#also shes a kid (in like 99% of her aus) so i think she should be forgiven everything in her life ever Ok

[penguin--person]

16 and 24 for Kozlov

31 for nastya

The characters are more suggestions!! Be free do what you want 🤩💥

ty for the ask!! ask game

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head? everybody on the planet of earth ever 💥💥gabriela, probably? i don't think their relationship is Awesome No Worries.. so sad! but in general - people that think they know better than him, i guess .. or are just mean to him

24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it? i think this question is referencing something but im not sure what sorry .. i think he'd like cookies with fillings:) or those cookies that go with coffee

gonna put the nastya one under cut bc its big

31. When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it? Wowww you give kozlov easy questions but you want nastya to DIE!!!!! as it ought to be 🫡god i have to think a lot about this one.. killing me too generally she feels guilty for being a mutant, for bad grades, for not being good enough, that kinda stuff - but even then, its not really guilt? its more like shame.

with specific actions.. tbh i don't think she feels that much guilt outside of things concerning her? when she stabs dasha, she wont feel guilty bc, in her eyes, it was self defense and dasha deserved it. no reason to feel guilty. being mean to zhenya and those 'lesser than her' is fine because shes better than them, she can do whatever she wants. this is no reason to feel guilty. in the au where she grows into a scientist, she doesnt feel guilty much then either - just ! depressed. stupid. angry at her younger self for throwing herself at the facility. ashamed. not guilty because its not her fault. its 13 year old nastya's fault.

as to how she responds to guilt - like to any other emotions she deems negative, bottle that thang up!!!!!! express it through anger and frustration at those lesser than her and suck up to those better than her for love, for forgiveness!!!! yeahhhh!!! thats how she responds externally💥💥💥internally she's just.. idk man shes a freakkkk i dont know what you want me to say ... this is kinda explored in her nastyura fic !! how she reacts there is how she reacts at her worst.. its like, it depends a lot on how shes feeling in the moment. she Will blame you most of the time. she wont always try to stab you. she wont always yell at you, she might just go "Uhhh who cares?? Lol" or just laugh at you. shes just a goofff

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Dick Grayson ships in order of how toxic you should write them as adults in an established relationship imo (no batcest and we can discuss the harem at a later time)

Least

Dick X Wally: this is the quintessential friends to lovers story it’s adorable. Naturally a lil bit of toxicity bc nightwing is not a healthy person but still the ratio is 99% cute and 1% angst as adults. Feel free to angst away with the Robin/KF thing

Worlds where this is cute: young justice, earth prime pre Wally meeting Linda.

Dick X Kori: listen to me, if you ignore all the shitty writing (yes the babs wedding thing) they r perfect <3. The only person who I believe can be the lights light ya know. The broke up because they both took hits they couldn’t recover from but they still love each other and they’re my favorite canon pairing they should get back together and have a kid and be a cute lil family.

Worlds where this is cute: TT, Earth prime, DCAU, injustice, titans tomorrow, Lego Batman (every single earth actually)

Dick X Zatanna: cute, childhood crush turned sweethearts turned friends nothing to say here I just don’t think it would be toxic

Worlds where this is cute: young justice

Worlds where this should never happen: all the rest (she dated his dad)

Dick X Joey: I love them so I’m biased their relationship is on par with Dick and Wally taking field trips in the 80s. Also this is joeys most popular ship and that makes me laugh. BUT ANYWAY they’re just very homoerotic and I feel like they respect each other enough the toxicity would be on the lower side.

Worlds where this is cute: literally anytime before he possesses his dad’s body.

Times this is concerning: post possessing nightwings body (anyone remember that happening I just ignore it now, cuz I hate the whole evil Joey thing but if you wanna take this ship from 30% toxic to 140% write it post possession with the dude who had autonomy issues)

Dick x Kara: I just feel like the hero worship would get in the way a little bit

Worlds where this is cute: worlds finest

Worlds where this isn’t: the rest

Dick x Roy: I love them sm ur honor (despite how low I’m putting this, it’s one one my top ships) listen Dick and Roy adore each other and would die for each other, but the baggage?? The years of expectations?? The fights??? The fact that Dick gets more and more closed off when he’s mad usually but him and Roy in the same room and fists fly?? But the only people who can talk to Dick when he’s spiraling are Roy and Donna. Like ROY HARPER is one of Dick people!! You don’t understand how much I love how they can hurt each other while loving each other so so so much. They cause me pain. I don’t believe they’d ever mellow out Dick and Wally tho bc they’re whole relationship is heated they have never had a chill emotion about each other in their history of being characters that exist in the same space.

Worlds where this is cute: literally any world where the titans exist/have existed with speedy and Robin as core members

Worlds where no?: new 52 (I hate new 52 and ignore it tho so no universe sucks bc new 52 isn’t real and can’t hurt me)

Dick X Harley Quinn: see I hated this ship and I hate it in canon but I once read a fic that was good enough I now ship it on the dl and think it would be good for Harley to be with someone who can be a safety net. But like this is AU rare pair type shit and it’s low bc I literally cannot picture a canon universe where this isn’t the most toxic thing ever.

Worlds where yes: DCAU (AU) not even the canon one like the AU of the AU that is the DCAU (take a shot Everytime I say AU)

Dick X Shawn Tsang: I’m sorry yall Shawn was such a boring character I forgot she existed but I remember that she broke up with him after he lost his memory cuz she thought he was ghosting her and like not only does it feel like she just existed to give dick a love interest. Also this comic featured the character death wing and so it’s so low not bc the ship sucks except it does bc why dick?? Are you dating someone who hates heroes?? Why r u like this??? Stopppp but also bc imo the ship has a white bread type of content that is toxic to me personally and that’s more important.

Dick x Bea Bennet: I loved them sm in the beginning, best part of the Ric Grayson arc and then they added the spyral ties and made her a pirate and tbh that ruined it for me. Dick and Bea only work as a cute relationship if Bea is a way out or a window into the outside world like something to ground the man who is always trying to get his feet off the ground. It would be interesting. But now she’s just another another relationship where he didn’t know who he was dating and tbh I don’t think he’d be down for that post literally everything that’s ever happened to him romantically after the age of 16

Dick Babs: yes it’s this low, no I will not change it. It should be lower but I used to ship this so it’s only my fond memories keeping it this high. Babs slept with his father after dating him in at least 2 universes. Dick left Gotham for freedom and she quite literally drags him back Everytime they’re together it feels like about 30 years of Dicks character development is erased. And let’s not talk about Barbara used to be a congress woman Gordon. They deaged her to make her a decent love interest for someone who was a kid when she was running for congress. And because of the fact their characters don’t naturally balance out the way some of his other canon ships do (Bea, Shawn, KORI(the best canon ship imo), hell even Helena) it leads to the characters becoming flanderizations of themselves. Dick is a loveable himbo whose only defining characteristic is his ass and I hate to say it Barbara Gordon literally just turns into female Bruce and I hate it so much but genuinely read though some of their older stuff it’s like..ugh. Anyway I hate this ship I think it’s bad for both of them and while I’m not babs biggest fan I still like her and she and Dick should be best friends who get drunk on weekends and shit talk the bats and their respective teams (titans, birds of pray)

Dick X Helena bertinelli: yall wtf is this ship, if this is your main ship? Why? Tell me? Like what?? Helena??? Esp prime earth Helena?? He has more chemistry with midnighter than her (but we are not discussing the harem so I will remain silent)

Now the most toxic ship that isn’t incestuous is so obvious bc no one has ever pictured this ship with a modicum of health in it except its creator (derogatory) I’m 99% sure every single fic tagged this also has the domestic violence tag

Dick X Catalina Flores. Yeah no a billion times no this shit is so toxic the jack Napier fell into it and became the joker. This shit so toxic it only serves as a trauma boat for another person to swoop in and get him out I hate this so much.

Now dick is an old character so he has about a billion other relationships. But these are either the recent ones (Shawn, Bea) or the ones that have a lot of ao3 clout (birdflash) or something that makes my heart soft (dick and Joey) plus his most iconic 2 pairing I will not be getting into characters like Daphne, Clancy or Betty or anything else or the creepy ones like the fact he’s had shit with both catwoman and taila.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[daenystheedreamer]

i have a feeling you want to tell us about your ocs, i for one i’m curious

OKAY YAY I WILL TALK AHOUT THEM funnily enough though i get asked to post about ocs more than i post about them like i should be posting more but i forget... this post will be about KINGS OF OMAEGORVERSE TIMELINE

important concepts:

visenya & tyanna used valyrian blood magic on prince viserys the son of aenys (canonically squired for maegor and killed by him in retribution for percieved murder of visenya by alyssa). he's not an omega thats just a joke i dont have concrete thoughts on the biology of it all. i think it would be fun if he had tyanna or visenya's womb... oo or alys harroway's

maegor introduced the concept of a "wife in the blood" and a "wife in the faith" so he could have his cake and eat it too in regards to betrothing his kid to both aerea targaryen and a hightower oc

this is my sick and twisted psychopath joker au oc timeline. prepare yourself ^_^

MAEGOR I

rules until 66ac when his nephewwife viserys and daughter daenys kill him

consort(s): ceryse hightower who retires to the hightower after the viserys thing cos she's like "yeah this is the line in the sand for me" and grooms her niece to marry maegor's heir, tyanna and alys like in canon and then prince viserys random son of aenys no one remembers except me

child(ren): jaehaerys, viserra and daenys

JAEHAERYS I

ruled 66-92 AC

named after canon jaehaerys who gets killed by maegor in this. viserys wanted to name him that and maegor though it was funny.

physically and emotionally abused by maegor cos he wasn't masculine enough in childhood. bad bad childhood. got the stoicism beat into him. has an oedipus complex towards viserys

consort(s): princess aerea targaryen (betrothed from birth, she dies the same way she does in canon but its during her bachelorette party), lady maris hightower (ceryse's niece, my fave)

child(ren): aegon, aerion, helaena, daenerys, viserys, maegelle

AEGON II

ruled 92-99 AC

his life and rule was marked by his rivalry towards his twin brother aerion and their shared obsession with their sister helaena. was his mummy's favourite and the rejection by his father def made him who he is. however after his brother aerion killed the high septon and got exiled, the roles switched and he became daddy's favourite and abandoned by mummy

consort(s): queen jocasta lannister (daughter of viserra, bit crazy, mad that she's the wife-in-the-faith when she's more closely related to aegon than daenaera is) queen daenaera velaryon (half baratheon half velaryon, more normal but gets depression later) both his wives hate each other and despise jaehaerys a bit for obviously being in love with his sister (weirdo..)

