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melminli · 10 months ago

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teachers pet - by melanie martinez

pairing: young coriolanus snow x fem. reader

summery - if i'm so special, why am i secret?

word count: 2k+

contains: student coryo (academy is basically a uni), teacher reader, age gap (coryo is in his early twenties while the reader is somewhere in her thirties), teacher x student relationships, dark themes, cheating (reader is married), mommy issues, manipulating, blackmailing

The life of a nerd didn't look as bad as it was portrayed in movies or books. However, it must be said that Coriolanus Snow had neither the stereotypical look nor behavior of a nerd, which may have been the reason why he was hardly treated like one. He had only the best, the good grades of a model student, the popularity of a popular student, and the good looks of a young man his age.

Cute girls queued up to get a chance with him since he seemed like a dream. In a world full of boys, he was a gentleman, a young man with a secure future. Some of his classmates would joke that he would be the future president of Panem, although they always had a slightly confident undertone while saying that. To be honest, no one would be surprised if he would be someday.

"Come on, Coriolanus! Let's go for a drink, you're never coming with us!" Complained the voice of some side character. "I'm sure you have a good chance with most of the girls in the bar - or boys. Whatever you like, I don't judge." He joked, and Clemensia hit him on the shoulder with her fist to warn him to take it down a notch.

She spoke in his place. "Leave him be. He's not into that sort of thing. I'm sure he'd rather spend his time doing more productive things." A slight grin stretched across her features. "Maybe you should try that sometime. Perhaps then you wouldn't fail half the subjects."

Festus interrupted the conversation as he walked past the group. "Come on, Clemmie. Leave the poor guy alone. We're students. It's normal to go partying every now and then." His eyes looked somewhat defiantly at Coriolanus. "You only live once. There's no need to waste it."

Alcoholics and drug addicts use the same excuse, stupid idiot. Coriolanus had enough of this whole interaction. It was time to wrap it up. "Of course, and everyone is free to live this life the way they want." He said with a falsely charming smile when he finally got a chance to speak. "I'm afraid I don't have much time either, I'm already in demand elsewhere."

Unfortunately for him, Arachne couldn't hold her tongue and had to carry on the conversation. "And so late on a Wednesday, too? Don't tell me our teacher's pet is in trouble. Has Mrs. Lola finally realized that you're just trying to get better grades with your flirting, and she doesn't actually have a chance with the pretty boy?" She joked as she mentioned the older woman who was getting closer to retirement with each passing year.

But her comment didn't make the intended person bitter, but Festus, who had to grit his teeth in annoyance. "Can't believe that shit works. I complimented her the other day, and she gave me a look like she was cursing me and the rest of my bloodline." He sighed. "I don't even want kids."

Coriolanus was getting impatient. If at least Sejanus was here, he could cover for him enough to leave, but no, they didn't share every damn course there was. He couldn't believe that this bothered him somehow. "No. Actually, I have asked to speak with Mrs. Rosey regarding her assigned homework." He announced, mentioning your name.

His pretty literature teacher. The only woman he wanted.

The eyes of the person who had started the whole thing in the first place lit up briefly. Coriolanus didn't bother to remember his name. "Oh, she's that one young teacher, isn't she?" He asked. The title wasn't really that hard to get since most of the teachers at the academy were dinosaurs. "She's pretty hot, I regret dropping literature man, but at the end of the day it's just an unnecessary course that requires extra work."

Okay, now Coriolanus was not only annoyed but also angry and had to stop himself from looking too passionate. "Right, see you tomorrow." He quickly said goodbye and paid no further attention to what the others were saying as he made his way to the teachers' lounge. He quickly fixed his tie and hair before knocking on the door. Fortunately, he didn't meet anyone else in the corridors who wasted his time unnecessarily. His patience was getting thin, and he didn't think he had enough of it to make him exchange more false smiles and words.

"Come in..." He heard your muffled voice call through the door before he slowly opened it, and his eyes immediately turned to your table. You, too, looked up from the papers in front of you and met his figure as you turned your chair to the side. "Mr. Snow, you said you had a question about the assignment I gave you."

There was a step between you two, but your voice still felt close. Maybe it was because you two were the only ones in the room since it was pretty late. Now that Coriolanus was looking down at your figure, you looked quite exhausted and seemed barely able to keep your eyes open. Judging by your desk, you were in the middle of correcting last week's quiz, but he doubted that was the only thing you were working on. Your usually well-groomed appearance was a little more disheveled. There were strands of hair peeking out from various places, and the first few buttons of your shirt were undone. "You never called me." Was all he said as he watched you avoid his gaze.

Your tongue licked over your dry lips as you searched for the right words. "I don't think that has anything to do with the assignment." You replied. Maybe my mistake was, hoping he had a question in the first place. "I'm not going to talk about other matters, I'm busy." You tried to explain to him.

Coriolanus laughed in disbelief. He placed his coat and bag on the chair next to him before leaning back against your table. "Oh, please. I can understand you wanting to keep our special time a secret, but don't try to deny it." He spat out, placing his hand on the papers to stop you from continuing to work on it. "Do you regret the things we shared, huh? Don't lie to me."

You met his gaze after you sighed. "Look, Mr. Snow. I'm sure you'll understand me when I tell you that you should rather concentrate on your studies, don't you think?"

His jaw tightened further as you continued to skillfully evade his questions. As if you didn't care at all, as if you didn't care about him. He was fully aware that what he was getting into was something short-term, but he still wouldn't allow you to throw him away as easily as trash. "Oh, so it's Mr. Snow now? What happened to Coryo."

You stood up so you could speak to him at eye level. Coriolanus has always been a bit more clingy with you. You expected no less, and yet it didn't make this whole procedure any less difficult. "Look, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I'm married, and you know that." You tried to work through the situation. You grabbed his arms to comfort him with your touch. "There are so many young girls out there who want you. I'm so much older than you, and I'm also your teacher. From the beginning, this was something that wouldn't last."

He shook his head. "I don't care about them. It's you I want, please. Only you." He begged, and this time, he was the one who grabbed your arms to stop you from leaving, from leaving him. Coriolanus could see in your eyes how his desperation couldn't convince you, and he wished it would. Not only because he wanted to, but also so that he wouldn't have to resort to other methods, but you left him no other choice. "It would be a scandal if the whole thing came out, don't you think?"

You just sighed tiredly when he didn't let you go. "Sweetie..."

He softened a little at the pet name, but that didn't stop him. "No, you can't just use me until you're satisfied and then dispose of me. I will tell everyone and you know that as a teacher you will be in a position where people will accuse you of taking advantage of me." He explained as he pushed you between him and the desk while he watched the look of irritation on your face. His one hand came up to gently stroke your cheek, but his true intentions were visible through the strong grip on your arm. "And of course, you can try to tell the truth or try to defend yourself, but you know who they're more likely to believe."

He hadn't only pushed your body in a corner anymore. "So what? We're going to keep doing this until you're satisfied and let me go." You asked, seeing no long-lasting result.

That was your mistake. It hadn't been long since you'd been married, so Coriolanus was aware that you hadn't changed your surname. He liked that about you. He liked the sound of Rosey, and he too wanted to hold you like a little pretty rose in his grasp. "Yes. Except I won't let you go. Ever." he said with a slightly dreamy look.

You dared to disagree. "Mr. Snow - " you began, but changed your tone when you saw him grimace angrily and tighten his grip on your arm. " - Coryo, look. You're a smart boy, and yes, I enjoyed our time together, but it's not right that - "

" - I love you, and if it's wrong, then I don't want to be right. Why can't you understand that already? I know I'm young, but I'm not naive, so don't talk to me like I am." He spat out in annoyance and finally reached the end of his patience. His eyes glanced briefly next to you at the table where the sheets of paper were now messely scattered around. It seemed you were in the process of correcting his. how convenient. his hand grabbed it and held it in front of you. "Let's play a little game. If I pass this quiz, you'll give me something I want."

Your eyes didn't move from his. You knew you had to play along whether you wanted to or not, and you didn't seem to get far with values and morals. You doubted you would do it at all with him. "And what do you want?" You asked him simply.

He leaned closer to you. "A kiss."

You met his eyes and took the paper from his hand without even glancing at it. "You passed." You confirmed and pulled him into a soft kiss.

This is how he liked you. When you touched him tenderly like now and stroked his hair lovingly. Coriolanus only felt like this with you. Do you think he wouldn't have tried to get away from you? He did, first with several girls who just wanted him to give and give and he hated that they just took from him and thought it was enough if they just stood pretty next to him or leaned back and spread their legs. Hated them, and so he tried women who were older than him and then women who had the same color eyes as you, some who smiled like you and then some whose voice was similar to yours. He liked those the most because with them, he could just close his eyes and imagine it was you.

Then he finally got tired of just imagining it, and once he had a taste of what might be, there was no going back to his old ways.

"I love you." He finally said as you ended the kiss and he leaned his forehead against yours while his hands wrapped around yours. "Don't ever think about leaving me again and don't make me out to be crazy for wanting you."

What am I supposed to do with you, little snowflake, now that you don't melt away? "All right, Coryo, I won't." You just replied and saw no point in arguing with him anymore. You knew him well enough to know how possessive and dominant he could get. However, you liked him more when he was dependent on you and sought your approval. "But be good and a little nicer to me, will you?" You said and squeezed his hands. "Because if I wanted some stupid man who was full of himself, I'd go to my husband."

He nodded quickly, giving in easily now that it was clear that he had you. "Of course, anything you want. I'll do anything you want." He spoke and took your hand in his up to place a kiss on it. "All you have to do is ask for it."

Coriolanus would take care of your useless husband. You wouldn't need him when you were going to marry him soon.

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lampochkaart · 1 year ago

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Kokichi is asexual and you can't change my mind (and Kaito is an ace too 'cause i said so)

Here is why i think that way

Disclaimer! This post is not created to judge or shame anyone. I created it to explain why i think about them in that way and maybe try to make this headcanon to be more popular. I might sound kinda salty at times here but in general I don't mean to hurt anybody.

