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nochukoo97 · 10 months

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i will never not think about you

Pairing: Soccer Player!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: req: “May I request something, please? I'd like it to be a JK x reader enemies to lovers fic, when he hears you defending him when someone badmouths about him” alsoo JK PLAYS THE GUITAR HERE for reader 🥺🥺

Word Count: 1.3k+

a/n: this was a request sent to me and i turned out to really like it so i made it a fic to put on my main masterlist HAHAHA ❤️

You and Jungkook were notoriously known for despising each other, he often found ways to pick at you and annoy you, to which you retaliate back twice the amount.

Everytime he would see you, Jungkook always had something irritating to say, the type that would make you roll your eyes at his endless teasing.

But yet Jungkook seemed too perfect for you to find anything to tease him about, he was the school’s star soccer player, had top grades, and he had his values and morals straight. The only downside to this boy was that he could not leave you alone for the life of him.

As much as you “hated” him and envied his perfect conduct, there was this small feeling inside that you constantly pushed away: The sparks you felt in your chest when Jungkook was around you.

You would never let yourself even begin to think about that. It didn’t make sense to you, both you and Jungkook despised each other, so you pushed away those feelings, embarrassed that they had even come about.

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The canteen is bustling with noise and chaos as students walk into the area, rushing to reserve their seats and buying their food.

Luckily for you and Chaeyong, you had been dismissed early from class and managed to get there before the huge crowd appeared.

You listen to the conversations being carried out at the table with Chaeyong and some of her other friends, of which you weren’t too familiar with, but you gave you input here and there, finding their gossip quite hilarious.

“Oh my gosh~” Mina says, “And then she literally- wait shit that’s Jungkook coming this way!” She squeals as you internally cringe at her reaction.

Another thing about Jungkook was that he was popular amongst the girls, which was what you assumed gave him his ego.

“Hi ___” Jungkook sends you a boyish grin as he slides into the empty seat next to you. You frown at him as you also hear Chaeyong’s friends squeal amongst themselves.

“What?” You grumble as you look back at your plate of food, not in the mood to put up with a fight with him.

But you don’t have time to react when Jungkook slides out of the seat, grabbing his tray, but also using his chopsticks to grab a piece of meat from your plate.

“Jeon Jungkook!” You shout as he walks away grinning from ear to ear with his tray, heading to another table where his teammates sat. You groan as Chaeyong attempts to console you.

“___ why do you even bother to interact with him? He’s such a douchebag and I’m pretty sure he’s a dick, I don’t even think he’s that good at soccer and honestly he’s only popular because of his looks, nothing else,” One of Chaeyong’s friends, Jisu, mocks.

You immediately frown at her words, upset at what she had blatantly just said. “First of all, who are you to say that? Jungkook is literally the top player of our school’s soccer team and he obviously has the skill. If he heard you say that I can guarantee he will not be happy,” You say back at her.

Jisu isn’t quite the happiest at your response either, “Well my boyfriend, Chanyeol, can easily pick a fight with him if he dares to do anything, Jungkook won’t stand a chance,” She scoffs, clearly agitated.

“I can tell you one thing, Jungkook will not lose a fight with anyone here, he’s so strong your boyfriend won’t even be able to stand if they got into a fight, don’t try to use you boyfriend to defend yourself because it’ll never work,” And with that you stand up and take your tray to another table, not wanting to be around Jisu anymore.

Little did you know Jungkook had been standing behind the pillar next to your table and listening to every word you had said.

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Fast forward a week later, you find yourself stuck with being partners with guess who? Jeon Jungkook.

Your chemistry teacher must have played a sick prank on you both for pairing the two of you up for a project.

So that’s how you’re currently sitting on the floor of Jungkook’s bedroom, as he furiously types away on his laptop.

“Are you just going to sit there and stare into blank space or actually help me over here?” Jungkook looks up at you from his laptop, frowning slightly.

“You play guitar?” You ignore his question as you point to the guitar sitting on a stand in the corner of his room.

“Yeah, okay now back to the project,” Jungkook hastily replies, pushing your laptop towards you in hopes of getting you back on track.

Instead you frown as you push the laptop back, clearly uninterested in the project at the moment.

“Can you play a song for me?” You softly ask, not recognising your own voice. It was as if your underlying feelings for him had suddenly taken over your consciousness.

Jungkook slightly raises his eyebrow, surprised at your tone and your request but complies, as he puts his laptop aside and walks to get the guitar.

“What song do you want me to play?” Jungkook asks, after he expertly tunes the guitar.

“Never Not by Lauv, that’s my favourite,” You giggle as Jungkook playfully rolls his eyes, knowing that he’s heard the same song so many times before.

When Jungkook starts to strum and sing the song, you begin to gaze at him with admiration, heart thumping loudly in your chest as you listen to his honey-like voice ring throughout the room.

And when he finishes, your eyes light up as you praise him, “Oh my gosh that was so good Gguk, thank god you’re at least good at one thing,” You tease him towards the end, not noticing the pet name slipping out of your mouth.

Jungkook looks at you in amusement, not commenting how your “Gguk” made his heart almost explode in his chest.

“I’m pretty good at other things you know, Miss ‘Jungkook is good at soccer and he can beat your boyfriend up’ ” Jungkook laughs, seeing your shocked face.

“I- How- Wait! How do you-” You stutter through words as your jaw drops, “And that’s not what I said anyways!” You whine as you slap his arm.

“Well I just rephrased whatever you said because it seemed like you had a lot of good things to say about me,” Jungkook smirks at you as he puts down the guitar and walks towards your seated figure.

He approaches you and closes the gap between you two, causing you to panic and inch back further, only to be restricted by his bed behind you.

Now the only thing you could feel was Jungkook’s bed frame against your back and his whispering in your ear,

“Didn’t know Miss ‘I hate Jungkook’ loved me so much, hmm?” His breath hits your ear as he whispers, your cheeks turning to a horrible shade of red, breathing staggered.

Jungkook pulls back to stare at your reaction, but you can’t bring yourself to even look at him, letting your gaze fall to your fidgeting hands on your lap.

But the boy has other plans, when he lifts your chin with his fingers, connecting your lips together as you gasp at the sudden move.

“Relax baby,” Jungkook mumbles through the kiss, taking your hands and bringing them up to wrap around his neck.

You slowly began to relax into the kiss, unable to process how unimaginable this was.

When Jungkook breaks away from the kiss, you both look at each other, slightly panting.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Jungkook coos as he laughs when you frown and slap his chest.

“Okay now sit here,” He pats the ground next to him, “I need to teach my girlfriend how to play my guitar”

#jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #bts #bts ff #bts fic #jungkook angst #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenario #jungkook x you

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simplepotatofarmer · 4 months

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This is something I was wondering for a while, but where does that entire claim about Dream being a cult leader come from because to me all I see is that there’s a guy who is extremely popular who got a bunch of fans and stans around him. like yes, there are certainly some crazy people like any other fandom, but one can make the same argument for some of the other Minecraft players, or even some celebrities and I don’t see people call them cult leaders all the time (even when they do, it seem as ridiculous!)

I think the reason why I’m saying that is because maybe I’m a bit biased because I listen to a bunch of true crime and I hear about how cult leaders act and then I just look at what I see and now I saw it it was just how the fans reacted to their favorite creators and I just think man that’s not being a cult leader that’s just being a creator on the Internet. Could you explain where that accusation come from and why?

it took me a moment to realize you weren't talking about the character.

but the accusation comes from people who just really hate dream and his fans and have a desire to feel morally superior about it and if you say 'this fandom is basically a cult' well then, it certainly sounds bad! and it certainly makes you look better when you're deeply hostile to anyone who likes him.

in the end, the whole thing comes down to the same thing: they hate dream. they hate his fans. they want an excuse to do so because if they just bully and harass him and his fans for being cringe, they've lost the moral high ground, yeah?

and the cult thing is extra insidious because one it's severely downplaying what a cult is while putting in place an excuse to never believe anything a dream fan says or have to examine their biases and the lies told about dream. so it doesn't matter if dream proves his innocence or apologizes for his past mistakes, when his fans bring that up, they're just crazy cultish fans who can't accept the truth! if fans (like myself) speak out about the mass harassment faced, we're lying at best or deserve it at worst.

because you're right: there are shitty dream fans who have done things i deeply disagree with but everything people accuse dream and his fans of can be found in other fandoms as well. good and negative.

but it's never been about the truth, it's always about what they can say, what words they can apply to him and the fans, to justify the way they act towards him and the fans.

#loyal answers things #dreamwastaken #discourse #i mean. just look at posts talking about killing him or saying terrible things about the fans #they're just bullies and they use all the excuses they can get #the cult one is particularly ignorant because they're just planning for their own echo chamber tbh #fandom critical

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haikyuuthots · 3 months

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Love to hate you. Pt. 1 - T. Oikawa

Pairing: Reader x T. Oikawa

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: like 3 curse words. They’re mean.

Synopsis: You never thought being paired with the boy you disliked the most for a project would end up like this.

A/n: omg long time no see!! I haven’t written in ages, I hope this is good. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow!!! Enjoy reading 🫶🏼 (s/o to everyone who has kept this blog alive, I’m writing for u ❤️)

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It had been a good morning. The sky was clear and birds were singing, you had a nice breakfast, and your first two classes weren’t a drag. So why did it have to all be ruined by this.

30 minutes left into your Cultural relations class your professor announced there’d be a project due half your grade. To make matters worse, it’d be a partnered project. You hated doing those, somehow you always ended up doing all the work anyway.

Lost in your train of thought you’re brought back to reality when you hear your professor call your name.

“And y/n. You’ll be paired with Tooru Oikawa.”

