#(technically at this point I should’ve just tagged it

[seven-thewanderer]

Part 3 of the update!!

starting off here, I doodled Lunar’s first designs, since I shared the design which would be his current design

But here’s the first ones!

(sorry that it might be blurry, I’m not on the device where I drew it)

The one on the left, labeled L-v1, is Lunar when he still worked with Eclipse, and was evil gremlin

The one on the right meanwhile, labeled L-v2, is Lunar when they first got their own body (the nanomachine one)

Now, since the rest are different from this..

Since my Strayed!AU actually isn’t just bound to SAMS, LAES, OR MGAFS, but basically… all the shows!

So next, we have the ghost kids!!

In the (Roxanne Wolf and Gregory Show, or RWAGS) lore, they’re called Elizabeth/Lizzy and Evan, and Lizzy’s fine… I just don’t know about Evan

Like I did research and Evan might be the canon name, but like… really?

(No offense to people named Evan)

But for my AU, I might use one of the other name possibilities, like Chris, or Nelson, idk yet

Also here’s their ghost form that I totally didn’t almost forget to add :3

Next up…

I also did Funtime Freddy & Bonbon!!

Technically it’s a doodle too, but I colored it in more cleanly

but ye Funtime Freddy!! He looks very cuddly in my opinion, and honestly he’s just a silly lil (big) guy!!

So goofy though!!

I also colored in a doodle of Bonbon before this one, since apparently Bonbon has legs sometimes, so I doodled this one!

I tried to put little notes to explain it, but I’ll just re-explain it here:

The fur color of his legs & rest-of-body is different because he wasn’t really meant to have legs originally, so it’s a different fur color & material, since they were built for him with a different fabric material

Also, the lower half of the legs are just the endoskeleton since they probably ran out of fur…

But yeye that’s it!!

Technically, there’s a lot more character concepts I did as well (Freddy, Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Bonnie, Helpi, the Computer/Spaniard, Monty, Nebula, etc.), buuuut I grew too lazy to finish them XD so they’re just uncolored doodles

[mcrdvcks]

had a little thought about this variant in particular :)

warnings/tags: no use of y/n, gn!reader, though reader wears a dress and heels, light blood

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"Patch!" Wade called out from behind, his voice cutting through the murmur of the dimly lit casino room.

Logan’s one good eye flicked up from the poker table, an eyebrow raising just a bit. "Do I know you?"

Wade grinned under his red mask, hands up like he was just there for a friendly chat. "Not yet, but you're about to." He glanced around, feigning awe at the luxury. "Nice place you've got here. Fancy suits, eye patches—very debonair."

Logan didn’t smile. "You got five seconds to get to the point."

Wade stepped closer, ignoring the glares from the other players. "Alright, here’s the pitch. I need you, big guy. Got a universe that’s falling apart, and I’m in desperate need of a certain… je ne sais quoi that only you can bring. You, Patch, could be the anchor this whole reality needs.”

Logan didn’t even blink. “You’re either insane or just plain stupid. I don’t know you, and I don’t care about your problems.”

Wade let out an exaggerated sigh. “Okay, okay, playing hard to get. Look, I didn’t want to do this in front of your… uh—” Wade gestured towards everyone at the table. “Lovely friends here. But time’s running short.”

Wade, who was crouched down to the right of Logan didn’t get to continue his rambling as he unsheathed his claws straight in his skull. Logan’s claws went back into his hand as Wade fell to the floor.

You, who had gone briefly to get a glass of champagne, stopped at the body who had just flopped onto the ground. You glanced at your dress, a nice mauve color, now with a few small spots of red at the hem.

“Honey!” You dragged out, “he got blood on my dress.”

Logan turned to look at you, finally tearing away his gaze from being front facing to you, standing holding a half-full champagne flute looking as beautiful as ever and yes, you now had blood on your dress.

Wade, who was shaking his head, clearing the fog from his mind, looked up from the floor, “hey! He got my blood on your dress. All I did was very kindly introduce myself- ”

You stepped forward, your heel digging into Wade’s arm with a squelch. Wade let out a small screech as you took another step toward Logan, one foot bare, the other still sporting your special heel with a concealed blade.

Wade groaned, twisting on the floor to look up at you. “Really? Really? First the claws, now the stiletto treatment? I thought this was a classy establishment!”

“You got blood on my dress,” you said coolly, taking another sip of your champagne as you met Logan’s gaze.

Logan’s mouth twitched, almost a smile. “Should’ve aimed better, bub.”

Wade managed to sit up, rubbing his head where Logan had left his mark. “This—” he gestured vaguely around, “—is exactly why I need you. That unrelenting charm, the claws, the scrappy partner who, might I say, has a very sharp sense of fashion.”

Once beside Logan’s chair, his hand went around your waist, pulling you down into his lap with a casual possessiveness. He looked up at you, a flicker of amusement in his eye. “Didn’t expect company tonight,” he murmured, his hand resting comfortably at your hip.

You raised an eyebrow, giving him a slight smirk. “Didn’t expect blood on my dress tonight either,” you replied, tilting the glass toward him. “This is on you.”

Wade, still on the floor, held up a hand like he was back in school. “If I may interject, it’s technically on me. All over me, really. And your heel…which is still in my arm, by the way.”

Logan didn’t even look down. “Didn’t I tell you to scram, bub?”

Wade let out an exaggerated groan, dramatically flopping back on the floor. “Alright, fine! Just thought maybe you’d like a little…adventure through the multiverse, something different. I’ll even throw in a couple of perks—health benefits, access to all the chimichangas you can eat. You know, the important stuff.”

You laughed, settling back against Logan. “Sounds like a tempting offer, doesn’t it, hun?”

Logan’s grip on your waist tightened. “Tempting? This guy can’t keep his mouth shut long enough to get through a meal, let alone a job.”

Wade scrambled to his feet, brushing off his suit—now slightly stained with his own blood. “Hey, everyone needs a wildcard. Keeps things spicy! But fine, fine. I can take a hint. You’ve got your classy, poker-playing life here with…well,” he gestured towards you with a nod. “Guess I’ll just have to move on.”

You leaned down, giving Wade a sweet but pointed smile. “Good luck with that.”

Wade looked back and forth between the two of you, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Oh, I get it. Lovebirds, bound by fate and poker chips. Don’t mind me, I’ll just let myself out.”

With a dramatic flourish, Wade turned around, pulling a strange, glowing device from his belt. He tapped a button, and a swirling golden doorway appeared in front of him. He looked over his shoulder one last time, winking at you. “If you change your mind, Patch, you know where to find me.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Not a chance.”

As Wade stepped through the doorway, disappearing into the glowing portal, you took another sip of champagne, shaking your head. “Was he for real?”

Logan scoffed, watching the portal close with a quiet hum. “I have no idea. Don’t care to find out, either.”

The room settled, the quiet returning along with the glares of the other players, who clearly wanted nothing more than to get back to their poker game.

You gave him a look. “If you think you’re getting out of replacing this, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Logan chuckled, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Wouldn’t dream of it, darlin’.”

[suzukiblu]

Thank-you sentences for Ten; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Billy, technically, is the kind of person that someone like Superman would literally never even notice when he’s not Captain Marvel. But he’s seen Superman notice exactly that kind of person more times than he can even count, and not say anything patronizing or pitying either to their faces or about them after, and it’s always . . . 

He doesn’t really know how to explain what that feels like to Lynn, he thinks. The wisdom of Solomon is not necessarily, like, the “emotional intelligence” of Solomon. Or at least, not in a way where Billy can always figure out how to explain what he’s thinking to other people. And feelings are so subjective anyway, so–well, yeah. It just gets complicated, and Billy doesn’t even know if Lynn even understands what he’s feeling all that often yet, considering, much less what other people are. He’s still brand-new, and he still mostly just knows what he’s been told, and on top of that Cadmus mostly told him stupid shit, too. 

A lot of stupid shit, it seems like. 

“Important,” Lynn echoes, and then–frowns, a little. “But not ‘valuable’?” 

“Like–everybody’s important,” Billy says, and shrugs again as he sets the plates on the counter next to the stove and starts scooping the veggies onto them. Though maybe he should’ve started with the salmon, because now there’s veggies rolling everywhere, so–shit, okay, this is fine, he can do this and still talk like, all reasonably and normally and stuff. “Not everybody’s got, I dunno, a net worth or a specialized skillset or super-helpful superpowers or anything like that. Or a price tag, I guess. Metaphorically and all.” 

“Eight point two billion,” Lynn says abruptly, his voice clipped. 

“Huh?” Billy wrinkles his nose at him. “What’s–?” 

“Me,” Lynn says, still clipped. “Eight point two billion USD."

[cheesit-notes]

Simon Riley + Hand Kisses

tags: kissing obviously, ptsd for simon basically, gn!reader, overthinking simon, simon getting violent at one point, a/n: sorry i was gone for a week! i want to say i worked on stuff but ive been busy with things and this was the only thing i did. im not all that happy with the time to result ratio of this tbh but i love the idea of Simonand hand kisses so enjoy!

Ghost who cannot stand any and all kinds of intimate touches. he doesn’t like intimate touches. no, actually, he loathes those touches. it reminds him of a time he’d really rather forget. there’s no way to really kiss him without having to slowly practice. underneath the mask, he’s nothing more than the emotionally scarred, vulnerable Simon Riley who went through far too much for any human.

the first time both of you technically kissed, you had asked if you could kiss him, he said yes because you looked like you wanted it so badly. the two of you stood awkwardly in his barracks. he’s wondering if he should’ve changed clothes earlier, he just got back and was still in his uniform, probably smelled fowl, but you didn’t say a word. ah, he thought he could handle it. he really did. but to kiss was a lot easier said than done. and he’ll never fully forgive himself for shoving you away slamming you against the wall, and he was choking you. he didn’t actually hit you, you tell him that everyday, but the fact he fully intended to hit you for the moment scared him. plagued with the thought that he truly was no different from his father; he could barely look at you for the weeks following that, much less talk to you. no, he refused to do so much as to stand near you; petrified he wouldn’t snap out of it in time, terrified he’d hurt you.

months later, he asked if it’s alright to try again. the kissing thing, you know? it was months after the previous attempt, you and Simon had already reconciled, as much as possible anyways, so the question left you a little confused. you were happy to, but only if he was really ready. and he said he was, he swore it. although.. looking at you, thinking back about the previous attempt, made him anxious. but he already said he would. so he should? he should stick to his words, right? youd probably think hes a coward. god, a man shouldnt be a coward. and he cant be a coward. and all these thoughts ran through his mind. he doesnt realize he’s zoned out and that you’re staring at him with a concerned look on your face. its not until you decide to speak does he snap back.

“are you sure you want to do this?”

he’s not even sure what to respond. what did he want?  he’s only really thought about what you wanted. it’s not like his wants really mattered in his eyes.

