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imagining-in-the-margins · 5 months

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🌈CM Pride Challenge🏳️‍⚧️

The following are prompts including LGBTQA+ PRIDE! Reader, Original Character, Character/Character ships, Gen/Platonic fics are allowed!Please check out the Rules below the Keep Reading.

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

General Prompts 🏳️‍🌈

Coming out is so much harder the second time

Describe Character’s first kiss with the same gender

Describe Character(s) spending a day at a Pride parade

The team realizes that A&B were more than roommates

Penelope goes a little overboard on rainbow decorations at Characters’ wedding

Character's marriage mutually comes to an end when they come out... now what?

Character comes out at the same time they announce their new relationship to the team

Character A fears it’s too late for them to live authentically, and B assures them that’s not true

Character A gifts B something colored like their pride flag because “the colors reminded me of you”

Child realizes that not every kid has two moms/two dads and they have a lot of questions about it

Queer characters have a hard time deciding what their child should call them and come up with fun ideas

Character A goes to a LGBT bar with B as a wingperson (or maybe they want them, themselves?)

Anything else you can think of!

More prompts (transgender, assorted, dialogue) below!

Transgender Prompts 🏳️‍⚧️

Character A helps B get their first tailored dress/suit

Character A helps B shave and/or put on makeup

The couple is looking for gender neutral nicknames

Character A buys B specialty gender affirming lingerie

Character is casually referred to with an appropriately gendered nickname for the first time

Characters are renewing their vows and redoing their wedding photos following a coming out

Character A walks in on B wearing a new gender-affirming outfit and surprises them with an enthusiastic compliment

The team throws Character an impromptu first birthday party following their coming out (how did they get a banner so fast?!)

Character A buys B a gender affirming but stereotypical gift (sports jersey, neon pink purse, etc.) that they would otherwise hate (but find absolutely hilarious)

Specific Prompts 💝

[Bisexual] Character gets irritated when people reduce their sexuality to their current partner

[Bisexual] Character A is in a M/F relationship with B and worries that their queer identity will become invisible dating them

[Asexual] Characters explore different forms of non-sexual intimacy

[Asexual] Characters are both asexual but too nervous to tell one another. They awkwardly attempt to have sex but end up laughing at how ridiculous they feel.

Dialogue Prompts 💐

“Are they… flirting?” “Big time.”

“I got to fall in love with you twice.”

“To be seen is to be loved." "I see you.”

“Be gay, do crimes.” “Aren’t you a cop?”

“There is no heterosexual explanation for that.”

“Life is very different once you find your people.”

“Cardinals and hydrangeas can change. Why not you?”

“You're still the person I love. Nothing will change that.”

“We both wear pants. Makes it easier to kick your ass.”

“It’s never felt like this before. I've never felt like this before.”

“I guess it makes sense now why it never worked out with my exes.”

Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at? ("She" by Dodie)

“You can kiss a hundred boys in bars, shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling ... Well, good luck, babe. You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.” ("Good Luck, Babe!" by Chappell Roan)

Rules ❤️🧡💚💙💜🖤🤎

The fic can be a Reader insert, an Original Character, a character/character ship, a platonic ship, or a Gen fic. It can feature any Criminal Minds character. AUs and crossovers are more than welcome.

Tag me in the fic, or send the link to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it for the challenge - I’m collecting both! You can also tag it “#mentioningmargins” which is a tag I track.

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check.Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.

Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post.

Have fun!

🌈Happy writing! 🏳️‍⚧️

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thoonist · 4 months

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Hello! ☀

My partner (Tealix) and I (Skullduggery) are a queer mixed-race couple actively working on a modular D&D supplement. It is a complete reimagining of Thoon (of illithid lore) as a goth metal bard and Christ-like figure. There is an entire backstory being written for Thoon to go along with the supplement as we play-test our mechanics. It is set on a cyberpunk modern world and strongly features queer romance with poly, trans, and intersex rep, as well as anti-capitalist, anti-colonial, and pro-indigenous themes.

Thoon’s story is one of love and forgiveness, overcoming trauma, and subverting the expectations placed upon you.

The supplement will include:

💜 A new elective mechanics set for illithid psionics to make them and individual creeds playable!

🖤 New lore, with new characters!

🤍 New setting to explore!

💜 New monsters with stat sheets!

🖤 New items!

🤍 New playable race, the unaabe!

💜 And much more!

Our content, including art and literature, should hopefully be regularly posted on under the #thooniverse tag, with some exclusive stuff (including $1 access to a private 21+ art and literature discord) on our Patreon if you are interested. You can also find us elsewhere using our Linktree!

Feel free to ask us any questions as well, we absolutely love talking about our characters and setting.

#thoon #illithid #mind flayer #mindflayer #d&d #d&d 5e #thooniverse #homebrew #dnd #literature #artists on tumblr #tealix #indigenous artist #disabled artist #lgbtq

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violetmuses · 2 months

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Spill This Blood - A. Aretas 🔥🖤🩸

Title: Spill This Blood - A. Aretas 🔥🖤🩸

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: If loyalty is a sin, watch us burn hand in hand.

Author's Note: Surprise! Here's my sequel to “No Church In The Wild.” Enjoy! 💜

@nelo0wesker @onlyrealjoy @omg-mymelaninisbeautiful @yassbishimvintage @spaceacelover @nobodygetsza

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2024

“How you doing?”

Here through dark circumstances with partner Marcus Burnett, Detective Mike Lowrey greets his estranged son, criminal Armando Aretas.

“It's a prison.” Armando rasped, dressed in this orange uniform behind bars.

“Yeah. Well, look.” Lowrey then struggled for a moment. “We need your help. Captain Howard might've been dirty. Do you know anything about that?”

“How much time in prison do I lose from talking about this one?” Aretas nearly shrugged.

“I'm still working on the exit plan, but I need answers.” Mike repeated himself. “Did Captain Howard work with the cartels?”

“No. He wanted to shut everything down and clean up the mess.” Armando denied this terrible rumor.

“Wait, but your mother put Captain right on the hit list.” Mike stood puzzled.

“He was added to it. Your people wanted this plot to look like our work. Your people wanted him dead.” Aretas exposed brand-new information.

Someone who joined the Miami Police Department wanted Captain Conrad Howard to die.

“Our people?” Even Marcus Burnett narrowed his eyes across the space.

“Be careful. You've played this game and don't even know the rules.” Armando warned. “There's dirty players working on your side.”

“That's bullshit.” Marcus would scold these details.

“Wait, who set everything up?” Mike Lowrey tagged with questions again.

“I saw him one time.” Armando said, remembering this view of someone from the DEA.

“Can you ID him?” Marcus wanted to see if Armando could identify the possible suspect.

“Si.” Aretas quickly used his native language of Spanish.

“What's his name?” Mike would still attempt further.