You mentally groaned. Oikawa, of course you knew who he was, everyone knew who he was. He was in the college volleyball team, and quite popular around campus. Of all the people in the entire classroom, you could easily say he was the person you disliked the most. He seemed arrogant and full of himself, there were always talks about him being a womanizer, being with girl after girl. Literally, the blueprint of a womanizer heartbreaker. You couldn’t believe your luck of course you’d have to do a project with the person you disliked the most.

“So now that, we have the partner’s established, I’d like you all to use the remaining time of the class to begin arranging how you’ll work together.” Your professor announces.

You sighed at your current situation, you really didn’t want to work with this guy. Nevertheless, you had to do what you were required to. Walking over to Oikawa you notice he’s on his phone completely disinterested in the professor’s request, rolling your eyes you take in a deep breathe and begin talking

“Hi, I’m y/n and I guess we’re working together.” You force a small smile.

Oikawa looks up, and the first thing he notices is your smile, she’s pretty he thinks to himself.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Oikawa Tooru” He reciprocates with a smile except his seems a lot more flirtatious.

“Okay so I think the first thing we should do, is figure out when and where we’ll start working on this.”

“wherever you want beautiful, I’m all ears.” He shoots you another smile, as an obvious attempt to flirt.

You cringe at the pet name, just as you expected. He’s arrogant.

“Don't try to seduce me. It won’t work.” You reply with an unpleasant look

He looks back at you a bit surprised at your reaction. He scoffs uncomfortably “sure. Sorry about it.” His apology seems insincere

“Cool. Let’s meet up at 4 in the library, we’ll talk more there.”

As you’re getting ready to return to your seat you’re stopped by Oikawas voice

“Wait, shouldn’t you give me your number or something?”

“And why would you need my number?” You reply with a small irritated tone.

He rolls his eyes at your irritation “Relax, I’m not flirting with you. Just in case something comes up, we are working on a project together now.”

You mentally groan before leaning over to insert your number on his phone, while he inserts his on yours

“Cool so I’ll see you later.”

You don’t respond, you simply turn back and walk to your seat, just hoping to get away from him as soon as possible.

You were seated at one of the empty tables, waiting on your partner to arrive, 3 minutes past 4 you’re joined by Oikawa.

“hey whats up.”

“hey.” You say dryly. “So I was thinking, theres no need for you to help me with this, I can do all the work and you can just put your name on it.”

Oikawa is taken aback by your words. A bit offended he asks

“Why? We need to both do the work, think I cant do it or something?”

“No, I just thought it’d be easier, for both of us.”

“What do you mean? I don’t have any problem with this, but its obvious you do. Do you hate me that much?”

“hate you? I don't hate you, I don't even know you.” You say a bit taken aback by his sudden outburst, you didn’t mean any harm by your statement.

“Exactly, you don't know me. So don't act like Im the type of person to slack off my work.” He states, very obviously irritated.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you, I take it back. Let’s just figure out what we’ll do then.”

If things were awkward before, this interaction made things even more awkward. Now, you both had a mutual dislike toward each other. You disliked Oikawa because you thought he was full of himself and a womanizer and he disliked you because he thought you were a bratty know it all.

The first couple of days, you’d meet up and only strictly talk about the project and what work you both had to do. Never initiated any other conversation, neither seemed interested in knowing the other. After a week, Oikawa began to feel bad about the unnecessary tension in the room, so he decided it’d be best to try to be as friendly to you as possible. Walking into the library as he usually does, he notices you and says hello, this time in attempts to be nice to you he gives you a compliment.

“You look really pretty today.” He says with a genuine smile.

You look up towards him and give him a sly look of irritation, why does this guy keep on trying to flirt with you? That was so unnecessary.

“Thanks.” You reply dryly gazing down at the laptop again to avoid further conversation

But this only irritates Oikawa.

“You must not get male attention.” He says a bit condescending

You look up to him in complete disbelief, “What?” You say, anger slowly peeking in.

“You don’t know how to respond to a compliment. So many girls have replied to my compliments so cutely. Excitedly even.” He states.

You let out a big laugh, not believing the ridiculous words that were leaving his mouth. “Are you serious? What?because I don't like you , all of a sudden you're assuming shit? Ever think about the fact that not every girl in the world is gonna be on their hands and knees for you?”

Oikawa is caught in complete shock, listening to your response he realizes how stupid his comment was. Even though he was a bit overconfident and arrogant, he was still a sweet person, who never had ill intentions toward anyone.

In complete embarrassment, he hid his face into his hands, apologizing immediately

“Im so sorry. I didn’t realize how dumb that sounded.”

You’re caught off guard by his sudden genuine apology. You never thought of Oikawa as a person who was capable of sincere feelings.

“It’s fine. You really shouldn’t go around saying things like that. People are gonna think you’re a conceited prick.”

Oikawa looks up to you. You’re not holding any eye contact with him, only staring at your laptop screen as you continue typing

“is that what you think of me?” You hear him say.

You’re caught off guard by his sudden question. Silence fills the room for a second before he breaks it again.

“Be honest. Is it?”

“I don't think about you. But i’ll admit I’ve heard what they say about you and truthfully I believe it.” You reply honestly.

“I hate that. When people talk, when people think they know who I am or what I think. It’s annoying.”

You stare at him as he speaks and for the first time ever his aura has changed. Seeming a bit more vulnerable.

“You disliked me before we even spoke. Your biased was formed.” He continues, he seemed almost disappointed, almost as if this has happened before.

You felt a bit guilty as you listened to him speak. You were seeing a side of Oikawa you never knew existed

“I didn’t mean to come off that way. Sorry. It’s just the compliments and stuff seemed very insincere. I have a hard time trusting people when they seem non genuine it throws me off. I never know if they’re nice to me because they mean it or because they want something from me.” You respond, your gaze avoiding his eyes as you shyly admit.

His eyes soften a bit as he listens to you speak, “well I guess I don’t make it any easier to believe otherwise by the way I act.” He chuckles out “I’m just used to putting up this act, I kind of have to.”

You slightly laugh at his confession “ well I’d say this version of you is a bit more likeable.”

He looks at you and slightly laughs at your statement “either way I’d like to apologize, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I won’t do it again.” He says genuinely.

You can tell he means it. You smile softly “apology accepted.”

After that day in the library, everything seemed to change between you guys. You began to feel more comfortable around Oikawa, and didn’t give him a cold shoulder anymore, you were nicer and began seeing him as a friend. He, enjoyed your change of character towards him.

Towards the end of the project due date, you guys began hanging out more outside of school, becoming closer friends as time passed by. You saw a side of Oikawa that others didn’t really get to see, the one who buys you food all the time or gives you his umbrella when it’s pouring rain out and you forgot yours. You liked that side of his, the goofy, sensitive and smart side others didn’t know about because he always put up a strong facade. And Oikawa got to see the vulnerable side of you, he got to witness how incredibly talented and passionate you were for anything you set your mind to. He admired you.

The day you shared your first kiss was like no other. After finishing dinner at your favorite diner, Oikawa drove you home. He looked at you one last time as he walked you to your door. Maybe it was the lighting of the thousands of stars that were out that night but you looked so very beautiful, he couldn't help but stare in awe. As he looked down at you, a giddy smile on his face he asked “can I kiss you?”

A bit shy you look up at him with a similar gaze and only nod a yes.

Your lips connected and it felt electric. The kiss being so soft and gentle. You were happy, you liked him and he liked you.

It’s been days since then, and although there was no official title you had no doubts about your feelings. Today was Oikawas game and you promised him you’d be there. As you’re finishing getting ready you’re talking to your friend whose in the room with you.

“I’m telling you, i really like him. He makes me feel so special.” You admit with a big smile on your face

Your friend smiles “and to think you guys hated each others guts once upon a time.”

You laugh at the memory “never would’ve thought we’d be here.”

You guys continue laughing a bit until your friends smile drops, she’s been scrolling on instagram and saw something that made her audibly gasp.

You look over to her a bit confused “what’s wrong?” You ask

She looks at you with a worried expression “y/n I can’t believe this.”

You walk over to her, still very confused of her sudden change in demeanor, and take her phone

“What are you-“ your heart drops as you stare at the screen, not even able to finish your sentence.

On the screen was a picture of a girl, kissing a boy who just happened to be Oikawa. Description reading “good luck on your game, let’s go team!”

You were in disbelief. What was this?

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu blog #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu! x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa headcanons #oikawa x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu boys #haikyuu blurb

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devilsjacket · 1 year

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opinions/ headcannons on the idea of wilhelm with another boy that’s also really in the spotlight and like has famous parents or somethin? idk, you don’t have to do this, have a lovely day <3 🫶🏻

I love this idea anon! Thank you for taking the time to request and I hope you like it!

Wilhelm x famous!reader headcanons

warning(s): n/a

You were quite popular at Hillerska, your family was well known for their riches and snobbery however people were surprised that you weren’t the same

You were kind and respectful, not making fun of anyone lesser than you

Wille took a liking to you more so than August, someone you spoke regularly to, or well it was more like he bothered you as opposed to you willingly talking to him.

You were always interested in Wilhelm, you had seen him on tv and thought he was pretty alright

Wille was the one who had initiated your conversation whilst you two had breakfast

“Hi, I uh, I’m Wille” Wilhelm awkwardly smiled as he watched you play with your food, not looking interested in it. You looked at him brush some hair from his face and smiled “ah, I know, I’m Y/n”

The conversation went pretty smoothly and you both ended up talking about things you liked, Wille found out you liked to playing games, something he hasn’t done before

“You’ve not played video games?! Not even one?!” You stared at him as if he had just said something outrageous; blasphemous even. Wille just shrugged and shook his head.

That’s how you two ended up in your dorm playing call of duty for the last hour, accidentally missing rowing practice and earning a harsh scold from August

You and Wille only grew closer, sneaking off school grounds to wander around Bjärstad, an area you both never saw much of.

