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rorywritesjunk · 1 year ago

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Buggy the Ultimate Dad

Here's more on my headcanons about Buggy being a dad. I had fun writing this a few weeks ago. I have no definitive idea where any of these kids fit into canon at this point. In some way you could look at it that Buggy and his lady started having kids real young so that would put Lil Buggy about 16ish during Orangetown, but like, that takes the fun out of the one shot I have for her that I'm going to post next.

Enjoy!

Lil Buggy is a literal copy of her dad. Hair, nose, facial expressions, and even attitude made you wonder how you birthed his clone. Once Lil learned to talk she would mimic whatever Buggy said when he ordered the crew around. Yes, even swearing, though it was cuter when an 18 month old swore than when Buggy did.

Mae was just as feisty as her sister but didn’t start talking until she was almost three. You, Lil, and Buggy had to rely on her facial expressions and made up sign language to know what she wanted. There were days as she got older when she wouldn’t talk and would fall back on using the sign language you all created, and at that point the whole family knew it.

Cherry was more like Lil than Apple. She enjoyed being at her father’s side whenever he was working with the crew, and he had no problem having her on his shoulders while ordering the crew to fire cannons at any unsuspecting ships. (Mae and Lil were always by his side and you worried for their hearing so you insisted on at least the three girls wearing ear plugs when this happened, Buggy didn’t care too much for himself)

Apple was the opposite of her three sisters. She would rather have a book in her hands than a sword, and before she could read she would bring a book to you or Buggy when she wanted to be read to. Every time she went to Buggy he was in the middle of something, but he couldn’t say no to her asking so he would stop whatever it was to sit somewhere and read to her.

Heck, Buggy couldn’t really say no to any of the girls. Three of them were his little Mini-Mes, and when they looked up at him with big, pleading eyes he would cave. (Mae actually felt left out not looking like her sisters and often put a red dot on her nose so she could fit in. (Buggy may have cried to you about that))

Rain’s favorite thing to do was organize things. Toys lined up in a row, books organized by their height on the shelf, and she even got into Buggy’s makeup and organized it all by colors. He was absolutely horrified when he found out because he had his own system to how it was all organized! You managed to keep Buggy from having a meltdown and he decided to look into some kind of playset for her that would let her organize and reorganize things to her little heart’s content.

Bow always initiated the tea parties. All the girls liked having them with their dad (you were included at times as well! You weren’t left out of these events), but Bow loved having them. She wanted everyone to dress up and drink the pretend tea while she served them, pretending to be a little host while walking around their makeshift tables and chairs, offering more tea or cookies.

After six daughters, Buggy proposed to you, and while you wanted something small and intimate, this was Buggy the Clown. It was flashy, loud, with fireworks going off and all kinds of excitement. He cried, you cried, and the girls had fun.

Pumpkin likes to be involved in everyone’s business. Even if she’s not asked she somehow worms her way into whatever her parents or sister’s are doing. She becomes good at reading people because there are times they don’t want her involved so she picks up on when she needs to leave them alone, but sometimes when her sisters or parents are upset and they insist they are fine, she won’t leave them alone because she wants to make sure they’re okay.

Crash is the human embodiment of a chaotic child. Buggy thought his oldest was bad, Crash was born during a damn storm on the ship. She had no fear of anything and countless times had to be stopped from eating gunpowder, Buggy’s makeup, your jewelry, and her sisters’ things. Her favorite thing to do was pull on Richie’s tail. She grows up to be rather fearless, has no problem telling someone they’re stupid or wrong, and will stand up for what she believes in.

Nine months after Crash’s first raid, she is probably the most excited about having a baby brother join the crew. Despite being the Chaos Child (the nickname her sisters gave her), Crash is incredibly gentle with Baby Bear. He grows up under her watchful eye, which her parents are a little grateful for because after those eight daughters, they are tired. (Though they are very much the parents and never expect or ask Crash to do anything, for him, she just does it because she loves her baby bro)

Bear looks just like you. No traces of his father are seen until gets into an argument with his dad at the age of five over naptime, then you both saw Buggy’s angry face crossover his cute little face and well, he was Buggy’s son.

Bear learns to Respect Women. He drinks the juice from the moment he was born until he’s 14 and on his first raid with his dad and sisters (you really didn’t do the piracy thing anymore, you just helped with the daily tasks on the ship at that point). Some asshole made a comment about his sisters, all eight of them, and he had no problem headbutting the jerk in the face and kicking him in the crotch.

You were absolutely done having kids. No more after Bear, and Buggy was fine with that. He was happy that his kids survived life on a ship up until adulthood.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #buggy headcanons #one piece headcanons #opla buggy x you

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mycurrent-hyperfixation · 1 year ago

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Dance With Me, Baby (Locklyle Fic)

Summary: Lucy doesn't listen one too many times and it leads to a situation she did not expect to end up in.

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Word Count: 1.9k

Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x Lucy Carlyle

Tags: fluff, pining, angst

Warnings: Mild spoilers for the books!

A/N: Another Locklyle fic for this lil fandom. Thinking of maybe doing a part 2 so let me know what you think.

Unfortunately, Lucy could remember every excruciating detail of the series of events that had led to her current situation. And it had all been her fault.

It had started a few weeks ago, when Lockwood had whisked through the door with a swish of his coat and a grin on his face. Lucy and George had been in the kitchen; George making the tea, and Lucy trying against all hope to ignore the Skull’s incessant nagging. Having given up on trying to persuade Lucy to let him out of the jar, he had instead tried a new approach.

“Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out…”

Even Lucy had to admit that it was certainly an effective tactic, for she had never wanted more than to hurl that jar – skull and all – straight out of the top floor window. Normally, Lucy would have just twisted the lever on the top of the jar to stop the Skull’s never-ending torment. But it just so happened that that very week, George had managed to get the lever stuck open during one of his infamous experiments on the Skull. The experiment had included a bath, a large bottle of resin and the house’s only pasta strainer. What exactly had occurred, Lucy had no interest in knowing.

Either way, Lucy had come to discover that a ghost truly never needed to sleep nor required to pause for breath. It was safe to say she was at her wits end when Lockwood came bouncing into the kitchen.

A twitch had developed in Lucy’s eye over the previous few days, partly as a tick from her constant state of annoyance and partly a product of her complete lack of sleep. She tried desperately to get it under control as Lockwood talked. Thus, between her preoccupation with her twitch and the Skull’s persistent chattering, the only words she heard from Lockwood that afternoon were “party” and “invited”. And whilst this would normally be enough to pique her interest to listen further, the only thing she cared about in that moment was finding somewhere in the house to put the Skull where his voice could not reach her.

It was only that night when Lucy finally got some peace and quiet after her and George had managed to drown out the Skull’s talking. They had wrapped it in a silver net, put it into another silver case and surrounded said silver case with three sets of iron chains. The words from Lockwood’s conversation that afternoon floated dully through her head, but she was too focused on making it all the way up the mountainous stairs to her bed before she passed out to pay them any thought. In the end, the words slipped from her mind just as her consciousness had: instantly and resolutely as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The second strange instance that had contributed to Lucy’s predicament occurred two days later. It was early in the afternoon when Lockwood returned home, a smile on his face and a garment bag slung across one shoulder. But in truth, Lockwood returning home with a garment bag was actually a far more frequent occurrence than one might have thought. He did ruin on average one coat a week due to their line of work; two if the week’s cases were particularly demanding. In hindsight, Lucy should have noticed the logo on the bag – not a store that Lockwood usually frequented for his coats – and queried him about it. But she had only just woken up and George had finished making her eggs on toast and, in all honesty, she couldn’t really bring herself to care.

The third and final event that should have clued Lucy in to what would become a disastrous event happened only hours before said disastrous event occurred. Lucy and Lockwood were sitting quite comfortably across from one another in their respective armchairs; Lucy going over their case book and Lockwood going through his tabloids.

‘I was thinking…’ Lockwood interrupted the silence, his voice oddly timid in the still air. ‘Maybe it would be a good idea to practice…you know…before the party.’

Ah yes, the party that Lucy knew almost nothing about.

‘Yeah,’ Lockwood continued almost hesitantly. ‘You know how I mentioned it the other day? I just think it would be a good idea to learn each other’s…rhythms.’

Lucy had furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and had been about to voice several questions, when something else came out of her mouth entirely.

‘Do you smell burning?’

The next thing both of them knew, two voices were yelling from the kitchen. Lucy and Lockwood both leapt from their chairs and raced towards the commotion. Pushing the door to the kitchen open, they were met with a wall of smoke, George in a frilly apron, and Quill Kipps holding a pair of oven mitts that were very much ablaze.

Later, when both the blaze and George’s anger at the house’s only oven mitts being destroyed had been extinguished – both an unfortunate byproduct of Quill’s attempt at making Yorkshire puddings – Lockwood had approached Lucy once more.

‘So, about the practice…’

‘Yeah, yeah,’ Lucy said, too tired from trying to save the house from burning down to pay much attention to anything. ‘Can I just meet you downstairs in, like, an hour?’

Lockwood had stumbled out his agreement and Lucy had quirked an eyebrow at his uncharacteristically timid demeanour before retreating back to her room. She really had had no clue why Lockwood was acting so weird over rapier practice.

And so, an hour later, Lucy had learned of her grave mistake.

‘Dancing?’ she all but blurted out.

‘Yeah, for the ballroom party at Fittes,’ Lockwood said with a quirked eyebrow. ‘You know, we’ll have to sneak away to the Black Library to steal the manuscript since our Orpheus society stint went…badly.’

Now both of them were very obviously confused.

‘And that involves…dancing?’ Lucy asked.

‘Lucy, where have you been? We talked about this weeks ago. We need to make ourselves seen for as much as the party as possible so it doesn’t look like we’re up to anything.’

‘Can’t we just…mingle?’

Lockwood ran a hand through his hair in exasperation.

‘I really don’t see what the issue is. The dance floor will give us the best vantage point to scope out the party without looking suspicious so-’ Lockwood’s gaze shot back up to Lucy, something indistinguishable behind his eyes.

‘What?’ Lucy asked.

‘Do you…’ Lockwood paused, the corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. Lucy didn’t like where this was going. ‘Do you not know how to dance?’

Now it was Lucy’s turn to throw her hands up in exasperation.

‘Why on earth would I know how to dance? We didn’t exactly have balls up north! I was too busy fighting ghosts and trying to get away from my mo-’ Lucy stopped herself. Lockwood knew of her mother. At least enough to understand why Lucy wanted to stay out of the spotlight. But still, she averted her gaze to the floor and fought the urge to run away.

A silence grew between them then, something thick and heavy and filled with something Lucy could not name. She thought she saw Lockwood’s hand reach towards her, but then it was flicking upwards to run through his hair once more.

‘I could… I could teach you?’ Lockwood said, his voice far softer now, tentative even.

And so that was how Lucy found herself in one of the strangest situations of her life.

One of Lockwood’s hands was connected in hers, his other laying featherlight on her waist. She wished that she had not worn such a short top – she had thought it was rapier practice after all – for now, every so often, she could feel his fingers brush against her bare skin. He was avoiding the area, she was quite sure, for his hand was slightly higher than it needed to be. But every so often, his fingers would slip down and Lucy would blush.

And they were dancing.

Well, ‘dancing’ was probably too kind a word, Lucy knew. Lockwood was certainly dancing. Lucy on the other hand could not stop tripping on her own feet and stepping on Lockwood’s.

‘I’m so useless at this,’ Lucy said more to herself than anyone. But she did not pull away.

‘You’re just new to this,’ Lockwood said. ‘I couldn’t dance at one point either, you know?’

‘What, when you came out of the womb?’

Lockwood laughed, and Lucy realised she could feel the vibrations from his chest. They had started their practice as far away from each other as they could possibly get. But now it seemed that, somewhere along the way, they had gotten closer and closer until Lucy found her body almost completely pressed up against Lockwood’s. He was warm, she realised, and somehow smelled even better than he usually did. She turned her head quickly away as she felt another blush creep onto her cheeks.

‘My mother taught me to dance when I was little,’ Lockwood said, his voice soft. Lucy remained quiet, knowing that times like this, when Lockwood felt comfortable enough to open up, were a rarity that could not be interrupted. ‘We would dance around the living room whilst my father danced with my sister. It was more us just being silly rather than anything serious. But it was…nice.’

