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1-800-imagines · 17 days

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the party. part 1 |r.c.|

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“i fucking hate him,” you cried out, throwing your phone across the room. sarah wrapped her arms around you and squeezed.

“he’s a dick.” she said simply. she smoothed your hair back, “i’m going to go get ice cream, just lay down and i’ll be back.”

you nodded as she broke away from you. you had recently been broken up with by your long term boyfriend and he had just posted a picture with another girl, knowing you’d see it.

it was also the girl he had told you ‘not to worry about’.

thankfully you had been at sarah’s house when you saw it otherwise you would’ve been in trouble. you probably would have shown up and punched him in the face.

sarah left her room, grabbing her keys and heading out which left you alone with your thoughts.

you couldn’t help it, your eyes welled up and tears started to fall. a small sob escaping your lips.

too distracted by your own pain, you hadn’t realized rafe was leaning on the door frame. “you okay kid?” rafe asked.

you looked up and wiped the tears from your cheek nodding. you didn’t want rafe to see you cry. “i’m fine, just somethin in my eye.”

rafe laughed, “that’s a bunch of bullshit and we both know it.” he walked into the room and sat at the edge of the bed. “i saw his story.” rafe’s voice was quiet, “can’t believe he’d be so stupid to fuck things up with you for that dumb coke whore.”

a tear slipped down your cheek and rafe wiped it away with his thumb. you sucked in a breathe and rafe smiled, “why don’t you and sarah come to the party tonight?” normally rafe hated when sarah came to his friends’ parties. especially since she had recently broken things off with topper and gotten with john b.

other than that fact, you knew it was a bad idea. especially since it was at topper’s house and your ex was friends with topper. rafe knew this and as if he could read your mind, he said, “i’ll make sure he doesn’t go near you. promise.”

“what about sarah and top?” you asked quietly, also wanting to ask if your ex’s new girl would be there.

“they’ll play nice. especially if i tell top ahead of time. otherwise id sarah doesn’t wanna go, you can come with me.” he said it every so casually.

the thought of it made your stomach flip. going to a party with rafe? that would make your ex, scott, flip the fuck out. which is exactly what you wanted to happen.

“yeah i’ll ask sarah. but otherwise ill go with you if that’s okay?”

rafe just smiled and shook his head, “wouldn’t have offered if i didn’t want to, kid.” your stomach flipped when he called you kid, again. he had been affectionately calling you kid since you were a literal child. he was only a few years older than you and sarah but his nickname for you never faded. he didn’t even call sarah or wheezie a nickname. only you.

you had never thought of rafe as a brother like you thought of wheezie as a baby sister. you had grown up with a giant crush on rafe cameron.

he patted your leg, snapping you out of your thoughts, and finished by saying, “just text me and let me know what you decide. i got to go pick up from barry and grab some drinks for tonight. okay?” all you could do was nod, your heart racing.

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hazybisou · 5 months

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❛ FRAT PARTIES & THAT ONE EX ❜

🏹 the drink you spilt all over me, “lover's spit" left on repeat

paring ; fem!reader x luke hughes

summary ; after the win against michigan state, a huge party was thrown at one of the frats. while there, remi just so happened to run into an old flame of hers. obviously they hit it off, she just didn’t seem to remember he was her husband.

author’s note ; (this takes place last year in october) once again this is getting written at night. anyways can we talk about how cute fine asf 😫🥵 luke looks in the photo above. so cute 🥰. anyways continue sending in stuff about these two that i wanna talk about them. i feel like getting ear plugs rn to block out my brothers snoring. i have to share a room with him while i’m home for thanksgiving.

the room felt humid. well, of course it did. there must be over a hundred people in the house, maybe even more. umich football had just beat michigan state with a score of 29-7. the evening of, a party was thrown in celebration.

remi stood off to the side with some of her friends from the cheer team and some of her sorority sisters. although she was somewhat exhausted from all the shouting and stunts she had done earlier, she still went to the party. it was expected of her to be there as she‘s a part of the cheer team for umich.

she never really understood why she came to these things. she would much rather be in her bed, the blankets over her body as she binged watched christmas movies while eating ice cream. yet she was here. remi had this gut instinct saying she should be here, she needed to be here.

“remi, how come you don’t have a man?” katie, a friend of hers from cheer, asked.

remi shrugged, “i mean none of them seem to be the one, you know. every guy i’ve been with, all they want to do is fuck.”

“well, don’t you know?” eve, a sorority sister of remi’s, said. “i could treat you way better.” she said as she wrapped an arm around remi who chuckled as did everyone else.

remi gave her a kiss on the cheek. “i’m sure you can. i’m sure you all can but i dont swing that way.”

“such a shame. you’re hot as fuck.” vicky said. “i’d hit.”

remi playfully rolled her eyes. “i’m sure you would.” she looked behind vicky. “but maybe you should let someone else hit that sweet ass of yours.”

“who?” vicky said as she rose an eyebrow at remi.

remi pointed behind vicky and the group of girls looked to where remi was pointing to see a boy who was leaned up against a counter, staring at vicky.

vicky smiled at him and he turned away towards his friends. “he’s cute.” everyone hummed in agreement.

“yeah, he is.” remi smiled at vicky who had turned to face everyone. “now go.” remi told vicky who shrugged and began to walk over towards the boy.

they watched as the two began to talk.

“well, aren’t you quite the matchmaker?” katie said in a teasing tone. “maybe we should play matchmaker on you.”

remi grimaced . “yeah, no thanks. for all i know, you would put me on with McCarthy.” remi knew how flirtatious JJ could get but he just wasn’t her type.

“worth a shot.”

remi smiled and shook her head. “i am going to go get a drink. outside.” the girls gave her a nod and remi turned around to walk towards the sliding door which led outside. she made her way through the crowd of sweaty dancing bodies, and into the backyard of the frat house. she took note of how there were more people outside than inside despite it being bigger inside.

she made her way down the steps of the patio, red solo cup in hand as she made her way to the keg. some random guy had shown up with multiple kegs on behalf of the fraternity.

remi made her way to where she saw one available and just as she was about to grab the tap, someone else had gotten to it.

“oh.” remi let out surprised as she came to halt and waited for the guy to be down with it. she stood there awkwardly and patiently as she watched the guy pour beer into his cup.

he looked up to see remi standing there, looking anywhere but at him. she turned to look at him and smiled before looking back at the crowd in which was filled with blue and maize clothing. “oh, i’m sorry. were you gonna grab some?”

remi turned back to him and nodded, “yeah, but it’s fine. go ahead.” she dismissed.

“oh, no, go right ahead. i’m sorry i didn’t notice you earlier, i would let you gone first.” he explained.

“are you sure? i’m fine waiting.” he nodded. remi smiled at him before grabbing the tap out of his hand and pouring herself a drink.

once she was done she handed it back to him. “thank you…” she dragged off waiting for a name.

“luke.”

“thank you luke.” remi turned around and began to walk back inside to meet up with her friends again.

luke stood there with a smile on his face before snapping out of his trance, realizing remi had left and began to walk away. “wait!” he yelled over the extremely loud music as he began to jog to catch up with her.

remi looked next to her to see luke standing there. “yes?” she looked up at him. holy shit, he’s tall.

“i never got you’re name.” luke told her as he let out small breaths trying to get it back after his small jog.

remi pursed her lips before smiling. “you’ve got to earn it.” she said and began to walk up the steps to the patio as she drank from her cup.

luke walked next to her. “oh, come on. i told you my name. the least you could do is tell me yours.”

remi bit her lip slightly. “we’ll see.” she grabbed his hand and began to drag him inside. “for now, however, you’re gonna play a round of beer pong with me.”

luke grinned as he let her drag him inside towards the kitchen.

luke and remi were drunk. maybe a little too drunk.

the pair had won at beer pong and remi declared luke as her new partner for the game. after one round, the two had left the table and made their way towards the couch where they happened to spend hours on, talking.

luke had found out that remi was in her sophomore year and was majoring in health and medicine. he also seemed to find out that she was in Alpha Phi. although the team was close to most of the girls from Aphi, he never happened to see remi. remi told him how she was a part of the cheer team and how she has loved doing cheer ever since her junior year of high school.

remi got to know luke better. she found out he was in sophmore year as well and has the intention of majoring in sports management. he told remi how he played for the school’s hockey team as a defenseman. he wore number 43 so if remi were to ever go to a game of his, she would be able to spot him.

the two were too engrossed in their conversation that they lost track of time.

luke was in the middle of telling remi a story from when he was a kid. remi couldn’t seem to stop laughing. luke enjoyed hearing her laugh as he laughed himself.

“wait-wait, so you’re telling me that your brother ripped off his braces.” remi began to laugh again, “omg that must’ve been funny.”

luke nodded. “oh trust me, it was. he got a lecture from our mom.”

remi chuckled. “you’re have very interesting brothers, you know that.”

“i’m well aware.” he told her as the two smiled.

“what about you?” luke asked remi.

remi was confused “what about me?”

“you don’t have any funny, weird story from when you were a kid?” luke wondered.

remi thought. of course there was. she just didn’t know what to say. “i mean i broke my arm.”

luke raised his eyebrows. “must’ve been a fun trip to the hospital.”

“yes it very much was. the EMT was hot.”

luke chuckled. “you had a crush on the EMT?” remi nodded. “how cute.” luke smiled.

“you’re cute.” remi said as her hand rested on the cushion.

luke grinned. “i know.”

remi scoffed and grabbed the pillow next to her, hit luke in the chest with it. “you weren’t supposed to agree.”

“but it’s the truth and i know it is.” luke replied.

remi rolled her eyes playfully. the two sat there in silence for a second. remi took the moment in. she enjoyed having luke around. although she knew after tonight she might not see him.

“hey, i was wondering-”

“oh there you are!” the two turned towards the voice. vicky stood there with her eyes wide. “oh i’m sorry for interrupting whatever,” she motioned between the two, “this is.”

“it’s fine. what’s wrong?” remi asked.

“we got to go.” vicky said.

remi grabbed her phone and saw the time. 12:32. “oh shit. um, ok. luke it was talking to you but i really have to go.” remi told him as she got up and made her way towards vicky.

“yeah it was nice talking to you too.” he said as he sat there before saying, “wait before you go, can i have your insta?”

“oh sure it’s-”

“let’s go, we’re gonna be even more late.” vicky rushed remi.

remi turned to luke. “you know what, just give me yours and i’ll follow you back later.”

luke nodded and wait for remi to unlock her phone and open instagram. once she did, she handed her phone to luke who took it in his hands and began to type out his user. he handed her the phone back.

“i’ll see you later luke.” remi said to luke as she waved bye. vicky grabbed her hand and began to walk them out of the house.

“i never got your name.” he shouted after her but she had already gone out the door.

luke stood there. “well now what?”

remi had gotten back home at the sorority house and was now laying in bed with her pajamas on. a long sleeve and plaid pink pajamas. she had the covers over her as she scrolled through her phone.

she had opened instagram and saw a profile open. she looked at the user and her eyebrows furrowed slightly. remi looked at his bio and saw the name ‘luke hughes’. she smiled at the memory from earlier before she clicked follow and went to her homepage.

she spent the next couple of minutes on her phone before finally she turned it off and put it on her nightstand. vicky and danielle were already asleep as they had a long day tomorrow.

remi turned her small lamp off and turned towards the wall. she stared at a small photo of her as a little girl with a boy next to her. she was wearing a white dress while he was wearing a white polo shirt with khaki shorts. he was leaning down and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

the moonlight that shone through the curtain giving her a clear view of the photo. she looked in the corner and saw the initials l.h next to hers, ‘r.t’.

“huh. kinda looks like luke.”

she shrugged it off before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

remi groaned as the light peaked through the window. she grabbed a pillow and put it over her face to block out the sunlight.

“get up.” she heard. she opened her eyes and peaked over her pillow to see danielle and vicky standing there, up and ready.

