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cookinguptales · 1 year

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You know... I had an experience about two months ago that I didn't talk about publicly, but I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately and I guess I'm finally able to put my unease into words.

So there's a podcast I'd been enjoying and right after I got caught up, they announced that they were planning on doing a live show. It's gonna be near me and on the day before my birthday and I thought -- hey, it's fate.

But... as many of you know, I'm disabled. For me, getting to a show like that has a lot of steps. One of those steps involved emailing the podcasters to ask about accessibility for the venue.

The response I got back was very quick and very brief. Essentially, it told me to contact the venue because they had no idea if it was accessible or not.

It was a bucket of cold water, and I had a hard time articulating at the time quite why it was so disheartening, but... I think I get it a little more now.

This is a podcast that has loudly spoken about inclusivity and diversity and all that jazz, but... I mean, it's easy to say that, isn't it? But just talking the talk without walking the walk isn't enough. That's like saying "sure, we will happily welcome you in our house -- if you can figure out how to unlock the door."

And friends, my lock-picking set is pretty good by this point. I've been scouting out locations for decades. I've had to research every goddamn classroom, field trip, and assigned bookstore that I've ever had in an academic setting. I've had to research every movie theater, theme park, and menu for every outing with friends or dates. I spend a long time painstakingly charting out accessible public transportation and potential places to sit down every time I leave the house.

Because when I was in college, my professors never made sure their lesson plans were accessible. (And I often had to argue with them to get the subpar accommodations I got.) Because my friends don't always know to get movie tickets for the accessible rows. Because my dates sometimes leave me on fucking read when I ask if we can go to a restaurant that doesn't keep its restrooms down a flight of stairs.

I had one professor who ever did research to see if I could do all the coursework she had planned, and who came up with alternate plans when she realized that I could not. Only one. It was a medical history and ethics class, and my professor sounded bewildered as she realized how difficult it is to plan your life when you're disabled.

This woman was straight-up one of the most thoughtful, philosophical, and ethical professors I've ever had, one who was incredibly devoted to diversity and inclusion -- and she'd never thought about it before, that the hospital archives she wanted us to visit were up a flight of stairs. That the medical museum full of disabled bodies she wanted us to visit only had a code-locked back entrance and an old freight elevator for their disabled guests who were still breathing.

And that's the crux of it, isn't it? It's easy to theoretically accept the existence of people who aren't like you. It's a lot harder to actively create a space in which they can exist by your side.

Because here's what I did before I contacted the podcasters. I googled the venue. I researched the neighborhood and contacted a friend who lives in the area to help me figure out if there were any accessible public transportation routes near there. (There aren't.) I planned for over an hour to figure out how close I could get before I had to shell out for an uber for the last leg of the trip.

Then I read through the venue's website. I looked through their main pages, through their FAQs to see if there was any mention of accessibility. No dice. I download their packet for clients and find out that, while the base building is accessible, the way that chairs/tables are set up for individual functions can make it inaccessible. So it's really up to who's hosting the show there.

So then and only then I contacted the podcasters. I asked if the floor plan was accessible. I asked if all the seats were accessible, or only some, and whether it was open seating or not. Would I need to show up early to get an accessible seat, or maybe make a reservation?

And... well, I got the one-sentence reply back that I described above. And that... god, it was really disheartening. I realized that they never even asked if their venues were accessible when they were booking the shows. I realized that they were unwilling to put in the work to learn the answers to questions that disabled attendees might have. I realized that they didn't care to find out if the building was accessible.

They didn't know and they didn't care. That, I think, is what took the wind out of my sails when they emailed me back. It's what made me decide that... yeah, I didn't really want to go through the trouble of finding an accessible route to the venue. I didn't want to have to pay an arm and a leg to hire a car to take me the last part of the journey. I didn't want to make myself frantic trying to figure out if I could do all that and still make the last train home.

If they didn't care, I guess I didn't either.

If they'd apologized and said that the only venue they could get was inaccessible, I actually would have understood. I know that small shows don't always get their pick of venues. I get it. I even would have understood if they'd been like "oh dang, I actually don't know -- but I'll find out."

But to be told that they didn't know and didn't intend to find out... oof. That one stung.

Because.... this is the thing. This is the thing. I may be good at it by now, but I'm so tired of picking locks. I'm tired of doing all the legwork because no one ever thinks to help me. I'm tired of feeling like an afterthought at best, or at worst utterly unwelcome.

If you truly want to be inclusive, you need to stop telling people that you're happy to have them -- if they can manage to unlock the door. You need to fucking open it yourself and welcome them in.

What brought all this back to me now, you may be asking? Well... I guess it's just what I was thinking to myself as I was tidying up my phone.

Today I'm deleting podcasts.

#I guess it did save me a lot of money #I'll still probably go up to nyc to visit with friends for my bday but I won't go all the way out to brooklyn for the show #and I probably won't need to get the hotel room #and I DEFINITELY won't be supporting their patreon like I was planning lmao #I'll buy myself a new tarot deck for my birthday instead #cw:#disability #ableism

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another-lost-mc · 7 months

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Hello! Hope your doing well, I just wanted to request how Lucifer (and his brothers if you want) would react to an MC with a birthday on the same day or near their birthday? I am requesting this because I only just found out my birthday is the day after Lucifers, I really don’t know how I never realized this, but yeah. You don’t have to do this right away I know your busy, and I hope you enjoy the rest of your day/night!

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a/n: that could lead to so many fun and touching moments! my birthday is the day after solomon's and I think a combined party with him would be awesome, as long as he's not allowed to cook anything.

sharing the same birthday with mc | the demon brothers + dateables

1.2k words | sfw | fluff | gn!reader

cw: slightly suggestive in belphie's section because it's him. hints of possessiveness if you squint (mostly the dateables).

There are different reactions to knowing your birthday is on or near their own. Almost all of them will try to prioritize your own preferences instead of their own. If you do (or don't) want to celebrate your birthdays together, they'll accommodate you so that you have the best birthday possible. ♡

Lucifer — He's the Avatar of Pride and one of Diavolo's closest friends. A large celebration is inevitable and he has a certain image to uphold. If it were anyone else but you, he might be offended about sharing the spotlight of his birthday with someone else. Since it is you, he's not only open to the idea, but he's suddenly more invested in making sure the others take the preparations seriously. He also realizes that throwing one party (and dealing with the chaos that ensues) might be better than trying to throw two parties.

Mammon — He's totally onboard sharing his birthday party if it's with you. Everyone goes all-out to make the party bigger and better, and he's not going to complain about that. He still wants to do something special though, just the two of you. Maybe the day before or the day after the big party, nothing fancy, as long as you can focus on each other. Plus, he just happens to have another present he got for you, one he didn't want to give you at the party in front of everyone else. It's more sentimental, and he blushes when you open it and your eyes sparkle happily like the most beautiful gems he's ever seen. Without the others around, he gets to keep this perfect moment all to himself.

Levi — This works out great for him and he's more than willing to share the spotlight with you. It draws attention away from himself which means he's not as anxious. He doesn't usually like how much of a fuss everyone makes about his birthday. He might actually enjoy himself more knowing that he has something else in common with his Henry you. When the celebrations get too intense and completely unbearable, he can sneak away while everyone is distracted by the other guest of honor. Honestly, he thinks you deserve more attention than he does anyway.

Satan — He knows you have excellent taste and is completely fine to let you choose what kind of party to have. His brothers complain about his boring birthday ideas: going to a museum or gallery, seeing a play or obscure film in the human world. It's painfully transparent when they're more enthusiastic about doing those things if you want to. Satan can't find it in his heart to be (too) angry about it, because he holds your hand or sits next to you the entire time. He's going to make the most of it and no one else can complain. It's his birthday, after all.

Asmo — The only thing better than a big party celebrating his birthday is an even bigger party celebrating both of you! He's almost unbearable during the planning stage - he insists that everything must be perfect because you deserve nothing less than that. By the time he's done organizing everything, his birthday almost feels like an afterthought because he gets so caught up in making it the perfect day for you. He holds your hand and tucks you against his side when the party guests greet you and offer their birthday wishes. He takes countless selfies of both of you, but he keeps most of them for himself because he just can't bring himself to share them. You're stunning in the matching outfit he gave you as part of your gift, and he feels like the luckiest demon in the three realms every time you return his happy smiles with a bashful one of your own.

Beel & Belphie — They're already used to sharing birthday parties with each other, and they're happy to share with you too. They love their brothers and appreciate their friends, but on their birthday, they would rather spend the day with you alone. Their dream birthday is the perfect blend of all three of your interests. Beel gets to splurge on his favourite foods, and Belphie clings to you like an overly affectionate sloth. He's half-serious when he asks you to feed him because he's too tired to feed himself, and Beel just smiles around a mouthful of food watching the two of you bicker across the table. Beel gives you his gift, something thoughtful but practical, something he knows you wanted. Belphie nuzzles against your shoulder and slides his hand under the hem of your shirt and promises, "When we get home, we should have a nap - and I'll give you your present then."

Diavolo — His birthday is already one of the grandest celebrations in the Devildom, and he likes that it also falls on Halloween. Adding your birthday celebration to his is the best excuse to throw the biggest party in the three realms. Even if you share a party together, he makes sure that all the attendees acknowledge your birthday as much as they acknowledge his. He makes a toast in your honour and invites all your other friends to do the same. It's a glimpse of what it feels like to treat you like royalty, and Diavolo thinks he wouldn't mind sharing his birthday (or more) with you.

Barbatos — He doesn't usually like it when the others make a fuss over his birthday. It feels sort of pointless to someone with his power - time has strange meaning to him now. He softens his resistance to big parties or elaborate plans when he realizes he shares that special day with you. He would gladly take a personal day to celebrate his birthday (or yours) if you ask him to, since it's your company he enjoys the most. The Little Ds work hard to make sure Barbatos has nothing to worry about on his day off, but he's suspicious that they're only behaving so well because of you. Every year he looks forward to his birthday because he can spend the day spoiling you, and since your birthdays are so close together, he has the rare luxury of being spoiled by you too.

Simeon — He would prefer to spend his birthdays with you alone. He doesn't have many desires, but your company is something he craves constantly. That doesn't change when your birthday is the same as his, or is very close to it. If he's smart about it, he can make your combined celebration work to his advantage. It's not a lie when he tells everyone that an outing or special trip might be more exciting than a party at the castle, and it's hard to resist when there's still so much of the Devildom for you to experience and explore. (Simeon mostly counts on having more opportunities to sneak you away for some alone time if the others are distracted by their own activities.)