‘It sounds nice,’ Lucy said softly. ‘Sounds…homely.’

They were swaying softly to the music as they spoke. It was something classical, slow and delicate, from a CD Lockwood had procured. Lucy closed her eyes as she listened to it; the lightness of the piano keys slowly building to something grander. It was nice. To listen to something other than the moans and screams of the dead.

‘You like the music?’ she heard Lockwood say.

She hummed her affirmation.

‘It was my father’s, but I found it in my sister’s room. She always loved classical music.’

‘Well, she had good taste,’ Lucy mumbled.

Faintly, as if the feeling were far away, she felt Lockwood’s hand slip down once more, the warmth of his touch brushing against her skin. But this time, he did not remove them.

And Lucy did not want him to.

When she reopened her eyes, she found Lockwood staring intently down at her. Their faces were close now, close enough that she could hear the softness of his breath. Another blush crept up Lucy’s neck, and although she could feel it meandering onto her cheeks, she could not bring herself to tear her gaze away from Lockwood’s.

‘I think I’ve found my tactic,’ Lockwood said. Lucy furrowed her brow in confusion. ‘If I keep you distracted, you’re much less likely to kill my feet.’

Lucy could not help the laughter that burst from of her. She punched Lockwood lightly in the shoulder.

‘Prick,’ she said before she, truthfully, accidentally stood on Lockwood’s foot again.

‘See?!’ he said and Lucy laughed once more.

And that was how George found them some time later, dancing slowly in the basement, bodies pressed up against one another, as they laughed in each other’s embrace.

#lockwood and lucy #locklyle #anthony lockwood #lockwood #lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #george cubbins #george karim #lockwood netflix

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kindred-spirit-93 · 4 months ago

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hello yall i come with tidings.

cavetown released a cover of mitski's my love mine all mine. drop everything and give it a listen its hauntingly beautiful

i woke up today and chose emotional devastation: been thinking about the apollo cabin all day and severely and irreparably wounded my feels in the process (see under the cut for a lil more)

heres a recipe for falooda bc ive been craving it and my childhood innocence this morning

look at it its so pretty! rose is such an underrated flavour i think

ill probably make another post, but for now: i came across this and it got me thinking about (and crying for) the apollo kids.

i genuinely have no idea if the chart is canon material or a bunch of headcanons (not that it matters ofc) but yeah im building off of it regardless lol

hilal (still unclaimed by hades) khalil's first and dearest friend at chb is diana (from the foster system) and TIL u can get brainrot from ur own ocs and their fantastical interactions with even more fantastical characters. i hurt all over and regret everything ;-;

anyway they grow very close in the short time they spend together (ill make a seperate post with headcanons and little things for diana bc shes my favourite and id die for her and she deserves concept art too).. also still figuring out their orientations so theres that

hilal grows flowers and learns to braid them into cass's hair (like rapunzels), they giggle while comparing similarities in cuisine (her mortal family is also greek) and pretend to fight over dishes

amir and hilal both love having a buddy during iftar and suhoor; chatting about everything from traditions, favourite foods, and eid fun times. enjoy each others company and swap books regularly.

it was no secret that micheal's features were sharp and that his tongue was sharper, and what with his general bad temper and foul mouth it was expected that the pair wouldnt get along. that was until after some incident where hilal lost it and yelled at him for 10 whole minutes, letting a few strong words 'slip' for emphasis. they reconciled their differences later and although the pair never became friends, they both held the other in high regards. micheal definately teased hilal for having a vocabulary to make a seasoned sailor blush. she decorates his scrapbooks sometimes

will is a baby that hilal adores (shes part of the will protection squad) and the two only grow closer after the premature deaths of their loved ones. but before that they often held tea parties where they talk only in thick accents (southern and british respectively) before dissolving into fits of giggles. in some ways will is hilals brother before nico. she knows him very well (and sees right through his innocent exterior he fools chiron with)

more will: he is absolutely wild and i will not be convinced otherwise. hes loud and playful and very energetic. a bit too much. he also has a lil ponytail (someone draw this pls) and enjoys talking about classics and is very chatty, much to the chagrin of his siblings's ears and hilals amusement & delight. loves using big words but frequently stumbles over them (cuteness overload)

long before being claimed by hades, the apollo kids welcomed her and gave her a space to call her own. and there goes the waterslide.

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obscureenthusiast · 11 months ago

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you HAVE to post some of Sha're and Teal'c party time. I am on my knees. I have been robbed by the universe. Only you, the universe's insurance adjuster, can

YOOOOOO how did I just know you'd be in my inbox demanding Sha're content, you, the person I conned into watching Stargate with Sha're/Daniel content >:3

So, "Sha're and Teal'c Party Time" is a lil fic that I've been working on for a bit. It of course takes place in my as-yet-unpublished "Sha're Lives" AU, in which Forever in a Day ends with them capturing a heavily-injured Amuanet. The events that unfold from there are a full fic in their own right (in fact, it's one of the fics in my WIPs list), but long story short, they get the snake out of Sha're's head and the series proceeds more or less as usual except Sha're is living on Earth and her and Daniel get to be stupid and domestic and also Skaara shows up like WAY more because of course he's gotta visit his fuckin' sister.

But the MAIN premise of the "Sha're and Teal'c Party Time" fic is that it's the start of their friendship. Sha're is living in the SGC while she learns about Earth Stuff and gets her forged paperwork sorted out, and Daniel has to go home and start gaslighting his neighbors reminding his neighbors that he has a wife from Egypt who he's definitely totally mentioned and who is finally getting through the immigration system to come and live with him. Sha're wakes up from a nightmare and ends up running into Teal'c at 4am breakfast and then they start like... talking about stuff!

(Frankly, this is 100% about me pursuing my headcanon that Teal'c watches pro-wrestling and that Sha're would get into it via him... but it's also about becoming besties with a person who's done things that altered the course of your life forever and how to begin again when you're both brand new versions of yourself and also also it's about alien solidarity.)

Gonna put snippets below the cuuuuuut:

When she stepped into the mess, she had a book tucked under her arm and her hair pulled back from her face with one of the bright scarves Janet had gifted her. It wasn’t much, but the flower pattern set her apart even when she was wearing the same dark blue fatigues that so many SGC personnel wore. She half-heartedly grabbed herself a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of some type of fruit juice (she would have to inquire what a “cran-apple” was later, for the simple paper sign taped to the dispenser gave her no other clues and the mess staff at this early hour seemed too rushed and sleepless to bother with questions). As she turned to find a table, though, she stopped short. Teal’c stood in front of her, looking impassive as usual. If he was surprised to see Sha’re up this early, he wasn’t showing it in any way that she could spot. “Good morning, Sha’re Jackson,” he said. Sha’re smiled a little, meeting his gaze cautiously. “Good morning, Teal’c.” For a moment they were both silent and Sha’re swallowed, glancing around the mess hall quickly, looking for a seat even as she tried to continue conversationally, “I’m sorry, I did not realize you took your morning meal this early.” “I generally do not. I am here for a hot tea,” Teal’c replied. “I apologize for disturbing you if your intent was to avoid me.” Sha’re blinked in surprise and turned her gaze back to Teal’c, frowning. “What? I…” she flushed slightly, shaking her head. “No, Teal’c, I wasn’t trying to avoid you. I… I couldn’t sleep.”

annnnnd a second one just because I know you're rabid:

She settled into a seat and cast a furtive glance toward where Teal’c was gathering his tea and turning to walk to her table. …Frankly, she feared that the past still sat as solidly as a wall between them. How does one begin again on friendly terms with the man who had, albeit under duress and servitude, delivered her to the fate that had kept her chained for two years? Sha’re closed her eyes momentarily, breathing in and back out again with carefully deep breaths, letting her lungs fill up completely and holding for a heartbeat before she slowly let the air back out again, trying to clear the anxiety from her mind. Janet had given her several methods to employ when she was feeling overwhelmed. She opened her eyes just as Teal’c settled into the chair across from her, his hands cupped around a steaming mug. He was looking at the book she’d brought with her, which she’d left sitting thoughtlessly on the table beside her plate. “The history of spaceflight,” Teal’c said, speaking the book’s subject flatly. His eyes glanced up to meet hers. “How are you enjoying it?” Sha’re shrugged, reaching out to slide the book closer to herself, idly picking at the edges of the pages. “It feels strange, I suppose,” she admitted. “When Daniel used to tell me of the technology of his world, it all seemed so… strange and powerful. How could it not be? They had killed Ra with their weapons.” She smiled wryly, shrugging again and looking at Teal’c. “And now when I read these descriptions, I can only see how small, how…” She squinted, trying to find the right word in English somewhere in her mind. “How lesser? Like these things are made of… flimsy things compared to what the Goa’uld have accomplished.”

maybe someday my brain will return from the war (the thousand projects and hobbies and responsibilities) and allow me to just. BLAST through a bunch of Sha're stuff for posting SPECIFICALLY for you <3

#ask games #my fics #my writing #I promise I don't want to crush you like a bug just for asking me forever about where the Sha're content is #if anything I want to crush ME like a bug because I wanna write it so so bad but cannot seem to find it in me

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koenki · 1 year ago

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So I wrote a lot of this down as a way to ground myself last night, some cute or otherwise just circulating thoughts about the lovely ASMR stories I'm listening to bring comfort when I can't sleep.

Ellis' listener comes in with hot tea from the coffee shop Bug works at so they can have a nice drink while reading/discussing their new book series. Maybe they aren't together yet and Ellis' grandmother comes into the shop and meets their listener, having heard so much about this fiery young person their grandchild goes on about.

Casey and Honey on autumn nature hike, Casey teaches Honey about autumn blooming plants as the crunch of leaves are underfoot. Gourd carving, doesn't have to be pumpkins, for the spooky season. Lauren gave them a list of themes they can all dress up as together to hand candy out for Halloween so they can match.

Dion tryna get out of the house as often as possible now that his family's guard is there, knowing Bunny wouldn't want him to follow since he can't disguise himself. Bunny levels with the bodyguard about going out in public looking like that and feels guilty leaving him but tends to promise they will bring back dinner for him and they can hang out and watch movies later. Dion is clingy now, making sure he has a point of contact with Bunny any time the three of them are together now. Pip and Roman testing out the gadget that plays music based on thoughts and feelings. At some point a love song plays and as they start to talk about it to confront what it meas when the song suddenly changes from sweet and loving to fearful, spooky. This could work for it being connected to either of them, both having something that scares and upsets them that could possibly show up at any time.

Cyril's parents whenever they find out about Cyril and them getting together, tryna set up a get together- Cyril haa been refusing stating both him and rival are busy enough, barely have time to even see each other let alone also schedule time with them for all 4 to get together- rival knows none of this and ends up cornered in their office by two elves and highly esteemed researchers that just want to get to know their sons love interest better- even if one may or may not believe his son should be with another elf? I dunno how his Father will feel on all this Neo and Darling's conversation of "my lease is up in October" as Gage has mentioned and if they are ready for a big step like moving in together already or not. Neo craves to be close not only to Darling, but the need as a shifter to be close to another as well. More Neo thoughts on starting to meet the siblings. His need to feel validated, important, and strong willed to not feel "compared" especially to the older siblings becoming apparent. He might apologize for what a handful his family could be and Darling has to assure him that they love him and the rowdy bunch of foxes. They also may make sure he knows just how much they love him when they get back to the privacy of their own space. Gage and Bug having the apartment for themselves now, roomie's old room is now where Gage will have his ceramics now. Darling drags Neo back out for game night once a month, they've been showing him how to play video games so next mario kart, fall guys, mario party whatever, stands a better chance (maybe even beat Gage in one, maybe they had a bet and now Gage has to own up?)

Small steps with Desmond, sneaking small kisses when they can at work, hand holding when out together, warm cuddles on the couch, taking Eclair to the dog park to play Des seems to adore the attention, but I feel like he'd be just as appreciative if Newbie got lil treats or toys for his dog, it's in connection to him still, and means they are thinking of him or of spending time with each other when apart.

Angsty thoughts for Desmond include Newbie getting hurt; pretty bad. Des has never been the type that would rely and just expect Law to help, use his magic because he never wants his best friend to feel like he abuses their friendship, so when he calls for help there's a lot of unspoken feelings between these two that Law will be there asap. Des never left their side, he held them as they recovered, maybe even being a little more aggressive in his care because of how stubborn Newbie is, having to force them to stay in bed or take time off work. That "holding" may have been at times laying basically on them to hold them down so they would just. Stop. Moving. Also a conversation between Des and Newbie about how Des keeps paying for things when they are together. He's financially stable and willing to spend it on Newbie but they end up feeling uncomfortable. They worry that they don't want Des to think they are using him as a sugar daddy, they want an equal partnership, and work out something together so it will feel more balanced.

