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ghcstao3 · 1 year ago

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By God, would it be possible for us to get more of soap and his tinder adventure with ghost.

I beg you from the bottom of my heart to grace the world with more because this is simply the best thing on earth.

Please please please.

(hope it’s still okay i’m using your ask for this haha)

not sure why it took me so long but finally! more of the tinder adventure :) this may go on ao3 later but i haven’t decided yet

tinder roulette

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Tinder, in Soap’s opinion, is more of a fun pastime than anything else.

Of course, that isn’t to say he hasn’t used it for its intended purposes—hookups, if anyone is to be honest, it really isn’t a dating app—but it’s long since lost its novelty and has instead become something solely built for Soap’s entertainment.

And Gaz’s, too, apparently.

“I can’t believe how many men on here actually use those stupid fishing pictures on their profiles.”

Gaz has been hoarding Soap’s phone for the better part of an hour, now, liberally swiping left and right on others’ accounts as per routine when neither of them have anything to do. Only this time he’s essentially just been swiping left for a variety of reasons that are mostly beyond Soap.

“I don’t like how he’s holding his phone.”

“Then swipe left,” is usually Soap’s unhelpful and unheeded input.

“Already did,” is what Gaz will say.

Soap sighs as Gaz continues browsing. Normally it’s more fun for Soap than what it’s been that day, but something about the current selection feels… lacklustre. There hasn’t been much of anything funny or fascinating to pique his interest, so Gaz’s say has remained precedent.

It usually does. Just more so today, which Soap is completely fine with—at most he might chat with someone that matches with him (or, again, Gaz might chat with someone under the guise of being John, 28), and otherwise he’ll do absolutely nothing.

Until he hears Gaz suck in a sharp breath beside him. Which could be either a very good or very bad sign.

But by the way Gaz tenses, finger hovering over the screen like he’s afraid he’ll be electrocuted if he does anything, Soap takes it as a very bad thing.

Soap finally looks back at the screen after having been off in his own head for the past fifteen minutes.

At first glance, there isn’t anything that Soap sees that makes him think Gaz’s reaction was warranted. Then, and unfortunately, he starts connecting the different things he’s seeing across the profile—the glaring Simon, 32, the cheesy bio classified underneath it.

And the photos. God, the photos. Soap would hate himself for his immediate recognition coming from a set of bare, scarred and broad shoulders if he didn’t have the excuse of being familiar with the identifiable tattoo that stretches up Simon, 32’s forearm.

Gaz turns to Soap. “You don’t think…?”

“If I’m being honest, Gaz,” Soap says slowly, “I dinnae want to think about this at all.”

Gaz’s thumb inches closer to the screen, and Soap’s heart stops when he sees the hint of a mischievous grin begin to form on his fellow sergeant’s face.

“So then you wouldn’t mind if I…?”

“Gaz,” Soap warns.

“What? It’s probably just an old profile like yours. And besides,” Gaz huffs, and Soap really does not like where this is going, “aren’t you at least a little curious to see what happens? Given your…”

Soap scoffs. “No, because nothing will happen. So hand over my—“

He makes to grab for his phone but is unsuccessful when Gaz, with stupidly lightning reflexes, stretches his arm out of Soap’s reach, and, very much to Soap’s dismay, presses down his thumb and swipes right on their lieutenant’s profile.

“See? What’s the worst that could—oh.”

It’s glaring, that horrible, awful, eyesore of a pop-up that reads It’s a match!

Soap thinks he might die. This is when and where he lays to rest permanently. Because what the fuck?

Gaz winces, sheepishly handing the phone back to Soap. “That is… this is a good thing, innit? Means he likes you back, right? Right?”

Soap doesn’t take it right away, instead shrinking in on himself, desperately scrubbing at his face with the heels of his palms as if it’d erase the last minute of his life. As if it’d erase his entire existence. Because even if they matched—a fact in and of itself that Soap is still having a tough time processing—Soap will eventually have to face Ghost knowing that they had, whether or not the man has checked his own notifications, and that idea alone is mortifying.

Soap is going to kill Gaz.

“This is what I get for not listening to my Mam about goin’ to mass,” Soap groans, plucking the phone from Gaz’s hold. The first picture on Ghost’s profile stares back at him—a goddamn mirror selfie angled in a way that hides his face, but definitely not the definition of his arms thanks to lighting and a muscle tee Soap would have never thought his lieutenant to own—and he doesn’t so much as hesitate to exit out of the notification so he can forget this all happened as soon as possible.

Which would be never, in all honesty, but Soap’s an optimist.

Most days.

“You think I could get a transfer before I have to see him again?”

Gaz quirks an eyebrow. “A transfer by this afternoon? Ain’t gonna happen, mate. Not even the higher-ups could manage that.”

Soap frowns. “This after—what are you talking about?”

Gaz makes an affronted sound. “What am I…? Training, you idiot,” he snaps, smacking Soap upside the head. “You’re on duty with him later. Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“‘Course not.” Soap pauses. He tries to smile but all that forms is a grimace. “If I asked you to fill in for me…“

“Absolutely not,” Gaz says. “You’re facing this yourself, mate. Today. And then maybe after you and Ghost can snog, or something.”

Soap jabs his elbow into Gaz’s side. “You act like this isn’t your fault.”

“But it’s a yes to the snogging?”

As much as Soap might like to entertain the thought any other time, he just groans as he stands from the ratty couch kept in the common room with nothing more than the intention to hide away until facing his inevitable doom.

It’s great, the things he’s feeling at the moment. So great.

And of course that feeling stays all throughout what seems like no time at all before Soap is procrastinating his way to training, an extra weight on his shoulders and far too many thoughts swirling around his head that all cease the second he makes eye contact with Ghost.

A pissy Ghost.

“You’re late,” the lieutenant says.

“Sorry, sir,” Soap mutters. He keeps his gaze anywhere but on Ghost. “Got… caught up.”

Ghost grunts. “Right.”

The silence that follows is characteristic on Ghost’s end. Soap, however, can’t bring himself to say anything without the fear of it somehow leading to asking Ghost if he’s been on his phone at all since that morning without reason to justify the question.

But obviously Ghost picks up on his nerves, and given the man’s irritatingly blunt nature, it’s no surprise he’s confronting Soap about it the moment the recruits are busy and out of earshot.

“You tense, sergeant?” Ghost says. Never a question with him; always an accusation.

“No,” Soap lies. He can’t look over to his colleague without that stupid picture appearing in his mind. “Just…”

“Tense?” Ghost repeats.

Soap sighs. Concedes, “Aye. Tense.”

When Ghost says nothing, Soap finally risks a glance at his lieutenant only to be met with Ghost’s own gaze—too intense, too piercing. Soap hadn’t known brown eyes could look so cold until Ghost.

Soap can’t help but feel as if Ghost already knows. Because in all honesty, he probably does, and there had never been any use in trying to maintain what little remains of Soap’s own dignity.

If he had had any to begin with.

Ghost tilts his head. Scrutinizes Soap further with those eternally analytic pupils of his. “And for what reason, sergeant?”

Soap is going to throttle his superior officer. He’s going to wring the man’s neck, get discharged, and never have to worry about this ever again. Because Ghost is taunting him, clearly, and how unfair is that?

“I think you know, sir,” Soap grumbles through grit teeth, because he supposes he may as well face this head-on now as much as he fears the moment it’s said aloud.

But to his surprise, Ghost actually falls back just a bit, shifting his weight between feet in that awkward, stilted way he rarely does.

Like a kid caught with their hand shoved in the cookie jar.

“Well, don’t dwell on it too much, Johnny,” Ghost finally says—the words are quieter, softer this time. “Was an accident.”

Soap curses the crumbling feeling of hope in his chest that maybe, best case scenario, this whole incident would lead to a confession. But of course not—Ghost swiping right on Soap was an accident.

“Ah. Well.” Soap clears his throat, shying away from what’s become a much kinder gaze, “So was—for me too. Gaz had my phone.”

Ghost hums. Some look glasses over his eyes before he turns from Soap and marches away to continue barking orders at the rookies. Soap doesn’t know if it’s any better than having them both linger in a suffocating awkwardness.

An accident. Right. Why did Soap think it could ever be anything else?

The remainder of training is torturous, with the way Ghost doesn’t utter a word to Soap beyond anything work-related, or some professional-opinion bullshit—all the while was an accident rattles around Soap’s head as the day progresses at a snail’s pace.

He can’t decide if it all being an accident makes the situation any better. He can’t decide on a lot of things today.

And clearly, for Ghost, it doesn’t matter either way.

Soap is going to kill someone. He just hasn’t figured out who yet.

“He said it was an accident.”

Gaz hardly looks up from his tray as Soap slumps into a seat across from him. The mess hall is filled with the hushed buzz of chatter, sporadic and spaced out about the room. The open, public environment is the only reason he feels safe enough talking about it—it’s the only place he isn’t concerned about having Ghost suddenly appear in that eerie, ghostlike way of his.

“Told me not to worry about it,” Soap continues, “as if he hadn’t been making me more worried with his weird interrogation.”

“Remind me why you like him like him again,” Gaz mutters before shoving another forkful of food in his mouth. He chews and swallows unreasonably quickly. “Starting to seem like you don’t actually have feelings for him, mate.”

Soap huffs. “Only because it’s obvious the bastard doesnae feel the same. What’s the point, Gaz?”

Gaz stares at him. Blinks once, twice. “I don’t know,” he says. “You tell me.”

Soap groans loudly, sinking low in his seat. He wishes just one person could give him a straight answer to resolve this entire thing. A be-all-end-all solution to put him out of his misery—because even if Ghost says it was an accident, it still happened, and it still means Ghost is active on his own Tinder to some horrifying-to-think-about extent.

And Soap is horrified to think about it. Not to mention terribly conscious of the fact.

“That’s not even the worst part,” Soap grouses. Admits, “I just told him it was a mistake for me too.”

Soap has endured many looks from many people, and he doesn’t think anything compares to the incredulity on Gaz’s face at that moment.

“You know, I felt bad for getting you into this up until you said that,” Gaz tells him. “But hearing that shit is just unbelievable. You hear yourself, right?”

“Every fucking day,” Soap sighs. He buries his face in his hands, shoulders bunched as he grumbles nonsense into his palms. “What do I even do now?”

“Nothing,” Gaz says, then pauses, shrugs his shoulders. “Or tell him the truth. Maybe he also lied.”

Soap frowns, brows furrowing deeply behind the cover of his hands. The idea never occurred to him, because what would be the likelihood of Ghost ever lying about something as trivial as this? Near zero, Soap would think.

But the idea gives him just a piece of that crumbling hope back. And so does the tone of Gaz’s voice that hints he may know more about something than he lets on.

He always seems to. Soap doesn’t know whether or not he should be thankful.

Before he can decide, however, Gaz is continuing with his ever-so-sage counselling, “If you’re going with the latter, you’d better start looking for him now. ‘Cause if he was lying, he will be avoiding you at all costs.”

Soap huffs, finally letting his arms drop back to his sides as he begins to get up. Once standing, he says to Gaz, “I hate that you’re right.”

Gaz snorts. “Usually am.”

Despite his eye roll, Soap does plan on heeding his advice instead of arguing that no, Gaz is definitely not usually right. Because he isn’t. So what if he’s just on the nose today?

Soap sets off on his search.

It takes well over an hour to locate Ghost, after checking all of his usual spots and hiding places several times over, and asking just about everyone he saw if they knew about the lieutenant’s whereabouts.

The answer, of course, is always no idea, but it was worth a shot anyway—only considering he still manages to find Ghost on his own in the end.

Elusive bastard. Soap thinks if the disappearing act is kept up, he might start to be inclined to agree that Gaz was onto something about Ghost’s own dishonesty.

Maybe it’s a little unethical to be confronting him right out of the showers, though.

It’s a surprise Ghost doesn’t appear to be immediately alerted of Soap’s presence with the loud thud of the door swinging shut, his back remaining turned to Soap all the while the sergeant works up the courage to clear his throat.

And maybe admire the planes of his lieutenant’s back just a moment. He’s pulled on everything but a shirt already—even one of his gaiters has made it on before the hoodie that lies in a heap on a bench beside him as he dries his hair.

Again, though, Soap is more focused on the muscles that had him recognizing Ghost in those photos earlier that day.

“Can I help you, Soap?” Ghost grunts. He drops the towel he’d been using for his hair next to the hoodie he shortly pulls over his head—Soap is only allowed a brief glimpse at damp, tousled, blond hair before a hood is obscuring it.

Soap isn’t sure why he thought Ghost hadn’t noticed him enter.

“You lied to me before,” Soap says. He may as well bite the bullet now—to drag this out any longer than a day seems childish, really. He’s old enough to know that, but stupid enough to have let Gaz have access to his phone, and to still have a Tinder account in the first place.

Ghost tenses. His back stays to Soap as he freezes, and just barely Soap is able to make out the sharp intake of breath.

“Thought I told you not to dwell.”

Soap shrugs, though Ghost can’t see it. “You tell me a lot of things, sir.”

Ghost seems to consider this in the minute rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathes, in the echo of a distant, residual dripping and an overhead fan.

He finally ducks his head, the sound of fabric shifting as he shoves his hands deep into his hoodie pockets. “Maybe I did lie. Maybe I didn’t. S’pose it doesn’t matter either way, does it, Johnny?”

“Why not?” Soap cocks his head. “I mean, Gaz did have my phone, but he had a point about getting my head out of my arse.”

Ghost turns, then, eyes narrowed at Soap with something akin to skepticism. “And what point is that?”

And for what reason, sergeant?

“That I needed to grow a pair and tell you how I feel,” Soap confesses. “To just use this whole thing as an excuse to do that.”

Ghost blinks, those stupidly brown doe eyes of his widening. “Is that what this is?”

Soap chews the inside of his cheek. “If you were lying.” He attempts something playful, but it falls flat. Meek.

There’s still so much distance between them. Too much. And with the way Soap’s heart currently swells with hope, he’s praying that changes soon.

He just has to wait on Ghost.

“I didn’t think anything would happen,” Ghost says.

“Neither did Gaz,” Soap replies. “But I could forgive him.”

“Only if I was lying?”

Soap nods.

“Then you’re a better friend than I’d be, Johnny.”

It’s enough of a confession for Soap. It’s likely the closest thing he’d ever get to one from Ghost.

And that’s alright. Because it’s the best thing to be getting out of what (admittedly) mild fiasco he’d gotten into.

“I’m only so willing because it ended me here,” Soap says. He stalls a moment, almost unashamed in the way he properly looks Ghost over. “And I’d really like to compare those pictures to real life, if I’m honest.”

Ghost huffs. He grabs his towel and slings it over his shoulder before he’s moving toward the exit just behind Soap. Soap’s heart jumps as he gets closer, closing that distance, until Ghost is leaning down to Soap’s ear and murmuring, “I can make that happen.”

The lieutenant teases Soap’s hand, pretending to grab at it but stopping at a mere brush of fingers before he disappears out the door and leaves Soap to stand alone, dumbfounded.

But only for a moment. Because goddamnit if he isn’t immediately trailing Ghost to his quarters after that.

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carsonian · 1 year ago

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12. things you said when you thought I was asleep for stevetony prompts 🥰

Jennnn I'm so sorry this ended up a billion words longer than you probably wanted it but I hope you still like it??? Thank you so much for the brill prompt xx

Be Their Own Star Witness on AO3 | 9,021 words | Rated M

“You shouldn’t have eaten that last fucking donut.” Tony whispered in a menacing tone, and Steve did his best not to erupt into laughter right there and then.

Two months into wedding preparations, they’d made a pact to not have any arguments with each other. They’d seen too many couples ruin their relationship by making opposing stances on filigree known, or well, Steve had read about too many couples ruining their relationship over wedding preparations when he’d been browsing pros and cons of different wedding venues on Reddit.

(Beaches were apparently hell on suits. Tony had made a very pouty face over not getting to use the beach near his house in Dubai, but he’d conceded when Steve painted a very pretty picture of what champagne and sand would look like together.)

The pact was almost instantly difficult. They were both very opinionated people by nature, and, as their friend group could easily and maybe too eagerly attest, one of their primary love languages was bickering. Old married couple bickering. For God’s sake, they’d gotten engaged because Tony’s brain had picked up on Natasha calling them an “old married couple” one too many times, and while the man still refused point-black to the first part—

(“—We’re thirty-four, Nat,” Tony sniffed, “That’s not ol—”

“I’m thirty-one.” Steve pointed out.

“Oh, yeah?” Tony turned away from Natasha to sneer at him, “What’re you doing out of the cradle then, you big baby?”

“Exploring the great unknown,” Steve shot back, “How’d you dig your way out of the grave, old man?”

“Like a worm. The fastest, wriggliest worm you ever did see. . .speaking of. . .”)

—well, case in point.

(Yes, Steve would still love Tony if he were a worm.)

Anyway, it had taken about six days before Tony started confessing his daily grievances to Steve at night, when he figured Steve was asleep. To his credit, Steve had been mostly asleep the first two times he’d heard Tony going off, having assumed that Tony was just talking to himself as he was wont to do. But then, he’d caught the word “peonies” and realised Tony was recanting his earlier affirmation and saying that he in fact did not like white peonies and thought it was rather bland of Steve to even consider it.

A few days later, Steve had casually suggested to their wedding planner, a stern old woman by the name of Mrs. Arbogast, to look for more unorthodox flowers. When she’d shown up to their next meeting with a protea pin, Tony had perked right up while being none-the-wiser to Steve cataloguing his perkiness.

Steve had swiftly realised that this new pillow talk may actually work in their favour and began staying up long enough to hear Tony complain about whatever they’d signed off or done that day. While the original pact had been to just not argue about the wedding preparations, it felt like they rarely argued about anything deeply these days; so much of their life was work, and then wedding prep, work and occasionally sex, and then wedding prep again. So, it was nice to get his own fix of Tony at a time when it felt like they didn’t ever get a minute to talk about nothing, and doubly nice because Steve could make Tony happier without the man needing to ask for it.

He had his limits, sure—he refused, on his fucking doctorate, he refused to have the wedding cake be a life-size recreation of them—and not just because it would be a hell of a lot of fondant but because it was fucking tacky, Tony. Jesus.

Most of the time though, the things Tony was holding back on weren’t hard concessions at all. Like flowers. Like not wanting to invite anyone from the board. Like wanting both Rhodey and Bucky to get a best man speech.

And then, there were other times when Steve would be waiting solemnly for Tony’s opinion on DUM-E doing the ring-bearing and instead he’d just get—

“I mean, you know I’m fucking watching my weight because unlike you, I don’t have the time or inclination to work out two hours a day.” Tony continued, “And yet! And yet you flaunted that donut with rainbow sprinkles in front of me, you goddamn bitch. What happened to pride month? What happened to “together”, huh? What happened to “Tony, I’ll support you no matter what,”? That was the opposite of supportive, that was—you are on thin fucking icing, babe. Thin fucking icing.”