Solomon — He gloats that your birthdays are (nearly) identical, as if you're kindred spirts that share a special bond the others don't. (He brags about it so much that if they didn't care before, they're annoyed by it now.) The month of December in the human world can be so festive and nostalgic, but he understands why having a birthday during a holiday season can be a double-edged sword. Sometimes your birthday felt second-place to the other celebrations going on that time of year. You're his adorable little apprentice, and he promises like an oath that you'll never be disappointed or alone on your birthday again. You've never felt so special because you know he means it. (Your only request is that he lets someone else handle the birthday cake.)

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dailyreverie · 6 months

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Chain 'round my neck

A/N: ...can you still tell taylor swift is my entire personality this year? Whatever. Title comes from the song "Call it what you want" from Taylor Swift.

@flufftober - Day 23 Trinket

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader

Word count: 820

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He was going to hate you. Steven was going to get home any minute now, and he was going to hate you. You had been looking for the necklace for what felt like hours now, everything you had in your handbag now scattered on the bed, your boxes of earrings emptied out the same way, yet the very same necklace Steven gave you for your birthday, with your initial beautifully carved in gold, was nowhere to be found.

Did someone ripped it on the bus? Did you take it off at work and don’t remember? Damn it, you didn’t even had a good excuse for it and you could already hear the clink of Steven’s keys outside the door. “I’m home!” He called, with his usual chirpy tone and a smile in his voice.

“Shit,” you muttered to yourself, going through your scattered belonging one last time before facing him.

“I have a surprise for you, love!” The excitement in his voice only twisted your stomach more, guilt eating your insides.

“Steven, honey, before you say anything-”

“Is everything alright, love?” Steven found you sitting by the edge of your bed, the place you landed after giving up with your search. He joind your side, backpack still across his body, finding your hand and looking for your eyes.

“No, it’s not alright.” You took a deap breath, bracing yourself and looking for the strength you needed. “I lost the necklace you gave me.” Your eyes were filled with tears when you looked up at him, and even though you expected him to get mad, you still squeezed his hand; it was natural by now, looking for his reassurance any time you were upset.

“Oh. Honey you didn’t-” Steven tried to stop you, but you kept going about it anyway.

“No, no, I did. I lost it, and I don’t remember how or when, I don’t even remember if I wore it this morning now and I feel like shit because I love it so much and-”

“I have it.” He spoke a bit louder, only so you could hear him above your nervous rant.

“What?” You asked after a beat. “You have it?”

Searching in his bag, Steven pulled out a little red velvet bag and placed it on your hand, leaning to see your reaction only to find you confused.

“I took it this morning because I needed to get it fixed for this.” He signaled the bag with his head, waiting for you to move and open it, not realizing how confused you were until he looked at you and saw your furrowed eyebrows. Steven chuckled, kissing your cheek sweetly, making you turn to look at him with tear-filled eyes. “Here, let me.”

With delicate fingers Steven took the small bag and untied the cords, opening it and pulling your necklace out of it. Extending it over your hand, you felt your heart swelling when, right next to your golden initial, you saw a golden moon - a crescent moon, pointing to the right just as the moon in their suits did.

“Seven… this is…” You were speechless, looking at the moon in your hand not knowing what to say.

“I saw it at an antique shop, the one we like by the museum. I saw it last week when I went for a book and it made me think of you, and how beautiful it would look on you. I needed the chain to get that little loop on top just right, I’m sorry, I should have-” He stopped when your hand reached his cheek, cupping it before meeting his lips in the middle.

“It’s beautiful.” You beamed, kissing him again and feeling him smile too. “Thank you,” You whispered, not trusting your own voice after going through so many emotions only to land in the love you had for him.

He swiftly took it from your hand, softly turning your shoulder to guide you to face away from him so he could place the necklace were it belong around your neck. When you faced him again you were both smiling like a goofs, the reflection of the sunset outside casting over your room making the charm shine.

“Now we’re all matching.” Steven said with a grin, his eyes locked with yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close for an embrace that made the remains of the worry and anxiety you felt before fade away, leaving nothing but the endless love you felt for each other.

“I’m sorry I freaked out.” You whispered, now feeling a bit embarrassed.

He chuckled and held you tighter, his voice soft and affectionate. “You know I love a good treasure hunt.”

Maybe you necklace was never lost, yet still, you had found once again how truly lucky you were to have Steven in your life, making every moment as enchanting as a crescent moon on a starry night.

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libraryofgage · 2 months

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The Prince and the Metalhead (3)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

I am once again posting the modern royalty au hfjsdk

The next one is gonna have the beginnings of Steddie, but take some happy Steve fluff for now lol

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :^)

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Steve wakes up on the morning of his twelfth birthday to Dart burrowing between his cheek and the pillow, drenching both in excited slobber. He wrinkles his nose, rolling over and wiping slobber off with a corner of his sheets. When Dart begins to burrow under his neck, he accepts that he's not going back to sleep, and sits up.

He picks Dart up, huffing slightly under her increased weight, and places her in his lap. She wiggles around, nearly vibrating off of him. "Good morning," Steve says, scratching behind her ear and earning a bark in return. He takes it as her wishing him a happy birthday and nods. "Thanks, Dart."

With a deep breath, he throws off the covers and slides out of bed. He opens the door of his room to find Clarisse already there, her hand raised as thought ready to knock. She blinks, holding Steve's gaze for a few seconds before lowering her hand and clearing her throat. "Good morning, Steve."

"Good morning, Grandmother."

She smiles at him, her shoulders relaxing some. "Happy birthday."

"You...know it's my birthday?"

"Of course," she says, nodding once as she gestures inside the room. Steve steps out of the way, allowing Clarisse into the room. A man in a suit follows after her, placing a long box on the desk and bowing to them both before quickly leaving. "Your twelfth birthday marks a very important milestone for Genovian royalty."

Steve blinks, quietly shutting the door as Clarisse sits at the desk the box has been placed on. "How so?" Steve asks, sitting on the bed and pulling his legs under him. Dart jumps up after him, rolling around in the sheets by his knee.

"Well, to be perfectly honest, the tenth birthday is the important one," Clarisse admits, "That marks your capability of taking on increased responsibilities as royalty. However, you weren't here then. So, the twelfth will be important, instead."

That only sort of answers his question, but Steve nods anyway, deciding he doesn't want to risk annoying Clarisse.

"Genovian princes begin learning swordsmanship after their tenth birthday. It's not a requirement anymore, of course, but I wanted to offer you the opportunity," Clarisse explains, picking up the box as she stands and sitting on the other side of Steve. "Consider this a birthday gift from me as Queen of Genovia."

"What does that mean?" Steve asks, carefully taking the box.

"It means you're still getting a gift from me as your grandmother."

Steve nods once, trying to process this as he looks back down at the box. "Can I open it?"

"Of course."

Carefully, he pulls the lid off the box. He was expecting the sword inside, but he's still surprised by the sight of it. The blade gleams in the light, and the hilt is encrusted with a line of colorful jewels. When he looks closer, he realizes the hilt is also engraved with names, and Steve soon finds his own among them. "What are the names for?" he asks.

"Every owner of this sword has their name engraved on the hilt," Clarisse says, smiling gently. "This sword is yours, Steve. It will always be yours, and your name there is proof of that."

"Oh," Steve breathes, slowly wrapping his hand around the hilt and lifting the sword from the box. He keeps the blade aimed away from himself, Dart, and Clarisse, unwilling to risk harming them. "Will I be fighting anyone?" he asks.

"No, no, of course not," Clarisse says, waving away the concern. "Swordsmanship is a way to keep active and connect to Genovian culture. It is also a rather handy skill to show off for visiting dignitaries."

Steve smiles slightly, lifting the sword some and noting that it's heavier than is comfortable. It'll be easier to carry and swing as he gets stronger, though. "Thank you, Grandmother," he says, his voice soft as he carefully places the sword back in the box.

"I do hope you'll wear it to your birthday party next week."

Steve blinks, looking up at Clarisse with a confused frown. "Birthday party?" he asks. He doesn't like parties; he especially doesn't like parties where he's supposed to be the center of them. All that happens is shoes that pinch his feet, subtle but sharp glares from his parents when he doesn't behave exactly as they want, and his stomach growling because he's not allowed to eat anything to avoid getting his clothes messy.

"Yes," Clarisse says, smiling warmly at Steve. "I intend to officially introduce you as Crown Prince of Genovia at your birthday. Of course, you'll be free to play with the other children once I have."

"Do...do I have to have a birthday party?" Steve asks, avoiding Clarisse's eyes so he doesn't have to see the anger or disappointment that follows his question.

A gentle hand rests on his shoulder, the palm warm and reassuring. "No, you don't," Clarisse says, "I want you to be comfortable, Steve. If you would be more comfortable not having a party, then we simply won't have one."

"You wouldn't get in trouble?"

"With who? I am the queen, you know. There are very few people who can scold me, and even fewer I would take seriously."

Steve nods, looking back down at the sword in its box. He doesn't want to disappoint Clarisse, and this party sounds like it's important. Maybe he can just grin and bear it like he usually does. Getting to play with Robin and Jonathan after being introduced will make that easier. Yeah. He can handle it for a few minutes, especially if it will make Clarisse smile.

"It's okay," Steve says, glancing up at his grandmother. "We should have the party."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Clarisse smiles, her expression soft and warm, and Steve feels grounded and happy with his decision. "Okay, then. Just tell me if you change your mind, Steve. I won't be angry."

"I know, Grandmother."

"Now," Clarisse says, clapping her hands together as she easily changes the subject, "Let's move along. You've got a birthday breakfast waiting for you."

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"Ugh, all the girls keep staring at you," Robin says, her nose crinkled with annoyance when Steve glances at her. Her arms are crossed, her hip jutting out slightly so the hilt of her sword gently bumps against the hilt of Steve's. "Don't they know you're a dingus?"

"They're enamored by his hair," Jonathan says, his words quickly followed by a flash as he takes a photo. Steve looks at him now, watching as he lowers the camera. "It defies gravity."

"Is that all I am? A dingus with good hair?" Steve asks, unable to help an amused smile tugging at his lips.

"Well, you're not bad with a sword, either," Robin admits, nudging him with her elbow.

"Your Mandarin is passable, I guess," Jonathan adds.

