyond repair. Some small part of him still believes he can fix it.

But that is not more important.

He needs to fix what he just did to Peter.

He has to fix things.

No suit of armor, no car, nothing is more important than his kid.

When Tony rushes outside, he’s not too late.

“Peter!” He exclaims.

The teenager flinches, much to Tony’s dread. The former turns around like the latter’s storm is going to hit him again.

“Peter, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those- those awful things to you. I was wrong about everything I said.”

Despite this, Peter doesn’t seem to believe it. He’s been betrayed. His trust… broken. It’s such a stark contrast to when he arrived at the workshop.

“I get it, Mr. Stark,” he says, voice low. He turns around to avoid Tony. “I just ruin your life.”

“No… goodness, no. My life is so much better with you in it.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

Peter isn’t crying anymore. He’s not even angry. He’s just hurt.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise,” Tony insists.

“I just break your stuff and make a mess. You said that, and you believe that.”

Tony shakes his head. Meanwhile, Peter is checking his phone and texting someone, probably Happy.

“Please, don’t leave like this,” the man begs. “W-We can fix this, together. We’re a team, right?”

“Mr. Stark–”

“We can order your favorite food, we can celebrate your grade and- and everything you do, we can watch those space movies you like–” Tony knows he’s pushing but he doesn’t know how to stop.

“Tony.”

Peter has never called him by his first name before. And it doesn’t sound endearing.

The boy is still not facing him.

“... I shouldn’t have come here,” he concludes.

Tony doesn’t know what to say anymore.

After a pained silence, Peter sighs, probably to filter his pain. “I just need to go home.”

The other inhales and exhales, putting his hands inside his pockets. “Okay.”

Not too long after, a car arrives in front of the building. Happy only opens the windows, looking confused at the situation yet not prying. He gestures for Peter to get in.

Peter is heading towards the car…

“L-Let me know when you get home, okay?” Tony pleads quietly.

The teen just vaguely looks at him, not directly. “Okay.”

Happy gives Tony a sad gaze, as if meaning, “we can talk about this later, if you want”.

Regardless, Happy and Peter are quickly gone, and Tony watches the car disappear into the horizon. There’s no one else around to watch this scene.

Tony drove them all away.

He drove his kid away.

And for the first time in a while, Tony can’t hold back his tears.

--

(Chapter 2)

#lotus speaks #irondad #fics #my fics #don't worry!!!! this will have a happy ending i promise!!!!

[stilljuststardust]

Sup, me AGAIN (I know I’m annoying you at this point probably I’m sorry)

I have no idea why I haven’t shifted yet. I haven’t been trying for that long but I have been trying. Mainly using guided meditations as that’s what feel right for me. But I have problems letting go of my current reality I guess? Don’t know why though.

Any experience with this and/or advice? Thanks for listening to my chaotic ramblings lmao. -🦜

Awnser ✧"why haven't I shifted yet"✧:

Hello again 🦜! Nice to see you!

I don't know the details of your journey but I do have advice. If you don't resonate with it you don't have to take it. Shifting is incredibly personal and all that matters is what you personally want and believe.

If my little speech here is unhelpful or boring I've also listed some general tips at the end.

I'm going to tell you something I wish someone told me at the beginning of my journey:

There doesn't have to be a reason

For alone time I was very very prone to trying to find the reason behind it or uncover my "blockages", but in truth there wasn't actually a reason or deeper meaning behind it.

It's best to avoid the mental state of "what am I doing wrong?" "What do I need to change?".

Not only because it doesn't actually help you but because this often leads to the "pit of despair".

We've been conditioned to believe that we have to follow a certain blueprint to achieve success. There is nothing wrong with you. Nobody has access to hidden knowledge that you don't have.

I'm a believer that nothing can truly hold us back from shifting. You are stronger than you think. There isn't a road block or a gatekeeper holding you back. The only limits are the ones we set for ourselves.

People who have already shifted aren't different from you in any other way. They aren't better than you. You don't have to prove yourself to anyone in order to shift.

You have limitless potential. Everyone can shift, you aren't the exception you are the rule.

Tips and advice:

1. You don't need to follow methods to the letter.

If you don't like something about a method, change it. If you struggle with part of a method change it. Methods aren't set in stone infallible pieces of shifting knowledge, they're customizable tools to help you on your journey. You don't need a method at all if you don't want one. You don't have to do anything special to shift.

The key factors of most methods are: visualization, emotional connection, affirmations, and entering a meditative state.

You don't need to do these things in particular to shift. You can shift without visualization, you can shift without affirmations, etc.

They are 100% useful tools but if you don't find them useful you don't have to keep them.

When people say "find what works for you" they don't mean "wander endlessly till you find the holy Grail" they mostly mean do what feels right and if it doesn't feel right don't try to force yourself to like it.

2. Take care of yourself

I know. I know. Seriously though. It's easier to believe in yourself and connect to your DR if your mental health is good. You will feel your best if you sleep well, eat enough, drink water.

Regulating yourself is important too, it's easier to avoid self doubt spirals when you have a strong foundation. It's hard to put into words.

3. Connect with/embody your DRself

This is probably something you've heard but I think it's rarely fully explained.

Embodying your DRself is not putting on a facade or pretending to be someone else. What it is is recognizing that your DR self IS you.

Your DR is not foreign to you. You have lived a life there and the version of yourself that lives there IS you. Embodying it is to recognize that the person you are here is the person you are there. Obviously there are slight variations of your life experiences but you are you. It is easy to embody your DRself because it's you.

To embody it you align with the habits and thought patterns of your DRself more but this doesn't have to feel fake. Just take a minute to breathe in and out, feel your DRself within you. Think of yourself as one with it as you go about your day and there you go, you've embodied it.

Your desired reality is real and when you shift it will feel natural to you. (I have a post "your desired reality already exists" that explains this better)

I hope this helped but I'm not quite familiar with what you're struggling with in particular. If you aren't struggling with something maybe the truth is that nothing is stopping you. There doesn't have to be a reason.

#ask stardust #shifting antis dni #reality shifting #shifting community #shiftblr #anon ask #anonymous #shifting #shifting realities #shifting reality #desired reality #reality shift #current reality

[starlightandetherealshadows]

an assortment of author rambles (7/24)

Hi honeybees,

I have a couple of things I need to address before they get out of hand. There’s also some updates in this mix. ༘⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

I’m endlessly appreciative of the people who are supportive; the plethora of asks I’ve received that have been sweet and thoughtful have warmed my heart.

I’ve gotten a few messages that go something along the lines of “do ___ or I won’t read your IF” or “thanks for making ___ change, I’ll still be reading” and it’s pissed me off enough to address it.

It’s physically impossible for me to please everyone. Do not send me messages like this. You will be blocked. Yes, even if you’re saying you’re still reading my story. Because you’re not saying it out of interest and out of love for the world I’m creating, you’re saying that because you got your way.

I have different options of approaching my interactions on here. I would prefer to be transparent with you all in my writing process; I also don’t want to create false expectations by not updating you all on ‘major’ story changes. Authors change elements of their story all the time. It's part of the game.

That being said, I have the ability to just write my story and post updates when it’s necessary. There’s no obligation to be interactive. Not ideal for me and my personality type, but if it saves me stress and prevents me from receiving rude, entitled messages, then so be it.

If I need to, I'll turn off anonymous asks for the time being.

Anyways, updates.

To everyone that's sent in their thoughts on MC stat checks or romance routes, I did read all your messages and thank you for your opinions! I didn't respond to all of them, but they are appreciated.