Steve could not have been happier about having his back to Tony. As discreetly as he could, he brought his hand up to cover his mouth, fervently trying to keep his laughter in.

A moment later, he heard Tony sigh and shift in bed. When he spoke up again, it was quieter, more sincere.

“I better get a donut at my wedding. Just sayin’.”

Oh—now, that. That Steve could arrange.

“Hi,” Steve greeted as he walked in, whipping off his tie with one hand, “I’m so sorry I’m late. Just give me five minutes to change?”

“Yeah, no rush.” Tony was at the kitchenette, tapping away on his laptop, “Mrs. Arbogast had a doctor’s appointment so she’s running late as well.”

“Oh, bliss.” Steve dropped his keys off in the fruit bowl and made his way over to the kitchen to drop a kiss on Tony’s temple, “All good?”

“Mm-hmm.” Tony flitted a distracted look at him, “You best change quick though.”

“Reckon I can get a shower in?” Steve asked.

“Mmm.” Tony made a contemplative noise, bringing a hand up to rub at the corner of his mouth. It brought to light the golden ring sitting snug on his finger. The novelty of the sight still made something proud hum in Steve, and he fell to the urge of bringing that hand to his own lips, kissing it lightly.

He felt Tony’s eyes track the movement and when he looked up at him, Tony was giving him a smile filled with content warmth.

“Go ahead.” Tony said, “Your showers are a five-minute affair, anyway.”

“Yeah, when I don’t have you distracting me.” Steve said.

“Oh, puh-lease.” Tony said, voice still an ooey-gooey traitor of his affection, “I didn’t hear you complaining about it last—what was it, Wednesday?”

“Baby,” Steve huffed in amusement, “I ain’t complaining now, either.”

Tony’s eyebrows furrowed a little as he retracked the conversation, “Huh, true.”

“I’ll be down in eight-ish.” Steve said, squeezing Tony’s enclosed palm one last time before straightening.

“Want me to heat up a quesadilla for you?” Tony asked.

“Fuck,” Steve pointed a finger at him, “I’m a fucking genius for marrying you.”

He carried Tony’s laugh with him up the stairs.

“Wedding invites.”

“Oh no,” Tony teased, “Shit’s getting serious. Last chance to back out.”

It had been Tony’s go-to joke since they’d started planning the wedding and Steve’s mouth twisted in a half-smile as he rallied with his go-to response:

“Not a chance.”

“Language, Anthony.” Mrs. Arbogast admonished lightly, and they both straightened as they turned to her.

“Sorry, Mrs. Arbogast.” Tony said, and Steve held back his own cheeky smile. He still wasn’t sure why Tony had insisted on employing the same wedding planner that had organised Howard and Maria’s wedding but then again, it had seemed to make Maria very happy so maybe he did know. Tony was a real mama’s boy.

“I was thinking of something elegant, understated.” Mrs. Arbogast pulled out a few templates, “See, here? But . . .” And at that point, the grey-haired titan gave Tony a narrow look, “I know Anthony and his preferences, so I put together some bolder choices,” She pulled out some more templates before adding, “And as for you, Steve, what do you think—of this?” She put forth some stencils.

Steve turned to Tony, “Whaddya think?”

“I like the red, and the gold,” Tony said, flicking through the samples, “But that’s—what do you like?”

“Red and gold is nice.” Steve said.

“But red and gold is—” Tony gestured meaningfully, “It’s more me than you. What colour scheme do you like?”

“Uh—blue is nice.”

“Of course, blue is nice.” Tony said, “But which of these—here, have a look at these shades. Which do you like?”

Steve sucked his bottom lip in as he looked the options over, “Uh…”

“You’re thinking of something else.” Tony said abruptly, “What are you thinking of?”

“How—” Steve’s frown melted quickly under Tony’s blunt scrutiny, “Okay, yeah, I am.”

“And?” Tony prompted.

“Illustration.” Steve cleared his throat, “One I did of you, from when we first got together.”

“But that’s just of me—oh, would you do yourself too?” Tony asked.

“Uh. Well, I was thinking you would do one of me.” Steve suggested.

“But I’m terrible at drawing.” Tony said, “It’ll look sh—um, bad.”

“It could be a technical drawing, not a sketch. Like what you do for those prosthetic blueprints.” Steve said, “And you’re not bad at drawing.”

“Um.” Tony frowned, “Okay, I’ll give it a go.”

“Just try. It doesn’t have to be what we go with, but. . .” Steve shrugged, “I think it could be memorable.”

“Yeah.” Tony smiled, a touch awkward, “That it would be.”

Steve had just sent out an email to his TA cohort when Tony sat down at the other end of the couch, folding his feet under his thighs. Once seated, Tony let out a long-winded groan and plopped his head down on Steve’s calves.

Steve lowered his laptop screen to give the man a look of bemusement. When Tony didn’t look up, he leaned forward to pat the brunet’s head..

“What’s up?”

At his prompting, Tony raised his head and shuffled closer. Steve deposited his laptop on the coffee table and stretched his arms out. His ever-mature fiancé fell into his arms with a huffy exhale. Steve let out an “oof” when Tony hit his chest, but a low chuckle hummed in his chest as Tony proclaimed, “Art is a mean sport.”

“That well, huh?” Steve murmured.

Tony’s arms wrapped around his torso, head turning so that his ear sat against Steve’s chest.

“You’ve got a Grecian face,” Tony mumbled into his shirt, “And I’ve made it look like Greek salad dressing.”

“Now that I’d like to see.” Steve said, stroking a hand down Tony’s hair and over his upper back.

“No, you wouldn’t,” Tony grouses, “Because I know your sketch has an insane amount of detail, and whenever I see it, I feel so gorgeous, but my sketch will probably do a number on your self-esteem.” Tony lifted his head, “But it’s not because I don’t find you hot, I mean, duh, you know that, but I just don’t have your skill in—oh my god, would you stop laughing?”

Steve laughed harder when Tony’s hands came up to rub at his cheeks, turning his head this way and that in mock affront.

“You’re gonna kill me before the wedding.” Tony complained, “This has been your plan all along, hasn’t it?”

“No, Tony—” Steve grabbed onto Tony’s wrists to pull them off his cheeks, still laughing, “No, I ain’t. Come on, baby, lemme talk.”

“Oh, what—you’re going to say, I’m sure it’s not that bad and honey, even if it is, I’ll still love it because it’s you.” Tony imitated his cadence before making a disgusted noise, “Well, blegh. We’re not doing that.”

“Why not? I like doing that.” Steve said.

“This is our wedding.” Tony said, “And these are our wedding invites. This is where we set the tone, and if we go with my drawing, we’ll basically be saying, hey everybody, the circus is in town. And people will come to the town square in impossibly small clown cars. Do you want that, Steve? Do you want squirting flowers and impossibly long handkerchiefs?”

“Okay, okay, how’s about this—” Steve brings his own hands to Tony’s cheeks in a mirror of what the man had done to him earlier, “I do the drawings and you do the stencil, the design.”

The tension in Tony’s face buffered as he considered Steve’s idea, and then finally, he nodded, “That could work, actually.” He turned his gaze back to Steve’s eyes with a stern gleam in them, “But you’ve gotta do a proper drawing of yourself, alright? None of that wishy-washy sketching you do when it comes to self-portraits.

“I’ll submit it for peer review. How’s that sound?” Steve asked.

Tony laughed shortly at that before thwapping his head down onto Steve’s chest with a relieved sigh. “You are the perfect man.”

“That’s funny,” Steve mumbled into Tony’s hair, “I thought that was you.”

Steve and Bucky were at the gym, getting a workout in before their group’s bi-weekly brunch.

The brunch thing was a tradition from days gone: their little group used to meet for a cheap meal at Stan’s diner every Friday back in college. That felt like years ago, mostly because it was years ago. Steve and Tony had still been just friends when it had kicked off; the former working through his master’s in art history and the latter in his final year of his seventh PhD.

It had begun as a kooky quartet: just Nat and Bucky along with the two of them, and then for a spring, Peggy, before she’d moved back to Hampstead. People came and went as they grew through different friendships. Tony had brought over Bruce, and Steve had brought over Sam (much to Bucky’s longstanding chagrin), and Natasha had brought over Clint (much to everyone’s longstanding chagrin). Thor and Loki had been an amusing duo but after Loki and Clint had an impossibly convoluted fight, the two brothers had broken off from the group, and only kept sporadic contact with them now that they were back in Norway.

There had been a few months when Rhodey had been in town, and those had been Tony’s most exuberant. The lunches had been the source of true amusement; for most of ‘em, hearing the sheer number of ridiculous stories from the two’s adventures in undergrad, before Rhodey had joined the army and Tony had started on his first PhD, and for Bucky and Natasha, the private amusement of bearing witness to Steve’s boiling jealousy.

The weekly lunches had become brunches as they grew older and into occupations, and then became a monthly occurrence, usually at Steve and Bucky’s old apartment. Finally, when Steve and Tony got their shit together and subsequently their dicks together, they’d started having brunches every second Friday in a private, lavish restaurant in Stark Tower. While all of them had decently pressing jobs, no one’s was as subject to whim as Tony’s, and with his increasing visibility in the public eye, it made most sense to congregate at a location that suited him.

This year’s schedule was such that Steve’s classes and Bucky’s shifts worked out to give them an extra two hours before brunch time. So, like the gym rats they were, they went and worked out.

“C’mon, that all you got?” Bucky taunted; hands braced a few inches above the bar. Steve puffed a breath out and heaved up the bar. He’d finished the set two reps prior, but Bucky was doing a good job of amping up his nerves. He did two more straining reps and then huffed out a panting, “Okay.”

Bucky took the bar readily and slotted it back on the rack. “Alright, get your sweaty ass off the bench.”

“Agh.” Steve straightened and got off, watching as Bucky thoroughly wiped his bench before getting on it. He knew the man was doing it more as a gag to try and get under Steve’s skin rather than out of actual concern for hygiene.

“Mature.” Steve said as Bucky tossed the gym towel at him with an expression of severe disgust.

“Pay attention, loose hands.” Bucky said as he lined his hands up against the bar, “Unlike you, I’m actually lifting heavy.”

“You’re so full of gas, it’s a miracle this place ain’t blown up.” Steve huffed, bracing his hands above the bar as Bucky started his reps.

“One, two, three, four,” Steve coughed, “Four, wrist, Buck—”

“Shuddup.” Bucky panted.

“Four, four, wrist, Buck.” Steve said, “You have tendonitis, dipshit, fix your technique. I’m not counting it until you do.”

A few moments, and then Steve amended, “Five, six, seven, eight. One more, come on. Alright, now get to ten. You got it, there you go.”

Bucky put the bar back into its slot with an audible clang before sitting up, “I fuggin’ hate you.” He accused Steve before getting up.

“I’ll make Sam my best man,” Steve raised his eyebrows, “Naw, go on, test me.”

“Yeah, yeah, like he could write a better speech than me. I got the keys to your childhood, punk.” Bucky said, “Get on the bench.”

Steve settled back on the bench, taking a minute to align his hands properly. It was his personal quirk; he liked settling his fingers as equidistant as he could get them on the bar and didn’t mind taking time to ensure it.

“You’re so slow.” Bucky complained, “Are y’like this in bed too?”

“Why the fuck would you even care?” Steve asked, “Weirdo.”

“Just feeling bad for Tony.” Bucky said, “And, uh, speaking of Tony…”

“Oh, cute, here we go.” Steve lifted the bar, brought it down, “Whaddya want?”

“Why’re the two of you being so fuckin’ subservient?” Bucky asked, “When I came over on Tuesday, Tones didn’t say anything about us co-opting the living room for baseball, and he usually throws a hissy fit just on principle. But he just gave you a smooch and went back to his room.”

“Have you considered that he loves me?” Steve finished his last rep, slotting the bar back in place before looking up at Bucky.

Bucky blew a raspberry, “Aw, no way. I thought the marriage was just to get that Stark bounty.”

“Stop, he’s sensitive about that.” Steve warned, getting up.

“Alright, alright, but seriously—what’s up?” Bucky asked, “Is this the pre-honeymoon?”

“We made a no arguments pact.” Steve explained, “Until the wedding.”

“A no arguments pact?” Bucky frowned, “How the hell are you two keeping to it?”

“Um, maybe because we love each other?”

“Yeah, and you express that love with a decent side dish of public arguments.” Bucky said, setting back on the bench, not bothering with the towel this time, “How’re you coping?"

“Well.” Steve waited until Bucky was near the end of his reps and mid-lift, keeping his hands braced to spot, “The sex is going to be great.”

Bucky slotted the bar back before giving him a deadpan look.

“What?” Steve put on a look of ingenue innocence, “You asked.”

“And I am repenting.” Bucky sighed, “Let’s do our stretches and get outta here.”

“We haven’t done legs.” Steve pointed out.

“It’s arms day.” Bucky retorted.

Steve crossed his arms, “Tony likes my quads.”

“Tony likes my quads.” Bucky imitated in a high-pitched tone, “Gawd, you have it bad.”

“Yeah, and who spent an hour working out his core before meeting Natasha?” Steve threw out.

“That was eleven years ago, fuckhead.” Bucky tugged his hair tie off and gathered his sweaty strands together to retie it, “Can we move on already?”

“Yep,” Steve snapped his fingers, “Come on then, leg press time.”

“Fuckin’ Tony.” Bucky grumbled, picking his towel up from the floor.

“That’s the plan, yeah.”

Steve wasn’t really surprised when Bucky threw in the towel—not even when it ended up thrown on his own face.

“See, my question is—thanks honey—my question is, when the fuck did we start wearing flower crowns in weddings?” Tony complained, “Is this a queer thing I totally missed out on or is Jan just punking me?”

Natasha wrinkled her nose, “Nuh-uh. No flower crowns.”

“Thank you!” Tony said emphatically.

“I think we’d look cute with flower crowns.” Steve said, just to mess with Tony.

“No!” Tony took a sip of his lemonade, wincing before amending, “No thank you, I mean.”

“A circle of…” Steve’s lips twitched, “White peonies along your head,” He stroked a line against Tony’s temple, “Real pretty.”

“I see you for what you are.” Tony poked a finger against Steve’s chest, “Menace.”

Still, it was obvious in the sudden line of relief in Tony’s shoulders that he had genuinely believed that Steve wanted flower crowns for their wedding. Steve pressed a conciliatory kiss against his shoulder before admitting, “It would be tacky.”

“So tacky.” Tony shuddered.

“Did Jan give you a final look of the suits?” Natasha pressed, twirling her fork into her pasta. Sitting next to her, Bucky uttered a drawn-out groan.

“If I have to look at lapels again, I will actually walk out.”

“Should we be so lucky!” Tony gasped, putting his hands together in an exaggerated hand-clap.

Bucky leaned back in his chair as he levelled a middle finger at Tony, and Steve’s soon-to-be husband returned his pseudo-brother’s mature gesture with a very mature one of his own; he stuck out his tongue at him.

“Jan sent us the designs, yes.” Steve answered in Tony’s stead, “I okay’d them but then Tony said he needed approval from the redheads in his life.”

“And mom.” Tony added.

“And Maria, yes.” Steve said, “Hands up, everyone who thinks Maria okay’d it.”

Natasha and Bucky’s arms stayed tellingly on the table.

“She still thinks Steve should wear the white tux.” Tony said, “And that I should wear a—” Here, Tony propped his fingers up to do quotation marks, “—A pillowing, charcoal-grey, semi-transparent veil beaded with Swarovski crystals.”

“Now that I agree with.” Steve said to Tony, “Oh, c’mon, you’d look so pretty.”

“Can you imagine Howard’s reaction?” Tony asked, rolling his eyes, “He’s still calling our wedding the BFG wedding.”

“Big fat Greek wedding?” Natasha asked.

“Big fat gay wedding.” Tony corrected.

Bucky visibly choked on his drink, some of the lemonade spilling over onto the table. Natasha handed him a napkin before replying, “Well, that’s a B for creativity.”

“If we’re going to account for Howard’s taste in our wedding, then we should go ahead and tick off inflatable dildos from the gift registry.” Steve teased.

“Wh—” Bucky started.

“He’s joking.” Tony rolled his eyes, “Though calling that a joke is testing the limits of honest comedy.”

“Honest comedy like the video loops of robots falling that you cackle over?” Steve checked.

“Yes.” Tony gave Steve a haughty look before turning his head back front to face Natasha, “Besides, it’s not about the veil so much as it is about the fact that I just know that every time I glance over at him during the wedding, he’ll be giving me a stink eye.”

“I mean—if you’re gonna stink, be the biggest stink you can be.” Bucky said through a mouthful of lasagna.

Steve raised his fork at Bucky, “Hear, hear.”

“Uh—” Tony turned to face him, mouth set in a straight line, “Can we drop this?”

“. . .Sure.” Steve agreed after a beat.

“Okay, what?” Natasha looked between them before turning to Bucky, “Did they drop the argument, just like that?”

“They’re doing some tantric sex foreplay.” Bucky explained to her, patting her arm in consolation.

“What the f—” Tony started.

“—Tantric sex?” Steve completed.

“Oh, great, because they can’t go off on each other, they’re gonna gang up on me.” Bucky said.

“Poor baby.” Natasha mock pouted.

“You’re on thin fucking ice.” Steve said to Bucky.

“Yeah, I know,” Bucky spread his hands out in a soft imitation of jazz hands, “Global warming and whatnot. It’s all thin ice moving forward.”

“. . .Steve.” Tony prompted when Steve didn’t say anything back to Bucky.

“Well, that was a good one.” Steve admitted.

Tony sunk his head into hands, making a deflating balloon noise into his fingers.

“We broke him.” Bucky announced solemnly.

When Tony didn’t raise his head, Steve frowned and put an arm around the man, “Hey, let’s go to the bathroom.”

“Ugh.” Tony pronounced, “Nah, I’m going back up to the office.”

“Y’okay Starky boy?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah,” Tony said, shaking his hair out of his eyes, “I’m just more wired than I thought.”

“It’s ‘cause you guys aren’t fight—” Bucky raised his hands in surrender when all three of them shot him a threatening stare, “Alright, alright, I’m the asshole.”

“Nah, you’re not.” Tony got up, “Hey, get some dessert on me.” He put his card down, “Since I’m still on that stupid diet.”

“Which you don’t have to be on.” Steve pointed out.

Tony rolled his eyes at him and picked up his phone and suit jacket from the table. Then, with a kiss to Natasha’s cheek and a slap to Bucky’s hand, he walked off. Steve gave his goodbyes to the two of them before rushing after Tony.