"My Mandarin is flawless, thanks," Steve says, rolling his eyes as he looks back out at the crowd. Guests in formal dress are mingling around the ballroom and completely ignoring Steve, Robin, and Jonathan. The only exception is one group of young women across the way that keep glancing at the trio before furtively whispering to each other.

Compared to some of his past birthday parties, his seventeenth is relatively tame. It doesn't have the bounce-house maze of his thirteenth (Robin's idea) or the full-fledged film studio complete with hair, makeup, and a director for guests to pretend they're movie stars of his fourteenth (Erica's idea) or the literal forest of photo shoot locations of his fifteenth (Jonathan's idea) or the battle bot creation station and ring of his sixteenth (Dustin's idea).

This year, he just requested a normal ball. No gimmicks. No special events or entertainers. It had resulted in whining and complaining from Robin, Dustin, and Erica, but Steve figured they'd calm down after stuffing themselves with cake.

As he's smiling politely at a girl whose eyes he happened to meet, the opening notes of a Genovian Waltz flow through the ballroom. Steve glances to his grandmother, watching as she takes Joe's hand to be led onto the dance floor. He then looks at Robin, offering a hand to her and grinning when she scowls at it. "Only if I get to lead this time," she says.

"Sure," Steve says, turning his hand over to place it in Robin's. He waves at Jonathan as she walks him onto the dance floor, turns around, and places a hand on his waist. As she leads him through the first steps of the waltz, Steve glances at the crowd around them before quietly saying, "I need to tell you something."

"Oh, are you finally sharing what you and Her Majesty have been having your little meetings about?"

Steve rolls his eyes, smiling a bit as he squeezes Robin's hand. "You're the first person I'm telling, if that helps."

She sniffs, glancing away and apparently meeting a cute girl's gaze since she winks before looking at Steve again. "Barely," she says, guiding Steve to duck under her arm in a spin. "Go ahead, though."

"Grandmother has given me permission to attend school in America for my senior year."

Robin blinks, nearly tripping over her own feet. Luckily, Steve catches her, briefly taking the lead so the mistake isn't noticed until she's stable again. "Seriously?" she asks, lowering her voice a little more. "So, what, California? New York? Please say we're going somewhere with a beach."

Steve's smile becomes apologetic as he says, "No, actually...Hawkins. I wanted to attend school in Hawkins."

The only thing that keeps him from faltering when Robin purposefully steps on his foot as hard as she can is all the practice he has from her accidentally stepping on his foot as hard as she can. He sighs as she glares at him and hisses, "Are you stupid? Seriously?! This is dumber than the time you kissed Jonathan."

"Rude. It's not dumber than the time you and I tried kissing?"

"No, because at least you being attracted to how awesome I am made sense."

"I suddenly feel sorry for Jonathan."

Robin rolls her eyes and pinches Steve's waist. "Seriously, why are you going back to Hawkins? That place sucks. You hate it."

"No, I hate my parents. I don't hate Hawkins. I just...want to see if it's changed, I guess. I want to see what the town is like now that I'm, you know, happy," Steve explains, watching Robin closely for her reaction. When she doesn't agree after a few seconds, he sighs and adds, "You don't have to come, Robin."

"Of course, I'm coming, Dingus. You can't get rid of me that easily. Besides, I'm your personal guard. I literally get paid to personally guard you."

"Good," Steve says, "It wouldn't be fun without you. Everyone else is coming, too. Well, except for Grandmother, but she promised to visit when she could."

"Wait, does this mean I have to go to school, too? Like, seriously?"

"Yeah. And Jonathan. And the kids. We have to at least try to blend in," Steve says, grinning at the devastated expression of Robin's face. If he'd gone to a private school, she probably could've gotten away with just being his personal guard, but a public school means actually blending in.

"The things I do for you," she mutters as the song comes to an end. She and Steve take a step back from each other and bow as the guests politely clap around them.

Before Steve can say anything, a warm hand rests on his shoulder. He looks over to see Clarisse, smiles brightly, and offers his hand to her. "Can I have your next dance, Grandmother?" he asks.

A now-familiar happiness settles in his stomach when she agrees, placing her hand in his. Steve basks in it, absolutely certain he'll have no problems in Hawkins so long as he remembers this feeling.

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linos-luna · 8 months

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Anything for You ❣️☁️

Soft Dom!Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: making out, soft slow sex, soft dom Namjoon, some groping, stripping

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A bike ride through nature and visit to an art museum. What more could he ask for? You had planned a whole day for Namjoon’s birthday. By the end of it, you were both tired but you still had more to finish the night.

You made a small cake and watched as he blew out the candles. You also loved his happy reaction when opening up your gifts. It was some books that he’s been looking to buy! You always seemed to know exactly what he wants.

And now it’s time to wind down. After getting into more comfy clothes, you turned on an interesting documentary and made some tea.

♡ .

“Babygirl?”

“Yes Joonie?”

“I had a good day today.” He said with a smile while patting his lap, indicating that he wants you to sit there.

“I’m glad.” You giggled while situating yourself on his lap. “Anything to make you happy.”

“Anything?” He said with a tease while lightly rubbing your thigh.

“Mmhm. Anything.” You said while giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

Namjoon chuckled as he held your cheek and kissed you back.

His hand was so warm as it cupped your cheek and his kisses full of love and passion. He may be a tall muscular man but he’s really a softie. So gentle and loving. Wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Your boyfriend reached under your shirt and felt around your small breasts.

Adorable and cute he thought.

You were a little embarrassed as he didn’t have much to grab onto but he didn’t care. Instead he would continue roaming his hands around your body.

His hands touching you everywhere was getting you worked up especially when touching your sensitive thighs. He caught on pretty quick and continued rubbing closer and closer to your inner thigh.

“Can you take this off for me, babygirl?” He said softly while tugging at your pants. “Slowly.”

You nodded and stood up to do so. Slowly pulling down your pants before pausing at your underwear, waiting for the next instruction.

“Panties off too.” He said a little more sternly.

“Yes Joonie.” You replied with a nod while doing so. You were a little embarrassed when realizing how wet your cunt already was.

“Come here, pretty girl.” Hw said with a smile while holding out his arms.

When standing close to him, Namjoon lifted your shirt over your head, removing and tossing it to a side. He stopped to admire your form, rubbing your sides as if to soothe you. You felt a little more at ease as he gave you some more gentle kisses.

“Twirl around for me, babygirl.” He said while gesturing with his hand. As you did so, he removed his pants and you could see his hardening cock through his boxers.

He laid you on the couch and lowered his boxers, teasing your wet cunt with his cock. You whimpered at the feeling..

“Are you ready, pretty girl?”

“Yes Joonie.” You replied with your heart pounding.

Namjoon nodded before entering you and holding still for a moment so you can get used to his size. You gasped when he did so, the feeling already so overwhelming.

After a bit, he gently thrust a few times while kissing you. He pushed his tongue in as he gave his loving kisses. You were already moaning with your eyes rolled back. His size was so overwhelmingly big that you could feel yourself becoming easily overstimulated. He wasn’t rough at all yet you found yourself feeling so blissful. Your mind devoid of other thoughts and only focused on the man in front of you, He wasn’t even going that fast as he wanted to passionately make love.

“You’re doing good for me, babygirl.” He said while slowing down, hitting that sweet spot just right. “You’re going to please me tonight, right?”

“Yes Joonie~” you moaned.

“You’re gonna be my good girl?” He said softly.

“Yes Joonie.” You said in a breathy voice while feeling your hips stutter, knowing you’re about to cum soon.

Namjoon came before you did and played with your hair as you reached that high as well.

Namjoon admired you. So fucked out. Like a little princess.

“Sweet girl. I’ll give you a moment before we continue.” He said while kissing your cheek. “Thank you.”

Although still in a state of bliss, you smiled while looking up at his loving smile. “Anything for you, Joonie.

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Birthday Celebrations (Frank Castle x Reader) Headcanons

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A/N: Happy (belated) Birthday to @wanda2themax, who requested birthday headcanons with Frank!

(Warnings: references to smutty behavior (my fav kind from frank), frank being a total simp for reader and loving every minute of it)

Frank’s been around the block a time or two, so when it’s his sweetheart’s birthday, he’s already been preparing for at least a month prior.

He’ll wake you up with sweet, soft kisses down your spine, whispering how much he loves you inbetween kisses.

A soft “Happy Birthday, sweetheart” while nuzzling against your ear (esp. if your love language is touch)

Even if you insist you don’t want any fuss over your birthday, he does it anyways because you deserve to have people fussing over you.

If you’re a breakfast person, he’ll tell you to stay put in bed while he prepares your favorite breakfast foods. If you’re just a ‘coffee in the morning’ type of person, he’ll make sure it’s made perfectly and brought to you in bed.

He’d definitely go down on you as soon as you’re awake and call it present number one.

The way this man would do anything and everything to make you feel special (which isn’t unlike every other day of the year, just a little extra on your birthday).

When you finally make it out of the bedroom, he’ll have a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers waiting for you on the counter, plus a handwritten card because he knows you like “that sentimental shit”. (He secretly adores the sentimental stuff too.)

He gives you a present (one of many) and you almost cry when you realize it’s a gold chain/necklace with a little ‘F’ pendant. As a subtle joke, there would be a tiny skull pendant on the chain too. You love it and him and get carried away on the kitchen table for fifteen minutes.

If you’re a museum/art lover, he’ll take you to any and all of the ones open nearby. Even if he can’t find it in himself to understand the art world, he’ll happily allow you to drag him from painting to painting for as long as you’d like.

Maybe a cute lunch date in Central Park if you’re into that sort of thing. Obviously if you even think about paying for anything, Frank scolds you for it.

“Let me take care of everything today, baby. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about a thing.”

If you’re a book lover, maybe he’ll walk with you around the city, stepping in and out of bookstores until neither of you can see straight.

He’ll lose his mind when he sees the outfit you’re wearing out to dinner because you’re so pretty and you’re all his and he can’t believe it.

He’ll gift you something that has to do with your hobbies (so like a crocheter might get some really nice/expensive yarn, a book collector might get a first edition they’ve been searching for, a writer might get a beautiful hand-crafted notebook). He’s a thoughtful man and it shines through in the gifts that he gives you.

“I know you’ve been really wanting this for a while now, so I got it for you. Don’t look at me like that! I’ll spend my money however I like, and I like to spend it on you.”

After dinner, he’ll take you to the pier where you met him, and he’ll buy you a little birthday cupcake. He has a candle and lighter ready to go (this man comes prepared), and he’ll whistle the ‘Happy Birthday’ song as he gets the candle ready.