Girls came up to you two and you politely took a few pictures with them, they tried to get Wilhelm to do so as well but you said he wasn’t in the mood after noticing his nervousness. He thanked you for that.

When you two got back to Hillerska, sneaking in through the open window to your dorm that’s when you both could feel a tightness in your chests. It was weird but- a good weird you know? You had offered Wille to stay and hang out for longer which he accepted a little too quickly.

“Cool- uh the bed is a bit small but we could both fit if we-” you tilted your head whilst looking at your bed “if we squeeze together I guess” you shrugged kicking off your shoes and not seeing the redness of Wille’s face due to the dark.

It was a nice sleep you two had, both cuddling, warm skin touching and sending shocks through both of you. Wille had rested his head on your chest mumbling something incoherent before falling into a peaceful sleep.

When it was morning Wille was already awake, fingertips tracing the faint abs on your stomach that became more apparent when you exhaled, he got all embarrassed when he saw you smiling, eyes slowly opening and meeting the morning sun that peeked through the curtains.

“Morning” you whispered cringing as your breath met with your nose, you hated morning breath. Wilhelm smiled and propped himself up on his elbow “good morning”

You moved your head groaning lightly, yeah Wille’s morning breath was worse “god your breath stinks!” You half laughed as your nose wrinkled. Wille only hummed and as soon as your head turned back, blew into your face, his disgusting breath burning your nostrils.

You gaged and wrestled with him until you landed between his legs, hand over his mouth to prevent his breath from attacking you again.

Upon realising your position you both turned red and you slowly moved your hand, despite his horrible breath you felt like kissing Wilhelm, nose brushing against his when you leaned closer.

But before you could there was a knock at your door, it was Alexander letting you both know what the time was, you looked over your shoulder and yelled a thanks hearing his footsteps fade into the distance afterwards.

You rolled off Wille and watched him lean over to you for a kiss but you dodged making him confused “brush your teeth first then kiss me” you said smiling, he nodded and rushed to his own dorm as if he was in a mission.

You in the meantime got ready and brushed your own teeth, making sure it was minty fresh for when Wille came back.

You and Wille had sorted out your relationship after a long afternoon of making out and softly touching each others flushed skin. You decided upon taking things slow, keeping it under wraps until Wille was ready to go public

Now in a relationship you needed to shake off the girls that wouldn’t stop asking you out, they knew what their answer would be but they still tried and tired.

There were lots of perks to yours and Wille’s relationship, one being that due to your popularity you could understand where he was coming from with his anxiety and stuff.

You knew how to calm him down and comfort him in the way he wanted, physical touch was an important thing to Wilhelm so you knew holding him would help a lot

And if you ever got anxious due to all the popularity Wille would be more than happy to push those people away and hold your hand to keep you grounded, even in public.

A/n: Should I make a part two since there’s a lot more I can write on this!

#male reader #male y/n #x male reader #male reader smut #smut #male yn #prince wilhelm x male reader #wilhelm yr #young royals x male reader #young royals x reader #Wilhelm x male reader #prince wilhelm #young royals

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year

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Time Stops When You Leave

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Civillian!eader Characters: Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Civillian!reader, Reader’s friends (Sammy, Danielle, and Cassie), Javy “Coyote” Machado, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Penny Benjamin, Tiny the bartender Warnings: Drinking, ditching friends for dick, ubering bc responsible adults, no drinking and driving, Jake’s got a crush on the reader, Javy may or may not have a crush on one of the reader’s friends, Bob isn’t a good liar but tried his best, drunk friends’ equal horny people, mama bear Penny mode activated Word Count: 1,977

**Don’t drink and drive kids

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You sigh, staring into your drink, using the straw to stir the ice around and around. So much for a fun night out with friends.

You partially blame yourself for thinking that they’d stay with you and not wonder off in search of a “overnight bed buddy”.

So, here you are, once again… sitting alone.

Sure, things could be worse but you’re alone in the most popular bar on the beach.

Oh, seems like you spoke too soon because another wave of people just entered the bar.

You debate on leaving now or waiting until all your friends are gone. You look around the room, seeing the crowd of people swarm every corner of the bar they could.

The bartender slash owner of the bar stands in front of you once more, staring at you with a pitiful look. “I know.”

“I didn’t say anything,” she starts.

“You didn’t have to. I’m pathetic.” You drop your head, hitting the bar top harder than you thought you would.

Javy looks up after taking his shot in their friendly game of pool only to find his friend staring off to the side. He furrows his brows staring in the same direction to see you basically slamming your head against the bar. “Something you want to tell me?”

Jake turns to face him. “Huh?”

“Someone catch your eye?”

“What?”

He scoffs, “no.”

“Wait- isn’t that the girl who comes by every Friday with her friends that wind up ditching her?”

“Why do you know so much about that?”

Javy purses his lips, scratching his head. “Hey, isn’t that your turn?”

“Yes, but don’t think you’re getting out of this easily.”

You whine, rubbing the sore spot of your forehead. “Reminder to self, don’t do that.”

“You, okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Would it help if I got you another drink and a bag of ice for your forehead?”

You narrow your eyes at her, “no.”

“Okay,” she says, extending the word, “here’s your drink.”

“Thanks.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? Do you want me to call you sweetheart cab or an uber?”

You shake your head, “no, seriously. It’s okay. I’m gonna drink this last drink before I switch to water and then head home.”

“If, you’re sure. I’ve gotta-”

You nod, waving her off, “have fun doing your job. I’m gonna still be here, drinking the night away.” And you’re left alone again, great just… great. You pull out your phone and ditch the idea of checking your social media apps and go straight for the games folder, that manages to kill about forty minutes before you’re bored again.

Maybe going to the juke box is a good idea.

You push yourself off the stool, steadying yourself when you feel the blood rushing to your head after standing up too quickly. “Wow, major head rush,” you mumble to yourself, grabbing everything plus your water.

Now’s the time to decide what song to put on, maybe something a lot of the patrons hear would know because you noticed how the crowd mainly consists of younger people.

When did choosing a song become so hard?

“I would definitely steer clear of the newer songs.”

You freeze, not realizing someone had come to stand beside you. “Why is… that?” You mentally cringe at the pace you spoke, still not turning to face him.

“The people who come here prefer the classics.”

You turn to see a familiar face, you just- you can’t figure out why he’s familiar. “And who would that include? You perhaps?” Seems like those drinks are still working their way through you.

“Of course. Why else would I come over to talk to a pretty lady like yourself? I mean besides getting the chance to get to know the girl who’s ditched by her friends’ every time she comes in.”

“I want to ask how you know that but it’s obvious to anyone who’s here every Friday what happens.”

“Is it every Friday? You know, I- I never really noticed that.”

“You’re lying but it's okay.” You glance back down at the juke box and click on an oldie but a goodie like he had suggested, letting the familiar tune echo throughout the bar.

A smile tugging at the corner of his lips at the beat, it’s the same song your friends play whenever they get to the machine. Now he knows who the mastermind is behind the music, and he likes it. This just means he’s got to show you more and expand your music knowledge.

“So, you’re the reason your girls choose to play this one.”

You shake your head, “no.”

He chuckles, “and I don’t believe you. I think you get it into their heads that they need to play this any time they walk by.”

You scoff, “you’re rude besides when would I have the time to do that.”

He shrugs, “they’re your friends.”

“Brilliant, no kidding.”

He chuckles. “Looks like someone has an attitude. How many drinks have you had?”

“Just enough to let me relax for a minute before I go home.”

“Leaving so soon?” He asks, hoping he doesn’t sound like an idiot.

“Not until all of them have left. I can’t leave my friends here if they’re completely shit faced and can’t get themselves an uber.”

He nods, glancing down at his half drunken glass. “How much longer are you going to be here for then?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, not much longer I imagine.”

The conversation dies there.

One of your remaining friends waves you over.

“Sorry. My friend is calling me over.”

He moves out of the way, letting you pass by unable to watch you go, feeling like he’s already lost you... even though he never quite had you.

You stop in front of the table, taking note of how drunk, Sammy is. “You okay?”

“Oh,” she pouts. “I was waving to the cutie at the piano over there. Again,” she snickers.

You purse your lips.

“Hey, sorry it took me so long. I-” He stops talking, noticing your now here. “Oh- uh- well, your friend is here now. I guess- uh- I guess you do have a ride home now.” He lowers his head, staring at the floor while he adjusts his glasses.

Sammy takes a step forward, tripping over her foot, crashing into the polite and shy navy fellow. She giggles when she realizes that she’s in his arms. “Looks like I feel for you.”

He nervously chuckles.

“Oh,” she turns back to you, saying your name to “get your attention”. “You can go home now. Danielle has a date like right now and Cassie is on her way home to spend the rest of her night with her girlfriend, and I have Bobby boo,” she boops his nose. “To keep me company.”

“Are you sure you can handle her?” You ask him.

He nods, “I’ve had to carry the guy you were talking to, onto base while he babbled on about yo-” He stops realizing what he almost said. “Yosemite.” He blinks once, “we’re going now. I’ll make sure she texts you later.”

You watch as the two leave, knowing that the guy Sammy’s with is a good one and that he’ll still be over tomorrow morning, just like how he has been for the last few months they’ve had their little “arrangement”.

You shake your head, pulling out your phone to text the others that Sammy’s found her not official boyfriend.

Looks like it’s time to go home and not just because you’re the last one here.

You walk over towards the bar and pay for your bar tabs, thanking the gods above that they venmoed you a few days ago so you actually could pay the tabs without needing to go into your savings. “See you next Friday, Penny?”

“So, you do know my name.”

“After finally realizing that people were shouting Penny for some reason, yeah.”

“Are you sure you’re okay to go home?”

You nod, “yep. I’ve been drinking water for a while now and I’m gonna uber home.”