“I don't know. Only my mother could deal with him.” Armando continued offering his perspective.

“Damn. I knew that we should keep the witch alive.” Marcus grumbled.

“Marcus, be nice.” Mike corrected his longtime partner regarding Armando's deceased mother Isabel Aretas.

“May she rest in peace.” Burnett pulled weary sarcasm.

“Really, dude?” Mike faced Marcus through another correcting glance.

“You slept with a bruja.” Marcus then lifted his brow. “I'm still calling out the truth at this point.”

“Hey…” Armando pulled accented English to distract the officials.

“My bad.” Mike still apologized to his own son. “Marcus just won't stop talking. What's up?”

“Is she okay out there?” Armando gently mentioned you for the first time since Mike last visited.

“Yeah. You'll be with her soon. Don't worry.” Mike walked from Aretas and left with Marcus once more.

******

“Someone tried to kill my son, Rita!” Not long after Mike returned to Miami, plotted “inmates” set to kill Armando and this bomb exploded at the prison.

“What do you need? I know that Armando is part of your family, but he is still a criminal.” AMMO team leader Rita Secada spoke up as expected.

“Schedule his transfer.” Mike requested. “If we don't move fast, the situation could get even worse and I can't let that shit happen to Armando, all right?”

“How can we trust your plan?” Attorney and mayoral candidate Adam Lockwood chimed in.

“We learned that Armando can identify whoever framed Cap.” Mike explained further.

“Fine, but if anything goes wrong, you're alone with the operation.” Lockwood stepped out grumbling.

“Who pissed in his cereal this morning?” Marcus tried joking.

Mike rolled both eyes here, but still planned the next move.

______

“We need to tell her what's going on with Armando.” Leaving Rita behind this afternoon, Lowrey entered the hallway and whispered to Marcus about you.

“Hell no! Not yet.” Realization hit Marcus once Mike acknowledged your position. “Listen to me. If that girl finds out what happened from the wrong place, she'll line up body bags for all of us!”

“Fuck.” Mike rasped toward his partner and grounded the absolute truth.

If Detectives Mike Lowrey and Marcus Burnett showed up on your doorstep without Armando standing, all hell would have gone loose.

“We haven't even helped Armando leave prison yet.” Burnett continues. “Don't you dare make that call right now.”

“What's the move?” Lowrey questioned his best friend for advice.

“Once we set up Armando's transfer, then we'll all find his girl.” Marcus said. “I don't need you giving out false hope or bringing up scary shit.”

“Deal. Let's do this.” Mike agreed with this point while leaving the department.

******

“You good?” En route to Miami, Mike questioned his son Armando.

“Never been better.” Aretas mumbled from the towered cage.

“In about forty-five minutes, you'll see somebody familiar.” Mike nodded.

“Cool.” Armando held back his smile this time around, exhausted.

*****

“Get me out of this fucking cage!” Armando shouts as his placed cell nearly falls out of the dipping aircraft.

This organized plan immediately failed. Unknown experts from the dark hijacked Armando's federal transport!

Scrambling, Marcus struggled to keep everything steady as Mike hurried, opening the main door with this designated key.

Even handcuffed when Mike caught him, Armando hobbled to the cockpit and yelled through directions for landing.

“Ah, grab the stick!” Aretas pulsed through fear and chaos while trying to avoid death for everyone.

“When the hell did you learn how to fly?!” Marcus went on.

“I'm a drug dealer, man!” Armando just yelled back. Steer to the right! We'll face water.”

The helicopter crashes right through large ripples, but all three men survived this nightmare.

*****

Drenched from murky water, Armando Aretas stands in his ruined orange uniform to travel on foot, outright ignoring Lowrey and Burnett.

“Hey! Where are you going?!” Mike realized that Armando walked off.

“Fuck out my way.” Pissed off with Lowrey, Aretas stepped even further back and continued the route forward.

“Look, you are the only person who can identify whoever is doing this!” Mike pulled Armando's collar without hesitation, but Marcus dodged their fight. “We should reach the suspect before they get us.”

“There is no us!” Armando shoved Lowrey back once more.

“We gotta stay together, man. Captain Howard left us files with Dorn in Miami.” Mike struggled.

Y'all better not slow me down. Before we move again, lose your phones.” Armando then took charge. “Either keep up with me or I'll leave you both in the dirt. You're in my world now.”

Given no other option, Mike and Marcus followed Aretas through the wilderness.

*****

By nightfall, this makeshift campfire snapped to keep all three men warm.

“How should we tell her what happened?” Noting you, Mike offered his question near Armando.

“It's not up to y'all.” Armando defended his own choice regarding you. “We'll go back there and find her first. If the hijackers reached us, who knows what else happened…”

Damn. Lowrey thought.

“Fine.” Mike accepted reality.

“By the way, ya'll are some terrible fucking fugitives.” Armando tossed more wood, still disgruntled.

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After stealing clothes from two idiots, Mike, Marcus, and Armando “found” one rusty pickup truck before Aretas drove away.

“Did you love my mother?” Armando faces the road when evening returns.

“I definitely loved her.” Mike told the truth over Isabel despite everything.

“You sold her out, though.” Aretas darkened this talk with his biological father. Even Marcus squinted.

“I've made some mistakes.” Mike continued speaking.

“Like me?” Armando revealed eye contact while facing Mike.

“Hold on. Now, you know damn-well that's not what I meant.” Lowrey defended himself.

“Wait a minute...” Marcus tried to interject, but Mike reached the breaking point.

“Nigga, will you shut the fuck up and let me talk to him? For the last time, this is not your conversation!” Mike couldn't stand Marcus now.

“So you hate me now?” Flabbergasted, Marcus looked toward his partner.

“Let ‘em talk.” Armando whispered to Marcus while still driving.

Though we're judging Marcus, there's progress with Armando. Mike realized.

Silenced, Marcus Burnett only watched upcoming streetlights.

“Shop ahead. I'll go in and use somebody's phone.” Armando set his next plan right as the pickup truck's engine burned out.

“No help?” Mike glanced toward Aretas for a second.

“Y'all are detectives. Too recognized.” Armando gestured between Mike and Marcus before leaving this truck himself.

Mike then watched his son put this trucker hat back on and enter one neon lighting storefront.

“Where did he go?” Marcus spoke up again.

“Doesn't matter.” Mike said. “Let's just wait.”

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“Hey.” Armando offered accented English just in case. “Sorry to bother you, but my truck broke down outside. Could I borrow your phone?”

“Oh, damn. I'm closing up here, but sure.” The food mart clerk nodded. “Want anything else?”

“No cash.” Wearing this Bud Light shirt, Armando tapped both dirty pockets of stolen jeans. Boots stepped along.

“Don't worry. I've been there when times aren't easy.” The clerk just wanted to help out.

