#(maybe? lu says it counts and lu tends to be right about things)

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hellllllo! i loved lapping at the edges. i have a question: are you ever going to write vegas bottoming to pete?

Thanks for the ask, and I’m glad you enjoyed the fic, anon!

Actually, most of the pairs I wrote pre-VP were vers in my work. We’re not often given explicit canon preferences, and sexual roles only hold as much meaning as the people involved feel they should, so why not play around with it?

With VP specifically, I feel it’s a little trickier, because I think Vegas would initially conflate topping with control/dominance/masculinity. I would guess he’s mostly bottomed to men who wanted to assert their power over him, and also as a manipulative show of trust/sincerity with guys like Tawan (“Kinn wouldn’t let you do this to him, would he?”). From that perspective, “submitting” to bottom is a debasement, and untangling that feeling from the kind of sex Vegas has with Pete will take work—and probably also some frustration along the way.

 (mini-idea for how that might look:)

He doesn’t tell Pete what he’s about to do, the first time. He ties him down, and blindfolds him, and feels slightly better for having done so. Pete is very confused when Vegas rolls the condom onto him. Vegas enjoys watching his face as he sinks down—the shock and uncertainty, the furrow of his brow. He likes shredding Pete’s expectations.

He doesn’t like the pleasure in the arch of Pete’s back. Doesn’t like the flush in his cheeks or the breathless oh on his lips. Subconsciously, Vegas doesn’t want it to be good. He wants to treat it as something Pete is owed, and then wants to treat it like something he’s taking from Pete instead of giving to him.

It makes him cruel about it. A hand on Pete’s throat when Pete tries to speak. Teeth digging into his tongue, nails leaving furrows at odd angles with the scars on his chest.

Pete gets off anyway. Pete gets off, bright and gasping, and raises his shoulders after to offer a cradling space for Vegas’s head, and Vegas—blinks hard, and stares down at him, and then can’t. Something inside him chokes. He stumbles off the bed—swipes uselessly at the lube on his thighs—mumbles that he needs a glass of water—shuts the door behind him.

He leans against the kitchen sink for several listless minutes, glaring down the drain. There is an emptiness in his chest where the shame would normally roost, and he thinks his lungs might collapse without it there to hold his shape.

When he returns to the bedroom, Pete has worked his way out of the ropes on his wrists. He is a curled-up stillness and a tension, face pale against the dark of the blindfold. Worry smeared across his mouth.

The emptiness in Vegas is where Pete is meant to fit, so Vegas goes to him—shoves his face into Pete’s stomach, arms snaking under his back, and tries to make it comforting instead of suffocating.

It was shitty to leave him here. Probably the whole thing was shitty, whether Pete liked fucking him or not; probably Pete is some kind of pissed off and he just hasn’t said it yet; probably Pete is searching for the words to address what a fuck-up Vegas is without setting him off. Pete chose not to follow him into the kitchen, so maybe that’s the signal and Vegas should have left.

Or maybe Pete let him choose to return.

Pete’s hand grips his nape tight. Slowly, they remember how to breathe.

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Never Hold Back

Day 31: Squirting — Lucien x f!reader

Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, insecure reader

Word count: 1.099

A/N: we've finally got to the end of Kinktober! This was so much fun, but it was also exhausting ngl. I'm working on new fics and I'm so glad it's not smut bc I seriously need a break from it. I didn't think I'd be able to write a fic for each day when I decided to do this and I have to say I'm quite of myself for making it. Thank you so much to everyone who read/commented/reblogged my silly smutty blurbs and if you've stuck around to read them all, I love you pls let's get married.

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You didn’t have much experience with sex. Or rather, you did, but the people you had been with could be counted on one hand. And if there was one thing you learned after your first time, it was how to fake an orgasm just before the real one hit you. That way, your partner would relent, sparing you the embarrassment.

But Lucien wasn’t like your previous lovers. He was your mate.

When you arched off the bed and moaned louder than before, he pulled his mouth away from you and watched you with a furrowed brow.

“Why do you do that?”

At first, you didn’t understand what he was talking about, and your insecurities took over. What had you done? Did you have an actual orgasm? No, you would have felt that, and Lucien would have looked more grossed out than concerned.

“Do what?” you asked, trying to keep the tremor from your voice.

Lucien sat up straight and you immediately felt the absence of his head between your thighs. His eyes found yours and the uneasiness etched on his face made you brace yourself for what might be coming.

He was silent for a moment before he said quietly, “If you don’t enjoy what I’m doing, please just tell me.”

Eyes wide, you sat up too. “Why would you think that? Of course I enjoy it, Lu!”

“Then why did you just fake an orgasm?”

“I didn’t—”

“You did it last time too.”

Your breath caught, heat rising to your cheeks until you were sure you looked like a tomato. Unsure how to respond, you looked down at your fidgeting hands.

You always thought you were good at faking, that it looked real enough to not raise suspicions. None of the males you’d been with before had ever noticed. And now that your mate had realized it, you wished the ground would open and swallow you whole.

“Sunshine,” he called softly.

A slender finger hooked under your chin, and then you were looking into his eyes. He didn’t seem upset, which spurred you to finally say something.

“I’m sorry,” you stuttered, and words began pouring out in an incoherent stream. “It’s just… my body. When I come, it does— it’s really gross, so I just… I thought you—”

You stopped abruptly when his thumb moved to cover your lips. He searched your face, his brows still furrowed, before he asked, “What do you mean ‘gross’?”

You shook your head, resisting the urge to look away again, but his gaze was piercing, and his golden eye seemed to see right through you, so eventually you answered, voice just above a whisper.

“I… I tend to squirt.”

You expected disgust, judgment, maybe even rejection—the same reactions you had gotten the few times it happened, the reasons you had started faking.

Instead, Lucien smiled broadly. “You do?”

He sounded so excited that you frowned as you gave him a single nod. His hands traveled down your body, caressing your sides until they rested on your waist. You were still waiting for a rejection, and he probably read it on your face because he gently squeezed you.

“Y/N… did someone tell you it’s gross?” he questioned. “Is that why you say that?”

You blinked. “You don’t think it is?”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Lucien’s posture changed. His back went a bit rigid, and his jaw clenched as he let you go. “Lay back down,” he said, or rather ordered. No soft tone was left in his voice, in his expression.

“Lucien…” you tried, but he cut you off.

“Lay down. I’m going to make you come.”

You did as he asked, though with a touch of hesitation. Lucien was quick to settle between your legs again. When you opened your mouth to try and talk him out of it one last time, he beat you to it.

“I am going to make you come,” he repeated, even more firmly than the first time. And then he was licking a stripe up your folds, his hands holding you open for him to feast on.

You decided to just enjoy it, then. What else were you supposed to do when he flicked his tongue over your clit and gently rolled it between his lips? Your hand shot out to tangle in his fiery hair, and you sucked in a breath, feeling his low chuckle reverberate against your cunt.

He probed your entrance with a finger, and when you squirmed, he pushed it in and curled it, hitting that sweet spot that drew a groan from deep in your throat. And then you lost all sense of time and space as the fingers became two and his mouth latched onto your clit.

The pleasure was rising fast—faster than ever, now that you weren’t worrying about waiting for the perfect moment to fake your orgasm. Yet as you felt it approaching, the thought that maybe you should stop before it was too late lingered at the back of your mind.

“Lucien, I’m… I’m close,” you warned, your voice a breathless murmur.

“Then come for me, sunshine.” He looked up at you through his lashes, and his next words were a low, commanding growl. “Don’t you dare hold it back.”

When he thrust his fingers in deeper and curled them once more, you didn’t hold it back, and after so long without such an intense feeling, you were utterly overwhelmed by it. A loud cry broke free from you as your whole body shook while you squirted all over Lucien’s fingers and chin. He held you firm, still working you until you went limp, spent and panting. Only then did he pull back, and you blushed at the sight of his face covered in your release.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Lucien only smiled. “Don’t be. Don’t ever apologize for it.”

He climbed up your body, and you wrapped your arms around his neck out of instinct. As he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You weren’t sure how you felt about it.

“It was amazing, sunshine,” he murmured against your lips. “Hot, even.”

His words warmed your heart and a bit of the shame you had grown accustomed to began to melt away. If Lucien, your mate, found it hot… then maybe it wasn’t actually that bad after all.

“And to think that you've denied yourself so many orgasms because of it…” he went on. A smirk blossomed on his lips and a mischievous glint sparked in his russet eye. “Let me remedy that.”

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Hey Pretty Stranger

Summary: Kara always wanted to introduce her little sister, you, and Lena together due to the fact that she thinks you two would get along very well. There is finally a time when both you and Lena can make game night. Little does she or the rest of super-friends know that the two of you have already met, multiple times. 

A/n: Yes another BabyDanvers story, but y’all can’t deny that you wouldn’t want to be a Danvers and date the Goddess that is Lena Luthor. 

Warning: Secrecy 

Lena Luthor x Fem!Reader, Kara Danvers x Reader, Alex Danvers x Reader 

Word Count: 3099

A beam of sun and a grumble next to you, woke you up from your sleep. Your naked body tangled with another. Your arms wrapped around the woman’s pale but soft shoulders, as she laid on your breast. 

The brunette ran her hand up and down your torso, you didn’t know if she was awake or if she was doing it unconsciously. 

You sat at a bar just right out of National City. Your expedition in Peru didn’t end well, and here you were, home early and scribbling something on a napkin. 

“I don’t mean to spy but are you making a robot?”

“Exploration droid. Records what you find, holds various tools, hologram projector for those needed debriefs and maybe a healing drug if I can make it.” 

“And why are you telling me all this? Aren’t you afraid I might steal it?” 

“Definitely worth it, if a pretty stranger like you takes it. I should at least get one for free.”

You both smiled at each other, an obvious blush between the both of you. The silence was soon broken when a bartender stood in front of you two. 

“What can I get you ladies?” 

“Whiskey Sour, with bourbon whiskey.” You spoke in sync with the woman next to you before the two broke out into smiles again. 

Once the bartender prepared the drinks and moved to the next customers, the other decided to break the silence. 

“You drink a lot of Whiskey Sours after every expedition?” 

“Oh yes, nothing like whiskey after an adventure like Indy.” You joked. 

“I take it your adventures aren’t so, breathtaking?” 

“It’s not fun when you have a new crew every so often. And I haven’t seen friends or family in a year and a half.

“Well I’ll be happy to join your crew, need a break from city life anyways.” She sipped. “I’m-” 

“If it’s okay if we keep the names a secret?”

“Don’t want people knowing who you are?” She smirked.

“Well I don’t mind telling anyone my name but it keeps the whole mystery thing up. And people tend to judge based on the name. Someone always has something to say. Plus I would really like to know you from you and not anyone else.”

“I know how you feel.”

“And I won’t be tempted to Google you.” You smiled.

“So if family or work ever come up we’ll just get rid of the names too. Then you won’t be tempted to Google me.”

The two of you continued to flirt and talk till the morning, thus sparked a friendship between the CEO and the explorer.

It was never planned but the two met up every Friday for about a month. Each week spent with countless hours talking to each other. It didn’t get further beside talking and flirting but it was still worth it.

It was the third week in when things began to escalate a little.

“Hey pretty stranger,” you leaned against the counter top. “Hard whiskey today, hard day?”

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.”

“Try me.”

“Business partners turned down an offer mainly because I’m a woman and a Lu- because of my last name.”

“That sucks... aren’t you the CEO?”

“Just because I’m a CEO does not mean I can spend money willy nilly.”

“You did not just say willy nilly.” You chuckled, the brunette’s lips curled into a smile. “Well I think it’s cute. After you of course.”

“Can I get your number?” Your eyes widened at the abrupt question. “We already know each other’s fears and secrets, what is your number going to change? I promise I won’t Google it.” She raised eyebrows, no matter how many times she did that your breath would still get caught in your throat.

“You’re not going to let me live that down are you.”

“Nope.”

“If I give you my number, will you let me take you on a date?”

“Are you free tomorrow night?”

“That was a very fast answer,” You chucked as the paler woman blushed. “How about you give me your phone, contact app opened and I’ll put my number in.”

Lena called you the moment you gave her phone back. “I had to check if it was real.”

“Now it just means I have to pick up your calls if we’re continuing the nameless.”

You put her contact as ‘Pretty Stranger’ still not knowing each other’s name.

“I’ll text you the information by the end of tonight.” She got up and grabbed her bag.

“You’re leaving now?”

“I’ve got planning to do,” She kisses your cheek before she purposely swayed her hips and walked away.

