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ynscrazylife · 19 days

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You know what I really miss? Avengers x teen!reader headcanons, there use to be so much avengers content and practically dominated tumblr🥲

It would totally make my WEEK if you would make some classic mcu avengers(before infinity war) x teen!reader x Peter Parker(romantic) headcanons just about reader having powers and what it’s like living with the avengers 💕

-possible your new 👾anon?

let’s do this 💪 and YES you’ll be my first emoji anon!! @ anyone else, feel free to claim ur emoji!!

avengers x teen!reader headcanons

The Avengers are definitely reluctant to add another teenager to the team. Having Peter is great but has been a big adjustment, as they had to train him and protect him, less they face the wrath of Aunt May.

However, you were a compelling case, with your extensive abilities. You didn’t have many other options as to where to go and you hit it off with Peter right off the bat, working very well together as a pair. So, they took you in.

Tony worked with you on designs for your suit, Natasha and Steve trained you in combat (which meant you were going on morning runs with Steve and Sam. How fun . . . Though Sam could be convinced to give you piggy back rides, and you became Clint’s personal arrow-picker-upper. If you had powers, Wanda would definitely help you manage them.

Peter was naturally in tune to science, which meant you hung around the lab with him and Bruce a lot. It became a nice time to get your homework done, as Bruce would definitely help you with that. Sometimes you acted as Bruce’s and Peter’s assistant with their experiments.

Bruce was also a very good listener and your go-to person to vent to about your life’s problems (when Peter wasn’t around).

One of the conditions to be on the team was that you didn’t lapse in schoolwork, so they were very on top of that and your grades. Tony even offered to go to parent-teacher meetings. Any one of them were ready to go to your teachers or principal if anything happened.

Natasha would routinely check in with you to make sure that you weren’t being bullied.

Pepper also became a motherly figure, as she cared very much about you and Peter. She’d offer you a Stark Industries internship.

Movie nights were chaotic, but absolutely the best. It was hard for anyone to agree, so the team had a system where they’d rotate who got to pick the meeting. Sam and Peter were also not allowed to make popcorn after many unfortunate incidents. Most of the time you fell asleep late into the night and one of the Avengers carried you to bed (they’d never admit this, but that also became an argument).

It was during a movie night when Peter realized he liked you romantically. You fell asleep during a movie, your head on his shoulder. Peter swore he never experienced something so precious before. He was adamant to keep your peace, glaring at anyone who dared to talk.

The team found your growing romance to be adorable and often teased the two of you about it. The only people who didn’t tease you were Bruce, Pepper, and Thor (because he didn’t really understand how to effectively tease).

If Flash messed with you, Peter was always on top of it. He’d always protect you.

Steve was also always making sure that you knew right from wrong. He’d give long speeches about how it wasn’t right to smoke, drink, do drugs, etc.

Then Thor gave you Asgardian alcohol once, not realizing how bad that was considering you’re both human and underage. That was a mess. Peter having to hold your hair back when you vomited and multiple Avengers escorting you to bed. Thor got an earful about it.

Clint was one of the ones who better understood you, seeing as he had experience with his own kids. He was always good at mediating and defusing the tension.

Laura also adored you, you were her favorite babysitter for the kids. Whenever they went on date night, they’d drop the kids off at the tower, and you would watch them (Peter would help when he wasn’t on patrol).

Patrolling with Peter was also very fun. More often than not he’d convince you to take a break, then swing you up on top of a roof to watch over the city and the sky.

On multiple occasions, KAREN would rat the two of you out to Tony, but he was never mad. He just wanted to know all about the “date”.

Prom was also very fun. Honestly, the whole team would want to come pick out outfits with you and Peter. They took many, many pictures on the night of. Peter also teared up when he saw you. He thought you were stunning.

Of course, you guys had a curfew, but it was alright. You and Peter had a fantastic night. All he wanted to do was dance and hold you.

You had Happy wrapped around your finger. You could really convince him to drive you anywhere you wanted to go.

You also managed to get an internship at the Sanctum Santorum, learning more about magic under Doctor Strange and Wong’s guidance. The Avengers weren’t particularly thrilled, as they were worried about you being hurt, but understood your want to explore.

You really wanted to see all the areas of being a hero. Clint taught you archery and Natasha taught you how to be a spy. You’d listen to Natasha and Clint’s spy stories for hours. Peter would have to pry you away.

Peter always insisted on having date nights and would go all out, making every date special. He’d do anything to make you happy.

And so would all the Avengers. They loved seeing you smile, it brightened up their whole world and made the team stronger.

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hearts4keene · 3 months

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cobra kai dating head canons

masterlist!!

summary: head canons for dating cobra kai characters!!

pairings: you and cobra kai characters (separate)

warnings: no pronouns specified, probs out of character but yk

a/n: new format!!

Miguel Diaz

- biggest golden retriever bf ever ‼️

- he's not SUPER big on pda

- holding pinkies or hugging is the most he'll do in public

- with the occasional kiss on the lips (its a little more than occasionally)

- he's a very private person 🤷‍♀️

- miguel's super big on slumbies

- he's a girls girl

- kisses your knuckles

- your his passenger princess when he gets a car

- hearing "hermosa" 24/7

Robby Keene

- i think he's a black cat a first, but will start to become a golden retriever

- he's a lot more pda than miguel, but not as bad as hawk

- hand holding, hand on your waist, kissing

- you made out in the cobra kai dojo a few times 😔🙏

- he really js uses your name (maybe a little too much...)

- will teach you how to skateboard ‼️

- he's a neat freak. after juvie, everything in his life has to be put together

- you go on family trips 🤭

- you two watched euphoria sunday's together

- denied being in love with you for the longest time until tory said something about it

Samantha LaRusso

- she LOVES playing with your hair

- movie dates are a constant ‼️

- like robby, she also rarely uses pet names

- is VERY quick to defend you

- she needs reassurance. i can picture you and tory being super close and she just needs you to tell her that nothing is going on between you too.

- she makes you those baskets for every occasion (boo, burr, etc.)

- like a good amount of pda, she'll hold your hand, kiss your cheek but thats about it

- my sweet girl thinks the bare minimum is love 😔

- she definitely sends you encouraging messages everyday

- chick flic queen 🙌

Hawk (Eli) Moskowitz

- PDA ‼️‼️

- hand on your waist (sometimes ur ass 👀) kissing you at all times

- he had a crush on you before he even became hawk

- got a tattoo for you

- he loves buying you stuff, it's his love language

- skips half of his classes just to see you 😭

- if you date long enough, he'll trust you enough to dye his hair

- going with that, you're the only person who has seen the hawk down and not covered in hair spray

- his closet is your closet (hear me out bc he has some cute clothes guys ‼️)

- he uses babe and baby, but thats about it yk?

Demetri Alexopoulos

- like sam, he also needs to be reassured 24/7

- he genuinely thought you were messing with him when you said yes to dating

- you guys have star wars / lord of the rings marathons once a month

- offers to do your homework for you

- if you have a hobby or sport besides karate, he makes it a point to be there for every practice and comp

- not surprisingly, he's like hawk. he'll make out with you anywhere, hold your hand, kiss you on the lips. i mean bro gives no fucks ‼️

- the first person he told when you two started dating was actually sam

- i think demetri is super considerate of your needs. like if you have a bad day, he just lays down and runs his fingers through your hair

- he's probably the best to date out of the whole show

- i think he just uses a nickname for you. he doesn't really like "baby" or "babe" or just any pet name

Tory Nichols

- black cat gf ‼️

- she's super big on communication

- dislikes pet names with a passion

- she also thinks the bare minimum is love (my poor girls ☹️)

- holds your hand and will kiss your cheek

- her brother absolutely loves you

- YOU ALSO WATCHED EUPHORIA SUNDAYS.

- bandaging any wounds she gets during training or in fights

- if you dated while her and sam were fighting 24/7, you've had to deescalate fights before

- kim da-eun and you have mad beef.

Anthony LaRusso

- not so secret secret nerd

- you two were bio partners and he had a crush on you the second you were nice to him

- you play with his hair while he plays video games

- he holds your hand and will MAYBE kiss you

- he needs that reassurance (maybe its a larusso thing)

- you are constantly arguing with daniel over how he treats ant

- you two watch movies 24/7

- always partnering up for everything (karate sparing, bio projects)

- anthony, you, and robby are an ICONIC trio

- you defend him and he defends you ‼️

- youre the only one who knows how much his dad upsets him

- over all just such a sweet boy who's gone through it

#cobra kai #hawk moskowitz #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #miguel diaz #robby keene #samantha larusso #tory nichols #tory nichols x reader #anthony larusso x reader #robby keene x reader #demetri alexopoulos #demetri alexopoulos x reader #samantha larusso x reader #miguel diaz x reader #anthony larusso #hawk moskowitz x reader

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trashmoutth · 3 months

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When I see you again (Fred Weasley x Reader)

PARTS 1. 2. female!reader, Gryffindor!reader Summary: It takes place during the Second Wizarding War, months after Bill and Fleur’s wedding. Reader is on the run after her family has been caught by the Snatchers. Loosely following cannon. Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader (mentioned) Characters: Dean Thomas, Fred Weasley (mentioned),George Weasley (mentioned), Ted Tonks (mentioned), Dirk Cresswell (mentioned) Warnings: war, mentions of death, angst, swearing, english is not my first language so there might be grammatical mistakes, capital letters, etc.

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During the next couple of days there was a strange feeling of excitement in the air. For the first time in a while, you felt like there was something to hope for, like you had a goal. The sudden burst of adrenaline in your veins had you wandering around this old house of yours all day and all night. It was driving Dean crazy, but you didn’t care. He showed you how to replay old PotterWatch recordings, so you had them playing in the background through the day while searching through your grandma’s old books in hopes of finding something helpful.

Dean was being as supportive as he could’ve been, considering he was also aching to get in touch with his parents and sisters, however, he was reluctant to get his hopes up. You didn’t have the same problem. It wasn’t a choice for you.

“I’d tell her that her family is alive and well and desperate for news of her whereabouts. As are quite frankly, all of us here at the PotterWatch”.

When you weren’t replaying the recording, you were replaying those words in your head.

You had to find a way.