“get out and leave me alone.” she grumbled and saw how vicky and danielle shrugged before exiting the room and into the hallway but not before closing the door.

remi grabbed the pillow and set it aside next to her. she stared at the ceiling for a good minute before she sat up. a little too quickly if anything. her eyes close as she brought her fingers to her temple. “oh, drinking is a bitch.”

she grabbed the covers and pulled them off of her as she got out of bed. she slipped on her slippers and began to make her bed.

remi spent the next 1 and a half getting ready. she showered, brushed her teeth, did her hair and much more.

she walked up to her night stand and grabbed her phone. she saw how she had gotten a dm on instagram. “who the fuck texted me?”

she unlocked her phone and opened instagram. remi relent to her dms and saw she had more than 4 dms from luke. she smiled to herself.

she quickly opened them as she began walking down the hallway and read the first one which was a simple hi.

she continued to read them until she got to one that seemed to make her stop what she was doing.

luke

i think we might’ve gotten married

luke

and before you start saying we were probably drunk i mean we got married but in kindergarten

i think we went to the same elementary

seen at 11:43

remi stood in the middle of the hallway and had a blank look on her face. some of her friends came out of their rooms and gave remi a weird look, some asking each other if she was ok.

what does he mean they got married? she didn’t remember any of that. “married? i barely remember anyone from elementary, let alone kindergarten.” remi murmured to herself.

remi got to thinking. surely, her parents must have had a photo of this supposed “wedding”. when remi had moved into her dorm during her freshaman year, her parents had given her a box full of photos from when she was a little girl. when remi moved into the sorority house, she had hung up all photos onto a bulletin board next to her bed. the photo. from last night.

she snapped out of her trance and began to text him back.

remi

WHAT??

that’s crazy

there is no way my husband from when i was 4 years old is you

seen at 11:45 am

luke

oh so you remember

seen at 11:45 am

remi

just now yes

seen at 11:45 am

luke

i doubt that

seen at 11:45 am

remi

oh rlly?? ok what was the name of the school?

seen at 11:46 am

luke

you a stalker or smth?

seen at 11:46 am

remi laughed and watched as luke told her the name. “what the fuck?” she thought out loud.

remi

no shit

i went there too

well for a while until i moved here from toronto

seen at 11:49 am

luke

uhh maybe it’s a coincidence

seen at 11:49 am

remi

sure

yknow what give me a sec

seen at 11:50 am

remi turned around and began to walk back to her room. she opened the door and made her way to her bed before she jumped onto it. she searched her bulletin board and found the photo of her and that boy. she snapped a quick photo and sent it to luke.

remi

*sent a photo*

opened at 11:52 am

luke

ok that’s weird

seen at 11:52 am

remi

how so?

seen at 11:52 am

luke

bc that’s me

seen at 11:52 am

remi’s eyes widened. “holy shit.” it all made sense to remi now. the little boy in the photo was luke. the initials on the bottom, ‘l.h’ meant luke hughes. “aw i got married.” remi smiled. she felt her feet swing in the air.

remi

it all makes sense now

look at the bottom

r.t + l.h

you are my husband 🥰🥰

seen at 11:55 am

luke

i’m guessing you’re my wife 🙄

seen at 11:55 am

remi

you know you love me

seen at 11:55 am

luke

🌚 sure

seen at 11:55 am

remi

shut up

seen at 11:55 am

luke

well that’s just amazing

i meet my ex wife once again

seen at 11:55 am

remi

technically we never got a divorce sooo 😉

seen at 11:55 am

luke

wtv 🙄

seen at 11:56 am

remi

you’re so sassy

i like it 😉

seen at 11:56 am

luke

ok moving on

how abt this

you give me your number and we can go on a little date

i’d like to see my wife again

seen at 11:56 am

remi

oh i’m sure you would

seen at 11:56 am

luke

so what abt them digits??

seen at 11:56 am

remi

never say that ever again pls

but fine

xxx-xxx-xxxx

seen at 11:56 am

luke

thank you

also fully noted

seen at 11:56 am

remi

how about tmrw?? at like 6:30

seen at 11:57 am

luke

let me think about it

🤔🤔

deal

seen at 11:57 am

remi

perfect

seen at 11:57 am

remi

i gotta go

i’ll text you later hubby 😉

seen at 11:57 am

luke

bye remi

seen at 11:57 am

remi smiled at the fact he called her by the name he used to say almost every day when he was little.

remi

goodbye lukey

seen at 11:57 am

omg it’s done after like two days 😱😱😣 anywyas it’s 3:41 am rn and i am too tired and have class early morning today kill me 😣 anywyas hopefully you enjoy this and umm SEND IN MORE STUFF ABT REMI & LUKE 👹👹 i love answering all the asks i’ve been getting 🥰 bye bye 🫶

#isa’s works 🦭#isa’s au’s #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #nhl #umich hockey #new jersey devils #college hockey #kindergarten husband au

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finntheehumaneater · 4 months

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I owe you a black eye and two kisses (pt 13)

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Steve and Eddie had been dating for two weeks. Those two weeks had been the best (and weirdest) two weeks of his life. In between driving Dustin and Lucas to sports games and the arcade—since Lucas was now taking up basketball, which made Steve happy—and hanging out with Robin and Kendall, it was just him and Eddie.

Steve didn’t know how to feel about this.

He had never dated a guy before.

Eddie had told him that it was okay if this all felt new and strange, and that he wouldn’t make Steve do anything he didn’t want to do. But he had also made Steve promise to be honest with him. If he liked something and wanted to do more of it, he just had to ask. If he didn’t like something and wanted to stop, he just had to say so. Steve had said he would be honest, and that was the first lie he told in those two weeks.

He didn’t mean to lie to Eddie, but he felt like he would be asking too much if they did what he wanted to do. The last thing he wanted was to be too needy. All the girls he had dated had told him that he was clingy—and that it was cute, but it was more like little kid cute, and he should try and stop. He didn’t want Eddie to think he was clingy.

So when Eddie asked, everything got met with a quiet “it’s fine”

The movie Eddie picked was fine, even though Steve hated it.

The music Eddie put on in the car was fine, even if it gave Steve a headache.

When they kissed even though Steve didn’t really feel like it, it was fine.

The first time they had sex together was fine, even though Steve was so fucking tired that night.

And he didn’t blame Eddie for any of it—he wouldn’t blame Eddie for it—because it wasn’t Eddie’s fault, it was Steve’s fault. He wasn’t supposed to ask for things. He was supposed to sit there and just take what he was given—just be good and quiet so that maybe this relationship would last more than a month.

It was what his parents did. His mom sat quietly while his dad talked—she did what he wanted her to do, and in turn, they stayed married. That was how relationships worked, and Eddie probably knew that. He was probably only asking and checking in just to be polite. His dad did that to his mom, but it was always a second thought.

So there he was, curled into Eddie’s side with his face pressed against the skin that was shown from where Eddie’s t-shirt was riding up. It was some shitty horror movie that they were watching, but there was so much blood and screaming and Steve was seconds away from losing it—the only thing keeping him from drifting away and sobbing, because he remembered blood and screaming, was Eddie’s hand petting through his hair, slowly and gently.

His dad never did that to his mom.

“Stevie, baby?”

“Hm?”

“You doin’ alright?”

Steve nodded, whispered, “s’fine, Eds,” and trailed his fingers over the skin on Eddie’s stomach. There was a small scar there, one that ran down to his hip down to his inner thigh, and Steve wanted to kiss along it like he had a few days ago. To just kiss and have it lead to nothing else.

“You sure?” Eddie whispered back, his fingers tugging gently through the hair at the back of Steve’s neck, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of his head. Steve nodded again, and he felt bad for interrupting with that when Eddie continued, “because you’ve been hiding this whole time, pretty boy. You wanna switch the movie?”

Steve avoided the second question, just tracing his finger along the scar until it disappeared underneath the waistband of Eddie’s jeans. He shakes his head. “No.”

“Gotta be honest, baby, remember?” Eddie says quietly, and his hand slips from Steve’s hair. He can’t tell if it’s annoyance or concern in Eddie’s voice, but either one makes Steve feel sick creep under his skin and into his bones. He wants to claw the feeling out like some kind of animal—never wants to fucking feel it again, but he knows that’s impossible. It’s guilt, that’s what the sick is. It’s guilt, and he’s going to have to live with it until the day that the fucking dies. “I know you’re upset, I’m giving you an out. Just say yes, hun.”

“I’m not upset,” Steve grits out through his teeth, pulling away slightly and curling his fingers into the fabric is Eddie’s t-shirt to pull it down over his stomach, smoothing over the folds more than he has to—almost like petting, now—because he needs to do something with his hands. He needs to keep busy and focus on something so that he doesn’t have to look Eddie in the eyes. Because if he did, all the walls that he had spent so long to build, worked so goddamn hard on, would come falling right now. Nothing but dust, showing him the crumpled and broken, bleeding and exhausted form of what Steve Harrington really was.

What he was when no one was looking.

“You’re crying, Steve,” Eddie whispered, and Steve didn’t look up, just pinching and rolling the fabric between his fabrics.

There was blood on him. On the walls, on the floor, in his hair. And only he could see it. It was on Robin, too. It was on both of them. And he was screaming but Eddie couldn’t hear it. She was screaming and she pretended like she wasn’t.

He ignored the noise he sounded out, a kind of sob caught on a whimper as his breath hitched. He moved his hands to scrub them together. Like he was trying to get the blood off. It stayed stained to his skin. “M’not crying—“

“Steve,” Eddie said a bit more firmly, and Steve nearly flinched, his body going rigid as he made the noise again. He felt Eddie’s hands come up to cup his cheeks— soft skin on his, the tip of Eddie’s fingers rough from playing his guitar, which Steve hadn’t seen him do it, only heard about it—and he tried to move Steve’s face up to look at him, but Steve moved his hands off, pulling away.

“I’m fine,” Steve muttered, scrubbing at his eyes hard until he could tell that the skin was red and agitated. Eddie caught his wrist and tugged it away, a touch too rough but still gentle.

“I’m changing the movie.”

Steve caught Eddie’s arm as he went to get up. He was upset. He was probably mad at Steve. Steve had fucked this up. Shit. “Eddie, stop, it’s fine—“

Eddie yanked his arm back, looking Steve over with something more than worry in his eyes, but Steve didn’t have a word for it. Couldn’t put a name to it even if he tried. “Why are you making such a big deal out of it? It’s fine if you don’t want to watch it, but you have to tell me.”

Steve shook his head, taking Eddie’s hand and trying to urge him to come and sit back down. “Eds, don’t change the movie. I-I’m sorry, I want to watch it, I really do—“

“Hey hey hey, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered, kneeling down in front of Steve as Steve sobbed again, shaking his head even though he didn’t know what he was saying no to anymore. “To be honest, I was getting kind of bored of the movie anyways.”

“Please don’t change it,” Steve whispered, sounding desperate, pleading, because now the blood was running down his forehead and getting all over Eddie’s hands. Eddie didn’t seem to care. Couldn’t see it. Couldn’t feel it. But Steve cared. “You were—you were laughing before, I know you want to watch it.”

There was another scream from the television, the sound of a thud and something slick, and Steve flinched away, letting Eddie tug him forewarn until his face was pressed into Eddie’s shoulder. His fingers went to the bottom of Eddie’s shirt, slipping under so he could rub his thumb over the scar as he tried to stay still and be calm while Eddie shushed him and rocked him like he was some kind of fucking baby. It made him feel the sick again, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

“Just breathe, Stevie. M’gonna turn it off in a second, but just breathe for me. All the way in.” Eddie got up to take out the tape. He put it back in his box, and Steve’s body ached at the lack of contact, sinking into the couch.

Eddie put on something else—something quieter and less violent. Something made the blood run off of Steve and onto the carpet. Something that made the screaming in Steve’s head stop as Eddie moved him to lay his head in his lap, shoulder to his thigh and his hand around his waist. He faced away from the television. He didn’t want to watch this, either. He just wanted to lay still.

He pressed a kiss to the scar. Maybe he’d ask Eddie how he got it tomorrow when he got back from school.

He closed his eyes and tried to block out the noise of people talking.

He already felt bad enough for making Eddie switch the movie.

He wasn’t going to ask him to turn this one off, too.

He was supposed to sit and be good. To listen and take what he was given.

So that’s what he did.

Steve has some ✨trauma✨ that he needs to work out…gods…

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fear-is-truth · 3 months

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౨ৎ 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑬𝒀, ⋆˚｡⋆ ⁣

⋆˚｡⋆ 𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑾 ౨ৎ

── 𝑲𝑨𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵 × fem! reader × 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑲𝑨

WARNINGS: nsfw．mdni ．“y/n” used twice ． swearing ．slight dub con． oral (m receiving)．threesome．unprotected p in v．mild degradation． not proofread．english is not my first language

WORD COUNT: 2k

SUMMARY: you accompany your boyfriend to one of his “business trips”.

꒰ A/N— ok so i know the request said “euphoria inspired house party” but i don’t wanna get in big trouble with my mum for watching that show. so i winged it, sorry ꒱

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“Can we go home already?”

