#I got my last fmk ask one day and didn’t even know it

[woundedheartwithin]

Remember when folks would send fmk and three characters or whatever? What happened to that? Is that still a thing or am I just old?

[seokjinsonlyone]

so i got on tiktok for more than five minutes for the first time in like a month the other day and i saw they was doing this trend where it’s sorta like fmk but like husband, boyfriend, or sneaky link and i just wanted to add my two cents

namjoon:

this is your boyfriend

i know you may be thinking ???? boyfriend???? not husband??????????

but yes boyfriend listen we all know this man is brilliant; big brained and big bodied; cognitive skills off the charts; he knows a thing or two about a thing or two

however, he just ain’t there yet 😭 he don’t even got his license y’all gon flub on the contraceptives once or twice and next thing you know you strapping your kid into the basket of his bike so he can drop them off to school 😩

and his cooking……….. like watching this man with a knife gives me anxiety

he has a bit of growth to do but that’s why you date before getting married 🥳🥳🥳

y’all would go on the beeeest dates i’m talking museums, picnics, hikes, and yes bike rides

and like he’s just so sweet and thoughtful and he tries his very best to be gentle despite his destructive nature so it would just be so cute and fun for him to be your boyfriend

seokjin:

it goes without saying that this is your husband

to be honest ion even really need to elaborate on this one like…

he cooks; he cleans; he’s thoughtful, supportive, silly, will do anything to make you happy…

everything you could ever want and need in a man is manifested in kim seokjin

so just lemme tell you what this ^^ gif is this is like three months after you’ve given birth to your second child

he got home from work way later than expected he was tired exhausted really but still helped you with your new baby taking turns tending to them on and off all night

you had just gotten into a really good sleep when your alarm went off signaling it was time to get child number 1 up and ready for school

you groaned sitting up but before you could even get out of bed he was wiping the sleep from his eyes and telling you he was going to take care of it

“but you got off late last night and you helped me too”

he reassured you that it was fine and that he had it he knew how hard you worked all day everyday and you never got the opportunity to clock out

it was his day off anyway so he kissed your forehead and told you to get back to sleep

which was a bit easier said than done bc those two were like bulls in a china cabinet there was whining and scuttling all around a few disagreements on which outfit your child should wear and what they should eat for breakfast

but soon enough you looked out the window and saw jin adjusting his shorts and a few seconds later your child bobbling out after him backpack a little too big for their body before they walked hand in hand to the car

that’s… what that is… that’s your husband

and when i say your i mean mine that’s my husband

you can keep scrolling 😗✌️

yoongi:

husband <33333

like jin this man is the total package

he cooks, cleans, is loving and supportive, will take care of you emotionally, and on top of that he’s handy! extensive knowledge about interior design!

like if you want some pictures hanged or a shelf built or something this is the man for you

your lil bob the builder <3

like idk what it is with this man but something about him is just so soft and makes me want to love and be loved by him

like if this is not your husband this is your long term boyfriend you are dating him for no less than five years and when you part way you ain’t gon know how to live without him

so don’t leave

bring the documents he already said so

hoseok:

boyfriend 100%

hobi just seems so partnerable

i look at him and i see movie nights and pillow talk

i see cuddles and late night facetime calls

your own personal hope on the streets when he wants to loosen up or practice or relieve stress😩

you go to a restaurant and each pick a dish and share it with each other like he’s very much giving one milkshake 2 straws

or you two cook together side by side he’s chopping vegetables and cleaning while you’re sautéing and stir frying and what not

you go shopping with him and critique his outfits when he tries them on and vice versa

i don’t even know man i just see hobi and i think he’s flawless i want to give him the world

and i think about that time when he said one of his personal goals was to become special to someone 😭😭😭

so like girl get your boyfriend and just give him all the love he’s searching for all the love he deserves

jimin:

….sneaky link

look at him smh caught in 4k sending a “you up?” text at the tender hour of 3am

idk what to tell ya man he just ain’t bout it rn

he ain’t looking for nothing but fun

atm it’s just him and his bros

every once in a while he’ll go searching for a connection for a night or two

there may be a few repeat offenders a string of flings if you will but never anything serious

i can see it in his eyes everyone can really bc he flirts with every living and nonliving thing in sight

taehyung:

husband

now you may be thinking… is he not on par with namjoon when it comes to practical skills???

and like yes perhaps but he definitely is not as much as a liability

like i think i can trust him to open a packet of barbecue sauce without risk of ruining my outfit and like i know i wouldn’t fear for my life if he was slicing a hard boiled egg

which is not to say that i wouldn’t mind getting stabbed by joon there are certainly worse ways to go but that’s not what we’re talking about

what we’re talking about is tae and how i just know with him you’d be safe physically mentally and emotionally 🥺🥺🥺

and idk if it’s bc i done seen him in slacks one too many times but something about him just screams commitment

like he’s giving 401k he’s giving life insurance he’s giving condo in florida where you spend the winter bc your bones get too cold where you normally live

but you know what he’s also giving passion like you will 100% spend the rest of your life in love with this man

like in that picture it’s giving you’ve been married for three years it’s wednesday and he’s off so he asked you on a date

it’s taking you longer than anticipated to get ready you wanted to look pretty for him bc truthfully you don’t get to go on dates often as much as he’d like to

your hair and makeup is finally done so you find him and tell him you’re almost done and you’ll be out as soon as you slip on your outfit

he lazily turns his head to you and tells you to take your time there’s no rush and he’s just looking at you with absolute hearts in his eyes

you’re not even fully ready and there’s hearts in his eyes 😭 it makes your heart race and you can’t keep the smile off your face as you get ready for your date, for the rest of your life together with him

jungkook:

i know y’all gon hate to hear this one but… sneaky link

^^ that may be your boyfriend but you ain’t his girlfriend 😭

that is the face of someone you called and told that you wanted to stop messing around bc you was getting attached but he convinced you that it didn’t have to be all that and acted cute until you changed your mind

listen this man is in his prime he ain’t tryna settle down

the moment you try to commit is the moment he jumps out the window

and this is not to say that he’s not a good boy but like i’ve known jungkooks i’ve been friends with jungkooks and the second you try to take things farther than what they want that’s when they stomp all over your heart

however i do firmly believe that jungkook ain’t like them others he’s more than a good boy he’s the best boy

and if he like idk heard bells when you walked by or was pulled by the red string of fate or like felt the yearning or whatever it is that he done conjured up in his head he’d be everything and more 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[remmysbounty]

so we’re married now… // din djarin x gn!reader

so this is a little something I wrote last night... I know I usually write female reader stuff but I realized this one has no language pointing towards a specific gender so I figured I’d have it as gender neutral... if there’s anything that references to a specific gender on here though please let me know 🥺

also, i would like to note that i did not come up with this idea myself, i originally saw this idea on one of the FMK Fandom Trope asks that the wonderful and amazing @hdlynn​ (you can find all her amazing writing at @hdlynnslibrary​ ) and i remembered it today and decided to write this little fic to go with it. Here’s her specific ask where the idea was brought up (and yes it was in response to me) so in a way I guess you can say that this fic is in honor to her and her amazing mind and spectacular writing

ENJOY ☺️

You and Din had been traveling with Grogu for quite some time when the two of you finally met the Jedi who would help Din complete his quest, yet when the Child- your child- left Din’s arms you weren’t entirely sure what to make of the situation.

Somehow, the two of you made it back onto a ship and headed to Navarro with Cara until you and Din decided to continue traveling, only this time there was no quest to fulfill, no bounty to find, merely two people who clearly love one another enjoying the time they have together.

The two of you had been dancing around your feelings for one another since before finding Grogu the first time, but it took the whole adventure that he had taken you on for the two of you to even come to terms with how you felt- and soon the two of you were no longer friends, but something more.

“Din?” You whispered softly at the man laying next to you under the cover of darkness, “where are we going next?”

You felt his hand run up and down your arm, “Cara said she found another covert, and technically as Manda’lor, I should go visit them.”

“We don’t have to though,” you ran your fingers through his curly hair tenderly, enjoying the softness of his tresses.

Din murmured something in agreement as he snuggled closer into you, “You’re right,” there was a pause, “but they are similar to my own covert, and I’m hoping they could help me find the others.”

His covert had always been a topic of contention with Din, because even though there were times of struggle between him and them, they were his only family for most of his life. You whispered a soft okay and let the two of you fall to the darkness, relishing your time in his arms before having to start your new adventure the next day.

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It had taken a couple of days but you and Din had finally made it to this new covert. As the two of you walked off the ship that Cara had given you, it was clear from the way Din’s body loosened up that he felt very much at home… of course you weren’t sure if it was the other Mandalorians or the fact that he’d taken one of your hands from you and held it in a death grip the second the two of you stepped out.

Your eyes widened at the cacophony of colorful beskar surrounding you, merely brightened from the sun hitting them at every angle. You could hear the mother tongue being spoken with such fluidity that you only hoped one day you could make it to that level. Words that you recognized from Din’s own mouth, as well as the book that you’d been learning from reached your ears and you were ecstatic at the fact that you recognized them at all.

You’d hadn’t told Din yet about your progress in learning Mando’a, but hopefully with this new covert, you’d finally be able to show him what you learned.

The alor of this covert approached the two of you and you couldn’t help but notice at the way they avoided having you involved in the conversation- not that you minded. As you allowed yourself to admire everything around you, you couldn’t help but catch a few of the words exchanged between the alor and Din- specifically ner riduur. You knew what those two words meant, especially the second one, but you figured that Din wouldn’t have used such powerful words unless it was important.

Soon the two of you were lead to a room on the outskirts of the covert and you couldn’t help but smile at the alor as you entered. You were so busy looking at your new home for the next couple of weeks that you didn’t realize that Din was still standing at the door, his hand clenching and unclenching constantly. It was only when you finished going around in a circle that you realized what he was doing.

“Din? Why are you so nervous?” You whispered as you watched him from the other side of the room.

You didn’t need his helmet off to know what Din was feeling as the nervousness and despair came off of him like waves crashing alongside the coast.

Din mumbled something that not even the vocoder caught it only to repeat his words again, “They were going to put us in separate rooms, so I told them that- well that we got married recently.”

Your face flushed at the meaning behind Din’s words, but you weren’t surprised as you’d heard them clear as day, “I know.”

You wouldn’t have been sure that Din had heard those two words if it wasn’t for the way his helmet shot up, “You did?”

Your eyes founded safety in the floor in front of you as you nodded your head, “I’d been learning Mando’a after I found a book on the language in a marketplace on day… I- I wanted to surprise you.”

Soon the sight of the floor was replaced by a pair of black boots, and a leather glove softly cupped your cheek before bringing your face up to face a certain helmet, “That is a very nice surprise cyare, thank you.”

Your lips mouthed the words you’re welcome but you weren’t even sure if they fully came out, your eyes too busy searching the black visor in front of you for anything. Din’s helmet soon found its way to rest against yours, and that small act was enough to calm your nerves once again.

It was only under the cover of darkness where you brought up Din’s words with a simple, “so we’re married now…”

You felt Din tense before realizing that you weren’t making fun at him, instead relishing in the future that it brought you- even if for a couple of weeks, “Yes, we are.”

Your lips softly caressed Din’s body before finding their place in the crook of his neck, “Do you think one day we could be married for real?”

“How about tomorrow morning?” Din’s hands worshipped your body as he said those four words. “The sun rises somewhat late here, and we’ll get a nice view from the window.”

You smiled at the thought of being able to call Din your riduur tomorrow and actually mean it, “Tomorrow.”

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Translations:

alor: leader, captain

ner riduur: my spouse/partner/husband/wife

cyare: beloved

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Tin Man:  @captn-andor  @thewayofthemandalorian  @magpie-to-the-morning  @magicrowiswritingstuff  @booksmusicteaandanimals  @dinthisisthe-wayson  @littlemisspascal  @din-damn-djarin  @elysiansith @dincrypt  @ohwaitimthewriter @poesflygirl @lathyrusodorxtus @dindjarindiaries @dindjarinscape

[icecream-and-gadreel]

FMK Ch. 4: One last round

Series Summary: Gabriel is known for his cruel, oftentimes deadly pranks. So when you, Sam, and Dean found out he was up to his old ways again, you came with reinforcements. What should have been a swift victory turned into you being stuck in the wildest game you've ever played in your life. 

Summary: After Sam appears, you find a way to connect with Dean. The Trickster promises to be done after just one more game. 

Pairing: readerxvarious

Other characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, shmoopy shmoops, das it

Word count: 2100+

Eternity squad: @sheinthatfandom​ @greenshinigamieyes @lipstickandwhiskey​ @feelmyroarrrr​ @bcarolinablr​ @mrswhozeewhatsis​

A/N: I found myself wondering who was end game, and decided that @sheinthatfandom​ would be great at unknowingly choosing for me. Bahaha enjoy pals!

Masterlist

Sam hasn't stopped staring at the notebook since you pulled it out. He rakes his brow together, a perplexed look washing over his face as he finally looks up at you. You hop to your feet with a clap.

“Alright, no use moping around –”

“So you married me?” he blurts, eyes falling to the ground. “I mean, you wanted to?” he adds. You shrug, staring around at the blank walls. There has to be a seam. “I only ever married you, out of respect, you know?” he says, running his fingers through his locks. You grunt in response, hands grazing over the walls. After a few moments of silence, you turn your gaze to him, twitching a smile.

“I chose to fuck you the first time,” you say. Immediately his face flushes red and he stutters over unformed sentences, a permanent smile tugging at his cheeks. You both fall into silence, him sitting stone in his place and you trying to find a way out. Finally, after what seems like eons, Sam clears his throat.