It kinda confuses me why so often Kokichi portrayed a little bit too intrested in making sexual comments and jokes. I probably shouldn't be surprised, because I know that we live in a sex obsessed world. I'm kinda used to it at this point. But I think people kinda exaggerate it.

In actual game he doesn't make sexual comments and jokes THAT often and 90% of the time they are directed at Miu who is the MAIN sourse of them in game. I even think that he would not say so many of those things if Miu wouldn't be starting it first.

He even get's confused for a second when Gonta tells him he couldn't catch Miu for Insect Meet and Greet because his "face got hot".

And in bonus mode Dangan Salmon Team he isn't particularly intrested in that either. In most cases when the player chooses sexual option even though the game states that it was a good option Kokichi will often just change the coversation to a different topic. Yeah, they had fun, but they didn't really talk that much about initial chosen option.

"Let's read a dirty book."

"How about joining my organization instead?" *starts rambling about his organization*

And yes, I REFUSE to call this protag Shuichi. This is NOT my favorite protagonist. He would not fucking say this.

Look how they massacred my boy *cries*

One thing Kokichi also does very often is being sarcastic. I really like this scene. But surprisingly I've seen people taking his excitement as genuine and was like ??? How? Have you gone so crazy after you've seen his first phrase that you blacked out and missed part when he went "nope :)". He literally was like "Is that what you wanted me to say? You wish😊🖕"

I also like how sometimes when the protagonist say something sexual Ouma redirects topic from himself. And he often suggests Tenko as alternative. For a long time I couldn't understand why it was her specifically. And then I realised. It's because Tenko will beat up any man who says something like that to her. He literally indirectly tells player to fuck off.

I can't belive how often those moments are overlooked.

I think that's all my main points regarding Kokichi. Everything else is not very convincing and can be dismissed. But I just want to point out that his color palette basically resembles asexual flag, because I think that's a neat detail.

Now Kaito. I'm gonna be honest. The main reason I headcanon him as ace is because I headcanon all my favorite characters as asexual. But there is a reason I fully accepted him as ace.

The scene in Talent Development Plan where he's discussing "man's passion" with Leon and Teruteru. While they were talking about girls it turned out Kaito this whole time was talking about chasing passion in more philosophical sense. And by exploring "unknown worlds" he probably meant space (they really should've seen that coming).

That's pretty much it. I just saw 1 (one) reason to make it canon for me and immediatly jumped on it.

I think that's it for both of them. They're not the only characters i headcanon to be on the ace spectrum (and i also have some on the aro spectrum too!) but they're the ones I think about the most, so I thought I'd explain it.

#my art #artists on tumblr #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #drv3 kokichi #drv3 kaito #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma #kaito momota #asexual characters #asexual #using this tag feels kinda scary #i'm afraid i'm crowding the tag with my silly little post about this silly little characters #edit: tumblr was being mean and messed up post but i fixed it #analysis by lampochka #can i call it that??

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causenessus · 4 months ago

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part 0.14. ONE STEP FORWARD, TWO STEPS BACK.

"let me hang around, even if it's just some way to have a common burn."

from common burn by mazzy star, left in himeji, hyōgo

he hasn’t texted her back all day. she’s sure it’s because he’s busy. if he’s really going to catch a train in time, he’ll have to pack everything he’s bringing back with him, get to the station, take the train, drop everything off back at his apartment, and dozens of other things. he's busy. she tells herself that’s why he hasn’t texted back. and she shouldn’t be bothered, she’s not the only person in his life. she can't expect him to immediately reply to any of her texts.

she tries to stay positive. there's other possible explanations, too. he’s just as mischievous as he was in high school, and it's possible he's just playing with her, so she won’t know when he’s coming.

that’s probably the most likely answer, but she can’t help pacing around her apartment in anticipation. it’s a cold day, and kuroo and kenma are lazing around in the living room by the heater to stay warm as they scroll on their phones while she tries to make sure she’s thought everything out. although maybe she’s thought too much.

too much about their time spent together, about if he’s coming back to town just for her or if she just happens to be part of the reason why. and he’s come to keep her company and eat at onigiri miya when she’s working, but rarely have they ever gone out to eat together. she stayed awake laying in bed for hours thinking about the implications of his texts last night. was he asking her out? she couldn't be sure, and she was tired of overanalyzing every text between them when it was getting her nowhere.

she’d double-checked her outfit–simple and casual, but enough to keep her warm–with both kuroo and kenma who gave her a thumbs up. she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to trust their opinions on fashion, but they were the best she had at the moment and kenma was prone to saying whatever he was thinking anyway (which was both a blessing and a curse, depending on the day).

she's also learned her lesson from last year and spent the morning searching up what places would be open on new year's eve. then, she triple-checked on the phone with overworked hostesses that their holiday hours were correct.

she decided on a place that the pottery shop owner next to onigiri miya had recommended her. it was a new place that had risen to popularity within the last year; the ravens eye diner.

the name had already drawn her in from the start, and the old-fashioned, brick exterior of the building and neon sign in addition to their extensive menu was all she needed to decide it was the perfect spot. despite it being a holiday, they were still open all 24 hours. she felt bad for the employees, but at the same time, the more she thought about it, the more appealing the idea of spending the new year in a diner became. she was sure from the looks of their warm environment, it wouldn't actually be a bad place to spend the night at. but suna already had a plan for them, so maybe she’d bring up the idea next year if they liked the diner.

‘would there even be a next time? a next year with him?’ what if she managed to mess up or say something to him that was so bad it broke off their friendship? what if she got so tired of keeping her feelings pushed down she ended up finally confessing to him and ruining everything? what if they got distant and stopped talking altogether?

she groans, putting her hands in her face as she leans against the edge of her kitchen counter, tired of thinking. she just wants to see him, and be with him. he always distracts her from everything else. it's always just the present with him.

oh shit, had she gotten him a present?

“can you stop worrying for three seconds?” kenma’s voice comes from behind the couch, and she can only barely see his grown out bleached hair peeking out from the arm of the couch, where he’s resting his head on it.

she gives him a dirty look, which he can’t see but can still feel. “it’s not my fault i have no idea where he is or when he’s coming. he’s messing with me and it's stressing me out! and i just realized that i didn’t get him a gift because i didn’t know when he’d be coming back and didn’t want to be weird but now–”

a knock against the door makes her immediately shut up, and kenma lifts his head up slightly, looking at the door. kuroo spares it a glance as well before giving her a sly grin as she makes her way towards the door with a red face, each step feeling heavier and heavier.

it’s suffocating, standing in front of their brown wooden door. the silver lock and knob are right in front of her, and she’s frozen in place. she can feel him waiting on the other side, and then she decides ‘fuck it’ and swings the door open.

it’s only been maybe a week since she’s seen him, and she heard his voice just last night, but the sight of him makes her breath hitch; dark gray, wide-legged denim jeans and an oversized black sweater, with a white t-shirt peeking out from underneath. he has the same hooded eyes she’s been caught staring at multiple times, and he’d be wearing his trademark neutral expression as always if not for the small smile on his face that she immediately mirrors.

“hi,” he says, arms shifting. they’re behind his back, holding something she can't see

“hi,” she breathes, trying to remain composed. “what do you got there?” she asks, gesturing to his poor attempt to hide whatever he's carrying.

“just flowers,” he shrugs, brushing it off as if it's something completely casual. he takes his right arm out from behind him, revealing the bundle of lilies in his hand. they’re all still buds, closed but standing tall and she can’t help the way her smile grows at the sight and his lips follow. “i was busy trying to get this all together that i didn’t have time to text you back, i’m sorry. i mean– i probably could’ve, but in all honesty, i thought it’d be fun to leave you guessing about when i’d show up.”

“i can’t believe you,” she laughs, taking the flowers from him. “thank you for these. i'm not sure i forgive you for leaving me on delivered all day, but i can't say i didn't expect that to be your answer. did you get these from calico blooms? i would’ve thought they were closed today.”

“they were,” he answers and she tilts her head, brows furrowed in confusement. “like i said, i pulled some strings to get these. since you like lilies, right? unless you were just making up stuff when you tweeted about them.”

she’s quick to shake her head, starting to pull at one of the leaves on the stems of the bunch. “no, you were right. i love them.” she tries not to let his words get to her head. ‘for her? he had gone through the trouble of buying flowers for her?’

the conversation goes silent between them before he reveals what he’s been hiding in his left arm. it’s an inconspicuous rectangular box wrapped in brown paper with a smiley face drawn in the corner in black ink. she looks up from the present to his face as she takes the box from him with a small thank you and he only gives her a grin, “that’s your actual gift, but you should open it later. if you unwrap it now and like it, we'll be stuck here forever. which wouldn’t be the worst way to spend new year’s eve, but i’m starving. did you find somewhere we could go?”

“i did!” she brightens up at the question, reminded of the night they have ahead of them. “let me put these down and we can go.”

it’s like she’s lost all ability to function like a normal human being; she’s not sure what to do with the door in the meantime. she doesn’t want to shut it on him but she also doesn’t want to leave it open, where he’ll be able to see her embarrassment of ha roommate and his friend giving her the sleaziest, snarkiest smirks she’s ever seen that she wants so desperately to slap off both of their faces. she opts for the middle between her two choices and leaves the door slightly ajar as she places the flowers and gift on the kitchen table gently. she rolls her eyes at the two boys on her couch, flipping them off. they send up their own fingers as a goodbye before she grabs an overcoat and her keys before slipping out the door. she locks the door behind her, letting out a breath, finally glad to be out of kenma’s sight. she knows he’ll tease her to no end when she gets back, or maybe he’ll be spamming her phone with texts throughout the entire night.

“everything okay?” he asks with a small laugh, watching her pull her keys from the door with another sigh.

she gives him a smile back, “yeah. just kenma and kuroo being little shits, that’s all. but now we’re ditching them so things are great.”

she starts down the hall and he follows after her, falling into step. his presence next to her is comforting; she’s no longer nervous about tripping over her own feet being side by side with him like she was during the first two years they had known each other. instead, she's just hyperaware of every time their hands and arms brush against each other, the contact sending chills down her neck and spine. “i didn’t even notice them,” he comments, looking forward down the hall. “but i completely understand. that night i went to your exhibit literally everyone was waiting for me to come home, we're surrounded by little shits.”

she snickers at the image in her mind of his roommates sprawled out on their couches and suna’s deadpan when he walked through the door. “so, where are we going?” he asks, yellow-gray eyes narrowing as they look at her.