“Thanks.” Need to call my girl first.” Armando took this cell phone from the counter.

“I know that's right.” The clerk smiled for a moment while gathering free snacks.

“Hello?” Your sweet voice responded shortly after Aretas dialed.

“It's me, baby…” Armando couldn't believe this moment. “Lost my phone, but I'm here.”

“Armando?” Quiet shock reached your entire body right now.

Yeah, hey.” Armando confirmed his words and promised that you weren't dreaming. “It's a long story, but I need to meet me somewhere. I'll explain everything.”

“Just say where. I'll find you.” You don't ask questions.

“There's a rusted truck parked downtown, but the engine's dead.” Armando gestured outside.

“All right. Love you.” You hung up quickly, but Armando can't help grinning this time.

“Take care.” Once Aretas returned the phone, this sore clerk bid farewell and handed Armando his bag, watching him leave.

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“Sup?” Mike greeted Armando once the driver's seat door opened.

“My girlfriend will pick us up soon and I got free snacks from the clerk.” Armando offered this bag.

“Thanks.” Mike nodded.

“Skittles?” Marcus just seemed nosey all over again.

“Not supposed to eat that shit, Marcus.” Mike warned his partner as usual.

Within minutes, Armando smiled once more when your car pulled up at last.

“She's here. Let's go.” Aretas ditched that truck again and met you on the sidewalk.

Immediately recognizing Armando, you bolted each footstep down this path and jumped right into his arms, knocking off the trucker hat.

Both of you survived.

Yet once you reached the sidewalk again, your plan started up.

“Mike, Marcus! Let's go.” You call the Miami detectives.

Armando hops the passenger seat and you hit that sturdy engine, noticing Lowrey and Burnett.

“Armando got the front seat!” Marcus yelled while standing near your car with Mike.

“Get in this damn car before I smack you upside your peasy-ass head!” Mike warned.

“Have they always bickered like this?” You questioned Armando.

“Since we met.” Armando rolled his brown eyes and passed gum your way.

“Goodness.” You finally started driving and moved along.

______

“Dorn from AMMO has a boathouse near the harbor. Can you take us there?” Detective Mike Lowrey called from the backseat.

“What happened? All of you look rough.” You needed to hear the truth no matter what.

“Long story short, I told you when Captain Howard got framed, but someone hijacked Armando's aircraft. If it wasn't for Armando flying…” Mike trailed his explanation.

“Who struck down the plane?” You leveled this question.

“It was probably the same person who just framed Cap.” Mike went on. “Armando can identify the suspect.”

“Done. Just give me an address.” You affirmed and waited to hear more instructions.

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Early daylight moves along this harbor when you finally reach the boathouse.

“Stay in the car.” Mike warned you and Aretas without thinking twice.

Because Armando stood as a criminal, Mike and Marcus couldn't take chances with Dorn acting spooked yet.

“And don't fog up windows tryna be nasty.” Even Marcus pointed, following his partner into the residence and leaving you with Armando.

When the doors slammed shut, Armando loosened his seatbelt.

Your man opened both arms and truly hugged you for the first since lockup.

“Hi.” Greeting him, you didn't let go of this embrace yet.

“Hey.” Armando held your cheek, just grateful to see you in person and remain alive. “Still beautiful. No makeup last night?”

“I was sleeping when you called me.” You laughed for a second.

“Sorry.” His slightly accented English returned to you. “I should join you next time.”

“Let's knock out this bastard first.” You glance toward Armando and make another vow, planning to help Lowrey and Burnett.

Back together again. Aretas promised.

*****

“Hey. Dorn just plotted connections with your laptop.” Tapping your driver's seat window, Mike offered an update.

“Got it. I can set up here.” You walked around the car, but Armando already gathered your bag from the trunk.

“Damn, ya'll fast.” Marcus noticed the dynamics with you and Aretas.

“We're a team.” Armando says. “That's why I don't match with you, Detective.”

“Marcus, look. She might work even faster than Dorn.” Mike acknowledged just how quickly you matched databases from the house.

While Armando noted countless faces, each rejection seemed more and more disappointing.

“Wait, zoom in again.” Armando grounded his reality now.

“Here?” You ask. On screen, this grayscale picture of one man with bright hair caught your attention.

“That's who ordered the hit on Captain. Text them.” Armando confirms his discovery while you immediately contact Mike and Marcus.

****

James McGrath: Former Army Ranger turned DEA agent. Tortured before joining the cartel himself.

The monster is cornered, but you realize one very significant problem:

Mcgarth has kidnapped Mike's wife Christine alongside Captain Howard's granddaughter Callie.

An alligator park located somewhere deep in Florida veiled as the hideout for McGrath’s operation, but you still can't join this battle.

“There's me, Marcus, Armando, Rita, Kelly and Dorn. That's it.” Mike dropped your help and even relayed the AMMO squad.

“Why the hell would you leave her out? You know exactly what she's capable of.” Aretas defended your skill.

“If anything happens to her out there, you'll go right back to prison. You can't set off a bloodbath if she gets hurt.” Mike offered this horrifying perspective.

Fed up, your steps leave the dock and Armando chases after you.

______

“We pushed all that work for nothing! Why did Mike even call me out?” You reached the car once more and planned to leave.

“Listen…” Armando tried.

“No. Complete the mission.” You declined this chance, speeding away.

*******

After taking down James McGrath and saving Callie Howard, Armando Aretas somehow pulls many different strings, finding you once more.

“Stubborn just like your father.” You open the front door of your home while Armando stands on that porch with flowers.

“I love you, too.” Aretas chuckled through his accented English and passed one threshold, staying here forever.

Who gon' pray for me?

Take my pain for me?

Save my soul for me?

'Cause I'm alone, you see.

If I'm gon' die for you.

If I'm gon' kill for you.

Then I'll spill this blood for you…

#movies #bad boys #jacob scipio #bad boys ride or die #bad boys for life #armando aretas x reader #armando aretas #armando x reader #armando #strong language #dark themes #angst with a happy ending #sequel #no church in the wild #spill this blood #fanfiction #canon compliant #my fics #<3

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disguisedchaos · 6 days

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This is the third sim of my 12 LGBTQIA+ Sims Series - They represent the colors in the Progress Pride Flag 🏳️‍🌈🤎🖤🩵🩷🤍💛💜

This is Yasmin. She has her roots in a rural area of North Carolina (US). Yasmin grew up in a trailer park. Her parents were abusive and rarely sober. Which is why they never managed to hold down any job for more than a few weeks. Her older brother, Carter, and her had to fend for themselves a lot. He moved out at 18 and fought for the legal guardianship of Yasmin. Carter is her rock and also became her business partner. Together, Yasmin and Carter live in LA, where they are very successful with their fashion startup. Yasmin wants to never experience the horrors of her childhood ever again.