“Was I...good?” he blurts, eyes locked on the ground.

“I-is that really important?” you squeak, eyes widening when your hand lands on a crack in the middle of the wall. You give it a gentle push, and much to your surprise, it begins to move. “Hey, come help me real quick.”

Sam leaps up, claiming the space next to you and resting his hands on the wall. You push with all of your might, revealing an identical room to yours as the wall screeches forward. No windows, no doors. The only thing that changes is Dean sitting in the middle of the room, his eyes trained on the ceiling. “Dean!” the younger Winchester grunts, jogging deeper into the room with a smile. He smacks Dean on the arm, frowning when he gains no response. Your eyes train on the notebook next to him, and you cock an eyebrow. Among two women you don't know is your name, 'MARRY' sprawled out in neat cursive next to it. You lean down and wave your hand in his face.

“I love you, Y/N,” Dean breathes, making your eyes go wide. Sam frowns, picking up Dean's notebook.

“He must be on you,” Sam mumbles, glancing between you both. “How the hell do we wake him up?” he adds. You shrug, flinching as abruptly, Dean pulls you into a kiss, his hands gently cradling your cheeks.

“Dean?” you squeak, trying to pull out of the embrace. Dean pauses, eyes flitting open and his hands falling from your face.

“...Oh,” Dean grunts, chuckling awkwardly as he pulls away from you. Sam stares silently, jaw clenched and eyes looking anywhere but you. “So uh...happy anniversary,” he says, chuckling and staring down at his hands.

“Anniversary, huh? It was wedding day for me.”

“Huh,” Dean grunts, a smile crossing his face. Sam clears his throat, holding up the notebook.

“This is cute and all, but we're still stuck here. Any ideas?” Sam says, pulling you back to reality. Trickster. Notebook. Missing angel. You need to focus. You stare around the room, wondering if any other walls will move when your eyes land on two more glittery notebooks.

“I think he wanted this,” you say, your voice a near whisper. The brothers follow your gaze. “Why the hell else would a wall suddenly decide to move?”

“Look at the brain on her!”

You whirl around to the source of the voice, wasting no time rushing the Trickster when you see him. He smiles sweetly at you, not even flinching as you begin hitting him. “Relax, I'm starting to get bored –” You punch him in the face, cutting his sentence short.

“Let us go! Stop killing people! You –”

“One more game,” the Trickster sings, waving his hand and making the notebooks fly open. You keep your eyes locked on his, shaking your head. “One game and you go home, and I stop playing with the townsfolk.”

“I don't believe you,” you hiss, gaining a hum from him.

“I like that about you sugar, makes you a lot more fun to toy with,” he coos. With a snap of his fingers, the notebook is in your hands. “I'll even make it less 'murdery' for you.” You watch as the words appear on the page, brow furrowing.

FUCK: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Gabriel

“There, now it's sudden death. Whoever you don't choose gets to sit this one out,” the Trickster says, gesturing to Sam and Dean.

“Who the hell is Gabriel?” you ask, eyes flicking up to the demi-god. He shrugs, wiggling his eyebrows. “A-and why is fuck the only option?” you growl, gaining another eyebrow wiggle. Dean huffs, throwing his hands up.

“Alright, let's get it over with –”

“Yeah, let's just, you know, and get home,” Sam cuts in, gaining a glare from the elder Winchester. Before you know it, both men are bickering back and forth, spitting out reasons why they should be the one you choose over the other. The Trickster watches on with a sparkle in his eye, a wide smile stretched across his face. Of course, he's loving this shit. You rake your eyes over the page, mind going back to Castiel. You have to find him.

“Fuck you,” you growl, eyes locked on the demi-god. His honey-brown eyes glide over your form, his tongue darting over his lip.

“Sooo Gabriel?” he asks. You open your mouth to speak, clamping it shut when he disappears.

Shit.

“Get back here you fucking coward!” you scream, finally gaining the attention of the bickering brothers. Smiling, you throw your hands up. “In case you haven't noticed, Cas is STILL missing!” you say, eyeing each brother before continuing. “I don't wanna fuck either of you, I wanna find the angel, alright?” you growl, gaining nods in return. “Alright. Last time I found him, I was in this fucking notebook.” You pick up a sharpie from the ground, eyeing the choices carefully. You tick off 'Gabriel', eyes fluttering shut at the lulling feeling taking over. “If he...shows up...I'll...” your voice trails away, and as you fall a sickly sweet smell fills the air.

–

You smile, rolling your head to the side as your lover rubs your foot. The smell of freshly baked pastries is carried by a warm breeze, along with the salty smell of the ocean. Your eyes flutter open, staring around the Cabana. Such a beautiful afternoon. As you lean up on your arms, you're met with honey brown eyes and a warm smile.

“Gabriel,” you breathe, trying to keep the smile on your face. “That feels amazing...”

“Yet you're thinking of other men, shame on you,” he says, poking his lip out. You frown and try to pull your foot away but his grip is too strong.

“What?”

“Don't play dumb! 'Castiel, Castiel I'm coming for you', Dirty girl,” he purrs, winking. You suck in a breath as Castiel's face flashes through your mind.

“No –” You kick at him – “I gotta find him,” you say, finally breaking free of his grasp. You close your eyes tight, forcing past the false memories. You pause, eyes shooting open. “Wait you're –”

“Gabriel, archangel, blah blah, come onnnn let's get back to the roleplay,” he says, wiggling his fingers at you. “I've got magical phalanges,” he adds in a whisper.

“Where. Is. He.” You stand from the bed and your silky dress falls around your frame. “I told you, I'm done!” Gabriel stares at you silently, stroking his fingers over his chin as he ponders your words. Nodding, he waves his hand, eyes training on something behind you. “Don't ignore –”

“Hello, Y/N,” Castiel's voice booms, making you whirl around. He eyes you up and down, forcing himself to look away when his gaze stays too long. Before either of you can speak, Castiel is ushering you behind him, locking his eyes on Gabriel. “You can't be this powerful.”

“Seriously, what do you see in this guy?” Gabriel gestures to himself, mouth agape. “I'm cute as hell, he's a talking piece of toast,” he says, pointing at the other man. “But whatever, you want him so bad, you got him.” With that, Gabriel disappears yet again, leaving you alone with Castiel.

“Wait!” you yelp, staring around the cabana with wide eyes. This wasn't at all what you meant. “Shit,” you groan. Sinking down to the bed, you cover your face with your hands, mind reeling and heart racing. Now what? Castiel sinks down next to you, patting your knee. You raise your head, eyeing the angel. He's staring at the sky, a perplexed look on his face. Honestly, out of those three, Castiel was one you could tolerate the most. Sam beat around the bush too much, Dean was far too willing to risk his life, but Castiel? He always felt different. He knew he didn't have all the answers, but for some reason, you always felt like he'd get it eventually.

“I'll figure this out,” he says, making you laugh. Frowning, Castiel flicks his eyes to you. “What?”

“It's like you read my mind,” you say. “Always focused on finding the answers,” you add. He hums, pondering your words.

“Is that a bad thing?” he asks, smiling when you shake your head. “I never stopped looking for you.” You tilt your head, silently urging him to continue. “I wasn't going to leave without you. Even if the Trickster is far more powerful than I imagined.”

“Chasing after the Winchesters per usual,” you say, a chuckle in your throat. He meets your gaze, eyebrows raising.

“For once, I was chasing after someone different,” he says. You share a look, your heart pounding in your chest as flurries collect in your stomach. Just as you begin to close the space between you, the room glitches, bringing you back to the warehouse. Dean is shaking you, with Sam giving Castiel the same treatment.

“Wh –” You cut yourself off, gripping Dean's arms as he pulls you to your feet. He smiles, giving your arm a rough pat. Sam pulls Castiel into a tight hug, letting out a short breath.

“Good to see you, buddy,” the younger Winchester says, gaining a grunt in return.

“Look,” Dean says, pointing over your shoulder. Whirling around, your shoulders sink, a smile spreading across your face. An open door. Outside is the Impala peeking out from behind a row of bushes.

“Oh thank god,” you breathe.

–

You sink down onto the motel bed, rolling your eyes at Sam and Dean as they bicker. The case is still open, Gabriel is on the loose, and nothing feels complete. You frown as the bickering behind you stops, turning to them. Both brothers stare at you silently, expectant looks on their faces.

“What?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow.

“So...given the opportunity,” Dean begins, clearing his throat. Castiel stops fiddling with the TV, staring up at Sam and Dean with a furrowed brow. “Between me and the hair model, who would you choose?” he asks, gesturing between himself and Sam. Silently, you stand to your feet, grabbing them both by the arm and leading them out of your room.

“Have a good night, dumbasses,” you growl before slamming the door shut. You shake your head, turning back to the bed. It's only then that you remember Castiel is sitting there.

“They can be a bit much,” he says with a soft smile. You nod in agreement, sinking down on the other side of the bed and twiddling your thumbs.

“I chose to kill you,” you blurt, squeezing your eyes shut tight. “I-it felt like the only respectful choice,” you add, voice small. He chuckles, shrugging.

“I never chose, I just wanted to find you,” he says. This effectively makes it feel like your heart it's going to explode.

“God, you're awesome.”

“You sound more like Dean every day,” he says, laughing as you playfully shove him. Castiel stands to his feet, staring around the room. “You seem like you'll be safe tonight. I'll be going.”

“Oh...yeah, right,” you say, standing with him and heading for the door. “Thanks for everything Cas,” you say, opening the door for him. He nods, smiling and pausing in the threshold.

"Of course," he says, chewing his lip. "I would have chosen kill for you too. Out of respect."

"Always the gentlemen," you giggle, rolling your eyes. He shrugs, gesturing to you. 

"The other options seem like they'd be much better with the real thing," he says. Your throat runs dry, both dirty and romantic thoughts coursing through your brain. Before you can think to respond, he's pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek. "I'm certain we'll have our time." With that, he disappears, leaving you with the implication of a future with him. For once, it doesn't seem so bad. 

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Gina!! This is such great news, congrats on your milestone!! Here’s a few for you! 🦁FMK - Oliver Wood, James Potter, Sirius Black // 🧡Ask me to compliment your blog and you! - I need some love right now! // 🔸Ask for a part from one of my WIPs - I want to hear all about your Fred WIP! Lots of love, @iliveiloveiwrite

Thank you so so much Millie! I’m am so happy for reaching 300 and I am even happier that I can share it with everyone :D

Rest of the replies are under the cut ^^

🦁FMK - You people do this to me on purpose, aren’t you? Of course you do, I did the same xD

Fuck - Oliver Wood

Marry - Sirius Black (The man owns me and he doesn’t even know it xD )

Kills - James Potter (I mean I don’t want to, but like he can be with Lily ^^ )

🧡 I will give you so much love!!!

I remember the first time I had any interaction with you was before I became part of the group chat. I asked to participate in your writing challenge, because I just loved your works and you were just so sweet about it. When I messaged Steph about my favourite writers and you were like Is this a dream?, it was so adorable. In my little head I was like, are you even reading what you write? If I had your talent, I would praise myself on a daily basis. xD

If I had to describe you in one word, it would be Prodigy. Like that’s just you :D

I feel so lucky to write Journey to Hogwarts with you and the girls. It’s more fun than I thought it would be and I just feel so grateful that we all get along well and have all these ideas bursting from us. It’s amazing! :D 

I am so grateful that I met you. I love how you talk about Yorkshire and I am having so much laugh when you explain to people to keep loving home-made Yorkshire pudding. Sorry, that one ask cracked me up on your tumblr xD 

I love how much fun you are and always available to help. I was so scared to ask you for pointers the other day, because obviously it was my part to write, but I was so glad that you helped me out, because I was beyond lost. :D 

I love your blog! It’s so neat and clear, I can always just wander around and I know I will find everything. I am loving how I just click on it and my first though is, Slytherin :D 

I am so happy to have met you, to be able to read your fics (even if I am a bit behind - 3 fics to be exact). I love your Draco fics and your redemption arcs, I love your funny comments, your random tiktok videos, your helpfulness, your love for Yorkshire and you know what else? That you finally got your cake xD I love you Millie!

🔸I want to hear all about your Fred WIP

Oh you little curious one! :D

I actually finished it last night so it’s ready to be posted. It’s titled “Obviously oblivious” I had a different title for it, which was Excited, but it didn’t really cover the main point of the story so I changed it. 

It’s about an obviously smitten Fred, a teasing George and an oblivious Reader who couldn’t even see something even if you showed it to them.

Here is a little preview. 

"You're exempt of our pranks and you know that." Fred replied, getting hold of the end of your hair, gently swirling it around his finger.

"And why is that?" You asked. Fred's hand stopped abruptly, as if searching for the words. You have never seen Fred speechless, but it made the moment even sweeter.

"Yes, Fred, why is that?" George quipped in with an even bigger smile.

I am so excited about posting my Fred x Reader fic. Dee said it was adorable :D

[mwolf0epsilon]

Just like how Keanu Reeves became a National Treasure™, Josh becomes a National Treasure™

Josh has a huge fan base that wholly adores him and maybe wants to marry him (At least in my fics he gets the respect he deserves).

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"Leo, when I asked for you to keep an eye on what's going on in social media regarding public opinion on the pro-android campaigns, I didn't mean this..."

The brunet glared In mild annoyance as Markus walked into the kitchen holding his laptop. His annoyance escalated to mild irritation when he noticed his Accord profile was online.