The V romance isn't working and i have to remove them as a triad RO. It's like putting a square peg in a round hole and hoping no one notices. Polyamorous people or people who want to experience a healthy, equal triad relationship deserve better than what the V romance would turn into. With that in mind...

V-type poly with V and MC dating Zero and not each other still works just fine. Any and all MC's can romance Zero, can still fight with V and gain friendship/rivalry with them.

If V is removed as a RO outside of the v-type poly, that means I would add another as an official RO. I'm between Carter and Delphine. Leaning towards Delphine because she's gorgeous and sapphic and I adore her. She would be introduced a few chapters in. Carter and Maggie would remain as flings/possible additions to the group scattered throughout. That would make the official RO's A, C, D, X, Z.

No MC stat checks to initiate any of the RO routes. If there are some incompatibilities, that will be a conversation with the RO and you might get more of a slow burn romance (ex. stoic MC's with C) There might be personality/stat checks to initiate certain moments in the romance (ex. if you're a very sarcastic MC, your RO may not think you mean your affections and you'll have to put in the work to convince them)

I'm gonna get to everyone's asks!! (eventually) I work during the day and I'm writing essays for my medical school applications which take up a lot of my time. So if it's been a while since you've sent your ask, don't worry. I'll get to it! Especially if it's a RO reaction or lore related, those take me much longer to write and cost more energy. But i do love chatting with y'all, so I try to carve out some time for that.

Do not send asks complaining about the changes; they will be ignored and/or deleted. I share them to be transparent.

Okay I think that's it for now. Thank you again for all the amazing messages y'all have sent and I'm sorry for this tone switch, just needed to clear this up. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

I'll be online later tonight to answer more fun asks and be silly goofy with y'all!! (and if you read all this, thank you for reading my lil novel of a post)

All my love,

Cheye

#memento mori #update #y'all should see some of the asks in my inbox rn like lmaoooo

[gilbirda]

Genderbent Anger Management (JazzxJason or more like JaycexJasper here). Not related to any other project.

Based on @anikuja 's drawing

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Jayce was very done with this party. She had wore the sexy black dress in hopes of upsetting her mother enough to kindly ask her to leave the gala; but despite a comment about taking a shawl in case she got cold, Bryce didn’t blink an eye to her choice of dress for the very formal and fancy gala.

Whatever.

Maybe she could find someone cute enough to take home tonight and kick out tomorrow morning. The men that attended these things would jump at the opportunity to sleep with one of the famous Wayne sisters and the chicks would giggle at her dangerous woman routine but fall for it anyway.

So far, no one had dared approach her. Maybe it was her scowl at not raising the kind of reaction she wanted on her mother, the way that in the past hour she had heard three comments about her ‘humble origins’ and two jabs at her selling her body for food, or the way the tiny food at the food table only made her hungrier. How could this be possible?

She grumbled as she shoved more food in her mouth, not caring about the intense red lipstick she chose for tonight smudging all over the place.

“I mean, I know how to do the Heimlich maneuver, but it has been a while since I studied it in school,” a new voice chuckled beside her. She turned, finding a shoulder. She looked up at a face smiling down at her. “I would hate to lose such a pretty girl because of my lack of practice.”

Jayce blushed. 

She had been called many things - handsome, sexy, hot, you name it. Pretty girl wasn’t one of them.

“I-” Of fucking course, she choked on the canapé as she tried to speak, making a fool of herself.

She coughed, the stranger patting her on the back softly but with a strong hand. Tears gathered in her eyes as she finally coughed up the offending tiny food, but she was going to live another day. Also, it would be so humiliating if this was what killed her for good. Dahlia would somehow find her in the afterlife to mock her endlessly.

“Oops,” the stranger chuckled, rubbing his neck in a nervous gesture. “I think I made it worse.”

Jayce crossed her arms, noticing the way the stranger made an effort to keep looking at her in the eyes, despite having a very interesting view from his height.

“Hello. You almost killed me and I think you have to take responsibility.” She extended one hand. “I’m Jayce Todd, by the way.”

“Um. Yeah. I mean, I’m sorry?” His cheeks tinted a bit red, but he took her hand. His hand was soft and very warm. He was nervous, his pulse quick and erratic. “What I’m trying to say is, I apologize if my comment made you choke on absurd tiny gala food.”

“What if it bothered me to be called pretty without permission?” Jayce knew she was being mean, but she wanted to pick on this cute nervous wreck she could eat alive if she wanted, but made her want to protect him instead.

The stranger blushed harder, letting go of her hand to gesture madly. “I’m sorry! Was I too forward? My sister always tells me to try to meet new people but I never find a good topic to break the ice and apparently not everyone is into psychology around here and you look different from the rest and- and I’m rambling.” He deflated. “Please don’t hate me.”

What a himbo. I like it. 

Jayce smiled wider, enjoying the way the stranger looked so put together and ready to impress people in this gala but messed up once he opened his mouth. He was clearly not from the same circles as everyone else - not rich, not an heir from a big company, not aristocracy. 

Good.

“So I ‘look different’? How so?” By this time Jayce was fully messing with the man. She was enjoying how he dug a deeper grave.

“Hmm,” he thought about his answer for a bit. “Just different? Smart. You know you are hot but don’t dress to impress anyone. Also you are here at the food table instead of mingling and looking for a date, so it isn’t about that either. I think you hate being here but still made an appearance for someone else you care about, too. 

“Also you are one of the Waynes but don’t care about making a good impression or networking, choosing to stick to your black sheep attitude, even if it’s a front to protect yourself from the people that wish to harm you by bringing up your past in the streets or the circumstances around your adoption into the family. They think it makes you an easy target, but they are all idiots anyway.” He shrugged.

Jayce was speechless. 

This man got all of that by simply observing? Well, he may already know things since the Waynes were such a public figure, but still. 

She was suddenly so annoyed, her fun ruined by the thoughtful analysis of a total stranger. She wanted to be mad at him, she wanted to kick him in the shins with her pointy heels, she wanted to kiss him right on the lips.

“That was too forward, was it?” He cringed when she didn’t respond. “Uh… please don’t hate me, I’ll just-”

Jayce stopped him from running away by grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket. She pulled so he was forced to lean and be at her level.

“You are too tall,” her voice held no hostility. The man chuckled, but waited to see what else she wanted to say. “Also, you never told me your name.”

“I knew I was forgetting something,” his lips curved in a very kissable smile. “I’m Jasper Fenton.”

#anger management ship #danny phantom #dp x dc #batman dc #jazz fenton #jason todd #jazz x jason #jazz/jason

[hollybee8917]

Lighting the Flame Above

Characters: Clint Barton, Steve Rogers

Plot: Steve and Clint have their first date. Things don’t go as planned.

Warnings: Time period homophobia (40s)

Clint walked into the common room of Avengers tower and collapsed on the couch, “My god. Why do I even try?”

“You got something to share with the class, Barton?”

The blonde straightened up and looked to his right. There sat Steve Rogers looking down at a book. He scoffed, “It’s not something you would understand Cap.”

Steve closed his book, “Try me.”

Tilting his head back, Clint replied, “You haven’t tried dating recently, have you?”

A sigh escaped Steve’s lips, “Yeah but I can’t seem to find the right person.”

“What kind of girl are you looking for?” Clint asked his team leader.

Rogers leaned back, “You sure you want to know the answer to that?”

Clint scoffed, “I dunno. All I know is that there is not a single guy in this city who does not either drink iced coffee and wear fleece scarves or says ‘yaas’ and go on and on about twerking. The word is yes. I went on a date last night with a guy named Ethan and he rambled endlessly about something called Vine.”