There was another resident in the house who didn’t seem to be too keen on contacting the wizarding world. A goblin named Ricbert. He was badly injured and spent most of the time resting. You couldn’t blame him for not wanting to risk exposure, not after Dean has told you everything they had to go through to get to a safe house. They were travelling with Ted Tonks, Dirk Cresswell and another goblin named Gornuk. They crossed miles and miles being actively hunted by the Snatchers and Death Eaters. Gornuk has split himself while apparating in a hurry and got captured. Dirk went after him while urging the others to run away, but Ted Tonks would not leave anyone behind. Unfortunately, that resulted in Dean and Ricbert having to fend for themselves.

Listening to that story made you shiver. But if anything, it made you even more determined to stop running and hiding. It wasn’t even just about seeing your family and friends again. It wasn’t just about Fred either. People were fighting for their lives! You couldn’t stay put! You had to do something!

When you weren’t practicing defensive spells, you spent your time obsessively collecting herbs and brewing healing remedies for Ricbert. It made you feel a bit better, being useful to someone. You were trying out all kinds of recipes you thought might come in handy.

You made a batch of Polyjuice Potion, Cure for boils, Antidote to Common Poisons, Antidote to Uncommon Poisons. You even tried to make Felix Felicis, but the ingredients for it were way too hard to find even in regular circumstances.

You were brewing so much that Dean eventually had to take you by the hand and force you to sit down and take a break.

“If Snape could see me now!”, you said with a tired smile.

Dean chuckled.

“He’d probably put you in detention for working too hard”.

“Ah, yes! Did you know he actually did do that to me once?”

“What, really?”

“Yeah… I wrote an essay in my third year that was accidentally a little too good. He accused me of using a magical quill and put me in detention”, you rolled your eyes.

“Blimey, what a git!”

“Well, I’ll tell you what, I’ve never tried to work too hard on my homework again!”, you laughed.

It was nice talking to Dean, the two of you became fast friends during your stay in the house. You gave each other space through the day, but in the evenings, you would sit down and enjoy each other’s company. Just like you were back in the Gryffindor common room, chatting about muggle films and sports. You found your grandparents’ stash of Firewhiskey and Nettlewine, so you’d light the fireplace and open a bottle. Ricbert also joined you on occasion.

You tried not to talk too much about PotterWatch, even though that was all you wanted to talk about, and tried avoiding mentioning Fred and George’s name completely. At least until you’ve figured out the way to find them. On the first night, you and Dean went through all the options of how to get in touch with someone from your world. Floo powder was out of question. So was sending and owl, obviously. Most importantly, even if you did find a way to send anyone a message, you wouldn’t know where to send it. Apparating to any location was an unnecessary risk, especially now that you seemed to be perfectly safe and sound for the first time in months. Not to mention the fact that you didn’t want to put Ricbert in danger just because, as he so delicately put one evening,

“You heard your boyfriend mention your name on a radio two weeks ago”.

The word “boyfriend” stupidly made your heart flutter. It wasn’t, strictly speaking, true, but you didn’t correct him. Dean didn’t question it either at the time. However, that evening, after a few glasses of Nettlewine, his curiosity got the best of him.

“So…”, he started, “You and Weasley, eh?”

“Huh?”

“You and Fred Weasley? You’re like… an item, right?”

“What makes you say that?”, you feigned surprise.

He raised his eyebrows and smirked at you.

“Oh, please!”

“No! We are just friends”, you tried to protest, but a small smile escaped your lips and betrayed you.

“Sure you are!”, Dean chuckled, “I also fall asleep every night while listening to recordings of my friend’s voices on the radio”.

“Well maybe you should, it’s very calming”, you teased.

“Besides”, you continued, “How do you know it’s not Georgie I’m listening for?”

“Oh”, he laughed, “You’re right, my apologies”.

“Why do you think they call him Tentacula?”.

He snorted and threw a pillow at you.

“Don’t put images in my head!”

“Well, you’re the one who started this conversation!”, you threw the pillow back at him.

He groaned.

“I was just being nosy, I didn’t want the details!”

“Curiosity killed the hippogriff!”

“Also…”, Dean continued, “Ginny mentioned something to me back when we were dating…”

Your heart jumped in your chest.

“About what?”, you asked as calmly as possible.

“You know… about you and Weasley… Fred, I mean”.

“What did she say?”

Dean looked at you sternly as if what he was about to say is very serious indeed, but then his face stretched into a wide grin, and he burst out laughing.

“Nothing! I just wanted to see your reaction!”

You groaned.

“Oi, Thomas, that was really low!”

“Sorry, better work on your poker face Y/LN!”, he teased you.

You rolled your eyes.

“Well, it’s not like it matters anyway. I mean… who knows if I’ll ever see him again”, your voice suddenly turned sad.

Dean’s expression softened.

“You’ll see him”, he said.

You looked at him with teary eyes and gently smiled with gratitude.

“You think so?”, you asked quietly, before you could stop yourself.

“Yes”, he replied, “We’ll find a way. But then you have to do it”.

“Do what?”

“Shoot your shot”, he said and threw a pillow at you again.

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You’ve spent the next couple of days trying to figure out how to bring up your newest plan of sending a message to Fred and George. It seemed like a good plan; the only problem was the fact that you had no idea how to execute it.

“Dean…”, you started one afternoon.

“Yes?”, he asked.

“I’ve figured it out”, you said slowly.

“You have?”, he jumped in excitement.

“Yes… sort of”.

“What does that mean?”

“Well…”, you started, “There might be a way to send someone a message without having to know exactly where they are, I think… but it requires a really powerful witch or wizard to do so”.

“I’m not worried about that part!”, he winked at you.

You laughed bitterly.

“I don’t know, mate. I’ve never been able to do it before… that’s why I didn’t bring it up until now”.

“What is it?”, his voice suddenly got a bit more serious.

You took a deep breath.

“The thing is… you can send someone a message using the Patronus charm”.

“You can?”, he asked in a surprise.

“Yes”, you replied, “I’ve seen it”.

The image of a silver, gleaming lynx with a voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt suddenly entered your mind.

“Well, that’s… good news, right?”, Dean asked.

You sighed.

“Yes… and no”.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… I’ve never been able to produce a corporal Patronus before… and even if I did it, I have no idea how to get it to send someone a message!”, you said, with slight frustration in your voice.

“Oh…”, Dean said.

“Can you produce it?”

He shook his head.

“No… never been able to”.

“Well… that’s why I didn’t say anything until now… but it seems like it might be the only option we have left”.

He looked at you in disbelief.

“What kind of option is that? We’d have to become able to produce a corporal Patronus, and then we’d also have to somehow figure out a way to make it reach someone else for us… it would take us weeks, months, maybe even years!”

“You have somewhere to be?”, you asked sarcastically.

He sighed.

“No…”

“Well, then… unless you can come up with a better plan, I suggest you roll up your sleeves and start practicing the charm!”, you said in a tone of voice that reminded you a bit of Professor McGonagall.

A similar thought has clearly crossed Dean’s mind, because he smirked at you and said,

“Yes, professor!”

You softened your expression and smiled at him.

The following couple of days were spent by your useless attempts to preform the Patronus charm. When you weren’t whispering, mumbling, or screaming:

“Expecto Patronum!”

you were cooped up in your room, reading your grandmas old books, trying to find anything at all about the Patronus charm. It was hopeless.

To be fair, you managed to produce a glowing, silver shield that danced around the room, but there was no sign of fur, tail, claws, hooves, or anything like that. It was driving you mad, which, obviously, wasn’t helpful while trying to focus on your happiest memories.

One evening, as you were lying in your bed and rewinding old recordings of PotterWatch, a shocking realisation suddenly hit you.

Of course you would not be able to create a Patronus, you didn’t have a memory that was strong enough! All your happiest thoughts were somehow tainted by the fact that you were here, locked inside a safe house, completely isolated from the people that you loved the most. But if you could do it… If you could be strong enough to perform the spell…

You didn’t have a happiest memory because all of them were set in the future! And you held the power to make them into reality!

It was a paradoxical thought, but the realisation made your heart fill up with hope, and perhaps, that could be enough to summon a Patronus!

You jumped out of the bed, in a sudden rush of adrenaline, and raised your wand.

You closed your eyes.

What would make you happy? What is the happiest thing you can think of at this very moment?

An image of your parents glimmered in your mind. They were smiling at you while embracing you into a tight hug.

Then another image appeared. Your friends! George Weasley gifting you one of his infectious smiles and congratulating you on a spell well-done! Lee Jordan, shaking your hand and kissing your cheeks.

A small grin appeared on your lips.

It was working!

Then, you saw his face. Fred.

His flaming red locks and glistening eyes. He reached his hands towards you and pulled you in his arms. You knew his scent all too well. He smelled of cinnamon and fireworks. He didn’t say anything to you, and you didn’t say anything to him. You just stood there, embracing. No words were needed.

You felt your heart swell up as happy tears started to fill your eyes. You took a deep breath.

You were almost there!

You raised your wand higher and pictured yourself as exactly the person you wanted to be in this very moment. You were strong enough to summon a Patronus. You were clever enough to reach your friends. You were brave enough to protect Ricbert and Dean. You could do it! You just had to believe in it!

“Excpecto Patronum”, you whispered.

A beam of silver light shot out of your wand. It seemed to be forming into a shape.

Was that a claw? Or maybe antlers?

The beautiful silver light blazing from your wand gave you more confidence, so you repeated, this time more loudly and more clearly,

“Excpecto Patronum!”

This time the light started to form into a shape a lot more distinctively. You watched in an awe as you tried to figure out what animal in reminded you of, still focusing hard on your happy thoughts.

The silver light fell apart once again, but you didn’t get discouraged. You were certain this time you’d do it. You took a deep breath and pictured Fred’s smiling face. His eyes. His voice. His laughter… You’ll see him again! You will! You were so close…

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”, you yelled out.

The light shooting out of your wand was almost blinding this time. You squinted as you watched it prance around the room, forming into a shape of a beautiful, silvery creature. After it made a circle around the room it stopped right in front of you, looking at you with its intelligent, glowing eyes. You gasped in awe and reached for it to touch it. You recognized it instantly.

It was a (your Patronus).

You did it!

The realisation made a surge of euphoric sensation shoot through your body.

You fucking did it!

You started laughing. You wanted to call for Dean, but you were worried the animal would disappear if you did that. So, instead, you just stood there, trying to get your brain to start working again. As soon as it did, another thought has crossed your mind.