“I thought I was asking her out on a date.” You mumbled to yourself.

~~~~~

Your jaw dropped at the black pantsuit that hugged her curves in the right places. She strutted towards you with a smirk on her face. Her fingertips ghostly touched your chin and closed your mouth.

“You’ll catch flies, darling.” Her eyes landed on the single purple rose you were holding. “Is that for me?”

“Oh uh, yeah.” You gave her the flower as the heat rose to your face.

“Reservation for Kieran Thorul, party of two?” The hostess called out.

“That’s us,” the businesswoman took your hand.

“Kieran Thorul?”

“Don’t get your hopes up, you won’t be able to Google that. Fake name.”

“What are you thinking about, pretty stranger?” The voice disrupted your thoughts.

“Thinking about how we met. Is it wrong that I know so much about you but I still don’t know your name?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Her smile reached up to her emerald eyes. “You’re a beautiful woman, and we’ve talked for a little more than a full day since we met.”

“Are you counting hours?”

“What can I do, I’m a scientist and a businesswoman. All we do is count numbers.”

Your phone rang on the nightstand beside you.

“Cool expedition?”

The scientist lifted herself off you so you could reach your phone. The two of you readjusted to fit in each other’s arms.

“My oldest sister, actually.” You answered the phone knowing Alex would continue to call unless you picked up.

‘What’s up?’

‘You’re needed at Kara’s tonight.’

‘Why did something happen?’ You sat up as your company also received a call.

‘No, we just miss you. We know your expedition didn’t go the way it was planned, so we gave you time. It’s been almost two years since we saw you.’

‘I love exploring, sis.’

‘Maybe you can explore with the D.E.O. We could use someone like you on recon missions.’

‘I don’t know, you know the whole agency thing isn’t my gig.’

‘Think about it alright. Sister night tonight.’

‘Yeah, okay I’ll see you there.’

You and Lena ended the call around the same time.

“My sister reminded me of a family gathering I forgot about.”

“I’m needed at my friend’s place.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just nervous. It’s the first time in a while I’m hanging out with the group again.”

“Feel free to call me if you need to.”

You climbed up the stairs towards Kara’s place. You could feel your sister’s excitement when you reached her floor. Mainly because she ran down the hall just to hug you. The blond lifted you off the ground while the red haired stayed at the door.

“Not going to greet your baby sister?” You teased while you walked towards Kara’s place as Kara clung to your arm.

“No I will, just after this puppy moves away.” Alex forcefully pulled Kara off your arms.

“I want to show you something, we’re gonna keep this on the down side cause it’s not exactly finished.”

“You stole something?” Kara grasped.

“You have to tell me everything!” Alex jumped.

“I did not steal it, I made it.” You pulled out the napkin and placed it on the table.

“Wait hold up,” Alex took the napkin to inspect it. You thought she was admiring the droid blueprints but you were wrong. “Is that lipstick?”

“It was nice meeting you,” Kara read.

The two looked up at you and began to tease you. Kara with her big smile and Alex with raising both her eyebrows.

“Are you just going to ignore the droid?”

“Uh yeah! The droid can wait! Whose lipstick is this!” Kara beamed.

“More importantly did you get her number,” Alex smirked.

“She helped with the schematics.” You rubbed your neck.

“Her heart rate is up,” Kara mumbled before Alex pounced. You dodged and ran around before Kara tackled you.

Alex tilted your head up and gave you a cheeky smile.

“Is that a hickey?” Kara smiled.

“So something good did come from the expedition,” Alex smacked your shoulder.

“Get off me and I’ll tell you,” you lied, but it did get Kara and Alex off you.

The moment you stood up your phone rang on the counter. The three of you raced towards it, it wasn’t fair that Kara had super speed.

“Ooh Pretty Stranger! Alex catch!” Kara threw your phone towards Alex.

“Alex give it back, I’ll tell you about it after the call.” You asked slowly.

Alex tossed you your phone as you answered and walked towards Kara’s room. “Don’t eavesdrop!” You pointed at the two. “I’m serious.”

‘Hey.”

‘Is everything alright?’

‘My sisters are being ASSHOLES,’ you said loud enough so they could hear without super hearing.

You smiled at the chuckle on the other line.

‘I’m really nervous about seeing everyone again.’

‘If it makes you feel any better, I was going to show my sister the exploration droid and they saw your lipstick mark. And apparently I have a hickey on my neck.’

‘That sounds fun,’ you heard the smirk.

‘I was tackled by my sisters, not that fun. And if anything your friends should be nervous seeing you again. Who wouldn’t be, knowing they would see a goddess again.’

‘Is that why you were catching flies yesterday?’ She teased.

‘Guilty, but I recall you kissed me first.’

‘You were the one who showed your sisters the lipstick mark.’

‘I showed them the droid not the mark.’

‘This conversation definitely brought up my mood.’

‘Whenever I talk to you, that’s all that happens. I can’t stop smiling, and everything seems to just go away.’

‘It’s the same for me when I talk to you.’

“STOP FLIRTING AND GET OUT HERE!” Alex pounded on the door.

‘Seems like you are needed.’

‘If you ever need a breather, feel free to step out and call me. Your friends will understand if you need a breather.’

‘Okay I’ll call you later. I think you better go before someone breaks down that door of yours.

‘Bye, I’ll see you soon.’

You returned to the living room with J’onn and three new faces.

“You’re done with flirting great,” Alex dragged you to the kitchen.

“Kelly this is my baby sister (Y/n), (Y/n) this is my girlfriend Kelly.”

“Hi nice to meet you.” The dark skinned lady waved.

“Is Alex treating you okay? Do I need to beat her up?”

“Oh please, like you can.”

“You’ll be surprised.”

“I don’t mean to intrude on sisterly rivalry, but I’m Nia, I work with Kara at Catco.”

“(Y/n), the one turning down Alex’s job offer.”

“I calculate a 94% chance of you enjoying working with Director Danvers at the D.E.O. I’m Brainy 12th level intellect.”

“The other 6% is Alex yelling at me to do something.”

“That’s exactly it, I like this one.” Brainy smiled at Alex.

You pulled on Alex’s collar while everyone else headed towards the living room.

“I thought you said it was sister night?”

“If I told you it was game night would you have came?”

“No.”

“Exactly my point.”

It wasn’t game night unless Monopoly was in play. You groaned, you were never good at this game. But Monopoly Deal is different from Monopoly, in the sense that there is no paper money, plastic houses or hotels, the board or game pieces just the cards.

Two games were played before Trivia Pursuit was played. Brainy won the first round and you didn’t even know you won the second round with everyone sharing their day’s experience. When it came to geography and history it was easy, and after several rounds you needed one last piece to win and that was in the category of entertainment. Let’s just say because you spent your free time in the jungle you didn’t get the entertainment piece, and Brainy won.

Alex threw her pieces on the table, stomping to the kitchen to fill her glass.There was a knock at the door a little over an hour from the start of game night.

You were getting along with Kara’s and Alex’s friends, especially Kelly. That maybe had something to do with Kelly being a peoples person. Despite the interaction with the ‘pretty stranger’ you didn’t really like to interact with people you didn’t know, well actually you didn’t know how to interact with Kara’s and Alex’s friends. There was this certain expectation from them that you could live up to. J’onn recognized your tense shoulders and gave them a squeeze before you jumped up and headed towards the door behind Kara.

“Lena! It’s good to see you!” Kara hugged the brunette.

When they separated you made eye contact with her. You both froze, you could feel your heart pound while your cheeks heated up. Your breath once again caught, and she was only in jeans and a sweater this time.

“Lena, this is baby Danvers, (Y/n).”

“Hi...” you continued to stare until Kara cleared her throat. “I-uh would you like a drink?” You asked.

“After you get your drink, you can join us for Uno.”

You moved to the counter with Lena beside you.

“So (Y/n) Danvers huh. Would’ve never guessed that.”

“You’re Lena Luthor.”

“I hope that doesn’t change anything.”

“No! You’re incredible. I- oh my god I had sex with Lena Luthor!” You harshly whispered the last part.

“Well don’t tell the whole world now,” Lena smirked before she took the drink for your hands and walked towards the living room.

“(Y/n/n), are you gonna tell us about this pretty stranger?” Alex asked.

You glared at Alex while Lena smirked. You knew the Luthor had something planned, she always did.

“Pretty Stranger?” Lena raised her eyebrows.

“I met her at the bar. We talked for a whole day. She asked for my number. I asked her out. She arranged the date. She kissed me and I escalated things. Never got her name, we agreed to keep it a mystery so other people’s opinions wouldn’t affect how we think of each other.”

J’onn had a smug grin on his face as if he knew who it was. Honestly who are you fooling J’onn can read minds of course he knows.

“So you got her number, but you didn’t get her name? Can’t you just call her at the worst time possible and wait for her voicemail?” Alex sipped on her wine.

“Yes, Alex!” You said passively. “Why do you think I raced towards my phone earlier?”

“Because you didn’t want us to see it?” Alex shrugged.

You leaned back against the couch from the floor, near Lena’s legs.

“I’m in a screw it mood,” Alex stood up and walked towards the counter with all the phones.

“Alex, don’t do it.” Kelly sighed.

“What are you doing?” Your eyes widened.

Alex didn’t answer as she grabbed your phone and pressed on the home button. She frowned when your phone didn’t unlock.

“Did you delete my fingerprint?” Alex looked back at you.

“For this reason exactly. And before you ask Kara for hers, I deleted it too.”

“Hey! What did I do?” The Danvers crinkle obvious between her eyes.

“You always go through my phone, for my safety. I can take care of myself.”

Kara and Alex looked at you at the same time. Everyone knew the looks they were giving and parted like the Red Sea. You immediately stood up and braced for anything they might pull. Lena amused with the whole situation.

You were no match for the Director of the D.E.O or Supergirl. Kara sat on your back. Alex tried to pry open your hands, until she had Kara open it. Once your phone was unlocked they got up.

“You guys are annoying big sisters,” you huffed.

“It’s part of the job description,” Alex scrolled through your contacts.

“Plus you love us.” Kara smiled.

You glared at Lena while she shrugged, not really affected by the fact that her friends would catch her out. Alex called the number and waited a few seconds, the room had already quieted down in anticipation. But it amplified with a ringing at the other end of the room.

“Oh that might be a business partner.” Lena went to grab her phone. She answered the call and ended it immediately, then placed it against her ear as if she was talking to someone.

Alex wasn’t going to give up just yet, she called once again. Lena’s phone rang again which gave Superfriends a questioning look.

“I thought you were already on a call Lena?” Brainy asked.

Alex seemed to have connected the dots immediately as she stared at you and pulled out her own phone. She copied the pretty stranger’s number into her phone only for Lena’s contact to pop up.

“Wait when did you have time to go to the bar?” Alex asked Lena.

“What are you talking about,Alex?” Kara asked.

Nia made a happy face behind Alex’s back. Kelly gasped in happiness for Lena. J’onn didn’t say anything while Brainy and Kara were still trying to figure out what happened.

“Well now that the secret is out, I’ll just like to point out that you’re underestimating your sister’s strength to pin someone down or get out of one.” Lena teased.

You turned red, jumped up to grab your phone from Alex and walked towards Lena. “Hey can I talk to you, pretty stranger.” You called her out through gritted teeth.

You pulled Lena past the living room onto the fire escape and closed the door behind you.

“I did not see that coming,” Kara laughed before the rest of the Superfriends joined her.

“Let’s continue the game!” Nia grabbed her cards that she switched for all wild cards while no one was looking.

“Yeah hold up,” Alex walked towards the fire escape and opened the door. “Hey pretty stranger! Get your lips off my sister!”

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All the horrible questions (from the one dude who forgot his tumblr password fml)

Not sure if this is Taeman or Jae or maybe some other dude that’s in the same boat as those two but here we go--- Hope you remember your password man

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Yes.  02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? Probably Lu or @blueskybaek 03: Do you regret anything? A few things but at the end of the day I am glad for all the things good and bad that I had encountered so far because they brought me and shaped me into who I am today. 04: Are you insecure? I am quite confident in general but we all have our moments 05: What is your relationship status? Spoiling @frczenpcetry rotten 24/7 06: How do you want to die? Okay I have been told I am weird for this one because I got asked this before and my answer is always the same (and apparently strange) but here it is: Drowning.  07: What did you last eat? A milkshake?? 08: Played any sports? Bowling, swimming, dancing??, basketball back in high school 09: Do you bite your nails? Nope 10: When was your last physical fight? A month or so ago? 11: Do you like someone? I do. 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? Lol yes 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? Yes 14: Do you miss someone? Yes 15: Have any pets? Yep. 3 cats and counting 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? Worn-out and ready to sleep 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? Yep 18: Are you scared of spiders? Nope 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Yes. Not to change anything but to spend more time with my dad. 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? In bed I think? Snogged tho-- 21: What are your plans for this weekend? Hopefully relax 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? I am collecting them already-- Honestly tho I do love kids and despite not thinking of myself as decent parent material I would definitely try my best. Let’s try out one and take it from there--- 23: Do you have piercings? How many? Oh man... 3 in my left ear 2 in my right ear, I use to have a tongue one too but haven’t wore it in so long it needs probably redone.. 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? Music, Physics, PE lol 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? Duh 26: What are you craving right now? Sleep possibly a holiday 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? Not intentionately.  28: Have you ever been cheated on? No 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Yes 30: What’s irritating you right now? Myself lol 31: Does somebody love you? Yes 32: What is your favourite color? Red 33: Do you have trust issues? Yep 34: Who/what was your last dream about? Drowning 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? Luhan orz  36: Do you give out second chances too easily? Not really. Depends on the situation I guess..Seeing how I have anger issues I tend to need a long time to calm down and analyse things with a cool mind and maybe even longer to consider second chances... 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? To forgive 38: Is this year the best year of your life? Even just being better than last year would be perfect to me. I guess we will see. So far it’s looking promising. 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? I was in kindergarten oh my god I also came home and thought that meant that we are married now. My mom laughed so hard 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? Not outside per se but I once ended up locked on a balcony while completely naked lol 51: Favourite food? Ice cream & my mom’s cooking 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Sometimes. I also believe we make our own luck. 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? Had a meaningful conversation 54: Is cheating ever okay? Cheating is so unnecessary I cannot even stress enough. You are attracted to someone else to the point that you would endanger the relationship you have then just break up with the person and do what you want. Going behind someone who cares for you’s back is a cowardly and shitty thing to do.  55: Are you mean? I can be. 56: How many people have you fist fought? Lately not so many... 57: Do you believe in true love? Hm 58: Favourite weather? Sunny spring days 59: Do you like the snow? Yep 60: Do you wanna get married? No thanks 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? I am a fan of babe more but yeah  62: What makes you happy? Ice cream, my family, my friends, my cats, a certain shortcake, sleep, Bro nights with @quixoticstxrs 63: Would you change your name? No??? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? Not at all seeing that he sleeps right next to me 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Reject her because I wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship.  66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?  YES @l0vedheart 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? Siyeon 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Luhan 69: Do you believe in soulmates? I believe in two people who complement each other and work well as a team.  70: Is there anyone you would die for? My fam.

[hummingluke]

among us

pairing: luke/ashton content warnings: major character death, blood, swearing word count: 2.9k

a/n: i finally wrote a thing! the among us au that absolutely no one asked for. it’s pretty dark and def not for everyone so no pressure to read at all, but if you do please please let me know what you think!

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They’ve only been on Polus for two weeks. Two weeks, and already their crew of ten has dwindled down to four. When they’d first landed, and stepped off the dropship into the icy, biting air of the barely-habitable planet, the energy among the crew had been wary but overall positive. It’s no secret that Polus is the most dangerous base - a favourite haunt for impostors given its distance from other MIRA colonies and its general dark and dreary environment - but many of the crew were new recruits, excited to be visiting their first faraway planet and eager to conduct their research. The fact that an incident hasn’t occurred on Polus in a few months is a good sign, to them: a sign that maybe things are taking a turn for the better. They should have known it was only a matter of time.