He only caught up to the speedwalking escapee when he’d reached the private elevator.

“Penthouse?” Steve asked, “. . .Hey, what’s up?”

“Don’t you have a class in like, two hours?” Tony said, eyes on the lift button.

“Yeah.” Steve got into the lift with him, “Tony, what’s—”

Tony rolled his eyes. Again.

“You are wired today.” Steve grabbed onto Tony’s arms and dragged him close, “Come on, Tony, what’s going on in that mind of yours?”

“I’m annoyed and trying very hard to not lash out more than I already have.” Tony explained in a dull voice. Still, he didn’t try and escape from Steve’s hold, resting his forehead against Steve’s collarbones.

“Hey, Tony?” Steve said, chin resting atop Tony’s head, “I’d rather you screamed at me than held back like this.”

Tony sighed, lifting his head up, finally meeting Steve’s gaze with a soft lost look in his eyes.

“Do we really fight that much?” Tony asked.

“It got to you, huh.” Steve ran a hand through Tony’s hair. It was gelled and slicked back, and his fingers came off the hair with a tacky feel to them. He pressed a kiss to the crown of Tony’s head anyway.

The lift beeped softly as they arrived at the penthouse, and Tony broke from his arms to walk out through the doors.

“Every one of our friends has commented on the fact that we haven’t been arguing,” Tony called out, “And then expressed shock that we’ve been able to hold ourselves to it.” He plopped down on the living room couch. He wouldn’t lie down while in the suit; Tony got fussy about wrinkles when he had to be at SI. After a measured inhale, Steve went over to sit down next to him.

“Makes you think, I guess.” Tony finished on a sigh.

“Nah.” Steve denied, “They don’t mean it like that.”

Tony turned to him with a defiant look but before he could rebut, Steve added, “And even if they did, it wouldn’t matter because guess what?”

“. . .What?”

“It’s our relationship. You and me. We know that our arguing doesn’t make us a bad couple, that even if we cross the line, we know how to walk back. We’ve done the work, remember?”

“I guess.” Tony said, leaning over to rest his head against the crook of Steve’s neck.

“And hey,” Steve turned his head to press another kiss against Tony’s head, “Guess what?”

“This is a lot more guessing than I’m comfortable with.”

“The sex is going to be phenomenal.” Steve whispered.

A sputtering laugh left Tony’s lips, appearing to startle the man himself as he put a hand over his mouth.

“Aw god.” Tony said, laughter still rounding the words, “You’re right about that.”

Steve was waiting on it, but it was still hard to keep his body deliberately untensed as Tony crawled onto his front later that night, pressing his nose into Steve’s neck.

“Let’s just not fight.” Tony suggested quietly, “After we get married.”

Then, with a rueful sigh, “Though, if we’ve gotta fight, there’s no one else I’d rather fight than you.”

And then, thoughtfully to himself, “Maybe I should wear that veil.”

“Two hours, Tony.” Steve said into the phone, trying to bite back his frustration, “I asked you if you could make it with the board meeting today, and you said, absolutely, and this is the last catering check, Tony, we only get three of those and it’s not—”

“D’you still want me to come?” Tony interrupted, voice tight with tension, “‘Cause you can yell at me later but I’ve got about a hundred meters before the intersection.”

The words ran like a bucket of cold water over him. Steve ran a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his head as he did so.

“No, I’ll meet you at home.” Steve said.

“Fine.” Tony clicked off almost instantly.

It was only after Steve made his goodbyes to the catering manager and Mrs. Arbogast, packed up the food, and got into his car that his frustration substituted for remorse.

He whistled a low breath out and put his head against the steering wheel.

“Shouldn’t have yelled.” Steve admonished himself.

He knew better. Eight years of dating—goddamnit, he knew better. When he got upset, it was better to step away from Tony. Burn that energy off somewhere else. Tony could be biting and mean too, and their rows—the proper rows, anyway—were rough creatures. But there were also times, when Tony would shelve off the part of him that hurt and go blank. And Steve knew what it looked like, knew that Tony would be tight-lipped—and yet, he’d still—

“Fuck.” Steve groaned.

When he got home, Tony was already in bed. Propped against the headboard, he was reading the book that Pepper had recommended to him. The reading glasses that had been prescribed to him after his last visit to the optometrist were set on his face, and they concealed a little of the bright brown Steve was accustomed to.

“Hi.” Steve offered.

“Hi.” Tony returned, gaze lifting to meet his for a moment.

Steve breathed in, out, and then extended the olive branch. “I shouldn’t have yelled.” He said softly.

“I shouldn’t have been late.” Tony replied readily. His finger tapped against the cover of the book as he added on, like it had been torn from him, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no, I’m sorry.” Steve said, walking to Tony’s side of the bed and sitting down next to the man. “I know it must’ve been out of your control.”

“Thank you for saying that.” Tony said. It was familiar, a line they’d learned when they’d gone through couples counselling, two years into their relationship. They’d had a disagreement that had blown out into what their friends now teasingly referred to as “the civil war”. Putting themselves back together had required a lot of work.

It had fortified them, but, and Steve remembered their therapist’s voice even now as she’d said, we all hurt the ones we love. Even when we have the best intentions. It’s what we do after that defines who we are.

Steve had taken it to heart then, and he brought it out now.

“I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” Steve admitted. “I know better than that.”

Tony put the book flat on his lap, giving him a conciliatory smile, “It’s alright.”

“I got most of the samples from the caterer.” Steve offered, “I could’ve pushed for another check, but the lady seemed like the kind to keep score and I didn’t wanna—”

“It’s alright.” Tony put the book away and got up, “Should we eat ‘em now?”

“Yes, please. Just—” Steve rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, “Let me shower?”

Steve was lathering his arms when Tony pulled the shower curtain open, walking in.

“’Scuse me?” Steve said.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Tony said.

“By all means.” Steve rinsed his arms off before turning to kiss Tony.

“Shower-shower or sex-shower?” He whispered against Tony’s temple.

“How about, we wash each other and take it from there?” Tony suggested.

“Sex-shower, then.” Steve said.

Later, as they towelled dry, bathroom steamy as the vents worked overtime to make up for it, Steve considered their reflections in the bathroom mirror.

“What are you thinking?” Tony asked, hip-checking him gently as he pumped a handful of lotion into his hand.

“I like how we look together.” Steve said, “Just—I like how we fit.”

“Hmm.” Tony slapped Steve’s face lightly, smearing lotion across his cheek, “That’s good. No need for plastic surgery.”

“Ye-eup. That’s why I’m marrying you. No plastic surgery.”

“Oh, babe, I agree.” Tony rubbed the lotion in before turning back to consider their reflection in the mirror.

“Our love may not be perfect, but we are damn sexy.” The world’s foremost futurist proclaimed.

And Steve, his soon-to-be husband, was helpless to do anything but agree.

Later, after Steve had feigned sleep for about thirty minutes, he felt Tony slide close to him and impress a kiss against the nape of his neck. Then, after a moment, Tony’s forehead rested against it. Steve did his best to keep his body loose, unresponsive like someone asleep would be.

He waited for a few minutes for Tony to speak, to say something. He knew the man was still awake, could feel it in his irregular breathing. Part of him wanted to drop the ruse, to turn around and cover the man with his own breadth. Soothe the lines of lingering whatever. But he also knew Tony wouldn’t talk, had maybe already dug a shallow enough grave for this blip.

Tony was very good at the retrospective water-down: convincing himself that things hadn’t actually hurt that much once the bleeding stemmed.

It was just as Steve was genuinely reaching the threshold of sleep, the time between each blink longer and longer, that Tony finally spoke up.

“We’re only three weeks away.” Tony whispered. “We signed off on the food today. The food we’ll have for our wedding. This is. . .real, isn’t it? All of this. I’m—”

“Can you believe it?” Tony continued, “That it’s happening?”

Steve had never wanted so badly to break free from this secret as he did now. He wanted to bring his arms up, pull this moment apart like cotton candy and hold Tony. Tell him, it’s happening. And I can’t believe it either. But I’m so happy.

He wasn’t sure what it was that kept him from doing so. And when Tony slipped off him with an exhale that lingered bone-deep, he stayed awake a while longer, thinking of the sunrise spread before them. Of their future. When Tony’s breaths turned to snores, he turned over and shuffled close to his soon-to-be husband—no, his fiancé. His fiancé. Because even if the future was a stone’s throw away, he was in no rush to meet it. He was happy, right now, right here, with his fiancé in his bed.

Steve fell asleep like that, nuzzling against the back of Tony’s neck and arm slung around his heart.

“You’re frizzing out.” Tony observed, tone surprised.

“I’m not frizzing out.” Steve denied outright, turning back to walk through the hotel’s bedroom and into the sitting room. The suits were ironed but he’d just had the thought to put the plastic cover back over them.

“Yes, you are.” Tony had followed him through the door, and the expression on his face was that of charisma at rest.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Steve said, straightening out the plastic sheet.

“Like what?”

“Like that.” Steve splayed his hand demonstratively at Tony’s face. “It’s the same expression you have when you’re sucking my dick and you know I’m close to coming, and you choose that—” He snapped the plastic cover to straighten it out, “—moment to pull off. Just t’keep me on edge.”

“Wow.” Tony crossed his arms, amusement strikingly obvious, “And here I thought I’d be the one to have cold feet.”

“I’m not having cold feet.” Steve said, putting the plastic cover on Tony’s suit. Both suits were beautiful but something about the clean white against Tony’s warm tone was fantastical. He couldn’t wait to see Tony in it. They’d agreed to do the first look on the morning of their wedding, though both had consulted each other on the design extensively enough. Since they’d signed off on Jan’s design, Steve had spent many a minute in the gym imagining the suit on Tony. He was looking forward to it. Amongst about a hundred other things. Steve looked over at Tony after carefully setting the suit down. “I’m having hot hands.”

“Hot. . .hands.” Tony echoed.

“I’m so excited, I dunno how I’m going to sleep.” Steve said, snapping the other plastic cover before sliding his own black suit into it.

Steve heard Tony’s footsteps as the man pattered over to him, and then felt the man’s arms around him just as he set his own suit down. Tony pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek, their height difference meaning that it landed closer to the juncture between his jaw and neck.

“I have hot hands, too.” Tony said, “You know that, right?”

“I know.” Steve turned his own head to face Tony, foreheads meeting as he leaned in. He closed his eyes, just letting the moment seep between them. “We’re gonna get married.”

“We are.” Tony agreed, a short but overjoyed chuckle following the words, “Oh my god, we are.”

“I’m a little freaked out.” Steve leaned back to open his eyes. Tony’s eyes were radiant when they met his, but—and this was damn telling—absent of even a flicker of uncertainty. “I want to check on mom and dad, and I want to go wake Bucky up so we can grapple, and I want to have you—here, on the rug—but I also want to savour this evening for what it is, to wait it out, but I’m—I’m jumping outta my body.”

“I know, baby.” Tony said, “I feel the same.”

“So, what do we do?” Steve asked.

Tony wrinkled his nose as he deliberated before finally deciding, “Let’s do that.”

“All of that?” Steve checked.

“Well. Not the sex, though, because you’re super into delayed edging.” Tony rolled his eyes before adding, “And oh, we are not checking on my parents because Howard will be working and mom will probably start troubleshooting my hairstyle for tomorrow and if I see another Pinterest board in this fucking life, I will find a way to destroy the internet.”

“Can’t have that.” Steve said, before turning around, bringing Tony into his circle of arms.

“Let’s do that, then. Your parents, Bucky, Rhodey, and then sleeping together without sleeping together.” Tony said. “Our last night before the rest of our lives.”

“I like the sound of that.” Steve said.

“I like the sound of you.” Tony volleyed, and Steve leaned down to kiss him for it.

That night, they both fell asleep in each other’s arms, four hours before they were meant to get up. There were no late-night confessions this evening, no need for anything really but the silent symphony of the two of them at peace.

Steve opened the door and stepped back just so he could throw his hands in the air, “Really?”

His father and Tony looked up from their little hideout, a cheeseburger between them.

“Oh, come on, I just wanted one bite.” Tony whined, “I’ve been on a diet for three months!”

“Stevie, he just wanted one bite.” His father, ol’ Joey Rogers, said, “You’ve been starvin’ him for three months.”

“I’ve not been starving him, it was his choice, and besides—we have twenty minutes before we’re expected at the altar.” Steve got to the crux of it.

Tony startled, “No! What, really?” He latched onto Joe’s wrist, turning it over to check the time, “Oh, shit.”

“Only you’d be late to your own wedding.” Pepper added, coming up behind him. She had a clipboard in her hand, a black one she’d gotten from Mrs. Arbogast. She’d readily taken on the task of timekeeping and had come to Steve when she couldn’t find Tony in their suite.

“I’m not late. Not yet anyway.” Tony stood up, giving Joe a hand up before handing him his walking stick, “Okay, pa. Wedding first, cheeseburger later.”

“I’ll save you a bite.” Joe patted his hand reassuringly. “Hey, son, what’s the rush for? It’s not like I gotta walk you down the aisle.”

“You gotta get to your seat, dad.” Steve said, “Ma’s been looking all over for you.”

“Aw, jeez, whatever. Alright, let’s go.” Joe said, wrapping the burger back up and pocketing it.

“Anthony!” Maria rushed up, “Oh darling, I’ve got it.”

“Got what?” Steve asked.

“Surprise, don’t listen.” Tony warned.

Steve raised his eyebrows but turned away, moving off to the front seats with his dad.

His mom was already seated, a flute of champagne in her head.

“You’re drinking, ma?” Steve asked, surprised.

“Oh no, darling,” Sarah Rogers shook her head, looking like summer incarnate in her sunflower yellow gown, “Maria just handed this off to me because she had to get—oh, I’m not supposed to say.”

“I’ll take that, then.” Joe said, taking the glass and downing it.

“Oh, Joey.” Sarah tilted her head, “What if she wanted that back?”

“There’s no shortage of ‘em.” Joe defended himself.

“You want another one?” Steve turned to see Howard coming up, two glasses of scotch in hand.

“Uh, sure thing, Howard.” Joe said. None of them mentioned that Joe hated scotch.

“It looks bad if there’s only one dad drinking but both of them?” Howard laughed, already a little tipsy, “That’s a partnership.”

“Cheers to that.” Sarah said brightly.

“Yeah, uh, by the way,” Howard put a hand against Steve’s shoulder before saying, with the enthusiasm of a lamb to the slaughter, “Maria told me to say that you look real spiffy.”

“Uh, thank you, sir.” Steve smiled.

“Please, you’re marrying my son.” Howard said, smirk a little like Tony’s for how it slanted to the right, “Call me Mr. Stark.”

“Haha.” Steve said, “Would you like to sit down here?”

“Nah, I’ve been told that my seat’s on Tony’s side.” Howard said, “I was just told to scurry off while Maria made Tony up like a girl.”

“Like a girl?” Steve frowned.

“Maria gave me a list of words I’m not allowed to use.” Howard shrugged, “It’s comprehensive.”

“. . .Great.” Steve decided on.

“Everything looks absolutely wonderful.” Sarah pitched in, standing up to tweak Steve’s bowtie. “How are you feeling, honey?”

“Like a keg ‘bout to explode.” Steve answered honestly.

“Attaboy.” Joe grinned.

“Don’t you worry.” Sarah said, “Bambi and Pepper are on everything, and Buck’s corralling all the guests into place. You just keep yourself presentable. You have your vows, right?”

“Yep.” Steve patted his suit jacket pocket.

“You need me to go over them with you?” Sarah asked.

“Ah, not again.” Joe rubbed a hand over his face, “C’mon, Sarah, he’s got it memorised back to front but we all know that in the end, he’s gonna get six words in, put ‘em back into his pocket and start improv’ing.”

“Dad, that’s not. . .” Steve considered it for a moment, “Huh, you’re probably right.”

“Precedent speaks for itself.” Joe shrugged.

“I don’t reckon Tony’s even thought of his vows.” Howard said, thoughtfully.

“Oh, he has.” Sarah said, “The two of them asked me to help them with the editing, you know, ‘cause they wanted to make sure neither of them were saying the same things as the other.”

“Huh.” Howard said, a thoughtful note to the word, “Well. I guess I should get some water then. Sober up a little.”

Steve found out about the surprise when Tony met him at the entrance to the hall, before the doors from which they’d be making their walk down to the altar.

“Oh.” The word left Steve in a breath as his eyes ran over his—fiance. The last time that word would be used for the man standing before him, a vision in white and now with a delicate, short white veil over his face. It glittered under the lights, and Steve realised the shimmer came from crystals that had been woven into the fabric.

“So, you like it.”

“Tony.” Steve managed, arms rising of their own accord to skate along Tony’s arms, his shoulders. “You. . .”

“You too.” Tony agreed.

“I mean, just...” Steve said, “The veil is very nice.”

“Thank my mom.”

“I will.”

Tony narrowed his eyes at Steve when he stayed there, rubbing his hands up and down Tony’s arms, “Oh, you like-like.”

“Hm.”

“I mean, you like it as in this is doing it for you.” Tony said.

“Yeah, kinda.” Steve said, “You realise you’re an absolute tease for springing this on me?”

“Mom told me to make sure you dip me for the pictures because it’ll look really pretty with the veil.” Tony said, “But I told her that just ‘cause I’m wearing a veil, does not mean I’m the girl in this relationship. So. I’ll be dipping you.”

“So I’m the girl?” Steve frowned.

“Well. No. We’re both men.” Tony blew out noisily, “You’d think you would know that.”

“Can you even hold my weight?” Steve asked.

Tony gave him a truly annoyed look, “You keep that up, you’re not gonna get to fuck me tonight.”

“Well, then,” Steve leaned close to whisper, “Your Brazilian wax will go to waste. And your enema.”

“Like you care if I have either of those things.” Tony squinted at him, “You’d wanna fuck me anyway.”

“Yeah.” Steve shrugged, “Can’t deny that, won’t deny that.”

The old jazz piano started playing from inside the hall and they both mustered up.

“Well,” Tony smiled, and even with the veil, it was brilliant, as effervescent as the crystals. “Last chance to back out, Rogers.”

“Not a chance, Stark.”

“And I swear on my doct—”

“Oh, is he swearing on his doctorate again?” Tony came up behind him. The wedding after-party was in full swing, and they were making their rounds.

“Well,” Steve put a proprietary arm around Tony’s hip, “We don’t all have three of them. I gotta cash mine in while it’s got value.”

“Sorry, am I still needed?” Clint asked, “Because the third-wheeling is making me wanna call my ex.”

“Do not call Laura.” Steve warned, “Go talk to Sharon. She’ll set you up.”

“With a woman?”

“What, no. With a drink.” Steve waved Clint off. “And don’t get into a fight with Loki!”

He was about to speak to Tony when Howard and Maria came up.