You grumbled, your voice barely heard over the noise that filled the crowed room. The party was in full swing, the din of laughter and conversation exacerbating your nascent headache. The room was awash in a kaleidoscope of colours— red, blue, and green lights danced overhead, casting lurid shadows that flickered and swayed with the rhythm of obnoxious pop music.

“We literally just got here. Besides, I've got to meet a client. Business stuff, you know?”

Kai replied, not looking up from his phone. He was scrolling through his text messages.

“Business”, as in forging prescriptions with Vin’s doctor’s pad, you thought disdainfully but didn’t say anything. Instead, you nodded reluctantly, a pout settling on your lips.

“Fine, but make it quick. I'll be in the kitchen, waiting. I don’t get why you always drag me to these places.”

“Yeah sure. Let's play a game then,”

Kai suggested distractedly, gesturing towards a random guy in the living room smoking a joint.

“See that guy over there? The one with the ugly-ass Hawaiian shirt? First one to give him a boner wins. I’ll even give you a head start,”

“You’re not serious, are you?” you stammered incredulously. But Kai was already moving his way into the crowd.

“Tick tock, time’s a-ticking, princess,”

With that, your boyfriend disappeared into the crowd. He was serious. With a sigh, you weaved your way through the throng of partygoers towards the living room. The whole thing was fucking stupid. Snagging two red party cups from a passing guy, you sauntered over to the designated “target.”

Kai was right about one thing—the shirt was truly hideous. But the person wearing it? Not so much. Sporting brunette curls, the guy looked attractive in a rugged way; bit of stubble on his cheek, nice jawline and dark eyes. He was lounged on the couch, eyes distant and unfocused as he took a drag from his joint. He also looked a bit stoned, which you figured would make the whole operation easier.

“Hi,” you greeted him with a faux coy smile, offering him a cup as you approached. He looked at your hand with raised eyebrows, then returned your smile with a flirty one of his own as he accepted the cup.

“Hey, beautiful. What’s your name?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you replied sweetly, flouncing onto the couch next to him.

“Well, nice to meet you, 'doesn’t matter'. I'm Warren. Warren Lipka,”

“Y/n,” you smiled. He smiled back.

“You're pretty hot, Y/n. You must know that right?” He observed plainly before taking a sip from his cup. As his gaze continued to linger on you, a nervous flutter stirred in your stomach. Kai hadn’t shown up yet, and your gut instinct told you this was way too easy; there had to be a catch. Besides, using this innocent guy as a pawn in a game didn't sit right with you. You decided it was best to explain everything and apologise in private. Fuck Kai and that stupid, asinine game of his.

“Hey, you mind if we go somewhere a bit more private? I have to tell you something.” you asked quietly, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he replied smoothly, rising from the couch and extending his hand to you. You took it, feeling a knot of nerves in your stomach as you led the way through the crowded living room and towards the stairs. The stairs were littered with couples, some immersed in deep conversation while others were engaged in full spider-embrace. You stepped carefully, avoiding stepping on any hands or feet.

Eventually, you both reached the top of the stairs, where the hallway stretched out before you. As you ventured further down the hallway, you passed by several closed doors, the faint, muffled sounds of moaning spilling out from behind them. You looked at Warren, silently agreeing to skip those rooms.

Finally, at the end of the hallway, you spotted a door that was slightly ajar. Warren pushed the door open gingerly, revealing a (thankfully) empty bedroom. You shut the door behind you, not bothering to lock it; after all, you had no intention of doing anything except talking.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you began, “Look, Warren, I—” before you could finish, his lips crashed into yours. The taste of Southern Comfort and nicotine lingered on his lips, a heady combination that momentarily clouded your senses. But as you began to respond to the kiss, you quickly came to your senses and shoved him away.

“Warren! What the fuck—” you hissed, but he just grinned devilishly and leaned in to kiss you again. The moment his lips met yours once more, the door swung open, and Kai stood in the doorway, his face an inscrutable mask.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. My girlfriend enjoying herself. Who would’ve thought,” he remarked dryly, leaning against the doorframe before he approached the bed. Warren stood up abruptly, his body language tense and frigid as Kai stopped in front of him. The two were practically nose-to-nose. Then, quick and unexpected as a viper, Kai's hand shot out and seized Warren's neck, pulling him into an aggressive kiss, all tongues and teeth and moans. You had to admit, the whole scene looked pretty hot.

“Ha! Guess we have a winner!” Your boyfriend crowed in triumph as he broke the kiss, a shit-eating grin all over his face as he nodded downward at Warren’s crotch. You followed Kai’s gaze and sure enough, the guy was practically splitting at the seams.

“Dude, no fucking way. I’m not gay, I’m not gonna f-” Warren spluttered, his face flushing a deep red.

“Who said anything about us fucking? Did you forget about someone?” Kai said slyly, turning his attention back to you.

“Lie down. With your head at the foot of the bed.” He instructed. Seeing the shocked expression on your face, he added;

“I won the game. Be a good sport and fucking do what I say.” Resigned, you lay down on your back, your head lolling back over the edge.

“Go ahead Warren. Have a go with her,”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you get the privilege of fucking my girl. One time offer, man. Go on, I know you want it,”

“She’s cool with that?”

“Of course she is. It’s part of our deal. Just one thing– That pussy is sacred territory. You can have her mouth though, she’s good trust me.”

Kai answered smoothly. Warren ignored him and looked down at you, his Adam’s apple bobbed once before he asked,

“You okay with this?” You nodded weakly, and that seemed good enough an answer for him.

Through an upside-down point of view, you watched as Warren fumbled open his jeans and allowed his boxers– which were already stained with a small wet spot to pool at his feet. He took your chin in his hand, eagerly nudging your lips with his thumb.

“C’mon, show Warren what a good little cocksucker you are,” Kai’s voice floated from somewhere above you. You complied immediately, your mouth opening and your lips closing around his shaft as you took him in to the best of your ability. The sweet-salty taste of his pre-cum made your mouth water.

“That’s it… just a little more m’kay?… I know you can take more.” With Warren’s cock getting harder and swelling further inside of your mouth, you couldn’t respond except for hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him.

“Fuck… you’re being so good for me babygirl…”

he groaned, moving in deeper when he felt your jaw relax. Then he filled your mouth to its full capacity, your lips touching the base of his cock and his balls tickling your nose. Warren began rocking his hips, throwing his head back and exhaling sharply. Kai clicked his tongue in disapproval, though you could tell by the strain in his voice that he was definitely turned on.

“Oh my God, you're such a greedy whore. One cock isn’t enough for you? How about two?”

You felt the mattress dip as he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between your spread legs. His hands roamed over your waist, two fingers hooking into the sides of your panties. You lifted your hips slightly, making his job easier. When Kai successfully removed the garment, he placed both palms on each of your knees and pushed your legs even wider apart.

One large hand tightened around your hipbone, the other guiding his cock to probe at your soaked entrance. You whined at the stretch, fingers gripping the bedsheets as he sheathed himself fully inside.

“Holy shit, she feels so good-”

Warren groaned, his tip nudging the back of your throat. It took everything from you to not gag around him.

“I know, right? Women can multitask so she can focus on sucking your dick while I fuck that sweet pussy.”

Kai leaned forward and pushed up your bra cups along with your sweater, playing with the soft flesh. A pornstar-worthy moan escaped your lips as he began grinding his pelvis into yours, causing you to clench tightly around him.

“See these titties, Warren? Now tell me they aren’t something, hm?”

Another hand, rougher and more calloused than Kai’s, brushed against the curvature of your left breast, rolling the already-erect nipple between his fingers. The sensation was almost too much, prompting you to arch your back and whine. Kai was pounding into you fast and hard, while Warren was giving you a slower, more leisurely pace, cradling the base of your skull to help you take him in better.

And when you all began to move in sync with one another, all was lost. The sounds grunts and moans reverberated off the walls; not all of them coming from you. Even as you clenched around them, squeezing hard, they didn't so much as pause.

There was only one way of describing the feeling of having two of your holes filled all at once—it felt fucking phenomenal.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum-”

Warren yelped from above you. Within seconds, you felt the sensation of his hot load filling your mouth in thick spurts before he staggered backwards, panting heavily. Kai wasn’t far behind, grunting as he chased his own release. He could tell that you were also close, the way you clawed blindly at his shoulders and how your pussy constricted tightly around him. Kai bucked his hips, squelching inside you as he grabbed your chin and stared down at you.

“You enjoyed being fucked like a whore, didn’t you? One thing you should know, is that you’re mine. I’ll fuck you over and over until you spread your legs when you see me— ah, fuck-” he was cut off by a grunt before continuing,

“Now. Tell me. Who do you belong to?”

“Nughh… Y-you, Kai! I belong to you!”

“Good girl,” Kai leaned down and crushed his lips against yours, clearly not caring what had occupied your mouth only seconds ago. He kept your lips locked until the lack of oxygen finally made him pull away, a thin, glistening string of saliva still connecting the two of you.

“Take it all, you fucking slut.”

Your whole body trembled when he drove inside you with one final, brutal thrust, his cock pressing right up against your cervix. You both came at the same time, a string of incoherent words and curses leaving his lips as you felt thick ropes of cum painting your walls.

He thrust into you for a few more times for good measure, grinding his release as deep as possible. When the residual spasms finally waned, he pulled out, your combined release dribbling out between your thighs.

The bedroom was silent, save for the sound of heavy breathing and soft, occasional gasps of air as the three of you struggled to catch your breaths. After a moment, Kai broke the silence.

“Now, let’s change positions.”

REQUESTED . thank you for the request, anon! ♡ ༝༚༝༚

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jinnie-ret · 5 months

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ep.2: meet the grooms

ratings: fluff

warnings: hinting at cheating

running time: 1.6k words

summary: the husbands to be meet each other for their stag do, before they get married.

Now you know some more info on the husbands to be, I'd love it if you let me know your predictions in who is matched with who! :)

SKZ MAFS EPISODE LIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

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"Hi, I'm Chan, or Chris, depends what you wanna call me, haha! I'm 26 and I'm originally from Australia!"

"It's a bit weird isn't it? Coming onto a show like this, but I thought, hey, there's a chance I could find the love of my life on this show," Chan shrugged, before giggling shyly and looking down at his lap. "Someone who just gets me for me would be nice."

"The last time I was in a relationship wow... It was amazing. I'm actually still friends with my ex, which may sound weird, but there was no bad blood, we were just too busy with our own work lives. So that may be something I'm worried about, you could say?"

"I'm a producer, and my ex was a singer, so it seemed like a match made in heaven. But I have to work a lot, and I like getting stuck in, too much I've been told," Chan pulled an 'oops' face as he shared his work habits. "I think it's just shown me how important it is to have that strong connection. When I meet my wife, I'm going to be spending to rest of my life with her. So I'm going to make sure she knows that I'm there for her, and hope the same feeling is returned."

"I'm Minho and I'm 25."

"I'm kinda here to prove my friends from home wrong. They think that I wouldn't be able to have a stable marriage and I thought, I know I can. The more and more I thought about it, it would be... nice to meet someone, yeah," Minho smiled at the camera bashfully. "As long as they can handle me, I can handle them."

"I did just come out of a 4 year relationship, it was, hard. It feels sort of awkward to say but I do miss having someone there next to me where I can just appreciate the little things," he felt awkward as he said it, "that felt too weird to say. Forget I ever said that."

"I work in a cat cafe, one that I own, which is my dream job. I get to see all the cute cats all day and the people are ok too, haha," Minho chuckled. "They're good at keeping me company, and it's nice having someone there. Did I mention that?"

"I'm hoping that out of this process, when I meet my wife that she'll have a big heart, because mine is open."

"My name is Changbin and I'm 24," a man with broad shoulders and a toned chest accentuated by a tight shirt sat down in front of the camera.

"I think people think that being a personal trainer, I'd have met a lot of girls and already have a girlfriend by now, but that's not necessarily the case," Changbin grins and scratches the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I love my job but you know... things have to stay professional," he pretended to push his hands away from him as if representing the distance. "I just want someone who is fun and will want to have fun being with me."

"My last relationship hmmm... we were just kids. It was 6 years ago so I've changed a lot since then. It was fun, I can't deny that but there was so much ahead of us that it felt impossible to stay together," Changbin wisely reflected in his past relationship. "I know that maybe if things were different we would have still been together but, the world has a strange way of making things happen."

"It's definitely shaped me into the person I am today," he cheekily flexed his arms before continuing, "but seriously, I really am just looking forward to the process, and of course meeting my wife."

"Hi, I'm Hyunjin and I'm 23!"