“So, you didn’t drive here?”

“Nope. We all ubered knowing we’d have a few drinks and wanted to be safe.”

“Good. You can wait here, and I’ll send one of the bartenders out with you since it's dark.”

“You got it, Peggy Sue.”

“You just learned my name.”

“And I’m giving you a new nickname in return.”

She shakes her head, moving over to the side, taking care of the other waiting patrons.

You don’t think much else about the pretty blond who chatted with you by the juke box as you wait till it’s time to leave.

You stand outside making small chitchat with the Tiny, learning how he has a little one on the way and decided to wait on finding out the sex of the babies.

“Oh my gosh. Twins?”

He nods, fighting the urge to smile but failing as the corner of his lips tug upwards. “Just found out a week ago. I still can’t believe it, but my wife says she had a “feeling” for the last few weeks.”

“That’s amazing. Do you have any names in mind?”

“We have a list for boys and girls but were still trying to limit it down to five each.”

“Okay. And how many do you have so far?”

“Too many to count.”

You chuckle. “Oh, it’s- uh- it’s okay. When the time comes, you’ll choose the right names.”

The door slams open and you two turn.

The blond from earlier pauses when he realizes you’re still here. “Tiny,” he nods once as a hello gesture. “I can- I can stay out here with her.”

The soon to be father narrows his eyes at the lieutenant and takes a step forward. “I’m gonna be right inside, barely ten feet from the door.”

“Yeah, yeah. You know me. I’m the person who tosses people out not the other way around.”

Tiny waves him off and heads back into the bar.

“What brought you out here?” He smiles, standing taller than he did stepping through the door.

“I’m glad you asked.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “Could I- I wanted to ask for your number before you left.”

“You ran out here just to get my number?”

“Uh,” he thinks back to the beginning of the night and where you two are now. “Yeah, that’s exactly what happened.”

“I’m gonna pretend that I’m giving you my number because I’ve had a few drinks and not just because I happen to like what I see.”

The corners of his lips tugs upwards, “I wouldn’t entirely be upset with that.”

“Good, now gimmie your phone so I can text me.”

He hands it over without any issues.

You quickly return the phone to him and just in time as a car’s headlights shine against the wall. “Looks like you ran out here just in time.”

“Guess, I did.” He walks you to the car, opening the door for you. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

You nod, feeling a little risky you wave him closer and kiss his cheek. “Prepare for my text, Bagman.”

The smile falls from his face. “Wait- you know about that?”

“I know more than you realize. Bye.”

He watches as the car drives away and wonders what else you may know.

As soon as you make it home, you quickly change your clothes and lay in bed.

You grab your phone and text him.

Cute Drunk

Made it home Sent Read 1:17am

Bagman

Good... you have enough energy for a call? Sent Read 1:18am

Cute Drunk calling...

“Hey.”

“I was joking about how much I know by the way.”

He sucks ai in through his teeth, “why do I not believe you?”

You scoff, “how dare you say such a thing.”

“Am I wrong?”

Next up: Part II

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flufflebuns · 11 months

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You teeth grazed your nails as your eyes darted all over the paper in front of you. Would he like this? Would he like you?

Just the thought of him sent your heart into a flurry. Childe, as he liked to call himself, was quite literally the most popular boy in school. You were nothing more than an ordinary student, just another drop in the ocean. And yet here you were, foolishly hoping there was some chance the school’s idol would fall for you.

You sighed as you shook your head. “What am I thinking? Is this even a good idea?”

But you had to try. Maybe, just maybe, if the Gods were in your favor, you had a chance. If this was the case, you had to go through with this. You wanted to life the rest of your school life without regret.

A small smile graced your lips as your pencil danced across the paper. All of your deepest, heartfelt feelings poured out in front of you. When you were finally done, you carefully placed the letter in an envelope and slipped it into your bag.

The following morning was followed with a burst of anxiety. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest. You couldn’t wait. You hurriedly slipped on your shoes and went off on your way to school.

As you went inside, you spotted Childe in a corner with his friends, laughing and talking as he always was. He looked so bright and happy. He was a radiant light. As much as you admired him, you also felt a twinge of envy. Maybe if you could be as cheerful as he was, would your life have been different? You doubt you could ever have a personality as attractive as his. He was the life of the party, someone that everyone wants to be around. You could never be him.

You took a deep breath. “OK, Y/N, calm down. You got this. Just act cool.”

You took a confident stride forward. You were standing right in front of him, but Childe hadn’t noticed you. It was one of his friends that stepped up.

“Hey, do you need anything?”

They all looked at you strangely. It’s almost as if their eyes were looking you up and down, confused that someone like you felt the right to talk to them. Childe, however, was different. His vivid eyes darted towards you, waiting curiously for what you were about to say.

You gulped, eyes running to stare at your feet. Your thumbs pressed firmly on the letter in you hand. “I...have-”

Before you could finish, the boy standing to your right snatched the letter right out of your hands. You gasped.

“What is this? A love letter?” The boy carelessly ripped open the envelope and held the letter high up. You cringed as he read each line, he and his friends mocking you every second. You could feel the pressure of tears threatening to fall as your eyes glistened. Your fists curled tightly. You had to keep it together. You would never forgive yourself for being humiliated any further in front of Childe and his friends.

When the letter was finished, everyone was looking at Childe to see his reaction. Your eyes darted up anxiously. Would he still accept you, even after what has happened?

You flinched when Childe erupted in a fit of laughter. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye before saying, “I-I’m sorry, Y/N, it’s just hard to take this kind of thing seriously. You’re not pranking me, are you?”

“N-no,” you said timidly as your voice shrinked.

“If you haven’t noticed, we have completely different lives. I don’t know what made you think a lowlife like you had a chance with me.”

You couldn’t hear their continued laughter. All you could hear was Childe’s words echoed and echoed again. Your hand rapidly shot up to flick away your tears before they fell down. You would never cry in front of Childe.

You didn’t care where you were going, you just had to get out of there. You wouldn’t embarrass yourself any further. You furiously hit the side of your head. “Why did I ever think that was a good idea? I can never show my face in front of him again!”

You should have been content with being another one of his admirers. Instead, you just had to be selfish. And this is what you get.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin imagines #childe #tartaglia #childe x reader #genshin blurbs #childe x you #angst #genshin angst #genshin au #fanfic #fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin school au #childe x y/n

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yesdevineruler · 2 years

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eddie munson audio p♡rn

minors DNI!

hi my loves ! i am so sorry this took so long to get out , i’ve had a lot going on lately !! but here it is you horny fucks !! ily <3

p.s not all of these will sound like him but i tried my best… use ur imaginations💗

p.s.s some of these are very cringe… bare with me lovers :((( !!!

dom eddie

popular good girl reader goes over to buy drugs from eddie and he puts your whore self in your place !

bimbo listener keeps interrupting eddie while he tries to speak , he punishes u for it !

eddie reads your diary !! he does to u all the things you write about !

eddie ruining your makeup with his cock.

you make eds wait too long and he’s not happy ! this guy kinda sounds british sometimes idk lmao .

punishing u for being bad

dungeon master fks u after a game

Eddie can’t be gentle this time

fem dom listener but then u push him too far! dom eddie insues

Sweetheart eddie eats u out

punishing u for getting off without him

msub to mdom (tip ignore the teacher assistant thing imagine this is during a dnd game bc HOTT)

Eddie learning how to dom

Jealous and gentle eddie

bratty listener

dungeon master eddie (THIS ONE IS MY FAVOURITE)

masturbation instructions !!

sub eddie

Eeddggiiinggg

pegging him while he’s tied up

neeedddyyy eeedddsss

nervous boy 🫶

vanilla to msub , he’s nervous to tell u he wants to sub ( i rlly like this one even as someone who doesn’t like sub eddie :0 this is SO cute )

more nervous to sub cute stuff

feminisation and pegging

giving switch eddie a taste of his own dom medicine

domming insecure switch eddie

begging mommy listener to let him cum

idk wether to put them in d or s lol

Virgin ! Eddie with a big cock

teaching him how to dirty taaalllkk !

solo eddie

jerking off w moans

more jerking off w moans

fcking his fleshlight (u all know i’m a bitch for fleshlight)

going to eddie’s for a drug deal but hearing thiiisss outside the van so u listen ( i luv this one )

#eddie munson #smut #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson masterlist #audio p #stranger things masterlist #stranger things smut

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mdhwrites · 11 months

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The Take On The Owl House I Hate the Most

Kind of because I see it WAY too easily. I probably wouldn’t actually make a blog about this because I could see it landing me in hot water but... Well, I keep talking TOH not liking the fact that it’s a kid’s show, that it’s a fantasy show, etc. like that. It doesn’t like comedy of kid’s shows, it doesn’t like the moralizing, Dana explicitly chose Disney because they would give her 22 minute time slots unlike other kid’s shows right now. It does create a show that feels different but also feels like it’s not wearing the skin it wants to be wearing.

That’s not the take though. That’s all stuff I happily agree with and have talked about in the past. No, this take is one I wish I agreed with less but that the show possibly supports and I REALLY wish it didn’t at ALL. The show wants to be a CW-esque, teenage/adult oriented, drama. And if it were... Luz would be wanting to fuck Eda.

Now normally I would hear someone pitch me this and go “Okay, you can go do your edgy AU. Have fun.” I’m not interested but fandom will do as fandom does. It only makes me cringe and recoil into myself because... How else do you explain the complete and total worship and obsession over Eda that Luz has? The first episode explicitly makes it clear that if Luz doesn’t want to do something, she won’t. In fact, the first THREE episodes, all reinforce that. Someone tells her to do something mundane and she goes off to have her own adventure. To have her own fantasy. Meanwhile, Eda is CONSTANTLY shitting on her and belittling that fantasy and that doesn’t really stop until post Once Upon a Swap. EIGHT EPISODES IN. And Luz and Eda have ONE more episode that has them together in a major way, Adventure in the Elements, after that for the entire season. That is the basis for Luz deciding to throw away her mom and not only go save Eda but destroy the portal. That’s not who Luz is, even in S1. She is too self interested in her own fantasy. It’s part of the problem with the Found Family as I’ve discussed before.

