#I realized that it would probably be hard to try and find a specific fic

[allwayswildchild]

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[clairewritesfanfics]

do you like those fics where the premise is "all the variants are here for y/n but main mark hasnt even dated her"

i like them the most when its a right person wrong time situation on main marks part because im mean

like since highschool theyve never managed to be single at the same time and then he finds out the evil versions of him destroying shit have had her when hes never even got to try asking her out

nobody has written this specific type of thing i want to read yet, but like, the variants getting stuck in main marks dimension and he and y/n keep finding out things about the variants loves with their version of y/n thats excruciating to hear for two people whove been in love their whole lives but have never been in a place to act on it

the only variant who hasnt done anything with her is maskless who was in a very similar situation with his william. like three of the older marks were actually married to her, at least one out of those 3 had been about to have a kid with her before losing her. literally none of them have ever broken up with her of their own free will. at least one of the younger marks had only just managed to start a relationship with her before he lost her.

main mark watching these versions of himself practically swarming someone he also loves and has probably loved before he even understood it but with no right to do anything about it because hes with eve. who he does like. but he asked out after a version of her from the future told him she loved him apparently her entire life and he was her biggest regret.

main mark experiencing never before seen types of emotional pain wondering if he should have read into the eve thing as the universe telling him you were about to break up with your at the time partner just as he was getting into things with eve, or if waiting to see if youd leave them would have prolonged your relationship with them because the universe fucking hates him for reasons beyond his understanding

i would write this myself but im already stuck trying to write like 3 other long projects already. but if i did write it id probably end it as happy as possible because even though i like angst i can only stand so much.

It is truly the writer's blurse to be struck with so many fascinating concepts while juggling already existing WIPs.

( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

It's an amazing idea with a lot of angst potential. I have encountered a similar but not exact premise a few times, maybe not as fully realized fics but as propositional posts.

I've always loved the idea of the Marks being so obsessed and devoted that they will stop the violence in order to reminisce about their respective Readers aka Y/Ns. (Oh, and this is more of my personal preference as an Invincible fanfic writer: the Reader-sexual crew includes Maskless because, as I have once discussed in gruesome detail, when it comes to Mark it is all or nothing for me. I can't tolerate him being in love with Eve or Amber in my verses, so I can't handle him being in love with William either. I am an equal opportunity "homewrecker." VCS readers, please don't ask me more about this because I might end up spoiling some things about my future plans.)

Honestly, if you have the energy to spare, you should give it a go, it doesn't have to be multi-chaptered. It can just be a short story or a bunch of "reactions" strung together. Heck, just write dialogue for it. Pure dialogue. Maybe you can use this idea as a writing exercise, like trying a different style or POV. Something to come back to and appreciate when you want to take a breather from your long fics.

Tbh, you've given me an excuse to stop delaying and start practicing first person POV again, and I was reminded why it's so hard penning reader insert stories:

I was surrounded. I could take on one or two of them, but twelve of these murderous assholes? My best bet would be to retreat while they were distracted, but there’s one problem: you.

You were the ball in this screwed up game of catch. All eyes were on you and I doubt there was anything that would take everyone's attention off of you at the same time. Even if I did manage to steal you away in a split second of distraction, I wouldn’t be able to go very far, not with that girl version of me here.

I watched as she pulled the pink scrunchie from her hair, black Rapunzel braid falling apart as she placed the hair tie gingerly on your hands. 

You gave her a shaky smile but she didn’t seem to care.

I clenched my fists.

She was fast, faster than the rest, and faster than me. 

“Cute, aren’t they?” The me dressed in my father’s colors watched you with arms crossed. “Don’t even think about trying to take her away, Marcy will rip you apart before you get the chance to take off.”

“Marcy?”

“Long story.”

It was hilarious. Not too long ago, this guy sent my girlfriend to the ER and here we were, talking like old pals. I wanted to punch him in the face but–

“You want to kill me,” he said, not bothering to look at me. “But we both know you won’t do that in front of her.”

“You don’t know anything about me or her.”

“I know that every version of you that came here is because of her.” He finally turned to me. “We all wanted a reunion.”

“I won’t let you take her.”

He scoffed. “We’re not interested in ‘taking’ her anywhere, we just wanted a chance to see her. To talk to her again.”

My fingers twitched. I already had my suspicions but I needed to know. 

“What exactly is she to you?” I asked.

The faintest smile melted all the coldness from his face as he answered, “She was my dove.”

Time slowed to a snail’s pace as my voice betrayed me, “What?”

He met my gaze. “She was my wife.”

“Was?”

The ice returned as he turned away. “She died.” That was all. He continued staring at you, his longing obvious under that veil of composure.

I watched as more versions of me crowded you. Each one had something to show or say to you, each one looking like they have waited a thousand years for this.

The fear seemed to have dissipated from you somewhat, because you were now laughing at the words of my maskless self. He was smiling softly at you, but I could see the cracks in his expression. He looked at you like you were the world, but it was clear to me that he was searching for something.

I didn’t know what it was but I couldn’t help but release my fists, wondering if Eve ever caught me wearing the same expression.

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I kept accidentally bouncing from third person to first to second. 😭

But it was a fun exercise!

I hope you do write about this someday because it is a great concept. Thank you for sharing it with me and our fellow fans.

PS

I must ask for clarification what you mean by "the Eve thing." Is this a reference to a specific plot point? Or just his relationship with Eve in general?

[mindless-existence1]

More sfw Mha boyfriend headcanons

Authors note: Kinda a part 2 but does relate to the other one at all. My friend helped me with the Ida stuff so thanks pookie. Also this is kinda an in-between fic just so then I can keep myself motivated to write the requests I have

Contents: I think like one curse word

Pt1

Mha Masterlist

My Masterlist

Includes: Bakugo, Denki, Ida, and Tokoyami

Ida would schedule times to hang out with you when he's free. Not because he like hates you or smth but he just has a very set schedule he likes to stick to. If you want to hang out outside of the set time then most likely it'll turn into a study date.

Denki is a yapper and he often yaps about you. His poor friends have to deal with him mentioning you constantly. Something completely random comes up and he's going "Oh I remember y/n was talking about that one time, speaking of them..." he's a simple man you loves his partner.

Tokoyami is a drawer I feel. He'd have a sketch book/journal he carries around for sure. In a not creepy way he'd draw yiu a lot. Like a muse kind of way. He'd never show you butbthen you find it and he has to explain how he just finds you so perfect and then after that he shows you his drawings.

Bakugo would definitely not even realize how in love with you he is untill kirishima or someone mentions it and then he's noticing how different he acts with you. Have him tied around you damn finger.

Ida definitely wakes up hella early to exercise and specifically run (obviously). He'll try to get you to wake up early to but often times he wants to wake up way to early. You just kiss him goodbye most mornings and fall promptly back to sleep.

Tokoyami is a poet I bet. Or at least a song writer which is basically the same thing. His muse? You. In his journel/sketch book he has poems along with the drawings. Another thing he's probably embarrassed about bit high key he's just in love. He has so much to say but is too embarrassed to say it.

Denki would love to share headphones with you. I fear his tase in music would either be shit or the best in the planet. If it's bad you help him shape it to be better. He'd love to keep his in during class so then he can think about you isntead of whatever boring thing you are getting taught. Also I fear he'd forget to charge them all the time.

Bakugo is the type of guy to tell you no while simultaneously doing it. Like you ask him "could you get me a glass of water?" "No is already getting up to get a glass" or he'd tell you know and wait all of 15 seconds before doing it for you.

Denki when he gets nervous will let out little zaps on accident. As most the tickle or leave a slight sting but nothing crazy. So for your first kiss he's freaking out, obviously, and accidently zaps you. Face is bright red and he's now embarrassed for the rest of his life. Definitely wants to go die in a hole but when you start laughing and kiss him anyway he's fine.

Tokoyami would also like to share earbuds with you but like I said before his music taste is immaculate. Personally I like Korn and maybe im biased but I think he'd like that band to. And just all around metal/rock bands. But also just good music in general. Unlike denki he'd charge his earbuds religiously. He'd die without his music same bro.

Bakugo after a hard day of training would go straight to your dorm. Somehow he thinks it's way more comfortable then his. He just plop down on your bed before a shower before changing clothes anything. Which would be ew but he'd eventually do all that but first he needs a kiss and small cuddle with his partner first.

Ida would look up relationship stuff. This is probably cringe but like I fear he'd get nervous about his first relationship and then all the sudden he's looking up "how long should you date before you kiss your partner?" Eventually he realizes he just needs to take everything at his own speed.

[zerosomnia]

Thunderbolts Headcanons:

BookTok Trend

Summary: A bunch of headcanons about how each member of the group would respond and perform the TikTok trend to reenact moments in romance books. This is specifically referencing the version of the trend where the more submissive partner is pinned against the wall and forced to stare at the more dominant partner by a chin grab.

Warnings: brief cringe lmao.

Authors note: This was just a quick one bc I'm working on a longer Walker x Reader fic rn. But, I'd love to explore some ideas related to this kind of stuff further in my own fics. So, if you have any more headcannons please feel free to share them with me or make requests because they really help me feel inspired to write.

Also I, personally, subscribe to the headcanon of aro/ace Yelena, but I really wanted to include everyone in this prompt, so please feel free to apply your own beliefs to whether any of these are romantic or just platonic flirting. I will absolutely still write for her if asked!

Word Count: 1155

Yelena

Yelena finds this absolutely hilarious.

To be honest, she can’t really manage it, but not because she’s embarrassed, more just because she finds it so funny.

Also, it's likely to be a bit awkward because she's quite short.

The closest attempt will start out really well. She’ll brace up against the wall, and your heart will race – but she’ll lose it two seconds in. Her head will fall onto your shoulder, and she will burst out laughing.

If you express disappointment, she’ll try really hard to do it seriously for you. You’ll definitely be flustered by the end of it.

But honestly, I think she’d just be one of those people who’d want to be silly about it. And if you are too, that’s even better. She’d probably ask you to do it to her next, and then you’d both be cackling.

It will become a running joke to corner each other with increasingly dreadful nicknames, and the team will cringe every time they see the pair of you fall down laughing from it.