The most recent death had been two days ago, and tensions had been thick among the remaining crew since. The meeting following the discovery of the body had been hours long as the last four argued over who could be an impostor. Luke had spent most of the meeting slumped in his chair, dread clutching at his heart as the very real possibility that none of them would ever make it off this damned planet began to sink in. Michael and Ashton’s voices had been hoarse from all the yelling by the end of it, and Calum seemed to be the only one satisfied with the final decision that no one would get thrown into the lava pit. It had only made Michael more suspicious of him, but Luke knows better. He’d seen the pain on Calum’s face when, a week ago, they’d thrown one of their own crewmates into the pit - a crewmate who’d turned out to be innocent, after all. Calum might seem stoic, but Luke can tell he has a gentle soul.

None of them had known each other before being sent on this mission, but spending two weeks trapped on a frozen planet with less than a dozen colleagues and a killer on the loose tended to provide for some rapid and intense bonding. Up until the most recent death, Calum and Michael had been two peas in a pod, often partnering up to complete their daily tasks and spending all of their free time together. Now that potential suspects are narrowing down, and with Calum’s general habit of not speaking unless spoken to, Michael has completely detached himself from his former friend. It makes Luke sad to see what seemed like such a strong bond break so quickly, but he doesn’t think it actually has anything to do with Calum himself. Michael’s paranoid of everyone, now, as evidenced by the way he’s watching Luke from the office doorway as Luke pours two mugs of stale coffee.

“Do you want me to pour you one?” Luke asks, attempting to ignore the scowl on Michael’s face. Michael doesn’t reply, instead giving Luke a once-over before walking away with a huff.

Luke clenches his jaw as he looks back down at the cups of swirling black sludge. He hates this. They’re scheduled to be on Polus for another month and a half, but more and more he finds himself hoping it’s over sooner than that, because he can’t stand the fear and distrust permeating every space on the base. He just wants to leave this hell, and he’s starting to care less and less whether that happens via the dropship, or a quick fall into the lava pit.

Luke dumps cream and sugar into one of the mugs until the coffee is almost as pale as him, and emitting a sickly sweet aroma, then he puts on his helmet and heads outside to the O2 building.

As Calum and Michael’s friendship developed (and then shattered) Luke himself had grown close with Ashton, the most experienced member of their crew and one impostor-survival story away from becoming somewhat of a legend at MIRA. None of them knew each other before, but everyone knows of Ashton. Luke’s known from the beginning that if he was going to survive this mission, Ashton would be the one to befriend. He was strong, and intelligent, and had a disarming stare that made other crewmates swear that he could tell whether someone was an impostor just by looking at them. Luke knows that isn’t possible, but the man certainly does seem to be a good judge of character. Well, fairly good.

Ashton’s working in O2 all day today. There had been some odd anomalies with the tree last night, and he’s spent most of the morning sitting at its roots, hunched over his tablet as he examines the data. It was how Luke had left him an hour ago when he popped in to change the oxygen canisters, and it’s how he found him now, tiny crease in his brow, though he looks more focused than confused.

“I brought you some coffee,” Luke speaks up softly from the doorway, not wanting to startle Ashton. “Thought you could use a break.”

Ashton’s small frown dissolves into a warm smile as he looks up at Luke. He sets his tablet aside with a sigh and holds his hand out, but when Luke hands him the mug, still steaming despite the trip outside in below-freezing temperatures, he sets that down as well and extends his hand once more. 

“Sit with me?” he asks, and Luke blushes ever so slightly as he takes Ashton’s hand and allows himself to be guided to a spot on the floor clear of roots and wires.

“How’s it going?” he asks as Ashton takes a sip and hums in satisfaction. Ashton’s the only person on the crew who actually likes the coffee here, and for the first few days Michael had liked to joke about how that must mean he’s an impostor.

“Well, I’ve ruled out sabotage,” Ashton replies, looking over at the tree as if it might suddenly decide to reveal its secrets. As senior researcher, Ashton is solely in charge of monitoring the tree, and Luke admires how much he takes his duties to heart. Everyone understands the work MIRA is doing is important, but Luke has never met someone as passionate about it as Ashton. “My best guess is that something flew by that upset the energy field. Probably an asteroid. With only four people, it’s getting harder to keep them away.”

It sounds to Luke like this is something to be concerned about, but Ashton seems unfazed as he takes another sip of his coffee, his thumb tracing the back of Luke’s hand where it rests on his knee, their fingers still intertwined. Ashton always appears unfazed, though. Apart from his screaming match with Michael the other day, he’s well-composed, carefully observant, and the voice of reason. Luke supposes that’s just what happens when you survive a dozen impostor attacks - if they don’t drive you insane, that is.

“Should we be worried?”

“The tree will be fine,” Ashton turns to Luke with that same smile that seems to be reserved just for him, and Luke’s stomach flutters, though he’s not sure if it’s from Ashton’s gaze, or his carefully-chosen words. He looks down at their hands, and when he gives Ashton’s a slight squeeze, Ashton squeezes back. “Hey, you’re safe with me, Lu. You know that, right?”

Luke nods. He wishes that Ashton would say more, would promise him that they’ll make it off this stupid base alive, but he knows better. Ashton doesn’t lie, and he doesn’t make promises he can’t keep.

“Michael won’t stop glaring at me,” he mumbles, toying with the strap of his helmet with his free hand. “He’s making me nervous.”

“Michael’s fine. He’s just nervous, himself. We all are.”

“You’re not.”

“I’m always nervous.”

“You don’t seem nervous.”

“It’s not so bad when I’m around you.”

“Oh.”

It’s the closest either of them has come to actually acknowledging the feelings they’ve been dancing around for the past two weeks. What had started as soft smiles and fond glances, a brush of a hip here or there, has slowly graduated to hand-holding in their moments alone. Relationships are almost impossible in this line of work, and Luke has never been in one himself, so it’s all kind of a big deal to him, and he’s grateful that Ashton seems perfectly content to let him set the pace for whatever this is between them. Luke doesn’t really plan on letting it go much further, though. When this mission is over, they’ll leave this little bubble they’ve pulled over themselves, and go their separate ways, on to another mission, on another planet. They might not even cross paths ever again. MIRA is a big company, and the galaxy they operate in is even bigger.

Never really one for words, Luke’s not sure how else to respond to Ashton’s confession. He takes Ashton’s hand in both of his, plays with his fingers, and hopes Ashton understands it as the reciprocation it is.

They find Michael’s body the next morning. It’s a sloppy job, his throat slit right outside the sleep quarters, in full view of the security cameras. Luke almost throws up in his helmet as Calum, face devoid of any emotion, gently picks up the corpse, and Michael’s head rolls, a bit of blood trickling out from the gash in his neck.

“He’s still warm,” is all Calum says, before standing up and making his way towards the lava pit.

Luke shares a look with Ashton, then the other man bends down to pick up Michael’s discarded helmet. The collar is ripped and soaked in blood, the visor cracked. Ashton stares at it for a moment, expression unreadable, before following Calum to the pit. Watching them dump the body is the last thing Luke wants to do, but his feet pull him forward without a second thought, following after Ashton like a lost puppy.

It’s as unceremonious as the other five times they’ve had to do this. Calum hesitates for longer this time, kneeling at the edge of the pit, clutching Michael’s body, and for a moment Luke thinks he might just launch the both of them over the edge. When Ashton approaches him and rests a hand on his shoulder, Calum seems to be pulled from a daze. He rests his forehead against Michael’s for a moment, then slowly lets go. Michael’s body rolls out of his grip and over the cliff’s edge. Luke flinches at the dull thud and subsequent roar as flames immediately consume the corpse. Ashton adds Michael’s helmet to the row next to the pit, a tribute to their fallen crewmates. For most, it’s the only thing left of them at all, the only way they’ll ever be remembered.

It’s mandatory procedure to hold a meeting after a body is discovered. Luke’s as sullen as he was during the last meeting, but this time Calum and Ashton are the same. Nobody speaks for a good ten minutes. They all just stare at the table, undoubtedly thinking the exact same thing: there’s only three of them left, and someone at this table killed a person less than an hour ago.

Calum’s the first to move.

“I can’t fucking do this again,” he grunts, standing up from the table so quickly that his chair falls back. “I can’t- I’m going to check on my samples. I can’t do this right now.”

Ashton looks just as surprised as Luke feels as Calum walks out of the office. They turn to each other, an entire conversation taking place between them without either saying a word, until Luke shakes his head in denial.

“No, he wouldn’t.” He wishes he sounded more convinced. “He couldn’t. Not Michael.”

Calum wouldn’t hurt a fly. Well, he did one time, accidentally; he stepped on a bug in the lab with his massive boots and then stressed about it for days afterwards. He could never do it intentionally, though, right? He was quiet, but he was a good colleague. A good person. Not a killer. At the very least, he could never do... that, to Michael.

“I can’t believe it either, Lu, but who else could it be? Me?”

“No.” Luke has never been more certain of anything in his life.

“You?” Ashton asks, inevitably. Luke doesn’t even get a chance to open his mouth before Ashton answers for him. “No. So who’s left?”

Luke can’t accept that, yet, and so he racks his brain for a different answer. His eyes fill with tears of frustration and resignation.

“Well, what do we do now?” he finally asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“We keep doing what we always do,” Ashton replies, voice steady and sure. “We do our job. We stay together. We watch each other’s backs and we fucking make it to the end of the two months. We survive. And if we get the chance, we…”

Luke’s grateful that Ashton doesn’t finish the thought. Calum’s words from the meeting three days ago ring through his head, accompanied by a nagging feeling of guilt and shame.

“If we kill them, even to avenge, we’re no better than they are.”

“I don’t want to,” Luke murmurs. “I’m so tired of it, Ash. I can’t do it anymore.”

His vision is so blurry, he doesn’t realize Ashton’s reached out until his thumb runs along his cheekbone, collecting the tears under his eye before they can fall to the floor. He moves to grasp Luke’s chin, turning his head until Luke’s forced to look at Ashton, hazel eyes piercing his soul.

“You don’t have to, Lu.”

It’s so heavy, so final, that Luke wonders whether Ashton knows more than he’s letting on.

That evening, Luke slumps against the bathroom wall, watching Ashton get ready for bed. As the other man bends over the sink to rinse his face, Luke toys with the knife in the pocket of his jumpsuit, trying to work up the nerve to do what he has to do.

He’s known all along that it was only a matter of time before it came to this, but he’d hoped, he’d wished, foolishly, that he’d have more time. More time to think of a way out of this, for himself and for Ashton, maybe for the other crewmates. If not that, then at least more time to just feel. Years of working for - no, of being a slave to - the fringe group trying to take down MIRA meant years of wasted moments, of aborted feelings and almost-friendships, years of having the rug pulled out from under his feet every time he felt he was finally planted on solid ground. Luke hasn’t met someone like Ashton in so long, someone who makes him feel like he can finally breathe, who gives him hope for something more, and he just wants some fucking time. But, since when has he ever gotten what he wants?

He meets Ashton’s gaze through the polished metal sheet that acts as a mirror. The scratches and rust spots somewhat distort their faces from this distance, and make them both look much older than they are, though that could have more to do with the years of endless work and trauma they’ve both been through. 

Ashton smiles, and while it does reach his eyes, it’s a tired one. Luke swallows hard. Ashton turns off the tap, picks up his toiletry kit, and heads out of the bathroom, pausing with his hand hovered over the light switch. 

“You done in here?” he asks, and Luke hums.

“Was waiting for you.”

Ashton huffs an almost-laugh and shakes his head as he flicks off the light. 

“You’re a sweetheart.”

The compliment makes Luke’s stomach drop as he follows Ashton down the hall to his private quarters.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” he asks warily. “I’m scared of…y’know.”

“Of course you can.”

Luke sways in the doorway as Ashton turns his back to him once more, crouching down to open the small locker next to his bed. Luke grips the knife in his pocket, takes a deep breath, and counts to three. Killing has never come easy to him, but this is, by far, the hardest one yet.

Ashton shuts his locker and stands up, and when he turns back around, Luke has the knife pointing at his throat. One swipe, and Ashton will crumble to the floor, and then Luke can go kill Calum while he sleeps, and then he can leave this fucking planet and try and forget about the horrible, horrible things he’s done here, and go and do more horrible things somewhere else, because it never fucking ends, does it?

“Lu,” Ashton breathes, composed as ever. He’s not pleading, like the others did if Luke was slow enough to give them a chance to do so, and he doesn’t sound particularly surprised, either. He sounds...sad. Disappointed.

“I’m sorry.” Luke tastes hot, salty tears on his chapped lips. “I- I have to. They’ll kill me if I don’t, or worse.”

Ashton’s gaze flickers between Luke’s face and the knife, glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights as Luke’s hand shakes.

“You don’t have to, Luke,” Ashton repeats his words from earlier, confirming Luke’s suspicion that he already knew Luke was the impostor, perhaps all along.

Luke shakes his head roughly.

“I’m so sorry,” he hiccups. “I have orders.”

Ashton’s own eyes are hazy, and Luke knows it’s now or never, but he can’t bring himself to move, to take one more step forward and swipe the blade. He watches, frozen, as Ashton slowly closes one hand around his extended wrist, pushing down so the knife is no longer level with his throat. Ashton’s other hand comes up, and Luke hears the soft click before he actually sees the gun, pointed straight at his head.

“So do I.”

[pinkittwice]

LU Headcanons Galore

I got hit in the head and this was the result of the metaphorical lighting strike.

Which Link would be better around kids?

Not to say, who would make the best father. That’s not what I mean by that. I’m talking about a babysitter or at least who would be better to handle children in their general vicinity. This would tap into what kind they may be though.

I will explain.

1. Twilight

Kind of a no-brainer. He’s the go-to babysitter, as shown through his own game. He’s got it down to a T and the kids would love him and the stories he would tell and overall it’s a good call. You can’t go wrong with Twilight. He’s the most rounded out of everyone when it comes to taking care of children no matter the age. Babies? He’s changed diapers before and knows the ins and out of feeding them. Runaway toddlers? He’s chased goats before, what’s the difference? Bored children? He has a new game they can play. Older kids don’t want to listen? He’s dealt with Wild before, no means no. Twilight will be a good dad if he has the chance. 10/10 Best option to offer really.

2. Time

This man has too much dad energy anyway. He’s the one taking care and looking over the gremlins we know and love. Poor guy’s just tired but he loves them all the same. Not the mention he also grew up in a village of only children. So I’m sure he could just teach them all the games he knows and before they know it, it’s bed time. He’s a different person around the children than the group by all means. A little more open, a little more relaxed- it’s not like he’s walking down a path where monsters could jump out a any minute. The kids would love him too. But unlike Twilight, since Time doesn’t have as much experience watching over the kids, he would have some trouble finding a good groove and he’s not sure whether he would be too strict or not. Not too worry though- he’d be a good dad too.

3. Sky

Ah yes, the sky child. The mom friend, if you will. I believe he has a fondness for children anyway- so if the other two aren’t offering or simply can’t watch the kids for the night, he’ll gladly step in. Helping them feel better if (when) they get hurt, making them dinner, lunch, breakfast, telling them bedtime stories- you name it- he loves it. He wants to be a dad. He wants to be a dad so bad. He always gets excited at the idea that he could have children of his own running around and calling him papa. He’s done a lot to make sure that the future he molds would be safe enough for the generations ahead and if another part of that journey is jumping through space and time, he’ll do it. He is doing it actually. Unfortunately, he’s a bit of a push over when it comes to children. He can’t put his foot down for the life of him. He tries- oh how he tries- but his resolve crumbles in seconds. He’s the chosen hero of Hylia herself and has taken down Demise on his own just fine but... he just can’t say no.