"If I'm being honest, this is really weird... so weird! But it's exciting too, like I could fine 'the one' through this experiment. And I hope whoever walks down that aisle will know that I'm here and willing to give them my all," Hyunjin was confident as he spoke on camera, laughing at first at the absurdity of it all despite him choosing to join the experiment.

"I recently just had a breakup around 6 months ago..." he was almost sheepish in admitting it, "which sounds crazy but I'm at that stage where I feel so ready to settle down and commit to someone. This is the perfect opportunity."

"What I really love doing is working as an artist. I get quite highly paid commissions," Hyunjin winked at the camera as he adjusted his hair. "It's a good way to express what I'm feeling if I can't necessarily say it. But once I meet my wife, I think I'll get a lot better at that. She'll be the most important person in my life, after all."

"Helllooooo! I'm Jisung and I'm 23!"

"It's about time I found someone, I'm gonna say it just like that," he chuckled, looking away. "I see everyone around me and they've all got partners but I want to find someone too. They've got to be funny, and, it would be nice if they were the life of the party, because sometimes I can feel quite shy and introverted. If they've got the energy then so do I."

"I've not had a relationship before. Sure I've dated but I find it hard to see what the future will hold sometimes. So this will probably help me grow a lot and see sides to myself that I've never seen before. I'm excited," Jisung's eyes squinted as he was so happy of what his marriage would bring him.

"I've written so many love songs recently, you wouldn't believe it. I produce for other people but I hope one day I can get my own music out there," Jisung shared his hopes and dreams to the camera. "I hope my wife is someone who is supportive in that sense. Because I'll back her 100%, no matter what she does. We'll be like this," he crosses his fingers tightly.

"Hi! I'm Felix and I'm 23," a cute man with delicate features beamed at the camera, his freckles very apparent.

"This is like the perfect thing for me to do. I just love meeting new people, so if I can find someone who is my best friend and likes being affectionate and is someone I can know on a deeper level, that itself would be the ideal experience for me," he waved his hands around slightly as he spoke.

"I've been single for 3 years. The last person I was with... They really had a grip on my heart, but I had to take a look at what was better for me, healthier for me. I wasn't getting that love I needed so it ended for the right reasons. And I'm happier now that I can actually say that to myself," Felix was quieter and more soft spoken as he explained.

"My real passion is baking. I love seeing how people react to what I make for them, I think food is my love language haha," Felix leant forward as he laughed. "If my wife will be willing to try what I bake them that's already gonna make my heart go pitter patter."

"My name is Seungmin and I'm 23 years old."

"I'm here for love. I'm a busy guy and I haven't had time to form a real strong connection with someone, so I'm hoping this show will do that for me," Seungmin explained it plain and simple. "I don't know if I could be with someone too soft hearted, you've gotta be able to handle my teasing because if you cry... I don't know what to do, haha."

"2 years, it's been, I think? Yeah, 2 years. Not the best thing seeing your girlfriend at the time sneaking around with your boss, but," Seungmin sighed, nodding his head as he got through his last words on the question, "things happen. I moved on eventually and so I'm ready to find someone that will be faithful, at the very least, and will hopefully understand my wariness at the start."

"I work for a big company in the city, don't worry I won't name drop," Seungmin smirks as he looks off camera to the staff operating the interview. "It's a lot to handle, sure, but knowing I'd have someone special in my life to come home to, where we can share now our days went, that's what I want. What I need."

"I'm 22 and my name is Jeongin."

"If I can meet someone who is the light in my life, I'll be hook, line and sinker for them," he grinned widely. "I want to do all the couple things and go on movie dates and nice dinners, and yeah," he shrugged after, not knowing what else to say.

"My last relationship ended a year ago. It was short but at the end of the day it was better for both of us. We each had our own things going on in our lives that we just couldn't be there for each other anymore," Jeongin bravely admitted that the breakdown of the relationship had happened because of both sides.

"I'm a kindergarten teacher so I'm working with kids all day, they're so sweet though, it's cute. I'm used to high energy all the time so to have someone to destress with, have that safe space at home would bring some comfort," he was happy when talking about his job, it was something he loved doing, working with children. "I think this process will be interesting for sure, but I know that coming out of this I'll meet someone who will change my life for the better."

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kalfui · 3 months

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Saw your posts and your anon posts on Aroace Alastor and wanna chime in lol. I 100% agree with everything in those posts. And to me the best way to describe how the fandom overall has been treating him is, well.

Shipping is the adult version of taking two dolls and making them kiss, right? The show creates these characters and gives them out to the audience to play with. The lesbians get a doll, the gays get a doll, the pansexuals and the bisexuals all get dolls specifics tailored for them. And the straights are allowed to play with the dolls but ONLY IF they treat the dolls like how they’re shown in the show.

And then finally, the Aroaces get a doll, one made just for them.

Except. We’re told. That it’s not for us. That in fact, we have to share that doll with everyone else because they want to play with it too. And it’s fine, sharing is caring, right? But now they don’t want to give it back. Now they’re making that doll that was made just for us do something that it’d never do in the show. That goes against everything the show depicted that doll as. That takes away the quality about that doll that made it be just for us. They do it, and then flaunt it in our faces. And when we ask for the doll back, when we try to tell them that that’s not how it is, how it’d act, in the show or otherwise. That’s not how your supposed to play with it. They tell us that it doesn’t matter, that it’s all just pretend anyways and why are we getting so butthurt over a stupid toy?

Well, maybe we don’t like it because you have ALL THOSE OTHER toys you can play with! One for every color on the rainbow and then some. But you’re insisting you want to play with our doll, and that what made the doll special for us is wrong and broken and needs to be changed or fixed. And then insisting that this space, this doll, doesn’t fit us anymore, and that WE should be the ones to leave when we try to protest.

I have seen so many untagged sexual posts and fanart for Alastor while going through just the normal Alastor tag. And this is AFTER I filtered the tags of explicit content. Everyone and their father ships him with someone, and never with his sexuality in mind. Three posts down and and I’m reading something on how he’s married to Lucifer and they’re both fucking Vox. (Not to mention the plethora of x reader posts which is a double no because, a) that’s not me, and b) that’s not him!)

And maybe all this wouldn’t feel like such Aroace erasure if the entire freaking fandom wasn’t in on it. People will bend over backwards to make it “ok” for them to ship Alastor, but the moment they try it with some other non Aroace character they get crucified by the rest of the fandom. So what’s so fucking different when it’s an Aroace character who’s getting this treatment instead?

It’s just so exhausting filtering through the tags for content of the actual character, and not some bastardized OC who only shares his name. And then all the posts defending themselves with “but aroace people can still date and have sex, it’s a sPecTrUm!” Which is honestly the absolute worst rhetoric that has come out of this discourse. Yes there’s a spectrum! But they only care about it because it lets them justify their behavior.

Really wish they’d just, respect Alastor’s canon orientation and who he really is, and not dismiss the one trait that so many of us relate to and connect with him on.

(Don’t have to post this/respond. Just needed to get this out of my system. It’s been boiling over ever since the Alastor x Lucifer ship took over the fandom, and it’s been getting hard for me to enjoy that particular dynamic when every other post has them making out. I also kinda wish that if people are going to ship him that they didn’t, y’know, make him completely allonormative and actually explored what being in a relationship with an aspec would look like? Because how we view and how we respond to “normal sex/romance things” are inherently different from everyone else.)

It's such a normalized thing to ship Alastor. Whenever you search up Alastor on anywhere you'll see so many ship posts, and thats so.. absurd to me. People take away his character, and then cry when someone mentions it. What's the point when he's not anything like how he used to be? He's just a shell of his actual self, watered down to dad jokes, jazz music, and technology hating grandpa. No.. There's a reason why I like a character, because they're their own person. I like everything about a character, every part of a character is what makes that character up. Take it all away, it's boring, it's not fun, I don't want my doll like this.

Every time I hear someone say that aroace people can still date while talking about Alastor, I want to bang my head on a wall. Why are you trying to justify shipping him when, yes, aroace people can still date and have sex but does he look like he wants to have sex or date??? And even then, these people do not know anything about aspec people, they go and find something and then flaunt it in our faces like it's treasure, you have no idea how aspec people are, how they experience stuff, how they date and have sex, one nonaroace person said it and now everyone's using it as some "I got you" moment.

I'm tired of people telling us to calm down or that it's just fiction whenever we say they're erasing aroace rep. They've got so many different amazing relationships they could delve into, yet they want to terrorize Alastor over here, is there even a character he wasn't shipped with at some point?

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thattimdrakeguy · 2 months

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Hey,

So if it's not too much to ask, can you give me a summary on the Core Four's personalities? I really wanna know for analysis reasons, I'm re reading all the core 4 young justice and teen titans books and trying to decipher my favorite one.

I can give you the personalities as intended by their creators no problem, Person Newtonote.

Now as you read you might think "Oh, hmm, that doesn't add up with what I've read" when it gets into the Young Justice and Teen Titans books, but that's 'cause different writers write different things, and some writers understand some characters better than others, and some of it is just plain character development, or in worse case writers doing what ever they please 'cause they don't care.

I'll let you judge when what happens.

Onto what you've asked though, I'll try to keep it simple as I can while still being detailed:

Tim Drake:

My personal favorite, that much is likely obvious.

As intended, he is an idealistic young boy, and dreamed of Robin as an even littler boy (he's pretty small for his age). He's clever, and resourceful, and thinks very very highly of the legacy of Robin. It's his heart though that got him his job as Robin, and his compassion and genuine passion for the role of Robin. And he displays what many may call boy scout tendencies. Even admitting to original Robin Dick Grayson that he enjoys helping old lady's cross the road (or something like that.)

Being raised in private schools, without a lot of friends (He's shown having no friends until he goes to public school to my knowledge), he's a pretty naive and oblivious, trusting person. And it's through out his journey's he has to learn how dark Gotham City can get. Though compared to the other Bat-Family members of this era (90s) he's very much the heart and light-hearted youthful energy to it.

His social ability is mostly perfectly fine, he's no complete weirdo. Kid can get friends easy peasy. Easily likable to folks. Endearing. But he has an oblivious side, and can get ahead of himself. Has a habit of getting spiritually adopted by people who instantly want to protect him. Anyone from Batman, to former CIA agents, and even villains. He's just got that babyface on him, and button nose.

He also deals with anxiety in terms of being Robin, being worried that he may be stripped of the job, or let people down, or mess something up. And sometimes that lends him having a lot of insecurities about himself. While having some prior training in martial artists, and implications of having taken gymnastics, also a former boy scout, he still doesn't naturally take to the role like all other Robins around him. Which means he has to try a lot harder to have his keep.

In the Bat-Family in this era (the 90s) he's the heart, and baby to everyone. They're uber protective of him, and take him out of the action when they deem it to be too much for someone like Tim. Within Young Justice he puts on a heavy Robin persona to hide what he's really like. Making himself out to be a more Batman-esque mysterious leader.

When really, he's a dorky, fanboy, who loves Kaijus, Crocky the ??? Crocodile I guess (Basically Barney the Dinosaur), super heroes, cars, Warlocks and Warriors (Dungeons and Dragons), sports, comics, Sci-Fi, fantasy, and cartoons. Self-admitted geek, with some popular interests in there.

Think of Tim as sort of Autistic kind of. He's never officially said to be. But when you read his origin, it's definitely a legitimate way to interpret him. Though I believe his uniqueness is intended to really be molded by Tim's passion, and obliviousness from a lack of parental figures in his very young life.

Tim is supposed to be an optimist, as told by his creator, but to be real a lot of writers seem to forget that, even when making jokes about how he's optimistic compared to others. I think sometimes the writer's own cynism leaks out into him. So remember that...despite a lot of writers forgetting it. Be better than them.

Cassie Sandsmark:

My personal second favorite member, but, please, make up your own mind here.

She's a rebellious teenage girl, and tomboy. She stays up pass curfew to party, but is at heart a good hearted individual who truly wants to help. This comes at odds with her stubborness and headfirst attitude. She hates being treated as a kid. And shows a great deal of intuition and cleverness. She's also a babysitter. Seemingly a good one too.

Her need to prove herself can put itself ahead of her own logic though. And she buts head with her very stuffy mother who doesn't appreciate Cassie's care-free nature. She means a lot to Cassie, and Cassie wants her approval. Cassie's natural being is...very much in contrast to what her mother would prefer though. It's fun.

A lot like Tim she's also shown to be a Super Hero fanboy. For her it's specifically Wonder Woman and the Flash, while with Tim it's basically anyone the writer decides he hasn't met offscreen yet.