“you know, we don’t have to do this. we can still have a perfectly fine relationship without–”

“no! absolutely, no, we.. we have to kiss.”

he insisted, almost yelling like he’s afraid he wouldn’t be heard. and that you’d leave him because you’d think he couldn’t kiss you, because he couldn't give you of a normal relationship. and you deserved it. you deserved a normal relationship with someone who could give you what you wanted. and god, he wishes he were normal.

anyone could tell he was agitated. honestly, it isn’t easy for you. you could tell he wouldn’t handle it well if you kissed him directly. but if you didn’t then he’d isolate himself, thoughts spiralling like a roller coaster in his mind, and you couldn’t be sure when or where the ride ended. so, grab his hands, hold them in yours, and plant a gentle kiss on each. you hold his hands, looking into his eyes, and for what felt like hours, the two of you stayed put like that. until Simon told you to leave.

it caught you off guard, you’re a little taken back. but respecting his wishes, you leave the room. not even a minute after you leave, Simon slumps against the wall, he can’t stop the hot, burning tears from falling. maybe it was how soft your lips felt against his caloused hands or how careful you were with him, how you knew that he likely wouldn’t react well to either choice and yet you made the perfect one.

Simon Riley who sometimes holds your hand, silently hoping you’d kiss his hand again. he likes it when you give each knuckle a peck. if you bent down on one knee, you’d look like a knight kissing the princess’ hand, and Johnny would say this whenever he saw the chance. Simon Riley who still isn’t ready to kiss you directly, but he’s slowly working on it. Simon Riley who will probably learn to like different types of kisses, but right now, he's smitten over you and your hand kisses that make him feel oh so loved.

next time he holds your hand, give him a kiss, will you?

[alwaysthefool]

Like lightning (x Jouno)

Tags/Synopsis: Jouno is scared of the extremely loud and close thunderstorm, comfort, gender neutral

Warnings: reader is a screw up*. again v personal, fear of thunder, loud noises description, cursing, you have symptoms of depression (lol)

You were something akin to a disgraced knight, and you shouldn’t have been allowed to be on any mission, let alone one with a hunting dog. This one, at least, should’ve been easy. You two simply had to stake out in the middle of nowhere, waiting to intercept a van, your own vehicle being hidden behind a few rocks.

You were technically just the driver, and maybe backup, but Jouno did not say anything to you on those lines, and you decided not to ask as you knew he preferred silence. Whatever, he probably has it under control already. You thought even though you did not know him outside his great reputation. You even kept a large distance, deciding to look out for the car at the other side of the road, where you knew it wouldn’t even be coming from. What you did see in the distance, however, were dark clouds approaching.

With a deep breath, mustering whatever confidence you had left, to walk over to him, trying to tiptoe as to not make any noise.

“What they say about you is true.” He stared directly at you, from at least 20 feet away. “You’re useless and sloppy. Was that an attempt at sneaking up on me? He raised his sword at you, closing a little of the distance.

You had heard those kind of words from everybody recently, so it did not affect you much. It was true, you were a mess, you ruined everything and there was nobody to blame. Neither your expressions, nor your heart faltered. There was nothing that could make you more disheartened. If anything, the only way up from that point in your life was up. “I think it’s about to rain.”

“You don’t say.” Jouno replied, a little disheveled and irritated. You could hear the thunder getting closer, the lightning flashes seemingly intense.

“You should watch out from the car, just to be safe.”

Jouno scoffed at that. “Do you think lightning will be able to do anything to me? I’m more durable than even rubber.”

“You’re still just human.” You murmured, stupidly hoping he did not hear your sleight. You thought your wish was answered as he did not respond to that, only telling you to go inside the car alone.

You did not realise when the clouds had come so close, until a lightning stroke struck downwards, meeting a tree not too far away from where you two stood, the light strong enough to make even Jouno flinch, and the thunder that followed within seconds making him hold on to your hand, cursing under his breath. Almost instinctively, you put your hand on his shoulder as a kind gesture, though you knew when he’d come out of the shock, he’d push you away with a nasty comment.

For some reason, he kept holding you, iron tight, his knuckles white, although it didn’t seem to hurt you.

“Hey.” You spoke softly.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jouno’s head was down, but you could still see his nervous expression from how tall he was.

Another flash of lightning struck between the overhead clouds, the sound a little lighter than before but enough to make Jouno cling to you a little closer. You too, held him close to you, realising he eventually turned the distance between you to into an intimate hug, his strong arms encapsulating your waist, his head on top of yours, and his hips as close to yours as they could get. You wondered if anyone had ever held anyone else closer than he was holding you.

“How-“ He flinched again when another stroke of lightning decided to strike on the open grass fields beside the road, not minding as your fingers found their way to his hair, taking off his cap and gently stroking his scalp. He breathed out in contentment, squeezing you a little tighter as if to tell you to continue. “How is your heartbeat so calm?”

You weren’t sure why either. You liked nature, and were used to loud sounds from machinery and weapons that littered your life. And it wasn’t like you cared that much about getting into dangerous situations. Whatever was meant to happen would happen, and there was no point resisting it. “Well, it’s much quieter than all the screams of my victims.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

To your surprise, Jouno did let out a soft exhale.

“You really should go inside the car, Jouno.” You reluctantly pulled away to look at him, his sweet face as confused as a dog who did not why he was not receiving pets any longer. He gently tried to tug you into a hug again, but you put your cool hands on his warm face. “Go, I’ll take care of this.”

“No, I want to hear your body. It’s the only thing that- well, I mean-“ His face turned completely red and hot, but he did not pull away from your touch. And maybe for the first time that day, there was irregularity in your heartbeat.

“Tell you what.” Your hands crept down from his face to his hands, which he immediately interlocked with yours. “You can have me for as long as you need after we’re done with this.”

“Oh?” His lips curled into a smirk, but faltered immediately with another nearby stroke of lightning. “Okay.” He obliged, but did not let your hands go. You smiled, a contortion of muscles that felt almost foreign to you, as you reached into your back pocket, his hand that still held yours following, pulling out your phone and earphones.

“You can listen to my playlist to drown out the sounds.”

His hand finally pulled away from yours, as he put your phone in his pocket. “Are you sure you’ll be fine out here alone?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” You retorted. Jouno smiled as he walked back to the car, faithful that the person who could stand their ground against the wrath of the sky would be able to deal with some crooks from nowhere easily.

—x—

*for immersion you can imagine your most recent screw up. lol

[strawberrylabs]

Can you do a Larry Johnson X reader with ADHD, Fluff story

(A bit more info abt me: I have style my hair in an Afro with bangs just above my eyebrow which is dyed black, I’m black but with light skin, I curse a lot and I’m usually seen as loud or childish, and I’m an ENTP)

And can it be in a setting where we go out to an arcade or smth?

Please and tysm!!

Arcade Date!

Larry Johnson x Adhd!reader

Im so so sorry for how long this took! Tumblr keeps eating my posts and I didn’t realise this one had been eaten too until today ;-; this should’ve been posted months ago </3

Anyways! Technical issues aside! Hope you enjoy!

“Fuck yeahh!! Beat that score Larry!”

“You’ve gotta be cheating! There's no way you beat my score! Sal! You’re with me right? Y/n’s cheatin!”

Said blue haired male looks at the two lovers hunched over the game as he sips on a slushy. 

He doesn’t know why he’s here. He knew you guys were going on a date, he just had to make sure you two behave and don’t kill anyone. He now regrets his decision.

“Uh.. soooo… Im gonna go over here”

“Hey- Sal! Get back here, don't walk away! You gotta help me beat y/n and their freakish hyperfocus!” Larry calls after his best friend before turning to face you, who was still clicking away at the game, unblinking.

“No fair! I didn’t know you hyperfixated on this game recently! You have ADHD superpowers!”

You chuckle

“Actually, I told you about it last week- Yeah! Beat the score again!”

Larry groans as he grabs your hand and drags you away from the machine.

“Alright! Next game! This time I’m gonna beat your ass!”

“Oh yeah? Not if I beat your ass first! I’m a pro gamer, you don’t stand a fucking chance!” You proclaim loudly, causing a startled mother to cover her child's ears and glare at you for your use of profanities.

“Oops.. sorry” You give a little apology wave as Larry laughs at you

You punch his arm lightly before making your way to a claw machine.

“Come on man these things are rigged!” Larry protests as you fish out your coins from your pocket.

“What, are you that bad at a silly game?” You tease him as you insert the coin.

You try your hardest to grab a little alien plush in the middle, but even when you grab it, it drops as soon as the claw lifts it into the air.

You groan

“This thing is so rigged!” Larry laughs at you again.

“Told you dude! Let me try” Larry lightly pushes you away to try win the alien plush.

After way too many attempts, and lots of money spent on the claw machine, Larry manages to hook the claw on the tag of the alien.

You both gasp and you grab Larry’s arm as the claw moves to the slot in the corner, waiting with held breaths.

When the alien drops in the prize box you both scream and start jumping while pushing each other back and forth, earning you some strange looks from people nearby.

“Yes! You did it!” You laugh

“That I did. I believe you owe me an apology” Larry grins at you

“Ugh, fine. Maybe you’re not as crappy at games as I thought.” 

Satisfied, Larry grabs out the alien and looks at you before handing it over.

“For you, milady” He dramatically bows while putting on a silly accent.

You laugh “You’re so cliche”

He stands up straight and smiles as he pulls you into him for a hug.

You both freeze as you hear a camera shutter.

“Nice, can’t wait to show this to the rest of the gang.” 

You turn around to see Sal standing there with his phone, pointing it at the two of you.

“Sal! You prick! Give me that phone!”

“Dammit Sal! Get back here!”

You and Larry proceed to chase a laughing Sal around the arcade before the three of you are told to leave by the employees.

“This is why I can’t let you two go anywhere unsupervised.” Sal tuts

“Excuse you! If you hadn’t taken that photo, we wouldn’t have been kicked out!” Larry nods his head at your statement

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Sal don’t gaslight us!” 

 Cue you and Larry yet again chasing Sal back to the apartments.

Little did you know, Sal posted the photo, and a video of you two chasing him to a group chat with the gang.

Sally Face: *1 photo and 1 video* Yeah, they’re definitely made for each other.

I hope you enjoyed it!

-Strawberry🍓

Masterlist

Rules

[wonijin]

HOTSHOT (R U NEXT/READER)

survival shows are hard as it is. why must you make it more complicated for yourself and entangle intense feelings with vulnerable emotions. but it wasn't your fault, they fell prey to you one by one, all by themselves. maybe you weren't the fool in this mess after all.

TAGS: 3.3k words. series. chapter one. mostly fluff and angst with a little spiciness. reader is very gay and get girls left and right. "everybody falls for y/n" type of fic. reader is also a walking red flag.

WARNINGS: the setting is a survival show so its bound to have kinda depressing themes.

“when will we have female idols as special coaches. i’ll be so motivated if somebody like newjeans minji coaches me,” you voiced as you plop down at the staircase.

the trainees assume their places at the foot of the staircase forming three rows. it was only a matter of time until you get called one by one to come through the orange curtain and pick; vocal or dance.

you sit between jiwoo and jeemin. the latter intertwining your arms, as she lights the room up with her smile. both of them looking at you as you confess your wishful thoughts.