What now?

That’s right! Summoning a Patronus was only a part of the problem. As happy as you were to have succeeded, you still didn’t know how to fulfil the other part.

What if I just… ask?

it was a silly thought. And yet…

It couldn’t hurt!

You struggled for a moment to find your voice. Your Patronus was still looking at you. It seemed like it already knew what you were about to do.

“Can you… help me?”, you heard yourself say stupidly.

The Patronus blinked.

“I need to send a message… to Fred Weasley. He’s… my best friend. Perhaps you already know that…?”

The animal didn’t move or react in any way that would make it seem like it understood you. You groaned in frustration.

“Well, it was worth a shot”, you mumbled.

The frustration in your voice made the Patronus start to slowly fade out. It made you panic for a moment, but then you let it go.

If you could summon it once, you can do it again!

However, the Patronus didn’t disappear, you realized a second later. Instead, it turned itself into a tiny, floating ball of light that began slowly approaching you. Just when you thought it was about to stop, it went straight inside your neck and nested itself at the bottom of your throat.

“What the…”, you spoke in a surprise.

And then you froze in shock. You could hear your own voice, just like it was magically enhanced by Sonorous. However, you had a strange feeling that if anyone else was around you, they would only see you open your mouth and silently move it like a fish.

“Did I… do it?”, you asked.

You were still hearing your own voice inside your head. That must be it! It must be working!

“Fred…”, you started, “If you can hear me… if this reaches you somehow… I’m safe. I’m in a safe location. I can’t tell you exactly where it is, it’s heavily protected…”.

You thought for a moment about what you should and shouldn’t say. You didn’t want to compromise anyone’s safety if this message was heard by someone else.

“If you can reach my parents, would you tell them I’m okay?”, you asked.

There were so many things that you dreamt about saying to him if you got the chance, and now… it felt like there was nothing on your mind.

“Oh, I’m with Dean Thomas!”, you remembered suddenly, “He’s safe too… we’re with a goblin named Ricbert… Fred…”.

You took a deep breath.

“If you can… try to find me… please”.

Just when you started thinking about how silly that sounded, the ball of light nested in your throat flew out. It reached the middle of the room and slowly transformed back into its corporal form. The beautiful, shimmering animal stood before you once again, only this time there was a little ball of light flickering in its neck. You realised, in amazement, that that was your voice.

“Find Fred Weasley… please”, you said pleadingly.

The Patronus blinked at you once again, like it perfectly understood the assignment you just gave it, and slowly began to fade out.

For a second or two you did not move. You were still a bit unsure that what you just saw really happened. You wanted to call Dean and tell him all about it, but before you could do that, you felt yourself slowly sinking into bed. You were exhausted.

You didn’t know for sure how long you slept. Was it five hours or five minutes. You only knew that in one moment your eyes were shut and you were sleeping, and in another something in the room has made you groan out in frustration.

Did somebody turn on the light?

“Turn… it… off…”, you mumbled as you tried to cover your closed eyes with a pillow.

But it felt like the light was burning through the pillowcase. You threw the pillow away and sat up straight, like someone had just pinched you.

Your eyes widened in shock. Something was in the room with you. Through the haze of sleepiness, it looked like another glowing ball of light, only this ball was a lot larger than the one you had summoned. It made a few circles around the room before it finally settled and landed at the top of the pillow you just threw away. It was a bird. A magpie. A glowing, silvery magpie! It was spreading its shimmering wings and looking at you like it wanted your undivided attention.

Another Patronus, you realised.

Your mouth had gone dry from suspense. Then, the bird opened its silver beak and spoke in the voice of Fred Weasley,

“Y/N? Is that really you?”

Your heart stopped.

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haileymunson · 2 years

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eddie munson with specific fem!readers

a/n: okay so here’s my take on eddie with specific readers. this is all over the place but i hope you enjoy! send me asks for more specific readers and i’ll make a pt. 2! also NSFW warning because yes ;)

cheerleader!reader

will come to shitty basketball and football games he barely cares about just to see you cheer

will come to your cheer meets and cheer practice to discreetly read his fantasy novels or plan his dnd campaigns but really is distracted by you

loves to see you twirl, prance, and dance in your outfit

jeez when you bend over to grab you pom poms he’s like obviously looking

if he’s at a campaign or meeting he’ll pick you up after games or practice

will get you food afterwards and pig out at his trailer, watching some random movie before he fucks you in his bedroom with nothing but that adorable little skirt on

loves to watch you do your hair in cute ponytails or pigtails just to tug on them while your choking on him or pounding you from behind

likes to tie the ribbons in your hair for you if you let him

no one expects either of you to be together, the cheerleader with great grades and incredibly pretty to be with the town “freak”

luckily neither of you care, especially you

you think his charisma, charm, confidence, ability to make you laugh, and kindness are what you really love about him

definitely in love with his hair

you don’t care for jason, even as he’s your best friend chrissy’s boyfriend

on the other hand your eddie hates jason (as he should)

nerd!reader / shy!reader

at first you didn’t really talk to anyone much, just sitting in the cafeteria, common areas, or in the library doing homework, reading, or eating

you’d caught eddie’s eye one day in senior year, after sitting next to you for weeks and noticing how smart you were

he’d asked you to help him and tutor him so he could finally graduate

you’d both seen each other since freshman year, stealing glances from each other, friendly greetings, and waves but never really having full blown conversations with each other

you agreed to help him graduate since you had many other classes with him

after school and sometimes during lunch you’d both go to the library and study

he noticed how noticed how nervous he could make you

whenever he’d scoot closer to you, your elbows, arms, or thighs touching each other he loved seeing you get flustered, a blush forming on your cheeks

if you were saying something you’d start stuttering lol

“stop looking at me like that,” you say as you avoid his gaze

“like what?” this mf knows what he’s doing

after studying will invite you to his meetings or to his trailer

will try his best to be the most theatrical and funny person, but won’t try to draw any unwanted attention towards you since you get very nervous and anxious when you’re the center of attention

despite his hatred for romance and comedies, and would rather watch scary, action, sci-fi, or fantasy, he’d let you watch them with him after a long study session

will bring you snacks at his trailer if he notices it’s been a while since you’ve eaten

loves to see you read comics or talk about nerdy things

will binge watch the Star Wars movies with you 1000%

if you already know how to play dnd his heart would literally burst because he knows he found his soulmate

if you want to learn he’s more than excited to teach you because he’d love to have you play with him and his friends

and more importantly, see you in his hellfire shirt would literally make him combust

no thoughts just my pretty friend wearing my shirt no big deal

it takes a lot for him to finally ask you out, but once he knows you feel the same way about him, he’s ecstatic to finally be yours

the glasses stay on during sex thank you very much

no matter how long you’ve been together it’s so easy for him to make you flustered or nervous, in a good way though

bookstore, library, diner, cafe, and park dates

loves to see you branch out of your comfort zone and talk to people, but will be right behind you if your social battery is low or you’re ready to leave ASAP

loves seeing you wear fandom or pop culture t shirts if your favorite movies and shows

goth!reader / alternative!reader

first off i’d like to say this man you be head over heels for you

with you being the only “odd” people in hawkins, he really loves your similarities in style and overalls personality

will let you paint his nails black

although you’re more goth/alternative and he’s more heavy rock/metal, your dynamic is superior

would love to take you to music stores to get vinyl and tapes

will 100000% make mixtapes with you and you both share songs you think y’all would like

you both have absolutely gorgeous vinyl and cassette tape collections and setups

your rooms are pretty similar, but yours is more black

would definitely take you to concerts and music festivals

would nearly faint on stage EVERY TIME he sees you in the crowd of his concerts

loves your makeup and likes to watch you do your makeup

wants you to our eyeliner on him for concerts

sharing band tees

loves to go to alternative stores to get accessories and clothes together

if you like leather prepare for bondage >:)

likes when you choke him with your long black nails

i feel like this eddie is a switch, and loves when you dom him

hyperfem!reader / girly!reader

i feel like this reader could also be a cheerleader if you want, but i lowkey wanted to make a separate one for the non-cheer but feminine girlies

your room is either bright pink or various pastels

loves how cute and girly you are

cafe, mall, movies, diner, boutique, picnic, and park dates

also the dynamic is goals because the girly girl with a metal head is >>>>

literally loves watching you do your makeup and your hair

will let you paint his pinky nail or all his nails, but only if you have dark colors

if you only have bright pastels, pink on his lil pinkies

likes to get you cute little stuffed animals with his cologne sprayed on them

lives for your pink panties or white paints with a little bow on them

you showed him you panties with his name embroidered on them and you literally saw stars that night because of it

spoiled mf rotten

might steal for you lol

loves getting you jewelry

candlelit bubble baths and oil massage date nights

lowkey enemies with your tiny purse dog

wants to go to your nail and hair appointments

is more of a dom with this reader

pls if you have a dom or daddy kink he will be a huge tease but literally encourage the fuck out of it

tomboy!reader / masc!reader

*NOT MALE READER

loves seeing you wear his clothes

honestly the both of you dress the same, you’re just not into the metal clothing

you’re more into oversized and baggy clothing

leather, black, and chains though too

lowkey can be a switch more than a dom or sub, but can be anyone you prefer

will do your skincare and hair care routine with him (after begging him to stop using regular soap for his face a 3-in-1 for his hair)

i feel like this reader could be into skating, even more if she’s a mayfield!reader and lives in the same trailer park with eddie. if you’re into skating he loves watching you and you teach him how to skate with you

would teach you how to play his guitar

cute dates at the mall, concerts, diners, fairs, and the movies

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson headcanons

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bowandcurtsey · 1 year

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(Edit request and thanks for the advice. I'm asking William X F!reader AU whose son is a without magical child and reincarnated controller devil like Nayuta) (y/n is pregnant with his youngest son for the first time and he He was well cared for because he was a weak child and had withou magic from birth s/n At the age of 3-4 he unconsciously displayed demonic powers with his eyes changing. The next story can be anything as long as Aine is the author) ( hope you can read what I translated 🙇‍♀️

{1700 event}

AU: Chainsaw man-ish, black clover-ish AU (it didn't really specify for which au, so i'm doing a hybrid)

Hi lovely bby, so I've finally come to this request after a long time, I'm really sorry and thank you for waiting.

