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omg bestieeeee i so need hocker h nd ballerina to talk and smooch !!!!! ngl i’m a sucker for protective and jealous h 🤭🤭🤭🤭 🐱

I feel like ive made you guys wait way too long for this one gvkdfjgkf

a continuation of this blurb! (and sort of this one)

word count: 2.3k (we had a lot of ground to cover)

content warnings: minor mentions of smut, slight angst but all is fixed by the end, not ramadan friendly

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talk to me

. . .

Two weeks.

Two weeks of radio silence from Y/N.

Two weeks of over-thinking everything he did that night.

Two weeks of Harry drunk texting her on lonely nights.

please just tell me if you hate me

im so sorry

ill leave you alone if its what you want, I just need to know

Each and every time, Y/N read his messages, eyes scanning over the words, and locked her phone.

The truth is, she doesn't know what she wants from him, if anything. She doesn't know why she felt so attracted to him that night — she was tipsy, not drunk, and in complete control of her actions. She never hooked up with people in public — no messy makeouts, but she certainly never let anyone finger her in the hallway of a bar.

The entire thing was completely unlike her. Maybe that's what scared her the most.

Deep down, she wanted to reply to him, but she didn't even know what to say. She didn't want him to leave her alone — maybe that was selfish, but she liked knowing he was at least a little okay. She'd even been keeping secret tabs on the hockey team. They had won their past two games, but Harry had been thrown out in the most recent one for unsportsmanlike conduct. Apparently, he'd gotten into a fight with one of the players on the other team.

Admittedly, that worried her, but she didn't want to be his babysitter. On top of that, the spring showcase was this weekend, and she'd thrown every last bit of her energy into rehearsing and practicing to make sure her performance would be absolutely flawless.

She didn't have the time — or mental capacity — to worry about Harry right now.

. . .

"You look like an idiot."

Harry rolls his eyes as he adjusts the collar on his button down for the third time. James and his girlfriend Melanie had helped him with ironing it out so it looked presentable enough on his body. Anything he ever did rarely called for slacks and button up shirts, but Melanie advised him to look polished and put-together for tonight.

He wasn't in a place to reject her advice.

The other teammates that James lived with weren't quite as kind. Stephen, a sophomore defenseman who was only on the team for the perks of sleeping with every girl he could get his hands on, wouldn't stop throwing sarcastic comments Harry's way.

"Shut up, Stephen!" Melanie calls from the living room. She marches into James' bedroom as Harry smoothes out a few leftover wrinkles in his slacks, swallowing tightly. "When's the last time you cared about something besides fucking random girls? At least Harry has some direction in his life."

"I'm just saying, the girl's been ignoring him for weeks. She's gonna laugh in his face."

"Leave!" Melanie exclaims, batting him on the shoulder. Stephen lets out a yelp of pain and Harry smirks, despite the anxiety throbbing in his chest. "You're not helping! Get out!"

Reluctantly, Stephen rolls his eyes as he follows Melanie's orders and leaves the room. She sighs and comes up from behind Harry before flashing him a hopeful grin.

"You look great, H. I think this is a really sweet gesture."

He nibbles on his bottom lip as he turns to face her. "Okay, but what if Stephen's dumbass is right? She could call security on me and have me removed."

Melanie gives him a sympathetic look, "Yeah, it's a possibility. But isn't it better to go down fighting?"

He shrugs.

"You said ballet is her everything. It's her entire life. Show her that you're willing to integrate yourself into that."

"Yeah," he breathes out, nodding slowly. "Yeah, you're right."

"I know I am." she grins. "Okay, let's get you over there. Don't forget the flowers you picked up!"

. . .

30 minutes later, Harry can't stop shifting uncomfortably as he sits in an aisle seat in the campus auditorium at Y/N's spring showcase.

The massive bouquet of flowers in his lap keep making his nose run and he feels like he's being suffocated by the buttons on his shirt that go all the way up to his neck. Best of all, according to the show program, Y/N isn't scheduled to go on until the very end. She mentioned to him once that being placed as the finale act is the best and biggest compliment, and he can't fight the bit of pride that thrums in his heart.

For an hour, he sits there, fidgeting with the cuffs of his shirt and pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he waits for Y/N to go on. He sits through mediocre singing showcases and even a violin solo that almost puts him to sleep, if not for the older man clearing his throat next to him. Melanie and James even text him during the intermission to see how it's going, but he doesn't have much to report back.

Finally, the show comes to a close and her name is announced, following by the title of the French piece of music she's dancing to. His heart throbs in his chest — he's so nervous for her, especially knowing she hurt her ankle just a few weeks back. But the second she graces the stage, she's a vision of beauty, strength, and delicacy all at the same time. It's enough to take Harry's breath away.

As he sits there watching her, he doesn't move a muscle. Not for a single jump, spin, or step. He doesn't know anything about ballet — not aside from what Y/N has told him — but in that moment, he realizes that he'd be willing to learn every little thing there is to know if it meant she let him back into her life.

She's gorgeous. She offers a flawless performance and the second she's finished, a look of relief washes over her face as she takes a subdued bow, her pretty eyes widening when she sees all the people — Harry included — standing and applauding her.

For Y/N, the hard part was over. For Harry, it had just begun.

. . .

Y/N is elated to have a moment of silence after her performance.

With the dressing room door shut behind her, she lets out a long, deep breath. The dance she'd been driving herself crazy over for months was finally over.

And yet, for some reason, she feels empty.

She shoves it down as sits, eager to get her pointe shoes off. She's ready to shed her costume and get into sweatpants and head home. She knows the rest of the performers are heading out to a party tonight, but she's exhausted.

She's sorting through the bag of clothes she brought when there's a soft knock at the door. She knows she only has around 20 minutes to get out before the janitorial staff starts cleaning, so she rises with a sigh, unlocking the door and opening it.

"I'll be done soon, I just need to change—"

It's not the janitor, though.

It's Harry. Standing there stiffly in a starchy button down with a huge bouquet of flowers that almost encompass the width of his broad shoulders.

"What are you doing here?" she blurts without thinking.

"I came to watch you perform," he replies gently. His throat bobs as he hands her the flowers. "These are for you."

"You didn't watch me." she snorts with a shake of her head. She hasn't accepted the bouquet yet.

"Yes, I did," he instantly fires back, "What, do you wanna see my ticket for proof? I was in seat F34, next to an old man who kind of smelled like soup, and he kept clearing his throat and it was really annoying but I didn't care because I came to see you, and I'd sit through hours of bullshit to watch you dance."

Harry can't read the blank expression of her face, but he takes it as a step in the right direction when she takes the flowers from him. She blinks as she glances past him and then steps aside, motioning for him to come in.

"I have to get my shit together and leave soon, so... just sit in here."

He nods. He's hesitant to allow himself to relax since he's not sure if he's in the clear yet. She closes the dressing room door behind her and places the bouquet on her vanity.

"I need to change," she says, spinning around to face him. "Close your eyes."

He chuckles until he sees the serious expression on her face. "Wait, really?"

"Yes, really."

"But... I— y'know—"

"Just turn the fuck around, Harry."

He does as he's told, shutting his eyes as he listens to her roll her tights down and step out of her leotard. One day, if she let him, he'd be more than happy to do that for her — not even in a sexual way, but he knows how tiring it can be to take off his own gear after a long game. He thinks it would be nice to be there for her.

"Okay, you're good," she murmurs. She's stuffing her things in her tote bag when he bats his eyes back open.

"Are you meeting up with anyone after this? I'm sure your friends came to see you, but I just wanted to maybe talk and... y'know, clear the air a bit." Harry says, wringing his hands nervously in his lap. Y/N furrows a brow as she analyzes his body language. She doesn't think she's actually seen him look anxious before.

"Um... no," she says with a shake of her head before quickly revising her answer, "No, I mean, I'm not meeting up with anyone and no one came to see me. Except you, I guess."

"Wait, really?"

She sighs as she pauses the process of gathering her things. "Really, Harry."

He swallows tightly. They're silent for a moment as she grabs her jacket and throws it over her shoulders.

"Come over and we'll talk. I borrowed my friend Matt's car for the night but— yeah, you can follow me to my place or whatever. And I can't promise I'll be awake for much longer but I think clearing the air could be... good."

A rush of relief makes its way through Harry's body.

"Okay. Yeah, let's do that."

. . .

"I never said it, but you were flawless tonight."

Y/N laughs breathily as she settles onto her couch, a cup of sleepy time tea in her hand. Harry rejected her offer for one (his response had been, "Y/N, do I look like someone who drinks tea with a sleeping bear on it?") but he'd be lying if he said it didn't at least smell good.

"I fucked up on one of my jetés — I'll get yelled at for it on Monday, but otherwise I'm decently content with the performance."

"Well, you couldn't tell," Harry replies, "Seriously. You were perfect."

Her cheeks warm and she stares down at her tea. Her legs are sprawled out in front of her while Harry sits on the other edge of the couch, giving her plenty of room to stretch out.