(I hope you like getting to know my sims a little bit!)

I'm grateful to all the cc-creators! You made this possible! Thank you! If someone sees their stuff and I forgot to tag them .. let me know :)

@sentate @aharris00britney @caio-cc @joliebean @daylifesims @twisted-cat @pralinesims @thepeachyfaerie @miikocc @trillyke @angissi @solistair @jius-sims @eunosims @serenity-cc @christopher067 @wightspider @candysims4 @madlensims @shakeproductions @kikuruacchi @asansan3 @magic-bot @chewybutterfly @dissiasims @helgatisha @suzuesims @goppolsme @grilled-bees @kijiko-sims @s-club-tbr @evilquinzel @okruee @crypticsim @cosimetics-cc @glitterberrysims @oakiyo @obscurus-sims @msqsimsofficial @magnolianfarewell @lamatisse @its-adrienpastel @oydis @izziemcfiresims-blog @zenxsims @magnolianfarewell @daisylove126 @WisteriaSims4 / on TSR: qLayla, MURPHY, Arltos, MELDEANNE & Seleng

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clemswinecorner-socials · 1 year

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Sponsor - Paul's posts

See Y/N's posts, Ralf's posts up soon

Paularon_

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posted february 6th, 2023

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Bahrain

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paularon_ first race of the season✅

posted march 4th, 2023

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paularon_ he might get the kisses but i get all the money (since you're publicly together now here's some digustingly cute pictures i took) tagged yourusername, aronralf

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not-so-mundane-after-all · 9 months

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Fandom: Hawkeye (2021)

Title: Your Mess Is My Mess (That's What Family Is For)

Pairings/Relationships: Clint Barton & Kate Bishop

Additional tags: Post-Series, Father-Daughter Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Protective Clint Barton, Clint is a good dad and a good partner, POV Kate Bishop, Clint Barton & Kate Bishop Friendship, Kate Bishop Needs a Hug,

Summary:

After Kate spends Christmas and New Year's Day at the Barton's farm, it's time to go back to her old life. When her mother's trial comes just around the corner, she doesn't know whether to reach out for her partner's support or deal with her family drama alone.

Well hello! Time for a new adventure! Looks like I'll be branching out a lot this year, writing for many different duos I love so much, and with my Hawkeye feels currently back in action, I decided to give Clint and Kate a shot! I absolutely adore their relationship, can never and will never get enough of it, and it was sooooo fun to explore it in writing! I hope you enjoy this one! I even threw a little Agents of SHIELD cameo in there 😉

A little treat for @skoulsons and @legendsofentity 💜🖤

#hawkeye #hawkeye disney+#clint barton #kate bishop #clint and kate #kate and clint #jeremy renner #hailee steinfeld #mcu #marvel

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judasiskariot · 27 days

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✨Writing Interview Tag Game✨

The 🖤judasiskariot❤ round - thank you lovely delightful @pinkberrytea for the tag 💕🌸

When did you start writing?

Already enjoyed writing creative essays at school. Wrote my first fanfiction (yugioh) as a teenie at an anime/fandom website. Got really into it, with writing fanfiction about a RPG I were playing/writing at the very same time.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

Maybe I read more smut than writing it. Because it seems I always need to put up huge story before smut, so it makes sense, cause the ghost of dumb it is ooc comments are still in my head.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I guess not. Both ways (I just often say I am a film noir or Tolkien type cause I often get lost in description or heavy in inner monologue. We could be in Mordor....or only went down the hill, same length. So happens with me. (So gods no never ever would I say I can write like Tolkien!!!! I just mean by that, that I do not keep some things sharp and short when maybe needed, as I do prefer in real life)

I am a huge Dante Alighieri and Vergil fan, compare me to them and I will always love you 🤣🤣

I just feel like a bardic soul 💜📜🪶

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Desk is always occupied. Also is there gym, man sleeping medieval storage cave (The Manc Ave, right Terry and Korvo? 😉Dig old bicks)

Hardly wifi connection in there. I have no stationary pc, only cheap small laptop (it is hard to be a bard xD) so writing on the couch.

I have reading and writing candles (my luxury; even I should not)

Love to write in my bard poetry book outside in the nature 🌳🏞️🏕️☀️

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

🤷‍♀️

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

DRAMA OVER BLOODY DRAMA

I am the drama queen.

Love some angst and emotional damage; make it harder than it needs to be.

But also horror, gore, love and smut.

Never surprised.

and dumb sassy joking; could write forever funny crosstalks like chat. Would anyone read that? Than I would write all my ideas, ALL! So efficient and quickly. Sooo...I get lost in my Tolkien surroundings 😅🙈

maybe i write more cheesy and theatrically than I thought 🤔

What is your reason for writing?

SOMEONE HAS TO DO IT, RIGHT?🤷‍♀️

😄

No. I am not skilled in any other divine arts and I guess that's the only thing I can call on. I like it. I always liked it. I can create something, that's nice. And I've written so much RPG and FF as a teenager, I messed it up and I hate that I didn't do it for over 10 years now. Why abandon the thing you were good at, had fun with, made progress while practicing? So that all progress seems lost and you have to start from zero?

I'm glad I've started making progress again, maintaining what I once set out to do, and learning to be better.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

I'm incredibly happy with every single comment, even if it's just a smiley.

" You really did read my thing? How great is that!?!?" 😍🤩

But comments with a specific part or a line that they liked or whatever, their specific thoughts on certain parts are incredible. As a writer, I need feedback to know if I'm doing well and if I'm on the right track. Do others know what I wanted to say? Does it come out right? Otherwise I cannot improve.

If someone shares their exact first thoughts, what they thought about certain passages while reading, then the work pays off. 😍😍🤤🤤

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

As someome whose writig is good? 😅🤷‍♀️🙈 someone they can talk to. some nerdie partner in crime.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I have no clue. No one told me. I guess maybe having drama ideas and writing the inner struggles of characters.

How do you feel about your own writing?

Also here not much confidence in my own writing.

I got the two beasts in me: GOD YES! BEST WRITING EVER. THIS IS SO GOOD! THEY HAVE TO LOVE IT! CAN'T WAIT FOR REACTON TO THIS!🤩

Reread it: what da fuck is this?! 😠 I thought this was good?! I have no clue where I wanted to go with that 🤷‍♀️

BUT I can also be proud, reread it and think "I did this. I created that myself. It may be not the best, just small and silly and cliché, but I created it myself!" Be proud, all of you writers!! 👏🏻🫵🏻💪🏻 We are forgotten so often.

Do people criticize paintings for being ooc? Well..I guess assholes being assholes in every aspect of life 😅😆

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

I do it cause I want to. But of course the external motivation is important. Lack of comments and feedback makes you quit, mean people make you quit. You post cause you want to share your joy with others, hope they enjoy it too. When they do not, it can be bitter.