4. Four (hah!)

He likes talking to kids and the kids trust him because he sees the world through their eyes (their words not mine). Four has some trouble getting them to listen to him when he tells them to do something because they take him as seriously as they would another kid. It doesn’t matter how many times his tells them he’s actually almost twenty- (a few years off but what difference does it make) the kids don’t believe him. Nothing in his adventure would have prepared him for that but he refuses to let it bother him. If they let him, he talks about the Picori and how only good children can see them and all the adventures he has had with them. His tactic is to distract the kids until mom or dad come back with stories and games- so bossing them around isn’t really necessary. All in all, everyone has fun and the kids would love to have him around again. But Four would feel a lot better if they had someone they would take seriously instead it’s a lot less work on his part and he’s not sure if his tricks would work twice. Not someone who should watch them by themselves unfortunately. Four occasionally entertains the idea of being a dad and he wouldn’t make a bad one either- he’s got the right balance between stern and flexible. But he’d rather be the fun uncle, he’s able to get away with more.

5. Warriors

He also has an affinity for children and arguably the has the second most experience in watching over them.Yes, I’m counting Young Link and Wind. It’s because of these two that he’s not any higher of on the list. Not to say that he can’t do it or that he isn’t willing... he’s just... hesitant. He holds himself up to a high standard but at the same time, lacks the confidence in himself to actually watch them, even if it’s for a little while. Young Link and Wind can take care of themselves just fine, he knows this, and they remind him constantly but he feels responsibly for them anyway. He tends to be a little stricter than necessary and his commander side comes out more often than not. He doesn’t do it on purpose but with Young Link and Wind always charging onto the battle field with all self preservation thrown away with wild abandon- he has a subconscious expectation for most children to do that and eventually get themselves hurt... or worse. And he can’t handle that. If he were to ever be a father one day, he might be even stricter with them than he was on the other two. He’ll remember himself as a child and of Young Link and Wind and be terrified of the thought of his own children being even remotely near danger. He’d love them immensely but over-protectiveness runs through his veins and his soldier side has been burned into his brain. He can’t help it.

6. Hyrule 

He’s actually a bit nervous around kids. He’s been by himself for so long that it took forever for him to open up to the others, let alone some strangers that all seem to be looking up to him, wanting his attention, asking him questions about his journey, thinking he’s cool and hey this ain’t so bad- WAIT NO DON’T DO THAT YOU’LL HURT YOURSELF! Luckily, he has his healing magic to take care of that, which sparks another round of questions and big wide eyes wanting to see him to do more things but he can’t use all his magic. He gets too tired too fast... and the kids are now doing other things... all the things they shouldn’t be doing! There’s too many of them! He’s so strung full of energy that he’s jumpy the whole time and expects some injuries to be worse than they really are. He likes kids- don’t get him wrong- but it’s a lot of anxiety on his shoulders that he would rather do without. He has trouble saying no and he finds himself running after them more often than not because they don’t seem to stay in one place and he’s... so nervous. It’s a mix between being too lax and not being taken seriously. He doesn’t want confrontation but really doesn’t want anything bad to happen while he’s in charge. Nothing gets done and something was surely broken in the mayhem but everyone is alive in the end at least. He’s a nice guy and like to help people but he’s probably not the best guy to pick no matter how much he hates to admit it. Kids are a lot and he can’t deal with them the same way he deals with monsters. He’s not even sure if they would like having him around, it’s not like he has any interesting stories or anything to tell. The kids would disagree with their dying breath (much to Hyrule’s horror) but Hyrule can’t look past his insecurities either. He’s not sure whether or not he wants to be a dad. Before he met the group, he didn’t even think it was possible for them to be married, or have a home for themselves... let alone have children of their own...One wouldn’t be so bad would it?

7. Wind 

Besides the fact that he’s the youngest, he also has a younger sister. It’s old hat for him to jump into older brother mode and do what has to be done. He knows what to do so no one gets hurt. However, it’s a bit chaotic because instead of taking charge, he’d probably start a raid with the kids as pirates in training. The sentence may sound like a fun imaginary game but no- he literally would take them all on a pirate ship and teach them everything he knows. Not to mention he swears like a sailor, pun intended. If he’s left in charge and alone with those kiddos, we’ve got a whole new pirate crew in the making. Whether or not the kids are into it depends on the region but even if he can make sure their alive and safe and happy at the end of the day, he wouldn’t be the greatest influence. He’s still young so having kids of his own isn’t even on his radar yet but if they that day were to come, he would be a different caretaker for sure than the older brother we see now. It’s hard to guess where he’d end up on the spectrum of fatherhood because he still has a lot of life to experience. But one thing is for certain, he’s very protective of what’s his. If he does have children, they would be in good hands- but for now.... best not.

8. Wild

Speaking of bad influences... He likes kids but he’s enough of a trouble maker himself that he might actually be the one to cause the danger to begin with. Not on purpose. Never on purpose. He just doesn’t use enough foresight to think- hey maybe don’t use the weapon near the kids no matter how cool they would think it is. Or hey- maybe don’t bring out the weapon at all. Keep in mind that Wild himself is usually in need of a babysitter so this is to be somewhat expected. As long as there is another adultier adult around then all is fine. Wild watches over the kids better if there is someone else to keep the energy calm anyway. It’s also him in case something gets to be too much for him and he needs a moment to himself. Like...if the children remind of a certain someone from his past and he’s thrown into a memory, for example. If the memory is about a little blond girl with blue eyes like his, he doesn’t talk about it. When Wild has calmed down, and things in his Hyrule are a little more stable, he wants to have a family of his own. He has no idea how that would come about but it’s a nice day dream that he thinks of, especially when sometimes... present and past nightmares become a little too much. He’d still want to explore and show the children everything the world has to offer, even if it means they travel away from home. He might not peg the right age for them to all travel together so it’s a bit more dangerous than intended but he loves telling stories and waits for the day to share all the pictures and memories he has on his Sheika Slate. Who knows? 

9. Legend 

He’s got the mouth of Wind, the nervousness of Hyrule and the strictness of Warriors. Not the most confident of combinations. More things end up broken than ever and Legend prays it was anything irreplaceable under the rubble. He didn’t think to keep his entire hoard of junk out of the reach and when he realized that something was afoot it was too late. Poor guy can’t handle it. At all. The kids reactions vary from being afraid of him to wanting to rile him up more and see what other fun toys he has in his never ending bag. He has no control over the situation and all of his cool has been lost. Someone else better take over at this point. He’s grumpy for the rest of the day... and maybe for longer depending on the damage. Kids... not for Legend. Nope. Let those who want to handle them, take care of it. It’s not like he asked for another job to begin with...they took his favorite ring for Hylia’s sake! He’ll never find that again!

[lucy-dont-give-a-fuck]

More toughts on Fem!Zuko/Usha AU Part 2

Check the part 1 here 

Now on the other point on interest, how Uncle Iroh’s masculinity affects Usha here.

First we have to talk about how Usha see man, marriage and submission. She is raised not as a possible heir but mostly to be betrothed an ally as she is considered non qualified as her sister that could have a chance to be the next firelord. She is trained on modals and households to be a good wife and, as I said before, diplomacy and politics to make this union the most profitable. She accepts her role and believes her marriage would be as her parents. We tend to emulate our parents for better or worse, most our relationships mirror our parents, so Usha probably accepted that marriages aren’t happy or loving, even more in royalty, you’ll be lucky if you marry someone who is apathic towards you. She accepts that men are violent, physically and psychologically, being Uncle Iroh, and probably Lu Ten, the exception to the rule. As long as she complies to Ozai’s standards and becomes useful she can may be loved. Again as she doesn’t want Azula to suffer from Ozai’s abuse she might think that is her duty as the firstborn and as princess to carry on with it as her mother did.

On a side note, Ozai’s burning her might be a new level of physical abuse, which could be one of the reasons why Usha feels the way she does, she has become accustomed to Ozai’s abuse and trying to not anger or disappoint him, she has learn more or less how to tip toe around so this is a physical proof that she has wronged her father that she has stepped out of line in a terrible way, it is in the end her fault.

So with all this information we can start theorize about her time before finding aang on the warship. I’m gonna use @kyuuley drabbles as a base because they are amazing and I think they illustrate very well what could have been Usha’s time on the ship. We can take three things out of them: 1) the first six months, give it or take, she behaved like a perfect little princess 2) She doesn’t seem afraid of the crew and 3) there are women on the ship.

We can theorize that this three connect and influence Usha’s behavior. First, we can say that the first six months she was on one hand still recovering emotionally and physically of her injuries and on the other she might have been testing the waters, she was out of her element, she had to adapt to her new normality and being instructed in diplomacy and politics, she probably was observing and waiting to learn what to do or how to act. During this observations she could have notice that the crew was easy going and even respectful of the women on board, that combined with her status could have make her feel, if not safe, in charge. 

Combined with her emotional state…poor crew.

Mentioning the last point again, the women, this is, in my opinion, VERY IMPORTANT, first because feminine contention and connection, don’t try to tell me these women wouldn’t go big sis/mother hen with her, don’t try. Feminine contention and connection is very important for women development, trust in another women and seeking knowledge in another women can be very positive. On their drabble Proper Education because of a situation, Satomi, one of the women on the ship, decides the princes has the right to learn about sex, having an EXCELLENT moment when Kyo, other of the women on it, ask if they have known or not about what they were doing. Not only this is an amazing resource and interesting point to make but can illustrate how the knowledge and support of an older woman can help on our development. Now Usha would understad what certain acts are and that she has to chose if engage in them or not, being easier for her to understand and defend herself against unwanted advances.

In fewer words, Usha feels safe and in charge on the ship and is contained and supported by the crew.

This could eventually lead to her realizing that earlier that her father was abusive and that her Uncle isn’t the exception but the rule or at least that there are more many men that treat their spouses and daughters with respect and kindness, that without counting that in certain places harming your spouse and children could get you in jail or beaten.

If we wanted to apply it to relationships, yes, I’m talking about Jetko because I like this ship, It could help her to establish boundaries and recognize abusive or manipulative behaviors. Basically she wouldn’t take shit and will establish what is okay or isn’t in her eyes. Wich could put Jet in line, so no stalker behavior, or very light. He will have to work hard to get the girl. And yes, hilarity ensues.

She would get into a crisis a bit earlier than in cannon, going through the process of mourning during the first season to finish it on season two, where she can establish herself on her new life without guilt or anger, freeing Appa by her own choice and conviction without breaking down or having this breaking point earlier on her journey.

The mourning process establish the following: 1) A crisis arise, 2) Negation, 3) Anger, 4) Negotiation, 5) Depression, 6) Acceptation and finally 7) Learning

1)     The crisis: Usha begins to realize her father’s abuse wasn’t right or normal and that she didn’t deserve it

2)     Negation: She can’t accept this fact so she focus on her training and searching for the Avatar.

3)     Anger: She doesn’t make any progress wich makes her angry and later directs her anger towards the gaang when aang wakes up.

4)     Negotiation: She starts to try negotiate between what she feels, what she knows, what she has been teach and what is right. Maybe this period starts after the blue spirit, reaching its peak when she ruins Zhao’s plans and saves the spirit and Yue.

5)     Depression: It could be trigger by the fight with Azula, here it could cut even more deeply. Now she not only becomes a traitor but has to bare with the harsh truth that her father can be wrong and that her sister will gleefully chase her. She still failed. Zuko/Usha Alone will be the pinnacle of this and the possible transition to the next point.

6)     Aceptance: Usha finally starts accepting and understanding that she was abused and that it wasn’t normal nor her fault. This could intertwine with her time in Ba Sing Se, living a new life.

7)     Learning: Once she accepts the reality of her father abuse and how his actions, and by consequently the war, are wrong, she starts to learn from her experiences and decide what to do, does she wants to get involved with the war or she prefers to hide and resign to her past? Maybe one of the actions that could determine her decision could be the liberation of Appa.

On another point, something that was mentioned on the Azula’s video was “the rescue parent”, a parental figure that comes to “save” the child of the situation they are in. To Zuko his rescue parent was obviously Iroh, which repeats on this AU. Azula doesn’t have a rescue parent on the series which could be an important point here, with Usha trying to reach Azula’s and rescue her, showing her another way of being driven by what she realized and by this more maternal feeling she could develop over her. Azula would most probably reject her intents, relating them to her mother and weakness, fear is power, love is weakness, the only one who loves her is her father, her mother thought she was a monster so Usha must do the same.

So yeah, this are a “few” thoughts I had over this AU. Please check Hello Future Me videos about ATLA because they are awesome, specially this two.

[earlybirds-atla-au]

Another prompt: How does the Blue Spirt go in this AU?

Some of my basic headcanons you ought to know for this one:

Fire Lady Ilah was a member of the Yu Yan Archers

Love Amongst the Dragons is the Fire Nation’s lesbian version of The Princess Bride, with a dragon emperor and empress and water spirit thrown in.

Ursa happily decided that yeah she would jump at the chance for a royal life and accepted Azulon/Ozai’s proposal without fuss. I tend to disregard most aspects of The Search but I do keep some of the worldbuilding it gave us.

“I say we bring in the Yu Yan Archers,” Zhao said, with all the bluster of an untested sixteen-year-old cadet growing up in a nationalistic society that believed themselves superior.

Jeong Jeong arched an eyebrow. “The Yu Yan Archers,” he repeated to Iroh.

“Hm,” said Iroh, and he sipped his tea.

“I’m certain they could take down an Airbender child easily, Avatar or not,” Zhao elaborated. “Their aim is legendary. They’ve proven themselves capable of hitting targets even in hurricane-force winds!”

“Mm-hm,” said Iroh, pouring more tea for himself and Ozai. Ozai glowered at the cup.

“They say Fire Lady Ilah could pin a parakeet-beetle to a tree at fifty paces without killing it.”

Jeong Jeong stifled a wince. He really had to work on his student’s tact.

Iroh hummed. “She could,” was all he had to say on the matter. Fire Lady Ilah, while not a sore subject per se, was still...well. One did not use her in a self-serving argument one was making to her sons, particularly the son whom she’d died giving birth to. Ozai had turned his glower from his teacup to Zhao. Zhao either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“So, we should call in the Yu Yan Archers,” Zhao said, with a decisive nod.

“A good idea, Cadet, but unfortunately one we cannot enact at this time,” Iroh said.

Zhao huffed. “Why not?” At Jeong Jeong’s look, he added, “My prince?”

“The Yu Yan archers are currently stationed in Nanyue. We were going to need their help with the upcoming campaign there, you see.”

Zhao opened his mouth - probably to tactlessly demand they recall the Yu Yan from Nanyue - but Ozai beat him to it. “I thought you’d deployed all the Nanyue Campaign forces to assist us against the Avatar, Brother.”

Iroh coughed. “Most of them, yes. But I decided it would be best if we left...a token few. To keep an eye on things.”

“To keep Father happy, you mean.”

“Cousin Jyoti is their acting captain,” Iroh said mildly. “I thought you might appreciate it if I kept her out of the way.”

Ozai’s hands twitched ever-so-slightly towards his cheeks as though to protect them before he firmly grasped his teacup. “You just don’t want her sharing her opinions on tea again,” he muttered.

Iroh’s lips were thin. “She’s entitled to her opinions, wrong though they may be.” He had another sip of tea.