“Oh honey, careful with the veil.” Maria said, leaning up to fix the veil’s positioning on Steve’s head. After Steve had dipped Tony for the kiss, Tony had transferred the veil onto Steve’s head and dipped him, cheekily quipping, “How’s that for two men?” after. Once the reception had kicked off, he’d insisted that Steve keep the veil on his head, though Steve had pulled the fabric off his face to see better.

“It really wasn’t made for a black suit,” Maria said in an undertone before smiling at Steve, “Oh, but darling, you look wonderful.”

“Thank you, Maria.”

“Oh, none of that now.” Maria tutted, “We’re family, Steve. You call me, “mama”.”

“. . .Thank you, mama.” Steve said, touched despite himself.

“None a that for me.” Howard said, “I like you, Stevie, but I didn’t even like Tony calling me papa or, agh, daddy. Remember when you were young enough to say it?”

“Yes, and I still have issues from it. It’s why I call Steve “daddy” in the bedroom.” Tony said before snorting, “I’m kidding, dad, no need for the stink face.”

“I thought jokes were meant to be funny.”

“You’re at a gay wedding, dad.” Tony pointed out, “I’m all out of I-hate-my-wife jokes.”

“I have never made a joke like that.” Howard said to Maria, “I love my wife.”

“I know, Howie.” Maria patted his arm in reassurance. “Tony, that’s a lovely joke.”

“I know.”

“Don’t repeat it.” Maria said.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” Tony said in an undertone, “He’s going to think I actually call you “daddy”.”

“Hmm.” Steve held Tony’s hip as they danced around the hall, “Not my thing, baby.”

“Me neither.” Tony said, “Gosh, the cake was good.”

“You’re full?” Steve asked.

“I could be fuller.” Tony tilted his head, “Why? Are you propositioning me?”

“Not yet.” Steve said, clearing his throat, “Hey, let’s dance over into the dressing room.”

“You’re really not propositioning me?” Tony double-checked.

“Not like that. It's my surprise. Now,” Steve said, “be subtle-like. Don’t want people thinking we’ve eloped.”

“Pft,” Tony said, “Okay, follow my lead, then.”

“Y’know,” Joe clinked his glass with Howard’s, “I always wanted two sons.”

“Yeah?” Howard sniffed, “You wanted ‘em to get married to each other, too?”

“The veil was a beautiful touch.” Sarah said to Maria, and the woman beamed, looking like a bride herself in white. Apparently, the not-wearing-white rule didn’t count if there were two grooms and one of them was your son. To her credit, Maria and Tony had looked beautiful in the family photographs.

“I had a black suit and veil handy too,” Maria confided, “Just in case Tony changed his mind about the suit.”

“Good job, gang.” Bucky raises his glass. Rhodey, Natasha, Happy, Sam and Pepper raised their glass.

“To Steve and Tony, and their everlasting love.” Pepper toasted.

“And their everlasting board game nights.” Happy added.

“And their everlasting prolonged eye contact.” Natasha said.

“And their everlasting arguing, now that the pact’s done with.” Rhodey said.

“And our everlasting third-wheeling.” Sam said.

“Hear, hear.” Bucky finished.

Steve took the little box out from the mini-fridge and proffered it to Tony.

“A gift?” Tony made a show of raising his hands to his cheeks in coy flirtation, “Oh my, hubby, you shouldn’t have.”

“Unwrap it, Tony.” Steve said.

Tony loosened the pink ribbon, tossing it before flipping the box open to look inside.

“Oh, baby.” Tony gazed up at Steve with so much affection that it looked like the heart-eyes emoji come to life. Steve didn’t think his heart had any room left for love but the frisson of joy that ran from his neck to spine proved him wrong.

Tony’s hand reached into the box and brought out the donut with rainbow sprinkles he’d ordered for him.

“Thank you.” Tony said in a hushed tone, and emotion kept it heavy and low; like if he spoke any louder, he would burst apart from it all. Steve understood it perfectly; he felt the same way.

“Every time.”

“You mean, any time.” Tony said as he took a bite, eyes closing to savour it.

“No,” Steve corrected, soft as the donut, as the curl of Tony’s eyes, as this moment, “I mean every time.”

Steve took the hallway down to their suite. He’d said goodbye to everyone: hugged his parents off, helped Maria bring a drunk Howard back to their bedroom, given Mrs. Arbogast the bouquet of flowers and champagne Tony had bought for her. His husband—wow, that was novel in the best way—had headed off with Rhodey a half-hour back, telling Steve he was going to change out of his tight shoes.

He hadn’t come back though, and Steve had assumed he was taking a kip back in the room. They’d been on their feet for the better part of the day, after all.

“Tony?” Steve called out as he entered their suite. Tony wasn’t in the sitting room, and Steve lingered for a moment at the threshold to take in the sight of the leftovers from their morning frenzy. Tony’s empty espresso cup. Gel and hair products strewn across the vanity. The powder Maria had used on Steve’s face. The mascara Tony had run along his own lashes. A spread of their lives just before they’d gotten married.

Suddenly, he had to see Tony. His husband. Steve turned away from their past and faced their future, quickly making his way through the sitting room to the bedroom.

“Tony. . .?” Steve trailed off, brought to a standstill at the entrance.

Tony was laid back on the bed, wearing the veil. Steve swallowed roughly.

Just the veil.

“Hey, husband.” Tony said.

Steve stepped forward.

Steve was actually dropping off to sleep when he heard Tony.

“Thank you for the donut.” Tony whispered, “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Thank you for letting me take care of you. Thank you for saying yes when I proposed. Thank you for us. For this day, and all the days ahead.” Tony continued, “I love you.”

“I love you today.” Tony said, “I love you tomorrow. I love you forever.”

Steve breathed out, mind jolting so quickly to wakefulness that it felt like exhaustion was being siphoned out of him.

“What, you’re not going to say it back?”

Steve’s breath stuck in his throat and his eyes snapped open. Tony had his head propped on Steve’s chest and he sat up a little to meet his gaze.

“You knew?” Steve asked.

“Yeah.” Tony confessed.

“All this time?” Steve confirmed.

“Yep.”

“Wow.” Steve said, “You sneaky minx.”

“Could say the same for you.” Tony said.

“A pair of sneaky minxes, then.” Steve decided, “The two of us.”

“Ha!” Tony kissed a tender spot high on Steve’s neck, “Okay, okay, we’re creeps, we’re weirdos.”

“Don’t go all Radiohead on me now.” Steve mumbled, patting Tony’s flank, “Sleep now, baby. We’ve got the rest of our lives to figure out what to call it.”

“Steve Rogers and Tony Stark yesterday.” Tony said, “Steve Rogers and Tony Stark today.”

“Everything changes but us.” Steve caught Tony’s drift.

“You get me, honey, you do.” Tony said.

“I got you.” Steve breathed out, “You got me.”

And it set to stone between them like a promise. A new pact: one they’d keep till the end of their lives. The charming crux of this lush day and the evermore point of their future together.

I got you.

You got me.

#my writing #my fics #stevetony #ishipallthings #prompt fill

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miralines · 7 months ago

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Before I say anything, I just want to inform you that I just randomly came across your post browsing the discourse tag for something else. I don't know who you are nor what's happening with ao3 users here. I don't know if you wanted a deep(ish)dive into someone's thoughts and reasons for choosing fics based on kudos and hits ratio, but 100% ignore if you didn't! Sorry if I am intruding by doing this!

I come from multiple giant fandoms and when there are multiple fic choices with tags and summaries that I like, I do choose to go by kudos and hits ratio. Just to pick which one to check out first. I did notice however, that in smaller fandoms or tags this couldn't be applied because there's not enough fics, so I just read what I'm interested in most.

Why? Kudos signify how enjoyed the fic is to me, because usually the more kudos it has the more talked about it is on other platforms. Why would that be important? It's just that I enjoy exploring content made by others after I'm up to date with a fic. It's really fun to see people talk, theorize, make art and speculate or scream over things that will or did happen. It's giving me an opportunity to find people with similar interests and see what they make overall!

Sometimes though, if fic in a fandom or a tag that's incredibly popular gets hundreds of hits and very few kudos, I choose not to read it. This is based on a few bad experiences I had giving those fics a chance, where something in them made me uncomfortable or hard to read. I don't have any very specific needs when I'm reading fics, I just enjoy reading as a part of enjoying the fandom, so when I see the general readers avoid giving kudos in fandoms where it's very usual to have a lot on fics, I don't want to read that fic for my enjoyment.

I really don't know much about this, I'm sorry! But yeah, I basically use kudos to hits ratio to oriantate myself and avoid something I wouldn't like based on previous correlations I made. I don't know if that's wrong or upsetting for others, but if you find it that way, I would like to know why too and improve! Sorry for any grammatical mistakes I made!

Oh hi anon! I wasn’t expecting anyone to reach out like this, but thank you for taking the time to write out your thoughts! (Also. Please do not feel the need to apologize for grammatical mistakes. I do not believe in ‘correct’ grammar; as long as I understood you, which I did, I think you’re absolutely fine and using language as it’s intended!) (I am. A particular kind of nerd and not policing grammar is something I have Opinions about hence this tangent lmao)

This got terribly long, so I’ve put a tldr above the cut and divided the rest under headers for ease of reading.

Tldr: I see your points with regard to differences between large and small fandoms, and with the specific goal of finding “sub-fandoms” for particular fics. I still disagree that kudos-to-hits ratio is the best way to decide what fics to read, both because it isn’t an accurate metric of engagement and because I dislike the idea of using engagement as the primary metric in the first place. When I use A03, I prefer to sort by what’s recent and use the tags and summary to decide what to read, or to use the (excellent) search function to find what I’m looking for specifically.

I’d also like to note to anyone else reading: I doubt this will be an issue, but if anyone is rude to anon I’m going to turn off reblogs on this post. I know this is something some people feel strongly about, and discussion is fine, but this is absolutely not worth being mean to another human about.

Size of fandom

To begin my more thorough response: This is an interesting perspective– not one I entirely agree with, but I can certainly see how in larger fandoms with a lot more content it would be valuable to be more selective. For context, my main fandom is an obscure storytelling band with under 3k total works on A03, and these days I mostly occupy a niche of that fandom (one specific album) with only 128 works. The largest fandom I’ve been active in currently has 37k works on A03.

I don’t know what your fandoms are, but as some examples of bigger fandoms, Star Trek currently has over 100k works, Supernatural has almost 300k, and Harry Potter has nearly 500k. That is a big difference! I’m currently working on a goal to read every fic in my 128-fic niche (with some exclusion criteria), but in larger fandoms it’s impossible not to be selective. This is all to say– I definitely agree with you that the size of a fandom impacts how a person can and does interact with it.

Fans of fics

Your point about wanting to interact with other fans of a particular fic also makes sense! There was a particular fic series in my largest fandom that had a pretty decent following, and I still have friends from that sub-fandom several years later. If this metric helps you find fics that match your goal of having that experience, I can see how the kudos-to-hits ratio could function as a potentially useful metric, though I still think its usefulness is a bit limited for reasons I’m about to go into.

Kudos-to-hits isn’t accurate

I have two reasons for thinking that kudos-to-hits ratio isn’t the best way to determine what to read. The first is purely numerical. If you’ve been watching this discourse, you’ve probably already seen people discussing how users can only leave a single kudos, but may be responsible for 20-plus hits on a work. This is especially applicable to multichapter works, which in my experience are the fics that are able to develop their own following. If you want to sort fics by engagement, it seems like at the very least, using comments for the ratio is a more accurate measurement.

Using engagement as a metric at all

Secondly, though, I (and I believe, a lot of people) dislike the notion of using engagement as a metric to measure fics in the first place. I think the current discourse is partially due to some regrettable phrasing on the part of the OP of the post I was vaguing– if I recall correctly, they said that they use this metric to determine if a fic is “worth reading”. I think this phrasing was hurtful to a lot of fic writers who may not have large followings or a lot of engagement, but who work very hard on their fics and feel frustrated that this person implied that they aren’t worth reading. I have fics that are personal favorites of mine, but that I haven’t gotten a lot of feedback on.

Of course, this is just part of writing, and it’s an important skill for any writer (of fic or anything else) to learn to handle rejection or just lack of feedback. But I also think that particular post was phrased in a thoughtless way that interacted poorly with pre-existing insecurities (this is part of why I suggested that post was bait– the phrasing seems to me like a perfect storm to make writers upset and defensive, but of course this could also be due to the OP just being a bit careless with their words, and not expecting to have hit quite nerve they did).

There’s an excellent post here on engagement on fics and what a realistic assessment of “successful” engagement metrics are based on professional standards (which includes a stat about how Harry Styles, one of the most popular and successful current celebrities, only gets a 1:30 ratio of likes to views on his social media. I don’t know what ratio you’re using, but iirc the post I was discussing suggested 1:10). Personally, though, I worry about both authors and readers depending too much on statistics, especially in a broader cultural context when it feels like everything is performed, measured, and monetized. Most social media platforms have gone from a place to share with friends to a place to compete for attention and make money and fame off it. There’s a lot of cultural anxiety around that at the moment, which is another reason I think this discussion has gotten so big.

Why I disagree with using engagement

I think this discussion, at its heart, is a debate about what fandom should be, and I feel focusing overmuch on engagement statistics contributes to a fandom culture uncomfortably close to the commercialization of everything else on the internet. I feel that fic should be enjoyed as art (whatever art means) and not as a product. I’m not saying you’re personally approaching fic that way, but unfortunately there does seem to be something of a broader trend towards that, which troubles me.

As a writer, I would hope that when people come across my fic, they give it a chance based on the metatext information I give them in the tags and summary, the quality of my writing, and whether my work matches what the reader is looking for. Judging it based on the numbers feels reductive to me, and makes me feel like nothing about the work or passion I put in matters; just the popularity. My fics aren’t going to be for everyone, and I understand that. If someone comes across my fic and decides they’re not interested, that’s their prerogative. But I hope that potential readers don’t discount my work just because it doesn’t meet a numerical standard that, in my opinion, is extremely arbitrary.

My suggestions for what to do instead

As a reader, I default to sorting by what’s been posted recently, and then using the tags and summary to decide what to read. That’s what those things are designed to be used for, and I think they’re much more informative than the stats. Worst-case scenario, I start reading and then go back to the search. All I’ve lost is a couple minutes.

In large fandoms, this might be an inefficient way to search for fic, and I recognize that. I’d encourage you to try using A03’s (fantastic) search function to find what you’re looking for– you can both include and exclude fandoms, characters, pairings, and tags. I have come across people who don’t realize that A03 has no algorithm, and haven’t realized they need to learn to use the search function. This is understandable, given the state of most of the internet and what these (often young) fans have learned to use before, but I think learning to search and filter is a vital skill to develop. I have no idea if you’re in this boat, anon, but if you are, please check out the search. It is, in my experience, the best way to find what you’re looking for on A03, and can at the very least supplement numbers-based selection.

Conclusion

I don’t think you have a moral responsibility to stop using engagement as a way to determine what you want to read. Frankly, this isn’t that important. I don’t think you even strictly need to stop using kudos as the measure instead of comments, though I think that would be more accurate if you do prefer to sort by engagement. But I do think you could be surprised at the hidden gems you could find if you didn’t limit yourself to only reading fics with high ratios. I don’t know the nature of your bad experiences in the past, and obviously how you use A03 is up to you. But I think there are better ways to decide what to read.

Thank you again for reaching out– you’ve helped me understand the other perspective as well! I really do appreciate your explanation. I hope I’ve been as respectful as you have, and that I’ve helped you understand where writers who share my opinion are coming from. If you’d like to continue talking about this or respond to any of my points, please feel free to shoot me another ask or a message. I hope you’re doing well and that you have a nice day!

#not maintagging this either because I don't want to get too involved in the discourse TM #this ended up being a bit of an essay. I tried to cut it down and it just didn't work #discourse #<- for blacklists

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manifestation00station · 2 years ago

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Hello to everyone who is reading this! :D

I’m very new to posting and being active on Tumblr since I’ve mostly been browsing around. But I thought that it would be at least nice to give a general introduction since I might join the Lmk fandom. Maybe not permanently, but for a little bit at least.

So might as well have fun and make some friends along the way 😌

I’m terrible at making introductions though so bare with me-

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My name is Sky, I go by They/Them and I’m a Pan, Nonbinary person who is potentially Ace ( still figuring that out -v-“ ), I’m Hungarian who can speak german and english. But still excuse my terrible grammar and writing here and there.

I’m a very anxious person who loves to draw and write ( even though it can be terrible at times ), would love to draw comics and animations but struggles with it.

Besides the Lmk fandom, I’m in the art community on Instagram and the Lore Olympus fandom.

I’ve been torn on whether or not I should join, because my mental state as of now is not doing well. But I think that sharing some things ( art, ideas, opinions, stories etc ) might help me a bit in getting better. It’s at least worth a shot after all.

How I stand towards Lmk: I am pretty enthusiastic about the series. I’ve binge watched it a few times already and I have my own little headspace/story/ Au that I thought could be interesting. I’m honestly just eager to learn more about the series and see art of my favorite characters. I have a character who I might introduce soon if people would like to see them. ( small Season 4 Spoilers? )

Their Name is Sky as well and they are a regular human, infected by the ink from the scroll. They are being trained by Macaque ( who is training the little girl that lbd used as a vessel because some of her powers stayed within her ) and helped out by the Monkey King. With the 5 of them making a pretty good team and perhaps a nice little found family. ( Monkey Dads ✨ )

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I know that all of it might sound silly but this is all that I’m gonna share for now.

Please be patient with me and don’t be afraid to criticize or point out things that I could be doing wrong. All questions regarding anything are welcome.

Hope we all get along and see you all soon on the Shadow side of the moon! ^^

#new to the fandom #new to tumblr #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk fandom #intro post #introducing post

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sonderastrology · 4 years ago

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🌙🌈✨Astrology Notes✨☄️🌟

*Based on things I’ve noticed about different placements as a Leo sun/Virgo moon/Capricorn rising... these notes may not resonate for everyone but that’s just the way the cookie crumbles baby* MADE BY SONDERASTROLOGY

🧿I see the people I’m close with more as their moon sign with a dash of their sun, almost as if the placements were reversed. This is because the moon sign is sort of hidden at first whereas the sun sign is the core energy. When you befriend or love someone, the moon sign (emotions, mental processes) is slowly uncovered and in my opinion, takes over the general energy of the sun. Of course, all signs, houses, and aspects are important... this is just the way I look at it idk.

🧿Everyone needs a best friend with the same rising sign as your moon sign... they just *get* you.

🧿Also having friends with the same mars sign as you is so important! They can hype you up like no other and vice versa.. your vibes just click.