Steve’s eyes widened, “Clint, are-are you gay?”

Clint’s breath hitched, “Is that a problem?”

Reflexively, Steve’s head went back and forth, “No! Not at all. I’m just a bit surprised. I assumed you and Natasha were, well, together.”

Clint let loose a laugh, loud and long, “Me-me and Nat? Hahaha. No. We’re just friends. We are partners on the field and best friends off the field. We’ve never been together romantically.”

A small oh escaped Steve’s mouth. Clint looked away and didn’t say anything else. Steve stood up and made his way over to the couch. He sat down at the other end of the sofa, “Hey Clint?”

“Yeah?”

“Me too.”

Clint raised his head and looked in Steve’s direction, “You too, what?”

Steve’s hand shook a little as he wiped a stray hair from his forehead, “I’m gay.”

“No shit,” Clint exclaimed, “You’re gay? How long have you been out?”

Steve shrugged, “I never really came out of the closet.”

Clint’s eyes widened, “Am I the first person you have come out to?”

The soldier shook his head, “No. My mother and Bucky both knew. Bucky came out to me. I lived my adult life in the ‘30s and ‘40s. Men did not announce their sexuality back then. Neither did women but it was even worse for the men. Not to mention, I was a soldier. If it had leaked that Bucky and I were gay, we would have been given a blue ticket, court-martialed and tossed out of the Army then probably arrested.”

“Bucky? You mean Bucky Barnes?”

Tears formed in the corners of Steve’s eyes, “Yeah… He was my first love and the only one who really understood me and was accepting of my lifestyle because he was the same. We had known each other since we were kids.”

Clint took a breath, “Then he died. I’m sorry man. I always assumed it was you and Peggy Carter. That was the story I heard anyway. She spoke of you so fondly, I assumed that you two were lovers.”

A smile graced Steve’s lips, “Peggy was sweet but she knew that I wasn’t interested in her romantically. She caught us once, me and Bucky. We were in Austria. I thought we would be together forever. Then the train happened.”

“You wanna talk about it? It helps. At least that’s what my therapist says.”

Steve let out a low laugh, “We were sent to capture Arnim Zola. He was the main HYDRA scientist and the one who injected Bucky with a derivation of my serum. We made it onto the train but Bucky and I got separated. I was fighting a guy with a large gun that shot energy blasts and Bucky was stuck with some others. I was able to know the energy blast guy out and get to Bucky. We beat the ones Bucy was fighting but then the energy blast guy came back. The first shot separated me from my shield and Bucky picked it up. Before I could react, the energy blast guy shot a second time. Bucky was blasted out the side of the train. I beat the Hydra guy but I wasn’t—wasn’t fast enough to save Bucky.”

“Wow. I didn’t know that.”

Tears formed in the corners of Steve’s eyes, “He was the best thing I had and the only one who understood me.”

The archer leaned back, “I know the feeling. It’s been hard for me too. I had a Bucky once but his name was Henry Garrett. When I went to the Army then came to SHIELD, he was there. We fell in love pretty quickly.”

Steve scooted closer to Clint, “If it’s okay to ask, what happened?”

Clint met his gaze, “We were on an assignment in Prague. It was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission. We had a target that we were supposed to tail, get information about him and get out. All the intel we were gathering was supposed to go to our handler.”

“Phil Coulson?”

Clint shook his head, “I didn’t get assigned to Phil until after this mission went south. Our  handler was a man named Byron Fischer. Henry had taken me to a café just south of the Rudolfinum in Prague. What neither of us knew was that it was a setup by someone in SHIELD. Anyway, we were sitting at the café and we were ambushed by the guy’s team that we were tailing. Henry and I tried to run but I ended up getting shot in the arm and chest. Henry took out three of the men but missed the fourth one. He was also shot. Fortunately, he only took a bullet to the leg. The fourth man ran off before we could get him.”

“How did Henry die if he only received a leg wound?”

A tear found its way to the floor, “The guy came back with more men. We tried to escape but we were surrounded. Henry stood over me firing guns at the men around him. He was hit multiple times and landed on top of me. Henry covered me with his body. Our handler never showed up to evacuate us.. Instead, Phil Coulson did. By the time he did though, it was too late for Henry. He told me he loved me and died by my side.”

Steve leaned back and looked away, “I guess you and I are more alike than I realized.”

Clint didn’t respond and a comfortable silence fell over the room. The door to the elevator slid open and Tony walked through it. Steve slid away from Clint and the latter threw his legs up on the couch. Tony being Tony began to talk incessantly and neither man dared casting a glance at each other. After a short time, Clint stood, “I’m going to go train. See you later.”