The way I’m willing to BET that this man would still have stuff planned.

Like imagine if he paid some street performers (like violinists/guitarists/etc.) to play your favorite songs while you danced with him in a private little area on the pier.

When you make it home, he has yet another present for you, and it involves a weekend trip out of the city with him because he wants to extend your birthday for as long as possible.

He’s extra generous in bed that night, offering himself to you fully.

“However you want me, baby. Just say the word.”

When you finally drift off after possibly the best birthday of your life, Frank presses dozens of kisses to your shoulders, neck, back, and face, each one a reminder that he loves you and would do anything to make you smile.

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pomegranateboba · 1 month

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Hey, Pompom! I know you're not very good with angst, but can I get the ArTw men who were so busy that they forgot MC's birthday? This is more of an angst with a happy ending.

MC was just in their best outfit, waiting for the special surprise from the LI for their birthday. But after waiting for so long and realizing they forgot, MC cried in their bedroom. As they cried, the LI walked in on them crying. And after some apologies and talking, they make up for the missed birthday the next day. That's all, thank you and goodnight! <33

Ohhh shittt that's sad (AND ONE DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY TOO) Okay we can do this lmao

When the boys forgot Summoner's birthday

Arcturus

Another banquet was coming up, so he was really busy the whole day

Everyone kept dragging him around to do work, so he didn't even get time to talk to you

You tried to talk to him in those little moments where he wasn't moving around, but he brushed you off and went back to work

He went to go find you when you didn't show up for the banquet that night, and he saw you crying in your room

It suddenly occurred to him what he had forgot, he could have sworn something was bugging him throughout the day

He felt so bad ;(

He immediately ran up to hug you and started apologising profusely

He didn't mean to forget, sorry Summoner :(

You both cuddled for the rest of the night as an apology

He spent the rest of the following day with you, doing whatever you want to compensate for the time you both missed yesterday

He did bring you to the greenhouse to have a small walk, and so that he can show you his plants

Baked a little cake together to share

The 2 of you stayed up again to watch the stars together on the field outside the Neb Aula while Arkcy knitted a little beanie for you

"Happy belated birthday, Summoner. Love you <;3"

Spica

Do I even need to explain, this man is busy 25/8

But today he was particularly busy (isn't he always though?) so he was too caught up in paperwork to talk to you

You did try to text, but he left you on delivered

Well he left everyone on delivered, but it still hurt that he didn't answer you anyways

It was only until he finally picked up his stella tab and checked the messages then he realised

He put down all his work and rushed to the Neb Aula, and to your room, where he found you in tears

Was incredibly guilty for not remembering your birthday

He sat by your side as he apologised, slowly lulling you to sleep, stroking your hair as his gentle voice coaxed you to sleep

He left once you fell asleep, where he rushed back to his office to finish as much work as possible, so that he can have more free time to spend with you tomorrow

Not a single paper was touched the very next day, his beloved Summoner would always come first

He brought you out to a museum, then to do whatever you wanted for the rest of the day

Got you a personalised necklace, and put it on for you

You 2 shared a little cupcake at a cafe

"You never fail to make me happy, Summoner. Happy belated birthday."

Alpheratz

Why would Alpheratz be busy? He literally runs away from responsibility (and Spica)

Unfortunately, this was not one of those days where he would be free enough to lie around

Spica made him compensate for the missed work, so he was too busy to see you

You tried to talk to him, but you couldn't even find him around the school, he was moving around too much

He was on the way to bed when he heard crying from your room

Which was when he realised

He actually felt really bad, had he been neglecting his beloved?

He knocked and went in, apologising and explaining his situation to you

You made him stay and sleep with you, and he willingly did, so you cuddled

He brought you out to shop, letting you get whatever you want

Took you to your favourite restaurant for dinner

He was a little unsure of what to get you, but he got you an oversized sweater from the same shop he buys his own clothes at

"I know this is for you, but I'm really happy too. Happy belated birthday, Summoner."

Pollux

You both normally see each other a lot, since you 2 take pretty much the same classes

But there was a huge project during this period of time for one of your classes, and unfortunately you both weren't partnered

You and your project partner finished up really quickly, but Pollux took a longer time

You tried talking to him, but he always shooed you away, very focused on his own project

His partner gave you an apologetic look, mouthing a 'happy birthday' to you

It was nice that his partner somehow knew and wished you a happy birthday, but the fact that it was them and not Pollux made you sad. Did he forget?

Nearing night, Poll had finally finished up. He immediately ran up to your room, where he found you in tears

His partner had reminded him that it was your birthday, and he felt so bad. How could he had forgotten? He was looking forward to this day as much as, if not more, than you were

He also burst into tears when he saw how sad you were, apologising over and over again for forgetting

Eventually you both (mostly Pollux, he was more sad than you were) calmed down, and you fell asleep in each other's arms

The next day, he brought you out to a fair that was taking place, and you 2 spent the whole day there

He got you a stuffed polar bear that he won from a shooting game, as well as a huge collection of other things you both won from other games, but the polar bear was your favourite

You 2 shared candy from a huge pile that Pollux got from a shop

"Happy belated birthday, Summoner. I promise I won't forget next time!"

Vega

This is where the actual angst begins, the ones above are nothing

Vega would be the last person to ever forget your birthday, there is a 99.9% chance he would remember, because why would he not?

Unfortunately for you both, this was that 0.01%

Vega had came back from a failed mission, which made him extremely salty

He refused to interact with any living being, which included you

You tried talking to him, but he always cut you off, asking you to leave him alone and go away, acting like how you both first met when you first ended up in the boundary

You were extremely hurt by this, you never expected Vega to be so cold to you at this point of time

Eventually you gave up on trying to talk to him, and you went back to your room

In truth, he was extremely bothered by the fact that he had forgotten something, and the failed mission only worsened his mood

He didn't want to look bad in front of you, afraid that you wouldn't like him anymore for messing a mission up, afraid that he was too incompetent to be your protector, to be yours

It was near midnight when he finally remembered what he forgot, and he sprinted to your room, where he found you already asleep, but the tear streaks were evident on your face

Vega's heart clenched at the sight. You had waited for him, even tried to remind him, but all his did was shoo you away

And that night, Vega cried outside your door

How undeserving he was, not to remember the one day that meant so much to you. How could he call himself your best friend, your significant other, if he couldn't even remember something as simple as your birthday?

He went back to his own room, tears streaming down his face. What a terrible person he was, to be so cold to you, even after all you 2 have been through. How could he ever earn your forgiveness for such a horrible act? How could he repent his sins?

The next day, you woke up feeling a little better from yesterday, still sad though, so you went to find Vega

Vega was already awake when you found him waiting at the lobby of the Neb Aula

He brought you to an empty field, where he had prepared a picnic for you (with Arcky's help, he had no idea how to do this on his own)

You both spent the day together at the field, eating the food prepared or simply frolicking around (or you dragging Vega around)

He got you a small music box, its gentle melody had reminded him of your time back in Mid Earthium as kids

"Happy belated birthday Summoner. I love you, and I hope you do too."

Sirius

Sirius is also very unlikely to forget something like this, knowing his personality

But somehow, he did.

He was off doing...actually you didn't know, and neither do I. Whatever shady sorcerers do, I guess

You couldn't find him throughout the day. And he didn't seem to have his stella tab on him, because he wasn't answering your calls. Unless he was ignoring you of course

He hadn't remembered, mostly because he doesn't really celebrate his own birthday

He's been around since Polaris, and after resetting the timelines so many times, altering time so many times, he wasn't even sure how old he was anymore

It was all for you, of course. But he was so focused on his main plan to save you, that he forgot little things here and there. And your birthday was one of those little things

It finally occurred to him what day it was, and he rushed back to Contell immediately, coming into your room through your window, which was conveniently left unlocked for him

It was really late, it wasn't even your birthday day anymore, it was like 2 in the morning of the next day

He found you already asleep, but he could tell you were crying just before this

He sat on an armchair by your bed and as he watched you sleep, Sirius questioned his entire existence

How did he forget that it was your birthday? He should have known, people who aren't sorcerers don't live as long as those chosen by the constellations. Just because he felt that his own birthday wasn't important, doesn't mean that yours wasn't either. In fact, it was all the more even more important

Then he remembered the times you had actually celebrated his birthday with him, as well as other little events he himself didn't even know were things, or simply just hanging around him and going out

No one else he knew did that with him, except Polaris. Which made him love you more. The 2 people whom had cared and loved him so much. He knew he couldn't save Polaris, they had gone too far to be saved. But it wasn't too late for you. And even if he couldn't, the least he could do, is make the time you spent with him the best your ever had

The next day, you found Sirius asleep on the armchair in your room

He took you out (on a date, he doesn't need to shoot you twice.) to a play, one in which he had written the script.

And for the rest of the day, the 2 of you just hung around, and you didn't mind Sirius bringing you around to places you didn't know even existed. But that was what you liked about him, wasn't it?

He brought you back to your room and tucked you in.

He didn't get you anything, claiming that his presence was your present. But you found yourself cuddling a plush of a black dog, with a familiar ribbon tied around its neck when you woke up the next day

The window was left slightly ajar.

"Sweet dreams, Summoner. Happy belated birthday."

Rigel

I'm feeling a little extra today (and I don't want to do linear graphs yet) so here you are @tophatmaker

He is the clan leader of Queen Tet. He swears his own clan is out to drive him insane (they are)

Like Spica, he is consistently busy. And today, Queen Tet was involved in a prank targeted towards Tharaval

He was too busy cleaning up the mess and yelling at his clanmates to remember that it was your birthday

You were shooed away when trying to talk to him

He only realised late at night when he was about to finally go to bed and get some sleep

He went to your room, where he found you sitting on your bed, silent tears streaming down your face

He was very guilty, though you couldn't really read his expression

He made it a point to punish his clan a little harsher for making him forget such an important event (rip Pollux and Sirius)

You couldn't really blame him though, because you knew about the clan-wide prank and understood that Rigel had to clean up his clan's mess

Didn't really make you any less sad that he forgot though

Still, he comforted and explained to you, apologising for forgetting

The next day, he made sure that Queen Tet was running laps around the school under supervision of Spica before bringing you out to walk

He allowed you to go on a shopping spree as an apology, rip his credit card

He took you to a fancy restaurant for dinner, where once again you abused his credit card. He's internally dying, but it's for you, his beloved Summoner. So all is forgiven

Got you a bracelet, one that you had pointed out to him because it had reminded you of him

The 2 of you shared an ice cream sundae together to end the day

"Happy belated birthday, Summoner. I hope you had fun today."