Through her journey's she learns to contain herself though, and better use her powers.

Bart Allen:

The most teenager-y teenager you ever seen. He has ADHD, but not the uber-hyperactive, talkative, hugger you see in some more modern misunderstandings of him.

Originally he was pretty quiet. Super popular in his school. Girls loved him and considered him a pretty boy. But in reality he has no social knowledge, because he was raised in basically a video game for two years. He's essentially an alien learning to fit in with human civilization. So he's incredibly reckless without intention. It takes him awhile to truly process the concept of death and related repercussions. So he's sort of dangerous.

He can be quite surly, and mean spirited on occasion. But like most heroes, he has a good heart that comes out in the end. It's just simply the 90s and being Anti-Authority is the norm. His name is Bart after all. Underneath that is a young man who does sweet things when he has it in him.

Just don't think of him like a baby like how a lot of people make him out to be. He's a teen's teen.

Original Bart, like original Tim, and original Cassie, to me, is the best version of the character. The most nuanced, and interesting.

Oh, and minor violent streak on Bart too. Started a fight before, and stuff like that.

He cares inside. That has to count for something right?

Kon-El:

Hot-Headed pervert. Over-confident. Fame hungry. Lady magnet. Stubborn. Head first. Sort of a prick. But again good hearted.

I haven't read him as much as the others, because I don't personally care for him. Then in the early 00s with Teen Titans they decided just to make him an angsty young Clark, which is personally boring.

I don't have a lot of great things to say about him. His solo is very dated, and overtly sexual. Something I have no interest in reading.

He's at his best in Young Justice though, where he isn't written as jail bait by a writer who thought it'd be great if he dated grown women to fulfill teenage boys dreams. Instead you get to have fun with a very flawed character without the distracting perversion...mostly.

Punk styled. Loves dressing like a punk. Until he doesn't. Ruh-roh.

Again though, different writers write different things. They catch onto different things more than others, some are plain neglectful, others don't care, some want to change stuff for the sake of it. It's comics, you'll be lucky if it's consistent.

But on my years of studies, all that is what the character's where intended to be by their creators. So a lot of it is a starting pad, but it's also the purest form of them you're going to find.

#Tim Drake #Robin #Cassie Sandsmark #Wonder Girl #Bart Allen #Impulse #Kon-El #Conner Kent #Superboy #DC Comics #Young Justice #Young Just Us

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stevie-petey · 3 months

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could we get a blurb of one day steve went and visited her at work, just some goood friendly and fun banter and friendship and maybe accidental flirting while he helps her out and hangs around? 🫶

hi anon that i have zero clue who u are you !! and yes, i CAN give u a cute lil happy blurb

enjoy <3

“lets play two truths and one lie.”

you roll your eyes at steve. “didnt i tell you to quietly stack some books while i arrange the shelves?”

“but im bored,” he groans, following you as you straighten some books and start setting up a new display area.

“youre the one who insists on coming here every day. it’s summer now. go get some sun.”

steve blinks. “but youre in here.”

“and?”

“itd be boring without you, too.” he says, his face open and sweet as always. his candor is still something you arent used to. theres never anything hidden within his words.

you poke steves chest. “you need to figure out what you want, buddy.”

he grabs the hand thats poked him and tugs you close. “i wanna play two truths and one lie.”

he bats his eyes at you and your stomach flutters. youre insanely close to him now, hes still holding your hand, and he now rests his other hand on the small of your back in a way that makes you shiver in the june humidity. this close, you can see all the freckles that dot across his pretty face.

“i…” your words catch in your throat, which steve smirks at. sometimes you think he does these things purposefully, that he likes seeing you blush.

you pull away, not wanting to think too deeply into things. “fine. you go first, though.”

“yes!” steve does a happy dance, fist bumps the air, and then seems to remember that youre still there. he regains his composure and clears his throat. “okay. my first kiss was interrupted by her dad walking in and seeing us, im scared of the dark, and i was obsessed with frogs when i was younger.”

youre surprised by steves choices. theyre all so wildly random and bizarre. you think for a moment, stumped. he definitely seems like the type to be caught by a father, and what little kid doesnt love frogs?

“you’re not scared of the dark?” you finally guess.

steve cheers. “no! i win! im totally afraid of the dark, im human.”

“okay, so…” you nudge him. “what was the lie?”

“oh yeah. i was actually obsessed with toads, not frogs.”

you hit his chest. “thats cheating!”

“nuh uh. theyre different species. i won, just admit it, y/n. im like, totally better then you.”

“fine, wanna play it that way?” an evil grin spreads across your face. “my turn. ive never been kissed, my dream boyfriend is spider-man, and i have a cat named mews.”

steve answers immediately, confident in his answer. “easy. you dont have a cat named mews.”

“nope!” you go back to arranging a display, secretly elated you won. you turn back to steve and wink. “my dream boyfriend is peter parker.”

“but theyre the same person—hold on,” steve seems to realize something. “does that mean no ones ever kissed you?”

“never.” you turn now and notice that your friend is seemingly frozen in place, still processing the information youve just told him. he seems genuinely surprised.

steve is speechless. “but… i just thought—you know… youre just so you and—”

“and whats that supposed to mean?” you make a face.

“nothing bad, obviously! i just mean. well, c’mon. you gotta know what i mean—” steve is stumbling over his words with a panicked look on his face and you feel bad. you know what he meant, but you like watching him squirm.

you start to laugh. “relax, steve. im just messing with you.”

though in a way, it does kind of hurt. no ones ever shown an interest in you, but at least steve seems surprised by it. if the king of hearts was surprised by your pathetic love life, then maybe there was hope for you yet.

he exhales and rests a hand over his chest. “fuck, you gotta stop doing that.”

you smile but dont say anything else. the display still needs to be set, so you let the conversation die down and focus on it once more. youre not necessarily insecure about not having a first kiss or even a boyfriend, but it’s not your favorite topic, either.

then, after a few minutes of silence, just as you think steve has moved on, he of course has to speak.

“what if i kissed my fingers and then pressed them against your mouth—”

“steve?”

“yeah?”

“shut up and stack some books.”

“yes ma’am.”

#ask #anon #m speaks #m’s writing #come home blurb #IM SO SLEEPY #IF THERES TYPOS #LOOK AWAY !!!#set in between seasons 1 and 2

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scxrlettsversion · 7 months

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Secret Crush

yes i know and im sorry that i put Sugar mommy on hold everything’s been so hectic lately and i haven’t had time to write the next few chapters because i know i promised you guys there would be some smut in the next ones but honestly i don’t think im going to write some smut for this series maybe when i learn to write smut ill do a one-shot to test it out and you guys give me some feedback but anyways let’s get on with the story

Y/n’s POV:

I’m best friends with natasha and i love her in more than a way a best friend should but i mean can you really blame me she’s a person you’d wanna be in a relationship with she’s so pretty, she always make me smile, she just has the best personality but she’s never really shown interest sure we have a flirty friendship but she’s always flirty with every girl she meets so i don’t let her flirty comments get to my head plus she’s going on a date tonight so there’s another sign

*sighs* “what’s up with you?” she said “nothing nat just thinking” “what are you thinking about?” “just some things, they aren’t important what’s important is you looking good for your date let me see the outfits you picked out” i told her and she showed me two dresses, dress number 1 was a black elegant dress and number 2 was a red showy dress

Im not gonna lie i wish she was putting on these dresses for me but that’ll never happen “i think you should wear the black one” “really?” “well if you prefer the red one then wear that one” “you’re not helping me at all, what is up with you today” she said frustratingly “nothings up with me it’s just that why ask me for my opinion on dresses when you already prefer one, just wear that one” “even if i prefer one over the other im asking you to see which one would look better on me” “Natasha just pick one and move on whether it be the black one or red one doesn’t matter if you don’t hurry up you’ll be late to your date” “you know what if you’re not gonna help me then go i don’t know what the hell is up with you today but i’m not dealing with it” “I told you nothings up with me today” “just leave y/n” “fine” i said as i stormed out

i got to my room and just laid there staring at the ceiling thinking about my actions, yes i was wrong and i know that it’s just that seeing her go out with someone thats not me gets me upset how could she have not caught on that i have feelings for her i mean she’s a goddamn spy she can read everyone like an open book but when it comes to me she can’t she’s so frustrating.

Suddenly someone knocked on my door, i stood up and opened the door and it was wanda “i just came to check if you were okay, i know how you feel about nat and well now she’s going on a date with someone and you know” “yeah im okay i guess, im as good as i can be, i mean how would you be if the person you liked was your best friend and they ask you for help to get ready for their date” “i’d feel shitty” she said “but you know at some point you’ll have to get over her, maybe it’ll take long to get over her but getting over her is better than hurting yourself over and over again when she asks you to help her get ready for a date” “i know but i don’t know how to get over her, i mean how do i even start getting over her” i said frustratingly

i sighed and went back to my bed and wanda walked in, closed the door and sat next to me “hey c’mon sit up” i groaned as i sat up and looked at her, she took my hand in hers and told me “you may feel heartbroken and shitty right now but that feeling will go away in time, it doesn’t matter how long it takes you, this is a thing you can’t rush and i’ll be with you every step of the way, i’ll always have a shoulder you can lean on” “thank you wands” i said as i hugged her, suddenly the door opened and it was natasha “hey y/n i’m so-“ she was saying until she looked up “oh sorry i can come back” “oh no i was just about to leave, remember what i said y/n” she said as she back at me and walked out

“since when are you guys a thing?” “we’re not” “doesn’t look like you’re not” “well guess you’re the only one who doesn’t believe me” i said as i shrugged “well im gonna head out now” “okay” she gave me a little nod and left

i let out a sigh after she left *that was really hard to do but it’s a start in getting over her*

The next day

last night i didn’t hear natasha come back, if she is back i might’ve been sleep or something “hey y/n” carol said “yeah?” “you wanna spar with me?” “sure why not” “okay see you in 10?” “yeah” “okay see you” she said as she walked away as i walked into the kitchen i saw natasha sitting there with hickeys on her neck guess she got lucky, I walked to the fridge without saying anything and just as i was about to leave she said “no hey or nothing?” “i have to be in the gym” “saying hi doesn’t take up time” “it does for me” she scoffs “well let me not take any more of your precious time” she said angrily as she stormed off

i sighed and went on to the gym, She always does this, at some point she puts her walls up again i ask her what’s wrong she doesn’t tell me but now since im doing it to her she’s mad? i don’t understand her “hey you ready?” carol said “oh uh yeah” “alright let’s start, you throw first hit and then i’ll throw next” “alright” i said as i threw the first hit which of course she blocked it and threw one back and this went on for a couple hours until we were both tired and called it

As i was heading to mine and natasha’s floor i heard something’s that i’d always wanted to hear but not from someone else who wasn’t me.

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and she posts for the first time in two months 😱 sorry guys i’ve been really busy lately and couldn’t find the time until now to write, this might be a two part one-shot idk yet ill see but hope you guys enjoy it :)

pt.2 will be out soon :)

#natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x you #natasha angst #natasha romanoff angst #angst #angsty #hope for a happy ending

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Kon-El questions 3, 7 and 16

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

hmmm. how do i put this. it's like... the way karl kesel treated him as a self-insert for his own teenage fantasy self or whatever sometimes. obviously this comes out in the way he gets preyed on by adult women and this is played off as cool and chill, but it also comes out in the way a) kesel writes his flirting. sometimes it's very endearing and cringefail, and other times he's kissing women without consent, and that's played off as chill and fine because kesel thinks it should be and the women in question almost always are fine with that, but also b) he writes off concerns about indigenous hawaiians in kon's narrative (like silver sword or ...man i'm forgetting that kid who gets jealous of him and has powers about it for a minute, but that narrative). and like. yeah. white man in the 90s wrote this for SURE. i don't think it's like, written in the absolute poorest taste imaginable, because there's a lot of ways where it seems almost like they were trying to be respectful of native hawaiian culture, but then there's shit that's so far off the mark it's like. dude. and it's very evident that it just reflects karl kesel's own views much more than any character in-narrative.