Steve watched as Clint walked away.

~~~

Come on, Rogers. You can do this. Just ask him. The worst that could happen is that he says no.

Two days had passed since he’d had the conversation with Chris about their respective pasts and Steve couldn’t get Clint’s words out of his head. Steve looked at Clint as he lay by the pool on the recreation level. Taking a breath, he stepped forward toward the archer who had his eyes closed while reclining on a lounge chair.

“I can hear you breathing hard, Cap.”

A sheepish smile crossed the taller blonde’s face, “I forget you have good hearing not just good eyesight.”

Clint opened his eyes, “Wanna talk about what’s on your mind?”

Steve shrugged then rubbed the back of his neck, “I was wondering if you would like to get dinner with me?”

A smile crossed Clint’s lips, “Yeah, sure. I would like that. When?”

“How about tonight? Maybe we could go for a pizza?”

Clint nodded, “That sounds good. Maybe we could go to that place on Broadway and West 40th street? It’s called Joe’s Pizza.”

Steve smiled back at Clint, “How about six o’clock?”

“Sure,” Clint gave a toothy grin, “Maybe we could walk Central Park after?”

Steve’s breath hitched, “That sounds good.”

Clint stood up, “I have to go get ready. I’ll see you at five thirty.”

~~

Steve Rogers sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. None of the shirts were right. Steve sighed again, “Jarvis?”

“Yes, Captain,” came the disembodied voice of Stark’s AI, “what may I help you with?”

Swallowing, Steve replied, “What is common to wear to a first date at a pizza place?”

Jarvis didn’t miss a beat, “Typically, one would wear a nice polo shirt usually a dark color, and either khaki pant or blue jeans.”

The superhero sighed, “I don’t have a solid polo. Is there something else I should wear?”

Above him, the AI responded, “It’s also advisable to wear a solid button down shirt with crisp blue jeans or black jeans.”

“That’s what I’ll do,” Steve replied, “thank you.”

Jarvis responded, “You’re welcome, Captain.”

~~

The elevator door opened and Clint stepped into the common room. He sighed as he looked down at himself. Clint hoped this outfit was okay. As he entered, Steve looked up from the paper he was reading. An audible gasp escaped Steve’s lips, “Clint you look-”

“Too much?”

Steve shook his head, “You look amazing.”

Clint was dressed in a charcoal tee with a tan leather jacket and dark wash blue jeans.

The archer looked his team leader up and down, “You look great too. You ready to go?”

Steve nodded, “Yep.”

Getting back in the elevator, the pair rode it all the way down to the bottom floor. Steve and Clint walked out of the tower together. As they walked, Clint bit his lip, “So, Steve, what do you like to do for fun?”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “I like to draw. I also like boxing. What about you?”

“I’m a simple man. I like horseback riding, baseball and archery.”

A small hmm slipped from Steve’s lips, “Do you read?”

Clint shook his head, “Not a big reader. I dropped out of school in sixth grade.”

Steve stopped mid step, “Wait, what?”

The shorter blonde shrugged, “I quit when I was in sixth grade and ended up in the circus with my brother. After I left the circus, I joined the Army as a ranger then jumped into SHIELD.”

Tilting his head, Steve asked, “You have a brother?”

“Yeah but I haven’t seen him in twenty years.”

Steve paused in the street, “How long were you in the Army?”

Clint turned and looked at him, “Sixteen years before SHIELD plucked me out of it. I have a particular set of skills and SHIELD wanted to use them.”

Steve started to walk beside Clint again, “Ever had any tours?”

“Yeah, two in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. Got my leg shot up in Kabul and got discharged from the army with a Purple heart. Once I came back, I worked as a gun for hire for a while then I landed on SHIELD’s radar. Fury sent Phil to hire me…”

Tears pricked Clint’s eyes, “Sorry. We’re here.”

Steve looked up to see the sign for Joe’s Pizza above them and pulled the door open. Clint entered first then Steve. They sat down at a table and a server came over, “Welcome to Joe’s. What can I get you tonight?"

Clint looked up, “Let me order, Steve. We’ll get a supreme pizza with black olives and meatballs. And two sodas.”

The waitress nodded and walked away. Before she could make it to the register to put the order in, the room erupted into chaos. Three men burst into the restaurant with guns leveled at everyone inside. Steve threw the table forward while Clint grabbed a knife and flipped it toward the gunman in front. It hit his carotid artery and he hit the floor with a scream. The remaining two men opened fire and people dropped to the floor and crawled toward the back. Steve used the table as a shield and shoved it into the second gunman.

As the third gunman turned his weapon at Steve but was brought down by Clint who dropped him with a kick to the legs. The man turned on Clint with a knife. Clint dodged twice then palmed the guy in the throat. He stumbled back and crashed into a nearby chair. Taking the opportunity, pounced onto the guy and threw some punches against the guy’s face.

Meanwhile, Steve was going hand to hand against his opponent. Without warning, the door opened and another man stepped inside. He threw something inside before Steve could realize it. The supersoldier’s eyes widened when he realized what it was. He yelled over his shoulder, “Clint!”

Clint turned and saw it. A bomb. As if in unison, the two men jumped up, sailed over the bar and prayed that it would protect them.

~~

Steve and Clint sat with their backs against the bar staring at each other and the mess in front of them. Coughing, Clint broke the silence, “So… dinner tomorrow?”

Steve let out a laugh, “Yeah, dinner sounds great.”

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[i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy]

Hey hey! Would you be willing to write something with the obey me cast's reaction to human mimicking? (Its a hc of mine that they can't mimic noises(except Sol obviously), since they're so powerful they would have no need to evolve the ability to mimic creatures around them for hunting) just though it was a cool idea & no ones done it yet

sorry if this isn’t what you expected, as I’ve said I’m on writers block but I really appreciate the support and hope you enjoy this! Also I’m literally obsessing over this headcanon?!

can be read as platonic or romantic

Lucifer was… confused when you started subtle mimicking his actions. In fact, he was slightly offended, but he didn’t know why. He eventually looked it up and eventually mentioned how he finds it strange, and how he totally knew a lot about it. Of course you were able to understand that this is strange for him, sometimes he finds himself uncomfortable from your subconscious actions

mammon was flattered. That his human was copying him. Of course, he assumed this was on purpose, that you wanted to be everything like the great mammon. When he one day bought it up, you looked confused. When you realised, he was embarrassed. He tried not to show it though, proclaiming that he knew despite a red flush covering his face to his ears. He still thinks it’s cool, but also strange

leviathan is very uncomfy. Why would you copy a yucky otaku like him?? Is this a normie thing to make fun of him? You can tell from his straighter posture and seemingly shorter temper that somethings on his mind. So when you sit in his room, playing Devil Kart, you ask. When you explain, he goes into a whole ramble about how he only thought it was done in video games to show if characters are friendly. Genuinely this dumbass is lucky you like him

asmodeus thinks it’s adorable. The cute human copying him? He wants a few pictures and praises you endlessly. He’s never seen this, as he barely spends meaningful time around humans, and he lovesss it. He eventually researches into it and he loves it even more when he finds out it can be to do with sharing relationships and emotions he may or may not ignore the slim chance it’s an intimidation thing in all seriousness, he thinks everything you do is great and this is another reason for him to love you

Satan is enraged. He thinks you’re mocking him initially, despite his vast knowledge. Maybe he should’ve thought before taking immediate offence to your behaviour. When he starts shouting, you’re very confused. You were Just sitting together doing homework and now he’s annoyed that you’re mocking him? Even you don’t know as much as Satan about human social behaviours, and in response to your genuine confusion, Satan stops to think. Then he realises. It means you’re comfortable in his presence, and he fears now he’s ruined that. He swiftly explains himself and apologised before setting himself down again, and bling to see you do it again

Beelzebub is intrigued. He doesn’t notice initially, and when he does he’s curious. So instead of beating around the bush like the others, he just asks. When you explain, he remembers that Belphie used to talk about how it was an amazing thing humans can do due to threats. He doesn’t mention it but the thought makes him smile a bit bigger. He notes when you do it now, after further research. He thinks it’s another interesting quirk humans have