But still for me I guess. But non the less, I pick up things I think others will like (but not troping or so, writing things I dislike myself cause they are gaining online likes and so on; not in that way never) When I know a certain mutual/friend is reading the thing, I put easter eggs/insiders in it, they should get; things I think they might like and makes them smile. If someone would request some things they would like to happen/read, I would totally pick it up when possible. Shared happyness is happyness doubled.

thanks for the tag lovely

All my muts, please keep tagging me. I just keep forget doing it, when I can't do it right away.

And spinning head prevents me from that. I see what nonsense I write in the DMs and in every lil post a huge amount of spelling mistakes; I can't do it better at the moment; so embarrassing🙈

I've had a hectic time, sorry, but I love things like that and always smile when I get tagged😃😘 (and sometimes I'm a little unsure about telling something about myself. The urge to disappear completely one day and the next day I urge to overshare. Plus bad experiences with some folks😅🙈 )

I tag @nihil-ism @damadisangue

@sorceresssundries

@mercymaker

maybe you guys want to ramble a lil bit

[check out their works (if you like 😘)]

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cantstoptheimagines · 1 year

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Ace (John B Routledge | Outer Banks)

Summary — When questions begin to arise, you decide to be vulnerable.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Mostly fluff with a little bit of angst (and maybe some hurt-comfort, I guess); truth or dare; anxiety about coming out to one’s partner (due to bad reactions from a former relationship); mentions of sex; some moments of physical affection (kissing, hugging, etc.); crying; John B being a good boyfriend!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,493. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her) and is asexual but not aromantic. She is also referred to by traditionally feminine nicknames (babygirl, sweetheart, etc.). ➳ This is loosely inspired by the scene of John B and Sarah in the abandoned church. He was so understanding and the communication between those two in that scene made my heart cry, I loved it so much. ➳ Also, I found this beautiful gif set by @saws2004! It offered some inspiration for this piece! You’re so talented, keep up the great work! ➳ This work has a visual edit as well as an inspiration playlist! ➳ 🖤🤍💜

John B wasn’t a bad guy. Not at all.

He was a good friend to the pogues, and an even better boyfriend to you. Honest, sweet, caring, protective. He was the perfect package, wrapped up in a bow and stashed away in your heart for you to keep safe.

But there were moments when you could tell he had questions that he seemed afraid to ask. His eyebrows would furrow when you pulled away from a kiss with a frown, claiming you had to go home before it got too late.

He’d bite his lip and tilt his head when his hand traveled beneath your shirt to rub your back, only to be gently removed from your body and placed back onto his lap, far away from your skin.

Not to mention the times he’d invited you to his room. Any semblance of a smile always disappeared from his face when he’d noticed your eyes shift into an unreadable emotion. Then, quietly, you’d ask if the two of you could sit on the front porch instead. And, ever the kind soul, John B would agree in a heartbeat, watching as your demeanor slowly let go of any tension after he did so.

Every act of affection that stemmed from a desire to be close to you seemed to be either ignored, dismissed, or subtly rejected. And despite the confusion that burned in his eyes each time, John B never questioned you or your actions.

JJ, his best friend, on the other hand, wasn’t as savvy in the department of social graces as the rest of the pogues.

You sat next to John B, surrounded by your other friends, at a late-night campfire. The sun had gone down, but each of you were still roasting marshmallows and making s’mores as you played a game of truth or dare.

So far, Kie had called her father’s restaurant, using Sarah’s phone, to repeatedly ask about a menu item that didn’t exist until he realized it was her. Sarah had jumped in the marsh next to the Château, despite its freezing temperature.

Pope had admitted to not studying for his most recent history exam, which was something only he thought was outlandish. JJ, meanwhile, revealed how he had egged some houses on Figure Eight a few nights prior, resulting in him running from Deputy Shoupe.

You and John B were the only two who hadn’t taken part in the game so far. And JJ seemed determined to change that.

From across the fire, his eyes met those of your boyfriend. John B, lounging comfortably in an old lawn chair, raised his eyebrows expectantly with a smirk. You glanced between the two as you tried to keep the marshmallow you were roasting from catching on fire.

“Bird!” grinned JJ. “Truth or dare?”

John B sighed, “Truth.”

“Boring, but whatever, dude,” scoffed JJ, before a mischievous grin spread across his lips only seconds later. “How’s the sex?”

You froze, slowly turning to look at John B. His hand shifted to rest against your knee, thumb running over the fabric of your sweatpants in an effort to settle your obvious bout of nerves. His eyes, however, remained on JJ while the others commented about how gross and nosy the question was.

“I’m not answering that,” he said, his voice stone-cold. “Choose a different question, man.”

JJ’s smirk widened and his eyes glimmered with curiosity, “Why? Just tell us! Or are you afraid we’ll judge your kinks—?”

The pit in your stomach suddenly became too much. You abruptly stood, tossing the stick you had been using to roast your marshmallow to the ground. You could feel your friends’ eyes burning into your back as you briskly walked in the direction of the Château.

John B was following you in an instant, calling out your name. You could also hear Kie, Sarah, and Pope all scolding a genuinely confused JJ, who repeatedly exclaimed, “What did I say?! I don’t know what I said!”

Tears burned your eyes and your heart felt like it was sinking in your chest. Everything in the living room of the Château was prepared for a classic pogue sleepover, which you no longer wanted to be a part of.

John B barely avoided being hit by the screen door when he came in after you. He placed a hand on his hip, the other resting on his head as he watched you pace around the room to collect your things.

“Don’t go,” he muttered, sighing when he noticed you trying to hold back your emotions. “Please, don’t go.”

“I’m not staying here,” you said, pulling the strap of your duffle bag onto your shoulder. “Not after that. I can’t.”

He gently grabbed your arm when you tried to push past him. His arms then wrapped tightly around your shoulders, pulling you against him. Your face quickly hid against his chest and then you let out an initial round of sobs.

Your arms wrapped around his waist. Meanwhile, John B did his best to soothe you, tilting his head to kiss your temple. He shushed you as his hands carefully rubbed your shoulders and back.

John B’s stomach sank and a frown grew on his lips. Your cries were muffled against the fabric of his sweatshirt, but they still pained him.

“It’s alright. JJ’s just an idiot. You know that, don’t you, babygirl?” he whispered, kissing your temple once more. “I love you so much, okay? So, so much. More than anything—”

“I’m sorry, John B. I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want,” you cried, fingers digging into his back. “I’m sorry I can’t kiss you, or let you touch me half the time, or have sex—”

His eyebrows drew tighter and so did his hold on you, “Sweetheart, I don’t care about that. If you don’t want to, that’s your decision. I’ll wait for you.”

Slowly, your tears were starting to run out. You shook your head against him, suddenly pushing him away and taking a step back, “You don’t get it. This isn’t a choice.”

