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ryuichirou · 6 months ago

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Happy weekend! Today I’m replying to things that you wrote regarding this post <3

characharing asked:

you can desensitize Idia of being called by other name by cheering for premo while fucking him. after being called by the name of all the singers, what's being called jamil or riddle as well

True true, but then you would face another possible risk: Idia would think “damn I want to listen to them rn” and just ditch his partner to rewatch his favourite concert of theirs. Sex is great, but Premo is otherworldly. Idia has his priorities.

Anonymous asked:

Ooohh, the boys are seething and heart-broken, there's no better sound than the shattering of fragile young egos! I'm glad that the question was a fun one, these headcanons are all perfect. Cruelty aside, it's really interesting to see how unique their relationhsips are with one another. I was thinking about this ask the other day and I started joking that the reaction for all of them would end up being like "Oh it's ok, one time I called prof. Trein mom, now that's really embarassing!". Also, is Sebek discovering a new kink? Between the "father" thing and his enthusiasm at the idea of breeding Malleus, I'm keeping an eye on him...

Thank you, Anon! I am very happy you liked the headcanons, it was very interesting to think about this one. Yeah, the shattering of fragile young egos and the bitter sweetness of young hearts’ tears… such beauty <3

But imagine calling Trein mom…!! I remember a comic one artist drew about Deuce calling Trey mom, but with prof. Trein it’s even better lol I wouldn’t be surprised if all of them did that at some point.

I feel like Sebek is constantly on the verge of discovering all kinds of kinks lol And the fact that he is very opposed to all of them make him react even stronger: his body would react before his brain even realises what he’s just heard. Not sure if this is going to end up becoming a kink, but he definitely would feel interesting sensations…

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

Your hc's (the calling lover by diff names specifically) are all so on point. But the ones that had me giggling are freaking Sebek and Malleus. There is just something so shouty about Sebek that makes me wanna put him in a jar and shake him (like Idia but less loving).

Silver calling out for Lilia with Sebek, does the boy even get a chance? Sure if he's with Malleus, that's one thing. But Idia too?! Every man he sticks his dick into has a certain someone else on the brain. It must mess with his ego a little to be compared to someone else he clearly looks up to. (But also what if Lilia was the one who taught him how to top, hm? So his movements just feel too familiar. 😔)

And Malleus, that whole snip of interaction really shouldn't be as funny as I read it to be but I was cackling. You know that boy is calling down thunder and lightning *in the bedroom*. Not even hellfire can save you now. He would get that cold angry look, you know where it's just face calm but internally raging. I feel a little bad for doing this to them but....Sebek calling for Silver. Seven help them all, the betrayal of love (in like a 'I love you enough to assign you as my personal guard and switch in lover' if that makes sense) that Malleus has. Sure, Malleus is only playing with Sebek so if he (Mal) calls for someone else that's not as big as deal. But as a Prince and to be King? Naughty boy, Sebek shouldnt have let his thoughts stray.

Thank you so much for enjoying the post! I think you should put both Sebek and Idia in a jar and shake them together, it would be a joy.

Also you are so right, Sebek really is being haunted by Lilia’s presence no matter who he sleeps with! And Lilia doesn’t even sleep around all that much these days, I guess this is just Sebek’s poor luck… But I really like the thought of Sebek just moving in a similar manner because of Lilia’s teachings because it really wouldn’t surprise me if Lilia was there for Sebek and Silver’s first time. Or even Sebek and Malleus’ first time, who knows, all those are possible scenarios lol

Oh but Malleus being called Silver… this is very dangerous!

Ironically though? With Malleus, Sebek has this weird immunity that could work in some situations. I think it’s not impossible for Malleus to be so shocked that Sebek of all people called him by some other name, that it would actually be amusing/funny in a weird way, but ONLY in specific situations and ONLY because this is Sebek of all people. And of course, it’s only possible if these two aren’t together-together but are just having sex.

I guess Sebek does have some luck after all..

#replies #sebemal

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samssims · 1 year ago

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hey, how did you make different sections for your blog? Can't figure it out, I'd like to divide up my posts so my main page isn't messy. Thanks!

Hi Nonny! I am not entirely sure what you mean by this so I will give a bunch of general tips below. If this doesn't cover it or you want something expanded on, feel free to let me know!

Tips to keeping your blog neat & tidy!

Let me start off by saying it is your blog. Make it as messy as you want. However there are a few things you can do to make posts easier to see and read for yourself and your followers.

Tagging

Tag your posts. All of them. Have a different tag per save, story, gameplay, have one for asks, have one for reblogs. Have multiple tags! Tags galore!!! All of this will let you filter your posts to just the ones you want to see. If you tag every post with just "ts4" then you will not be able to find anything.

Example: Two of my saves have the individual tags "NSB" (for Not So Berry) and "Princess Legacy" but then I break them down even further by doing "NSB Gen 1" & "NSB Gen 2" so viewers can choose to view the project as a whole or just to search through one Gen.

Banners

This is ABSOLUTELY OPTIONAL but it makes your posts stand out from each other if you give each story/gameplay/save their own banner. It doesn't have to be extravagant. It can just be a color. Or even a pattern.

Example:

NSB

Princess Legacy:

You can absolutely steal the dimensions of these banners (aka save them right from this post) to create your own.

Use Your Queue

One of the easiest ways to organize your blog is to organize your queue! If you have a lot of stories or posts, try to limit when/what days you are posting them so it looks more consistent on your blog.

Example: In a perfect world where I have consistent content this is also referenced in my timezone which is PST: NSB posts go up at 6 AM every WEEKDAY - I manually schedule these Gameplay posts (whatever gameplay I am currently into as this changes) 3 times a day on the hour every weekday 11 AM-1PM - this is my normal queue set up Reblogs of others post - Weekends, 3 times a day as my normal queue is set up for

When I was doing really well with content, I would queue up 15 posts of gameplay (3 posts a day for 5 days) then go into the sims tag and throw 6 reblogged posts into my queue. Then start over again so I could queue up months in advance.

Using this method for myself makes my blog feels more structured to me. It's just for my own peace of mind and keeps me more organized.

Blog Themes

One of the best creative flex this site offers you imo. You can customize your blog theme to make it fit what you want.

There are a TON of blog themes over theme-hunter. This must be done from desktop and is only for desktop. It cannot be changed via mobile. If you check out theme-hunter, go to the top right "MORE" button. If you are looking for a main page theme, search through the "All-In-One" tag. If you are looking for a story page like i have to showcase all your stories together, I usually look through the "Family/Favorites/Characters" tag.

Now this does require a very BASE knowledge of coding, which I cannot get into in this post. It's a bit of work. Start with a simple theme until you get it down.

PRO TIP: Make a private side blog for just yourself where you can test out the themes. That way if you break the code it doesn't break your main blog. Once the code is ready on your private blog, then you can just copy/paste it onto your main!

HERE is a quick guide on how to add a tumblr theme. If you have never done it before, it's a bit of a learning curve, but honestly it's sooo satisfying once it's done.

Example: The codes for the current pages I am using can be found below: Main Theme: [X] Story Page [X]

Customizing Your Blog

Putting this all together!

Your new story pages and blog pages can include links to the specific tags you are using on your posts! It's how others can find you content so it's organized!

So let's look at this tab on my blog:

This is part of my blog theme. I change it out to update whatever my blog is currently showcasing! It's part of the custom page and me going into the code to manually change it.

If you were to click any of the "Start" tabs (for the ones that have them) they would take you to the URL for the tag itself:

samssims.tumblr.com/tagged/nsb+gen+1/chrono [tumblr url] / [the word TAGGED to show you are searching the tag] / [the tag itself with + signs for spaces] / [the word CHRONO just means it will start at the beginning of the tag, useful for stories]

NOTE: These URLs only work on desktop/mobile browser. They do not work on the tumblr app.

Conclusion

And that's just a little bit about organizing your blog. But honestly it's your space. Just like your room IRL, you keep it the way you like it! This system works for me! If it helps you find your flow then I am happy to help!

#Sam Speaks #ask #nonsims #I am no expert by any means #I have just been on tumblr....a long time

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sollucets · 1 year ago

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congratulations on your follower milestone!! You deserve it! I would love to also request something from the touch prompt list for aye and akk? 50. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up screams Akk and aye to me..

hi nonny!! thank you very much for the prompt & ur well-wishes

this is set in-canon, specifically in the back half of episode 10 pre-protest. i think there's room to imagine a few extra days of secret boyfriends akkaye, and if there isn't, too bad, i want to. nearly 1k again bc it got out of hand

💜

The days between their first suspicions that the protest will be outside school and that weekend are tense. Very few people are acknowledging it out loud for fear of retribution; only in closed meetings and on social media does anyone dare to say anything at all is going on. Just another invisible threat to hang over all their heads.

Akk leaves an after-school meeting with a frown on his face, stopping in an-abandoned-at-this-time hall outside the student affairs office to check over the hashtags. He’ll probably get away with being seen using his phone if he just says he’s doing his duty, but he doesn’t want to bet on it.

So it’s understandable that he’s on edge enough to make an undignified shrieking noise when he's grabbed by the wrist and pulled around a corner into a smaller, connecting hallway.

"Ayan," he hisses, because who else could it be?

Grinning, Aye runs a thumb over Akk’s pulse point before dropping his wrist in favor of leaning against the wall next to him, looking up through his eyelashes. He’s in his usual sweatshirt and somehow looks just as put-together as always despite it. “You know you’re not supposed to be using that, head prefect," he says, voice only slightly lowered in deference to their location.

"What do you want," Akk demands in a whisper, checking back and forth down the hall. No one's here, but that doesn't mean anything; it may be after classes, but there are still staff and other students with late clubs around who might easily pass through here. He straightens his back nervously.

"To see my boyfriend," Aye says innocently.

That word still sounds so strange and precious coming out of his mouth. Akk rallies after a second. "You saw me in class multiple times today. Try again."

"To really see you," Aye amends, tilting his head coyly and reaching out to flip the hem of Akk's uniform jacket between his fingers. Something seems to shift in his face when he adds, "You look stressed, Bigfoot."

Akk's jaw clicks, and he sighs, leaning back against the wall too. The brick is uncomfortable even through the layers of his clothes, and he wants to reciprocate, to mess with Aye's hair or tell him the whole horrible truth or hold his hand, but the hall is only so empty for so long. "You always say that."

"You always look stressed. Can't I worry?"

He wishes he wouldn't. It's too much, sometimes, the guilt of it. "I'm fine, Aye."

Aye's dark eyes, always too-seeing, follow him as he shifts uncomfortably where he stands. “I don’t believe you,” he says quietly.

Closing his eyes to get away from that look, Akk lets himself be honest: “I don’t expect you to.”

A hand brushes his for a second, warm and familiar, and then two hands take his face between them and squeeze. “Stop that,” Aye says as Akk’s eyes fly open and he jerks away. “You look like Singto when the treats run out.”

Akk has no idea what his expression is doing, but it must be hilarious, because Aye snickers unashamedly at him. "That's a better face."

Without much success, he tries to stop the corners of his mouth from curving up. He’s always at least a little out of control around Aye, honestly, and it should scare him even more than it already does, but— when Aye’s smile looks like that, all bright and teasing and blinding, what can he do? What could anyone expect him to do?

"And that's even better," says Aye, tone self-satisfied. "Show me that all the time, okay?"

"Shut up," Akk grumbles, the effect ruined by his obvious grin. He puts a hand up and actively pulls the corners of his mouth down.

"Don't think I will," Aye tells him, eyes sparkling. "The results are just so good. You're so cu--"

Akk takes the hand at his own face and slaps it over Aye's mouth, finally managing a proper glare. "Don't," he says pointedly. "I'm not."

Aye raises both eyebrows and wiggles them obnoxiously.

"You are very much the only person that thinks that," Akk tells him. He's surprised Aye hasn't licked his hand yet. "Most people actually take me seriously, you know. You could do that too. It wouldn't even be hard."

Aye says something muffled that sounds suspiciously like you don't want me to, and Akk rolls his eyes, laughing a little. "You're too full of yourself, really. You—"

Over Akk’s fingers, Aye's eyes go comically wide, and he shifts enough to slap his own hand over Akk's mouth just as the sounds of footsteps pass them in the connecting hallway, the murmur of a conversation identifying the people having it as teachers heading towards the offices.