I actually don't watch chainsaw man, so I've done a little bit of homework here and did a little bit of summary for the rest of the readers as well.

The control devil is able to "control" other beings; altering their memories, using their senses

A devil can also make contract with humans, they have supernatural strength, and keen senses.

So yeah, the control devil is super dangerous and op. x.x Sounds like someone super troublesome...

I'll be doing a continuation to the above story, with a mix of some drabble and hcs

Characters: William Vangeance x f! reader, son: s/n tw: pregnancy

"William," the both of you stared at s/n, "did you see that?"

"yes, honey." he said calmly and quietly.

Then it happened again, right before your eyes, s/n's eyes flashed a hue of black while he stared at your border collie, sushi.

There was a glint in the dog's eyes and he proceeded to bring s/n his favourite fireman truck, like a puppet being controlled.

Awhile later, Sushi shook his entire being, as if snapping out of his trance and went running away.

"I'm calling Julius and Marx."

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After Julius and Marx examined him, they broke the news to you and william that s/n was a reincarnation of the control devil, Makima. It probably happened because while you were pregnant with s/n, you were possessed by Makima during the Devils war.

"what should we do now," you sobbed, "this is all my fault."

William caught you just as you were slipping onto the ground, "honey, you're pregnant, please... don't blame yourself like that."

"I am to blame for not being able to protect my wife and son." he consoled you, stroking your hair.

"if he can control her powers and you guys can teach her from right and wrong, then being a devil might not be a bad thing." Julius consoled the both of you.

"A devil cannot remember their memory of their previous life, and s/n does not remember any thing about Devil Makima. It's just that I was able to get access to his past life memories with my powers," Marx explained.

"The devil Makima wanted a real relationship with people she loved and cared about," William recalled, "she just didn’t know how, since she was used to controlling people to do whatever she wanted”

While you were possessed by the devil back then, William did a lot of research and studying about the control devil. Just like Liebe, not all devils are bad and they can coexist with humans.

“I’ll do whatever it takes…” you held s/n in your arms, caressing his cute and innocent face.

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You were due soon. Your second child was about to pop anytime. You were getting restless, your body was tired and you wanted this baby to come out asap.

No matter how exhausting your day was, you would always bring s/n out for walks during the evenings. He loved the nature, just like his father.

And today, he wanted to go out of the noble realm. It wasn’t a problem usually, but you were heavily pregnant and William was not around, so you were a little hesitant..

“But mommy,” s/n tugged at your hand, “it’s been so long we went to visit Uncle Yami!”

At the thought of being with the black bulls, it made you feel better, if you couldn’t handle anything, the bulls could help you.

“Alright, let’s go get changed sweetie!”

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“Mommy!” S/n pointed at a nearby village when you were midst air en route to the black bull’s base, “i want cotton candy!”

One of the common realm was having a carnival and the bright colours of the cotton candy attracted your son.

You were slightly thirsty, so you decided to take a little break.

Just like any little kid would, s/n was fascinated by all the stores and fuss of the carnival. You looked at your son’s happy face, you felt that everything was worth the while.

*BANG*

A loud noise came from the other end, and shouting was heard. You instinctively pulled your son close.

People were running and flying away, and the carnival was in chaos. The animals in the carnival had gone wild and were in a rampage, attacking anyone they saw.

Someone bumped into you hard, and you felt something in your belly constrict. You were holding onto your belly in pain and grasping onto s/n, in case he went missing in the chaos.

A feral rhinoceros came charging at the both of you, the pain in your belly made you feel so weak, you could barely pull up a barrier around you, so you could only muster up any strength you had to shield s/n from the danger.

The Rhino came to an abrupt stop right before you. It was so close, you could even hear its breathing. You looked up to see the Rhino's face right in front of you, but it's eyes were pitch black, as if possessed.

You looked at s/n, his eyes were glowing while staring at the Rhino. He was controlling the Rhino!

"Hey baby, tell Mr Rhino to calm down and go home, please?" you quietly whispered to s/n.

"ok mama." he answered, and in a few seconds, the Rhino calmed down and turned around. His eyes slowly turned back to his original colour as he looked at you, smiling and clapping to himself, as if he was proud of what he did.

"Good job baby," you hugged him, "mama's so proud of you. Let's call daddy right now ok? Mama's a little unwell."

You looked at your 3 year old, deep down, you were a little scared of his devil powers, but at the same time, proud of him. You told yourself you would do anything in your power so that he would be a good devil, just like Liebe.

#william vangeance fluff #william vangeance hcs #william vangeance x reader #william black clover #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover fanfiction #black clover scenarios #black clover imagines #aine's 1700 event

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nightshadelinnette · 19 days

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OnS progenitors as your school teachers:

My opinion cause I have the right to opinion

(If that makes sense😂)

Anyway I'm writin' this for funsies so enjoy~ 👻

13/7 Crowley Eusford

P.E teacher and guidance counsellor

♤ He knows that most students find his class their favorite cause they don't have to study to get good grades, he'd make up for it by draining every ounce of their energy in the playground.

♤ He's not strict so you don't have to worry if you forgot to bring your P.E uniform only if you come up with an excuse that impresses him or else-

♤ He's rarely seen without a smile and if he stops smiling because his basketball team is losing because of your incompetence RUN

♤ He only became a counselor because he finds humans' worries interesting. You'd find him chilling in his office when you come to him for guidance, he'd just listen to your problems and give you some free candy💀

2 URD GEALES

Foreign Language/Literature/English teacher

♤ He's the calmest teacher in the school but sure will blast you if you don't do your homework or fail to create a masterpiece of a poem.

♤ He's VERY serious and his stare can make even the principal panic. A whole class of notorious brats would fall dead silent as soon as he enters.

♤ He has a handful of fangirls who are all head over heels for him. He'd give his e-mail to the class to submit their assignments but will end up getting love letters instead, he'd correct the grammar and spelling of the letters and return it back💀

♤ You can easily find his place in the staff room because it'd be surrounded on all 4 sides by literature books.

7 FERID BATHORY

History Teacher

♤ If he spots you sleeping during his history class he'd ask If you are unwell, if you say yes he'll allow you to sleep in class if you say No and that you're just sleepy then he'll make you unwell and then let you sleep💀💀

♤ He's really talkative and would go full-on DRAMATIC story-teller mode as soon as his class starts. When he gets bored teaching, he'll make the students role-play as ancient kings, he also likes to play match-maker and decides the queens for the kings too🗿.

♤ He likes to show war and plague videos in class especially the ones with more gore because he finds your terrified and disturbed face amusing.

♤ If you don't remember historical dates or fail in his tests, he'd just nicely pat you on the head and lovingly threaten to crucify you to a post and burn you like they did to the witches of the 16th century.

2 RIGR STAFFORD

Science teacher

♤ Always seen in his lab-coat, he's always inside the laboratory with his lab assistant Ky luc and rumour has it that he's making a bio-weapon or a zombie virus inside.

♤ He's polite and very good at explaining and almost nobody fails in science only because everyone is scared if he'd try his experiments on those who fail💀

♤ He's very mysterious and is rarely seen in school events or celebrations. He likes joking around especially in biology classes. (He once said nobody will die of blood loss because he is everyone's type🗿)

♤ Some students have to do spy work to find out what the hell he's up to and they say he's sometimes seen at the diner with the English teacher.

(Yoho that's all👾✌️ and about Krul and Lest, I don't think they'll even be able to reach the blackboard, let alone teaching💀)

#seraph of the end #owari no seraph #OnS #ferid bathory #krul tepes #ky luc #lest karr #rigr stafford #crowley eusford #urd geales

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judgementdaysunshine · 1 year

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Hi again!! May I please request a cute and romantic fic of Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto and fem!Jewish!mutant!Reader (powers of healing through food) being soulmates since childhood and they meet later in life when Reader is running a kosher bakery and eventually get married?

More Jewish reader! I love doing these 🥺

Ahavah

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr x Fem reader

Description: You reunite with your childhood friend erik while running a kosher bakery finding out that he was your soulmate

Your heart grows warm and big when you see your childhood friend Erik hugging him tightly while laughing in joy as he smiles laughing as well. You and erik met as children during the war and got separated until years later you reunited with each other through your mutual friend Charles Xavier after you joined his team as a medic and became a nurse when he started his school for gifted students meanwhile you and erik being attached to the hip just as much as you were as kids. You and him slowly fell in love as the two of you helped charles teach the students to control and use their powers for good even taking students under your wing teaching them lessons of their powers, the world, and life while cooking meals for everyone in the school and helping them with their homework as well making erik fall more in love watching you interact with the kids. The two of you spend time together after reuniting from cooking, reading, and going to the park to swim, watching movies, and dancing together in one of your rooms, the balcony, patio, and kitchen late at night whenever neither of you can sleep dancing around the room while everyone else slept until you can feel your eyes droop going to bed with your head tucked to his chest and your arms wrapped around his waist.The two of you had been dating for 7 years when he decided to propose telling and having everyone help him with proposing to you even to helping him pick out the ring a couple of weeks before the actual proposal including all the students who were very happy that two people they looked up to even some seeing the two of you as their parents and loved so much were going to spend the rest of their lives together. The two of you had a day off on a beautiful sunny day having breakfast together,going to the park,him giving you flowers, the two of you making lunch and having lunch together along with the students, and slowly dancing outside in the garden while everyone else watches quietly getting things ready for the proposal in awe of how two people could be so in love with each other but finish up just as the two of you start walking back to go inside having your eyes closed on erik's request before you open the door. You open your eyes to see everyone smiling and cheering turning around to see erik on one knee with a ring in his hand immediately saying yes and getting married on the biggest balcony of the school with all your friends, students, and family there to see two people who loved each other tie their lives together forever.

#xmen x reader #erik lehnsherr x reader #xmen #erik lehnsherr

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apollosgiftofprophecy · 3 months

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6, 7, 10

WOW THAT WAS FAST

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

whew getting right to it, huh?

hmm...i guess there's always a sense of imposter syndrome, you know? like i've had people tell me "you're such a great writer!" and "i can totally see you publishing one day!", from family, friends, and teachers. i was even voted "most likely to write a book" for my sophomore year yearbook.

and yet. there is always that lingering sense of what if i'm not that good? What if nobody likes it?

believe me - i know the saying "write what makes YOU happy" and i stand by that! but there is also going to be that itty-bitty feeling of hurt if somebody doesn't like it (and tells you it. which is very rude btw don't do that.)