Similar to Desmond, Sweets getting little things for Nat, even when she's away at mom's or the grandparents, seeing stuff and thinking of his daughter means the world to Law. The two people that mean the most to him that he loves wholeheartedly having a connection is important to him. Having someone to help wrangle the ball or energy and as she gets older to help teach her about some of the mysticalities he and her mother don't even know help to open her eyes to more than he alone could offer. He also knows after the little one falls to sleep he gets their undivided attention and its something to look forward to whenever they are together be it exhausted cuddling on the couch with a movie on, to a feeding session of their choice. No matter the end results, they are happy and comfortable together.

Nat gets her own section as she so deserves. At 3 years old Sweets can throw her the BEST tea parties, the high faerie court of stuffies around the table as they talk about the crayons and colors they like to draw with the most, sipping their tea and munching some sugar free cookies and wafers. She knows all of Dad's coworkers. Uncle DesDes gives some of the best airplane rides she's ever had, only next to Dad's of course! He looks big and scary but he gives her ice cream and trinkets! Newbie and Gage are always fun, Gage having wanted a little sibling since he was small can play big brother, and Newbie can always find the shiniest and prettiest rocks no matter where they go, babygirl has to add this to her rock collection. Be mindful things don't get quiet though, a child being quiet is a scary enough thought for what troubles they can get into, but if these two are also missing chaos may be about to strike. Neo, having grown up with so many siblings, is used to handling smaller children, but tries to build her up and make her feel important. He doesn't seem the type to like messy things but he will make sure she is safe and kept busy. Dad's coworkers are practically family, and with how much Law watches over everyone from getting between crossfires of arguments, making sure everyone is safe and aren't injured (probably uses some magic for some stuff since everyone is attuned or aware) they all have his respect and love, and want to repay that kindness when and where they can. They'll make sure Nat is taken care of.

#reverie audios #pretty sure I wrote down something about everyone #except Jacob- still pondering him a bit #They're all such comfort to think about tbh #Writings

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alan-duarte · 1 year ago

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TIMING: Current LOCATION: Alan Duarte Real Estate PARTIES: Alan & Lil @the-lil-exorcist SUMMARY: Following Jude’s book Lil ends up finding Alan. Talk about a haunting job follows. CONTENT WARNINGS: n/a

Lil was growing tired of following the Planner of her sibling, especially because Jude seemed to enjoy writing more so in riddles than actually helpful notes. Although she didn’t doubt they knew what it meant, Lil was mostly clueless about it. So, it had taken her a while to realize Jude was planning on taking a job the week they went missing and that the random address was where they were planning on meeting the other.

So, about a month late, Lil decided that she should go see if the job was ever completed - and more importantly if that’s where they all went missing. Shutting the blasted book, she realized that the address seemed to be a real estate company and shuddered at the idea of what the job might have been. Lil wasn’t against doing exorcisms in houses -hell she did a lot of them but often they were more done out of convenience to the seller than truly needing to be done. It tended to be really annoying for Lil, and often she had to ask Jonas to come and help, knowing that it wouldn’t be good to just exorcize them. She figured Jude did that too. Still, opening the door she called out “Hello - is there someone named Alan here? I think I’m about a month late to the meeting, but it should be under Jude Ballard.”

Lil didn’t look like her sibling much, besides the long dark hair, but she figured that she would at least figure out who Alan was before interrogating him on what the hell the meeting was for. She didn’t bother trying to look professional either, thinking that it was silly to do.

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“Hello,” Alan looked up from where he was, hunched over a desk while he stubbornly refused to sit down. After all, it was just a few contracts to sign, nothing that would take long (his back disagreed). If the name June Ballard didn’t immediately ring a bell, a moment of introspection on meetings where he had been stood up managed to bring a memory back. That really had put a dent in his plans, and he couldn’t help the look of crispated frustration on his face as he remembered. June and he were meant to meet. They had been recommended by a mutual friend, and then, they never showed up.

“You are a month late indeed,” he raised an eyebrow, and clicking his pen, put it away in one of the pen holders while he motioned her to come into his office. “Can I get you coffee, tea?” His own mug sat on a coaster near his computer and he felt like being civil, just in case she was also the sort that could tell ghosts to haunt his ass if need be. “Did you come here to do the job? Jude sent you?”

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Lil’s eyes locked onto the other as soon as he spoke moving towards the other trying to figure out if he knew or not. After all, once she let him know that her sibling wasn’t coming for a reason any sort of upper hand was lost. She saw the flash of annoyance on his face as she mentioned that the appointment was about a month ago, but it didn’t seem out of place.

Going into the office Lil looked around and crossed her arms, not used to being in an office setting. Usually when someone asked for her help she met them in their haunted place or a hole in the wall. She wasn’t a ghostbuster after all - she hardly qualified for hauntings that involved professionals or - well rich people. The man standing in front of her seemed to be both of those things, so she tried to stand a little taller and not fold.

“ I’m good but I appreciate the thought, “ Lil said, the words sounding a bit archaic out of her mouth as she tried to not thank the other directly. She didn’t know Alan and - well she wasn’t the only family member who would have helped someone who was supernatural. She really didn’t want to be promised bounded now. “Sort of - Well I’ll at least help you if you answer some questions cause I’m not exactly sure what the meeting was for. So, probably. I’m Lil Ballard - Jude’s younger sister. When’s the last time you heard from them?”

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It felt like she was reading a script as she replied to him. Alan didn't comment on that and decided to let her speak some more instead. It was a sound way to test the waters after all, and an opportunity to show her that he was not the easiest person to deal with and certainly not someone to mess with.

When she told him that he would be helped if she was first helped, he pursed his lips in amusement. Maybe she was made of a similar wood. That promised to be interesting. "That must have been around 5 weeks ago," they set an appointment then, one where Jude had been a no show. Alan had ultimately decided to postpone putting on the market a house he knew to be haunted.

"I tried to reach out again, but they never answered my voicemail."

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Lil listened carefully to the other’s words, wanting to see if there was anything that he wasn’t saying. She wasn’t quite sure if she trusted Alan, noticing how they seemed to be carefully talking to each other. It could easily be that a haunted house could have ruined the other’s business, but looking around Lil wasn’t sure that was the case.

“Jude didn’t?” Lil said in almost disbelief. Jude had a lot of flaws but Lil never knew them to not be prompt with their work. “So the job that you had wasn’t completed then? Do you know if anyone tried to exorcize the place or was it a no call and no show?” She tried not to look too eager for the lead.

Still, hoping to shock Alan, Lil said bluntly,” ‘Cause you were the last appointment they had, and now Jude and the rest of my family are missing. That’s pretty suspicious and house hauntings are a good way to get a lot of people in one area.” Her eyes searched the other’s face hoping to find something there.

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"I've been trying to find a replacement for a month already," Alan tried not to sound too annoyed. He was annoyed, but chances were if they were missing, that poor Jude had met their end. It was not the best time to be tactless, "there are a lot of frauds around town." This, she must have been aware of. People who pretended to be the real deal and disappeared with your money, and sometimes made the haunting even worse.

Yet, for all he tried to be careful with his choice of words, she wasn't returning the favor. Understandably so.

Their whole family. Gone.

This wouldn't be the first time this town claimed a whole family for itself. He had grown up here, he knew that, he heard the stories, the facts. Alan came to realize this was what it all was : facts, not stories.

Leaning back into his chair, the realtor replaced his tie along his shirt's buttons. There wasn't much he could do for her, so why was she telling him about that? To make him sad? Doubtful. He didn't look like the right crowd for it. Did she want him to help? He wasn't a PI. He knew one though, one who was incredibly tactless but efficient. "What did the police say?"

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“Yeah, I know. Which is why I think it would have been stupid for you to disappear Jude.” Lil said, looking at the other knowing that she was tipping her hand quickly. Still, she couldn’t see anything other than mild surprise on the other’s face. Eyes flickering to the book in her hand, she wondered if Jude hadn’t gotten to haunting. It at least narrowed down the time frame they had all disappeared, but it didn’t give her a whole lot of clues. Although the man in front of her seemed suspicious generally - Lil was fairly sure he would have waited until after Jude had cleared the house. With everything around them looking neat and tidy - she was pretty sure.

“So I’m guessing you didn’t do it? Fuck I thought I finally had a lead.” She sighed, going to the seat and tapping her fingers against the book for a moment and shaking her head at the thought of the police. “They didn’t know anything, really. Everyone in this town disappears sometimes.”

After a moment she thought and figured that she should at least keep the connection Jude had worked for. After all, their reputation was important even if Lil didn’t really contribute to it. “ If you still have a spirit problem, I’d be happy to extend Jude’s offer. I think you’d find my skill set very similar to theirs.”

Which was true. Although the Ghostbusters might have blacklisted her, Lil was actually very good at her job. Jacob wouldn’t have allowed anything less, even if she was ultimately more of a stain on his reputation then a boon at this point. “I can assure you at least that I’m not a fraud.”

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“I didn’t do it?” His eyebrows furrowed, and the businessman tried to paint the portrait of a man who would have never been able to commit such a terrible crime. “Oh my God, you don’t actually believe… Do you go around accusing everyone who spoke to your sibling of murder?” He agreed that considering the state of the town’s police, she’d have to take this matter into her own hands. “The police deal with disappearing folks every week or so,” he agreed. Some were because of Alan, though he kept that much to himself.

Arms crossed over his chest, Alan wondered when she would get up and leave. Her reason to come here was now obsolete. Alan didn’t know what happened to her sibling, and he couldn’t precisely help her there. When she offered something much more inviting than that, he had to conceal his delight. She was dealing with a lot. Now wasn’t the time to get all giddy about this. “I still need to get rid of that ghost,” he nodded. “Just tell me your price,” arms crossed over his chest, the realtor leaned back into his seat, looking at her with a small smile : “If you’re as good as I heard Jude is,” not was, “I’m more than willing to hire you any time the opportunity rises.”

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“No, just the suspicious ones,”Lil said slightly in a huff although letting it go easily. After all, she did accuse him. “I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry. It just seemed like the timing matched up.” Lil nodded at the idea of the police. She wasn’t one to call them often anyway, but they hadn’t really been helpful at this point either. Even in a town full of strange happenings, they didn’t seem to know much more than the average person. Although if Lil was being fair, they might just be overwhelmed.

“Whatever you and Jude had come up with,” Lil said calmly, not knowing what the price was. She never dealt with money when it came to exorcisms, and she wasn’t really sure what the going rate was. It would make her father absolutely batty - and well Lil enjoyed that. Besides, she never really felt great for taking money for exorcism. Most of the time when she came into a town, she was their last hope and she took that seriously. She only took the jobs for money when her and Jonas needed more money. She would have thought that they would be the ones that haunted her, but in all honesty they were usually just the ones that the Ghostbusters that were nearby didn’t know how to do. Supernatural folks were harder to exorcize, and Lil was often the only one stupid enough to try. In those cases, she figured the money was more so a guarantee in case she died. When the other compared her to her sibling Lil laughed slightly and said, “ Jude’s probably better, but I’m more likely to say yes to whatever job you have.”

After all, Jude as cunning as they were, was still in the Ghostbusters. They were still respected by the community, and Lil wasn’t. Jude would have to stay no to most of Alan’s requests based on general practices, while Lil was more free to say yes if she wanted too. It was likely that most of the ghosts weren’t poltergeists, and while Lil was more sympathetic and might have Jonas come and see if they would move on willingly she wasn’t above forcing them too.

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“The suspicious ones,” he could have tried to look a bit more offended. His eyebrows drooped, giving him the air of a fed up old dog who just wanted to go back to his nap. “That’s alright,” he didn’t seem to think so, but what did it matter. No harm done here. He crossed his arms and with a light shrug, invited her to move on with no hard feelings left on the table.