"So... clearing the air."

Harry clears his throat and nods, prepared to embark on the speech he'd been practicing in his head for weeks. But then, she speaks.

"I'm sorry for running out on you and ignoring you," she says, keeping her gaze down in her lap. "That wasn't... I'm not the best person. I'm bad at feelings and I use ballet as a crutch. I figure it's the one thing I'm really, exceptionally good at, and that should give me a pass in life but I know that's not true. I can't just go around treating people like shit because I'm... scared."

"What are you scared of?" Harry asks through furrowed brows. "I'm sorry if I stepped out of line that night, I should've been better—"

"You didn't. You were great. You did everything perfectly," she replies with a shake of her head. Her response surprises him, but he tries to hide the shock on his face. "I'm scared because you're you. You're a hotshot hockey player and, besides this showcase, you're the only other thing I've thought about these past few weeks. That's horrifying for me."

"Is this...?" Harry attempts to roll his lips into a thin line, preventing a smirk from bursting onto his face. "Is this a very Y/N way of telling me that you like me?"

She groans, as if it's the worst thing to ever happen to her, and it makes Harry laugh.

"Don't laugh at me!" she exclaims. That only makes Harry cackle even louder as he slowly crawls over to her, taking her warm cup of tea out of her hands and placing it on the coffee table.

"You're cute when you're exasperated." he murmurs. She pouts and his eyes crinkle with a grin as he peels her shaky hands away from her face.

"You're the one exasperating me."

"I know," he replies lowly, licking his lips as his face hovers over hers, "I like it."

"This isn't us agreeing to date, by the way." she quickly tacks on. He issues out a mhm as he leans forward, testing the waters, and pressing a light kiss to her nose. "We need to take it slow. Like, painfully slow. Or else I'll freak out and run away again."

"Whatever you want." he mumbles, kissing her right cheek. "I mean it."

"And you can't just overwhelm me whenever you feel like it."

He laughs and kisses her left cheek, then her forehead.

"Okay. Any other demands?"

He stops pasting kisses to her face then, instead choosing to simply loom his lips over hers. He can feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest and watches as she swallows nervously.

"No," she finally whispers. "Just kiss me."

And so he does.

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luveline · 9 months

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Omg Jade, I’ve been LOVING the asf resurgence ☺️☺️ It hits my heart in all the right ways!!

I was wondering if would please write something showing more of the burrow from asf? Would love to see Molly (alongside Fred ofc!) doting on the reader. Maybe she feels poorly during a gathering? Just an idea - no pressure ofc to respond or to go in this direction. Thank you either way!!! 😊

tysm for ur request!! sorry this took me a whole month ♡ fem!reader, 1.5k

cw mental health issues/ poor eating habits

The popcorn is greasy between your fingers. You look down at a slightly burned kernel without much feeling, giving it a squeeze to listen to the styro-foamy groan as it breaks.

The crumbs fall down the front of your hoodie. The mess is enough to make you feel something other than tired, blinking to attention while you pick tiny bits from your tummy.

Fred's hand reaches over to help. "Whoops," he says, flicking them off of the sofa onto the rug.

"Don't do that," you chastise without any heat, nudging his knee with yours. "Your poor mum will have to clean it up."

"No she won't."

"Are you going to hoover before we go?" you ask.

Fred puts his hand on your thigh for an unapologetic feel. "No. She'd be offended."

It's hard to describe how something as simple and as normal as Fred's hand on your leg can make you feel. Suddenly, you aren't alone in your head, feeling all sorts of awful. There's someone with you.

Fred often laments (with sympathy) that you live in the past. He's not wrong. There are things that haunt you without pulling punches, stuff that makes you feel sick even though you can't remember how it all went anymore. It's like your body has caught hold of the way you felt at the time and is now throwing you into the deep end, no warnings.

George takes the popcorn bowl from your lap, a lazy heist from his positioning on the floor. He, Ron, and Harry play a game of exploding snap that smells like no one's winning by your shoes.

Bill and Fleur sit on bean bags by the fire, their legs interlocked, and the baby (who isn't a baby anymore, actually, a brand new toddler) waddles around the room in footie pyjamas. Every time you see Victoire, you wonder if she's an easy baby, and if you'd be a good mom. If you're even capable.

Things tend to twist from there. Capable in any capacity? You're sure there are a hundred different things that Fred wants from you that he will never be able to have. A girlfriend who doesn't shut down when she's worried. A partner who pulls their weight. You let him down pretty much every day though he doesn't say, in your uselessness. You're awful. He deserves better than someone who's clinging to the bad things that happened to her (though you don't want to cling, you can't seem to make yourself stop).

Fred's hand abandons your thigh. He sits up in his seat on the sofa to wrap his arm behind your neck instead, encouraging your head under his. With the side of his chin pressed to your temple, he doesn't say a word.

Molly appears from the garden with a handful of fresh lemon balm. "Who wants a cup of tea?" she asks.

Her eyes flicker straight for you. Fred told you once that Harry used to be her favourite child. It confused you —family is much more than blood, but still, there's so many to choose from and they're all brilliant, so why Harry?

He was the one who needed the favouritism most, Fred says. Mum has a built-in pain detector. She knows when people need love.

"We'll have a cup of tea," Fred says, rubbing your shoulder.

"Obviously," Molly says, though what's obvious about it escapes you. "Anyone else?"

There's a chorus of requests, most of which you can't keep straight. Molly's brilliant, she doesn't miss a beat. "Lovely," she says with a smile.

"I'll come help you, mum," George says, using your legs as a brace to get up.

You kick him without force in the leg. He turns to you, shooting you an adoring, saccharine smile with hands at his chest curved into a heart shape.

"He's in a mood today," Fred says.

Your sleeves bunch under his hands with every upward swipe. You sit there for a while feeling off. Something is wrong, some pit sucking you in, but nothing's happened. It's been a while since you felt this suddenly sick —you're better than you were, but you aren't better.

"It's okay," Fred says, like he can read your mind. His reassurance kisses warm over your cheek. "Do you want to go home?"

He doesn't seem upset with you. If anything, he's chipper, like he'd love to go home with you. It's a charade for your benefit to erase the guilt that comes with yanking him out of family time, and you don't fall for it.

Yet you can't make yourself smile. You aren't as good of an actor as he is. "No," you mumble, pulling away from his loving embrace to meet his eyes.

He inches closer, hand sliding down your arm.

"I love you," he says very quietly. He's at risk of being heard by three different brothers, each of which might rip him to shreds for being as whipped as he sounds.

You don't not want to say it back. Sometimes it's hard. Fred isn't telling you for a parroting, anyhow, and he doesn't care when you fail to answer.

"Let's go help make tea," he says, standing up. You don't want to move, but you'd rather not stay by yourself. You've no choice but to follow him through the living room and into the kitchen.

"Hi, dearie," Molly says. You realise she's talking to you, not Fred. "You look like you need something to eat. I'll make you something sweet, how does that sound?"

It sounds like a bad idea. "That sounds great."

She nudges George off with his tray of tea to stand in front of you. "There's a good girl," she says, squeezing your elbow. "Fred says you're not eating, but you were fine at breakfast. Feeling better?"

"Mum," Fred says, sending you an apologetic look. "Sorry, I don't mean to gossip about you–"

"No, it's okay. It's nice, it's… a privilege to be worried about," you say, though you wish he wouldn't.

Molly shakes her head, ginger kinks swishing over her shoulders. "It's not a privilege, lovely. That's just what family does, mm? You worry about Freddie, he worries about you, and I'll worry about both of you."

"You don't have to worry about us, mum."

"I know. It's a privilege, though, to be the one worrying," Molly says, offering you a gentle smile.

"Right," you say.

"So stop pretending you're okay and have a seat. Freddie, you better go and get her one of your blankets, I think."

Fred grins and exits the kitchen quickly to avoid giving you time to protest. Ever a people pleaser, you sit down at the table in one of the chairs with a tall back. Molly puts down a cup of tea in front of you, swiftly followed by a plate of biscuits, a toasted, buttered currant scone, and a blueberry muffin sliced down the middle.

That's what gets you. The muffin cut in half, paper peeled away. Molly has no reason to like you; you make Fred happy, but you know you've made him so, so sad, sometimes. You've weighed him down. You're not the best he could've had, but his family don't care. He doesn't care. He loves you enough to breeze into the kitchen with a throw blanket, wrap it around your shoulders, and nestle a kiss behind your ear.

You scramble to grab his arms rather than let him stand again. He startles at first, but he recovers, and his arms curl around your front with enthusiasm that can't be faked.

"I love you," he murmurs. Words slid together like he's tipped them out, impossible to deny. "Try not to wind yourself up, alright? It's a normal day. The only people who matter are you and me, yeah?"

"Yeah," you say through a lump.

"I'll be just in the living room if you need me," Molly says.

"Thanks, mum," Fred says, perching his chin atop your head.