He promptly got up from where he was seated with the others, dropping his cards on the table on top of everyone else's (which made a winning North throw up her arms in anger at her sudden loss), and walked over to his brother to snatch it away from his hands.

"Don't snoop through my shit, asshole!" Leo growled as he set the laptop down on the table. "I've been keeping up to date with shit too, so don't get your panties in a knot..."

"Playing Fuck, Marry, Kill with a bunch of strangers online isn't keeping up to date with public opinions..." Markus groaned.

"Shit, they started a round of FMK? Nice..." Leo snorted before shaking his head. "But in all seriousness, that Accord server there, is an exclusive team of elite that I assembled for that little favour you asked. They're pretty good at keeping me up to speed on things... Sometimes shit doesn't really happen all day tho, so we get bored and discuss the finer things."

"Like Fuck, Marry, Kill?" North rose an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Yep." Leo popped the 'P' at the end for emphasis before beginning to type into the chat. The four androids noticed his chat handle was 'KingOfTheUrbanJungle', an obvious play on his actual name. Charming. "Usually it's pretty chill, unless there's been anything dodgy going on online. We got an expert keeping up with the shadier sort, and another that's been keeping tabs on android supporters and community modders."

"Isn't modding illegal?" Simon asked.

"Only because Cyberlife's pitched the hissiest of fits over their merch being potentially stolen and copied, or worse, repaired at home. Cyberlife hates DIY engineers and mechanics that have an eye for robotics...That sort of crap. They're intimidated." Leo explained as he left an inquiry on who the FMK prompt was for. "That's not even accounting for people who can't fucking afford their ridiculous insurance policies. You know they tried to bill dad after the cops shot you down..."

"They did what?!" Markus looked horrified.

"Yep. Tried to bill a bed-bound elderly man who nearly died of a heart attack. Dad told me they only got their tiny dicks back in their pants after Elijah Fucking Kamski rained hell on their parade since technically he has full rights to your software and design..." Leo shrugged "Score one for androids being property I guess... But only this once."

"Those sons of bitches..." Markus muttered darkly before the laptop pinged.

"Oh! Ooh that's a hard one..." Leo mumbled as he read the prompt, sent by someone going by 'LatinaLatte'. What an odd chat handle. "Damn."

"Is it celebrities?" Simon asked.

"Nope. She's asking out of Markus, Josh and North, who we'd fuck, marry and kill." Leo admitted with a grin on his face.

Everyone stared at him.

He gulped.

"...Obviously I would not fuck Markus...?" He offered "But I'm uh, not inclined to kill anyone so uh...hard choice?"

They still stared.

And then the chat pinged.

Someone going by 'LamentingMercenary' immediately presented their thoughts.

"Fuck North, marry Josh, kill Markus." Leo wrinkled his nose "Of course he would, what an ass..."

"Wow this game sucks..." North glared daggers. She was not too inclined with being the subject of someone's fantasies.

Another ping, 'LatinaLatte' this time.

"Fuck Markus, marry Josh, kill North." Leo read.

Another ping from 'MercifulDisappointment'.

"Can you fuck and marry Josh and kill both North and Markus?"

Leo cackled when 'QueenBitch' replied to the last comment with a clearly disappointed "No" while everyone else started laughing in chat. Leo nearly forgot he had an audience.

"Ok so uh, there's like a lot of people saying fuck and marry Josh...consistently." Simon pointed out. "Not one person has said kill Josh."

"It's rigged I tell you..." North grumbled. Leo blinked at her in confusion and then shook his head.

"Nah not really... There's like, a fan page of you guys, with polls and shit...Josh is like, #1 in all of it."

The others, including a very uncomfortable and flustered Josh, all stared blankly at him.

"...What?" Markus asked.

"You really don't know? Markus I linked you the damn Facebook page..."

"Nobody uses Facebook anymore!" Markus protested.

"Well fuck Markus, they still do and holy crap it's insane... Here." He quickly closed his Accord tab and opened up the ancient website that should have been dead and buried by now thanks to a lot of law suits, but that came back crawling from the grave every two years. Surely enough there was a fan page dedicated to the Jericho leaders and Josh scored the highest in popularity, with Simon coming close second.

"What the shit?" North gawked.

"Yeah... Crazy right? Makes sense tho, Josh is like...The perfect poster child here." Leo shrugged.

"How exactly?" Josh looked very uncomfortable.

"...Dude...You're nice. And nonthreatening? You help old ladies across the street, you're very gentle with kids, you help with the community..." Leo listed off "You're not... I donno, overly perfect and unapproachable. You don't openly fight people. You don't yell, you don't hide away at the tower all day... People get like, super nervous around Markus and North, and they see very little of Simon so you're like... The only Jericho leader they ever actually seen being a part of society?"

There was a collective silence from the four androids. They were stunned really, after hearing all of this.

It was a little hard to process.

"You're all doing good out there, fighting the good fight and helping who needs it... But yeah honestly you three are a bit too scary. Josh is openly kind and outgoing and that gets people more at ease..."

"So basically... People prefer Josh because he's just... Being himself?" Simon blinked.

"... Yep."

"...."

"To be fair, it's easier to get behind the cause of someone who reads to kids in his free time."

"I...How did you know about that?!" Josh frowned. He hadn't told anyone what he did with his spare time.

"It's on YouTube. Some of the androids at the tower uploaded videos of you with the kids at New Jericho. It's super cute dude."

"Oh god...That's really creepy! And embarrassing!" Josh covered his face with his hands in mild distress.

"It also apparently made a chatroom with 11 people horny for you." North pointed out.

"North, not helping!"

"Then stop being so cute all the time!"

"He can't it's in his nature." Simon shook his head sadly.

"Simon don't encourage her!!!"

Leo smirked as he watched Markus sigh and try to help mediate the ensuing argument, before typing into the private Accord server chat.

"Can we all agree Josh is like, a national treasure, and that deep down we'd all marry him?"

The chatroom seemed to wholly agree with him on that one.

And then 'G69D' commented.

"So would you fuck or kill your brother? I know for a fact you'd not go near North even with a 20 foot pole."

Leo grimaced and closed his laptop.

[izzymcfeegles]

Takeaways from Kamehacon:

-Meeting Geekdom101 while waiting in line for my pass. Super cool dude - you could tell he was having the time of his life.

-The Canadian cast panel was absolutely amazing. Peter Kelamis is hilarious and Scott McNeil looked like he belonged in a country rock band. All super sharp and funny guys. They went on a tangent and talked about James Bond for five minutes. We also got to hear Peter's take on Goku Black which was awesome. Some low key shade thrown at Sean Schemmel. Good thing he wasn't there.

-The Goku and Vegeta panels were epic. It's a shame Ryo Horikawa had to cancel at the last minute.

-The OG Women of Dragon Ball panel was cool until one fan asked who out of Chris Sabat and Sean Schemmel would they FMK. Tiffany Volmer said she'd kill Sean. Akward. Everyone hates Sean apparently.

-Damien Clarke and Sonny Strait's panel was a riot. Basically just them goofing off for an hour. Apparently Damien didn't know what a retcon was.

-Meeting Eric Vale who brought his daughter who has autism. He was such a sweetheart and his daughter was super cute. All of his proceeds went to ACEing Autism. Awesome.

-Met and got a picture with Damien. I told him his Imperfect Cell voice scared the crap out of me when I was a kid and he called me a baby. He signed my Togoru print and when I got my picture I thought I was gonna die when he put his arm around me. I look like a spaz in my photo. It will never see the light of day.

-Got a chance to speak with the Dragon Ball scholar Derek Padula. Super interesting guy. We had a discussion about character arcs and I ended up buying his book.

-Waiting alongside my friends who were getting Vic Mignogna's autograph for another friend. While I'm still torn up about the incident, I did think it was cool that he would get up from his table every now and then to mingle with the fans waiting in line. Even though I wasn't waiting in line, he waved at me and I hate to admit that I got a bit starstruck. That man has some dark powers or something.

Overall, it was super fun. Got to meet a lot of cool people everyone was super chill in spite of all the drama and controversies. Would go again next year.

[spacedemodulator]

Replying to "40 Queen Asks" by @sail-away-sweet-shishter

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1. Favorite Member of the band?

Can't you see that it's impossible to choose? But, uh, Rogerina is stunning.

2. Favorite album?

Whichever one I last listened to? Sometimes I think it's The Game or A Night at the Opera, but these days I often find myself turning to Sheer Heart Attack or Queen II or Jazz when I'm in the mood for some Queen. Just because I didn't listen to them *quite* as much back when I was a kid.

3. Least Favorite album?

Hm. Probably The Miracle, just because an album that begins with "Party" and "Khashoggi's Ship" feels like it takes a while to get good. But it's still good. (That's the thing about Queen: even if there's something I don't like as much as I wish I did, it's still kind of interesting.)

4. Favorite song(s)?

How much time do we have? "Save Me," "The Show Must Go On," "March of the Black Queen," "Tenement Funster," "Another One Bites the Dust," "I Want to Break Free," "I'm in Love with My Car," "Death on Two Legs" ... (takes deep breath) ... "The Invisible Man," "Staying Power," "Keep Yourself Alive," "Under Pressure," "Teo Torriate," "Flash," "Killer Queen," "Father to Son," "Flick of the Wrist," "'39," "Sleeping on the Sidewalk," "Love of My Life" ..... you get the idea.

And some rhapsody thing for bohemian types, you probably haven't heard about it.

5. Least Favorite song(s)?

"Jesus," because wait, what ... really?

"White Man," but I feel like I have to explain. I like the sentiment of the song: anti-racist, anti-colonialist, etc. That's great. But when I listen to the melody and rhythm, I feel like the song undermines itself by being based on the racist caricatures of Native American culture we see in old Hollywood westerns. And since the song doesn't have an ounce of irony or humor, the net effect of this contradiction is jarring and unpleasant.

But I almost never skip the track because hey, at least it's Queen.

6. Favorite era?

Pre- to early Munich

7. Favorite Freddie Mercury outfit?

70's Wings and kimono.

8. Favorite Brian May outfit?

Wembley style.

9. Favorite Roger Taylor outfit?

Rogerina OR cranky-old-man Roger in a nice suit.

10. Favorite John Deacon outfit?

From the video for Another One Bites the Dust.

Or...

When he's at a wild party wearing a cardigan in the background while Freddie is signing the buttcheeks of a naked exotic dancer.

11. Favorite Queen Story?

"Mister Ferocious."

Or...

How Queen blew away Live Aid by turning up their amps and, you know, rehearsing.

12. Do you own any Queen merchandise?

I think I have a bicycle jersey in a box somewhere that has the Flash Gordon logo.

And this isn't really Queen merchandise, but I have one of Brian's stereoscopic collections of the planets. I won it in a contest through Astronomy Magazine.

13. Do you own any Queen Vinyls?

The ones I bought as a kid are in a box in my parents' attic (if they've even survived). Now I just have the CDs.

14. Favorite Full band picture?

The outtake from the photo session for the Sheer Heart Attack cover where Brian, Roger, and John are laughing hysterically while Freddie is clearly trying his hardest not to lose it.

15. Favorite single picture of each band member?

The record sleeve that came with the Flash Gordon vinyl album with the lightning bolts between the individual pictures. Those are all great shots.

16. Favorite Music Video?

Does the movie Flash Gordon count?

Otherwise: "I Want to Break Free," or maybe "I'm Going Slightly Mad."

17. FMK Rogerina, Fredrika, or Brianna?

That is the correct order, yes.

18. Have you ever cried listening to Queen?

"Save Me," and "Teo Torriate" both get to me at times.

19. Last Queen song you heard on the radio?

"Crazy Little Thing Called Love"

20. Are you excited for Bohemian Rhapsody?

Oh my, darling. Yes.

21. Are you listening to Queen right now?

Uh...no. What the fuck is wrong with me?

22. What was the last Queen song you heard in general?

"Back Chat," from Queen On Fire: Live at the Bowl. In my car a few hours ago.

23. Has anything Queen related happened in School or at work?

Right before I went to college Highlander came out and quickly turned into a cult classic on VHS, so my college years were full of opportunities to introduce the rest of Queen to fellow students who'd just discovered that movie.

24. Do you have any IRL friends who are big Queen fans?

Yes, but I don't think any of them would bother to answer a survey on Tumblr.

25. Who introduced Queen to you?

My best friend when I was 10 years old.

26. Funniest Queen song?

Ogre Battle. Bring Back That Leroy Brown. Don't Try Suicide. Seaside Rendezvous. Death on Two Legs.

27. Which song do you listen to just for that part?

I'll sometimes listen to the Flash Gordon album and literally vibrate and giggle in anticipation for the whole battle sequence on side two that has Brian Blessed and the wedding march and "The Hero" and all that craziness.

28. Have you ever seen Queen live?

Sadly no.

29. Favorite Sassy Freddie story?

Kicking out his faithless boyfriend but keeping his cat.

30. Favorite Live performance?

It's a toss-up between Queen Rock Montreal and Live at Wembley Stadium. But there are other live recordings I haven't heard yet.

31. Have you recommended Queen to anyone?

Of course!

32. When did you discover Queen?

In 1980 I was 10 years old and my friend Keith got The Game on cassette. We wore that thing out. And then Flash Gordon came out, and I pestered my parents for the soundtrack. And then my uncle got me Queen's Greatest Hits on vinyl for Christmas. (And then, and then....)

More truth: at that time my family was living in a west Texas oil town and the only music I listed to was country-western on the radio and my parents' folk song albums. (And Star Wars.)