Ava

Ava is one of the only people to completely refuse at first.

You’ll wear her down over time, though, and she’ll secretly be thankful you did.

Unlike most of the men, Ava will likely be on a more even playing field in terms of height. You likely won’t be breaking your neck to look at her.

She will cringe at every step of this trend. Eventually, you’ll get her to take it seriously but it will take a few tries.

When you finally make your successful attempt, she will be quite aggressive about it. Not angry, but firm in a way that will make you feel breathless.

She’s someone who will stare at your lips, and once she realizes the effect she has on you, a mocking smirk will etch itself onto her face.

Absolutely has her own fun with it – is 100% the type to trace your lower lip when she grabs your chin.

She’ll lean in really close, eyes lilted and head tilted like she’s about to give you the best kiss of your life. Then, when you lean in yourself, she’ll pull back and walk off with a chuckle.

A bitch, but in the best way.

Bob

Oh, poor, sweet Bob.

You’ve broken him – congrats.

So, he’ll give it a good go – but if you’re a more confident person, then he’s going to be the first one to crumble. God help you if you’re both shy, the team will walk in to find both of you curled up in little balls on the floor, screaming in lowercase.

That’s not to say that he doesn’t manage to do it; he’s so eager to please that he’ll do anything if you ask him sweetly enough.

He’ll be slower and more sensitive in how he goes about it, gently bracketing your head between his arms. And he’ll maintain eye contact if you give it to him – but he’s not going to force you to look at him like some of the other guys.

Bob is fine until the next step, when he grabs your chin and slowly caresses it while he tugs your face up to his. The realisation of what is happening will hit him like a truck when he stops. He’ll be so close, maybe your eyes will start to flutter shut in a kiss, and then suddenly he’s gone. Melted.

But that’s Bob, maybe you should try it with the sentry instead *wink wink*.

Alexei

Alexei is completely incapable of pulling this off in the way it’s meant to be done.

When you first explained to him, he was completely on board, but you quickly found out that meant he was going to commit.

He tries to approach you with some serious swagger, and you know what – the whole thing is going really well until he has you pinned to the wall and just starts grinning like an idiot.

The minute he looks into your eyes, he ruins it with a cheery and very loud ‘Hello, beautiful person!’

You didn’t make it to the chin grab without bursting out laughing.

He, of course, takes this as a complete win and proudly announces to the others later on that he is ‘the best at the trends.’

After this, he is definitely trying to enact out more TikTok trends with you, no matter how outdated they are. But, part of you thinks it’s kind of sweet that you’re the first person to come to mind when he wants to try them.

Walker

At first, he tries to play it off like he’s not interested, but secretly he’s actually really keen on trying it.

You didn’t really consider the implications until the hulking super soldier has pressed you up against the wall. Muscles braced and bulging around you.

And when he grabs your chin, firmly tilting your face to look at him, you realise how much he’s enjoying it because there is a huuuge smirk on his face.

Also, he does not break eye contact, so have fun with that lmao.

Watching you slide down the wall into an embarrassed puddle on the floor is a huge ego boost for him. Just because he acts cocky doesn’t mean he actually has any self-confidence, until now that is.

Will absolutely do this to you on the regular now if he wants your attention and you are alone together. Good luck.

Bucky

He’ll do it because it’s you who’s asking.

Bucky was a bit of a flirt in his time, so when I say he is smooth with it, you’d better believe me.

Again, super soldier muscles are a blessing and a curse in this situation.

He’s another one who smirks while doing it, but he’s much more subtle than Walker about how much he’s enjoying it. It’s more of a ghost of a smile that plays on the corners of his lips.

The smirk won’t be what gets you, though; his eyes are intense. Like he’s drinking in every part of you as his eyes roam up and down your body.

Bucky is surprisingly gentle about the face grab, too. He’d definitely be one of those people who’d slowly turn your face and stare at your lips. He’s not afraid of a little flirty tension, and his proximity to you is very telling of that.

If you haven’t combusted by the time he’s done, well done, you’re a stronger person than I am.

I don’t think he’d turn it into a regular thing, but he’d definitely keep it in his back pocket for if he really needed something or if he wanted to be sly.

[azen13]

Since somebody sent in an ask about favorite yandere males in genshin, who are your favorite yandere hsr males?

CW: Yandere Themes

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Azen posting 2 actual writing-ish posts in one day? Extremely unlikely, but now that I'm on break and finished writing about mermen, possible! All things aside, thank you so much for this ask!

I'd say absolute favorites are Argenti and Jing Yuan, but before I talk about them in-depth, I wanted to do some honorable mentions. Aventurine has a lot of potential as a yandere in my opinion, considering his backstory and how that might have affected his psyche, but I just find myself struggling to tap into his character. I love Boothill, but find it hard to envision him as a yandere considering the fact that he's a Galaxy Ranger. Still, like Aventurine, I definitely can see a motive for why he would be a yandere. In my favorite Genshin yanderes post, I mentioned how Neuvillette and Zhongli are two of my favorites from that game, and I also really like Dan Heng/Dan Feng! Draconic characters are really fun to write for, but I'm not very good at keeping up with HSR lore, so I try to shy away from writing Dan Feng because of how entrenched his character is in a lot of the lore. Dan Heng is a little hard for me to write because I struggle to see how he could act on his possessive tendencies with the Astral Express crew being in such close proximity. Dr. Ratio is a super interesting character, but I really struggle with his characterization and while I have a few drabbles written about him, they will not be posted because I don't like how they turned out. Gallagher is another character I've loved since his release, but like Dan Feng, I'm both confused about his lore, and I'm unsure on how to write for him in general when in-game he...doesn't exist? Still not exactly sure what happened to him haha. I recently posted a Moze drabble and depending on what happens in the future, he may move up to be one of my favorites, because I think he has a lot of potential and I'd love to write a oneshot from his perspective about realizing his feelings, but I just need more time working on getting used to his character before I can definitively decide how I feel on him. And finally, I love Sampo, and I actually have an idea of a fic I want to write in regards to a MSND!AU where Sampo is Puck, but he's another character where I really struggle with his characterization.

Ok, now it's time to talk about Argenti and Jing Yuan.

When I say Argenti is my favorite yandere from this game, I mean it. I think he has so much potential as a yandere, and I have this very specific vision of a reader who is an Emanator of Beauty that he finds one day and kidnaps and brings back to his ship. He's such a gentleman to them, but he refuses to let them leave. You can see stars shooting by the windows of his spaceship, see your home planet slowly shrinking into a tiny pinprick on the horizon, until it just pops out of existence. Your new home is with him, he tells you, pressing a chaste kiss against your wrist. He pampers and dotes on you every chance he gets. He can't let you leave his ship, so he brings back souvenirs and memorabilia from every planet he visits. Sometimes he takes photos if he can figure out how to work his phone's camera. Every hour or so when he's off espousing Idrila's prowess to some planet, you'll get a text or call from him making sure you're safe. He cares so much. He cares too much. He cares too much, but he means so well. He sees something of such supreme beauty, and he can't help but want to shelter it.

It's how sweet yet cruel he would be that gets me. The thing that draws me to write yandere content is the fact that these feelings are born from a distorted sense of love. What they are distorted by changes depending on the character, and in Argenti's case, I think it's due to an extreme sense of devotion to his beloved. That method of distortion is probably one of the most fascinating for me to explore. Beyond that, I also think he'd be a good yandere logistically. I could easily see him having a method of controlling the entrance to his spaceship to prevent his beloved from being able to leave while he's out. All in all, I just really, really love Yandere!Argenti, and I hope that me talking about him might have convinced some people to start looking into him more, because he's such a fun character to write for!

Onto Jing Yuan, I have less to talk about, but I still feel really strongly about him! I'm pretty sure most of the writing that I've posted on my blog has been about Jing Yuan, and that's because I feel like I have a good handle on his character. Jing Yuan strikes me less as someone affected by obsessive love, and more as someone affected by overprotective desires. He's lived centuries and seen countless close friends die, and because of that, I think when he's in love, he'd be extremely anxious about losing his beloved. I'm not sure if I talked about this when I talked about my favorite Genshin yanderes, but something that I also find helpful in terms of writing is the level of power the yandere has. This could range from something like pure strength to how much social capital the yandere has. Jing Yuan, in my opinion, is incredibly powerful in a multitude of ways. Canonically, he's an Emanator of The Hunt, he's General of the Luofu, and he's hundreds of years old. Strength, social capital, wisdom, and more. All this power makes for a really fantastic dynamic in my opinion, and it's really fun to write for.

[cvntydazai]

cat and mouse

ever since your first day at the agency you’ve made an effort to avoid dazai and his silly little games, even when he so desperately craves your attention.

pairing; dazai osamu x fem!reader

word count; 3.3k

content warning; nsfw (minors do not interact), unedited, cursing, dazai fingers reader, reader is gifted but their gift is not described/specified, the usual dazai shenanigans, mentions of blood/injury, mentions of murder, probably a lot more

authors note; sigh not only is this a day late but i’m not proud of it so sorry guys :( been so busy lately this was not what i had in mind for this fic, i still hope it’s enjoyable!

when you first joined the agency it was a desperate attempt to find a job that could utilize your gift, after many failed “normal” jobs you just had to accept that your situation wasn’t normal and you needed a job that could handle that. you caught wind of a detective agency full of gifted individuals and knew it was the perfect opportunity.

that’s how you got to where you were now, 6 months into your career as a gifted detective. it has been going perfect, being the longest job you’ve ever had.

there was just one issue, a big one that took its place in the form of a tall, bandaged man who could never leave you alone. dazai osamu, the issue called itself, would be the death of you.

it all started on your very first day at the agency, he wasted little time introducing himself and instead put all of his energy towards wooing you with those doe eyes. you also recall him telling you could rely on him anytime, followed by a wink and a knowing smirk. you were warned by yosano to keep your distance from him, advice that you still regret not taking to this day.

he tried to get your attention for weeks, throwing paper balls on your desk and mouthing at you to open them. inside was always a love note, multiple tiny hearts littering the crumpled paper. he never seemed to take it personally when you would throw those papers in your trash can, forgetting about them to continue on with work.

just when you begin to think he’s finally let go of his obsession with you, one fateful morning you end up alone with him in the office.