🧿I’ve noticed that people with opposite sun signs but rising signs in the same element take AMAZING pictures together. For example; A Pisces sun w a Leo rising and a Virgo sun w a Sagittarius rising would make eachother look bomb in photos.

🧿Pisces, cancer, Virgo, and libra placements are proned to being stalked and hit on by weird men... I’ve seen it too many times, protect yourselves!!!

🧿People always tell me that they were intimidated by me at first or even “scared”, and that I give off a bitchy vibe. My placements that indicate this?Capricorn rising (Uranus, Neptune, Lilith in 1st house), Leo venus and Virgo moon in my 8th house, Scorpio MC, Scorpio and Pluto in my 11th house. Other placements that can have this effect: Aries, Scorpio, Aquarius, and Earth signs in personal planets/MC/Rising signs. Personal planets aspecting mars, Pluto, saturn, sometimes Neptune, and Lilith. Mars/Aries, Saturn/Capricorn Pluto/Scorpio in the 1st, 2nd, 7th, 10th, 11th house. 8th house placements and Chart Ruler in the 8th, 10th, and maybe 12th house. There’s definitely a whole lot more placements not just these.

🧿Aquarius/Air dominant people (esp mixed with fire) along with an array of other placements I’m sure, have a VERY hard time with forced structure and routine... it brings out their rebellious nature.My best friend from high school is an Aquarius Sun Gemini Moon (with an Aries mars), and she DESPISED going to school for 7 hours a day, she just couldn’t do it. She would skip school all the time and eventually enrolled in night school. Same went for my other friend who was a Sag sun Gemini moon, both of them would act TF out in class. They’d fight with teachers, the principle, other students... and I really believe it was due to the forced schedules and the power dynamic between teachers and students in high school. The Aquarius sun person is my best friend today, and she’s one of the smartest people I know. Just because you weren’t “good” at school does NOT mean you aren’t smart. Fuck the system is an air sign BRAND.

🧿I’ve noticed A LOT of Gemini sun, moon, and rising people have light shades of hair... mostly blonde or dirty blonde.

🧿I’ve met 4 people born on the 28th of the month and all of them are incredibly beautiful... no matter what sign. Same goes for July Leo’s although I’ve noticed that they’re more arrogant and self centered than August Leo’s who are more generous and outgoing

🧿Your Jupiter sign can help you work with law of attraction and manifestation more effectively. If you have Jupiter in an air sign, try manifesting things by; writing it down, saying it out loud, visualization, and meditation. If you have Jupiter in a fire sign; manifest under the sun, write out a plan even if it’s unrealistic. If you want money, hold even a penny or a dollar and act as if it’s the amount you want. Act as if everything you want is already yours. If you have Jupiter in an earth sign; manifest while doing yoga or on a walk. Manifest outside or read/listen to positive affirmations. Jupiter in a water sign; manifest using crystals and rocks with guidance from tarot. Manifest through the arts and hobbies; draw what you want or make a song. Something where you can use your creativity. *All of these methods for manifestation are effective for all of the signs I just think that certain ways can help certain signs more*

🧿Based off of people I’ve met, air risings aren’t as friendly and bubbly as you’d think they’d be when you first meet them. Even their vibe seems nervous and closed off at first; standing with arms crossed, shoulders inward, I dont know just sort of shy. Once they open up a bit more then their weird side comes out and they become more goofy and carefree. I think air signs of all placements struggle deeply with anxiety even though they are often portrayed as outgoing and quirky, which they are but a thin viel covers it. No matter what, air placements keep an open mind and I’ve always felt like I could be myself around them.

🧿Libra placements are known for disliking confrontational disputes but I’ve noticed that these are the same people to whisper nasty things under their breathe when you start to walk away from an argument... they have you whip back around like “do you have something to say?!”

🧿I’ve seen this before and imo it’s true! Signs in the 8th house rule addictions... I saw someone post that having a water sign in the 8th house could indicate addictions to liquid, more specifically; caffeine and alcohol. Being addicted to something is in other words creating a bond with it- water signs are naturally bonded with liquid so it makes sense that their prone to being addicted to them. Water signs occupying the 8th house might always drink water or have water with them. Since the 8th house also rules finances to an extent, most of their money might go to coffee, drinks, beach vacations etc. For fire signs over the 8th house, they could be addicted and/or spend a lot of money on smoking, spicy foods, or anything that gives them a rush; rollercoasters, haunted houses, skydiving or even drugs like esctacy/cocaine... anything that gives them that thrill or lights a match in their stomach. Earth signs in the 8th house may be addicted to physical things; money, work, food, looks,... things that give them value or that call on their senses and ego. They could hoard/collect items such as coins, cars, beauty products, etc., or generational items passed down... due to bonding with things that they can bulid/see/show off overtime. They are very attached to the physical because as an earth sign it feeds their ego and value, like a tree growing in soil. Money could mostly go to eating, gambling, plastic surgery, materialistic stuff. They could be addicted to buying things and selling them for a higher price. Air signs occupying the 8th house could point to spending a lot of money on or being addicted to technology or all things ‘relevant’. These individuals might be addicted to their phones/social media and the attention they get from it. These people are always posting stories throughout the day or online shopping or even just browsing different apps. They’re addicted to getting information via books, the internet, and through talking to other people... oftentimes these individuals are very good at making money through the internet (depending on other placements ofc). They may spend a lot of money on books, new gadgets, music, tattoos and puzzles. These people are addicted to all things new! They have a thirst for knowledge and experiences and will seek it out effectively. 🧿When I look at a person’s birth chart, whatever gender, I especially pay close attention to their Mars sign and house. To me, Mars represents the overall energy and vibe a person gives off and the house placement is where it’s most naturally acted out. For example ; Aries Mars in the 6th house. Aries Mars person would give off a hyper, motivated, impulsive energy. Physically this could manifest as shaking their leg while sitting, quick movements,standing/walking instead of sitting down, gives off a more to the point and carefree attitude (keep in mind all of this is affected by many other aspects and placements in a chart). Being in the 6th house, ruling day to day routine, health, how we act at work, etc., this means that the Aries Mars characteristics are more prominent during work and day to day rituals (quicker to learn, effectively performing daily tasks, gets shit done, or they could get into arguments at work easily, constantly rush around, might be stubborn about seeing a doctor/health professional, might be more prone to getting headaches at work or in general) again, depending on the rest of the chart

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ibijau · 3 years ago

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I don't think I've seen this anywhere (and if you know of any fics that do have this concept, please link!), but what if the events of MDZS (all media) was actually based on history within a modern AU of MDZS?

So like, as an example, you have people speculating whether or not Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were lovers or not in the same way people do with some real historical figures today, some theories that say Nie Huaisang orchestrated everything that go mostly ignored by everyone except those in the #NieHuaisangDidIt community because it's Nie Huaisang, who is largely remembered as a relatively harmless sect leader, etc... Some even still think the Yiling Patriarch was pure evil, though the novel, shows, and audio drama have since made this an unpopular opinion to have.

And then there's Wei Wuxian, be it through reincarnation with regained memories or immortality, listening to all of this in the background.

“I'm just saying that you wrote your thesis on him, so of course you're biased,” Jin Guangyao said. “There's no way Nie Huaisang organised all this. Everyone in that period agrees that he was so stupid he could barely do basic additions!”

“I have a phd and I can't count either,” Nie Huaisang countered. “Listen, I tell you, the proof is all there if you just look.”

Of course, they weren’t called Nie Huaisang and Jin Guangyao, not in this life, but Wei Wuxian wasn't good with names. In fact, after centuries of being alive, he was worse with names than he'd ever been. Thankfully, this crowd Lan Wangji and him had become friends with didn't mind at all the nicknames he'd picked for them.

“And I can prove that Jin Guangyao didn't even die, and made a name for himself in Japan,” Jin Guangyao retorted. “There's this Han man who suddenly appears out of nowhere in the Japanese court, claiming to know great magic, and...”

“Yes, I've seen the movie too,” Nie Huaisang yawned, taking another sip of his bubble tea.

Jin Guangyao went red and purple, while Wei Wuxian tried to hide a snicker. If there was one sure way to piss of Jin Guangyao, it was by mentioning that recent movie that had come out, very loosely inspired by a series of blog articles he'd written years ago when he was still a student. The inspiration was loose enough that he hadn't been involved in the process at all, because the scenarist had pretended they just happened to have come to the same conclusion.

It wasn't a bad movie, Wei Wuxian thought. It wasn't a goodone either, but he quite liked the actor who played Lan Wangji in it (Wei Wuxian himself wasn't part of the plot, sadly, on account of being officially dead by then), and the fight scenes were pretty fun. Besides, he felt like Jin Guangyao should have liked it even better than he did.

The actor playing him was the tallest member of the cast after all.

“I hope you choke on your tea,” Jin Guangyao muttered, to which Nie Huaisang answered with a bright grin.

It was about to devolve into a fight (an animated academic discussion, Jin Guangyao would have called it) when Lan Xichen entered the boba place, radiant as always. She ordered her own tea (plain black tea but with extra sugar and the sweetest fillings available, as usual) and sat with them, apparently oblivious to the adoration with which Jin Guangyao and Nie Huaisang gazed upon her.

Wei Wuxian had a bet going on with Jiang Cheng about which man would ask her out first in this life. He also had a bet going on with Jin Ling regarding whether anyone would dare ask her out at all. Wei Wuxian would have tried to help the matter, but Lan Wangji wouldn't allow it, worried for his sibling. A needless worry, Wei Wuxian thought. Lan Xichen was doing well for herself in this life, and so were the other two. Going into academia had been a great way for them to channel their lingering resentment. Their fight had almost never gotten physical in this life.

“I'm sorry for being late, jiejie wanted me to help her order something from overseas,” Lan Xichen apologised, smiling warmly. “I hope I didn't interrupt anything important? You seemed to be chatting, no?”

“We were talking about Guangyao's movie,” Nie Huaisang cheerfully answered.

Jin Guangyao looked about ready to murder him, but Lan Xichen just laughed in that sweet, careless way of hers and in a second both men had forgotten their previous argument.

“Oh, that reminds me, I brought something that might make you laugh,” she said, digging into her handbag. “It's in your field of study... in a manner of speaking.”

She put a book on the table. On the cover were two handsome young men, one dressed in black and carrying a flute, the other in white holding a bright sword. Above them, bold characters professed that this book was called “The Founder of Demonic Cultivation”.

Wei Wuxian's drink went the wrong way, and he nearly died coughing on a tapioca pearl. When everyone was sure that he wouldn't choke so stupidly, they all turned their attention back to the book.

“What's that?” Jin Guangyao asked.

“It's a danmei novel,” Lan Xichen explained, a spot of red on her cheeks. “Jiejie lent it to me the other day, and as soon as I started reading I realised the subject was... familiar. It's about Wei Wuxian. The real one I mean,” she added with a smile to Wei Wuxian who pretended to be fascinated by his bubble tea. “It's, ah... very creative. It takes liberties with some of the events, but, ah, it's very well written.”

“Wonderful, more fiction,” Jin Guangyao muttered.

Meanwhile, Nie Huaisang eagerly grabbed the book and started browsing it with hungry eyes. He had theories about that, too. Mostly, about the exact nature of Wei Wuxian's relationship with Jiang Cheng, which he had once explained to Wei Wuxian with far more details than the immortal would ever have cared to hear... and he hoped Jiang Cheng himself would never hear about it.

In fairness to Nie Huaisang though, his arguments had been very convincing, and Wei Wuxian would have had doubts, if he hadn't been married to Lan Wangji for over a thousand years.

“Oh, Lan Wangji,” Nie Huaisang grumbled, closing the book and sliding it back toward Lan Xichen. “I suppose I see the appeal, but there's really no evidence whatsoever in their case, you know?”

“We know,” Lan Xichen said with an indulgent smile.

“Now, Jiang Wanyin and him, on the other hand...”

“You people are obsessed with romance!” Jin Guangyao complained. “His relationship to Jiang Wanyin was platonic!”

Wei Wuxian distractedly nodded. That was indeed true.

“And so was his relationship to Lan Wangji,” Jin Guangyao added with a disgusted glare at the book.

Wei Wuxian grimaced. That was very much not true.

“From the letters I've read, I think in today's world, the Yiling Patriarch would probably be asexual,” Jin Guangyao argued. “Not that I particularly approve of using modern terminology to describe the sexuality of long dead people, but if you consider everything we know about him, then... are you ok?”

“Peachy,” Wei Wuxian coughed, trying not to burst out laughing. Jin Guangyao's pride was still a delicate thing in this life. “Hey, Xichen-jie, mind if I borrow that book until we meet again? I think Lan Zhan would love it.”

“Sure, I don't see why not.”

Wei Wuxian grinned, and pocketed the book.

Lan Wangji and him were going to have a good laugh that night, as they always did whenever someone wrote a new story about them.

#nie huaisang #lan xichen #jin guangyao #wei wuxian #mdzs #I know nothing about academia and I'm too lazy to do research #wangxian later agrees that somehow the danmei is the one version that's closest to the truth #and that's how they find out that Lan Jingyi has reincarnated #jau writes

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 4 years ago

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Hey, did you saw the film theory on Invader Zim on Membrane that Low-key makes sense

NO. IT. DOESN’T!

Okay, maybe this is my personal bias shining through, because I really don’t like Mattpatt sometimes... No. Okay, I have nothing against the guy personally. More frankly, I don’t like his fanbase or the way he structures his videos.

The way Mattpatt words and structures his videos acts like he’s the first person who thought of this idea, it’s the main contributor to why I stopped watching his videos a long time ago.

He speaks in a lot of rhetorics and strawman arguments rather than just saying what he wants to say. Like “If you don’t believe me... look no further then...” and that’s the one thing I ABSOLUTELY HATE on theory videos.

And some of Mattpatts own theories he doesn’t take seriously, but this is what you get when you base your INCOME off of youtube ad revenue and browse the reddit forums for new ideas. A completely monopolized way of theorizing. (and this is why there are several paragraphs in my current chapter of Tech Support of Zim’s Computer complaining about the concept of youtube entertainment in general.)

Sure, I don’t think Mattpatt will run out of theories... but I really hate the structure of his videos follows along strawman arguments, acting like he’s always arguing with an imaginary audience for entertainment value rather than just say what he wants to say.

That, and people will often cling to theories of someone with good editing software and a youtube channel then Their own opinions.

Something that I learned was incredibly dangerous to do. I learned my lesson with “That Guy with the Glasses dot com” and I don’t plan to act like I know something or am better than someone else cause I agree with someone who said something on youtube once.

I do watch Internet reviews and theory videos for entertainment, but that’s all they are to me. I don’t like to watch youtube videos to give me opinions on how I feel about things. And I seriously think a wide margin of his subscribers lack critical thinking skills at times, as well as a majority of the youtube audience, or from what I’ve seen in the comment section.

However, remember... These are just my thoughts on the matter... My thoughts are not law and I never claim them to be.

Like when I first joined the fandom and posed my GIR analysis questions... I even said:

“I don’t know if the fandom has talked about this in depth or not... I just got here... or if someone put it into this many words before but...”

Also... the thing that bothers me about his Invader Zim theory...

A lot of Mattpatt’s sources are just..... Wrong...

(for the next few minutes I will be talking about this video, feel free to watch or don’t)

Okay.. “Membrane is an Irken” this has been a popular fan theory since before I even entered the fandom and there are old fics about this. I have read Irken Membrane stories before.

It’s not personally my cup of tea, but it’s fun to think about.

But the straws Mattpatt grasps in his video.... Really upset me because there is some thought to the theory back in the day.. ... Like back in 2002??? but like.... NOW?!

Okay, I’ll pick apart this a little... bit by bit...

He says that Membrane takes a hard stance against anything paranormal.

Kinda... but no.. Membrane never outright denies the existence of aliens. (except in ETF... which he mainly says out of frustration...) This is what Membrane says about “there are no aliens” in the show:

Membrane just says that there are no “intelligent” aliens...None that are able to travel the massive distance to Earth, anyways... If aliens existed at all, (like the cryptoids Dib talks of) they would have traveled the distance to the planet and communicated with them by now.

However, this is a nitpick of a minor issue. One that a majority of the fandom tends to overlook when viewing Professor Membrane and Dib’s relationship in general.

And I do find it weird that he used this for evidence when he cut out the most important snippet from the full lecture he gives Dib here.... JUST to support his claim... as if he’s intentionally leaving that part out.... hmmmm

However, I can let this slide, because it’s a nitpick and really doesn’t change anything that Membrane is very dissuasive of Dib’s alien-hunting hobbies. (I have a theory as to why and I explain it here in my own way)

The point is, Membrane is dismissive of anything alien... maybe because he’s an Irken...okay, good, yes. fair.

A lot of Mattpatts claims from then on are pretty solid, and I won’t bunk them with “But in my headcanon/Fanfic verse...” Because what he is saying is all true.

Membrane denying the existence of aliens even after being taken to space jail doesn’t have much of an explanation and is played for comedy and there are many ways you can go with this, and I am not going to bring up my fanfics or my own headcanons to argue with him here.

Because there is no explanation, and he is going with the “Membrane is Irken” theory... So that’s very solid when he’s talking about Membrane denying the Hallucinations.

Mattpatt claimed that Membrane wore his face covering at all times and had been dressed this way since he was a child.

I will not deny this. This is true.

However, isn’t bringing up Membrane’s childhood kinda put a hole in your own argument?

MEMBRANE WAS A CHILD.

He had been shown to have childhood memories in the comics and the show.

Irkens don’t really have a “Childhood” per say, at least not in the way that humans do. They are a smeet, then elite, then Invader..

If he’s claiming that Membrane came to earth as an Irken SMEET....How, why, and when?

That kinda raises more questions than it answers.... What are you proving by bringing up Membrane’s baby pictures on Earth exactly? It kind of works against your own argument?

Saying that they’re Irken because they all have the same hair.... that’s just stupid... and he’s citing the Invader Zim wiki on this .... oh boy.

Yeah, Like before I watched the show I thought Dib and Disguised Zim were the same character or brothers...

But I don’t think character design here is a solid enough reason in this case... At least not when it comes to the hairstyles... That’s a stretch.

“Hmmm Membrane’s hair forms an M shape... What could the M stand for? Mirken?! SUSPICIOUS!” (this is just a joke)

Also... the lack of ears thing... He did say it would be hard for Membrane to hear if his headpiece was covering his ears, but not necessarily... The entire thing is a headset and he is the man of science, he can really do whatever the fuck he wants cause Science is like magic in a show like this. So if Membrane wears a headset that doesn’t obstruct his hearing at all, I can buy it... Also.. it’s equally possible his ears got blown off in a chem lab accident or he’s legally deaf and that headset acts as a hearing aide and HELPS him hear...

Actually, I always noticed how in Membrane’s original design from the show, the headset looked a lot like a hearing aid. Specifically one with a head clip, It’s one of the things I first noticed about his design in the show.