I got carried away for Vega and Sirius, I think there's more angst than happy ending 💀 Ehhhh whatever.

Remember to hydrate yourself and now I have to do linear graphs wish me luck

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alcoholfreenayeon · 4 months

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jichaeng hcs? sfw&nsfw?

AN: Hey, saw that it was your birthday a couple days ago on my tl. I’d have posted this sooner if I knew that. Happy belated birthday I guess🎂.

JiChaeng HCs

SFW HCs

Things were quite awkward between these two for a long time. In more ways than one. Chaeyoung had always been quite formal and for the first couple years, even a little scared of Jihyo. However, over time she had also developed a crush on her.

Jihyo on the other hand had always been a little unsure of how to be around Chaeyoung. She thought of her as quite cute but struggled to balance between treating her as one of the youngest and as a friend. She felt annoyed by this and made an effort to spend more time with Chaeyoung to try to get rid of the barrier and it worked….till she realized that now the only thing on her mind was Chaeyoung.

Despite the two getting closer, Chaeyoung chalked the crush off, believing that things won’t ever go anywhere between them. But spending lots of time with Jihyo both at work and outside of it made it quite difficult to get over it.

While Jihyo was really frustrated because she didn’t know how to proceed things further and eventually ended up confiding in Nayeon about her situation. She expected some teasing and some good advice from her. What she didn’t expect was to be told that Chaeyoung had a crush on her too.

After a nervous confession by Jihyo, Chaeyoung shyly admitted that she did indeed feel the same way and the two finally started dating.

Jihyo insisted on teaching Chaeyoung how to play tennis despite Chaeyoung protesting that she’s not a sporty person. Chaeyoung ended up becoming surprisingly good at it, mostly due to how unorthodox and lazy her play style was, beating Jihyo more times than you might expect.

Jihyo started to cook more because she wanted to make Chaeyoung’s favorite meals and it’s also her way to express her affections.

Chaeyoung developed a habit of sleeping with her face buried in Jihyo’s chest with an arm wrapped around her.

They both secretly wrote a song about the other, wanting to present it at their anniversary.

They watch shows together but often get way too invested in it and it’s a struggle for them to be patient and not watch it without the other. Jihyo once had a free morning while Chaeyoung did not and ended up watching an episode on her own and felt very guilty. Unbeknownst to her, Chaeyoung had already secretly watched that episode the night before while Jihyo slept. Regardless, they both watched it again later that day trying to act surprised at the parts so the other thinks they watched it for the first time.

NSFW HCs

As you might expect, Jihyo is the dom and Chaeyoung is the sub.

Jihyo secretly loves the authority she has over Chaeyoung and often orders her around although sometimes it’s just to tease her.

Jihyo could literally order Chaeyoung to get on her knees at any point and Chaeyoung would obey almost instinctively.

Chaeyoung likes to play with Jihyo’s boobs absentmindedly while watching something.

Their interests don’t always gel but they have ideas to make it interesting. Like Jihyo dragging Chaeyoung away to the bathroom for a quickie when she got somewhat bored while visiting a museum or Chaeyoung feeling tired of tennis after a couple rounds and telling Jihyo that she’d rather serve her than the ball….

Dahyun found about them dating when she heard sounds of a movie she really liked coming from the living room only to walk in to Jihyo making out with Chaeyoung while fingering.

Chaeyoung’s wax play fits in well with Jihyo’s sensitive chest, it’s one of the few times Chaeyoung eagerly takes charge.

Jihyo was really surprised by how explicit and suggestive Chaeyoung can be over text, whether it’s innuendos, pictures or just something straight up outrageous. She doesn’t mind that though, in fact she takes it as a challenge to turn the suggestive confident texting Chaeyoung into a whimpering mess as soon as possible.

Chaeyoung often ends up leaving bite marks on Jihyo’s shoulder.

Jihyo will often catch Chaeyoung staring at her and will tease her about it.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 8 months

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Jamil, Idia: Desires so Deep

Ignore me getting a late start on this new birthday series 💀 (Got busy with irl stuff!!)

Oddly enough, the vignettes don’t mention Jamil’s birthday at all; they’re at the National Art Museum in the Land of Dawning to celebrate its 100th anniversary. It seems this new series (Platinum Jacket) will have vignettes with more focus on how the boys relate to and what they think about important historical figures in Twisted Wonderland!

… Also, the fact that the book 7 part 5 update came out a few days before Jamil’s birthday… and then his vignettes go and show a Maleficent painting in them… Yeah 😭 but what’s even funnier to me is that Idia calls Jamil a chuunibyou WHich iS SO ACCURATE, THANK YoU fOR CALLinG HIS ASS OuT, KING 🙏 What is Jamil doing in that sussy Groovy if not being a chunni…

A Tale as Old as Time.

Contained within a shining platinum frame was an illustration of a starry scene. A man in a fine white turban crowned by a single violet plume. A woman, perched on a balcony, in a refreshing blue-green, a jasmine flower set into her long, dark braid.

They stared longingly into each other’s eyes, conveying an emotion not spoken aloud. No words were needed for what they had: a love so tender it made the night weep. The stars into glittering tears sliding down the face of darkness.

Standing before the painting of the happy couple, Jamil folded his arms and frowned.

… Can feelings truly defy social status?

"A street rat marrying a princess… Hah."

His fingers curled to fists, digging into the pristine white fabric of his suit. Jamil's expression remained neutral, no hint of the bitterness brewing within. He was a master of leashing it.

What nonsense. I doubt their happiness lasted long. The difference in their standing is far too vast to be bridged.

Jamil lowered his gaze and looked away.

Adjacent to the loving pair was a spindly man with a curled goatee. His crimson and black headdress resembled the flared hood of a desert viper—a look iconic to the Sorcerer of the Sands. He gleefully clasped a golden oil lamp in his long, bony fingers. A remarkable achievement, an item he had been searching his entire life for.

Now, here was a great man. Someone who had slaved away and earned his reputation, climbed in social ranks on merit alone. The Sorcerer of the Sands would die a highly accomplished man, advisor to a sultan, renown scholar mage, and seeker of truth.

The very symbol of Scarabia’s spirit of deliberation.

"Jamil-shi?"

The voice was soft and nervous, like that of a specter not yet parted from this world. A faint blue glow fell upon the Sorcerer of the Sands.

Jamil turned, releasing a sigh when he realized who had appeared beside him. "... Oh. It's you, Idia-senpai."

"Eeep!" His upperclassman jumped at the mention of his name. He clung to the doorway, and anxiety evident on his pale face.

"Well? Don't let my presence deter you from appreciating the artwork."

"N-No, that's okay!! It was getting to be too crowded in the main hall, so I wanted to dip and take a breather somewhere quiet to let my stamina recharge... b-but that's completely pointless if other people are still around!"

"You won't even notice me. I not a snake—I don't bite," Jamil insisted flatly. Not unless I want to. "You look suspicious lurking in the doorframe. You may as well come in."

Left with no other choice, Idia awkwardly shuffled into the exhibit.

He positioned himself a good distance away from Jamil, not saying so much as a word as he stared at an ornate figure of a broad-bodied ape. Its lips were twisted into a grotesquely wide smile.

Nestled in the monkey’s palms was a massive red jewel, glistening even in the scarce light. Idia's own terrified reflection bounced back at him in the gem’s many facets.

"Can't believe I got dragged out for this," the third year grumbled under his breath. "I-I wanted to go to that pop-up Sled Over Heels collab cafe with the walk-in museum... Instead I have to be here and gawk at the same pictures I've seen over and over again in magic history textbooks... Aaah, it totally doesn't compare at all to cute anime girls pouring all their passion into the artful sport of sledding!"

Some small, fragmented part of Jamil grimaced at the disrespect, try as he might to close off his ears, to not engage. No good ever comes of provoking a stubborn mule, he chided himself.

But the devil on his left shoulder pounced.

"Idia-senpai," Jamil spoke carefully, a slight edge to his voice. It made the hairs on the back of Idia's neck stand at attention. "Are you not a fan of this style of artwork? Or is it the subject matter you find distasteful?"

His upperclassmen startled. Horrified as the realization that Jamil had heard his every complaint, the tips of his flaming hair colored pink.

"W-Well... I'm not exactly a buff for this kind of thing," Idia stuttered. "It's ancient history. Been there, don’t that. Th-There's really no point in being on that grind cycle if it all just amounts to the same ending anyway. That's basically all history is, anyway."

Jamil bristled—though he took care to not let it show. "I beg to differ. The story of the Sorcerer of the Sands defies such paltry notions. He struggled much in his life, even served under a carefree, incompetent sultan that barely listened to a work he said.”

I know what that’s like.

“Jamil…!”

A smile he thoroughly detested flashed in his mind. So big and pearly and irritating as he offered him his hand.

“Let’s start over. We can be rivals… but we can be friends too.”

But that boy was a fool.

Feelings can’t trump social status. Not then, not now. Not ever.

“And yet it was thanks to his contributions that he is remembered today as one of the greatest men to have ever lived. The Sorcerer of the Sands was able to break free and live as he desired. He acquired the Genie of the Lamp and phenomenal cosmic power. He decided his own destiny.”

"Uweh, sounds like he's your kami-oshi, Jamil-shi... I guess it makes sense though, since you and the Sorcerer of the Sands are the same character archetype and everything. Chunnibyous gotta stick together and all…”

"… What is that supposed to mean?" Jamil planted his hands on his hips. He didn’t understand all of Idia’s slang, but he also wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

Idia's eyes—wide and anxious—cut away from him. “I-It’s nothing important…”

“Then why are you hiding it?”

“B-Because you’re definitely the type who would hold a grudge if anyone pisses you off!!”

“How rude. I’m offended that you think so lowly of me.” Jamil allowed himself a little smirk. “I’ll have you know that I won’t stop there. In fact, I’ll enact a vengeance plot so excruciatingly humiliating that you won’t ever be able to face the light of day comfortably again.”

“S-See?! That’s what I meant!! Y-You’re a certified chuunibyou!!”

“Whatever that means, I assure you that I’m not. Is it so wrong to look back on history and to appreciate how far we’ve come since?”