“ah, beautiful morning isn’t?” he attempted small talk, you only offered a nod and continued filing out your paperwork.

so engrossed in your work you didn’t realize how close he had gotten until you felt his warm breath fanning your shoulder, you naturally flinched. you cocked your head to glance at him, those tired eyes focused on your computer screen.

“what has you working your sweet little head off?” his curiosity would seem genuine to anyone who wasn’t familiar with dazai and his antics.

you cleared your throat, “just recalling the specifics of my previous mission.” he hummed, his slim hand brushing over yours so he could use the scroll wheel on your mouse. you watched as his eyes scanned the document, analyzing your every word.

being so physically close you were forced to take in all the features of him you chose to ignore, for your own good. you knew dazai was an attractive man, and he knew it too. you didn’t dare to look in his eyes anymore so you focused on his hair, unkempt yet still framed his face perfectly and looked fluffy, you wondered if it felt fluffy too.

“it’s hard to focus with you staring me down like a piece of meat, bella.” he whispered, you gasped at such an accusation.

“whatever, in your dreams.” you bit back, feeling flustered.

he turned to look at you, his eyes danced around your entire face, drinking in every detail of you like a book. many silent moments later, his eyes stopped when they landed on your lips, causing even more turmoil in your chest. it was all too much, being under the heavy gaze of someone like him.

“anyways..” you start, trying to find any excuse to break this close proximity. “the others should be here soon, we should start getting stuff done around here.”

he hummed in agreement, backing away at last. now that you felt like you could breathe again you tried your hardest to continue on with whatever paperwork you had. you ignored the tremble in your fingertips, typing away on the keyboard.

once the others started filing into the office the tension eased substantially, you were thankful for that. kunikida was the first to arrive, surprised to see you both already there. you ignored his curious stare, greeting him properly and then returning to your computer. dazai pestered the poor man for a bit before quieting down himself.

you thought that was it, the weird encounter in the office would be the last of his teasing. couldn’t he see you weren’t in the mood for his games, or was this all too amusing for him to care?

fate would put you in a battle against dazai once again just a mere week later. you both sat in front of your boss, a kind man by the name of fukuzawa. in your months here at the agency your respect for him has only grown, his admiration for his employees and the work they do warmed your heart. you truly felt grateful to be under the command of someone as strong-willed and humble as he was.

“there’s a murder scene i’d like the two of you to look into, please go gather evidence.” he says, hands folded in his lap while he speaks to you.

you’re both silent as he goes over the details of the case. a body found in the museum with suspicion of a gifted individual being involved, it felt as normal as these missions usually are. once you’re dismissed you and dazai make your way outside to the cab waiting for you.

he rushes to open the car door for you, motioning you inside with an eager smile. you sigh, complying with whatever he was up to.

you shuffle around a bit until you’re comfortable, dazai takes his seat beside you and the car begins moving. while dazai stared out of the window on his side, you occupy yourself with responding to all the messages people have sent you that you pushed aside to finish work. some may call you a workaholic (dazai), others (kunikida) call you a devoted employee, you much preferred the title of a devoted employee. your desire to be of use was finally fulfilled now that you were at the agency, for that you were eternally thankful.

“my dear y/n, i just realized something!” the loud voice of dazai makes you cringe, clutching your poor phone into a death grip.

he doesn’t let you respond, “this is our first time handling a case together alone, just the two of us!” the excitement in his tone makes you irritated.

“and what about it?” your monotonous response makes the brunette clutch his chest, a look of hurt in his eyes.

“we finally get the alone time we’ve been dying to have since our little moment in the office.” if the phone that was still being strangled in your palm wasn’t already broken, it sure was now.

“you totally misread the situation in the office, i wasn’t even looking at you like that!” the anger in your tone came across as an embarrassed yelp, it made his grin grow wider.

there was no point in arguing with a man who has made up his mind, he totally thought you were checking him out and now he’ll never back down. an exasperated sigh left your lips, deeply regretting not taking yosano’s warning seriously.

thankfully, all you had to endure for the rest of the car ride was dazai’s humming to a tune you were unfortunately accustomed to by now. it was hard to forget said song when it was always filling the office air, either by dazai’s singing or the sound blaring from his headphones that were definitely not noise-canceling.

hell, you even caught yourself humming the tune from time to time, not that you’d ever let someone else find out.

“we’re here.” you thanked the driver, hastily leaving the vehicle before dazai could open the door for you.

the museum in front of you was old, ready to crumble at any given moment, many of the stone bricks were cracked beyond repair and the shrubs that surrounded the entrance were all dead or dying. you never got the details on whether or not the place was even running anymore.

“this museum shut down years ago and no one has bought it since, perfect place to commit murder.” dazai appeared beside you, seemingly answering the question to your thoughts.

you nodded in agreement, stepping inside without a second thought.

inside all you could see was chaos, shattered glass from broken display cases and graffiti littering the walls. it almost pained you, seeing how this once beautiful sanctuary of history was now torn to shreds for no good reason.

you found what you were looking for quick, the bright yellow caution tape gave it away. you’re sure the police had already come to take the body, so it didn’t surprise you when you didn’t see anything there.

fukuzawa strictly said you were only here to gather evidence, so that’s what you’ll do. while you got to work, dazai lazed around the building, kicking random trash around to entertain himself. he would giggle when you scolded him for tampering with possible clues.

you knew you were only here to gather evidence but something about the whole situation felt so strange to you, leaving you no choice but to investigate further. normally, you pride yourself in how well you are at gathering information needed for an investigation, but this time around you were completely stumped.

it had your brain so wracked you even contemplated calling ranpo, however you fought against it since you knew he was already working on a case today and you didn’t want to bother him just because you couldn’t find clues that may not exist.

after a few more minutes of coming back empty handed the realization hit you like a truck, a soft breath leaving your lips at your newfound discovery.

“dazai..” you mumble, still a bit unsure of your conclusion, he only hummed in response.

“i don’t think a murder ever occurred here.” nothing but silence on his part, until you hear the shuffling of his footsteps and his breath hot against your ear.

“well done, flower! to be honest, i didn’t think you would figure it out this quickly.” his hushed voice felt loud with him being so close to you.

you were left confused once again, if dazai knew from the start why didn’t he just say so? or was he the one who orchestrated this whole thing? so many questions reeling through your brain, and dazai was thoroughly enjoying watching you piece together the mystery he created for you.

but alas, he had to cut it short, you two had limited time here after all. fukuzawa would eventually figure out dazai’s antics and there would be hell to pay, that was a problem for later though.

“i made the whole thing up!” he admitted, lips still dangerously close to your ear. “you were always so busy, i needed to get you alone for once.”

you pushed him off you in an instant, anger bubbling inside you. never once did you expect dazai to do something like this, no matter how crazy he was at times. hell, this was beyond crazy.

“you couldn’t have gone about it like a normal fucking person? jesus christ, dazai!” you were now pacing, thinking of all the time you lost entertaining this game of his when it could have been spent at the office or on a real case.

“oh bella please, let me finish.” he begged, stepping close to you again.

you protested for a second time, taking a step back so he couldn’t reach you. it would prove to be the wrong move, your ankle catching on a stray piece of rubble from all the broken displays in this damned building. you’re sent tumbling backwards, a cry leaving your lips as you reached out to grasp dazai’s open arms.

your landing is hard, your ankle throbbing with pain from whatever it was caught on. dazai is at your side in an instant, a look of concern adorning his features as he practically cradled you.

“are you okay?” his voice was serious this time around, so much so that it caught you off guard.

“no, my ankle is bleeding.” you state, clear annoyance in your voice whilst you examine your injury.

you’re caught off guard once again by him effortlessly picking you up from the floor and setting you down on a flat, clean surface. now perched on a white table, you let your other leg dangle off the edge while you tend to your hurt ankle.

dazai claims he’ll be back, that he’s going to search for a medkit around here. you nod, happy to be away from his suffocating presence. you’re not anywhere near free from your thoughts though, the lanky man is still clean in your mind.

you didn’t even know he possessed the strength to lift you like that, he always looked so frail and ready to break at any given. you shake your head from any further thoughts of dazai, that stupid man.

“found one.” he was back again, a small medkit in his rather large hands.

despite your many protests he still insisted on caring for you, acknowledging that this was his fault and the responsibility should fall on his shoulders. you kept your mouth shut while he wrapped your foot in the bandages the first aid kit provided. his soft touches to your swollen skin were light, almost soothing.

you hated this, hated how perfect he was. how were you supposed to ignore such a man when his presence was everywhere. most of all though, you were still thoroughly pissed! he not only wasted your time, but the agency’s time, and that was unforgivable in your eyes.

“why?” you question him, “and don’t give me that bullshit ass excuse from before, or so help me.”

he chuckled at your threatening words, eyes remained trained on your foot. there was a momentary pause before his eyes met yours, his held mischievous undertones.

“i was getting tired of this back and forth, you know.” there he goes again like a broken record, you huffed.

“i don’t know what you’re-“ he cuts you off with a finger to your lips, hushing you in the sweetest way he could muster.

“the other day, when you threw away one of my well thought out love letters i went to retrieve it after you left to the bathroom, can you imagine my surprise to find it wasn’t there anymore?” your eyes widen, like a deer caught in the bright headlights of a hunters truck.

“and then i go to check your locker and i see every single one of them in a nice neat stack.” his finger was taken off your lips, his eyebrow raised as if expecting an answer to his discovery.

“why were you in my locker?” you deflect, feeling embarrassed that he knew about your little secret.

instead of answering he finished wrapping your foot, giving the gauze one final tug before leaving it be. he smiled at you, a smile you couldn’t read. with your legs spread out like they were, it gave him the perfect opportunity to weave in between them and trap your body close to his. he did just that, growing dangerously close to you.

“dazai..” you start, unsure.

he doesn’t say anything, instead focusing on treading his fingers against your waist, eyes never once leaving yours.

“we shouldn’t..” you speak again, your breathing growing more sporadic when he hooks one of his fingers underneath your belt buckle, the way he plays with it is teasing.