“They might be better but you’re in front of me right now, and I’d rather just be done with that damn house,” if you wanted something done fast and well, you had to pay the price. Alan was always willing to do so. Sacrificing a bit of money in order to earn more was a bit of a no brainer. “Who knows, maybe you’ll find a clue as to where they went there,” he pointed out. Jude did disappear with a copy of the house keys. “I sincerely hope that you do find clues as to where your sibling might be,” he offered a brief look of sympathy. Though he might have not known her well, or at all, he had siblings too, and he would have turned the world upside down to find them, should they go missing.

Standing up from his seat, Alan headed toward the custom made cabinets on the side of the room. Opening one of the doors, he searched through a list before pulling open a drawer among many and taking out a set of keys. Keeping one inside, he held out the other to Lil Ballard. “You’ll need this. The address is written on the keychain,” he pointed out.

“Do you have any more questions?” He finally asked, sitting on the edge of his desk now.

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Lil nodded thinking that she was being - well judgemental - something that she hated. Maybe it was because of the stress, but most people did that to her and it wasn’t fair that she was doing it to a man she didn’t know. There was a tiny bit of unexpected guilt there, that she wasn’t quite sure what she was going to about.

“I can handle it today if you want,” Lil said, her head tilting slightly. After all, Jude hadn’t completed the job and while it was understandable it was Lil’s responsibility to fix the relationship. After all, when Jude was back they were going to want to have the account back. Lil nodded slightly at the kind words, not thanking Alan. It wasn’t a personal thing, but she was a bit too cautious of fae in the town to risk it. Something that was closer to her mom’s teaching then her dad’s.

Grabbing the keys she looked at the address for a second and nodded. “Okay that looks in order. How many spirits do you think are in the house?Are we talking about regular ghosts or poltergeists? Are you worried about the neighbors seeing anything?” Lil sounded a little more like her usual self listing almost instinctively the questions she normally asked. Thinking about the rest of her day, she probably could go over there without much trouble. She probably should act like it would take her days, but she wasn’t business savvy and she needed to make her morning shift tomorrow.

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“Sure. But don’t rush into it if that’s not how you usually do it,” he didn’t need another exorcist disappearing on him. The good, competent ones were hard to come by, and those who agreed to work for him were even more rare, as if it was his fault that this town was a fucking mess. “You can take the week, I’m not so desperate that I can’t wait a few days,” a pause, “you know, beggars can’t be choosers.” Alan met a lot of choosing beggars, in his line of work, and he certainly didn’t want to be that kind of person himself.

She grabbed the keys, and Alan could notice a shift. Straight to the point questions were not unusual, but she seemed a lot more comfortable now, while addressing these things that were clearly normal, mundane to her. “I have no fucking clue. The furniture moves around, the doors slam, and some rooms are freezing at times. I know what that means, but I also don’t know exactly what that means,” trouble, for certain, but how much and what kind? Those questions were an enigma to him. This just wasn’t his thing. “As for the neighbors, if they’re not in the know, they’ll probably call me saying there’s an intruder. If they’re in the know, they will cross their fingers for you,” he gave her a slight shrug. This town could be very normal, but it could also be quite supportive of those who kept everything safe.

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“Doesn’t really make a difference to me, but yeah I can just get it done by the end of the week,” Lil said nodding appreciating the time. After all, most people wanted her to get it resolved immediately. It was nice that the other was letting her take her time to properly consider it. It was the difference, probably, between Jude’s clients and hers.

Lil nodded at his explanations, figuring that it was a poltergeist - something that was mundane to her even if it wasn’t to most people. While it would be idiotic to think it was immediately easy - any exorcism posed risks and needed to be taken seriously - it wasn’t something she would be worried about. It sounded like the spirit hadn’t started possessing people yet. “Poltergeist, probably just one. I would think it’s someone who used to live there - but that’s not particularly important.” While Lil had some sympathy for ghosts who were just trying to move on, she didn’t really for poltergeists. It was one thing to be confused and want to go on, but it was another to terrorize the living and possess people. At the other answers she nodded and said, “Fair. If the police come I’ll just say that I was checking in on the property and that the intruder left before I got there. I’ll message you when I’m done, and make sure to get you the key back.”

Lil gave the man a slight smile, still feeling lost. After all, she hadn’t found anything to help her siblings yet. Still, at least she had an activity. There was something she could do, and even if she was useless everywhere else she was still a good exorcist.

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“Alright,” he gave her a look. She seemed quite confident about that, and if she proved to be as efficient as she appeared to be right then, there was no doubt he’d be reaching out to her again. After all, haunted houses weren’t a rarity in the local housing market and the realtor knew it wouldn’t belong before he needed an exorcist’s help once again.

Arms crossed over his chest, he hummed in approval. Even though he didn’t know the first thing about those revenants, she seemed so sure of herself he couldn’t do much else than agree. “The last owner left in a hurry, and sold me the house for practically nothing. Whoever is in here could have been here for a little while,” prior to that, Alan had no record of when the house was last inhabited. “If the police stop by, you can tell them you work for me if you want,” feeling as though everything had been said, the werewolf glanced at the young woman with a sympathetic smile. “I’ll keep my ears open regarding June,” with his hearing, it wouldn’t be hard to do, but Alan had a feeling all he’d get is radio silence. People disappeared all the time, never to be found.

“Until then… I guess I’ll see you next week, yeah?”

#wickedswriting #the lil exorcist #lil threads

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aeriscallanga · 11 months ago

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First of all, I would like to thank all of you for your unwavering support and love for my blog! I also highly appreciate your patience and understanding with my inconsistent posting and sudden hiatuses in the past few months. These things kept reminding me to continue creating and sharing content with all of you without pressure. It all means a lot to me ♡

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brb-on-a-quest · 6 months ago

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Thanks for the tag @informedimagining I saw this, squealed, went to put it on my to-do list and got swamped with other things. Also I think I would die for Stella: she reminds me a lot of one of my real life friends especially the "How much I love them. Which is really more about me, I think, but still, that's significant" and the rollerskating, and the cats.

Meet Lily Holland from The Princess and the Hellhound, a tale I've only talked about on here once and fidget with the world every once in awhile. She is a small lil bean who becomes princess of hell after befriending a hellhound.

Were you named after anyone?

My brother Jimmy says it's short for lilywort but I don't believe him because he has a history of not telling the truth. I've asked Mom but she hasn't really said much yet and as far as I know I've got no relatives named after me so I guess I am the first one! Which means I have got a lot of work to do to make sure that I am the Best Lily in our family.

When was the last time you cried?

Lily: I was running with Mr. Marshmallow at recess thsi morning and I fell and I hit my knee. See??? *Lily lifts up her skirt to reveal a knee that is barely scratched and is covered by three disney princess bandages.* I know Mr. Marshmallow told me to be careful but like it's fun to go fast and it doesn't hurt that much anymore.

Mr Marshmallow: maybe listen to me next time please before you get even more hurt.

Do you have any kids?

Lily: Not bio-biol-biologickally

*Mr Marshmallow: Biologically*

Lily: (I am six) but I love and care for all of my adopted children as if they were my borned children. she is referring to her large collection of dolls and stuffed animals.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Lily: Mr Marshmallow, what's sarcasm?

Marshmallow: Your brother

Lily: No, his name's Jimmy.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Mr. Marshmallow: Whether or not they're still alive

Lily: Well I like seeing the cool outfits people are wearing.

What is your eye color?

Lily: PINK AND PURPLE!

Mr. Marshmallow: Eye color, not favorite color. Your eyes are blue.

Lily: oh.

Do you have any pets?

Lily: Does Mr. Marshmallow count even if my parents say he doesn't exist?

Mr. Marshmallow: If you're counting me as a pet dog, I'm counting you as a pet human baby.

What sort of sports do you play?

Lily: FETCH

Mr. Marshmallow: WHERE???

What was your favorite subject in school?

Lily: i like story time! we get to talk about many different things and meet many different people and see lots of cool pictures and Mrs. K lets us pick out different books Every Day. Isn't that so cool??

Mr. Marshmallow: I like naptime. Naptime is fun.

What is your dream job?

Lily: I wanna be a fashion designer princess fairy detective librarian queen tea party inspector girlboss when I grow up. I know its going to be a lot of hard work but I think I can do it.

Mr. Marshmallow: Retired.

Tagging (no pressure obvs): @tristicorde @igotthisaccountunderduress @walkthruthewords @onewingedsparrow @hiddenvioletsgrow and everyone else!

oc interview tag

Thanks @agirlandherquill for tagging me.

I'll use Vasily from A Bloody Anti-hero

Were you named after anyone? - "Named after somone? Nah. 'least not that I know of. My mum probably read it in a trashy novel and though it sounded cool or something."

When was the last time you cried? - "Do I look like a crybaby? Ha."

Do you have any kids? - "Kids? What gave you that idea? I'm not old enough, and even if I was I couldn't afford to raise a bunch of brats."

Do you use sarcasm a lot? - "Me, use sarcasm? Never."

What is the first thing you notice about people? - "How they enter a room. You can tell a lot about someone by watching them enter a new room. That goes along with how they hold themselves, of course. That's probably it."

What is your eye colour? - "Uh... I donno. Brown?"

Scary movies or happy endings? - "I don't have time to watch movies."

Any special talents? - "Swords. Don't ask me to elaborate on that... okay fine I'll tell you more." (Way too many spoilers for me to include his rambling.)

Where were you born? - "Donno."

Do you have any pets? - "Yeah~ I call 'em lil' bastard." (He doesn't have a pet. He's mocking a 'friend' of his.)

What sort of sports do you play? - "I told you I don't have time to mess around with stuff. I guess fencing counts or something. Not that I really do that much anymore."

How tall are you? - "Don't ask!"

What was your favourite subject in school? - "School. Ha."

What is your dream job? - "I'll tell you, but you better keep it a secret." *Leans forward and clinches fists with absolute puppy eyes.* "I wanna be a blacksmith. Yah know, work with metal and fire and make swords and have a steady income and all that stuff."

Tags! @naharie @thenightmareinyourcloset @agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity @yakultstan @illarian-rambling

@foyle-writes-things @lexywrite @informedimagining

Sorry if you've already been tagged.

#this was actually a good character development thing???#brb-rambles #brb-tags #brb-imagining #the princess and the hellhound

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ss-aquarium · 2 years ago

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SDV Bachelors + Fatherhood >--)))°< (PT.2)

●☆○°☆ How the Bachelors are as Fathers ☆°○☆●

|| Paring : {Elliott, Sam, Sebastian x reader}

|| Wordcount : [852]

|| Tags : (Fluff, slight Angst, Headcannons, Established Relationship)

|| Warnings : *Spoilers for Sam’s 14-heart event*

Elliott

Develops an entire children’s library in the nursery, might try to name your kid after a character from a novel he likes

Starts drafting children’s books with your kid as the main character; incredibly proud if your kid wants his stories read at bedtime

Teaches them to read at the speed of light, that kid’s AR levels are through the roof, might self-assign summer reading once they’re in school

That kid has incredible English and writing grades, Elliot probably gets tricked into editing papers when he gets frustrated with revision and might cause a call home about potential plagiarism (why is this 2nd grader using words like “robust” and “forlorn?”)