“why would you want someone pretty when you already have me,” jiwoo asks, sending her sharp gaze to you. she raise an eyebrow and you look away, swallowing your saliva.

these kinds of comments from her were nothing new. you should’ve been used to it by now but you find yourself loss for words each time. she’s always been the type to blurt out these kind of comments without thinking of the implication. maybe she does and she just fakes innocence to not deal with the consequences.

before you could rack your malfunctioning brain for a verbal reply, jeemin saved you the trouble and changed the topic. “what will you guys pick? i’m leaning towards dance.”

“you’ll do great in dance. for me, i’m gonna be safe and pick vocal,” jiwoo answered. “what about you?” she added, looping her arms around yours. the sudden proximity would’ve been fine any other time but her remark earlier kept you on your toes.

“me? i don’t really have much of a choice, you know,” you say, pointing to your grey badge with a huge silver “L”. low levels don’t get to choose, they only get the higher level trainees’ leftovers. cruel but you were confident in your abilities to stay afloat whichever category landed at your feet.

“you’re so dramatic. there’s only two options, im sure you’ll get to choose,” jiwoo reassures you after giggling at your antics.

“choose dance so we can be on the same team,” jeemin clutch your arms tighter and starts to shake it lightly as if it would persuade you.

“or i could end up competing against you. no, thank you,” you pull your away from her grasp only to reconnect your hands together.

jeemin pouts in return and your stomach clench looking at her. somewhere deep inside you had the urge to kiss it away. which you find weird because why would you want to kiss your friend. yes, she’s cute. but why would you want to do that. friends don’t do that.

before you get swallowed by your thoughts you hear jeemin’s name get called. it was time for her to choose. she gave your hand one last squeeze before bidding both you and jiwoo good lucks and good byes.

“choose vocals,” jiwoo whispers next to you after a few seconds.

jiwoo is always the type to be assertive but never aggressive. she’ll always be commanding but leave just enough room for you to pull away if you want to. but you don’t think you ever will. you like that side of her. and its son jiwoo, only fools dare to refuse her.

“i don’t know, maybe,” you whisper back playfully, keeping your head faced forward while you still feel jiwoo’s gaze on the side of your head.

jiwoo scooches closer and nudges her head onto your shoulder. to the untrained eye, it must’ve looked like jiwoo’s just clinging onto you. well, its technically right but something in you screams that its not just simple ‘clinginess’. “come on. wouldn’t you like to be teams with me? it’ll be fun.”

you would’ve answered. although, you didn’t know what but you would’ve blurted out. but before you could open your mouth, jiwoo’s name echoed throughout the lobby. saved by the bell, again.

“well, i’ll see you on the same team,” she flashes a smile before walking away.

waiting patiently for your turn, you chat idly with the other trainees to pass the time.

you pull the orange curtain back to reveal the girls in lines. jeemin’s eyes caught yours and give her a smile. the girl in front of her, jihyun, noticed the interaction and waved. you mimicked before walking toward the board containing different stickers. two for dance and vocal each. one of the two vocal badges was for a leader position.

you look behind you to see who’re the other leaders. almost immediately, your scanning gaze locked onto jiwoo’s, as if she was waiting for you to turn around just so she can meet your eyes.

the eye contact lasted for a split second before you turned around and grab the vocal position. the normal one, without the leader position.

jiwoo stands in front with yunah and jeongeun next to her. on her farthest left is yewon, another leader.

you stand in a line together with the other trainees who chose the same category as you, waiting for your name to get called by either of the two. beside you is wonhee and seoyeon. suddenly, anxiousness plagues your insides as you realize you’d be either in the same team as them or end up competing against them.

“so, jiwoo its your turn to pick next. who will it be?”

your eyes avoided jiwoo. you were afraid that desperation would be seen as plain as day on your face and holding eye contact with her would solidify that.

so you turn your attention to the person in front of you. which happened to be minju. her face morphs into confusion at your sudden focus in her. you only smile and minju furrows her eyes in turn. the action only made your smile wider, ‘how cute’.

“y/n.”

jiwoo’s voice broke both you and minju out of your trance. and it took you a second to understand that jiwoo wants you on her team. you look back at jiwoo to meet her unreadable face, her gaze going from minju to you.

“you looked worried there for a second,” yunah teases you as soon as you joined her and jeongeun, putting her arm around your shoulder comfortably.

“as if we’d pass up the chance to be with you,” she adds as she pinches your cheeks with her free hand.

“although, it looked to me you wanted to be with minju more” jeongeun added, joining in and putting her arms around you as well. while her other arm punches your stomach lightly.

“shut up,” you say, laughing at their teasing.

it has been a few days since practice started and your group has been going through some hiccups. well, its mostly yunah.

“yunah, you can tell me whats wrong. im here for you,” jiwoo’s words were nothing but soft and comforting. you were about to reach your friend when jiwoo’s eyes flicker to yours. ‘i’ll handle this.’

jeongeun and wonhee had already moved out to their own corner to continue practicing. you refused to leave yunah alone but jiwoo’s hard stare says all you need to know.

let the leader do her thing.

so, you distance yourself from the pair and roam your eyes around the practice room to look for something to do. you could use the time to practice, yes. but you’re sure that you would bury yourself six feet under the ground if you hear the song one more time.

the empty water dispenser gleamed at your search, the perfect opportunity to do something different. you walked towards it, detached the empty gallon and put it over your shoulder.

you left the practice room, heading to the cafeteria where they store the refills.

that is when hyewon saw your silhoutte from outside their practice room and called out your name. “y/n! what are you doing?”

“im getting refills,” you enter their practice room with ease, “bang!” blaring through the speakers yet nobody was really practicing. they were all doing their own thing, scattered across the vast room.

“great timing!” hyewon exclaims as she walks towards their own water dispenser. just like the one in your practice room, it was empty of any water.

“here! fill ours too,” she smiles at you brightly, her eyes twinkling in mischief. suddenly, her soft hands grips yours, the thin veil of sweat clinging on to you. she opens your palms and put the neck of the gallon there.

“what? no! you fill it up! its yours!” you exclaims as you take her hands and forcefully shove the gallon back in her grasps.

“come on. do me a little favor, won’t y-”

a cough intervenes hyewon’s pleading and forceful words. you turn around to see youngseo, who’s already boring her fiery eyes through your soul. then, her eyes travels to you and hyewon’s intertwined hands.

just like opposite magnets, both of you retreated your hands quickly causing the gallon to fall into the floor with a thud. you and hyewon both wince at the sound but youngseo however did not flinch.

instead, her gaze remained hot towards you. “i’ll be coming with you,” she says softly with her underlying firmness. her voice was always like that, sweet and subtly strong.

how you missed it. when was the last time she addressed you directly again?

“you don’t have to, i’ll be fine alone,” you convince her. it has been a long time since you both spoke to each other. truthfully, you weren’t ready to face her yet. its been too long and you have forgotten what being around her is like.

“no. i want to,” her firmness surfaced through her small voice. you decide that its really not up for debate. when youngseo has made up her mind, it’ll be hard to break her resolve. what youngseo wants, youngseo gets.

maybe remembering the feelibg of her company isn’t bad at all.

you watch as she picks up the gallon from the floor and head towards the door, you follow her until you were both walking in the hallway, side by side.

youngseo didn’t talk. as much as you wanted for her to say something, you knew she wouldn’t open her mouth unless it was to reply to something you said. or so you thought.

“how’s practice coming along?” her question puts an end to your thoughts. if you weren’t surprised by her accompanying you before, you were now that she was actually speaking to you.

“we’re…” you paused, thinking of the right words. choosing the right words carefully, you didn’t want to come across as overconfident. “we’re moving along, i guess”

you see her nod lightly in you peripheral vision. your eyes find the floor. there was so much you both needed to talk about. yet you were talking about practice.

“im happy you chose the vocal team. the world needs to hear your voice more,” youngseo’s voice flew like water against the air, natural and unwavering.

you snapped your head towards her and she turn hers just in time to catch the surprise look in yours, like she knew you were going to look at her.

it was the first time you’ve actually held eye contact after a long time. you drink in the familiarity you’ve lost and among it are a thousand words you can’t decipher. something flicker in her face before she breaks the stare.

“yeah, i just feel like i’ve been branding myself too much to dance lately,” you say, knowing it would end the conversation. a test to see if youngseo will surprise you again and start a new one.

but she didn’t. and the whole walk continued in awkward silence. so many unsaid words hanging in the air, the burden getting heavier each step closer to her practice room.

‘look, how about we just forget everything and start over?’

'we both know it won't work'

the past looms over both of you like dark shadows and you both know it. yet, youngseo did make any move to open the skeleton in your shared closet.

'let's talk, youngseo. you can’t keep ignoring me forever’

‘im sorry, i just need more time’

she’s ignoring it so why shouldn’t you. if someone’s going to peel the scab, it wouldn’t be you. you already did your part. a long time ago.

'i need space.'

‘you already got your space, youngseo. what about me? it's been months. if you've found peace then let me find mine!'

before you knew it, the door to her practice room is in sight. a part of you felt relieved to finally be free from her presence, while another part was longing to be with her a little longer.

youngseo stands beside it, holding the doorknob with one hand. she smiles at you sweetly. then waves at you lightly, “i’ll see you soon! good luck on your practice!”

the thoughts come pouring in as the door shuts in front of you. she was gone like she had never been there. you would’ve wondered if the last few moments were real if it weren’t for her voice replaying vividly on your mind. just like a melody you can’t get enough of.

just like that, you find yourself getting stuck in her web. again.

the following days went by quickly. but youngseo never once left your mind. you know you shouldn’t think much of her actions, youngseo’s too unpredictable.

after everything, why now?

“are you even paying attention?” jeemin’s whines mixed with the song blasting through the speakers.

it was late into the night and you decided to stay back with the tall girl to help polish her moves. you thought her moves were perfect the first time she showed it to you. and by the nth time, your mind can’t help but drift.

jeemin couldn’t believe it when you agreed after all the stage is coming up soon, there’s no time to loiter around. but she didn't have to know that you can never refuse her.

“are you okay? we can go home if you’re tired.” jeemin’s offer sounded sweet, she’s as nice as ever. but you witness the fire burning in her eyes, begging for her passion to translate into her performance. you knew it will never be extinguished completely, she was born to be a performer. so you let it burn you a little more.

“im fine, don’t worry about me and carry on,” you gesture for her to continue. and she restarts the song all over again. this time, you poured her all of your attention.

it was a wonder how your mind sailed before when jeemin is tight in front of you. her performance was impeccable as ever, the hard work and talent prominent in every sway and stroke.

“you’re off to space again,” jeemin narrows her eyes down at you playfully. her raspy voice was a blessing and her smile was godsend. an angel looks down at you.

“i wasn’t this time! i swear! i was just mesmerized.” your hands flew up in defense as you stand up to join her in front of the mirror.

“stop lying!” she smacks your arm lightly, her laugh gracing the whole room. you were glad nobody else was in the room, it made the privilege of making her laugh sweeter.

“fine then. if you were actually paying attention, at least give me some feedback.” your heart leaped at the sight of her crossing her arms.

“you were perfect!” jeemin let out a big sigh. as much as jeemin likes being praised, she needs actual feedback. something she can work with for these next few days leading to the stage.