He waits for her to leave and plants a kiss on the highest point of your cheek. When you smile, he tracks them all over. Kiss to your head, your ear, the soft line of your jaw.

"Do you want to talk about something? Or should we think about other things?" he asks.

It's a strange, coddling way to ask if there's something in particular that's upset you, but it's nice to be coddled. Truthfully, there's nothing concrete that hurts. A little bit of everything. The world is busy and life is hard and people aren't always kind, and you'll always be unbalanced by that. Luckily, Fred's there to hold you up, together, whatever you need.

"Do you want half of my muffin?" you ask.

"I'm eyeing up your scone, honestly."

"You can have it if you want it."

Fred hugs you tightly. "And deprive you? No way. I'll settle for the muffin if you feed it to me," he says hopefully.

You twist in your chair, holding a bit of the muffin up for him to eat.

"I love you," you say. In a horror story, a nightmare, your nearly constant thoughts, he scoffs in your face.

Fred swallows roughly. "I know. S'why you're gonna let me have half the scone, too."

It's awfully cheesy, but you'd give him much more than a scone. You'd give him anything he asked you to give.

"Greedy," you say.

"I resent that, ghost."

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #a special friend universe

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mazeinthemiroh · 11 months

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Oooh, idk why I didn't realize this before, but you also write for txt!!! Do you have any thoughts on how txt realizes they're in love with you??

-✈️

txt when they realise they're in love

genre: headcanons; romance, fluff

warnings: none

please like and reblog if you enjoy <3

soobin

when he no longer feels awkward around you.

it takes a lot for soobin to settle down with people

the transition from crush to something more has been a bit of a long process

soobin has had to reflect and figure his feelings out on his own which can take time. but when he finally realises and understands his feelings are real for you, a relief takes over him

he feels comfortable around you. he relaxes instead of tenses up. he's not as shy as he was before and looks forward to your visits

he finds your presence warm and welcoming. there are no awkward silences or miscommunications. just comfort and ease, which is something he strives for in his life.

yeonjun

when he can't remember his life without you.

you are so very important to him that you have become his favourite person. his top priority

he spends every minute of every day thinking about you in some capacity. not in an obsessive way. in a gentle way - "oh y/n would like this cafe" or "i wonder what y/n is doing right now, i hope they're okay because i know they were tired before..." stuff like that

he's more thoughtful than he lets on. he loves spending time with you, even the precious spare time that he doesn't get a lot of

and that's how he knew he was falling for you

because he wouldn't give up his free time with just anybody

and you weren't just anybody. you were the one.

beomgyu

when he feels like he's shared his soul with you.

beomgyu likes to joke around but in more personal relationships he craves deepness and intimacy.

he's probably the quickest out of the other members to realise he's in love because i see him as being in tune with his own thoughts and feelings.

he lives for the moments when your both lying on the living room floor together, staring at the ceiling, talking about life and dreams and everything in between

times like these he feels so incredibly in love.

because it feels like an exchange of souls.

vulnerable moments that he isn't used to... he gets emotional when reflecting back on them because they are so precious to him.

because of this, he just wants to give you his whole heart.

taehyun

when he finds himself caring more for you than anyone else.

not that he is neglectful of his friends or anything. he's still very much a balanced human being.

but he is finding himself to be more motivated with love and affection purely by his feelings for you.

in other words, you've helped him become a more healthier version of himself.

the way he treats others has improved dramatically. he's looking out for them more actively and is more observational instead of staying in his thoughts.

and he takes care of himself better too, making sure to eat properly and stay hydrated.

all of this self-improvement stuff all comes down to his lovey-dovey feelings for you. he doesn't know what to do with all this love he now has so he starts expressing in ways he hasn't down before.

hueningkai

when he feels absolutely accepted.

he feels so comfortable being himself around you, not feeling the need to hold himself back as he does with other people

there are only very few people who really get him. he's unique and a precious boy that should be cherished, and some people don't appreciate him the way you do.

that's why he's so, so grateful that he has met you. it genuinely feels like a fairytale to him, how this all happened. because he often questions why you hang out with him and why you love spending time with him so much.

at one point, he guards his heart, becoming distant because he feels that it's all too good to be true.

but he's able to see that you love him just as much as he loves you. and life could never be more sweeter to him than now.

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ivysangel · 4 months

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Okay but if partition is dicks song then DANCE FOR YOU is JASONS

plz give me ur address so i can send you an engagement ring, i've already bought it for you. you are so real you are so fucking real for this one, like dare i say...more real than partition (wrote this before i knew you guys weren’t the same omg just a lil jokey joke) ??? *gasps* ???? no, but when beyoncé said, 'tonight i'm gonna put my body on your body,' i felt that bc if EYE was the significant other of jason todd, someone would have to pry me off of him like a pitbull with someone's leg in their mouth. can't believe 'dance for you' is about jay-z, like...anyway!! (smut under the cut)

insecure jason has my heart, not bc i particularly enjoy the prospect of people being insecure but because it just makes so much sense, and it's such a stark contrast to how he appears as the red hood so it's kinda just like...like idk it does smth to me. need to jump his bones so fucking bad.

but the idea that sometimes his insecurities get the best of him when it comes to you, the notion that in every other aspect of his life he can put them aside to get shit done EXCEPT when it comes to you because he gets in his own head about your relationship. he doesn't think he's good enough for you, he thinks you deserve better, thinks one day he's gonna fuck up so bad you just won't come back to him. and that just simply isn't true.

'loving you is really all that's on my mind/and i can't help but think about it day and night' it's so beyond absurd that he feels insecure in your relationship because he literally takes up 98% of your brain capacity. he doesn't even realize how absolutely down horrendous you are for him and it kills you !!!! how can this kind, loving, sexy, sometimes murderous man not realize how you can't live without him ?? so you do the only thing you can do, you fuck him.

'i just wanna show you how much i appreciate you, yes/wanna show you how much i'm dedicated to you, yes' he's so fucking annoying (loving) the way he questions why you're dressed up in red lingerie on a random day in the middle of the week, but it's like ?? if he's not gonna believe you when you say you love him, then ig you're just gonna have to fuck knock some sense into him. 'tonight it's goin down,' and down it literally goes, like you go down on him and give him some of greatest head of his life and your panties go down when you fuck him into understanding how much he means to you.

'wanna make that body rock/sit back and watch' you've got him under you, the minimal amount of clothing you were wearing is currently occupying the floor of your bedroom, and you're straddling him, leaving kisses up and down his body, kissing each scar, and whispering "i love you's" in between each one as he watches from lidded eyes, hands gripping and grabbing at anything he could reach. 'show you, show you, show you, 'til you through with me' words sometimes just weren't enough for jason. people had said things to him so many times and made so many promises just to break them. actions don't always speak louder than words, but in his case, they surely did.

'this is beyond sex/i'm high on you/if it's real then you know how i feel' you're riding him, rolling your hips into him as you draw out groan after groan. yes, you're quite literally having sex. but it's just more than that this time; it's a declaration of love, his confirmation that there is nobody except him for you. there will never be anybody but him.

'in my mind, all i can think about is a frame for our future/and the pictures of the past/and a chance to make this love last.' letting jason get lost in his own head is the last thing you'd ever want to happen, it hurts you so bad that he can't see himself the way you see him. when the sex is over, and you're both sweaty and out of breath, you caress his chest and whisper sweet nothings, letting him know that everything you'd said when he was balls deep in you was completely true, that you love all of him and you'd do anything to make sure he knew that.

(this one was not as good as partition, but my points still stand !!! partition + dance for you anons, you guys are so real u don't even know. ughhhhh i just love jason. need to fuck him so bad)

#★ dirty laundry ★#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd smut #jason todd lover

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y2kas13 · 2 months

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Part two…

I think I may have perceived the Neil druckmann situation to be a little different than you did. Neil druckmann is from Israel and witnessed this brutality and genocide first hand, since Palestine and Israel have been fighting for many years! He said witnessing this caused a deep anger in him that he harnessed when writing tlou2…

I thought he was using art to make a comment on the situation. Like, he wanted to show that constant fighting over land and religion never leads to anything good. Literally, they showed that the constant fighting between the scars and WLF lead to the demise of both groups. As Shakespeare said, art holds a mirror to reality. Through art, we can make intentional choices that will evoke certain feelings in people. Because of all of the vengeance and violence they participated in, Abby and Ellie both lost everything. Could it be that this theme was missed by you? Art is meant to evoke visceral responses, so it kinda seems like he did his job with that. Also, he supplied financial support to both the Palestine and Israelis, so I’m not entirely sure how it was concluded that he hates Palestine. (I think what is happening oversees is absolutely disgusting, but I don’t see how Naughty Dog is perpetuating the war. Also, you never know what someone has been through or seen, so you really can’t condemn people for compartmentalizing in order to make it through. That is how/why some people are able to temporarily put the bad shit to the back of their mind for a few hours while they click some buttons on a controller.) What is the goal with not buying remastered tlou2? I want to help, but I don’t see how not purchasing a video game will make anything better. I want to understand. Remastered was auto-downloaded to my ps5, since I had it in my wishlist for a while. They already have my money for it, so might as well play it? They can’t benefit anymore from me playing it I don’t think…

while I can agree in the game you see how both side's actions are harmful to one another this isn't the case in real life. In Tlou its clear cut that no side is truly "evil" just the product of violence that isn't their own until they take on the violence but that's not the case in real life with Palestine and Isreal which is where I believe you are misconstruing what I'm trying to say. Palestine didn't do anything to Israel at least not in the same capacity as what Israel has done to them.