“it’s a diner my friend told me about,” she says, returning his gaze with an excited glint in her eyes. “the one from the pottery shop that osamu likes. she spoke really highly of it so i’m hoping it’s good. and they’re open all night, too.”

his brows raise with a nod, “even on new year's eve? good for them, i guess. how are the lovebirds doing, by the way? anything new between them?”

she hums in thought, trying to rack her brain for any new interactions between her boss and the girl next door, “i don’t think so. since osamu went out of town, they haven't really talked. she’s come into onigiri miya a few times to see if he’s back but i told her he won’t be returning until later this week.”

they step into the elevator to take them down to the ground level of her apartment building. the doors close as he responds, “maybe we’ll put together a plan when he gets back in town. he was always on twitter trying to see if she had posted something new when i hung out with him back home.”

she nods, “i was thinking the same thing. maybe i’ll force her to take him to this diner too if we like it.” the elevator door chimes as they reach the first floor, and he lets her go out first before walking beside her again.

the diner is everything she could have hoped for and more. she's resisted the urge to pull out her phone and text osamu about it all night; the two of them often go out to try places together because of their shared passion for food, but she wants to keep the place a secret until the pottery shop owner can take him here. they spend most of the night catching each other up on any stories they’ve missed while they’ve been apart and haven't gotten the chance to discuss over the phone yet. he tells her about the twins' latest pranks in hyōgo, and she tells him about the late nights spent gaming with kuroo and kenma.

the diner’s menu is colorful and glossy, each page laminated and spotless. there are countless items to choose from on each side, front and back, but she settles for something plain and simple. she orders half a grilled cheese and a bowl of tomato soup while he gets a soda and sandwich, seemingly unfazed by the freezing weather outside. they end up stealing parts of each other’s dinners, staying for around an hour before they pay, leaving a tip and heading towards the door. the blond hostess squeaks out a goodbye who they wave to before they wander back into the cold.

she lets him lead them as they keep chatting. even after the long nights they’ve spent on the phone over the break, they never run out of things to say. they climb up a tall hill until they reach a plateau, gravel crunching under their shoes. at the edge is a low concrete barricade overlooking the city. with such an important holiday being only minutes away, the city is as alive as it can get. minuscule yellow squares are scattered haphazardly across towering buildings, where lights are still on in offices, and she can barely make out the bright, colorful digital billboards that display advertisements, covering the walls of other structures entirely. on the surface of the barricade, a phrase has been spray-painted onto it, reading out “life is beautiful.”

they climb over the barrier, sitting on the top of its cold surface. a quick glance at her phone tells her the time. there’s just under 10 minutes until midnight.

he breaks the silence with a question, “how did this break goes for you?” he asks, drawing her attention to him. “i know you had kenma, and we called a lot, but i saw your tweet yesterday– about feeling lost. how are you doing now?”

she looks down at her hand, splayed atop the smooth stone surface they're seated on. he’s given her a chance to tell him how she feels. that he’s the one she feels lost without. she just needs to take the risk. “i’m doing better now,” she starts, trying to be honest. “it was fun to hang out with kenma and kuroo, and i’m thankful for them, but they also would’ve been fine on their own without because they're a pair, you know? and for me, that’s how i feel about you.” she's still staring at her hand, unable to look at him. she wants to see his reaction, but she can't bring herself to lift her head and her confidence slips away, “about you and omi. you guys are like my closest friends, and my other half. so i was really missing you guys.”

it’s silent and it feels like her entire body is burning. her face is burning, and strangely, her eyes are burning. she regrets her words; both her original statement and the excuse she added to it in a poor attempt to play it off. she's missed the perfect moment to tell him how she feels, but she's also not sure she wants to tell him. it’s hard for her to navigate through their friendship when it feels like she's in the dark, feeling around blindly for a boundary between them and what they are that doesn't even exist.

he tries not to let her last sentence get to him. he froze initially at her original explanation, but now the word is ringing through his head. she values him and omi equally. she sees them both as her closest friends.

he nods, because he doesn't feel like he can formulate words yet after that blow. but he needs to say something back, and pretend like everything is fine. “you know, if you’re ever feeling lonely, you can always just come back to hyōgo with me. i’ve mentioned you to my family before–”

“you’ve talked about me to your family?” she asks, face lighting up, and the awkward repercussions of her statement that formed between them have melted away again.

“yeah, just in the passing. i told them you were the inzarizaki's sports photographer, and you know my sister a little bit, so they all like you,” he says, nervously tugging at the collar of his sweater. “but if you’re not comfortable staying with us, atsumu and osamu’s mom is nice, if you could bear being in the same house as the both of them,” they both grimace at the idea and immediately reject it. “or why don’t you stay with omi? i’m sure he’d let you,” he suggests.

she shrugs with a sigh, looking towards the sky and he follows her gaze. “i don’t know. i just feel like i’m overstepping boundaries. like he shouldn’t have to care for me at our apartment and outside of it, too. i want him to enjoy his break. i want all of you to.”

he chuckles at her words, and the lazy smile on his face when she looks back at him makes her face feel warm again, “it’s not like you made us food after every game in high school, and still do even now. i wouldn’t mind if you stayed with me, really. you’re not a burden. we're friends, and we hang out because we like being around each other, not because we're forced to. you're talking like we're taking a break from you but no one thinks of you like that. we all love you.”

his words make the hair on the back of her neck stand up. they sound so genuine, and she hates the way he says friends even though just moments ago she said the same thing. she purses her lips with a sigh, “you sure know to be convincing, but i’m still not sure. cooking for you guys was different.”

“in what way?” he quips, raising his brows.

he laughs when she’s unable to respond because she's bluffing, there really isn't a difference. he’s right, but she doesn’t want to admit it. “i’ll think about it,” she finally says after taking in a breath. “about you and your family. maybe i can suck up to them when i meet them. that’d be fun.”

their conversation is cut short by a loud explosion that startles both of them. he stands up, slipping back down from the barrier to look around. “it was probably an early firework,” he guesses, standing a few feet away. she’s looking back at him, and his face is lit up by the screen of his phone as he looks down at it. “it’s 11:59, so we’re almost there.”

she turns back to face the city, waiting for him to return to his spot next to her. however, the sound of a camera shutter makes her look back again, an amused smile on her face as she sees his phone held up in her direction. “hey, i’m the photographer here,” she teases as he makes his way back towards her.

he sits next to her again, their legs brushing, and she can feel the heat radiating off his body. “well someone’s gotta take photos of you. and i’ve decided it’s my job now,” he replies, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

she doesn’t respond, she just looks at him with a smile.

his throat feels a little tight, staring back at her. he can’t help the way his sight flicks down just a bit to look at her lips, despite how hard he’s trying to stay focused on her eyes.

he almost says something. it almost escapes his chest before another boom makes them jump. they look forward, just in time to see yellow sparks fizzing high above the city, followed by red and white specks glittering amidst the background of the midnight sky.

she taps on her phone, just to check the time before she looks back up at him, “happy new year, rin.”

she’s finally remembered to say his first name, and he swears his heart stops for a second. he returns her smile, “happy new year, y/n.”

it’s their second new year together. another year of sitting close side by side, another year that he's not actually looking at the fireworks. he's admiring her while she watches the sky.

it's been another year.

another year of doing nothing more than stealing glances and covering up the truth with faux words; taking one step forward, then two steps back.

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i'm sorry if there's any typos </3 i've proofread and changed things like four times now and i want to move on <3

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by “pulling strings” to get y/n flowers, suna texted osamu about knowing the owner of the flower shop down the street from onigiri miya and osamu said he’d text mbb yn about it because she was good friends with the owner of the store.

kiyoko met him out front of the store, giving him the bouquet of flowers, telling him they’ll last around two weeks and they’ll bloom over the next few days, although she’s sure they both know that (from y/n’s original tweet about lilies <3)

she was giving him the biggest "i know ur in love with her and it is so cute" smile and look ever

he took them and thanked her. and he assumes they’re probably just white lilies (man doesn’t know anything about flowers although he wishes he does </3) but they’re PINK <3 and y/n will find that out later

inked y/n DEFINITELY helped kiyoko pick those out

hmmmm i wonder what y/n’s gift is

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bee-nutauthor · 2 months ago

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omg Jordan Li angst

You both have been crushing on each other from afar despite running in different circles.

You get injured somehow - maybe someone goes too hard sparring you, maybe you have a bully, maybe someone attacked you...

But you have a class project with Jordan and they seem a lot... Angrier than you'd expect, when they see that you're hurt.

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You slipped into the empty library chair by Jordan, later than the agreed upon time. “I'm so sorry, I got caught up with something and lost track of time,” you told them, smiling and wincing when it hurt your nose. You'd tried to clean up your face as best as you could, but supe or not, it would still take time for the bruising to go down. Make up had covered the most of it, but Jordan's eyes slid across your face and their spine stiffened as they took stock.

“What happened?” they asked angrily, shoving their hands into their lap under the table to hide their fists.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, eager to move on from this. You and Jordan weren't exactly friends. You ran in different social groups, sometimes bumping into each other at events on campus or at parties, but never really interacting past an awkward “hello, how are you,” and small talk. You dearly wished that you could come up with anything, any reason at all to get to hang out with them because you were crushing on Jordan. Badly.

They were popular, hanging out with the cool crowd. They would never be interested in someone like you, someone who didn't go out and party. Someone who stayed in and read books on Friday nights.

You shared a class this semester but never really hung out afterwards until your professor decided to pair you two up on a project. It was why you were shocked that Jordan seemed to be taking the news of your injury hard. And it was a bit flattering too.

“Seriously, tell me,” Jordan insisted. “What supe put their hands on you?”

You shrugged. “Some guy I rejected at a party. I didn't want to go home with him and he purposefully stood in my way today as I was coming here.” You recalled the impact with a wince. He had used his powers to make his skin super hard. You had turned the corner, and bounced right off of him and onto the ground, nose bleeding.