#1 hair braider, would love a little girl to doll up and practice different hairstyles, very willing to be dolled up for tea parties

Extremely sentimental and marks every single milestone, has too many photo albums, celebrates every graduation, cried uncontrollably when your kid took their first steps

Is definitely the type of parent to leave handwritten notes in you kid’s lunchbox

Wants a large family because he spent so much time isolated and pretty lonely before you moved to the valley, doesn’t pressure you but drops a lot of hints that he wants more than 1 kid

Takes your kids to the beach, will play mermaids, will ask you to play mermaids with them

Beach day ends in campfire stories around the pit outside his old cabin, maybe “camping” in the cabin

Likes to play piano for your kids, very proud if they developed musical interests

Literally over the moon if your kid is a bookworm/writer, will not stop recommending authors and series or asking to read their latest works- very supportive

Sam

Resident “cool dad”

Super lax but strict when is counts, big brother-ing heavily influences his parenting style in a “don’t tell ‘mom’” way, meaning he’ll let them get away with a lot as long as they don’t go telling on him

You’ll have to parent for 2 in the beginning cause Sam’s not used to so much responsibility but he’ll catch on pretty quickly, proud of himself when he starts taking the “dad” role seriously

Vincent was super excited and was one of the first people who got to hold the baby, brags to Jas that he’s got lots of responsibilities as a new uncle

Sam probably likes showing off on the half-pipe and teaches your kid how to skate, very proud if he you guys raise a sk8ter like him

Styles you kid’s hair if they ask, then you’ll have 2 super saiyans around the farm with hair full of rock-hard hair gel

When he got his kid's show gig he ran a lot of drafts through Vincent and your kid, both were super excited seeing him on TV, both bragged about it for weeks and acted like superstars

Loves taking your kid to concerts, both of them decorated headphones for your kid to wear, definitely headbangs to the mildest children's songs to make your kid laugh

Very proud band parent if your kid decides to do band (would prefer band to orchestra cause he can't yell in concert halls)

Jodi is a very proud Grandma and enjoys seeing Sam so mature and responsible; her baby has a baby now

Kent is a little slow on the uptake but is still loving towards his grandkid, will attend veteran's day at your kid's school

Sebastian

Least likely to want children but really loves your kid, finds parenting as a way of healing his childhood trauma (reparents himself)

Very supportive dad and never belittles your kid's achievements or decisions, doesn't want to stifle them like he'd been

Buys motorcycle helmets for the kid even if you say no to him taking them on rides, it's the thought that counts to him

Creates family campaigns for you and your friends to try and get you kid into ttrpgs, will buy/use your kid's toys as minifigs

Would love a lil computer nerd he talk shop with, probably teaches your kid to code once they're older

Obsesses over frog-themed baby clothes and toys, likes to play leapfrog with your kid but will stop after like 2 hops cause he has a bad back from poor posture at his computer (probably makes dad noises even though he's in his early 20s)

Would rock the baby by bouncing it on his leg while he has the coffee shakes coding late at night

Aunty Maru pt.2 cause she will love this kid so much, she'll make little science experiments to teach them about chemistry and robotics

Robin LOVES the kid because Sebastian's finally out of the basement and has a family to care for; basically all she's ever wanted

Demetrius cares for the kid, might chastise Sebastian's parenting but tries to be respectful about it, also makes science experiments about ecology and takes your kid on field study trips

This kid is definitely going to be valedictorian like this is the prime environment for a little nerd

Sebastian would probably let them get a tattoo as a graduation present, might even get a matching one

#{Angelfish}#{Flounder}#{Koi Fish}#stardew valley #sdv #stardew elliott #stardew sam #stardew sebastian #stardew valley x reader #sdv x reader #stardew valley imagines #sdv imagines #sdv elliot x reader #sdv sam x reader #sdv sebastian x reader #x reader

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walkthroughfire4u · 2 years ago

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I will Always Stand up for You

Howard Stern makes a comment about Reader while Harry is on the show.

Okay so I’ve written smut before but have never published. Let me know what you think... I’m kinda nervous </3

pairing: husband! Harry Styles x Famous! Reader

word count: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT, p in v, lil bit of dirty talk, swearing, h*ward stern, (i think that’s it let me know if i missed anything)

~~~

You heard the kettle whistling early in the morning. You rustled around the bed and reached your arm out to find Harry, but he wasn’t there. Alarmed at first, but you then remember hearing the kettle.

You mosey out of bed and tiptoe over the rug that surrounds the floor you your bedroom. You go down the stairs and turn the corner to see Harry standing over the stove with his head ducked. You knew why.

Three weeks ago Jeff called saying they had last minute booked Howard Stern. When Fine Line released 3 years ago Harry was featured on the talk show. After they filmed Harry came home to you a mess from the experience. Howard completely violated Harry and his personal boundaries, making Harry extremely uncomfortable in the mix. Harry dreaded it the past couple of weeks, leading up to today.

“Hey” You smiled walking up to him hunched over. You ran your hands up and down his bare back making him sigh deeply. “What are you feeling?” You hugged him from the back resting your cheek on him

“I don’t know- His voice husky- nervous I think” He grabbed your arm and turned to face you

He held his smile in. You cupped his face tiptoeing up to reach his forehead

“I love you” you whispered

He smiled under you

“I needed to hear that…. I’m just pissed- He let go of you and walked to a cabinet to get a mug- Jeff knows how much I hate that show… Howard” He grabbed a mug and gestured to you asking if you wanted tea too. You nodded. Harry poured the cup and handed it to you

“And I know I should suck it up, but I don’t want to deal with Howard’s bullshit.” You both stood in silence sipping your tea

“try not to sike yourself out. You control the interview and you can steer it around. Don’t let Howard push you around. I speak from experience.” Harry laughed while you rolled your eyes.

***

“So y/n you have been making music for a couple years now. When did you start” Howard spoke through his microphone to you

“Yeah I have, since high school, so fourish years? yeah”

“So what’s the new album about, explain it to me”

“Well it’s about growing up and finding love I guess…. some of this, some of that.” You laughed

“Yeah some of this some of that, I think we kind of get what that is. Sex life of yours” Howard said flatly, laughing

You knew this was going south.

“Yeah you could say that” you looked down laughing nervously

“You are friends with a lot of, well, hot guys, am I right?”

“Sure”

“I mean you hang out a lot with like, Jack Harlow, Shawn Mendes… is it about them at all?”

“Uhh-”

“You are a very attractive young lady, I’m sure men are constantly, you know, into you. Wanna have sex with you.”

“I uhh… no…” you were speechless at the things he was saying to you. Not only uncomfortable, but embarrassed. You’re never had a hard time speaking your mind, but this is the first time anyone has ever openly sexualized you for entertainment purposes.

“So you’ve never, like, walked to a party and have had guys lunging at you?” He chuckled again

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to get at Howard.”

“Well-

You cut him off “Do you find this entertaining? Are you just trying to sexualize me while on the air.”

“I’m not-

“You are, Howard. Is this how you usually make women feel? But I mean it’s not only women that you make feel uncomfortable on this show is it? Don’t do that”

“No y/n, I just ask the questions that everyone wants answered. Anyways we are ready to hear your new song…..”

***

“Howard Stern is an animal- you sipped at your tea making Harry laugh- You just need to stand up to him. Show him who’s boss”

“Yeah,, I’m the boss right?” He sipped his tea making eye contact with you from over the cup

“Yes sir, you are indeed the boss”

Harry laughed out. He set his coffee down beside him and hugged himself. He repositioned himself to face you across the kitchen.

“You know I wouldn’t feel this comfortable if I didn’t know you were going to be cheering me on”

“Harry, I will always, always, always cheer you on. I’m your number one fan…. believe it or not.” You walked up to him chest to chest and ran your hands up his arms and chest. “I love you, so much, and I absolutely hate when assholes like Howard Stern take you for granted and are downright inconsiderate of anyone but themselves.”

“You mind coming with me?” He wrapped his arms around your back side

“Never” he smiled at you and leaned into you while pulling your head up with his pointer finger. He kissed your lips softly, not the usual kiss he would go for. You and Harry’s relationship was silly and fun, but you two knew when it was a serious moment and you actually needed each other’s support. This was a moment where you gladly pushed everything of yours to the side to be there for Harry. He was the sweetest man alive. He never deserved anything that the media or stupid, insecure men like Howard Stern had to say.

~~~

You got ready to leave the house and grabbed your car keys. Harry was already picked up by Jeff to head to the studio, so you were driving yourself. You made it to the studio, which was only a couple minutes down from your and Harry’s house. You arrived and texted Harry and Jeff to let them know you were so one of them could come get you.

You and Jeff got along, but like anyone you two had your differences. You had a different choice of what a manager-client relationship should look like and Harry and Jeff’s didn’t fit. There was a conflict of interest because Jeff looked at the business and PR side of Harry, rather than a true caring for Harry and his well being. This made you confused because Jeff and Harry were great friends for years, and for those many years, Jeff lacked the compassion a friend should have.

“Hey y/n!” Jeff called across the parking lot

“Hey you.” He pulled you into a side hug

“How’s Harry?”

“Good. It’s good you’re here” He smiled at you.

You two walked to the double doors and he opened one for you. You passed a quick “thank you” and let him lead you to the back. You passed a couple employees who started whispering as soon as they saw you. It was no secret that you detested Howard Stern, publicly too. There was a reason you never came back on the show. After you and Harry got together, he had been on the show once before, until now.

Jeff led you to a room and knocked then waited for a “come in” when he opened the door for you.

“He starts in about 20 minutes, so you guys can just hang out.”

“Okay, thank you, Jeff” You softly smiled at him.

You walked in to see Harry laying flatback on the couch. You put your bag down and went to the side of the couch to sit

“Hey baby.” You sat

He opened his eyes and stretched his neck up to meet your eyes. He smiled

“Hi beautiful.”

“What can I do?”

“What do you mean?” He pushed himself up and put his hands behind him to stabilize his body.

“I wanna calm your nerves. Make you feel comfortable, what can I do?”

He sat up and moved his legs from your side. He sat regular on the couch with his legs spread. You watched him.

He smirked, “I can think of a couple things.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine- He held your hips as you kicked off your shoes and moved over to straddle him- but only because of the situation.”

“What you’re not putting out for your amazing husband that pleases you like no other.”

Your jaw dropped “This morning you were emotional and now you’re all horny.”

“Do.. you.. have a preference then?”

“I’m not a fan of the latter if I’m being honest” He laughed

“You really make everything better.” He pecked your nose

“That’s my forever job. I think I do it pretty well.” You started to grind on Harry’s hips. His eyes rolled

“You do an amazing job”

He connected his lips to yours. Starting off soft, but soon needy to feel deeper in you. He moved his hands from your hips, which were still rocking, to your head, pulling you closer as he laid back. You stabilized yourself by putting your hands on either side of him on the couch.

He continued kissing your lips before moving onto your cheek and trailed to your chin. He marked his way across your jawline leaving open mouthed kisses. “Harry” you moaned out, breathing heavier than before. He made his way back to your lips then he tugged on your t shirt telling you he wanted it off. You obliged by holding the bottom and stretching your torso to pull the shirt over your head.

Harry loved watching you strip. Your body was far from perfect, having loose skin here and there, and stretch marks, but Harry worshipped you every day that he could.

You tossed your shirt to the side of the room and left yourself in a bra. You smiled at Harry and breathed heavy, nodding at his shirt wanting to see it off of him. He quickly grabbed it off his body also tossing it to the side, then grabbed your body and leaned you to his right. You laid flat on the couch and pulled him by the neck to kiss you again.

The kiss was short because he started trailing down your body. You put your hands in his hair, messing it up and pulling it. He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down, before he attached his lips back to your tummy and kissed down your happy trail to your underwear. He hooked his fingers inside and before he pulled them down-

“Stop” You said looking at him

“What baby? Are you alright?”

“This is about you, not me, let me suck you off or something”

His eyes turned dark before he lowered himself back down to your heat. “Sweetheart, the taste of you will make me feel better than anything in this world.” You felt his breath below you

“It’s all yours” you say letting your head rest back down.

At your words he quickly pulled your panties down and bent your legs over his shoulders. He licked your clit and blew air to tease you of his lips. He put his tongue back to your pussy and licked it high and low. He created a rhythm that coursed through your body. You started to rock your hips against his mouth and he moaned “Fuck y/n, that’s it” He continued to wipe stripes with his tongue on your clit.

“Harr-“ You started to scream but Harry’s hand covered your mouth

He detached his lips from your pussy and moved up to your head. “You little shit? Did you forget your place? You can’t scream here- with his hand still over your mouth he trailed his fingers slowly down your torso, passing goosebumps over your skin. He covered your clit with his hand making you go crazy in need for friction. You grind and push yourself to reach his hand, but instead he moves his hand covering your mouth, to your throat -I know you want everyone to know how much I please you, even that bastard Howard Stern. You have to be quiet baby. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded your head rapidly “That’s my girl” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, meanwhile he started pumping fingers into your hole. Starting with one, then two, his fingers were coated in your sweetness. He groaned at the feeling of your wetness making you almost reach your high.

He started to unbuckle his pants when a loud knock on the door made you both stop and turn your heads

Jeff, “Hey Harry we are ready for you any moment”

Harry sighed, putting his weight on top of you “Yeah give me a minute I’ll be out” You two exchanged a sad smile. He lifted himself off your body and buckled his belt back up. You sat up and took his hand that he offered to you and stood fully. He grabbed both of your shirts looking at the print on it.

“Vintage Stevie Wonder?” He held your shirt up for you to see

“Yeah” you nodded running your fingers through your messy hair, trying to restrain it and seem a bit presentable. Not like you were about to have sex with your husband at his interview, or anything. You raised your arm to grab the shirt from his hold, but he quickly moved the shirt from your reach.