Tlou and Palestine/Israeli conflict are different in the sense that there is clear right and wrong, now am I going to sit here and say Palestine is completely 100% innocent no. But in this conflict yes. The people of Palestine shouldn't have to suffer because another nation wants to selfishly take what not there's and kill them to get it.

I am not claiming he hates Palestine but I don't think its fair for him to act like its some their both bad and good on both sides Israelis can walk free in their streets while Palestinians wonder if they will be shot down in there own to "be made an example of". it's not a fair nor accurate representation of the truth.

Not purchasing Tlou 2 shows that using real-world suffering for your profit and gain and not even doing them justice and being fair isn't right nor will be tolerated.

If you truly "want to help" and understand don't argue with me in my asks listing to the dozens of real Palestinians begging you to do what you can and if that means not buying a game then so be it. don't you think they want to be able to sit back and a play game.

I hope this cleared up for you and others why people like me are putting the pressure to not buy and boycott the game.

#ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #free gaza #palestine #the last of us #free palestine #gaza genocide

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Spider-Man (2018) Aftermath Otto vs Spidey Boss-Battle Ramble

Just finished playing Spider-Man (2018) and that final Peter & Otto scene RUINED me. I expected to lose it when Aunt May would die, bcs they were setting it up to end like that, but gosh, I did not expect that heartbreaking scene between mentor and student.

To me, that final scene between them was such a good depiction of someone like Otto who is mentally unstable/ill, and it isn't their fault, but they lose their way and lash out. And Peter, who is like a carer, someone close to that hurt person, who loves them, and wants to help, but they can't anymore.

It's like Peter says to Otto when he tells him that he can't save him. "I guess you'll have to save yourself." It's the motions that they go through during the conversation, how it shifts because of how Peter doesn't respond the way Otto wants/hopes. The way Otto suffers, we can understand it and partially sympathise, and we are able to do this purely because of Peter's perspective, bcs of the journey we go through with him up to that point. Peter loves Otto, and it hurts to hear him talk the way he does. It hurts him to know about the terrible things Otto did that has hurt all of NYC...all of it is far from who he knew the man to be before.

"You were everything I wanted to be!" This line really got to me in particular. How, while Otto tires to backtrack and get out of the situation the best he can, if he could only convince Peter, it doesn't work, bcs it just shows Peter just how far gone Otto is from what he knew. And yet, despite that knowledge, despite his crimes, and despite the trouble, the betrayal, the physical assault made against him, the attempted manipulations, and Aunt May...despite all of it, Peter chose kindness. He chose to look after Otto.

Otto: I should have known you'd turn on me, just like all the others.

Peter: Turn? Turn? I worshipped you! Your mind...your conscience, wanting to help others...the way you never gave up!

Otto: That's because men like us have a duty. A responsibility. To use our talents in the service of others. Even if they don't appreciate it...we have to do what's best for those beneath us. Whether they understand it or not.

Peter: No. You're wrong. You were everything I wanted to be! You just...threw it away!

Otto: Yes, of course. You're right, Peter. I see that now. The neural interface affected my mind. But I can fix it. We can fix it...together. If you'll help me.

Peter: I'll do everything I can. I'll make sure you get the best help.

Otto: No! If they put me away, they'll take my arms! I'll be trapped in this *useless* body! Please, Peter.

Otto: That...wasn't me. You said...you'd never abandon me, you promised, remember? And, of course, you'll rest easy knowing your secret is safe with me.

Peter: You do what you think is best, Doc. It's all any of us can.

Otto: Peter-?

Peter: Even when it hurts like hell.

Otto: Peter? Where are you going? Peter? PETER!!

This whole bit shows Otto trying different tactics but at his core he's scared of being vulnerable, of not having his arms. I'm not sure if Otto came back for a few moments or not. However, I am sure that when he began to agree with Peter, telling him he was right, and trying to show that they're similar, and subtly said that they're superior to everyone else...that was definitely manipulative in nature.

Does he still care for Peter in some capacity? Honestly, it is difficult to tell, it was left ambiguous. I personally hope that somewhere deep down Otto does still care for Peter. He did tell him that he saw him as a son, but whether or not that was also manipulation or partially true idk. I hope we get to have a scene of him regarding Peter in the sequel, or a mention of him at least. I mean, Peter lost two people he loved in one day and both were very traumatising. Hopefully, it won't be swept under the rug completely.

#rambles #spider-man 2018 #spider-man ps4 #otto octavius #peter parker

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Prize of War

Chapter 5

King!Diavolo x F!Princess!Mc

Adult content, read at your own risk. Not beta read.

Waking had been a nightmare. Between the headache and nausea, your thighs and ankles were stiff, everytime you would move they would burn and only serve to hurt your stomach more.

You're in Asmodeus's room, which doesn't make any sense. The King was to bed you.

Yet even sitting up and pulling up your dress, it's just the same bruises as before. No new ones, no blood. It doesn't seem as if he touched you at all.

You're thankful for it. Maybe he realized he was being a monster and decided to show some humanity. What ever the case may be, you're just happy to be untouched by the man.

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Diavolo has mulled over Barbatos's words most of the night, even most of the afternoon.

Love. It's a foreign concept. Adoration from the people is a form of love, but it's one he needs not participate in to have it. He could hire a working woman, he almost went out himself and procured one...

"Maybe you hope to find someone who wants to stay in your bed when the morning comes."

Damn Barbatos for putting such a weak thought into his mind.

Just because he thought to unite the lands through marriage means nothing. Yes, he may like the way you react to him, but that is far fetched from love. Just because he enjoys your blush, your shyness and gentle nature...

It's utterly preposterous.

Yet the thought of a woman not looking to the nightstand for a stack of gold coins...it would be a lie to say he wouldn't like to see the day...

Damn Barbatos.

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"Ugh, how can your stomach feel so bad yet be hungry?"

Solomon just laughs as he sets his books down. "Eating can help. It will either sooth your stomach or make you vomit, which would make you feel better later." He tilts his head. "Though if you do vomit I do not know where a new dress would be."

"Someone can just throw me in the lake again." You grumble. "Can I find Lucifer and vomit on his new shiny boots?"

"I think it's a great idea, though it would most likely upset Asmo." He shrugs as he digs through his stack of books and hands you one. "This one is a great place to start, and I've also enchanted it so if you do vomit on it, it will not ruin the book. So don't worry, and if you have any questions, let me know."

"Thank you." You give a weak smile as you reach for the book. As your fingers barely ghost the cover you can't help but pull back. "Ouch!" You inspect your hand, there nothing there, and there doesn't seem to be anything on the book.

Solomon quickly throws the book to the bed and has you by the wrist, yanking you from Asmodeus's bed.

"Ah! Solomon!" His quick pace as he drags you to God knows where is making your stomach roll and pressing on your bruises isn't helping either. It's only about a minute, but your stomach has never felt angrier.

He opens a heavy set wood door and drags you through, almost throwing you forward as he pulls you with him.

"What brings you by?" Lucifer snarks.

"She can cast." He's breathless as he locks eyes with Diavolo. "The grimoire is the same one I hand everyone, looking for reactions and to get a sense of possibility. She reacted to it. She will be able to cast, as to the capacity, I don't know. We came straight here."

"Oh no." It's the last words your get out before your stomach gives out and last night's dinner hits the floor.

Solomon puts his arm around your waist and makes sure your hair is out of the way. He is sorry that his sudden excitement has caused your stomach to reach its limit, but he also can't stop the small smile creeping up his face.

You've vomited right onto Lucifers new shiny boots completely on accident.

Lucifer takes a deep breathe, and without a word takes his boots off, leaving them exactly where he stood and leaves Diavolos office.

Solomon uses his sleeve to wipe your mouth as he moves you to one of the chairs across the desk from Diavolo.

This can't possibly be the woman Barbatos believes he yearns for.

Yet as you look up to him panting, cheeks flushed and looking absolutely miserable, he wants nothing more than to smooth your hair back and gently tease you.

Fucking Barbatos.

"Take her back to my chambers, alert the maids to draw a bath and go seek Asmodeus. He can get her changed and tend to her. We will discuss the matter after."

"No need. I'm sure he went to fetch a sword." You pant, leaning over the chair as your stomach still rolls. "Asmo is going to be upset."