Both of their hands over each other's mouths, their gazes lock for a long moment as the sounds fade away. Akk doesn't even breathe as Aye's fingers shift.

When it's quiet again, they both drop their hands, staring.

Then Aye cracks, his lips twitching, and Akk stifles a laugh of combined relief and sympathy with all his strength in turn, face scrunching up as he shakes his head. So stupid, and so close to being caught. He even still has his phone in his hand. He’s about to murmur something along those lines when his entire train of thought is derailed.

Aye brings the hand he'd used to cover Akk’s to his own mouth and silently presses two fingers to it in a smiling kiss. When all Akk can do is stare, transfixed, he draws a little closer and whispers, “You can have a real one if you let me walk you to your dorm.”

Like I want that, Akk wants to say, to fend off the way they both know he does. He shakes his head, ruefully this time. “We shouldn’t leave at the same time,” he says very softly, an apology. “I’ll — see you later?”

Aye’s smile goes a little plastic for a moment, pained, but he doesn’t push it. “I’ll call you. It’s a promise.”

#the eclipse #akkayan #my fic tag #arbitrary milestone prompts #(still taking those! i have lots of eclipse in my inbox lmao)#episode 10 my beloved #i write so much postcanon akkaye that i always forget just how much i'm. Love. this particular dynamic #couldnt get the hand over mouth —> finger kiss out of my head. :’)#also! akk pov is so beloved to me. he's so dumb #no baby. aye is not the only person who thinks you're cute

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lou-struck · 2 years ago

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Seaside Bed and Breakfast

Satan x Gn MC!

~ Even Satan, The Avatar of Wrath deserves a coastal getaway at a cute bed and breakfast by the ocean.

~This is one of the requested prompts for the “I Want to Getaway Event” Thank you so much for requesting Nonnie, I had a lot of fun with this one.

The distant calling of Sea Birds pulls you from the best sleep you’ve had in months. Turning over in the soft linen sheets, you notice that Satan isn’t next to you. His side of the bed is perfectly made, and his book all the nightstand is nowhere to be seen.

Rolling over on your back you watch the ceiling fan slowly spin above you as you let out a little huff and shake your head. A happy smile spreads across your face. Of course, he would be up before you, ever since the two of you decided to pop back into the human world for a quick weekend getaway, Satan has been talking nonstop about finally getting to relax and read by the ocean with you.

A couple of days of R&R sounds absolutely heavenly to you as well so you chose a beautiful historic bed and breakfast located on a grassy hilltop overlooking the shoreline below.

Quickly getting changed, you walked down the hallway feeling a bit relieved that the other patrons of the bed-and-breakfast are still either asleep or in their rooms, but you have an idea of where your boyfriend is.

Opening the glass French doors to the back patio overlooking the Cliffside, your eyes rest on a familiar blonde head buried deep in a book. The smell of sea salt in the breeze is better than any perfume or candle you’ve ever had, if you could bottle the scent and take it with you forever you would.

Padding across the faded birch you’re able to sneak up on the demon just enough to wrap your arms around him and prop your head on his shoulder. “ how’s the book?“ you hum as his blue/green eyes light up when they see your still sleet face.

“It’s great,” he answers turning his neck to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Good morning MC.”

“Good morning Satan.” You say, as he places a bookmark in between the pages and shuts the cover. “That’s not the book you brought.”

“I already finished it,” he laughs holding up the book you recognized from his library. “Nan, let me borrow this earlier when she asked if I wanted some tea.”

“She must like you,” you laugh as you join him on the sofa. Nan is the owner of the Bed and Breakfast, she is an absolutely adorable old woman who wears baggy sweaters that are bigger than she is. She and her husband renovated this house many years ago and have been running it as a Bed and Breakfast ever since.

“ do you still want to go and walk along the beach later?” He asks wrapping an arm around you lazily.

“ I do, the sand is so soft you don’t even need your shoes.“ you say looking down at the water below crashing up against some rocks. “ there’s also an old lighthouse we can climb.”

“That sounds wonderful,” he says “ we should go after breakfast.”

As if on cue your stomach begins to growl something fierce. “I think Breakfast sounds like a great idea.”

as you laugh, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafts through the open window.

“ Nan said that she was making cinnamon rolls for breakfast.” He says turning his head towards the smell. “Don't they smell good?”

“I’m getting jealous Satan, are you going to leave me for her?” You tease ruffling his wavy blond hair as he tries to bat your hands away playfully.

“If it means I can stay here forever, I might.” He jokes before looking out at the world around you.

“It’s beautiful here,” you say softly. Admiring the way the wind tickles the long grass and makes the waves below shimmer and dance under the still rising sun. You let out a sigh“ imagine waking up to this every day.”

“ There’s something else I wouldn’t mind waking up to every day,” he says.

“What is it? Is it Nan?” You say as he shakes his head.

His hand comes up and cups your cheek, “you know it’s you“

“ I feel the same way.” You say Play saying your hand over the one on your face.

The two of you stay enthralled by the light in each other's eyes until you hear the chiming of the rustic grandfather clock in the hallway signaling that breakfast is ready to be served.

The cinnamon rolls are warm gooey and sweet making your stomach feel full and happy, but as the two of you walk hand in hand along the beach, you decided that nothing compares to the way you feel when seeing your Boyfriend, Satan; the Avatar of wrath with his toes in the sand. Finally feeling at peace on a well-deserved vacation.

#obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me x mc #om! x reader #satan x reader #satan x mc #obey me satan #satan avatar of wrath #Satan Fluff

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years ago

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Hi Love!

I just saw last few Nonnys sending you (well deserved!) love, and you replied with something that you're upset you're not doing it (reccing) too well recently. I just want you to know that we all are grateful for EVERYTHING. Like, literally. Just linking us other lists is incredibly helpful and asking others for a fic / recs is also truly amazing! I understand that you may feel less "productive" or whatever else, but don't forget that the simpliest acts are gigantic. If you'd need a week break, we love you. If you'd need a month break, we love you. If you'd need a year break, we still love you. Hell, if you'd at some point decide you won't rec anymore, we will always love you. Okay? All the love to you and stay well! <3<3<3

(referencing this ask re: me being upset about having lame recs)

LOVELY.

I don't deserve this kindness, TRUELY. Honestly, I'm sobbing as I write this, because, I dunno, I feel I don't deserve it if I'm not really trying, you know? I can't explain. I just feel bad because I feel like I used to do much better at reccing, but I suppose with a 3 year CONSTANT back-catalogue of lists, I don't really have that much to do now when I do get asks, you know? And I feel bad because in the past 2 years, I've been slowing down in my reading because I don't take public transit anymore, and usually only read before bed, or in the mornings on the weekend, so I'm REALLY slow at getting new reads out, and in turn my lists have slowed down too.

And now asks these days, it's easy for me to go to my organized offline list and copy-paste everything and boom, done. I have been trying to limit my online usage if only because I work my ass off during the day, do some freelance after hours and then I spend hours filing my blog in the moments I have free. Looking at my computer is exhausting, LOL.

I got a comment a few months ago that my recs are boring and repetitive now because they're always the same fics, and I guess ever since then I've just been... losing heart in doing them, you know? If no one is enjoying them anymore, despite me meticulously sorting everything to make it easier for people to find exactly what they're looking for, and even though I work my DAMNEDEST to get you guys new lists twice a week EVERY single week... then what's the point?

*shrugs* I don't know. I'm just being stupid, I guess. Comments like this help a lot. I do genuinely enjoy making the lists (digitally organizing things help soothe my mind) and sharing them with everyone makes me happy... kind of a "look at my stuff, isn't it neat?" thing, heh.

So yeah, I'll be taking some time off soon (I usually do several times in the summer months during Canadian long weekends and my usual summer holiday), first one coming up in a few weeks for just the long weekend. Just always feel bad when I do. Bleh. Shit self-esteem sucks.

Thank you again for your kind words. I really REALLY appreciate comments like this, because it lets me know that I must be doing SOMETHING right and my stupid brain is just being silly again, hah.

*HUGS* Thank you <3

#steph replies #chatting with lovelies #about me #my blog #testimonials

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a-monsters-love · 4 years ago

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I read your first time headcanons with shoto, hawks and tamaki and my god you’re an amazing writer, also you really captured their essence in my opinion, it was perfect!🥰 what about a first date with their fem!crush with shouto and kirishima? Who would ask who out, where would you go and all that🥺❤️ Also another headcanon for their first kiss ever would be so cute💕

HOLY HECK THANK YOU SO MUCH. I STARTED WRITING FOR FUN AND I DIDN’T THINK I WAS V GOOD BUT ALL OF YOU HAVE BEEN SO SUPPORTIVE AND I’M SO GRATEFUL I cried a lil bit.

Okay, is I hope I understood this right. I read it as another head cannon request so I’m gonna write it that way BUT MY DEAR SWEET NONNIE IF THAT IS NOT WHAT YOU MEANT PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND ME ANOTHER ASK AND I CAN MAKE THEM INTO MINI FICS.

On that note, let’s begin 🙃

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[Master List]

Todoroki Shoto:

King of the DENSE would probably not realize he likes you

Sweet boy would just find himself following you

Or asking for your help specifically

He knows how you like your coffee/tea

He knows your favorite shows/books/games

He knows how to calm you down or when to stop you from over working yourself

He finds himself thinking about you a lot and gets confused when he realizes it

The whole class has bets on who would confess first

Midnight is absolutely in on the bet

It wasn’t until he asked Midoriya for advice

Poor broccoli boy was NOT prepared

Shoto basically drops all this info on his friend

Izuku is SWEATING

But calms once he realizes how affected his friend is

“So- you have a crush on (L/N)?”

Icyhot pauses and looks at him

“I what.”

This fucking guy

Izuku has to explain what a crush is

Def not The Hand Crusher

Moving forward

Every time Shoto gets close to you now his internal temp goes bonkers in an attempt to control his blush

“Is something wrong with the air conditioning?” You asked Aizawa

No you doofus.

Shoto caves and asks you out

He deadpans the question so you didn’t realize it was a date-date

He only said to dress nice(?)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

He takes you to a café by the school

You’re confused because he could’ve asked you to have coffee/tea anytime

Then you two get picked up by some rental car

They take you to some lunch spot on the beach

(Y/N).exe has stopped functioning

“This is a date” You question out loud

“Well… yeah” Shoto says quietly

You blush loudly and look at him

You can’t tell him you had no idea

Don’t do it

“I had no idea-“

You did it

“-that you liked me..”

Nice save

You looked down and chuckled softly

Shoto let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding

The two of you sit and and confess your feelings

Big Fluff™️

You take off you shoes to walk on the beach with him

Chuckling as he emptied sand from his shoes

He stood in front of you as you dusted sand from his hair

“I don’t know how this is supposed to work” he admits

I mean he really never had a sense of guidance on the topic

“We can learn together.” You state shyly

Your hands linger near his face

He grabs your hand softly and lets a small soft smile rest on his lips

“I think this is the part where I’m supposed to kiss you”

Your faces heat up and you nod

He leans in and presses a soft kiss on your lips

He cups your cheeks and you wrap your arms around him

You both pull away begrudgingly for a breath

He rests his forehead to yours and runs a thumb across you cheek

You both chuckle softly in embarrassed satisfaction

Kirishima Eijiro:

This boy is likely to have crushes on one of two types of people

A sweet baby that must be protected

A tough bby to protect with

There is no in-between you can’t change my mind

He’d know he had a crush on you immediately

Part of him still doesn’t think he’s strong enough

The other part thinks that’s not manly and it’s better to try and fail than not try at all

He’s at odds with himself

Unsurprisingly Bakugo decides he’s had enough of watching him being indecisive

One weekend Bakugo barges into both of your rooms and commands tells you both to get dressed

Drags you both by the collars to the mall

Abandons you both there

You both look at each other and then back at the blonde who’s left

You both blush awkwardly

“Wha-“

“I’m sorr-“

You both speak at the same time

You giggle

Kirishima blushes at the sound

“Well I guess it’s just us then?” He says

“I guess it’s a date then” You tease in response

SO MANLY

You grab his wrist and start ushering him around

You both had fun fooling around at the mall

Kirishima subconsciously grabs your hand and walks you towards the food court

“What a cute couple you two make” The cashier said as you ordered

You both blush brightly

You both stare at your interlocked hands

Neither of you are willing to cave and let go

“Thanks?” You end up responding as he paid for your food

You pouted at him for paying for your food

He chuckled “It wouldn’t be very manly for me to make you pay for your food on a date”

You both blush deeply at the realization

This is a date

You start fuming with embarrassment

Kirishima squeezes your hand softly and smiles reassuringly

You squeeze back

You both grab your food when it’s ready

Begrudgingly letting go of the others hand

After lunch you both play a few games at an arcade

You suggest taking a few pictures in the photo booth

You take one with a peace sign

Then a goofy one

Then you kiss his cheek in the third

He pulls you in for a chaste kiss on the lips for the fourth

Both of your cheeks heat

“Oh man, I’m so sorry that was so not manl-“

You cut his off with another kiss

You’re eyes flicker from him to the floor when the machine beeps and prints the photos

You give him one of the two photo strips

You both giggle awkwardly

For the first time you’re glad the Spicy boy was as impatient as he is

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prrplwtch · 5 years ago

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I don’t know if you’ve done anything like this, but could you do something where mammon, Solomon and Simeon protect mc from a demon? Like the demon full on attacked her and they just happen to come by and save her (they’re dating) if you don’t want to do this, thst is of course ok and I hope you have a wonderful weekend :)))))))

Hi nonny :) Thanks for the request - I was no sure if you wanted headcanons or a fic, so I ended up doing headcanons. If you were asking for a fic, let me know, and I’ll gladly write it 💜

Mammon

Mammon is out and about, attending to his daily demon business, when suddenly he hears a familiar scream.