child(ren): by daenaera- monterys, lucerys, jacaerys by jocasta: rhaena laena jaehaerys helaena aegor by helaena: rhaegar (bastard)

VISERYS I

ruled 99-120 AC elected king by a great council since aegon's kids were too young. daenaera also absconded to dragonstone and locked her kids in with her + no one trusted jocasta and her kids

jaehaerys is super weird about viserys cos kid viserys looks like a clone of mummy viserys. tries to beat masculinity into viserys like maegor did to jaehaerys. viserys is a bit whimpering and limp wristed likes playing with his sisters and a bit scared of his older brothers. shoving the kid into the training yard and to the kingsguard to toughen him up did NOT help. he just got a bunch of dogs basically

consort(s): alyssa arryn (alyssa was affianced to aerion targaryen, but aerion killed the high septon and got exiled which was a bit of a downer one could say so she was then married to his younger brother viserys. alyssa is undiagnosed paranoid schizophrenic and becomes enamoured with a red priestess >:))

child(ren): visenya/aegon/rhaenys (failed blood magic babies) maegor/daenys/alysanne (successful blood magic babies)

PRINCESS DAENERYS (QUEEN REGENT)

not technically a queen, but ruled 120-128 AC

viserys dies but his heir daeron (jacaerys' son by aerion and helaena's bastard son daemon, dont worry about it) is still 6 years old so daenerys swoops in and takes the role of daeron's regent.

consort(s): corlys velaryon (oc but like barely its jsut corlys from canon)

child(ren): valaena velaryon, laenor velaryon (he's straight here), naerys velaryon

DAERON I

ruled 128-136 AC

son of prince jacaerys (the child of king aegon i and queen daenaera) and daemon of qohor the bastard son of helaena and aerion. dont worry about the genders its a whole thing

obsessed with joining dorne to westeros. thought dorne was soooo cool. nymeria kin. though KL politics were a distraction and loved glory etc. pov youre told youre a god king from birth etc. hes gay but normal about it

consort(s): princess maryam martell to peacefully join dorne to the seven kingdoms but they never married. their wedding ended up being a slaughter committed ostensibly by dornish rebels who didnt wanna be westerosi but actually by his uncle jaehaerys (son of aegon and jocasta)

JAEHAERYS II

ruled 136-144 AC

son of aegon ii and jocasta lannister. huge inferioty complex and soooo mad that he's not the heir. orchestrates the death of his nephew daeron. he's very affable and personable and counters daeron's "lets go to war and get glory" with "that costs money asshole". he's at court while daeron is playing with dorne and makes friends there.

consort(s): princess aerea (bastard daughter of helaena and aerion, she dies before he becomes king. his great love that he never really understood and basically killed) queen alysanne tully 'red alys' (his wife-in-the-faith who double married him with aerea) queen alysanne targaryen 'blue alys' (replacement wife when aerea died, daughter of viserys i and his wife alyssa arryn. she's a blood magic baby) queen alysanne hawthorne 'aly hawberry' (originally a mistress, married her in 144AC right before he died)

child(ren): FUCK okay by aerea- elaena by red alys- maegor, jaehaera, aegon, viserra, aemond, aerys by blue alys- viserys daenerys naerys vaella rhaelle by aly hawberry- aelinor aemma aethan waters

AEGON III

ruled 144-147 AC

his elder brothers maegor and viserys were killed in a jfk style assassination by their sister elaena and he became king immediately after they and their father all died so its bad for him. went crazy trying to solve their deaths. killed by the most devout (faith of the seven) to put his brother aerys on the throne

consort(s): queen lianna redwyne (she was swapping with her twin sister larissa though. aegon was being gaslit by literally everyone in his life lmfao)

child(ren): helaena, baela, saera (saera was larissa's, though aegon and everyone thought she was lianna's)

AERYS I

ruled 147-184 AC

radicalised/groomed by the faith as a child. obsessed with his sister rhaelle. obsessed with religion and finding meaning in life but also in using the faith to not have to feel guilty for being a huge POS

his reign was hijacked by his nephew hugor stone who became the youngest high septon and who led a sect who became the "faith protectorate".

consort(s): lady agnes blackwood (never consummated cos he was obsessed with his sister, she ran off to the iron islands) queen rhaelle, queen helaena hightower

child(ren): by rhaelle- aemond aegon daeron helaena by helaena hightower- alysanne maegelle

DAERON II

ruled 184-204 AC

raised in the religious hell that was aerys' reign. when his sister helaena was confined to the maidenvault (yeah i kept that, aerys makes it) he tried to break her out with aemond and got sent to a septry as punishment. rhaelle switched him with a cousin and sent him to dorne instead where he was raised by daeron i's sister daena who had wed the prince of dorne. married her granddaughter. eventually besieged king's landing and took the throne for himself. forced his father to abdicate and kept him locked up.

after he became king, he tried to keep things cordial with the faith protectorate without just wiping them out. well they staged a coup and killed his wife and nearly killed him but it failed he just got major brain damage and his wife died :( his son baelor ends up mercy killing him

consort(s): tyshara dayne 'the evening star'

child(ren): baelor, rhae, daenys. his sister helaena later has some bastard kids with a knight of the kingsguard and he pretends they're his bastards by a random maid

BAELOR I

ruled 204-?

im up to about here on my family tree. not 100% on where everything will go from here on out

he's called the bloody for having killed his grandfather aerys and for killing some faith millitants during that coup when he was 9

consort(s): princess rohanne martell 'the rosy dawn' (she's half-martell :)) also has some dalliances with a baelon plumm and a barbrey bolton

child(ren): aerea, aegon, aemon, aenar

AEGON IV

married his sister aerea, remarried to a teora hightower after she died

AERYS II

born princess naerys targaryen. MEGA crazy. omegafies the guy her dad arranged for her to marry. rules as king aerys >:)

thats my current list ^_^ it gets hazy after aerys im still building my masterpiece. this has been in the works since omg april last year (though i restarted in september last year) so the concept is now a year old, happy borthdayyy

[kanerallels]

#33, 47, 74, and 99 for the 501st follower celebration?

I shall FINALLY answer this one, in honor of the Ahsoka show coming out in LESS THAN TWO HOURS I'M TOTALLY NORMAL AND STABLE (lie)

33: Hera & Lucy are famous singers and Tim, Jackson, and Kanan are their bodyguards Au. The title says it all. Plus also Nolan is their agent. Have a little snippet below:

“I still can’t believe Nolan got us BODYGUARDS,” Lucy complained, pacing as best she could in the enclosed space of Hera’s trailer. The other woman gave her a patiently amused look.

“In his defense, Lucy, we’ve both received plenty of death threats.”

“Yeah, well, this is invasive,” Lucy grumbled, flopping down onto the couch. “That Bradford guy is already the grumpiest drill sergeant of a guy I’ve ever met.”

“I didn’t think he was that bad.”

Scoffing, Lucy said, “How would you know? You were too busy flirting with your bodyguard with the ponytail.”

“I was not!” Shooting her an offended look, Hera said, “All I’m saying is that we should make the best of the situation.”

“You do that.” Frowning thoughtfully, Lucy said, “I, on the other hand, am going to try and get rid of them. Especially Bradford.”

“This should end well,” Hera sighed.

47: Frank gets Snapped. Also pretty self explanatory!

“So let me get this straight,” Frank said slowly, trying to wrap his mind around what he was being told. He was used to a world where things were, if not straightforward, at the very least no magic was involved. “This alien guy—”

“Thanos,” Amy provided as she poured them both a cup of coffee.

“Right, him. He snapped his fingers and erased half of humanity?”

Nodding, Amy said, “Pretty much. Well, it helped that he had these magic gems called Infinity Stones that controlled key aspects of the universe—”

Holding up a hand, Frank said, “Too much.”

“Right. Sorry.” Sliding him his coffee cup, she said, “Anyways, long story short, now you guys are back… after five years.”

Frank cursed under his breath, running a hand over his forehead. “Five years. What— who else? Besides me?”

He knew the first name that leapt to mind, but reluctantly pushed it aside to ask, “Curtis?”

“He was fine,” Amy assured him. “He was the first— well, second person I called when everything went down.” They both knew who the first person was. “He and I teamed up to look for some of the others. That’s how I met your friend David Lieberman.”

Frank’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. He was really helpful in finding everyone. He, uh— his wife got snapped. But both of his kids were fine.”

Wincing at the memory of Sarah— the kind woman who’d offered him that fancy wine— Frank said, “Got it. What about, ah, Madani?”

“She made it,” Amy assured him. “Mahoney didn’t, though.”

Nodding slowly, Frank said, “Right. And you found some of the others?”

“Yeah, David’s hacking skills made him pretty helpful. Other people hired him for it, too.” Amy half-grinned. “We thought we found you alive, one time. This guy hunting down crime lords. But Curtis figured you weren’t the sword type, and this guy, apparently, “didn’t move like you”, whatever that means.”

“Sword, huh?” Frank took a sip of his coffee. “Seems inefficient.”

“See, you say that, but he managed to kill a whole crap ton of guys. Major assassin skills going on there.”

“Huh. Not bad.” Frank took another long sip, playing for time before he asked the question. He was already scared of the answer. “What about, uh—”

“Karen made it,” Amy told him before he could force the words out. “She didn’t think you were sword guy either��� although we were all a little disappointed. Her lawyer buddies didn’t make it, though.”

Frank grimaced at the thought— Karen alone, without Red or the shorter guy who’d been scared at the sight of him, but still stubborn and smart. She’d been alone for five whole years. She hadn’t known where he was for five whole years.

Time to fix that. Downing the rest of his coffee, he rose to his feet. “I gotta go.”

Smirking, Amy said, “I figured. Let me get my stuff— New York is a long drive.”

74: The Wraiths being trained by Vostress. I've posted this one before, but I have another snippet for you, as a treat!!