~~~

“So don’t freak out guys, but you have to suck on these frogs.”

Bato really hoped that was the fever hallucinations talking, but then a frozen amphibian was shoved into his mouth. It...actually didn’t taste too bad. Maybe that was the fever hallucination talking. He started sucking, because it seemed the thing to do. Kya made a happy noise, so maybe that meant the frogs really did taste good.

“Aang,” Hakoda said around a mouthful of frog, “how was your trip? Did you make any new friends?”

Aang plopped onto Appa’s foreleg. “It was pretty uneventful. I met this nice herbalist lady in that academy, and her weird cat. This whole city’s mostly abandoned, but she refuses to leave while there’s still soldiers in the area who need her. Anyway, just keep sucking on those frogs and you guys should feel better soon.” Aang pitched his voice a bit so that it could be heard all throughout the abandoned hall they were camping in. “It’s the best we’ve got, since I don’t know how to heal with water. Or do anything with water. Except almost freeze my friends in a block of ice with myself for another hundred years!”

There was no answer to Aang’s passive-aggression. He sighed and rolled over on Appa’s leg.

The frog in Bato’s mouth started squirming. He wondered how his life had come to this.

~~~

“Captain Jyoti is requesting permission to what?”

Ursa ignored her soon-to-be-father-in-law’s ranting in the other room to focus on her soon-to-be-nephew. “Whoosa little cutie pie? Is it you? I think it’s you!”

Lu Ten’s mouth opened in a wide smile.

“No, absolutely not!” Azulon shouted. “I need someone competent to keep an eye on the situation in Nanyue! Just because the damn Trungs aren’t a priority anymore doesn’t mean I’m done with them!”

Ursa covered her face with her hands and peeked through a crack between her fingers. The smile dropped from Lu Ten’s face. She gave him a moment to process her absence before letting her hands fly open. “Peekaboo!”

Her not-quite nephew’s smile returned.

“I don’t care how much help the Yu Yan Archers might be against one Airbender! If the entire Fire Army cannot take him out, I doubt the Yu Yan could! I am saying that as someone who married into the clan, I know what they’re capable of!”

“Peekaboo!”

Lu Ten giggled.

“Peeeeeeeekaboo!”

Baby laughter truly was one of the purest noises in the world.

“Besides, I know my niece! She doesn’t want to help! She isn’t even after personal glory! She just wants to restart that argument she had with Iroh last summer solstice about whether or not herbal teas count as tea!”

“Peekaboo!”

Lu Ten’s laughter was lesser this time, though he was still smiling. He was becoming immune to the surprise, perhaps even gaining an understanding of object permanence. Well. That wouldn’t do.

“She told him chamomile is just daisy juice and now Iroh’s refused to talk to her for months. She’s just trying to corner him where he can’t ignore her!”

“Okay,” Ursa said, picking up a blue mask. Lu Ten tilted his head at it curiously. “Let’s kick peekaboo up a notch, hm?”

The toddler’s eyes just about bugged out of his skull when she lifted the mask to her face. And then he started crying.

“Oh, no!” Ursa said, quickly dropping the mask. “Look, it’s still me, see? Peekaboo! Peekaboo! Dangit, I’m sorry…”

“What’s going on here?” Janya asked, swooping over to the couch where they’d been playing. 

“I was just…” Ursa gestured helplessly at the mask.

Janya chuckled and picked up her son. Ursa pouted at the loss of the baby. “Are these from Love Amongst the Dragons?” Janya asked, looking at the masks Ursa had lying about.

“It’s my favorite!” Ursa grinned. “I thought, he’s too young to understand the book, so maybe he’d like the play masks better… But I guess not.”

Janya patted Lu Ten’s back until he stopped crying. He hid his little face in his mother’s shoulder, one little hand fisted in her collar. “Maybe you shouldn’t start out with the scary water demon mask.”

Ursa sighed. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”

“So no, Cadet Shino, you can go right back to your Captain Jyoti, and you tell my niece that she is to stay at her assigned post, refrain from instigating tea arguments with my son, and, if she is feeling particularly motivated to assist in the war effort, she can bring me the head of General Trung!”

“That’s quite the collection you have there,” Janya said, looking over the masks.

“I’m a lover of theatre,” Ursa said. “I was part of my hometown’s Thespian Society back on Hira’a! We weren’t the Ember Island Players, but we were pretty good!”

“Which General Trung? ANY OF THEM! I’M NOT BEING PICKY!”

“Oh!” Janya said, delighted. “Have you seen the Ember Island Players perform Love Amongst the Dragons? They’re quite stunning.”

“Not yet,” Ursa sighed. “Ozai said he’d take me, but, well…” She shrugged. Ozai getting shuffled off to “hunt for the Avatar” and now actually having to hunt for the Avatar had put a damper on their courtship. Hard to court someone who wasn’t there. Harder still to figure out which ports to address her letters to when the Avatar was proving to be a master of strategic maneuvering and no one knew where he’d go next.

“I’ll remind him,” Janya said. She looked back at the masks. There was the Dark Water Spirit, the Dragon Emperor, the Dragon Empress, the Rodent of Unusual Size, the Dread Pirate Ro Ba, the Shrieking Eel… “So have you ever worn any of these?”

Ursa smiled sweetly. “Not professionally.”

[rosegoldquintis]

T-shirt

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader                                                                

Word count: 1.5k (I haven't written this much in so long??)         

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, drunkness, swearing, me trying to write ‘angst’ and Luke being a D I C K, bad ending?

A/N: Based on T-shirt by gnash!!! This sucks but I haven’t posted in a while and idk what to do with this blog anymore gang.

Also here’s my MASTERLIST

Faded red, short sleeves

I can't forget the way you looked without your jeans on 

It's in my drawer and you're all I dream, so                                                       

I had to let you know you left it here with me

She couldn’t get the image out of her head. She tried and tried but nothing worked, so in the end she just gave up. He was still haunting her dreams and she was still deeply in love. He had just up and left one night when she confronted him about it.She had packed down everything that reminded her of Luke, everything except one shirt. It was a red button up which he loved seeding on Y/N. At first she didn’t remember why she left it hanging, so it wa soon forgotten. One day when she was cleaning out her closet which now seemed too big, she found it. It was hanging there, neatly beside her dresses and blouses.

“What are you doing to me Lu.” She said to herself as she held it in front of her. She picked up her phone and pressed the messages app, scrolled down and pressed the contact she was looking for. She started typing a message but before she pressed send she deleted all of it, closed the app and hung back the shirt.

It kills me to admit that I still want this bad

And I try to forget all the feelings I had

But each time that I look in my closet, I can't

'Cause I still got your t-shirt, do you want it back?

Sometimes Y/N would wear the shirt because she missed him, he was a big part of her life and she hated to admit it but she still loved him. Y/N had decided to get drunk on a Wednesday night because she was in pain. So here she was, after a couple of vodka shots and almost an entire bottle of wine, sitting in her closet and staring at that red fucking shirt. It had been almost a month since she found the red shirt hanging there. She would forget about the shirt and move on, but for the past week she found herself staring at the shirt. So tonight she grabbed her phone and looked through her contacts and when she came to the contact that read Lu❤️ she pressed call, after a few dial tones someone answered, the only problem was that it wasn’t her Luke who answered;

“Hello?” A woman's voice said

“Is Luke there?” Y/N whispered in a small voice.

“Who is this?” The woman asked, clearly very confused to why someone would call her lover at 1am.  

“Can you just give him the fucking phone.” Y/N spat, not understanding why she had to explain herself.

“Tell me who you are and I’ll tell him that you cal-” Before the woman could finish her sentence Y/N hung up. Around 20 minutes later her phone vibrated on the floor next to her, she looked down and unlocked her phone.

‘Why did you call Y/N?’ the text read

'Cause I still got your shirt, do you want it back?’

--

I gave you love and all you did was leave first

Then you told me that I shouldn't be hurt

I tried to hide it, but it couldn't be worse

You broke my heart and all I got was this t-shirt

Something 'bout the way I love you seems cursed

But I've learned karma tends to be a b-word

So, I hope you get everything you deserve

You broke my heart and all I got was this t-shirt

Y/N never feel out of love with Luke, but when she caught him cheating she understood that he had fallen out of love with her. At first he didn’t know that Y/N had caught him in the act, so he pretended that everything was the same, which wasn’t very hard since he had done that for almost 6 months.

One night when they were sat on the sofa in Y/N small flat she looked at the love of her life and accidently said; “How Long Lu?” Luke looked away from the TV and looked at his girlfriend.

“What do you mean baby?” Even when those words left his pretty lips he knew deep down what she meant.

“How long have you been cheating on me?” Luke’s body stiffened at those words and so many questions filled his head, like how long had she known and why she didn’t say anything until now.

“You shouldn’t be hurt you know.” He said, that made Y/N furious. How could she not be hurt? She had left almost everything behind just so she could be with the man in front of her.

“I think I'm going to go now Y/N.”

Those were the last words he said to her before he left her flat.

For the next days Y/N wandered around her flat, picking up things that he had left behind, putting gifts in boxes and she even threw away some things. When all his things were organized in a box she grabbed a black marker and in big letters she wrote ‘SOMETHING ABOUT THE WAY I LOVE YOU SEEMS CURSED, BUT I’VE LEARNED KARMA TENDS TO BE A BITCH. SO I HOPE YOU GET EVERYTHING YOU DESERVE’  The box was later shoved into a closet and soon forgotten about.

--

I'd burn it in a fire if I didn't know the smell

I'd bury it six feet deep if that would help

I'd hold onto it longer, but you don't like being held

So, I'd really like to see you so that maybe I could tell you

I gave you love and all you did was leave first

Then you told me that I shouldn't be hurt

I tried to hide it, but it couldn't be worse

She tried to get rid of the shirt so many times but she was never able to fully commit. In the end of their relationship Luke seemed to avoid Y/N at all costs. She thought that she had done something to upset him but that was clearly not the case. A week after they had broke up Y/N tried to call him a couple of times, she even texted him, she needed to see him and talk to him. It’s so hard to just let someone go after spending so much together.

But he didn’t want to be around her anymore, he wanted to be with everyone but her. Over the years Y/N had became good friends with the rest of the boys in the band but they seemed to avoid her as well.

Y/N had never been a petty person but she still went and did the last thing she thought she’d do. It was a saturday evening at around 9pm, the sun would soon start setting for the night and she had downed a few drinks because alcohol was her only source of comfort right now. She put on the red button up that had been hanging in her closet, she sat down in front of her big mirror that she had in her living room, she snapped a few good photos and before she could really process what was going on she had posted it on her instagram.

The picture had a warm glow from the setting sun and you could see that she was wearing the red shirt. The caption she chose to have with the photo took the price, it read;

“Then you told me that I shouldn't be hurt, I tried to hide it, but it couldn't be worse”

As soon as the comments came flooding in she turned them off, a while later she made her account private and around 2 days later she deleted her account. The only social medias she kept was her snapchat and her blog, she also kept her twitter but deleted the app from her phone.

You broke my heart and all I got was this t-shirt

Something 'bout the way I love you seems cursed

But I've learned karma tends to be a b-word

So, I hope you get everything you deserve

You broke my heart and all I got was this t-shirt

“Hi Lu, so uh. it’s me again, so i know that you’re probably just deleting these but.” She paused and hiccuped a couple of times.

“I just had to let you know that i still love you very much. but you should know that you’re probably cursed. Because all you did hurt me. A lot” She took a few deep breaths as the tears started to roll down her cheeks.

“So know that i love you very much but please keep in mind that karma is a bitch so i hope you get everything you deserve you pathetic idiot.” She looked at her closet and for the last time she took a few deep breaths and said:      “You broke my heart into a million pieces and all i got was your stupid fucking shirt.” Then she hung up her phone and threw it on the bed beside her. And for the first time in two months she let herself cry.

Tagging some cool people: @panimation @notexactlylegal @lilbabycalum @glitterprincelu @benhardymazzello @softforcal @mathildahilda @perriwiinkle @babyplutoszx2

[aparticularbandit]

Current State of Bandit Fic

The last official one of these was in May, and then the last other update of a general updating schedule magnitude was in July, so...it’s been a while, so it’s time for another one of these, I think.

Under the cut because I know these tend to get long and not everyone wants to read all of it and apologies to mobile users because I don’t think the cut works for y’all.  Sorry!

plans for the rest of the year in terms of updates:

I’ve updated my word count this month to 1.5k daily instead of 1k daily and then plan to up it to 2k daily during Nanowrimo - and then if that’s able to hold, I’m hoping to keep that daily 2k up during December (but with the holidays, who knows).

I really like doing those polls before the Monday updates to see what y’all want and then posting that - and I think, with the variations in what I have in backlog, that maybe works better until I have a bunch of backlog for a bunch of different projects (like how I had Carla finished and had Luisa and the Fox finished and so was really just alternating new writing in between ... was it maybe once a month?) - so I think, come November, I’ll probably do that again.  That way I’m updating projects I have stuff written for and don’t feel constrained to projects I don’t have written updates for and might feel constrained trying to write updates.

October is still Kiss Prompts Month - I do have fall prompts, too, but other than one, they’re unfinished and probably won’t get posted until November.

October Monday updates will also continue to be for Luisa and the Wolf because that is your spoopy Halloween holiday fic.  Huzzah.

November is Nanowrimo, but given the writing this month, I should be okay in terms of keeping up the Monday schedule.

I have:

one (1) chapter of Falling

two (2) chapters of Aftershocks

one (1) fall prompt

two (2) chapters of Bitches Get Glitches

potentially three if i split that third chapter up into two chapters, which i’m still seriously considering doing.