Immediately he feels panic rise in his chest - the voice belongs to MC, there could have been no mistake

Rushes to the sound immediately, and saw some lower demon attacking MC.

“Hey you, LEAVE MC ALONE!”

Assumes his true demon form right away and attacks the demon.

Mammon simultaneously feels fear for MC, anger at demon, and a little bit of excitement, which stems from the fact that he finally gets to save MC.

The anger and fear are way stronger, obviously because he really doesn’t want her to get hurt, and also because how care this lowly demon attack his human.

The demon does not stand the chance against the second-strongest of the seven rulers of hell.

As soon as the demon is defeated, Mammon rushes to MC to check on her.

“MC, are you hurt?” he asks as he holds her close in his arms. Only when she assures him that she was fine, as the demon did not actually manage to inflict damage, can Mammon breathe a sigh of relief.

Still, he feels anxious for her - if he did not happen upon her here, who knows what would have happened.

He is surprised to see that MC seems pretty calm for someone who has just been attacked by a demon.

Blushes profusely when MC puts her hand on his cheek and smiles at him, saying, “Thank you for saving me.”

“I-It’s nothing... Of course the Great Mammon could easily defeat any demon...”

Blushes even more when finds himself silenced with a kiss.

Then feels confused when MC takes his hand, and makes him follow her.

“Wh-where are we going?” he asks.

“Back to your room, of course, I would like to properly thank my savior.”

Simeon

Simeon is just about to leave the academy, when he hears a loud cry from one of the classrooms. Immediately, he rushes to see if anyone needs help - even before he realizes that the voice belongs to MC.

He sees her - terrified at the back of the classroom, with a demon about to lunge at her.

Simeon’s heart is filled with worry - and with anger. He would never let anyone hurt MC and the mere thought of someone wanting to do that enrages him.

Luckily, a regular demon is no match for heavenly light - and the demon disappears in the bright flash.

Simeon rushes to MC to see if she is hurt. He approaches her, and gently holds her by the shoulders as he looks her over. Luckily, it does not look like she is hurt, and MC confirms that.

As an angel he can feel how shaken and scared she is, so he uses some of his angel abilities to make her calm down, as he gently holds her in his arms.

“It all happened so suddenly,” MC says, her face tucked into his chest, “I was alone here, and suddenly he came out of nowhere”.

“He is gone now,” Simeon tells her, as he lightly caresses her hair.

“What was that?” MC asks suddenly, “What did you do to him?”

“Just something us, angels, can do,” Simeon tells her. Now is not the time for lengthy, complicated explanations.

MC seems to have calmed down, and she lifts her face and smiles at him, and Simeon feels happy.

“Thank you,” she says, “For saving me.”

“I would never let anyone hurt you,” he says, as he plants a light kiss on the top of her head.

Solomon

Solomon has been talking to MC a lot about magic, so it’s only natural that she became curious. One day when he decided to summon a lower level demon, MC decided to stay by his side.

“Thank might not be the best idea,” Solomon protested, but MC was insistent and he related. After all, what could go wrong?

The summoning itself was quite easy - Solomon told MC to stay back from the pentagram as he performed the ritual. Solomon was actually enjoying showing off his magical abilities to MC.

His joy soon turned to fear and sorrow however, when it turned out that just like on several other occasions his poor handwriting made him mess up one of the runes, and the demon broke free of the pentagram and lunged at MC.

Luckily, Solomon was a strong mage with a good reaction - and before the demon reached MC he was nothing but a pile of dust on the floor.

“Hm, I should really work on these runes,” Solomon said, as he looked at MC who was quite pale from fear.

“You mean he got out because you did not do the ritual correctly!” MC exclaimed.

“No, I did it correctly - one of the runes, however, must have smudged,” Solomon started to explain.

MC meanwhile was making her way to the door.

“What, not even a thank you for saving your life?” he called after her.

“After you endangered it, by being careless with your magic,” MC replied, as she stopped by the door, “So no, no thanks for you.”

Solomon sighed as she left. She was so complicated, MC, sometimes he did not understand her at all. That must be why I love her so much, he smiled to himself.

#obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #mammon x mc #solomon x mc #simeon x mc

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thedistantdusk · 5 years ago

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Hi, I’m the nonny! Thank you for such a kind response, it means a lot. I was thinking the year she’s back at school post DH and they’re rebuilding their relationship and dealing with the distance after being together all summer. Thank you again, I hope you’re doing well during this crazy time!

Nonny, I can only hope this provides you a bit of happiness right now and that I addressed the prompt! :D I’m so sorry you’re going through this and that everyone will find peace. HUGE thanks to @floreatcastellumposts for reading this a billion times and Brit-picking and @el-eye-zee-aye for the same, but not the British parts! ;D Also on AO3. Not pure smut, but definitely M! __________ Harry wasn’t here last year.

But he followed her everywhere, anyway.

She spent most of a school year with his memory lingering in the shadows of every corridor. She could almost see his hands in his pockets, his expectant smile stretching as she approached and then faltering as she passed. She was haunted by his graveled moans from the corners of the quidditch pitch, his sharp gasps beneath the tree on the lawn, his low, reverberating pleas in empty cupboards they knew so well. And she didn’t realize it at the time, but that kept her going, really... his silent presence. The revenant of what they’d been before the world fell to shit.

There are a few reasons why Ginny doesn’t think much about Phantom Harry during the summer after the war. First, she knows it’s a bit pathetic that she constructed it — constructed him — out of a relationship that lasted three weeks... although she’d fight anyone to the death who dared describe it as such, themselves.

Second, she’s away from school for months and thus lacks a real trigger. And third, she finds that Real Harry is infinitely more fun — especially when he’s in her arms and in her bed and doing all the things he’d once promised he’d do... even though he hadn’t said he’d do those things, either. They’d been quiet Harry things, the sorts of things he’d said with his eyes while he’d stared at her like he was drinking her in. The sorts of things he’d conveyed with a trail of his fingertips or a low groan. The sorts of things that were no less tangible for remaining silent.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. So after a summer of learning and discovering and rebuilding, there’s no small irony that Ginny and Hermione must return to Hogwarts to learn, discover, and rebuild. They stand on the platform on September the first with their respective boyfriends and share hurried, awkward farewell snogs and promise to send filthy letters — all while pretending the other girl isn’t doing the same. Together, they then make the doleful journey to the school that hasn’t been their proper home in ages, regardless of when they visited last. Together, they start a new-old life that’s both alien and familiar, both dull and soothing.

Ginny and Hermione grow closer too. As the days turn to weeks, Ginny wonders if they’re more compatible as friends now because Hermione’s finally loosened up just as Ginny’s started to take non-quidditch topics a bit more seriously. Living under Death Eater rule was roughly comparable to living with Tom in her head, but it nonetheless taught Ginny a series of valuable lessons about holding onto anger versus letting things go.

This too, perhaps, is why it takes until a Hogsmeade visit in October for Ginny to realize what’s missing — or more aptly, who’s missing.

Harry and Ron greet them just at the entrance of the Hogsmeade gates. Just like when they’d departed at the start of term, they each share awkward, hurried snogs of greeting and pretend they aren’t desperate for activities they can’t do in front of their siblings.

Ron and Hermione, however, seem to take this social norm as a suggestion rather than a rule. Ginny vaguely hears them shuffle off behind a shrub, and Harry takes the cue to lift her against him, duck-walk them across a path, and put her down in the shadow of the apothecary, all without breaking a kiss. He smells warm and fresh, like broom polish and soap and Harry, and she doesn’t mind at all when she feels extra definition in the arms that he uses to caress the small of her back. Ginny’s not sure how long they spend snogging, but when Harry pulls back with a choked moan, his glasses fogged, she’s equally sure she can’t see straight, either.

“I erm. I got you a present,” he manages, Adam’s apple bobbing.

Ginny thinks they’ve both underestimated how badly she wants him, though, because she immediately makes a joke about sex.

“I noticed,” she says dryly, brushing against the hardness pressing into her waist.

Harry chuckles. “That’s... a remarkably low bar to be considered a gift, Ginny. Someone should really talk to your boyfriend about giving you better presents.”

“Oh, so you’ve met my boyfriend!” she says brightly. “Brilliant, I was dreading the awkward introduction.”

Harry pulls back to clear his glasses with a quick Impervius. “Yeah,” he says fairly, examining the lenses in the light. “I mean, I wouldn’t call us friends, but I hear he’s quite talented.”

He slides his glasses back on and takes her hand. She has no idea where he’s taking her, but she doesn’t question his deliberate strides down the street.

“Mm,” she agrees, skipping a bit to keep up. “There are two main talents I can think of.”

“Oh?” Harry takes a distracted look around, like he’s searching for someone.

“First, coming back to life,” she says, giving his hand a grateful squeeze. Harry swallows and shoots her a soft, affectionate look from over his shoulder.

“And the second?” he deadpans, his green eyes darkened with lust. Even while turned on, he has the nerve to know she’s setting him up for a joke. Unbelievable!

As they come to a stop outside Three Broomsticks, Ginny decides to make it a good joke, indeed. So she arches a brow and plainly enunciates, “Of course, the second talent would have to be eating—“

“—HEY!” Ron’s voice booms as Harry chortles into his palm.

Ginny looks up, unperturbed, even as Harry falls to pieces. Ron and Hermione are standing a few meters ahead, each red-faced, each with their clothing askew. Harry rolls his eyes, but she knows exactly what he’s thinking: Just imagine how they’d look if she’d finished that thought. And they’d heard it.

Ron’s demeanor changes when he sees them… and for a split-second, Ginny’s afraid she has finished the thought, and he has heard her. As she and Harry walk closer, Ron loses his confident swagger, his face paling, his shoulders slouched; if Ginny didn’t know better, she’d say that her brother was thinking (very broadly) about the concept of her and Harry. Together. Because Merlin knows she’s seen that expression on his face more times than she can count.

But when the four of them are standing nearly toe-to-toe, Ron sets his jaw in grim determination and peers over at Harry. “Did you tell her?” he mutters, squinting in the dying sunlight.

Blegh.

Now Ginny’s the one feeling queasy. She knows it makes her a bloody hypocrite, but she can’t handle hearing her brother’s voice all deep and scratchy, like he’s been groaning and moaning and—

“Erm, we never got the chance?” Harry says weakly. The corners of his lips twitch. “We were... a bit busy.”

Ron makes a disgusted sound in the back of his throat as Ginny turns to Harry with narrowed eyes. “Tell me what?”

Harry shrugs. “Like I said, I got you a present.”