“give me something more specific,” jeemin rolls her eyes lightly. but even then her cheeks stay up and her smile never faltered.

“well,” you think for a bit. “i liked how you start of the song. it really set the mood for the song.”

in front of you, jeemin’s pink turn a bright shade of pink.

“i think you also killed the omona part. you’re naturally cute so plus points for that. and then this move,” you didn’t know the name of the move so you demonstrate it to her.

jeemin bursts out laughing at your attempt. your awkward movements reflecting wholly through the mirror and you follow after jeemin, throwing your head back. “stop laughing, im not that bad.”

but jeemin continued giggling and so did you. the joyful sounds filling the entire space and drowning the faint sounds of the speakers.

you calm down after a few seconds but one look from each other sent you both into another spiral again. soon, both of you were lying on the floor, clutching your stomachs.

“ah- my stomach hurts from laughing so much.” jeemin blurts out between breaths and gasps.

“who said we’re done yet? you just made fun of my dancing.” you hands flew to her sides before she can fully comprehend what you said. another round of laughter echoes throughout the room as you tickle jeemin mercilessly.

somehow, she managed to get free from your grasp and now a tall baby is chasing you around the practice room.

jeemin catches your arm and pulled you to her, lightly but it was enough for your bodies to collide. she uses the momentum to turn your back to the wall, effectively locking you.

“got you,” she smiles brightly at you, a thousand watts on her lips.

the laughter comes to a gradual halt as silence blankets the both of you. her grin turns into a soft smile and her eyes felt endearing against yours. you couldn’t look at her in anything but adoration.

you anticipated it would happen. in fact, you hoped for it. but it still caught you by surprise when her lips press against yours. soft and gentle just like everything about her.

you wanted to press harder, for it to last longer. but you were already living in a dream and a second longer would be asking for too much.

jeemin pulls away in haste. you would’ve dived in for one more if you hadn't seen the panic flashing across her features. she blinks once, twice until the haze in her eyes clears.

she remained stiff for a moment. she looks up at you and the look of regret she gives you haunt you even after weeks.

“im sorry, i shouldn’t have,” she whispers, pupils still blown wide.

reassurance was a the tip of your tongue but you held back. but what were you going to say? that its fine and to just forget it ever happened?

immediately your mind reverts back to youngseo for a split second. it didn’t turn out well when you said that to her so what good would it do to say it to jeemin?

jeemin looks at your face, trying to make sense of your incomprehensible expression just to take a peak at your thoughts.

but each moment felt eternity to jeemin. and trepidation sets in her veins deeper and deeper until it roots and sprouts into anxiety. all while you weren’t aware of the consequences your silence had brought to her.

“jeemin-”

before you can finish, she was already out of door. from the practice room, you hear the echo of her dashing footsteps. as it died down, you were left wondering if you just let history repeat itself.

another friendship broken in the name of fleeting romance. but will this time be worth it?

[blueikeproductions]

Y’know the more I think about it, if EarthSpark has such an infatuation with the Decepticons, why aren’t they using Decepticons better suited to the story it’s trying to tell.

To me the Decepticons’ role really should’ve been a mix of IDW and RiD15. Most are left rudderless, cranky and confused, still willing to continue the cause and hurt people in an attempt to conquer. Some meanwhile are willing to work with humans in some capacity, good or bad.

Like where’s Sky-Byte, Knock Out, Clobber and Drift?

Never mind Drift’s Husbando thing with Ratchet, shouldn’t Megatron, as a GHOST operative, have his own little group of turn coat Decepticons who willingly followed him to the Autobots (and that it’s specifically ones who willingly became Autobots in past series helps this make sense). I get the intended idea was to make Megatron something of a fish out of water among the Autobots, but technically speaking, shouldn’t a few reasonable Decepticons have tagged along with him?

For that matter, where’s guys like Lugnut and Demolisher having an existential crisis over their leader abandoning them?

That’s gotta be fertile ground for shenanigans and character work with Megatron and the Terrans. I know they kinda toyed with it with the ‘Waves, but boy did they not commit to the bit.

I can also buy that there’s a few Decepticons that are trying to make due on Earth and even work jobs with humans, we’ve seen that before.

Not to mention Decepticons working with the human criminal element (or at least morally dubious types).

And of course there’s my personal favorite, the Decepticons doing whatever it takes to get off Earth.

Like really, the RiD15 Decepticons were able to build/repair ships using comparable human hardware, what in the ever loving skrud was preventing the ES Decepticons from doing the same. And don’t say GHOST, they’re too stupid to be a problem on their own without the Autobots. Maybe the Arachnamechs, but even so what’s stopping an opportunistic Decepticon from capturing and reprogramming them for their own ends?

The writers have such a fixation on the Decepticons, why NOT have this more nuanced take on them that ISN’T just purely making them into giant teddy bears. Fun aside, but they actually had those via Brickbear.

Hey ES writers, I know some of you are reading this, on the off chance you guys continue to write for TF in the future, I triple dog dare you to make a Brickbear Decepticon canon in-show. I don’t care what you have to t’do, you want teddy bear Decepticons? Make this work. The blue print is right here. Basically make him or her the Peter Puppy (Earthworm Jim) of the Decepticons: cutesy in beast mode, a monstrous Hibernation Sandy Cheeks in robot mode. You’re welcome.

The point remains that modern writers NEED to stop sympathizing with the Decepticons and stop writing them as misunderstood Millennials and Zoomers who need a hug. I’M a bi-slagging-sexual Millennial from the 90’s and I’m among those telling you to knock it off, most of us want fun villains who revel in being murderous gearshafts, stealing Energon from refineries and drop kicking cassettes cats. Not everyone needs to reform like it’s Dragonball or Steven Universe, and I say that liking Vegeta and Beerus.

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Merry & Bright"

Part 3 - Family Fun Night

Merry & Bright Masterlist

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Bucky x Steve

Tags: a/b/o, omega Bucky, alpha Steve, kid fic, Karens

Summary: Bucky and Steve go to their daughters' school play.

(If your name is Karen, I'm sorry and sending warm hugs)

Bucky’s been able to ignore the encroaching Holiday season for longer than usual this year. 

Between the warm-ish fall weather and his continuing therapy appointments, the ceaseless calls from his publisher and that guy from Warner Brothers, and the move and the overwhelming demands of a newborn, it’s just hard to believe that it could already be Thanksgiving next week.

Steve’s next text coming through just about drives a bulldozer through that delusion:

Steve: Hey, I’m at the store right now. You want me to pick anything up for this ‘Friendsgiving’-extravaganza? I know Jarvis said he’s got it handled, but I feel like we should have backups for the girls? Just in case Tony’s picked out some sort of weird, avant garde menu? Becs really has her heart set on pumpkin pie. And Sarah, well …

Bucky: You could ask Pepper. I think we’re safe as long as there’s mac ‘n’ cheese and rolls. Anyway we’ve got over a week to sort it out.

Steve: … Babe, today’s Tuesday. We’ve got two days. 

Bucky immediately checks his phone calendar, and sure enough, Thanksgiving is this week, not next. Fuck. 

“Ohshit,” he breathes, eyes bugging out of his head as he realizes that this means tonight is the school play, not next Tuesday. “Fuck. Shit!” In his hands, his phone chimes.

Steve: So, pie?

Bucky texts back a harried ‘yes’, thinking that he’s got to get his butt back to the tower immediately. He very suddenly has only about nine hours before his children need to be fitted with their (as of yet not even near-to-finished) homemade costumes. Becca’s paper mache drumstick still needs spray painted, and Sarah’s supposed to be a scoop of mashed potatoes that Bucky still needs to find something to act as the pat of butter on top.

“Jarvis, help.” Bucky says as he hoofs it back in the direction of the tower. 

 Jarvis’ voice emanates from his phone: “Mr. Rogers. How can I be of assistance?”

Bucky rattles off the craft supplies they’re going to need. “And if you know anyone on Stark’s payroll who’s good with a needle and thread, that wouldn’t hurt either.”

It seems like only yesterday they were dressed up as Buzz and Woody, letting Bo Peep and a very bossy Jessie drag them around from house to house. They’d trick-or-treated in the Cobble Hill neighborhood where they technically don’t live yet but will soon, once the house is finished being refurbished. Bucky had carried Gabe strapped to his front as one of the Little Green Men alien squeaker toy thingies, and Steve had pulled a wagon along for when one or both of the girls inevitably became too tuckered out to—

Anyhow, point is: it feels like they were trick‘or’treating all of two seconds ago.

And now Thanksgiving is in two days? What the everloving fuck?

Bucky spends a very brief amount of time that afternoon being irrationally mad at his husband, as if it’s Steve’s fault that his pregnancy brain has apparently extended into the postpartum period and allowed him to lose track of time. He grumps privately that Steve should’ve somehow magically known that he was mentally operating in the wrong week, and should have thus alerted him that the holiday was imminent! Stupid Steve. What the hell is the alpha good for, anyway?

Later that evening of course, he realizes how ridiculous that is. He comes to terms with the fact that he’s actually upset with himself—partly because of the mad scramble he’s left with to get ready for Coulton-Chestor Preparatory Academy’s family fun night, but even moreso because of the 5k he now has to face up to in less than forty-eight hours. (What real, qualitative difference one more week of jogging in the park was really going to make, Bucky can’t say, but he’d been counting on it to help him work his confidence up about the whole ordeal.)

It’s not like he wouldn’t back out of it if he could, but he absolutely cannot back out. This is the first ever Brooklyn Bridge American Heroes Turkey Trot, co-sponsored by Stark Industries and Barnes Prosthetics (yes, Bucky is the genius who thought it’d be fine and dandy to plan a 5k less than half a year after giving birth). Together, he and Tony have started a foundation for veterans and civilian victims of the regime years, to help provide them access to the high quality, bio-integrative prosthetics that Bucky’s company makes.

Since it’s not exactly cheap to weld a robot arm onto somebody, Bucky and Tony have partnered with Wounded Warrior Project for this charity run; done to raise funds for vets who don’t happen to have a spare ninety grand lying around to fund their surgeries. The limbs themselves are, of course, all provided free of charge by Barnes Prosthetics, and the overall costs are at least somewhat ameliorated by various amenities provided by Stark.

As the visible face of the charity, Bucky’s got no choice: he needs to show up, show off, and show support. He’s expected to be there to make nice with all the other amputees who’ll be running, and to show off how happy and perfect his life is now that he’s got the Asset IV prototype cybernetic implant attached to his body. It is a bitchin’ arm, and Bucky is excited to get to hand one of those gigantic cardboard checks over to the Wounded Warrior guys, but he really, really wishes he’d thought to postpone the Foundation’s first run until next Thanksgiving. 

At least he’ll have Steve there with him, he thinks. His Alpha has promised not to outpace him to any embarrassing degree, Darcy is fine with keeping Gabe until they get back, and Tony has even arranged to have the girls set up for the Macy’s parade with a disgustingly VIP viewing situation on Central Park West. But aside from those few hours on Thanksgiving morning, Bucky’s daughters will remain under his purview for the holidays this year. 

And the hubbub begins with Family Fun Night that evening. 