So this raises the reasonable question of, if Luz doesn’t find Eda’s normal work interesting, won’t listen to her, isn’t getting properly taught and barely has anything to do around the house, why does she stick around? Well... In episode four, we get this.

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And that comment isn’t really new for the show. Eda’s attractiveness is just a blatant fact. She is made out not only to be attractive, but sexually attractive, MULTIPLE TIMES in at least the first season. Her looks get more attention, including by Luz, than AMITY, who is easily the next character who’s looks are even mentioned or glorified. In fact, her being on the market is a topic that crops up more than once in the series. Hell, it’s one of the first things we know about her, that people want to fuck her, as it’s in the fucking pilot. Warden Wrath finds her SO ALLURING as to drop his job to get a DATE with her.

And yes, Raine exists. Does Raine make sense with how Eda is portrayed in the first season, as someone who is happily on the market but also tired of how many assholes she meets on it? No. Admittedly, Eda’s relationship with... Relationships doesn’t make a lot of sense in general but she absolutely doesn’t feel like a character who is mourning the loss of their soulmate, which is absolutely how the show tries to portray it in S2.

She feels a lot more like she fucks around and finds out a lot of guys are assholes. There’s a reason why it was REALLY popular to ship Gruncle Stan and her when S1 was all that was out.

Worse yet, if you want to say Amity proves Luz isn’t into older women or the like, we get this chestnut from fucking First Day.

“And maybe meet a hot, yet vulnerable, upperclassmen.”

There’s... A lot of problems with this line but it also would fit WAY better in, you know... A CW drama and not a kid’s show. Especially from your MAIN FUCKING CHARACTER. She CANONICALLY, because TOH doesn’t think about its jokes WHATSOEVER, has unhealthy, fucked up relationship fantasies. Especially with school. After all, if it was to make them better, she could have said angsty, hurt, troubled, etc. But it’s VULNERABLE. Vulnerabilities are explicitly to be TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF.

*eye twitch*

Now, I do want to say that Eda did take her in and gave her a chance. Luz doesn’t do well with that chance, it’s less than one episode before she tells Eda to shove it for not thinking she’s not special enough, but you can maybe make a case there. She also gets with Amity. So if you wanted to, I dunno, prove that Luz was written in a way that made her seem more interested/cared about Amity more than Eda, especially since S1 does not earn that sort of interest, are there examples of that?

*dead eye stares the camera*

“Don’t you want to go save your girlfriend?” “I do but I’d rather be here and be prepared for if you guys need help.” This is from Clouds on the Horizon. Admittedly, her fear is warranted... But she literally would rather do NOTHING in order to support Eda, because she is explicitly not a part of this plan, than go help unstick her girlfriend. This is also the episode where Luz blatantly ignored Odalia threatening Lumity’s existence so that she can focus on saving the white boy there and get into a position that better, you know, helps. Eda. With the specific motivation that Eda is in trouble, despite the fact that she hasn’t made a plan for how they’re not all about to DIE! Like if Alador didn’t step in, Luz’s plan didn’t mean SHIT. At least Amity was actually dealing with the current problem while Luz was only focused on “Eda is in trouble. I need a way that gets me to Eda.” I personally vouch that the fact that it saved Hunter was tangential as Gus is MORE than powerful enough to make Hunter disappear and replace him with a clone and that’s an even less complex plan than what Luz made up on the fly.

Don’t like that? How about her desperate need for Eda’s approval, to be seen as a peer of hers, STILL, instead of being willing to talk to her, in Titan Where Art Thou? Or that Luz specifically needs to make sure Eda is okay in King’s Tide while her friends, who do not know the human realm or have connections there, are being forced through a portal? Including her girlfriend. How about the simple fact that Luz is WAY more honest with Eda than she literally ever is with Amity?

It’s all just REALLY awkward. But in the context of a CW show, it’s still not good writing, but it’s in line with those absurdities WAY more than with a kid’s shows absurdities. In fact... That’s kind of true in general for TOH. Having the twist that a relative ruined your life because you were better than them and they only became successful because of that choice? That’s in line. The comedy styling leaning more on either pure misery of a couple characters that the writers obviously hate and have there to make mean statements on? Yeah, that sounds right. The refusal to resolve plotlines, especially happily, when it could instead be milked for drama for the next three seasons? The fact that it obviously set itself up to go on for eternity? That sounds about right too. And I will admit I could be wrong. I don’t watch CW shows. Degrassi, Glee, Riverdale? They hold no interest for me because I don’t like mean spirited they often feel. But... with time, TOH absolutely feels more and more mean spirited. And even early on, that ridiculing of other media and fantasy and wanting to have fun all feels in line with that sort of spirit. Including the lack of interest in its fantasy elements.

Eda and Luz aren’t even the only ones that frankly make more sense like this. Lilith’s break with reality almost, and constant need for validation (including from Luz, including as a teacher which is uncomfortable in Escaping Expulsion in general, LET ALONE IN THIS CONTEXT) fits more in line with the sort of ‘insanity’ that those shows might give a character who’s life collapses. To add a chaotic element. Speaking of, that also fits the Bad boy of Hunter, who gets shipped with all the girls who are his age. Not in fandom BUT IN THE SHOW. All three of his introductions to Luz, Amity and Willow work as the start of a relationship arc, INCLUDING WITH THE LESBIAN. And... You know... Luz is Bi... And there are TERRIBLE plot lines you can do with that. *shudders and gags*

Meanwhile, characters like King, Gus, Willow, frankly Belos and his regime, and all the one off villains that other kid’s shows would embrace... Are kind of pushed to the side. Pushed to the side for characters who would feel entirely at home on something far more adult oriented. Something that was trying to be edgy and shocking and constantly have twists that prove how terrible these characters are. It even commonly sets it up. All of the reasons why Lumity WOULDN’T happen were part of why Lumity was so interesting between S1 and 2. But a lot of those plotlines admittedly felt more like this. Tackling racism, classism, Amity’s need to be the best, Luz’s flighty personality, etc. like that. Not helped of course by the fact that Hunter IS older than Luz and so IS a “hot yet vulnerable upper classman’ as he’s really only missing the BIG muscles of the dude Luz thought was “questing in all the right ways” back in episode TWO.

And if you’re wondering why this take has lingered with me... It’s because I keep asking why creative choices were made for The Owl House. Why are characters like this? Why is it a kid’s show when it obviously doesn’t like that it’s a kid’s show? Why is Luz so obsessed with Eda when they spend such little time together? Let alone POSITIVE time together?

And the idea that at one point it was meant to be an adult oriented cartoon, like Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel, but was just jammed into a kid’s show sized hole so it could be on broadcast television does help explain some of it. Do I think it’s actually true? NO! God no! Absolutely fucking not. Not for a second. Or bare minimum, I REALLY hope not. Also, I do want to point out that I don’t think the show would be GOOD like this, just that it leans weirdly on these sorts of tropes and writing styles and that it accidentally gives really awkward ways to interpret these characters, especially when what we’re told doesn’t match what we’re shown.

But ever since the concept was introduced to me, I could never quite get it out of my head. And I guess I just needed others to suffer with me. I’m sorry.

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rendy-a · 1 year

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Ooooo- Could we have cooking with Rook 🙏🏹?

Either way- congrats on getting 50+ followers!! You deserve all of it 💝

Your writing is scrumptious!!

Thank you for taking part in my event! I got a little writer's block on this one and had to rethink it. Maybe someday I'll go back and try to write my original idea again.

This event is still open. If anyone has a character you'd like to see next, please send it in an ask.

Cooking with Rook

“Cooking with Neige,” were the surprising words coming from the mouth of your crush, Rook Hunt. “Ok, tell me one more time why Vil told you to leave the dorm?” you asked. Rook explains again, with theatrical gestures, about the phenomenon that was Cooking with Neige; a viral Magicam sensation.

From Rook’s explanation, you are able to glean that Neige has started a cooking mini-series on Magicam entitled Cooking with Neige. Each week, Neige uploads an episode where he shows his fans how to cook trendy and cute foods. It reminds you of popular social media videos you’ve seen from back home.

Vil, of course, was not pleased to see the rise in tags featuring his rival and had banned the program from being viewed at Pomefiore. The official reason being that the foods featured were not suitably nutritionally balanced. Rook, being both a supporter of Vil and Neige, was now in search of an alternate venue to enjoy his idol’s content without angering his beautiful queen.

“Sure, I’m fine with that,” you say. “I wouldn’t mind expanding my own set of recipes anyway!” Rook beams back at you. “Trickster, you are like my own white knight, riding to my rescue. Your generosity is beauté 100%!” You accept Rook’s flowered praise and then arrange the date. Ramshackle tonight: Rook will bring the supplies. You part ways with an extra spring in your step, tonight can’t come soon enough.

Rook arrives with a large bag of things, right on time. You welcome him in and show him to the kitchen. You help him set the ingredients out on the counter and can see that you’ll be making some sort of apple pie. You wonder what Vil would think about using Pomefiore apples in one of Neige’s desserts; best not tell him.

You gaze at Rook as he props his phone up and readies the video to play. You admire his sharp green eyes and allow yourself to fall into them. That ends abruptly when he looks up and catches you looking at him, causing you to immediately examine the spoon in your hands like it was exceptionally fascinating. You briefly wonder if he noticed before realizing that of course he would notice. It was more a question of what he’d make of your attention. After a short pause, Rook remarks, “Are you eager, Trickster. Well then, I’ll not delay; let us begin!”