And it’s just something I always assumed because he’s a scientist who deals with explosions in his face on a daily basis... (in fact he experiences one in episode 2B) So on first viewing, I thought that his headset served as a hearing aid as well as prescription glasses and a communication device.

I’m just throwing out possibilities because the “lack of ears” is also kinda a stretch.

Mattpatt complaining about “lack of nose” however... Okay, yeah I’ll give him that one. It’s a character design choice that is a little odd for Professor Membrane, but it does fit with the Irken theory, since a majority of human characters, in fact, all have noses. So, Yes the “lack of nose” does fit more into the Irken theory.

However.... Florpus anime Membrane DOES have a nose...

Meant to be drawn in a more semi-realistic artsyle, you can clearly see the bridge of his nose here.

And he looks very similar to anime Dib... Sooooo... Shrug-city...

It’s likely that Membrane not having a nose in the show is simply a stylistic choice than anything else. Basically, the bridge of the nose is there... we just don’t see it.

Especially since Nightmare Membrane has a nose as well..

Membrane is like Home Improvement’s Wilson. We will never see his face, and that’s part of the gag. The man probably sleeps in his labcoat honestly...

I also find the voice pattern thing a bit of a stretch. Membrane and Zim are just eccentric characters who yell to emote or emphasize a point or emote stronger. And Membrane’s inflections are never the same as Zim’s.

Remember, no other Irken TALKS like Zim. Professor Membrane doesn’t really go around screaming: “I AM PROFESSOR MEMBRANE” either.....

If anything... it just kinda proves both characters have auditory processing issues or hearing problems more then anything.

And there is a lot of screaming on this show.... Screaming from Dib, screaming from Membrane, Screaming from GIR, screaming from Zim... Screaming is funny... and characters scream so much that the characters with their mouths wide open is somewhat a staple of the show.

This is more because of Johnen Vasquez’s voice direction...

Especially since no other Irken really talks like Zim..

Zim’s manor of Speach is strictly a Zim thing and not an Irken thing.

Professor Membrane’s manner of speech is simply a Membrane thing and not a human thing.

I will give Mattpatt that. That a lot of tech in the show looks similar to Membrane’s. I feel this is mostly a stylistic choice, but it really does fit in with the Irken theory.

Like that Zim just so happens to use the same operating system as Dib is played off as a joke. But it does add some small credence to the theory here... I need to point out when he does get it right... some pats on the back.

These are very good points and does follow through with what he’s trying to prove by the end of the day.

(even if Membrane was lying about the destruction of all mankind with the beans thing, but that’s a minor nitpick here)

But his entire paragraph comparing Membrane’s tech to Irken tech is a really good one. Props there.

This whole paragraph about there being only Tall or short irkens cause their society is height based and there are no “medium-sized” irkens....cause they were “dealt with”

Okay.

....

Sure Mattpatt. Let’s just entirely ignore the existence of the Frylord and this entire character even though you mentioned it in the synopsis at the start of your video... Showing that Taller irkens are in positions of power against the shorter, also... Zim is a tiny irken... there are many Irkens that stand taller then Zim.

Being tall in Irken society is a rarity, and Almighty Tallest Purple said that he and Red “became” the Tallest. How? We don’t know, but we do know at one point the current Tallest looked like this:

How do Irkens get that Tall? Body modifications? Maybe... it’s never explained, but considering the Frylord is super big and probably eats a lot of snacks might have something to do with it. We don’t know.

It’s safe to say that being Tall in their society is a rarity and Tallests are either born or made special from the cloning chamber from the get go.

Not to mention, Membrane is Taller than the current Tallest are already...

and you said earlier in the video that Membrane would have gone to Earth as a child...

When he was no taller than a wrapped Christmas box of socks...

So why would Membrane take refuge on Earth at this point? Mattpatt says that Membrane was sent on a mission to Earth because the Tallest felt threatened by his rule...

BY MEMBRANE’S RULE?!?

HE’S THE SIZE OF A CHRISTMAS BOX OF SOCKS!

What do they have to be threatened by?

Because... Mattpatt DID bring up Membrane as a child earlier in the video... meaning Membrane came to earth when he was about the same size as Zim.

SO THEY HAD NOTHING TO BE WORRIED ABOUT AND HAD NO EVIDENCE TO BELIEVE MEMBRANE WOULD GROW TO BE TALL ORE EVEN VIEW HIM AS A THREAT

You bunked your own argument. Congradulations.

Membrane conquered the world through his inventions. In a way, sure. Membrane Labs does own a lot of stuff. But he doesn’t own everything. A majority of the Corporations that keep the population stupid usually don’t have anything to do with Membrane Labs and aren’t affiliated at all.

But this does fit into the “Membrane is an Irken” theory so I will give him that one.

However, Membrane being an evil corporate dictator is a hot take I never really appreciate at all and I can never get behind it.

It hits too close to home in the real world, and I always like to view Membrane as a self-made man and a World loving hippie at his core who just wants to make the world a better place, much like his son, but he actively does something about it. (which can also be why he encourages Dib with real science so much cause he knows Dib wants to save the Earth as much as he does)

Just calling Membrane a capitalist billionaire that doesn’t care about the little guy kinda seems disingenuous towards his character for me.

Especially when Membrane in “Ten Minutes to Doom” created a machine (foodio) that completely end world hunger... which was in BETA in the unreleased episode...

but by the time the movie rolls around... Foodio exists... past his BETA, meaning that he’s probably no expensive than a common household microwave and can materialize food from nothing:

Yeah. Membrane completely ended world hunger off-screen. thanks. (something no capitalist would ever do...)

Membrane also does appearances for charity (in the comics), and often takes funding for sponsorships when he is low on funds and he had to find a cure for pig mouth.

Sure “Membrane conquered the world” fits the Irken theory...

But I never appreciate that take on his character and that is admittedly, very personal bais.

I just wanted to say my peace a little bit here about how I 100% don’t vibe with the “Membrane capitalist/billionaire scum” especially since he ended world hunger...and invented a cure for the un-common cold.

Works for the theory, so good on Mattpatt for that one, but I personally don’t vibe with it.

Mattpatt compared Zim and Dib’s head shape as something to argue... Like because Dib has a similar head shape to Zim... that Dib has to be an alien... Okay... But If you look at the Invader Zim artbook (which I own)

The show has a very distinct look on how they draw characters’ heads. It’s a very distinct stylistic choice and there are pages upon pages in the artbook describing the style and how it looks in motion, and many revision notes to the Korean animators.

There are lots of pages on the artbook describing in detail the differences between the main characters’ heads, what to do, and what not to do.

It’s a difficult style to replicate, and Dib having a big head was mostly a joke from the showrunners to the showrunners, cause they kept drawing Dib’s head slightly bigger to make him look more appealing.

A majority of the audience doesn’t really notice because all the children in the show have big heads. All the kids are like 3-4 feet tall and have huge heads.

Also... Dib’s head is far more rounder then Zim’s in the comics and the Movie... comparing their head shape as an arguing point, when Dib’s head shape changed midway season 1 when the designs got slightly more streamlined is just... bad form..

Dib and Zim’s heads never really look the same from the early episodes as they do later on.

Comparing this character design similarity just because of the artstyle is really stupid.

This is the most infuriating thing about the video... because Mattpatt disproves his own argument with his own footage not a few seconds earlier.

He claims that Gaz sarcastically mentioning she has a squeedly spooch is a canon fact...... but ... hmm.. Mattpatt... can I rewind the footage of your video, please?

Where’s her squeedly spooch?

IS IT BEHIND HER CLEARLY HUMAN ORGANS?! I DON’T SEE IT?

And this isn’t just a stylistic choice... here’s a picture of another human’s organs for comparison.

Mattpatt literally disproved his own argument and ignored the fact that we saw an X-ray of Gaz’s organs in the very same episode...

Gaz doesn’t have a squeedly spooch and she literally was being sarcastic.

and the whole thing is disproved very easily.

Everything Mattpatt says in between those two points, about Dib being taken aboard an alien ship as a baby, and that there is no mother, and the Clone theory... That is all good stuff and this is what the theory video should have speculated and focused on, because there is some digging to be had here... I feel he focused a lot on the wrong points in his video...

And this is the most outrageous point he makes in his video. It’s the thing that pissed me off the most... and lead me to write this essay in the first place.

He claimed Eric Trueheart himself confirmed the clone theory and had story plans where Dib would discover his clone origins.

HE DID NOT!

IN FACT, Eric Trueheart himself published Volume One of the Invader Zim script book AND THIS IS WHAT HE SAID:

Eric neither confirmed nor denied the rumor.

But for Mattpatt to blatantly say that Eric said that Clone Dib was a planned thing by the screenwriters?!

He is BLATANTLY putting words into a Screenwriter’s mouth! Something that you should NEVER do.

Because it is 100% a lie.

He had no source for this claim. He probably just read the same rumor on the wiki and has no source.

This is the reason why I don’t trust videos like Mattpatt. The truth is often stretched for entertainment value, or information is just made up to prove “they were right” about whatever the topic of the day was. He doesn’t even bother to cite the source he got “Eric Trueheart’s word of mouth” from... because it was wrong.

Sorry if this whole thing is more hostile than it intended to be... But Mattpatt was looking at the ENTIRELY wrong evidence for this show....

Irken Membrane is a fun theory... but Mattpatt picked the entirely wrong topics and points of discussion, even to the point of hiding the truth and straight-up lying to his audience about his sources.

It’s kinda like saying “Birds eat ghost peppers because they’re part dragon and dragons can handle spicy food”

While, yeah, Birds are descended from dinos, it’s kinda missing the full story there and it’s not the reason why birds can eat spicy food.

Irken Membrane is a fun fan theory... do what you want with it. I am not here to dissuade Irken Membrane headcanons...

I’m just here to encourage critical thinking, and perhaps NOT put words into content creators' mouths when there is no credible source for it just because it benefits your argument.

#Invader Zim #Film Theory #Mattpatt #danachan's rants #lol sorry i went off but he really needed to cite his sources more on this one

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365elephantsoap · 2 years ago

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NANOBLAHBLAH

I am not participating in National Book Writing Month or National Blog Writing Month. I really haven’t participated in either of those activities in a few years. I’ve also failed to complete a year of a photo a week project since the lockdown. All I had to do was take one photo a week for a whole year. The constraints of a theme, suffocated the project. I will say that I am very impressed with myself for completing a thirty one day photo challenge presented by LaSahwn Wiltz of Everyday Eyecandy. She posts a list of daily prompts for the month of October and every year, I save the list and say “Cindy, you are going to do this.” I last maybe five days.

This year, I did ALL of the days!

Recently, Michael broached the subject of scheduling an art showing for my photos. He reminded me of the one I had had on the books for 2020 when the world stopped and then asked what ‘we’ were going to do about scheduling another. I feel like every time Michael uses the word ‘we’ he really means me. I need to schedule another showing. I was on glass two and half of wine and not in the mood for this discussion. I told him that we could discuss this in 2023 and returned my attention to the game of Two Dots I was currently playing. That’s exactly how I want to finish out this year: tabling all discussion of personal growth and progress until 2023.

I spent an hour today on a website I used to buy a lot of t-shirts from, browsing for Christmas gifts. Then I spent an hour scrolling through photos from the year to see if I had anything decent of the three of us that I could turn into a Christmas Cars. I do not. The point is, I have found really good ways to keep myself occupied that have nothing to do with personal growth or goals set at the beginning of the year. Yes, I realize that we still have (mostly) two months left in this year, but if your life is anything like mine (and I bet it is) your calendar is filling up with social engagements, holiday planning and general fuckaround time. I currently feel like I’m on a runaway train, flying down a hill and I don’t see the point in doing anything other than just holding on.

I probably would have benefitted from participating in NaNoWriMo this year considering I had set a pretty huge book writing goal for myself at the beginning of the year. I can honestly say that I worked on that book regularly, like daily, for about six months. Then I stopped working on it because I got stuck in the same dang place I always seem to get stuck when trying to write this particular story. My inner critic usually pipes in right around now and tells me how much of a failing loser I am. My inner critic is so freaking mean. She/it is just plain awful, or at least she/it used to be just plain awful. Lately, that inner critic has been really quiet and only voiced an opinion recently by whispering “maybe this isn’t the story you’re supposed to be writing.” For a minute, I thought it was a trick, like being invited to the cool girl’s party so they could throw a bucket of cows blood on me. Or something like that…I never really saw that movie. Then my inner critic repeated her/it’s self with a gentle tone of voice and I thought , maybe this isn’t a joke.

My inner critic just gave me useful advice that didn’t even feel critical and was nice about it.

The thing about goals is that they are always present. In fact, I’m not even planning on making new ones for 2023. I’m just going to tweak the ones I have. More than half of my goals are the kind that are completed only if I’m dead. Those tend to be the goals I set to extend my life, like exercise and eating lots of kale. Those other goals are just the sprinkles on my life sundae. I don’t need them. The sundae is still delicious with our without sprinkles.

I’m a sundae in progress.

#inner critic #goals #sprinkles

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fairy-writes · 3 years ago

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Hello!

I hope I’m not bothering you, but I would like to ask for a Case Study of Vanitas, BSD, and JJK platonic matchup please :)

I don’t really care about the gender

I think I’m sorta awkward. I don’t like to antagonize people and I avoid hard stuff if I can. I enjoy goofing off and making weird comments but I’m worried about when is an appropriate time to do so. I’m usually pretty quiet most of the time, but I become very chatty when I’m talking about something I’m interested in. I like to act dramatic occasionally. My opinions on some things are easily influenced while others will never change. I procrastinate a lot, and I value having a good time over most other things.

Some of my hobbies include reading, watching anime, drawing, writing, and browsing through YouTube.

I like space (black holes especially), coming up with imaginary scenarios in my head, anime, setting things on fire (only paper and stuff like that), and being in weird positions

I don’t like boring/tedious things, time, the dark, drama/arguments between friends, and spiders

I’m a Ravenclaw, around 5 feet exactly, probably pan, and I’m fine with all pronouns but mostly use she/they

Thanks!

-🐚

Hello, seashell lovely! I hope you like your matchups! I had a lot of fun doing them!

The Case Study of Vanitas Matchup: I pair you with… Jeanne!

You and Jeanne can be awkward together! However, she’s a little less awkward than you and isn’t afraid to step up and take charge if it needs it. You really draw her out of her shell, and the two of you can talk for HOURS about anything and everything! She asks for your help with dealing with her feelings about Vanitas, and you ask her for help with making weird comments!

I see Jeanne as a Gryffindor! So the two of you make a great couple of both brains AND bravery! She’s also a little taller than you at 5’3”! The two of you read together a lot, her with mostly nonfiction with the occasional romance sprinkled in there (She claims it’s so she can handle her growing feelings for Vanitas).

Bungou Stray Dogs Matchup: I pair you with… Kunikida Doppo!

Kunikida is more confident and definitely not awkward unless put in awkward positions and situations. He’s confident in his abilities, and his personality shows that, but he’s not cocky! He urges you to try hard things because, oftentimes, they are more rewarding than easy things.

The two of you bond over reading and writing! Kunikida writes in his notebook (of course), and you in your own notebook! He actually gets you your very own notebook like his as a surprise gift! He keeps a fire extinguisher around whenever you light things on fire just for fire safety purposes. He’s also a fellow Ravenclaw! So Ravenclaw buddies!

Jujutsu Kaisen Matchup: I pair you with… Itadori Yuji!

Literally the best friend someone could have. Like I’m not even kidding, Itadori would be such a fun friend. He’s the perfect mixture of goofy and awkward and funny. He only antagonizes people if he’s trying to save someone else but other than that, he doesn’t intentionally tease people (unless it’s Fushiguro).

The two of you watch anime together! He’s more into shonen anime and shorter ones at that. He doesn't like long ones like One Piece or Dragon Ball Z. They’re too long for his simple brain to handle. Space museum hangouts! He loves learning about space just as much as you, so it’s a mutual interest! As a Gryffindor, he balances you out quite nicely! Fushiguro makes the joke that you’re the brains and Itadori is the brawn :)

#fairytailwzard matchup #fairytailwzard matchups #jeanne #jeanne the hellfire witch #the case study of vanitas #the case study of vanitas jeanne #vanitas no carte #vanitas no carte jeanne #bsd #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs kunikida #jjk #jjk itadori #itadori yuji #itadori yuuji #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen itadori

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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago

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Time-Travel feat. Ino, Sakura, TenTen

The short of it is "Ino, in the Founders Era, sees Izuna and makes it her personal mission to Tap That."

The time-travelers are Ino, Sakura, and TenTen. Why them? I like girls being badasses, these three make a badass trio, and I don't want to deal with Caged Bird Seal politics. (Hyuuga just... complicate time-travel plots.)

Ino is the one that is clearly clan, and they make a group decision that the benefits of Yamanaka backing (and by extension Akimichi and Nara) outweigh the potential drawbacks.

It's pretty easy to convince them that they're Worth It. Ino doesn't bring anything new, really, but she's clever and knows the clan techniques and is very good at them, so the clan head (after performing a mind search to confirm the story) is like Sure, You're In.

Meanwhile, Sakura is a terrifyingly competent medic that knows hundreds, if not thousands, of medical techniques that don't even EXIST yet, and TenTen might not be a medic like the other two, or capable of explodey punches, or clan-trained, but the girl is a taijutsu powerhouse that's probably fast as hell because she was trained by GAI, and she's got at minimum a journeyman-level training in fuuinjutsu.

(Also just, don't argue with the 100% accuracy lady. Just don't. The reason she doesn't have a body-count to rival Minato's eventual count is because she doesn't want to and basically no other reason. There are some opponents that a Kunai to the Neck won't take down for whatever reason? Iron-skin, water body, super healing/shapeshifting, but for the rank and file? That's a one-hit. And she can throw hundreds of kunai at a time, so... if you take the 100% accuracy statements literally, she's a nightmare if she decides to go lethal.)

They run missions for a bit, and Ino is... usually the one sent out on field missions, because Sakura's busy teaching people how to save lives, and TenTen is currently the closest thing the Yamanaka have to a seal master--she's not a master, not on the level of an Uzumaki or even a Senju, but she's way better than most on account of village training schema and it's cheaper to give her a long-term role in the triple clan system than to hire independent contractors--but sometimes they all go out!

And... okay, I'm gonna be real here: Nobody approves of the way Ino dresses other than Ino and her girls.

Sakura extends her pants a bit. TenTen's fine. Ino refuses to stop wearing crop tops and short skirts, and none of you can stop her.