Bucky alone has to deal with Sarah’s anxiety problems leading up to the curtain call for this stupid fucking school play. “Hold still, Honey,” he begs, speaking past the safety pin he’s got held between his lips as he kneels there and uses both of his hands to try and do a last minute costume fix. “Sarah I said hold still.”

“Fix it daddy, fix it!” 

He’s crouched next to his youngest daughter in the school’s hallway, trying to better secure the pat of “butter” (a folded yellow tea towel) to the top of her not-so-great mashed potato costume. Steve is off somewhere with the drumstick, helping her to not be scared about walking out on stage. “Baby, please. I can’t fix it if you keep moving around,” Bucky growls, but his frustrated tone only makes Sarah get more hysterical about her role in the play being messed up by a floppy tea towel. She starts to cry about how she doesn’t want to do this anymore. 

“Sarah Winnifred, I swear to God, if you don’t hold still, you’re gonna have a new hole poked in your head!”

He and Steve sit proudly in the fourth row back and watch the play that their children’s overpriced prep school is putting on before it lets out for Thanksgiving break.

At the end of the final song, when all of the students are lined up on the stage like a demented paper-mache buffet of human-sized food items, bowing hand in hand, Steve and Bucky rise with all the other parents for a standing ovation, humongous smiles plastered on their faces. Steve tries to do a finger whistle with middling success, then he leans over to Bucky’s ear and cheerfully whispers, “That was so dumb!”

Bucky laughs, still clapping and beaming with absolute pride for his daughters. “Yeah it was friggin’ awful!” 

The curtain falls, and he and Steve exit the auditorium to go backstage and congratulate the girls. A very excited drumstick and mashed potatoes run up and start talking over each other to tell their fathers all about the play that they just performed. “Papa! Daddy! Did you see me?! Did you see my song?!!” 

“What about meee?!”

“Sure did, Becs. You were really good!” 

“The best turkey drumstick ever.”

For being such excellent thespians and to celebrate their acting debut, they present the girls with two foil-wrapped tulips that they bought out in the lobby. Becca especially, seems very proud of her flower, twirling in her drumstick costume and holding it to her nose again and again. Bucky’s smile wavers with emotion as he gets that warm, shot-of-whiskey feeling once again, and he remembers that Life is Good. He catches Steve’s eye from over top of the mashed potatoes, and they share one of those silent “I Love You” moments. Steve shoots him a wink.

It being family fun night, Darcy appears as planned and ushers the girls away to go change back into regular clothes before they head over to the kids’ party in the gymnasium. Meanwhile, Steve and Bucky go to the reception that’s been put together for the parents. Bucky isn’t super keen on attending, but he promised the girls that they could play games with the other kids for at least an hour, so he and Steve make an admirable attempt to mingle amongst the other parents.

Coulton-Chestor Preparatory Academy is an exclusive elementary school on the Upper East Side. Due to its sheer proximity to Stark Tower, and since bussing the girls all the way to Brooklyn for an entire year would’ve been too much of a hassle, Steve and Bucky chose to enroll them there. It’s only temporary, until the renovations on the Cobble Hill house are complete and they’re able to move back to Brooklyn. Bucky is looking forward to being able to walk his children the two picturesque blocks between their house and the neighborhood school each day.

But until then, it’s the more snobbish parents and overzealous PTA moms of Coulton-Chestor that he has to navigate at functions such as tonight’s. Bucky’s been taking some time off work ever since things got very pregnant-and-miserable in about month eight, but he still considers himself a working father, and as such there is an awkward disconnect between him and the more … involved stay-at-home parents who surround him at the reception.

At least there are hors d’oeuvres and cocktails, which give him something to do with his hands. Steve starts chatting with a few of the parents who are running the silent auction, and Bucky avoids getting drawn into bidding on overpriced theater tickets by heading over to the refreshments table. He’s just finished loading up on a bunch of mini quiches and cocktail weenies, when the one person he’d hoped to fully avoid at this function makes her attack. Bucky turns around with his little plate of foot and startles as he’s suddenly faced with a familiar, blonde-haired woman. 

“James!” She’s got a tea-length dress, an overly-whitened smile, and a ponytail that’s been curled to within an inch of its life. It’s Karen.

(No, her name is literally Karen.)

And in Bucky’s limited experience with her, she has an uncanny ability to make every social interaction the exact opposite of what Bucky would like it to be. It’s just a gift some people have.

She swoops in with two other omega parents by her sides, introducing them as “Jill” and “Nate.” Bucky plasters on a smile to match hers while she air kisses his cheeks in that way that rich people who think they’re cultured always do.

“You made it,” she coos, acting pleased to see him. In all fairness, she might be. Bucky’s never point blank told the woman that he finds her insufferable, and she always seems to make a beeline for the more well-to-do parents. Ever since she found out that Bucky and Steve not only rub shoulders with Tony Stark, but are actually living with him, she’s been eager to make Bucky one of her besties. “It’s been too long. How are you, darling?”

“Oh, you know,” Bucky says, gesturing with his plate of cocktail weenies. “Hanging in there.”

“And how is that gorgeous new baby of yours doing?” she asks, nudging Jill to announce, “James is married to Commander Rogers. They have three children.”

Jill and Nate make a polite fuss over that, while Bucky tries to act gracious and think of a way to correct Karen that “Commander” isn’t Steve’s title, and if he ever hears her referring to him as such, he’ll be offended. “How is your family doing?” Bucky asks, more to get the topic off himself rather than due to any real interest. 

Like most of the Coulton-Chestor moms, Karen is married to a well-to-do Alpha, has precisely one child, and spends her time trying to climb as high in Manhattan “Mommy” society as possible. Having a living child at all is automatically a foot up in terms of social standing, Bucky’s learned, and the moms of Park Avenue lord their accomplishments higher than most. Most times Bucky’s met her, Karen’s been wearing diamond solitaires with designer workout clothes and brandishing her own fertility like a damn merit badge. 

Karen brags about her son for a few minutes, and when it seems like everyone in their small group is necessitated to take a turn with regards to their own offspring, Bucky throws some random fact out about how the girls have been doing. Jill and Nate start gushing over Bucky’s grand accomplishment of having three kids, which is practically unheard of. 

“You must be so proud. How lucky to have three healthy children!”

“What were yours in the play?” Jill asks, and she seems friendly enough so Bucky makes an effort to tell her about how he’s responsible for the turkey leg and the mashed potatoes. She giggles and nods and says her son was one of the pumpkins.

“Oh, ha, yeah. They had quite the little dance routine, didn’t they?” 

Bucky’s smile turns annoyed when Karen feels the need to point out, “Yes! And your little Rebecca kept up alright, didn’t she? She seemed able to follow along with the other kids quite well!”

“Yes,” Bucky says peevishly. “She’s very talented.” 

“Isn’t it wonderful here? I just love how inclusive Coulton-Chestor is,” Karen simpers. She turns to the other moms and starts telling them about how Becca is in her son’s “regular” class, and how she’s always so sweet, and so helpful to the other students. She talks about Becca like she’s a little mascot, or a class pet, and it rankles Bucky’s nerve to no end.

Since the fertility crisis began, there’s been more stigma placed on children with any sorts of disabilities, and Bucky’s had to deal with a lot of thinly-veiled prejudice due to his daughter’s special needs ever since he started advocating to get her into the same high-quality school programs as Sarah. The public school system still hasn’t recovered, and with limited slots available in all childcare-related fields these days, people are more ruthlessly competitive for their children than ever before. 

“Yes, we like it here,” Bucky agrees. “Though we’ll be switching to a different school next year, when we move to the new house over in Brooklyn.”

“You’re not leaving The Tower?” Karen gasps, as if that’s the most horrible, ludicrous decision. Given that she makes it sound like Bucky and his family are choosing to move out of friggin’ Buckingham Palace, Nate and Jill predictably get curious and ask:

“The ‘Tower’?”

“Stark Tower,” Karen chirps, excited to tell the other two omegas, “James and his husband live there.”

 Nate’s eyebrows go up. “They live there. In the tower?”

“Oh yes! Didn’t you know? Why, they’re friends with the Starks.”

“Really? Oh, I’ve heard such good things about that Pepper Potts,” Jill gushes. “Seems like a lovely woman. How do you know her?”

Bucky smiles, pained. “Actually I knew Tony first. We work together.”

“You work?” Nate sneers. Bucky ignores him. 

“Yeah, I met Tony back during the, ah … well, during the regime years.”

“Gilead? Oh. Huh.”

(“Wonder what the Starks were doing, back then? Were they married then?”

“You never do hear what celebrities got up to during all that, do you?”

“No, you never do.”)

Bucky hums, not intending to get into a conversation about it, but Karen forces his hand by volunteering, “Wasn’t that all in your book though, James?” 

“Um,”

Karen enthusiastically tells the others, “He was one of those resistance fighters, can you believe it? That’s how he lost his arm.” (Everybody’s eyes not-so-surreptitiously fly to where Bucky’s left hand is sticking out of his sweater, holding onto the plate of hors d'oeuvres.) “And he was a vessel. His husband was one of the commanders down in Washington. That’s where they met!”

“Really?”

“Steve wasn’t a real commander …” Bucky hedges.

“Oh he wrote a whole book about it! You really must read it.” Karen rattles off the title and both Nate and Jill make sounds of recognition. 

“Ooh. You know, I’ve heard of that book.”

“Great,” Bucky mutters. He has to smile along politely and answer them as they start asking him fascinated questions, with Karen supplying details every time he tries to demure and change the topic to something less sensational. 

“He’s just being modest!” she simpers, laying her hand on Bucky’s arm in an overly familiar way. “James, tell them about how you were on the View.”

Bucky reluctantly does, and Jill and Nate nod along, enthused to hear about how he’s been on television and met the hosts of the show. “It really wasn’t all that exciting,” Bucky insists. “I wasn’t the main guest. They had, you know, real celebrities that went after me. Reese Witherspoon and stuff.”

“You met Reese Witherspoon?”

“No, no. I didn’t. I was only there for like, two minutes. It wasn’t even important.”

“Oh I don’t know,” Karen prods smugly. “A little birdy told me that Netflix was trying to buy up the film rights to your book.”

Bucky doesn’t even care, he openly shoots her a withering glare this time. “I can assure you that’s not true.” (It’s HBO, and it isn’t Bucky’s fault if she doesn’t have her details right.) 

Karen continues to gab to the other two parents about it anyway, insisting that some omega heartthrob actor whom Bucky has never heard of would be the ideal casting choice to portray him in the film version of his book. “And Chris Hemsworth. Oh! Wouldn’t he just be perfect to play your Steve?”

“Nobody’s making a movie out of it!” Bucky snaps, fed up with her incessant gossiping. “It’s not happening.” He looks around awkwardly at the end of his outburst, aware of Nate and Jill’s surprised expressions. “Um, I just mean: the studios were shopping around,” he mutters. “But I said no.” 

Of course this is very disappointing to Karen, and she tries to tell Bucky what a mistake that is, talking about how interested everybody would be in the subject matter. “I just saw an episode of the Dr. Phil show where they were talking about it,” she says. “They had wives and some of those vessels on. Even a commander.”