“I’m gonna wear it”

He gains an eye roll from you. “Shirt stealer now?”

“Not really stealing if it was mine in the first place.” He tugs the shirt over his head, kisses your forehead, and is out the door.

You grabbed the shirt that Harry was supposed to be wearing, a strawberry Gucci shirt. You searched the inside seeing the special tag marking it a custom from Gucci to Harry. You knew he’d be in big trouble when he was on the air without it. You pulled it over your head, and also made your way out of the room to watch Harry from behind the scenes.

~~~

Your journey to the sound booth was longer than you anticipated with employees and interns coming up to you on the short walk, asking for pictures.

You never really liked to admit your “fame” or being a “celebrity”. You thought there were more important things in the world than having money or being famous. You loved to help people and you used your wealth, knowledge, and platform. This is what made you completely catch Harry off guard. You were outspoken and wanted justice for anyone who didn’t have it. Harry loved this about you, how you weren’t afraid to speak your mind, a lot less than many of the women he’s known or come across.

“Hi y/n! I’m a huge fan, do you mind?” The sweet intern showed you her phone alluding to wanting a photo.

“Of course! Always.” You smiled and pulled her in for a side hug for the picture.

You talked with her a bit before excusing yourself to go find Harry. You never minded taking photos with fans because you know how much it means to them, and they are the reason for so much of your incredible life.

You made it to the sound booth and let yourself in. You found a seat next to Jeff and watched inside the studio. Harry Lambert was fixing Harry’s shirt trying to get the wrinkles out quickly, which was plausibly your fault. Howard was speaking into the mic sound checking and also gave a small outline of the plan for todays interview. Harry spotted you and smiled immediately blowing a kiss and a wave. You smiled and patted your cheek showing where the kiss landed. Harry shook his head and patted his lips. Your eyes rolled and you once again patted your face, this time your lips for Harry’s satisfaction.

Harry Lambert caught a glimpse of the small exchange and shook his head, looking back at you through the window. He said his goodbye to Harry and walked into the sound booth to be seated for the interview. He walked behind you and leaned down to your ear

“I suppose you have something to do with the random, extremely wrinkled Stevie Wonder shirt on the back of your husband, who is supposed to be wearing the strawberry shirt that is on your back?”

You smiled shifting your weight in your seat to look up at him. “possibly” you smirked and kissed his cheek. Harry smiled and found his seat to your left, opposite of Jeff on your right.

~~~

The interview started off swiftly with Howard introducing Harry and asking a few questions about the album. Harry performed ‘Boyfriends’ first, then was asked about his new movies coming out in the year. Harry felt comfortable with you there in the next room, feeling your support. Howard was playing it easy which was nice.

Harry played ‘Late Night Talking’ next. You moved around in your chair enjoying the beat and cracked up with Lambert as he mocked you of your dancing a couple of times.

The song finished and Howard asked Harry about the song and when it was written.

“Erm well it’s been quite a while since my last album, and in those three years I’ve been a really really lucky man and I met someone really special. And you know a lot of the album is about her. Well, actually all of it. And so late night talking is about the first few nights me and this lovely lady spent together…… just getting to know each other.”

You blushed.

“I wonder who that lovely lady is” Jeff joked.

You play punched his side and laughed.

~~~

“And we all know who that lady is right Harry?” Howard asked

Harry smiled and nodded thinking of you

“How is y/n doing? How’s married life? Have you tamed her down yet?”

Harry straightened in his seat at his comment. You shifted.

“She’s good. Radiant as ever.”

“Good good. The last time she on my show… was her last. you know that.” He laughed

“Well it was for good reason, was it not?” Harry started to get a little heated. No one would speak about you like this ever. It was his job to protect you. No one speaks about his y/n like that.

“If you call throwing a tantrum a good reason.”

Harry’s blood boiled. Your cheeks turned bright red. The band, Jeff, and Lambert looked around at each other worried of the outcome of this.

“She didn’t throw a tantrum. She responded very well to a stupid remark.”

“I mean, she threw a little fit, did she not. It’s okay to talk about the wife, Harry. But anyways, I’m sure she’s a pretty little thing to have at your disposal.”

Harry lost it.

“No Howard I won’t trash talk my wife. And neither will you. You don’t talk about her. ever. You violated her, just like you violate everyone on your show. And you don’t talk about our private life either. Don’t objectify her. Everyone hates you because you’re just an insecure, little dick man.-“

Jaws dropped. Everyone was wide eyed waiting for the next thing said.

“Now Harry, there’s no need to get angry for y/n-“

“IM NOT ANGRY- Harry yelled at Howard making everyone wince at his shouting. He had veins popping out of his neck and forehead- don’t fucking talk about her…I’m done” He stood up and started out the door

You stood up watching Harry storm out of the room, through the sound room, out the door. A heavy breeze passed you as Harry walked past the three of you, watching in shock. Everyone was shocked at Harry’s outburst, which clearly happened for good cause.

“We will be right back, then” Howard mumbled into the mic

~~~

You ran out the door following Harry, who escaped to the bathroom. You opened the door hearing Harry cursing under his breath. He was in the first stall on his knees. You ran in and saw him being that the door wasn’t closed, throwing up into the toilet.

“Oh sweetheart” Your heart broke seeing him in a disarray. You fell next to him holding his shoulders and curling some loose hair behind his ears. You brushed through his hair with your fingers and rubbed his back. Harry finished throwing up and looked up at you

You grabbed a bit of toilet paper to wipe the dribble from his mouth. He smiled at you then once more felt his stomach weaken again. He moved back over the toilet and your heart sank. He took a moment and stopped throwing up.

“Okay that’s it… I feel better.” He turned back over to you and held your cheek. You wiped his mouth again and shyly smiled.

“I’m sorry that happened, Harry.”

“Don’t be my love, it wasn’t your fault. He shouldn’t have said that” He held your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. Your lips lightly touched his before you remembered that he’d just thrown up and you pushed his head off of you.

“No no no we aren’t gonna do that right now. Let me get you some water. Do you feel alright otherwise?”

“Yeah”

You kissed his temple and stood up. Before you opened the door you were met by a stage assistant.

“Hello Mrs. Styles, do you need anything? Or does Mr. Styles?”

“Yes, could I get a water and maybe some chips for him? Thank you.”

He quickly left and pushed the door open for Jeff to walk in. Harry still sat on the floor, just pondering what had gone down.

“Is everything okay?” Jeff asked

“He’s poorly. Why?”

“He still has to do the interview….” He whispered

“I’m not an invalid you can talk to me Jeffery.” Harry spoke up making you and Jeff turn around.

“I for one don’t think it’s a good idea at all for him to go back out there.” You crossed your arms

“Wife knows best.” Harry thumbed to you

“….I can get you out of this one.. but I don’t know what else will happen. Go home, get well”

“Thank you Jeff” Harry said hitting his shoulder and opening the door “I’m going to grab my stuff.”

“Ok.- you turned back to Jeff- Thank you Jeff…. I mean it.”

“I have to look out for my friend first right?”

You smiled and was about to respond when the stage assistant came back with a water and chips.

“Oh! Thank you so much” The kid nodded and left the bathroom

“Okay, I’m gonna go find Harry and get him home. Thank you again Jeff.” You hugged Jeff tightly in appreciation and went to find Harry.

~~~

The drive home was silent. You drove while Harry looked out the window, until he spoke up…

“He didn’t have to talk about you like that” He quietly spoke “No one ever talks about you like that.”

“Thank you for standing up for me, H”

“I will always stand up for you. Never going on that shit show again”

“You don’t have to. You stand up for me, I stand up for you. I promise you never have to go there again.” Harry grabbed your hand and massaged it with his thumb.

~~~

“Do you want your shirt back?” Harry asked straight away walking in the house and stripping his clothes off

“I thought you claimed it back as your shirt?”

“I did but I like you in my clothes.”

You ran up the stairs to your bedroom with Harry hot on your tracks behind you.

You took off your shirt and pants to change into something cozier. On days where Harry either had a long day or something he didn’t like happen, with fans or paps, he liked to lay low and hold you close.

You felt a body behind you pull you into him. Harry held your waist into him and wrapped his arms around your front.

“Should we pick up where we left off?” He kissed your neck

“Do you really want to? I’m okay with not. I know you’ve just taken in a lot”

“But it’s your turn to take in a lot now”

Harry turned you around in a single motion and began to unhook your bra. It fell to your feet and Harry bent to his knees. He pulled down your panties and began kissing your thighs. He kissed your inner thigh and moved to kiss your pussy. He groaned at the feeling of you on his lips. You pulled his short hair and massaged around his head. He kissed your heat one more time then he hooked his arms around your legs, he picked you up and walked a couple feet to the bed and put you down. “Harry!” You screamed as he picked you up. You giggled as he put you down on the bed and crawled on top of you.

He kissed your lips first. Passionately, feeling your tongue meet his. Sparks flew like the first time you kissed, still now. You were head over heels for each other, no matter how many times you’ve kissed or felt each other’s body, it always feels like home. Never gets old.

Harry moved from your lips to your cheeks down to your jaw. He shifted his right knee to be in between your legs. As he kissed your neck, he rubbed his knee on your clit as you spread your legs farther needing more friction from him. “fuck Harry” You whispered trying to get his knee closer to you. Harry quit kissing your neck and got off the bed to removed his pants

“Sweetheart, you’ve gotten your sweetness on my pants. Are you that needy for me.”

“Harry stop it just come back.” Harry listened and got back on the bed but he flipped you over and sat himself in the middle.

“Take off my boxers” You listened and obeyed him just like he had for you. You slid off his skin tight boxers, springing free his hard cock. He took a deep breath at the release.

You straddled his legs and traced around his cock with your nails. He went crazy. He needed to feel your hands on him. He sucked in breaths waiting for your sweet touch.

“Darling please don’t do this to me” he mumbled.

You took his dick into your hand and stroked it up and down. Harry started to roll his hips around to help you. He grabbed your left boob in one hand and played with your tit. Your breath hitched feeling aroused by him. You need friction but you also needed to be wet. You bent over and took his cock into your mouth. You sucked him in and out letting him invade your mouth. He moaned and stopped what he was doing with your breast and moved to the back of your head. He didn’t push your farther on to him, but massaged your scalp to make you feel more comfortable as you took him in. “Babe I’m close” he said

“Do I wreck you that much, Styles?” You licked up his dick making him a mess and pumped his dick the rest. You lowered your face to his head and continued pumping until he came. His sweetness shot up to your cheek and you moved so the rest would land in your mouth. You gained his cum and crawled up his body and his face. You spit his own cum into his mouth and gave him an open mouthed kiss.

You retreated from his lips and grabbed his dick. You sat up on your knees and took in his whole cock slowly as you sat. “fuck babe i love you”

Your size adjusted to him and you moved to your feet. You lifted up and down on him. Up on his cock. Down on his cock. You repeated the motion as you held onto his torso, tracing his butterfly. You went faster pulling up and peeling off his cock only to retrace and push back down. He filled you up completely, your bodies moldy together perfectly.

“fuck doll face, you feel perfect.”

You started to get tired on his cock and slowed down your pace. Harry noticed. He sat up with you still in him, held your back, and turned you to lay down on the bed.

“My turn” He said as you panted on the bed

He held your hips and he switched the position and got himself comfortable. He began thrusting into you, pleasuring you without you having to work. “god harry” you panted out as you held his shoulders. He moved your legs to sit on his shoulders so he could thrust farther into you. He deeply breathe and moaned continuing to push as far into you as he could. Pull out. Push back in. He touched your sweet spot and you screamed out his name “Harry” You yelled. He smiled to himself not only feeling the pleasure he brought to you but also hearing it. Your tits bounced up and down, a sexual sight Harry loved to watch

“I’m almost there baby, a little more” You whimpered out, loving the feeling of him

He leaned down to your lips to kiss you. “I,, love,, you” He said in between kisses. He rested his forehead on yours. “You’re all mine,,,, You’re all mine” You yelled his name. “I will always stick up for you,,,, I will always be there for you” You were so close “I will always love you,,,,, I will always love you… fuck”

You came undone under his words. Your orgasm curled through your body making your pussy shake and your eyes roll. Harry felt you squeezing him, ,making him cum after you. You came first. Always.