“why shouldn’t we, bella? i arranged all of this for us anyways.” his way of showing interest in you, doing something so unsound with little care for the consequences.

but oh god, was it attractive. his touch grew more and more needy by the second and you couldn’t find the desire to push him away, because deep down you wanted this too. you knew you wanted the bandaged detective the second you walked through those doors and saw him sitting there, fiddling with little trinkets he had on his desk looking pretty as ever.

“i think we should put an end to this cat and mouse game, hm?” his voice fills your ears again and this time around you listen, nodding whilst wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him even tighter against you.

he’s first to put his lips on yours in a desperate, longing kiss. he tastes sweet, probably from whatever chapstick he uses. the kiss is deeply rooted in lust yet affection as well, he squeezes your waist in the lightest way possible.

“dazai!” you moan out, surprised when he bites your bottom lip teasingly.

“osamu.” he says through the kiss. “call me osamu.” and then he’s back to attacking you, hips rutting into yours.

you think you’ll pass out with how long he’s been kissing you but he eventually pulls away, leaving you gasping for air. he wastes little time, discarding his pants and helping you with yours, the desperation evident in his eyes as he stands before you in just his boxers and dress shirt. he looks like a crazed man who had been holding back for far too long.

once you’re free from the confines of clothing it allows him to truly feel you, his palm cupping your heat. he runs two fingers across your slit before prodding them at your entrance.

“so beautiful, everything about you is so beautiful.” he whispers, stopping his hand entirely.

“dazai.” you say again, sounding more desperate than before, it was even possible.

“osamu.” he corrects, his voice still soft but held hints of firmness.

you repeat his first name back to him and he finally slips two fingers into your cunt. his long fingers are able to reach parts inside of you that your own fingers can’t, the new length has you bucking your hips into his hand.

he lets out a muffled giggle but says nothing, his eyes watching the way you suck his fingers in with every thrust. he looks entranced by the sight, it leaves you feeling shy. you have no time to dwell on your embarrassment as he picks up his pace, along with adding a third digit to your already full pussy.

the stretch of the third finger and the change in pace has you throwing your head back, nails clawing at the table you were perched up against just to give yourself some sort of stability.

you feel your climax approaching quicker than you anticipated, shaking your head from the overstimulation. just before you were about to reach your high, it was ruined by a muffled ringing in dazai’s discarded pants. he pulls his fingers out of you in a swift motion, ignoring your whines of protest as he reaches to grab the phone from his pants pocket.

“hey boss.” he starts, his voice as quirky as ever.

you could hear fukuzawa’s irritated tone through the phone even if you couldn’t pick up his exact words. dazai simply hummed and nodded in agreement, even letting out an apology for the time wasted on a fake case. within just a few minutes the call was over, and dazai’s smile had grown even larger.

he ended the call with a sigh, a pout on his lips that told you he was definitely in trouble when you two got back to the agency. you wondered what excuse he’d give the boss, and what punishment he would receive for lying.

“i’m truly saddened to have to cut this short.” you knew he meant it, you gave him a smile.

“it’s okay, we’ll continue it tonight after we see what kind of hell fukuzawa is gonna put you through for this.” the promise of this continuing excited him, and for once he couldn’t wait to get back to the office to finish up his job.

he helped you put your pants back on before putting on his own, making sure your injury was still well taken care of. this time you don’t fight him even once, allowing him to assist you to the car that was waiting outside for the two of you.

[desceros]

INT DISCORD - EVENING @thejudiciousneurotic: i'm drawing a comic where leo talks about how he accidentally sent someone his nudes me: oh. now i wanna write a fic where leo flirts with you by "accidentally" shooting you his nudes me: ...trade u for the comic thejudiciousneurotic: 🤝 me: 🤝 leonardo/reader, female reader, rated m

You’re having a very nice lunch with April and Casey when your phone vibrates where it rests next to your plate.

neon leon (12:41 p.m.) [image]

Oh boy. What does this goober want?

Normally, you aren’t one to check your phone while eating with others. It’s kind of rude, and you don’t get enough time with the three of you hanging out like this. But April’s busy trying to make Casey laugh so hard his drink comes out of his nose, and—and you’re curious, because it’s Leo, and he’s sent you a picture.

You open the message app, and blink. It's not a meme, or a dorky selfie, or something pretty like he sometimes finds while he's wandering about and shoots your way to share.

It’s… a picture of him. The kind that he’d usually put on his So-Shell, you note, wondering why he’d sent it to you specifically. A little bit of a suggestive pose: his arms curling in just a manner to accentuate the way his arms have been getting big lately, one leg crossed over the other to show off how long they are, fingers framing that smug smirk he gets sometimes when he—

—oh.

Oh, god.

Leo isn’t wearing his mask. Or—or anything, you suddenly realize. No wraps. No socks. 

…Are these… nudes?!

Quickly, feeling your face burn hot, you look up to check in with April and Casey. They’re both still fucking around on the other side of the table. She’s tickling him, he’s giggling. Normal. Normal. They haven’t noticed that you’re a few degrees shy of combustion. Cool, cool. No one’s noticed that your best friend—friend friend just a friend!—has sent you his smoldering-hot naked body.

Quickly, you stop yourself, inhaling deep before you go too deep into it. No, that’s silly. He’s a fucking turtle. So he’s not wearing socks. Or forearm wraps. Or—Or his mask, which you’ve never seen him without before. So it’s a sexy pose in front of a mirror. It’s—It’s not anything salacious, if you don’t make it such. 

You start typing, just the usual compliment that you usually give his pictures on So-Shell, maybe a fire emoji, and—

neon leon (12:41 p.m.) oops! didn’t mean to send that!

neon leon (12:41 p.m.) just uh. pretend i didn’t just accidentally send you a nude. haha :)

“Oh my god,” you quietly whimper. It is a nude. 

The proper thing would be, of course, to do as he asks. Spam a bunch of junk until it disappears to the void of the past conversation. Laugh it off with him. Tell him a joke to make him feel better when he’s probably fucking mortified. 

…A little like how you’re mortified the moment you tap on the picture, making it bigger. 

God damn it. It’s… It’s so unfair how good he looks, you think, biting on the inside of your cheek. He’s finally hit that growth spurt Casey has warned everyone was coming, and he’s just so—so big. Towering over you easily. Putting on muscle like it’s as easy as putting on a shirt. Moving like silk through the air. Comfortable in his skin and knowing he looks good.

A fresh memory comes to mind. How the other day, he’d picked you up in one hand to snag the blanket you’d been sitting on to hand to Donnie where he’d been whining about being chilly. You’d spent the rest of the afternoon uncomfortably wet and turned on, hoping to god his sensitive turtle nose couldn’t pick up on it as he draped an arm on your shoulder for the last half of the movie and pulled you to lean into his plastron.

(...Friends cuddle, right? Totally. Friends totally cuddle.)

Plus he’s just… pretty. The way his cheekbones curve, the markings on his face cutting beautiful lines around his eyes, eyes that you can see without his mask in the way. The breath catches in your lungs as you stare into where they’re half-lidded in the picture, turning the smirk into something sultry. The smirk, framed by fingers that are long and thick and—

“Oh fuck,” you choke, clenching your teeth so hard your jaw aches. 

(...Friends think about getting fingered by their friends, right?! Right?! Oh god, oh fuck—)

“You good?” April asks, finally looking away from Casey who is dabbing at his face and bellowing with agony. Oof, carbonation up the nose. Not fun.

“…I’m so good,” you tell her around the knot in your throat, fingers going tight on your phone. Gah. You have to leave now or else she’ll suss out what’s wrong and you’re pretty sure you’d rather die than admit you’re getting flustered off of Leonardo’s mess up. “Say, uh. I—I have to go to the bathroom. Right now. For a while. I’ll be back.”

You can feel her eyes between your shoulder blades as you flee her knowing eyes, quickly going into the stand-alone bathroom in the cute little café and snapping the door shut behind you. You slump back against it, whipping out your phone and looking at it a bit like it’s a ticking time bomb. 

Which it kind of is, you realize with a sudden terror. You haven’t responded to him yet. He would have seen the little dots where you’d given away you were typing. That you’d had his picture in your face. He knows you’ve seen it. You’ve seen it, and time is passing while he’s sitting there, knowing there’s a fucking nuke on your screen. Oh god. Oh fuck.

Stupid sexy turtle, you think, hands trembling as you compose a very normal, very chill response. You only delete three before you settle on the last and send it.

sent (12:45 p.m.) no worries! i didn’t see anything, haha :)

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) hm. you sure? you sure took a while to respond

Oh god. Embarrassment lights your blood on fire. He knows. He totally knows. Fuck, it feels like he knows how you zoomed the fuck in and had to press your goddamn thighs together beneath the table. Swallowing thickly, you try to do as much damage control as you can. 

sent (12:45 p.m.) i mean, of course i saw it. i was curious!

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) oh yeah? what were you so curious about?

sent (12:45 p.m.) i. you know. i’ve never seen you without your mask. 

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) you know you can ask, right? i’ll take it off for you whenever you want.

You fumble your phone. What the fuck. Is this happening. Quickly, you look up. Yep. You’re still here. A quick pinch reminds you that it isn’t a dream. It’s quarter til one on a Saturday, and your childhood friend has sent you a nude on accident and then said that. 

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) is that something you want? seeing me without my mask?

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) i’d do it. for you.

neon leon (12:45 p.m.) no wraps. no socks. no mask. 

“…Holy shit,” you mutter, feeling a little dizzy. You gape, unsure of how to respond, how to fucking breathe. Then, you nearly jump out of your skin when the phone of your screen fills with a selfie of you and Leo in a photobooth at Alberto Land, feather boas and silly matching heart-shaped glasses stupid on your face. 

Oh fuck. He’s calling you. 

“Where are you right now?” Leo asks as soon as you answer the call, not waiting for you to find your voice, his words velvet in your ears.

Defensive at how you’re reacting, protecting your friendship with him tooth and nail, you claw out of the fog that had settled and made you stupid. You narrow your eyes at the hand dryer next to you. “…Did you actually ‘accidentally’ send me that picture, Leonardo?”

His laugh fills your ears like wine; rich, decadent, intoxicating. Warmth blooms in your chest. “Where are you, beautiful?”