I guess it stems down to the fact that while I like writing for myself, I also like that positive encouragement from the readers.

which does happen a lot XD i'm flooded with comments the next morning after i post a fic and i rarely - if ever - see a rude/criticizing one. Screams? Oh yes. I savor those screams. But I haven't read a criticizing one on any of my ToA fics (BT? A fair few. Lolling usually got there first though and deescalated the situation much quicker than I would have.)

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

MAKING MY READERS SUFFER!

...jk. but also not haha <3

I really like piecing together all these myths and getting a coherent plotline out from them. Also, absolutely love writing Apollo he's the best <3

also, the enjoyment of the readers are always great too. there's bonding to be done in the comment sections of fics, and i love to ramble about the fic process XD

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

absolutely.

there's been many things that have occupied brain-space. But Trials of Apollo has taken the cake.

I tried to write fanfiction for PJO in middle school. dropped it after a couple fics. deleted them too because i was very cringed out by them XD

attempted a PJO/HP crossover. trashed that too.

tried just HP. nothing ever came of it.

Warrior cats i made a cracky Time-Travel AU but also Lolling and I smacked out heads together and made Burning Thistles (still in progress btw - 170 chapters in) but it didn't exactly...haunt me, ya know? I love BT, and I really should get to the next chap soon, but it wasn't quite haunting me.

Star Wars infected me during Quarantine and I pumped out like. 30 fics in Whumptober plus a few others, but then steam kinda died out.

Until...ToA.

It haunts me. No other series has done this. It occupied my thoughts. My actions. My homework. My music. Everything I see, do, or think has some thread of ToA in it.

As for my own writing...heh. anything Copollo. they have permanent headspace and i have no intent of giving them the boot anytime soon.

Also...my Hunger Games AU is very very juicy. i can't wait until it's all done so i can finally share it! about 10 chapters left <3

and well. ^ i think it's pretty obvious what I think haunting means lol

it never leaves your thoughts

#the oracle speaks #ask game #anon ask

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Homework Help - Steve Rogers X Female Reader

Title: Homework Help

Steve Rogers X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Tony

WC: 1,338

Warnings: Homework, mentions of WWII, embarrassment, and fluff

You toss your pencil down on your history textbook, running your hands down your tired face as you stare at your computer screen. Your eyes water from the amount of screentime you've had to do today and it's only 3:00 PM. You didn't want to stop now. Your paper was due tomorrow morning and if your grade drops any lower on this project then you don't know if you'd pass or not. You thought college would be easy, but now, they liked to throw homework at you too.

Sighing, you drop your hands, staring down at the textbook before looking back at your Word Document. You had to write how lives drastically changed during the Second World War. It was supposed to be five pages long, but after three hours of research, you were nowhere near finishing it all. Looking out the window in front of you, you watched as the birds flew past and you wondered where the hell they were going. You were normally really good at some parts of history. This should have been a walk in the park for you. Instead, it felt like you were trying to climb Mount Everest.

The mandatory textbook didn't help either. It was nice that it had pictures, but the words didn't seem to make sense. It was confusing most of the time you read it, and you thought maybe there was something wrong with your brain because you couldn't understand what was written in those books. Maybe you just weren't cut out for this kind of stuff.

"I'm never gonna get this done," You groan, sitting up a bit. "I don't understand," You mumble to yourself, looking up at the ceiling. "What to do... What to do..."

And, that's when you had an idea.

Eye wide and mouth open in shock, you jumped out of your seat, "Of course! Why didn't I think of it before!?" You cheer, a huge smile on your face as you run out of your room and towards the tower's elevator.

How could you forget that you lived and worked with World War Two's hero? Freaking Steve Rogers! He lived through the war and fought in it. He could help you write it. He'd always been so nice to you ever since he met you; you knew he'd be able to help you. The only small (big) problem is that you had a huge crush on the guy. You couldn't help it. He was tall, strong, and handsome. His dirty blonde hair and sea-blue eyes didn't help either. God, even his voice was hot. When he spoke, you wanted to melt into a puddle of goo and start to drool over him.

Steve Rogers was the definition of a good guy. He helped save New York and the world hundreds of times. He would help old ladies cross the street, and hold doors open for others, he was an all-around very polite guy. It was no wonder why all the women loved him. And, well, you did too.

"Hopefully he says yes..." You mutter to yourself, leaning against the wall of the elevator, letting the door close behind you. The elevator pings and opens on the tenth floor.

Practically skipping down the hall, you slid on your fuzzy socks towards Steve's bedroom door, quickly knocking. You hear footsteps coming closer and you bite your lip, holding your breath. Steve opens the door, looking at you with a slight smile.

"Hey, Y/N." He smiles.

"Hi, Steve. I have a question for you." You remark, rocking back and forward on the heels of your feet, hands clasped behind you as you stare up at the Captain.

He looks surprised, "Well, come on in."

You follow his lead, walking inside. Steve shut the door behind you before turning to you, crossing his arms, "So what's your question?" He asks you.

"Umm.." You mumble, biting your lip, "Can you help me with my history paper?"

Steve frowns curiously, "What's it about?"

"World War Two." You answer quickly, "It's due in the morning and I haven't even started writing it yet."

He sits down on his bed, the mattress squeaking slightly beneath him, "Why are you doing it so late?"

You sit behind him, your mind immediately noticing the smell of his cologne; sandalwood and musk. It's such a nice scent. "I was procrastinating." You said simply.

Steve chuckles, "That's a good excuse." He teases. "So you need my help because I lived through it and probably know all the answers, right?"

You nod slowly, cheeks red, "Yeah, pretty much."

He smirks, "Well, what's the topic of the paper?"

"Umm... How did people's lives change during the war?" You say, fidgeting in your spot slightly.

Steve pursed his lips and looked forward, eyes narrowing while he thought.

"Well..." He began, "During the war, America was one of the biggest allies of England, and Germany was allied with Russia. Both countries tried to beat each other. During that time, Hitler was trying to take over Europe, and Japan was trying to take over Asia. People lost their homes, family members, friends, and everything they owned. They had to relocate to different places, and many people died in the process."

"Okay, that makes sense. Thank you, Steve." You tell him, standing up from behind him.

"No problem." He grins.

You smiled back at him, "No really! You've saved my grade!" You exclaim excitedly.

"You're welcome, Y/N." He laughs. "Now, do you need anything else?"

"Ummm.." You trail off, rubbing the back of your neck. "Could I... If you want... Interview you for another assignment I have next week? I have to write a paper on someone we admire." You ask sheepishly.

Steve looks at you curiously, face reddening, "Admire? Me?" He asks.

You nod, "Yes, you."

He blinks, his eyes widening, "Are you serious?"

You nod again, "Very."

He chuckles, looking down at you fondly, "I'm someone worthy enough of your admiration. Wow."

You blush, feeling your heart skip a few beats. "I mean..." You stutter out, "You saved the world. You're amazing!"

Steve's smile widens, "I can't argue with that."

"Y/N, please stop complimenting Capcicle. We don't want him to get a big head." Tony's voice spoke over some speakers somewhere, making both of you jump.

Steve sighs, "He really needs to stop doing that."

"Does that mean he heard everything?" You asked softly towards Steve.

Steve opened his mouth to speak of Tony beating him to it. "Yep. I hear and see all." He spoke, matter-a-factly.

"Weirdo." You muttered before turning back to Steve.

"Thank you, Steve. For the help. This will definitely bump my grade up." You told him.

He smiled, "Anytime."

"Yo, Cap. Ask her out!" Tony's voice boomed again, startling the two of you again.

Steve groaned, cheeks red, "God, Tony. Can you not?"

Tony huffed, "Fine, fine. I'll leave you two alone." He spoke, before it went quiet once more.

You looked up at Steve, eyes wide as he scratched the back of his neck, eyes downcast to the floor. You waited until he looked up, meeting his gaze.

"You okay?" You asked, voice soft.

He nodded, smiling softly. "Yeah, I'm good. Uh, Y/N?"

You smiled back, "Yes?"

His smile widened, "Would you like to go get something to eat?" He asked, his cheeks colored light pink.

You giggle a little shyly, "Sure, sounds good." You say, nodding.

Steve smiles happily, "Cool, good... Great! Good. Good. Uh, cool. How about we go after your paper?" He asked, stumbling a bit over his words.

You smiled up at the Super Soldier, how adorable he was acting. "Sounds great." You agree, kissing him on the cheek.

He blushes, grinning at you cutely, "Okay, let's go." He tells you, taking your hand in his own and leading you out of his room and down the hall.

You glance down at your hand in his, internally squealing with joy. You liked holding hands with him. You hoped he would hold it more.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #marvel mcu #marvel #mcu #fanfic #x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #college reader #fluff #cute #the avengers #captain america #steven grant rogers

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shipcestuous · 7 months

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Sin(s) by F. Sionil Jose (submission)

(Hello again! I’m glad that you–and hopefully some others–appreciated my post on the other blog about the Rosales saga. This time, I’ll talk about the other book I mentioned.)

Sin (first published in 1973, then reissued as Sins in 1996) is about the life of Don Carlos Cobello, a rich landowner and businessman of Spanish-Filipino (but more Spanish) descent. He’s already dying when the book starts; the events are his recollections. Before I proceed, let me warn you all that he’s a self-important jerk. He expresses regret several times in the narrative, but in the end he’s still -ist and -phobic. Anyway…

Growing up, Carlos was close to his sister Corito, who was four years older. When he felt afraid (ex. during thunderstorms) or alone, he’d jump into her bed and she’d hug him.

I felt so safe with her, reveling as I did in her warmth and that delicious fragrance she exuded.

It was during one such incident when Carlos was a teenager that they started having sex. I won’t mention how old he was (too young by American standards, but legal under Philippine law until recently) but based on the narrative, they were both into it. Carlos then discovers that he’s quite the massive horndog and spends World War II chasing skirt, from the new housemaid to some prostitutes at his father’s brothel.