99: B99 Au. Believe it or not I actually have multiple Brooklyn 99 inspired aus. This one is set in the Star Wars universe and is MUCH chaos, very fun.

“So let me get this straight,” Fox said, staring at Kanan. “Not only did you lose the criminal Dark O’Reilly again—”

“Less lose and more he slipped out of our clutches,” Kanan offered.

“—but you spent part of the time that you should have used trying to thwart him to sing karaoke with him?”

Shrugging, Kanan said, “What can I say? He does an excellent “Don’t Stop Believin’.”

Fox let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead with a grimace. “How is someone as intelligent as Syndulla in love with you?”

Grinning, Kanan said, “I ask myself that question every day, Captain. Honestly, I’m so lucky to have her. She’s incredibly beautiful and smart and—”

“Get out of this office.”

“Absolutely.”

[moonfurthetemmie]

other random sunfall shit that's either funny or important

Another cut because it's a little Long with all the stuff I threw into one mf Thing

Funny fun facts from the original dream:

In my dream this actually started out as Kai redoing Dreamswap, and then halfway through my brain was like 'actually this is Silver's AU' and completely forgot kai except for the art style for the mental image of everyone in the frozen living room. I forgot about the first half when I woke up tho 

Cross and Ink were dudes again even though they're girls To Me. Which is so funny 

dude the ice chairs were sick

The ice chairs melted when the new boyes also thawed out. very sad. The two Inks, single Finch, and single Cross were there and the chairs started melting first and they were all like "Cross what did you do" and Cross was so indignant. 

Dream II momentarily turned into Reverie/OG Dream when he was revived and tried to write 'hi Dream!!!' on Dream I's old notes. we had to tell him old Dream was gone. I think he got sad but around there is where I woke up

Dream II had my awful cursive handwriting for some reason FDFDSFSFDS

Finch was like....i don't know really prim and proper?? He was sitting like a princess in front of the fireplace for the crack photograph. I don't know what that was about but that's the main reason I think he was supposed to get a new version 

yeah the one Ink had all the vibes of OG, and the paint thing, just with DS's outfit. I don't know what the fuck that was about. It was so stupid (funny). Cross and the other Ink were much closer to the camera and Ink looked and acted more like DS, and Cross...tbh i don't remember. he seemed pretty normal. Maybe he wasn't though.

I never actually saw any of the castle except for that one room. it was just 'yeah they're in an ice castle. and frozen

Other stuff:

It was going to be cryosleep and not petrification, bc that’s what it was in the dream, but there is literally no reason to do that to them. Freezing Orion and Corvus isn’t going to made them stronger it’s just going to make them sopping wet and really dumb for the first hour after they thaw out

Corvus looks terrified as a statue :))

Glaze doesn’t respond to her name in donut shops because she just automatically assumes it’s someone ordering a glazed donut instead of someone calling her name.

Do you know how long it took me to push Corvus and Glaze together. Anyways Corv’s pet name for Glaze is Donut and Corv is the the reason Glaze is now actually putting effort into deal with The Maelstrom. 

There were actually quite a few survivors from JR. There was even enough to keep it going (even if just to say we survived. There’s not many of us but we’re still here and by god we’re doing our best), but they were scattered and the few others Ink and Finch found had already resigned themselves to trying to make a new life for themselves in this apocalyptic hellscape that the MV has become. 

“Alright you little shits it’s scavenger hunt time. Whoever finds the most stuff on the list gets a candy bar” - exhausted Ink at 11pm having to go on an emergency grocery run because 4-year-old Temp and Glaze eat way more than she thought they would and she is still trying to figure out how much food she needs for the three of them. No, they can’t read yet; their lists are in pictographs. Reason #99 why she should not be responsible for kids. She really needs another adult. 

Ink almost didn’t bother enrolling Temp and Glaze in a school bc it seemed like a lot of headache-inducing paperwork, but the lure of ‘time to herself without two hyperactive children’ was too strong. 

Xena and Java didn’t go to a proper school like the other clones, tho. Cross and Error just weren’t sure they could get Xena and Java to school. They did their best to homeschool them instead. Finch and Hacker gave them some basic shit to teach the kids too, because Finch was pretty sure they’d forget some actually important stuff. He was right btw. Xena and Java are lucky they know as much math as they do. They’re also lucky Cross and Error were willing to ask for help teaching them how to read and stuff because dear god

Cross really can’t blame Xena for not wanting to do this, but Xena hasn’t turned in her resignation form yet, which is the only reason Cross is pushing her to work on her shit. Xena does not realize this yet. Glaze is also seeing this and is very sure the older ones are forcing them to do this, which is why she hasn’t said anything. 

All the older ones kinda decide to start training the kids to fight at different points. Finch and Hacker took the longest to. As much as Finch wants Wren to be able to at least defend themself, he really doesn’t think young kids need to learn to fight. 

Oddly enough Ink took the second longest. She wasn’t too worried about it being appropriate or whatever to teach kids of a certain age to fight, her logic was just “I have very little patience. Kids test my patience more than most things. Kids are also very stupid. I should wait until they’re less likely to get themselves killed trying to learn how to hold a stick with a sharp pointy end.” She did teach them how to use their other magic, though. 

Cross and Error started teaching Xena and Java about their magic pretty early on. Their logic was ‘if they know how to control it young, there won’t be problems with runaway magic. Just problems figuring out where the cookie jar went and catching kids swinging from the ceiling’. They still wait for them to be at least double digits old before starting combat training. And they didn’t use real weapons.

All of the clones have the same birthday. 

Oddly enough, Aster actually wanting to help encouraged the others a lot. ‘You mean you WANT to be involved in this thing we don’t feel we have a choice in??? …maybe it won’t be that bad.’

None of the clones realized Corvus and Orion were going to wake up in their lifetimes. Especially not this soon holy shit. 

Had Corvus and Orion been more prepared, that one fight may not have gone as badly as it did. As it was they were young and inexperienced and had even less idea what they were doing than the others. They’re lucky they didn’t die. Hell they’re lucky it was only about 20 years and not 100. Or 500. 

Corvus and Orion do have a destiny bond. Had being turned to stone killed Orion, Corvus would not have lasted even a second longer in that first big fight with the Maelstrom. 

Also Corvus and Orion are both right about becoming radiants/corrupts. It would make it much easier for them to deal with the Maelstrom, but it would also make them much more vulnerable. 

Worst Ending Corvus & Orion: 

Corvus’ body is now made entirely of corruption and she can turn into a ✨goo puddle✨like OG Nightmare. Her body is very, very endothermic. Worst ice hands ever

Orion on the other hand is very EXOthermic and very very hot so like. Be careful

Orion is an unfortunate combination of Dream’s holier-than-thou-ness and some pretty awful manipulative tendencies. Obviously she is in the right, smh. But if she needs to do a little persuading, she’s not above using tricks and lies. She fights dirty, don’t let her talk of honor and righteousness fool you

Corvus is, surprisingly, rather honest most of the time, which doesn’t help Glaze when Corv offers to let her join her. Still, the corruption in her wants only one thing, and she will stoop as low as she needs to achieve it. 

Poor, poor Glaze. She promised herself she’d protect Corvus, and now she has to help kill her.

The pair of them are mere shadows of their former selves.

ALSO hey here's a bonus Xena that no one asked for (even though i said someone oughta smh)

[monalisamartian]

Momma Morningstar

So with all the Hellboy AU talk in the server and all the mother Morningstar talk got me thinking about end game HB and MS finally having a baby <3 Usually not into the idea of my characters having kids but with all the talk of mama star in the Hellboy AU with the BPRD kid crew made me want them to have an actual kid 🥺🥺

HB notices the changes first (they are together almost 24/7 ofc he's gonna notice when she started eating more and eating weird stuff)

HB : hey Abe...you noticed Stars eating more?

Abe : I do hope you don't plan on saying that to her.

HB : yesterday I saw her eat 6 burger's

Abe : you can't say much iv seen you eat 13 in one sitting?

HB : Star can't stand the taste of beef...

She's also not usally a fan of spicy food but HB catches her eating his stash of ghost peppers. (He loves spice being a demon n all)

HB : you alright there blondie?

MS : what? *mouth full of ghost peppers* yeah why?

Hellboy loves kids and loves being around then (he wants to be a dad so bad) but star was always reluctant around them untill she took the kids of the BPRD under her wing...(hehe bird pun) But when visitor a village plagued my fairies stealing babies star is a mess emotionally (she doesn't usually show any emotions so HB is pretty taken back by seeing her cry)

Star dosnt like being touched on her back so she hates hugs and pats on the back (and always had her back covered) but HB notices that she stars resting her back on him in quiet moments.

As soon as there's a heart beat Abe knows. And dosnt know how to tell anyone and is bad at keeping secrets. So he asks Star about it.

Abe : Agent? I know I should mind my own business but I couldn't help but notice you have grown a heart?

Star : ok...a little rude I had one before, but yes I can agree I show alot more affection towards the little family we have made.

Abe : oh? No no. I meant quiet literally.

Weird thoughts...

So in the AU we head cannon angels being like birds (specifically morning Star is a curly white pigeon XD)

Angels are sexual and don't reproduce but star is in human form 99% of that time and accidentally pulled a rose quartz

WOULD ANGELS LAY EGGS? OR BIRTH LIKE HUMANS?

the child is gonna be every early 2000s Mary Sue, half demon half angel 😇😈

The brother said angel births are horrific and had to be a biblically accurate angel type horror

Wholesale thoughts

Thier first kid is a girl who looks like Hellboy but with Stars blonde hair and they name her Ruth (like a baby Ruth candy bar)

Abe : oh? Ruth is a beautiful name, after the biblical women from the gospel of Matthew?

Hellboy : yeah..... definitely that...the biblical figure...not baby Ruth candy bars...