That’s about as close to an admission as you’re probably going to get, you think. The pet name, familiar in shape but foreign in tone, makes your stomach dip. Licking your lips, you try one more time. 

“…Why are you sending me your nudes?” you ask, air catching in your throat, voice quiet but feeling loud in the privacy of the bathroom. 

“Why are you looking at them?” he responds cheekily. You bite down on the snarky response that reflexively comes to the surface; am I not supposed to, goober? There’s something glittering in the air, an invitation for something, and it makes you hesitate. Makes you look at the boundary of the lines you’ve drawn around him. Wonder what they’d look like a little smudged. 

“I… wanted to see,” you admit, feeling a little breathless, wondering if you sound so. If he can tell you’re on the edge of a cliff, feeling a bit like maybe you’re ready to take a step and fall.

“See what?” he asks. Voice lower still. Umbrous. Hypnotic. Tantalizing.

“You. Without—Without your mask. Without… any of it.”

His phone ever so slightly picks up on a sensuous rumble that comes from deep inside his shell. The sound of it makes you shiver, goosebumps rising on your skin. Your eyes fall shut. It’s an easy fantasy, thinking of feeling it in your flesh.

Leo says your name. It’s not a way you’ve ever heard him do so, before. It pricks your attention, hooking into it, pulling it where he wants it. “Where are you?”

You tell him. A second later, your eyes flare with familiar blue light. Two seconds later, your back is against the bathroom door, the sound of the lock clicking loud in your ears as he reaches over and ensures no one will be interrupting.

“Leo, you—!” you gasp, the barest amount of protest that he cuts through as easily as if he’d taken his katana to it. 

“I got tired of waiting. And you want to see,” he says, his fingers finding your chin and holding you in place, his mouth hovering over yours, his breath hot against where you can’t breathe. His other hand finds the curve of your hip, pulling it to meld to his own, his plastron pressing you to the door. “So look while you still can, pretty little thing. Because you’ve got about three minutes before I plan on getting my face between your legs for a long, long time.”

Later, much later, after you nearly bite through your palm trying to keep quiet through the several orgasms he easily eats out of you, after he portals you back to the lair and he pins you to that cursed mirror in his bedroom so you can see how good he looks while fucking you stupid, after he crawls over you in his sheets and slowly curls his fingers together with yours while rolling his hips to get slow and deep to drive you absolutely insane, your phone vibrates again.

This time, you ignore it, fully fucked out, completely disinterested in moving from beneath where Leo’s snoring into your shoulder, having everything you can possibly want within arm’s reach for the foreseeable future.

ayyy-pril (2:19 p.m.) lmao did you fall in?

ayyy-pril (2:19 p.m.) hellooooooo

ayyy-pril (2:21 p.m.) …since leo’s also not answering i’m guessing you’re with him. girl u Gotta let me know when you dip so i don’t worry >:T

ayyy-pril (2:21 p.m.) also. ugh. can you two just make out already? the pining is getting ridiculous. and don’t tell me i’m just imagining things again. i’m sooooo bored by your excuses

ayyy-pril (2:21 p.m.) grabbed your leftovers for you. love you ttyl byeeee

[oh-no-its-bird]

your uchiha houhua au is living in my brain rent free....im sleep deprived today bc i was reading/thinking about it late last night lol, its so good!!

after the massacre he would essentially be sasuke's guardian, right? maybe not officially but still, he'd be in charge of sasuke as the only older family around? idk if he'd be a GOOD guardian but i can see his paranoid ass just always handing sasuke more weapons and money, just in case

i need to know more about sasuke finding out about houhua and itachi's thing for each other!! and does sasuke still end up going to orochimaru in this au?

YEAHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT !!! Uchiha Houhua remains one of The Favorites(tm) I really need to finish writing chapter 1, I'm like. So so close. So close.

I also need to update my tumblr vault fic with all the more recent Houhua au posts, since theres been a good amount of new content, but I'm putting it off till I'm done writing chapter 1 for the actual fic

No but I'm honored it could take up space in ur brain !!

YES! After the massacre, Houhua basically becomes Sasuke's officially unofficial guardian. There's no real paperwork for it done, but like, they really only have eachother

Sasuke flocks to him as the only other Uchiha, and Houhua takes him in both out of pity + not wanting him to be alone, and also partially because he knows Sasuke is a main character and his survival heavily depends on sticking close to main characters in the hopes that it'll help bump his character importance points

Houhua and Sasuke are stupidly rich now just because all of the Uchiha belongings and funds are theirs now.

There's a bit of trickiness bc technically, most of it should go specifically to Sasuke (as he's now default clan heir, though that isn't exactly worth much now) but Houhua is older than him

Houhua will probably end up splitting things between them, and Sasuke will trust him enough to do it (+ be too young to really realize that's something as important as it really is)

I think in canon, and lot of Uchiha shit got stolen or went ""missing"" in their death, mostly bc Sasuke... wouldn't know what to watch out for / prevent people from trying to take. But with Houhua here, it's going to be way hard for anyone to do any sort of grave robbing

Houhua is absoloutley gonna be taking inventory and his past life's experience means he knows to be on guard for people looting the compound when he's not looking !! There might even be some fun drama w that in the future ,,,

Houhua is stuffing weapons and money into Sasuke's pockets, very much fussing over him every chance he gets.

(Because Sasuke is his meal ticket!! He insists to himself, going out of his way to demolish anyone who looks at Sasuke even a little bit funny)

I honestly think Houhua would make for a good guardian for Sasuke overall, tho he'd for sure have his faults. The key word here is 'guardian', not anything like a father— Sasuke is gonna end up seeing Houhua as his (new, better, real) big brother over shitty Itachi over there

Houhua, as Shang Qinghua, lived to be very old (for a human, not for a cultivator) and had a hand in raising and training many disciples.

I like to reference Pride Is Not The Word I'm Looking For (aka the single best Shang Qinghua fic of all time) for my characterization for him, so he's like. Genuinley a good teacher and uncle, when he tries to be. He is just also burdened with crippling self doubt and likes to insist that every nice thing he does is canceled out by his own selfish reasoning behind doing those nice things

In Naruto world especially, filled with shitty murderous parents and a government that churns out murder babies, I think Houhua will be winning awards in his own parenting skills

Then there's also the fact that Houhua did know and interact with Sasuke before the massacre, just not too often. He was Itachi's weird cry baby friend, he'd hang out with him sometime

They just were never really close, and never really got to interact 1 on 1 for long— till, ofc, the massacre happens, and now Sasuke is latching on to Houhua and hyperventalating if anyone so much as looks like they're going to try and separate them

Houhua's existence as a whole allows Sasuke to be a lot more vulnerable, both because he is not "the last Uchiha" and also because Houhua will no doubt try to piggy back off of his revenge quest or even try to steal it entirely (to try and become a more important character, he insists to himself)

So Sasuke is just. Nowhere near as alone as before. And Houhua's own relationship with Itachi helps Sasuke believe Houhua might get it... more than other people, at least.

Ofc, there's also conflict in Sasuke maybe not thinking Houhua gets it "enough", or like Sasuke himself does, because Sasuke was, ofc, Itachi's little brother.

^ I think that would inevitably come in to play later, when Sasuke realizes Itachi and Houhua might have feelings for eachother. Sasuke would be so fucking hurt and feel so fucking betrayed, believing that maybe Houhua never "got it" to begin with

Things get even more complicated depending on when Sasuke learns this tho, because eventually Houhua is going to share his suspicions about the massacre being not as simple as it looked. So Sasuke's own feelings on Itachi are gonna go on a roller coaster of their own, trying to figure out if he himself can or should forgive his brother or no

Its all just a mess tbh, I love to see it

I HONESTLY DUNNO IF SASUKE WILL GO WITH OROCHIMARU OR NOT !! On one hand, mmmayybe ,,,, if he does, Houhua will go with him, full stop.

But there's also a chance that Houhua might try to take his place too! And he and Orochimaru are inevitably going to interact eventually, bc I have plans ,,,

(I mentioned it in another post, but if Houhua ever shares about the system and his past life with literally anyone, I would choose Orochimaru to find out. I think I could get the most milage out of him, and Orochimaru would absoloutley try to hack into the system for immortality and power or some shit)

I think whatever route I go with w Orochimaru will just depend on what I'm feeling when I get to that point in writing the fic. We will have to see where the story naturally leads me, you know? All of the options are so good, so it's hard to choose

ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASK !!! I love Houhua au so much, I think its so much fun. Ur ask actually reminded me I really have to keep writing chapter 1, so this has kind of spurred me on to go do that

Hopefully I finish and post it soon!

[frownyalfred]

Hii, I love your fics!! I think you are truly so talented showing the emotions and I love how, or like, thw way, in which you get into Bruce's head !

Do you usually think about a scene you want to write and use the other scenes to build it up, or do you start with a specific scenario and try to explain how would Bruce react and go from there?

Sorry if the question isn't really clear, I'm not sure how to better phrase it :c

Thank you so much! Yeah, usually when I'm writing out of the blue ideas, I usually get really zoned into one conversation or scene and try to build around that as naturally as possible. However, if I try to write that scene out of order, I can really screw myself up since I change a lot of details as I go. I've learned that lesson the hard way. So I tend to outline the scene I do know, but I don't actually write it out until I've reached it chronologically, if that makes any sense.

Sometimes it's really fun to play "how do we get there" and sometimes it's a nightmare. For example, my latest outsider POV where the guy stumbles across Batman and Robin locked in a closet - literally the only thing I had in mind before I started to write was 1) the guy finds Batman fighting like crazy defending a door and 2) that guy was surprised until he realized that Robin was behind that door. So I went into it hoping that something would crop up as I was writing, and it did! Luckily.

Process >>> "How do we get there?" Well, maybe there's something going on in the building. Okay, why is our POV character in the building? He lives there. No, he's the Super. Okay, why would he stick around in the building if something is wrong? He's a good guy, or maybe it's his job to keep the building safe. Okay, let's say he feels obligated. Who else is in the building? What exactly is the threat? Can he avoid it while still managing to stumble across it? Okay, let's say there's two waves of attacks and he accidentally stumbles upon Batman between them. What happens now? He's a nice guy but he's not that dumb, if it's safe at that point he'd probably leave, but what about Robin? How does he even know Robin is there, Batman won't tell him. Okay, the second wave is coming so he has to stay. Batman will put him behind the same door as Robin and that's how he figures out why Batman is defending this door. Etc etc.