Ginny swats him on the chest. “I told you, I don’t need a present!” But then she drops her voice, leaning in to trail her finger along the seam of Harry’s jacket. “What I could use, though,” she murmurs, meeting his eyes, “is a good—”

“We have rooms at Three Broomsticks!” Harry blurts, loud enough for everyone to hear. Ron explodes with a swear and mutters something about “terrible fucking ideas,” and it’s not until then that the pieces in Ginny’s head slide into place.

Oh! She glances at the pub behind them, which suddenly seems far more warm and welcoming than she’d ever thought.

That’s… oh!

But wait, no, something doesn’t quite—

Ginny rips her head away from to peer over at Ron and Hermione, her eyes narrowed — and ahh, fuck, this whole this has been a sham! They definitely knew! She can read it on their bloody faces, can’t she, as they do that thing where they shuffle in place? For two people allegedly good at strategy, they’re shit at hiding when they’ve been caught bang to rights.

At least Ron has the decency to look a bit green at the gills as he peers in the direction of the pub, like he’s just realized — or perhaps just accepted — that Harry and Ginny are about to do what he and Hermione are about to do. Hermione, though, couldn’t seem more flush-faced and content, like she’s wearing her smugness as a badge of honor. Bloody morons, the pair of them…

Ginny turns back to Harry with a raised pointer finger, her mind filled with questions (How long did Hermione know? Was Ron really involved in this process… really? Should I get used to this during these weekends?) but before she can ask any of them, he cuts her off with a nod towards the pub.

“So erm... shall we?” Harry asks, his voice unexpectedly timid. Then he gives her that familiar sheepish grin as he rubs his hand on the back of his neck.

Ron makes another disgusted sound from behind them — which Hermione quickly soothes with a murmur.

And although Ginny would love to maintain an air of self-righteous indignation, she decides to let her boyfriend try this grand-gesture-chivalry-thing, after all.

________

The second they’re in the room, Harry shoves her against the door.

“Does McGonagall know?” Ginny demands with her last bit of brainpower as Harry’s mouth nibbles on her jaw. “Because I can’t... mmm... I imagine her being ok with—”

Harry replies with a startled laugh, but it seems the reminder of McGonagall has cooled his ardor a bit.

“Not unless you plan to tell her!” he says darkly, taking out his wand. “But fair point, this place could probably be more secure.” Then — with one jacket sleeve dangling from his shoulder, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, and a visible bulge pressing against his trousers — Harry proceeds to very stoically cast a series of charms around the room, his eyes flitting from corner to corner.

Ginny would laugh if she didn’t match his desperation.

“No, no, I’m not really worried about that!” She sinks down to the bed to toe off her trainers. “I was just wondering if you’d got permission for us to stay a bit longer, but you answered my question. Anyway.” She waves her hand dismissively and unbuttons her jeans. “Why are you so paranoid? Everyone and their mum knows we’re shagging, Harry. You can’t expect that to be a secret!”

He gives a humorless chuckle and casts the contraceptive charm. “Yeah, but knowing in theory is a bit different from seeing my pasty white arse on the front page of The Prophet.” He puts his wand on the bedside table and shrugs his shirt off the rest of the way. “Trust me when I say that I’ve seen some shit these past two months, Ginny — and I don’t mean dark shit. I mean like, middle aged women who somehow find me delectable!”

He shudders and he tugs off his jeans; Ginny wonders if he’ll ever accept what a fucking hero he is, but she answers her own question almost immediately: Of course he won’t. He never will. This is the man who saved the bloody world a few months ago, but never even thought to ask for permission to actually shag her overnight.

Ginny bites her lip as he finishes undressing. He’s heartwarming and ridiculous at the same time, isn’t he? Harry. This person who’s carelessly sexy and sloppy and perfect... this person whose idea of a grand gesture involves hatching a plan with her brother.

Then he lies down beside her with a timid smile that doesn’t match the arousal jutting out in front of him, and as he softly brushes the hair away from her face, Ginny will be damned if her heart doesn’t swell to a million times its size.

__________

He fucks her deeply, passionately... the type of shagging she knew she was in for when she first heard about his plan. It’s the type where he stares into her eyes and watches with breathless wonderment as he makes her come — twice. It’s the type where she feels his heartbeat with his pulse as he finally spills himself inside her with a strangled roar. It’s the type of shag that sets her nerve endings on fire and steals her breath and makes her feel a startling sense of connection... to the universe. To her body. To her soul.

But most importantly, to him.

To Harry. Her Harry... the one with the racing, reckless mind and loose grasp on authority and suddenly defined arm muscles that he uses to roll them over until she’s lying on his chest.

He came — and hard. She knows he came so hard that he’s scarcely breathing, so hard that his world is surely an array of pinpricks exploding in the darkness... but he’d never, ever be blind enough to forget about her. And as she lays there, her cheek pressed against his heart (the one that’s miraculously, somehow, still beating), a realization that’s been glinting at the edges of her mind slams into her like a ton of bricks: He hasn’t haunted her this year at all.

Ginny exhales on a shudder and bites her lip, but his warm weight keeps her from slipping. He anchors her to earth, this Real Harry... the one she’d ached for and pined for and craved, but not as a figment of a memory.

Her heart hammers, her pulse races, as she makes sense of it all. As she tries to come to terms with it. As she considers how to explain to her boyfriend that he’d once been everywhere (when he wasn’t happy), and how he’s now nowhere (when he is).

Harry gets there first.

“What’s wrong?” he rumbles, his hand coming up to stroke her hair.

A smile lifts her left cheek, still flush against his chest. What else can she do, really, but smile? “Nothing’s... exactly wrong.”

“Nothing exactly,” Harry agrees, threading a tendril through his fingers. “But seriously, Ginny, I know you a bit better than that by now.” He trails off with a chuckle that makes her head bounce, and she grins even more broadly; she loves the proof of him, the evidence he’s here.

“Erm, you do know we’ve shagged quite a lot, yeah? Enough times for me to know what’s normal with you — and what’s not.” He shifts his thumb to brush her jawline and clears his throat with an air of formal importance. “So. If you’ve got any complaints about my performance, I highly recommend you formally share those with the HR department before—“

“—Last year was fucking horrible,” she breathes, her eyes trained on the far wall.

The silence that follows is more deafening than if she’d shouted. In any other circumstance, she’d feel guilty for throwing at him without context. Now, though, she can’t stop... especially not when she hears his reassuring murmur. Not when she feels his hands grip her closer, wrapping around her middle.

And with that, it’s like he’s uncorked a stopper; every bizarre, mortifying thing she did to keep him alive suddenly spills over. “So I guess I... I guess I pretended I saw you everywhere at Hogwarts — even though I didn’t do it on purpose — because even for me, that would be a bit much,” she babbles, her thoughts only half-formed. “For some reason you were in all the places we used to snog, and also everywhere else, and I don’t know...” She trails off with a huff that ruffles the hair around her face. “It just... I didn’t realize until now that I haven’t done that this year and how fucking pathetic that was while you were gone, and—”

“Hey!” Harry interrupts, his arms gripping her waist more tightly. “Of all the things you are, love?” He kisses the top of her head. “Pathetic doesn’t make the list. Not even close.”

Ginny gives a delirious laugh and shifts until she’s propped on her elbow; she’s seized with the desire to see him, to prove (again) that he’s more than a memory. She’s not disappointed with what she finds. Harry’s put his glasses back on, but they’re lopsided and smudged and unmistakably human. His grin is lazy and warm, the type she couldn’t make up, not even if she tried. His eyes are roving over her chest, his jaw tense, as he attempts to take her seriously even though she’s naked.

“Anyway,” she adds, extending her finger to trail down his chest. “I guess it just hit me all once, that you haven’t, you know, been there. Even though I’ve missed you terribly.”

Harry arches a brow. “How terribly?” His hands start to dance up her side. “Please don’t spare the details, Ginny. A poor, lonely bloke needs something to go on.”

She rolls her eyes. “You know damn well how bloody terribly! How many pairs of knickers have I sent?”

Harry clucks his tongue. “Not enough, I’m afraid,” he laments, brushing the underside of her breast. Then he peers up at her, his face stretched into a grin. “After all, it’s hard to top the red ones.”

Ginny snorts before she can help it. Even though she’s naked — even though they’ve just shagged — she can’t help but feel vaguely abashed. “I still can’t believe I did that,” she mutters, running a hand down her face. “And more than once! For fuck’s sake, if my mother ever found out...”

Harry just laughs, shaking his head, but then something catches his eye behind her.

“Shit,” he swears, his eyes going wide, “is that really the time? We were supposed to be downstairs to meet them five minutes ago.”

He gives her a final, moaning kiss before he leaps to his feet and searches for his clothes. Ginny rolls her eyes again as she begrudgingly flings the blankets off. Even after all the time, he’s still more terrified of her brother than anything else...

“A lot of doors will open the moment you realize you’re Harry fucking Potter, you know,” she says archly, reaching for her bra. “You could even, you know, ask to properly spend the night with your girlfriend!”

Harry laughs from the corner of the room. “I do feel pretty terrible about shagging you and running off. But what can I say? You’re in school, and I’m training. It’s just not a good time.”

“Mmm.” She flips her hair out over her cloak and turns to examine herself in the mirror. She’s a bit pink in the cheeks, a bit bright in the eyes — but if you didn’t know, you wouldn’t necessarily know. At least that’s what she tells herself when she considers facing McGonagall later tonight.

“Will the next Hogsmeade visit be a good time, then?” she asks, raising her eyebrows. “Because a girl could get used to this, Harry.”

He shoots her reflection a surprisingly tender look before throwing his cloak on, too. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, darling. Assuming there isn’t too much drama at work.”

“Shouldn’t be,” Ginny says fairly, “so long as we keep those middle-aged witches at bay.” She smirks and turns around to eye the red patches on his neck. “I think I’ve thoroughly marked you, but you never know...”

Harry laughs and uselessly tries to run a hand through his hair. Ginny muses, not for the first time, that his unruly hair serves a purpose in times like these; no one can tell if he’s been shagged or not.

With that in mind, she turns to the door with a skip in her step — but she quickly discovers Harry’s not on the same page. He’s suddenly become a bit contemplative, a bit sullen. His brow draws in a grimace as he kicks the floor with his trainer.

“Erm… but seriously, Ginny,” he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I’m sorry you went through that last year.” He winces again, staring at his cuticles, before he turns to her with a shrug. “I’m glad I’m not there anymore, though. You seem… happier.”

“Definitely happier,” she confirms, taking a step forward. “Definitely. With real you.”

A ghost of a smile flits across Harry’s lips as he takes her hand. Ginny just leans into his warmth. Leans into him. Desperate to prove — again — how real he is.

“I’m quite fucking in love with you, actually,” Harry murmurs, eyes still focused on their joined hands. “Even if I can only show it by shagging you in hotel rooms every few months.”

He pulls back with a reluctant sigh, and when he peers at her again, his eyes are filled with so much love and devotion and compassion that she could cry.

If she were the sort who did that, of course. Which she’s not.

Right.

So Ginny pushes down the swell of emotion, the warring forces of pleasure and pain, the feeling of the past meeting the present… and opts to torture him, instead. She rises to her tiptoes, drapes her arms around his neck, and leans in to deliver the final blow.

“You only visit me when I touch myself,” she whispers, nibbling at the shell of his ear.

And in retrospect, Ginny will accept that Harry’s answering groan was 100% worth the snide looks she got from Hermione the rest of the night.

#harry/ginny #hinny fanfic #implied smut #anonymous prompt #harry and ginny

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thejustmaiden · 4 years ago

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Unfortunately, if Sunrise makes Sessrin canon, it won't bring much issue to them, the japanese fans love this ship, and in Japan there's this whole lolicon culture, 10 year old idols and schoolgirl pin-ups which are also accepted there. I still can't believe Japan doesn't see any issue with child grooming and exploiting underage girls, and seeing the series that put a mark on my childhood going through the same direction, makes me sad and concerned.

Howdy, nonnie! Happy weekend. 😚

Even though there are many Japanese fans out there who are antis like you and me, I'm well aware of the fact that there's an overwhelming number of fans there who not only celebrate this ship but are quite fanatical about it, too.