Those should cover the four Monday updates in November if I don’t write other stuff for them.

My focus for the rest of the year in terms of finishing something is to finish the rough draft of the first book of the Roisa HP AU.  That’s the book I’m planning to focus on during Nanowrimo, and hopefully I’ll be able to get the rough done so that I can get the first book to y’all sometime next year.

Roisa Secret Santa is a thing!  I’m organizing that and I hope that goes off really well!

I may do Christmas or holiday prompts in December - because I really like having short little prompts to work on when I don’t want to dive into a deeper chapter - something short to write instead of something longer is oddly nice - so we’ll see about that.

I also want to finish one of the Christmas fics I started last year, but it’s not good in terms of word count - like...you’ll understand if I post it - but that’s...a high priority.

Other than that, I don’t know what the Monday updates in December will be, but we can cross that bridge when we get there.

general fic updates (aka - i mostly stop using capital letters for whatever reason):

posted but incomplete fics:

if you lived here, you’d be home now:

no one’s asked but it’s been months since an update and it’s not that i don’t want to update, it’s that it’s been long enough that i feel i should finish a reread of what’s posted before starting the next chapter and i keep dragging my feet on that.

i actually have a good idea of what happens in the next several chapters, so that’s not the issue, it’s just getting myself to finish the reread and then actually doing the writing.

there’s still a lot of chapters left.  sorry?  maybe i’m sorry for not updating more regularly now that ACAL is finished. :/

jane: the real story:

this is on back-burner because, even though i’m really salty, i’ve found that when i hit hey, it’s time to write petra! i run into a wall of okay, but i know people love petra, and i know she has a very specific voice and tone and then i get kind of...overwhelmed and worried that she’ll be ooc.  which is probably why i haven’t written the next chapter yet (michael isn’t really like this, but he might be - and raf isn’t like this at all because raf in j:trs is meant to be a commentary on...raf).  i think it’s that i don’t have a well enough grip of writing petra closer to canon to feel up to par writing her in this situation.  maybe?  idk.

i know this is one of the most ... whatever fics on ao3 when it comes to my fics, so like, i’m aware of that, it’s just...back-burner right now.

heart in motion:

i actually started the second chapter of this a while back.  i should finish that.  if so, you might see it in a monday update poll   we’ll see.

luisa and the child:

aka the sequel to luisa and the fox

i have the first...two?  three? idk chapters written.  i’m still feeling out the plot - i have a good idea of bits and pieces of it, but i’m still waiting on those to come together in one cohesive thing.

similar to the last three chapters of luisa and the fox, i don’t plan on posting these until i’ve got the entire thing roughed out and gone through a second write.  maybe a beta.  not sure on that one yet.

sin rostro:

this is another one of those petra is an important character who shows up in the next chapter and i’m not sure i’ll write her well issues.  holding off on this one.

emilia antonia:

i have a general idea for what happens in the next chapter, as well as a general idea of what happens in the rest of the fic.  this one’s a matter of me sitting down and focusing on it and writing it, and i’ve been in a bandit writes lint fic headspace recently, which doesn’t bother me.

falling:

i feel like i should go back and resee some of the episodes of hannibal with margot in s2 and s3 and then review a bit of muskrat farm in s3 (as well as some of alana in s3) because that’s where lu is in chapter three.  because i haven’t, i’ve been holding off on writing this one, too, even though i...have a general idea of things that happen throughout the fic. but no real ending.

also maybe have a crack fic planned that would technically be a sequel to this one but would really be a crack fic.  maybe.  we’ll see.

aftershocks:

have two new chapters for y’all written.

have a general idea of what happens in the next chapter.

have a general idea of things that happen in later chapters but not sure where those chapters are in terms of how immediate they are, if that makes sense.

the time of your life:

bitches get glitches is completely done in terms of second write, so each chapter would probably just need a precursory read-through in terms of grammar/spelling/etc. and other minor edits.

with the exception of what would be the third chapter if i split the current third chapter into two chapters - the roisa scene probably warrants a little more than just a precursory read-through before posting.

i’ve started the next fic, which is rafael’s fic.  the next one would be petra’s.

basically, each of the first however many fics (four) focuses on one character and their encounters with their soulmate timer.

one screwed up family focused on rose, even though it also included luisa’s past with her timer.

bitches get glitches focuses on jane, even though it also includes carry-over updates on what’s been going on with luisa and rose since the first fic.

the third fic focuses on rafael.

the fourth fic focuses on petra.

at this point, i have a fairly good idea of when each of these five characters’ timers went off and when they might go off in future fics (i’d be more specific here, but spoilers!).

after those four, i would want to write a fifth fic that wraps things up - but this is kind of dependent on where things get left off in petra’s fic.

rafael’s encounters don’t finish in his fic, which leaves it on kind of a cliff-hanger, and i don’t think his final encounter happens in petra’s fic, so...fifth fic.

i’m actually hoping that writing petra in this fic will give me the confidence to write petra in the other fics she shows up.  so.  there’s that.

unposted fics:

where the lightning splits the sea:

aka roisa hp au

as stated before, the first book is my planned main project for nanowrimo and i hope to have the rough draft finished by the end of the year (we’ll see if that actually happens or not).

i have an entire series outline consisting of main things i want to happen in each book, along with their titles, and things that have to happen in specific books to set up for the proper pay off in later books.

the first book is entirely outlined - chapter by chapter.

i’ve started chapter-by-chapter outlines for books two and three.

the entire compiled outline alone is seventeen pages long.

i love this project a lot, and i’m super excited to share it with y’all, it’s just long.

mexican stud:

aka rosalint fic

i have a full working outline!  chapter by chapter!  huzzah!

this one still comes in bits and pieces and scenes that aren’t always interconnected.  i know what happens, but then pick and choose at scenes to write when i want to write it.

this fic will likely end up being fairly explicit - or, compared with other stuff i’ve written, more explicit - simply due to the themes and the content.  that may be part of why i take so long to write it - explicit scenes have a tendency to make me uncomfortable when i’m reading them and i don’t feel fully comfortable posting explicit scenes. but....

this would considered part of the epic superhero crossover (see below), even though the events are, to some extent, considered canon to aftershocks (with some exceptions which can be explained...later).

everything’s coming up rose’s:

stalled.

still excited, still want to write it, but focusing on other things atm.

various other soulmate aus:

one-shot (tentatively titled chorus: romance says goodnight):

still kicking around in my head.

still want to write it.

don’t think y’all will like it because it’s in raf’s point of view.

and other reasons.

but still want to write it.

dreamers often lie:

still at the point where i’ve brainstormed enough that i should start writing it because then i’ll get a more concrete idea of the world and of the events in the world but--

i’m currently focused on the soulmate timer au in terms of soulmate fics right now.  oops.

epic superhero crossover:

aka jtv/tick/timeless/supergirl/x-files/agent carter crossover.

hey, look, that’s a lot of things, so expect this to be massive, too.

the more i brainstorm this one, the bigger it gets, and at this point, i think it’ll probably be a bunch of interconnected fics in a series - like the time of your life - the soulmate timer au - instead of one big massive fic. it’s just easier to conceive of that way.

mexican stud is a fic on its own but goes within this crossover.

i want to write a fic about how emma and whitney get together (because they are together before rose gets them and all three of them are together in mexican stud - together as in a group, not as in together, even though emma and whitney definitely are together).

i want to write a fic about how dottie became the way she is when we meet her in the main fic (this would likely involve carterwood and dottie/whitney aspects - either directly or implied - and then it would likely come up in the main fic, there’s a bit from the part i just wrote that i want to be directly an exact quote from this).

i want to write a fic with rhea raising dottie (and potentially use that as backstory on how rhea and lena are...coworkers/acquaintances/partners/surrogate found family/etc. which could lead to complications re: lena and dottie but...idk).

even if lena isn’t a huge part of the rhea/dottie family fluff, i want to write something that deals with rhea in luthor-corp and l-corp and what she was doing after she got to earth - because that one’s different than canon (because i’m using ben’s rhea in a pod au v1 for this).

then there’s the main fic itself - which is where you get a lot of the crossover elements - particularly the x-files elements, which don’t really come up directly in the other fics but are definitely there in some of them (and by some of them, i mean the dottie backstory fic, they would be in the dottie backstory fic).  this would also be where the supergirl cast actually comes in (other than rhea and lena and the luthors and maybe astra?  maybe astra’s alive in this?  since rhea was around maybe she took astra?  or lillian?  idk haven’t decided yet).

so - like - this one is also a huge massive undertaking but in a different way than the roisa hp au is.  the interconnected fics for this aren’t necessarily as linear as the ones for the roisa hp au, and i want the main fic to be enjoyable on its own even if you haven’t read the other fics - the other fics might also stand on their own ish, but like...the random kingdom hearts games - to get the full story, you maybe want to play the main games.  ish.

also debating using my trans!mulder here because...like, i love him and i know he got me into trouble but...his story works so well here in context and i would love to use him here.  so.  it’s.  complicated.  :/

but - yeah - there’s your update on the state of things.  maybe look out for another update at the beginning of january, because i might be changing up some of how i’ve been writing and goals and things - but i think that’s it for now.

[rap-liine]

get to know me tag

tagged by: @ultvisual thanks love;

rules: tag 10 followers you want to get to know better!

birth year: ‘03 lets gooo

star sign: virgo

height: 5'3 (almost)

put your playlist on shuffle and play the first four songs: ok i have my kpop and i have like three english and two spanish so like. here have my thumbprint radio

I’m Born To Run by American Authors

Ponle by Faruko, J.Balvin and Rvssian

Esta Rico by Marc Anthony, Will Smith, and Bad Bunny

Sin Pijama by Becky G and Natti Natasha

(i think its all espanol bc i was listening to spanish music a lot in school last week so maybe its chronological?? idk)

grab the nearest book to you, turn to page 23, what is line 17? “Earlier in the day, Tess has traded five Notes for a bucket of pygmy pig’s blood from the back alley of a kitchen.”

ok the only thing i can say is that Day is extra asf and also homeless soooo (it’s from Legend by Marie Lu btw)

ever had a song or poem written about you? not that i know of?

when was the last time you played the air guitar? uhhh idr but it was prolly to a day6 song lets be honest

celebrity crushes: mmm ok so: choi hyunsuk and loewkey noah urrea ig?? i don’t really have crushes but i find ppl v attractive (@korea)

what’s a sound you hate? love? omggg forks on plates 🤮 ok and running water and conversation / white noise in general

do you believe in ghosts: huh naw b if i did idv shit myself like a thousand times

do you believe in aliens? yes?? this universe is big as hell ofc there’s gonna be smth else

do you drive? if so, have you crashed? i was literally just telling my little sister how i’m gonna start learning to drive this year and get my permit but yeah no not yet

last book you read? last book finished would be Legend by Marie Lu but last book read is The King’s Blood by Daniel Abraham (read itttt its like the less fucked up version of game of thrones)

do you like the smell of gasoline? yes no its bad for you

last movie you’ve seen? uhh infinity war? before that was naked

what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? idk if it counts as an injury but was nasty asf and yall don’t want to know

so you have any obsessions right now? um kpop but lets be honest thats been an obsession for over a year and THE SWEATER IM WEARING ugh its so good and its the coziest, fluffiest thing ive ever owned

do you tend to hold grudges? not as much as i used to but like. piss me off and you bet i aint forgetting it

in a relationship? lmao *sobs*

i tag: @sejunhee aka @sonqmingi, @parkseonghwa, @seonghhwa, @fellateez (wow i have a lot of seonghwa based mutuals) @ateezly, @harutonotnaruto and ofc anyone who wants to do this!! consider yourself tagged by me

[tayegi]

maybe the reason jk doesnt wanna be w mc is bc he feels like he needs to improve himself before he can b w her

Anonymous said:I just suddenly want to reread all NR and keep an eye on Hyejin because if I thought Hoseok was shady before... Now I think she’s another mysterious character! And we also have the mystery woman of JK’s ex... Mmmmmh 🤔

Anonymous said:What if... JK’ex died... and he DOES have his own rules to survive

Anonymous said:I wonder how it'll be reading from Jungkook's perspective, like how is he interpreting the oc's actions and what goes on his mind when he's with her vs when he's with another girl

Anonymous said:Hi Lu! I've read NR so many times by now that I've lost count!!! I love this fic so much: the characters are so deep and there are no loose ends. I've read chap. 9 and 1 thing intrigued me more than the other parts: while on the date w/ OC, JK wouldn't stop falling on the ice and would be so bad at ice skating. But, when he was w/ Hyejin, he would catch her and skate well. Why??? I'm so confused right now!!! Kkkkk Will we be seeing a reason to this or am I just reading too much into it?

Anonymous said:Omg you blow me away with your writing. New Rules is so well thought out, you’re amazing! One thing that stood out to me though, OC is maybe blinded by some things? I know I can feel that way, especially when you’re on your journey of self discovery. It’s hard to pick up on things like how others feel around you and it distorts your perception of things because you can be so focused on yourself. Is this what is blocking JK’s past from OC? I feel like the hints are there but what are they 😩😂