belphegor knew about this from when he loved humans. He’s always found social behaviours in humanity intriguing, but this is one he struggles more to have a grasp of, because it can be done to show comfort or to intimidate. He hopes it’s for the right reasons when he notices you do it. The slight quirk in his lips as he notices you do it isn’t very noticeable and he won’t mention it, but he hopes (and is glad if you) comfortable around him

Diavolo is fascinated by this behaviour! Why do humans do this? He takes to the library extremely quickly after you leave from the tea party you had shared together. Sure, he’d ditched his paper work, but he was sure barbatos could understand! He couldn’t by the way. In fact he was very angry, though the only way you could tell was from how the smile seemed to drop off his face and his eyes shining with an air of malevolence he likes seeing you exhibit this behaviour, he feels as though he is learning so much about humans, and you (most likely) feel comfortable around him! Over the moon!!

barbatos knew this happens, he has experience with humans but it never failed to amuse him how you slightly copied his actions. He couldn’t help the small exhale of air out of his nose, and gave a prompt response when you asked what was wrong. And the slight embarrassment you felt made it even more enjoyable to watch, as a blush crept up to the tips of your ears. You never cease to amaze him in your actions, and hopes you will be happy, for all the good you do unto them, despite their demonic nature

Solomon finds it hilarious how the other dont understand it, even powerful demons like lucifer and Diavolo. Genuinely barely notices when you do it and he does it himself, less often but still. It’s laughable in his eyes, lucifers bafflement, Diavolos excitement. He found himself talking to barbatos, when he saw this. He already figured that demons didn’t due to having no need to, but barbatos confirmed it for him, and confessed that he too saw humour in the actions of the brothers and his master

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[dolce-peach]

hii !!! i was wondering if you could do obi/reader who was turned to the dark side instead of ani, if you haven’t already :))

one drop of sun

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x sith!reader

warnings: mentions of murder, action, death, betrayal, order 66

a/n: hi anon!! omg i’m so sorry this is so late -- i had a bit of a health scare coming back from my trip and i moved in to school this past week. also literally cannot imagine this man my kinnie in any more pain but i shall do my best. i thrive in pain lmaoooo -- also added some rain for *drama*

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Something was wrong.

Obi-Wan felt it the moment he escaped from Utapau. It wasn’t just that Cody and the rest of his troops turned on him so suddenly. It was something else, something he had the worst feeling about. He hadn’t felt something as unsettling since his last negotiations with the Trade Federation while accompanying his master Qui-Gon all those years ago.

A dark veil had shielded you from the Force.

He didn’t need to be with you to know it. Questions flooded his head in a massive tidal wave. Were you alright? Were you safe in the midst of this madness? He couldn’t imagine you would go down without a fight, but he still inevitably worried about you endlessly.

To say that you meant a lot to him was an understatement. If he lost you, part of him would perish along with you. Who knew what kind of person would be left? Even though that kind of thinking went against everything he stood for, he would do anything to save you, and now, in this desperate hour, he was going to find you.

“Emergency Code 913,” he said into the comlink of the ship he stole. A garbled message came through faintly. “Stand by.”

He instantly recognized Master Yoda, and he instantly felt some relief.

“Master Kenobi,” he greeted with an equally grim expression. “Glad to see you, I am.”

Obi-Wan’s hands were steady on the gears. “Master Yoda, my clones have turned on me. I have a very strong feeling that this is happening everywhere across the galaxy,” he nearly rambled. “I need to go help any others if they’re still alive. We don’t know what kind of threat we’re up against.”

“On the contrary,” Yoda said. “The work of the Sith, this is, rising again.”

Frustration bubbled over. “That’s why I have to go and help --”

“Patience,” Yoda said with a deep sigh. “Help you, I will, but feel our friend’s presence in the Force, I cannot...”

Obi-Wan took a deep, careful breath, as he always did whenever you were mentioned in any conversation. You compromised him, consuming his mind at times. It was necessary to fold his emotions neatly in the deep recesses of his heart, to keep from distractions, but something about you also helped him focus.

As frazzled as he was, he knew Master Yoda was right. He needed to take a step back before charging in, a mistake his former Padawan often made. Everything was under control, as long as...

“What do you mean, you can’t feel their presence?” the question came urgently before he had a chance to think.

Yoda bore concern in his deeply set brow. “A darkness I sense in them...and their new master,” he said. “The chancellor -- an emperor he has become.”

Obi-Wan felt lightheaded, his hands trembling. His words only confirmed what he feared. If it was possible, if this was happening, then he would be forced to do something he knew he couldn’t do.

“Master,” he began, his throat dry. “What must I do?”

The old Jedi master hummed in thought. “End this, we must...”

Realization made the blood drain from his face.

“No,” still came from his lips in horror. “Master, I can’t --”

“You must. For the greater good,” Yoda insisted. “I must face the emperor.”

“Send me to kill the emperor,” he begged. “They would never do such a thing. I know they wouldn’t. To turn on their own family and the galaxy?”

Yoda shook his head. “Trying times, these are.”

With another breath, the only thing that was clear in his mind was the command his master had given him. Normally he would’ve completed the mission without question, but this was you he was dealing with, and he wasn’t about to go down that easily. No matter how long he stayed in denial, he knew he’d have to face you one way or another.

He wasn’t sure he was ready to see you yet, but then again, when does life ever wait?

You came catapulting into his life as his closest friend. The years had you grow closer to each other. He knew you better than you knew yourself, so how could something like this happen?

As the grief began to set in, he tightened his hand on the controls.

“I’ll begin searching immediately,” he managed to say.

Yoda shook his head. “No need. Go to the temple.”

Obi-Wan could barely register himself launching the ship into light speed.

As the stars blurred, his hands were clammy, waiting with bated breath. There was nothing he could think about or say to himself that could possibly prepare him for what was inevitably going to happen. His head was empty, with only one last order to hopefully put an end to this.

And to lead him down a path of ultimate pain.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t imagine driving his saber into your heart, to see the light fade from your eyes. Anger mingling with betrayal, it would destroy him.

He shook his head as he came out of light speed and entered Coruscant’s atmosphere.

It took him no time at all to arrive at the temple. Rain splattered against the ship’s display in thick sheets, effectively distorting his visual as he touched down. He threw open the top and slid down the ship before taking off in a fast sprint.

He called your name, and they echoed in the once filled, dimly lit halls.

Desperation began gripping his voice. “Where are you?”

Then he felt a chilling presence behind him, in the shadows of a pillar. He didn’t dare turn around until he heard what sounded like a ghost of your voice.

“Obi-Wan?”

He couldn’t help but almost laugh with relief. “Thank the stars...” He turned to see you peering at him, and in that moment, all he wanted to do was to sweep you up and run away like the two of you had always guiltily dreamed about.

“What’re you doing here?” you shot. “It’s not safe.”

He took a step back defensively. “I should be asking you the same,” he said uneasily. “What happened here? Where are the teachers? The younglings?”

“It doesn’t concern you.”

“You know that’s not true,” he said. “The temple is my home as well as yours. When I received the distress signal, I thought --”

“You never should’ve come.”

Obi-Wan found himself reaching for his saber, his fingers finding the cold metal. It felt oddly unfamiliar in his hands, especially as his eyes locked with yours. There you stood before him not as the hunted, but the hunter. You had something glint in your eyes that made Obi-Wan’s breathing unsteady. An unquenched bloodlust melted your eyes into liquid gold in the shadows.

His heart broke. What could the emperor had said to turn you over so easily? What did he promise you? You would’ve told Obi-Wan if something was wrong, right?

Or was he just another pawn in this game?

No, this doubt was trying to root itself in his mind, to get him feeling indifferent towards you so he could complete his task. The hero in him knew that he had to try and see past it, but it was hard watching you in so much pain. He would take it all away in an instant if he could.