Of course I acknowledge that culture plays a role in how people learn to perceive certain relationship dynamics as they grow up. Their fans appear to think we're naive on that matter, but obviously we're more than familiar with Japan's infatuation with lolicon. Why else would we be so enraged over this ship in the first place? Because of shipping wars?! How many times must we repeat that this goes beyond petty fandom squabbles. This is about real life, and this is about protecting our kids and their future. Tell me, what could be more important than that?

What some of their fans fail to realize is that culture shouldn't be the only deciding factor we take into account when determining right from wrong. Culture isn't the ultimate form of defense either, and it's unethical to use it as an excuse to justify glorifying the sexualization of underage girls. It's ridiculous to believe that culture is "above our morals" so to speak, as if past and present cultures haven't tried to pass off messed up ideologies as mere differences of opinion.

At first glance it may not appear to some like it's a serious issue because "it's just fiction," which must mean people putting this content out there can get away with it then, correct? Oh, well sure they can since they've already been doing so for the longest time! The thing is just because it's "acceptable" and has been around forever doesn't make it right.

I urge you Sessrin shippers to please reflect on that for a moment and try and imagine what the future holds for our children if we persist in normalizing these harmful tropes where girls continue to be placed in highly inappropriate sexual contexts. How do you think putting a positive and romantic spin on a relationship like that will bode for them if they were ever to encounter a situation resembling it in real life? I know it's not exactly the image any of us want to picture, but can't you at the very least admit it's a possibility that a child/teen may potentially mistake a predator's intent as romantic because of what they've been exposed to in the media? I'm not saying that's proof every single child will be susceptible. But truly consider this: isn't one child risky enough?

It's engrained in girls at an early age, especially in places like Japan, that we are but visual appreciations for men AKA what you may know as the "male gaze." It's supposedly natural for men to look upon us women so it should be expected and even sought out. Phenomena like lolicon only take it further by romanticizing it and in turn validating this kind of predatory behavior in society.

Fiction has the power to remove all the questionable and ambiguous areas and focus on the super unrealistic flowery parts instead. But guys, just because a particular culture has found a loophole to portraying a relationship synonymous to real life grooming in a positive light does not mean they can and should get away with it. And especially when we got literal children watching!

Please please please read this short meta on this subject I'm addressing now. I recommend you read the comments section too, because there you'll hear from so many people who can relate with their own personal experiences. It's quite harrowing to see how many of us are out there.

This just goes to prove that it's crucial everyone understands this because we gotta start calling out the people responsible for this content and holding them accountable. That includes the authors, the screenwriters, the animators- you name it! We can't allow these sexualized images of young or pre-pubescent girls to be the norm anymore. I don't care how much it's a part of your tradition, because bear in mind that many immoral things were once tradition.

Now that you've read this far I want you to ask yourself this: Why do you think Rin- a character we've only ever known as a young girl in this series, mind you- is automatically associated with sex right off the bat? I mean, how do we know that she'll even be married or want to be married? Or hell, that she even likes boys?? What if she grows up and likes only women or perhaps both?! Or maybe she's not attracted to either!!

The point I'm trying to make is that we have absolutely no information on adult Rin, and she does not exist as far as we know. I hope she's alive, but what I meant to say is that I don't believe it's been officially confirmed that she's in the sequel yet. (Please correct me if I'm wrong though!) So the real question we should be asking ourselves right now is why are we so concerned with her love life? Why is this ever the only subject of importance in Rin's future? It's not for Sesshomaru but why is it for Rin? Don't you think it's sad that the first thing we as an audience associate a young girl around an older male figure with is sex and romance; like that's all she's good for and as if there's no greater purpose for her to serve.

We really oughta stop perpetuating these demeaning and inaccurate beliefs of what a woman's life should amount to. This idea that Rin doesn't want anything more than to be with Sesshomaru wherever he is no matter what completely diminishes her character to nothing more than ironically enough that little girl he once traveled with. Essentially the only reason you're aging her up is so she can have sex with him, but you still expect her to have no agency and follow him around blindly. A child may do that but not a full grown woman. Nope, not even in feudal times.

What that basically tells me is that you believe her character growth is non-existent and she's only in this story to serve Sesshomaru's plot and never her own outside of him. He needed to learn to think of others besides himself? Rin did that! He needs romance now? Well, that's what Rin is there for!! To satisfy his every need. Because apparently his character development only extends to her and her character's significance doesn't go beyond him.

Wow, such an honor to be reduced to nothing more than some pretty little sex object. But as long as Sesshomaru is happy then I suppose that's all that matters, right?

I could go and on, but best I stop. Lol Thanks again for the ask, nonnie. Here's hoping one of our favorite childhood memories will be salvaged! 2020 has already been shitty enough as is. 😆

#inuyasha #hanyo no yashahime #anti sessrin #anonymous asks #answered ask

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misssophiachase · 5 years ago

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Omg can you please do a klaroline sports stars drabble? :)

Hey nonnie :) Thanks for the prompt. My computer decided not to work this weekend so I’ve had to do this on my phone. Apologies for any formatting errors. This was fun, hope you like it :)

Fire and Ice

XXIV Olympic Winter Games- Beijing, China

Feb 1, 2022, Capital Indoor Stadium,

7:17am

“Nice form, love,” he murmured. She was leaning against the rink post practice and not expecting him to be there, let alone so close. His hot breath tickling her ear wasn’t helping matters.

“Are you spying on me again? Do I need to get my bodyguard to kick your ass?” She asked turning around and taking him by surprise.

He was dressed in his navy, Team UK uniform, and Caroline had to admit he did it justice. It didn’t hurt that the shade of his uniform matched his eyes perfectly.

“You and I both know that Lorenzo St John couldn’t hurt a fly.”

“I’m officially offended,” a familiar voice intervened, breaking their intense eye contact. “And what have I told you about calling me that, Niklaus?”

“Not to but I can’t help myself,” he smirked knowingly. “Especially when you feel the need to emulate my siblings when they’re not around.”

“Au contraire,” he argued. “Rebekah is on her way as we speak, your brothers not far behind.”

“That broomstick of hers certainly can go the distance,” he teased. Caroline couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“That’s not very nice,” he chided.

“If anyone is going to kick my ass it’s the wicked witch of the west, not you buddy.”

“We both know I could give you a run for your money, Mikaelson.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” he smirked, his left dimple making an unexpected appearance. “I suppose I should get to my training session so we can wipe the floor with your American teammates, Forbes.”

He was gone before she could defend the Men’s US Ice Hockey Team. He always was such an arrogant asshat.

“Why did you date him again?”

“Why must you remind me about my past indiscretions?”

“So you won’t repeat them,” he teased. “Although it seems like every time I turn around you’re rubbing up against each other like two very needy canines.”

“Yuck, Enzo! We were doing no such thing and, for your information, he approached me.”

“So, how do you explain that little incident in the elevator yesterday?”

Caroline blushed, unable to stop herself. One minute she’d been heading to training, the next her back was up against the lift wall and he was dangerously close to using those crimson lips in an entirely non innocent way.

Sometimes she hated that the attraction between them was so strong. It was like a curse. Given they lived on different continents their break-up two years earlier was easier but being thrown back together at the Winter Olympics was a distraction she didn’t need.

For Caroline the break-up was never about feelings, she still loved the idiot, but if she wanted to be the top figure skater in the word she needed to focus.

His recent reappearance was doing nothing to help matters.

“We were talking,” she spluttered unconvincingly.

“Yeah that’s how I talk to my friends,” he scoffed. “Look, Care Bear, you know me and Klaus go way back to Oxford University and I love him like an annoying brother but..”

“We need to stop talking.”

“Yeah if that’s what you call it,” he muttered. “I’m only looking after you both, it doesn’t help that you’re sports royalty and the media are well aware that you dated and are desperately hoping for an Olympic reunion.”

“Wow and I thought a gold medal was pressure enough,” she growled, her breath hitching in her throat as he effortlessly took the ice, hockey stick in hand. “Let’s get out of here before I freeze.”

“That look is anything but cold, Forbes,” he chuckled.

Olympic Village, 10:39pm

“Took your time, love,” he growled, pulling her inside his room and kissing her before she could speak.

His stubble tickled her cheeks as his lips explored hers. He smelled like soap and mint and she melted into him. He was warm and intoxicating and Caroline felt like she was floating.

She always did with Klaus.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, reluctantly pulling away. He kept his arms securely around her waist, a satisfied smile tugging at the edge of those crimson lips. “Enzo insisted on watching Legally Blonde and took ages to fall asleep. He’s like my very own guard dog. On another note, what are you wearing? Or not wearing?”

Naked except for a pair of grey, boxer briefs, Caroline was struggling to concentrate.

“You’re complaining?” She gave him a look which clearly said his arrogance wasn’t welcome. “I was taking a shower and then you knocked on my door, see my hair’s still wet.” He leaned in rubbing his cold locks over her face.

“Klaus!” He didn’t relent, finding her weak spot and tickling her mercilessly.

She attempted to wriggle free from his grasp and run away. He chased her around the hotel room and before too long they ended up limbs intertwined on the large couch.

“I’ve missed this,” he murmured into the crook of her neck. “I’ve missed you.”

Caroline sighed, knowing just how he felt. “I’ve missed us.”

“And just how good we are together.” His eyes were on hers now as his hands caressed her skin slowly. “Why did we break up again?”

“For our careers,” she replied, running her hands through his damp curls. “And yet here we are distracting each other right before the biggest moment of them.”

“I can’t quit you, love.” She smiled, despite the hurdles they faced. “Did you ever think that being apart isn’t doing us any favours professionally or personally?”

“Maybe, when this is all over, we reconsider our decision?” He didn’t reply but Caroline could tell he agreed by the way he was placing kisses along the length of her neck, his arousal rubbing against her teasingly.

Caroline stopped thinking, she just wanted to forget all about the competition right now and lose herself in him.

4:23am

Caroline couldn’t believe the time, she’d intended on going back to her room but had fallen asleep in his arms.

It wasn’t altogether surprising given how good they felt.

She haphazardly threw on her clothes and let herself out of his room. It was then that Caroline noticed a familiar figure walking towards her.

Hayley Marshall.

Her teammate but also her biggest rival. She mentally kicked herself for staying out past curfew.

“Fancy seeing you here,” she purred, a hint of triumph in those doe eyes.

Caroline didn’t bother responding, knowing there was no point in trying to appeal to her rival’s non existent sensitive side.

Not even five hours later and news of their late night rendezvous had found its way to the media. No doubt due to Hayley Marshall’s big mouth.

While the media was rejoicing in the possible reconciliation, her coach wasn’t. Caroline was put on strict curfew which meant no Klaus.

It didn’t, however, stop him sending cute, love notes via Enzo. She knew he was secretly a Klaroline shipper!

Fast forward two weeks and both Caroline and Klaus left with gold medals, their sacrifices for their careers worth it.

Well almost.

The King and Queen of the Ice made it official, marrying one year later with Enzo acting as celebrant.

It was only then that Klaus and Caroline knew their ultimate dreams had been realised. After winning multiple titles and medals between them they retired and had their very own hockey player and figure skater to continue the family tradition.

#thanks anon #klaroline drabbles #klaroline fanfic #misssophiachase #klaroline #my writing #fire and ice

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perriewinklenerdie · 5 years ago

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Night like this (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

Author’s note: Hello, hello, hello! I am so stuck in uni stuff that life is something I do in between classes. That means, that I don’t really get many chances to write… but when I do, I try :D

This is another one of the requests, send by a lovely Nonnie. Thank you so much, hope you like it <3

The request was sharing the bed for Ethan and MC and, well, it got my brain working again :D

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21006350

Enjoy! <3

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Naveen made a promise to himself. A promise to use all the time he had to take care of people closest to him, to help them and make sure they didn’t waste their time. The very first thing he decided to do after coming back to health was to organize weekends at his house. Once a month, he invited Ethan and Claire to stay with him, eat dinner, stay the night and see the morning by the water.

Both of them always agreed, with Ethan driving both them there and back to Boston. Ever since they both came back to the hospital, their relations haven’t been the easiest. The struggle to work and take care of their patients as best as they could, while trying to get over their lingering feelings was one of the most difficult things he ever had to do. Judging by the haunted look in her eyes when their gazes met across the room told him that it was hard for her too.

The atmosphere in the car wasn’t as tense this time. They both knew there were times in which they couldn’t say a word to the other without falling apart. That was not a case this time, though, cause the conversation was flowing so freely that they turned the music down, and then turned it off completely. The past week was hard and the mere thought of a weekend off was enough to make up for it.

