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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 2 months

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could you do ethan x fem reader smut where they aren’t allowed to see each other due to their families feuding??

like real romeo and juliet kind of this where he climbs up into the window while she’s doing skincare or something. i can literally imagine them just talking about how much they missed each other (because they aren’t allowed to be together) then it ends up escalating into like dom ethan smut 😋😋

sorry if that’s confusing!!

Hi! I hope you like this!💕 I had the worst writers block for the last few days and I'm trying to get back into it haha

Check Yes, Juliet - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Your forbidden to see Ethan after some drama between your family and his, so he sneaks through your bedroom window to see you.

Contains: Fluff, a hint of angst, Dom!-ish Ethan(Nothing super rough), I used "good girl" in this because I feel like Ethan would totally say that. oral - m and f receiving, p in v, Unprotected sex(Pulling out though:) Jesus, If I missed anything, let me know 💕

A/N: Ya girl loves pop-punk, especially from the 2000's so that's where I got the title for this lmao.

You grew up with Ethan, quickly becoming best friends because your parents were so close to his…until they weren’t. They had this huge falling out after Richie’s killing spree in Woodsboro. When you were both told you couldn’t see each other, you rebelled, and it only made the two of you even closer. So close that it turned into a secret relationship.

During summer break before you were both getting ready to start college, it got so much harder to see Ethan. Your mom worked from home, and your dad saved up his PTO so he could take time off to spend time with you before you left for university. It was the same one Ethan was going to, and you felt a little relieved that you’d finally have the opportunity to be with him without worrying about what your parents thought. They probably wouldn’t even let you go if they found out he was going to the same school, especially after they forced you to block his number and all of his social media. Ethan found his way around it because he couldn’t just not talk to you.

You’d just gotten home from dinner with your parents, excusing yourself to get ready for bed. You were so tired after a long day with them, and you couldn’t wait to talk to Ethan. You had this app your parents had no idea that you used to message him. You let him know that you were home, and waited for him to respond as you took your makeup off.

When he messaged you back, your eyes widened, wondering if he was crazy when he said he was outside of your house. You walked over to your window and opened the curtain to see your boyfriend standing in your front yard, a sweet smile on his lips as you quietly opened the window.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you whisper-yelled, as he held his finger up to your mouth for you to be quiet. He walked over to the tree beside your window, easily climbing up it as he made his way to you. “Ethan, this is crazy,” you said, as he crawled inside, his feet hitting the floor harder than he expected them to. You soon heard someone running up the stairs. “Shit. Hide under my bed.”

“You okay, sweetheart?” your mom asked as she opened the door. She glanced at the opened window behind you, a curious look on her face as she turned her attention back to you.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just tripped over the pile of laundry I’ve been refusing to put away,” you lied, as she rolled her eyes.

“I told you to clean that up. Goodness, I thought someone broke in here when I saw the open window,” she said, doing a double take of the room.

“No, I tripped on the way to close it. I forgot to before we left earlier,” you said, as she nodded. “I need to get some sleep if we’re getting up early tomorrow.”

“Okay, don’t forget to set your alarm. Wake up as early as you need to. Your dad is sleeping with the sound machine, so we won’t hear it,” she said, as you innocently smiled at her. You could only imagine the ideas your boyfriend had running through his head as he listened to your mom. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you said, as she walked back out of the room, closing the door behind her.

You quietly walked over to the door and locked it as Ethan crawled out from under your bed.

“Hey, baby,” he said, walking up behind you and wrapping his hands around your waist. “I missed you so much.”

You turned in his arms to face him, “Ethan, have you lost your mind? If you get caught in here, we’re dead.”

“I thought you’d be happy to see me,” he said, pulling his hands off you. “I can’t believe this shit. We’re both eighteen and we’re still letting our parents control our lives.”

You sighed as you reached over to grab his hands and place them back on his hips before putting yours around his neck. “I am happy to see you, babe. I just don’t want our parents to not pay for school. That’s the only thing that’s kept us apart.”

“We could always run away together,” he said, before leaning down to kiss you. “I’d rather drown in student loan debt than keep doing this shit.”

“Just three more weeks. We’ll be a few hours from here with no parents to keep their eye on us,” you smiled, “Just think of all the dates, all the fun things we can do-“

“All the sex we can have,” he said, cutting you off as his hands started to rub against your hips. You started to blush as you thought about it. “We could do that right now…,” he suggested, gently squeezing you. “As hot as the nudes are that you send me, you have no idea how bad I’ve been craving the real thing.” He leaned down to start placing kisses on your neck, making you whimper. “I can’t wait to taste that sweet pussy.”

“Fuck, Ethan,” you gasped out, as his hand started to rub your pussy over your pajama bottoms.

“I know you missed this, too. How many times have you fingered yourself and wished they were mine?” he questioned, sliding his hand inside your pajama shorts. “You’re so wet, baby.”

“My fingers aren’t as good as yours,” you whimpered, as he slid one of his fingers inside you. He angled his hand just right so he could hit that spot inside of you, your legs almost giving out when he pressed against it hard enough. “Can you use two?”

He started to laugh a little, “You can barely stand up with one. I don’t know if you can handle two.”

“We could go to my bed,” you suggested, as he shook his head.

“No, babe,” he said, pulling his hand out and backing you up against the door. He slid your pajama shorts and panties down at the same time before he dropped to his knees in front of you. “Put your leg on my shoulder,” he said, as your eyes grew wide.

“What if I hurt you? Or what if I fall? My mom will definitely come back up here if she hears anything else,” you said, your tone nervous as Ethan smiled up at you.

“You’ll still have one foot on the ground. And you can put as much weight on me as you need to. I just need your legs spread enough for me to eat you out, babe.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, before doing what he asked. He teased your clit with his tongue before he started to sloppily eat you out. “Baby, that feels so good.”

One of your hands tangled in his hair as he pleasured you, making him groan into your pussy.

He kept going until your legs started to shake, letting him know how close you were. He pulled his mouth away as you pouted in response.

“I’m going to get you off, baby. Hang on,” he said, gently sliding your leg off him so you could fully stand up. He stood up in front of you, sliding two of his fingers into your pussy. You grabbed his shirt, pulling his body closer to you yours as he fingered you.

“I’m so close,” you whimpered, his face inches from yours. “I’m so scared I’m going to be loud.”

“Shh, you won’t be,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. His mouth caught all your sounds as his fingers pressed harder on that spongy spot inside you. His free hand went to your hip to hold you against the door as your walls started to flutter around his fingers. You were tugging on his shirt so hard you knew you’d stretch it as the feeling washed over you, your legs turning to jell-o as he got you through it.

He pulled his mouth away from yours after you stopped whimpering, your hazy eyes connecting to his dark ones. Your hand reached down to start palming him over his jeans, the feeling making him gasp.

“Let me return the favor,” you smirked, dropping to your knees in front of him. He watched you, his breathing getting heavier after you freed his hard cock from his boxers.

You lazily started to stroke him as you looked at him through your lashes, your bottom lip in between your teeth. You looked so innocent in front of him, but he knew you were far from that.

“Look at you, being such a good girl down on your knees for me,” he said, running his hand through your hair. You whimpered at his praise, your pussy starting to throb. You leaned forward, licking the underside of his cock before swirling your tongue over his tip. “You seriously give the best head.”

He meant what he was saying, but he also knew what his praising did to you. Some of his best orgasms have come from you just sucking his cock, especially when he praised you the whole way through it.

You started to take him further into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked. “Yeah, baby, just like that,” Ethan said, his grip tightening on your hair once his tip was far enough back to make you gag. “You make me feel so good.”

It didn’t take long for tears to be streaming down your cheeks from all the gagging, his cock soaked in your saliva as he started to thrust into your mouth. You knew he was close, his groans getting whinier.

“Fuck, that perfect mouth is going to make me cum,” he said, “Where do you want it?”

You grabbed the back of his thighs to keep him close, letting him know that you wanted him to cum in your mouth. His thrusts started to get erratic as he groaned, releasing into your mouth. His hand in your hair was shaky as your mouth kept moving, the slight overstimulation feeling so good for him.

“Baby, you gotta stop,” he said after a few more seconds. When you pulled away, your chin was covered in your spit as you wiped it on the back of your hand. “Did you like that?”

“Mhm,” you said sweetly, nodding as you took your shirt off.

“This sweet, innocent shit you do during sex just does something to me,” he groaned, pulling his own shirt off.

“Oh yeah? What does it do to you?” you asked, as you laid down on your bed to wait for him.

“It makes me want to not take it easy on you, because I know you can take it,” he smirked, as your hands started to massage your breasts.

“What if I can’t take it?” you asked, your voice soft as he stared you down.

“Then I’ll make you take it,” he said, as he crawled on the bed beside you. “You know if you tell me to stop, I will, but I think you’ll just beg me to go faster or fuck you harder.”

“Fuck,” you sighed, as you felt his hand cup over your pussy. “Just don’t make me be too loud.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he said, as he started to crawl on top of you. Your legs instinctively spread for him as you waited for him to fuck you, but he just teased you. He dipped the tip of his cock inside you, then pulled it out to rub it against your clit. He kept doing it until you finally started to whine. “You want it?” he asked, smirking at you as you started to squirm.

“I fucking need it,” you said, your eyes pleading with his. “Please, baby.”

“Only cause you asked so nicely,” he said, as he stuck more than the head of his cock inside of you, the feeling of him stretching you out making you moan. “So fucking tight,” he gasped, filling you up further with each small thrust, until he was fully inside of you.

He wanted to tease you with slow thrusts, but he couldn’t. You felt so amazing around him as his hips started to move faster.

“That feel good?” he asked, as you moaned in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You were wrapping your legs around him so he could go deeper when he pulled them away, pressing your thighs against your tummy. The new position had him hitting the right spot, his cock filling you so good that you couldn’t hold in your whimpers.

“So deep,” you moaned, as his face tensed up, a feral look in his eyes as he started to pound into you. “Oh fuck!”

“That’s it, baby. You can take it,” he grunted. Your jaw dropped as you were on the edge of your orgasm. “Fuck, you’re already squeezing my cock. You gonna cum?”

“Mhm,” you whimpered, as you felt your legs being spread a little from the position he had them in.

“Rub your clit, baby,” he said, as both of his hands on the back of your thighs gripped you tighter. You did as he said, the euphoric feeling hitting you so hard that you cried out. “Fuck,” Ethan groaned, “Try to be quiet, baby.”

“I can’t” you whimpered, as he chased his own orgasm.

“Bite your lip, cover your mouth, do something. I’m so close,” he said, “I thought you didn’t want us to get caught.”

“I, fuck..I don’t,” you got out between your whimpers.

“Gonna cum,” he said, pulling his cock out and shooting his cum all over your thighs. His eyes kept fluttering as he caught his breath. “I need to find something to get this off you.” You felt his release start to drip down your thighs, towards your ass.

“Uh, I have tissues on my dresser,” you suggested, as he took a couple more deep breaths.

“I can’t wait to do this all the time with you,” he said, as he stood up to grab some tissues.

“Yeah, because dorm sex is going to happen all the time,” you joked, as he smiled.

“I don’t know, maybe my roommate will be cool,” he said, cleaning you up. “Shit, I’ll get to introduce you to people as my girlfriend.”

“You can’t wait for that, can you?” you asked, smiling at him as he shook his head.

“For real though, I think I’ll get so used to spending all my free time with you that I’ll just lose my mind whenever we’re home on break,” he sighed, throwing the tissues away before he laid down beside you.

“You could always just sneak through my window again.”

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justsomerandom-nerd · 2 months

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Alfred taught Bruce how to drive and it was the worst experience of his life. He had less of a heart attack when Bruce decided to fight crime dressed like a furry.

Bruce tried to teach Dick but backed out after the car ended up wrapped around a tree. Dick was only fourteen but come on Bruce, you let me fight crime on a school night but you won’t teach me how to drive.

Alfred picked up the slack and within a couple weeks, Dick was a better driver than half of Gotham. There are no traffic laws in Gotham, so it’s not hard, per se.

Jason had the best understanding of how a car worked. He could barely reach the brake, but he could Hotwire a car in ten seconds flat and Alfred didn’t ask questions. Still, he needed hours to get his license, and Bruce wouldn’t just sign the form. (No Jason, driving the Batmobile doesn’t count.) He didn’t really need any guidance, he never so much as blew a stop light, and it was really just an excuse for them to talk. Jason died before he was old enough to get his license, but he had more than enough hours. Alfred has the log, crumpled and faded, stuffed in a box under his bed, signed, alongside Jason’s forgotten drivers permit. It’s got a little heart on it, he was a donor.

Tim learned to drive from Jack Drake, and Alfred almost regrets not getting to teach him. It was something he wanted to bond with him over. But then Tim goes to Alfred, sheepishly, can you teach me to drive standard? It only takes a couple sessions, and Alfred has a heart attack when they roll backwards, but they get a laugh out of it after. Tim’s not half bad at it, after all.

Steph is no protege. She never has been. Her mom is too shakey to drive, still recovering, and her dad, well it’s hard to teach a kid to drive from blackgate. She won’t ask Tim, he’s only fifteen, and Bruce she despises. But she needs hours and she needs someone to sign her log. Alfred agrees, a little hesitant, but hey, she needs help. It’s the first chance he gets to know her. They make a sudden stop, and her arm curls around her stomach, scared for a child that hasn’t been born. At some point she says, some days I have to stop myself from buying a car seat. I know if I did, I wouldn’t be able to let go.

Cass comes next, and it’s not like she’s never driven before. She’s just never driven with rules before. She blows past stop signs with shakey apologies, but he never yells. It takes her a couple days to get used to not driving like she’s in a high speed chase, and when she does, it’s so relaxing. She drives Alfred around Gotham on errands and they go out to lunch, and even when she has her license they make it a thing. She’s his only granddaughter after all, why shouldn’t they?