“What's his name?”

You told Jordan his name and they nodded their head tightly. “I'm gonna have a word with them. They won't be bothering you again.”

“Thanks, but why do you care?” you couldn't help but blurt out. You weren't even friends. Did Jordan care for you? They looked more mad than they should be about what had happened.

Jordan paused, as if not entirely sure how to answer this. They looked down at the open book on the table before laughing and shrugging it off. “Don't think too much on it. You're my project partner. I can't have something happening to you before we finish the project.”

“Right.” You nodded your head. Why would it ever be anything else? You were nothing but a good grade to them. You looked away to hide the hurt in your face, missing the conflicted expression on theirs.

It was probably for the best that they didn't care for you. “Let's focus on the work, then.”

Jordan opened and closed their mouth as if they wanted to say something else, but they had missed their moment. Silently, they turned to face you, listening to you as you spoke about the topic, wondering if they would ever get the courage to tell you about their true feelings one day.

#gen v #jordan li #jordan li x reader #drabble #slight angst

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year ago

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Daichi wasn't the kind of guy to initiate physical affection in public but he was never opposed to it either. You got a pass for pretty much anything as long as it wasn't too crazy of course. A kiss on the cheek, holding hands, even something just a smidge risque went back and forth from being tolerated to downright wanted. Daichi was always such a softie when it came to you and it felt as though the sky was the limit.

His perfect blue sky quickly turned dark once he saw you being sweet with other people though.

It's fine, he would tell himself. (y/n) is just like that and I can't change it, he would try to reason with his overly paranoid mind. But seeing you act so carefree around guys such as Nishinoya and Tanaka - it drove him up the wall. His anger was bottled up and he never said anything, ever. As much as he hated to see just how close the three of you had gotten there was still a tiny smidge of patience left in him. Why? Because he is the team captain, that's why. No one in their right mind would go after you, even if those two clowns did have feelings for you they simply wouldn't do anything out of respect for him.

Their team captain.

That gave him some peace of mind as he watched the three of you goof off 24/7 and besides, having you around kept the morale high. It was an absolute win when he stopped to think about it - you get to help the team in any way you could meanwhile Daichi could keep an eye on you without worrying about your whereabouts. It really was the best possible outcome of this particular situation.

Pity that was only the case for practice though.

You had classes and other places to be, Daichi couldn't keep you on a leash no matter how tempting it was sometimes.

Ever since Karasuno picked up steam and became more popular as a result a lot of people started to ask questions and most of them turned to you because it was the most logical thing to do. You were in a relationship with Daichi, the beloved team leader, of course people were going to swarm all over you eventually.

Things quickly turned sour once Daichi picked up on the fact that some people had more wicked intentions. Be it to use you to get some information out of you or to steal you away from Daichi, both were horrible and it made him want to vomit his own blood. He would pace back and forth in his room, pondering on what he should do. Countless hours of sleep are lost as his mind wavers, paranoia seeping into his pores as his classmates keep asking what the hell is wrong with him and can he please stop making that scary face, it's disturbing.

After a little while though, Daichi has an epiphany. He can't go full on jealous boyfriend on his teammates because that would cause problems both inside and outside the court. Everyone else though?

They were fair game.

Don't get him wrong, he's not going to be some super creepy boyfriend who is going to take up all of your time (even though he wants to be just that but you won't ever catch him saying that out loud) but when someone else approaches you he can be as mean as he wants to be. He spent years training his nerves on morons such as Tanaka, he can be either the most condescending person to have ever lived or the rarer route of him just going for the kill.

Figuratively or literally, it would depend on the situation and person.

... no killing would be ideal though.

He has mastered the art of scary looking faces, people have literally ran away from him in the past because he's just that scary when he's mad. He is strong, he is smart, he knows how to utilize everything he has to his advantage.

And you won't even know just how jealous of a guy Daichi really is.

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boyfridged · 9 months ago

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I think an really interesting thing about when they have the character's say that Bruce was saving Jason a life of crime or teaching Jason to be good is that it not only isn't true, it directly contradicts other canon.

We have at least two separate alternate time lines (caused specifically by time travel events where the consequences included no Bruce adoption) both of which were Jason was still a moral person. In Flashpoint he is a priest who believes in helping people not matter if they are church goers or not. A world without young justice has AU Jason die trying to do the right thing.

On top of that Jason is at the very least strongly implied to have taken care of his sick mother and the more recent portrayals of him meeting people from his pre-Bruce life also portray him as a caring person.

This adds up to although the writer means for the character to be right, and that Bruce is so noble for helping (failing) this poor child. They are actually being canonically classist towards Jason as what they are saying is an untrue assumption based on his background.

Selina in Gotham War saying he taught Jason to be good is her being classist. Alfred treating Jason like he was just a bad seed Bruce couldn't save is classist. Bruce and his whole reasoning that it is okay for Jason specifically to be endangered because of his background is classist.

Obviously that isn't the intent but when writers who are less classist about Jason write him these classist things aren't be true. It doesn't matter if Zdarsky retcons Jason being such a 'bad kid' when there are a bunch of other writers who didn't do that.

(Zdarsky: Look at this 'bad kid' before Bruce taught him morals. Ignore all the times he was portrayed as a good kid, those aren't canon anymore. Bruce is the source of all his morality. Bruce is actually less classist than Jason. This is definitely not classist writing.)

you summarized it excellently. i think it is also related to bruce projecting both his own trauma and his own worldview on jay and his background. i have written a very long post about this exactly, with receipts too. you can find it here. oh and another one, in which i explain why it would be more interesting to allow bruce to be wrong too.

and as i cited it in the above post – bruce is wrong and that fact is quite evident in-text, at least in the early versions of the story. this is also what i love so much about barr’s detective comics run – because barr calls bullshit and gets leslie to tell bruce his reasoning behind putting jason in field are unbecoming and that he is “doing it for himself.”

of course, post jay’s death that awareness has evaporated and instead we got revised versions of the story that were more than ever deadset on proving that jason did possess some fatal flaw, a violent seed that bruce did not manage to eradicate (like the issues of gotham knights, which again, i have no idea as to why they are so popular, given how malicious they are in the evaluation of jason’s fate). the latest retcons such as zdarsky’s work also fall into the trap of attempting to justify bruce’s decisions irt jason & his role as robin by diminishing jay and rewriting his story to be tainted with inevitability. even a death in the family (2020, the animated movie) provides the audience with plenty alternative endings, all of which are to make a murderer or a villain out of jason.

that is not to say that i think there should not be a sense of inevitability of jay’s tragedy at all – but its source is stubbornly misplaced for bruce’s benefit despite even the actual aditf storyline and barr’s run before placing the responsibility for it in bruce’s inability to compartmentalise his parental and vigilante duties (the chapter of aditf titled choices relates to bruce’s decision to go after the joker instead of jason; it does turn out it did not matter as jason has long been tied up in that family-vs-heroics conflict.)

bringing up the alternative versions of jay is a good way to illustrate it; in the world in which he does not meet bruce, he is not damned to participate in the cycle of abuse forever. i’m not gonna lie, i also wish countdown went in that direction and has given us more glances at realities like that. because i do believe that jason’s resolve to stop at nothing when faced by crime, the sense of obligation to do so that leaves his hands bloody, is something that was cultivated in him primarily by the robin training.

#outbox #the things i go through to answer an ask. i have to save them in drafts first to be able to post them at all??

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fizzing-imagines · 1 month ago

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Can I have a fic where reader is pregnant by her ex and Robin is the mother who stepped up?

Teen Pregnancy Series | Robin Buckley x Reader

Notes: Of course! I had so much fun writing this. I don't think the ending is quite what you imagined, but I like happy endings way too much. I hope you enjoy it regardless :)

Warnings: None, I think

Word Count: 3.8k

You really didn't know who else to turn to. Unfortunately, nothing was more important to you than your social status, and if you were to talk about it with any of your friends that would be ruined. It already took a blow after your ex-boyfriend Chance dumped you, but that was bearable. Being pregnant would be your ruin.

"Hey, do you have some time to talk?", you asked Robin who stood behind the counter of the video store she worked at. Robin wasn't particularly a close friend, but you considered her a friend since the band kids and cheer squad were close enough. Plus, you two worked on a good amount of presentations in middle school and high school, and it always went well. Plus, you had a ton of fun together once the work was finished. "Uuuh...sure, yeah. Steve? Steve!" She yelled for her coworker and friend Steve Harrington to take over before taking you to the back.

"What's up?" You were both sitting on a very ragged couch that was for the staff to take their breaks on. "I don't really know how to say it, so I'll just show you." You took three positive pregnancy tests in a ziploc bag out of your pocket and put in on the cushion between you two. "Wow, oh...okay.", Robin stuttered. She was really bad in social situations to begin with, so this was a whole other level. "Does, uh...Chase know?" She then continued to ask. You shook your head no. "He's the last one I wanted to tell. He wasn't exactly kind when he broke up with me, so this will be worse."

"Why'd he break up anyways?", Robin asked, now curious. News spread through the school like a wildfire, but the reason as to why was kept hidden. "Robin, you're going to think I'm an awful person, but I promise I had a good reason." As much as Robin hated to admit it, she loved hearing gossip even if she didn't want to be included in the actual drama going on. "He was kind of...a casualty to get popular.", you admitted. "And he found out I was only with him for popularity, but I promise Robin, that was a lie and I used it to cover a better reason." The confusion was written on her face as she pieced together the information. "Wait...what?", she finally asked. After a deep breath in, swallowing down tears, you started explaining. "I got together with Chase to cover up a secret. But I also kind of did it to gain more popularity, even though that wasn't my ulterior motive. But he thinks I only did it for popularity, which is why he broke up." Her face showed that she had a hard time processing the information you were giving her, but after a while it seemed to make sense in some way. "Sooo...what can I do for you?"

"I...don't really know. Just needed to talk to someone I guess...I couldn't even tell my parents yet..." She thought about her next words for a while. "Maybe I can...come with? If you want?" It was clear that it would he an absolutely awkward moment for her, but she truly wanted to be there for you. And in all reality, she's had a minor crush on you since middle school, so this also seemed like a selfish but working way to get to know you more. "That would actually be nice...although I should probably see a doctor before, because they'll think it's a prank otherwise."