It helps that Ino's response to guys propositioning her is to tell them to back off, and then if they get handsy, she breaks their wrists. If they're ninjas getting handsy, she starts a fight, but most ninjas are smarter than that because they realize she's not just A Kunoichi, based on how she's moving, but a kunoichi with long, free-flowing hair, which is like... basically a big "I'm A-rank or better, come at me if you dare" flag. On the off chance that someone tries to fuck with Ino and they're actually out of her league in taijutsu, she has Mind Scrambling or, if absolutely necessary, an ear-piercing scream that summons a woman that can fistfight gods.

(And absolutely has.)

But anyway, The Girls go for a Girls Night Out one day. No plans to get laid, but they want to go shopping and have fruity drinks and maybe cause a little trouble.

They visit a blacksmith at one point, because weapons shops aren't quite a thing yet due to lack of centralized shinobi systems, and TenTen's talking up a storm with the smith about things like carbon infusion and alloys preferences, and Sakura's just standing off to a side reading something because most of what she wants/needs can be made by Akimichi blacksmiths, so she's not really in need of anything specialty. She wanders off after a bit, tells them all she wants to visit the apothecary to see if they have any herbs she's running low on. Ino is browsing examples of the blacksmith's more esoteric handiwork When In Walks An Uchiha.

TenTen has a VERY basic look, more or less civilian who got some ninja training, so Izuna doesn't pay her much attention, but blonde isn't a very common color in the Land of Fire, unless one happens to be a Yamanaka or Senju, and even among them it's not like EVERY clan member. (Or Namikaze but imo Minato's color is actually from Land of Earth immigrants and is a BLATANTLY different shade from characters like Ino and Tsunade.)

Senju is obviously, uh, bad, but the Yamanaka and Uchiha are basically neutral... mostly. There's some tension. Izuna isn't expecting to be attacked, but he's constantly darting glances out the side of his eye just in case.

Ino is... not unaware of Izuna.

She feels his eyes on her, notes the fact that he keeps making faces like he's not sure what to think, and Ino... Ino is of the opinion that this is funny.

She decides to drop something on purpose just so she can beeeeeeeeeeend over to pick it up and see what happens. Ino, again, does not dress appropriately for the decade she is in. Izuna chokes on his own spit.

Ino: I'm gonna be a bit of a ho. Yamanaka Clan: Please don't, our reputation is-- Ino: I'M GONNA BE A BIT OF A HO.

So Ino's fucking with Izuna's head by just... being Ino, really, she turns around like "OMG are you alright???" and lets him see that her eyes are lacking pupils so he doesn't keep worrying about whether she's a Senju, pats him on the back, coos over him, flatters his hair, and then insults his fashion sense.

She is of the firm belief that his expression is hilarious. Flirt Flirt Flirt "but you're wearing that? Really? Oh honey, you should know better."

(Ino pulls pickup artist shit on Izuna.)

Ino is fucking with him, and she is enjoying herself. She's a flirt, she's gorgeous, she's a bit of a ho, and Izuna is a hot, main family clan boy who keeps blushing. He's maybe two years older than her and he squeaks when she squeezes his shoulder and compliments his muscles.

And after all that, after Ino has wound him up and turned him around and gotten him confused and flustered and a little angry...

That is when they feel the ground shake and hear Madara screaming for The Pink-Haired Bitch to "come back here so I can kick your ass!"

So. Yes. Sakura has picked a fight with Madara. I don't know how or why, I just know that Sakura and Madara are fighting, Ino and Izuna are both going 'dude WHY' about their respective fighty person and fleeing the blacksmith to go stop whatever's going on before they get banned from town--because really, they can force their way in, but it's way easier to get those tasty daifuku mochi from that one shop when people WANT to serve them--and TenTen is... still chatting up the blacksmith. The girl is going to get a discount.

Sakura leads Madara on a bit of a merry chase so the fight happens a mile outside of town--Ino loves her more than ever--and there's a flare of "Sakura punches a Susanoo," and by the time Izuna and Ino get there, Sakura is yelling in Madara's face about how he's fucking up his eyes.

Madara is. Offended. Izuna is also offended. Those are clan secrets, and Sakura is just looking him in the eye without fear and I'm like. Half convinced that they want to just tear her throat out.

Except Ino is there, and Sakura called her by name, and they know that names with 'Ino' among the Yamanaka are only for clan heirs, and they can't just pick a fight with the entire clan.

They. They can't afford that right now. Tajima is ramping up the whole Thing with the Senju again and they do not have the resources to add another front.

"For fuck's sake, will you let me go alive if I fix some of the damage you've done to yourself?" "You can fix the Mangekyo?" "Uh, no, nobody can fix that hellscape of a doujutsu without some incredibly invasive surgery that I refuse to do in a non-sterile environment unless there's literally no other choice, but I can reverse some of the chakra strain on your ocular nerve if you stop trying to pick a fight because I got the last of the [some medicinal plant that only grows up in the badlands around Iwa]."

Izuna shrieks and demands if that's really what they were punching down trees for and Madara yells at him to fuck off and Ino just laughs at all of them.

Sakura is like. Two seconds away from putting Madara in a headlock and calling him a nerd. He's like a solid five years older than her and she's smarter than he is and he's a jock but she's going to dunk his head in a toilet, I swear to god.

[Image Description: a gif from Will and Grace where a man in a dark shirt approaches a woman in a white shirt for a hug. Both characters have their arms spread wide in greeting, but the woman subverts the expected hug and pulls the man into a headlock with an angry expression.]

(Tenten is just, she's having a good time with a random blacksmith, talking shop. She just comes out to see all this crap has happened and it's like she came back with pizzas to see the apartment wrecked.)

Anyway, Sakura does some Medic Mojo on the Uchiha bros, Ino continues to flirt with Izuna until he can't tell up from down anymore, and when they're headed back to meet up with TenTen and see if there are any ruffled feathers that need smoothing, Ino declares that she's going to get that boy to propose to her.

"Don't people usually say 'I'm gonna marry that boy' or--" "Nah, I don't know him well enough to make that decision. I just want him invested in me. Whether or not I do anything with that... depends on how well he woos me."

And anyway, things spiral from there, Ino keeps hitting on Izuna whenever she gets a chance, Izuna keeps being Very Overwhelmed by this girl that shows off so much of her body and has the confidence of a god--because Ino is the epitome of confidence and always will be--while Sakura fucks off to badger the Senju into peace by making friends with Hashirama and bribing Tobirama with medical developments and flirting with Touka (except Touka's almost a decade older than her and is flattered but not interested, thank you), and TenTen is... honestly I'm not sure what TenTen is doing except that there's a very solid chance she's sneaking off to meet with Uzumaki specialists to help her build a Zetsu Trap.

Our trio of badass ladies decides that Hm, Actually, Having Bijuu Backup Would Be Nice.

Ino's the best sensor of the three, but even she's not feeling out where the nearest bijuu is, so they go for the by-that-point tried and true method of "Sakura goes and hassles Tobirama for information while TenTen and Ino play cards with Hashirama."

Tobirama does point them in the direction of the nearest bijuu--it's the Kyuubi, even!--and Sakura just... invites Hashirama along.

Hashirama: Oh! What do I have to do if I come? Sakura: Stand there and look pretty, mostly. Hashirama: Yes, I can do that. Sakura: And then interfere if we piss off the Kyuubi enough that he attacks. He probably won't, but Mokuton is useful if he does. Hashirama: Oooooh yeah, I can do that.

Tobirama is so tired but these gals are pretty determined to do the whole Peace Thing and Hashirama can mostly take care of himself, and Butsuma isn't quite dead but almost there (idk some disease or infected wound, it doesn't matter), so Hashirama isn't a Clan Head ditching his job but there's nobody around that can stop him from running off, so Tobirama's just like "Cool, don't die."

Butsuma: [dying] Sakura: [sipping a mixed drink wearing sunglasses inside] Shame.

So they go find Kurama, and try to barter with him about the whole Zetsu situation, and... ngl okay I have an entire conversation in mind about "your evil goo uncle" and "none of us know how to seal a bijuu without taking away your autonomy, but sealing is the best way to hide you from Zetsu, so do you have any ideas on a compromise" and "I can SORT of figure out how to--"

And then Kurama just. Summons a smaller fox. Which has a scroll. And pokes it towards TenTen because she's the one that's Impressed Him The Right Way over the course of the conversation.

(Mostly by being vaguely sparky about fuuinjutsu and easily distracted by the Ifs of it instead of the Whys.)

And once she's signed--which Ino and Sakura are just like 👀 about because Oh???--Kurama nods and just. Presses his snout to her hand. And without telling her what he's doing, he just enters her body and settles in as a consenting jinchuuriki situation. He can leave without killing her if he wants, but he can also just chill out. He's hidden from Zetsu, TenTen gets a boost, and nobody's in prison.

(Time to belatedly note that TenTen was earlier suggested as the best jinchuuriki option since, among other things, she had the least to lose as far as chakra control went.)

TenTen: My chakra control is pretty shitty, but I can fight hand to hand for literal hours without feeling like I've done more than a light jog, is that good?

TenTen is such a different brand of ninja from most of the heavy hitters. Because her main attack is just More Knife.

Team InoShikaCho has their whole human yoyo thing, Sakura can punch gods, Naruto and Sasuke are literally insane levels of power, Kiba turns into a giant three-headed dog and Shino can insert exploding bugs into people, Lee can kick hard enough to make a bijuu pause, Neji and Hinata are... okay I don't have much to say about the Hyuuga, but... TenTen. She's just here with some seals and whole lot of sharp and pointy things.

Founders era, you have Madara and Hashirama with their god-level techniques, Tobirama is usually sword but has a bajillion other things like his Suiton, Izuna has a Mangekyo, Mito has her chains and was the first jinchuuriki... and then, here’s TenTen, with Many Sharp.

Her special attacks are Throw, Stab, and Kick the Shit Out Of because she still trained under Maito Gai.

TenTen is the current queen of "catch these hands."

After the village is founded, she challenges one of the og founders to taijutsu only and the literal only reason she doesn't win against Hashirama is that he has a healing factor and is built like a brick house.

TenTen: Hey, Izuna, if you beat me in a taijutsu fight, Ino might be impressed. Izuna: No weapons? TenTen: No weapons, no bijuu, no Sharingan. Izuna: Cool, I can do this. [five minutes later] Izuna: [screaming]

The triple clan alliance: We will gladly join Konoha on the condition that-- Izuna, internally, chanting: That I marry Ino That I marry Ino That I marry Ino-- Madara, internally: Please don't say that Izuna marries Ino Tobirama, internally: [math meme because he can imagine like eighty conditions] Hashirama, internally: [elevator music] The triple clan alliance: That you put Haruno Sakura in charge of the hospital. Izuna: [internal screaming] Madara: [sigh of relief] Tobirama: [internal cheering] Hashirama: That sounds great! I've seen her work, she's a great choice for hospital management, do you think she'd be willing to spearhead a medical training program on the side?

Izuna just wanted the politics to be his wingman here, she's killing him.

Ino has broken this man.

(At this point she's mostly made up her mind... unfortunately, she deeply enjoys messing with him! He's too fun to tease!)

Ino: I want to marry him, yeah, but did you see his face when I teased him about visiting the Daimyou's court and looking for a rich husband to bring to Konoha? He even knows I'd never marry a civilian, and yet.

(He knows, it's just that his brain is dumb when she is involved.)

TenTen asks Hashirama if he's opposed to threesomes, mostly because Mito is amazing and TenTen's a little in love with her. Hashirama is NOT opposed to threesomes, but only with Madara, sorry.

Ino is just... the queen of self-confidence. I want to include some gifs to explain but there are just too many.

As a rule, Ino wears high collars, but... she might try to pioneer Tiddy Shirts out of spite because people keep trying to tell her to dress More Appropriately.

Ino, adjusting her wrap top to show more of the chesticles: Relax, Hashirama, I'm just taking a page out of your granddaughter's book. Hashirama: [verbal keysmash]

This one twitter post.

Sakura: You can't just use your tits to get what you want! Ino: I didn't see you complaining when I got us free dango. Ino, misunderstanding Sakura's point: Uh, yeah I can? Watch. Ino: [gets drinks for the table and a free dessert too] Ino: See? Sakura: Oh my god. TenTen, cutting a slice of cake: Yeah I think she's got us here Sakura. TenTen: I love using Ino's tits to get what I want. Sakura: No!

Sakura: Why am I the only one of us who isn't down for Ino using feminine wiles for material gain? TenTen: Does it have anything to do with your unresolved childhood crush on her? Sakura: ..... shut up.

Sakura: Was Sasuke descended straight from Izuna's line? What if you just negated his existence? Ino: I mean, his soul still exists, right? Or will exist? It's not like we could have lined the genetics up perfectly anyway, don't worry about it.

Once Ino finally lets Izuna woo her, they turn into that couple that's just constantly making out in dark corners. PDA is over 9000. Sakura throws erasers at them to make them stop. TenTen catcalls. TenTen just. Not interested in being a thot in the slightest, but delighted by Ino being a thot.

Izuna: Help I don't know how to BDSM and my hot wife is a dominatrix. Madara: Sucks to be you.

(Ino being a bit of a ho fits and feels fun because she's also just like, very convincingly an actualized character. If Ino is acting like a bit of a ho it's very definitely because she wants to and is absolutely going to make that everybody else's problem.)

Ino, at any given moment: Did you miss the part where I'm the hottest person here?

I'm honestly considering platonic-marriage TenTen/Tobirama on the basis of Seals And Sparking. There aren't enough women in the Founders Era for me to ship Sakura with one so I'm going to say she ends up living in domestic bliss with a Nara kunoichi.

Sakura: Can I just. Can I just be Gay here? Like, can I just Be Gay and get Big Gay Married and have 2 dogs and lead a prestigious medical program? Tenten and Ino: Of course you can, hon! We'll be up to our nonsense the entire time, though.

Sakura: Well... at least Shikamaru isn't here to complain about Ino being the way she is.

OH I forgot to mention TenTen wearing Externalized Small Fox Kurama around like a scarf.

Kurama: [Gets to be out of the seal and See Stuff] TenTen: [Constantly has a companion around who is never tired of hearing her Special Interest Rant about smithing techniques and what will eventually be Aerodynamics after TenTen accidentally builds a plane while tinkering]

TenTen: I wonder if I could make Temari's giant fan thing work for me without wind chakra. [two years of tinkering later] TenTen: I can't remember what I was trying to do at the start but I can definitely fly now.

(Sakura's honestly lucky that Karin isn't there.)

(And tbh Sakura's only The Sensible One until Madara pisses her off and then it's time for people to remind her that she can't just go around Punching Things.)

When Sakura is forced to be the Voice of Reason she is always frustrated. When TenTen is freed from the responsibility of being the Voice of Reason? Shenanigans. TenTen's defense is that she never got to be the crazy one in Team Gai. Like, she’s still a little nutty, but she couldn’t go all out because she was constantly overshadowed by the YOUTH and also Neji’s fate situation.

ANYWAY. TenTen and Tobirama.

TenTen: Your brain makes me horny. Tobirama: Oh, finally, someone sensible.

I remember that while I was brainstorming, I had "TenTen tells Tobirama to marry her within five minutes of meeting him because they vibed so hard on weird fuuinjutsu stuff" followed by "Izuna sputtering and saying that everyone told him that he couldn't just propose to a girl he liked, why does Tobirama get to accept a proposal from a clanless kunoichi when Izuna can't even--"

The proposal is from TenTen to Tobirama, which imo is hilarious in the context of the Warring Clans Era, and also is done on a whim and is basically just.

Tobirama: [says a clever thing about one of TenTen's theories] TenTen, grabbing his hands and looking him in the eye, her own eyes full of stars and the classic Team Gai sunset genjutsu around her: Marry me. Tobirama: ...do we have to have sex? TenTen: No. Tobirama: Do you plan on children? TenTen: Students yes, adoption maybe. Tobirama: I'm sold. Hashirama:

[Image Description: Stephen Colbert, in a suit, dramatically crying at the camera. He has running mascara, and the caption says “I just feel like my heart is going to burst because it’s full of rainbows.” End Description.]

They're Nerd-married and it's the best.

I love the idea of Hashirama just being an Elevator Music Mind when it comes to Tobirama and TenTen. Like. An orange cat. Like, okay, yes Minato is the Hokage with the orange cat energy. And Hashirama is usually golden retriever energy.

But when it comes to Tobirama and TenTen, Hashirama is completely oblivious to their intention to do such things as Raise The Dead For Science.

They're not even raising a specific person for a specific reason, they're just vibing Super Hard and haven't slept enough and forgot this is a bad idea. Got so obsessed with "Can we" that they forgot "should we."

(And I feel like Kurama just encourages them like a chaos entity.)

Tobirama: It was a theoretical exercise. Hashirama, gesturing at the zombie army trying to eat its way out of a Mokuton Cage: !!!! Tobirama: We realized it didn't need to stay theoretical. TenTen: In our defense, we were left unsupervised. Tobirama: It's true, we were.

Sakura: TenTen! I expected better of you! TenTen, with sincere confusion: Why? Sakura: ... TenTen: Like you knew my team, and my sensei, and also I agreed to help you go back in time and alter the past.

Overall.......

Ino: [here to fluster her pretty boy husband] TenTen: [got platonic married to a necromancer who shares some special interests and hyperfocuses with her] Sakura: [just wants 2.5 kids and a steady paycheck as she runs a world-changing medical program]

Anyway

Back to TenTen being Wild.

[Image Description: TenTen in her Shippudent outfit, which is calf-length red pants and a white qipao top with red trim, turning on the spot while flourishing a pair of scrolls that expel weaponry on her command. End description.]

I like to imagine TenTen has an abundance of common sense, but she just never, ever applies it to herself. She can only common sense when other people present her with their problems. TenTen: What if I combined Ribbon dances with the noble art of YEET, then made it into a fighting style?

"I've got 99 problems and all of them can be solved with sharp and pointy objects."

[This section of the brainstorming is removed on account of being deeply inappropriate for a post that should max out at rated M. Just know that Ino and Izuna are freaks, and TenTen and Tobirama are enablers.]

BACK TO TENTEN BEING ABSURD

Tobirama: Ugh, I can't match Hashirama's energy levels for another entire day. TenTen, a member of Team Gai: I can do it. Tobirama: Hashirama is literally inhumanly happy and-- TenTen: No, no, I got this.

(You have no idea how much practice she has at this Tobirama, no idea.)

Tobirama: I am currently the fastest man alive. TenTen: Only because you cheat with Hiraishin. I could totally beat you in a five-hundred lap race around Konoha. Hashirama: ...five hundred? Tobirama: Wait, what. TenTen, already stretching: Yeah, let's do this! It's been a while since I had a solid challenge, you know? Hashirama: ???? Tobirama, is she serious? Tobirama: She runs two hundred laps around the village every morning, so... probably. Hashirama, wheezing: That's a lot. TenTen: That's a warmup.