Duke isn’t half bad. Alfred shows him the ropes, and he’s a little more nervous than the others. Duke makes less mistakes, and finally, he relaxes. He points out places around Gotham he knows from being a kid living in the city, and Alfred hears how lovingly he speaks about it. They drive a lot at night since Duke patrols during the day, and Gotham at night is a very different story. It’s more alive. And Duke knows the streets like the back of his hand, because it’s his city. He belongs there, just as much as he belongs with the rest of the Waynes.

Damian is a difficult story. He’s known how to drive since he was a literal child, so he’s understandably pissed when Bruce still makes him get practice hours off the vigilante clock. Dick is conveniently stuck in Bludhaven, and Damian simply wants to get it done as soon as possible. Alfred is his second choice, the only person he can think of spending forty unbearable hours driving with. It’s quite pleasant, Alfred lets him pick the music and they bond over a love of classical music. Alfred’s errands take excruciatingly long but after, they grab lunch, and oh why don’t we stop and see the knew exhibit at the Gotham Art Museum. Damian spends hours ranting about his siblings and Bruce, and Alfred tells him stories of how insufferable Bruce was as a child.

(I just think it’d be funny if Bruce was like, I know you could drive at 11 but you should probably get your required hours in out of costume, but I’m busy and you’re grandpa wants to spend time with you)

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kazumist · 3 months

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EPISODE 17 ✿ ENDEARING

YOU + ME = LOVE — A DILUC SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 794

it was silly, really.

it was silly ever since diluc realized his feelings. he suddenly finds everything about you so endearing. he finds it ridiculous how he feels himself get all giddy when you’re not even doing anything. he finds it ridiculously endearing that the simple thought of you is enough to make him feel this way.

with finals approaching, all you and diluc do is technically just review the coverage of your exams. and when you’re lucky enough to finish early, you two would just stay at your spot in the library and kill time. “professor barnes is the literal worst, i swear!” you complained. professor barnes, your teacher for practical research, isn’t really the best. he tends to skip his class (you once thought it was ironic that he was the one cutting class instead of his own students). “let me guess, he didn’t turn up for your class with him again?” diluc asks.

“yeah, and as per usual, we just sat in the classroom like total idiots because we haven’t received any feedback yet about our draft for chapters one and two!” you complained to him again, groaning in annoyance as you felt diluc rub a hand against your back—his personal way of showing comfort.

“if you’d like…” he starts.

“nope! nuh-uh. you are not going to be the one who’s going to review our draft.” you knew immediately what he was going to suggest. and you shut him down as soon as you can. as much as you admire how diluc is so dedicated and hardworking, you don’t really want to be a burden.

“but i don’t have much on my plate right now.”

“liar. kaeya told me that you guys are busy with your capstone project these days.”

he tilts his head at you, confused. “you’re friends with kaeya?”

“who isn’t friends with kaeya?”

“fair enough.”

“but seriously, diluc. you don’t have to do it. professor barnes will get the consequences of his actions soon enough. thanks for the offer, though; it’s appreciated.” a sigh escapes your lips as you lay your head to rest on the table, using your arms as a pillow. “i’m so tired," you mumble.

“you should rest for now," he says in a softer voice this time.

“don’t you have class after this?” you moved your head to his direction so you could look at him. diluc stares back at you. you had a few strands of hair covering your vision and diluc had to resist himself from brushing them away and tucking them behind your ear. “our prof just left us with an activity since she had an errand to do.” he said a bit late.

“are you done with it?”

“not yet.”

“huh? why not?” your voice was a bit… muffled? or a bit hard to decipher because of your position. but diluc understood you word for word nonetheless.

“i guess you could say that i’m a bit lazy at the moment.”

“you? lazy? are you really the diluc ragnvindr that everyone loves and adores?”

“oh, shut it.” he playfully rolled his eyes at you with a smile.

not too long after, you dozed off. leaving you and diluc in a comfortable silence. no one was around the floor you guys were in as usual. this time, he finds the courage to brush those strands of hair away from your face.

it’s alright to be selfish every once in a while, right? he thought.

he glances at you and observes your sleeping figure. you looked peaceful as you slept. calm breaths came in and out of you. is it silly of him to think that you look so pretty right now, even though you were just napping? diluc couldn’t formulate the right words to describe you back then. but now he has one.

endearing.

everything that you do or say is just so… endearing to him. diluc didn’t know that one could have such an effect on him. hell, he didn’t even expect to fall in love in the first place. during his years in school, he was only surrounded by people who would fall in love. never did he expect that he would end up being included in its population.

but if he’s going to be honest? he wouldn’t ask for anything more.

time ticked by and diluc sat there by your side during your whole nap. he simply shot a text at one of his classmates, saying that he wasn’t feeling well (he thought of saying that he got diarrhea, but he thought that would be too exaggerated) and that he wouldn’t be able to accompany them on their errand. so maybe skipping is a bit worth it.

after all, he was with you. and that was enough for him.

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asklilmissrarity · 5 months

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The Future of Lil Miss Rarity

Hello everyone, this is Jay Tonique (formerly known as Lil Miss Jay), the writer, artist, everything other than the music in the Lil Miss Rarity animation for the blog "Lil Miss Rarity."

As some of you know, Lil Miss Rarity was an ongoing outlet for my physical, verbal and emotional abuse I was suffering prior to and leading up to Lil Miss Rarity's release, October 11th 2011.

The blog took off so heavily that my entire artistic career became a viable future for me, allowing me to profit from my art, build a huge loving fanbase, and even allowing me to become something of a celebrity in the Brony community (even very much hated by a large portion of the community).

It's needless for me to say that Lil Miss Rarity not only changed but saved my life. I was on the verge of taking my own life around the time the blog was started, due to the abuse I was going through, and if it weren't for the success of the blog that fateful October week, I would certainly not be here, typing this right now. I owe my life to you all, and the support you've given me for this blog.

However, it's time for the news I know very few people want to hear. In fact, I'm sure just reading this line right here has people's hearts sinking, but please, don't be anxious, please read the full post.

I would like to say: Please read the full post, I am going to be very clear about the future.

Moving forward, Lil Miss Rarity will no longer be updated, and the blog is officially entirely over, as of this post.

I am still looking for a musician to commission a new song for the remake of the Lil Miss Rarity animation on YouTube, which will be my final major update involving the blog, and then I will be putting the blog entirely to rest. The animation will serve as a fond emotional farewell to Lil Miss Rarity.

However, that's not the end of the twisted grimdark storytelling. I have decided to make a spiritual successor, a new IP, entirely my own and not using My Little Pony as a crutch.

I won't get too into it, but I left the Brony fandom long ago. It was both the greatest thing to ever happen in my life, and the absolute worst thing to ever happen in my life. I met great friends, but also met unbelievably horrible sick people, many of which I literally got FBI involvement to deal with and many of which are literally in prison now.

Due to this, and many many more reasons I'm leaving out, I cannot and will not continue to be a part of the fandom. This is just a few reasons, as well, that continuing to have Lil Miss Rarity exist as a My Little Pony blog just doesn't make any sense to me.

So what am I doing moving forward?

A brand new IP called "Melodi." It's about a magic school student who is part of a wealthy family who goes on a magical twisted adventure in a horrifying grimdark world.

It will have characters either very slightly or very heavily inspired by the characters of Lil Miss Rarity, with Melodi of course being inspired by Rarity.

It will also be an ongoing web comic, similar to LMR, and will encourage fan feedback just as much as LMR did, but will not be an Ask Blog like LMR.

I plan to release character concepts for the cast of Melodi soon.

Now, there's probably a lot of questions moving forward, so I'll try to answer them now, as well as in asks on this blog, though I'd prefer you send the asks about Melodi to my main blog at http://www.jayisbutts.com/ask

Here's some questions I think will be asked, and I'll answer them here:

"Will this blog be on Tumblr?" - Yes, and on Patreon. Each update will be on Patreon first. When an update comes out on Patreon, the previous update will go public at the same time on Tumblr.

"Don't you think the LMR fanbase you've garnered for 12 years are gonna be upset about this?" - I'm 100% certain they will be, yes. However, I hope that most people who hear this news are excited to see Melodi in the future. I'm very proud of what I've created with LMR, and happy about how many lives I've changed and how many people have told me how much they love LMR. People with the heart-brand tattoo, people with LMR tattoos, people who cosplay as LMR, LMR fanart still being made regularly to this date, real-life Opal dolls, fan-dubs of the comic, fan animations, Anime Music Videos, etc etc etc. I love each and every one of you and I hope that I can one day garner the same amount of love for Melodi as I received for LMR. Thank you all so much for your support.

"What if someone else wants to carry on the LMR blog or use the characters to make their own?" - Please, do. LMR is officially Public Domain as of this post, and I strongly encourage LMR fan-fiction, fan-blogs, etc. I would love if someone could do LMR better than I did. I will very happily use this blog going forward to showcase new LMR blogs and fan-content that I like, and I will very gladly be a guest artist from time to time on an update or two to those blogs. You all have my blessing to take LMR and do with her whatever you want.

"Are you still remaking the LMR animation?" - Yes, I'm still actively seeking a musician to make an official LMR theme that will play in the background of it. It will be a glorious farewell to LMR.

"Is the heart-brand still a thing in Melodi?" - Absolutely, yes. The one incredibly major staple being carried over to Melodi is the heart brand. That symbol has become synonymous with LMR.

"What about the eye scars?" - Probably not. There will be facial scarring of some kind, yes, but considering the new story will not involve killing a cat (not yet anyway), she probably won't have the eye scars.

"Black eye with white pupil?" - We'll see! (It is a sign of Malice's corruption to have a black left eye, so almost certainly yes, but we'll see!)

"Ponies? Humans? Furries?" - I haven't fully decided. In my head, Melodi is a human, but I could also see her being a cat. I'm not sure what I wanna do just yet. However, she will not be a pony. She's gonna be far more human shaped. With boobies.

"Is this one gonna have porn?" - Nope! Not directly as part of the blog, no. Sexual encounters are going to happen in a very fade-to-black way, or a cropped-off-screen sort of way, yes. And there will be sexy characters, like monster girls or demon girls, and I'm sure people will find Melodi herself sexy, too. However, the blog is not going to contain actual porn. No full nudity. It will have what some would refer to as "fetish content," as with LMR, but it's not porn.

"Final question, so... LMR is just... dead? As of now?" - In terms of receiving updates from me, all that will be made is the LMR animation. But no, I certainly hope LMR is not dead. I would love to see the blog live on through other artists I've inspired. You all have my blessing to keep her alive forever.

Thank you all so much for your support.

More news involving Melodi and her twisted adventures coming soon.

I love you all, and I want you all to know how much your support of Lil Miss Rarity has changed my life.

I know it's cringe to type this, but, "I'm literally crying right now."

Mommy will always be pretty.

~Jay Tonique (Formerly Lil Miss Jay)

#lil miss rarity

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bloodynereid · 6 months

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Hello!! I am absolutely loving your R&R fic so far!! If you’re taking requests for more Jordan fics could you do one with a genderfluid reader who is so happy to meet another genderqueer character and they’re just so happy together and supportive? Maybe a cute coming out scene? I completely understand if that’s not something you’re comfortable writing though!! Have a nice day <33

Time and Space

pairing: jordan li x reader (sort of platonic)

tw: nothing really? slight mentions of homophobia, mentions of death, swearing - that's it i think

description: it's your first day at campus and something unexpected happens when you're trying to sort out your schedule.

a/n: ok so i'm not genderqueer myself (even if i do have my own gender things going on atm) so i genuinely hope this is written ok and respectfully. pls lmk if it isn't and i will change anything that needs to be changed. this is also more of a drabble than a one-shot but i hope you enjoy <333

You started picking your way through all the other freshmen that were joining God U. Your suitcase hit different little bumps in the path but you kept trying to make your way to your dorm. Your powers would be incredibly helpful right now but you really didn’t want to accidentally kill someone with how busy everything was.

Supposedly you hadn’t gotten a roommate this year since your application was accepted a little later than usual, a shiver travelled through your spine as you remembered that kid had to die just for you to have a place at this school.

Shaking off the remaining anxiety you finally got to the door that was meant to open your dorm. Clutching your hand on the handle and pushing, your room was opened up to you. It was huge. It probably wouldn’t have been as huge if there was another person living with you but holy shit.

You started going through the motions of unpacking your things and changing into much more comfortable clothes. The 4-hour flight had left your clothes itchy and slightly sticky. Smoothing down the leather of your trench coat, you walked back into the fray of students.

You heard a chime from your phone and pulling it out you realized it was your schedule. You hadn’t really decided between Crime Fighting and Performing Arts but your powers dictated that the first one was probably the better option. You had the ability to distort or rather bend space, which wouldn’t really do much if you were doing performing arts. Plus you had the worst stage fright. A little note at the end read that you should go check in with Professor Brink’s TA as soon as possible so you had all the books ready.

Taking a deep breath you put up your hands and a second later you were standing in front of the Crime Fighting school. Your face twisted into a smirk as some people ducked away from your sudden appearance before you closed your eyes again and transported. This time you appeared in the little entry room outside of Brink’s office.

Sitting at the desk was the person you assumed was Professor Brink’s TA. They had short black hair and she was wearing a long sleeve shirt. They must not have realized you had arrived in the little space because she was still typing away at her computer.

“Uh hi?” You said, breaking the complete silence of the room. The person jumped and looked up at you with a frown.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there. Can I help you with something?”

“Oh right, yes. My schedule said I should come check with you about Professor Brink’s class.”

“Hmm let me see that. I’m Jordan by the way.”

“Y/N. Wait… you’re Jordan Li?” Your mouth dropped, this was the person who had literally made you confident enough to actually come out to your parents. They were like the coolest person ever.