"Then we'll do that. I'll come with."

"Really?", you asked. That was too much to ask for, but Robin seemed determined. "Yeah, I'll come with and we'll look at the..." She did her best to find the right word. "Baby inside you. Whenever your appointments is."

"Thank you, Robin. That's really sweet of you." And that rung in her ears for the rest of the week.

"There's the head...and the feet..." your gynecologist showed you on the ultrasound. "And here's the hands. Very normal for five months." Your eyes went wide in shock. "Five months?!" Robin and you shared a look that read the exact same thought: How the hell could you not have known for four months?

"What, I mean...how? I had my period and everything, and my stomach is still flat as ever." She gave you tissue to clean your stomach from the jelly with while explaining. "There can be many reasons. If you've had irregular periods or take birth controll pills, it can go unnoticed. Especially with your first pregnancy, since you don't know what it feels like to be pregnant. And to not showing, that's not uncommon too and has many reasons." She typed on her computer a bit and you heard a printer going on. "Listen, you're still young. At five months, there's nothing anyone could do to help you out of it. But I can provide you with resources for help." You nodded your head while silently pulling your pants back up. "Thank you.", you said to her before leaving the doctors office with Robin and your sonogram in hand.

"I'm so screwed.", you mumbled after both car doors were closed. "I have four months to prepare for a whole baby. I'm so fucked, Robin." You started chewing your bottom lip, a bad habit you always had when you were anxious. "Stop that.", Robin said with a light tap to your chin. "I'm not the most optimistic person, maybe even very pessimistic sometimes." Robin quickly realized that this wasn't helping. "But it's gonna be fine. I have a feeling. Trust me."

Against all odds, it was fine. While your parents were shocked, they saw your tears, how lost you were, that you had to go this by yourself. All they saw was their little girl who needed her parents.

"Thank you so much, Robin.", you mother told her while pulling her into a very sudden hug. "Truthfully, I'm so glad she has you. You're an angel." You stood by the door, carkeys in hand waiting for your mother to finish. Since Robin didn't have a car or a licence, you told her you'd drop her off at home. "Mom.", you said in an slightly embarrassed tone. Eventually, you did her Robin into your car and started it.

"I'm so sorry about her, she does that sometimes." But your friend just laughed. "It's fine. I'm really happy that they were so nice about it." Her house wasn't far from yours, so the drive only took five minutes. "If you need help with anything else, I'm always here. Like, with the nursery. We can make such a good nursery for whatever your baby will be. I might not look like it, but I'm really, really good with decorations." She went on and on about how she could make the perfect nursery with you, but you felt bad. That secret you've been keeping would be a reason for her to stay away from you, or even gossip about it. But she deserves to know before getting too involved with you and your baby. Meanwhile Robin, she was feeling ecstatic about being so close to you right now. Not just on a physical level, but mentally too. She went to see your baby with you for the first time, told your parents, and now you're making plans about a nursery. Like a real couple would.

"Robin, I have to admit something.", you said as you parked outside her house. Her head turned towards you. "I'm only telling you this because it would be unfair for you to get too involved in all of this without knowing. And since I'll be an outcast anyways, it doesn't really matter if people know anyways." After a deep breath in, you started explaining: "The secret I was trying to cover up with Chase is that...I-I don't actually like guys...you know, that way." It was music to Robins ears. In fact, it was so great that she started grinning.

"We're in the same boat, (Y/N)."

"No Steve, you don't understand.", Robin went on. "She's involving me like a stepmom. We talked about baby names and that she wants me there when she finds out the gender." She hasn't stopped talking about you to Steve ever since you told her you like girls. He kept telling her to just ask you out, but she insisted that it might ruin the friendship if you didn't like her back. Robin was so deep in her vent that she didn't realise that you walked through the door.

"She took you shopping for maternity clothes and had you in the changing room with her. In which universe is that not a clear sign?", Steve said to her in a slightly aggravated tone. "If I tell her I like her, I might ruin everything. And she needs someone to help her with the baby!", Robin argued back. By now, you were standing behind the counter with Robins back turned to you. "A girlfriend would be even better for the baby.", you said shamelessly. Robin turned around and looked at you in horror. "Where did you come from?" was the only thing she could get out. You laughed a bit. "I would love to go out with you. If you're fine with a baby being part of the deal."

Robin ran around the counter and pulled you into a hug. You did have a slight bump at this point, but not big enough to be too much apart from you.

"Yes, absolutely! There's nothing I would love more than that!

"You just...tell him.", Robin suggested while brainstorming ideas on how to finally tell Chase. "Helpfull.", you commented while resting the back of your head against your carseat. "Well, what do you want me to say? Because realistically, there isn't really another way to do it. He's not happy with you right now, and I doubt he ever will be. Plus, you said you have nothing to loose anymore, so you might as well take the blow now." You knew Robin was right. "Alright, let's go."

She stayed with you when you walked up to Chase. For once, he was alone by his locker. But he quickly closed it and tried to walk off once he saw you. "Chase, please, just a minute.", you pleaded as you caught up to him and held him by the arm. "What?", he asked in an aggravated tone. "I don't expect anything from you, but I'm pregnant.", you blurted out. He remained quiet and starred at you for a good minute before speaking again.

"How far?"

"6 months."

"You kept that from me for 6 months?", he asked in disbelief. "No, Chase, I didn't find out until a month ago.", you defended yourself. He scoffed a bit. "I can't even believe you that it's mine.", he said before walking off.

"Well, that was something.", Robin said. You nodded your head. Although this went better than expected; you were sure he was gonna yell at you. "Come on, let's go.", you said before walking to class with Robin.

"Hold still.", you said to her as you smeared a face mask on her face. Robin kept making faces at the unknown feeling of the white paste on her face. "Why is it so cold?", she asked, getting some paste on her lips on the process. "Robin.", you said while swiping your thumb across her lower lip to clean it. Your baby bump came fast, and it was big at this point. Bending over to apply the mask was hard enough, having to fix it was even harder. "Sorry.", she whispered once you were finished. "For someone who uses chapstick once every 3 months, you have really soft lips.", you said while leaning back to give your hips and back a break. Truthfully, it was just an absentminded comment, but it made Robin impulsive. She leaned forward and put her lips on yours. A bold move on her end, but you two have not spend a day apart since you said you want to take her out. Kissing you was ought to happen. And you thought the same, so you happily kissed her back.

Once you two parted lips, Robin and you both started laughing; she did because her face mask was all over your nose, chin and side of your lips, and you because those parts came off of her mask and made her look funny. Robin used a wet whipe to carefully fix your face. The whipe landed in the small trashcan next to your bed and since Robin was already leaning foward, she took the chance to take your hands.

"Sooo, are we like...uh...you know..."

"Girlfriends? If you want to." You smiled at her and let your thumbs run across the back of her hands. "I absolutely want to. I've actually had this massive crush on you in middle school, but then it kinda got less but it really came back lately, and there's really nothing more I want than being your girlfriend." She always talked so much once she started, and you loved it. "I'd kiss you again, but you've got something on your face.", you giggled.

"Whipe it off then."

You couldn't tell anyone that both of you were together. Not your parents, not your friends, nobody. Only Steve was made aware, and he was ecstatic for the both of you. Everyone else was told that you two were just best friends who'll be raising the baby together. And for safety reasons, you liked it that way. Besides, nobody needed to know what went on behind closed doors.

"Would you like to find out the gender?", your OBGYN asked you. "Yes, please.", you said with a smile. The initial fear was gone, the nervousness because now it was all replaced with excitement. Robin was gonna be the child's mother with you. "Alright, so you see here." She pointed at the screen. "There's a penis, so it's going to be a boy." Robin and you grinned at each other. "We're having a boy!", Robin squeaked with excitement, which earned a weird look from your doctor. You hastily said your excuse. "She's my best friend, and helping me raise him since the father isn't in the picture." Her face went from confused to smiling. "That's very nice of you.", she said to Robin.

Once in the car, Robin looked a bit concerned. "What's wrong, honey?", you asked her. "Can he still call me mom if everyone thinks we're just best friends?" You haven't thought that far, but there really only was one simple reply. "He'll call me mom and you mama. Sounds good?" Her face turned into a wide grin.

"Yeah, that's good."

"Winnie Pooh wouldn't have been my first choice, but you really made it work.", you told Robin as both of you looked at the finished nursery. Your girlfriend moved in with you at your parents house, under the disguise of her wanting to help, and your fathers office was turned into a nursery. He happily gave it up for his grandson. Plus, Robin was allowed to move into your bedroom with you. Your mother didn't even catch suspicions at you two being okay with sharing a bed, since best friends did that all the time anyways.

"I loved that weird little nudist bear as a child. I think he'll love it, too.", she said with a smile. Robin put her hands on your bump and felt small kicks. "See? He likes it." Both of you laughed and, since the door was closed, shared a quick kiss. "I'm really tired now, though." Both of you walked into your bedroom and laid down on the bed for a nap. Even though Robin didn't fall asleep, she kept you company until you woke up again.

"Okay, Steve, listen.", you said to him while he was sorting movies. "(Y/N), I have to work.", he told you. "It's your least bussiest day, get a grip.", you replied. Ever since you and Robin graduated, you had all the time in the world. "Okay, so, Matthew."

"No."

"Vincent."

"We're in the 80s, not the 1800's."

"Ocean."

"What?", he gave you a confused look that made you laugh. "That was on there to see your face, Dingus.", Robin said with a small laugh. "Rowan?", you asked Steve. He didn't seem to be hating that one. "We're mostly between Rowan and Nicolas.", your girlfriend explained. "Rowan? Is he, what, a wizard?", Steve joked. "Nicolas sounds good." He turned to Robin. "Finally a good decision." She rolled her eyes at him.

"(Y/N) was a good decision."

"Alright, yeah, I'll take that."

You laughed at their antics until there was a sharp pain in your abdomen. "Fuck...", you groaned. Both turned their head to you as you leaned against the counter. "Hey, what's wrong?", Robin asked in a panicked tone. You took a deep breath in and out before being able to reply. "I think he really likes his name and doesn't want to wait." Robin did freak out as much as you'd imagine she would.