Bucky hums dispassionately. “Sounds like trash tv to me.” He’ll be damned if he lets Karen know he was asked onto that program as well. “Just people trying to make a spectacle out of it.”

Karen titters awkwardly and agrees, but Bucky can tell that she’s annoyed at him for shutting her gossip down. “Well, it’s all very controversial, of course,” she excuses. “And a commitment like that would just be so much more on your plate.”

Bucky nods, glad that she’s dropping it. “Yeah. Exactly.”

“After all, you’re already a working mother,” she says, saying ‘working’ all hurriedly and quietly, as if it’s something not to be mentioned. “I’m sure you just want to focus on your family, now. With the new baby and all.” 

“Congratulations,” Jill gushes. “Did you have a boy or a girl?”

“A boy. Gabe. He just turned four months old last week.”

“Oh, how wonderful.”

“Another omega for your family?”

“No, Karen,” Bucky says, annoyance audible in his voice. “We haven’t had him tested. We’re just going to wait and find out the old fashioned way.”

“Oh. I see.”

They all seem taken aback, because it’s very rare for a newborn not to be tested for designation these days. Much to Bucky’s chagrin, gender roles only seem to be becoming more emphasized than ever. Jill chuckles awkwardly and tries to lighten the mood. “Well, that’s so progressive of you. Dan had our little Archie in an alpha playgroup by the time he could crawl, I swear.”

They all titter over that, and Bucky tries to scan the room for any sight of Steve without being too obvious in what he’s doing. He spots him over by the punch bowl. “Um, I’m sorry,” he excuses. “I think I see my husband calling me.” He starts to make his escape, but Karen grabs him just as he’s turning.

“Oh, James, wait! We wanted to ask if you’d help us plan the Winter Gala.”

“Oh, I uh.”

“We’re going to have the children do a nativity scene. And I was thinking a candlelight service. Wouldn’t that just be picturesque?”

Bucky makes a face. “Sorry, Karen. My family isn’t very religious.”

“Oh, no but it’ll be interdenominational!” she insists with a big grin. “You celebrate Christmas, of course!”

“No.”

“... No?” 

“Not really,” Bucky grunts. “I mean, we do a tree and a menorah and all that, but ..."

“Menorah?” she says, and the way she squinches her eyes sets Bucky’s nerves on edge. “You’re not Jewish?”

Bucky pulls his arm back to himself. “Culturally, yes. Steve’s family is Catholic, mine’s Jewish. But we’ve decided that organized religion isn’t what’s right for our family.”

“Oh! But you can still come to the church service!” Karen says brightly. “It’ll be—”

“We’re not religious,” Bucky blurts out, sick of stepping around the issue and having lost his patience. He’s tired of politely fielding other people’s invitations for him and his husband and children to come and check out ‘this congregation’ or that, and figures he’ll just squash any chance there might be of him actually getting roped into planning holiday festivities with the Coulton-Chestor evangelical set. “We’re pretty much raising the girls Atheist,” he tells Karen, watching as her smile flickers like a bulb hanging on by its very last filament. He feels a degree of nasty satisfaction at having perturbed her. 

Disturbingly, the Christian Right has continued to grow in popularity—culturally, if not politically—these past few years, and Bucky has very little tolerance for it (he tried to show tolerance before the regime, and look how that ended up). He knows his family is in the minority, and it’s very apparent how this information makes the friendly light in even Nate and Jill’s eyes dim somewhat.

“I’m sure you’ll plan something great, though,” he excuses brightly, turning around to go and find Steve and see if it isn’t too early to make their escape. “It was nice catching up!”

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Happy SatoShoko couples day/mid-birthday! Here's a ficlet on the house.

Fluff. Rated T.

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Confront enough supernatural horrors beyond human comprehension and you developed an immunity to fear—at least, Satoru assumed that to be the case, right up until he found himself face to face with the front gates of the Ieiri estate. Estate, not home, which looked to be in the full swing of preparations for a huge celebration. Everywhere Satoru looked, people were setting up things, or cleaning things, or offloading trucks loaded with things. Children—and holy shit are there a lot of them, Satoru thought—darted in and out of the chaos in a game of tag, oblivious to the scoldings and pleas to play somewhere less hazardous. 

A boy paused in his chasing just to stick his tongue at him. 

Satoru crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue back. The boy squealed  and scampered behind the closest adult, who had been in the middle of sweeping leaves off the pathway leading from the front gate. The woman laughed and Satoru was relieved to find he recognised it. 

Shoko glanced over her shoulder where the boy was pointing and smiled. She left her broom with the boy and walked over. Behind Shoko, the boy was now brandishing the broom like a sword, engaged with an invisible enemy. 

“Should’ve known you’d find the biggest kid here and try to take his spot,” Shoko said, arriving in front of him. She took his carry-on in one hand and his hand in the other and started tugging both down the path. 

“It’s about making a statement,” Satoru replied. “‘Quiet dinner with the family’ my foot. What’s all this for? You expecting the Emperor himself to show up?”

Shoko rolled her eyes. “We’d have brought out the expensive sake if that were the case. No, this is for you, loser. Take it in.”

“Feel like I’m missing a few steps here.”

“I’ve never brought anyone home before.”

“Oh?”  

Shoko smiled self-deprecatingly. “My great-grandmother, she’s got this… I suppose you can call it intuition. She’s never been wrong. She said the person I bring home would be my one and only.” Shoko briefly let go of his hand to put air quotes around the words. 

“‘One and only,’” Satoru snorted. “I take it this is an engagement party then?” 

She nodded. “My great-grandmother’s got a petty streak. For years I’ve been telling her I’ve joined a convent. Technically true. Sorry for getting you mixed up in this, but I’ve got an idea to get back at her and I think it’ll be worth it to see the look on her face when she realises she’s wrong for once in her life. I mean, she's not wrong, but I want her to wallow in being wrong for a bit.”

Satoru only took a few seconds to catch what she was tossing out there. 

“A public breakup party?” he guessed. He scratched his neck. “Man I dunno about that. What if she has a stroke?"

“My family will respect you if you go along with it, trust me. And if she has a stroke it’s fine; I’ll heal her.”

Sometimes the apple fell not too far from the tree, and other times the apple never fell at all, Satoru thought. “Would they really respect me though?” he said dubiously, because already so few people did. Somehow it stung a tiny bit more when it was non-sorcerers.

Shoko shrugged like that settled the matter and continued down the path. The boy paused in his sword fight to stick his tongue out at Satoru as they passed and Satoru, naturally, stuck his out in reply. Shoko chuckled and simply ruffled the boy's hair.

“Still… kinda feel like I should leave a good impression,” Satoru said. 

Shoko waved it off. “Don’t worry; we can get ‘caught’ making out in a broom cupboard after, promise. I just wanna fuck her up for a little a bit. Plus if you do this for me I’ll let you…” she stood up on tiptoe and whispered the rest, and Satoru’s ears were on the verge of melting right off his head by the end of it. 

Satoru did not need further convincing after that. In fact, it was he who led them down the rest of the path, a spring in his step.

Any and all fears neutralised. 

[raccoonfallsharder]

Chapter 14/20+. Window Across the Galaxy [added 9/27/2023 ♡]

girl falls first; raccoon falls harder.

She sighs - not heavily or dramatically. Not even reluctantly. It’s just a tired sort of exhalation, like she’s so exhausted her lungs can’t hold onto air anymore.  “I’m sorry,” she says to the windshield. Why does every word she says hurt so much lately? “I should’ve told you,” she says placidly. “I promised you I would tell you, and even Pete told me to tell you, and I kept putting it off. Because…it’s a long, dumb story.” A puff of a cynical, self-deprecating laugh. “And because I didn’t want to tell it.”

Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.

we remain in the angst for this chapter + about half of the next. then we're back in again two chapters out.

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General Summary~

Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best raccoon

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship. Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron. Chapter III. A Kindness.in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last. Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food. Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave. Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course. Chapter VII. I'm Here.in which we visit Knowhere. Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.” Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking. Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way. Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost. Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes. Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm. Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared. Coming soon: Chapter XV: Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly.

slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slooowww burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies). elements of hurt/comfort because rocket is the saddest-angriest boy. rating will go up and tags will be added to as needed.

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Snippet Sunday

@fangbangerghoul tagged me this week and I'm using this as my opportunity to share a bit of chapter 10 of Grav Jump Tango, just in case I fail at getting it posted today 😅 Yes, we're going to Neon next~

I can't think of anyone else to tag, pretty sure you got all the active writers I know right now lmao

Caught a little off guard, Sam polished off his awful drink to give himself time to consider that, trying not to stare into her eyes the entire time. The last time Cass thought her past might have caught up to her, she’d tried her damnedest to keep both him and Sarah as far away as possible. Did it scare her that much, the idea of going back to Neon, that she thought she needed someone else with her? Or—and it sounded both more likely and more concerning the moment he thought of it—was it less for her sake and more for Walter’s? Sam could see her thinking that way, that at least even if Ryujin took her out of the equation, Walter would still have someone capable at his back if he was there too.

“That depends,” Sam said finally, watching her closely as he did.  She was slumped on one elbow against the bar, looking almost disinterested if it wasn’t for how carefully she was watching him right back. Those green eyes were fixed on him and his every word like she hadn’t been drinking at all. Unsure which question to ask first, he settled for, “Why me?”

Cass’s shoulders shifted in a tiny shrug but otherwise she didn’t move, still staring him down like she’d declared an unofficial staring contest. “Well, I still haven’t quite told Andreja or Barrett anything that came up in Guniibuu. Not that I doubt Andreja in particular would literally kill or die to keep a secret, but you know. ‘By the way, Neon might be a little tricky thanks to all the people I pissed off there when I was hacking Ryujin or hacking for Ryujin’ doesn’t exactly fit itself easily into a normal conversation. So I figured you or Sarah made the most sense, and to be honest, I thought you’d probably be a lot less likely to judge every single thing I do or don’t do along the way.”

Sam chuckled and admitted, “You’re not wrong there,” then paused to process everything she’d said before that. “Wait, hacking Ryujin? Did you try to take them down after you got out?”

“Before,” Cass said with a smile that was suddenly unamused. She sighed and downed a little more of her terrible drink choice before continuing, “Let’s just say I got started as more of an… independent contractor in cyber running, and in that field, all roads lead to Neon. I’d broken into their servers a few times for jobs—dug out ways to disable a couple of their older neuro amps without blowing the damn things off people’s faces, things like that.”

Sam whistled to show he was impressed, but Cass shook her head. “No, trust me, that isn’t impressive. It just makes it even more ridiculous that I was as naive as Sarah once. I thought signing up with Ryujin would be my ticket to, I don’t know, legitimacy? Reduced odds of getting arrested, at least? Which I guess is technically true, but only because they have Bayu, the Syndicate, and half of Neon security on the take. Point is, I should’ve known better in the first place. Like a company that spends their spare time dabbling in rewiring brains to be more aggressive or convincing could be anything but a nightmare behind the scenes.”

“That just sounds like they hide it really well,” Sam offered, and she tapped her tumbler against the bar a couple of times as she seemed to consider something.