“Th-That’s…”

Jamil found himself returning to the painting of the Sorcerer with the lamp. He was almost drawn to it, lulled into a hypnotic trance. An item that could make all of his hopes come true…

“Let me ask you this: if you could have any wish granted, what would that wish be?”

“E-Eh?! Any wish…” Idia fiddled with the glittering buttons on his suit. He nibbled on his lower lip, a darkness having swept up what little color there was left to him. “I-I can’t say it, but… more than anything, there’s someone I want to say goodbye to.”

“I see. A fond farewell.”

Letting go.

Jamil’s chest tightened.

In a distant memory, flowers of fire lit up the night. He had been dancing then, hair and fabric flying as he spun and spun and spun. When had he last felt so free? His wings unbound, the sky as his limits.

“As for myself, what I wish for most of all is…”

He glanced back at the painting of the two lovers. Star-crossed, against a star-streaked sky. Adventure calling, liberation beckoning.

A look most malicious graced his careful controlled features. Lips in a lopsided smirk, eyes like daggers, glinting sinisterly in the dark. Concealed weapons rising to the surface.

“… to be well-connected with people who may prove useful in attaining my dreams. Yes, that’s it. Useful.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #Idia Shroud #Jamil Viper #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #Jafar #Aladdin #Princess Jasmine #something no one asked for #Jamil birthday takeover #Zazu #Maleficent

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angelisgonnastartchangingurls · 1 month

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richard, on a monday

sometimes over the weekends, robbie would go home to visit their parents. annie always declined to join him. the following weekend was one such trip, but ironically, their dad was in the city for the morning, so annie met him for brunch and then they took a quick trip to a museum. her phone buzzed while she was there and she checked the photo from robbie. it was a shot of their mom in the kitchen, fully nude. "mom just hanging out naked since it's just me here," he said. she was looking away in the photo, unaware it was being taken. oddly, annie found it kind of hot. she pinched and zoomed in on her mother's bush. the growth pattern was similar to hers.

"fucking hot," annie replied.

"lol," he said. "she asked if i minded and i said of course not, she looks hot. she liked that."

"i'm with dad but fully dressed," annie said.

"disappointed in u" he replied.

that night, annie went on her first proper date with ted. since their first hookup the previous weekend, they'd gotten together for a quick, rough midweek fuck but tonight they had dinner.

still, one of his first questions to annie was whether or not she was wearing panties. "of course not," she'd told him.

it was so easy to talk to him. they were there for 2 hours, and annie was drunk by the time they left. which made getting facefucked by ted's thick cock in the kitchen a lot of fun. it was, she realized, the first time she'd actually sucked his cock -- every other time had been an urgent, hard, brief fuck.

they took their time tonight. ted skillfully ate annie's pussy, made her cum, and then took her through a long, multi-position fuck. annie clocked after a few minutes that ted may have taken one of his pills, which was confirmed when he pulled out to cum on her stomach and then went back in to continue. annie reached for her phone and made an appreciative video of ted railing her cum-covered pussy. after he finished the second time (and annie finished for the fourth time) she sent the clip to both julia and robbie.

"oh FUCK" julia replied

"good girl," robbie replied.

once again annie woke up in ted's bed alone, but this time thought to put one of his shirts on before she went out to the kitchen and found lucy. "morning," annie said. she pulled out her phone and immediately showed lucy the video.

"oh wow," lucy said. "can i uh, borrow your phone?"

annie told her the passcode and let her take it back to her room. ted came back before lucy came out of her room, so they flirted for a while over bagels. eventually lucy emerged bottomless from her room, her bald pussy reddened slightly from activity. "morning sleepyhead," ted said, cluelessly.

later, annie saw that lucy had added her number to annie's phone, and had taken some nudes of herself in bed. "you're hot" annie texted her.

"if you have any younger male friends please show them," lucy said.

"i'll show my brother," annie said.

"okay," lucy said.

she showed robbie lucy's nudes. "how old is she?" he asked, concerned.

"18," annie said, not actually certain.

"nice," he said. "show her my cock."

annie helped him get hard. just with her hands - after his birthday she hadn't sucked it again.

"OMG," lucy replied. "your brother lets you take pics of his dick?" annie had even sent one of herself flashing a peace sign next to robbie's cock.

"yeah we're very close," annie said.

"after the divorce my dad's sister started coming around here a lot when we moved in," lucy said. "i barely saw her growing up but now i see her all the time."

"she must have hated your mom," annie said.

"yep," lucy said. "anyway, i thought it was kind of weird that she'd like, get out of the shower naked around my dad. i guess it's not that weird though."

"i love it," annie said. "is she shaved?"

"no," lucy said. "so we have an advantage there."

that afternoon was richard's first session since the gallery show. he'd been in paris the week before. but he first wanted to know if annie was OK and why'd she left so quickly.

"i was embarrassed about that photo she showed you," annie said. "you know, you invite me to a gallery and i get high and get my tits out."

he laughed. "that's what artists want you do to," he said. "it's fine, i'm an adult, i can see your breasts and still respect you."

having that resolved, they checked in on richard's most recent paris visit. he met a bunch of his daughter's local friends, and, he confided in annie, slept with one of them.

"ooh la la," annie said. "nothing wrong with a little french pastry."

she asked if his daughter was aware of it, and he'd told annie that he'd gotten laid on the couch of his daughter's flat while his daughter had sex with a young man in her "room" which was only separated by a japanese screen.

"very intimate," annie said, getting very wet.

"it was pretty dark and i think we were both trying to be somewhat quiet," he said.

"somewhat?"

"i was certainly aware when she climaxed," he said.

"i love that," annie said.

he told her that after, his daughter and the female friend had hopped into the shower together to clean each other off.

"so your daughter was cleaning your cum..."

"out of her friend's bush, yes," he said. "i watched."

"wow," annie said.

"sorry," he said. "is that too much?"

"no," annie said abruptly. "i mean, your relationship will accept as much closeness as it will accept. it's just the two of you. it's a dynamic that requires closeness and this is how you're building it. as two adults who definitely enjoy sex."

"you seem a little agitated as you're saying this though," richard said. "your face is a little flushed and you're speaking very quickly. i just want to know you're being honest with me about how you feel."

"i'm like this because i'm aroused," annie said.

richard chuckled. "ok, i feel reassured that you're being honest."

"what was the morning like," annie said, shifting in her seat.

"she had a lightly nervous energy, but was walking around her kitchenette fully nude," he said. "and honestly, briefly, i was too."

"oh?" annie said.

"i'd fallen asleep au naturale on the couch," he said. "so i woke up like that, and rather alert."

annie smiled. "and she saw."

"she did."

"i love that for her."

"you don't think it was a problem?"

"well, has she sent you any nude photos since then?"

he opened his phone to show her the last text from her -- a selfie from bed, nude, smiling. "have a nice flight!" she'd written. her pussy looked particularly full and hairy. it was nice.

"i think your relationship is preserved," annie said.

when annie got home, dizzy from pills she'd taken after seeing richard, robbie was home from their parents' house. annie relaxed on the bed as he told her that early that morning, their mom had walked in on him jerking off in his room. she'd apologized profusely, covering her eyes, but not leaving the room, and robbie had just said, "it's fine, i don't care, it's just my dick." and she'd laughed and opened her eyes and said, "you're bigger than your father." and he'd said, "i guess i got it from your side of the family," and she'd said, "yes, my father was hung like a horse." and he laughed and said, "how do you know?" and his mom had said, "i was always pretty casually naked around the house to piss my mom off, so he never hid anything from me, either." and he'd told her -- she was apparently wearing one of their dad's t-shirts at the time, he'd told her she was overdressed, and so she'd taken the t-shirt off, and was in just a white pair of panties. and so he'd told her that her bush looked really great in those panties, and she'd giggled and said he was too sweet and he'd said, "no seriously it's a great bush, i might have to start stroking again," and she'd giggled and then pulled her panties down. and he'd taken his phone and told her he was gonna take a picture of her, and she'd actually posed for him - hand on her hips, panties around her thighs, and then she'd turned around to show him her ass. he showed annie the pictures. she looked good.

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kanzakurawrites · 3 months

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Random Thoughts I Had While Rewatching Wicked World S1:

(yes I am fully aware its a kids show with limited time but I will still yell about things XD)

They REALLY had to make Mall's eyes gray? brown? seems to change but still, her eyes are GREEN

"At my birthday parties" You had ONE birthday party Evie. One.

And evil minion bakers? Really?

Wait, so Miss "Give Your Spellbook to the Museum" D2 Evie is here, sixish months before or whatever the timeline in, begging Mal to use magic to help her?

Why is Evie so shallow in this?

WHY IS SHE SO DITZY? Stop, Evie would know not to eat chemicals DX (Actually, I bet most Isle kids would know that)

WHAT IS BEN'S OUTFIT! None of that goes together. Bring his suit back. Or goodness gracious, why not a simple button down and slacks? Blue and black. What is this?

pffft, Ak's making up words

so Audrey also has a single dorm.

It took Jane FOURTEEN YEARS to realize she has magic? No, I refuse.

at least Audrey and Ben are still friends

Seriously, there is no timeline in this world

Sustainable urban planning. You know, for someone who wanted nothing to do with the Isle in D2, Evie sure is invested in making it a better place

"Thanks to my dad" *gasp* Is Ben throwing shade at his father

I'm sorry, I can not get behind Aurora's daughter afraid of some mud

The fact that Mal loves it is hilarious

I wonder when Evie finally donated her mirror

I know that a lot of people headcanon Freddie and Uma being sisters since China voiced Freddie, but tbh I think it would be interesting if they're cousins.

(Yes i like the hc, I just have Uma's dad as someone else and then came up with the cousins thing XD)

"retract your claws" "But I just had them sharpened!"

Seriously, yo mama battles?

So how old IS CJ? I'm guessing 13 or 14, but they almost imply she's around Mal's age... but unless she and Harry have different mom's that doesn't work.

Jordan, WHY are you doing a southern belle accent?

I want to see Beast's funny birthday dance

a two hour exam on SMILING?

so it definitely seems canon that the VKs were dragged online, and always end up on there even if they had no clue their pictures were being taken. Could factor into Mal's D2 transformation and breakdown

are we SURE this is the same Lonnie in the movies?

The fact that the Auradon Girls are singing "Good is the New Bad"

so whatever happened with this whole cheerleading thing for Evie and Mal

That doesn't sound like Jay either!