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#tbh darius is my fav but i like philip too + actually think it would be really interesting if they had to team up against the collector

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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252 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

#3

ofc king’s tide has a grip on me IT WAS A LOT (maybe if i just write about it more--actually i think this is the first thing i’ve posted about it specifically?)

ah ha it hits me that hunter and darius are the only kid-parent duo to have to directly suffer through the draining spell

like thank titan that luz doesn’t actually have to see eda suffer through any of the draining spell before raine saves her, though granted eda still looks wrecked afterward--and at least king is only half-conscious when he does see eda like that and doesn’t have time to even engage with it before he’s up and in adrenaline-fueled Emergency Mode; and gus doesn’t have to see his family get drained, willow doesn’t have to see her family get drained, amity at least leaves before she can see her dad get really drained--she may have left him in danger, but he was still on his feet and conscious and fighting

but hunter has to see darius get hit hard by the draining spell and not wake up even though he’s begging him to

jfc these two. my boys, my favs. cut them a break. they better get a long family vacation after this or the equivalent to that.

and while i do on some level actually appreciate that hunter and darius are actually the only kid-parent duo to really represent the horror of what’s probably a common scene around the isles at this point, of a kid trying to wake up their branded parent--something that at some point really did become a likely “must show” in the series, like if they’re triggering the draining spell, should get a scene where like a character has to try to reach another character being drained but it’s not working--and it’s hunter and darius who get that, further emphasizing them and their overall importance in the story

but still jfc. 

(oh and hunter and darius are the only kid-parent duo that both have sigils and are both literally suffering through the spell together, they’re both getting drained)

259 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

#2

after the last episode:

I’ve been thinking about this, and now feel like i do want to share it, or share it in its own post since I think I mentioned it in a long Darius-centric AU post I made before. And hey, could still be good for fic.

Anyway, the line from Hollow Mind:

“Why does Darius look so sad here?”

That line does a lot in my opinion, but I also wonder given the context if it does even more--because Hunter notices that from an image in the surface level, deceptive area of Belos’s mindscape. And that place was largely about glorifying Belos--except Darius’s sadness is the only thing to really contradict that, and the only thing that was honest about that place. So I’ve been wondering--

Since Hunter sees Darius looking so sad inside Belos’s mindscape, can that imply Belos noticed Darius’s intense sadness, and could that mean that Belos suspects/knows Darius opposes him because of the previous Golden Guard?

Did Belos also specifically choose to get a lot of Abomatons because he suspected/knew his Abomination coven head couldn’t be fully trusted and wanted something to reliably and mechanically fill the Abomination void in offensive terms, just in case?

Has Belos been trying to keep an eye on Darius for confirmation of rebellion?

Just some stuff I’ve been wondering about. (And ofc it could be just a neat character/narrative detail that does a lot and was executed in an interesting way via Belos’s mindscape/etc.)

261 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

as everyone knows, thank titan for that scene of darius immediately visibly flipping out in concern for hunter, so wonderfully wholesome

but i also keep thinking that darius’s immediate frenzied concern is horribly justified by what comes after omfg he had every reason to freak out over hunter getting stuck in belos’s mindscape

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[shagpaboloutpost]

I did threaten a part two! There will also be a part three because: I can’t shut up. As a reminder, this is part of my Dead Brothers Coalition au (Part One)

Nel was crying in the alley. Hevy stopped as soon as he realised, alarmed.

“Should I go get Droidbait?”

Nel glared at him.

“Do not get one of your stupid batchmates,” they said.

“Hey,” Hevy said. Nel only got that rude when they were in a lot of pain. What a night to feel like that, she thought ruefully. “You like my stupid batchmates.”

“I don’t think I like anybody right now,” Nel said. “Can you leave me alone?”

It was tempting. Hevy just wasn’t sure it was the right call. Anyway, she wasn’t the type to leave a clone behind, even when it was just feelings they were battling.

“Do you want to at least cry somewhere a little cleaner?” Hevy asked.

Nel snorted.

“Where? The cleared-out barracks we have to vacate by tomorrow? That awful flat Fives and Echo are renting? The ship Ahsoka’s renovating?”

Hevy really hadn’t expected that level of vitriol over such a mild suggestion. He grimaced nervously.

“Is this… about more than just Tibanna?”

“Hevy…” Nel groaned. But Hevy couldn’t drop it now. The barracks thing bounced in his head, colliding with the fact that it had been Nel’s idea for them to wear the armour one last time before the Guard was officially disbanded. Fives and Echo’s place wasn’t half-bad, especially for Coruscant prices. Nel had even expressed a liking for the windows, when they visited the first time.

“We both know you can lie to me, but I know you don’t want to,” Hevy said. “Come on.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Nel asked. “Like you don’t know? We’re about to lose everything, Hevy. Our whole lives just… disbanded. There’s nothing left on Kamino of how we grew up. It’s all confiscated or destroyed. Cadets are being adopted out like they’re just normal kids. All our bases, our homes are going to be empty until the next war comes along, and then some natborn who has no idea of the history that lives there is going to look right past the names we carved in the walls and the secrets we left behind. We’re supposed to start lives, but we already had them! And it’s like – like no one but me cares!”

Hevy opened his mouth, but he couldn’t force anything out.

“The one thing I could count on,” Nel said. “Was at least, if everyone wants so badly to pretend the past doesn’t matter, I can keep putting mine behind me. If clones are supposed to just… stop being clones, and act like every other human out there, there’s no chance I run into Tibanna again. But I can’t even have that.”

Part of Hevy wanted to push Nel back inside. She’d had a hard time with her own batch, after all. If 99 hadn’t been there, she’d have walked away from them all and never known how much she really loved her brothers.

But he knew that what had broken between Nel and Tibanna was a lot bigger than the insults and punches Domino had slung at each other. That wasn’t his job to fix, no matter how much he wanted to.

“I’ve never left a home I expected to come back to,” Hevy said. Nel frowned at him. Hevy shrugged.

“There was Kamino. Who expects to end up back there? Unless you’re an ARC trooper, anyway, and I wanted it but I never really believed I’d get it.”

“You’d have made a great one,” Nel said quietly.

“Well, people keep saying Echo and Fives were some of the best, and they both ended up fake dead, so maybe I would fit in,” Hevy said. Nel groaned, but there was laughter in their eyes. Hevy considered that an improvement. “Anyway, Rishi I blew up. Wasn’t coming back to that one because it was gone and so was I, right?”

The Coruscant Guard had also been a home Hevy never thought she’d see again, but leaving there was a topic best left untouched for both of them.

“Do us both a favour and get to the point,” Nel said.

“Everything ends,” Hevy said quietly. “You saw enough murder and manslaughter around here, I think you know that. But nothing can make you stop being one of the vode. Nothing can do that to any of us. It just means we get to make more choices without worrying about choosing between our siblings and the other things we want.”

“That’s very poetic, Hevy,” Nel said.

“Thanks,” Hevy said, knowing Nel meant it as a dismissal and refusing to care. “I stole a lot of that from Kix. I’ve never seen someone give so much good advice while looking so uncomfortable.”

Nel smiled grudgingly as they looked away.

“All right,” he said. “What’s Kix choosing, then?”

“I have no idea,” Hevy said. “He might not know. Most of us don’t, I think.”

Nel rubbed at their nose, sniffing sharply.

“Is this your idea of being helpful?”

“Hey, I know I can’t fix the Tibanna shit for you, or the finding a job thing,” Hevy said. “But it’s not the end of us.”

Nel groaned.

“We’re all going to be doing different things,” she said. “How do natborns ever get to talk to their families?”

“It’s probably easier to keep track of when you don’t have a million siblings,” Hevy offered. “But I think that’s what the Holonet is for.”

Nel groaned, rubbing their eyes.

“Do you think I should talk to Tibanna?”

“I would,” Hevy said immediately. “But I won’t tell you what to do.”

“What if I want you to?” Nel grumbled.

“Like you’ve ever really cared as much about orders as you pretend,” Hevy scoffed. He clapped Nel lightly on the shoulder. “What do you wanna do? Head back, head out… stand here crying some more?”

“I wasn’t crying,” Nel ground out. He grimaced and sighed. “I’m going to the barracks. You can stay here.”

“Nel –“

“I would like it if you stayed here,” Nel said. “Or anywhere. I want to be alone.”

It was the second time they’d said it. Hevy sighed and nodded.

“You want me to punch Tibanna for you?”

“If you do, I’ll punch you,” Nel said. “I can defend my own honour, thanks.”

“Who said anything about honour? I just thought it might make you laugh a little,” Hevy said as she took a couple steps backward toward the mouth of the alley. Nel pulled a face.

“Go away,” they said, but they were smiling at last.

[tanoraqui]

I still think about this sometimes. The Premise: AU in which the Nirnaeth wasn’t quite so much a rout—just, like, 90% as bad. Uldor & co did turn, Fingon did die, Turgon retreated and Húrin was captured… But 2-3 sons of Fëanor somehow made it through to the west, and retreated on some sort of order with a good portion of Hadorians led by Huor, and now they plus whoever else is still alive in the area are holding Hithlum by the skin of their teeth. They did lose Barad Eithel; it’s an ongoing guerrilla campaign to hold the mountainous borders.

Túrin, Lalaith and Nienor have grown/are growing up in the relatively safety of Dor-Lómin, where Morwen leads their people until Túrin is old enough. (She handles domestic affairs and Huor leads the armed forces; they have a good working partnership.) Their cousin, Tuor, has lived mostly in a series of camps with his parents and Annael (2iC and frequent babysitter). Now, however, Rian has brought him back to Dor-Lómin. Allegedly it’s to spend time with his cousins and get a bit of stable education…but everyone knows their forces are losing ground every day. The adults speak quietly about sending the children to the Falas for safety.

Then, while the kids are playing in the woods in which they’re definitely not supposed to be playing, they stumble across a mysterious blond Elvish princess, old enough to have Light in her eyes but physically/emotionally about 12 (human years) for Reasons. She’s very lost, and her home is far away and enchanted such that even one of royal blood can’t find the entrance unless they’re right on top of it, nor describe how to find it to anyone else…

Oh yeah, and the whole House of Húrin is still very cursed.

The Cast:

Turin (15): oldest, heir, sometimes avoids responsibility for fear of failing at it but he will look after his younger sibs&cousin or die trying. (He’s really a very good leader if he doesn’t stress about it). The Leader.

Lalaith (13): frail since childhood illness, cheerful by choice, channels Morwen terrifyingly when angry. A general family habit of spoiling her because she’s frail is balanced by the fact that all she really ever wants is for her loved ones and people to be 1. happy and 2. safe/well (and she will manipulate them toward that end if necessary). The Heart, sometimes Lancer (on family matters).