"Steve, you need to drive us!", she yelled at her best friend. He hastily got his keys and rushed both of you out of the store. "Come on, let's go!", he said while unlocking the car. Robin got in the backseat with you while Steve started the car. She barely closed the doors when he started rushing to the hospital.

"He's so tiny. Why is he so tiny?", Robin asked with some tears in her eyes as she held your son Nicolas. He's two days old already, but she couldn't help but tear uo every time he was in her arms. "All babies are tiny.", you said with a small laugh. Admittedly, Robin never held a baby before. She was an only child, and her family lived too far away to visit when her cousins were still babies. "But he's extra tiny.", she cooed.

"18 inches is typical, honey."

Robin never looked this happy. The love in her eyes was unmatched. She cherished him as he snored in her arms. The moment was interrupted by a knock on the door, and Steve walking in. "Hey.", he greeted with a smile on his face. One of his hands held flowers while the other held a small box. "Hey Steve.", you said quietly, smiling as well. He walked over to your bed and put the flowers in a vase. "I got these for you, but I didn't know which ones you liked most." You were still smiling. "Thank you, Steve. They're beautiful."

"And I got this for Nicolas. Again, I didn't know what he'd like.", he joked. It made you and your girlfriend laugh a bit. "Maybe you wanna hold him while Robin opens it?", you asked him. Steve loves babies, you knew that, and you knew that he wants six of them. "I'd love to.", he replied. Robin made him sit down and showed him how to properly hold Nicolas. "He's tiny.", Steve commented.

"That's what I said.", Robin agreed with a small laugh. She took the small box from your nightstand and opened it. "It's adorable.", she said with a grin before taking it out of the box. It was a Winnie Pooh rattle. "That's so thoughtful, Steve.", you said with a grin. Meanwhile, Nicolas was waking up in Steve's arms. He had beautiful, big dark brown eyes that looked up at Steve. Something inside him made him very emotional.

"It's unfortunate I can't ask my girlfriend for a baby yet.", he commented. Robin and you shared a look.

"Girlfriend?"

Nicolas was fast asleep on top of Robin from swimming all day. Your four-year old was so hyped for the trip to the Hawkins swimming pool and even packed his bag by himself. After hours of action, he asked his mama for a cuddle just to fall asleep on top of her. And Robin being herself was now sleeping as well. You were packing up towels and toys when you noticed someone approaching.

"(Y/N)?", Chance said.

You looked up at your ex-boyfriend through your sunglasses. "Hey.", you said. His eyes wandered over to your girlfriend and son, especially your son. "He looks like me."

"I know.", you said. "I didn't lie." Chance looked back at you with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. I should've been there." You made space for him next to you. "Come on. They sleep for forever, we can talk." You could see it in his eyes, he really needed this. There was just...something. Something he needed to tell you.

"I know why you did it.", he said. "It's clear to me now." You felt panic raise inside you. Robin and you did such a good job at convincing everyone that you two were just best friends raising a child. You barely even kissed in front of Nicolas so he couldn't tell his classmates. And now your ex figured it all out?

"(Y/N), I figured it out because I'm like you." Your eyes went wide in surprise. "But with boys.", you whispered. He nodded his head. "Me and Andy. You remember Andy?" How could you not? He was a dick

"We're moving in together next month. It's better there for us." You smiled at him, happy that he was so open and honest. But it still raised a question. "You never loved me?"

"I thought I did. But I realised I just really liked hanging out with you, more than anyone else." That made you happy, even though you still felt bad for using him. Even though he understood, it wasn't right. "I don't expect anything from you.", Chase said, unintentionally quoting you from five years ago. "But I'd like to be in your life again. And..."

"Nicolas."

"And Nicolas life."

You looked over at your sleeping girlfriend and son. The three of you, despite the challenges, had a peaceful life. Would suddenly involving Nico's bio dad ruin it for him? "I'll talk about it with Robin. But the two of us can always hang out." You looked through your bag for a notebook, where you messily wrote down your landline number. "Here. Call me tomorrow and I'll have an answer for you." He happily took the piece of paper from you. "Thank you.", he said with a smile.

"Come on, Nico!", you yelled from the bleachers as your son took the final shot to bring Hawkins to victory. His team made it to the finals, and if they won today they'll win the championship. He took the shot, landed and the entire gymnasium erupted into cheers. The first thing Nicolas did is run up to you, Robin and Chase for a group hug. "I'm so proud of you!", Chase said to his son. He was soon pulled away by his teammates to celebrate their victory.

"He's amazing.", Robin said before pulling you into a kiss. "Our son is amazing!"

She also hugged Chase. They became good friends over the past years, especially after she saw that Chase was doing an amazing job as being a father to Nico. Your son didn't start calling him dad, but he does say he's 'His Chase', and that's good enough for him. But most importantly: Nico has a good life.

And so did Robin.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley

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rockrosethistle · 7 months ago

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Miss Holloway sat in the booth across from him, her eyes narrowed in thought.

They were the last two in the diner, and they had been for well over an hour. Duke took a sip from his lukewarm mug of coffee before trying to start a conversation one last time.

"I like your earrings. Those new?"

Without a word, Miss Holloway unhooked the hoops from her ears. She placed the cold silver into his hand.

"For your wife," she murmured when he gave her a strange look.

Then she went back to not talking.

It had been like this the whole night. When Duke showed up to the diner, he'd expected to find the Miss Holloway he knew and loved, bubbly and witty and full of life.

Instead, she'd been quiet, answering his questions with a single sentence. He'd spent most of the night listening to the maddening tick of the clock on the wall.

Duke let another minute go by before saying anything.

"Why did you ask me to meet you here?"

It was at that Miss Holloway finally smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "I just wanted to catch up."

"It's been a while," Duke agreed. The last time he saw her, she'd been off on the ferry to perform shows across the country. That must've been months ago.

"I'm leaving soon."

Duke leaned forward. "Like, on tour?"

"Something like that."

"But you just got back."

Miss Holloway met his eyes quite suddenly. "I said something like that."

It had been too long since she made the deal. People were starting to notice how she hadn't aged. And despite knowing what she was getting into, Miss Holloway was scared. Of being mourned, lamented, and eventually, forgotten.

She had a good life. Good friends. Fame, money.

And yet, there were things that were more important. Things that had to be dealt with. That would be her job from now on.

"Is everything okay?" Duke lowered his voice, though no one was around to hear. "Are you planning on doing something?"

"What makes you say that, Sherrif?"

"I have some friends at the law office, telling me about how you changed your will. Made Cher and I your beneficiaries..."

"Is Cheryl doing okay? How's the baby?"

"Due any day now, but Holly..." Duke softened. "What aren't you telling me?"

I'm so scared. I'm so scared.

"I'm getting popular, Duke. Anything could happen. I just want to make sure my money goes to the right people." She smiled. "We'd all be better off having more Duke Keanes in the world."

Duke wasn't entirely convinced, but he didn't want to let it ruin his night. "Funny you say that. That's the name we settled on for our boy."

"Is that right?"

Duke shrugged. "My father was a Douglas, and his father and so on."

"I like it. Continuing the tradition."

"Well, that's how you keep the memory."

Miss Holloway rested her chin in her palm. "You know, I really like that."

"Well, that's what everyone wants, right? To be remembered."

Some more than others.

"Then let's make a pact." Miss Holloway held out her hand. "I promise to always remember you, Douglas Keane."

Tentatively, he placed his hand in hers. Her skin was warm and soft, just like her. "I couldn't forget you if I tried."

Miss Holloway smiled one last time, a little sadly. It might've been her first time resetting a memory, but she knew what to do.

For a moment, she wondered just how many times she'd have to do this. If she would outlive her oldest friend, Duke, outlive his son. If she would keep repeating this same song and dance until the world ended, for better or for worse.

She had to start somewhere.

Duke blinked, and he was alone.

Alone?

What was he doing in the diner, by himself? He was here by himself.

He was here by himself.

And for some reason, he must've ordered two cups of coffee.

#fanfiction #short story #miss holloway #hatchetfield #starkid #hatchetverse #nightmare time #nightmare time 2 #killer track #the witch in the web #duke keane #duke keane sr #holloweane #holloduke #kim whalen #curt mega #wilbur cross

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tmzrkstan · 1 year ago

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nct dream as teen romances.

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★warnings: maybe cursing, relationship between minors (legal).

★genre: fluff, romantic tropes, (kinda of) korean school trope.

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★Mark:

•Not just a boyfriend, also a bandmate;

•Beeing raised abroad gave him an advantage to join the band (english speaker), and of course, his ability with music;

•You and your friends found everything that were looking for to complete what became a kinda famous band in the city;

•Don't took long for you two get along and spend some afternoons with his guitar and a composition book: "You did in a few days what the music did in my whole life."

•When the relantionship became official you just couldn't separate from each other;

•The lovely looks during performances, dates in karaokes and make out sessions at the "backstage" were always present;

•"We can't be sure about the band future, but I know we're never splitting up."

★Renjun:

• The boy admired you for a long time from afar;

•When he heard from a friend that you were looking for a boyfriend he gained courage;

•He had to miss some afternoons and even morning classes in order to finish a project to win you over;

•That's why you found a drawing of you made by hand, which was noticeable the use of watercolor, and behind it, his initials;

•You soon realized who it was from and decided to text him, which led to a sleepless night with your cell phone;

•Without taking too long to return the feelings, you started dating and he nicknamed you as his "muse";

•You can be sure that your dates would always end with you taking a drawing home, whether on a small canvas or on a napkin from the restaurant you went to;

•"The best part of drawing you is being able to look at you as much as I want."

★Jeno:

•If it wasn't for the jock who falls in love with the cheerleader, I'd be lying;

•Despite his popularity, he had to struggle to get the attention of everyone on the team, which led to him crashing several rehearsals;

•He made his interest obvious when he scored a decisive point in the game and dedicate it to you in front of the whole school;

•The minute I became his girlfriend, the whole school would suffer because of you two, like the team being forced to participate in his surprises, the game being stopped for you to kiss each other at each point;

•Despite the masculine and strong exterior, inside he looked like a puppy running after his owner, he was completely passionate and silly. It's visible how he would try to help you with the cheerleading thing;

•"So, the deal is if I win the game tonight, I got a make out session for as long as I want?"