[resident-idiot-simp]

Jester and Knight AU

Ft: @orcadork4ever

I need Logan to be head knight of (I guess it would be Xaviers) and Wade the court Jester everyone hates.

I need them to be together but no one knows and even if it is probably obvious no one believes it because duh.

Od: Wade was a knight in another court (or not, maybe he was a mercenary who took up jobs for the crown). But he was hurt *bad*. Took ages to recover and even then it was hard to move without his scars pulling and he has a limited range of motion and can’t fight like he used to. (This is assuming no powers)

Logan who couldn't help but be charmed and amused by the jester. They've come quick friends and then something more. Neither of them hide it the are always close and talking to one another. The other knights realize that Logan is covered in hickeys and ask where he got it from. He just shrugs and says his partner. People don't put it together that well that's Wade

Od: Laura knows. Other knights, pages, and squires ask but she just scoffs and smirks and tells them to “open your eyes and you’ll see it yourselves”

Everyone really confused and mad because wtf you mean he's taken? In particular Lady Jean and Sir Summers both want Logan so bad, but he's revolted at the mere idea. Both see the perfect head knight and decide they want him.

Jester Wade who sees so much he shouldn't because people assume wrongly that he's an idiot in a fool. He tells Logan everything and everyone is a very confused when Logan just seems near omniscient with being able to solve issues before they even appear.

~

Wade slinking up to Logan throwing his arms around the other man.

"Oohhhhh LoLo~"

Logan sighed out, "What darling?" He asked wearily that tone of Wade's never signified good things.

"You won't believe who's planning to overthrow the crown." Wade said like he was sharing this like gossip to a child.

Logan peaked up, "Oh?" Logan asked intrigued.

"Yep bet you know who." Wade muttered into the others neck

Logan sighed he did, Victor must be back

~

Logan on a day off cuddling with Wade in his personal quarters. People are searching for him because he's usually at a bar or something and being really confused when they can't find him.

People are also looking for Wade cuz he's usually also on the town causing ruckus and mayhem.

In reality they're being adorable kissing, cuddling, and getting caught up on sleep

Od: They ask everyone except Laura where he is and she's like, "he's being gross with his partner, you don't even want to find him."

Everyone trying to find the hidden partner. What if instead everyone just assumes he's sleeping with someone new every night because he's a whore. So people are more surprised that Laura is like no he has a partner

Foreign visitors come and a lot of the nobles that are staying in the castle or trying to hit on Logan. Wade isn't to please in keep making half-handed comments.

The visiting nobles are waiting for him to be punished for his hubris but it's not happening. (Logan won't let it)

A day off and they are at the spring. Logan and Wade are being obnoxiously in love. Logan is in his lap being held to Wades chest as they make out.

(tbc whenever more strikes me or fits with the specific idea I have. Also yes there is a fic series of pretty much this premise, however I would like to say that I thought of this before it was posted and that series has only inspired me more)

[pollka1]

You don't gotta die today

Summary — Josh spends his last day alive at the bar

Genre — Angst

⚠️ Warnings — Talks of suicide ⚠️

Characters — Dr. Hill, Josh Washington, random stranger i came up with

Character speech is NOT colour coded for this fic

Josh Washington was going to die tonight.

He’d picked the date like some people pick wedding days—specific, symbolic. A closing of the circle. It had been a year, more or less, since the mountain swallowed him and never gave him back. His body made it out. Everything else stayed buried.

This bar wasn’t part of the plan. But he’d walked past it on the way home and something inside had whispered, Why not one last drink?

So here he was, slouched on a cracked leather stool that squeaked every time he moved, nursing a glass of whiskey with no intention of finishing it.

The air smelled like old cigars and cheap cologne. The kind of place people came to forget things they couldn't fix.

Josh had nothing to say, and that was fine. No one asked.

Until someone did.

“Mind if I sit here?”

The man was older, worn around the edges like an old photograph. Corduroy jacket, salt-and-pepper beard, eyes like he’d seen too much and stopped being surprised by any of it. Josh didn’t answer, just gave a vague shrug. The man took it as permission.

They sat in silence for a while. The old man sipped from his glass—a dark drink, neat. No ice.

"You look like someone who's made up their mind," the stranger said softly, not unkindly.

Josh didn’t respond.

The man kept going, his voice low and steady. “I’ve seen that look before. Wore it myself once. It's the look of someone trying to convince themselves there’s nothing left.”

Josh’s hand twitched around the glass. He hadn’t told anyone. He didn’t plan to tell anyone. How did this guy know?

The man gestured vaguely toward the bartender. “Places like this…they draw broken people like porch lights draw moths. Quiet, dusty corners where no one asks who you were before the sadness settled in.”

Still, Josh said nothing.

“I don’t know what you’ve been through,” the man added, “and I’m not gonna pretend to. But I know pain is loud in your head and quiet on your face. That’s how it fools everyone—including yourself.”

Josh swallowed hard.

The man didn’t look at him. He just kept talking.

“Some people say suicide is selfish. I don’t. I think it’s desperation wearing a mask. I think it’s people just wanting the ache to stop. But here’s the thing, kid—pain is like a storm in winter. It tells you it’ll never end. But the season always changes.”

Josh finally spoke. Barely a whisper. “What if it doesn’t?”

The old man turned his eyes to him—sharp, clear. “Then you make it change. You find something small—a book, a person, a song, a damn cup of coffee—and you hang onto it like it’s a life raft. Because one day, without realizing it, the weight will shift. You won’t be light again, maybe. But you won’t drown either.”

Josh looked down at his hands, then at the drink he no longer wanted.

“You don’t have to want tomorrow,” the man said as he stood. “You just have to get there.”

Josh didn’t watch him leave. The door clicked shut behind him like the punctuation at the end of a sentence Josh hadn’t finished writing.

He sat there for a long time.

Then, for no reason he could name, he reached for his phone. Not to delete the note. Not yet.

...

Josh left the bar without saying a word. No one noticed—why would they? He was just another shadow passing through a place built to hold them.

Outside, the cold hit his face like a warning.

He stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and walked without purpose, not home, not anywhere in particular. Just moving. Breathing. Existing for one more moment than he meant to.

The streetlamps flickered like they were trying to decide whether or not to stay lit. He related.

His phone buzzed. One notification. No one important. A news alert, probably. He unlocked it anyway, thumbing through his notes until he found it—the one.

The plan.

Simple. Clean. Quiet.

No mess. No attention. No apologies.

He stared at the screen. And then, for reasons he couldn’t explain, he tapped the “edit” button. The blinking cursor appeared at the bottom like it was waiting on him.

He wrote:

Some guy at the bar talked about storms. Said seasons change. Not sure I believe him. But I didn’t think anyone would notice tonight, and he did. So maybe I’m wrong about other things, too.

He saved it. Didn’t delete the plan. But didn’t follow it either.

That felt like something.

...

He got home. Shoes off, lights off, jacket still on. Sat on the edge of his bed like a ghost haunting himself.

His room looked exactly the same and entirely foreign. Bed. Desk. A chair with a hoodie slung over it from days ago. It had been months since Hannah and Beth's disappearance, but he still felt like he was waiting for someone to tell him what to do next.

He pulled the hoodie over his head and crawled into bed.

He didn’t cry. Didn’t shake. Didn’t feel much at all.

But he didn’t go through with it.

That mattered.

...

Months pass, and Josh was in Dr. Hill's office.

Dr. Hill looked at him over the rim of his glasses. “You mentioned someone at a bar.”

Josh gave a slight nod. “Yeah. Just some guy. Don’t know his name.”

“And what did he say to you that stuck?”

Josh leaned back in the chair, arms folded, fingers twitching.

“He said I didn’t have to want tomorrow,” Josh said slowly, “just get there.”

Dr. Hill smiled, small and proud. “And you did.”

Josh didn’t smile back. But his voice was steadier than it had been in weeks.

“Yeah. I did.”

[just-mysme]

Fluff Prompts

#3. If you try to tickle me one more time, I swear you will not get another kiss for a week.

Saeyoung Choi x f!MC

Warnings(?): probably ooc, no use of y/n (i use MC instead)

WC: 963

This was requested from the list of prompts found here!

Requests open!!

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fic below cut...

It did not take long for Saeyoung to realize that you did not like being tickled. At all. However, it did take him quite a while to get used to this information. He just wanted to hear you laugh! He loved the way you’d laugh at all his jokes, no matter how lame they could be perceived as by others. He adored the way you would waste no time in joining in on his countless pranks on Yoosung in the chatrooms… Sorry, Yoosung.

He loved the way your laugh was utterly contagious, the way sometimes you’d laugh so hard you couldn’t hardly breathe, or how you still tried to continue talking even when your laughter made it an impossible task. The times the two of you would bounce jokes off of each other for what felt like both time had stopped and passed way too quickly, at the same time.

He had a…less than ideal, tendency to sneak up behind you and tickle your sides, catching you by surprise. Normally, you were sure this would be fine in other relationships, but you had just gotten so overwhelmed at being tickled.

Not being able to stop laughing but not because you want to keep laughing but because you aren’t able to stop? It was honestly a little scary if you thought about it for too long.

You knew Saeyoung meant well, you knew he’d never hurt you or overwhelm you intentionally, though he was aware he could be more than overwhelming sometimes.

You’d learned a long time ago to just go with the flow of your usually happy-go-lucky boyfriend.

It was just becoming way. too. much.

You all but snapped at him when it happened one too many times.

You had been innocently standing in the kitchen, looking through one of the cupboards to try and find a specific cup of yours, when a certain redhead snuck up behind you, tickling your sides.

You screamed out, first of all terrified at the sudden action, and second of all you hated being tickled. You turned around, pushing him away from you.

“Saeyoung, if you try to tickle me one more time, I swear…” You started, unsure of where you were going with your empty threat.