Anonymous said:i don't feel bad for the OC at all because i'm really really curious about jungkook's ex girlfriend or whatever she was and what made him make the decision to don't do relationships and what's actually going on with him and hyejin like why the fuck did he took her for skating I HAVE A LOT OF QUESTION IN THE MOMENT anyway great chapter 🌼💚🤧😢💓😰❤️❣️💝❤️🤒💮💗😭💙🤕 as always

Anonymous said:Can I just say thank you for existing, you have created a wonderful masterpiece, I thought there was no way nr can get any better, but with every update you prove me wrong, and it's great I'm looking forward to jk's past, because I feel like everything will make much more sense whem we find out what happened between him and his ex, thank you lu!!! 💖💖💖

Anonymous said:hmm...why was jungkook so bad at skating with the OC but then hyejin was complimenting him? was he just pretending to be bad at it to stay physically close to the OC? HM

Anonymous said:Ahhh, I love new rules!!! I think I’ve been following you since... chapter 3? Probably before that too! JK from end of chp 9 is giving me confusing vibes from the JK that was upset that he didn’t bid on him but it might just be a whole ego thing about the bidding. But I’m also getting the vibe that he’s trying to backpedal on any types of feelings he might have that’s why he was cruel when he was rejecting her

Anonymous said:Maybe Im wrong but what if Jungkook all this time liked her as a friend. In Ch8, he blames Hoseok for stealing her away. What if it was more of a "why are you stealing my friend away". Considering that OC hasnt been spending much time with him and was close to Hoseok, he might've assumed he stole her away. NR JK seems like he doesn't have a huge group of friends so maybe he liked her as a friend. And people misunderstood it as romantic relationship. -nR (1/?)

Anonymous said:People associate fk buddies in a romantic way cause after some time usually people develop feelings but what if he truly just liked her as a friend and a person who he could hook up with. What if there was nothing romantic in the first place? People pushed the romance on OC so she just accepted it(?) Ill revisit the story as a whole when I have the time to reanalyse, this is purely my 1st impression. I hope I didnt go in a completely wrong direction. I tend to misunderstand things😅. -nR (2/2)

Anonymous said:I'm just sitting here wondering if the "she" from JK's past could possibly be someone who was really important in his life but not necessarily a romantic interest. IDK, I think once I listen to the podcast - which I intend to do! - I might get more hints. But I can't do that rn because I literally just spent the past 5 hours starting to read NR and then catching all the way up to the end of the 9th chapter and omg I need to sleep and think about this lol

Anonymous said:I wish people wouldn't attack jungkook or misinterpret him, he is what I wish all people that don't do relationship would be, he is clear, sincere, and has no fear of showing affection cause he knows that it won't change his mind or his position, while in reality actually get all defensive and I think I get why now, because if they show niceness then people automatically think they changed...I mean, it's ok to not do relationship and not be an asshole, actually it's amazing

Anonymous said:The fact that a lot of people can't believe that jungkook is a fuckboy in NR just because he treats he OC right and it's a good person confuses me,some may think he's being fake and all because he treats her right said he likes her BUT still have the same opinion about relationships that he had since the begining(that hr always made it clear btw), so what? People that the think the way he thinks necessarily need to be an asshole? They are attacking him while all the time he has bering sincere ++

Anonymous said:++ and clear like crystal about his intentions, the way people relate "i don't do relationship" = for sure an asshole, makes me think that maybe the reason why people that don't do relashionship feel the need in being an asshole, having 0 affection (which jungkook has for the OC and I think that's what's causing the confusion) cause if they do show affection, people automatically think they changed and if they show that no, they didn't change, they are accused of being fake and deciving others

Anonymous said:I honestly find Hobi to be more like Jin. While on the surface he seems empathetic and caring, the way he acts says differently. The way he acted toward Jin and OC in ch8 really turns me off. "I can't believe you dated him, what were you thinking?" It sounds like he's not so much upset with what Jin to her. It shows that deep down, her well being is not really high up on his list of concerns. He's greasy just like Jin. He's selfish just like Jin.

Anonymous said:My brain created tons of theories for jk past, and all of them are dumb as shit 😂Joon's 148 IQ would be so helpful right now! What if the oc makes jk remind, not about his ex, but about himself? I'm going for a path were my brain is telling that, perhaps, jk is not that innocent in the ex situation. Like u said, we just know things in the oc perspective, and we just know what jk let us now...I dunno nothing. Might be completly wrong 😂 Dont need to answer Lu, just wanted to vent a little 💖 ~BR

Anonymous said:I just had the thought of the OC going NOT JEALOUS OF HOSEOK HMMMMM? And, well, seeing how far she can push. Without breaking the whole exclusive thing with JK, I don't think she'd break that. But like she might try and see and how romantically involved she can get with Hoseok to see if JK says anything. But I could very well be off base with this, it's just a guess.

AHHHH i love all your theories and thoughts!!! this was so incredibly interesting to read through. and you guys are all asking the right questions!!! i am super excited for you guys to see what happens next chapter :D 

[lucifer-scenario]

[I'm sorry for being dead for so long. It's an off and on thing.]

In all honesty, you didn't know why you had tagged along. Was it boredom? Or the depressing fact that your show ended? Maybe you really wanted to spend time with Lucifer since you hadn't seen him lately? "Why am I here?" You question, finally deciding it was important enough to bring up.

"One, the doctor doesn't believe the devil has a wife and two, we're going on a date after this." He answers like it was a normal everyday thing while holding the door open for you. "Besides, I think it's necessary to show you why I come here. You get very dejected when I don't tell you about my problems."

Letting it sink in, you quickly reject the dejected part. "Besides, what kind of lover am I, if I can't hear out my husband's problems." Lucifer hits the buzzer as he turns back towards you.  

"You very well get depressed over it. I've been married to you for how long now? I believe I would know."

"I just don't see it, I don't get dejected. It's been far too long, I gave up on counting awhile ago. I only know our anniversary's in human dates now." Before the devil could get another word in, the door opened.

"Hello, Lucifer." A blonde woman says, stepping away for the entrance to her desk.

"Good day doctor. Come along, [Y/n]." Walking in, you shut the door softly, taking a seat next to the ex-angel. It was quiet for a good minute, the women shifting her eyes from Lucifer to the other being and back to him. "Ah! Right! You haven't been introduced yet. Doctor, this is my wife [Y/n] Morningstar."

"Please to finally put a face to the name." You smile. The room instantly lit up.

"[Y/n], Dr. Linda Martin, the therapist I see when you aren't around or far too busy."

"Also when I'm really pissed off it seems." You add, knowing how you husband tended not to talk about his problems when you were mad. Another minute passed. "Dr. Martin, are you okay?"

Leaning forward, you take a few chocolates from the glass bowl as she lets out a quick set of apologies. "I'm just shocked, that, that-"

"She's my wife? Yes, I tend to the same conclusion every morning." Lucifer cuts off, making you snort with laughter.

"You're making it sound like I'm out of your league, Lu."

"Truth be told, you very well are. If it weren't for my sister, I wouldn't be a happily married and most likely, cursing myself for not being able to ask for your courtship."

"I'm going to have to disagree, my love, I believe it's the other way around." Your gaze shifts over to him, causing him to sit up straight, a stupid grin on his face.

"Oh my, you're giving my 'that' look. It's quite flattering."

"Sorry for breaking up the love feast, but, I do agree with Lucifer. It's something that would shock anyone. Though, I have to ask, is she also an angel?"

"Indeed, I am. Do you need proof?" You wonder, preparing to summon the wings. The Doctor was clearly surprised.

"Are you allowed too? I mean, I believe you but I would love to see."

"Of course I can. Who's going to stop me, Lucifer?" It wasn't even a question.

"Perhaps at the end, your wings only add to your image, my love. She's already stunned by your beauty." The devil mutters, pressing a kiss to his wife's head.

"I highly doubt that."

"No, he's right." Linda quickly spoke up. Even she was shocked by her sudden agreement. "You are absolutely gorgeous, [Y/n]."

"See? What did I tell you, [Nickname]." His attention went to the doctor. "Even back in heaven, she was considered one of the most beautiful creatures anyone could lay their eyes on."

"If you don't mind my asking, it's very intriguing, how did you meet? And how does the whole married thing work?"  

"That's a story." Lucifer begins, getting comfortable as you devour more chocolates.

"How would we even begin that? Like, it's not marriage really, it's more of a soulmate thing. So for the rest of eternity and beyond that, our existence is combined. Even if one of us, somehow, is murdered from reality, we can't get remarried. For angels, it's forever and no redos are allowed. We're stuck together."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, my dear." He chuckles. "Now how we met? I can thank my sister, Azrael."

"The god of death?" The human inquired.

"Yes, but before father named her that, she was a priestess."

"And my best friend." You add. "I was a high ranking angel than most, so meeting Azrael was inevitable. Friendship wise, shouldn't have happened. We were far too different."

"[Y/n] was kind, Azrael was a real pain in the ass. Though I remember it like yesterday.   Amenadiel and I were out looking for Azrael since she refused to bless some kind of ceremony. The last place we looked was the arena, where a certain someone, was sword-fighting with her. I guess you can call it love at first sight, [Y/n] has this ability to just brighten up the room with a smile and mixed with her personality and beauty, I was sold."

"Shocking as it sounds, we were flustered when it came to each other. I mean, straight up shit, you see in those romantic movies. We could not have a full conversation with each other without shuttering and having to run away mid-sentence. Azrael was the one who pushed us together, it hadn't been till we sang a duet together which caused us to start courting. If it wasn't for Azrael being a priestess, we wouldn't have been able to get married because of my father. "

The room went quiet as the story came to a finish. "Well, that....wasn't something I would expect with Satan. But it seems everyone gets a chance at a good love story." Linda claims.

"Now, let's stop talking about us and continue on to my current problems, shall we?" The devil states.

"Yes, right." You only shake your head at his forwardness. It was almost a regret when showing her your wings, who knew humans couldn't handle the view of divinity.

[hannahchronism]

1, 12, 17, 19, 21

1. The most recent OC I’ve made

That’s gotta be my BLI girl with the Dichen Lachman fc. She doesn’t have a name right now (mostly because…if I name her I’ll stop being able to stop myself from making a blog RIP) but she’s got a profession already and a few loose personality bits that I keep playing with. I don’t wanna talk about her too too much because she’s mostly still fluid/up in the air and I guarantee I’ll end up contradicting myself at some point down the road, but more definite specs involve: she’s a BLI employed .. either geneticist or plastic surgeon (or just..normal surgeon. Some kind of medical field is the 100% definite part) who’s had a lot to do with the development of those ‘perfect’ human specimens bat cityI is into. She probably doesn’t have much of an ulterior motive that she’s only using BLI to get to - in fact she’s probably just one of those “side with the winners’ types who’s just…so so self serving bUT THAT’S ALL I WANNA SAY I’M SHUTTING UP NOW.

12. An OC based off part of someone I met

Uuuuuuh way back when when I first started making dustverse OC’s I actually started with a whole generation before the ones I have now. Like literally, it was Mayhem (Tech’s mom) and co. and I was even going to do a fanfic (I actually still remember there being this whole big Action Set Piece on a bridge that involved someone [Mayhem? Or maybe Rhythm..] getting stabbed in the leg with a piece of explosion debris and also a big Underground Bunker that a large number of killjoys lived in. It was wild. 14 year old me was ambitious okay.) that I got …maybe ten chapters into? Before I came up with Tech for dA/twitter rp. And all of that is a setup to say: Mayhem & her main partner/best friend Strangled Stargazer, were 100% self-insert-sues who were based on me & Jordan. And I ..guess that kinda makes Stargazer my oc? but I 100% “invented” her with the intention of handing her off to Jordan so like…. I technically made her up but she’s not a character that I really stayed attached to or anything.

(And…obviously as time went on those characters got really sharply pulled off into the universe as actual characters and not “killjoysonas” lol. Mayhem is….a walking trashbag. Hate her. Still kinda like her name tho….very straightforward, you know what she’s about.)

Aside from that though, other than observing like, common fears/flaws in people to give characters depth I don’t usually tend to draw from real people? Unless the observable/possibly staged personality of a fc begins to seep into a particular character’s traits, but that’s usually because I try to pick fcs who actually seem like my characters..if..that makes sense. (Samuel Larsen for Phantom is actually a pretty good example of this, and Hailee Steinfeld for Lu)

17. The easiest OC for me to write (and why!)

That’s (surprising exactly no one) Tech without question. She’s just been a character who’s had a lot of time to be solidly rooted in my head, and we’ve grown together, and I also gave her (though rather largely exaggerated) a lot of my doubts and insecurities so it’s easy for me to really empathize with her viewpoints and know what’s going on in her head a lot of the time.[[I MEAN. Make no mistake though, she’s not me. She’s a lot braver and more outspoken and honestly a fuck of a lot stronger too.]] The only thing I really struggle with is deciding…how much of it to actually put down. Between being a high self-monitor and touch avoidant and observant and a Thinker and empathetic it’s always a lot and all of it’s important to her, so it can be a little difficult to filter and cut it down to something digestible.

[Jack get second place as: can be difficult at first but gets easier the more I write of him, but I don’t usually have a lot of cause because he keeps to himself so much :( ]

19. The OC I’d most like to befriend

This is….. the hardest question I’ve ever had to answer?? Can I say all of them????

Okay that’s not true because I don’t wanna befriend Mayhem or Solstice (a book idea OC) and I’m fairly certain meeting Weasel irl would be a nightmare (I have so many tiny things he’d try to steal, oh no) but narrowing down to just one is. so hard.