“Did you see the face of that intern when you yelled? I must say, Rookie, I didn’t expect you to be able to do this.” he laughed, looking over to her for a split second before returning his eyes to the road.

“I’m taking care of your throat, so that you can talk normally. To your patients, to Naveen, to me… And what can I say, I had a great teacher when it comes to dealing with stubborn interns.” Claire teased, reaching over to pat his arm slightly, sending a trail of sparks up his hand and down her fingers.

“Not sure if I should be proud or offended.” He cleared his throat before responding, his grip on the steering wheel tightening a little.

“Definitely both.”

“I don’t think anyone is going to hold this against you. It’s been a long week, you’re tired and perfectly entitled to react that way. Just… a little secret…” he leaned towards her, keeping his eyes on the road, beckoning her closer to him. They met halfway through over the control panel, his breath brushing against the skin of her cheek as he spoke “… don’t do this too often or people will think that I have a bad influence on you.”

“People already think you have too big of an influence on me. Most of them are jealous, though. Or, at least, that’s what Naveen says.” She concluded, shrugging slightly.

“You’re talking to Naveen about me?”

“Oh, all the time. A few more of those conversations with him and I’ll know everything about you.” she spoke, gauging his reaction. As expected, alarm flashed in his blue irises, two lines appearing above his eyes. Almost as though she didn’t think about what she was doing, she reached once again, smoothing the skin on his forehead tenderly. His breath caught in his throat so briefly that she almost missed it. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll get wrinkles.”

“Sorry to break this to you, Rookie, but I already have wrinkles.” Their conversation morphed from being loose to being a playful banter, and he couldn’t say he minded. He didn’t. She was the only person that could bring out that side of him, make him forget about the cruelty and unforgiveness of the outside world.

“And they are incredibly attractive.”

Ethan didn’t know how to respond to that. He knew that she found him appealing, that much he could figure out from their time together. He would be lying if he said that he didn’t find think she was beautiful. But they were not in the position to speak about it, no matter how much they wanted to shout about it.

The rest of the ride went by with both of them steering away from the difficult subject. Naveen’s house came into the view and they both breathed a sigh of relief. He greeted them with a wide smile and cups of hot wine, as the temperature outside dropped, snow falling from the sky, covering the ground in a thick layer. Ethan carried their bags inside, refusing to let Claire do it on her own. Leaving it by the wall in the living room, he joined her and Naveen in the kitchen.

“Dinner will be ready in a bit. You two can prepare the table… and now I feel like a parent, talking to his kids.” Naveen joked, looking between them, then pointing towards the table.

Their moves were synchronized, in perfect harmony, as though they have been doing this together for years, understanding each other without words. Food made its way onto the table shortly after. Ethan pulled out her chair for her, helping her sit down before joining her and Naveen to eat. His fingers brushed against her shoulders, another round of sparks shooting right through them. Naveen noticed. Of course he did, but he chose to keep quiet, at least for the time being.

Evening turned into the night, alcohol making them just a little bolder, and conversations were moving through diverse subjects. Laughter filled the air, voices were raised with emotions and some tears were falling down their cheeks in hysteric fit of giggles.

“I can’t believe you told her that.” Ethan exclaimed, pretending to be hurt. Claire laughed, falling against him, her forehead pressed against his arm, her body shaking.

“She is just really persuasive.”

“I just offered to trade information.” She raised her hands in mocked defense. Ethan turned to look at her, his fingers itching to brush the lock of hair from her face. It was most likely alcohol that made him do it, his touch lingering a little longer than it should. Alcohol, or at least that’s what he told himself.

“And what exactly sis you offer?”

“A story of your heroic poker game in Miami.” Her voice wavered a little at the end, her mind flooded with memories. Ethan shifted in his chair uncomfortably, his body reacting at the mention of the first apex of his feelings for her. It felt like he has known her forever, when in reality, the night in Miami happened only a few months ago. He shook his head in disbelief.

“Seriously, Rookie, you’re walking on very thin ice.” He muttered under his breath and she scoffed, swatting his arm slightly.

“Oh, please, there are far worse things I could have said. Like that time when we broke into the-“ she started speaking, but before any words could expose them, he pressed his hand to her lips, his eyes telling her to be quiet. Naveen laughed, a small hint of an idea about just what happened between the two already forming in his head.

“You two are acting like kids.”

Both of them turned towards him, then looked at each other, leaning away like they got burned. Another laugh escaped Naveen’s lips as he clapped his hands.

“We’re not kids. It’s just… complicated.” Ethan mused, refusing to look at Claire again.

“Oh, I know. And I also know that you two are about to act like even bigger kids when I tell you, that my other guest room is in renovation, the couch is gone, as you can see, and that means that you two are sleeping in the same bed tonight.”

The room got so quiet that the pin dropping to the ground would be loud. Ethan turned to look at Claire with an uncertain look in his eyes, checking in with her. She seemed to be just as lost, and before either could say anything to the older doctor, he snickered, tapping his hand against the table, wished them a good night and left them alone.

“Do you-“ he started speaking, only to be immediately stopped by her.

“Don’t even think about it, Ramsey.”

Suddenly, they were sober, no trace of intoxication present. Both acutely aware of the situation they were in. Both fighting, with all they had, to keep their feelings at bay, to not fall right back to where they were. Ethan put on his mask, shielding himself from her, and she seemed to be doing exactly the same. Despite them both being friendly just seconds ago, the change in the balance caused them to put their defenses up.

The room was dark, the covers of the bed made and ready for them to get to sleep. Claire went into the bathroom without saying a word of even so much as looking at him, leaving Ethan by himself. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as all the air left his body, making him feel empty. He knew it was his idea to stay away from each other, and playful banter and harmless flirting didn’t do any harm, but this was different. They were about to spend the night together, in the same bed, with nowhere to hide or run, and it terrified him. He didn’t want to hurt her, he didn’t want to fight. Truth be told, he didn’t know what he wanted. All he knew was that he couldn’t bring himself to forget her and move on, she was just that potent to him, in every way possible. She got him addicted to her, and he didn’t want to go to rehab.

By the time she got out of the bathroom, he was already in bed, his chest bare, his body covered by the covers. Their eyes met for a split second before she looked away, laying down next to him, keeping as much distance between them as she could. The last light was turned off, the complete darkness accompanied the silence of the room.

He could feel her breathing, hear her breathing. The air was cold, the late November having its toll on the temperature in the room. He felt a shiver run through his body as he pulled on the covers to keep warm. Some tugging came from the side, but he didn’t pay much attention to it.

“Could you please not pull all the covers to your side? I’m cold too, you know.” She spoke with a low voice, no emotions except for annoyance.

“I have no idea what you mean, you have plenty of covers.” He responded without opening his eyes, lying on his back. She scoffed but didn’t say another word.

A few minutes went by and he thought she fell asleep. Nothing could have been further from the truth. All of a sudden, she moved, throwing the covers up from his body and positioning herself on top of him, her head in the crook of his neck, her hands moving the covers over both of them.

“Rookie, what the hell are you doing?” he exclaimed, keeping his hands away from her, not sure what to do.

“Maybe you’re not aware, but you stole all the blankets, and the night is cold. I tried to pull some back, but you didn’t budge, and I was not about to die of hypothermia. You either take it as it is, or you let me have more blankets.”

He hesitated. He knew he should have told her to move, told her he’d give her the blankets, all of them if she wanted. But he didn’t. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her steady against his chest, their body heat mixing, warming them up more than any blankets ever could on their own. He waited for her to react, waited for her to say anything, but she didn’t comment on it either, just fell deeper into his embrace.

The room was silent again, the only sounds were their breathing. Time slowed down, dragging mercilessly as he tried to fall asleep, but couldn’t seem to do it. He was too stressed, too awake, too distracted by her to focus on sleeping. Sudden movement made him all the more alert, the slightest of touches, a whisper of her fingertips on his chest. His breath got caught in his throat for a split second, his muscles tensing.

“Rookie.” He tried asking her what this was about, but didn’t get any answer.

“Rookie?” his voice gained a concerned edge, his grip on her tightening ever so slightly.

“Rookie-“

Her head snapped upwards as his head fell down, their eyes locking. Their lips were mere inches away from each other and the atmosphere got hot, intense. He heard her gasp softly, surprise spelled on her face. He thought about what he should do, what was the right thing to do, but everything was thrown out the window when her eyes dropped to his lips for just a second. This time, he didn’t hesitate.

His lips caught hers in a kiss that took his breath away, their eyes still locked. He stilled his movements, giving her a chance to back out. Except, she didn’t. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling on it as she dived into the kiss. Ethan’s arms wound around her tighter, his palms spread flat across her back, pressing her closer.

“Ethan… Ethan, wait… Ethan…” she tried talking but was stopped by his lips every time, making them laugh. She dug her hands into his sides, tickling him, making him let out a sound that bordered on a shriek.

“What is it?” he breathed heavily, nuzzling his nose against the line of her jaw. She smoothed his hair, brushing a lock out of his eyes.

“Nothing, just… what is this? What are we doing?” Claire asked, looking past and through all the layers of excuses and worthless words that didn’t hold any meaning to them. There they were, bare and with nothing to protect them from harm, asking for trust and willing to give that trust back.

“I- I don’t know. I don’t know who I am anymore. Everything I believed in changed when I met you. And I don’t want to go back to who I was before. All I know is that you are here, with me, and it couldn’t possibly be better.” He confessed, speaking the words that have been stuck in his head for the past couple of months, created in his mind during long, sleepless nights, after waking up from another dream about her. His voice was warm and soft, vulnerable and delicate, engulfing her like a blanket.

“Ethan…” she tried speaking, but her words betrayed her, leaving emptiness. Everything was lost, the only thing that stayed was him, everything he was to her. Everything he could be for her.

Claire pulled him back into her, kissing him like she wanted to do so many times. Rolling over, she pulled him on top of her, her arms wrapping around his neck, laughing as he stumbled a little, supporting himself with his elbow. The kiss was lighthearted and playful, slowly climbing towards something more. That kiss carried them into the darkness of the night, a beginning to many more, with the unknown and many more nights just like this one ahead of them.

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st-fandom-imagines · 5 years ago