Someone, probably Madara: Okay but that's cheating because you have inhuman stamina from the fox! Kurama, chilling on a tree stump napping: No the fuck she does not. Hashirama: What do you mean she doesn't? Kurama: I don't just leave the faucet running 24/7 Senju, besides, she doesn't need my help to be a ridiculous persistence hunting nightmare monster in this regard. TenTen: Awww, Kurama, you flatterer.

TenTen: I was running 150 laps of the village every morning by the time I was fourteen. Hashirama: Why? TenTen: My teacher was fun.

At least one shitty joke from a stranger about stamina In Bed and TenTen and Tobirama just stare at the person.

Maito Dai would be... maybe a little older than the Sannin, younger than Hiruzen. Solid age for TenTen to take as a student, probably. Very feels-worthy, with the whole Passing the Torch thing that that whole family had going on, and that Gai passed it to his students since he didn't have children of his own, the idea of TenTen taking that shot to make sure she's still part of that... family, for lack of a better term? Even in this strange new world they're making by altering history like that.

And that’s about it.

As per usual, most of this was brainstormed with @firebirdeternal.

#Yamanaka Ino #Haruno Sakura #TenTen #Uchiha Izuna #Senju Tobirama #Senju Hashirama #Kurama #Uchiha Madara #Naruto #time travel #Phoenix Posts #TobiTen #IzuIno

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jaehyunfirstlove · 4 years ago

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Highway to Heaven - Ch. 1

Your best friend Johnny wants to go on a road trip. The only catch? He wants to bring his roommate, Jeong Jaehyun, someone you just couldn’t stand.

Genre: e2l, fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

Warnings: none for this chapter :)

A/N: So here’s the first chapter for the multichap I said I had been working on, the entire fic is finished so I’ll post a chapter maybe once a week? Also I’m terrible with warnings so if there’s something that you feel I should warn about please let me know.

“You’re kidding me right now, right? Please tell me you’re kidding. I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Come on, be nice! Poor guy just broke up with his girlfriend, so he could use the distraction. Besides, I think you have the wrong idea about him, this’ll be a good opportunity for the two of you to get to know each other better!”

You shot your best friend a dubious look, but he just shrugged. You were packing for your annual road trip when he dropped the bomb that it wouldn’t just be the two of you this time.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you scoffed, “I have a perfectly good idea of what he’s like.”

The person in question, Johnny’s roommate, Jaehyun, was someone you could sum up in one word: player. He had a new girlfriend every time you saw him, so you had no idea why he would be so broken up about this latest one not working out.

“You have the wrong idea about him, Y/N,” Johnny shook his head, “He’s really a nice guy.”

“Johnny, you’re just too nice.” You grunted as you tried to close your overstuffed suitcase.

“Hey, take that back!” He mock-reprimanded you, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “No but seriously, Y/N, please just do this one favor for me? Please?” He clasped his hands together and pleaded with you, making the most pathetic face he could muster.

“Fine!” you rolled your eyes and gave in, mostly because you knew how annoying Johnny could get about these things, and his puppy-dog face always made you laugh until your sides hurt. He whooped in victory, rubbing it into your face that he had won.

“Yes! Alright let’s get this show on the road!” he yelled, pulling your suitcase for you as you both left your apartment, “I promise you won’t regret this!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled, following behind him, “I call shotgun though.”

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Since you were already packed and ready you had nothing to do but sit around browsing your phone while they packed. Johnny had pulled all of his belongings into the living room, asking you for your opinion on what to pack and not to pack.

“We didn’t need that last time and it just ended up taking up space we could have used for other things,” you shook your head, not even looking up from your screen, “don’t bring it.”

“But we’re going somewhere different this time, maybe we’ll need it?”

“Johnny,” you sighed in exasperation, “we have a third person this time which means one other person’s worth of stuff, we just don’t have the space. Your fault anyway for letting him come.” You grumbled.

At that moment, Jaehyun walked into the room with his suitcase packed. You blushed red, hoping he hadn’t heard what you just said, but if he did he didn’t make it obvious. He just looked between you and Johnny with a blank expression, then walked over to the front door and parked his suitcase there.

“I’m ready,” was all he said, then plopped himself down on the sofa and started scrolling on his phone. You looked at Johnny and rolled your eyes.

“This is going to be fun,” you muttered under your breath, and Johnny smacked you lightly on the knee.

“Jaehyun, Y/N mentioned the night sky is really beautiful in Carmel, you can really see the stars,” Johnny offered, huffing as he packed the last of his suitcase and zipped it up. Jaehyun looked up from his phone, his eyes flashing something as he looked at you.

“Really?” he asked, and it was the first time he had addressed you. You didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Um, yeah. It’s darker out there, far from big city lights so the stars are so much brighter.” You mumbled, unsure of what this weird feeling you were getting from him was. You looked over at Johnny but he just smirked.

“Jaehyun is a night sky enthusiast,” Johnny emphasized the last word, “Oh wait, Y/N, don’t you take pictures of the night sky all the time for the ‘gram? Would you say you’re a night sky enthusiast as well?”

You wanted to smack Johnny’s fake innocent face, at that moment you questioned why he was still your best friend.

“That’s cool,” Jaehyun smiled, and his ears turned red, “I take pics of the night sky too. We should follow each other.” The way he smiled made dimples form on his cheeks and his eyes turned into upside down crescents and you couldn’t help yourself but the sight of it was so endearing…

“Awesome! We’re all friends now!” Johnny clapped, and the loud sound of it jolted you out of your reverie. You shook your head, determined not to let Jaehyun, the player, play you like he’d played all those women before you. You would not be another notch on his bedpost.

“Let’s just get out of here, I’m getting claustrophobic.” You grabbed your jacket and walked out the door, missing the look Jaehyun exchanged with Johnny, with Johnny just shrugging apologetically.

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True to your word, you took shotgun as Johnny drove. Jaehyun didn’t seem to mind, although he suggested playing rock, paper, scissors for who would take shotgun on the next shift.

“I’m driving next shift and I already said Johnny could take shotgun,” you stated matter-of-factly, and Jaehyun only nodded. Johnny stayed uncharacteristically silent.

“Well when it’s my turn to drive, you can take shotgun if you want,” Jaehyun offered, his tone of voice very casual. Again that feeling you couldn’t name churned in your stomach. You did your best to tamp it down. You looked over at Johnny and he was smiling. The bastard was enjoying this.

“Sorry, it’ll be late by that time and I’ll probably want to sleep, so it’ll be better if I took the back seat.” You countered, proud of yourself for being able to keep your voice steady.

Jaehyun took the rejection in stride. “Makes sense,” was all he said, and went back to staring at the scenery that passed by his window.

“Y/N,” Johnny clicked his tongue, “give him a chance,” he said, low enough for only you to hear.

“I know what he’s trying to do and I will not be his next victim,” you hissed under your breath. Johnny looked over at you warily.

“He’s just being nice, Y/N, relax.” Johnny reassured you. You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“I know he’s trying to get into my pants and it’s not going to happen! He’s been without a girlfriend for a hot minute and I’m the closest target!”

Johnny just shook his head and sighed. “You really have the wrong idea about him.”

#jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun smut #nct imagines

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( Notice: OKAY - The pic there says ‘The Hobbit/LOTR’ but for times sake, and my own sanity, there is none listed thus-far (same goes for the ‘other’ category’). Merci for understanding! )

So I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, and I already have a blog for it ( @nemosrepost ) but that doesn’t get too much attention. Thus, here we are!

(This was a nightmare to get done - it took weeks to get all the links and pics done up in my spare time - I hope you appreciate that.)

They’re all sorts here, from Medieval Marvel AU’S, to Modern Attack on Titan one shots. They’re all organised via fandom, and I’ve tried my best to link and tag everything properly, but that is a difficult feat, so beware - for some it may not have worked too well.

Like my *actual* masterlist, this will be updated regularly with new fic recs, and even new characters and fandoms as I read them. All fic’s currently listed (as of November 26, 2020) are found on my reblog account.

I’ve also tried to add in a ‘recommendation summary’ thing of each - so basically just my thoughts on the fic(s). But anyway, have fun browsing, and overall - enjoy!

(AND also - LMAOOOO - Have fun scrolling lololololol!) - Nemo

( Pre - Warning: I am not tagging anything as NSWF, 18+, or triggering content. However some fics listed do contain such material. Please refer to the warnings or Authors Notes on each Fic before reading. Stay safe guys! I love you! )

Bluebellhairpin’s Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

Knight in Rusty Armour - Medieval / A/B/O AU! Series - by @revengingbarnes Honestly I binged the first eight chapters (+ prologue) in close to one sitting. That was mostly because that was all that was published at the time. It is completed now. I love both these AU’s, and I love Bucky - win, win!

Flowers Bloom - Soulmate AU! Series - by revengingbarnes Another great series, and honestly I’m a slut for soulmate au’s, so this author might be coming after my heart - keep up that good work, if you know what I mean.

The Great Build Up - Modern / Firefighter Au! One Shot - by @thottybarnes This ones goes from cute, to hot and steamy, to angsty, and back to cute again. A one shot rollercoaster, and I thoroughly enjoyed every word of it.

Maybe This Time - Mob Au! One Shot - by @propertyofpoeandbucky Okay, so if there’s one thing I like more than an mobster au, it’s adding children into the mix. Something about big bad guys going all soft for this tiny human - and then making them - and that’s called perfection.

Whatever It Takes - Biker AU! One Shot - by @sgtjbuccky He like’s to be loud, so what. He rides a bike, so what. I what to ride him and his bike, so what.

(Un-Named) - One Shot - by @softlybarnes I’ve never liked Bucky’s metal arm more in my entire life. Using it for a baby going through teething? A+ idea.

Hero, Waiting - Medieval AU! One Shot - by captain-ariel-barnes Sadly, this fic is unavailable now, and that - obviously - makes me sad. But I’m adding it her anyway because of how much I adored it. The love triangle between Bucky, Reader, and Steve was amazing, and the feelings? Phenomenal.

Steve Rogers

If Walls Could Talk - One Shot - by propertyofpoeandbucky I’ll recreate my original comment on this fic - ‘Ouch’. And that’s all I have to say about that.

The End of the War - College AU! One Shot - by @redgillan There’s nothing quite like a enemies to lovers trope that’s well-written. But then throw in fight club, a jerk date, ice-cream and pizza - just read it. You’ll understand then.

The Edge of the Water - Mermaid AU! Series - @floatingpetals I have to admit now, I haven’t read all of this yet. But I also have to say, what I have read was fantastic. Mermaids - and Mermen - they just hit different, you know?

Pseudo Princess - Medieval AU! Series - by @shreddedparchment To date, it’s one of the best fics - nay - stories I’ve ever read. I’d dare to say it’s easily the length of a novel, so if you’re up for the long haul, I’d definitely recommend it. It’s worth the wait - trust me. Op obviously put a hella lot of work into it, and it shows.

Loki Laufeyson

Loki’s Happy Ending - Series (?) - by @gingerwritess Listen, I have been and forever will be a Loki girl. Nothing will change that. And every scrap of content Theo produces for Loki I will cradle in my palms and keep warm until they’re ready to go out into the world or whatever - point is, read this.

Just One Quick Glance - One Shot - by @imagines-trashcan After watching ‘Endgame’, and squealing at every moment Loki appeared on screen, only to not have him show up in the final battle - this was one of my comfort fics.

thunderstorms. - One Shot - by @tarynkauai Naturally, Loki’s child would inherit his unease of thunderstorms. And naturally, seeing Loki as a dad makes me happy.

Stitches - One Shot - by @lokibug Loki being nice. I like that. We stan.

Quentin Beck

The Curveball - One Shot - by @healingchurch Listen, this is on here for a reason. I didn’t really like Mysterio ‘cause of what he did to Peter, but hey, some people are good actors, and some write characters acting very well.

Stephen Strange

(Un-Named) - Imagine / One Shot - by @archieimagines A cocky bastard and a shy Reader, as far as I’m concerned that a one-way ticket straight to my heart. *wink wonk*.

(Un-Named) - One Shot - by @whirlybirbs Honestly, there are multiple fics of hers on this list, and that’s because she’s a damn fine writer, and her stories are just that addictive. This one is no different. I was preparing to read more and then it ended. But all good things, right?

Crash and Burn - One Shot - by @lilyswritings The angst, and the angst. I cry, you cry, everyone cries. Unfortunately there is only the one part, but much to my personal joy that means I can interpret the after-ending however I want!

Frank Castle

(Un-Named) - One Shot - by @alexsunmners This is just cute okay? I have no other words except this was plain and simply very, very, very nice to read, and that it makes me feel very soft right here on the inside.

Peter Parker

Super Smooth Genius - One Shot (?) - by whirlybirbs Back at it again with the cute, awkward, friendly, neighbourhood, Peter Parker.

Just Don’t - Soulmate AU! One Shot - by @papel-creativo What’d I tell you about soulmate au’s? I can’t resist them. And of course Pete being a caring bf with his hero s/o. So nice.

Ronan the Accuser

Make You Proud - One Shot - by @kayleighhalliday2203 This is justifiable because I was going through a Lee Pace faze and I found it and loved it immediately.

Ultron

(Un-Named) - One Shot / Series - by @snarky-badger This I can also justify having read, because (and if you know me then you know) the robot thing ... Doesn’t bother me as much as it should. And I binged all of it on ao3, so.

Poe Dameron

(Un-Named) - Masterlist - by propertyofpoeandbucky Okay, I know there’s a lot on this list, and it could take you a while to get through it all, but trust me - it’s worth it. Lani likes Poe, and it shows. He’s written so well.

Dashing - One Shot / Series ? - by whirlybirbs Birbs does it again. She’s got Punchy!Reader, and if there were a legal way to get all of this Poe thing down into a written book, I’d do it.

You Can See Me? - Modern / Ghost AU! One Shot - by @tintinwrites I just this this one’s really cool. And what Poe does for the reader at the end? So sweet! He would totally do that!

Across the Hall - Modern / Nurse AU! Series - by @starryeyedstories It’s cute, it’s fun, it’s got tension, and a little drama - plus a smidge of angst and Corgi!BB-8. If perfection were ever made into a Modern/Nurse au Poe fic - this would be it.

Deepest, Lightest Secrets - One Shot - by @writefightandflightclub It’s got the humour and overall feel you’d expect to come from something Star Wars related - honestly I had so much fun reading it, and I’ll happily do it again.

Levi Ackerman

Names for Him & You - One Shot - by @commanderserwin Again, op is one of my main sources for fic’s in this area - so there could be quite a few of them listed here. But this one? Cute as heck.

Levi’s Secret - Modern AU! One Shot - by @theamberwriter This one was damn funny in my opinion. Nothing can ever be hidden from Hange for long.

You Look So Beautiful In White - Modern AU! One Shot - by @alrightberries This fic, it carved out my heart, diced it, shoved it in a blender, then made it into an atomic bomb. I - I was not okay. That amount of angst shouldn’t be allowed. Read it.

Abeille - Modern / Mafia AU! Series - by @ackermans-freedom-inc Honestly, this isn’t finished yet but, honestly, I’m not ready for it to finish. The heartache. The betrayal. The child. I can’t even.

Lights - Modern AU! One Shot - by commanderserwin This was the first fic I ever read of op’s, and I couldn’t believe what I read so I went back and read it again. I can’t tell you how much I love it, or how I feel about it, so just go read for yourself and you’ll know.

To Build a Home - Modern AU! Series - by @vennilavee If you’re a fan of Levi, you must go read this. It’s so detailed, and just so perfect - whenever a new part comes out I have a quick reboot before going to read it.

Erwin Smith

One of Us - Modern AU! Miniseries - by commanderserwin I’m not going to lie, this one is here because I requested it, but also because I really liked it, and cried while reading it. So there.

Reiner Braun

Service to the Crown - Medieval AU! Miniseries - by @present-mel It should probably be illegal to write Reiner or Medieval au’s this well, and yet here op is writing both. Like, McScuse me, where do you acquire such talent and can I have some?

Toshinori Yagi

Flirting with All Might - One Shot - by @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten Toshi. The great. The hero. The awkward. He’s a blond boy doing what blond boys do even if he’s a little older he’s still part of the crew.

Stitches - Villain AU / Mini Series - by @itsallmightbitch Okay, so I said above that I wouldn’t put warnings on these - but this time I have to. Nothing I’ve read in my whole life emmits such an amount of pure horniness - and I love it.

Godless - Fantasy AU / One Shot - by @pleasantanathema Another ‘All Smite’ fic, yes, I know. But god. They’re so good. This one is another real horny one, so if you can’t tell there is a slight theme running here. And - sksksksks - this is actually from the same ‘general area’ as the Reiner fic listed above (Service to the Crown). There was a event. I read everything.

Keigo Takami

Preening - One Shot - by @shoutaaizawas Literally the softest and cutest damned thing I’ve read for Keigo. No, I’m not just ‘saying’ that, it’s genuine. The feelings I get - or lack thereof due to them turning to mush - it too much for words. Honest.

Seasonal Special - One Shot - by @keiqos I’ll say this now and I’ll say it first - any Hawks fics written by op are *chefs kiss*. They’re amazing. Secondly, rut!Hawks is my weakness - this fic is one of such weaknesses.

Shouto Aizawa

(Un-Named) - Series - by @theamberwriter This is *technically* the second part in the series, but it’s the only part I’ve read and goddamnit, I’m in love. Hubby Aizawa. The disappearing Baby-Zawa.

I Miss You Texts - SMAU - Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Nishinoya Yuu - by @briswriting I miss them too. They ain’t dead. I just feel like I haven’t seen them in so long.

Little Things - Headcanons - Karasuno - by @haikyuudreaming Every single one makes me feel so nostalgic, and I feel so much longing. I love. I loose. I pine. I want. And yet I cannot have. I only dream.

Cheerleader - Headcanons - Karasuno - by @imagine-101 I want to be their cheerleader. Now I am able to be. Op, many thanks for the feeding.

Tsukishima Kei

Cherry Wine - Single Parent AU! Series - by @bakugou-jpg I’m gonna head out and say that Tsukki was my first favourite Haikyuu character - then I ‘character developed’ but that only went so far as to give me more favorites. But deadass - read this and you won't regret it.

Ukai Keishin

(Un-Named) - Ballroom/Latin Dancer AU! Headcanons - by @imagine-that-haikyuu I know nothing about dancing. Or ballroom dancing. But I do know I’d love to dance with Ukai. So how’s that for ‘middle ground’?

#fic rec #masterlist #marvel x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #quentin beck x reader #stephen strange x reader #frank castle x reader #peter parker x reader #ronan x reader #ultron x reader #poe dameron x reader #levi ackerman x reader #erwin smith x reader #reiner braun x reader #karasuno x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #ukai keishin x reader

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