Maybe…maybe Lu? I admire her passion and drive and it’d be really interesting to have someone with that much light and ambition in my life. (Although..she is also a literal criminal…..whom associating with can get you into some tough scrapes…..)

If technically-not-an-oc-but-character-I-write count, Abbie. Abbie needs every friend and a hug and I love her.

ALSO HOLLY. MAGIC GF. I ADORE.

21. The OC most likely to end up in a wacky [freeze frame][record scratch] “you’re probably wondering how I got here” scenario

Fox. I don’t even have more to say about it, just. That boy walks into shenanigans the way most people walk into the grocery store.

[soldierstark]

Kisses Of An Apple | PETER PARKER X READER

Description: While hanging out at the coffee shop the reader's parents own, Michelle brings up an article that she read in a magazine. One that says you can tell if a person is a good kisser by the way they eat an apple. The reader gets dared by Michelle to put the theory to test, resulting in an interesting Saturday afternoon.

Author's Note: This was so much fun to write and I hope ya'll enjoy it as much as I did. My inspiration for this fic came from one a read a while back and really liked. Anyways, if you want to be tagged in any upcoming fics or want to request something feel free to message me.

Word Count: 1521

It was almost too simple. Sitting side by side in the back of the school’s library, shoulders pressed together, and knees touching. Right in that place of not-quite-more-than-friends and nearly at the place of very-obviously-more-than-friends.

It would only take one move for them to become something greater than just best friends. One of Ned’s crazy plans, one of Peter’s embarrassing blunders, one of Michelle’s dry comments that had an obvious hidden meaning. Just something to push the pair together.

Peter and (Y/N), thrown together by some crazy twist of fate, anything could make them Peter and (Y/N).

They’re just waiting on a catalyst.

    Chemicals always have a way of getting out of hand. At least, that’s what Ned thought as he watched Flash watch (Y/N) watch Peter watch      Flash with a glare that could only be described as filled with jealousy. He shook his head, chuckling at the raging inferno of teenage hormones playing out for all to see.

“Stop staring it’s creepy,” Michelle said turning a page in her book.

Ned sighed and looked away from the love triangle he was watching from halfway across the cafeteria. “I can’t help it, it’s so entertaining.”

Michelle looked up from her book, intrigued. “What’s so entertaining?”

“Uh, nothing,” Ned mumbled, suddenly very interested in the sandwich he was eating.

Putting down her book, Michelle leaned across the table, closer to Ned. “What are you hiding…Ned?”

Between chews of his sandwich, he replied. “Nothing.” Michelle gave Ned one last weird look before continuing with her book.

After a brief moment of silence Ned spoke up. “Michelle.”

“Yes,” she sighed, not looking up from her book.

“What do you think about Peter and (Y/N)? I mean like… together. Like, Peter and (Y/N),” he said blending their names together, making them flow fluidly into one another. It sounded… right.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Michelle said closing her book, giving Ned her undivided attention. “So here’s the thing…”

    One fine Saturday afternoon a few weeks later, (Y/N) and Michelle were conversing behind the counter at the coffee shop (Y/N)’s parents owned, as they tended to do. Peter and Ned were sitting in a nearby booth not doing anything of particular interest, just talking about their latest robotics project.

That’s when (Y/N) got a special delivery. “(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N),” a delivery boy called out as he walked into the coffee shop.

“That would be me,” (Y/N) announced raising a hand up in the air, not looking away from her task of wiping down the counter. “What is it?” she asked finally looking up. “Woah!”

The delivery boy trounced in carrying a delicately arranged basket of fruit. Finally, Ned thought to himself as he watched (Y/N) sign for the gift. A catalyst.

“Do you know who sent this?” she asked handing the boy back his pen. He shook his head before exiting the shop swiftly.

Peter and Ned scooched out of the booth they were in and walked up to the counter as (Y/N) and Michelle examined the gift. It was filled with various fruits all stacked on different skewers, arranged in a way that almost made it look like a flower.

“Who do you think sent it?” (Y/N) asked, tearing away the plastic.

Michelle reached a hand into the basket and took a strawberry. “Probably Flash. You know he’s been into you for months,” she answered taking a bite of the fruit.

(Y/N) hummed in response while examining an apple for bruises. “I wish he would just take a hint,” she mumbled, pulling the apple off of the skewer. “I mean this is a sweet gesture and all, but he can’t buy my affection.”

After a moment of silence, Ned spoke. “Can we have some?”

“Yeah go for it,”(Y/N) answered with a slight laugh. Peter and Ned each took a piece of fruit and chowed down contently. “Michelle, come help me wipe down tables,” she demanded walking out from behind the counter holding a wet rag in one hand.

Michelle followed suit without a complaint. “Anyways, what were we talking about?” (Y/N) asked taking a bite of her apple.

“Wait,” hushed Michelle. “I want to watch you.”

(Y/N) stopped chewing and looked up from the table she was cleaning. “What?”

“Bite into your apple again,” Michelle probed. (Y/N) hesitantly consented and took another bite of her apple, but not without giving Michelle a weird look. Michelle grinned. “You’re a good kisser.”

(Y/N) swallowed her food roughly and coughed. “What?” she asked in disbelief.

Michelle resumed wiping down the table in front of her. “I read in this magazine that you can tell if someone’s a good kisser by the way they eat an apple.”

“Since when do you read magazines?” (Y/N) asked quirking an eyebrow.

“Since I finished reading all of the good books in the library and ran out of money.”

“Fair enough. Hey if you want some good books to read I have literal shelves full at home. You can come over later and sift through them if you want, see if any of them interest you. I don’t know if you’ve read the Legend Trilogy by Marie Lu yet Michelle but I’m telling you they are absolutely amazing. It’s abou-,” (Y/N) stopped talking when she looked up and saw Michelle staring in Peter and Ned’s direction. “Michelle are you even listening to me?”

Michelle waved her off. “Sshhhhh. Look at that,” she said, grabbing (Y/N) face and turning it towards Peter and Ned.

(Y/N) watched as Peter took a bite of the apple he was eating in confusion. “What?”

“He has perfect form!” said Michelle. “Clear crunch, tender feel, plump lips…”

“Oh my god Michelle are you checking him out?” (Y/N) screeched in a quiet voice.

She snorted. “Uh no. Gross. I’m simply observing him in an objective manner. Like a true scientist would.”

“Michelle, scientists don’t observe things like that.”

“Aw just humor me (Nickname).”

(Y/N) waved her rag in the air. “Why should I? You’re being ridiculous.”

Michelle stood up straight and smiled deviously. “If I’m being ridiculous, then you’re being a wet blanket.”

(Y/N) gasped. “I am not.”

“Yea you are,” Michelle retorted with a chuckle. “You always manage to kill the fun because you overthink everything.”

“No I don’t!”

Michelle raised an eyebrow at her friend. “Oh yea? Prove it. I’ll give you a dare to prove it.”

(Y/N) put her rag and apple down on the table while cracking her neck. “Bring it,” she challenged, flipping her (Y/H/C) hair in a ridiculous manner.

“Okay,” Michelle drawled, smirking and crossing her arms. “I dare you to prove my theory. I dare you to kiss Peter.”

(Y/N)’s mouth dropped open in shock. “There’s no way I’m doing that,” she asserted.

“Fine,” Michelle said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders. “Then I guess you are a wet blanket.”

(Y/N) chewed her lip in thought. “Fine,” she quipped. “I’ll do it.”

Michelle smiled maliciously and followed her friend up to the counter where Peter and Ned where still standing. There was no way she’d go through with it. (Y/N) would chicken out and Michelle would be proven right once again.

On the other hand, (Y/N) was feeling very conflicted as she approached Peter. She knew things could be awkward after she did this if he didn’t like her the way she liked him. Then again, she could just blame it on the dare.

But what if Peter… liked it? What he reciprocated her kiss? Would they start dating? Would they still pretend it never happened? Huh, (Y/N) thought to herself. Maybe Michelle was right. I do overthink things.

(Y/N) elected to stop thinking or else she knew she’d chicken out, and Michelle would be right. She finally reached Peter and Ned as they continued to annihilate her fruit bouquet. Peter looked at her with his gleaming brown eyes and smiled in a friendly matter.

“Hey (Nickname), what’s-“started Peter, only to be interrupted by (Y/N) pulling him down roughly by his shirt collar and kissing him square on the lips.

Her lips were soft and gentle, and before he knew it Peter lost all sense of surprise, wonder, and even existence. (Y/N) had intended to pull away after a quick peck, but Peter pulled her in before she had the chance to.

He brought his hand up to her cheek and got it tangled in her hair whilst pulling her in by the waist with his other arm. Peter tenderly kissed (Y/N) as she melted into his embrace. Meanwhile, Michelle and Ned were staring at their friends in disbelief.

When they finally pulled away, Peter and (Y/N) stared at each other in silence. “I have no idea why you did that, but I’m glad you did,” Peter said with a chuckle. (Y/N) simply stared in surprise until Peter pressed his lips to hers once more.

Michelle and Ned glanced at each other. “Pinch me Michelle, I must be dreaming,” Ned whispered.

She reached out quickly and pinched his arm very hard. “Owwww…” whimpered Ned. “Why’d you do that?”

Michelle shrugged her shoulders. “Because you told me too,” she responded simply. “And no, you’re not dreaming Ned.”

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Takemasa's Blog: Today, I'll speak not from love but from truth (2017 November 3)

Home. Sunny.

Well, first of all, to summarize today's blog for you,

Hiyorin is a really good guy. lol

It was Hiyorin's birthday, so I can't let this opportunity go But it's really hard to talk about this past year.

I would like to point out Hiyorin is a really good guy.

Well, I mean, Mr. Kujou is also a really good guy, But it's a different type of good. I wonder if you'd just consider it different genres of good?

In Mr. Kujou's case, if I say so myself... To put it bluntly, I try to calculate things before anything else.

"If I say this, how will people think of me?" "If I make this move, will it be well-received!?"

Things like that.

Honestly, this is how I normally think, And my head is just buzzing with these thoughts. Whether I'm in front of people or just in my everyday life, this doesn't change.

Maybe you'll think less of me for admitting I'm like this, But these are traits I've developed over the course of my life, and the answers that derive from adding my experiences to my personality, And I fully intend to continue living my life as myself. So in the end, I figure it's alright to be the kind of person who lives for others.

It's due to being this way I've been called a good person a lot, So I think it's not wrong to act the way I do, and I don't hold any bad feelings about it. But at the same time, that guy's calculations are... well... I rarely feel that he takes things lightly. lol

Don't hate me. I wonder how to make you like me. The ideal Kujou Takemasa is always wondering this every minute and every second. Roughly. lol

However, if I look over all that, all of me and everything I am, As a person, I find there are parts of me that want to try and do the impossible for others, But the fact is all of that is not everything. I've also said some things I regret...

Things like on Twitter, And while I've been the MC at events.

I'm speaking about myself, But to keep from going on too long, I'll cut out some of this. (I'm a really good person. Kujou Takemasa is a good person. This is important.)

Hiyorin...

IS SUPER HONEST. (I'm also honest. Kujou Takemasa is also honest. This is important.)

He doesn't say anything he doesn't mean.

He's reeeeeeeeeeeeeally upfront about his feelings. (Well, actually, I don't know. lol. This is just Mr. Kujou's impression. A long time ago, he wrote a blog about hiding snacks from us and eating them without anyone knowing, didn't he? lol)

However, A person who doesn't hold back what he's thinking Is usually considered a bad guy, isn't he?

Like an evil villain.

But Hiyorin... Hiyorin's different. He's cleanly sensible about things that have happened. On top of that, he's sensitive.

He's honestly a good person. Without needing to feel manipulative or calculating, he's just a really good person...

We've been together for ten years, And in all that time, amongst all of Kiryu, I can say he's truly splendid. Without a doubt, he's our number one band member.

I've been with him so long, And everything about him makes me so happy, And I've thought "Wow, what a great guy" about him more times than I can count.

Honestly, I'm a little jealous of people like Hiyorin. lol

That being said... You know our tour in the summer of all 47 prefectures? Actually, Hiyorin and I weren't getting along then.

On a certain day, in a certain live house, While talking about band-related things, Hiyorin and I had different opinions on a certain matter...

I mean, it wasn't a fight, but... no, it was totally a fight. lol We can laugh about it now, but I think back then, there was a lot of strain on our relationship.

"CRASH! ROAR! SHUT UP!!" loooool (I'll leave what went on up to your imaginations, lol)

Ahh, those were the days, haha.

Of course we made up afterward ^^ We had to speak honestly with each other and reach a compromise. lol But since we're both so stubborn, it was a hell of a fight to get there. lol

That being said, At that time, Mitsuki-sensei was in the room with us... I think that must have been tough on him. lol

He took great pains to tend to our needs. lol I'm so sorry, Mitsuki. lol

He was so troubled by our fight as he didn't think either of us were wrong. lol

Well Because of what happened, I thought I should write about it in this blog.

I'm glad Hiyorin is Hiyorin. Working with people so different from you Is a way to experience new points of view and is kind of motivating.

Casually, or as an MC Mr. Kujou, who doesn't speak without thinking, And Hiyorin, who clearly speaks his mind.

There are a lot of times When you have to learn from others by watching or through experience, right?

With Hiyorin's birthday past, we now turn toward our 10th anniversary as Kiryu.

I think, once again, how grateful I am Hiyorin is a part of us.

If you just look at Kiryu from the surface, I think a lot of people think we look very stable,

But in reality, due to our personalities and musicianship, We're so scattered I could die.

I think fans can tell when they watch us, I mean, can't you? If you look closely. lol "These two are always together..." or "Even if they're smiling together, those two look kind of weird together, don't they?"

Even so, we continue on. Even so, we are allowed to continue on.

Maybe you saw my recent tweet,

"We're in our tenth year, and honestly, I just love being with everyone in Kiryu!! Lu lu♪~"

That really sums up all my feelings. It's how I feel about this blog, And everything else.

I'm so happy to be around Hiyorin. I'm so happy we can be together.

And Thank you so much to all those who love us.

Our tour has just begun. I'll do my best even though it's winter ＼(^o^)／

Goodbye!