What I'm saying is, Freddie Mercury basically saved my ass from Conway Twitty.

33. Favorite Fan art? (make sure to give credit to the original creator!)

Definitely this art by @dungeonpeaches

34. If you could go back in time and meet one member of the band, who would you choose?

I don't really want to. I think I'd bore them all to death.

Unless...can I go back and witness Freddie's first trip to Japan? I'll carry his shopping bags.

35. Do you like Jimercury?

Awww, Jim.

36. Funniest post on Brians instagram?

Nothing jumps out at me, but he's probably stereoscopically fondling a hedgehog.

37. Black Nail polish for Freddie or White Nail polish for Brian?

Black on Freddie.

38. Which band member do you think would be mostly likely to have a tumblr?

Well Brian has had a blog for many years and an Instagram for quite a while, so I guess it would have to be Brian.

39. But how do you really feel about ‘im in love with my car’ ?

When my hand's on your grease gun, it's like a disease, son.

40. What song really hits you right in the feels?

The Show Must Go On. Teo Torriate. Too Much Love Will Kill You. Save Me. Loser in the End.

[stunudo]

Infiltrated: Part 3

I couldn’t find this gif while searching the Tumblr-loaded ones, but it is watermarked. Thanks to @spencerhellareid for the sly Hotch side-eye. xoxo

Featuring: Hotch x Female Reader/ Foyet x Female Reader

Setting: Season 4

A/N: I got an unsub fmk-type ask. So this came from that. This is going to be darker than any other series I have done. Hope you guys like it! The reader character has a name because she is protecting her identity. xoxo Stu

Warnings: Moral repugnancy and general unsub behavior. Also smut.

Series

Your name: submit What is this?

George had left the morning after the tenderizer with little fanfare. He relished in your wincing steps as you saw him to the door.

“Alright, Y/N, I’ve got some things in the works, but look out for a meet up in a week or two.” George watched you process the instructions, ensuring you were worried just enough to make his leaving a loss.

“If you need anything you know where to find me,” You held his gaze.

“Y/N, please, I don’t need anything.” George laughed in your face. “Ditch the burner, I’ll get you a new one.”

“Anything else?” You shifted with your hands in your back pockets, the skin still warm through your jeans. He didn’t say anything, but grabbed your chin, holding it centimeters from his face. He watched your eyes focus, listened to your breath hitch and became satisfied with his effect. He turned to walk away.

“Be safe.”

He didn’t even look back, but you could hear his guffaw bounce around the solemness of the drab apartment hallway.

A week after the midnight phone call, you finally crossed paths with the BAU again, in the flesh. Your team had been in the field on cycling twelve hour surveillance shifts, leaving your hours of mindless desk duties to be done at unlikely times. It was seven in the evening and you passed the sand-eyed profilers stepping onto the elevator.

“Going up?” Agent Morgan held the door for you and you gave him an appreciative tight lipped smile.

“How’s it going Turner?” Prentiss asked as she peered around Reid and Rossi.

“Have they developed an IV caffeine drip yet?” You joked, glancing over your shoulder to Hotch in the corner.

“Actually, Neonatalogists give Cafcit intravenously to premature infants to treat apnea.” Dr. Reid pointed out.

“So, can I get an adult dose then?” You asked.

“Oh, I’m not a prescribing doctor.” Reid grimaced at you. “But, it is just a different form of NoDoz.”

“Ah, well, I know that one well enough, it got me through my sophomore year of college.” Prentiss chuckled.

Their floor dinged and you leaned back to let them pass. You wondered what kind of horrors they had left behind their latest jet ride. Hotch was the last one on the elevator and something pushed you in his direction.

“Hey--” You caught his gaze and a witty smirk brought a sudden warmth to your cheeks. You bit back the pinching in your cheeks, “You got a minute? I want to go over something with you upstairs.”

He nodded, “Hey guys, I’ll meet you at dinner?” He called back out to his team. Rossi’s concerned stare bore into you as the metal doors closed. The atmosphere of the elevator had reached the summit of a roller coaster, your stomach fell as the doors parted on your floor. You nodded down the hall, leading Hotch through an unmarked door.

“Turner, what’s this about?” Hotch didn’t flinch at the surroundings. He seemed to think you had brought him here for discretion and not true privacy. You couldn’t exactly say why you were doing this, but slowly your body pulled you closer to him. He had a spicy aftershave that lingered on his collar. He froze at your proximity, but the lack of verbal explanation needed no follow up once your breath ghosted over his neck. His hand came out to clutch at your waist, protectively. You took in a ragged breath and knelt in front of him.

You found his belt as he let his shoulders fall against the storeroom door. Despite the looming stress of his last case and your waiting busy work, he responded quickly and impressively. His thighs were muscular and his butt clenched nicely beneath your finger nails as you took his cock into your mouth. He groaned a deep and pained sound; it had been awhile since he had such attention.

“Easy there,” Hotch gasped, stroking your hair from your eyes. You looked up at him, waiting for further instructions. His face was darkening with need and you improvised when he couldn’t form words. You built a steady yet lavish pace, swirling your tongue over his head with every few dips. You were getting incredibly hot knowing how wrong this was and how very much you enjoyed doing it anyway. This was not planned on, something that had gotten you into trouble in the past. Fuck the rules.

You hummed against Hotch’s length and puckered with the vacuum you had created, driving him further along.

“Oh Christ!” Hotch groaned, his knees bending as he added to your rhythm, he finally felt comfortable taking what he wanted. You enjoyed his pleasure more than you thought and his head fell back as he came down your throat. You finished draining him quickly, his hands fumbling with your hair and shoulders, unsure yet gracious.

You stood, as he put himself away. You leaned in before he could say anything.

“You don’t have to say anything, Aaron. This is doesn’t have to mean anything. This was--,” You locked on to his dark eyes, a smug smile creeping up your lips. “This was fun. Just friends. Releasing tension.”

He grabbed your upper arm before you could slip back into the hallway, his hot breath coating your ear. “I pay my debts, Y/N.” He never used your first name, it was almost a threat.

“And I collect on mine.” You replied, leaving the promise of future rendezvous  heavy on the air.

Hotch hadn’t sent you confused or suggestive texts, like most guys would have. He simply carried on working the case as you continued to consult whenever your unit could spare you. There was a big case in the works and your team was in the field or scrounging for leads with criminal informants day and night. You had learned what the phrase ‘dead on your feet’ truly meant. You gave up your night time shifts of tailing profilers at random. They were rarely in Virginia as it was and sleep had grown scarce.

When you dreamt you were always running, the air stolen from your lungs. You would pass indistinct people from your past as if you were running the Boston Marathon. But they weren’t cheering you on, they were mocking you. Hemmings was about ten paces ahead of you, smirking over his boulder of a shoulder. Then George’s voice was in your ear and the whole scene froze.

He was behind you, but off somewhere else there was an interrogation going on. Hotch’s voice was low and level and you didn’t want to hear what he had to say or the responses of his unsub. You knew who he was talking to, but you didn’t want to see their face. Suddenly your skin would burn and you would wake up.

You saw him waiting at the bakery down the street from your apartment while you went for a morning run. The bruising had lessened enough that you could run outside without drawing attention to yourself. It was a pain sparring in the gym, but the longer pants and baggy shirts kept your teammates none the wiser. When he had warned you it would be two weeks, in reality he had made it three. You knew better than to approach him outright, so you circled back on a usual path of yours.

He was sitting on a bench in a park, some place much too common for someone with such darkness inside him. He seemed unimpressed with the birds as he tossed day old bread at the hordes of flying rats. You stopped to stretch with the aid of his bench. You knew you looked appealing in your running shorts, cat calls were a hazard of the hobby. Having him appraise you felt intimate, like he was stroking you with one of his blades instead of just undressing you with his eyes.

“Everything pan out?” You asked, not making eye contact.

“It’s fine. How’s Boy Blue and his team of misfits?” George pelted a chunk of crust across the sidewalk to a massive goose.

“Overworked. They haven’t been home longer than two days since, we, since last time.”

“Since I fucked you raw?” George clicked his tongue and leaned back. He wore aviator sunglasses and a mean grimace. “Yeah, well, times ticking on Hotch’s clock, Y/N. Your new phone is in your car’s glove box. I’ll text you the details when we can, catch up.”

He stormed off as you held your knee to your chest, keeping your focus at a ninety degree angle from his departure. If you were being tailed, the two minute conversation could have only been seen from the way you had come. He was too calculated to be caught shooting the breeze. And you were too much of an exhibitionist to stop stretching as he walked away. You took a longer loop than normal to burn off your anticipation about his cryptic hints.

After a shower and a Hungry Man’s instant dinner, you strolled down to your car in the apartment building’s underground lot. On your passenger’s seat was an elegant shopping tote with a note inside. ‘FOR NEXT TIME’ in scrawled capitol letters. Inside the bag were leather straps, some bits of lace that may have been lingerie if there was more fabric and an empty knife sheath.

You almost forgot the real reason you came outside. You popped the latch on the dashboard. Inside, there was a black plastic bag with a prepaid cell phone and a pack of gum. He liked to keep the purchases less noticeable by putting multiple things on the receipt. You grabbed the bags and headed back inside. The phone hummed to life as you climbed the steps.

There were six text messages of incoherence before a date and time. It was the night before your next day off, sonofabitch was really keeping tabs on you. After two more messages with no discernible importance he gave you a location. He wanted to meet at the train station. What the hell was he doing?

“What the fuck Hemmings?!”

The rookie was late on the shift change and you had only an hour to get to the rendezvous spot to meet George. The newest agent on your team was a lot of things, but tardy was not usually one of them. You tried to keep your breathing regulated as the clock on the dashboard of the surveillance van ticked another minute. He was thirteen minutes late. Fifteen and you would have to check in with Headquarters, something could be wrong. But you weren’t that optimistic.

Your partner’s shift was over four hours later so that changeover wasn’t done in expected patterns. He just shrugged when it was seventeen after, you huffed and called into your Unit for a back up.

“This is Turner, Hemmings is a no show for his shift, is there a contingency in place?”

“Hang on Turner, let me talk to the Chief,” your SSA put you on hold. Great. The smuggling ring you were staking out was quiet and it was the middle of the day, what was keeping the idiot?! “Alright, Hemmings called in and said he is en route, sit tight.”

“Well, can I take the last twenty minutes out of his ass at least?” You were never late, it was one of your very few rules.

“Be my guest, but film it will ya? I want to keep that for posterity’s sake.”

“Maybe next time, when I don’t have somewhere to be,” you mumbled.

“Alright, check out when you can. Thanks.”

“Ten-four.” You gave an unnecessary sign off and proverbially sat on your hands.

Hemmings banged on the backdoor at precisely twenty four minutes after he was originally supposed to. You checked out of your detail and made your way across town to headquarters to get your personal vehicle as all Bureau issued cars were low-jacked. The extra trip was fraying your nerves at both ends. Better to be safe than sorry.

You hopped into the elevator and headed to your floor, it opened on six. Suddenly you were faced with a concerned looking Hotch talking to an annoyed Chief Strauss, you weren’t really in the mood to eavesdrop, but someone had called the elevator. “Going up?”

Hotch and Strauss both stared at you like an insect before their faces retracted.

“Keep me posted, Aaron.” Chief Strauss cut him off, stepping in beside you. She was back to a blank slate before you could ask her what floor she needed, but she said seven was fine. Sure lady, whatever that meant.

The doors closed on Hotch’s apologetic bafflement.

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Kpop tag~

 We were tagget by @briepark , thank you so much love! xx

M / R

- 5 favourite groups: EXO, Monsta X, SF9, Winner, NCT // EXO, NCT, SF9, Monsta X, Pentagon

- Ultimate bias goup and why you like them: EXO and I honestly love every single thing about them? They’re just the most amazing, humble, hardworking and loving boys I have ever seen and I have so much respect for them. They way they love their fans just blows me away and yeah, I could go on forever but then I would start crying and we don’t want that. I just love them a whole fucking lot. // Same tbh

- Favourite kpop meme: All of them are fucking funny,  but any meme with Sehun always makes me laugh // Hahahah I LOVE kpop memes so much! But this one is probably my fave

- Favourite picture of your ult bias: What kind of question is that, you’re gonna make we choose? Cruel cruel people. I’m just gonna go with my last lock screen as it always makes me happy to look at (and it’s Chanyeol, obvs)

I love every freaking picture of Jongdae, so this really isn’r fair... I would’ve chosen one where he smiles, but I couldn’t pick just one, so I’m going with this one from my fave photoshoot, like EVER

- 5 favourite kpop M/V s: Power (EXO), New Heroes (Ten), Blooming Day (CBX), Lucky One (EXO) and Newton (Monsta X) // Runaway - Pentagon, Baby Don’t Stop - NCT U, Power - EXO, Tropical Night - Monsta X and Shangri La - VIXX

- 10 favourite kpop songs: This changes like every day, so I’m just gonna go with the first songs that pop into my head: Power (EXO), Lightsaber (EXO), Vroom Vroom (CBX), New Heroes (Ten), Newton (Monsta X), Really Really (Winner), What U Do? (EXO), Mamma Mia (SF9), View (SHINee) and Cosmic Railway (EXO) // This changes a lot for me too, but my top 10 right now is: Everyday - Winner, Shine - Pentagon, Runaway - Pentagon, Unfair - EXO, Tropical Night - Monsta X, Baby Don’t Stop - NCT U, Horololo - CBX, GO - NCT Dream, Dejavu - Nu’est W and Watch Out - SF9 

- Favourite content creators in the fandom: Honestly anyone who takes their time to create someting for the fandom deserves to be recognized, but a favorite of mine is @noona-clock , so go check out their stuff! // Omg I love literally everything you guys out there create! But @incorrectexoquotes is fucking hilarious 

- Take your top 3 biases - fmk: I’m sorry but I’m not gonna do that whole fuck/marry/kill, it’s childish and stupid and you shouldn’t joke about killing anyone. But my top 3 biases are Chanyeol (EXO), Ten (NCT) and Minhyuk (Monsta X) // Can I just marry all my biases?