You ignited your saber, the glow illuminating your face. You lifted your weapon, the tip inches away from his neck. “Get out.”

“You know I can't.”

“Leave!” you roared as you stepped forward, twirling before swinging your weapon across his chest.

Obi-Wan stepped back just in time, his eyes wide as he exclaimed your name. “Come to your senses!”

“On the contrary, my mind has never been clearer,” you said as you slashed again, this time catching the edge of his cloak. “The Jedi Order is corrupt. The true Republic never existed with us in the way. With the Chancellor in power --”

“Chancellor Palpatine will destroy us all!” Obi-Wan protested, shrugging his smoking cloak off before throwing it to the side. “We were put in place to set balance.”

“And look where that got us,” you said. “We were never supposed to live our lives like this, fighting in a war that could never be won in the first place. The people of the galaxy need someone to be a beacon in this darkness.”

He felt for his saber again, this time his fingers hovering to ignite it. He watched as you held your weapon threateningly. “And who is to be that beacon? You?”

“It could be us,” you said, holding your hand out. Your voice was like velvet, tempting him so hard that he had to gasp for breath. “Help me fix everything.”

Part of him wanted to give in. He could have everything, even the peace he dreamed of. He could have you unapologetically. The fantasies that slipped through his fingers could be tangible. He could right all of the galaxy’s wrongs by your side.

He would never want for anything again.

But that thought faded as fast as it came, and he gave you a sad smile. “I never really knew you, did I?”

Your eyes reflected sadness for a moment, glossy with heavy tears before they began to boil in a menacing glare that chilled Obi-Wan’s bones.

“I suppose not.”

He gritted his teeth as he dodged your incoming swing. Your speed had always been like an intimidating flash of lightning, but he was able to analyze in the heat of battle. It wasn’t much to count on, but he needed all the help he could get.

As he ignited his lightsaber to meet you, the light of his weapon caught yours in a twisted, hissing dance. You pushed down against him, forcing him to kneel.

He spun and swiped his leg out, knocking you off your feet. Scrambling back up, he launched himself at you, swinging. You dodged just in time, his saber shattering the glass doors instead.

The storm continued brewing outside. A cold gust of wind crawled across Obi-Wan’s skin as you regained your footing.

“You’re holding back,” you hissed with annoyance.

“Of course, I am!” he yelled. “Stop this madness! Please! You don’t have to do this!”

Seething, you assumed your attack position. “It’s too late!”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he exclaimed as you kicked him outside. His long, wet locks were glued to his face and hair, covering his eyes.

He screamed in pain as your blade caught his upper chest. Staggering back, he waved his weapon blindly to keep you away until he fell to his knees. His fingers trembled with pain as he gingerly brushed them over his sizzling wound. The rain seemed to ease it some.

“I killed them already!” you cried. “The elders! Teachers! Even the younglings!” Your voice was tight with anguish. “I killed them all!”

It was hard for Obi-Wan to mask his horror through his pain. He groaned as he did his best to stand, gripping his weapon for dear life.

You laughed hysterically, in spite of the tears in your eyes as you pulled your hair. You fell to your knees in laughter. “I killed them,” you said again, your voice dimming as realization flooded your face. “I killed them...”

You didn’t remember screaming, but he would always, until the day he died. It was a sound that made his blood curdle as it mixed with the heavy rain.

When he said your name, it was like he was calling out to you from the entrance of the darkest cave.

“Obi-Wan...” you murmured.

He grimaced in pain as he made his way over to you, only to stop in his tracks as you held your weapon against him.

“Stay back!”

“Let me help you,” he said softly, gently.

“No! I will slaughter you where you stand if you take one more step!”

You meant it. He knew that.

And part of him didn’t mind at all.

“You know how this ends, don’t you?” you said, a knowing, bitter smile on your lips.

Obi-Wan felt the blood drain from his face. “No...”

You shook your head. “That's the task Master Yoda gave to you,” you said. “The longer I’m alive, the more of a threat I am to you and whatever remains of the Order.”

“Stop,” he pleaded. “I told him I wouldn’t.”

You twirled your hilt in your hand. “Of course, you did.”

When you looked at him, his heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Even as you were soaking in the rain, your battle-worn robes seeing better days as the fabric stuck to your skin, you were beautiful as you were broken. He could see the turmoil of your soul in your eyes.

You were silent, and he didn’t like that. He was afraid of taking one more step closer to you, not because of your threat, but because he could feel you slipping away. One more step towards you, and he could lose you forever. By staying where he was, there was an unspoken trust hanging in the balance, that he would give you the space you desperately needed.

An invisible smile lay on your lips. “If I mean anything at all to you...” you trailed off. “You’d do this for me.”

His free hand tightened into a white fist. “But what about me?”

“What about you?”

“You’d leave me behind,” he said. “Or did I just imagine our mutually shared feelings?”

He watched as you savored what he said, your eyes foggy, but he never imagined you’d say those next words.

“Yes, you did.”

Of course, you’d try to make it easier for him to kill you without a thought. Years of silent pining after one another sealed with a kiss at the start of your knighthoods all dissipated. All of those moments where your skin was flush against his seemed to sear him alive. The ghost of your feathery touch now wrapped around his throat.

He couldn’t breathe. His cheeks were hot, almost boiling the raindrops that came down relentlessly.

You meant your words, and that frightened him to no end.

He could barely move as you swung your lightsaber, twirling and swinging as you scrambled to your feet. He met your weapon with his, shoving you away in time for him to catch his breath.

“Fight back, you coward!” you screamed.

It was obvious what needed to be done. He seemed to hear the entire cosmos in his head, generations of Jedi knights urging him to make the move. His ears were eventually ringing, drowning out the rain and everything else. All memories he had of you were fading into the back of his mind.

At least, they tried. There was no way he would be able to completely shut you out. Call it weakness, but you were the sun in his universe.

You were moving towards him, your eyes cold gold. They were unchanging as he parried your blade, his slicing through your shoulder. Your arm and saber fell to the ground as a metallic odor filled the wet air.

The pain distracted you from his saber plunging into your stomach. He let out a small sob as your body fell limply into his.

Your hand held the cauterized stump that was your shoulder. Your injury was already peeling, revealing blood and white bone underneath the dark burn.

Your breathing was erratic as he set you down, laying your head in his lap.

“I’m sorry,” he said over and over like a prayer. “I’m so sorry...”

“You...you...” you managed to say as you shivered from the pain. “Obi...”

“Hush, save your breath.”

“What does it matter?” you shot. “You need to let me go.”

He shook his head, rain mixing with his tears. “Don’t leave me, please!”

“I...would never leave you,” you wheezed as you gripped his hand. “But you can’t save me. Not this time.”

When you brought his hand to your lips, he ripped his gaze away, squeezing his eyes shut.

It was a dream. It was all a dream.

“Don’t you dare save my life.”

Your body grew lighter in his arms.

Curling himself into you, he cried, screamed, begged you to come back. What hate was in his heart, he let out in a scream nearly loud enough to part the clouds.

The rain stopped.

The rain stopped, and you were dead in his arms.

It wasn't long before your skin began to grow cold. He placed one last kiss on your forehead, closing your eyes with the rough pads of his fingers.

He left you in the small garden out there, lying in a bed of flowers. In time, you would return to the earth and fuel new life, as life in the universe continued. He desperately wanted to take you with him, but he knew you’d always be there.

He could feel your hand on his shoulder as he walked away.

The sun broke through the thick grey clouds, illuminating the place where he left you.

But he didn’t turn back.

He couldn’t.

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[liathejedi]

Hello sorry to bother you but I noticed your Dinluke Tangled fic has been deleted on AO3 and was wondering if you were aware of this or if it was accidental? I really loved that fic (and I know heaps of others do too) and I’m saddened to see it go but I will respect your decision if you did remove it intentionally. I just wish I could’ve saved/downloaded it sooner 😭

So, I've actually been meaning to make a post about this (sorry Vanilla, I know this ask has been sitting in my inbox for a long time!) This post will ramble on a bit, but moral of the story is, I am in the process of editing and making tweaks to the fic to reupload it onto AO3 as an orphaned work. Further explanations will be below the cut but feel free to move on, they’re not that important, lol!