“In or out?”

“In” you managed to breathe out

He pushed himself further in you and came inside you. His warm cum filled you as he pulled out under you. Some of his release spilled out of you. He held himself over your body as you both breathed out regaining yourselves.

~~~

Harry was the first to stand up and go to the bathroom for a rag to clean you up. While he got the towel and you joined him in the bathroom to take a quick piss. You finished and washed your hands, then joined him back on the bed.

“Here baby.” Harry spread your legs again to clean you up. You watched him carefully stroke the warm towel around your pussy to clean up what he left.

“Say it again”

“Say what, my love? …..That I love you?”

“Yes”

“I love you y/n. I love you so much” - he threw the towel on the ground and laid next to you- “I will always stand up for you” - he played with your hair- “I will always stick up for you,,,, You will always be mine.. I will always be yours”- He kissed your forehead- “and most importantly I will always love you, forever and ever, like I promised.”

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broodybatboy · 3 years ago

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⚔️ The Valkyries: Headcanons

@gwynweek2022 Day 4: The Valkyries

"Don't you know? You can never beat us." - Blossom, Powerpuff Girls

Emerie: a tablespoon of calm, a pound of resilience, a pinch of spice, and an ounce of boss 💯

Nesta: a cup of rage, a dash of intimidation, and a heaping tablespoon of love topped with a crown 👑

Gwyn: buckets of joy, a pinch of aggression, a squeeze of intellect and whole sticks of buttery sunshine ☀️

These are the ingredients chosen to make the perfect girls but the Mother accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction: Friendship

Thus, the Valkyries were born.

The gals faces while reading smutty books:

Nesta: Smirking, raising an eyebrow, bookmarks pages for Cass...

Gwyn: Squealing, gasping, wide-eyed, yelling at characters

Emerie: Poker face, "hmm", snickers, re-reads the 🔥🌶

Gwyn is the silly and goofy one. She's also the kind one who gives the lil pep talks and makes them believe in themselves

Emerie is the straightforward, no-nonsense one that tells them when they're being stupid. But also the one to have a cup of tea or a book ready at any moment's notice

Nesta is protective and will scare the shit out of anyone who hurts her babies. But will also hold their hair back while they puke and give them a shoulder to cry on

How many Valkyries does it take to fix a lightbulb?

(1) Nesta to break it in a rage and then, hide it.

(2) Emerie holding the ladder while Nesta climbs on to change it.

(0) Gwyn points out that Az has wings & would fix it if she asked.

Once the friends-to-lovers become obvious Emerie and Nesta decide to turn the tables on Azriel. They tie him up to a chair in a dark cellar and begin to interrogate him

Emerie: "What are your intentions with our Gwyn?!?"

Nesta: *shining a bright light in his face* "DO YOU LOVE HER?!"

Emerie: "All right shadow boi, since you're so good with those hands, write a list about all the reasons she's perfect."

Nesta: "Okay, dumb bat. I'm gonna give you a scenario: Gwyn is at a large party. She's a little anxious, she's hungry, and there's a small rip in her dress. What do you fix first?"

Azriel: "Um I wo-"

Emerie: "Trick question. YOU WOULDN'T HAVE LET ANY OF THESE THINGS HAPPEN in the first place."

Emerie and Gwyn having secret tea time with Cassian bc he's starting to enjoy smutty books but he will literally never hear the end of it if Nesta or Azriel ever find out.

The gals teasing and encouraging Cassian about all the ways he gets Nesta all hot and bothered. The trio just gushing about how beautiful Nesta is.

Meanwhile, in the other room...

Azriel: "The shadows say they've moved on to discussing The Lord who Loathed Me."

Nesta, smirking: "Gwyn wants to go to the symphony. Emerie's gonna bail at the last minute so you can take her. Pass the cookies."

Azriel, chuckles: "Cassian is comparing himself to Lord Antoine. They particularly enjoyed the heated argument in the study. Hmm...what should I wear?"

Nesta, laughing: "He is the bane of my existence. The silk dress shirt, Gwyn always freaks out about your biceps."

Emerie, Gwyn and Nesta having stylish fashion shows in their closets and giving each other makeovers.

Emerie, Gwyn and Nesta watching romantic comedies and quoting them all the time. Their favorites

Emerie: The Notebook

Gwyn: When Harry Met Sally

Nesta: 10 Things I Hate About You

Emerie, Gwyn and Nesta singing Shania Twain’s Man! I Feel Like a Woman!

Emerie, Gwyn and Nesta getting absolutely plastered drunk in Velaris and dancing their butts off in the most joyous way possible

Emerie, Gwyn and Nesta going on missions together and being so in sync

Like Gwyn is scouting the perimeter and covering blind spots, Nesta would take the lead and subdue the enemy, Emerie would come from behind and finish him off

The trio commemorates the anniversary of the Blood Rite. They go to Emerie's house in Illyria. This time, there's no fear, there's no risk of danger, this time they're safe and ready to defend themselves.

They sit around the table sipping wine and eating a chocolate cake with "Valkyries" written in icing until they are too full of sugar and love for each other.

The next day they go to the coast. They walk along the shoreline and climb the top of a seacliff. They share a laugh, they share a cry, and they share the stories of all they have overcome. The three of them wrap their arms around each. They sit for a long while watching the waves crash against the rock.

"Nothing can break us."

#tag yourself which valkyrie are you?#literally I am gwyn whenever I read #if I was Az I would be terrified in that interogration room #Also Az and Nesta eavesdropping makes me so happy #gwynweek2022 #gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara #gwyn acotar #gwyn acosf #valkyries #gwynriel #nesta archeron #emerie acotar #emerie acosf #nesta acosf #acosf #nesta

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Nice! May I request romantic relationship headcanons for Levi, Pieck and Jean? And what do you think are their ideal s/o?Thank you very much!! ❤️

living for Pieck content rn so thank you

Levi

is adamant about saying “hello” and “goodbye”

will genuinely get especially upset if you don’t say goodbye back lmao

“Bye” ...... “Did you hear me, I said ‘bye’”

stems from the fact that he’s lost people and wasn’t able to say goodbye and doesn’t want either of you to go through that (just in case)

does not beat around the bush, if he senses that you’re upset about something he will bring it up and encourage you to talk about it and will just listen if you don’t want any advice

will also just sit there with you literally as long as you need if you just need to decompress and want some company

shows his affection by making fun of you lmfao

but it’s like inside joke stuff a lot of the time, nothing that would actually upset you/embarrass you in front of other people

like if you one time accidentally put salt instead of sugar in some tea, he will give you shit about it forever

you’ll say you’re making tea and you’re sure to hear some stupid shit like, “Not poisoned, please”

a guaranteed way to get a lil laugh out of him every time is by trying to wrestle him

and he won’t let you win because he’s a little shit

he thinks it’s genuinely funny that you even try to wrestle him

but he does always kiss your head afterward, v cute

he actually brings out his crude humor more because of you, bc you like it, don’t lie

not the jealous type but is protective and will kick ass if provoked

I see Levi’s type as being someone who is very resilient but also very emotionally intelligent, especially because he’s so hard to read. Body language is more his style rather than actually using his words. Actions do speak louder than words with Levi and I think his ideal S/O would likely have to have the same mindset. However, when verbal communication is important, I think Levi ideally fits best with someone direct and also doesn’t beat around the bush. I don’t think he’d be into fighting, more like discussing if one or both of you is upset. Also, I think Levi would just seek out someone who is warm, and can still see the brighter side to life. I think it would help him immensely to have his S/O be someone who is a genuinely happy person with a lot of love to give. God knows Levi deserves gdi!!

Pieck

she would be THE most praise-filled partner lmao

like for literally anything, she would make sure you knew she was so proud of you/happy for you

will make anything something to celebrate

even just the littlest thing. did you have a really good day at work? yay! she’s buying you your fav treat

of course, BIG accomplishments come with BIG celebrations

she’s the S/O who plans you a surprise party but you might get a little suspicious just bc you know she likes to do shit like this lmao

she’s grateful that you act surprised anyway

won’t apologize for spooking you when she just decides to get on all fours and you walk in on her crawling around LMAO

“you know I do this all the time, why do you still scream like that?” - she still says this like twice a week

quality time quality time quality time, she loves quality time

you both have a couples’ hobby to bond over

something like baking too where it serves a purpose and is fun with her

not afraid to be affectionate and is always squeezing your arm, holding your hand, poking at you

PDA queen

might even (aka absolutely does) have a problem with remembering boundaries because she’s just so willing to touch and be touched lmaooo

your friends and your family all love the h*ck out of her

Because it’s a head canon that Pieck just always looks as things as “glass half full”, I do think she’d benefit from having her S/O be a little more grounded and down to earth just to keep her out of trouble. But also, she would loooove someone who also chooses positivity. Life is short (especially for canonverse Pieck), so making memories would be really important to her and she of course prefers to make really happy ones. I think she’d prefer her S/O to be allll about physical affection because she’d prefer someone who was 110% okay with PDA. I also think ideally, she’d be great with someone who is a really good listener and also knows exactly what to say to her when she does happen to have a bad day and gets a little sad. Pieck is just queen shit for life!!!

Jean

is the sass master lmfao

he thrives, simply thrives, on your attention

is always trying to get your attention

“Babe, look at me, watch me do this new thing I just learned!!”

you don’t understand, he will actually die if you don’t pay attention to him

always showing off to impress you

even if you’ve been dating a while, he needs to impress you and he needs to have your attention on him

will act casual about doing romantic things like buying flowers, gifting you little trinkets, and will pretend to be embarrassed when you get excited, but he loves doing them and loves how excited you get

and he thinks he’s being sly about being so casual and getting “embarrassed” but this boy is just an open book

you will never have to question his feelings for you because, again, he’s an open book whether he likes it or not

even before dating when he was just crushing hard, everyone knew he liked you (including you), he literally just can’t hide his feelings for you

absolutely acts like hot shit in front of everyone but when it’s just you two, he’s such a baby

like tbh if you don’t baby him, jean will whine about it

loves witty banter with you and you guys have so many inside jokes that it’s annoying to everyone else

you two are THE couple in the corner judging everyone and snickering about it

he’s not obsessive about PDA but his favorite thing is when his arm is around your shoulders and you reach up to hold his hand that’s hanging off your shoulder idk i can’t explain why this is such a big jean hc for me

I think Jean would actually do well with another hothead and it’s just such a head canon for me! Not like always fighting or anything, but it just seems like he’d love his S/O to be just as open about their emotions. And honestly, he needs to date someone who can take his sense of humor and can take his own ridic temper, and not only take it, but know how to steady him/cool him down. I think he would learn how to do this for his S/O as well, learning not only what buttons to push (because he would learn that just for shits and giggles), but know how to undo it and settle you down and make you happy. Jean would be that boyfriend who genuinely isn’t afraid to seek validation from you and I think his ideal S/O would be someone who puts him as a priority and is okay with constantly reassuring him that he’s a priority and showing him that he is. He’s a loyal boy and I think he would ideally prefer someone who goes all in just like him. Jean just needs a hug and he’s not afraid to ask his partner for one!!

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hi! i really like your posts and recently i came across some anti kataang arguments and i would like to see your opinion on that (if you want to answer because you must be very tired of answering those lol)

“i remember perfectly aang forcing himself into katara. not only once, but a lot of times. in that talk they were having during the play it was one of the moments aang was intrusive”

“i saw people saying that katara was jealous of aang with that kids in kyoshi island, which she obviously was not. she was annoyed at them”

“kataang had no development. it feels like a ship made out of nowhere”

“aang is completely obsessed with the idea of katara being his. proof is that episode were the guru tells him he has to let go of her and he choses to break the connection. it’s like: look what i did for you, you should stay with me. aang learning to let go would have been a evolution for his character”

“making them stay together in the end just because aang is the protagonist and has to stay with the girl is boring and adds nothing to the plot”

“he spend years after a girl that never felt the same for him”

hi anon! im very flattered you like my posts 🥰💛 and you’re not wrong that sometimes it gets a lil tiring addressing anti kataang arguments, but that’s because 90% of them are the same foolish rhetoric dressed up in a different costume, lol. i finally have some free time, so i’ll take a stab at these for you!

“i remember perfectly aang forcing himself into katara. not only once, but a lot of times. in that talk they were having during the play it was one of the moments aang was intrusive”