“If you aren’t paying attention,” she said after a moment, her tone surprisingly quiet. “But I suppose I wasn’t, at the time. I was young and stupid, and I didn’t realize it until I was already in too deep to walk away without getting someone sent after me.”

“We’ve all been young and stupid,” he said, and Cass laughed softly.

“Trust me, I was something of a child prodigy in making stupid decisions. Still takes a lot of effort to trust my own judgment, a lot of the time.”

Sam watched her empty her glass again, but for once, he wasn’t really seeing her. Because what she’d just admitted was important, he thought, whether she intended it that way or not. Not that he hadn’t had an inkling, after she’d expanded on how any member of Constellation could have a hand in screwing things up for her with Ryujin even though she admitted she didn’t think any of them would. Cass did actually want to trust them, then; it was as much self-doubt as anything else that kept her charming them away to safer distances. And despite how difficult it was to parse self-doubt from someone who projected confidence like a shield, it made sense in a convoluted kind of way.

And maybe, if she did in fact want to trust him, all those distractions she directed his way could have a grain of truth in them? Sam tried to bury that idea as soon as it reared its head. It was entirely too tempting to consider, because he was supposed to be not dwelling on how attractive she was and definitely not wondering if there might be a reason she tended to choose flirting as her preferred diversion tactic for him when he’d never seen her do that with Sarah or Barrett or Andreja…

Wrangling his thoughts back in order took a little longer than it did for Cass to finish her drink. Not least of all because this time, after she polished off her glass, her tongue dragged slowly over her lips in a way that was entirely intentional. Even her smile was coy when she turned it on him again.

[martianbugsbunny]

Who Makes You See Color (A CaptainCroc Soulmates AU Fic): Chapter 9

Hey, honeys, it’s Martian again! *hands you a cloche* *reveals what’s inside* *it’s Chapter 9 of my CaptainCroc fic!* It might look like I'm going for long-game angst, but hang in there. I think technically this chapter is on the shorter side, comparatively, but it’s still plenty to read. Tags: @wastingstarsss Enjoy!

Gold took his time getting dressed. He had an odd feeling of anticipation in his stomach, one that reminded him of the last few times Rumplestiltskin had gone to meet Killian on the Jolly Roger.

He had a tie he’d never liked, with a pattern of ship’s wheels on it. He’d considered getting rid of it many times, but had never gotten around to it. Gold doubted it would mean anything to…what was Killian’s name in this land? (Whatever it was, he wouldn’t care; probably wouldn’t even notice.)

The point was, Gold cared. And because he had kept up his end of the deal, nobody, not even Regina, had ever known that he and Killian were soulmates, so he wasn’t putting either of them at risk by wearing it. He wasn’t even hinting that he was awake.

Despite his slow picking out of his clothes, and the extra attention he paid to his hair, he still arrived at his shop precisely on time. He unlocked it and turned the sign in the door to “Open.”

Killian, on the other hand, was late. Forty-five minutes after business hours began, he finally appeared, his clothes wrinkled and his eyes bloodshot. He didn’t look well.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Gold asked dryly.

“Something like that,” Killian answered.

Oh, right. “I don’t think you ever told me your name,” Gold said.

Killian’s immediate response was peculiar. His forehead creased, and he glanced down at the floor. “I don’t know my real name,” he said sullenly. Gold handed him a broom, and he started sweeping slowly. “I’ve been on the streets since I was a child, and I picked up a fake name to keep myself off the official radar. Over time, I guess I sort of...forgot my real name.”

“I have to call you something. Just give me the name you have now.”

“Roger.”

He was named after his ship? Oh, that was just—that was ludicrous. Gold shook his head, sitting down behind the counter. “When you’ve finished sweeping the floor, go ahead and dust the lamps. Be careful with them, they’re breakable.”

The day passed without any arguments. It wasn’t like it should’ve been; Roger didn’t look at Gold with a mixture of confusion and hopefulness, like Killian had looked at Rumple, and Gold couldn’t think of anything to say. At least, he supposed, they weren’t fighting. That left room for being friends.

At eight o’clock, Gold closed his record book. “Roger, you can go home now,” he said, picking up his cane from the floor. “Try to be on time tomorrow.”

“Why are you being nice to me?” Roger asked, setting down his dusting cloth. “You’re a holy terror to everyone else, but this deal doesn’t seem so bad. What’s the catch?”

Gold held his breath. “You owe me now,” he said. “I picked you up out of the gutter and I gave you a paying job. Something to do other than fail at stealing and sit in a jail cell all day. I like having that kind of influence over people.”

Roger nodded. “That, I believe. Goodnight, Gold.”

It was true, Rumple thought as he walked home. Having influence, having control, was what he craved. But not when it came to Killian. He wanted Killian to wake up and remember who he was. He desired the match of wits, the synchronicity of their hearts, and he wasn’t sure he could live without it.

Who was he kidding—he didn’t just respect Killian, he loved him. He was tired of pretending that he didn’t.

Swan had better hurry up and break that curse soon.

[laxiflorum]

It is that time of year once again! Happy International Fanworks Day! This year has been even busier than the last one so just another reclist (that might be late) from me this year. Hopefully next year will be different.

This year’s theme is when fandoms collide – my bread and butter, really. So, without further ado, this year’s IFD reclist:

Alex Rider (AR) × Rise of the Guardians (RotG)

Kindling Wonder by control of chaos Beautiful and incredibly uplifting. In most fics, Alex is quite jaded and hardened by the things he’s seen from being forced to grow up too quickly but this fic reminds us he can still be a child – he can still have hope and wonder, remember the good times, dream and have fun. Despite everything he’s been through, he can be the kid he should’ve been allowed to be.

Rise of the Guardians (RotG) × Avengers

Clashing with Legends by routavaurio The two source media are blended very well despite being rather different in tone. There’s humour but also seriousness, the characters feel true to themselves and the fight scenes are easy to follow. Even with a pretty large ensemble cast, everyone got their time to shine. There’s also a sequel, Mythical Intervention, and both fics are now also on AO3!

Winter Gods by avearia This starts off funny and lighthearted, gradually layering in plot and as of the latest chapter (20/02/2019), hints of horror building up to quite the cliffhanger. The worldbuilding is intriguing, with explanation for the discrepancies between Norse mythology and the MCU’s Asgardians as well as incorporating backstory from the GoC books.

Alex Rider (AR) × Harry Potter (HP)

Harry Potter and the Teenage Spy by Rod I don’t know how to describe this other than it is quite literally, when fandoms collide. See what I did there? …Sorry. The first instalment is set during ‘Deathly Hallows’: what if Alex (and Tom and Sabina) was/were in the café the Golden Trio escaped to after the wedding? After this, well, you know how Alex is – can’t leave anything alone, has to see things through no matter what, casually popping in to fuck shit up – no, really, this series is literally just Alex inserting his sassy self into Deathly Hallows. 😅

Of Wands and Stun Darts (And All the Things in Between) by tomaetotomahtoe This series is so sweet and Harry and Alex’s relationship is incredibly tender. The parallels are drawn between them in such a way that highlights the similarities in their personalities without making them carbon copies of each other. They’re so soft with each other – they’re also mutually pining away for each other 🤭. You’ll be giggling over these adorably silly boys.

Miraculous Ladybug (ML) × Avengers

What the Cat Dragged In by Kryal Tbh, I don’t really know what to say for this one other than it’s just… good. The way the world of Miraculous is viewed through the lens of an outside perspective is simply brilliant and the worldbuilding beyond what we see in canon is very clever. Adrien trying to figure out the physics behind the miraculous is just *chef’s kiss*. These two media were skilfully integrated and the characterisation is on point. Lastly, the tags – ‘the Avengers are not immune to cute’, they certainly aren’t! 😂😂😂

Undertale (UT) × Harry Potter (HP)

Under the Veil by poplasia I didn’t even know I needed this friendship until I read it. Sirius and Sans get on like a house on fire, the mechanics behind the magic are cleverly devised, the banter is hilarious and I can’t forget the puns.

Alex Rider (AR) × Artemis Fowl (AF)

Dead Man’s Party by thealphaaxolotl Post-canon strangers to friends to lovers!Alexmis featuring ‘oh my god they were roommates’, with your standard mutual pining as well as lashings of tension and angst.

Fairy Roses by crowprincess14 A short tearjerker as everyone deserves a little tragedy as a treat. It’s not specifically tagged as Alexmis but it’s definitely inferable. There are references to a canonical (but technically temporary) character death if you don’t read that. If you need comfort after this, there is a companion fic written by alexmis with a happy ending.

Alex Rider (AR) × Avengers

MI(6 Degrees of Separation) by mobilisinmobili Imo, anything written by Mobi is great. The source media go really well together and the characterisation feels natural. As always the worldbuilding is very well done, leaving a vivid impression of the gritty underworld espionage and crime both belong to.

Miraculous Ladybug (ML) × Undertale (UT)

Miraculous Tale by awkwardnarturtle This better fits the definition of a fusion than a crossover, honestly. The ML characters are effectively transposed into the world of Undertale without just feeling like an expy and everything comes together so well. Marinette and Chat’s relationship is delightful to read while the little hints of mystery here and there evoke that nostalgic eagerness to discover the game’s secrets.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica (PMMM) × Avengers

Incursio by Mr. Omelette The worldbuilding on the PMMM side has definitely influenced my own headcanons and the characterisation is rather fitting. Also, a family can be one American supersoldier displaced through time and two magical girls displaced across space.

Assassination Classroom (AssClass) × Boku no Hero Academia (BNHA)

Open Doors by NerdofSpades Another fusion for the list! This series masterfully blends the two universes together and Izuku’s character development takes an interesting turn as he is irrevocably shaped by the assassination classroom for the rest of his life.

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I posted 2,360 times in 2022

That's 584 more posts than 2021!

59 posts created (3%)

2,301 posts reblogged (98%)

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I tagged 1,096 of my posts in 2022

#gwynriel - 89 posts

#elucien - 75 posts

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#she couldve really used the fact that he has these regressions to connect to traumas in his past and have him criticized by feyre or someone

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

can i knee rowan whitethorn in the balls? i’m still going to give him a chance but holy shit bro. what crawled up your ass and died?💀

13 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

#4

I forgot to share this gem from my autocorrect💀

15 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

#3

Favorite sjm character?

oh damn…this is actually hard.

i hope this isn’t cheating but

TOG: Dorian and Yrene

ACOTAR: Rhys and Nesta

i can’t pick just one😩

16 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

#2

I had a thought...

You know the scene right after Feyre gave birth where Rhys and Nesta have that little moment of reconciliation?

It obviously was a powerful moment because they finally seem to be laying their weapons down with each other and they finally see each other as in-laws in that moment. But I also think there’s some symbolism in this moment too.

Rhys gets on his knees and bows to Nesta because he is obviously extremely grateful to her because his wife and son are no longer in danger. But then Nesta bends down too, I’ve seen some people interpret this as her bowing to him but I don’t think so. She’s going down to him to look him in the face, it says in the book that she studied what layed in his expression when she took his face in her hands. I saw it more as her getting down to face him then bowing. (Also why would she need to bow in this scene?💀) 

I think it’s symbolic in the sense that they are literally on the same level (both on the ground facing each other) which correlates them into finally seeing eye to eye metaphorically now. They see each other differently now and now their dynamic is going to be different in future books (hopefully). I think this would make sense because in the last 2 chapters we see they are finally having more comfortable convos (or at least alluding to that) when he asked to see parts of the rite and gave her and Cassian the House of Wind. 