- If you could be best friend with any idol who would it be?: Minhyuk I think actually, we would get along great as we’re equally annoying // You got that right M! Mine would probably be Minseok, because he seems like a really calm person. Also, I get along really well with people who have bad humor

- Are you a soft or hard stan?: I feel so old asking this, but what does that even mean? // Both form time to time, kinda depends on the situation 

- An idol who makes you go into soft mode?: Any idol as soon as they smile omg I’m such a softie (but Kyungsoo especially has a way of making me squeal, I don’t know why) // SEHUN 

- Favourite vocalists?: Jongdae definitely and Baekhyun’s high notes in El Dorado... just wow // Jongdae 

- Favourite rapper?: If I didn’t choose Chanyeol here, could I even call him my ultimate bias? // Kpop has so many talented rappers! But to me Taeyong, Sehun and Zuho really stand out 

-Favourite dancer?: Anyone from the danceline on EXO (and I include Minseok in this, sue me), they’re so good in their own way and I refuse to choose. Otherwise Ten from NCT, he’s so fucking good. // Jongin and Hyungwon 

- Things you have in common with your ult?: I laugh a lot? And I’m told often I’m as annoying as he is sometimes (in a good way I hope?). Idk // I have a very loud laugh and I often whine

- The most beautiful trait an idol can have?: Good health both physically and mentally // Same as M but also their smile 

- Songs that always make you jam along?: Power, Mamma Mia and any CBX song // CALL CALL CALL! - Seventeen, Electric Kiss - EXO and Gentlemen - CBX

- Your worst wrecker?: All of EXO (especially Baekhyun), Kihyun (Monsta X), Minho (Winner). // OMG Lucas from NCT

- Any kpop concerts you have been to?: No and probably never will cause life sucks and I live in Europe // What she said ^

- Favourite choreography?: Blooming Day, Electric Kiss or Lucky One // Runaway - Pentagon and Electric Kiss - EXO 

- Favourite permormance?: The Power Live 170907. You could tell the boys were having so much fun and I just love it. // Wolf Remix from the EXO’rDIUM concert DVD

- Favourite debut M/V?: Uhm idk, I can’t really choose? // Gorilla - Pentagon

- Recommend rookie group?: I’m not really into that many groups, so I don’t really know how new they have to be to be considered rookie, but honestly any group out there deserves support and loving fans  // Again, what she said 

- A kpop song you could listen to everyday for the rest of your life?: I feel like I keep repeating myself, but Power by EXO  // Tropical Night - Monsta X

 We’re tagging: @ohsehuns @kpopismyasethic @happykjd @heylaybaeslayyay @kaichouchou and just everyone who wants to do it <3

[hyuwujin]

♡ random tag ♡

I was tagged by my amazingly talented hyunjin stan besties, @hyunjinh and @hyuunjins ! Ty for tagging me bbs, ILYYY!

1) 5 favorite groups?

Stray Kids

BTS

ASTRO

GOT7

BlackPink

2) Top 5 on your bias list? (no particular order)

Hyunjin

Yoongi

Vernon

Bambam

JinJin

3) Ult Bias group and why you love them?

okay,,,woah, this is reaaaally hard to answer bc stray kids came into my life recently whereas BTS has been around for about a year askasd Okay, if you asked me in December who my ult was, no doubt I’d say BTS. All of them are so hardworking and to come from a small label and be such a huge sensation? Imagine the amount of work that had to be put in. Imagine the sleepless nights and meals they didn’t eat because they were working so hard. Esp, with Burn the Stage on yt, we’re learning so much of their hardships during their trainee days and it really breaks my heart. On another note, their lyrics! They aren’t all typical and pointed toward girls and I love that! We have songs about society, hate, and government (i’ll get into stray kids in a bit) I could go on. I appreciate every single one of those boys and I’m so proud of them, even if i haven’t been there for them since the beginning.

Whew;;;

Okay now? Am i allowed to have two ults? Bc I also love Stray KIds with my whole heart. They’re the group, I’ve spent the most time and money on alksjsad I’ve been there for them since predebut and that holds a special place in my heart! Watching their journey from being trainees to debuting is really going to stick with me. I was there when minho and felix were eliminated i’m sorry for bringing this up agiksjdh and I WAS ANGRY AS HELL AND SAD AND WANTED TO KILL JYP. I was there when they returned and I remember my heart swelling to see them again. Overall as a group, I just love these boys so much and I’m excited to see where they go with their music. They’re already questioning society and the thoughts going through teens/young adult minds and I JUST LOVE IT ALDSKSD

4) Ult Bias and why you love them?

As much as i love love love love love Hyunjin, I think my ult has always been Yoongi. He’s the guy i literally handed my heart to askldhs BTS was probably the group that really got me into kpop and my oh my, Yoongi just came on screen and I was breathless. i’ve got a thing for rappers alright? dont @ me. Anyway, don’t get me wrong, I love ALL of bts but Yoongi has a special place in my heart and I’ll always know him as that guy who drew me more into kpop sdjasd I COULD GO ON ABOUT HOW HARDWORKING HE IS BELIEVE ME! 

5) Favorite Kpop Meme

hmm, fav kpop meme? I think i like jungkook’s “pardon” the most asldkjsd

6) Favorite pic of your ult? (I dare you to only pick one)

oooooooh, this is difficult. I love blungi (blue haired yoongi) with all my heart bUT WHEN HES BLONDE? IM DECEASED;;;

(not my gif)

7) 5 Favorite Kpop MVs

I tired not to repeat artists alksdasd

Euphoria - BTS

Trauma - Seventeen

Baby - ASTRO

Hellevator - Stray Kids

Hate - 4minute

8) 10 Favorite Kpop songs?

Go Go - BTS

Grow up - Stray Kids

Crazy Sexy Cool - ASTRO

As if it’s Your Last - BlackPink

Lost - BTS

Don’t Wanna Cry - Seventeen

YAYAYA - Stray Kids

Just Right - GOT7

Daydream - Jhope

Change Up - Seventeen

9) Favorite Kpop crack video?

askdhasd The reason I grew to love bts so damn much was because of the crack videos. Deadass, I spent my entire spring break of last year ONLY watching crack videos. Hm, i think my favorite has to be the “waKE ME UP iNSidE” or “When Suga forgot his SWAG” adkhas

10) Favorite content creator within the fandom?

I think we can all agree that everyone blog made in the stray kids fandom is talented af and amazing!!!

11) What fandoms would you say you’re an active member of?

I used to be most active in the ARMY but...ive lost inspo for writing buT I STILL LOVE MY BOYS. i’ve been the most active in th e the stray kids fandom, much more than ARMY, i can tell you that. For bts, i’ve written fics and done fake texts but for sk? I’ve done that AND made moodboards, video edits and some shitposts asldkjsd

12) Take your top 3 biases- fmk

F(riendly convo with) - Vernon bc he just seems so funny and memey and ilh

M - uhh hyunjin bc we’re the closest in age and um,,,i love him???

K - Yoongi bc whenever i see him i wanna punch myself in the face lasdjd

13) If you could be best friends with any idol, who would you choose?

He’s a bias wrecker and it’s Kim Taehyung! Ngl, i wanna marry the hell outta that boy but i think we’re more compatible as besties adasd He just seems like he would be my personal bubble of happiness and he’d be there for me when i need a good laugh or someone to vent to.

14) If you could date any idol, who?

Okay so he isn’t even my bias but Jungkook???? Idk i just...whenever i see him, my heart just swells and i just wanna hug him sometimes and he looks so cuddly and he’s so funny and memey and omg i need to stop. so yeah, i love jeon jungkook and idk what to do with myself....

15) What’s one Kpop album you think everyone should have listened to?

BTS - Wings (that entire album kILLS me)

16) Are you a soft or a hard stan?

uhhhh i think i’m more of a soft stan but i’m not toTALLY innocent as hell.

17) An idol that makes you go into soft mode?

Jeongin. Have you seen that bbs smile? 

18) An idol that makes you want to smash the empire state building with one single punch?

Definitely Jungkook asdljasd

19) Favorite vocalist?

Kim Taehyung, no doubt. His voice is just so low and smooth and woah it can put me to sleep. 

20) Favorite Rapper?

Okay, i’m mentioning A LOT of bts and i’m sorry oops. I love Yoongi’s rapping ssosososo much but Changbin’s growling kind of rap? GIVES ME DEATH. AKSDH not gonna lie, i was intimidated the first time i heard him but after a while (and knowing he’s actually a big softie) i really grew to love it so much ah.

21) Favorite dancer?

Hyunjin! Any mv or dance video i’m watching, my eyes linger to Hyunjin bc I JUST LOVE HOW HE DANCES SO MUCH AHHHH

22) Things you have in common with your ult?

Nothing. Honestly, i doubt Yoongi and I have anything in common sldakjsd so i guess i’ll go with my 2nd ult. So ppl tell me i’m soft and shy like Hyunjin? So there’s that but I also notice how CUDDLY hyunjin is w/ everyone. AND ASK ANYONE I KNOW PERSONALLY (i’m looking at you, chels @pcysconverse​ ) IM SUCH A KOALA AND HUG AND CUDDLE EVERYONE ADLJSD

23) The most beautiful trait any idol can have?

i love modesty aslkjasd You know, those idols who work so hard and then brush it off and don’t bother to brag about just how hard they’ve worked. I love that.

Physically, smiles are the way to win my heart. 

24) Songs that will always make you jam along?

District 9. On friday, my friend and i were listening to it on the train and we were jamming, all the while people probs sent us weird looks.

25) Your worst wrecker?

Jeon JungkOOOOOk! *jimin’s voice* 

26) Any kpop concerts you’ve been to?

I went to an ASTRO fanmeeting back in February! 

27) Favorite choreo?

GoGo;;;; YOLOYOLOYOLO YO :))))))

28) Favorite live performance?

LITERALLY ANY FIRE by BTS PERFORMANCE. This one is a personal fave tho.

29) Favorite debut mv?

i DONT’T HAVE ONE ASDLJSD

30) Recommend a rookie group

stray kids bc i think they’re tho only one i know adlksad

31.) A kpop song you could listen to every day for the rest of your life?

Euphoria bc i have been listening to it everyday asldkjasd

32) Tag some cute mutuals you’d like to get to know better (and to do this challenge)!

@seungchanie @hyyunjinn @jeongin @straykidzz @straycuties @minhomygod @realstraykids @changbeanie @felixthekoala and anyone who’d like to do it!

[lrsoarpgossip]

Come Play With Me

Come join me for a little fun all throughout the week. To keep things lively and interesting let’s play a game. Each day of the week will be reserved for a different activity and you take part as you deem fit. However you are S T I L L A B L E to send in your own gossip all throughout the week. 

Below the cut is a full list of the game and seeing as today is Sunday; send me in any questions about the games or anything happening on campus.

-don’t keep me waiting, xoxo, Gossip Girl

Monday: Two Lies and a Truth

This one’s simple enough. You send me in a name and I tell you three statements. One is true the other two are lies, but don’t bother asking me which one is which. You figuring out for yourself is all part of the fun.

Tuesday: Best Ofs

This is a sort of free for all of its own. You either give me a name, and I’ll tell you what they’re best at, you can give two or three names and I’ll tell you who’s better or you can take option number two and ask me those inane “Cutest/sexiest/blah-blah-blah-est” and I’ll answer in my own opinion. Which is obviously the right one.

Wednesday: Truth or Dare

I think we all know how to play this game. You send in truth or dare, and I’ll give you one of either. You have until the next wednesday to complete your truth or your dare or else I’ll tell everyone something you really wish they didn’t know. If no one plays then I’ll just start sending dares to people’s asks. I have to get my fun somehow.

Thursday: Ship or No Ship

Since you all seem so disgustingly bent on love, tell me who you think should be together and I’ll tell you how stupid you’re actually being.

Friday: Confessions

Most of us forget but this was also a confession blog as well, so Friday is the day dedicated to you telling me your dirty little secrets. I assume most of you will do it anonymously, and I suppose that is fine, though I’d love someone to be brave and just shout it out to the world.

Saturday: FMK

Three names. I’ll tell you who I’d fuck, marry and kill. Sure you can fall figure that one out on your won.

Sunday: Question Period

The last day of the week is free range. You got a question you’re just dying to ask, go ahead and ask it. I might even give you a wrap up message about what I think of this week before I head off for my beauty sleep.

[soldierstark]

Kiss and Dash | Part 1 | PETER PARKER X READER

Description: It all starts when the reader kisses Peter Parker for a dare then runs off but it really spirals out of control when Spiderman takes revenge with his own kiss and dash. Is it possible that a simple dare could lead to the unveiling of New York City’s youngest superhero’s true identity? Because not all people kiss the exact same… right?

Author’s Note: I swear I’ll start posting Riverdale fics again but for now Spiderman is my life. This fic is based off of another one I read last summer that I absolutely loved the concept of. Anyways, let me know if you like it and I’ll definitely write another part.