When I deleted my fic last year, it was at a time where the dinluke fandom, somewhere I had found so much joy and solace in for over a year, had become a place that just started to make me uncomfortable. I avoided the tags, I downloaded a few of my favourite fics from my favourite authors (who are still some of my beloved mutuals <3) and moved on.

The fic in question, a tangled AU I had written back in 2021, was probably the most prevalent work I had created for the fandom. I wrote it in a time where I needed something light-hearted and warm and fun to write, and writing this fic really did bring me so much joy. Even more so was the response that it received while I was publishing it. I could tell that there were readers who enjoyed reading it for the exact same reasons that I enjoyed writing it, and hearing everyone’s thoughts and feedback every week is part of what made writing this fic so special. Every fic author understands how wonderful it is to share your work with an audience and be able to talk about it with them.

But then the dinluke discourse became more prevalent, and I started noticing more comments on the fic that interpreted the ship and the ‘roles’ of the characters in a way that ... didn’t really make me comfortable. Yes, I had Din as the ‘Flynn Rider’ character and Luke as the ‘Rapunzel’ character, but I felt that that best represented their characters in canon - with Din as the seemingly rough on the outside but warm on the inside one often brushing against the law, and Luke as the driven, optimistic, and sometimes reckless one who is endlessly hopeful. But there were some people in the comments who just wanted to see luke as a typical damsel-in-distress disney princesss, which isn’t what I wanted, or wrote, at all.

And so, having removed myself from the fandom, I removed the fic, too. Looking back, even though I don’t regret what motivated this decision, I do regret removing it from AO3 so quickly and without warning. I know there were people who loved it - I did too - and if I had known more about the option to simply orphan a fic and leave it up on AO3, just not associated with your account, then I think I would have done that instead. But at that point in time, the fic just served as a reminder of how hostile some parts of the fandom had grown, and how I didn’t fully feel comfortable being in a fandom I loved anymore. I didn’t even think I’d ever come back.

But now I am, lol. I’ve reached a point now where I’m comfortable existing in my own corner of the fandom, discussing the ship with my mutuals and sharing content with them, and that’s brought back a lot of the joy that I’d missed. I’d even started to go back to my google doc with the tangled AU fic’s original draft, going through and editing and tweaking it just to remember that joy of writing it. And so, I decided that I want to put it back up onto AO3. I’ll republish the chapters once I’ve finished editing them (the first few are already done) and once it’s all back up, I’ll orphan the fic. That way it’ll be there for all of those who had originally joined me in the journey of writing it, who made me smile every week with their wonderful comments. The fic has always been for them.

Anyways, that got a little melodramatic, lol. I’ll probably start publishing the first couple chapters later today. Other than this post, I probably won’t be mentioning it much more on this account, and simply moving on with the dinluke (and now jedi fallen order oops) brainrot 😂. Stay well everyone! xx

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[mebiselfandi]

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Have a nice day/night. ✨

Hey baby👋 you’re such a sweetheart for telling me so and it means the world to me that you like my blog and my vibe ☺️. And if you ever want to cry no don’t know who to turn to, I’m always here for you. Feel free to message me or come and just vent I don’t mind. Just know that I care about you and appreciate your presence here🫂

6. How do you want to die?

I don’t really know. I know I don’t want to die painfully. I’ve never been good at handling pain. I mean I can tolerate a lot but I don’t like it cause everything seems to hurt extra cause I’m very sensitive. But I am not going to spend the last few minutes of my life ‘sucking it up’. So I’d like to die painlessly. Or at least not something too painful like drowning or burning. Maybe in my sleep but I’ve always thought what if I die because I had a very scary dream. I’d rather my heart just stopped beating of its own volition. In a way I don’t notice. One second I’m here then I’m gone y’know. Sorry for rambling.

15. Have any pets?

I answered that here

24. What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

English for the win. I was pretty good at most things cause I love learning. Except maths. Maths I had to put the work in. However I did manage to go from an E to a C in a week and from a C to an A* for my exams in a day. Being good in school is easy if you know how to do it so even though I’m good at most subject I’m not naturally gifted in all of them like k am with English. English and literature? Flying colours those are my babies. I could do them in my sleep with my eyes closed and both hands tied behind my back. Followed closely by history.

62. What makes you happy?

I answered this here. But I will answer again.

What makes me happy? It’s the small things. The morning sun on my face that filters in if I wake up early enough to catch it. The taste of honey that I know I shouldn’t be eating but do it anyways cause I like sweet things. The sound of my friends voices when they tell me things they’re excited about. The random socks I find after months and months of searching for them endlessly. The first sip of a warm cup of tea after a long and tiring day. The feel of a boiling hot shower against my skin when my shoulders feel a little tense. So yes, all the small things that remind me there is life around me.

The ask game

#I’m not sure if your name is iris or not #but I’mma tag it as iris for now till you tell me what I can call you #I hope you don’t mind #ask games #hasti<3

[justalonelybitch]

hiii i was wondering if you could do a fluffy heejin x fem! reader where heejin wants to introduce the reader to the rest of the loona members? 🍓

It was a little rushed, but I hope it's still somewhat enjoyable!

Meet The Family

Heejin x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Anxiousness, Doubts,

Word Count: 1.38k

Buy me a coffee :)

Your shoulders were tense as you trailed behind Heejin, nervously running your hands through your hair. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip you reached out to slip your hand into your girlfriend, pulling her back before she could enter the building. She turned to you, smiling brightly as she tilted her head inquisitively. “Are you sure about this?” You said, voice quiet as you began to second guess the idea of meeting her members for the first time.

“I mean, what if they don’t like me? Maybe we should just go,” you began to ramble endlessly, nerves taking over. Heejin watched you with a fond gaze, squeezing your hand in hopes of bringing you back to reality. “You’ll be fine, jagiya,” she insisted, pulling you into the building, ignoring your protests. “I’m sure they’ll love you, I mean you managed to charm me after all.” You looked at her with raised eyebrows, huffing incredulously.

“Heejin, I literally spilled coffee on you when we first met!” You exclaimed, only to receive a smile in response. “I know, but then you took me on an apology coffee date after,” she smiled brightly at you, the elevator dinging. “Only because I felt bad and you suggested it as a way to make up for your stained shirt.” You recalled your first date with her, making your girlfriend hum. “And aren’t you glad I did?” She swiftly changed the topic, to which you shot her a pointed glare.

“Too late, we're here anyways,” Heejin beamed. Much to your surprise, you found yourself being tugged inside her dorm, not even realising you’d followed her all the way there. The first thing you noticed being the overwhelming amount of noise coming from every direction, shouts resounding around the apartment. You jumped back in shock as someone zipped past you at the speed of light, screaming bloody Mary as another body followed closely behind.

You looked at your girlfriend like a deer in headlights, met with her sheepish smile as she shrugged her shoulders. You stood frozen in the doorway, Heejin by your side as chaos ensued all around you. The sound of a gunshot making you flinch as your eyes landed on the source, a TV in what you assumed was the lounge. “I win!” A blonde who you recognised as Jungeun yelled out, throwing her arms up in celebration. “No you didn’t, you died unnie,” a dark haired girl deadpanned. ‘Hyejoo?’ You thought to yourself.

Eyes flickering briefly to the kitchen, you caught sight of a seemingly calmer and quieter girl. Her gaze was focused on the stove, shaking her head in amusement at the others while brushing a stray strand of pink from her face. “Hey Heejin, who’s your friend?” Yet another blonde came into your line of sight, a greasy grin on her lips. “This is Y/n, and Y/n, this is Jinsoul unnie,” your girlfriend introduced. You gave a tight lipped smile to the older girl, bowling respectfully.