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

lmaooo that's a toughie!!!! fanon kon at large is just. straight up not my boy. however there's a subset of fandom who leans into him being genderqueer/gnc/trans a lot more than canon ever has and i looove that. trans kon truthers lets go ♥

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

LORD. tim/ber/kon is the one that makes me roll my eyes hardest, alongside the rarer but no less irksome ber/kon. it's like... this is 100% not about kon as a character. this is about tim. ber/kon is almost funny in that it's entirely about tim but with tim himself cut out of the picture. but tim/ber/kon is just "let's take tim's most popular two fanon love interests and just shove all of them together!" and i have yet to see Anything even remotely try to convince me why kon and bernard should give a shit about each other. like, MAYBE you could sell it as a loooong slow burn, but i just. i don't see it man. putting the rest under a cut bc i AM gonna ramble about why i dislike it, so if you like tim/ber/kon or tim/ber and don't wanna see that, keep scrolling here👍!!

this is also partly bc i just... man i really wanted to like bernard and tim/ber but there's nothing there. i knew i didn't like rebirth tim characterization going in when i read tdr but i was hoping i'd at least find some crumbs. it's all just ... like there's no substance to it. there's no conflict, no character flaws, no "why do they even like each other???", no particular way they seem to help each other grow. it's just tropey "told, not shown" fluff where megfitz insists they are SO in love and perfect for each other, over and over, without backing that up really at all, and it just holds absolutely no appeal to me. and when it's just tim/ber i'm like yeah ok sure it's not my thing but whatever. but when people start trying to shove kon into there i'm like NO!!!!!! sdjkfhkd like im just SO unconvinced and it feels like such a great steaming heap of Nothing.

the main reason that is is that to me a relationship needs to have an arc. it can't just be stagnant. if there's no conflict, if there's no room for growth, if there's no development, it falls apart in my eyes. it doesn't feel like a real story about actual people. and as far as the tim/ber dynamic established in tdr, there's just. nothing. even the fact that bernard apparently somehow knows that tim is robin, which should be a HUGE source of conflict, is completely glossed over. it never comes up in any way.

like, we know that tim wants to tell people, but holds back out of a sense of duty. in robin '93, he agonizes about this with steph. but when bruce tells her his identity without his consent - which steph tells him bruce did immediately - he flips the fuck out!!!! he panics and runs away and he's furious with them both!!! so you'd ostensibly think that bernard knowing, and then not telling him he knows, would be sowing the seeds for an explosive conflict later down the line. especially because bernard now knows that tim is just. lying to him. all the time. shamelessly and blatantly lying through his teeth. and sure, it's for a good cause. right? but you'd think that in a relationship that's only just been established, just for a few months, that would also be offputting!! you'd think he'd start getting more and more unhappy that tim is just constantly lying to him and he knows it!! because he knows it about the robin secret, but what else might tim be lying to him about??? he knows now that tim has no qualms just lying to his face all the goddamn time, and he's... FINE with that???? there's this giant secret they're both dancing around and it's set up that there's just. N O T H I N G done with that. it drives me up the wall. i found this absolutely infuriating to read. both of them just being so one-dimensionally "oh we're in looooove so nothing else matters" that it erodes not only tim's specific characterization but bernard's ability to react like . idk. a human being? it just feels like running into dead end after dead end.

so yeah adding kon into that mix makes me want to tear my hair out bc it just feels SO surface-level. it's like... how much of him are you gonna shave off to fit him into this soulless, conflictless mold? it's like how i get annoyed when tim/kon fics ignore kon being genuinely really upset tim didn't share his identity with the team in yj98, but worse. because identity shit REALLY matters to kon. kon has never dated anyone who didn't know he was superboy. all of his civilian friends in sb11 know he's superboy. like, he does Not get close to people if he can't share that. it would be!!! a source!!! of conflict!!! but i've never seen Any ship content for tim/ber/kon that isn't just either completely declawed fluff that's just oh hehe tim has two boyfriends, or "kon angsting over tim dating someone else uwu" bullshit, which occasionally leads into completely declawed "tim has two boyfriends" fluff. it just does such a disservice to every character involved imo.

#answers #astranova13 #this got kind of long. but explaining why i don't like tim/ber/kon necessitates explaining why i don't like tim/ber and. well.#that gets into the pandora's box of ''why tdr is the top of my 'shittiest comics ive ever read' list'' skdjfhjkds #sorry for being a hater but also like Tis My Opinion

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Character Essay: Snape

So, there are some characters that I have feelings about. Like, that I can see what the author was trying to do with them, but I also just... think they failed.

Unsurprisingly, two of these characters have to do with Harry Potter. Severus Snape, and Albus Dumbledore.

Yes, I know, J.K. Rowling is a terrible person and a TERF. But this is still something I wanna write about. And this is my blog. So... yeah. The Albus Dumbledore post might come later.

So, Severus Snape.

I’m gonna break this down into 3 big issues I have with the character. Which does definitely call into question the way Snape was written. And I'll even put it under a read more so any people who are pro-Snape for whatever reason don't have to read any further.

And yeah, this isn't going to be nice to Snape. Like, I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Albus Severus Potter should have been named Rubeus Remus. It is actually kind of a crime that he never named a child for Hagrid, considering Hagrid was literally the first person who was nice to him and introduced him to the Wizarding World. But I digress, let's get to the main subject of this essay.

1. Treatment of Students

We know why Snape treats Harry like shit. It doesn't make it ok, but I wanna talk about other students. Disregarding the favouritism towards his own house, we already come across a huge problem, that is also a problem with Dumbledore as well...

Snape's an abusive teacher.

Even if we disregard Snape's treatment of Harry, we have how he treats students like Neville, and insults leveled at students not within his house. Even the best Hermione, who is basically as close to a perfect student as we get, is simply ignored and passed over without a comment, and Neville... Hoo boy.

Like, I don't know the specific guidelines teachers are given that they're not allowed to cross, but Snape breaks almost all of them. Insults and abuse are hurled towards Neville constantly, even when he's in other classes, like him insulting Neville right in front of Lupin. And while I do like Lupin... Lupin just smiles at it. Nothing ever happens. Snape apparently never even gets told off about abusing his students. Hell, he yells at Hermione and Harry in front of the Minister for Magic in the 3rd book, and Fudge, while surprised, does nothing about it other than trying to calm Snape down.

Like, is abuse just... not a thing in the Wizarding World? This comes up in my thoughts about Dumbledore as well, beyond this, but...

If Snape was a teacher anywhere else, he would have been fired. Like, immediately. But he's just allowed to do so. Like, the closest thing to punishment he gets is that he's not allowed to teach Defence of the Dark arts until Harry's 6th year.

And just so we know this isn't the norm, let's look at another teacher... Minerva McGonagall.

She is the head of Gryffindor House (although I still think she should be a Ravenclaw. As should Hermione. BUT ANYWAY) but she does not favour her house. Excluding Quidditch, in which she supports her House's team, but that's a different thing, that's fine. Whereas Snape has probably never taken so much as a single point from Slytherin, she was responsible for the largest amount of points taken from Harry at one time, if I'm right. If not the largest amount, certainly the largest amount of points taken in the first book. She is also strict, but is also shown to be fair, and will compliment a student and praise them if they do well. She praises Hermione in their first class, because while Hermione did not entirely succeed, she did show godd progress for her first try. And while we do not see her compliment a student from another House, it can be assumed that it does happen.

This is how a teacher SHOULD be. They are there to nurture students, teach them, not abuse them and play favourites.

There are other teachers in Hogwarts, but Snape is the main one who abuses them. A case could be made for Barty Crouch (disguised as Mad-Eye Moody) abusing them, by putting them under the Imperius Curse) but considering he was a Death Eater, and was apparently doing it because Dumbledore wanted him to, we'll just... ignore him. I don't think it's too far from what Moody would actually do, although I don't like to think of Moody as abusive.

But yeah, Snape is very abusive of his students, to the point that the most positive thing he can really do towards a student that isn't from Slytherin is ignore them or say nothing. And abuse is a really fucking bad thing, in case you didn't know.

Let's move onto the next topic...

2. His 'love' of Lily Evans

Yeah, I put the love in quotation marks. Mainly because it... doesn't really read that much like love to me. I am aromantic, so that might have SOMETHING to do with it, but...

It just comes off more as a creepy sort of obsession than anything else. An obsession deep enough for him to have a doe as a patronus.

Like... let's start from the beginning. The first time we see Snape and Lily, Snape is spying on her and it's implied that he's been doing so for a little bit. Even though they're just kids, I'm pretty sure that counts as stalking. And then he makes a branch fall on Petunia when she insults them, which could have seriously injured her, depending on the size of the branch and where it hit her. It was enough to make Petunia cry at the least when it hit her shoulder.

Snape also encouraged Lily to steal letters from her sister and read them, when they found out that Petunia had written to Hogwarts. Although I guess that doesn't really come into the subject of his 'love' for Lily.

We also see that Snape is very... racist, I guess? Does the whole blood thing count as racist? Calling Lily a Mudblood, and then when he tries to apologise he can't even deny that if it was anyone but her, he would not apologise for it. So basically having different rules for her, which I guess could come into a love thing but the fact that he calls muggleborns Mudblood and yet 'loves' one comes out as... kinda fetishistic to me, I'm not gonna lie.

In the books we also have him desperate to protect her from Voldemort, crying when she's dead... And yet despite that, he is horribly abusive to her son, just because he looks like his father. And yet he does say that he wants to keep him safe, angry at Dumbledore when he finds out they've basically been raising him like a lamb to the slaughter. So apparently he's fine with possibly mentally scarring Harry, but killing him? Oh, that's just totally unforgivable!

You can point out various things across the books that Snape has done for Harry, but that doesn't change the fact that Snape is INCREDIBLY abusive to Harry, even moreso than he is to other students.

And then we have him taking part of Lily's letter, just because it had her signiture, and part of the photo that showed her in it, which just... always struck me as creepy. Stalker-ish. I dunno how to explain it any better than that.

And then, we have absolutely the creepiest part... him wanting Harry to look at him as he dies. Just so he can pretend that he's looking into Lily's eyes, probably. Which... yeah, that's just super creepy.

Like, I honestly cannot see it as romance at all. It just comes off as Snape having an obsession. It's even worse in the movies where he is shown cradling Lily's dead body against him and crying. Which normally wouldn't be that bad but with everything else on top of that... yeah.

This does bring us onto the last subject...

3. Snape's 'Redemption'

Snape's redemption is supposed to happen after his death. Here's the problem... he's one of the main examples about why J.K. is very poor when it comes to redeeming characters. Like, Draco could have been set up for a redemption, but he wasn't, as were his parents. Snape was set up for a redemption... and J.K. seems to think it was enough?

So, the main thing that is supposed to redeem Snape, that is meant to make us think he's ok... is showing us his past with Lily, and various discussions with Dumbledore. The whole sequence is for exposition and to try and make us think Snape is a good guy because he 'loved' Lily, and that was his motivation for everything good he did. Which, again, comes off as pretty obsessive.

Here's the thing though...

Snape abused Harry for 6 years of his life. He made Draco set a snake on him in his second year. He repeatedly broke into Harry's mind which seemed to end up having the opposite effect that Dumbledore wanted. Dumbledore even basically admits as much, saying that Snape was a poor choice for it, that he had hoped Snape would be able to see past his hatred of Harry's father. He refused to listen to anyone when it came to Sirius, refusing the possibility that Sirius might be innocent (until Dumbledore talked to him about it, probably), outed a colleague as a werewolf, which, considering the allergory J.K. was aiming for, was like outing a gay man, and made him resign from his job because he knew student's parents would be writing in to complain about it, so it essentially cost Lupin a job, which as we know, is already something that werewolves had problems with.

I do have issues with J.K.'s allergory of werewolves as homosexuals... but let's just say that one of the most notable werewolves, after Remus, was known for attacking and 'turning' children and leave it at that. It's not relevant to the topic at hand anyway.

Showing us that Snape did some things right, and that he 'loved' Lily... like, let's pretend that he did love Lily for a moment, and that it wasn't a creepy obsession.

... That still doesn't excuse the shit he did. It doesn't excuse the abuse at all. It doesn't redeem him from being a Death Eater. His only reason for wanting to save the Potter family was Lily.

Saving Harry's life in the first year by countering Quirrell's curse, and then acting as referee in the next match to protect Harry? That doesn't redeem the abuse that he inflicted upon Harry in the first year, let alone the rest of it.

Let's assume he had the best intentions in Prisoner of Azkaban, and he was interested in rescuing Harry, Ron and Hermione from Sirius. Although that is a HUGE assumption, all things considered... still doesn't redeem him.

Checking that Sirius was indeed at headquarters and then alerting them that Harry had gone to the Department of Mysteries to try and save Sirius when Sirius wasn't even there? Still doesn't redeem him.

None of the good things Snape does redeems him for the abuse he inflicted upon his students and especially Harry and Neville, and his love for Lily reads more like a creepy obsession.