Word Count: 1556

FANFICTION MASTERLIST | Part 2

It all started on a rare day when the girl’s PE Instructor was out sick, and the girls were forced to sit in a classroom and complete a worksheet on anatomy.

Without any supervision.

Being the good students they were, everyone immediately went to work on their worksheets. That being said, the girls just immediately took out their phones and googled the answers, because it’s 2017 and that’s what teenagers do.

They decided to do something more interesting when they finally finished. Gossiping instantly turned into FMK which turned into roasting which turned into story telling which inevitably turned into truth or dare.

It was already starting to get out of hand with Michelle coming up with wicked dares, Liz yanking out some scandalous truths, and (Y/N) doing a bit of both.

(Y/N) was starting to really dread her turn again. Last round she chose truth and Michelle made her dredge up every detail of the feelings she held for her best friend Peter Parker. Luckily for her though, the girls surrounding her were nice and didn’t tease her relentlessly like they would in movies. That didn’t make the confession any less embarrassing though.

Things were heating up too. One of Liz’s friends had to wear a sign around her neck that read, well, let’s not go there. And another girl recently had to fess up to wetting bed until she was 5 years old. (Y/N) was rather scared at what would happen to her next.

“Michelle,” Liz announced with a devious smile. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” she replied lazily. “Of course.”

“Okay,” Liz drawled, looking around the classroom. “I dare you to lick (Y/N)’s foot. Heel to toe.”

Michelle shrugged and walked over to me. “Alright,” she answered bending down near my feet.

“I’m extremely ticklish,” (Y/N) said as Michelle started taking off her shoe. “Someone is gonna need to hold my leg down so I don’t accidently kick you in the face.”

“Don’t worry I got this,” Michelle reassured her, gripping (Y/N) ankle tightly as she pulled off her sock.

“Your nail polish is pretty (Nickname),” Liz said.

(Y/N) smiled. “Thank you. Luckily for Michelle I just got a pedi-,” (Y/N) started but started squealing loudly as Michelle drug her tongue across her foot. Michelle’s grip tightened on (Y/N)’s ankle, trying to keep her foot still.

“That wasn’t even that bad,” she said leaning away from her foot once she finished. “Your feet are clean.”

(Y/N) bent down and started putting her shoe and sock back on. “Thank… I guess.”

“Anyways,” Michelle said looking over at her best friend. “(Y/N), truth or dare?”

She sat up quickly and gulped. (Y/N) had already revealed one of her deepest, darkest secrets, and she really didn’t want any others to come out. Not that she was hiding anything super bad or anything.

“Truth! No wait! Dare! Never mind I mean truth. No!” (Y/N) babbled indecisively.

“Oh for god’s sake,” Liz snapped getting impatient. “Just pick one (Y/N). Either way you’re probably not going to like it.”

Michelle waggled her eyebrows. “Yea (Nickname). Pick your poison.”

She stared at Michelle for a moment silently, contemplating her answer. “Well then…” (Y/N) said timidly. “I’ll do a dare… yes,” she nodded firmly, having finally made up her mind. “Dare!”

Michelle chuckled in a way that made (Y/N) immediately regret her decision. “Alright,” she smirked evilly. “I dare you to go down to the boys’ locker rooms, grab Peter, and kiss him!”

“What!” (Y/N) shrieked with wide eyes.  “I can’t do that! I’d get in so much trouble if the teachers saw me go in.”

Liz waved a hand dismissively. “Oh don’t worry. We can take of that.”

“How?” (Y/N) asked confused, then shook her head. “You know what, never mind. That’s not important. I can’t just walk up to Peter and kiss him. He’ll freak out and probably never want to talk to me again. He’ll be traumatized for life Michelle!”

“Oh shut it,” Michelle said rolling her eyes. “Everyone here knows Peter isn’t like that. He’s a sweet guy and you’re so cute I bet he won’t be able to resist you.”

“Yeah!”

“You’re so pretty (Y/N).”

“I agree.”

“Peter wouldn’t ever be mean to you.”

(Y/N) flushed at the chorus of compliments and statements of agreeance the girls around her uttered. “But what if I don’t want to do it?” she asked quirking an eyebrow.

“(Y/N),” Liz said unimpressed. “Don’t lie. We all know you want to.”

“Yes,” she replied slowly. “But not as a dare”

Michelle pursed her lips in thought. “Think of it as a way to confess your feelings,” she said shrugging her shoulders. “And you don’t have to do it. There’s always the option to forfeit instead.”

The girls around (Y/N) snickered at that while Grace, the last girl have forfeited a dare or truth buried her face in her hoodie. She chose truth earlier and when she got pressed about the intimate details of her relationship with her boyfriend, she clammed up and took the forfeit.

Which was to streak across the corridor naked. Luckily for her though, no one saw Grace because all the students and teachers were still in class at the time. Now, however, it was almost the end of the class period so (Y/N) knew that she’d definitely run into the students who always managed to escape class early.

Given the choice of potentially embarrassing herself in front of a small group of boys or in front of the entire school once word got out, ending up in detention probably, and then having to explain this to her parents, (Y/N) knew that there was only one option.

And that was how she ended up outside of the boys’ locker room with Michelle, trying to psyche herself up to do the deed.

“Come on (Y/N),” she whispered to herself fiercely. “You got this! You eat crazy situations like this for breakfast and spit them back out. You can handle one measly kiss. You can do this! You can do this! You can- oh my god I can’t do this!”

Michelle, who was leaning against the wall next to her rolled her eyes with an amused smile. “You’re such a dork. Just go in there and get it over with already.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “I don’t think I can.”

“Well I guess you’re just gonna have to take the forfeit then…” Michelle smirked.

She groaned and turned around so she was directly facing the door. “Fine,” (Y/N) grumbled, her heart rate speeding up rapidly. She took a deep breath and held her head up high and proud. “I’m ready,” she said firmly.

And with that she pushed the boy’s locker room door open with all her strength resulting in a great, big, loud- BANG.

All the boys who had been in the process of getting dressed jumped in surprise. Flash let out a strangled, high-pitched, scream as he ducked to cover himself as much as possible with his shirt. Another boy, who (Y/N) recognized as Liz’s friend, threw himself against the floor while another clutched his bag to his crotch.

Peter and Ned merely looked startled as they were already dressed and had nothing to hide. They were in the back of the locker room staring at (Y/N) surprised.

“What the hell (Y/N)!” Flash burst out. “Did you mistake this for the girl’s bathroom again?”

“Seriously dude, learn to read the sign on the door,” another boy yelped.

(Y/N) whipped her head around and stared at them unimpressed with a sudden burst of confidence. “Oh shut up that was one time.” She then ignored their responses as she strode across the locker room determinedly towards Peter.

“Erm,” Peter mumbled nervously as he took in the strange, stubborn glint in (Y/N)’s eyes, “Is there something I can help you w- hmmph!”

(Y/N) didn’t give Peter the chance to finish his question because if he did then she would’ve had to answer which would’ve just turned into a mess. So instead the grabbed Peter by the collar of his shirt which was poking out from underneath his sweater, pinned him against the row of locker behind him, and crashed her lips against his.

The boys’ jaws all dropped wide open as they gaped at (Y/N) and Peter unattractively. Ned was grinning like crazy trying to hold in his laughter at the sight before him. Peter’s arms flailed widely, going in all directions against the lockers as he desperately tried to cling onto something while (Y/N) deepened the kiss ever so slightly.

And then as quickly as it happened, (Y/N) pulled away. She was breathless and her cheeks were tinged pink, just like Peter was.

“That’s all,” she said with a smile before she quickly released Peter and whirled around, walking out of the locker room with a new confidence in her stride.

Peter’s knees buckled slightly as he slid against the cold metal of the locker and onto the floor.

Ned started cracking up laughing. “Dude Peter,” he cried out. “Are you good?”

Peter didn’t respond. He merely sat on the floor of the locker room, holding his fingers up to his lips trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

“Oh my god!” (Y/N) heard Flash bellow just as the locker room door slammed shut behind her. “(Y/N) broke Peter!”

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[purple-possibilities]

(for the modified fmk meme): Madara, Sakumo, Kakashi 💖

Hmmm… (as usual, this got too long.  Check it out under the cut!)

Slow burn with Kakashi

I’m going with this because I feel like everyromance with Kakashi is somehow slow burn. Like, even if this was the Fake Dating or Enemies to Lovers, it would beslow af.  Maybe not on my part (becauseanyone who doesn’t know that I’m already in love with him probably just arrivedfrom another galaxy) but Kakashi seems to me like someone who would need a lot of time to a) realise he hasromantic feelings, b) accept thoseromantic feelings, and c) act on those romantic feelings.  One does not push Kakashi into anything, methinks, and I feel like, unless he was in the stage where he was trying to workup the courage to make a move, he would not react well to any romanticovertures.   So slow burn it is!

I… have no clue how this would happen.  

Uh… I hate to be obvious, but I think itwould be an Icha Icha thing.  Like, bothof us reaching for the last copy of the new Icha Icha movie at the same time,fighting over who gets to buy it, and eventually agreeing that Kakashi can keepit if he lets me come over and watch it whenever.  He totally does not agree and takes the movieand runs, leaving me to pay for it.  Itotally find Gai and get him to bring me to Kakashi’s apartment.  

Even if Kakashi isn’t there, Gai and I find ourway into Kakashi’s apartment so I can get that DVD or VHS or whatever formatthis movie is in, I don’t understand technology in the Narutoverse.  So I’ve got the movie hostage, and Gai is doinga wonderful job keeping Kakashi distracted with relentless challenges so I canactually watch this film (thanks Gai, you’re a star).  

At some point—probably while I’m still watching the movie—Kakashi hunts me down to get the movie back. He, of course, cannot leave while the movie is on, and he watches therest of it with me, before trying to take the DVD (it’s a DVD now, officially)and run.  I, of course, argue that it’sactually mine since he left me to pay for it, and he’s the thief.  

It turnsinto a game of cat and mouse, where we’re both cats and that DVD is the mousewe’re fighting over.  Eventually, I startstealing his other Icha Icha things, as a ‘replacement’ for him stealing my DVD. This, of course, does not go over well, and Kakashi begins to steal my Icha Icha things.  

This eventually escalates to the point of him stealing mylimited edition, Icha Icha thong (its bright orange with the red circle withthe strike through it on the crotch), and I—of course—offer to model it forhim (am I joking?  Probably not).  I think, that’s when he starts thinking of meas a woman and not someone fighting over Icha Icha things.  

So he starts getting kind of flustered, butthings continue on in this manner, for a while (I, of course, steal his IchaIcha boxers.  He finds me wearing themand an old shirt so short it might as well be a crop top one day, watching the Icha Icha DVD we first started fighting over,because of course I’d wear his underwear do you even know me?  He maybe doesn’t wash them after.  I feel like Kakashi has a thing for underwearlol).  Maybe I start hitting on him withthe cheesiest lines from Icha Icha.  Heis too flustered to reciprocate.

Some time later, Kakashi comes over to my place with the originalDVD we were fighting over, and offers it to me. It’s his subtle way of confessing his feelings.  But, I get really sad about his offer, because Iconsider it him saying ‘we need to stop these silly games I don’t want you inmy life anymore.’  I tell him to keep itas a parting gift.  He gets all sad andconfused, but leaves.  

We don’t see eachother for a while, until Jiraiya gets involved. He was totally shipping it (his two biggest fans finding love because ofhis series?  Jiraiya would go crazy forthat).  Jiraiya goes to talk to Kakashiabout it, and tries to encourage him to make a move, but Kakashi doesn’tlisten.  So then Jiraiya comes to me toexplain what Kakashi meant by giving me the DVD, and I don’t believe himeither.

Then one day, I find the DVD in my apartment.  I get mad and go over to Kakashi’s place togive it back, because I gave it to youdammit you can’t give back a gift and maybe I start getting pushy andKakashi starts getting frustrated and I say something stupid like I don’t want it because every time I see itI think about you and how you want nothing to do with me and then somethingclicks in his head about why I thought him giving me the DVD was agoodbye.  He tells me he didn’t mean itlike that, he just thought he’d be a gentleman and let the lady have theDVD.  I’d tell him that gentlemen don’t steal women’s lingerieand he of course blushes red all the way up to his ears.  

At this point, it goes one of two ways.  Either we confess to each other or kiss orsomething and then continue to date like two awkward high schoolers, OR things sorta go back to how they were before,only we’re both super blushie and awkward and like ‘idk what’s going on’ andthe slow burn continues until one day we’re doing our ‘I’m not flirting’-flirtingand someone (probably Jiraiya, or hell, maybe Tsunade or Anko) yells “JUST KISSALREADY!” because dear god is it painful to watch us draw things out so long.  

And we of course try to deny it like whaaa? Why would you— “It’s—we—but—“ and that same someone is like “Youtwo are so obvious everyone can see you have feelings for each other justconfess already,” and we’re like Well, Imean, if you liked me, I could like you… “Maa, I could take you out, if youwanted, since I am a gentleman…” and then we start dating like two awkwardhigh schoolers.  Until we figure shit outand then it’s just a really laid back, kinky relationship.  

Jiraiya’s next Icha Icha is about us.  It’s his bestselling series.

Fake dating with Sakumo

 I… also have no clue how this would work.  

Hmm… Sakumo’s friends are pushing him to ‘getback out there’ after Kakashi’s mom dies. He totally isn’t ready for that. I—being the best bro a bro could ask for—tell him to tell his friendsthat he’s asked me out, so they get off his back.  His friends don’t believe him, and ask whattime this date is for, and where.  And ofcourse Sakumo realises they’re going to spy on him.  So we go on this fake date, and Sakumo issuch a perfect gentlemen, but is totally not ready to be dating, so he’s politebut not really flirty.  