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Halloween Surprise

Little nonny, thank you so much for this request, I had a lot of fun writing it and I feel like I could totally seeing something like this happening! I'm sorry it got so long, anyway I hope you like it and I hope I made your vision come to life. The prompt list is here if you need it to send requests!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Request- anonymous asked: You’re so great at writing!!! Can you do Steve x Reader 23, 30, 41, 68. I know it’s a lot but I thought they all fit the idea well but don’t worry if you can’t fit them all!! I’m picturing a Halloween party for the kids and Steve lost a bet to Robin so he has to actually dress up (maybe Dracula or Frankenstein some classic nerdy monster) and he’s screwed because Robin also invited his new crush to the party. (Female Reader is sweet and girly, you can pick her costume!) 23- “I immediately regret this decision.” 30- “Is that blood?” 41- “I’m not drunk enough for this.” 68- “This isn’t what it looks like.” ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ *Steve’s Point Of View* “I bet you can’t ask (Y/N) out next time you talk to her.” Robin dared me as as watched (Y/N) put the returned movies back on the shelf, putting them all in the correct spots. “Okay, you’re on. What’s the wager?” I asked Robin, believing in myself that I could ask the girl that I have been slowly falling for ever since she set foot into Family Video. “You win, I’ll find out if she likes you or not, that way you can talk to her with no fear of rejection.” Robin promised making me sigh knowing that if that was the pay off then the downside would be horrible. “You loose and I get to pick what your costume is for the Halloween party.” She smirked making me scoff, that was it? If I loose than a couple of kids get to see me dressed like a dork for a night? “Deal.” I confirmed, Robin and I shaking on it, just before (Y/N) walked over to us with an empty box. “So what’s next?” She smiled, looking at Robin for her next task and I just studied her, her smile, how sweet she was even to the rude people that came in here, a trait that I wish I had. “We were actually just talking about what our plans for the weekend, what are you up to this weekend (Y/N), got a hot date?” Robin asked making (Y/N) shake her head back and forth with a slight blush on her cheeks. “No, nothing like that. I think I’m just going to stay home, maybe watch a movie on Halloween. What about you guys?” She asked, her eyes locking with mine, making me clear my throat and ran a hand through my hair. “Yeah, hum, just gunna, uh, hand out candy…and well read?” I hated my answer as soon as it came out of my mouth, read? Really Harrington, idiot. I mentally punched myself as (Y/N) nodded with surprised eyebrows. “Didn’t know that you read, at least not unless you had to, good to know.” She smiled, trying to make my dumb answer have a reason behind it, god why does she make me so nervous? “I actually need some help with putting together some new displays, and I wanted to run something by you anyway, follow me?” Robin asked (Y/N) making her nod and shoot me a small smile and wave as she followed Robin to the back room. I threw my head back in defeat, as Robin walked backwards and mouthed “loser” to me with a big smile on her face. Wow I really messed that one up, now I can only wonder what costume Robin had in store for me. ** “I immediately regret this decision!” I yelled as I stood in my bathroom, Robin waiting for me in my room, to come out in costume. The kids asked me to hold a Halloween party for them seeing as they thought they were too old for Trick or Treating and I couldn’t say no, not after what we all went through this summer and last Halloween. Robin showed up to the party as a Russian soldier, a inside joke with the group, and as I dug deeper in this box for my costume I couldn’t help but groan at each piece that I was pulling out. Fake teeth, fake blood, a giant cape, hair gel?! Oh I was going to kill her. “Hair gel, Robin?! You want me to kill my hair as well as my Halloween?” I asked her through the door as I began getting dressed into my costume. “Dracula is classic, a ladies man, and he has an awesome cape. I went easy on you, dingus, just change and stop complaining, you lost.” She ranted making me nod even though she couldn’t see me, all I had to say was thank god (Y/N) wasn’t going to see me. ** I was finishing putting out the snacks for the kids, putting some drinks in the fridge for Robin and I as the doorbell rang. “Oh, I’ll get it! I invited someone, I hope you guys don’t mind.” Robin jumped up from the couch, telling all the kids, making me look up out of pure confusion. All the kids were here, Nancy and Jonathan were on a date so it wouldn’t be them and all the kids parents were happy that they were out of their hair for a night. Besides, Robin was only friends with me and (Y/N)… shit, (Y/N). As the door opened, I saw (Y/N) walk in, El and Max running over to her to hug her, Dustin looking back at me, knowing about my crush on (Y/N). She was dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, a movie I use to watch a lot as kid. She looked amazing, her hair in two braids, her blue and white checkerboard dress, her ruby red heels, she even brought her family dog in a little basket, it’s like she walked right out of the movie. I turned around and put my forehead on the fridge. “I’m not drunk enough for this.” I mumbled, opening a beer, taking swig before Dustin walked over to me in his Marty McFly costume from Back to the Future. “You are so screwed.” He commented making me look down at him. “Yeah, no shit. If (Y/N) didn’t like me before Dracula, she certainly won’t like me now.” I grunted taking another sip of my beer. Robin set me up, she knew I would take the bet if she left out one detail of (Y/N) coming to the party. I just sighed as I looked at (Y/N) with all the kids, hugging each of them, letting the girls play with the puppy while she complimented the boys costumes. She looked up between talking to Lucas and Mike, locking eyes with mine. “Shit, go back over there.” I pushed Dustin back towards the living room, as (Y/N) walked my way, her heels clicking on the tile. “Nice costume, Dustin. I love that movie.” She smiled making Dustin nod his head towards me. “So does Steve, he helped me with the costume.” He proudly stated, making me smile at him trying to earn me some cool points back. Her smile lit up a room, her personality making me weak the knees. She wasn’t like every other girl, I wanted to keep her safe, to hold her, to have conversations with her, deep ones, I wanted to know everything about her. “Is that blood?” (Y/N) panicked once she reached me, and I both nodded and shook my head no at the same time. “It’s fake blood, so yes, it’s blood but it’s not real.” I explained making her nod and let out a breath. She looked me up and down before smiling at me, making my heart race. “Dracula, huh?” She perked making me nod while taking another sip of my beer. She was about to say something else but I cut her off. “I think the kids wanted to watch a movie, maybe order some pizza, want to help me pick the movie? They always fight on what to watch so I just end up picking.” I offered making her nod with a big smile, more than eager to help me. That was the first time I didn’t sound like a complete idiot while talking to her, maybe this beer was helping me, or maybe Robin planned this all along. ** (Y/N) and I ended up picking E.T., a movie that wasn’t going to freak the kids out but was still entertaining enough that they would get bored. As (Y/N) and I sat next to each other on the couch, I couldn’t help but graze my hand against hers, it was taking every thing that I had not to intertwine our fingers. The doorbell rang, startling us all, (Y/N) getting up from the couch to get the door. “El want to help me?” She asked the girl sitting in front of her, El and (Y/N)’s relationship was a lot like mine and Dustin’s and that just made me fall for her more seeing how she was with her. Once El thanked the pizza guy and they carried it all inside, I saw Robin follow the pair into the kitchen, my curiosity peaked at the trio I got up from the couch to see if they needed any help. *(Y/N)’s Point Of View* When Robin asked if I wanted to go to Steve's Halloween party, I was hesitant at first. I liked Steve, a lot but he didn't seem to like me too much which is his choice, but I didn't want to make things awkward. Robin assured me that Steve wanted me to come so I agreed, not having set plans for that night anyway. I used a costume that my mom had made and wore when I was younger while I dressed up as the good witch, I remembered how much I loved her costume and thought it would fit me, perfect enough, it did. The whole day, I was excited, excited to see Steve and all the kids in costumes, excited to have a fun Halloween. When I got to the house, the kids all welcomed me with warm smiles and hugs, Max and El especially. Steve was quiet, a little distant but what's new with him? I thought him asking me help him pick a movie was a good start but the whole time while we were watching, he didn't do or say anything. So when the pizza got there I knew I could get away from the confusing mess that this party was. I asked El to help me because she was my little side kick, my partner in crime and Robin must have followed us into the kitchen. "He didn't want me here, Robin. He has barely said two words to me." I whispered, not wanting anyone to hear what I was saying. El held my hand as she saw me begin to tear up. "Friends don't lie." El said looking at Robin making me cock an eyebrow, what was she talking about, what was Robin lying about? "Okay before you freak out, Steve and I made a bet that if he could ask you out, I would find out if you liked him or not, if he couldn't then I got to pick his Halloween costume, I just didn't tell him that I invited you to the party because I know if I did he just would have spazzed out more. This isn't what it looks like, he likes you, he just doesn't know how to talk to you without being a puddle of a human being" Robin confessed making Steve clear his throat from the doorway, making me turn around to dry my tears, hoping that he didn't see them. "Talk to him." El said before letting go of my hand and walking out of the kitchen, taking Robin with her. I took a breath before turning around to see Steve leaning against the door frame. I didn't say anything, I just started to plate some of the pizza for the kids. When I went to grab another slice, I felt Steve's hand on mine and I looked up, our eyes meeting. "Why were you crying?" He asked softly making me shrug and sniffle. "Robin asked me here under false pretenses." I responded and he just sighed, taking the pizza out of my other hand and turning me towards him. "I do want you here, I just didn't want you to see me dressed like this. I was excited to see you walk through that door, looking beautiful like always, I just didn't know you were coming, let alone that you came because you thought I liked you, which I do, I just- you make me nervous, you are smart and sweet and the prettiest girl I have ever seen and you deserve better than me." Steve poured his heart taking me by surprise. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation, he scoffed as I laughed, and I started shaking my head, trying to make him understand that I wasn't laughing at him. "I'm sorry, I just- we both like each other but we were both too scared to say anything but when we did, you are dressed Dracula." I giggled out causing Steve roll his eyes and taking his fake fangs out, making him look a lot more like himself. "I love your smile, your laugh, everything about you." He swore, cupping the side of my face, making me smile even harder. "Just shut up and kiss me, Steve." I wished and he smiled before connecting our lips at my request, this was certainly not the Halloween I was expecting.

#stranger things #stranger things season 3 #stranger things season 2 #stranger things season 1 #robin stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #dustin henderson #eleven #mike wheeler #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #will byers #stranger things imagine

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hiiii i really love your blog and i may or may not have spent the weekend binge reading your posts.... 😂 anyway i’ve had a kinda shitty day and i was wondering if you could maybe write something with james x regulus? if not that’s totally fine haha thank you!!!!!!

Hi nonny! I’m pretty sure this ask is like years old and I’m really sorry it took me so long! You probably don’t even follow me anymore but if you do I hope your days have gotten better! But either way here’s a little something for you:

***

“Oi, Jamie,” Sirius said, poking his head into James’ room. “Just a reminder that my brother is coming to visit for the weekend.”

James groaned. “Sirius, no!” he complained, shutting his chemistry book. “You’ll disappear with Remus for the entire weekend and I’ll be stuck babysitting your brother, who I’ve never even met!”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “First of all, Reg is only a year younger than us, you won’t be babysitting anyone. Second of all, we’re all going to a party at Mckinnon’s tonight so you won’t be stuck alone with him the whole time.”

“Just part of the time?”

Sirius shrugged. “I mean I’ll do my best…”

“God, you’re the worst fucking friend,” James grumbled, opening his chemistry book back up and attempting to cram for his test later that day.

“Oh and Jamie?”

“Yes?

“Don’t be a prick, alright?

Sirius ducked out of the way as a chemistry book went flying towards his head.

***

“Honey, we’re home,” Sirius sing-songed as he arrived back from picking Regulus up from the train station. James sighed and got out of bed, figuring he might as well try to be nice to the intruder. It wasn’t that James was opposed to people visiting for the weekend, it was just that Sirius and Remus were attached at the hip, and James hadn’t been making any progress with Evans. He knew it was selfish, but he hated other people being happy when he was fairly miserable. The last thing he wanted to do this weekend was hang around some snotty-nosed younger sibling.

He stepped out into the hallway and saw the Black brothers together for the first time. It wasn’t hard to tell they were related, same inky black hair, same impossibly high cheekbones, matching grey eyes. But where Sirius was all rough edges and rock and roll, Regulus was all smooth and posh. Unlike Sirius, who kept his hair long and shoulder length and a decent amount of stubble on his face, Regulus had his hair styled, cut short on the side and long on top to fall into his eyes in a very chic way. He was also clean-shaven and James could only imagine he had all kinds of fancy potions and after-creams to give him that effect.

“Hello,” Regulus said, holding his hand out to James, already being ever so polite. “You must be James. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” James said, making the handshake a little rougher than was strictly necessary.

Sirius grinned broadly and threw his arms around each of their shoulders, drawing them close to him. “My two brothers, together at last!”

“Gerroff,” James growled, shoving Sirius away and into Regulus.

Sirius shrugged and hugged Regulus more thoroughly. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

Regulus blushed, his eyes meeting James and then darting away quickly. “Yes, you kept saying on the ride over here.”

James snorted. “I’ll put some tea on.”

***

The party was already in full swing by the time they’d gotten there. Marlene lived in a flat off campus with a few other girls and even though it was bigger than the dormitories, it still couldn’t really fit the amount of people currently occupying it. Just moving around the party was like swimming through jelly. James had spilled at least a cup and a half of beer on himself just from trying to navigate the party.

As predicted, Sirius ditched them the moment they got to the party and he found the familiar head of his favorite tawny-haired nerd. James hadn’t exactly been keeping the closest eye on Regulus since then but he was slightly alarmed when he realized Reg wasn’t close by. “Fucking great,” James mumbled to himself, trying to finish his drink just as someone knocked his elbow and the entire contents of his red solo cup splashed over his face. “Fuck this.”

James edged his way towards the door and somehow managed to get it open. Getting outside was a relief, being able to smell something other than booze and sweat. He shoved his glass up to the top of his head and lifted his shirt up to wipe his face clean. When he replaced his glasses, he noticed a figure in his periphery. He turned his head to find Regulus leaning against the building smoking a cigarette. He looked a bit like an ad from a magazine, the way his leg was bent so his foot could rest against the wall behind him, his face tilted back to reveal the pale expanse of his neck. James swallowed thickly. He was absolutely not going to fancy his best mate’s little brother. Regulus was Off Limits.