John B could see the way you began to retreat within yourself. He couldn’t let you stuff your emotions away, never to be seen or heard. Your eyes were swollen as you looked at him, quietly taking his hand and allowing him to lead you to his couch.

He quickly took away your duffle bag and tossed it onto the floor, silently watching as you hid your face in your hands. Your shoulders rose and fell in a pattern of deep breaths.

“I’m such a mess,” you whispered.

“Hey, no!” exclaimed John B, scooting closer and wrapping an arm around you. “Don’t say that! That’s not true! You know that’s not true!”

“The last time I talked to someone about this was in my last relationship. And he didn’t take it very well,” you continued quietly, brushing away some leftover tears. “I don’t want a repeat of that, John B. Never again. I love you so much and I don’t want to let that go.”

“Baby,” he muttered, “whatever it is, you can tell me.”

You turned your head to meet his eyes. Their sparkling brown hue, eased by his concerned features, nearly made you start crying again.

“Johnny,” you took a breath, “I’m asexual.”

As soon as those words drifted into the air between the two of you, John B’s expression shifted. It was different than you expected though. Unlike the anger and disgust your previous boyfriend had exuded when you had come out to him, John B’s eyes showed something else entirely.

Realization.

A million thoughts were going through his mind, mostly of how ignorant he was to not connect the dots before now. All those times he had felt you were rejecting him completely were, instead, moments when your sexuality had been trying to shine through so you could truly be yourself. Though, sadly, at the same time, you had been trying to shove it down out of his view.

Everything began to make sense. The way you prevented him from kissing you for too long. The instances when you had kept him from tucking his hands beneath your clothing and caressing your bare skin. How you avoided his bedroom like it was your greatest fear.

How, despite his statement only moments ago, he couldn’t just ‘wait for you’. Because you’d most likely never feel for him in a sexual sense. Instead, those feelings would probably be more romantic than anything.

“John B? Please say something.”

He snapped out of his thoughts, finding himself lost in your worried eyes. Tears were starting to appear again. You were clearly expecting him to be angry or upset with your confession, but all he could feel was an overwhelming sense of adoration.

You braced yourself for the worst. It was hard, but you couldn’t stop your thoughts from reminding you of the screaming, the accusations, and the pain from the last time. Preparing for another round of tears, along with a potential break-up, you stared down at your shoes.

“Hey,” he whispered, placing his hands against your cheeks and encouraging you to meet his eyes. “I love you.”

“But—“

He stopped you in your tracks, giving you a watery smile, “I love you.”

“John B—“

“I love you.”

You took a deep breath, unable to stop a quiet, appreciative laugh from escaping your lips, “I love you too.”

“I wish I had known sooner,” he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you uncomfortable. And I hope you know I’ll never force you into something you don’t want.”

“Thank you,” you replied, caressing his ribs through the fabric of his sweatshirt.

He pulled away with a smile and raised eyebrows, “Do you want me to kick JJ’s ass?”

You chuckled, shaking your head as his thumbs traced over your cheeks, “Not right now. Maybe later though.”

He grinned, brushing away any leftover tears that fell down your cheeks. His eyes softened and he lost himself for a moment, leaning in.

Your sudden inhale brought him back to his senses. John B’s eyes shifted into an apologetic haze when he took note of your furrowed eyebrows.

Quickly, he moved to kiss your forehead rather than your lips. Against your skin, he whispered, “Sorry. Force of habit. I’ll try not to do that anymore unless you say it’s alright.”

Admiration bloomed within your heart. Listening to his reassurances, your love for John B seemed to increase tenfold.

“I love you,” you muttered. “More than you realize, John B.”

He smirked, pulling away again to stretch his arms as he feigned an arrogant expression, “I am pretty great, aren’t I?”

You scoffed, lightly shoving his shoulder, “Don’t get a big head.”

He only chuckled in response, hands moving to hold yours, gently swinging them back and forth. Then he asked, “Are hugs still on the table? Forehead kisses? Cheeks? What about cuddles?”

You smiled with a glance at your feet. Shyness overwhelmed you in an instant, leaving you barely capable of replying with a soft, “Yes. To all of those.”

“Good,” he whispered, gently stroking the backs of your hands with his thumbs. “C’mere.”

He welcomed you into his arms, wrapping you in a tight, warm hug. It was hard to not find comfort in his arms. All thoughts of any negativity from your former relationship were slowly washed away as you realized, with John B, you had nothing to worry about.

He loves you for who you are. Not for what you can offer him physically. He wanted you emotionally.

The next afternoon, you sat on the dock behind your house, waiting for your friends to pick you up in the HMS Pogue. As the boat appeared, you smiled at the sight of Kie, Sarah, and Pope waving at you excitedly.

John B was behind the helm, steering close enough to the dock for JJ to help you get on. You could already see the anxiety in JJ’s blue eyes.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about last night,” he said quietly, trying to make sure the others couldn’t hear him so the conversation would be as private as possible. “I didn’t mean to make you upset or overstep like I did. John B talked some sense into me after you left.”

“And by talked, you really mean punched, right?” you asked, smiling when he suddenly placed a hand on one of his shoulders with a wince as though he were remembering a particularly painful hit.

“Little bit,” JJ chuckled nervously. “We cool?”

“We’re cool,” you smiled, glancing over your shoulder at your boyfriend, who was doing his best to appear lonely, puppy dog eyes included. “I better get over there before he starts getting too pouty.”

JJ nodded with a grin, offering you a friendly pat on the shoulder before he went to join Kie, Sarah, and Pope on the casting deck. Meanwhile, John B greeted you with a gentle kiss on the cheek, allowing you to stand at the helm. Each of his arms took up space on either side of you as he continued steering the boat.

“I got some beads this morning from the craft store,” he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him over your shoulder, “Yeah?”

He nodded, but his brown eyes sparkled as if he knew something you didn’t, “Made myself a new bracelet.”

You looked down at his hands. The right was on the wheel, gently steering, and seemed to only be decorated with the same bracelets he wore on a daily basis. You looked at his left instead, which was on the main gear of the boat.

You froze at the sight of it. There, on his wrist, was a lone bracelet. It was obviously handmade. Instead of string, it was made out of fishing line, which made you smile because that was such a John B thing to do. The beads, however, were what caught your attention.

Black, grey, white, purple.

The bracelet was continuously made up of the same four colors, repeating over and over again in a beautiful pattern that you, along with your heart, recognized in an instant.

Quickly, you brushed away a tear that attempted to fall down your face. Even though it had welled out of happiness and adoration for your loving boyfriend’s actions, you didn’t want the others to butt in on such a special moment to ask why you were crying.

John B smiled when he felt your fingertips trail over the beads. After a moment, he encased your hand in his, making it so you were holding onto the gear while his palm rested on top.