"If it were on purpose, yes. I do apologize for my rough treatment of you. I will take the blame." He calmly strokes your hair as you close your eyes and will away the need to vomit anymore. "Though I do have to say, once Satan hears of the news, he will be absolutely delighted."

There's merriment in the sorcerers tone, but you can't find the will to laugh as you try not to puke onto Diavolos floors anymore.

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Solomon has done as instructed and one of the staff have taken care of the mess.

It is unsettling. It is only because Barbatos brought it up and it's at the front of his mind. That's all it is. The need to check on you is just that - Barbatos's meddling. The same with the small spark of whatever was growing in his chest watching Solomon be delicate with you, even going as far to use his sleeve to clean your face of sweat and vomit.

The man has put false thoughts into his head and he will not have it... though as he finds his feet taking him to his chambers he can't help but growl.

You're important for his future. For his goals. It's the only reason he is checking on you. If you die on your own vomit he will not mourn you, just the loss of his chances to unite the lands.

You're just sitting down in his bath, back to him. He's barely missed your butt by mere moments and he cast the regret of being just a few seconds late aside.

Watching you sink down into the water and hold the side of his tub for dear life isn't endearing. It isn't innocent and cute to watch you deal with your first hangover, and no, he does not want to join you in the bath for the express purpose of washing you carefully himself.

He turns quickly and stomps from the room.

Meddling. Nothing more.

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Amso still doesn't know you vomited on his brothers boots, and you hope he never finds out.

He's just as kind as last time he helped you dress. Helping with the corset and clasp like last time.

"This is amazing! If you can cast, Diavolo will surely want to keep you here. You'll never have to fear going to the Barracks." He can't contain his smile. It means you'll be here and kept safe no matter what. A Princess and a sorcerer?! You'll be too valuable to be mistreated and it will secure your safety!

The dress he has on hand is the same style as yesterday, the decorative embroidery is silver and the color is lilac. It's a softer look that seems to fit you well.

You aren't sure what to say. What if it was just an accident? It means you've gotten their hopes up for nothing.

"I've never seen him give a test. This is exciting!" He squeals as you slip your heels on. "Seriously, no matter what happens, it's only a good thing. Even if it just like, something small or anything!"

"What if nothing happens? Then everyone has gotten excited for nothing."

"Not true! Even if you have a hard time casting, the fact it's there, and the possibility means it can be strengthened over time. It's not 'can you cast' its 'when'." He smiles. "Besides, it means you'll be able to read the old language and help Solomon. There are so many books and information that he just doesn't have the time to search through."

You let out a sigh as he grabs your hand and excitedly leads you out of the bath and outside.

It's beautiful. The grass is green, the trees full of colors and there's even walkways around the flower beds and benches.

Most of the men from dinner are here as well. You can't help but frown.

Solomon meets you halfway to the group, taking your other hand and explaining what your to do. There are three task. One will be very simple. He just needs you to read a few excerpts from a few books. Once that's done, he'll tell you the next one.

Asmo let's go of your hand, allowing Solomon to lead you to the patio table. Picking up the first book, he opens it and faces it towards you, leaning it open on his chest as he holds the book open. "We'll start with this page."

Your confused to say the least. "I can read. I was taught by the maids." You weren't aware it would be a literacy test...

"So you see this clearly?"

You move the book in his arms as you hold both sides of the book. "It's written plain as day." You tell him before reading the whole left page outloud. It's only once you get to the right page he pulls back and closes the book, going for another.

This one is much thicker. It looks like its been through a storm and sat at the bottom of a tub for years. He wishes you to read a passage and nothing more outloud.

You're not sure why sorcerers are a dying breed. The instructions are here and easy to read. Someone just need the time and patience to do such things...

He grabs for another, showing the book to all that are in attendance while he has Asmodeus take you to view the flower beds. It isn't until he motions to the two of you do you return.

He hands you the book. "Find page forty seven."

There is a smile in his eyes and it makes you nervous. You do as instructed and open the book, resting it on your arms as you hands hold the top and press it against your torso. "Now read line twelve to twenty-seven."

Your eyes scan the page, looking for the little number twelve and as you find it you begin to read. It sounds like gibberish and while you do stutter over some words, you complete the task. "What did you just read?" His smile reaches his eyes as he looks to you.

"About how when you add water to the mixture it can become unstable if you've used too much plant matter as a substitute." Huh...you could have sworn you read gibberish... and looking down to the page again, it is just that. Gibberish.

He let's out a small laugh and a happy hum. "You've done very well so far."

"How did I get that idea from...well...this." You motion to the book in your arms as he reaches to take it back and set it on the table.

"That will be explained later. For the moment, I need you to stand over here." He grabs your shoulders and directs where he wishes you to stand. His hands lift your arms out in front of you and position your hands. It feels ridiculous. "Now, once I step back, I need you to repeat my words. I simply need the distance to help me gage what's happening around you." He tells you the words and steps back. Telling you to start when you're ready.

You wonder what's supposed to happen. If he is getting range...it puts you off. You glance back to the crowd and Asmo and Solomon have nothing but smiles to offer as you turn back around. You whisper the words cautiously and wait. It doesn't seem like anything is happening as you slowly turn yourself around and frown, shrugging to Asmo.

Solomon approachs, turning you back around quickly by the hips and standing behind you, holding your arms up and positioning your hands again. "You need to mean the words. You've got fear, I understand. You're completely lost in this, but I ask that you place your trust in me, and if not me, Asmodeus. He wouldn't let me do anything that could harm you. It would only upset him. Plus, it is not as if I am Lucifer." He laughs as he tilts your chin up and removes his other hand from your hip. He repeats the words again.

You swallow thickly and take a few deep breaths, doing your best to keep yourself calm as you say the words outloud. They sound just as weak as before and you want to quit. They're expecting too much of you...but this could be what saves you from Diavolo throwing you to the barracks and Lucifer from running you through. This offers safety.

You give it your all, thinking of nothing but the words.

You even stand still in place for a full minute after.

You drop your arms and hang your head. There will be no protection for you...

You're brought from your thoughts when the sky begins to darken and a heavy downpour seemingly comes from nowhere. Turning quickly you can see the others move for cover as Solomon and Diavolo stay in place. You can feel them staring at you and you aren't sure what to do. "Did I do anything?" You yell out across the distance over the heavy sound of the hard rain.

"You're standing in it, Princess." It's Diavolo deep voice that answers, and your confused as your hair begins to stick to your face.

"What do you mean?!"

Surely he doesn't mean to tell you a sudden summer storm is your doing. The lightning on the horizon makes Solomon laugh as thunder rumbles.

"He means you've saved the farmers of the land from poor harvest. The rains haven't come yet as they should have and you've brought them salvation." Solomon yells. "Families will eat this winter."

You turn back to look at the the storm clouds as the winds pick up. Salvation?

"Get her inside with the others."

Diavolo watches as Solomon goes to your side and grabs your hand, pulling you quickly behind him. He watches as your wet skirt still bounces against the lace and as your thighs shine with the summer storm you've managed to conjure.

You've saved his people in ways he isn't able to himself. His land will know of strong bounties under his first year as King because of your abilities.

You looked utterly beautiful standing in the storm you created. Bewildered look on your face before turning to witness your work. Even completely soaked you still managed to stir him. Not every woman can manage to look attractive in a storm.

He only sees you again after Asmodeus has helped you change out of your wet dress. He'll need to be sure to send Asmodeus into town later to order more. He'll speak with Mammon tonight about what to do while the tailors make more dresses. He should have more in his shipment.

Regardless of the missive that ends up on his desk by tomorrow, he already knows his plan of action.

If it's a waiting game he must play, he will. You're much too valuable now and he needs to let you know you need not fear the barracks or Lucifer. It could make you flee eventually and he can't have that, especially now that he plans to wed you to unite the lands.

He tells himself it is because you are his 'prize' and valuable asset for use. While true, it makes it easy to forget the weak thoughts Barbatos has brought to light.

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This dress is yellow, with black embroidery. It's just as soft as the other two, but the sheer brightness of it makes you smile. A yellow dress! Who could have ever guessed you'd be able to wear something so bright in your life!

You can't help but spin around and around, watching the skirt follow you and flop as your change directions. You had even made it rain! Today couldn't get much better.

The door opens and you pay it no mind. It's just Asmodeus returning with the shoes and your much too enthralled with such a beautiful dress to look up. "I've never worn yellow." You spin back to the right. "This is the best dress yet. If I had worn something so beautiful she would have had my head." You can't stop the giggle that leaves you as you jump up and down a few times, watching the skirt and lace bounce with you before spinning some more. "Asmo, is it truly okay I wear these?"

"I own them. From now on any dress you desire shall be yours. Though I myself liked the red." Diavolo shrugs with a grin.

You freeze in place and you can't bring yourself to look up. Diavolo has caught you milling about as a child, playing with your fancy dress without a care in the world.