James walked down the front steps of the building and stood in front of Regulus. “Does Sirius know you smoke?” he asked, raising a judgmental eyebrow at the younger man.

“Is it his business?” Regulus countered, taking a long drag from his ciggy and blowing it intentionally in James’ face in a very obvious fuck off.

James waved his hand in front of his face to clear the smoke and exhaled loudly in disapproval. Christ, he sounded so much like his dad. “You’re nothing like what I imagined.”

“Yeah?” Reg said, flicking ash onto the ground below. “What were you imagining? A toddler?”

James shrugged. “You hear the words little brother and you’re not exactly what people picture, alright?”

“Sirius never showed you a picture of me?” Regulus asked, sounding a little hurt by the prospect.

“He has,” James said quickly, not wanting to give Reg the wrong idea. Sirius actually talked about him a lot, constantly worrying about Reg being stuck at home with their awful parents while Sirius was at University. At least next year Reg would be joining them and Sirius could stop being so concerned all the bloody time. “I just think most of the pictures he’s shown me were from when you were a lot younger. Still had your spots.”

Regulus smiled and took another drag. “He’s shown me pictures of you too,” he said, his smile becoming a little more sinister. “The one when you fell asleep drunk and he glued the deer horns to your head.”

James groaned in humiliation. “The next time I see Sirius he’s a dead man!”

Regulus laughed and dropped his cigarette, sliding his designer shoes over it to put it out. “What are friends for, right?”

“Yeah,” James said, trying not to sound sad as he said it. He was happy for Sirius and Remus, he really was. The first few months of Uni had been torture, watching Sirius and Remus dance around each other, both clearly interested but not saying it. It had been a relief to see them finally get over their shit and get together. But that didn’t mean James didn’t miss the old days of the three of them being friends, not that they weren’t still friends, but things had changed.

***

Sirius, of course, went over to Remus’ after the party, leaving James to get Regulus set up on their beat up old sofa. He pulled out the only spare blankets they had, just a thin sheet, and did his best to make it look comfortable. He showed Regulus how to work the telly, in case he wasn’t ready for bed, and then disappeared into his own room.

His curiosity got the best of him and he found Regulus’ instagram fairly easily. He thanked his lucky stars that it wasn’t a private account because having Reg know that he was looking was a bit too embarrassing. He began scrolling through the pictures and felt his mouth go dry. Reg knew how to take an amazing photo. James stared in disbelief that the same guy that was currently on his shitty sofa, watching what sounded to be That 70’s Show, could be the same person in these photos.

His eyes were glued to the screen as he swiped through picture after picture, his body heating up in response. Not good, he thought, trying and failing to remind himself that this was Sirius’ younger brother. Kill me now.

He was just about to slid his hand under the covers and do something about the ache between his legs when the door to his room opened. James dropped his phone in surprise and sat up, hoping he wasn’t tenting the blankets in an obvious way.

Regulus made his way over and slipped into James’ bed without asking. James stared at him, his throat working to try and swallow, and he watched in horror and Reg made himself comfortable.

“What are you doing?” James asked, his mind racing, trying to think of anything to make his erection go away.

Regulus shrugged. “It’s freezing and your sofa is a piece of shit.”

“Then go sleep in Sirius’ bed,” James said, dragging his hand over his face. This could not be happening to him.

“It would still be freezing,” Regulus rationalized, sinking further into the blankets. “This way we can share body heat.”

James stared at him incredulously.

Regulus sighed. “Don’t be such a baby, James. Just think of it as survival mode, right?”

James nodded and got back under the covers, taking care that no part of him was touching Regulus. “Good night,” he said awkwardly, his eyes wide open. He didn’t think he’d be getting much sleep.

“Good night.”

***

James woke up feeling good. He was warm and comfortable, and except for the arm he was sleeping on that had gone numb, he felt wholly relaxed. It took a moment for his brain to clear the fog and realize that he was spooning Reg. His nose was pressed against the nape of Reg’s neck and they were slotted together from that point of contact down to their feet. James’ crotch was pressed against Reg’ bum and Christ there was no way he couldn’t feel how hard James was.

Regulus began to stir, his body shifting and James’ hand flew up and grabbed him by the hips to still him. Reg turned his head and smiled wickedly. “Problem, Potter?” he teased, moving his hips just to be a little shit.

James ripped himself away and tore the covers off, heading into the bathroom. He turned the water to as cold as he could stand it and stood under the spray. Not good, he thought having a crisis right there in the shower. Sure, he’d been attracted to blokes before. This wasn’t a sexual identity crisis because James was bi and proud and would kick the shit out of anyone that had a problem with that.

The issue was that this was Sirius’ brother and James was fairly certain Sirius would never forgive him. And more importantly Regulus was only there for the weekend. There was no point to be getting all hot and bothered about it. Except that next year Reg would be at this school with them. Shit, James was so utterly and completely fucked.

Once he’d calmed down, he stepped out of the shower and slung a towel around his waist. He ventured out into the hallway and found Regulus waiting for him. “Have a good cold shower, did we?” he asked, his eyes shinning knowingly.

“Fuck off, Reg,” James growled, pushing past him towards his room.

“You liked one of my pictures,” Reg said to James’ retreating back.

“What?” James asked, spinning around, droplets falling from his skin onto the floor.

Regulus took a step towards him but didn’t close the distance between them any further. “Last night, you liked one of my pictures on Instagram. That’s why I came into your room. I thought maybe you had done it on purpose, but I guess it was just an accident, huh?” Regulus laughed awkwardly and scratched at his eyebrow idly.

James processed what Reg had just said, trying to get past his mortification at having done something so stupid, and went right to Reg coming into his room after knowing James was stalking him online. “So last night…” James started, trying to think of the night words. “Just what were you hoping for?”

“I don’t know,” Reg responded, staring at the floor. “Something like this morning except without the part of you running away like a frightened deer?”

James stepped closer, bridging the gap between them a bit. “Why?” he asked, reaching out and tugging Regulus closer by his sleep shirt. Reg stumbled a bit but went willingly. “You don’t even know me.”

Regulus blushed prettily and ducked his head down. “I feel like I do,” he murmured softly. “On his visits home Sirius would talk about you constantly. You were almost like – fuck – like a fairytale character to me. I kept pressuring Sirius for a visit because I wanted to meet you. God, you must think I’m a stupid little kid with a crush. Please, don’t say anything to Sirius about all this. He’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

“Then how will I tell him we’re dating?” James asked, smiling mischievously.

Regulus shook his head. “Please don’t take the piss right now,” he begged softly. “I don’t think my ego can handle it after this morning.”

James cupped Regulus’ chin and forced the younger man to meet his gaze. James smiled kindly and traced Reg’s full lips with his thumb. “I wasn’t taking the piss. Although I should probably warn you that I am a bit of a cock-up. I don’t think dating me will be the fairytale you imagined.”

Regulus bit James’ thumb playfully. “I don’t care,” he said, smiling at James. “Even the beast had some good qualities.”

“I notice you’ve cast yourself as beauty in the scenario.”

“You don’t think I’m pretty?” Regulus said, batting his eyelashes.

James chuckled. “I think you’re gorgeous,” he said honestly, “And also trouble.”

Regulus grinned. “You don’t mind a bit of trouble, do you, James?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“Not at all.”

#jegulus #i write things #background wolfstar #university au #I've been writing a lot of those lately #long post #fluff #I actually wrote something where they don't kiss #it feels wrong

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migleefulmoments · 5 years ago

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Ooh new wedding pics for them to rant over. Honestly if you're going to have a fake wedding why would you blow hundreds of thousands of dollars on a lavish destination event coordinated by a top of the line event planner and thoroughly document it with a bazillion photos? No one puts that much time/effort/money into a fake wedding. Also yes, the PHOTOGRAPHER is going to POST PHOTOS from the wedding, just like she does of all her other gigs. It's how professionals market themselves.

Indeed why would one go to the effort of putting in so many personal details to a fake wedding? They wouldn’t. They would have had an LA event where they would have invited all their celeb friends to get more exposure.

I can’t with the ccer’s claims about “Promotion”. YES, people will post photos of celebs to get promotion-that is how advertising works. Abby and Nonnie’s claims that everyone signed an NDA made me laugh because clearly, they didn’t. If everyone signed NDAs and both their friends and their vendors posted photos during the wedding and Darren has no power here- that makes Darren the biggest twit out there.

Once again Abby- Weddings are not private events. They are often quite public events and the majority of people share photos on social media. One’s wedding day the kind of day you want to celebrate with others and photos of their wedding attire or videos of their reception are the perfect moments to share with the public. The couple is able to keep personal moments private and fans feel like they shared so much.

ajw: Have we officially seen all of the wedding photos now? I think were previously unreleased. Thank good, now i believe it was real, thanks Katie

flowersintheattic254 You got me Katie. Now I’ve seen JeffJ there I’m more convinced than ever (Also Chuck was seen grinning from ear to ear where is your correction on the trope that Chuck was barely there or unhappy).

leka-1998 Wow. I could not be more convinced, 19683rd photo’s the charm. It’s not always easy to forget nightmares either. Black and white though, I can think of a reason why I’d like that to be fitting. ((The pics aren’t intended to convince you of anything but for their friends to celeb a couple they love and a weekend that was special. In fact, I am 100% sure that Katie Edwards doesn’t give a shit about Leka, Flowers, or Abby).

klaineownsmysoul Talk about milking something for all it’s worth. Thanks for making hisbirthday about them. JFC. We can’t get anything that’s just about him anymore. This just reminds me that her dress is a laughable disaster and he’s a really good actor who knows when there’s a camera around. Please go away now. (Somebody upset to see a photo of Mia and Darren looking super happy?).

chrisdarebashfulsmiles I know i shouldn’t but I’m laughing. All these efforts to make stans wet and make us saying something. Ab, RR and Beard just try to use the analytics tools to see that nobody cares about her as a wife and that revealing that she’s a beard would make her actually famous. C'mon. I swear you are annoying with the same shit every day. (I have no clue wtf you are trying to say here. Make stans wet? Why would anyone be wet over his wedding photo? I’m pretty sure that of all photos of Darren, his wedding pic would be the last one someone would wank to. Analytic tools? huh? This was nothing more than a wedding planner/photographer wishing happy birthday to someone she worked with. Funny that you all posted “happy birthday” posts to him and you have never met him but when someone who knows him does the exact same thing, you guys attack.)

ajw720 I wonder if Katie wishes all the brides and all the grooms she takes pics of a happy birthday? (You DID the same thing- you wrote him a HB post and reblogged a dozen others)

sandandfoamworld When you have to sell something, you need to make it credible even if what you are selling is utter shit and you know it.

To make said utter shit credible, you need to push and pull to show that even if it is utter shit, somehow it can work.

When you keep pushing and pushing and pushing but forget to pull every now and then, it means that you are trying way too hard, therefore it is not credible, therefore you will not sell it and you will also lose your credibility as a seller, because not only you tried to sell utter shit, you also failed at it (This is hilarious! more sanctimonious arrogance when nothing they believe is verifiable)

anonymous asked: Any celeb photographer would have signed a 100 nda to not release any photos.. except of course in th case of d.. in this case she must have been paid to release photos...

Not to mention. Ever guest would have signed an NDA. But we’ve seen literally a hundred. Posted by the photographer and half the guests. And copious amounts of video. It’s insanity and so far from reality it’s unreal. And a year later it still doesn’t sell. But they have products to promote as nearly every aspect was a paid ad. And these are indisputable facts.

But they are private right nonnie?

klaineownsmysoul Huh. I don’t remember a new batch of photos being released on M’s bday last fall. She didn’t want to wish the bride a happy bday and thank her as well for making her year? I’m just shocked. Why in the world would single out D’s bday and not M? Is it because he’s the half with the career and followers and she can promote this farce to her advantage this way? No. That couldn’t possibly be it. It must be something else. (YES, IT IS BECAUSE HE’S FAMOUS. This is just plain old advertising 101. You promote your business by showing the best instances of your work and if you have photographed a celeb that- is even better. Everyone likes to use the vendors that celebs used. Katie posts several wedding pics a week and she tags the couple. I don’t see Darren’s b’day mention so that must have been a story which means it was something she didn’t intend to save. I am not sure how Katie’s post is any worse than Abby’s yearly “Dear Darren” letter)

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