You felt him kiss your temple and reached back to stroke his hair with your free hand. And then, against your skin, he whispered, “Be proud, babygirl. I can make you one too if you want.”

The first gif is not an indication of the Reader’s appearance. I only wanted a reference for John B trying to comfort and reassure the Reader.

#2023 #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks imagines #outer banks x reader #john b imagine #john b imagines #john b x reader #john b routledge imagine #john b routledge imagines #john b routledge x reader #ace

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domripley · 1 month

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Send me a fic of mine and I'll answer...

There’s No Escaping

My favorite scene

Finn spanking reader. Personally when it’s a dark fic or no and he’s the dom, I see him really into spanking 🫠 also rhea mocking reader about becky-

My favorite chapter (if it's a multichapter)

it is not multichaptered!

Hardest scene to write

So for me, because this was the first time I was writing a dark guy character the fic as a whole was hard to write, but I loved the idea enough to do it!

Favorite character to write in the fic

Damian and how oddly sweet he was being was *chefs kiss*

Favorite dynamic to write in the fic

The judgement day as a whole.

Why I chose that title

It was the concept for me, they wanted reader to join and they were (and are) going to get what they want!

A fun fact about the fic

I wrote this at a church event I was dragged to lol

#thank you so much #!!#c-riptide #answered #my partner tag 💜🖤

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edsbacktattoo · 1 year

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hi lets show some love for our mutuals. tag your favorite mutuals and tell them why you love them

oooh bet u thought i forgot about u anon. i didn’t. i’ve been here. scheming and plotting. and i am soooo full of love to give. hold onto your hats

i’m putting the gushing under a cut because this post is getting too long haha whoopsie

@tisziny my darling beloved and dearly cherished friend. one of the first people to reach out to me and i am eternally grateful for their wonderful heart and friendship. my sweetest cheese! 🧀 an incredibly skilled writer and artist who i sincerely admire <3 not enough words to describe my love for them tbh

@skysofrey kaitlin my beautiful and cherished friend and wife. we were cut of the same cloth and then separated at birth but we defied to odds and joined forces anyway! so insightful and kind and sweet and hilarious and overall wonderful (and also sooooo pretty have u guys seen my wife she’s sooooo pretty wtf) 🖤💜❤️

@blackbeardskneebrace miles blackbeardskneebrace the absolute marvel that you are <3 so incredibly nice and extraordinarily talented! every time they post art it adds 100000 years to my lifespan and puts tears in my eyes. genuinely astounding

@blakbonnet despite the angst and antagonising me for Ed’s beard, i will always love Meow with my whole chest. and she can do it all!!! she writes, makes art, makes gifs! she’s even funny and smart and hot and NICE! save some for the rest of us babe come on <3

@gentlebeard ohhhh my sweet wonderful Ella (now with a new and improved url!) so incredibly kind and friendly! always willing for a hot makeout session in the bathroom and will gladly kill someone to defend your honour (i’ve seen her do it). makes edits that make you laugh and then WHABAM!! another that makes you feel like your lungs are being pulled out. love you ella <3

@snake-snack-stede we all know that olivia is the funniest mfer on this whole idiot website. it’s literally not even a contest. but did you guys know she’s also extraordinarily talented? she makes art and animates and makes edits that are gorgeous to look at. also i’m in love with her. she’s the sweetest candy apple at the fair and i’m a snot-nosed kid with an appetite.

@flightoftheconnie sex on legs. i become hot and flustered and feint when i think of her. makes me blush and giggle and kick my feet and she’s funny and smart and hot enough to be in a gallery but she’s here with us instead. give her kisses or die by my sword

@bizarrelittlemew we may not talk often but goodness gracious do i adore you 🥹 my god you’re hilarious and you make some of the most gorgeous gifs ive ever put my gay little eyes on. and yet another blessing to the world of ofmd fanfic <3

@saltpepperbeard JODI!!!!!! if jodi has a billion fans i’m one of them. if she has 100 fans i’m one of them. if Jodi has 0 fans then i’m dead. literally so sweet and kind and enthusiastic and an absolute treasure. and my GOODNESS can she write!! her work feels like a warm hug (just like her!)

@sherlockig literally too hot to be on the hellsite with us but we are so blessed to have her. an absolute TREASURE to this fandom and to anyone who knows her. the amount of lockscreens i’ve got that are just alexz screengrabs is absolutely insane. thank you for all your work i love you forever

@dickfuckk josh — a living breathing legend. any time you need a file? a link? an image? josh has got your back. one of the funniest people i’ve ever interacted with. also makes edits devastating enough to kill a man <3

@xoxoemynn Em my wonderful Cherub From Heaven!!! pure charm and grace, and one of the most enthusiastic and delightful people i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. such an accomplished and skilled writer as well!

@vampirebutterflies my #1 date to the observatory and my partner in crime <33 so effortlessly funny and kind and has the best taste in music ever. every single song they’ve sent me has been an absolute banger and has been put in the frequent rotation (huge shoutout to Vacations)

@bunnyandthejets my dear and darling friend Bunny who is so incredibly kind and sweet. has been so vocally supportive and enthusiastic since we met and i’m so grateful to have her friendship and support. she’s also made me cackle like an insane person on enough occasions to be criminal.

@wearfinethingsalltoowell don’t let the angst fool you, Joy is actually wonderful and a ray of sunshine <3 i’m convinced she just enjoys causing us pain for fun. she’s creative and wonderful and the World’s Number One Olu Enjoyer (and therefore objectively correct)

@sassygwaine is one of those unabashedly kind souls who simply oozes love into everything they do and create. so genuine and resilient and smart!!! writes like an absolute dream too

@chocolatepot a complete sweetheart who was one of my first friends in this fandom, and who has been consistently friendly and supportive ever since. unwaveringly kind and nice. also her writing. oh my god. 😭 a huge inspiration to silly little me

@jellybeanium124 nina is so effortlessly hilarious. she’s had me giggling and twirling my hair on numerous occasions. she’s also full to the brim with good and correct takes. (also a Button’s truther and the world needs more of those.)

@awkward-fallen-angel heather is just soooo lovely!! another one of the people that’s been here since the very early days and i’m always so grateful for her insight and enthusiasm and the sheer joy she puts into everything.