Neige is a surprisingly good cooking host. His directions are easy to follow, and he warns you of common pitfalls. Plus, his animal friends help him cook, which you and Rook both agree is totally adorable. Before long, you have two apple pies ready for the oven; one for you and one for Rook. Although it looks finished, you remember something you saw once in a movie back home. When Rook’s attention is elsewhere, you take some scrap from the crust and roll it into a long strip before shaping it into the design you want on top. You smile to see it and quickly place your pie in the oven with Rook’s.

While the pies back, Rook helps you do the dishes; he washes and you dry. “We make a good team Trickster,” he says with a coy smile. You nearly drop the glass you are holding, “Ah! I mean yes, yes. Of course, we do. Ha ha ha.” You cringe internally, real smooth self. Luckily, you are saved from having to say more by the timer going off for your pies.

A wide smile blooms across Rook’s face as he hurries to grab the oven mitt and heads to remove the pies. You finish setting the troublesome glass in the cabinet when you hear a small gasp behind you. Rook has seen your pie. “Trickster, what is this!” he exclaims. “You’ve written my name on your pie with the dough! Très merveilleux!”

You bashfully accept his jubilant praise and tell him, “Well cooking for yourself is fine but doesn’t food always taste better when you cook it for someone special to you?” He gives you a piercing look and then a mischievous smile spreads across his face. “Why, Trickster, that is a wonderful idea,” he says as he approaches you, carrying his own pie. With a flourish, he sweeps his hat from his head and drops to one knee. He raises the pie up, presenting it to you as though it were a prize being presented to a monarch.

You look at him, startled by his gesture and unsure of how to proceed. “I’m not really sure what I should be doing here Rook,” you tell him in a laughing voice. He smiles gently up at you and says, “Mon amour, may I suggest you accept my pie and my heart?”

#twst #50 follower event #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader

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justjams2003 · 2 years

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The inevitable

A/N: Hello everyone. I want to welcome all the sudden new followers. I want to thank you guys too for all the new support. This fic is a lot less dirty then the last one ;) I feel like I should preface some things. I have personally been dealing with a lot of medical problems for the last year and a half. I couldn’t help but think what it would be like if I had dear Henry by my side through it. With that said I am writing from my own experience. Also if it is a bit short, I didn’t want it to get too medical. Felt I should focus more on how Henry would react.

Pairing: Husband!Henry Cavill x Spouse!nb!reader

Warnings: Description of fainting, hospitals, doctors, operations. Angst and some slight fluff. I don’t think I mentioned a gender or anything assigning, if I did please do tell me.

Word count: 1.2k

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You loved you job. It made you excited to get up in the mornings. But it is exhausting. Being a line cook for a very popular restaurant takes a lot out of you. You’re standing, working, for at least ten hours. You’re screaming out orders and constantly boiling under the heat of the ovens.

Yet lately you’ve been feeling unwell. Not all of the time. Usually you’re bubbly, chirpy and excited for everything. You’re strong and, sure sometimes you get sick easily, but otherwise things are good. Until you’d get these random dizzy spells.

It was strange but you didn’t feel it was necessary to tell Henry. It isn’t that bad. He always has so much to worry about, you didn’t feel like adding to the problem. He was always watching over you, making sure that even the slightest scrape was taken care of.

Now, however, you’re thinking maybe you should have said something. You feel terrible. You were walking to your car after work and then everything started to spin. You feel nauseous and your legs feel weak. You sit down, leaning against the wall of the building.

You took your phone out and somehow managed to call Henry. It barely rings before he picks up. “Henry?” Your voice sounds much weaker than you’d hope it would. I mean obviously something isn’t right. Your hands are cold and clammy and vision feels a bit blurry.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His voice is immediately panicked. “I don’t feel well.” Are you having a panic attack? No- you’re breathing is even and you can still feel your fingers. Yet why was your vision going black? Why does your neck feel so heavy?

“Don’t move, I’m coming.” His voice it feels so far away. Like an echo bouncing in your head. Coming from the far corners of the earth, trying to reach you. A response forms in your head. You can feel the words in your mind. Still, your tongue falls flat.

Actually, everything falls flat. You can’t see, you can’t hear. Your arms your legs they all feel so heavy. Perhaps it would be best if you just close your eyes. Rested, after all it calls to you so. The tendrils of sleep reach to you. Grabbing at you, pulling you into slumber. Honestly, you feel too tired to stop it.

A blaring white light shines down right into your eyes. It completely disorientates you. You squeeze your eyes back shut. That same far away echo voice rings through your ears again. You feel a warm hand on yours. Already you know who’s it is.

You turn to where you hope he is. “Henry?” Your voice croaks out his name as you open your eyes again. There he is. His hair is disheveled, the curls standing in all different directions. His blue eyes look heavy tired and frantic. “Hey, I’m here. I’m here.” His voice is such as rough as yours.

“What happened?” You ask, rubbing your head. It is throbbing. Such a strong ache both in the front, in the back, it is just everywhere. You can’t help but cringe at the pain. “You passed out, we’ve just arrived at the hospital.” He explains to me.

He pulls his chair closer to the bed. Placing kisses all over your knuckles. You look around. There are rows of beds next to you. You can hear someone throw up and you cringe at the sounds. It makes you nauseous yourself. Not as bad as before though.

“Alright, a missus Cavill is it?” The doctor that walks in’s voice is loud and confident. Her hair is fire-y red. “Tell me what happened.” She states while looking through my charts. “Well, I was walking to my car after work. Then everything became dizzy. I was nauseous so I sat down and called Henry.”

She nods, listens but doesn’t seem to be writing anything. “Anything like this happen before?” She asks, still reading away. I furrow my brows and shake my head. “I’ve been getting these dizzy spells. But that is about it.” I explain to her, I can feel Henry tense up.

“Really? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, he looks worried and scared. I sigh, avoiding his hurt gaze. “You just got this new Superman job. I can see you’re stressed. I didn’t want to add to it.” You state, sighing, biting your lip. He shakes his head, “We’ll talk about this later.”

“Have you eaten yet?” The doctor asks, finally looking you in the eye. You furrow your brows. “No, I need to get to work early in the morning and worked through lunch.” This seems to spark something in here and she begins nodding.

“I’m saying it was stress. Take some rest and you should be good to go.” She smiles at me. For some reason you can hear your heart beat again. Tears prickle at your eyes. She exits, leaving you to processes what ever the hell she just said.

Henry leans closer, holding your face. Wiping the tears, with such a tender gentleness. Then the emotions overwhelm you. The adrenaline runs cold as it leaves your body. As your sobs rack through you, Henry holds you.

His big warm hand rubs circles on your back. The other makes sure to hold you as close as possible. And as he helped you into the car your leg can’t help but shake. The doctor’s words repeats in your head over and over and over. You weren’t stressed. You were hungry but that is about it.

“What’s on your mind, my dear?” Henry asks, once he is settled in the car-seat.You shake your head and bite your lip. “It’s bullshit Hen. I wasn’t stressed. It’s more than just stress.” You look into his cerulean-sky eyes. They are filled with sympathy and pain.

He nods, taking your hand in his. “Hey, I believe you. In sickness and in health. I do mean it.” God, how did you land such a perfect man? What did you do to deserve him? “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Things were going so good for us. You were so happy, I didn’t want to trample that.” You explain to him your thought process.

He shakes his head, bites his cheek “Y/N, I love you. I care for you. Having you healthy and okay makes me happy. We will get through this together.” He brings your knuckles to his lips again. Your cheeks flush and you can’t help but smile.

And Henry was there with you. With every single test that they did, he was there at your side. Through the MRI’s he would talk to you, keep you awake. With every blood test he would make sure to keep you distracted from the needles, whether that was by kissing you or making you laugh.

Then finally, when the big operation came, he was there every moment he could be. He would help bathe you, brush your hair and apply your ointments. Like he said, in sickness and in health. And when you finally healed up, all he asked in return was a kiss:)

#henry cavill #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x reader #medical

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clocks-are-round · 27 days

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WHAT THE FUCK. After finding that last snippet I did more digging in my google docs. what the fuckk hahaha

it’s titled “april fools” from March 2022, so like exactly two years ago. i have cued it for the next April 1st

some things are best left unpublished but frankly i don’t like to take that much psychic damage and NOT inflict it on the next idly curious RvB fan.

i remember now, i was going to write a fic with the most bastardized fandomy takes on each character possible but i legitimately can’t tell if that psa was a real attempt at that or if i physically could not bring myself to (likely) and went for the easier to deal with ‘react to fandom’ instead

Prepare for lots of Donut innuendos

(it’s not actually that bad, i very much did back out of the initial concept immediately, it just caught me really off guard haha)

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I’m going t o fucking c r y. this was pain to write. (first thing i wrote. haven’t even written the fic yet)

fandom cringe versions plZ i hate it

Simmons: ;w; anxiety boi

Grif: uwu sleepy boi

Caboose: owo can do no wrong boi

Donut: owo can do no wrong femboi

i don’t know if i can do this. holy shit. i know it’s for april fools but if it causes pain to write aren’t i the fool?

ImPorTaNt RvB PSA

Simmons: Hi everyone, I’m Dick Simmons from popular webseries Red vs Blue.

Grif: And I’m Dexter Grif from the same show.

Caboose: And I am Caboose

Simmons: … Hi Caboose.

Caboose: What are we talking about today?

Caboose: And now, the weather! Spoiler, it is rain.

Simmons: Uh… No idea how to segue that back. So, we’re supposed to read these fan stories. This first one is about me and Grif it looks like, and– Wait, wait what??