“Yes…” Jordan said tentatively as they looked up at you.

“Sorry, I just had a minor freak out. Holy shit, you’re just- you are a fucking inspiration is all.” You stuttered out, the obvious star struck look on your face had Jordan slightly chuckling.

“I don’t get that a lot but thanks. Oh ok yes, Y/N L/N… oh what pronouns do you prefer today?” Jordan asked as a brilliant smile crossed their face.

“Uh just they/them, I think today? It’s subject to change though.” You said as you laughed slightly.

“Totally understand that, it’s fucking awesome isn’t it? Also your powers sound incredible. How much control do you have over them?” Jordan asked hurriedly as she stood up and motioned you to sit over at the couch.

“Enough, so I’m not exactly at an expert level but I’m slowly building up to it. Your powers are so fucking cool as well. The way you just have a million different powers is spectacular.”

“Aww thank you, most people don’t look past the whole gender thing so…”

“Honestly fuck them, it’s a huge part of us sure but it’s no different than being like any other human being.” You said as you stretched out your arms and smiled. “Oh shit I totally forgot to ask but what are your pronouns today?”

“Uh they/she but… subject to change.” Jordan said lightly, slightly mocking your words with a smile.

“Oh fuck you.”

You spent the next hour discussing everything and anything, finding people who actually accepted and had similar beliefs to you was hard in recent years. Especially with being a supe as well. Jordan also helped you figure out your schedule and got you some extra books that would help with classes. By the end of the conversation, you felt like you had gained your first real friend at school.

ahhh ok lmk ur thoughts <3 also the reader's powers are called spatial manipulation (this is a link to the superpower wiki page if anyone is interested in reading more about it). also me actually being active wow.

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m-writes-stories · 7 months

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The Kansas City Couple Part 1

Takes Place During the Off Season (Mid-February to May)

Word Count: 878 words

Warnings: talk about a car accident (I think that is it please let me know if I forgot something)

Interviewer: Welcome to the new NFL based Documentary: “The Kansas City Couple.” This is a documentary about Y/N and Travis Kelce. Travis mostly got his fame during the 2020 season in which the Kansas City Chiefs won Super Bowl LIV. But the couple got the eye of the public in 2022 when Y/N posted on her Tik Tok talking about the couple’s relationship.

Y/N: Hi, my name is Y/N Kelce. In 2022 for Travis and I’s anniversary I made a slide show, and I posted part of it on tik tok. And let's just say it blew up. The video was just about how Travis and I have been friends since 2nd grade. And ever since then we have been inseparable since. Travis and I have, like I said, been friends since 2nd grade. We kinda, not really, started dating our freshman year of high school. But we were really just best friends. Our junior year, we officially started dating but it was off and on. After Christmas that year we were together and stayed together for a year. Until January of our senior year when I got in a car accident and that put a barrier between Travis and I. But we got back together in April before we graduated. Then we went to college together. And since the end of our sophomore year, of college,we have lived together. Travis and I got married in 2017, after what felt like forever of telling people it was at some point gonna happen.

Travis: I told people forever that I was gonna propose. But I never thought the time was right. I finally proposed at Christmas in 2015. I decided that it was time and she said yes. We have been together for 15 years and 5 months. When people hear that we were high school sweethearts they always say that we will get divorced soon, but that still hasn’t happened and it won’t happen. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t think that I would be able to function as a NFL player without her. She makes sure my bag is packed each week. I pick my outfits but she checks my bag.

Interviewer: Has she had to bring things to the games that you have forgotten?

Travis: Oh 1000%. I’m pretty sure she brought extra socks at the first home game last season. She is my lifeline, she makes sure I don’t get fired.

Y/N: I brought his jersey to him one time. That he was 100% sure that he wouldn’t forget. I think I bring him something for each home game. I don’t check his bag as thoroughly for home games. For away games I spend like 2 hours checking his bag the night before he leaves. And then like another hour and a half before he leaves. I literally check every pocket and pouch, everything.

Interviewer: What would you say is the worst part about the off season?

Travis: I would say mine is the fact that I don't really have an off season. I’m still studying film. I do routine workouts. My brain is still focused on football even if we aren’t actively practicing or playing.

Y/N: I would say mine is that it feels super short. Cause it isn’t really that great of a time. Because it is like 4 months long. Which like Travis said, isn’t really an off time. It’s probably more chaotic than the actual season. Well, training camp is the most chaotic. And not just cause Travis is doing things, but I also have to get ready for the next season, basically right after the superbowl. We do as much work as we can in the off season: like work on the house, charity work, cleaning as much as possible. Because we all know I have the hardest time keeping the house clean during the season.

Travis: Yeah, like Y/N said, we don’t have a lot of time during the season for bigger projects or things we need to do. And so the off season is the best time to do that. So it makes it hard for us to really have down time. We spend a lot of time during training camp apart so we spend the off season doing projects together.

Interviewer: What is your favorite part about a game?

Travis: Besides doing what I love… I love being able to see Y/N in the stands. We spent a long time trying out different seats at Arrowhead. Trying to find the seat we can see each other the best. And we finally did. And now it makes me the happiest. Especially when I get a touchdown or a good catch and I look up and see her sitting there..

Y/N: You're gonna make me cry. My favorite part is seeing him do his favorite thing. Seeing him play and live out his dream of playing in the NFL. I remember being in high school and he always told me that he would play his heart out in the NFL for me. And now he is.

Interviewer: Alright, the next time you will see this amazing couple will be during Training Camp.

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A/N: Ok? How do we feel is it exciting? Do we like it? Give me feedback please!

Love, M

#travis kelce fanfic #travis kelce #travis kelce x reader #kansas city chiefs

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dracowars · 2 years

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hi! can I make a request where reader hid that she’s a member of dumbledore’s army to draco and draco only knew when they got busted ? thank you very much! i love your works !!

step on my heart | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,4k

summary: where y/n lies to draco about dumbledore’s army

a/n: it’s been a while! thank you to everyone who is still here, reading my fics <3

warnings: angst, mentions of blood, cursing

universe: harry potter

The moment a deafening bang rings out through the Room of Requirement, you recoil in fear, dropping your wand on the floor in shock. Rocks that broke off the wall due to the sudden explosion fly through the room, dragging a huge layer of dust behind them. Standing still, you have to endure how several pieces of the concrete wall hit you painfully, cutting your skin open. The dense dust swirling around the air blocks your view momentarily, making you violently cough several times as it works its way into your lungs. Your school uniform is covered in fine dust, as is your hair. You press your lips together in pain and look at the palm of your hand, which you used to shield yourself from the dangerous projectiles. A red deep scratch runs all the way across it, allowing a little blood to spill. Your brain not quite grasping the situation yet, you look in the direction where the door to the secret room would usually be but is now replaced by a gaping hole in the thick wall of the castle.

Only minutes before everything was fine. You stood in a circle with your friends, almost all of whom you met through this organization, laughing at a story by Luna Lovegood while other students from all different houses busily practiced their Patronus Charm with the mechanical death eaters. You were above all clouds today because you finally managed to summon your own Patronus in the form of an animal. It was breathtaking, seeing the blue sparkle jump across the air. You have always had extreme difficulties in summoning it and had almost given up hope, but Harry believed in you and so you finally succeeded. You could not be happier.

At least until the fog of dust in front of you suddenly clears and this feeling of ecstasy that was just running through your veins is completely extinguished in a heartbeat.

Professor Umbridge is standing in the newly created hole that is now replacing the large door. She is not alone, however, because not only Mr. Filch is with her and looks at you angrily, but also her lackeys, or as she likes to call them, the Inquisitorial Squad. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend is also between them, and you catch his eye as he pulls Cho Chang into your field of vision. As soon as your eyes meet, he lets her go.

The disappointment and utter disbelieve you see in his eyes instantly breaks your heart and the pain that follows, stretching across his features, almost kills you, taking you the air to breathe.

You wanted to tell him, but you could not. And now it is too late.

As Umbridge’s voice rings out to you from afar, tears well up in your eyes. You can literally see Draco is trying to deny what just happened, what he just saw and found out. Namely that his girlfriend is a member of Dumbledore’s Army, a member of exactly that group he is trying to destroy as a member of the Inquisitorial Squad. But the worst thing is that you did not confide in him and lied to him at the same time. ‘I am going to study with Hermione in the library’, you told him after he asked you this morning if you wanted to do something together, to spend some time with each other.

You lied to him, with all the coldness you could muster, and that is exactly what Draco is realizing in this moment, which is why he does not even wait for the end of Umbridge’s victorious speech and disappears, shaking his head in disapproval. Without thinking about your next steps, you run after him, past Umbridge and her lackeys, who are yelling something at you. But you could not care less right now.

Loudly, you shout after Draco, who disappears around the next corner, and you pick up your pace to reach him. He stops at the end of the aisle as you call out to him again, hearing the sadness in your voice as you reach out for him as if this would make it easier for you to get a hold of him.

“What the hell do you want from me, Y/N?!”, he immediately yells at you, briefly startling you even though you know full well that you deserve every single bit of his anger and that it is the only natural reaction to your behavior. The only real reaction to betrayal, lies, insidiousness. To pain.

“Listen, it is not like th- I wanted to tell you”, you stumble over your own words as you draw closer and fall into his unyielding gaze. You have seen him upset or sad many times over the past years, but never like he looks right now. “I- I was not allowed to..”

“Oh, yes? And you expect me to believe you?”, Draco replies angrily, but the pain is clearly evident in his unsteady voice.

“I never had any intention of hurting you, that is the last thing I would ever want, Draco. You have to believe me!”, you say desperately and feel a stab in your heart when you want to grab his hand and he pulls it away abruptly, immediately taking a step back to bring distance between the two of you.

“And yet you took my heart and stepped on it like it meant nothing. I trusted you and this is how you repay me that trust? By betraying me?”, he replies, hurt, sadness slowly taking over the seething anger.

“I wanted to do something good. Umbridge is a wicked witch and Dumbledore’s Army gave me safety, a sense of belonging and-”

“Dumbledore’s Army? You even have a name for this pathetic group?”, Draco interrupts roughly, frowning at your words.

“That woman has forbidden us everything, she-”

“She has forbidden that no student organization or team or group or club exists without her knowledge and approval! You broke her rule”, he interrupts you again, only adding to your emotional outburst as he does not even let you finish a single sentence.

“That may be the case, but according to her stupid rules we are not even allowed to be within six inches of each other!”, you yell at him now, angry, not being able to keep your emotions under control anymore because he seems to have been blinded by her to the extent that he does not even question anything anymore, only accepting and carrying out any orders she might have. “Do you even realize what you are supporting?!”

“Are you?”, he asks you seriously, his eyes cold as he watches you search for an appropriate answer, a bit taken aback by the coldness in his voice.

“Yes. I support the good. And if I have to break a hundred other of her rules to finally change something, I will”, you explain to him sincerely, although you doubt that he will understand. Because he is way too stuck in his own beliefs to believe you, the only person he ever trusted, who just incurably broke this trust.

“I have no idea who is standing in front of me anymore”, Draco breathes softly and painfully, avoiding your gaze for a moment, apparently not expecting such an answer.

“Neither do I”, you reply promptly, without batting an eyelid. “Ever since that malicious witch got here, I do not recognize you, Draco. Where is the boy I fell in love with? I made a mistake and I know I should have told you. I know that and I sincerely apologize for it. However, joining Dumbledore’s Army was not a mistake.”

“So you are choosing these people you barely know over me?”, Draco challenges you, tears forming in his eyes despite his anger at not being able to shut down his deepest feelings for you.

“Draco, do not go there. Please. Do not put me in this positi-”

“Me or them, Y/N?”, Draco asks again, his pupils darting wildly between yours as he hopes for what he thinks is the only right answer. Stunned that he is actually making you decide, not even realizing how much better this group of people made you feel when he was not where he should have been, you clench your fists, but stay strong and do not look away. The moment you open your mouth, you both know what words will leave your throat, what pain you both will have to endure. In that exact moment you know it is over.

“Them.”

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aloneinthehellfire · 1 year

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Senior Prom

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

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Summary: 20th April 1985 was the scariest night of Steve Harrington’s life. He may have battled with demodogs and abusive step-brothers, but the Senior Prom would really put his nerves to the test; he was about to confess his feelings to a girl he had taken for granted for too long.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: swearing, fluff fluffity fluff

[A/N: i created something that wasn't angsty!!!! yay me! also i literally came up with this after watching a show where they had prom and i was like yeah, fuck it, steve x reader moments]

set between ST2 and ST3

SENIOR PROM

Steve had been looking forward to graduation for years.

He always wanted to prove himself, make himself proud rather than be awarded by the praise of his parents. So he made a name of himself. ‘King Steve’, they called him. It was fitting too, considering his running for Prom King. But people always told him high school wouldn’t last forever, that it wasn’t all about popularity. And by ‘people’, he meant you.

You were the girl next door, literally. The fact that your family was living next to the Harrington household proved to be one of the greatest successes of Steve’s life. He practically grew up with you, both of you constantly sneaking into the other’s bedrooms whenever you had to tell eachother something. You kept him grounded, reminding him that superficial things won’t bring him happiness in the end. Even when Steve fell into the wrong group of friends, you stuck by him.

Even now, as Steve struggles to perfect his bow tie, he knows you are just a window away from helping him.

With a sigh, he shoves the fabric into his pocket, locking his bedroom door and snapping the window open. He can see the faint glow of your bedside lamp lighting the room, practically already smelling the perfume you couldn’t resist. Perfume he couldn’t resist.

You had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, and Steve only just recently realised how grateful he was to have you. And that those feelings of friendship were something much more than he could ever admit to himself.