@stedebonnets i mean this so sincerely and with my whole heart: Ara is one of the nicest and most loving people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. an absolute angel who drops in to consistently check on her friends and spread love and joy. we need more Ara’s in the world. also has one of the most beautiful ofmd tattoos i’ve ever seen <3

if you haven’t been included in this list, please know that i love you so so so dearly and that i genuinely am just a little bit stupid (on account of the short term memory issues lol). if you’re feeling left out, send me a message and i’ll say something sooo niceys about you 🥹 i love you all. thank you for being here. <3

#THIS IS LONG SORRY #ask #anon #💕✨

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crimsonedquill · 1 year

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Hello friend! I’m so glad there’s more HL content and yours makes me very happy. I had to follow! May I request Imelda x f!mc? Something along the lines of them realizing they have feelings for each other after the third broom race? Thank you! 💜💜

Yes yes yes thank you for this prompt! I love writing Imelda, there aren't enough fics of her out there 🖤

Catching Wind (Imelda Reyes x f!MC)

Tags: Fluff, soft Imelda, confessing feelings

Someone’s pride was hurt. And it wasn’t MC’s.

She gracefully landed her broom in front of the Slytherin, trying not to come off too cocky as she gave her her best winner’s smile. “Well?”

“Oh, all right then,” Imelda scoffed, throwing her hands up in the air. “Just don’t get too comfortable up there. I’ll be on your heels before you know it.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” MC smiled, extending her hand. “It’s been fun racing you, Imelda.”

Imelda looked at the outstretched hand before rolling her eyes. “Ugh, why do you always have to be like this?”

“I’m sorry, like what?”

“You know what I mean. This whole… humble sportsmanship act. Don’t tell me you don’t feel at least a little bit like gloating over beating me.”

“Maybe,” MC said with a shrug of her shoulders, “but that doesn’t take away from what I said. I do genuinely enjoy racing against you.”

Imelda crossed her arms. She didn’t know why MC was being so coy with her, though she had to admit the challenge was hardly something to be resisted. Prying people open was in many ways not too different from Quidditch: keep your eyes on the target and don’t let go until you score.

“Indulge me,” she ordered. “Do you really like broom flying so much that you came all the way out here, just to beat me in a little game without anyone to see it?”

“I could ask the same of you,” MC retorted. “I know you’re passionate about flying, but…”

“But?”

“You tell me. Is there an ulterior motive at play here?”

They regarded each other, two girls in their flying attire, locked in a silent battle of wits. Imelda couldn’t deny she felt a rush of excitement, and she couldn’t even put her finger on precisely why. Maybe that was the exciting part, almost like flying blind, only navigating by the quickening beats of her heart.

“There might be,” she said, making an honest effort to keep her voice steady. “Far be it from me to venture any guesses.”

“I think you’re a bit more adventurous than that.” MC took a step towards her. Imelda noticed she didn’t feel the least bit inclined to put a stop to it. “What do you think you’re doing?” she taunted.

“I was under the impression that a reward was in order. Or do I seem to have gotten that wrong?”

My oh my. I must give her credit, she certainly knows how to get a girl excited.

A mischievous smirk played on Imelda’s lips. “You didn’t really think I was that easy to get, did you?”

MC opened their mouth to respond, but by then the Quidditch captain had already summoned and mounted her broom, flashing her a smile that made her shiver with primal delight.

“Let’s see how you fare in a real race,” she said, and she took off without warning, leaving MC scrambling to get on their broom and take after her. Imelda laughed, quickly picking up speed as she soared over cliffs and beaches, navigating the uneven terrain with an ease that left her competitor soon far behind. She relished the way she rode the wind, revelling in a sense of freedom she never felt quite as strongly as now, with a broom between her legs and the ground beneath her turning to a blur.

Yet she didn’t fail to notice the way her thoughts kept drifting off to MC. Was there even a point to denying that what was going on between them extended beyond innocent flirtations? Of course, she’d had her share of flings, but every single one of her previous partners had never been able to keep up with her, always either falling to her brash character or her competitive spirit. They never seemed to understand that she wasn’t looking for easy, or simplicity for that matter. She was meant to be chased, to be pursued until the ends of the earth… and maybe, just maybe, there would be time for a speck of affection between all of the adrenaline and excitement.

She landed on a small plateau and waited for MC to arrive. They finally appeared thirty seconds later, landing in the small patch of grass in front of her.

“I see you’re not all talk,” MC said with a smile that made Imelda’s heart involuntarily skip a beat. How does she manage to be so irresistible, it’s like she knows exactly how to speak her language –

“Frankly, I’m disappointed,” Imelda retorted. “I thought you were actually going to try this time?”

MC shrugged. “I suppose I got distracted by the view before me.”

An uncharacteristic shade of crimson coloured the Slytherin’s freckled cheeks. Surely she’s just joking, right? She has to be…

MC put her broom down, stepping closer once more. “So, about that reward…”

“What about it?”

“You mean you’re really going to ignore what’s going on here?”

She looked MC in the eye before averting her gaze, a sigh escaping her lips. MC’s expression immediately softened. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you really have to ask?” She looked back, redness still high in her cheeks. “I think I’m beginning to like you, that’s what’s wrong.”

MC didn’t seem the least bit fazed by her confession. “Well, I’m sure I’m not that bad –”

“You don’t understand. I’m not girlfriend material, MC. I can’t give you warmth, or affection, or bring you flowers and tell you how beautiful you are. The moment it feels like my life is slowing down, I get afraid and jump on my broom to fly away from everything, and everyone. And you… you deserve better than that.”

Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, trailing off until it was but a whisper lost in her throat. She couldn’t bring herself to look MC in the eye, so she was slightly surprised when she walked up to her and took her gloved hands, enveloping them in her own.

“Imelda,” MC spoke, their voice clear and strengthened by determination, “listen to me. When I said I enjoyed flying with you, I meant it. I wondered whether my feelings were just a simple adrenaline rush, and I still can’t say with full confidence that they aren’t. But what I am confident about is that spending time with you… feels right. And even though I don’t know where I’ll end up once I step on that broom with you, I sure as hell am willing to give it my best shot.”

The heavy rhythm of their heartbeats was the only thing to puncture the silence between them. Imelda finally dared to look up to her companion, her crush, this strange person that somehow seemed to have her entirely figured out, yet without making her feel vulnerable.

“Sappy doesn’t suit you,” she said, a smirk inevitably tugging at her lips.

“Nor you,” MC chuckled. “So how about we just kiss and see where that takes us?”

Imelda didn’t have the patience to mutter an answer. Her lips had been on a collision course with MC’s the moment she said she was willing to take the plunge, so it didn’t take much to wrap her arms around MC’s neck and pull her in so hard that she knocked her off her feet. MC’s tongue gently pressed against her lips to seek entrance, and she gleefully granted it, tasting her newfound lover with a desire that left her only aching for more. MC’s hands sneaked around to the small of her back before gripping her butt, their moans meeting in supreme delight. When they briefly pulled back for air, Imelda couldn’t help but allow herself a moment to savour the glowing face of her partner, the blissful energy of their embrace.

“I hope you know I’m still not letting you win,” she uttered between deep breaths.

“Bring it on,” MC said with a smirk, before the rest of her words were smothered by Imelda’s mouth.

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #imelda reyes #imelda reyes x mc

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