You couldn’t help but smile even though you were trying to be threatening…you couldn’t do anything except smile when you saw your boyfriend. It was a blessing and a curse, truly.

Saeyoung reflected your expression, a smile breaking out on his face too. Contagious.

“Swear what, MC?” He asked, knowing that even if he was overwhelming, you couldn’t stay mad, not at him.

“I swear…” You start again, buying yourself time while you quickly thought of something. Then, click. A lightbulb, an idea. Yes, that would be perfect.

“If you try to tickle me one more time, I swear you will not get another kiss for a week,” You smirked.

His face dropped, you weren’t serious, were you? No way!

“How is that fair?” He asked, suddenly panicked.

The smile never left your face.

“How could I go even a day without a kiss from my love?” He exclaimed, sighing way too loudly at the end of his sentence. He raised a hand to his head, as though he was bound to falling over or passing out at even just the thought of going a week, let alone a day, without a kiss from his beautiful girlfriend.

“Sorry, lovey, you’ll just have to go without tickling me, you know it’s too much for me,” You laugh, kissing his cheek lightly.

He smiled a little at that, his hands at your waist, “I know, I just like to hear you laugh, if it’s a crime to make my love laugh, then lock me up, officer!” He exclaimed, moving his hands up, as though surrendering himself to the police.

You couldn’t help but laugh at even that, his over dramaticness, rolling your eyes at him.

“Find another way to make me laugh then,” You smiled, taking his hands from the air where he held them up, holding them in your own.

“How ever would I do that?” He asked you, but the laughter that still spilled from your lips at even just his constant joking told him he wouldn’t have to look very far for another way.

“Just be yourself, love, you always know how to make me laugh,” You reassure him, planting a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, having to stand on your tippy toes a little just to reach.

It was true…Even in just the midst of this conversation, you hadn’t stopped smiling.

“MC, where on Earth would I be without you?” He questioned softly to himself, though loud enough that you heard.

“You’d be but a lost man without me,” You shrugged playfully, putting on an awful excuse of a british accent, backing away from him, still holding his hands.

“Aye, lost indeed,” He copied your accent, pulling you back towards him, his hands moving to your waist again as he pulled your body close to his. You giggled as you were pulled back against him.

For just a moment, your laughing slowed to a stop, mesmerized in each other’s eyes. You kissed his lips softly, “I don’t think I myself would be able to hold off kissing you for a week,” You laughed as you pulled away from him.

“Oh, thank God,” He cheered, kissing you back.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Dork…but seriously, no more tickling,” You told him.

He responded with a nod and a salute, “Yes, ma’am,” He agreed.

How did he do it? How on Earth did he turn you into such a smiley human being? Maybe you were the lucky one, afterall. No. You knew you were the lucky one.

[brainmuncher]

So, in honor of trying to write DP x DC content that isn't focused mainly on Batman, I've been writing a new fic. It's one of those classic crossovers with the animated show Justice League from 2001. (It's super self-indulgent. I'm not gonna lie. Just under 14,000 words in, and I'm still on the first episode smh.)

I'm going to be honest with y'all, it has been really interesting trying to write it. The balance of trying to flesh out the bond between the two shows without making it feel like I've made the writing version of a collage board has been informative. But what's mostly been taking me aside is trying to balance out Danny's powers. It's honestly slowing me down because of how much I need to think about it.

While writing this I'm really trying my best to not let anyone shine over the others (Unless it's an episode or moment where a character or relationship is being fleshed out and learning some kind of lesson). I want this to be a story about a team coming together, and Danny finding a new place of belonging, not a spotlight on how much "better" any specific member is. (Considering it's all from Danny's perspective, it's been a tough balance.)

That being said, everyone has their own place in the team. So trying to fit Danny in there without overshadowing another member has been hard. I want him to be his own person, not an amalgamation of powers that take away the point of different heroes. Because at that point why do we need them? Danny can do it on his own!

Funny enough, the first time I encountered this issue was with his speed. In the episode Maternal Instinct Tucker mentions that Danny can fly at 112mph. Because I am writing this as Danny a few years older, I'd like to think that he's only gotten faster. This immediately made me pause because where I am currently in Wally West's comics, his top speed is a little over 200mph. (I already know that this ends up changing in future comics.) I know that that is in comics though, not the show, but it still made me realize just how careful I needed to go about representing Danny's speed. I do not want him to be too quick because that would nullify Flash's powers in the long run. With that in mind, I had to tamp down exactly what Danny could do with that speed without making it feel obvious that I was limiting him.

That's what set me off on a path of realizing just how much I needed to carefully represent Danny's strengths. Suddenly a lot of the usual canon and fanon tropes that I subscribe to became an obstacle.

I don't want him to be too proficient at making things with his ectoplasm because then that would start to entrench Green Lantern's territory.

I can't have him be too strong or pro of a fighter because then that would start to take away from Hawkgirl, Superman, and Wonder Woman. (I already feel guilty enough that the plotline had me basically replace Wonder Woman's place with Danny in the first two episodes. But unfortunately having four people on one team while there are just two in the others was just too unreasonable for me to excuse.)

That popular Fanon of Danny being good at building machines because of his parents now becomes too close to Batman's expertise for comfort.

The body manipulation powers that Danny showcases multiple times throughout the show start to feel a bit too much like Martian Manhunter. Danny already has intangibility, invisibility, and flight. It's hard enough already to not have him overpower J'onn.

And there's probably going to be even more things that I encounter while writing this fic. It was supposed to just be a fun side project that I could update every once in a while whenever I got the fancy. But now I'm sitting here with a pile of notes trying how to normalize him compared to the people in Justice League.

I dunno, just thought I'd share my thinking process I've had with this project. Until I have a solid ground, I most likely won't be posting it. It's super self-indulgent and clearly rips off from the show, though, so idk. Either way, I'm having fun writing it despite the troubles Danny is throwing my way. Was curious if anyone else has come into this issue as well.

[stargildedskies]

Hiiii I just recently discovered your blog and omg your writing is so good?? Damn I’m impressed

Idk if you’re taking requests, if not just take this as a general ask, but I’m obsessed with the idea of Silco and a reader who is like a mother to Jinx after I read that “soft” (i think that was the name?) fic… and I was wondering, how do you think it would get to that point? Surely it must’ve been hard for Silco to accept that this woman would just come into the last drop demanding to see his little devil of a daughter and taking care of her… enemies to lovers much? Anyway… just wanted to hear what are your thoughts in how they would come around to become a couple

Ooooh, thank you so much for reaching out, my darling anon!! I appreciate your sweet compliment so much. It made me smile so much during my crappy week 💜

I’d love to write a longer piece about this (and I absolutely will), so I’ll just leave you with a few thoughts for now!

Here's a link to the Soft fic mentioned in the ask! (it is absolutely NSFW, be warned) If you'd like to be added to my taglist for when I post the full thing, click here

Pairing: Silco x fem!reader

Warnings: None, really. This is SFW with the barest hint of suggestive content at the end

At some point, Silco realizes that he either needs to eliminate everyone from Jinx's past life or he needs to use them to connect with her. This strange, incredibly vexing woman is the strongest link to Jinx's past that she still has.

I'm sure that Jinx has a very hard time in the first few weeks after Silco's takeover. It's a struggle to get her to eat, bathe, and just generally take care of herself. She opens up to Silco some, but to his immense frustration that damned woman just keeps showing up and Jinx instantly calms for her.

Silco still has that choice to make. He can forbid the woman from returning (which she's very unlikely to agree to without force), outright get rid of her, or he can just accept her help and try to manage her involvement in Jinx's life.

I think Silco mulls it over quite a bit, especially when Jinx inevitably shuts him out, and he can't connect with her in any way. Killing the woman would be relatively simple, and maybe Jinx could move past the devastating loss, but he can't stop thinking about how his new daughter curls up in her arms.

Silco tells himself he's just being practical, and maybe he is, but the softness with which the woman holds Jinx is the first small chip in his armor towards her.

She does annoy the hell out of him, though, as the only person who can seemingly defy the most feared kingpin in the undercity. He also finds this more attractive than he'd care to admit, which makes him even more sour about the whole thing.

Meanwhile, the woman continues to just show up unannounced to The Last Drop. In an attempt to gain some form of control, Silco finally just snaps and tells her to come on two specific days of the week. Jinx cheers, the woman smiles at him, and Silco instantly realizes that was probably her plan all along. Damnit.

Continuing on with the soup idea from the fic, I think she and Jinx bake together a lot. Silco may have a hard time getting Jinx to eat at every other time, but the little girl absolutely devours anything the woman makes her.

She always leaves out a plate for Silco, which he doesn't eat after that first night. The first reason is because he's petty and still doesn't want to like the woman, and the second is because Jinx will eat the leftovers.

Sevika absolutely loves her, and so do the rest of Silco's staff because the woman has bribed gifted them all with homemade food. They all know her as a woman with a heart of gold who is fiercely protective of Jinx. She's not a threat Silco couldn't handle if he had to, but Sevika does derive some secret pleasure from how badly the incredibly lovely woman vexes her boss.

The first time Silco loses his temper at her in front of Jinx, the little girl cries, and the woman immediately brandishes a rolling pin at him. The sight makes Jinx break out into a small fit of giggles, and Silco just freezes and walks away, muttering under his breath.

Silco can't stop thinking about her, which frustrates him to no end. She's kind but will stand up to a drug kingpin with a fucking rolling pin, she loves his daughter like her own, and she's annoyingly good at cooking. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she stayed.....

I absolutely do think the more Silco realizes he actually likes the woman, the nastier he behaves towards her. He finds some way to rationalize it, but the truth is that he's trying to manufacture a reason to hate her.

I think it all comes to a breaking point one night after the woman puts Jinx to bed. Maybe the woman tries to make some gesture of goodwill towards Silco before she leaves, but he lashes out at her. It starts a yelling match between the two, and they start getting closer together as the argument grows more heated.......

And this is where I'll leave you ;)

[alltimefail]

I wrote a ridiculously long response that turned into basically a fic outline for this question from the Save The Dead Boys Twitter account, and I'm sharing it here so I can link the alt text for people who may want or need it (because Twitter's alt-text limits characters for some reason??? very annoying).