Tuor (11): 99% sure his father sent him away because the war is going worse; he’s not stupid. Wants to help, with the war and in general. More excited by the discovery of boats and sailing than by being specifically chosen by Ulmo to be His prophet (not that that's not exciting! and a bit terrifying! but also look at those floating things!). The Smart Guy.

Nienor (10): baby sister, standard ‘baby sibling wants to be involved, resents being treated as little, will perk up once given a sword and lessons on how to use it.' More the Mascot than the Heart; grows into being the Big Guy.

Idril (~500/12ish): runaway-then-lost princess, not grown up because (for the sake of this au) Elves kinda age at the rate they feel like aging (fëa > hröa!), and normally that goes smoothly but Idril is subconsciously terrified to grow up because when you grow up, people die. She hasn't aged since her mother's death. The Lancer.

Beleg (??): Marchwarden of Doriath, habitually wanders/scouts farther from its borders than is strictly (known in) canon, and so was friendly with Turgon et al when they lived in Nevrast. Should really be getting back to Doriath right now but oh sweet Tree-mother, why is little Idril here. Isn't Gondolin's secrecy kind of important. Why do all these children keep trying to get themselves killed; did nobody teach them woodscraft... The Mentor/Big Guy.

Bonus: Maeglin (~70/16ish): Sixth Ranger+ Came to find Idril and get her home safe, and definitely didn't get captured by the Enemy on the way.

The Plot:

In my heart, this is shaped like a series of slim paperback books in 14pt font written for 8-year-olds and released serially 2-3 times a year for a decade-plus, as The Gang hopscotches wildly around late First Age Beleriand and participates in every major historical event for [mumbletimelinemumble] years. OR MAYBE a less slim series in 12pt font written for 10-year-olds and released once a year or every other year for a decade or so, as The Gang hopscotches etc etc.

Events Include:

Finding Idril in the woods and teaming up to fight off the werewolf that's been tracking her. Idril reveals that Húrin and Huor were briefly in Gondolin in their youths, which they’d never told anyone.

The Ered Wethrin are breached! We must evacuate Dor-Lómin! Morwen and Rian firmly send the kids away, and they and Idril agree to mutually escort each other to safety with Cīrdan and her cousin Gil-galad on the Isle of Balar

Shortly into this journey (start of book 2 of the 14pt series) they meet Beleg, who reluctantly appoints himself babysitter/guardian/guide. Adventure on the road ensues, pursued by orcs!

Reach Balar and have court drama and/or adventure with teen High-King Gil-galad! (Elf!19-ish.) Fealty definitely happens. Reuniting with Rian and Morwen? Just Rian given that Morwen is very cursed? Obviously we should all stay on this island, or at least make a stronghold on the shore, maybe at the Sirion delta...

[btw I seriously considered having Fingon still alive, but Gil-galad being a teenage High King was too important. Adults can help, but all the most powerful people in this story, politically, magically or narratively, need to be teens or younger.]

But Ulmo comes to Tuor with a message for Gondolin and a promise to guide him to near its gates, and Idril's determination to get home has been renewed...so we leave a note on our pillow for Mom/Aunt Rian and sneak off into the night!

They travel up the Sirion, stealthy by the skill of Beleg and the aegis of Ulmo (though his power in the river grows weaker by the day, as Morgoth's minions pour poison into the captured spring...)

Nargothrond arc! Túrin convinces them to become more easily accessible to refugees! Lalaith has a romance with ellf!teen Finduilas?! (All elvish characters as whatever age is convenient to this young reader chapter books series.) Has Maeglin joined them yet? Idk! Nienor starts studying the blade.

Túrin's bridge idea backfires terribly, of course. Dragon. We're going to save Finduilas, though! (Though not Orodreth.) Nienor gets the killing blow on the dragon, which resolves her amnesia which it induced (she still knew in her heart who her family was). However, Nargothrond is still no longer safe, Finduilas must flee to the sea with her people while Lalaith continues with her family...to Doriath, just across the river!

Glaurung’s last words, or nearly last, are a taunt about Húrin being alive. This is new information to the kids!

[Do Túrin and Beleg have Bandit Adventures here, or earlier? They need to have Bandit Time at some point, for sure]

Doriath arc! The only thing The Gang manages to rescue of Nargothrond’s material treasure is the Nauglamir, unknowing that Glaurung has had time to curse it, so that backfires terribly. They end up helping Beren & co defeat the evil dwarves and get it back…

They also help Dior and Nimloth get together! This arc is all about interspecies romance, really. Thingol and Melian, Beren and Lúthien, Nimloth and Dior… Idril and Tuor looking at each other then looking away real fast while blushing bright red like the prepubescents with crushes that they are, and finally shyly kissing at Dior&Nimloth’s wedding party… Túrin and Beleg being distinctly more subtle but still exchanging covert glances while all conflicted about Differing Duties/Allegiances and Lifespans (and tentatively kissing after Dior&Nimloth’s wedding party—which happens after they regain the Silmaril, to be clear.)

[I don’t actually ship Beleg and Túrin romantically so much as…Life Partners/Forever Besties/mutually pointing at each other and going, “that’s My Guy; I’ll follow him to hell just to watch his back.” But they can kiss if they want to.]

This is a notable arc for Idril especially, due to her trauma about loved ones dying.

Hithlum arc? This isn’t Silm canon at all, idk if we’re going to successfully retake Hithlum. I just want to see Morwen’s weird detente with the Easterlings wherein she was thoroughly deposed but they were afraid to fuck with her personally because they thought she was a witch. Also the 2-3 aforementioned Fëanorions are here, because I don’t want to completely lose track of them. And Maeglin joins the party if he hasn’t already.

There’s been a running almost-joke of people saying Morwen is Scary, could scare off orcs just by yelling at them, etc. Shortly after they reunite with her, she literally does scare off a few orcs, or at least make them hesitate long enough to be easily killable, by going full “how dare you touch my children; get out of my house.” Beleg, softly: Holy shit I thought you were joking. / Nienor: We never joke about Mother.

Save Huor and his few remaining people from what would’ve been a heroic last stand. Serious concern: if Huor is captured, Morgoth would try to find out where Gondolin is from him! …wait, what about Húrin?

This leads smoothly into #HúrinHeist501, aka Operation: Golden Eagle, aka Time to Rescue Dad[/Uncle Húrin/That Guy Who Stayed With Us For A Year Once], ft. Morwen and Huor because like hell are they letting the kids (and Beleg) do this alone

And they do! They do rescue him!! …because unbeknownst to them, Morgoth let them escape at the last second so they’d lead his spies to Gondolin!!

Gondolin arc! Can You Guess How This Goes?

Oh yeah, Maeglin. So, the thing about Maeglin is that he snuck out of Gondolin (to chase Idril? just to get some space?) and got captured by the Enemy and tortured a bit, manipulated a bit, until he agreed to find Idril and use her to reveal to Morgoth the route into Gondolin…because Maeglin himself doesn’t actually know it, because Turgon didn’t love him enough to loop him in on the magic royal bloodline secret passage awareness…which was a key part of Morgoth argument why Fuck Those Guys, and is in fact TRUE as far as Morgoth knows… Because right before he was captured, knowing he was about to be captured, Maeglin used a spell he knew from his father to yank out some of his most precious memories—anything about Gondolin’s location and entrances, the fact that he knows them, and a few particularly treasured moments with Aredhel and maybe even Turgon & Idril—and hid them in a gem he happened to be carrying, and dropped the gem down a crevasse. He did this to protect them, but then the lack of the memories meant he was less able to resist Morgoth… [sobs].

Our heroes actually figure this out, find the memory gem and make Maeglin whole again BEFORE finding Gondolin. There’s a climax to the arc during #HúrinHeist501. Morgoth IS irritated at how these kids keep ruining all his plans…but he has more plans.

Húrin informs his family that they’re all Literally Cursed for the purpose of tormenting him, and will bring doom wherever they go. Several of them immediately offer to leave Gondolin to keep it safe. Everyone else immediately says absolutely not, you’re our family. Turgon adds: “And you are safe here.” (Idril and Tuor exchange worried glances, and recruit the others to start building an escape tunnel.)

At least one parent dies in the Fall of Gondolin but dealer’s choice which one

Because this is still a fixit-ish children’s chapter book series, however, the timeline shakes out such that the evacuation from Gondolin to the coast puts The Gang in the right time and place to intercept the Fëanorian assault on Doriath. Being friendly with both Dior&Nimloth and [whichever Sons of Fëanor were holding the line in Hithlum for 1-2 decades), they manage to negotiate some sort of…timeshare? Mercenary contract? Everyone retreats to Sirion together and we build one last great (refugee) city in Beleriand, and hold out as long as possible, and that’s the closest this gets to a happy ending?

I’m sorry, I’m not good at fix-it fic, not for good tragedies. There can be a sequel series about Elwing and Eärendil mostly grown up and saving the world.

If nothing in canon went the way it did in canon, I feel like Turin, Lalaith, Nienor and Tuor would have off the charts kidlit protagonist squad energy growing up

[winchester-with-wings]

The Neighborhood Heartthrob

Bucky Barnes x Reader (college age AU?) // Dedicated to @softdudebro​

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Summary: You're neighbors with Steve and Bucky when they come home for the summer. You're an artist and Steve asks for your help with a home DIY project.

Word Count: 3000ish

Author Notes: don't tell me you don't wish you could pull on his hair!

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Sarah Rogers was basically the neighborhood nurse and beloved by all. After the loss of her husband, she'd moved with her son to your neighborhood--a semi-suburban area with cute houses with driveways and backyards. She'd come on the heels of another family, the Barnes’. It seemed they were all rather close, especially the boys.

From your house across the way, you occasionally saw James Barnes and Steve Rogers hanging out, working on cars, or practicing the perfect pitch of an old yellow baseball. They were the token heartthrobs. The boys that all the girls had a crush on and you were no exception. But maybe because you didn't fawn over them or *noticeably* swoon, they seemed more inclined to interact with you.

Steve especially loved popping by the garage to see your latest work. You'd turned your parent's garage into an art studio and even though he tried not to show it, Steve was clearly interested in art. Not your art specifically but doing it himself. He'd often borrowed some paper scraps and pencils and wouldn't you know it, he was better than you. He'd spoken before about how he might want to go to art school. But another side of Steve Rogers wanted to enlist in the army like his dad. Either way, you'd be sad to see him go, but a part of you hoped he'd pursue his creative passion.