After the date, his friends ask him how it went (they know,they think it was a dud because there was no goodnight kiss and like, no chemistry) and he tells themthat we’re going out again.  And theycontinue to follow him, so we continue having to date, for like a few months.  We figure we don’t need to dateforever, just long enough for it to look like he got attached, and then endthings.

So we end up fake dating for like, six months, and Sakumofake confesses his love for me, and I fake confess back.  We plan the break up for the seventh month,but at that point Sakumo is like, ‘you know, I just enjoy spending time withyou.  You don’t pressure me into doingsomething I’m not comfortable with, and it’s nice to have adult company”—hemostly spends time with Kakashi and Jiraiya (who definitely doesn’t constituteas an ‘adult’ even though he is over 25 years old at this point)—“We can keeppretend dating, if you want?” and he genuinely means it as friends.  I’m cool with this, because while he’sdelicious he’s been broadcasting pretty platonically, and if I have feelings atthis point I’m pretending they don’t exist/stamping them down because I’mpretty sure I don’t have a chance.  But Iagree to keep going on these fake dates, because it’s nice to be taken out andthere’s no one I’m interested in, so why not?

Sakumo had been keeping me away from Kakashi so as not to confusehim, (because Kakashi is like, four or five at this point) but since we’repretty close as friends, I finally get the introduction.  We start going out together and doing familythings, and Kakashi—little genius that he is—asks if I’m Sakumo’sgirlfriend.  Which Sakumo of coursedenies, very flustered (“where did Kakashi learn about dating?” Sakumo laterasks, totally one of those parents who sees his baby as totally innocent andpure lol).  Kakashi just gives him a “Mmhmm…”and that deadpan stare he’s known for. Kakashi is also probably a little shit towards me, because he’d bejealous that someone is taking his tousan’s time.

Eventually, Sakumo gets comfortable with thearrangement.  Maybe he starts to let outsome of his flirty side (and he’s so dangerous while he’s flirting, you’d needa chastity belt not to get pulled under him lol). It’s that kind of dark suggestive flirting that gets your heart pumpingand thinking about things between the sheets. So I start flirting back, because I’m a competitive flirter, you don’tfluster me I fluster you what is this??? And then maybe the flirting goes too far and we end up in bed because we’vebeen fake dating for like two years what is this slow burn bs this was supposedto be the fake dating trope it can’t be both.

Sakumo gets cold feet and is like, “this can’t happenagain!  I can’t!” And I totally respectthat.  So we break up.  And we’re both mopey about it.  Kakashi notices that his tousan is being asad bean, and finally is like “Jiraiya-sama says you can fix any problem with a ladywith flowers and a lot of begging.” And Sakumo goes red and gets all flustereddenies that anything is wrong, but of course Kakashi gives him that deadpanstare and adds “he said chocolates help too, but who likes chocolate?  You should make her some miso witheggplant.  That would probably workbetter.” And Sakumo laughs wetly and hugs cute little Kakachibi, and gets readyto follow Kakashi’s advice (minus the soup lol).

Sakumo does do the cliché, kneeling outside your door withflowers and begging to be taken back, and how can I say no to that??? Do youknow who I am (and how weak I am to the Hatake family)???  Of course I take him back, and we make sweet,sweet love lol.  I ask Sakumo whatbrought on the change, and he tells me it was Kakashi, so I make the kiddo his favourite soup as a thanks.  We’re chill after that haha.

Enemies to Lovers with Madara

It is so easy to be enemies with Madara.  Madara makes enemies with like, theneighbourhood cats, the squirrels in the backyard, the ducks in the river that’slike a two mile walk from his house (one of the ducks got in his way while hewas practising skipping stones.  He was going to make it all the way acrossthe river that time, if it weren’t for those stupid ducks!).  Like, Madarawould make an enemy with himself, it’s just so easy to become enemies with thisman.  Even in AUs.  But why are we enemies, hmm…

I caught him yelling at the ducks and made fun of him.  Obviously. He totally didn’t like that.  Iwas a pretty shy kid (let’s say we’re 11 or 12ish in this scenario), but Madarais just the type of bully that has always pulled me out of my shell.  I also have always had an uncanny ability tounderstand what makes people tick, and I may have used that a lot to tellbullies off (it was too much power in too small hands. I hurt a lot of kidsworse than they probably deserved. They did stop trying to bully me and myfriends though, which worked out for me). So I of course ruin Madara with some casual observation of hisinadequacies (you’re mad at the ducksbecause you can’t admit that you’re just not all that great, and you’ll neverbe anything more than a kid who can’t even admit that he’s not good enough toskip a stone across a river).  Hewill vow revenge on me (like he does everything else) and practice even harderto skip that damn stone across the river.

Madara ends up “casually” bumping into me to brag aboutthings, and I very skeptically don’t believe him, and get even meaner with mywords—although at this point it’s unintentional (it sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself, not me, and you’renot very good at that either).  I don’tactually hate him (I don’t hate people) but braggarts do bother the shit out of me, and Madara’s attitude will have merolling my eyes and moving on, not impressed. He tries to be mean back, telling me I’m stupid and ugly and useless,but I’d just shrug him off because whywould I care if some loser thinks I’m stupid or ugly or useless?  A loser’s opinion doesn’t mean anything.

Madara ends up getting teased by other people for how mucheffort he puts into proving himself to me. Meanwhile, I’m just living my life, not really thinking about him.  Madara’s spends so much time trying toimpress me that, even though he hates me, he is very desperately looking for myapproval.  He seems like the type of guyto very easily fall into this situation. 

So he takes me to the river one day, and shows me that he can skip the stupidrock all the way across to the other bank. Wow, Madara.  You’re soooo talented.  You can finally skip a rock across ariver.  That’s soooo useful (did Imention that I was a very sarcastic child?). So Madara is even more frustrated, because even though he’s completedhis task I’m still not giving him the praise and adoration he feels is hisdue.  

Then Madara starts trying to impress me with otherthings.  And I remain unimpressed.  So he tries harder.  Eventually, I get tired of this.  Look,Madara.  Do you even really care what Ithink?  Or is this just you beinginsecure and desperately looking for external reassurances, because you don’tlike yourself enough to actually believe in your own worth? I’m no one specialto impress; I’m just some kid who didn’t like seeing you throw rocks at ducks. Because I didn’t own kiddie gloves whenI was a kid and I was the type of person who encouraged metacognitive reflectionon the self (yeah, I was a weird kid).  

So Madara stomps off and decides he’s got nothing to proveto me, because, like I said, he really has no reason to want to impress me.  I can’teven skip stones, what does my opinion matter? And maybe I start to get lonely without his constant company.  It’s nice to feel important, like you havesome sort of inherent value to another person, for whatever reason.  Kind of an ego boost.  

I miss him. Madara is just grumpier, because he’s the type of person who needs agoal or he goes kind of crazy, and he also feels like he wasted all this timetrying to impress me when that is, like, actually literally impossible.

I start to feel super guilty.  I talk to my mom about it, and she tells mehow horribly mean I’ve been, and I feel worse. So I eventually go to apologize, and to tell him that he really is greatat skipping stones, and he just totally doesn’t want to hear it.  I pushed things too far.  He actually doesn’t want anything to do withme.  I sigh and say I’m sorry for beingso mean, and then I leave.

Some time passes, like, a few months.  I find Madara one day sulking, and I ask him what’swrong.  He doesn’t want to talk at first,but ends up ranting about Hashirama and their competition and the pressure hefeels from his dad, and while I’m listening I suddenly realise that I was notknocking down a kid who thought too much about himself, but actually stompingon the ego of someone who legitimately needed encouragement. 

I tell him that, while I don’t think skippingstones is an important talent, the fact that he managed to reach his goal ofskipping a stone all the way across the river shows that, when he puts his mindto something, he can get it done.  So ofcourse I believe in him, and his ability to exceed his father’s goals andHashirama’s talents, because no one is as stubborn as Madara.  

ButI add Whether I believe in you or notshouldn’t matter.  It’s whether youbelieve in you that’s important.  Andobviously you do, or else you would have given up on getting that stone acrossthe river, instead of trying again and again until you could do it.

Madara, who probably hasn’t been given a lot of encouragementin his life, is like “woah my god, recognition!” and maybe it fries his preteenbrain just a little, and he goes all red and stuttery.  

And so, he tries to impress me even more, andI’m totally encouraging him at this point. And we grow up together, and we get closer, and we hit puberty and startgrowing up and maybe that translates into some tentative hand-holding and shy,awkward kisses, and we haven’t said that we’re dating but like, we’re totallydating.

Life goes on.  Izunadies.  Konoha is formed.  Madara starts to feel unimportant again.  I’m not enough to convince him of hisworth.  He tells me about his plans toleave the village, and asks me to come with him.  I tell him he’s crazy and should stay.  That’s obviously the wrong thing to say, andhe leaves without me.  Or maybe hehypnotises me into coming with him with his Sharingan (I honestly wouldn’t putit past him).  Who knows.  

If I stay in the village, then its Lovers to Enemies, and wekind of go full circle.  I probably don’tsee him again once he’s presumed dead, and I never get married and diealone.  

If I get kidnapped, Madara eventually has to change the genjutsuhe’s used on me, because he doesn’t want a zombie, he wants me. So he makes up some lie about why we had to leave, and keeps me verysecluded from the outside world.  Henever tells me his Infinite Tsukuyomi plan, and once he attaches himself to thetree, he has a hard time keeping me on a leash (he’s cocky enough to think thathe’s prepared enough contingencies for me to never find out the truth).  But it comes out eventually, and I try toescape (no such luck, Zetsu is hard to escape) and either I get furtherbrainwashed, or killed.  Either way, I’mnot me anymore.

Wow, that got dark (and holy shit this is over 3.2k).  This is like, my holy trinity ask, lol! I hada lot of fun with this, so thank you for the ask!  

Up next is: 

Izumo/Raido/Genma (now done!)

Sakura/Ino/Temari

Already done:

Jiraiya/Ibiki/Iruka

Put 3 characters in my inbox and I’ll tell you who I’d slow burn/fake date/enemies to lovers with

[myheartisbro-ken]

Hi! 💙 I hope your are doing well. Congrats on the article. The reading will probably be okay. Are you a fast or slow reader? I read rather slowly, especially if I'm enjoying what I'm reading. It sticks with me better that way, but it takes me longer to do things. 😅 My semester ends next week, then have finals period. l'm taking Summer courses tho to get ahead. I get what you mean. I don't party, but around TH and F there's a certain restlessness about some of the students to drink/part. (Pt 1)

Ugh, I hate group work. 😐 Best of luck to you. Maybe your for a decent group. Anyway, I prefer morning courses. I get up at an obnoxiously early time to attend though. I’m fine with it though because it lets me take my courses in a block with out breaks, so once I’m done, I’ll be done for the day. 😥 Probably an unpopular schedule though. Oh, so My Immortal can actually be constructive to writers. That makes sense. It’s what a writer shouldn’t ever do. About JK, I think it’s an attempt (pt 2)(pt 3) Lowkey don’t recall my train of thought..Anyway, wow, I definitely agree with your statements about Lena knowing Kara’s dual identity. Snapper knowing wouldn’t help anything, since he’s too minor a character to do anything useful with information. Lena knowing would create more depth, tension, plot possibilities etc., which is why’d it would be a shame for her to be left in the dark. Also, I feel her not knowing (or at least theorizing Kara’s supergirl) is ooc. I suppose the writers– –haven’t had an issue with that based on what they’ve done to Alex. :-/ Hmph. I’m still so annoyed about that. Partially, because I’m a SuperCorp shipper, but mainly because it’s an insult to Alex’s personality to force her to advocate on Mon El’s behalf. Who was your favorite character from S1, btw? I’d probably go with Kara, but for S2 it’s definitely Lena. Anyway, yes Lena looks so amazing in the trailer! Heh, I intended it to be a soft FMK…I was going to make it all Katie, but wasn’t–(4)–words, words, something, but wasn’t going to be that cruel to you. (Hopefully that fit with my previous thing). Smh, you’ve no qualms though do you? ;-) I’m kidding. Your answers were well thought out…even though you didn’t kill anyone. I can’t blame you though. I don’t think Red K! Kara is all that bad, but she’s definitely intimidating, so is Kate. Anyway, let’s see FMK: Lena, Morgana,and Kate… :-/ 3 M'kay, that’s hard, especially since I love them all and ship SuperCorp. (5 TBC)–words, words, something, but wasn’t going to be that cruel to you. (Hopefully that fit with my previous thing). Smh, you’ve no qualms though do you? ;-) I’m kidding. Your answers were well thought out…even though you didn’t kill anyone. I can’t blame you though. I don’t think Red K! Kara is all that bad, but she’s definitely intimidating, so is Kate. Anyway, let’s see FMK: Lena, Morgana,and Kate… :-/ 3 M'kay, that’s hard, especially since I love them all and ship SuperCorp. (5 TBC)(6) Uh, let’s see. I’m going to assume they are all brought to current times, so the 21st century. I would marry Morgana. You know what? I’d marry Morgana S1 or S5 because I’ve so many emotions for her and what she went through. I’d want her to know someone would be on (*cough* and by *cough*) her side. Also, she has magic that’s cool, but not the point. I don’t really want Supergirl to kill me or be sad. I wouldn’t kill Lena as of now; she’s not done anything wrong. Also, her company is (TBC)(8?) So, yes: M:Morgana, F: Lena, K: Kate. Hmm, I see yours and raise you: FMK: Lucy, she’s a vampire now but has some control over it | Kara Danvers, more so S1 in personality, but she’s still elects to become a reporter and encourages you | Lena, before she met Kara and is still learning to be a CEO…I guess that’s a younger!Lena? Idk. Okay, that should work. I hope you have a good day and night. Do you read comics? I don’t, but was curious if you did. U seem to know some lore. :-)