18 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

my acotar unpopular opinions

I got bored so, i decided to make this, with some of these i use the word “unpopular” lightly 

i love all the archeron sisters 

nesta is my favorite archeron sister

i love feyre on her own and w/ rhys however, i do think acosf did her dirty at times

speaking of acosf...feysand was done dirty in this book. like what was the point of putting them through more emotional turmoil, especially feyre. it also went back on both feyre and rhys character decisions made in maf and war (im not saying that were acting ooc though) feysand deserved a peaceful pregnancy, which couldve happened in the background while nesta’s story still happened. 

which leads me to my next point, nesta deserved to not have her story be overshadowed by that shit baby plot 

the intervention scene should’ve only been nesta and her sisters 

my favorite characters are nesta, rhys, gwyn, honorable mentions are lucien, eris, cassian and feyre

this is probably rlly unpopular after acosf but my favorite bat boy is still rhys

azriel is my least favorite of the bat boys 

i dont think tamlin is a bad person and id like to see him get better for himself and others. i think he should get an arc

technically all the acotar characters are morally grey (well maybe except gwyn, emerie and tarquin..lucien too i guess)

i know there’s debates on whether rhys can be considered one but I think he is. the issue is sjm wrote the acotar world very black and white. sometimes she picks and chooses when her characters are allowed to be morally grey and this happens a lot with rhys (honestly with tamlin and nesta..etc. practically where we see odd double standards) this honeslty does a disservice to rhys’s character and the others as well

i’m not saying that tamlin didnt abuse feyre because he did but it’s pretty clear that he gets over demonized a bit

rhys may be one of my favs but im fully aware that he’s been abusive at times and isnt not a perfect character (clearly). i dont think he was ever meant to be technically.

i feel like a lot of the male characters trauma gets swept under the rug. (Lucien, Rhys, Cassian and even Tamlin) idk about azriel yet tbh

for some reason im obsessed with vassa and jurian..honestly the band of exiles in general. i cant wait to see more of them

i hope elain ends up with lucien and the band of exiles

i know a lot of ppl hate the idea of nesta or gwyn getting to some degree with rhys but i think it’ll be good for him bc they’d give it too him straight (maybe even elain tbh)

you know how cassian and feyre have special friendship as well as nesta and azriel...i’d like to see that with rhys and someone (most likely gwyn, i think she makes more sense than elain..plus they have more in common)

im not anti any characters. i like all of them but ill still call them out on their shit when warranted 

my least favorite character in general is amren tho

the most believable friendships in the IC are the bat boys (rhys, cassian and azriel) and cassian and feyre (maybe feyre and mor)

i do think azriel and rhys are in a rough patch atm tho (doesnt mean that they dont love each other tho)

id like to see feyre make friends outside of the IC (im not saying that mor has been terrible to her but she should branch out)

the valkyries definitely have a healthier full group

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Valentines Day Matsuno Sextuplets X GN!Reader

you guys were nice to me so i made this for u <3 thank u for all the kind comments iluguys!! plspls remember if yall want me to make stuff open ur mouths and praise me thank u!!!!! also its still february, it still only technically counts as late but not irrelevant yet!!!

OSOMATSU

Osomatsu isn’t gonna even pretend for a second that he’s not bitter and envious while walking through the streets. He’s kicking rocks, spitting just cause, glaring at any happy couple who dares looks in his line of sight. Where the hell are you? What’s the point of dating somebody if Osomatsu doesn’t get his fill and more on romantic holidays?

So he went to all of your usual hang out spots, your job, your house, your grandma’s, the grocery store, the laundry mat, the bank, the post office? Well, some of them aren’t your hang out spots but more like where a regular functional adult might need to go during a weekday…but you weren’t there at any of them! And you didn’t even call Osomatsu over to come play! What’s he supposed to do other than walk around stomping litter and making his hurt feelings everyone else’s issue?

Where’s Iyami? Where’s his brothers? Surely Osomatsu can rally a couple of them to beat the shit outta Iyami just for fun! Iyami probably did something to deserve it?

Osomachuu wants some chocolates! Please! Any! He lets out a giant whine so the universe hears, “Where’s my chocolate?!” Right in the middle of his anguished cries something hits him right on the back of the head with enough force to damn near crack his skull. What the fuck?! Osomatsu takes a pretty comical spill right onto the pavement and eats shit in front of a group of teenage girls discussing who they’re giving their candies to.

Immediately the sound of your laughter fills the air which causes Osomatsu to burst into his own smile when he sees what actually assaulted him. It’s a box of chocolates that has a clear markdown price on it that says it’s on clearance. Its base price was only 200 yen to begin with and on the package there’s a sticky note that says, “Made ya look! <3” and when Osomatsu turns around you’re pointing and laughing in his face.

You mock him for a few more seconds before running over and kissing him once on the lips. After that you raise your hand up to hit Osomatsu. He should’ve known not to go out with someone the same level of childish as him because when Osomatsu jumps you gleefully shout, “And two for flinching!” before smacking him on the back of the head twice.

After that you run away shouting about Osomatsu catching you if he can which leaves him dumbfound. “Sheesh…” Osomatsu smiles fondly in the direction you ran off in while turning the box over in his hands. On the opposite side there’s a limerick:

Oso’s are red

Karas are blue

visit my house

and you’ll cum too!

With a series of little dicks peppering it like they’re hearts. Osomatsu’s never felt so fucking in love when he mutters, “What the hell? We’re not kids anymore…” He’s definitely not going to let you get away with this, especially because you’re calling him “Slowpoke Osomatsu!” from half a block over. When Osomatsu gets to his feet he runs after you as fast as he can shouting some pretty juvenile swears. “That hurts! I’ll kill you!!” The second Osomatsu has you cornered you start making fun of him again.

“Oooh, you caught me! What now?” Osomatsu thinks about it before answering.

“I’m gonna rob you.” Your smile faulters just a second. “For my money?” Osomatsu shakes his head, “Give me the good stuff you have in your backpack.” It only takes a second before you shove him away, “Not until you answer my riddles three!” Osomatsu rolls his eyes.

“I said I’m mugging you, gimme!” With that he starts fighting for your backpack which ends up with Osomatsu getting his ass beat in an impromptu wrestling match as you scream about your riddles. Eventually a police officer shoos you both off with the threats of satiations and triumphantly Osomatsu steals the backpack full of chocolates and baked goods. “I let you win by the way!” You announce holding onto Osomatsu’s hand. “I was just tired and the sun was in my eyes.”

“You’re the biggest fucking kid I know and I know some goofballs.” Osomatsu shoves a brownie into your mouth when you try to argue your way out of it. “I thought I was childish but you take the cake. Happy Valentines I guess.”

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KARAMATSU

You pick up Karamatsu after the sun sets because you know ambiance is important for him; you decked out your car in all of the little things that you know would set the mood for your insanely romantic boyfriend. It’s taken over three weeks to obtain and arrange everything to make tonight oh so special for Karamatsu because you know an equal exchange is important. The last time Karamatsu felt unappreciated you woke up to him hammering nails into the floor. You won’t slip up again.

“Wowowow!!” Karamatsu gasps as he climbs into the passenger’s side and he gingerly touches one of the fairylights you strategically placed. You’ve got that musician he’s obsessed with playing softly, you’ve got your pair of sunglasses on even though God knows that’s a terrible idea. His silly little face is placed directly over your heart and fuck you’re cold in this tank top but you know Karamatsu’s love language is conceited and sweet so you’re getting points. “You did all this for me?” Karamatsu sounds earnest in his affections, “Of course! I even have a gift for you in the back.” That’s all you have to say before Karamatsu dives behind the seat and grabs the navy-blue gift bag. You know Christmas was only a few months ago and you kinda dropped the ball on last year’s gifts so you wanted to make sure at least Valentine’s day was special.

You hand sown a mini Karamatsu plushie and you can hear him gasping about the stitching. You fucking pricked the shit outta your fingers for months trying to get that embroidered rose just right on mini Kara’s back. “It looks amazing!” Karamatsu gushes before digging more into the bag, “There’s more?!”

“Of course there is! I am your ever faithful Karamatsu servant, so you know I had to return the favor and spoil my mans.” You’re so happy that Karamatsu instantly examines the blue carbon pocket watch and just watching his fingers gently trail across the inscription is so much. “This is too much! Please my honey, tell me there isn’t more in this bag.” Karamatsu eventually pulls the gift bag onto his lap and starts almost screaming in delight with each present removed.

You got his favorite brand of cologne, a new set of sunglasses, a custom shot tumbler with his face printed on it, and finally the thing you wanted him to see the most! “You didn’t?! Seriously – you didn’t!” Karamatsu very solemnly sounds so giddy but he’s holding up the Tenjin Works peacoat. “What?!” You’re thankful you didn’t pull off yet because Karamatsu’s hands tremble as he triple checks the tags.

“What?!” That’s all you get before you’re absolutely covered in kisses! Karamatsu tries his very best to say more than “I love you, I love you, I love you!” but he’s blubbering so loudly it muddles together while he shakes your shoulders. After a few minutes of happy sobbing and wiping his eyes Karamatsu tries his very best to save face, “I’m better now. Thank you, after today you are no longer my Karamatsu fan! I have seen the light and I underestimated your power, after this night I am your eternal beau! I live and breathe for you, there is no way to return this debt other than my life long servitude! I will worship you until my dying breath!” You nod along and buckle Karamatsu into his seat. “Sounds good, let’s go then!” When you drive Karamatsu to your house he’s even more shocked when you usher him into the candle lit room, “You shouldn’t leave these unattended!” Which is something so unlike him to say but you don’t mind it.

“Sit over there.” You point to the couch and go to the kitchen. When you return Karamatsu’s eyes are lit up like he’s a kid on Christmas before he bursts into tears again because he sees you have a platter of chocolate covered fruits. “Please my dearest, my heart cannot take any more joy! Allow me a moment to recuperate before I explode!” You feel like a bully but no, Karamatsu doesn’t get a moment to recuperate.

You walk over with a chocolate covered strawberry in hand, “I thought it was my turn to spoil you though, Karamatsu? Am I not doing a good job?” The second Karamatsu opens his mouth to protest you pop the strawberry in. “Happy Valentines.”

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My #1 post of 2022

girl its not the "puritans/anti porn/think of the children" sanitizing the internet. its the advertizers who dont want to pay for ads on porn sites. its the board chairmen, its the shareholders, its the people who have money and capital and its the hands that money exchanges through. its capitalism.

its NOT the person with PTSD saying "hey stop fucking posting sexual violence where i can see it and spiral into flashbacks for several hours and have serious breakdowns with its effects that last for weeks" but yall are stupid. Like incredibly stupid. Like impressively stupid and you've learnt through confirmation bias that your idiotic arguments are sound.

They're not.

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