Senior year had proven to be his worst. His grades dropped, his girlfriend left him for another guy. And yet, it was somehow his best. He may not have gotten into colleges of his dreams, but he certainly found the girl of them. All he needed was a giant knock to the head to see that she had been stood in front of him the entire time.

You were fiddling with your earrings when you hear the faint tap of glass, quickly setting down your mother’s sparkles she insisted you borrow for tonight.

Picking up the bottom of your dress, you move towards the window with an amused frown and let go of the fabric to pull away the curtains, revealing a grinning Steve Harrington looking back at you.

Your heart skipped a beat as you unlock the window and slide it open for him, stepping back as he climbed through effortlessly. You had no reason to feel this giddy about it; he’s been climbing through your window for years. But every time he has, you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach just to see him. That’s what happens when you’ve been in love with your best friend for all those years now.

“Harrington.” You smile, crossing your arms as he brushes down his suit. He looked great in it, like he always did.

“So,” Steve says, fishing the bow tie out of his pocket as he turned around, “It turns out these things are evil…”

His voice trails as soon as he sees you. Your hair was twisted back except for the few curled strands that hung beside your delicate features. The emerald green dress shaped your body perfectly, dropping all the way down to the floor. It was a simple design, but you made it look so elegant. And the gold necklace that hung from your neck brought it all together; a locket that an 11 year old Steve gifted you all that time ago.

“Steve?” You wave your hands around and he finally snaps out of his trance, clearing his throat.

“Sorry, what?”

You let out a small laugh, dimpling your cheeks, and walk over to him to gently take the bow tie out of his hands. “I’m guessing you need help with this?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah.” Steve nods and he straightens himself, allowing you to slip the fabric around his neck and tie it much better than he ever could.

“You know, you should really learn how to tie one of these things.” You comment with a raised eyebrow, eyes flickering from the bow to his face.

“What if I just prefer knowing you’re there to save me?” He offers and he swears he notices just the faintest tint of blush on your skin.

Patting his chest, you look up with a grin. “All done.”

“Thanks.” He chuckles, looking down at you. Considering how close you were, he was sure he could feel the warmth of your breath, the rise and fall of your chest against his. He had to admit, he liked having you this close.

But, to his dismay, you clear your throat and move back over to your vanity mirror, picking up the earrings you left behind.

Whilst it was true that you were in love with the boy, you had made a promise to yourself years ago. Nancy Wheeler was one of your closest friends. You remembered the sick feeling you had in your stomach when Nancy shared her interest in Steve, but you had said nothing. You watched as Steve grew closer with her. You watched when they made things official, constantly hanging around eachother as much as they could. You even watched when they broke up at the Byers house. And through out all of it, you knew you’d only ever be a friend to him.

You had to protect your heart. And you did that by by being a good friend; to him, and to Nancy.

“Hey, you never told me who you’re bringing.” You say, putting your earrings in and watching him through the mirror.

You saw him shift uncomfortably before shaking his head. “Huh?”

“Who you’re bringing?” You repeat, and when you have no answer, you turn around and lean against the table, tilting your head. “Your date to prom?”

“Oh, that.” He frowns, nodding. “Yeah… about that-”

“You don’t have a date?” You widen your eyes and he whips his head to you, scrunching his face. “Steve!”

“I know, I know.” He dismisses, pacing the room. “I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Steve Harrington didn’t think about his prom date?” You say doubtfully, crossing your arms. “Steve, you’ve been planning this night since we were freshmen.”

He stops his movements, closing his eyes and nodding. “Yeah, well, it all kinda fell apart when we started chasing monsters from another dimension.”

Steve sighs, sitting on the edge of your bed. He would never forget the day he found out about the Upside Down. You had dragged him to the Byers household to apologise to Jonathan after their fight, telling him that it was the first step to being a better boyfriend to Nancy. And you were right, as usual. But he had never expected to fight a Demogorgon that night, let alone watch you set the creature on fire.

He hated that you were dragged into this, too. The fight with Billy, the demodogs and the tunnels. All of that could have just been his burden to handle if he had made you stay home that night.

“Hey, it’s fine.” You try, crouching in front of him and taking his hands into yours. When your eyes finally find his, you smile. “No one’s gonna give a shit if you have a date or not.”

Steve simply squints his eyes at you in disbelief and you grimace.

“Yeah, okay, maybe they will but they’re just assholes.” You say and he laughs at your comment, “This is one dance. And then we never have to see any of them ever again.”

“In Hawkins?” Steve raises an eyebrow and you nod slowly.

“Okay, yeah- Look, I’m trying to be comforting here, take it or leave it.” You laugh and he surrenders.

“You’re right, thank you.” He smiles and you hum happily, standing back up. He watches as you made the final adjustments to your look in the mirror, “What about you? Is Dan Shelter still picking you up?”

You make a face at his reflection, earning a grin. “Stop saying his name like that. And, uh…”

You slowly turn around, avoiding his eyes and he frowns.

“Y/n?” He tries and you take a breath.

“No.” You simply say, turning back around and rooting for lip gloss in your top drawer.

“No?” Steve repeats, frowning. “What does that mean?”

“It means…” You begin, swiping the gloss on your bottom lip, “He found some sophmore to take instead.”

“Are you serious?” Steve couldn’t believe it. Dan Shelter had been constantly nagging him for your number, much to Steve’s dislike. That guy should be lucky to even breathe the same air as you.

“Uh oh, I know that look.” You smile, staring at the boy with furrowed brows, almost a murderous glint in his eye. He was always a little protective of you, something you always loved. “I’m a big girl, Steve. I’m fine.”

“He’s an asshole.” Steve comments and you smile at that. “Like a huge asshole. Like if there was a contest for best prom date, he’d lose cause he’s an asshole.”

“Okay, I get it.” You giggle, turning back around and stuffing your lip gloss into the purse you were taking. “So… neither of us have dates, then.”

“This is true.” He nods and you let out a groan, flopping on the bed beside him as he laughs.

“We’re so pathetic.” You mumble into the sheets and he lays back to meet your eyes.

“I thought no one was gonna give a shit.” He mocks your earlier words and you bat him away.

“Don’t use my words against me, it’s cruel.” You chuckle, sitting back up and Steve frowns at you before sorting out the curled strands clung to your glossed lips.

“I have an idea.” He shares as he pulls away the last strand and you patiently wait for him to continue. “We go together.”

You blink at him. “Go where?”

“Um… prom?” He says like it’s the most obvious thing ever and your heart almost stops. You search his eyes for any kind of hint that he was joking. He had to be joking.

You let out an awkward laugh, standing back up and shaking your head. “Yeah, right. Us? Prom? Okay.”

Steve watches as you continue to laugh, fanning yourself. The way you were avoiding his eyes confused him. Surely it wasn’t that bad of an idea?

“What’s wrong with that?”

You look back at him, meeting his eyes. This boy was deadly serious and you couldn’t believe it.

“As friends?” You question and you swear you saw his face drop just a little.

Steve wanted nothing more than to take you to prom as his date. After everything you’ve been through together, he just wanted to spend one evening with you without chasing shadows and running for your life. And he wanted to tell you how he felt.

But the longer you stared at him, the harder it became to just blurt those words out.

“Y-yeah.” Steve says as casually as he can, “Yeah, as-”

He stops himself, shaking his head. He couldn’t pretend anymore.

“Actually, no.” Steve stands up, looking at you as your eyes widen in surprise.

“You… you don’t want to go to prom with me?” You ask, confused.

“What? Yeah. Wait, no, I-” Steve sighed in frustration, taking a breath. This was definitely harder than he thought. “I definitely want to go to prom with you.”

You slowly nod along to his outburst, watching as he steps closer to you. You couldn’t ignore how fast your heart was beating in your chest right now.

“I want to go to prom with you.” He continues, another step and he’s barely a breath away, gulping down his nerves. “But not as friends.”

And just like that, it felt like you were dreaming. You’d imagined prom night a million times over, and you had always assumed it would end with you holding Nancy’s purse while she danced with the boy you loved. And yet, you were wrong. You were so wrong.

“Steve-” You start but he shakes his head, grabbing your hands.

“No, I- hear me out.” He says and you shut your mouth. Steve takes a deep breath, before letting it all out. “I wasted so much time caring about what those assholes at school thought of me when I really should have been caring about what you thought. You have been my best friend for years, and I- I always took you for granted. I always wanted to be with someone that loved me for me, that didn’t expect me to be perfect. Someone… someone that just cared. And I kept searching for that person when I should have just opened my stupid eyes because you were right there the whole time.”

“What are you saying?” You ask, eyes never wavering from his. Steve could feel your grip on his hands tighten.

“I’m saying…” Steve begins with a smile, chest lighter. “I am utterly and ridiculously in love with you. And I never realised that until I finally opened my eyes.”

There’s a smile playing on your lips before you finally speak, leaning close. “Took you long enough, Harrington.”

You close the distance, catching his lips in the sweetest kiss he’s ever experienced. Every part of him felt light as he cups your face and pulls you impossibly closer. All those years finally added up to this moment, him holding you without any intent on letting go.

When you both finally pull away, you’re breathless, mind fluttering with a million questions but always settling on one; Did that really just happen?

Resting his forehead on yours, you couldn’t help the giddy smile on your face, your hands finding his once again and threading your fingers through his.

“That happened.” You comment and Steve laughs, nodding.

“Yep.”

As you stare down, your eyes drift to the watch clasped around his wrist. You think nothing of it as you stare at the clock hand until realisation hits and you pull away from him.

“We’re gonna be late!” You exclaim, running across the room to grab your heels and hastily put them on.

Steve chuckles in amusement, shoving his hands into his pockets, just watching. You were cute when you were flustered.

When you finally managed to secure the last strap, you turn around to see Steve holding out your coat for you and you smile, letting him drape it over your shoulders.

“Yes.” You say suddenly and Steve raises an eyebrow, walking with you through your house.

“I’m sorry?” He blinks, confused.

“To your prom-posal.” You smirk, taking his arm as he grins down at you, reaching for the door.

“Well, thank god or this was about to get really awkward.”

You both laugh as Steve leads you to his car, knowing that senior prom night was going down in history as the best night of your lives.

#stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stranger things reader insert #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve stranger things #st2

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archivalofsins · 5 months

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Now I bet nobody thought they’d see me discussing Kotoko again- Given the things I said about her ideology. I bet a lot of people think I have nothing positive to say and this is going to be full of I told you so’s.

However, that’s far from the case. So, let’s get started on what has to be the best finale to trial two. What everything has been building up to from the very beginning-

Spoilers, for Deep Cover, Yonah, the streaming heart cover and all things KOTOKO YUZURIHA!

Firstly- Man really giving up soon? Is it really over with just that? It’s hard to think that people even liked her character at all if this is all it takes to have people switch up. I’ve been honest about it from the jump these characters could be the worst people imaginable, and I could still be able to find a way to like them. Calling it game over before the starting bell even chimes it’s kind of weak, isn’t it?

So, what have we learned about Kotoko that we didn’t know before? She’s judgmental of everyone around her including herself. Hardheaded and never considers the idea that what she believes could be wrong. Quick to run with her own assumptions and doesn’t show mercy to anyone regardless of their perceived weaknesses or shortcomings. She’s been the pull yourself up by your bootstraps or get stumped under hers type from the jump.

What exactly has changed here?

That she’s pointing some of that vitriol and hatred in our direction now? That she reiterated the fact that she does not intend to go easy on someone just because they’re young? That her morals weren’t as righteous as people assumed them to be? Well, it’s not Kotoko’s fault everyone conflated the definition of vigilante with hero. Because of what- how they’re commonly portrayed in media?

Vigilantes are consistently shown as people with immense privilege who believe themselves to be above the law for one reason or another. Some do in fact attack children, some do in fact kill people regardless of if they’re weak or strong just because they’re in their way, to some the ends really do justify the means and morals are simply a weakness to be ignored that stops them from meeting those ends.

I don’t know what anyone else here thought a vigilante was but maybe how mainstream comics and superhero culture has become watered down that word for a few.

Yes, Kotoko is still a vigilante if she attacks people that others find to be weak or worth protecting. Because a vigilante is simply someone who believes that they themselves are the law. That only they know what is truly right and have the will to act on it.

Literally anyone can be a vigilante, it doesn’t mean they’re morally just or right. It just means they’ve said that everyone else is inadequate and only they can right the wrongs they see within society regardless of what anyone says or whose job it actually is to do so.

Oh, she’s not a vigilante like Batman from Batman the Animated Series. Yeah, Bruce Wayne literally went to a mountain to train and has a psychiatry degree. Kotoko is on a break from law school. I don’t know what made anyone here conflate Kotoko with the traditional idolized concept of vigilantism but- Unfortunate that whoever did played themselves on that one.

A vigilante has never been and will never be a person that is morally correct.

Bruce Wayne commits crimes and lets others commit them. His no kill rule has led to the deaths of thousands including his own sidekicks and romantic partners. People play by his rules or hit the fucking bricks. He’s not always the good guy or the pinnacle of morality. He’s just a guy with his own morals.

Just because people disliked the individuals she was attacking before does not mean she will only attack people whom we dislike. That’s the point of being a vigilante, you don’t act on other people’s orders, you work under your own discretion.

From the beginning of trial two everyone has told us Kotoko is this way from Jackalope-

To Yuno,

Yuno: Yep! Kotoko, who you forgave, went super violent, and then injured people came rolling in one after the other! Es: You mean Mahiru and Fuuta. That was an incident even I had not expected. Yuno: Really? If you ask me, Kotoko is someone I would never want to make my friend, though. She’s the type who picks a conclusion from the very beginning and won’t actually talk with you.

And what does she do from the beginning of her second voice drama Yonah. Pick a conclusion from the very beginning instead of actually speaking with Es. When Kotoko sees that Es is upset she assumes that they are upset because she wasn’t able to properly punish Mikoto Kayano and Amane Momose. This is after she tells Es that they were late as well.