J.K. tried to redeem Snape... and absolutely failed. Sometimes when you write a character, you need more than a single chapter to redeem them.

I'm not even sure if Snape was redeemable at all. Abusing children is a pretty fucking terrible thing. And I don't think it's even me being biased for being abused by a teacher, it's just unacceptable.

#anti snape #anti severus snape #Harry Potter #character essay

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hii, i would like to request a nagito x fem reader, which is the ultimate super model and it is about 6''1 inches. (sorry if my English is bad or if the measurement is wrong, i'm Brazilian and English is not my first language)

Have a great day!

♡ Nagito Komaeda x Fem! 6'1! Ultimate Super Model Reader!♡

Thank you for the request, Anon!! I hope I did it's alright!! I didn't wanna overdo the height thing, because I wasn't sure when it would start to come off as patronising; but I tried to include it!

Also, your English is lovely and I understood the measurement provided! Have a wonderful day, Anon!! <3

♡ You’re so powerful oh my goodness!!

♡ He is absolutely ENAMOURED by you.

♡ As the Ultimate Super Model, you’ve been shown to the world in numerous ways. You’ve been plastered all over magazines, modelled clothing for companies, and even walked down numerous runways.

♡ Komaeda has been to watch you walk down some of these runways and, every time, he’s been absolutely starstruck.

♡ The certain power you hold in just your eyes alone as you model sends him into a fascinated chill. It’s a stare that screams “I’m almighty”, but yet it’s not at all insulting; it’s beautiful.

♡ He feels absolutely entranced as he watches you.

♡ You’re taller than Nagito by a few inches, at a gorgeous height of 6’1, and he loves it.

♡ He honestly didn’t focus on your height too much, all he knew was that he was the smaller one, and that was fine by him.

♡ When you pull him close and let him be the little spoon, oh…oh goodness he’s a blushing mess.

♡ He loves to be cradled and held by you, to have you wrap your legs over him, to have you there…

♡ Aaah, you’re so wonderful!

♡ Of course, you can be the little spoon too if you so desire! He’ll do anything for you, honest!

♡ And, truth be told, he secretly adores being able to hold you, no matter how much he fusses about “not being worthy of such a gift”.

♡ He doesn’t drag on about it, he mentions it a few times, throwing in some wonderings of “how did I get so lucky”, and then he gets carried away with the comfort he’s feeling and just holds you close. Either that, or he snuggles into you depending on who’s the bigger spoon.

♡ Sometimes you confide in him your disappointment in some of the outfits you wear, stating how sometimes some outfits just look better on shorter girls (or so you believe).

♡ You’re not constantly insecure about your height, but sometimes you wonder how it’d be to be a bit shorter.

♡ Whatever your stance is, Nagito is always hyping you up. He thinks any of the clothes you wear, whether you model them or not, compliment you marvellously. Either that, or you just make anything look good.

♡ You’ve expressed discomfort in wearing heels before, wondering if it makes you too tall.

♡ For shoots, sometimes you do have to wear heels; and you tend to come out a little overwhelmed or insecure.

♡ Nagito, however, loves it.

♡ Something about the height just…majestic.

♡ He thinks it’s beautiful.

♡ He thinks you’re beautiful, and he will let you know that.

♡ He adores your charisma. He just loves to watch you shine.

♡ Whenever he sees you on a modelling magazine, he can’t help but be proud.

♡ That’s his girlfriend, love of his life!! She looks amazing, so awesome, and you’re telling him he has the luxury of knowing you?! The luxury of being yours?! The luxury of you??

♡ Sends him into a giggly spiral.

♡ Doesn’t understand what you, someone so elegant and wonderful, sees in him; but he’s not complaining.

♡ One of your biggest supporters honestly.

♡ Genuinely admires how naturally you can slip into a professional mindset. One minute you’ll be laughing, or talking, just generally letting your true personality shine; and then the minute the camera is raised it’s like you switch.

♡ It’s amazing how you can just throw yourself into the zone.

♡ Sometimes you get paparazzi, and while some celebrities try to avoid being seen with their partners, or anything within their personal life, you are the complete opposite,

♡ You will literally link your arm with his (assuming it’s not been linked already, but it usually already is) and flash the happiest smile.

♡ It does not matter how long you have been together for, the very fact you’re so open to having the world know you’re in love with Nagito makes him so frazzled everytime!

♡ He’s so grateful?!

♡ Nagito’s just taken aback; he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

♡ Sometimes, you’ll strike a full on pose.

♡ He just stands there, amazed.

♡ The media loves your minor height difference. There’s a shot of you resting your chin on Nagito’s head, and the media loved it.

♡ Sometimes, though, you don’t want the paparazzi, and Nagito seems to be heavily aware of this when it happens.

♡ He is exceptionally good at just removing you from the situation.

♡ I mean, depending on his luck, they’ll either follow or just give up.

♡ Either way, if you don’t feel comfortable, he’s getting you out of there.

♡ It’s like that for shoots as well. You’re independent, sure, but sometimes Nagito enjoys waiting for you to finish or, if allowed, watch.

♡ Sometimes, you just come home and talk to him about it.

♡ Regardless, if you express any form of discomfort or anxiety, he is so gentle towards you.

♡ He’s immediately on it with the praise, making sure you’re okay.

♡ Will hold your hands in his at home and let you talk.

♡ If he’s on his own and he sees you on some advertisement or media or whatnot, he has to muffle a scream and whack his face into a pillow.

♡ Doesn’t matter how many times he sees you, he is forever admiring you!

♡ You call him dolly, angel, darling, whatever else, and he’ll call you anything under the sun, honestly. He’ll pick up on what you prefer, though. He’s intuitive like that.

#nagito komeada x reader #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #nagito komaeda #danganronpa #goodbye despair #fem reader #tall reader #sdr2

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cookieblobber · 8 months

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The Strength of Knuckles in Sonic Frontiers

After seeing how so much better the writing and characterization has been through Amy, it only leads one to wonder:

What are they gonna do with Tails and Knuckles?

By now you’ve probably already gotten the idea of what’s the issue with Knuckles. Once a fascinating, unique character who was the only one left in his species and isn’t very familiar or accustomed to the rest of the world due to the burden he has to carry of protecting the Master Emerald/Angel Island full of his ancestors’ history, to a big goober who talks about how much he is so strong and can do anything, yet gets easily shoved aside for comic relief (ala Gens and Lost World; also I don’t wanna really bring up Boom Knuckles since it is a whole different interpretation of the character and as we all know, he can be pretty funny).

Imo he was probably at his worst in Forces. Sure the idea of him leading the resistance makes sense since you know, ancestors being warriors and all, but…the motherfucker KILLED 80% of his troops doing “Operation Big Wave” …and it’s just kinda brushed aside too??? Like this isn’t even brought up as like a devastating emotional scene where Knuckles realizes he fucked up and nearly wiped out a whole army, or shows the whole resistance is losing hope or anything, it’s just a random text box told by Amy during a level…but we can’t focus on that as we have an Infinite fight with the Avatar coming up!

Ok ok I’m straying off topic; Frontiers Knuckles is beautifully written and the story takes his shit with the severity it needs

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Knuckles

was surprisingly given his own little animated short before the game came out, acting as a prologue (there was also a little comic featuring what the rest of the cast was doing before the events of the game but, it’s nothing noteworthy. Just kinda shows how they got interested into heading to Starfall Islands). After watching the little cartoon….

That was some of the best animated Sonic content I’ve ever seen.

The animated short establishes Knuckles’ character and background so fucking marvelously. A lot of past animated shorts from the official Sonic YouTube channel/Powerhouse Studios usually went for more slice of life, silly and cartoony stuff (which is fine and dandy, I like them too), so it was surprising how they went for a more serious and quiet route with this short.

We see Knuckles finally back guarding the Emerald again. He ponders once again about his ancestors, monologues about preferring to do things on his own while doing his job guarding the Master Emerald. He begins though to question about where did the emeralds even come from, why is it so important for him to guard what is essentially a burden to him? Tikal’s light shows up and guides him to somewhere through Sky Sanctuary, and along the way we see such beautiful animation of him gliding around (pretty sure this is the first time in 2D animation he’s shown to glide) and helping out Chao that inhabit the area.

After some exploring, Knuckles finds a Chao trying to retrieve a stone mask (eerily appearing to be the face of a Koco) buried under a pile of rocks. He smashes the pile, gives the mask, but notices a teal green gear on the ground obviously ripping off Pokémon Mystery Dungeon and a whole newly opened ruin…older than anything on Angel Island. At the end of it is presumably a Cyber Space structure, with a gear slot that he puts the gear in, transporting him to what, honestly seemed like Chaos Island; enemies show up, and a massive beatdown happens, showing just how fucking amazing Powerhouse Animation Studios’ can be and only blue balling every fan watching from the idea of a 2D animated Sonic tv show to happen one day.

Sage though shows up with Asura and defeats Knuckles. We then see Knuckles contained in Ares Island, no way to come out on his own. He begins to monologue again

“I don’t need anyone to get by…

“but sometimes…”

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In just 6 minutes, Knuckles has been redeemed. Yes he’s a bit clumsy, he can be hotheaded, but it’s clear he has his reasons for his flaws than just being the silly character who is that way for the sake of jokes. The red echidna is capable of having more serious thoughts, thinking about his family and his current position, how unfortunate things are. And regardless, it’s shown he really can do things on his own, he’s able to run the island by himself and be a strong presence any creature that lives on the island can rely on. He’s shown to be capable of putting up a good fight and taking out a whole group of enemies, he’s finally showing to be more than just all talk no game; out of all of the friends in Sonic’s group, he’s the one we’ve wanted to see again for so damn long considering his first ever introduction was being Sonic’s main rival who runs this floating mysterious land. Sonic works best with his legs, Knuckles works best with his fists.

I mean the motherfucker PUNCHED the Super out of Sonic, I think it’s reasonable people would have their expectations of the character to be somewhat high.

And coupled with the stellar animation and choreography, it’s some of the best 6 minutes for any Sonic fan to enjoy and revive their appreciation for the franchise, reminding them why they’re invested in it all these years later with all of it’s ups and downs.

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Sonic crash lands into the desert-y Ares Island, and see he has to hunt down the emeralds once again

Unrelated, but something I’ve noticed is that mostly each island in this game kinda acts like…it’s own Sonic game? If that makes sense???

Like, you look back on the classic games, specifically Sonic 3, right. You find a character and get a gist of their personality, throughout the new island you’ve landed on however, you go through levels and obstacles, entering special stages to retrieve emeralds, collect all 7 to take down the final massive boss in this epic Super Sonic showdown.

What do you do in an island in Sonic Frontiers: You find a character, get a gist of their personality, throughout the new island you’ve landed on however, you go through random separated obstacles, enter special stages Cyber Space portals to retrieve keys to unvault emeralds, collect all 7 to take down what many consider to be on par to a final massive boss in this epic Super Sonic showdown.

Specifically in Ares Island, you’re shooting back the missiles the boss is firing to be able to weaken and attack them…hmmmmmmmmm

Fascinating parallels if I do say so myself.

Sonic immediately starts investigating and to his surprise, Knuckles is trapped here. Freeing him starts some dialogue, and once again Ian Flynn showing off his skills and giving us quite possibly some of the best interactions between the two characters the franchise has ever seen. Sonic usually keeps teasing Knuckles and making jokes at him to of course get a reaction out of him; both are at bit of playful odds with each other, like genuine bros just handing out teasing each other and having a good time and bantering, and it’s just so wholesome to watch. Admittedly, probably cliche to say at this point but, some moments lead to slight homo energy, especially with how Sonic keeps looking at him 💀

Sega isn’t making things any less subtle 🫢🫢🫢

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What I like the most about Knuckles’ writing here is that he barely boasts about how strong he is an all akin to Generations and Lost World. In Gens and LW, it’s usually really played up where he says, “I could’ve done better, you know!” but then something overly comical happens to him that might make you think he’s just talking to look good and make you eye roll, that he’s a bit of a fraud overhyping himself up. Here in Frontiers: he definitely still tries to keep up a tough demeanor, but it’s not immediately met with him looking weak and powerless. Around the end of the boss fight, he claims about Super Knuckles could’ve done better, but it’s obviously just bantering with Sonic like how they’ve been doing throughout the whole story. And even then, it’s already been shown he really is capable of putting up a fight, shown in the prologue video and a scene in this game where he was about to fight Sage for attacking Sonic. There’s a level of respect still done to the character instead of being there for the sake of comic relief.