(Source)

Without further ado, The Dead Boy Detectives Zoo episode no one asked for is under the cut 😂

I think a day at the London Zoo would make an incredibly interesting backdrop for an episode!

Edwin has more than likely never been to the zoo, as the London Zoo itself did not open until 1928, years after he died. Charles and Crystal, however, have most certainly been to the London Zoo. Niko has been to a zoo before too, just not the one in London quite yet.

I imagine it happens like this: a ghost client who worked at the London Zoo and died due to being attacked by one of the animals comes in distraught. At first, no one understands the unfinished business or mystery of it; they just feel bad for the person because that's a horrifying way to die obviously, but they know HOW they died/where they died/when they died so it seems pretty cut and dry. That's when the ghost tells them that they'd worked there for years, specifically in the exhibit they died in, and the animals had never so much as bitten the workers in malice, nonetheless had bouts of uncontrollable rage. The only thing they remember before the attack is the animal spasming and acting in pain - that's why the worker intervened, to help - and then everything is muddy from there. The eyes of the animal, however, were the strange part... they had almost a sparkling sheen over them... and that's when the boys realize something is afoot.

They take the case and the client leaves, Charles goes pattering on about how it had been "Literally forever" since he went to a proper zoo, just waxing nostalgic and excited as he does, and the girls are bantering along with him because Niko says she's never been to London's zoo, and that's when Edwin pipes up, nonchalantly like, "Ah yes, I suppose I've never been either, now that you mention it." Charles is just... flabbergasted at this, he's like "MATE, you've never been to London Zoo?" and Edwin good-naturedly rolls his eyes and is like, "I have not been to any zoo, Charles, as the very concept was not even around when I was alive," and he'd probably say more but the look on Charles' face is kind of sad and sheepish because he should have known that, shouldn't of he? Edwin immediately goes to reassure him before Niko breaks the tension (observative as she is) and she's like, "OMG guys, this is perfect! We all get to experience it together, it'll be so perfect!" and Crystal is like, "Yeah, unlike you two who can just waltz right in, Niko and I will have to buy tickets. Might as well get our money's worth and stick around after."

The day starts all fun and nothing really seems amiss until another person is nearly attacked while they're there, and this time it's a child: like the animal is literally beating at the enclosure divider so hard they crack it trying to attack, and fortunately no one ends up hurt but Charles and Edwin do their little signature look at each other because they know SOMETHING is going on.

The case becomes time-sensitive then, and high stakes, so they regroup somewhere quiet where the girls won't get weird looks and that's when they're approached by a shapeshifter deity who has been skulking about the zoo for years (maybe they used to be a God or something before being reborn) and they give good intel, and it'd be funny because you KNOW Charles' hackles are up after Port Townsend and the whole Cat King and Monty debacle, and he's misinterpreting everything this animal shifter does as flirting to the point that eventually the deity calls Charles out for it in a "I don't want your man" kind of way. That's like the B-Plot going on and it would be hilarious, and even Edwin would find that part a little funny/gratifying because he's not dumb and he's SEEN Charles' change in behavior lmao.

Anyway this is now turning into an outline for a fic jfc the TLDR of the rest is that they realize some asshole kid came into possession of some dark magic materials and has been coming to the zoo and practicing the spells on the animals, just being a mischievous shit who thought animals would be easier to start with than humans and wanting to see what they would do. The gang has to fight the little shit, but they're eventually able to get the book away from him and Crystal, the godsend that she is, wipes his memory.

Afterward, they DO actually explore the zoo for fun, and Edwin is transfixed and telling everyone all the facts he knows about the animals. When he doesn't know anything off the top of his head, he reads the displays out loud and jots down the best bits. Charles is absolutely delighted and apologizes for not bringing Edwin sooner, but Edwin is having none of that and they have one of their sweet "Edwin and Charles" domestic moments. They're interrupted by Crystal clearing her throat and Niko giggling, one eyebrow raised because the girls KNOW, okay? But they don't say anything and Charles just steps back (when did they get so close??) and he wraps an arm around Edwin's shoulders and leads the way to the next exhibit. The girls share a lunch of various little junk foods one would only indulge in at a place like the zoo, and all of them leave with a little souvenir (Niko's idea) that they picked out for each other (it ends up working out that Niko picks Crystal's, Charles picks Niko's, Crystal picks Edwin's, and Edwin picks Charles').

From that day forward the group decides to take the time to do at least 1 "Fun" day a month that isn't inspired by casework!

[juliasmesmerized]

Hard to Imagine Josh Washington Ever Changing

I know this'll be my first post on this blog, but I decided to just start strong. I've played until dawn so many times, but this idea of mine never changed. It's the fact that Josh literally fit the ideas of the album "Hard to Imagine The Neighbourhood Ever Changing" and I decided to write summaries down as to why. If this gets people's attention, I could sit and write these as full-fledged one-shots or fics. I can also do this for other characters, but I'd have to sit and listen to my music to fully gather my thoughts. I wanna practice my writing more, so I'd like to put all my energy into the ideas.

I. Dust

This one was interesting because it had lyrics that reminded me of the prank. I feel like it symbolizes his anger towards the group and his feelings in the aftermath of his sisters' disappearance. The first minute of the song before the beat drop is him losing all hope and solace in his life and feeling for his sisters.

"They want a break." He knew after a while that their demise is imminent when the police couldn't find them. He keeps thinking about them which manifests an anger towards the entire group.

"All the lucky ones kept fucking it up, threatened our lives but it wasn't enough" very well fit in his thought process of his life literally changing in one night where he simply wasn't up to fix it. The lucky ones being the group who pulled that prank, even when they meant none of this behind it, were lucky to be alive and found.

"Feelings that can't be undone" feels to me as he overgeneralized everyone including people who were less intending in the prank (i.e. Samantha and Christopher) where he understands and is self-aware in grouping them in his anger, but he couldn't control it.

"Everybody went to outer space, the second the sun exploded, I'm the only one who stayed, if you're reading this I wrote it" everybody moved on with their lives a year later, but Josh didn't forget that night when he was drunk and could not protect his only anchor to his life. Losing them worsened his mental health which Dr. Hill and his conversation on his phone show that.

The intertwining of the lyrics repeating in their own way felt like his mental health declining in real time. The way this would be written out is probably a fanfic josh x f!reader where reader wasn't in the prank at all or anywhere near it and he'd have a moment of telling her everything about it and she'd try to talk him out of pranking them all.

II. 24/7

This had me imagining a cute relationship between Josh and a girl where they were childhood friends, and being that long in the friendship had them rejecting the idea of romance unintentionally. The problem would be is that Josh realizes how he acts around her, but nobody else. He feels more for her than anybody else, he would want to help her through things more intently than others. Hence why, the extension of 24/7 would be to her specifically. Chris would probably be the only one who realizes this and they'd banter about it and Josh pushes him away. It's subtle and cute from both sides.

The parallels of "can't worry about time" and "we only get so much time" is him feeling her slip away when she ironically feels the same. Imagine friends who got too comfortable around each other and stopped being able to see the line between friends and more. Touchy, tension-filled, 'friendly yet craving' relationship between them. When they finally get each other, it'd be messy, raw, and captivating to one another.

III. Softcore + blue

TWO SONGS TOGETHER BECAUSE THEY GIVE THE SAME VIBE. This would be full ANGSTY. It symbolizes his confusion of losing his sisters and figuring out his girlfriend was in on it! How could somebody he loves betray him like this? Instead of cutting her off immediately, he decides to keep her around for the year to invite them all for his psycho activities and break her heart right back.

First forty seconds of Softcore were before the prank and then the rest of the song is him fighting his urge to lash out on her right now for doing that, for being in on having him turn his entire life upside down. She'd be remorseful and tell him how sorry she was, but he feels she's full of shit.

"Are we too young for this? feels like I can't move." is the realization of her hand in this, being Jessica's right hand woman. Sam would tell him everything about what they were planning and apologize for the lateness in locating them as they changed the room for her to not interfere.

He also has a harder battle in hating his girlfriend, he couldn't just forget her after all they were sweethearts. "But I know I'd miss you, baby, if I left right now." "And every time I kiss you, baby, I can hear the sound of breaking down."

Additionally, "watching my youth slip away, you're like the sun, you wake me up, but you drain me out if I get too much." Her presence is a reminder of the past, of what could've been, but she ruins it by being remorseful for the first few weeks and trying to be normal a little too soon, his anger rises in silence.

"I don't want to make this hard, but I will because I'm still sharing my heart." Tired of her trying to ease his pain in the wrong ways he decides on the killer ordeal against them all.

Blue would enter the fray after he decides to unleash everything a year later and she's remorseful and sorry about everything and he's having none of it all. He fully disregards her and generalizes her with the group. "You're done, but I'm ready now." I don't even need to explain the lyrics anymore if you take a listen and imagine what I wrote earlier. I keep listening to the song because it seriously reminds me of Josh.

I would also like to argue, no Wendigos in this for them all to feel his suffering? :)

IV. Reflections

The height of their relationship peaked on the night of his sister's disappearance. f!reader would imagine their lives together and look for him everywhere she went. He avoided her as he avoided the rest of the group. "Maybe it was a blessing in disguise" when he left her all alone. She contemplates everything back then, what if his sisters never disappeared on him, what if the prank never happened (she tried stopping them this time due to the love she had of his sisters as she was Hannah's best friend.) One day she gets a one way ticket back to the Lodge by nobody other than the one and only.

V. Heaven + Nervous

I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS ONE DRUNK JOSH AND READER AND HE'S HITTING ON HER HARD. I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAAAINNNNNNNNNN. A GREAT MISTAKE, DRUNK MESSY AND HAWT.

Honorable mentions as they remind me of my little pookie bear, but they didn't feel like they'd work in a fic just yet: Kill Us All, Scary Love, Roll Call, Void, Flowers, and Sadderdaze. How about I just say the album reminds me of him and end it at that? LOL. I hope you all enjoy this and it's so nice to have a fixation on a character; I haven't had one in so long.

P.S. I had a post shown to me somewhere that Josh is 2010's tumblr and I agree way too much. Hence the music taste.