Throughout her second voice drama based on the translation I’ve seen she makes minute references to some of the second trial interrogations of the prisoners and even their trial songs.

For example,

“In order to stop someone, you have to squeeze their throat without mercy.”

Purge March

“So nary a sound can be uttered a second time, I’ll crush your throat too.”

“You’ll forgive their sins just because they’re close to you? Make their punishments less sever just because you get along with them? What next- Are you going to start giving them leniency based off their looks? Their personality? How long you’ve known them?”

Despite that Kotoko says she’s playing by Milgram’s rules and taking into consideration what Es' superiors want her statements are in direct contradiction to Jackalope’s own desires. Her getting upset with Es for forming attachments and voting based on biases is directly antithetical to the project Jackalope is trying to have and has claimed to want to have from the beginning.

This is especially interesting considering that Kotoko calls Es imperfect but from a conversation from the bonus story that came with the Milgram novel we know for certain that Jackalope considers Es the perfect guard.

So, if Kotoko thinks Es is bad at their job and that they are an imperfect guard her statements are directly in conflict with Jackalope’s our superior and the one running this Milgram/advising us.

A second reference to another interrogation comes up during this statement as well-

“…Hey, Es. Please, listen. I don’t want this either. I’m at my limit. I can’t stand it anymore. If someone died because I bashed them online and you find out about it- Even if I learn my lesson from it that won’t put an end to all this.” Futa… “Listen, I’ll forgive you for what you’ve done too. I’ll accept this pain. SO- please- Forgive me, I’m begging you!” … “It hurt… It hurt so bad, I thought I was going to die. I was scared!” Huh… “The feeling of getting judged by countless people at once is the worst, too… I can’t sleep feeling like the whole world is watching me.” … “I’m tired of everything hurting and being difficult. PLEASE! I’m sorry! ES!!” … Sigh… Futa. It’s not like I hate you guys. “… …!” I’ve been by your side for a long time, and I’ve had a look inside your hearts. Even if you are murderers, you’re no longer just strangers to me. That connection is something that can’t be cut so easily. “R-right-?!” Seeing you hurt like this makes me regret my actions too. Haahh… I’m feeling torn since my judgement my judgment may have made the situation more complicated for you guys. “…!” And also…first and foremost. I’m starting to think of you all as something like comrades. “Es…!” It’s a pity… that I’m…the warden. “Eh?” No matter what kind of suffering you’re going through, that doesn’t mean you’ll be able to evade justice. “…?! That’s…!” Either way I have yet to figure out what the relationship between your current hurt self and the crime that you committed is. “…” Of course I can’t blame you for not having words of apology to say to the person you killed. “…!!” But even if you apologize to me about things that happened in the past- It’s not like I care. “Gwuahh, you’re wrong! YOU’RE WRONG!” Thank you, Futa. I realized that this requires resolve. “…!!!” The warden has to… I have to judge the sins of my comrades without holding back even while they’re weeping right in front of me. Phew- That’s all the interrogation is over.

Like honestly Es came into Kotoko’s interrogation acting real different from how they came into trial two.

Throughout her second trial cd everything given to us restates and further highlights the sort of character Kotoko has always been.

Streaming Heart perfectly following up on the disdain she's shown towards herself and receiving affection that was alluded to with her previous cover Anti Beat.

While her voice drama and song show off just how much she knows about Milgram in subtle ways without just laying it out on the table for all to see.

Heavily alluding to the fact that she’s been looking over things in her own way since the series began. Something that was heavily implied during Mikoto’s first voice drama when she came out of hiding from somewhere to help Es.

So, what does this mean exactly? Kotoko isn’t just being a pain in the ass because that’s her regular state. I mean it is but- She’s heard every prisoner's statement on her since the beginning of trial two. She’s seen every music video, heard every excuse, see how they behave in front of the guard- and did what Yuno told us she did from the drew her own conclusions about them without talking to any of them.

Kotoko also admits she’s been eavesdropping from her first voice drama because when Es asks her how much she knows she says,

Even if it’s true that you saved me, I don’t remember promising to forgive you for that rogue-like behavior.

“Is that so? Then, I’d like to ask- is Milgram purposefully designed that way?” Designed that way…as in letting prisoners do what they want? “You should be the one to know about this. The cells here don’t even have locks.” I…should know? “For example me being suspicious of Mikoto Kayano’s actions, carefully tracking him and his behavior, it’s all under your permission.” In deciding whether to forgive or not… One has to observe human nature… “It’s something like that.”

From the beginning up until now Kotoko has been using Es to get the information she wanted on the other prisoners. Because that’s expressly the deal she made. Something she reiterates in Yonah.

Cooperation is about doing what the other party cannot do. Meaning she is cooperating with us so we can do what she cannot. Not just that we’re just cooperating with her because she can do what we can’t. Es/us are the guards we can interrogate and interact with the prisoners how we see fit.

“Guard-san… no. Es. Don’t you want to join forces with me? I think the two of us would make good partners.” Join…forces with you? “With, you in the role of prison guard with the information you gather from interrogations, and me in the role of prisoner with the information I gather from my daily life in here… Working together and sharing our findings what do you think?”

But that’s weird, isn’t it?

She said sharing our findings but during her first interrogation and her second Es never shared any information, did they?

They never willfully told Kotoko any of their opinions on the prisoners. Yet she still acts as though information was shared. Because she wasn’t really asking. Throughout both of her voice dramas and over the course of Milgram one thing is consistently showcased about Kotoko. She doesn’t ask for permission ahead of time.

She takes the fact that Milgram is not taking precautions to stop prisoners from observing each other as permission enough to start observing Mikoto. Probably why he doesn’t fucking sleep too. Since she implies, she’s been observing him since Milgram started simply because he was acting funny and emphasizes their cells don’t have locks. To be honest just because no one is saying that you can’t do something doesn’t mean they’re in support of your doing it. The lack of an objection is not indicative of consent but okay Kotoko okay.

So, why did Es or really anyone here think Kotoko would treat them differently?

Especially when she showed off, she was already observing the interrogations from the jump. Then she never answered how she got into the room either. She just kept that a trade secret and diverted the conversation to a secondary issue.

How did I break into the interrogation room- What a funny question. Es the cells don’t have locks here. Hey, do you want to team up with me? To someone like Kotoko who can get anywhere she wants to and see whatever she wants within Milgram-

Someone like Es who barely has a full grasp of what's going on is always going to be beneath her or just another prisoner. We still don't even know how she figured out who had the highest guilty percentages. She's that ahead of us and that's an issue.

Guilty or Innocent might not even stop her at this point.

Her voice drama puts on full display her disgust in disappointment at not only Es' behavior over trial two but the audience's behavior as well. Then Deep Cover barrels in with all the vitriol she feels towards the other prisoners who spent all their interrogations framing her as a threat to them- People who are no better than garbage to her.

Going around crying about unfairness for someone giving them back what they gave and deserve. Going as far to say just like Futa that's karma isn't it. Even pointing out Es and the audience wouldn't care at all if they didn't feel like they knew these people or her. They'd just see a bad guy getting what they deserved just like they saw with her first mv and everyone would be oh so happy right?

Why is it any different when it happens to a bad guy that you know? If something is bad it's bad regardless of, who does it right? Why should it matter if you think they're nice, if they're just a kid, if they were having a hard time- It's so dumb because none of those things cancel out what the person has done. It doesn't bring back the people they've killed it's just making yourself feel good.

Taking those things into account won't make them change, won't stop them from offending again- It's so dumb. What about their victim's reasons, their lives, their struggles? People like that who just go forgiving the unforgivable because of those sorts of feelings alone can't change anything. The only thing they can do is excuse everything then act like what happens after that is nobody's fault.

It's nobody's fault I just did what I thought was right, I didn't think this would happen, it'd be good if I could have made it so it wouldn't have happened, even if my choices were bad ones they were still my own, to save the things that couldn't be saved I had to try it's all nonsense and never ending justification all the way down. Can any of that be considered taking responsibility at all?

While still carrying that feeling of self-loathing and recognition. that just screams I hate it because it's like me and that means i'm like you. It's annoying and depressing because that's just how people are. They're contradictory. Their morals are flexible. They're not subservient to any will but their own and even if someone else were to come a long and call them stupid, weak, overly sentimental, delusional, self-righteous, promiscuous, entitled, or a liar literally they don't have to fucking listen.

That's the entire point of Milgram, it's not about giving anybody what they want but everyone being able to do what they want because they want to. Plain and simple. But when you play like that the least you can do is take responsibility for your actions instead of conveniently putting all your problems on someone else.

Like Es said to Futa-

No matter what kind of suffering you’re going through, that doesn’t mean you’ll be able to evade justice.

It's hard so what- Would it be more fun if it were easy? Is living a fulfilling life something that can just be handed to everyone as simply as forgiving a transgression that didn't happen to you? It's different because it does feel like it's happening to you.

Because that's how people are and that's how they're always going to be.

#kotoko yuzuriha spoilers #milgram spoilers

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aaric-s-haven · 1 year

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Ok imma be real Rohan from K3G deserved a murder.

First he is obviously not the favorite son and for unknown reasons his brother disappears from his life and nobody is telling him shit. His parents don't mention him and his grandmothers leave the house soon after cuz they probably couldn't bear Rahul's absence.

His mother is extremely depressed and always detached from her surroundings aka not the best person to look after a child and his other mother, the person who arguably loved him the most, DJ, is sent away with his brother.

His father is a dickhead who practices repression of emotions cuz uk it's a must toxic masculinity trait, he has literally not brought up his kids cuz if he had contributed anything apart from high expectations in parenting, his kids wouldn't be such good ppl. They wud be toxic males like him. Rahul always showed sensitivity towards his mother's plight and Rohan called him out on his shit and got slapped for it.

When the story starts Rohan is mostly growing up in a boarding school like Rahul but unlike Rahul he never gets to spend his holidays in a loving environment. Instead he gets an empty house too big for three people, absent parents cuz they are too wrapped up in their grief and grandmothers who can't stop seeing his brother in him hence a constant reminder of how Rahul's loss took everything from his childhood.

He grew up never being enough for anyone left in his life. Everyone looked at him and mourned his brother. Side note, the mommy senses of Nandini activating for Rahul but smh Rohan standing right behind her doesn't get the same AAaAaAA is lowkey funny... If you are a person like me who relates. DJ on the other hand, GOATed woman narrowed on the suspiciously red eyed dude with her old boss' name so fastttt, she didn't need anyone or anything to connect the dots. She thought I smell fkn Rohan flavored bullshit and she was right.

It is a wonder he doesn't grow up to hate Rahul. But it is very much believable that when he turns up at Rahul's house, he is viciously longing for his brother's love and puts up with his overprotective rudeness. That hug at the end of Bole Chudiya fucking breaks me, there was such longing on his face for his family, it was so fkn heartbreaking. I think that's what Rahul saw on his face and pulled him in for a hug. He probably thought that the random guy who Poo won't stop hitting on is missing his family not knowing that he is the family Rohan has been craving for years.

Also the weight loss????? I know some ppl who have had that transformation from child to adult but fight me, Rohan "laddoo" Raichand underwent that cuz of stress taking physical form.

And then of course is the failed attempts at reuniting his family. The first attempt ends with a slap when he points out that Yashvardhan Raichand is a dick. Second attempt only succeeds cuz Poo his bestie also begs Rahul to come back for just a few moments. As if it wasn't obvious that Rahul had given his place to Poo. If anything Poo had a place in his heart that Rohan could never have cuz he became her second father figure. Rahul has a favorite child and it's not his brother, FOR UNDERSTANDABLE REASONS, but man it has to suck for Rohan.

Rahul comes back, Yash finalls caves in and gives the worst ever form of apology to Rahul. Personally Rahul shud take his London fam, his mother and brother back to UK and leave Raichand with his dumbfuck Parampara. Man made everyone suffer for ten years. Specially his wife and children.

So now Rohan is back to the family he always wanted except now they have Rahul, the favorite son, the one that was most visibly wronged, the one who will be getting a special treatment by everyone cuz he was the most obvious victim, and Rohan is back to being the background. Honestly at this point Anjali and DJ are the only ones who are gonna give him attention. And one is his nanny who wud want to live with her daughter for some time and other is his sister in law who has many responsibilities.

So yeah I support Rohan rights and also Rohan wrongs. Go murder your father babe. Dickhead destroyed your life and left you with numerous insecurities and inferiority issues. You became the therapy child with nobody acknowledging your trauma cuz it wasn't visible enough. As if solving your parent's issues emotional and personal isn't a giant red flag of unhealthy upbringing

P. S I really don't ship Poo and Rohan, like come on you set up a romance like Rahul and Anjali's, you give that standard for love. And then the next couple is reduced to childhood besties that are still act like KIDS cuz uk he just passed out from school. They gave amazingggg bestie partner in crime vibes but not romance dude

#k3g #hrithik roshan #bollywood #bollywood music #shah rukh khan #srkajol #srk #amitabh bachchan #Rohan deserves better i swearrrr

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blitheringmcgonagall · 1 year

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For some time, what I liked the most about Lily (and the basis for my characterization of her) was that she had ended her friendship with Snape. Not in a vindictive, I-Hate-Him-And-He-Deserves-The-Worst type of way, but in a "I'm so glad she realized their friendship had became toxic at that point and she made the right choice for herself and cut him off". I really admired her capacity to stand up for herself, you know?

What do you think about their friendship?

I’m really interested in Lily’s friendship with Snape. I get that he was the first peer who (unlike her sister) accepted her as a witch and despite it. He explained what Hogwarts would be like and made her feel excited and less nervous about going. He was clearly very taken with her (as a friend initially anyway), and reassured her (massive lie) that being a muggleborn wouldn’t matter.