"You lied to keep him from bugging you" I like this Ben

But Evie WASN'T AROUND WHEN YOU WERE KIDS

HOW does Carlos speak dog? This makes no sense

the fact that Audrey is hanging out in Evie and Mal's room

I am getting fed up with all the made up words

I wonder how many people just randomly brush Ruby's hair

"I want to go from the one who lost the crown to the one who won!" Highly doubt that was intended to be D3 foreshadowing, but it makes good foreshadowing

The fact that they are fighting over the color of purple Mal wears

And here's Jane, accusing Mal of stealing

The fact that everyone keeps accusing Mal of things. Seriously, no wonder the poor girl thought she had to change her appearance and herself to the point of breaking down

but why didn't she TALK TO BEN

Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if Jay still struggles with stealing sometimes. Same for even Aladdin and Eugene.

Mal being so supportive of Jane is adorable

The fact that Jane is still suspicious of the VK's

They're accusing her of KIDNAPPING her own BOYFRIEND

and WHERE IS THE SECURITY?! THE HIGH KING IS THERE! AND OTHER ROYAL CHILDREN

#thisisnotmyLonnie

CJ liking Mal is interesting considering how Harry feels about her.

#again #I know its a show #i just poke fun #there is still no excuse for bad characterization #or Ben's outfits #disney descendants #descendants

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jmdbjk · 8 months

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Bangtan Weekly Report

Why did JK come back to Korea?? I seriously thought it was to send Yoongi off but we're still not there yet.

This trip for JK is supposedly associated with a fashion schedule. Seems like if he was on his way to the VMAs they'd be ramming his appearance down everyone's throat for clout.

Personally, I hope he does not appear on that farce of an award show but if he does he'll pomichidai or however you spell it.

Dazed and Jungfused. He let those nipples see daylight and hasn't looked back.

JK is single-handedly dragging us along in Chapter 2, force-feeding us some grown-ass man full bleed adult Bangtan with his cigarette-smoking, nipple-feuled photos.

You know Mr. OG with the nipples will need to step up his game now right?

Tae x Layover ... poor guy wondering why everyone was cursing him out during his listening party on Stationhead.

So I listened to Layover. Added it to my playlists. It's nice, jazzy, R&B. Those genres are not my usual vibe.

Of all the songs, I think Slow Dancing is the one I like best. They were right to choose that as the title track.

The MV is gorgeous, except for the weird images of Yeontan in the trees of the mountain. Those kinda creeped me out... a little hokey, lol.

I was surprised that the songs are heavy in English lyrics. I know Tae has memorized things in English for things like award shows and all, it never seemed like he was confident in speaking English so it surprises me there is so much English in these songs.

Perhaps this is why he had Jungkook record the guides so he could follow them to help with pronunciation.

I watched a few of his Layover promotion interviews. I've been waiting to see him let more of his personality out during this solo rollout.

Tae is very animated and expressive when he speaks. And this is where I say he would excel at acting. He mentioned wanting to play a villian and I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT!

The Weverse Magazine story and today's Suchwita episode were more enlightening to me than anything else so far and gave me more insight as to the differences between him and the others. He made me understand his personality better. He made me realize or remember how sentimental he is. They talked in-depth about several topics: 2018, Chapter 2, individual projects and best of all they talked about when they get back together as 7. It did make me tear up when he said when they get back together he would like them to go on a trip together.

Anyway...

Tae has been feeding us on Instagram daily along with Namjoon...

Happy 29th birthday Namjoon!

You are loved and admired. Thank you for normalizing fuzzy mole head Bangtan, but I'm still going to fall down in a weeping mess when I see Jimin's head like that.

RM just going about his business and showing Jimin some art. The Leeum Museum is within walking distance of their apartments at Nine One, not that I think they walked there, they probably went in Jimin's car since Joon still doesn't drive... just kidding... but who knows. I got behind a Porsche Panamera the other day and was thrilled. That's a much larger car than I originally thought it was.

[Pretty sure that's a drink Jimin's holding in his left hand. Maybe iced coffee.]

I want to think that some deep conversations happened while these two were contemplating art. How can deep conversations NOT happen when you are hanging around Joon?

And Hobi and Jin still making their presence known on Weverse and IG. We are on the downslide for Jin. I can't wait for him to be back.

I think, not 100% sure, but I think after Korean men are discharged from the military they are automatically put in reserves. I didn't know that until the other day. So we may think they are scott-free when they are discharged but not really. Phooey.

💜💜💜

Just a quick thing for insight: Miley Cyrus said touring is hard for her because she felt her "ego" gets "overused" and that "it's hard to turn it off." She said "I think when you're training your ego every single night to be active, that's the hardest switch, for me, to turn off." Having every day the relationship between her and other humans to be basically 'subject' and 'observer' isn't healthy for her because it erases her humanity and her connection.

Just food for thought...

#i thought jimin was skinny #have you seen tae?#95z are beanpoles #chapter 2 isn't about taking off shirts?#then what's it about tae?#someone's bound to be the first to do a chapter 2 full frontal #no i mean front chest get your mind out of the gutter #and then we know what's next #bangtan weekly report

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mirahuyooo · 1 year

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EEYYY~ Number 002 for KNJ pleasee✨💳 Make my heart melt🥰

002. “My love is yours if you’re willing to take it.” + kim namjoon

— what's your take on love?

word count: 1,343 contents: FLUFF SO FLUFFY, romance, friends to lovers, idol x non idol, namjooning with namjoon uwu, deep talks on love rawr, KIM NAMJOON BEING SO BF MATERIAL BEFORE HE'S A BF??? one minute he's smooth, the next he's clumsy ass is tryna cover it up lol, rip to the bikes, so fluffy 😭💖💞💓 pairing: kim namjoon x reader

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A/N: AYEEE thanks for joining anon! 💖👄💖 i got carried away ✋😭 but i hope this MELTS your heart just as you wanted 🥺💞💓💖 yes, I'm bringing back the picture of namjoon leaning on a pole, serving bOYFRIEND 🛐🛐🛐 i hope you guys enjoyed!!

Kim Namjoon had begun a friend of a friend, you see—a surprise of a lifetime you were met with during a birthday party. You've only ever seen him on screens—big or small—and only ever heard of him in the media, but, if you must admit, it can never beat the sight of him in real life.

It had been fairly easy to spot him amongst the small crowd. He stood tall and idly by a corner, leaning against the wall as he gingerly sipped at his drink and watched the people around him, some of whom were murmuring the idol's name and stealing not-so-subtle glances while they kept their distance.

It must be troublesome, you had thought, and so you swore not to subject him under the same form of discomfort.

However, whether or not fate decided to reward your bare minimum decision or simply to mess with you, you were soon entangled with the idol in several more instances. It wasn't long before Kim Namjoon became your friend too.

In time, you became a museum enthusiast, a frequent guest of his studio, and a late-night biker along the Han River.

Like now.

Tired from cycling, the two of you decided to sit by a bench somewhere in an empty park, facing the river and leisurely watching the city skyline lighting up the dark sky. Even as you munch and warm yourself on some eomuktang Namjoon got you both from a street stall, the night's chill still nips at you.

Next to you, Namjoon leans against a lampost where the bikes had also been positioned at. He was nearly done with his cup when he suddenly posed you a query.

"What's your take on love?"

Though the question flusters you, it didn't come as much of a surprise. Namjoon and you often have idle talks about all sorts of things—things he often randomly says in the midst of silence to strike meaningful conversations.

You hum, thinking for a moment or two as you sip on the warm soup. "I think it's everywhere, even if we don't think it is," you eventually say, smiling softly. "Romantically or platonically, it's in our nature to love, even amidst adversities, otherwise we wouldn't have lasted long as a species."

One would suppose being in the presence of such a well-rounded, gentle man like Namjoon would give you a little more faith in the world. "Most people go looking for romance, craving to satiate their loneliness so much that they tend to forget love in other forms—friends, family, kind strangers, cats, and other cute things."

You soon hear a chuckle to your left, Namjoon attempting to hide the fact behind his hand. It wasn't one of ridicule, you know well, but you still squint your eyes at him. "What?" you ask, a pout on your lips as you finish the last of the fishcake and the soup.

Namjoon's eyes disappear into crescents with a dimpled smile being the culprit. "Your eyes sparkle when you talk like that, you know?" he says, grabbing your cup and throwing it into a nearby trash can along with his. "It's cute."

Not a second later, his suave dissolves upon realizing the words he just said. "Sorry, I don't know why I said that," he bashfully retracts in your stunned silence.

Honestly, you don't know whether to laugh or die a blushing mess.

There had always been moments where his thoughts would go unfiltered and he says cheeky things—dare you say it, flirtatious and borderline dangerous. "What about you then?" you prompt to save you both from further embarrassment. "What's love for you?"

Namjoon gladly takes the change of direction and smiles, a bit more softer as he loses himself to deeper thoughts. "Life and love go hand in hand," he decides, staring into the river. "Both are unpaved, unpredictable paths where either flowers grow or the ground hurts your feet. It often leaves you defenseless, but there's a promise and bliss to it—something that makes you feel a whole lot better and shapes you as a person."

You don't miss the way he eases as he speaks, or the way he seems to have something—or someone—in mind. Though your heart clenches at the notion, you scoot closer towards him on the bench. "Ooh, sounds like someone's speaking from experience," you muse, head tilting in intrigue as you half-pry and half-jest. "Who is it?"

For a good minute, Namjoon fumbles with the zipper of his hoodie, obviously hesitating whether or not to entertain your comment. There's a slight furrow forming between his brows, and for a moment then you began to worry if you had poked at the wrong matter.

"You," Namjoon says before you could try to move the conversation along, effectively freezing you yet again into a look of shock.

He leans off the lampost, blushing both from the cold and the moment he thrusted you two into. "I know it'll be under difficult circumstances, but," he coughs into his hand, attempting to compose himself as he's unable to look you in the eyes. "My love is yours if you're willing to take it."

Kim Namjoon is a poet with his words, and yet for someone so used to the heat of the stage, he stands before you, a bit hunched and meek in anticipation as if he wasn't a giant himself. He's vulnerable, just as he said a person loving something would—raw and at the mercy of your answer.

You knew then and there that you've been handed a sword of choice. There's a chance to pierce it through him here and now, while he kisses your blade and presents his heart out for taking, and there's also the decision to hold the sword down and swear to protect whatever you and him have with it.

The path of love is indeed unpredictable, much so for someone like him who has a life paved with many hurdles as a celebrity. The two of you might not make it—might lose the precious bond you've formed over the months, and might grow to resent one another for it.