He can see the back of your neck flush from the door way as he closes the door behind him. He strides across the room to stand in front of you, holding out your matching shoes. The fact your panties will match even your shoes and dress make his eyes linger on your form for a moment before he takes your hand and walks you to the bed.

You stop just short of it and he sighs. "I am not bedding you now. You simply need your shoes." He assures as he sets them on the nightstand and takes a step back. You don't sit, instead opting to lean against his nightstand and quickly put them on. "I do require we speak." He moves about the room to a large set of doors.

You've never looked inside and it seems to hold drawers and hangers from what you can see past his form.

When he moves to remove his shirt, you quickly turn around to give him privacy. You can hear rustling and you study the wood grain of the nightstand intensely.

"Your abilities have helped those I could not."

On instinct, you turned to face him. It was rude not to look at someone as they spoke and years of the maids getting on your case have now doomed you. His back is just as toned as you would have guessed, but what makes you gasp are the scars that run in every direction along it. The scarring looks older, they contrast against his dark skin.

He turns his head over his shoulder to look at you. "Starring is quite rude, Princess, or perhaps you enjoy looking upon your King?"

You can hear his smirk as you cover your face and turn away.

"Though if you wish to look, I will not stop you." You can hear his deep chuckle and it only makes your face grow hotter. "I am told that my abdomen is a sight to behold. Though most women seem to adore my chest and what lays under my pants far more."

You want to squeal! This is such a personal and... erotic talk and you don't think you can handle much more.

He's changed his shirt, not bothering with the buttons yet he moves to you and gently turns you around by the hips. It would be a lie to say he hasn't thought about touching them since seeing the sorcerer touch you much the same.

He pulls your hands from your face and it's adorable. You're an absolute mess, and all he lacks is a buttoned shirt. He moves your hands to lay flat against his chest, and if he didn't know better he would say he can see your heart beating out of your chest as he lays his hands over yours.

"In three months times we will be wed. You will become the Queen of my lands. I will take you on our wedding night like all good husband's should. The only requirement between that moment and now is that you study under Solomon. Your skills are useful to the people, just as his, but he is just one man. Not only that, but it will help the unification to have such a Princess who cares for the people and continues to care after she becomes Queen. After our marriage, you will still be allowed to study, but you will answer to no one but myself and my word will be law as King and your husband."

"What?" You move back, but his hands are firm on yours against his chest. He holds both of yours with just one and cups your face with the other.

"Would you wish me on my knees begging? If I get on my knees for you, I'll not do so without having a taste of what I want." His voice is barely above a pur.

His smirk makes your face heat, and your not even sure what he means, the question stumbles out before you can stop yourself. "T-taste?"

He can't help the hum that leaves him as he pulls you to his chest. "Cunnilingus, my Princess." His hand slowly trails up your skirt and the gasp you make has his cock throbbing in his trousers. He can feel your lace panties as he strokes your hip with his thumb and whispers into your ear. "My tounge gets to taste what these cute little yellow panties hide." He makes a point to brush his fingers lightly against the lace infront of your pussy before dropping his hand from your dress completely as he presses a kiss to your cheek before completely pulling away.

"So let me know if you wish me on my knees. I've no qualms about kneeling for such a woman who is set to be my Queen. I promise on my crown I won't stop until you're satisfied, Princess." The wink he leaves you with has your knees weak, but that could also be from the fact a man has just touched you in such a salacious area for the first time in your life.

Either way, you're on your knees and utterly breathless after the door closes.

Diavolo continues to smile as he leans against the door. He needs speak with Barbatos. The damn man has filled his head with these thoughts, now he can do the paper work that comes with it.

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#obey me #obey me!#obey me diavolo #obey me! diavolo #diavolo x mc #diavolo x reader

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flightfoot · 2 years

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Why do you think in the fandom eyes Lukadrien is more appealing than Adrino? I said more appealing because it's not hard to find Lukadrien fic while I need to dig deep to find an Andrino one, which is weird considering Adrien has more chemistry with Nino than Luka. I hope I'm not repeating the question in case you've had similar things before and I don't intend this as a salt as I'm genuinely curious about it but you're also free to ignore this if this make your uncomfortable.

It's a fair question, and you're not the first to notice. Phantomstatistician made a shipping chart for Adrien, and there were more Lukadrien fics than Adrino ones, nearly twice as many, actually, even though Luka has only been around since season 2, and doesn't know Adrien nearly as well as Nino does.

A lot of it - maybe even most of it - is down to white gay couples' popularity compared to ships where one or both of the people in it are black, though there are other reasons why someone might go for Lukadrien rather than Adrino (though I personally prefer Adrino by a lot, I only occasionally read Lukadrien fics).

Luka is more popular than Nino. He's had a lot of fans since he first showed up, since well, he's extremely nice and plays the guitar. People like to ship their favorite characters with each other, often even when other ships would make more sense given the situation and the characters' personalities.

Nino is taken, Luka is not. Nino and Alya have been in a committed (and adorable!) relationship since season 1. Luka, by contrast, was only officially dating Marinette for all of one episode, Truth, though he's pretty clearly had a crush on her since he was introduced. A lot of people want Luka to be happy, and often that means that they want to pair him up with someone, even if that someone isn't the person he's canonically crushing on (likely because m/m couples are far more popular on AO3 than m/f ones). Nino, meanwhile, is really happy in his current relationship with Alya, and we've seen how much the thought of her being in love with someone else, not being with her, devastates him in Rocketear.

A preference for different ship dynamics. Nino is Adrien's best friend, and they like just hanging out together. Stories shipping them tend to involve Nino helping Adrien escape from Gabriel. Okay granted that's a LOT of fics that involve Adrien in any capacity, but it's more common with Adrino than most, since a lot of their more prominent episodes together involve Nino trying to help him get more happiness and freedom even while under Gabriel's thumb. Despite the focus on Adrien's life circumstances, Adrino fics are relatively egalitarian in perspective, with both Adrien and Nino frequently being viewpoint characters, exploring their thoughts and emotions towards and about each other, and showing how and why they fell for each other. Lukadrien fics are a lot more skewed, with the vast majority of them being from Adrien's perspective, rather than Luka's. They also tend to have the characters fall for each other a lot more quickly, akin to Love at First Sight, with less explanation beyond them just thinking the other person is cute and nice. Luka ships are often very fluffy and are based on the author wanting the person he's paired with to be happy and pampered and showered with warmth and comfort, without needing to stress about their partner's emotional well-being too much, since he's happy just so long as the person he loves is happy. Lukadrien is no exception. If you just want Adrien to have a stress-free relationship, Lukadrien does the trick nicely.

Those are the main reasons I came up with. Like I said, I prefer Adrino - I like Nino better than Luka, and I strongly prefer the more egalitarian approach that Adrino fics have, where both members often have their emotions and thoughts fleshed out to some degree, even if the focus is still skewed towards Adrien - but I do see the appeal of Lukadrien fics as well.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #adrino #lukadrien

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dooby ! hello mi luv hehe i hope u are doin’ vv well and hope u don’t mind if i sneak my way into ur mailbox ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა i saw your taggies on the sae post i tagged u in ‘n i have 2 say i need moar of your lil’ thoughts of sae ! honestly the itoshi brothers jus’ give me da vibes of sour patch kids ૮ ꒰˶ - ࡇ •˶꒱ ა first they’re sour then they’re sweet (they also have da emotional capacity of da sour patch kids i swearrr!)

hehe hello!! u can stop by my inbox anytime kayla!!

and omg yea i have a lot to say abt sae ... and i guess rin too - both brothers are so emo and grumpy but so soft at the same time... but lets focus on sae first.. i made a similar post a while back regarding my headcanons of him being a softie but let's do both a personal/relationship 'deep-ish dive'.

even tho we haven't had his background story yet i think we all kinda know that he probably didn't have the best time in spain - i think in the manga ego touched a lil bit on this that young prodigies often get ahead of themselves and place themselves on such high pedestals that they crash and burn when they're actually surrounded by pro players. and most likely happened to sae. which leads to him redoing his whole career goal and then focusing all his time on proving to others that he does belong in their world (pro football) for the next several years aboard. comes back as a totally new, edgier self and doesn't know anything but his worth in football.

and i agree that he lacks major social skills (the way he talked to the JFU officials and other pro-strikers - but i hope to god he's nice to women tho... LOL). i think he just says whatever comes to mind first?? even if those thoughts are very crude and blunt.

but when it comes to people he likes (aka i still think he cares about rin to a degree ... doesn't show it outright??) i think he definitely has harsher expectations of them. says mean things but he wants them to become better versions of themselves. he doesn't really know how to give compliments/advice like a regular person.

i mentioned this in the tags but sae isn't good w his words so i think he mainly expresses his intentions through actions. but he's going to be a bit awkward w his actions obviously. doesn't let a lot of people into his personal life, probably locks every emotion away from the people he works with, and struggles with being expressive.