“She’s pretty Heejin-ah,” a tall brunette lingered behind Jinsoul, sending you a wink. “She has a name Sooyoung,” another girl popped out of thin air, pushing the older two away. “Sorry about them, they don’t get out much. I’m Haseul, nice to finally meet you,” she spoke elegantly, ignoring the complaints from behind her as she sent you a warm smile. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the others,” your girlfriend dragged you further into the dorms.

A high-pitched squeal caught you off guard as a hand wrapped around your torso in a tight hug. “You must be Y/n!!!” She shouted in your ear, although surprised, you found her welcoming actions calming. “Let the poor girl breathe Jiwoo unnie,” a crunchy voice spoke, the older reluctantly releasing her iron grip on you with one final squeeze. “I’m Chaewon, and this is Yerim,” she pointed to the purple haired girl who was jumping around excitedly.

“I’ve heard so much about you!” Yerim exclaimed, giving you a quicker hug in comparison to Jiwoo. “Yeah, we were starting to wonder if you were real or not,” a dark haired girl chimed in, earning a scowl from Heejin. “Hyunjin or Aeong,” she introduced, suddenly meowing like a cat. You looked at your girlfriend in confusion, but she only shrugged her shoulders. Looking back at the cat-like girl you smiled in amusement, taking a liking to her somehow charming strangeness.

“Come meet Kahei unnie,” Heejin stared at you away from Hyunjin, unsure of how to explain the meowing. Entering the kitchen, you noticed the familiar pink haired girl from earlier, a smaller girl now standing by her side. “Is this your girlfriend?” The older girl asked, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Hello, I’m Y/n,” you bowed, waving shyly at the two new faces. “No need for formalities, you’re part of the family now,” Kahei approved of your relationship.

“Hi,” the younger girl waved, instantly striking up conversation. “I’m Yeojin by the way, I’m sure we’ll be good friends.” She stated confidently, to which you nodded, already feeling comfortable in her presence. “Last stop, Hyejoo and Jungeun unnie,” Heejin linked her arm with yours as you headed for the lounge trying to get through everyone as fast as possible. 

You cowered at the harsh gazes that burned holes in your head, using your girlfriend’s body as a shield. “Guys this is my girlfriend Y/n,” Heejin announced nonchalantly, although you could tell she was just putting up a confident front. When in reality she was shaking with fear, desperate to gain the approval of all her members, knowing that the two resting lazily on the couch would be hardest to win over. 

“What are your motives?” Jungeun asked with raised brow, leaning forward inquisitively. Your eyes widened slightly at the question, wanting to prove yourself to them, but the intimidating stares were sending you into a spiral of panic.“I-I uh, I just really care-” You were cut off by a loud burst of laughter, confusion flooding your thoughts as you looked at Jungeun curiously. “I’m just messing with you, she's cute Heejin,” she said. Still unsure of the current situation you turned to your girlfriend, seeing her sigh in relief at the acceptance of your relationship. 

“If you hurt her I will break you,” Hyejoo threatened with a smirk, still not having quite warmed up to you.You audibly gulped at her statement, blinking rapidly, you felt Heejin’s hand slip into yours. She rubbed soothing circles on your knuckles, pulling you down onto the couch. You shuffled away from Hyejoo anxiously, not wanting to find out what she was capable of, the death stare she was giving you was enough to scare you off. Jungeun chuckled, smacking the younger girl on the shoulder, rolling her eyes at the bizarre antics of her member.

“How did you manage to get yourself such a pretty one?” Sooyoung pestered Heejin, talking about you as if you weren’t right beside her. Your girlfriend looked at you, grinning toothily as she reminisced about your fateful meeting for the second time that day. “I just got lucky,” she responded, a blush coating your cheeks. Heejin was far too entranced by you to even hear the scoff that slipped past Sooyoung’s lips or the teasing that came from Jinsoul and Chaewon.

You found yourself being swept into their world of chaos, a smile tugging on Heejin’s lips as she watched Yerim and Yeojin drag you to play some game with them. Jiwoo follows closely behind, asking you questions at lightning speed as she lets her interest in you take over. Haseul yelled at her from a distance, warning her not to scare you off before they even got to know you.  You gazed over your shoulder for a brief moment, catching your girlfriend staring, you sent her a joyful smile. She mirrored your expression, heart filled with happiness at the sight of you interacting with her members.

“She fits in well,” Haseul said fondly, slipping into the seat beside Heejin. “You think so?” Your girlfriend asked hopefully. “Definitely, I’m glad you’re happy Heejin-ah,” the leader smiled. “Thanks unnie,” she mumbled, all her fears about them not supporting the relationship disappearing at Haseul’s comforting words. “But you should probably go save her from the hyper children before anything happens.”

#loona imagines #loona x reader #looon heejin #heejin x reader #heejin imagines #heejin scenarios #jeon heejin #loona vivi #loona yves #loona jinsoul #loona haseul #loona kimlip #loona chuu #loona hyunjin #loona gowon #loona choerry #loona yeojin #loona 1/3 #fanfic #gxg #writing #wlw #kpop #fluff

[bigolgay]

Happy new years

Nervous rambling below

I think I’m a slut

Actually I know I am

First I kiss Harley at midnight (a surprisingly good kisser… for a man. Not a fan of the stubble tho, that’s not fun). Gotta kiss the homies💪��💪

THEN PRETTY GIRL FLIRTS WITH ME AS I COME OUT OF THE TOILET.

FIND OUT PRETTY GIRL WAS IN THE YEAR ABOVE ME IN PRIMARY SCHOOL.

THEN WE FRICK.

IDK WHAT DO NOW.

IVE MESSAGED HARLEY BUT HE HASNT RESPONDED.

HE DROVE ME HERE.

Actually now I think about it he’s probably downstairs, omg okay maybe I’m safe. He can take me home in the morning. I thought I was stranded.

Anyway. Im just laying on the bed in the spare room (I didn’t frick pretty girl in it worry not. That’s fucked up.) while pretty girl is sleeping.

BUT I CANT SLEEP BECAUSE IM A SLUT. AND AM FEELKNG THE GUILT.

Also my already hurty back is hurty much worse now (don’t read to far into that). I am now sober as well so I haven’t got alcohol as a pain reliever. I could sneak downstairs and see if there’s any alcohol left but also I don’t wanna still be drunk in the morning.

ALSO I DONT WANNA BE A DICK AND SMASH AND DASH. NUT AND BOLT. HIT IT AND QUIT IT. One hit wonder? Wait stop I’m trying not to giggle and wake her up.

My original plans for tonight was to get drunk and watch my mum and stepdad get stoned and then when they go to bed play some gta online because lols.

But then FUCKING HARLEY IS LIKE “hey guess what? (Name of person here) is throwing a house party for new years and I miss you so much because you’re the most magical human being ever and I love you endlessly, so please please please come with me and grace me with your presence🙏” I might’ve paraphrased slightly, but that was basically what he said.

And I’m a good girl and turn to my mum and go “pls let me go house party I’ll be good gorl and not cause any trouble or come stumbling into the house at ridiculous time.” And she said “👍”.

AND THEN I GO AND FRICK SOMEONE. I LIED MUM I SORRY I CAUSE TROUBLE.

Although I’m an adult and she totally won’t care right? Who I spend my time with is none of her business. Ahhhhh guys I’m actually secretly a lil baby and sososo shy and I’m just a silly little guy.

Omg it’s only been 15 minutes??? I’m running out of things to do now. Like what else am I to say???? I mean it’s 6am… I could totally just go downstairs and make food or something.

OMG SHE JUST SCARED THE POOP OUT OF ME SHE JUST STARTED TALKING IN HER SLEEP.

I wonder where Harley is. I think he’s in the garage? Although it’s cold as balls in there, but they were all playing never have I ever in there last I checked… which… was like… 5 and a half hours ago?

My new years celebrations are usually so tame wtf.

Okay… I took a minute (several minutes) to think. I’m freaking out for no reason. We fricked. That’s fine and cool. We both consenting adults. I’m an adult. Mum isn’t the boss of me. I’ve had sex before. Oh god has she had sex before?? I mean probably. I’ve never done a proper one nightstand before guys. Non committal sex? Oh baby that’s the closest I’ve ever had to romantic affection in my life. But I’ve always sort of known them beforehand. But this is fine. New experience!!! Okay I’m calmer now. Should I sleep? I guess I should probably try and sleep.

Okay, ramblings concluded. I’m not nervous anymore. See? Sometimes I just need to write my thoughts down so I can look at them and rationalise them. Goodnight I guess…

#also!! to my anons real quick! #I have seen your asks! I will answer them at some point tomorrow (today…) #I hope you’ve both had a great new years🫶🏼 #idk if either of you will see this #but who knows! #goodnight! #who threw the tennis ball!?!🎾 #also I don’t know why I keep saying frick and not fuck or… sleep with? #IM AWKWARD AND DONT KNOW HOW TO TALK ABOUT SEX IN A SERIOUS WAY