Like Amy, he’s helping his own Koco, that being soldiers of some sort of army. It turns out through a sort of interactive flashback, the Ancients that inhabited the islands had created massive walls of defenses of some kind. Unfortunately, some random powerful being immediately wiped it all out in an instant. This leads to Knuckles approaching the Koco that brought him to these defenses and noticed it’s still, signifying that the Ancients were killed in that sudden attack (since the ancients’ souls seem to be related to the Koco). A moment of silence is given for the fallen Koco, who’s soul has been now laid to rest.

Later, we see Knuckles trying to round up an army of Koco soldiers, cowering in fear of what happened to one of then, to head to their bunkers to protect themselves. Essentially it’s just Knuckles playing along to help the souls of the ancients within the Kocos be laid to rest as well. Sonic helps out, and in the middle of it, Knuckles notices the ruins around them seem similar to the ones on Angel Island, theorizing if the Ancients that have survived whatever attack on Starfall Islands have once inhabited Angel Island. It clearly resonates with him as it shows there could be a more noticeable connection between his people and the Ancients than he thinks (after all the ancients seem to look a lot like Chaos, the water god who protected the Master Emerald).

Suddenly, giant towers launch an attack on the ruins, and in this case, Knuckles is unable to fight due to his cyber form (he could only do so with Sage as she was able to interact with whatever happens in Cyber Space and Starfall Islands). He starts to worry about another sudden attack ruining the Ancients home, so it’s up to Sonic to stop it.

This helps put the rest of the Koco army finally to rest as whatever unfinished business they had has finally been settled.

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After everything is settled, Knuckles is seen sitting down, pondering again. The scene is silent, gloomy, and gentle. Sonic approaches him, attempts to say something but, realizes he’d just ruin his little moment thinking alone.

With him being alone with Sonic, he shows a rare moment of vulnerability: a fear of being alone. Knuckles starts to monologue about his ancestors and what they’ve done, and the consequences of their actions; being the last of his species. Seeing in the flashback how the Ancients were wiped out by an unknown powerful force, and seeing them be attacked at random by another unknown force, it reminded him of his own generational trauma.

Sonic, as optimistic and cheerful as always, reminds him he may be the only echidna, but it doesn’t mean he’s the only living person, as he got other people. Knuckles admits he’s into Sonic’s freedom lifestyle, which Sonic encourages him to pursue as well, of course once things are back to normal.

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As mentioned in my essay on Amy Rose, it’s gentle, quiet moments like these that sell the unique tone of Frontiers. Moments like these showcase why even after all these years later, no matter how these characters are made out to be in all these stories, there’s a good reason to be in love with them and invested with their personalities and goals. This franchise may be all about running around and going fast, but it doesn’t hurt to take a step back and sit down; these moments we haven’t seen since I guess, Sonic Unleashed, and moments that could’ve benefited games like Sonic Forces.

It’s so nice to just have characters taking a moment to talk things out and show appreciation for one another. It’s such a breath of fresh air to see them show to be more than just background characters that tag along Sonic; they have their own goals and wants in life. And at the time of me writing all of this, it makes me more excited to see what Update 3 does to these characters.

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Knuckles is a very special character, where the fact he has this very specific burden he has to put up with that no one he knows might ever be able to relate to or fully understand…oddly makes him relatable. We all have some problem in our lives that may feel like no one else will ever get: certain trauma, mental issues, just things that we just have to accept will be a part of us for the rest of our lives whether we like it or not. Said problem may never have a proper solution or a way out, it’s the unfortunate truth.

But, like Sonic, there will always be people around to keep you on your feet and show you why you should always put up with said issues and do what’s right. They may not fully know what’s going on, but they will always try to help you find a work around to your problems and other ways to enjoy life regardless of the issues that may hold you back.

You may be the only one who may go through a certain dilemma, but you’re not the only one in the world who can help you deal with it. There’s always people out in the world to turn to when times get tough.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic frontiers #Knuckles #knuckles the echidna

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Not so bad

here! * throws head cannon one shot and runs * description: can’t think of one… basically just some season one Lloyd and Nya bonding.

Lloyd had absolutely nothing to do. The ninja were all out on missions or something, so there wasn’t really anyone to bother and uncle Wu said he couldn’t play anymore pranks or else there’d be no sweets. So Lloyd did the only thing he could do, read Star fair! He decided to read out on the deck since no one else was up there to disturb him, not that there was any one to disturb him other than his uncle or maybe Kai’s sister. What was her name? Nya… yeah that was it. He had no idea where she was, the whole time he’s been there she’s never really been around, which was fine with him, he didn’t like girls, not at all. So how was it he had found himself right in front of her door? Of course he couldn’t just enjoy his comics, no, the stupid wind had to blow it out of his hands and away from the ship. And of course Lloyd panicked, that volume was one of his favorites! Thankfully the wind seemed to understand that and the book made its way back towards him… that was until it decided to go straight through one of the windows near the bottom of the flying boat. Which also meant it was in one of three places : it landed in the room the ninja shared, it landed in his uncle’s room, or Nya’s room… Lloyd quickly darted down the stairs and peered into each room hoping to find his book, until he got to the room he had been dreading…. Nya’s. Lloyd decided the best course of action was to first nock. He had seen what happened if you didn’t nock before going into a room, and usually it had to do with yelling and versus objects being thrown at the intruder. Unfortunately or fortunately, Lloyd wasn’t sure which one, Nya hadn’t opened the door, so he took the next approach. Carefully he cracked open the door so he could peek in just enough to tell if anyone was in the room, no one was in the room. Seeing this he decided to go ahead and look for the comic lucky Nya seemed to keep a clean room so it was very easy to find. Unfortunately Lloyd wasn’t able to make it out when he heard the sound of a jet pack and saw a figure coming towards the open window so in a panic he quickly hid inside Nya’s wardrobe. The Jet packed stranger flew into the room and by the looks of their clothes Lloyd could tell it was the samurai! The samurai those color coded idiots were looking for. But what were they doing here! Lloyd tried to get a better look at them causing the old wooden wardrobe to creak causing the samurai to become aware of his presence. Lloyd internally paniced. What would they do if they found him? What if they were trying to sabotage the bounty? What if- Lloyd didn’t get a chance to continue his panicking because suddenly the doors to Lloyd’s hiding place was whipped wide open. And Lloyd screamed. And the samurai panicked next. “ stop that! Shhhh!!!! Please be quiet! Lloyd, please I’m begging you!” Lloyd knew that voice… “Nya!?!” The girl in question took off the helmet and gave a weak smile, “surprise…” she sounded very tired. “ what! B-but how a-and…” Lloyd continued to try to rap his head around this. “ yeah I know, just please don’t tell anyone!” Lloyd stopped his rambling and looked straight at her. “What?” “please, Lloyd Kai already worries enough about me and I just need a little bit of freedom, and I just wanna be able to help.” While Nya continued her own rambling Lloyd considered his options. While he would like to ruin the ninja’s bet they had made, it would be perfect… but something in Lloyd’s gut told him to just let it be. “ok,” Nya sighed in relief for a moment, “but you have to do something for me.” Nya groaned but finally agreed. “Ok, what is it?” A large smile grew on Lloyd’s face. “Can you show me your stuff and everything! Like how do you know who needs help! And-and-“

“Ok.” Nya finally nodded “I’ll show you.” a few hours later Nya had shown Lloyd almost everything! It was absolutely amazing! “the boys will be back soon,” Nya told Lloyd as she began to put her stuff away, “I’m going to finish cleaning here, if you want you can go do your own thing.” Lloyd agreed and grabbed his star fair before heading out. “Hey nya?” The girl hummed in response, “ you know you’re actually kinda not so bad… for a girl.” Nya smiled at him, “you know you’re not so bad yourself for being such a brat at times.” And for the first time Lloyd actually felt like he had maybe, just maybe made a real friend.

#lloyd #nya #ninjago one shot #ninjago headcanons #season 1

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bee-dot-exe · 6 months

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Surprise, I told you that I would post it and tag you eventually, @wolfboypunzo, hope this is what you had in mind!

Last Day Of Twitchcon

993 words

Bit of angst, it's a Dream Team but Sapnap focused hurt/comfort, so it has a sweet ending.

The second we were sure the streams had ended, the raids had gone through, and Discord was closed, the three of us headed for a more secluded area of the convention building to relax.

Before Dream and George left for the next panel. Which I wasn't invited to for whatever reason. But it's fine. I was so goddamn tired and didn't feel that great anyway.

None of us completely fell asleep, but we did let our minds and bodies relax for the next hour or so, and then we were backstage. Even though Dream has shown his face for a year now, it was still one of his first major outings, he had a right to be nervous. Of course, George and I took him through a couple grounding techniques and reassured him of his worth and impact.

Then Parker walked out.

Then Bad, Sylvee, Puffy, Dream, George, Sam, Hannah.

Then Bink, Spreen, Gia.

"I want us to take the time for the last little bit of the panel and say one nice thing about everyone else, say your favorite thing about the other people on these couches, end this with some feel good moments."

The longer they spent, the more my stomach felt a little bit like it was putting itself in a knot. It was really nice, and I was happy for everyone, they deserve it, they all deserve everything. I didn't wanna be out there.

By the end, everyone's eyes were a bit shiny, even George's, and everyone was backstage again. The ones who were on the panel stayed for some group pictures and conversed, when Dream walked over to me standing by the wall away from the crowd.

"All good, Sap?"

I nodded and lightly rubbed my eye with the back of my hand.

"Kinda tired. Kinda hungover."

He smiled sympathetically.

"Wanna head back to the hotel?"

I nodded again, so he got George, we said our see you later's, and left.

Almost as soon as we used the keycard to our room, we all made way to our designated sleeping spots.

"Been a long day, long couple days, actually."

I said while trying to sink as far into the bed as it would let me, Dream and George vehemently agreeing, maybe everything would be fine and I could forget what happened.

"You did such a good job out there, by the way. I know it was pretty nerve wracking. But you did it, and that meant a lot to the fans."

Maybe not.

"You did such a good job today, too, I know that's not easy, especially when it comes to like showing emotions, which I didn't expect."

Definitely not.

I listened to them talk about the panel for a few more minutes, before I turned my face into the pillow and exhaled heavily, apparently causing more of a disturbance than I intended, because Dream and George stopped talking.

"Hey, what's going on, does your head hurt that bad, Nick?"

Damn Dream and his big heart.

"It's fine, sorry."

"Don't worry, we can stop, want me to get you some water or something?"

George too? This wasn't fair.

"I said it's fine."

"I mean, clearly not, let me just---"

"My head isn't the problem, okay?"

I didn't mean to say that so loud. Or come off that way. Or say anything at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm just tired."

I put my head back on the pillow and tried to avoid making eye contact.

"Hey Nick?"

Guess not making eye contact wasn't an option.

"That's not all that's going on, is it?"

I shook my head slow enough for them to hopefully not notice, of course I wasn't that lucky, and they both started over the sit on the edge of my bed.

"The panel was really nice."

"Sap?"

"It was really nice and I wasn't there."

"Sap..."

"It was really nice and everyone was being really nice and you guys were saying really nice things about each other."

"Sapnap."

I looked up at that.

"Sapnap, one day I was this random kid playing Minecraft who met this other random kid playing Minecraft and the stars aligned just right or something and this kid said 'type 123 for Skype team' and that led me to one of my best friends.

And then you moved in and met Patches, and you let me do as much as I could without showing my face, which wasn't a lot, and you could've said 'no this is too much' or something, but you didn't, you stayed by my side the whole time through everything no matter what.

You have never not been by my side to encourage me or keep my anxiety at bay or stop putting up with the things I ask of you or put you through and I couldn't be more grateful to have you here."

The tears that had been pricking at the corners of my eyes after I raised my voice earlier were now small trails racing down and over my cheekbones as Dream finished speaking.

"You got on a plane the second you heard that I wasn't feeling the greatest emotionally even though it scares you.

You picked me up from the airport when I got to the US and were the person to greet me and help me start this new life with you and Dream.

You drive me crazy and I drive you crazy and we have fun and laugh and I can count on you for anything."

George. I think he was replaced by a clone or something. Cause he doesn't talk like this. And I was still crying. I didn't know what to say.

"Hey guys?"

"Yes?"

"I wasn't lying when I said I was tired earlier."

"Come here, dumbass."

We all laughed, Dream hugged me and laid us down together, George following behind, so we could take a a nap, and continue to do this crazy journey called life with each other.

#mcyt #dsmp #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #fanfic #creative writing

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