starts off with longing stares across the room -> trying to time his schedule to match with yours -> 'accidentally' brushing hands -> he sneaks your favorite drink/snack on your table before you get in -> acts disinterested whenever you ask him for help but secretly celebrating inside

i see him ultimately as a gentle bully partner hehe he'll be a bit more forward about his emotions the more comfortable he gets around his partner. doesn't sugarcoat his thoughts and will just give his opinion straight there. gets a lot bolder with his actions too, and probably says the most heart-swooning lines with a straight face.

doesn't really 'plan' dates?? i feel like he's more like 'yeah we can check this place out' walks around some more and 'oh lets see whats over there' and so forth. def open to exploring new places and more of a sightseer versus an activity person (at least in my head).

and omg i do have a playlist dedicated to the guy too but here are some songs i think are so him when in a relationship: Oceans & Engines by NIKI (big big big one!!), Sugar by Brockhampton, Snow on the Beach by Taylor and Lana (i know you have this song for you and isagi in ur selfship lore hehe), Die for You by Joji, and Love me Like That by Sam Kim (i beg of u to listen and agree w me).

ok ok last bullet point but i wanna jot down what things remind me of sae (or rather types of things he'll do whether by himself or in a relationship) before i end haha - hiking/kayaking, has a mini wine cooler probably, making curated playlists for each other, goes out of his way to buy you medicine and food the moment you say you're feeling unwell, kinda cooks but also kinda sucks at it, very big on cuddles and praising you, forehead kisses/forehead bumps, also a cheek pinch type of guy, food cart >> fancy restaurants, hates arguing but doesn't really know how to resolve them without getting slightly defensive/coming off as detached, loves having deep convos with you late night until he falls asleep mid-sentence.

ok yup thats it. im normal abt him >:(

#this ended up being very long whoops #but like #you understand why im crazy for him right #maybe a bit too crazy #doobea answers ⋆˚✿˖°#but thank you for asking heheh #and thank u again for the tag earlier too :3

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foulflame · 29 days

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Misc / Abilities.

Time to ramble about some shit no one cares about prompted by discussions I've seen in my for you page that that made me start thinking about this; been meaning to post about this for a while tbh !

So this is about Toya/Dabi and his flames / abilities. Like essentially the discussions I've seen talk about how he was 'depowered' and whatever and I'm like, I'm a little confused where the idea comes from. Because yeah, he's powerful and he's considered one of the most powerful members of the League beside Shigaraki, but the thing about the League is.... A lot of them either don't have "powerful" quirks, or they're limited in how they use their quirks due to disability or mental illness.

This is completely true of the users with the most "powerful/useful" quirks. Dabi, Shigaraki and Twice. Shigaraki and Twice had trauma that held their otherwise powerful/valuable quirks back. While in Dabi's case it wasn't/isn't as much his mental trauma but rather its more his physical disability.

For me, in Dabi's case there is two reasons he's "depowered". The first one is the obvious one, I think. Dabi has to practice restraint when he uses his flames because they hurt him. Even if he doesn't feel the pain his body becomes damaged so he still has to be careful and the second one is the fact that Dabi wasn't ever actually trained to use his flames. This means his technique is a little rough, its not near as polished as say Shoto or Endeavors.

Dabi has largely taught himself all the skills he has and many of them are crude replicas of his fathers. ( Which kinda speaks to his underlying talent, Dabi's out here taking on pro heroes and keeping level with them when these are people who have been extensively trained while Dabi's just faking it till he makes it, basically. )

Dabi's trump with his flames is the sheer heat of them and the fact they get stronger with his emotions. Hes completely aware of these things.

Nextly, Dabi knows how dangerous his flames are not just to himself but to everyone around him. So he uses them selectively, especially in group situations. He tries not to use them in confined spaces or small areas where his teammates are because yeah, they could get burned to death really easily if he was "fighting" at his "full capacity."

Personally, as far as my headcanons go, Dabi's had expereinces with accidentally burning/killing people, at least one of them he cared about.

And for me, this probably helped shape that part of him that sees himself as someone who is damned to hell and a bunch of the other obviously very negative views he has on himself. In fact, if anything, Dabi hasn't shown himself to view himself in a positive light at all, like, completely the opposite. Like he already had some really negative views of himself due to his father's rejection of him and the idea that he was a "failure" due to his quirk. Which was obviously made a lot worse by essentially being told after his accident that his body was ruined and he could never go back to how he was before. All Dabi's ever been told / shown in life is that he's a failure/mistake.

And just a side note, I truly believe Dabi blames himself deep down inside for every problem in his family given in Dabi's POV, as a little kid, he'll always have the impression that his family got messed up because he failed due to his quirk not being what his father wanted and not being able to live up to his father's expectations of him. He's the reason Natsuo and Shoto were born as they were explicitly his replacements.

Which makes him the reason Natsuo was neglected due to also not having the right quirk and the reason Shoto and his mom were abused. He sees his failure as the reason for all of it. As a kid he thought he could fix it by working hard and showing his father he could still be a hero and wasn't a failure but now ? Yeah, he's still trying to "fix" it in a way - except now his idea of fixing it is purging Enji, Shoto and himself from the world.

But anyway, slightly off tangent, I mentioned before but we know Dabi wasn't known for any serious/actual crimes before he joined the League, yet Dabi claims he's killed around 30 people. I could say a bulk of this was probably that group of petty thugs who tried to join the League while insulting his appearance as there seemed to be at least 10 guys there. Plus he had to cremate another group of about 10-15 people in the fight against the MLA. Then we have Snatch. So theres a majority of his kills there. So the other 4 ? Imo, 3 of those were accidents. Which is part of some insane headcanon/lore I made up that I'll likely talk about more soon.

Then, we also have Dabi's insistence on pushing people away and being distanced from others and not needing anyone and wanting to do things on his own and imo, in my headcanon it ties together heavily in all this - like, all of this factors together.

Going back to Dabi's emotions having a huge influence on his quirk he's aware if he does get emotional it can also go pretty damn badly. So he pretty much does his best to just not feel things, keep his emotions as "in check" as possible, and be as aloof and unattached to stuff as he can muster, even if he has to force it.

Of course, the results vary because at the end of the day he is human, with thoughts and feelings and he does care about the people he's got to know, even if he wont ever say it that way. But his past expereinces and his abandonment issues means he doesn't really trust others easy and moreover he doesn't entirely trust himself either because of how easy his quirk can over take him and cause extreme damage/death for not just him but others as well.

And as a note, yeah, he is suicidal but his suicidal ideation comes with conditions. Boys not just trying to kill himself at every/any time. He's highly self destructive but its all got a overarching purpose behind it. He's thought this out extensively, so yeah he's gonna preserve himself until he gets to face his dad/brother THEN burning to death and dying while preferably taking them with him is the goal but those conditions have to be met first. There are a few other circumstances that will void this but they're rare, such as, a battle against All Might himself for example. Dabi wouldn't see much issue in killing himself during/for that either.

#headcanons

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hatecharredarch · 9 months

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Time to ramble about some shit no one cares about prompted by discussions I've seen in my for you page that that made me start thinking about this; been meaning to post about this for a while tbh !

Dabi's trump with his flames is the sheer heat of them and the fact they get stronger with his emotions. Hes completely aware of these things.

Personally, as far as my headcanons go, Dabi's had expereinces with accidentally burning/killing people, at least one of them he cared about.

And as a note, yeah, he is suicidal but his suicidal ideation comes with conditions. Boys not just trying to kill himself at every/any time. He's highly self destructive but its all got a overarching purpose behind it. He's thought this out extensively, so yeah he's gonna preserve himself until he gets to face his dad/brother THEN burning to death and dying while preferably taking them with him is the goal but those conditions have to be met first. There are a few other circimstances that will void this but they're rare, such as, a battle against All Might himself for example. Dabi wouldn't see much issue in killing himself during/for that either.

#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* 炎 💠 ━◞ Out Of Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* 炎 💠 ━◞ Headcanons ⊱#Headcanons #suicidal ideation mention cw

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igiveanf · 1 year

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If It Isn't perfect, DO IT!

My middle son is a skilled soccer player. His love for the game coupled with some very impressive ball skills makes him a joy to watch. He is nine and doing things I’m not sure I ever could. I often find myself watching and learning. Last Sunday I watched and learned the dangers of wanting everything to be perfect. I've heard the expression, 'perfection is the enemy of progress' but it wasn't until I witnessed it in the literal sense, that it actually sunk in for me. My son has been playing soccer in the city for a few weeks now and the first week, the coach placed him in a group with kids his age. He loved every second of it because he was getting the ball around them and scoring goals with ease. It gave him a thrill to have such great success. The coach saw that his skill level needed challenging, so the next week he moved my son up to the older and more skilled group of players. It only took a few minutes to see two things; one, he was frustrated by the relocation because the group he was now with was much more difficult to play against and two, this new challenge would be very good for his growth and development. What Graham and I know is this; the only way he gets better than he already is, is by facing a group of kids that force him to grow and learn. If it's easy and perfect, he isn't going to get any better than he already is.