not gonna lie, this particular “argument” made me crack up laughing because they “remember perfectly… lots of times” but can only name one instance 😂 like i am on the floor, because trying to get away with that in a formal essay would earn them nothing more than a goose egg. you need evidence to support a claim, which this “claim” has none of. i mean,, when does aang force himself onto katara?? when katara initiates every cheek kiss they share?? when they are mutual participants in several shared hugs?? don’t get me started on DOBS - the Now or Never Kiss that falls under literally requires reciprocation from both parties, lol. but regarding the ever-so-infamous EIP episode they bring up:

This post talks specifically about EIP and the play’s portrayal of Aang and Katara (and how it cannot be used to define their relationship). This post explains the true source of Katara’s conflict in turning down Aang (i.e. the war itself and the risks the war presents for both of them) and why the EIP kiss did not “ruin” Kataang’s relationship. This post explains how the EIP kiss was resolved through narrative parallels. This post explains how the EIP kiss is so often blown out of proportion. This post explains how Aang did not “threaten” Katara in EIP (with some excellent commentary in the notes, too).

the fact of the matter is that yes, aang overstepped a boundary with katara there. no one has ever contested that because to do so would be to disregard canon, and here’s the thing about kataang shippers: we love atla canon. it gave us everything we wanted and more. (imo, that’s what anti kataangers don’t understand.) the EIP episode can be interpreted as a “low point” for many reasons, but the primary “takeaway” is that the play performed was imperialist propaganda that preyed on the gaang’s insecurities and demeaned them (much to the pleasure of the Fire Nation audience), which had negative consequences, one of which was aang kissing katara largely out of desperation. no one has ever excused that! thus, what i think isn’t clicking with anti kataangers is that aang and katara’s miscommunication in EIP is not a representation of their relationship being doomed to fail. aang made a mistake and immediately backed off without question or hesitation. katara has time to make her own decision and chooses to forgive him. doesn’t it strip more of katara’s agency away to conclude that katara could never ever ever forgive her best friend for a single mistake that - comparatively - could have been a whole lot worse?

(im just saying.)

“i saw people saying that katara was jealous of aang with that kids in kyoshi island, which she obviously was not. she was annoyed at them”

honestly, i have a question for whoever came up with this jfksjdasks. okay, yes, she was annoyed. that’s a given based on her exasperated eye rolls and sighs. but why was katara annoyed with them, hmm?

here’s my thing about katara’s feelings in this ep: jealousy and annoyance are not inherently the same, it’s true. a person can be annoyed without being jealous (obviously). as such, there are essentially two possible interpretations that have validity, although one in my opinion has greater weight in canon:

1. yes, it is possible to interpret katara’s annoyance that episode as being solely related to their delays on kyoshi island. one can reasonably argue that katara’s romantic feelings for aang were not as strong so early in the series (it’s only episode 4, after all, although lbr - she was Looking at aang’s tattoos in episode 1 lmao), and therefore the primary reason she was annoyed at the fangirls is because they were one of the causes extending their stay on the island when katara felt they needed to leave. it’s a fair interpretation.

2. a different and stronger interpretation, in my opinion, is that katara’s irritation was a product of both annoyance at their extended stay and jealousy of the fangirls’ obsession with aang. because here’s the thing about jealousy: it doesn’t have to be some extreme, exaggerated emotion/reaction! when katara gets jealous of on ji in book 3, she makes a single comment about aang and on ji dancing together. when aang gets jealous of jet in book 2 (because of sokka’s teasing), he, too, makes a single comment (i.e. that it would be a bad idea for katara to kiss jet). i bring these two moments up because they explicitly demonstrate within atla canon that reactions of jealousy do not have to be dramatique and outrageous, à la zuko throwing ruon-jian across the room in book 3, lmao. jealousy can be simple! kept to oneself! as such, katara’s disgruntled manner in that episode - which, might i add, is largely if not only shown in reaction to aang with the fangirls - can certainly be interpreted as a quieter form of jealousy akin to several other moments within canon.

more than that, however, if the writers did not at all want jealousy to be an interpretation on the table… why on earth would they have bothered to mention jealousy as a possibility? here’s the relevant excerpt from the episode transcript:

Koko: [Stomps her foot in annoyance and puts her hands on her hips, while another girl happily waves at Aang; irritated.] What’s taking you so long, Aangy?

Cut back to Aang and Katara; the former enthusiastically waves back at his awaiting fangirls, while the latter raises an eyebrow at the scene.

Katara: [Slightly mocking.] Aangy…

Aang: [Enthusiastically.] Just a second, Koko!

Katara: [Sarcastic.] “Simple monk,” huh? [Annoyed.] I thought you promised me that this Avatar stuff wouldn’t go to your head.

Aang: It didn’t. You know what I think? You just don’t want to come because you’re jealous.

Katara: [Close-up; angrily.] Jealous? [More high pitched voice.] Of what?

Cut to a broader shot. Aang moves back slightly, when an irritated Katara resumes to ferociously stuff the basket with more fruits.

Aang: Jealous that we’re having so much fun without you.

Katara: [Irritated.] That’s ridiculous.

(sidebar, but can i just say that seeing “ferociously stuff” to describe putting fruits away is arguably the funniest thing i’ve ever read sjkdhsjalks)

to me, this excerpt alone all but proves katara’s irritation is a mixture of annoyance at the girls’ (and aang’s) behavior/their delayed departure and jealousy regarding how the fangirls’ fawn over aang. katara clearly demonstrates frustration at aang’s seeming lack of concern for their time crunch and how he’s letting his status get to his head (and remember, y’all: this is very early book 1 aang, he’s barely begun to truly reconcile what it means to be the avatar and the last airbender, which is understandable and a-okay! can’t have growth if he doesn’t start somewhere!). that checks out. but next thing you know, katara’s reaction proceeds to dramatically heighten when aang teases the idea of jealousy to her. again: why include this moment if jealousy was never on the table whatsoever as an interpretation for her feelings of irritation? why make katara’s response intensify so strongly if she’s not jealous even a little bit?

in sum, while i don’t think katara’s aggravation is solely fueled by jealousy, the episode itself points to jealousy as at least a part of it. simple!

“kataang had no development. it feels like a ship made out of nowhere”

this take screams willful ignorance, like did they even watch the whole show?? it’s not worth addressing over and over, ngl.

This post and this post explain how Katara’s feelings for Aang develop throughout the series. This post explains how Aang consistently supported Katara throughout the series. This post demonstrates how Kataang is literally ingrained in every episode.

“aang is completely obsessed with the idea of katara being his. proof is that episode were [sic] the guru tells him he has to let go of her and he choses [sic] to break the connection. it’s like: look what i did for you, you should stay with me. aang learning to let go would have been a evolution for his character”

“completely obsessed” h e l p i weep for the lack of brain cells 😭 it is so hard to just say “kataang isn’t my cup of tea” and go?? seriously?? i thought we were past making stuff up to support shipping agendas. lord help us. real quick:

This post explains how Aang never acted like he was “entitled” to Katara’s affections. This post explains how Katara and Aang do not “idolize” each other. This post and this post talk about Aang’s chakra being blocked and unblocked, and how it had to do with fear, not attachment. This post talks about Aang and the Avatar State, explicitly discussing “The Crossroads of Destiny” and the notion of attachment/letting Katara go.

okay, let’s take this claim one sentence at a time:

“the guru tells him [aang] he has to let go of her [katara] and he choses [sic] to break the connection.”

first of all. FIRST OF ALL. can you imagine the hellfire that would have rained down if aang hadn’t chosen to go rescue katara? here is a piece of the episode transcript:

… Right before he is able to completely open the final chakra and master the Avatar State, however, he hears a shriek from Katara and sees a vision of her in chains. At this, he jumps out of the energy sphere and runs away from the Avatar Spirit. The energy bridge that leads him there slowly vanishes behind him until it catches up and falls from underneath him, causing his image to plummet toward Earth. This cuts his connection to the Avatar State, which forces him back to reality.

Aang: Katara’s in danger! I have to go! [Prepares to exit.]

Pathik: No, Aang! By choosing attachment, you have locked the chakra! If you leave now, you won’t be able to go into the Avatar State at all!

Aang hesitates but leaves anyway, leaving Pathik concerned and disappointed.

aang chose to leave because katara was in danger. if he had chosen to stay,, dear god. the vitriol that would have been thrown around. “aang doesn’t really love katara! he chose not to save her!” “aang is so selfish and greedy! he chose power over love!” it’s literally a catch-22. damned if he does leave, damned if he doesn’t leave. #fandomlogic

anyways, yes, sure, aang chose to leave, which at the time broke the connection. he was indeed in avatar state limbo for a Hot Minute. whoop de do.

“it’s like: look what i did for you, you should stay with me.”

logical fallacy: ad hominem, hasty generalization, ∴ not worth our time 💛

“aang learning to let go would have been a [sic] evolution for his character”

i have amazing news for those who perpetuate this take. aang did let her go! he would not have been able to enter the avatar state in COD if he hadn’t! point blank, it is utterly untrue to pretend aang did not “let go” of his attachment to katara. now, im not going to get into the concept of “attachment” here and what it truly meant for aang to have “let katara go” in the book 2 finale (if it was good, bad, etc. etc.). there is a lot of material to work with there that would require like,, an entire post to dig into, if not more. the fact of the matter is that aang did let katara go, and the proof is that he successfully entered the avatar state before azula killed him. the above claim thus sits in complete contradiction to canon and is a moot point.

“making them stay together in the end just because aang is the protagonist and has to stay with the girl is boring and adds nothing to the plot”

“making them stay together” again, is it so hard for someone to just say “kataang isn’t my thing, im gonna stick to fanon pairings, but y’all have fun” i mean that really, really does not seem so difficult to me! also, “making” is a hilarious word to use just because,, atla is a work of fiction. in that respect, the writers “made” everything happen. you cannot escape their sphere of control.

anyways. that’s just funny to me lmao

but no, aang and katara did not get together in a romantic fashion just because aang was the lead male protagonist and katara was the lead female protagonist. i refer back to these posts from earlier:

aang and katara got together because their relationship had been developed since episode 1, duh. reducing their relationship to “lead guy + lead girl” completely disregards the legwork done and the foundation laid for their romantic partnership. like, all someone has to do is rewatch the show 😂 and i hate to break it to whoever created that take, but to say kataang “adds nothing to the plot” again ignores how their relationship is one of the two most important in the show (the other being aang and zuko’s relationship as narrative foils). it is not a cheap coincidence that kataang embodies multiple complementary themes/motifs of atla: push and pull, yin and yang, air and water, oma and shu, etc. etc. their relationship adds emotional depth! how is that not relevant to the plot! atla is a show where just about every relationship is important in some regard (this post touches upon how aang alone transforms all of his friends - think of the bigger picture, then, and how every other dynamic weaves in a crucial thread to create the beautiful tapestry we call atla!).

my point is that kataang is relevant to the plot the way every relationship in atla is, whether or not someone ships/enjoys them. you cannot have a good show without having intimate relationships (emotionally, i mean). can you imagine if someone said zuko and iroh’s relationship wasn’t relevant to the plot?? there is a reason it is such a powerful moment when iroh and zuko reunite in the finale. similarly, there is a reason yue’s sacrifice and sokka’s consequential (and lasting) grief is so poignant. there is a reason it is so heartbreaking when katara and sokka have to leave behind their father at the beginning of tsr. to tie back to kataang, there is a reason it is so hard to watch katara dismiss aang in that same episode. there is a reason so many people are moved when katara pulls aang out of the avatar state when appa is stolen. there is a reason emotional reactions are incited during atla and it is because these relationships are so important!! i don’t care if someone thinks kataang is “boring” - that’s their opinion, they have a right to it. but to insist their relationship wasn’t relevant to the plot? to the story? when in fact it was a key component from episode 1?

are you kidding me?

“he spend years after a girl that never felt the same for him”

“years” lol doesn’t atla take place over the course of a year at most? pretty sure this person didn’t even watch the show 😂 for a third time, i refer to these posts:

i hope i addressed these (nonsensical) arguments to your satisfaction, anon! a lot of them are the same tried-and-failed anti kataang arguments, smh. not to incite new discourse lmao, but it’d be nice if there was at least some variety 😂 thank you again for your kind words, my friend! 💛

#kataang #aang #katara #aanglove #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla analysis #kataangtag #amy answers #anon #amy analyzes

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