However, there is a promise and bliss to love, one that holds the possibility that the two of you might make it—might end up surviving whatever beasts and plights you encounter together, and might look back at life one day, grateful and full-filled to say you took the risk.

You know well you already love Kim Namjoon—love him for his apologetic clumsiness and forgetfulness, his profound view of life, his dedication to his craft, and his big, endlessly loving heart.

You know well you've fallen in love with Kim Namjoon, too—fallen for how he subtly looks out for you and always considers your wellbeing, values your insights and thoughts on his work, and cherishes every bit of moments with you.

You know well what your answer is.

(Besides, who would ever dare to choose to hurt this beautiful man?)

"I'm sorry. Forget I said anyth—"

The sound of bikes crashing onto the pavement knocks you out of your stupor, Namjoon having bumped into them in his haste.

You fondly shake your head, getting up to help him prop the bikes back against the lampost. "No, let me answer," you softly insist, placing one hand atop his on the bike handle.

Namjoon waits, a bit more eager and hopeful.

Your hands reach up, gently caressing his face. "It's only fair," you lightheartedly conclude with a smile on your lips, half-teasing and half-enamored. "A heart for a heart."

Mouth agape, Namjoon blinks down at you—one, two—and takes a minute to process your words. It doesn't take too long for his dimples to come out, brought out by a foolishly wide and giddy grin that you feel in your hands. (You love him back? You love him back!)

His arm circles around you as his hand finds its familiar place at your waist. "A heart for a heart," he gleefully affirms, kissing your palm. "That does sound like a nice exchange."

You can't help but return his warm embrace. It very much does.

#happy 4 years to me writing shit <3 #im so soft rn bye #bts au #bts imagines #bts drabbles #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fluff #bts writing #kim namjoon imagines #kim namjoon fluff #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon drabbles

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randoauthor · 2 years

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Love Letters to no one (B.B)

Pairings: Rooster x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Maverick x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, fluff, mentions of death

Word count: 1.1k words

Author’s Note: Hey! This idea has come to me here and there over time and I realized how much it plays on my life! I hope y’all enjoy!

Part One: Lost Boys

Part two is out!

He was four. He was a four-year-old boy and he had just lost his father. Hell, I wasn’t even around yet. It took my parents four more years to make a mistake and then BAM! there I was. Bradley loved most things in life. He loved his mother and looked at her like she had hung the moon and stars. He loved my dad, relying on him to be his uncle and best friend. He loved his dad, a man I never met but gosh, when you look into Bradley’s eyes you see him. You see Goose in the way he moves and talks and acts.

I think that is why dad was adamant about staying in his life. I think part of him thought that by keeping Bradley around he’d have Goose with him too. Honestly, I think he kept that thought process when Carole died too. Only by then, he had messed up so bad that Bradley wouldn’t talk to him anymore.

By the time Bradley was twelve my dad and I had already received word that his mom was sick. Of course, being eight you don’t really understand the concept of sick, and it would be only six years after Carole’s passing that my mom would pass too.

Bradley and I were inseparable, we did everything together. From my dad making us breakfast in the morning to his mom doing my hair before his senior prom. Our family dynamic worked for us though it may have appeared weird on the outside, inside it was perfect.

I don’t really know what went wrong between them. They were perfect until three days after Carole’s funeral.

“I can’t believe you” Bradley spat, fire in his eyes.

“Bradley please you wouldn’t understand” Dad took a step closer to the boy, he was shaking but I didn’t know if it was from anger or tears.

“This was my one wish, the one thing that made me closer to my dad!” He seemed upset but there wasn’t much prying I could do sitting on the bottom step of our staircase, peering in through the doorway. I wasn’t sure if they knew I was there.

“No it’s not Bradley, you are closer to your dad than you realize.” Dad’s posture seemed to soften as he placed a hand on Bradley’s shoulder. “You are so much like your dad already.” Bradley moved away from him, his stance defensive as he glanced over my dad’s shoulder at me.

“I can’t have this conversation here, not with Lemon here.” I smile, Bradley gave me the nickname Lemon when I was five, the sandy-haired eight-year-old told me I was like a lemon because I was sweet sometimes and I was sour sometimes. I don’t remember the last time someone called me by my actual name after that day. Dad gave me a sympathetic look as he shut the doors to his office.

After that Bradley left. I wasn’t sure where he was going because he didn’t make it into the naval academy as he had originally planned, but after that day he was just.

Gone.

His letters started to come weekly and by month one I have accumulated around ten letters from him, just talking about anything he wanted to talk about. How he missed me, he’d tell me he was safe but regardless of how many times I would as he would never give me an exact location.

By year two of Bradley leaving the letters stopped coming as frequently, maybe once or twice a month.

By year four I was lucky to enjoy getting one at all, his contact had become nonexistent, birthday cards never came, and letters were few and far between. The box I had remained relatively empty. He had gone from being my best friend to a stranger in a matter of four years. The pictures stayed like a time capsule, our last happy moments together hung up on my wall like a museum.

He didn’t show up to my mom's funeral. He knew it was happening. I sent him a letter, I told him that she had asked for him before she died. He didn’t seem to care though, if he had cared he would have shown up.

It’s been years at this point. I’m 34 now, and California is treating me well. I ended up at the naval academy right out of college, and then graduated top of my class at TOPGUN. I am one of the best female pilots there is. I take my last name seriously and while my father could have pulled some strings to get to where I am today, I can proudly state that I did this all on my own.

Lieutenant (y/n) “Lemon” Mitchell at your service.

“Lemon your father is causing trouble again.” Sighing I began moving from my group of friends across the bar to my father, I notice he was keeping a conversation with a beautiful woman. Just as I was to approach I watched as she rang the bell.

“Sorry Maverick, but rules are rules.” My father chucked as the bar erupted into cheers and applause. “I guess this round is on me.” My father smiled before turning his gaze to me. “Penny, this is my daughter (y/n).” I smile softly, “everyone calls me Lemon.” Penny nodded in understanding before the bar began to flood with patrons all throwing random drinks on my dad's tab.

I stood off to the side and chuckled as his tab kept rising. Not noticing a man walking towards me.

“You’re new around here aren’t you? I think I’d remember a pretty little thing like yourself.” I glance up. A brown-haired book smirks down at me, an all-knowing gleam in his eye. “I’m Jake, callsign hangman if you are into that kind of stuff.”

Realizing now that I didn’t look like a navy aviator in my civilians I decided to play along.

“Woah, so that makes you like a pilot right?” I pretended to sound interested. His smile grows wider as he continues to talk my ear off about the job that we share, unaware of my status.

“I just realized gorgeous I never actually got your name.” Hangman grew quiet at the sudden realization. Letting out a soft laugh I go to share my identity.

Before I get the chance I’m stopped by a familiar voice.

“That would be Lieutenant Mitchell, callsign Lemon.”

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Happy birthday!!! 🥳 Can you do 34 with Steven Grant?

All that ends well end with you

Prompt: 34. All’s well that ends well to end up with you.

A/N: Hi lovely!! Thank you for wishing me happy birthday and for the reques!! I’m really sorry it took me a while but I been really having a hard time but still here it is, for all the other request I promise you I’ll write them as fast as I can, and with this request it’s a little bit of drama but a good end, lots of love!!

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Steven was a routine guy, he got up, took off the restrains from his ankle, he make sure he didn’t got out of the sand line, he took the tape out of the door, feed Gus, get ready to work, as he called his mother on his way to the museum, he listen to Donna’s mean comments, he get back to his place and get ready to sleep. He didn’t had a problem with his routine but one day everything changed when he notice the new barista on the coffeshop of the museum, your smile make him realized that he was starring, he tried to keep his day as normal as he could but every now and then he took a look at you.

If he was honest sometimes he wondered how you got interested in him, but you were, you spent most of your free time together, you made him company when he had to stay late, he talked to you about Egypt and you couldn’t help but smile with your excitement. But after a few months he noticed that something changed, suddenly you were busy most of the time, when you were around him you seemed distant and he noticed it’s been a while since he saw your smile, so he decided to confront you.

-are you ok, love?- he asked you, you just nodded at him -are you sure, it seems that something is bothering you…

-What is this, Steven?- you said looking at him.

-It’s a box that is supposed to look like Pandora’s box…

-No- you said -I mean what is this- you said as you pointed at the two of you.

-Um, I’m not quite sure that I’m understanding that question.

-You know what, forget it, I’m being silly, I thought you like me but I think I’m just fooling myself- he was surprised about what you just said.

-I…- he started to say, you looked at him waiting for more words to come out of his mouth but nothing did, you gave him a weak smile.

-It’s ok Steven…. I have to go- you said, Steven get up off his seat -no, it’s ok, I know my way out, and I’m not going to be a bother anymore so goodbye Steven.

He try to talk to you the next day, but apparently you got vacations, and you didn’t answered his text or calls, if he was honest he didn’t know what to do, Marc told him that you’ll be back in no time, but Jake keeps saying that it was your loss, but he doesn't want to lose you, he likes to be around you, he wants to be with you. If he was honest he didn’t know how he ended up outside your door, he just realized where he was when you opened the door.

-Steven?- You asked confused.

-Oh, hi…- He said nervously.

-It’s everything alright?

-Yes… I…- He started to say but he couldn’t find the words -Actually no, I miss you, and you haven’t responded to my text or my calls…

-What 's the point? I miss you too but I can’t be with a guy who doesn’t know if he loves me…

-I don’t like you…

-Ok that’s completely understandable and if you excuse me I have something to do- You said as you tried to close your door but Steven’s hand stopped you.

-I know I don't like you because I realized that I was in love with you.

-You are? Then why didn't you say it?

-Because I’m not sure if you notice but I'm not the best at saying what I want- he said -but with you… I can talk to you about everything and when you look at me with that funny look everything stops, I even forgot about the two other men in my head- he noticed your were a little confused -I’ll tell you about that love, I’ll tell you whatever you want, but right know I need to tell you that this time without you was like crossing the duat over again- He thinks for a moment- I’ll tell you that story too, but I understand that everything that ends well end up with you- you giggle.

-Isn’t that a phrase from a taylor swift’s song?

-You got me- he said, making you laugh, you got so close to him that you could feel his breath brushing your cheek, you looked down and took his hand before you looked at him with a soft smile.

-So you tell me anything I want?- he nod -And what if what I want to hear is you saying you love me again?- he smile.

-I love you- he said, you smile before you kiss him.

-In case you didn’t get it, I love you too.

Xxxxx

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