After the war, Corito marries a man that Carlos believes (correctly) to be gay. While the husband’s passed out on their wedding night, the siblings have sex, which results in a baby girl named Angela. Unfortunately, she’s very frail, Corito almost dies giving birth to her, and even Carlos shows signs of disease a few years later. Remember the prostitutes I mentioned? One of them got syphilis from a customer and passed it to Carlos, who in turn passed it to Corito and Angela. So I guess the author gets partial credit for mentioning a real disease instead of letting the audience assume that incest=mutant babies 100% of the time…?

Fast forward to May 1963. Corito’s marriage to her husband has already been annulled, so she, her daughter, and Carlos basically act like a family now. Though he’s gotten annoyed at her jealousy and constant hunger for sex (not that he’s innocent in that department, lol), they try not to quarrel in front of Angela, whom they both dote on. While they’re having breakfast, they’re told that a young man, “about seventeen or eighteen years old,” wants to see Carlos. Remember the housemaid I mentioned in the last paragraph? She’s the mother of this young man, Delfin, who stays just long enough to confirm that yes, he is Carlos’ son. Then he leaves. Carlos, overwhelmed that he has a handsome, grown-up son, runs after him and demands to know about his life.

Delfin’s a bright kid (high school valedictorian, full scholarship at state university) who dreams of becoming a lawyer so he can defend the poor. Obviously, this puts him at odds with Carlos, but right now that isn’t the old guy’s concern. He offers to let Delfin stay with them. Angela pops up and asks,

“Why does he not want to stay with us? Then you don’t have to help me with my homework. I can ask him to do that.”

Delfin chooses not to stay with them, and also refuses much of his father’s efforts at charity (tailored suits, money, et cetera). He feels out of place with the family and their rich circles. But he does bond with Angela, helping her with homework as promised. Even Corito’s impressed by Delfin. She finds him attractive, much to Carlos’ dismay:

“Now, Corito, whatever is in your mind, just keep it there. He is my son, your nephew–don’t you forget that!”

“Your son, my nephew–and you, Carling–you are my brother!”

I mean…she’s not lying.

After graduating from university, Delfin goes to law school and starts working for an activist lawyer that Carlos passionately hates. He gets the latest news about Delfin from Angela, who brings food to his boardinghouse every week. She calls him “a very good teacher” and “fun to be with.” She clearly admires him and he’s friendly to her–she’s the only person he can confidently speak Spanish to, for one–but he doesn’t fully return her affections yet because she’s much younger and he has a girlfriend back home. Unfortunately for Delfin, his girl gives up waiting for him after eight years and marries the son of their provincial governor. Delfin wins a scholarship to Yale Law School but doesn’t take it, instead staying in the Philippines so he can defend ordinary people in court. One day, the law office he works for sues Carlos’ hacienda on behalf of 54 families (including some of Delfin’s relatives) that were going to be displaced by mechanization. The case goes all the way up to the Supreme Court. Thanks to Carlos’ efforts, the hacienda wins, much to Delfin’s sadness and disappointment. He distances himself much more from his father. Delfin even fails to show up at Angela’s graduation party, which reduces her to tears in the car on the way home.

“I love Delfin, Mama.”

“You are cousins, Angie dearest.”

“I couldn’t help myself, Mama. It just happened.”

“What does Delfin say?”

“He knows! He knows! He said I must stop my juvenile infatuation. I am too young–and like you said, he also repeated it, we are cousins. But I know he loves me, too. Once, he kissed me…but now I am not sure. He didn’t come and I wanted so much to introduce him to my friends. They know about my feelings.”

Carlos tries to comfort her (“It is me that Delfin did not want to see, not you”) but it doesn’t work. He and Corito plot to send her abroad so that she can study, find an eligible Spanish guy, and hopefully forget about Delfin. Again…it doesn’t work. While Carlos is recovering from a freak accident in his bathroom, he gets news that Angela’s disappeared. She shows up and tells him that she’s living with Delfin now:

“He loves me, Tito. The day before Mama and I left, I seduced him. I am pregnant and very happy.”

Of course, Carlos summons Delfin. They argue a little before the subject turns to Angela.

“Angela told you that she had seduced me. That is not true at all, sir. Since she was young, I had watched her, seen her grow, so sensitive, so frail. I thought I would protect her. With all that beauty, I did not want her to be like my mother–bearing an illegitimate child. But now…”

“Marry her. Neither Corito nor I will stand in the way. But in heaven’s name, don’t let her suffer. Let her live with some comfort, at least. I looked at her hands–they were bruised…”

“I told her not to wash my clothes…”

“But she did it just the same. Yes, a woman in love is capable of abnegation. But she is pregnant now and needs all the care in the world, sickly as she is.”

Alas, it is not to be. At the end of the book, Angela comes crying to Carlos, telling him that she’s caught Corito and Delfin “in a sexual embrace” and that Corito’s told her that she and Delfin are brother and sister, which means they can’t get married after all. We don’t know what happens to her and the baby after that.

I expected the sad ending. The novel’s supposed to illustrate that the country’s upper classes are horrible people who care only about wealth and power. As with most mainstream fiction, the incestuous tendencies are supposed to emphasize their evilness. And yet…wtf? That thing with Corito and Delfin shocked me. I agree with the other reviewer on Goodreads who was shocked because (s)he thought they genuinely adored Angela. The poor girl deserved a lot better.

So…to sum up! Carlos and Corito are not moral paragons at all, but at least it wasn’t familial abuse or neglect that drove them into each other’s arms. Angela and Delfin’s dynamic reminded me of Luis and Trining from My Brother, My Executioner, only Delfin didn’t succumb to the temptations of landlord life the way Luis did. It’s a general dynamic I find cute, age difference aside. But that ending. Jesus Christ. People elsewhere on the Internet have said that Sin is not the most popular of F. Sionil Jose’s novels, and I think I understand why.

Once again, thank you for anyone who’s made it this far!

(The quoted lines are from the book. All rights go to the author.)

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Three for the price of one, wow. The author really embraced the incest with this one.

Thank you so much for the detailed summary of these relationships. What a book! So much sadness but a lot of good stuff too. Poor Angela, though.

#submission #asks #habsburg-empress #first post #new canon #commentary #noiv #nr #r: brosis #carlos and corito #angela and delfin #sin #canon #r: an #corito and delfin

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micahulrichdraws · 2 years

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you collect warhammer too? AOS is superior

i just collected but don't play WHFB or AOS, and i'm hijacking this ask for a hot take, but I'm going there because this is a good art business allegory if you're as batshit as i am: in this essay i'm going to talk about how AOS is strictly a worse version of the WHFB setting as an art business and fantasy setting. AOS is a great example of why 'unique' doesn't necessarily mean 'good' - the idea of planes/realms/etc with some of the most forgettable characters somehow spun into a pseudo Heroes of Might and Magic-esque batshit setting. in order to get there though, we scrapped basically all of the unique and interesting parts of the Warhammer universe from an RP perspective.

the empire had a ton of awesome, unique, and straight up gorgeous art opportunities that the teams in the past squandered, and GW failed to make a relatable human faction (in marketing for any fantasy game IP most users will default to the most relatable, boring human possible) which lead to issues with the entire brand. instead of leaning into witch hunters, warrior priests, and completely forgetting about the other human faction of brettonia, they focused on producing a ton of monoposed forgettable foot soliders and created a barrier of entry that was insanely high. they failed to update their art line of some of their most iconic and unique ideas, like the Skaven/Greenskinz/Tomb Kings, and they sabotaged their own product and then replaced it with AOS.

AOS has the clunkiest design for story, lore, and entry point for anyone who wants to get into the expanded universe of the setting. the main 'human' faction, and faction that GW has their local shop employees and team market the most, are the Stormcast, which are a combination of their 40k space nazis mixed with roman armor. the stormcast are boring, unless you read a handful of books, which most people won't, and figure out what was retconned and what wasn't. From an art direction standpoint, they're boring: every model is identical, it's hard to tell two of them apart, and they all have the same structure, down to their description. during rebranding, GW scrapped a ton of the fun elements of the old factions (greenskins being ridiculous vs kruleboyz being just... generic mean mordor orcs) and benched a bunch of their past artistic successes (chaos dwarfs and skaven are two factions even people who aren't into the setting know, but either haven't had major model releases for decades or straight up were ignored). it makes it hard to expand the brand beyond being just a tabletop game, and why interest in any expanded stuff like video games or rpg systems doesn’t exist. The most popular games to come out of GW currently are all WHFB stuff, total war and vermintide. there's equal interest in a currently supported product as one that was retired, and a lot of the interest in the current product is updated models for the old product.

so here's my point in regards to why two nerdy ass miniature lines were a great masterclass in how to and how not to run an art business to me: If you are doing something that is different and it is working, keep messing with it and find what works and change what doesn't. Think about how people will view your art, and how they will be introduced to your portfolio - if it's a super high barrier of entry, a lot of people won't be able to access it, and if it's super low, people will forget about it and move on. Find a middle ground of accessibility while being true to your art - if your stuff is too abstract and you never share it, it'll be hard for folks to find and appreciate it. If you just create life drawings that could be confused for a homework assignment, most folks will think it's just academic and move on. Scrap the stuff that doesn't work, and double down on the stuff that does. Yes, some of your ventures will not be profitable, but you'll at least learn, and maybe even grow interest in the art you are making, which will lead others to help innovate it on their own and in turn help you innovate yourself. Other studios picked up the older Warhammer art and story, put their spin on it, and renewed interest in the main artistic brand, years after it had been retired. Other artists picked up on my designs, in the form of tattoos and clothing partnerships, put their own spins on them, and that introduced folks to what I do. Finally, be respectful of your audience. The team at GW chose to nuke their old setting in a way that offended a lot of their long time fans, in favor of what they hoped would be a more profitable business option, instead of listening to what the fans had been asking for in regards to expanding the setting. Your audience and your fans are what let you be an artist, without them you ain't anyone to share your art with. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

PS: im a mordheim kinda dude

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yourslytherinprincess · 2 years

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:I’ll Protect You: - Draco Malfoy x F!Reader

A/N: Another angst-fest. I am sorry. Could probably do a shorter second part after the war is over.(T/W mentions of torture)

Summery: The downside of being the person Draco Malfoy is in love with during his Death Eater year.

Prompts: Non specifically but this was a requested story.