James--or Bucky as he liked to be called--was also indecisive about what followed after high school. But a baseball scholarship made the decision for him and he'd seemed happy to do it.

You graduated and went to college a year after the boys. Your first summer after freshman year, you're back in the garage, trying something new with repurposed wood and paint. Steve stepped in, having grown in height and muscles.

"Hey Steve!" you beamed at him, wiping at your brow. You're 99% positive there's paint on your forehead now.

"Hey Y/N, how are you?"

The two of you exchanged quick pleasantries before Steve got to the point.

"I was thinking about doing something nice for my mom, and I was hoping you could help."

"Of course!" Sarah Rogers, the woman next door the kids would go to if you didn't feel good, the mother hen you would visit if you thought you’d broken something after falling from a tree. (Never mind the fact that Bucky was the one that pushed you 'accidentally'). Everyone loved her and the chance to do something nice for her while she continued to work long shifts at the hospital over the summer, it was a no brainer.

"I want to paint a couple walls in the house, maybe do a mural?"

"Absolutely!"

What Steve neglected to mention (but what you should have expected) was that Bucky was going to help too. You'd gotten along great with Bucky in the past--perhaps too well because before he went off to college you'd become absolutely smitten. You'd survived off of quick glances across the street during holiday breaks but being in the same room with him…you were bound to get distracted. You could handle that right?

But you were wrong.

Bucky had grown out his hair; the dark brown hair that used to just tickle the back of his neck was now shoulder-length. He was wearing it in a low bun but shorter strands still framed his face or were tucked behind his ear.

"Lil Y/N!"

"Good to see you too Buck," you grunted. He wrapped you in a bear hug and spun you around when you walked into the living room. All furniture had been cleared and the ground was laden with newspapers and canvas tarps. Beams of uninterrupted sunlight shone in through the uncovered windows; it made the mustard yellow walls look better than they really were.

"Alright so primer first?" Steve gestured.

"Following your lead, Mr. Rogers," you saluted him, allowing yourself to be taken in by Steve's smile. You preferred that over watching Bucky's large arms flex as he carefully poured the white paint into a tray with a roller. Just like Steve, he seemed to have enjoyed the benefit of a college gym (definitely more than you, although your freshman 15 had come and gone), every inch of him seemed more filled out, more muscular. His grey t-shirt stretched across his shoulders and his broad chest filled it out even more but his waist tapered perfectly into that perfect waist, perfect ass, and thick…thick thighs.

A perfect model to sketch…if ever he'd agree to it. Maybe he would if you were prettier, taller, skinnier, someone else other than the silly girl across the street.

Steve had asked you to help yesterday, and today you were still wearing your paint stained overalls and--you guessed it--a paint stained t-shirt.

"You look like you came prepared," Steve commented on your outfit.

"Prepared to get dirty," Bucky added and while you hid your blush from Bucky, Steve saw it and grinned. He handed over a speaker.

"You're the DJ."

"Ah yes, finally. My true calling," you giggled.

You picked the general top hits to start off. That's safe right? But soon after everyone's started painting, you wanted to sing along and you weren't going to do that in front of them. So you changed it to an alternative punk playlist, then classic rock and then eventually Disney hits.

"Oh my god, Y/N! Just pick an artist and go with it!" Bucky laughed, waving a paint brush at you. You dodged the splatter of paint and looked at Steve, who remained quiet but looked to be in agreement with his friend. You settled on Pop Hits and then set the phone down.

The three of you worked on your respective walls until late afternoon. The music was eventually turned down to background music as you talked and exchanged stories about life and school. You're quiet when Steve and Bucky start talking about girls.

"What about you, Y/N?" Steve asked, having noticed your discomfort. You were just really focused on painting the wall a solid white, okay? That's the only reason you're quiet. Right? You shrugged.

"Not much to report. Aside from maybe one or two drunk dudes hitting on me at parties, there's not much to tell," you said quietly.

"Oh come on, you have to have some freshman year exploits," Bucky chuckled, sidling up close to you, "All the girls do."

"Well, not me," you said, a bit sharp. "I go to the parties but nothing happens, I just stand there and watch guys dance with my friends."

"You've always been a bit of a wallflower," Steve said sweetly. You whipped your head around to challenge him but find that he's looking at you fondly, a soft smile curving the corner of his mouth. "I always liked that about you," he said it off the cuff as if you and Bucky wouldn't hear him. You went back to painting. Only the wet paint could see how you blushed.

But after that, Bucky egged Steve into talking about another girl. A girl named Peggy who had pursued Steve and was well on her way to winning his heart. You weren't exactly jealous, just bummed to know that you'd missed any chance to win over the Brooklyn Boy. But Bucky on the other hand, was still unattached.

As you finish your wall, reaching the corner you shared with Bucky's wall, the two of you start to come closer together. He bumped his shoulder against yours and it's the first time you've noticed his (new-to-you) tattoo on his shoulder cap. You're caught staring at the red star peeking out under the short sleeve.

"Like what you see, darlin?" he purred, his voice low enough that Steve doesn't hear.

"The tattoo. It's nice," you clarified. Bucky smirked, lifted his sleeve more, and flexed his bicep.

"Wanna touch it?"

"I bet you say that to all the girls." You rolled your eyes and pressed the back of your hand to your brow. You leaned against him, pretending to faint. Bucky gaped at you in the same moment that he wrapped his arm around you to catch you. He's just unsteady enough on his feet that he tilted back, right into his wall.

"Oh, oh, whoa!" He jumped, startled at the realization that his old HS basketball shorts had just touched a wall of wet paint. "No. Ugh!" he groaned as he set you on your feet and then spun around to look. He looked like a dog chasing his tail. You and Steve started laughing. The white paint didn't perfectly transfer. If he had pressed his ass to a dark canvas the mark left behind wouldn't be a perfect peach shape but you'd be damned if you couldn't look away.

"Now that ass is a work of art!" you teased and Steve burst out laughing, his hand flying to his chest as he leaned back. He caught himself before he made the same mistake. Bucky looked at you, a flirtatious gleam in his eye. You recognized it but didn't take it seriously. He was only ever just teasing you, not showing actual interest in you. He held up his paint roller, brandishing it as a weapon. He crooked at his finger at you.

"Come here."

"No!" You dropped your paint roller and bolted to the other side of the room. You'd use Steve as a shield if you had to. But the boys are the best of friends and comrades. Steve turned on you, booping you on the nose with paint. "Please, no! Just not the hair!" you squealed, holding the two men at arms length. You'd had paint in your hair countless times. It wasn't fun trying to wash it out.

Bucky clearly hadn't experienced that pain before, but he was about to, when he slipped on the tarp. His back hit the wall and he went down. When he stood up, there was no denying that the paint had gotten everywhere, including his hair. It was the back of his head and his bun that now sported white streaks and even though Steve suggested hosing Buck off in the backyard, you knew the primer paint wouldn't come out so easily.

---

You and Steve got a jump start on the fourth wall the next day. With painting tape and a pencil, you're planning out something abstract and decorative or maybe an actual mural; Steve hadn't decided yet. He just knew it had to be perfect for his mom.

She'd come home from a long shift and had been banned from entering the living room. He'd closed it off and left the ceiling fan running with the windows open. The primer was nearly dry and you would be painting it a pale green later, but for now, you're having fun brainstorming with Steve.

You eventually decided to do a geometric pattern but flowers and leaves painted in the corner where Sarah's plants would eventually return.

"I don't like this color. Wanna run to the store with me to get a different one," Steve asked you. Bucky walked in a moment later, dressed in the same dirty clothes from yesterday but with one major difference. His shoulder length hair was gone.

"Oh my god. What did you do?" you stared, utterly shocked.

Typical. Absolutely typical.

When something goes wrong with their hair, a boy doesn't worry about washing the mess away. No. They just cut it all off.

"I haven't seen your hair that short in years! Looks good, Buck!" Steve smiled at his friend, his trip to the store still on his mind, he grabbed his keys and wallet off the table in the center of the room. "Wanna come?" Bucky couldn't seem to stop looking at you, you looked stupid--dumbfounded no doubt.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll stay here and help Y/N."

"Cool. She'll tell you the plan."

With his hand hook in the waistband of his basketball shorts, Bucky approached you.

"You like what you see, Y/N?"

"You cut it all off?" Your shocked face morphed into a pouting one. Bucky ran his hand over his head; it's short all around but still just long enough to stick up on top. He looked older, like a man who would model fancy suits with shiny shoes.

"Wasn't going to wash out, so…do you like it?" Did he really need your approval?

"Sure," you shrugged and directed your attention back to the wall and the plan for the mural. You drifted over to the corner and started to imagine how you would do the plants. What leaves? Any flowers? A cactus? No, too Southwestern. You could smell Bucky--even over the scent of paint--before you realized he was right behind you. You turned and he'd crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, so close that you were literally backed into the corner.

"Did you even try?" he asked, quite randomly. Looking him up and down and a bit flustered by his proximity, you weren't sure you even understood the question. "Did you?"

"Did I, what?"

"Did you try to meet people, friends--guys--at school?"

"Wh--where's that coming from?" Your eyebrows had likely fused together in confusion and your nose scrunched up. Bucky dared to do something he'd never done before, touch your face. With one finger, he drew a line down the bridge of your nose, smoothing out the wrinkles you'd created.

"You've always been a little shy. I'm not surprised that you didn’t meet anyone. But did you try?" he asked again. Getting annoyed now, your eyebrows turned downward and you tried to step out of that corner, put some space between you and him.

"Of course, I did. Why are you saying that? Why do you care?"

"I mean, I'm glad it didn't work out with any of those drunk idiots you mentioned. And there was no one else." Was that last phrase a question or a statement. Was he "glad" that there might've been "no one else"?

"What? Why?"

"Because…those boys don't know what they're missing, ya know? Anyone would be lucky to be with you." The corner of his mouth turned up in that charming smile you'd only seen directed at other girls.

"Ha." What a joke. What game was he playing? Did he really want to push away the one girl that he was actual friends with?

"I'm not joking, Y/N."