★Haechan:

•At first, no one could tell if you were friends or not;

•You competed with everything you could for years now, Hyuck knew how to make you lose and made a point of winning every time, whether in a test, sports or any activity;

•One day you got tired of it all, making it clear to him that you didn't care about it anymore, and that sent him into a fit;

•His friends consoled him that this was his final victory, but he knew well that he wanted to win you instead. Pride made him say nothing 'till the moment;

•He chased you for days and you just ran, until you had no choice when he pinned you to the wall of an empty hallway: "You really are very stupid for not understanding what I wanted all of this time";

•Sure had a lot more drama until yall finally bring fellings out and started dating, a relationship full of silly little fights and a lot of teasing on both sides, this time with some kisses, caresses and loving words in between;

•"I admit you won, look who you made fall in love with you."

★Jaemin:

•You had your reasons and he had an (toxic) ex he wanted to win back, a little gossip going around and you ended up in a fake relationship;

•The plan was doing great, everyone was getting what they wanted, or at least what you thought that you wanted;

•After weeks of "fake" dates, talking about your lives, sharing secrets and dreams, Jaemin couldn't care less when his ex showed up at his house: "Sorry, but There's no way, I'm completely in love with her."

•When he realized this, appeared the other day at school with a huge bouquet and an even bigger smile stating that dating would no longer be fake;

•You thought he could take it back later, but the kisses and declarations of love he gave you made it clear how right he was about It;

•"In the very first minute of our deal, my feelings already became real, it would be impossible not to."

★Chenle:

•It's not like anyone was really forbidding it, like arresting you at home or hiring a security guard to follow you around, but your parents made it clear that they were against it;

•His family, more modest, did not agree with the luxurious way that Chenle lived with his, who preferred that his son was with someone more similar;

•They imagined that this was going to happen, that's why they even took a while to start dating, but when they got together, there was nothing he wouldn't do for you;

•The boy was used to always getting what he wanted, and this time it would be no different, he would just have to change his strategy, like going on hidden dates, finding empty places at school and running away at midnight, it made everything harder, but more exciting;

•"You can't give up on us, it's hard right now, but I promisse I'll make it worth it."

★Jisung:

•You two been friends since the first day you can remember;

•Always inseparable, if one wasn't welcome in a group of friends then the other wouldn't even consider staying in it;

•They faced everything together, all the first experiences, like tests, graduations, parties, simply everything. Even first love, which Jisung took a long time to realize when feelings changed;

•He freaked out every time he saw some guy trying to hit on you, or when you seemed interested in another one, but he didn't want to confess and look like a silly teen that ruins the friendship;

•You're the one who had to admit you liked him first, or you'd never start dating. And everyone, including the families, loved it.

•It doesn't changed much in reality, apart from the kissing/toching and your parents no longer letting you stay alone in your bedroom for so long.

•"I can't wait to spend my whole with my best friend."

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author: Hope yall like It<3

#nct #kpop #imagine #nct dream #nct dream imagines #park jisung #mark lee #haechan #jaemin #lee jeno #renjun #chenle #nct dream x reader #kpop imagines #nct dream reactions #romantic tropes

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baskeigh-ball · 10 months ago

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Ignoring the fact that ibis had the ai paint feature a couple years before this whole ai fiasco, after seeing your post, I decided to try it out to see if it really held up. I already knew what you said made no sense, as even stuff like ai painting requires heavy human input that isn't just someone typing a prompt in a thing and looking through thousands of images and somehow still calling it 'art'. Really, it's just some weird advanced bucket.

The ibis ai paint... really sucks. I'm pretty sure it hasn't even been touched since it was added. No matter what I did, I got random colours and whatever colours I had put there looked like it were from a filter, not to mention how my lineart bled everywhere like it was blurred out.

Ibis isn't problematic for adding that feature as not only was it added ages ago, but it was also just a gimmick only added because a few more popular paid programs added them, like Clip Studio Paint. I highly doubt even the company took it seriously considering how poorly built it is. This is actually the one time I'm glad some feature in an app sucks so much.

Another reason why ibis isn't problematic by the mere feature alone is that, when you look at the artists making content during the time of that update, it was received with humour. It was something fun to try, but ultimately dismissed for actual artwork, as nobody would use it to fully paint their works. Nowadays we see something slapped with the words 'ai' and think that it's instantly bad due to the latest issues with it and big corperations/ certain production companies but it isn't. It's just a lot of people abusing what was previously some fun gimmick, which it can still be, and for certain apps, still is. Nobody throws pitchforks at character ai, after all.

You can tell just by the size of this that I'm procrastinating on something. Ima go and let this rot away in your askbox now lol

You really thought this would fade away in my ask box, mwahahaha /j

I wanna start off by saying thank you for holding me accountable, I will admit that I got buzzworded pretty hard in this situation lmao

This information came as a surprise to me-- I was seeing posts pop up within the past week complaining about the ai feature on ibis, so I assumed it was recent. As it turns out, after reading your ask, I discovered that I got a few wires crossed! Because yes, the auto paint feature I referred to in my post has been around for years now, and was never taken seriously anyways

So that was my bad (and yea ur right it's completely unusable, lmao)

But as it turns out, the feature that people have been complaining about DID come out recently. It was called the AI Example feature, I think the idea was that you make a simple drawing and the AI adds 99% of the detail and color, which I've seen a bunch of other programs do.

...and then it was immediately removed due to some pretty major backlash, which, duh

^ This is the only evidence I can find of the 11.2.0 update that included the AI feature on the actual site; their update history stops at 11.1.0. But there's also the news page about the removal of the update, so it's not like they're trying to pretend it never happened.

So tl;dr, I jumped on the hate train a little too quickly and never did enough research to figure out what the actual update was, and that it's been removed by now anyway (which I couldn't have known until today, ofc, but i did kinda post that thing about ibis today so it's still a pretty major oopsie)

I think I can say with confidence now that I agree, ibis paint isn't problematic to use-- they made a mistake with this update, but they actually listened to their users and removed it LITERALLY the next day. So, thanks for letting me know! I'll also edit my last post to prevent any misinformation, just in case people make the same mistake I did :]

#its a big relief that i dont have to learn how to use an entirely new art program anyway #so this ask came as a pleasant surprise #asks open #ibispaintx #now i just gotta hope i didnt get anything else wrong about the update

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adrealucia · 3 months ago

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hii ! ive been obsessing over sean diaz for years and you might have a lot of requests from me soooo, I was wondering if you could do sean diaz (pre-accident) hard on crushing on reader who's like the popular kid who usually doesnt really notice him until he gets their number and turns out reader is actually funny and pretty nice despite popular beliefs :))

ah i have been dying to write this request ever since i got it, this idea is just really cute and i could totally see this being canon !!! I hope you like it

Popular Misconceptions

Sean Diaz glanced across the cafeteria, his eyes locking onto the table where you sat, surrounded by a group of friends. You, the popular girl, laughed and chatted animatedly, effortlessly commanding the attention of everyone around you. Sean couldn't help but feel a pang of envy mixed with curiosity. He had always admired you from afar, never quite daring to believe he could be part of your world.

"Hey, Sean, you zoning out again?" Lyla's voice broke through his thoughts, and he turned back to his best friend.

"Yeah, sorry," he mumbled, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Just thinking."

Lyla followed his gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Thinking about her, huh?"

Sean blushed, looking down at his tray. "I mean, she's... interesting."

"Interesting, huh?" Lyla smirked. "Well, why don't you go talk to her? She's not as unapproachable as you think."

Sean shook his head. "Yeah, right. Like she'd even notice me."

"Hey, you'd be surprised. She's in your art class, right? You've got a reason to talk to her."

Sean sighed. "Maybe."

Later that day, Sean found himself in the art room, his sanctuary. He was sketching absentmindedly, lost in the details of his drawing, when he heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, he was surprised to see you standing there, a friendly smile on your face.

"Hey, Sean, right?" you asked, your voice breaking the quiet hum of the room.

Sean's heart skipped a beat. "Uh, yeah. Hi."

You held out your phone. "I was wondering if you could help me with this art project. I heard you're really good."

"Sure," Sean replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "What do you need?"

You sat down next to him, placing your sketchbook on the table. "I need some advice on shading. I can never get it to look right."

Sean glanced at your work and immediately saw the potential. "You're actually really good. Just need a few tweaks here and there."

You smiled, a genuine warmth in your eyes. "Thanks, that means a lot coming from you."

As you both worked on your projects, Sean found himself relaxing. You were genuinely nice, and as you started talking more, he discovered you had a great sense of humor. You cracked jokes and shared stories, making him laugh more than he had in a long time.

"Did you hear about Mr. Johnson's car getting covered in post-it notes?" you asked, giggling.

Sean chuckled. "Yeah, I saw it. Who even has the patience for that?"

You shrugged, grinning. "Probably someone with a lot of time and a lot of post-it notes."

Sean found himself enjoying your company more than he expected. Over the next few weeks, you and Sean grew closer. You'd text each other about everything and nothing, your conversations filled with banter and mutual interests. Sean realized how wrong he'd been about you. Despite your popularity, you were down-to-earth and kind, breaking every stereotype he'd had.

One afternoon, you both sat under a tree in the school courtyard, enjoying the rare sunny day. You were telling a particularly funny story about a recent party, and Sean couldn't stop laughing.

"See? You're not just some quiet artist," you teased, nudging him playfully. "You're actually fun to be around."

Sean's cheeks flushed. "Thanks. You're pretty cool too. I never thought I'd get to know the real you."

You leaned back against the tree, looking thoughtful. "You know, people always assume things about me because I'm 'popular.' But I get tired of all the pretending sometimes. With you, I can just be myself."

Sean's heart swelled at your words. "I'm glad. I like getting to know the real you."

You smiled, a genuine warmth in your eyes. "Well, I'm glad you did. And for the record, I've always noticed you. It just took a while for our paths to cross."