But…

The thing is, we know that at the very start of his friendship with Lily:

He was mean to Petunia, and purposely dropped a branch on top of her

He knew more dark magic going into Hogwarts than most 7th years (source: Sirius Black)

He got sorted into slytherin and we know by the end of 5th year he was:

Friends with wannabe Death Eaters

Friends with Lucius Malfoy (that’s from a younger age as he was older and left school years beforehand)

Making up very vicious/dangerous dark magic spells like sectumsempra and using it on “enemies”

Making up other less vicious but still not pleasant spells like Levicorpus

Hanging out with bigoted wankers who called muggleborn students slurs and he was also doing this too (except not to Lily)

Hanging out with Death Eater wannabes who attacked Mary McDonald and calling the attack with dark magic a bit of a joke

Trying to out Remus Lupin for being a werewolf

In what universe did it take Lily (who we know was clever, cheeky, popular, stood up to other popular people like the marauders) so long to figure out her friend was a supremacist arsehole who she needs to ditch goodo, in fact, yesterday???

How do we understand this serious lapse in judgement/blind spot when it came to Snape?

I have some ideas…

What if Lily is really loyal to her friends to the same degree as James? Imagine someone trying to warn James that one of his best friends was a bad guy - he wouldn’t believe it (eh, wait, that’s exactly what happened, it was clear SOMEONE was the spy and it being a friend of his wasn’t a runner!!) - she regards it as the height of dishonour to mistrust her friends. Presumably Snape keeps some of his least savoury elements hidden from her (although by the time of SWM in 5th year she is aware of eg his calling people mudbloods etc) and she refuses to believe he’s gotten THAT bad.

She has a soft spot for the underdog. Snape is a kind of underdog - very obviously poor and halfblood in slytherin, a bit of an easy target for bullies, not good looking, grumpy, a bit painful personality wise etc. She stands up for him immediately as soon as James and Snape go after him. And she immediately stands up for Remus when Snape tries to say he’s a werewolf etc. Of course, James Rich Boy Mollycoddled Doted-On Quidditch-Star Clever Clogs Top of His Class Fleamont Pooter is the literal polar opposite of an underdog (you’re fucked, Potter)

We are told she’s kind, it’s a defining feature of her personality - so probably she makes excuses for him - hang on, she says it herself, she makes excuses and stands up for him and defends him to her other friends despite the shit-ton of evidence that this guy is bad news for too long… until she can’t

When SWM happens, she’s confronted with the ugly truth that her friendship with Snape is beyond redemption. It’s very hard to admit that and let go of a relationship- platonic or romantic - that you’ve invested in for years. HE WAS HER BEST FRIEND- that’s like James realising Sirius is a Voldy supporter and ditching him. Just because we in this fandom hate Snape doesn’t mean she did.

And Lily does that. When it finally hits her (late, in my opinion, because of the above reasons), she makes the right choice for herself and cuts him out. She doesn’t give into him when he refuses to go away and tries to get her to still be friends with her outside Gryffindor Tower. She sticks to her (right) decision and I applaud her for that difficult but really sensible, insightful decision. I think that’s proof that Lily is not a walk-over. It takes her ages to realise who Snape has become but when she gets it, she acts. And I love her for it. She did the right thing for herself I completely agree 🥺♥️

#I love this ask #Lily Evans meta #marauders meta #why did it take so long #but when she gets there eventually #Sneep is screwed #and not in a nasty vicious way but in a firm and confident fuck off #I love her #love these asks!#keep them coming!#HP meta

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Summary: your life in Hawkins has been pretty normal so far, but things get a little complicated when one of your friends, Chrissy Cunningham, is found dead (if by little you mean literally entering another dimension to save the town from a murderous monster with freaky powers)

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2540

A/N: Hey!!! This is my first time writing a fic and also, English is not my first language, so apologies for any sort of grammatical mistakes or if anything sounds weird. I finished s4 and had the urge to write something for these two dorks so I hope you guys like it. The fic will probably go through the span of the season so the last chapters will probably come out by the time s4 is over. Happy pride month!!!

Edit: if someone would like to be added to a taglist for the next part, dm me ;)

PART 1 - THE LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE

It’s funny when you think about how a group of people can come together just to get the worst out of everyone. Steve Harrington, Tommy H., Carol Perkins, Nancy Wheeler, and you. “Friends” you’d call yourselves. As if.

Out of the bunch, you only ever really knew Nancy and Steve, mostly since you never felt like they belonged there with you, and you meant that in the most flattering way. Tommy H. was an asshole, simple as that, and Carol was basically a trash can with a mouth, just full of garbage. Steve was more of a special case. You didn’t like him, but you knew that wasn’t really his fault. It’s just that looking at him felt like looking at you, and every time you saw him you saw the same fucking image that haunted you daily when you’d wake up and look at yourself in the mirror. A loser who’s so fucking scared of being cast out that she’d rather be a miserable idiot with no opinions or thoughts of her own than to be herself.

Most likely ‘cause who you were scared the shit out of you.

Lastly, there was Nancy. Sweet, smart, good ol’ Nancy Wheeler. She wasn’t like you. You could tell from a mile away that she had a soul, unlike the bunch of you. Maybe that’s why you treated her the shittiest, hoping that at some point she’d have enough of your vicious digs against her and would tell you all to go fuck yourselves. Turns out, you didn’t even need to try that hard. The moment she left Steve for Jonathan everything started to crumble. It was soon after that that Steve got tired of Tommy’s shitty attitude and sent you all packing too, which you admit made you a bit jealous, but also happy for him if you were being quite honest.

Your happiness didn’t last though, since as soon as he left came Billy. He would flirt with you relentlessly, but you would shut it down every time. It didn’t discourage him, though. Quite the opposite if you were being honest, as it just made him try harder. Only after the mall fire did he finally stop. Since he was, y’know, dead. That year, Tommy and Carol graduated and that marked the definitive end to your little gang, but you wouldn’t let yourself be a nobody after all the hard work you put in to fit.

So, you made new friends, joined the Hawkins High cheerleading squad and started to hang out with the basketball team. Chrissy Cunningham became your new bestie, and you were once again at the top of Hawkins High food chain, officially untouchable.

None of them compared to her though.

Not thinking about her was hard. Being honest with yourself, there hasn’t been a day you haven’t thought about her since you both went separate ways. Robin had that effect on people. It was especially hard now, though, since you saw her every single fucking time the team had a game. Her and that stupid little red head she kept smiling to.

The both of you used to be thick as thieves once, in middle school, when you were still a huge fucking nerd and Robin was the outcast that completed your little duo. But then, by the end of middle school, you started to feel... different. Your feelings towards Robin started to change in ways that shouldn’t be possible, ways that weren’t natural. Girls didn’t feel this way about other girls. There was something wrong with you, you... you were broken. So, you freaked out, shut yourself off to her, and the moment the both of you started high school, you became a totally different person.

Yet, Robin had another version of the story.

“Hey,” someone waved their hand across your face. “earth to Y/N. What are you staring at?” Chrissy followed your gaze towards Robin, who made awkward conversation with Vickie Whatever-the-fuck-her-name-is, and you turned to look at her, realizing you were staring.

Clearing your throat, you responded. “Oh, um, it’s nothing.”

Now, one thing you knew is, Chrissy Cunningham, contrary to popular belief, isn’t stupid, so the moment she looked at you with a cocked brow you knew you were about to be called out unless you redirected the conversation right at that moment.

“So, um, are you coming to the party after the game?”

Apparently, that put her on edge, since she tensed beside you and avoided your gaze. “No, I–um, have to go home, y’know, get changed first,”

You thought about asking, but it truly was none of your business, lest it be she start questioning you about why the hell you were looking at Robin.

“God, I sure do hope they win something for once. It gets kinda embarrassing always cheering for the losing team,” you sigh rubbing your neck.

Chrissy laughs in that all too charming way that reminds you of why half the basketball team trip over themselves to even get a word in with her. Big shiny smile and a cute tiny nose all scrunched up. Man, if you weren’t so hopelessly in love with someone else you’re sure you would’ve gotten a thing for her right away. “Don’t be mean, they’re… trying. I think.”

Nudging her elbow and wagling your brows, you reply, “You just say that ‘cause your loverboy is there,” a smirk on your lips.

The intention was to make her laugh, but at the mention of Jason, all she seemed to do was tense, a forced chuckle falling from her mouth. Once again you got the urge to ask, to see if she was okay. You noticed something seemed amiss a few weeks ago, but decided to brush it off. Now you’re kinda wondering if you should say something, but even if you did, you doubt Chrissy would actually tell you anything.

This was the nature of your relationship with her. To everyone else, you were best friends. You’d have sleepovers, go shopping together, gossip about guys, and whatever else girlfriends would do, but in reality, you probably knew about Chrissy just as much as everyone else did. There was no place between you for deep conversations or actual intimate talks. Not that anyone knew though. That was you, your life a carefully arranged act.

The game was thrilling, or that’s what you would say if you actually cared about sports, although you do have to admit it was more exciting than the previous one, with freshman Lucas Sinclair scoring and bringing the victory to the team, not a single second left to spare. The moment the game was over, you walked as quickly as possible to where you agreed to meet your supplier, but to no one’s surprise, he was late, so there you stood in a deserted hallway waiting for him to show up.

Man, Hawkings High was kinda creepy when there was no one around.

A few minutes later, you heard your supplier's annoying voice announce his presence.

“Aww, if it isn’t my favorite prissy princess,” Eddie Munson greeted teasingly, a big smile on his face as he saw you.

“Yeah, yeah, you got my stuff?”

“I missed you too, honey,” he said sarcastically. You raised your eyebrow and stuck your hand out, and at seeing your deadpan expression, he rolled his eyes and put his arms up. “Alright, alright. Yeah, I got your weed. Gee, I might get diabetes if you keep being this sweet,” he muttered.

Now, maybe calling him just your supplier was kinda mean. Against your better judgment, you couldn’t help but like the weirdo. You don’t really know how he went from being your dealer to your… friend, but you couldn’t be more glad it happened. You and him started to hang out occasionally since you lived in the same trailer park, and by the time you realized, occasionally turned into once a month, then once a week, then twice a week, to the point you’d always hang out if he wasn’t busy with his band or his D&D club. Hell, you would even go to his concerts sometimes, and help him plan his campaigns. Of course, you would never be publicly seen hanging out, and less of all dream of actually admitting that you care about him, but he– the way he was so unapologetically himself and didn’t give a fuck about what anyone thought… you admired it. It reminded you of her.

Everything seems to remind you of her nowadays.

“So, how did the campaign end?”

As he looks for your weed in his little metal box, his brown eyes seem to light up. “Ah, so you do care!”

His enthusiasm was adorable, but you tried to play off your interest anyway. “Pfft, you wish. I’m just interested in what you did with the amazing world I built,”

The look he gives you is skeptical as he hands you your weed. “Sure,” he draws out, “As much as I’d love to tell you, my fair maiden, I gotta meet another client so I’m in a bit of a rush,”

“Someone’s busy,” you remark handing him his money.

“All in the day of a devil’s work,” he says, arms open theatrically as he walks away from you. Before turning around completely, he shouts. “Ey, if you get shit-faced tonight save some for me, alright angel?”

“First of all, I won’t. Second of all, don’t call me angel if you want to keep your dick, Munson,” you shouted after him with a small smile on your face. He laughed and once again, you were alone.

Shaking your head, an amused chuckle left your lips. He acted all tough but at the end of the day he was just a nerd. A cute nerd, even, if you said so yourself. You were about to exit the building when a strong pain in your head made you dizzy, and you had to lean against the lockers in order not to lose your balance. Feeling a warm liquid drip down your nose, you lifted your hand up only to find blood

“Hey, you alright there?”

Fuck. Oh fuck. Shit. You knew that fucking voice, of course you knew that fucking voice, you’ve been hearing it in your dreams since middle school, fuck! Having a mild crisis, you questioned what to do, but before you could decide on anything she spoke again.

“Can you, like, speak up, please? Unless you’re like mute, in which case like I totally understand but if you aren’t um, like, it’d be appreciated. You don’t have to, but you don’t seem okay. Although if you’re not okay and want to be alone I can totally leave you alone y’know, I hate it when people don’t understand that, but also if something is wrong you can tell me, they say it’s bad to bottle things up and–”

You feel a fond smile slowly creeping up to your lips and can’t help but snort. “You talk a lot,” more than you remember.

As you turn to look at Robin you can immediately see the change in demeanor. She’s still in her band uniform, which makes her look a bit ridiculous, but you gotta admit she makes it work all the same. “Oh, it’s you,” the way her tone changes slices through your heart like a knife, but fuck if you don’t deserve it. She’s annoyed, you can tell, arms crossed, dismissive look; you think she’s about to leave until she gets a good look at your face and her eyes seem to zero in on your nose, eyebrows furrowed.

“Is that blood? Are you okay? What happened?” she leaned forward, as if to move towards you, but thought better of it and stayed in her place, although the look of concern remained.

“Yeah, just a nosebleed, don’t worry. Probably from all the spinning around,” an awkward laugh escaped you and you rubbed your neck, wondering how you’d get out of this situation.

Robin wrung her hands together, conflicted, as if she wanted to question you more, but refrained herself from it. “Sure, just… be careful,”

Placing her hands in her pockets, she turned around to leave but before you could stop your stupid mouth, the words had already escaped you. “You still care?”

That stopped her in her tracks and when your eyes connected again you could see a thousand emotions crossing them at lightning speed. Confusion, surprise, hurt, disbelief, before finally settling in anger. Fuck, that was a mistake.

“Believe it or not, I wasn’t the one who willingly stopped hanging out with you,” she said sarcastically.