More than a few loud heartbeats passed in the silence that ensued.

Taking a few steps away, you picked up Steve's doodle of a concept, looking to move past this moment. But you could feel Bucky's eyes boring into you, scrutinizing your every move.

"I do like your new hair," you finally said, trying to back up to a previous discussion. But that failed almost immediately. "I liked the way it was before, but yeah…it's nice. It looks good. You look good." dammit. You'd crossed into dangerous territory now and you could only blame yourself, not Bucky for backing you into a corner.

You looked up and Bucky is just staring at you from that same spot near the corner, still very close to you.

"Wanna touch it?" he said, echoing yesterday's offer of his bicep.

What the hell. Why not?!

"If it'll shut you up, sure." You tossed the paper aside and came face to face with Bucky. You hesitated after raising your hands, just before touching his head. His dark hair was now short enough to card your fingers through easily. The fresh cut made it feel like silk between your fingers. He leaned his head into your touch.

It was almost too sensual.

One of Bucky's hands rested on your waist, his fingers lightly gripping the fabric. When you reached the back of his head, you yanked on it. Big mistake. Why did you think that would ease the tension…the sexual tension? Bucky's lips parted and fell open. There had been a sharp intake of breath when you'd pulled. He looked down at you and smirked, his blue eyes shining.

"You're going to make me wish I hadn't cut my hair."

"Wh-what?" you managed to whisper, your mouth gone dry.

"Do it again."

You'd just tightened your grip on Bucky's scalp when his hands were suddenly on the backs of your thighs and he was pulling you into his body, taking you off the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist. It happened so quickly, but you responded in kind--bracing yourself as he pushed you against the wall. You were ready but also completely unprepared when his lips slanted across yours. How many times had you imagined this? And it was happening now? The sheer improbability of it was frustrating enough that you were pulling on his hair again. His hands on your ass seemed to reciprocate the gesture.

"Fuck," he groaned as he allowed you to pull his mouth away. "Imagined kissing you hundreds of times but never like this," he said, shaking his head as an indication. "But don't stop." He kissed you again and you eagerly parted your lips, letting his tongue in.

"Oh but please do. Please stop."

Steve was quiet, perhaps uncomfortable, but he didn't look surprised at all. Slowly, Bucky lowered your feet to the ground but he still had you sandwiched between him and the wall. "Buck, I thought you were gonna wait until after we finished the painting. Now it's never going to get done."

You gently pushed your way out of Bucky's embrace. "Steve, I'm so sorry. Wait, what?" You turned to Bucky, who just shrugged and smiled like a cat that couldn't be more pleased with himself.

"I couldn't help myself. She loves the new hair." Hair which had been ruffled and pulled in several directions just moments ago. "We'll pick this up after we're done with Sarah's living room." Bucky pressed a quick kiss to your lips before walking away to Steve's car to retrieve the new paint.

You didn't move. Your knees were unsteady, your stomach in knots, and your hands--well you could still feel that dark hair between your fingers.

[pwarkluv]

❝ idk you yet ❞ - p.js

park jisung x reader | angsty, fluff | 1.6k words 

WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(

SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!

whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes. 

they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. 

but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went. 

jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.

the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.

they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).

see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.

but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.

people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside. 

❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞

love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least. 

jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.

and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.

he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.

if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit. 

he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life. 

now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.

and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways. 

he just wanted to be loved. 

jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood. 

jisung wanted that, craved that. 

but most importantly, the boy wanted love.

❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

everything hurt. 

his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.

jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs. 

he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.

-

wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home. 

now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in. 

the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.

your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind. 

-

jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself. 

if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option. 

grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.

“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.

“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty. 

but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.

“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard. 

“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.

the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.

“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.

“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do. 

jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him. 

“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.

-

the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.

jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.

you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there.  what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.

it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up. 

the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.

jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on. 

❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞

the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.

if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind. 

“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing. 

“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window. 

jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room. 

❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.

“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.

“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention. 

isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along. 

[denialcity]

i really like your Everyone Lives au as madara seems to be really happy in it. he has an above average number of friends, his family's alive and well, and he is the second strongest guy in the world. love that for him, so thank you for this :)

Thank youuuuuu <3 big same I just enjoy him being happy. I love madara and hashirama having their happy village slice of life best friends forever life. ❤

Everybody lives Madara is living his best life by far. This, as it turns out, consists of:

Being the most obnoxious sibling he can possibly be toward all of his brothers and, eventually, all of Hashirama's brothers too

Running the Academy and overseeing all the little shinobi kids' training in the most nosy, in-your-business way possible. He likes to pop into random classes and ask the kids what they're learning and then probably show off something tangentially related but way more advanced. The kids love this, and when school is out Madara is frequently followed by duckling swarms of tiny pre-shinobi that want to see and/or learn something cool.

Spoiling all his assorted nieces and nephews rotten (Hashirama's kids are included here)

Terrifying the entire world via his spars with Hashirama

Madara managed to get his hands on a falcon summoning contract but made the mistake of saying his experience with falconry made him a superior choice as their summoner, and they got offended at the implication that he thought he could treat them like regular, captive falcons. So he just summons them on the edges of the village every so often to have another screaming match about whether they should let him summon him for real or not.

Bothering hashirama after school lets out for the day and helping him with his work so they can go drinking/gambling. Lowkey becoming secret co-kage. Tobirama would complain except the last few hours when Madara is helping actually make Hashirama do like three to four times the work he normally would have done in that time AND do it happily, because it's engaging. Madara reads things aloud/ genjutsus concepts directly into Hashirama's brain, thereby bypassing his dyslexia and letting him be comfortable enough to be creative and clever. Madara is his emotional support uchiha okay. "For the hokage's eyes only" means for hashirama, madara, and possibly tobirama only. I have feelings about this.

Madara also eventually gets his own kids!

Madara in this AU is aro, and has a (unlabeled, but still) queerplatonic thing going on with Hashirama and possibly Mito. So he wasn't interested in marrying, and was very unhappy when Taka informed him that Taka had arranged a marriage for him. Since arguing with Taka would just get him in trouble, Madara went to find his arranged fiance and try to scare her off by telling her how much he absolutely did not want a wife and did not want to get married and would never love her, so run away while you still can.

She told him that she knew and in fact was counting on that. The marriage was her idea, because she didn't really want a husband either, but she wanted kids, and also wanted to get close to Mito and see if there was any chance of seducing her. Madara's just useful and needed a wife anyway, and she's perfectly happy for him to ignore her 99% of the time.

Madara: *incoherent sputtering while his brain reboots*

...and then Madara runs off to flail at/warn Hashirama and Mito that he has to get married and also his about-to-be wife is planning to try to seduce Mito. Mito and Hashirama both think this is very funny (although they're sympathetic about the arranged marriage part).

Mito is not available for seduction, but Madara's wife gets the kids she wanted.  (She might find other Senju women to seduce; she’s also aro and just wants sex, so she’s not picky about personality or concerned by the ‘what if we become enemies again and I have to kill you’ issue.  She would not care.)  Once Madara stops flailing he decides that marrying her is acceptable, because he also wants kids and does not want a wife in the relationship sense. So they end up as basically roommates that coparent and have separate lives otherwise, but get along well enough. Madara never stops feeling like she's just waiting for the right moment to yank the rug out from under his feet again, though.

Madara proceeds to rival post-reveal Taka for being helplessly enamored with his kids, but he's MUCH better at actually telling them no.

[gemstarstarlight]

You tagged all my people, Ink, but here is my list of WIPs!

Writing

One-offs

Heartstopper AU where canon!Nick is switched with Royalty!SecretSorcerer!Nick who is the prince of a kingdom where magic is forbidden. The switching is Sorcerer!Nick’s fault. It has repercussions. Possibly world-ending ones.

Stray Kids ZombieApocalypse!AU where halfbies exist (though I think I make them a little too OP lol) and Hyunjin is one; he discovers another one who has gone feral and he and the rest of Stray Kids attempt to rehabilitate them. (Disclaimer: yes, this is an RPF fic. No, I’m not shipping anyone; in this fic everyone is functionally aroace (sexuality is not discussed because shipping is not the point of the fic at all; it’s a lot more about recovery from trauma and accepting new people into an established group no matter how “difficult” those new people may be; also everybody is trying not to die, they don’t have time for that stuff 😂))

Klance/Voltron fic where Keith confesses and Lance, who does not feel the same and also has literally never been confessed to ever please don’t tell Pidge initially panics. They reach an understanding and things aren’t awkward anymore…just in time for Lance to start having a romantic crisis (I wrote this before my ace arc and in hindsight Lance is suuuuuuuuper demi in this 😂😂)

To The Beautiful You rewrite where Jae-hee is in a boy’s school because she’s on the run from something (hint: magical and literally wants to kill her). She still has a crush on Tae-joon but ultimately falls for Eun-gyul because I said so (basically me trying to inject some realism into this terrible show by making it a literal modern fantasy instead of letting it pretend it’s not).

iZombie AU where Liv turns Evan when he was injured in the explosion and Teresa (an extremely minor character that drilled a hole in my brain and basically inspired this whole story) is scratched by a zombie when she is first introduced. She struggles with zombieism on her own until she meets Evan and the two bond, despite their massively different backgrounds.

Brooklyn 99

DISCLAIMER: I know that this show is not as popular as it used to be for reasons (*gestures vaguely at the last three years*) but 1. I think it’s important to look at intentions of the creators as well as the literal text, and nothing about the messaging or themes of Brooklyn 99 suggest to me that this show was written by bad people. Misguided, maybe, but not evil racist people who believe all established systems are perfect. 2. It is okay, and in fact important, to watch content that is different from your own perspective, or in any way is not perfect, and then find the good and the bad in it. It improves critical thinking, grows your perspective, and introduces you to ideas you may never have heard of before. Basically this is me saying please don’t judge me for enjoying B99 or for writing fanfic about it, and I don’t think it’s a crime to like it as long as you keep your brain on while watching it, like you should with any media.

George Weasley renounces magic after the battle of Hogwarts and vanishes off the face of the earth. He settles down in the muggle world, marries, and tries to do some good in the world. But you can’t hide from grief forever. (Side note: I wrote this as a B99 crossover mostly because I thought pairing George up with Rosa, romantically or platonically, would be 1. funny and 2. interesting character studies for both).