Word Count: 2352

The halls of Hogwarts had been feeling a lot colder than normal, especially since it was the first year that you had had to walk down the long corridors mostly alone. It was now you seventh year of school, and everything should have been perfect. Not only was it going to be your final year at Hogwarts, you were also picked for Head Girl over all the other seventh years, and Professor Snape, who was your Head of House for last six years, was the new replacement Headmaster, which meant that the Gryffindor’s would no longer be getting special treatment. Yes, it should have been a perfect year, especially for those of you in Slytherin, but for you specifically there was one thing, or should you say, person, missing.

You had met Draco Malfoy, the young, spoiled, blonde boy, in the Slytherin common room your first night at Hogwarts, you didn't exactly click right away, but by the time of the Yule Ball fourth year, you had become much more. You had started dating right after and had been together happily ever since. Until last year when he had become unpredictably different. He had never really been necessarily unkind to you but had become incredibly distant, at least until you couldn't handle it anymore.

When you entered the common room, it had felt almost cold, something about the near emptiness of the room and the shades of green spilt over from the black lake could make you shiver, even with the warmth of the fire dancing across your skin. You had decided to just go to the girls’ dorms, it was starting to get late, and you hadn't seen Draco for hours, but the flash of his blonde hair stopped you in your tracks. He was tucked away in a chair in the corner, flipping through a schoolbook, pretending to get his homework done. Chains tightened around your heart at the lifeless look on his pale face, eyes staring at something far, far away that no one else could see. You just couldn't take it anymore. It had been months, since he had started acting this way, and the deep-rooted feeling that you couldn't fix him, make him feel better, crumbled your heart into bits.

Walking over to him, you took his book from his lap silently, which he put up no effort against, and claimed its place. His face was warm and paler than usual in your hands, the bags under his dull grey eyes were too deep. He hadn't been sleeping. And he refused to look at you.

"Draco?"

His eyes snapped up to yours, several different emotions running across his puddles. "Y/N" He breathed, burring his head into your chest, pulling you closer into him.

"Draco, what's been going on with you?" You asked, keeping your voice soft.

His chest tensed up but relaxed again a moment later. "Don't you worry about that, love." He breathed, placing a gentle kiss on your brow. "All that matters right now is this."

"Draco Malfoy." Your voice was stern as you sat up, looking him hard in the eyes. "You can't just keep avoiding my questions, I've been so worried about you that most days I don't even know what to do with myself. Please Draco, you've got to tell me what it is that's been going on with you."

He sighed, looking at you very sadly, "Before I tell you, I need you to promise that..." Draco paused, grey eyes pleading with you, begging you to go along with whatever it was that he was going to ask. "Promise me that no matter what I say, you'll try to understand... that you won't leave me, you mean everything to me, and I'd honestly be so lost without you."

A coldness took over your chest as you processed his words, but only one thought crossed your mind. "How could you say such a thing? There isn't anything-"

"Just promise me..." He cut you off. "Please."

You pressed your lips to his carefully, it was something you had done thousands of times before but this time you were trying to show him how you felt, how deeply you cared for and loved him, before pulling back, placing both of your hands firmly on his shoulders, and saying simply- "I promise."

That was when Draco carefully rolled back the sleave of his white school shirt, showing you the black ink lines running down his forearm. He explained what had really happened that night last year with Harry's friends and The Dark Lord at the Ministry, how his father had been a Death Eater, and that he had been caught and sent away to Azkaban. He then told you how, in his father’s absence, it had become his job to take care of his mother, to take on the role of becoming a Death Eater, even if he hadn't wanted to. He looked lost, absolutely miserable, when he said that The Dark Lord had given him a special task, that he had been chosen to kill Dumbledore, and that if he didn't not only would he lose his mother, but you would also be murdered in front of him.

"I have to do it, I don’t have a choice," Draco had started to tear up, you held him close, never had you hurt for someone else so badly. "I will do anything I can to protect you. I meant it; I'll do anything."

Now here you were, almost a year later. He had asked, more like begged you, to be honest, not to return to school to finish out your seventh year. He swore every day for three weeks that if you promised not to come back, he would hide you away from everyone, keep you safe. You just couldn't do it. And now, as you walked down the cold corridor alone, your thoughts drifted around what would have happened, had you not come back to school.

"(L/N)." Professor Carrow called to you, as you had happened down past the Dark Art’s classroom. His voice pulled you from your thoughts, turning to look at him, he had his hands behind his back, looking you up and down, as if he expected you to read his mind.

"Yes, professor?"

"I need to see you in my office, at once." Sighing quietly, you followed him. He was one of the two new teachers Hogwarts had received at school this year and he was known widely for not being very nice. You knew better than to ask any questions, but as soon as you stepped across the threshold everything went dark.

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Eyes heavy, you almost couldn't bring yourself to open them, but then you heard it. The voice of an angel.

"Y/N." It has been so long since you had heard his voice, you thought that you certainly must be dreaming. In so much pain, possibly, that your mind had rewarded you to compensate.

No, it was really him. His hands brushing the tangled mess of hair out of your face felt the same as they always had when he touched you. Soft, gentle, comforting. His skin on yours was the only good thing you had felt in what had seemed like months, or even years maybe. "What have they done to you?"

His voice sounded strained, when you finally pry your eyes open, he had a look on his face to match. "Draco... what's happening?" You managed, but only barely.

"He's torturing you to hurt me. He had Amycus kidnap you and bring you here, he's been keeping you away from me for days...he just hurts you and makes me listen to your screams." His tender voice broke. "I swore I would protect you, Y/N. Why? Why didn't you do as I asked? I could have saved you."

You tried to speak but he pressed his finger to your swollen lips. "No, don't speak. I'm going to try and get you out of here...for now I just need you to rest, do you understand me? And don't mention that I came down to see you, I'm not supposed to be here." Nodding the best that you could, you closed your eyes again after feeling him press a soft kiss to your split and bruised lips. "I'll be back for you; I will get you out of here… I promise."

Though you were not sure how, you had managed to drift off.

You woke up, being forcefully thrown over someone's shoulder, crying out in pain. They shoved their elbow into you to quiet your pained moans.

As you were carried up from where you were being held, you recognized that you were at Malfoy Manor. You had never been down in the basement, but you knew where it was, and knew that whoever was carrying you, was walking towards the sitting room. As you hit the floor you gasped in pain, the sudden contact of every bruise, cut, and sore spot with the hard floor had forced it out of you, earning you a kick to the ribs.

"Be quiet girl." The pain burst through your body, feeling like you were breaking into bits.

"I was called?" Your favorite voice echoed around the room.

"Yes," an unfamiliar voice answered, "have a seat, I have something to show you."

You could hear every step as he walked around and stop suddenly when he saw you laying on the ground. "Y/N" His voice was no more than an angry whisper.

"Sit, Draco." The voice, I had now guessed to be The Dark Lord’s, spoke again, and without hesitation, he obeyed. "You have joined me, alongside your father and the other dark wizards who follow behind me. I take this kind of oath very seriously. I have given you many opportunities for you to prove yourself and redeem what your idiotic father has done to the Malfoy name, and in return, you try to run away and free the little girl I keep for your punishment."

Silently you waited for Draco to respond, but he seemed to have thought better of it, and kept his mouth closed. You weren’t sure how, but he had found out that Draco had visited you, that he had promised to take you away. The next thing you heard was just one simple, painful word.

"Crucio!" Red light took over your vision, every inch of your skin burned white hot, your head feeling as though it would burst, you could do nothing but scream. Scream louder, harder than you ever had in your life, to match the worst pain you could possibly ever feel. It seemed to go on forever, before you could barely make out Draco, crying and begging.

"Please, please stop hurting her. I'll do whatever you ask, always. I shouldn't have even thought of leaving, just please stop." Sobs escaped his lips, but the curse fell away from you, though you could still feel the echo of it all, tears rolling down your own face. You hadn't even realized that you had started crying.

"This is the last chance you get young Malfoy, and only because of your father’s past loyalties. Do not expect such kind treatment again." His voice echoed in my head. Was this what he thought of as kind? "The next time you step even a hair out of line or don't do what I expect of you, I will watch as I make you kill her."

"Yes, my lord." Draco's voice was shaky.

"Get this girl out of here and locked back in the basement with the others that just got in." He dismissed, before stomping out of the room.

You hadn't seen or heard from Draco again for a long time. You were miserable, but at least they had stopped torturing you. You had no idea how long you had been stuck in the basement of the manor, but Mr. Ollivander and Luna Lovegood had joined you at some point.

The door opened briefly and closed again, as Draco came down the stairs, Ron and Harry in front of him. Harry was talking to the goblin you had recognized from the wizard bank in Diagon Alley, quickly and quietly, but Draco ignored him, looking over to rest his eyes on you. You felt awful, dirty, smelly, but were so happy to see him, even though he looked much worse than when you had forced him to talk to you last school year. He walked up to you, leaning into whisper in your ear.

"I promised I would do anything to protect you and I am, trust me. Stay safe and I swear I will find you when I get out of here. Potter is going to get you out of here. I love you, Y/N...” He moved to press his lips roughly to yours for a second, before stepping back towards the goblin, saying too loudly - "COME WITH ME UPSTAIRS, YOU HAD BETTER NOT PUT UP A FIGHT OR IT Will BE THE END FOR YOU."

He gave you one last glance, long enough for you to tell him one more time... hopefully not the last time... "I love you, Draco." And he was gone.

There was a pop, and a house elf appeared out of nowhere.

"Dobby, I need you to take Y/N, Mr. Ollivander, and Luna to Shell-Cottage." Harry told the little elf.

"My brother and his wife live there, it's safe." Ron added to you and Luna.

"Draco begged me to get you out of here, you're supposed to stay at the cottage, and away from Hogwarts until he can get you." Harry said, helping to remove your chains. "He saved my life just now."

"Thank you." You pulled him into a tight hug. "I know he's never been very good to you, but he's really not so bad. Please… don't let him do anything stupid." You asked, before Dobby grabbed a hold of your arm. Draco's words running through your mind as the lot of you disappeared.

"I will do anything I can to protect you. I mean it, I'll do anything."

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #YourSlytherinPrincess #YSP

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bellacatt-art · 4 months

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i love dulcinea! she seems super energetic and sweet. may i ask about her relationship with remus? did they get together in hogwarts? are they still together as adults, did they stay in touch?