Grif: What? What is it, let me see. *starts laughing hysterically*

Simmons: *flustered* What is this mushy gushy romance stuff? I’d just– I’d just like to set the record straight that if I did hypothetically have feelings for a person that I knew I totally wouldn’t do that. I mean, pine for somebody? For a decade? That’s some bullshit, any self-respecting person would move on in that amount of time–

Lopez: [Honestly, you two are not subtle. Even I’ve noticed and I try my hardest to ignore you all.]

Grif: You would! You would act like that around a crush! Holy shit, they nailed you, Simmons!

Donut: Did someone say Donut?

Donut: Wait a minute! Fanfiction?? Those are my people! Let me host this one please please please? I’ll be the hostess with the mostest! I’ll put my Donut whole into it!

Simmons: Yeah, I need to go bleach my eyes, so be my guest.

Grif: And I just wanted to watch Simmons die as he read all this. It’s no fun if it’s you, Donut.

Donut: Well, I’m excited. I can’t wait to read how deep they’ve penetrated into you and Simmons’ relationship! Looks like you two are in a lot of these.

Simmons: Lalala I can’t hear you. I can’t hear anything and therefore do not need to respond to any awkward topics.

Donut: Ooh, they’re all romantic.

Grif: Oh god, yeah, let’s go.

Doc: Could I be co-host? I haven’t helped host one of these in forever!

Donut: I thought you didn’t like this kind of thing?

Doc: Well, we’re keeping it PG, I’ll be just fine.

Donut: Ehhhh

Doc: Donut. We’re keeping it PG, right? *O’Malley* I hope not. I’d like to see some carnage. Shut up, you fool. It’s fiction. *Doc* I didn’t say anything. *O’Malley* You were about to chastise me.

Donut: Depends… does PG stand for pornogr–

Doc: Donut! *O’Malley* Or pussy grande. *Doc* O’Malley! There’s way more out there than just smut! Even in the romance genre there are comedies, introspective pieces, adventure, slice-of-life, drama…

Donut: Well, yeah, but I figured we could do a little of everything.

Lopez: [Jesus christ, just choose one. I’m going to burn this anyways.]

Donut: Good idea, Lopez! Burn it to discs! We can send them out as audiobooks!

Lopez: [I meant in a fire.]

Donut: Yeah, it is a fire idea, Lopez. Jeez, now you’re just fishing for compliments. *clears throat*

Doc: We’re doing a “safe for work” one, right? *O’Malley mutters* You are a wet, wretched blanket. I hope you know that.

Donut: Yeah, yeah. Jeez. Now I have to clear my throat dramatically again! *clears throat*

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you know what? fuck it. this is about in line with my other fake psas maybe i’ll complete it and post it on ao3. eventually. on an april 1st, naturally lol

#red vs blue #my fics

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hogmilked · 1 year

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would you ever buy a [insert car that other people think is cringe but you think is neat]

(yes this is an open invitation to ramble about cars)

KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH BESTIE

ok ok so yes i am going to go ramble but i’ll keep it relatively short

HERE ARE MY TOP FIVE DOGSHIT CARS I LOVE SO SO MUCH

5. Pontiac Aztek

any time you look up the ugliest cars ever made this will come up on the list and that’s fair because it is ugly as hell BUT i LOVE IT so much it came with a goddamn built in TENT. it was built on a minivan platform so this bitch could haul so much while not being overwhelmingly big. she may be ugly but she has the RANGE honey. and one person’s ugly is another’s quirky. pontiac aztek my beloved one of the only cars made after 1990 i genuinely want

4. Ford Pinto

OK OK HEAR ME OUT LISTEN. YES THIS CAR KILLED PEOPLE. YES EVERY FOR EXEC SHOULD GO TO HELL FOR KNOWING THAT AND NOT RECALLING IT FOR YEARS. BUT. they did eventually fix that pesky little exploding issue and what was left was a capable, fun, gorgeous little economy car, and models with the gas tank issue addressed have proven to be relatively reliable for 40 year old american economy cars

3. 2000s MOPAR

yeah this was a dogshit era for dodge/chrysler/jeep but i’m so deeply enamored by all these dramatically failed experiments. the dodge caliber, dodge magnum, chrysler pt cruiser, plymouth prowler, SO many bad cars that kinda bang. to me. they all have the energy of those fossil pokemon from sword and shield that clearly want nothing more than death but you can’t help but love their cheap, plastic, dogshit charm

2. Nissan Murano CrossCabriolet

Ok so technically i don’t want one per se although that’s more because i hate almost all cars made after 2000, but this thing got so much hate and like i get it but i fucking love convertible suvs and i think there should be more. yes i know the bronco and wrangler exist rn but i need more with barbie energy like this. chop the top off a rav4 and maybe i’ll consider a car payment. i won’t but like maybe

1. MALAISE ERA BABYYYYYY

Here’s some more specifics about the malaise era but this is the era of cars i’m probably the most autistic about lmao, american cars from the mid 70s to the early 80s. tldr during this time the government was cracking down on efficiency and fuel consumption so american car manufacturers had to start figuring out how to make their giant gas guzzling giants of the road more economical. on top of that imports from japan were getting popular, which were smaller, cheaper, and easier to drive. america however was stupid and full of cocaine so they kept making giant cars but just made them cheaper and less powerful. this didn’t mean smaller engines mind you, it just meant they choked the existing giant engines and made them weaker. so the cars from this era are still huge and clunky but now with more plastic and less horsepower while still weighing the same, which means they all drive like fucking trucks, even the smaller ones. eventually manufacturers either figured out how to make economy cars (though they still weren’t as efficient as japanese ones) but for a chunk of time in the late 70s american cars were ugly, underpowered, and kinda cheap. and i LOVE them. i love the brown on brown on brown, love the tackiness, love the underpowered v8 engines. malaise era my beloved ❤️❤️

#mothman speaks #mothman answers #thanks bestie for encouraging me to ramble

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luverofralts · 9 months

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Arkhelios Adventures

“Theo, I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe me. I’m so sorry.”

Ulyssa tried to pour as much regret as she could in her voice, so that her godson would understand how much he meant to her.

“Did you get my gifts? I haven’t missed a birthday or Winterfest. I miss you and your sisters so much. It’s great to see you. You’ve grown so much. You’re so tall.”

Theo could see Oliver off to the side, watching this reunion closely. Not only did he have to see the woman his dad cheated with unannounced, but she had to embarrass him in front of the queen’s brother, the most popular guy at the richest school. Theo had had plans for the entire evening. He’d go meet Oliver’s family, eat dinner, work on their project for the witches’ council and hopefully hit things off enough to have some of Oliver’s popularity rub off on him.

At thirteen, Theo was awkward and clumsy and insecure. It had been a stroke of luck to be paired with Oliver. Sure, Adam was Miruna’s half-brother, but that didn’t mean anything in the hierarchy of teenagers.

“What are you even doing here?” Theo demanded, trying to sound authoritative for their audience. “What do you want? You can’t buy my forgiveness, if that’s what you want. It’s not going to happen. My parents almost divorced because of you.”

“I...I’m sorry.”

Ulyssa didn’t know what else to say. After all this time and all the things she’d practiced saying in her head, nothing seemed adequate. Here she was, face to face with her godson and all he could do was glare at her.

“You know, you can’t just blame the woman for an affair,” Oliver remarked with a smirk. “It sounds like your dad’s just as guilty.”

Theo cringed under the critical gaze of Oliver, and Ulyssa could see where this was going. She’d been to high school and knew the game well. There was no way this scenario was going to end well for her. The best she could hope for was to exit without damaging her relationship any further.

“My dad is paying for what he did,” Theo snapped. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore! I don’t want to talk to her! Let’s just start our stupid project already. Why is she even here?”

“Hey, I couldn’t help but hear some shouting. Is everything okay?”

A man from the next yard over suddenly appeared from their front door, sounding concerned. If the ground could suddenly swallow him whole, Theo would have been appreciative. Not only was the popular boy staring at him like he was an idiot, but their arguing had attracted the neighbours and even more attention.

“We’re fine. Just a misunderstanding.”

With a practiced movement, Ulyssa steadied the tiara on her head and retreated back in the house without another word. She would regroup with Jorah and continue her plan. Theo was just a complication, a distraction. He wasn't ready to talk to her yet and Ulyssa could wait. Surely he'd grow out of his anger one day. His parents hadn't divorced and from what she'd heard, they were happy. It would just take Theo some time to forgive her, that's all. She had come here to focus on Claudia and she was going to find something to use as blackmail. This would all be worth it for the peace of mind of knowing that Claudia wasn't going to make Ulyssa's life difficult.

"Is that lady bothering you? I can call my mom and she can scare her away for you. The people next door are pushovers."

Theo turned towards the fence to find the owner of the voice. Leaning casually against the fence was a gorgeous guy who looked to be around Theo's age. His smile was soft and lazy and his eyes were kind. He beamed at Theo, flashing straight white teeth. Theo stood in awe for a moment, too distracted from staring at the boy to even reply.

"Hey, Theodore! The guy asked you a question!" Oliver called, jolting Theo from his hormone induced stupor.

"Theodore's a cute name," the boy practically purred, eyeing Theo appreciatively. "I'm Ewan."

Theo took a deep breath and tried not to let his hormones govern his life. He had a boyfriend after all and they planned on being together forever.

"It's not Theodore, it's Theo," he corrected them. "I can't tell you what it's short for or witches or demons could use that information to hurt me."

Ewan's face soured at the mention of witchcraft, something that didn't go unnoticed to Theo.

"Keep your secrets, I don't care. I would never worry about witches. They're too pretentious to think about anything besides themselves anyway. You're safe with me, Theodore. I don't associate with witches if I can help it."