Our son didn't see things the way we did. In fact, he was mad. When he got into the car, he threw his soccer shoes down on the floor and angrily announced, "I'm never playing soccer again!" You could have honestly interpreted his words this way, "if I'm not perfect and the circumstances aren't ideal, and it's not easy, I don't want to do it." Though I absolutely had compassion for his frustration, I had to let him sit in his pain a while. Last year I took a course in discipleship counselling and I learned something amazing and valuable; if we rescue people from their pain or struggle too soon, they wont get the lesson they were meant to get from it. As I watched him cry over how hard soccer just became, and beg us to ask the coach to move him back to play with the first group of kids, I realized something; we all want to be allowed back to our comfort zone. But our heavenly father doesn't work that way. He stretches us. He grows us. He takes us into places, circumstances, situations and seasons where we feel completely incapable and inadequate and he helps us develop and grow and learn to depend on him. He doesn't toss us into deep water and leave us alone to struggle but he definitely takes us deeper than we would like to go and then is with us while we learn how to navigate new and uncharted territory. As we move forward in the discomfort, we develop a brand new capacity and become stronger and wiser. He gets us better by allowing us to feel worse for a time. Not because he doesn't care about us but because he does care, a lot! He isn't moved by instability. The discomfort that uncharted territory brings us, isn't felt by him. He is in control and we are in His hands the entire time. He knows what he's doing. He has a plan and a purpose and it's perfect for the strengthening and maturing of our soul. When we know this, we can find rest amidst whatever challenge we're up against. We can look at challenging situations and seasons a little differently knowing there is a plan and a purpose and something good is in it for us. We gave our son time to cool down and then we explained this very thing to him. Graham and I both celebrated how much of a compliment it was to be moved up to an older group of players. We did our best to show our son that things getting harder doesn't mean we just give up, or that we are not good at soccer, it means we rise up to face the challenge head on and embrace getting better. If it isn't perfect right now, you've still got to try. If you sit and wait for ease, you won't make progress. Like it or not, the only way to get better is to embrace the challenge you are facing and trust that God will lead you through it. You won't look the same coming out of the challenge as you did going in it. You'll look wiser, stronger, kinder and above all, more trusting of a heavenly father who has you in the palm of his hand and won't ever let you go.

So many people wait for the perfect circumstances in order to step forward and try to make progress, but the exact opposite is true; progress happens when things aren’t perfect, but you move forward anyways. Progress occurs when things aren’t easy, but you try your best anyways. Success comes when things aren’t ideal or the way you would like them to be, but you decide to show up and simply, try. If we wait for perfection, we’ll always be waiting. If we step into imperfect circumstances, we’ll always come out better.

I love it when people tell me they are getting ready to join the gym. It gives me an opportunity to be honest and tell them that’s just a delay tactic. You join the gym to get ready, it’s not the other way around. The gym gets you ready. The only way you’ll get in shape is by showing up, facing the hard workout head on, scaling it appropriately, and doing your best. Starting, even if it’s hard, is the only way to get better.

Perfection and comfort truly are the enemy of progress. So, if it isn’t perfect, I say do it, because just like it did for our son (he scored a goal last week against the harder group!) it’ll make you better and when it does, you’ll see that imperfect action is the best way to make progress every time.

#getafterit #dontquit progressNOTperfection

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timmyballgame · 2 years

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Last week I faced two different moments of loss. Each loss was not entirely unexpected. One loss was true tragic loss that we all experience. The other was a loss which in all reality represented a win. Each loss represented a finish line in life, a dividing line between before and after on a journey. These two losses are connected yet quite different.

The first loss, was a dear friend Mark Goodwin aka Goody died, he had suffered a stroke in early May and died in rehab care. The prognosis was never good, the shock of his loss was tempered by the reality of he was not going to recover. At best the doctors thought he would be a quadriplegic with limited to no speech capacity. Knowing my friend, the lifestyle he enjoyed this was not going to end well which helps accept his loss.

My other loss has connections to my friend and his ultimate path to loss. Goody's health problems that caused the stroke, trace back to a life time of abuse and addiction racking his body. He was clean and sober after years of hard living. Lost his wife, child and license before facing the addiction. Unfortunately he turned to food, replacing one sugar addiction for another. He was on addiction two when I met him 18 years ago. We fueled each other, had a grand old time. Each of us would get wake up calls from doctors, short lived clean ups, then back down the rabbit hole.

Then he was struck with a back injury, which cascaded into deep depression. Eventually he retreated from the world. Took early retirement via disability further shuttering himself away. This when I slipped into my classic mode of going to fix this broken person, the corner of the room I most often paint myself into. Try as I could I could not get him to come out. I made simple plans just to walk with him, told him I would walk the driveway with him. Drove down to his house, only for him to say go away. Kept trying, there were a few times it worked, made the hour drive to his house, got him out, others had some success. Then one day he called, wanted to walk Revere Beach. I jumped on it, he met me at the beach, all signs looked good, then the addiction struck back, he didn't want to walk, he wanted to hit Kelly's Roast Beef stand for a lunch on me. So I bought, and ate because why not? My classic move fail at fixing someone, setting a goal that is beyond reason and then eating the pain of failure. Two addicts ate well that day.

Goody took a selfie of us, under the famous Kelly's sign, two very obese men in a victory lap as the toilet chain of life is being pulled.

But something changed in me that day, a spark that finally landed home. The first steps of my new path began that lead to the second loss.

The Good loss, the one that was a win. I started my sobriety bid, failed, stumbled, picked myself up, changed two things in my life, the way I ate and most importantly I started helping people not fixing people. For the rest of his life, I helped my friend, not saved or fixed just helped, never bought him another meal either. He moved to Florida last year. His depression had finally lifted. Classic pulling his life together cliches applied for a while, then he fell off the food wagon, depression returned. He rallied and decided to go on a cruise. His last post to FB talked about his butler helping him find the Celtics games while on the ship. And then he was gone after the short linger last Monday. On Friday I stepped on the scale and had my good loss, I had dropped the final weight to be .6oz below my goal weight I had set after that last Kelly's roast beef non beach walk.

Now addiction is a mother f'er that keeps circling back. Ever vigilance is needed before this good loss turns into a bad loss. I have had a minor takespin this past week of two losses. I have bent not broken, that is the key isn't it, strength is not in being so ridged you break, no its being a willow tree, letting movement be the strength to with stand the storm.

As with all loss of loved ones, I will miss my friend dearly, but will be forever grateful to have know him and learned from him, even if it was one of life's hardest lessons turning loss into a win.

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writing-by-mimi · 1 year

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Prize of War

Chapter 5

King!Diavolo x F!Princess!Mc

Adult content, read at your own risk. Not beta read.

Waking had been a nightmare. Between the headache and nausea, your thighs and ankles were stiff, everytime you would move they would burn and only serve to hurt your stomach more.

You're in Asmodeus's room, which doesn't make any sense. The King was to bed you.

Yet even sitting up and pulling up your dress, it's just the same bruises as before. No new ones, no blood. It doesn't seem as if he touched you at all.

You're thankful for it. Maybe he realized he was being a monster and decided to show some humanity. What ever the case may be, you're just happy to be untouched by the man.

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Diavolo has mulled over Barbatos's words most of the night, even most of the afternoon.

"Maybe you hope to find someone who wants to stay in your bed when the morning comes."

Damn Barbatos for putting such a weak thought into his mind.

It's utterly preposterous.

Yet the thought of a woman not looking to the nightstand for a stack of gold coins...it would be a lie to say he wouldn't like to see the day...

Damn Barbatos.

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"Ugh, how can your stomach feel so bad yet be hungry?"

"Someone can just throw me in the lake again." You grumble. "Can I find Lucifer and vomit on his new shiny boots?"

Solomon quickly throws the book to the bed and has you by the wrist, yanking you from Asmodeus's bed.

He opens a heavy set wood door and drags you through, almost throwing you forward as he pulls you with him.

"What brings you by?" Lucifer snarks.

"Oh no." It's the last words your get out before your stomach gives out and last night's dinner hits the floor.

You've vomited right onto Lucifers new shiny boots completely on accident.

Lucifer takes a deep breathe, and without a word takes his boots off, leaving them exactly where he stood and leaves Diavolos office.

Solomon uses his sleeve to wipe your mouth as he moves you to one of the chairs across the desk from Diavolo.

This can't possibly be the woman Barbatos believes he yearns for.

Yet as you look up to him panting, cheeks flushed and looking absolutely miserable, he wants nothing more than to smooth your hair back and gently tease you.

Fucking Barbatos.

"Take her back to my chambers, alert the maids to draw a bath and go seek Asmodeus. He can get her changed and tend to her. We will discuss the matter after."

"No need. I'm sure Lucifer went to fetch a sword." You pant, leaning over the chair as your stomach still rolls. "Asmo is going to be upset."