Heyyy! I’m not so sure I’m a fast or slow reader, it depends on my state of mind, if I take my meds and external interruptions. Usually I can read pretty fast if it’s something I’m interested in but I tend to miss things and have to read it again, with school things I’m the worst. I still have things from last year that I never got around to read and one of them was about superman (I miss studying cinema because we could have an entire class about superman and co and then write fanfiction of the world as an activity). We don’t have summer classes here, that sounds interesting, it’d be nice to get ahead, also it’s about to be winter here so after July we’ll get maybe a month off and then it’s back to being unresponsible adults. I’ve nothing against drinking and partying, I like drinking (parties are usually weird but sometimes it’s cool) but don’t freaking leave class to do it, go after the class, how disrespectful is it to leave the poor teacher there waiting 20 minutes to see if the rest of the class will show up or they’ll have to do with six or seven people? Also you pay over 1.000 bucks a month to study and you don’t give a shit about being in class? it’s throwing money away and it’s disrespectful to whoever is paying school, even if that someone is yourself. I’m not those kids that say you should only do what’s right and never skip class never drink or do anything because you have to study instead of throwing your life away. But school is expensive and respect is something you should have for everyone (unless someone is a jerk, because it’s not murder if the person is a jerk…jk)

I never liked studying in the mornings but it’s sort of better, however, my classes only exist at night, there is morning journalism classes, but it’s in another neighborhood and we have to cross the bridge and there’s no cool campus. I like my campus.

group projects are the worst. They end friendships, they end marriages, they end happiness, they lead to murder… it’s never fun. I always imagine that scene with the guy getting pizza and coming back to the place on fire and people bleeding, or that one from Mean Girls with the fighting over Aaron Samuels in animal style. Those are the only representations of group projects that are realistic.

I love how you just started to talk about JK, had two words in and

Honestly Alex has been so ooc this season it’s almost sad. No offense to Sanvers, but I think even that relationship is a bit ooc. Not the fact that there is a relationship but how it is being handled. Not gonna go into it cuz I don’t want to rant here. but I would ship Sanvers if they had put a bit more of effort into getting them together not ‘I don’t want a baby gay rn, so let’s be friends. PSYCHE I just got shot in the most harmless area of my entire body, let's make out!’

The same Alex that thought James wasn’t good enough for Kara and decked Maxwell Lord for existing would never make excuses for someone that is basically the dumb alien version of Lord with worse hair and more aggression and more pretending to be a #goodguy who’s just trying so hard and changed because after 9 months on earth as a grown man he decided to read a book, feed himself and clean his own mess… or pretend to clean his own mess while Kara actually does it and he just sits there and says she’s annoying because she doesn’t want to run away from her problems. (hey look, ranting… she said with surprise in her voice for some reason)

My favorite character was definitely Cat… and Kara. Both at the same time, I can’t choose between them, please don’t make me. and now it’s Lena… and still Kara even though she’s basically dead inside and that girl who cries because her boyfriend is moving away and it will destroy her life because that person she knows nothing about and met 9 months ago when he tried to kill her and has been lying to her and shoving her self-esteem down ever since is apparently the most important person in her life and she can’t live without him. he cooked her breakfast so he can’t move away and face his responsibilities, she’s the best thing he’s ever known, not person, thing. That woman in the best thing… god, this is so gross I cannot continue even to joke about this. so yeah, Kara is SUPER ooc this season, but I still love her and have faith she will recover from this terrible illness and come back to us, I miss her.

Yes! I would totally still marry Morgana even season 5 Morgana. poor thing just needs a hug and a friend to tell her she’s not a monster for being born different. I might start crying now so I’ll change topics. 

Definitely Marry Kara, no questions asked. Fuck Lena because, I mean, just look at her. And Kill Lucy, my poor bby, but she’s a vampire so she has to go, control or not, ‘vegetarian’ vampires are dumb.

I do read comics, not as much as I’d like, but I also watched all of the DC cartoons (minus Legion because it looks dumb) most of Smallville and Lois & Clark and when I want to know some more I read about the storylines and all, like even when I don’t read the comic itself, I read about the comic. I won’t say I know all about everything, but I can hold my ground, I guess, I’m also not above admitting I don’t know/haven’t read enough about one subject/character and reading about that on one of the sites I trust. Also watched a lot of Marvel cartoons and most of the movies aaaand I read a lot of Marvel comics, specially Balck Widow, Hawkeye, and Young Avengers.

Did you watch any superhero cartoons? They were a pretty big deal in the 90′s and early 2000′s.

Hope you have a great day and night 💙😊

[lydiawhinesaboutfanfiction]

Lords of the Sea

@tuxedo-rabbit is to thank/blame for this

Summary:  Hawke and Isabela are bored without a ship to sail, and the news from Ferelden is as ridiculous as always.

(modern AU, featuring Isabela/f!Hawke, and some minor Alistair/f!Tabris)

Read on AO3 here

The TV in their crappy motel room was turned on to a press conference the king of Ferelden was holding. Hawke, sitting on the floor in front of it, turned it up, half out of national pride, half because most of what came out of the guy's mouth was absolutely hilarious.

“For my latest decree, I, uh, decree, I guess, that all dogs are sovereign citizens of Ferelden,” he announced, looking straight at one random reporter, because he clearly still hadn't managed the art of talking to crowds.

Isabela, hanging upside down off the bed, squinted at the screen. “What?”

“When you say all dogs,” one reporter began, “do you mean just Fereldan dogs? And is there a segregation by, say, breed, because mabari are obviously very intelligent, but some others--”

“All dogs,” King Alistair said firmly.

“Even...dogs in other countries, your majesty?”

The king looked vaguely confused, and struggled to keep professionalism as he answered, “I don't understand what's so difficult about the phrase 'all dogs.’”

Isabela groaned and turned off the TV. “I'm not going to watch what's probably going to be those same questions over and over for the next fifteen minutes,” she told Hawke.

“Fair,” Hawke replied.

This motel was one of many they'd stopped at after leaving (leaving, NOT fleeing, because fleeing implied they weren't welcome, and that they couldn't come back whenever they wanted, both of which were obviously untrue) Kirkwall, and while sneaking around the Free Marches had been fun in the beginning, the monotony of it all was driving Hawke and Isabela insane. They'd already played FMK about their friends about six hundred times and come up with justifications for every choice in every combination and what was there to do after that? Nothing, was Isabela’s thought, except put their ideas into practice.

(“We're not going to kill Anders, Bela. At least not while he's still making us hangover potions.”

“Ugh, fine.”)

So here they were, so bored that not even the king of Ferelden’s ridiculous ideas about governing a country could faze them.

“That guy ever text you back about his boat?” Hawke asked, leaning back against the bed so her head was next to Isabela's.

Isabela scowled. “No. Back to square one, then!”

“We could…” But Hawke couldn't think of anything. “Shit.”

“Hmm.”

Hawke turned the TV back on.

“--does this mean human citizens can no longer own dogs, because they too will be citizens?”

“Will dogs get more or less rights than say, elves, or dwarves? Or mages?”

“Does this mean dogs will be able to vote in local elections? How will that work?”

“Okay! Press conference over,” said the king's press secretary, a man called Nathaniel Howe who had formerly been a soldier under the Queen's command. He ushered King Alistair, who was still trying to yell out things like “if all dogs go to heaven why can't they own themselves?”, back into the castle.

“Your country is a shitshow,” Isabela said dryly.

“Guess Champion of Kirkwoof is a Fereldan citizen now. What a good boy.” The dog's original name was Hawke, because Hawke (the original) had never been good at names, but he had accepted the change with all the grace a mabari could muster.

(The combination of a lack of naming creativity and her childhood obsession with showing ownership over everything had led to her parents being Mom and Dad Hawke, Carver and Bethany being Little Brother and Sister Hawke, and various inanimate objects being things like Apple Tree Hawke, or Barn Hawke. Marian herself was, obviously, just Hawke.)

Champion, hearing his name, excitedly bounded over from the other side of the room and started licking his owner’s face enthusiastically. “Yes. Good boy. Down.” Champion sat back obediently.

“He looks like he wants a walk.”

“You're upside down, how can you tell?”

“Well, men and dogs--”

“Right, okay. I'll take him out. Back soon.” Hawke got up, leashed Champion, and headed out.

They couldn’t stray too far from the motel, in case they were recognized, but Champion made the most of it, spraying his scent on every car in the parking lot, and on most of the doors, too, for good measure. Hawke felt badly that he couldn’t spend more time outside, but mabari were pretty unusual out in the country, and all it would take was one curious idiot to have the templars on them to arrest them for killing Meredith--or worse, that Chantry thing Sister Nightingale was rumored to be running. They’d never be able to get out of it.

Hawke and Champion couldn’t have been gone more than twenty minutes. Half an hour, maybe. But of course, by the time they went back to the room, Isabela was gone.

Gone to see a man about a boat! her note said. Back in a few days ;P

Hawke sighed. “Not surprised. Well, boy, let’s see if there’s anything better on TV, then.”

She wasn’t surprised Isabela had left like that, leaving just a note. She would be surprised if she didn’t come back. Still, this was probably something they should talk about. Both of them hated talking about their feelings. “There’s only one time when you should ask someone how they feel about something,” Isabela said, “and that’s when you’re trying to make sure you’re not about to accidentally commit a felony through lack of communication. Assuming makes an ass out of you and me, after all. Besides, anything less than enthusiastic consent is no fun, anyway.”

Hawke just hoped this new boat wouldn’t fall through like the last dozen. It was like people didn’t want to sell their things to a known pirate. People were stupid.

After three days of catching up on Vael Abbey and Skyping Varric and Bethany about it for over two hours--Varric was doing something in Orlais, last Hawke had heard, and Bethany was following Anders around to random little villages to learn healing but to mostly make sure he didn’t commit any more acts of terrorism--Isabela returned.

“Get your boat?” Hawke asked.

Isabela closed the door behind her, and sighed. Hawke’s heart sank. Not another disappointment.

“I did!”

“You--were you trying to trick me just now?” Hawke jumped off the bed and hugged Isabela.

“The look on your face was hysterical. God, and I thought I hated being cooped up like this the most. I guess I was never alone for it.”

“It’s not so bad. You’ve missed quite an interesting news cycle.”

Isabela rolled her eyes. “Your king and the dogs?”

Hawke summed up the last few days of politics for Isabela.

(“This just in,” the FNN anchor said while Hawke did some stretches in front of the television, two days previous, “Prime Minister Anora Mac Tir has released a statement regarding the king’s decree yesterday granting all dogs citizenship. The statement reads: As of this time, our offices have received no documentation requesting such a decree. We would like to remind King Theirin that Ferelden is a constitutional monarchy, and as such he cannot just say things and have them magically become law.”

Then, the next day, just as Hawke’s pizza was arriving, an emergency press conference by the extremely elusive queen of Ferelden, an elf woman named Kallian, was held. “So, I bet Alistair he wouldn’t actually say the dog decree thing, and he said he totally would, and so I said, there’s no way you’ll make it through a full press conference about that with a straight face. So he said, okay but if I do, you have to take a week off work. It was a deal, so, I guess this is just me saying, no, dogs aren’t citizens, although I think they should be, and I guess starting tomorrow I’m taking a week off work. Alistair is very excited--he has a whole cheese tasting thing planned, and some other stuff. Anyway. Press conference over.” Later, the queen tweeted, “people have been asking what i was going to get if i won: it was the password to the official king of ferelden twitter account,” the idea of which quickly became a meme.)

“So how did you get the ship?”

“Well, while you were out, that guy texted me saying his last buyer fell through, so I should come look at it. It’s not the best I’ve ever seen, but it sails, and I’ve already started putting out feelers for a crew. I probably should have stayed to tell you where I was going, but I was just too excited.” She still looked more excited than sorry, but that was the closest to an apology Hawke was probably going to get, so she was forgiven.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go see it. I can check us out.”

It was a two hour drive to the coast, but it took them about an hour and ten minutes. Isabela’s new ship was docked at a small port, and she actually made Hawke close her eyes when they got there to preserve the surprise.

“Tada! Open them.” Hawke opened her eyes, and looked up at the ship.

It wasn’t as big as the one she’d taken with her mother, Carver, and Bethany when they were fleeing the Blight, and it was ugly as sin, but it was Isabela’s, so she smiled. “It’s--”

What the hell was that written on the side?

“Marian? Isabela!”

Isabela laughed so hard she doubled over. “God! I didn’t even know it was called that until I arrived, but isn’t that the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

“You cannot have a ship named after me!”

“Who says it’s named after you? I think it’s named after the previous owner’s grandmother--ow! Okay, we’ll repaint it, it’ll be the Bethany-- OW! Hawke! Stop smacking my shoulder.”

“I am very happy for you,” Hawke said, through gritted teeth, “even if this is a stupid coincidence.”

“I would prefer to call it fate, but sure, that works too.”

“Well, come on then. Let’s go christen your captain’s quarters.”

And aboard the Marian Bethany Siren’s Call 2, the two of them lived happily ever after.