Theo blushed at the repeated name and the heated glance this boy was giving him. Was he flirting with Theo? Had he just given him a nickname? This whole puberty thing was happening far too fast and wildly out of his control. He had a boyfriend but he was also pretty sure this amazingly attractive guy was flirting with him. Was it cheating to talk to him? He didn't want to be a cheater like his parents, but it was hard to pull himself away from the electricity he could feel radiating between him and Ewan.

"I have a boyfriend!" Theo blurted, hoping that it was the right call to make. Beside him, both Oliver and Ewan laughed.

"He's a lucky guy," Ewan said charitably while Oliver groaned.

"You two have fun, I'm going to put my books away. I don't need to listen to two babies trying to flirt."

"I'll be in to help you with the project I'm a second," Theo called and Ewan rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Take however long you want, I'm not starting this dumb project on my own. I don't care if Master Maricourt turns me into a toad for failing it, I'm accepted at college anyway. I don't need this."

Theo frowned. Well he needed the good grade. And the admiration of Adam's father was definitely important too.

"Hear hear," Ewan laughed. "That guy's an asshole. Do whatever makes you happy."

"Pleasing the council does make me happy," Theo insisted. "Master Maricourt is smart and talented, just like his son."

"Who, me?" Ewan seemed to be caught off guard by the comment, looking momentarily confused. "He's never once tried to see me all my life, I don't know why you think he'd try now."

Theo frowned.

"No, Master Maricourt, Ewan Maricourt. I'm dating his son, Adam."

A dark look quickly passed over Ewan's face as he thought about Theo's words. Theo tried to break down what Ewan's admission could mean, but his brain fought against him. It was clear what the implications of what Ewan had said meant, but Theo struggled to believe it.

Adam didn't have a brother. He had one twin sister and three half-sisters. Adam was the one who studied late into the night to live up to family expectations. This guy openly admitted to hating magic and magic users. In the years that Theo had known Adam's family, there had never once been even the slightest hint of another child. Either this boy was lying or a great deception had been created somewhere.

"Theodore, why do you think my name's Ewan?" the boy asked, raising a curious eyebrow. "I'm named after my dad. My mom thought it would make him interested in raising me, but clearly that didn't work out as planned. Like I said, the guy's an asshole. His son probably is too for being raised by him. Sorry that you're already involved with him, but my half-brother probably sucks. Just keep that in mind for when he breaks your heart. I'd treat you a lot better."

Theo's face burned with a mix of anger, horror and confusion. Who was this guy to talk about Adam that way?

"You don't even know him," Theo snapped. "You said you've never met Adam, so you can't know what he's like! He's smart and compassionate and funny! He'd never hurt me! You're just jealous."

Ewan shrugged indifferently.

"Whatever you say, Theodore. I'll take your word for it. I guess he's a great guy. Do let me know if he does turn out to be as fake as our dad though. You're pretty cute. I'd have no problem showing you how much better I am."

Theo's mouth hung open as his brain short-circuited trying to process this conversation. Adam supposedly had a brother. That brother was unashamedly hitting on his boyfriend and making accusations about his father. The most popular guy in Pleasantview had heard much of their conversation until he found it too tedious to pretend to care. Theo was going to fail this project and bring the same chaos to Adam's family that usually reigned in Theo's.

"Claudia, is that you? You look incredible. I love the hair. Its so different from your portrait on the simoleon. Very bold."

Theo turned around to find the Pleasantview monarch standing behind him, staring intensely at the fence line.

"Max. It's good to see you," she stated, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "How have you been? It's been ages."

For the first time, Theo could see a vulnerability in the queen that she didn't dare show to anyone else. She was hard to read, but if Theo had to guess, this surprise encounter had shaken her.

"I've been busy," replied the man on the other side of the fence. "Not as busy as you. Congratulations on the engagement."

"Thanks, we're happy to finally settle down," Claudia said. "I've made Miruna wait too long already. She wants to start a family and I need a spare for that heir of mine, of course."

She chuckled slightly to herself and Max smiled back at her. There seemed to be a bond between the two of them that remained unseen, hidden over the years.

Theo stared at the man carefully. He didn't look anything like Victoriana, so he probably wasn't her parent, but clearly something had happened between the two adults.

"Miruna's a lucky woman."

Silence hung in the air as the two adults lost themselves in each other's gaze and Theo and Ewan stared at each other awkwardly.

"That's my stepbrother," Ewan whispered to a confused Theo. "My mom married his dad when I was just a kid. He's had a thing for the queen forever. He's hopeless."

"They grew up together and went to the same school until she got transferred to the rich school and left him behind."

"She was his date for our parents' wedding, but she was way out of his league. She was the rich, powerful queen of the country and he was just the boy next door. Teenage love doesn't last long, Theodore, you'll see soon enough. You and I could have fun together though, I'll give you my number."

Theo's face felt scalding hot as Ewan reached for his phone and tapped in his phone number.

I'll just keep it in case Adam needs it to verify that he has a brother. It's not cheating to accept a number from someone. I'm not going to call it ever.

"My parents were dating in high school," he weakly protested, staring at the newest entry in his contact list. "They're married now with a bunch of kids. Adam and I are going to be the same, you'll see."

Ewan rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, maybe you shouldn't call me," he sighed. "You sound like you're about five years old. I prefer more mature guys, even if you do look the way you do.”

"I'm never calling you," Theo insisted. "And I'm thirteen, I'm incredibly mature. More mature than you who hits on guys in relationships!"

Ewan shrugged casually, which only bothered Theo more. Why was this guy teasing him and acting like Theo's indignation was just an annoyance? It was infuriating.

"Suit yourself. See you around, Theodore."

With that, Ewan turned and walked back into the house next door. He didn't even turn around once to check if Theo was watching him, which of course he was. As much as he hated to admit it, Ewan looked just as good walking away as he did flashing that wicked smile. Beside him, the queen and her ex-friend were busy catching up with each other and Oliver was long gone.

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios adventures #theo bellamy #sim: theo bellamy #Max Reed #ulyssa durant #oliver goldman #claudia goldman #sim: Claudia Goldman #ewan macleod

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warlocks-and-phoenixes · 10 months

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i still get jumpscared by alejandro saab’s voice. war flashbacks, y’know? and now that i’m in a fandom where he voices a popular character, i have to smile and pretend that cyno genshin impact doesn’t immediately make me think gene mcd and bonnie fnaf from that one fan song

🔫 who are you and what are you doing in my askbox

Lmao i feel you my fellow veteran. Try being a PM Seymour viewer long enough that you’ve detached him from Travis but then get friggin’ jumped by Andy saying 3 words. Also Genshin is irreparably connected to MCD for me too because I’d barely heard a word about it before I joined an Aphverse discord where a couple of the members talked about it all the time, and now I’ve been getting ads for it a lot abd all I can think about are those guys. And don’t get me started when I hear any of the many things Jess stole from FF in their natural habitat. im sorry anime boy what fuck did you just say

Anyway. yeah. why are any of these VAs remotely mainstream they are supposed to be cringe block people and cringe block people only

#minecraft diaries #mystreet #aphmau #also I’m just happy I have no connection at all to Fire Emblem #because I don’t know why there are so many versions of that song but I’m pretty sure I’d just #instantly drop dead if I ever heard Lost in Thoughts All Alone in a non-aphmau-related setting.#anonymous #asks

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erithel · 1 year

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If I may I would also like to add somethings I’ve noticed in klance fics that I’ve read that I don’t really understand and/or agree with (I believe anyone can write whatever the hell they feel like writing but that doesn’t mean I have to agree with some of the things they write with and that’s fine)

1. Having one of the characters be extremely short and another extremely tall then having the shorter character (which is usually Keith from my experience of fanfics but it can be either or) more innocent..? I guess I’ll just say they make that character act very different from their canon self and the writers base they entire dynamic on that

2. Writers putting their own personal biases/beliefs into the fanfic, I don’t have a problem with this alone (like I said anyone can write whatever they want) but it’s when those biases OVERPOWER the actual relationship/dynamic of Keith and lance. And if that’s the case I really do need to question why the writer is writing a klance fix in the first place

3. Completely changing the Keith and lances canon characterization to the point where you can replace them with any other oc, like I’m fine of people want to change somethings or simply stuff to fit the story narrative better but it’s when they change too much, to the point where I’m questioning who these characters are even suppose to be

These are just some things in klance fics that I found I didn’t really like but who know maybe these things also exist in other ship fics or just fanfics in general.

I think it's safe to say this is a thing throughout all fandoms, not just klance.

And it's also safe to say that you and I have a similar taste in fics lol.

Of course anyone can write whatever the fuck they want. But I know for me, personally, I'm not gonna read anything all the way through if the characterization is so far off that it takes me out of the story.

I believe I've talked a bit about the different reasons people write fanfics before, but I think all of these things you listed here fall into a single category:

People who add these things into their fics are writing purely for themselves.

To be more specific, they don't really have too much interest in the ship itself, or the characters involved. They aren't interested in developing more content based on canon characters, or exploring the depths of those characters' personalities or traits. It is more a case of someone using a popular ship as a sort of catalyst to be able to tell whatever story they want to tell.

(And let's be honest, the height difference thing probably has more to do with a power dynamic of a perceived heteronormative relationship - especially if the shorter character is portrayed as either innocent or *sorry while I cringe* feisty.)

Writing consistent characterization is difficult in general, but it's the best feeling when something just fits so well that you could literally hear the actors saying those lines.

*cough* not to toot my own horn but -

I completely understand that fanfiction can often be an outlet for people to be creative. And it's a way for their work to get some notice - or at least more than any original work would. So it's not bad when people change the characterization or add in their own beliefs, like anon is saying here.

But oh man, is it definitely not for me!

I just wish it were more possible for people's original work to get recognized so they didn't have to resort to fanfiction to be able to tell their own stories, honestly.

#asks #klance #fanfiction #erithel's hot takes #characterization

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