“It’s–it’s not like that. I–”

“Yeah, well, you never bothered to explain anyway, did you? Just, ditched the loser and got a fresh new batch of cool friends,”

“Robin, I–”

“Hey, Y/N!” Patrick McKinney interrupted your conversation, jogging down the hall to where you were, smiling at having found you. As he went to put his arm around your shoulders, he finally seemed to catch on to the palpable tesion in the air, and looked between you and Robin confused.

Shit, you forgot. To prevent people from getting suspicious, you accepted a date with Patrick, one of the jocks from the basketball team. Morally, you know what you did was wrong, but out of the bunch, Patrick seemed sweet, and you know that he wasn’t as pushy as some of the others. He was the perfect candidate, and he liked you, you just, didn’t quite like him, as more than a friend at least.

“I’ve looking for you everywhere, you ready to go?” he sounded unsure, words trailing off and eyes drifting from Robin to you.

You stood there troubled, not knowing what to do. In truth, you wanted to explain the situation to Robin but really, what was there to explain? You weren’t about to say ‘Hey, Robin! So glad to see you. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, but I just had the hugest crush on you, y’know. Been in love since forever and couldn’t stand having to be with you without being able to kiss you or without imploding every single time you got close to me, and I would rather die than have to be there for when you got a boyfriend and came to talk to me about how much you loved him and how cute he was. But I’m cool now so everything’s okay, let’s be friends again! wanna have a sleepover?’.

As you pondered on what to do, Robin decided for you and sighed irritated. “Have fun with your lil’ boyfriend,” she muttered as she left, head downcast.

“You know her?” he questioned.

“Just– just an old friend. Let’s go,” ´Patrick looked hesitant, curious to know more, but he knew you, and the fact that you even gave him a chance at all was too big of an opportunity to fuck it up by being nosy, so he just smiled, trying to diffuse the tension by making idle chatter with you about the game.

Not that you really listened though, watching Robin leave from over your shoulder as you exited the school, headed to the party, and on your way out you could’ve sworn that you heard a clock ticking.

Robin’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

Eddie’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

#robin buckley #eddie munson #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #robin x reader #eddie munson imagine #robin buckley imagine

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oscar-piastri · 2 years

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safe place (2) [arthur leclerc x reader]

title: safe place (2) [read part one here]

pairing: arthur leclerc x reader

summary: you finally understand what is your safe place

words: 1k

It has been a few weeks since you went back home. Things weren’t perfect but it was going great. You found a new job, with more hours and more money. Living in Monaco was very great, but wanting to move out with any financial help was a nightmare and you could only rely on yourself. Having to keep studying wasn’t helping at all, but luckily, you had found someone to help you

“What about this one?” Arthur shoved his phone screen to your face. “It’s cute, affordable and… close to my place”

You sighed, closing your textbook to take Arthur’s phone. “Yeah, I like it” you said as you looked through all the pictures. Arthur was right, it was affordable, thanks to the money you managed to save and the financial aids you were eligible for. “I will call” you said as you wrote down the offer reference and the phone number to set up a visit.

“We make a great team” Arthur proudly said, a giant smile appearing on his face, sitting on his bed. You were studying at his place for one of your exams and he decided to help you in your apartment hunt while you were ‘kicking ass and getting good grades’

“We do,” you replied, sitting next to him. “Honestly, I’m thankful for everything you did, and are doing for me” Arthur was slightly blushing and it made you smile. He was about to say something when your alarm went on. “Shit, I have to go to work” you hurried up, grabbing all your stuff you shoved in your backpack.

“Good luck” Arthur said as he was closely following you to walk you to the door.

Before leaving you felt your brain connecting and you turned around “Shit, I won’t have time to see you before you leave right?” you asked Arthur, as you remembered he had to leave early tomorrow morning to attend another of his race weekends.

“Nope. What a bummer you can’t come with me because of work. What will I do without my lucky charm?” Arthur grinned and you couldn’t help but smile.

“No matter where I will be, you can be sure I will be cheering for you” you said before waving goodbye and running to work.

Saturday morning, you’re working the morning shift at work meaning you were set to miss Arthur’s sprint race. Luckily you weren’t working for his feature race and he was starting from a good position. Throughout the morning, your mind was lost, only focusing on Arthur, and you spent a good part of your shift, wishing for it to be over soon, so you could see how the race went.

As soon as your shift ended, you hurried to get your phone and your heart literally missed a beat, when you read the notifications on your phone ‘F3 Sprint Race: big crash from Arthur Leclerc’. It was like the world was spinning around you, and your brain was already thinking the worst. As you were walking home, you tried to call Arthur many times, you texted him like crazy and you checked social media for updates. You knew he was out of the car but cared way too much about Arthur, not to worry.

As you were about to reach your house, your phone rang and you sight in relief when you saw it was Arthur calling you.

“Oh god, Arthur, are you okay?!” you asked right away, not giving him the time to speak first. You heard him chuckle at the other side.

“I’m fine. The car took the big hit”

“My heart dropped when I left work and read what happened. I-I should have come, you said I was your lucky charm, maybe it wouldn’t have happened!”

“Calm down Y/N. I am fine. I did a check up at the medical center and I’m totally fine, even fit to race tomorrow morning. I’m super strong, I’ll even get on the podium tomorrow, I can feel it.” Arthur tried to reassure you but you stayed silent. “How was work by the way?”

“Boring. But on Monday after school I’m going to visit the place you showed me. I have a feeling it’s going to be good.”

“Really? That’s amazing! I’ll be crossing my fingers. I’m flying back home on Monday, so maybe we can meet after the visit so I can have the privilege of being the first one to know everything?” Arthur asked

“Okay, deal”

“Great. Okay I gotta go, but we’ll talk later”

Monday was quick to arrive and you were glad, not just because you were one step closer to being without your parents, but because Arthur was meeting you after the visit and you were dying to see him again. After the scare you had Saturday, you just wanted one thing and it was hugging him and being near him.

The visit went well, it was small but cozy and had everything you could need. You had met the owners of the place and the feeling went really great so you were hopeful they would pick you. You were making your way outside when you got a text from Arthur saying “I’m outside :)”. You didn’t bother to reply and simply ran outside the building to find Arthur on his phone, leaning against a pole.

“Arthur!” you called him excited. Arthur looked up from his phone and his face lit up when he saw you running to him. He barely had the time to put his phone away before you threw your arms around him. “I’m happy to see you” you said, breaking the hug

“In one piece you mean?” he joked, making you gently hit his shoulder “Okay, okay not funny”

You both stood there, in silence for a few minutes before Arthur decided to speak again.

“So… You think this could be your safe place?” he asked, pointing at the building behind you.

“Not really…” you mumbled

“Why? I thought it was perfect” he asked, his face showing signs of confusion.

“Oh no I meant… I really like this place, I could see myself living there but… I don’t think it is my actual safe place” you explained. Funny because you thought it could be the safe place you and Arthur have been talking about, but when Arthur asked, it all changed.

“Oh…”

“Arthur, you’re my safe place” you blurred out. “I’ve never felt safer than when I am in your arms or near you or in the same room”

“Y/N I-”

“No please… Just let me speak” you insisted and Arthur closed his mouth right away. “I don’t know, I think it’s when I found out about your crash that all the pieces got together in my head and my heart. Arthur you make me so happy, you make me laugh, you’re basically the sunshine of my moody days. You’re always on my mind and at first I thought it was just because you were checking up on me, helping me but no. Arthur, I like you. I really really like you. A lot. And not as a friend. I think I’m falling for you” you confessed to Arthur, feeling a big weight dropping from your shoulders. You looked at Arthur, unsure of his reaction.

“Can you say it again?” Arthur asked you, leaving you confused.

“Uh? You- what? The entire thing? Because I- I don’t think I can, you know it was really spontaneous”

Arthur put his body closer to yours. “No, just the last part,” he said with a smile.

“I’m falling for you,” you replied firmly.

“Good” he said, bringing his face a few inches from yours. “Because I already fell for you. And I fell hard”

#arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc imagines #f3 imagine #f3 imagines #w*#*

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ushijimasupremacy28 · 6 months

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Ushijima x reader….

As third years in the volleyball club both you and Toshi dedicated your time to practice so that both of your teams can win the spring tournament. For all of your previous games the girls and boys volleyball teams had different schedules so you two were always there for each other’s games supporting each other from the bleachers and embracing one another after the games. As much to our surprise Toshi’s final match and yours overlapped each other but that was an obstacle that you two promised to overcome, instead you and Toshi exchanged your good luck charm that you both always wear. You gave him your red ribbon that was always tied to your ponytail and was given to you by your father your 1st year into high school and Toshi gave you his wrist band additionally he also gave you his club jacket with his surname on it, his sweat towel, water bottle and his jersey from his 2nd year. Looking at how he’s gonna give you literally everything made you chuckle with how stern his face always is and how scary his demeanor can be you’d never thought he would be this sweet and to make it even better he only shows you this side of his.

Y/N:

“Toshi” you said with a few giggles leaving you “I appreciate that you are willing to give me almost everything you have, but I’ll take your wrist band only I can’t hold everything. It’s the thought that matters though.” You smiled at him as you try to return everything else

Toshi:

“But Y/N this will be your first game that I won’t be able to watch and to make matters worse its your final game for the spring tournament, you’ll be at mine before the final set but I won’t be at yours at all.”

His face completely stern as he said such heartfelt words but if you look at his eyes you can definitely see the sadness in them and you absolutely adore how much thoughts he puts in for you.

Y/N:

“Hmmmm then I’ll take your club jacket that way I can show off your surname and proclaim to the crowd that you are always there. Hehe” you gave him a big smile as your arms hugged his neck loosely and as his big hands cupped your hips bringing you closer to him.

Toshi:

“I love that idea a lot” he gave you the faintest smile and a peck on your lips.

…………

*Game Day*

Y/N POV:

The final whistle blows as soon as the ball hit the court, your heartbeat could be heard because of how silent the whole stadium became before the opposing teams cheered and yelled. Your teammates frozen in place and you felt tears welling up in your eyes. You looked around and you see the tears trickling down your teammates faces and how silent your cheer team is and it was heartbreaking. As team captain you pulled yourself together and called your teammates to line up. As you silently walk to the locker room with your teammates trailing behind. Your mind wondered about how the game went and what you could’ve done to gain different results but in the end the reality is your team lost and this was your last game altogether and as a third year that is the worst feeling you could ever have.

Your coach gave an encouraging speech and he looked as you stood up and gave a few encouraging words as team captain, the room fell into a gloomy silence afterwards until your first and second years stood up with tears streaming like a waterfall down their faces as they bowed halfway down and gave the third years a promise that they will take the team to nationals next year on behalf of the third years. With that said a smile forming on my face because of their great attitude I told ‘em that I’ll be watching all of their games next year so they best be on their A game, everyone in the room laughed at my remark lifting the bad air that was surrounding us.

“With that being said I gotta run, Toshi’s game is still ongoing. As I left the stadium my team asked to pass on their good lucks to the boys volleyball team and of course I will.

Thanking my parents for dropping me off I ran inside the stadium as I could hear the crowd cheer, it was the last set and I looked over at team siting on the bench. I yelled out Toshi’s name and his head turned to the crowd scanning the bleachers looking for the familiar voice that called his name. I smiled noticing his eyes scanning the crowd and I lifted both my arms trynna wave him down as he spotted my actions I gave him my biggest smile and yelled out stay strong and I love you. He gave me a smile back making his teammates grimace at the sight of him smiling, I laughed at their reaction as they waved at me, Toshi noticing this gave them a glare and they immediately took their hands down.

Yelling out was to try and get Toshi’s attention but I also grabbed the crowds attention as they went silent and I knew it was because of the results from our game. I looked up and saw the pity in their eyes which was understandable because the bleachers were full of students from our school. I looked at the boys who’s attention was on the coach and then back to the crowd who’s full attention was on me I asked if they could pretend they didn’t know and to continue on cheering for the boys and give them their full support. One of the girls from my home room stared cheering loud and everyone followed pursuit I smiled at them and thanked them for their understanding. If Toshi knew about the results he would be worried about my feelings and it will affect his playing so I really appreciated how thoughtful the crowd is.

I saw an empty seat in the front row next to an orange hair boy, asking if the seat was taken and he smiled saying I can sit in it. Looking around I noticed that it was the karasuno’s volleyball team I greeted the third years since we’ve met a few times and focused my attention back to the game.

“Is it just me or isn’t Ushijima more energetic than the previous set, I honestly thought he was tired out” the orange hair boy stated I couldn’t help but listen in to what he said since almost the whole bleachers heard it.

Daichi laughed at what the boy said “I would be the same if I knew my biggest supporter was watching and cheering me on”

After hearing what Daichi said my face couldn’t help but heat up in embarrassment.

Finally the final point both team were fighting hard to keep the ball in play, tired and exhausted you could feel the tension in the crowd and how focused everyone was on the court. A few minutes in and the ball was still in play but to everyone it felt like hours of silence as Toshi spiked the ball breaking through the opposing team’s three man block and finally hitting the court. The final whistle was blown and the crowd went wild, I cheered with all my heart while waving at Toshi whose eyes were already on me. After the award ceremony the boys team went back to the locker room and I made my way to the hallway to wait for Toshi.

After a few minutes of waiting, the crowd in the hall finally started to die down as everyone is already making their way home I noticed a few of the karasuno boys standing by the hallway probably waiting for the rest of their team to meet up with them. I glanced over to the hallway and I see Toshi walking down wearing a dark expression on his face as soon as he saw me standing a few steps away from him he stopped and looked at me as tears fell from his face, throughout the 2 years I’ve dated Toshi not once did I see him cry and I knew that he was crying for me but how can I be sad when his team just won the spring championship instead the only emotions I had was happiness. I was so happy for him that the sadness from losing was washed away, I smiled at him and he walked towards me giving me the most gentle embrace. It felt like time stopped and the warmth of his body was slowly engulfing mine as I stayed in his arms.