ABSBSJSJ THANK YOU SM FOR YOUR SUBMISSION!! Dulcie would be really happy to know that people love her 🥺🤧

And yes I'm always happy to talk about her and Remus! Let's go! :D

♡ So the two of them met at Hogwarts back in the 1970's. Dulcinea was in the year below him and was in a different house so it was quite obvious that they couldn't spent much time together in classes :")

♡ The pair of them actually first properly spoke to each other at the library in school (Remus was in his second or third year, I think) and the two bonded quite well. Although Remus usually hung out with James, Sirius and Peter and they had fun playing pranks on each other, he also valued his time with Dulcinea as despite her being extremely different to the Marauders, the two had quite a lot of similarities. They used to read and help each other with their homework, and Dulcie was drawn to Remus because of how calm and gentle he was, she really liked that about him. ^-^

♡ Dulcie only found out that Remus was a werewolf after they left school. She sort of pieced it together by herself but since the whole wizarding war happened, she kinda got separated from Remus during that time. When they were at Hogwarts, Remus really did like Dulcie but didn't want to ask her out bc he didn't feel like he could risk being with someone bc of his condition. :"(

♡ Although sometime after Voldemort killed James and Lily, Dulcinea became a teacher at Hogwarts! I'm not entirely sure what she teaches, but I do have this idea that she could be some form of classroom assistant or even a guidance councellor of a sort, but I'm still undecided hehe! 😅

♡ But yeah, sometime in the 1980's, Remus finds Dulcie again. They reconcile after all that happened, and Remus reveals that he's still distraught after losing all his friends and not having a stable place to live, so Dulcie invites him to live with her near the woods! The two finally end up together and Dulcie puts her money from teaching towards making her house a home for the both of them! 💛

♡ During Prisoner of Azkaban, Remus applies for a job as the Dark Arts teacher, and the two of them are happy they could finally work together. ^-^

♡ I planned that they got married in the forest sometime around when the Order of the Phoenix takes place, but again idk 😅

That's about all I've planned so far! Hope that answers your question!! >.<

#harry potter oc #fanfic #oc x canon #hufflepuff #answered #artists on tumblr #♡

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nekoannie-chan · 2 years

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Too good

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 1095 words.

Summary: You and Steve have been childhood friends, but it seemed like Steve wasn't going to be able to keep a promise.

Warnings: There’s a misunderstood between the characters.

A/N: This is my entry to @randomfandomimagine’s 10K Writing Challenge with the Trope prompt #1: Childhood friends to lovers and dialogue prompt #2:

“You’re too good for the world.”

Thanks to my beta reader @saiyanprincessswanie, I love you, Missy.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

If you like it, please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

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1945

The memories were too many and now also painful as you looked at the last photograph that was taken of you and Steve. Shortly after the serum was injected into him you took a breath and closed your eyes tightly to prevent the tears from coming out.

"You promised me. You promised me that we would always be together,” you whispered in a broken voice.

When you got home you took out the photo album, there were many memories there, most of them were photos of you and Steve. Bucky was also in several of them given his friendship with Steve. Although Steve and you knew each other practically since you were born given your moms were close friends.

You were supposed to be happy but then that brunette female came along. Thankfully you couldn’t remember her name. Could he have been unfaithful? Something wasn't right, even though you didn't know what to think or who to trust.

Steve had told you; that you were getting married after the war. That you would have a family and would be very happy. But now it seemed like an empty promise, he didn’t come back and you felt that a part of you had gone with him.

1933

Bucky, Steve, and you walked back from school to your house. You always ate there and did homework together. Some girls called Bucky and he left with them. You grimaced in discomfort, Steve lowered his gaze, during all that time maybe he had misunderstood what was going on.

"Are you okay?" "Steve asked you.

"Yes...

"Y/N, don't lie, I know you.

"Remember my stained dress from last month when we were going to the exhibition?" you answered.

"I remember it,” Steve then understood why you were so upset. Those girls Bucky hung around had ruined your dress. “Did they do it?” he asked and you nodded; but you stopped him, you didn't want him to get into trouble as usual.

"You’re too good for the world," you said, as he looked at you. “Steve, I'm fine, if we just go somewhere else.”

1928

You were walking back with the ingredients your mother had asked you to buy, "something" in one of the alleys caught your attention, you recognized it immediately, it was Steve, and you approached right away.

"Steve, are you okay?" you asked at the same time that you crouched down to see it better, everything indicated that he fought... again.

"Yes, I’m okay.”

"Don't lie, you fought again," you helped him get up. “Let's go to my house, I have to help you with those wounds.”

You did your best to make your mother not realize that Steve was involved in another fight, although surely, she knew he was in the house.

You started to heal his wounds, you didn't ask any questions, in the end, he always told you what had happened, this time was no exception, you smiled while listening to him, for some reason whenever that happened, you smiled every time you healed his wounds, although it seemed that you knew the reason and that was that you were in love with Steve, but you didn't dare to tell him.

"You’re too good for the world," Steve told you. You laughed softly and enjoyed those moments alone with him.

1934

Bucky had taken them on another date, the girls ignored Steve as always and all the attention was grabbed by Bucky... as always; your date also ignored you. He seemed more interested in one of the other girls, you sighed and turned to see Steve when you realized it.

"I'm sure if we don't go, no one will notice," you whispered in his ear.

"But...”

"Come on, Steve, we don't need them to have fun.”

Steve took your hand and discreetly retreated, when you were already a few streets away, you stopped to laugh, you took his face in your hands and kissed him on the lips.

"What?" Y/N, what...?” Steve was confused when you separated, he just didn't expect it.

"I like you, Steve," you declared.

"Who? Me? I thought that you liked Bucky.”

"No, not Bucky, it’s always been you, Steve.”

Now he kissed you; Steve had always been in love with you too, but for a long time he thought you had feelings for Bucky and decided not to get in the way.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He whispered shyly, the answer was clear when you kissed him again.

3 weeks later

"I have a plan for us to have a triple appointment.

"We have plans for the weekend," you and Steve replied in unison.

"What?" But if I got quotes from each of you.

"Steve and I are in a relationship," you finally said.

Bucky was speechless and without words showing you were holding hands, you did not intend to answer his questions.

1943

"But Steve...”

"I have to do it, I tell you that as soon as the war is over, I will return and we will marry as we have always dreamed," Steve interrupted you.

"Please...,” you begged by pouting, you were afraid of what might happen if he went, there was nothing to assure you that you would see him again.

The day he left, you felt that a part of you too. You didn't like what you were feeling, it seemed like it was the last time you were going to see him, although it wasn't something you liked to think about, in the end, you were hopeful that you would meet again soon and fulfill the promise you made.

1945

You were sitting in the park again, your eyes filled with tears, in your hand you held the last letter that Steve had sent you. You always knew that he shouldn’t join the army, that despite everything it was a big mistake; you were so self-absorbed that you didn’t realize that someone was approaching you until suddenly everything became dark and you did not know anymore.

2010

You opened your eyes, you didn't understand what had happened apart from the fact that you began to feel that your eyes weighed, the last thing you remembered was feeling a very strong blow and that everything had become dark and nothing more, you saw the calendar that was hanging on the wall, you didn't understand what was happening, but you closed your eyes again, you had never forgotten Steve's voice, not counting the phrase he always told you.

"You’re too good for the world"

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If you’d like, you can skip over this.

I’m sorry to be so sentimental here, but I can’t share this anywhere else. I have to be strong for these kids.

To you above,

I will never forget you.

I will never forget the four years that we spent together.

Four years that seemed to last forever, until the week of my graduation.

I will never forget the absolutely ludicrous things I made you google to show the class. (Yes, you’re still expected to play the doot doot up in Heaven).

I will never forget the way that you treated me. You treated me like I was your equal. Though I was just a little shittin’ high schooler, you treated me like I was the same age as you.

Thank you for helping me discover my passions.

For letting me direct two shows, and trusting me to teach my fellow chorus members their parts.

For telling me that I would be one of your “story students” who have made such a big impact on you, that you sing of their praises for years to come.

For always being my number one bestie, even if you didn’t realize it at the time.

For always giving me advice and steering me in the right direction when I was ready to give up entirely.

For getting me through the tortuous years of my adolescence, fighting wars of love, failures, and equality.

For teaching me to stick up for myself, and to always challenge authority if I don’t agree with what I’m being presented with. (I’ll play Jack Kelly one day, you stinker).

For teaching me that my age didn’t matter in the real world, only the amount of effort that I put in would reflect on my achievements.

For believing that freshman year me could handle such a big role.

For ALWAYS letting me hide in your classroom without asking me a single time as to why. Sometimes I needed to hide from a person, sometimes I needed to hide from my grades, sometimes I needed to hide from everyone after just having a panic attack,

For giving me an entire box of cheerios the day I “forgot” my lunch, in which you saw right fucking through my lie.

For always giving me cool opera facts, and happily rambling about trumpet stuff (which I genuinely had no idea what was being said, but I listened anyways every time)

For always making me laugh with stories about your kids.

For telling me about your wife’s school, her musicals, and how much you love her.

For reminding me that reaching my goals is possible

For letting me lay on your floor in dead silence when I didn’t wanna go to math class that one time.

For letting me sneak into your room during lunches, because I didn’t have anyone to sit with.

For letting me skip your class to work on my pounds upon pounds of work for yearbook. (You were confident I always knew my music)

For believing in me and my skills so much that you gave me the alto part and said “can you have this learned by tonight?” (And I did. I was the only alto)

For letting me do my homework in your class almost every day because I hated doing it at home.

For letting me sneak back onto the sidelines during a football game, even though I wasn’t supposed to be there, and letting me play snare one last time.

For always annoying me with the hemiola in America. No matter how much I listened to it, I still fucking loathed it.

Thank you.

There’s so much more I could say

So much more to reminisce

So much more to be grateful for

So much I wished we could do

And now there isn’t a second more we can spend with each other.

I hate this.

It doesn’t even feel like you’re actually gone.

It feels like you’ll be back on Monday to unlock the stage door for me so I can go dig through the costume racks.

As I said in my graduation note, you know how much I hate goodbyes. I can’t accept that I’ll never see you again. I don’t want to.

So, I’ll end it as I did last year.

Go and chase your dreams, you won’t regret it.

Till we meet again, Dad.

#life of ducky

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