Sean looked at you, surprised. "Really? I thought you were too busy with your friends and... well, everything."

You laughed softly. "Appearances can be deceiving. I've seen your art in the hallways. You're really talented. And you've always seemed like a nice guy."

Sean's heart swelled with happiness. "Thanks. That means a lot."

"Hey, anytime," you said, nudging him gently. "So, you want to hang out more? Outside of art projects, I mean."

Sean's eyes lit up. "I'd like that. A lot."

As the sun set, casting a warm glow over the courtyard, Sean realized that maybe, just maybe, this crush wasn't so impossible after all.

#life is strange 2 #sean diaz #lis2 #lis2 sean #lis2 sean diaz #sean diaz x reader #fluff

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charmwasjess · 7 months ago

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6, 13 and 18 (Dooku) for the fandom ask, please :D

6) Show us a bit of a WIP!

:D You get the Sifo + Dooku + Time Travel Piece that I'm "definitely" "not" "writing." Some Asajj + 20 year old Dooku team-up nobody asked for. Especially not Asajj. -

Asajj studied him again, more appraisingly this time. He did look disconcertingly familiar.

Did Dooku have an heir that she’d never heard about? She’d clocked the boy as younger, what with all his naivete and whining, but now that she really looked at him… Nineteen? Maybe twenty years old? The age lined up disconcertingly well with Dooku’s first days as Count. A hereditary title, after all, passed from father to son. The idea of Dooku reproducing was nauseating, of course, though it was at least a little funny to imagine the former Jedi’s face upon being informed that House Serenno required his “gift” to ensure the bloodline’s survival.

But no. Why would House Serenno surrender an heir to the Jedi? She didn’t need to see the long braid to recognize that this was clearly one of their Padawan Learners; he reeked of a sheltered Temple upbringing. She could practically smell the refectory milk on his breath.

“Why do you want to be the one to kill Count Dooku so badly, anyway?” she asked, instead.

“He killed my best friend!” His voice broke on the word best, but his fury streaked, vibrant as a comet in the Force.

Asajj almost choked on her laugh. It was so melodramatic. Cliche. Like a line from an overwrought holonovel, spinning out in predictable plot hooks before her eyes. This Jedi child was pathetic. She ought to get them into space and send him to look for Dooku out the airlock. It seemed like it would save her and the Jedi both a lot of trouble.

She thought of her sisters.

Vengeance. Thick and sweet and tangy, like spoiled cream clinging to her tongue. It belonged to her, but no less to the others whose lives Dooku had crushed out for no better reason than because he could. She was here to glut on the Count’s blood. Who was she to deny this hungry child his own right to the feast? Dooku made a big corpse. There was plenty for all.

“Do you know how to sit down and shut up?” Asajj turned briskly to the ship controls. They had already wasted too much time.

“Yes.” A lie. She could tell that without even looking at him.

“Yes, what?” She prompted, glancing back. Maybe she just wanted to hear him try to call her “my lady” in that ridiculous, overformal Coruscanti accent of his.

He swallowed audibly, clearly uncertain. He glanced again at the twin lightsabers at her waist and seemed to decide. “Yes, Master.”

Asajj couldn't help the small, startled laugh that broke from her chest. That hadn’t been what she was expecting. No one had ever called her that. She felt surprised at the strength of her own reaction. Perhaps this would actually be amusing. At least, for a little while.

“What is your name?”

“My name?”

Asajj rolled her eyes. “You have a name? Or should I just refer to you as ‘idiot’?”

She watched his hesitation, saw those big, guileless brown eyes drift and refocus. Black fucking stars, he lied artlessly, like a child.

“Sifo-Dyas. My name is Sifo-Dyas.”

13)What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

I know I went backwards here writing the most unknown/unpopular character in the series with Sifo-Dyas to the most popular, but I'd really like to spend a little bit more time with Obi-Wan. He's got a large role in the next chapter of Twelves Months to Murder Count Dooku and I'm really excited. I really like the character. Kenobi changed something for me about him.

18) Type [charater]'s name and tell us what the autocomplete suggests as the next word

Lolol. "Dooku FOUGHT." "Dooku only" and "Dooku Nu" were other suggestions. Yeah, that really says it all. No notes, google.

#such a fun ask thank you so much Ant!!!#don't worry too much about Sifo-Dyas in the WIP he's just off playing with his clones #and Dooku fought Dooku only and Dooku Nu are my three main ways to write Dooku after all #answered asks #time travel au #why is that a tag I have now someone stop me

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yumesei · 16 days ago

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Why do you hate this ship so much?

You know what ? I'm somewhat glad you asked anon, but also be ready for me being a little hater.

So I tend to simplify my hatred for Gh*oap as "ahah i'm a non-sharing so.ap selfshipper". But fact is I usually am not really bothered by cc x cc ships (Like I deal pretty well with Thresh ships, but they're also way less popular than that ship)

But here's a list of reasons why I hate that ship other than being a non-sharing girlie :

That ship became very popular in 2022 in TikTok (hellhole) and at the time it became popular half of the people "shipping" it on that damn forsaken app never even touched the games - it just became popular because Gh.ost became really popular for being attractive.

Which created a shit ton of OOC. And by that I mean So.ap being made into some kind of submissive and breedable twink puppy thing, and constantly reduced to "Gh.ost's bf". Which in my opinion, is just people wanting to fuck Gh.ost but being too scared to make a self-insert so instead they projected into So.ap. But hardcore OOC of my pookie makes me mad.

I got called homophobic for saying I preferred to think of their relationship as platonic/bestie (i'm bi for the record).

As said before you couldn't say you didn't see their relationship as something else than romantic if you didn't wanna get burned as the stakes, and the shippers always found more and more nonsensical explanations as why their ship was "so canon" since shipping things for fun is apparently impossible now, your ship is obviously canon if it's popular. And while their explanations were actually ridiculous most of the time, they called it "implications and intricate writing" (in the "beat the terrorists to death" game marketed to teenage boys... yeah....)

The ship got so popular that people simply stopped tagging it, so I got flashed by it every single day even tho I have it filtered absolutely everywhere.

I'm going to stop there but i'm telling you, since half of the shippers were tourists, seeing that ship loosing ranks in ao3's most popular ships ranking thing they publish at every end of the year is always a treat <3

#Sei answered <3

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lexi-the-demon-69 · 1 year ago

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My CRK hot takes (character edition)

Yeah, you knew this was bound to happen. So, here are my Cookie Run Kingdom hot takes! Please do not read beyond this point if you are easily offended by someone else's opinion because I do not feel like listening to some of you guys whine in the comments.

So, here they are lol:

Ok, now let me explain my takes! I couldn't really fit everything into the comic, because they're just too small and I don't think I can do it justice. So, here are my explanations!

1.) "Black Pearl is an overrated character and didn't deserve to be Cookie of the Year."

I honestly do not understand why she’s so popular, other than that her design is pretty and she’s VERY good skill-wise. Other than that… there’s nothing really that I like about her. Don’t get me wrong, she’s not criminally offensive compared to other characters, but all she is to me is a simple rehash of Dark Choco Cookie’s character, but worse. If anything, Sherbert Cookie should’ve been Cookie of the Year and not her! He’s an amazingly written character compared to her and I actually feel very sorry for, unlike Black Pearl. The only reason why she got Cookie of the Year is that she’s pretty. That’s it.

2.) "Clotted Cream can go fuck himself."

I despise this character with a passion. I also do not understand the appeal of Clotted Cream. There is just something about him that I just do not like! The moment I laid eyes on him in Cookie Odyssey, I immediately thought he was the man behind the slaughter and I feel like that was also half of the fandom at the time when Cookie Odyssey was released. Do I even need to mention the scene where he confronts the ancients with Dark Enchantress Cookie’s identity? I mean, yes, it should’ve been said, but holy fuck he could NOT shut his fucking mouth! Besides, HE started the whole damn thing! If anything, Dark Cacao should AT LEAST knock some fucking sense into him. I would not be even mad. Also, he’s fucking annoying to me. Why does he not have a British accent?! WHY?!-

3.) "LicoPom is a good ship"

I stand by this and I shall explain myself now. Both Pomegranate and Licorice Cookie are shitty people and they both treat Dark Choco like garbage. The ONLY reason why people say this ship is bad is because Pomegranate is shitty towards Choco. Y'all, you DO realize Licorice also uses Dark Choco as a punching bag too, right? Not only does Licorice throw Dark Choco under the bus by mentioning him to get him in trouble, but ALSO calls him names. Not to mention that Licorice is treated the best by Pomegranate, compared to the others, and you can see that they care about each other (at least, Licorice does, at the end of episode 14, where he tells her that she's hurt and they need to retreat.) They deserve each other, honestly.

4.) "The Heroes of the Dark Cacao Update is THE BEST CRK Update."

Do I really need to explain why? I mean, this update is CARRIED by its story ALONE! Not to mention we got Dark Cacao: One of the BEST written characters in the entire game, Affogato Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie: Dark Choco's wife/j and certified Girlboss, and we got to learn more about Dark Choco Cookie as a character! Whoever says this update is bad is a liar-

5.) "Sea Fairy is a mid character"

I don't think I need to explain why. We know very little about her, even after the Mermaid update we only know that she's connected to the Mermaids and that's kinda it. I mean, I don't hate her at all, but I wish we had a little more info about her.

6.) "Pudding Cookie should be introduced into Kingdom for the next Krima update"

Ok, not much of a hot take but more of an opinion. I mean, c'mon! Look at her!! We need an update where she's introduced along with other Christmas Cookies with their own little story, like in ovenbreak! Please, Devsisters, do it-

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Ok, that's all of my hot takes I have so far. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna lose some of my followers for these takes- (thank you for 400 followers btw!! It really means a lot!!) but I say it's worth it. If any of you guys have any hot takes of your own, please let me know in the comments or ask box! I'd love to see them!

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #dark cacao cookie #licorice cookie #clotted cream cookie #sea fairy cookie #pudding cookie #dark choco cookie #licopom #licorice cookie x pomegranate cookie #black pearl cookie #sherbet cookie #hot takes

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