“I love you so so much Y/N” Toshi’s voice was as soft as the wind blowing and his words were sincere to the point where your heart fell in love with him all over again.

I smiled against his chest and I told him “I love you more Toshi always and forever.”

Hinata’s POV:

“That game was amazing and the girl sitting next to us was full on cheering for Ushijima although it was kinda weird how he smiled at her especially when every time I’ve met Ushijima he would glare at me like he was gonna bite my head off”

Suga and noya laughed at what I said and Daichi chuckled a little bit.

“ she is his girlfriend yah know” Tanaka said while laughing and slapping me on my back.

I stopped and looked at Tanaka shocked at his words “I’m sorry did you just say that the almighty Ushijima has a girlfriend and a real pretty one at that?”

The team looked at me like I grew two heads and this time it was Daichi who spoke up “yea” he chuckled “they have dated for two years now it was a headliner for all the high school gossip back in the days because it was about *the stern Ushijima has a soft spot for a girl*” Suga laughed as he looked like he was recalling those times.

Tsukishima gave me a look and said “ and also she was wearing his club jacket with his surname capitalized I’m surprised you didn’t notice but then again you’re Hinata.” The team laughed at his remarks and I was ready to jump at him he’s always had a smart mouth but Noya cut me off.

“I’m surprised that she was cheering so happily for him too especially after their team losing, I don’t think I would be able to cheer like that after a huge loss, she even asked the crowd to pretend and support the boys.”

I was confused about what Noya said and Daichi noticed my face so he explained what happened.

Will I have been able to cheer for someone like that after losing a game? I don’t know and I really hope I don’t experience it I don’t think I’ll like it. We stood at the hallway waiting for asashi and the rest of our teammates to meet up with us when we saw Ushijima’s girlfriend walk by as she gave us a goodbye wave and not long after she walked past us the said person appeared and slowly approached her, the boys was silent as we witnessed the scene in front of us.

“You know what Kageyama?” I said and everyone’s eyes was on me.

I looked at my teammates and said “ I think volleyball is a beautiful sport, I think that when I spiked the ball and looking at the other side of the net is the best view but looking at this is something that’s more beautiful.”

“ The way he cries for her while she smiles for him is absolutely a beautiful thing.”

My team smiled and nodded in agreement.

……….

The End…..

#ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu #fanfic #volleyball #x reader #love #hinata shouyou #karasuno

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once-upon-an-imagine · 3 months

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Works in Progress

Okay, this is literally every single work in progress that I currently have on my drafts!

I am the worst at summaries so I put the literal request underneath each one of them 😊 If it's not here, I didn't get the requests, loves so, let me know 😁

I know it's a lot and I really hope to get all of them up soon, it's gonna take me a while, but they are coming! if you'd like to request a preview of one, go ahead 😊 polls might come back in the future since they seem to be working somehow! I'll also be updating my Masterlists

I would like to thank you all again so much for yyour requests, love and patience!

Steve Harrington

Drabble (Untitled) [Mixing 2 requests]

1. wishingtobeforeveryoung1019 - Hey can I get a Steve and reader imagine where she works with Steve and they both like each other but they don’t realize it. They both think each other are way out of each other’s league. Can be Scoops Ahoy or Family Video, whichever you prefer. Fluffy please 2. Anonymous - Could you write a dialogue for Steve Harrington where the reader works at Scoops Ahoy and Steve and Dustin are in the back talking and Steve tells Dustin how much he likes the reader. Steve says "I really love y/n." and the reader opens the little window and says something like "you know I heard that whole conversation, right?" Steve and Dustin are both really shocked and Dustin runs out the back door, and Steve gets really flustered. And it ends with something really fluffy and cute, and they kiss. You totally don't have to write this, it was just an idea I had.

Ongoing Series - How Will I Know

You have walked the halls of Hawkins High unseen. If it wasn’t because Eddie Munson and his Hellfire Club had found you, you probably wouldn’t even have any friends. You knew someone like your all-time crush Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington wouldn’t notice you in a million years. Until you get paired up for a project and he finally learns your name.

Eddie Munson

One-Shot - Alone Together [Mixing 2 requests]

1. mycobrakai1972 - Hello love, me again 😁 but instead of Charlie I have a Eddie request (even through they closed, so if you have to much just keep it for later or if you don’t want to, just ignore my request). So I thought about the reader is to shy to play with the Hellfire Club but she really wants too. And Eddie is thinking about a campaign that he can play only with her like a D&D date night and that has a romantic twist in it? Love your writhing, and look forward to everything that is coming soon. 💗💗💗 2. lunamadhatter99 - Oohhh let me go with Eddie and a shy one😍 Reader is a shy, quiet one, she's always seen (IF she is seen) at the library and there is where our boy notices her, reading basically a book a day. He's a little shy himself, at first, more because he's worried his reputation would scare her, but one day he tries sitting at the same table and... oh boy, when she smiles at him, he's done. He would start slowly: small talk, little glances in the hallway too, making jokes every now and then. To make her feel comfortable, first thing, always. He would start to flirt, careful not to cross any line, but he made her feel so at ease that she. Flirts. Back! But that only means that he need to try try harder to see that sweet blush he loves so much😏

Ongoing Series - There Are Worse Things I Could Do

[Harrington!Reader] Your senior year was supposed to be the best one in your life. But when Jason broke up with you and turned the entire school against you by spreading rumors about you, you can count with your hand the people that talk to you. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Nancy, and Robin. But there might be a new one you can add to the list. One you never thought possible. Eddie Munson.

Argyle

One-Shot - A Kind of Magic (might become a drabble)

Anonymous - Heyo! I’m the anon who requested the learning disability imagine! Talking specifics, I’ve got major dyscalculia & a bit of dyslexia. Social anxiety also didn’t help being called on in class, but yea 😅 thanks for asking!! 🥹🥹🥹

Dialogue (Untitled)

Anonymous - So I saw your post about shy!reader x anyone and I was wondering if you could do shy!reader x argyle where he introduces you to his friends in Hawkins (the older teens) and reader doesn't have like the best experience meeting new people so their scared and wants to like not see them because they have social anxiety and like he cuddles then I'm the end ( I always need Argyle cuddles)

One-Shot - Cielito Lindo

Not requested - [Byers!Reader] Argyle is staying with your family when his parents are out of town. You know he’s been feeling down because he has to celebrate his birthday without them. So, you try to do something to cheer him up. (Sequel to Build Me Up, Buttercup)

Ongoing Series - (500 Miles)

[Hopper!Reader] After moving to California with your sister and your new family, you think maybe you’ll finally get some peace. But, of course, you are now driving across the country in your boyfriend’s pizza van, on your way back to Hawkins.

Billy Hargrove

One-Shot - Highway To Hell [Munson!Reader]

itslaqueefababy - Hey Idk if you’re taking request but since you have writers block, Maybe a Munson!reader x Billy Hargrove? Eddie and Billy hate each other and there’s a lot of drama and tension whenever they get around each other. It’s gets really annoying and out of control that reader eventually gets fed up and upset that they don’t care how she feels. She gives them the cold shoulder and silent treatment then eventually comes up with the idea to runaway on purpose for them to get along by searching for her and all? Something funny and angsty?

One-Shot - A Little Death [Mixing 2 requests] [This might be Hartington!Reader]

1. Anonymous - Where the reader breaks up with Billy because he has been toxic and Billy goes and tries to find love in other women. But he gets frustrated because they don't touch him (physically and mentally) the way the reader always did. He gets angry trying to teach them but none come close to the actual thing until he gets so frustrated that he crawls back to her and tries everything to fix it. 2. Anonymous - “I feel like I’m falling apart.” with Billy Hargrove?

One-Shot - RIP, Love [Munson!Reader]

Anonymous - Where the reader is known to break hearts. Not because its fun for her but she does it to protect herself and the person. She is convinced that whoever gets close to her heart either ends up hurting her or she ends up hurting them so she always ends it by leaving them - ultimately hurting them before they can hurt her. When Billy starts getting interested in her and she suddenly leaves just when he thought things were going good, he doesn't back down to find out why and once he does he makes it his mission to show her that he is there to stay and protect, despite being known for leaving and destroying. 2. Anonymous - since you are taking requests, could i request a Billy fic with the following prompts from the prompt list you talked about in your latest post ? "Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me." "Just, please don't leave me." "I don't want you to die for me. I want you to live for me." + "As you begin to fall asleep, you feel a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a blanket draped over you."

Steddie (Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson)

One-Shot - Running Up That Hill (I keep renaming it 😂)

Anonymous - I know you have many request and this one can definitely wait, but maybe Steddie x cursed!reader?? I need some angst and idk if this would help :/ but I understand if you don’t want to! Maybe one where reader bones end up snapping in the attic? It’s like Instead of max being cursed it’s the reader :)

Drabble - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

plk-18 asked - OK first of all i love your work!!! So I don’t know if your requests are still open and I’m really sorry if you already did something like that and I just forgot. But I would love a steddie one-shot, maybe they are not together yet but there is some sexual tension and we have a ‘only-one-bed’ situation👀🤍🤍

One-Shot - A Sunday Kind Of Love

Not requested - For six months, you had been fine with having a secret relationship with Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. But that changes when a very special day for you approaches and you want them both by your side and for that to happen, a few rules might get broken.

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Sirius Black

One-Shot - Out of The Woods [Lupin!Reader] (the request focuses more on Remus and the reader so I put it under Remus for now)

Anonymous - ahh your requests are open!! I love that!! but anyway, I could make a request where Remus has a younger sister who is a year or two below him and she discovers the way the Marauders found to help him deal with his problems during the full moons and decides what she wants to do the same for her brother but Remus doesn't allow it and they just fight about it until one night she decides to follow them anyway but ends up getting hurt because she's not an animagus like the rest of the boys? If you can make her be in an established relationship with Sirius I would appreciate it and sorry if I said something wrong this is not my first language

Drabble (Untitled)

oursilversoul - Heyy❤️ could yo write a Sirius black x slytherin reader where they somehow end up dancing together in the Yule ball with an enemies to lovers undertone? Thank you I love you soo much :)

Ongoing Series - Just Give Me A Reason

[Snape!Reader] Coming back for another year in Hogwarts meant you and your brother were away from your worst tormentor. But when your school tormentor finds out about it, things are about to change and you are not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. (Warning: mentions of abuse)

Remus Lupin

Dialogue (Untitled)

Anonymous - Hiii i don’t know if u are writing now but i’d love to read your take on remus being unconscious for a prolonged amount of time after transformation and fem!reader taking care of him and talking to him. fast forward to him waking up and confessing he heard everything she said while he was sleeping. i just love the way you write and it would be fun to read it!!

Drabble (Untitled for now)

2. Anonymous - HI! Could you do the prompt “We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?” With Remus Lupin where they're still in school and someone really close to the reader (like someone in their immediate family) died and the reader is miserable and asks Remus not to leave her too? Btw your work is amazing!

Ongoing Series - Too Good At Goodbyes

Twelve years ago, Lily and James Potter were brutally murdered. Twelve years ago, Sirius Black was sent to Azkaban for a crime he did not commit. Twelve years ago Remus Lupin left you to take care of a one-year-old Harry on your own. Twelve years ago Severus Snape was the only person who was there for you. And now, Remus is back to teach at Hogwarts with you, as Harry courses his third year, and Sirius Black escaped Azkaban.

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Charlie Weasley

She Is Love (One-Shot) [Mixing 2 requests]

1. Anonymous - something about a shy reader, who's friends with the twins. Charlie and the reader have a crush on each other and he loves to see her blush and get all nervous, so it's like his mission to make her blush a lot, she kinda likes it though. But when someone else does try to tease the reader, not in a comfortable way, unfortunately, Charlie comes to the rescue and later on confesses his feelings. 2. Anonymous - I am begging for Charlie kissing shy!reader for the first time please

One-Shot - I'm Yours [Mixing 2 requests]

1. Anonymous - One where he gets jealous because of how close you’ve always been to Fred and George, even though Charlie really has nothing to worry about. 2. Anonymous - I have a dialogue request for Charlie Weasley and “Pay attention to me” where maybe the reader is friends with the twins and she’s having a ‘situation’ with charlie that no one knows about?

Drabble (Untitled)

Anonymous - Hi friend! Can I interest you in a dialog prompt for Charlie Weasley and “I’m sorry but I love you and I’m not going anywhere?”

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Evan Buckley

Drabble or One-Shot (Untitled)

Anonymous - Could I request a Buck x plussize reader? One where someone says something mean about the reader and buck defends her and comforts her after? Idk I just feel like I need some buck fluff in my life 😂

Drabble or One-Shot - Late Night Talking

Anonymous - Can you write a Buck x reader fic where they both work at the 118 and are really good friends. They both have a crush on each other. One night reader comes to visit him at his apartment because she doesn't want to go home(she still lives with her parents and they have a argument or something) Buck is happy to see her but also knows that something is wrong. They spend some time together and maybe there is a love confession at the end.

Eddie Diaz

Drabble or One-Shot - Cramps

Anonymous - One being eddie and the reader are going about they're day. Reader feels unwell but thinks nothing of it until they get back from a call/at the end of one and reader has appendicitis so they rush her to the hospital? Eddie is there when she wakes up and looks after her.

Drabble or One-Shot - Proposal

Anonymous - eddie is planning to propose to reader and he's all fluffy and cute about it?? Maybe gets Chris involved and the team are congratulating them? All fluffy and cute again.

#steve harrington imagine #eddie munson imagine #argyle imagine #billy hargrove imagine #steddie imagine #james potter imagine #sirius black imagine #remus lupin imagine #charlie weasley imagine #theodore nott imagine #evan buckley imagine #eddie diaz imagine #stranger things imagine #marauders imagine #harry potter imagine #9-1-1 imagine

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