Married!ModernDay!Mileven are detectives that spend time with the B99 precinct. The others think these mid-forties detectives are kinda weird, especially Jane, but neither Mike or El care. They’re too busy looking for what was taken from them (This was mostly an excuse for me to write what a well-adjusted adult Eleven would act like, and also to make Mileven a power couple, which is kinda what I want to do in any couple I write. Like, if they aren’t badasses chasing after a goal and being a great team than what even is the point?).

Harry Potter (In this house we love trans people. That is all. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💙)

During the First Voldemort War, the Lestranges attack the Burrow and kill several Weasleys, including the newest baby Ron Weasley; months later, the Malfoys present their son Draco Malfoy and their nephew, Polaris Lestrange. Going to Hogwarts 11 years later is…a problem. Being a Lestrange is bad enough, especially when there are whispers about Polaris being the love child of Bellatrix and Voldemort; it’s worse when Polaris knows where he really comes from…that the family he was rescued from now go to school with him…and they might not be so bad after all…

Draco is kidnapped, obliviated, and left for dead in the Muggle world. Unaware of who he is all the way down to magical properties, he is eventually taken in by a muggle family who accept him and try to take care of him. The repercussions to canon are…severe.

Ron’s twin sister (an OC) is sorted into Slytherin. Her house doesn’t accept her because she’s a Weasley; her family is confused and suspicious of her. Drama ensues.

An OC of mine, due to her criminal of a father who was always on the run and therefore never in the jurisdiction of one country, doesn’t enter Hogwarts until her third year when her father is finally captured. She has figured out her own way to do magic, wandlessly and instinctually. This does not go well at school.

Lord Of The Rings

Spider/dwarf OC, a product of hideous experimentation, who is rescued and rehabilitated but faces discrimination due to being, well, essentially half spider; struggles with finding her place in the world.

Orc OC who actually shows agency and is more than a mindless orc follower. Also, since Orcs are apparently descended from tortured elves, I gave this orc an opportunity to redeem themself and gain an elf body.

Basically two different kinds of difference being integrated—a redemption from the past and an acceptance of the present. Both are present in life and I like both.

Music

Multiple original songs, covering depression, fitting into society, falling behind others, love and other traumas, authenticity, and the depths of healthy relationships (platonic and otherwise). There are…a lot. I mostly do original work.

Some covers, including “Soap” by Melanie Martinez and “Hallelujah (Light has Come)” by BarlowGirl.

Please ask me about any of there I would love nothing more than to talk about them!

So I got tagged by @casadefreewill to do this tag game! (for those of you who don't know, they were my artist for the Miraculous Big Bang and I adore their art!!) I have a ridiculous number of WIPs so I decided to make my own post so it wouldn't end up any longer than strictly necessary. you're going to regret tagging me by the end of this

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!)  I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!

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I make up story ideas like I'm handing out fistfuls of candy on Halloween. You have been warned.

Splitting this up into categories so there's some semblance of organisation (many of these are untitled, so I name the doc after the first line so I know what it is as I'm glancing through my WIPs)

Writing

Miraculous Ladybug

“Cat Noir finds Kagami's Kotatsu, she can't get him to leave now”

“Chloe-” Adrien strangled the hem of his shirt as he staggered after his childhood friend

“Don’t you think, Alya , that it could have just been a baffling misunderstanding"

“I’ve been a very temperamental kitty…”

*Bakery Enemies fic: Adrien DID get sick from the takeout too (started this one while Buggachat was on hiatus because I was dying for content and didn't end up finishing it in time)

Adrien did not do things impulsively

Adrien Stone AU

Adrien was exhausted

Akuma High AU

Aloof Bug & Wild Noir

Alya the Eagle: Origins

aro-Felix/Chloe (might not end up writing this one because a friend of mine is tackling a similar premise already)

Blood In The Water

Bourgeois Do It Themselves

Can I Have My Chat Back Please

Can't Make Someone Love You

Catching a Stray For Christmas (was gonna write this for Christmas last year but I didn't have enough time)

Cease Fire AU

Chat Noir is His Own Secret Identity

Chat Noir never attended the heroes' day gala

Class Chat

Colours of My Heart

Come Back to Me

Dancing Adrien AU

Detective Alya is on the case!

Don't You Worry, Child

Double Ladybug AU

Emergency Date

Fake Smiles

Felix had a certain... disdain for Paris

For My Chloe

Forgive Me

Four Rules For Freedom

From Black To White and Back Again

Futuristic Dystopian Miraculous AU (based off a dream)

Gabriel & The Taco Eating Contest

Gabriel neglects his son one too many times

Gabriel scowled at his tablet

Gabriel snaps Adrien away

Hands Over My Eyes

Happiness To Protect Paris

Heroes Day Gala

Hope is a four letter word (inspired by the fic Team Is Four Letter Word and a song I was listening to recently, but I forgot which one)

How can I be proud of what a million people shout at me I'm not

How To Feed Your Kwami

I am more than my memories the sequel

I promise

It's Dangerous to Go Alone, Take this "Cat"

Jelly Ladybug

Kwami Swap Switcheroo!

Kwami Swap (Multimouse, Chat Noir, Princess Amare, Mayille Edition)

Ladybug and Chat Noir know each other's identities

Ladybug protects Marinette from being akumatized

Ladybug straightened out the blanket one last time (this one is also technically a Christmas fic I think...)

Ladynoir July Prompts 2021

Marinette & Augustus the Flaming Skull Sword

Marinette and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Marinette had three problems

Marinette steals Gabriel's wedding ring (started this one very recently, it's based off of a dream I had)

Marinette successfully passes the earrings on to Alya

Marinette the Goat

Marinette uses the Rabbit Miraculous to go back to Heroes' day (I had this idea long before Season 5 started airing)

Marriage vows because brain goes brrr

Masks

Miraculous AU Oneshots (which AU? I don't know, I didn't specify)

Nino Rouge

Nino thought he knew his best friend pretty well

Nino's Disaster

No Secret Identities, Just Sentimonsters!

Not a Pigeon and Not Quite Human

Not What I Want! (But Maybe What I need)

one does not love the sun (until the winter comes) (yes inspired off of one does not love breathing because that fic is EVERYTHING)

One Glance

Oops

Operation Adrinette

Paris At War AU

Passage of Time

Plagg & The Pockets of Cheese

Plagg, Kwami of Transmission

Poodle & the cat AU

Purrshia Agreste: Hero Work; Purrshia Agreste: Food; Purrshia Agreste: Love (listing them all together because they're oneshots for the same silly series)

Random (sad) Miraculous AU

Rabbit Adrien Adventures! (also come up with before Season 5 actually)

Ride or Die inspired by

Runaway Ladybug and Chat Noir

Saving Me From Out of the Cold

Senti the Cat

Side Effects AU

So How Are You? (oneshot based off of one of my other WIPs)

Some people had obsessions: coffee shop

some soft Ladynoir

Soulmate Shorts

Step Out of the Sun

Stop, in the name of the cheese!

Storm clouds hung over Paris

Take Some Time Away

Take Two In Ink: Black & Red (aka the AU that started my Miraculous Ladybug journey and inspired my tumblr/AO3 name)

Tear Down Heaven

That Pretty Girl

The Adrien Guardian AU!!! (very fitting that this comes in at 100 because it's one of my favourites)

(splitting up at 100 because tumblr started complaining about how too many characters in one block)

The Adventures of One Rena Furtive

The Angst Sequel to the Floor is Hawkmoth

The Anti Marikuma Squad

The Arm Wrestles

The Disembodied Hand

The Mystery of Marinette

The Tales of Scarabella and Catwalker

The Truth of It (aka, my one posted WIP on AO3 that's been sitting at one chapter forr almost a year now)

There's Nothing I'm Not Worthy Of

Untitled Document (it only has one line on it, I have no idea what my plans were, and, most impressively, it's the only untitled Document in my Miraculous Fanfiction WIP folder)

Whoopsies

With The Power of Lies (last WIP in the first folder...)

A Rejection and a Reveal

A Superhero's Best Friend

A Sentimonster Adrien fic

A Tactical Business decision

A Thousand Light Years Away

Adrien is Andre Bourgeois

Can You See Me?

Flowers on the Grave of Your Old Life

Homeless Adrien AU

Pain, torture, secrets, and love, mwahahaha!

Villains AU (including the two oneshots: Of Butterflies and Lies & Of Birds and Names)

Miraculous A La Mode fic 1 (not sharing the name so I don't spoil anything)

Miraculous A La Mode fic 2

Miraculous A La Mode fic 3

Gift Witch AU

Chlolix (Chloe&Felix) Closet Oneshot

A Game of Werewolf

The quiet evenings were Sabine's favourite

THIS NEEDS A TITLE

Veryifying Source

Oh my, you love her (and she doesn't love you back)

A random woman tries to give Ladybug her first born child

"I have an idea," Chat said, pulling out a monopoly box (I have... no idea what this is. that's the only line on the doc. when did I write that. what was I thinking??? chat what idea did you have exactly)

Another Bakery Enemies Inspired Oneshot

Adrien shifted its small blanket, trying to stay warm (oh oof, this one)

"Marinette! There's an akuma! Get Up!"

It'd been an emotional whiplash of a day for Marinette (aka: Gender? Gender? Excuse?)

Marinette knew she wasn't breathing right

Master Fu liked to drink tea while he watched the sunset

The Ladybug earrings are like a hot potato

"Are we really decorating this whole place by ourselves?"

Ladybug finds out Chat Noir's never had a birthday party

Bee A Thief

k, that's probably all of them (not counting the 10 or so that exist only in my head and in my discord rambles and are not in the WIP folders)

Original Stories

so I have a lot of random original ideas that have nothing written for them. A lot of them I don't have any interest in actually writing (unlike the fanfictions, in which I plan to visit 98% of those). In light of that, I've decided to only list the ones I can see myself working on in the near future. I've also bolded the ones that I work on/think about regularly or that I'm very invested in.

Mystify

Regifting Souls May Be A Bad Idea

Witch and Warrior (W&W for short)

Today is the Day A Nation Dies (if I can ever bring myself to work on it again)

Eloisa (going out on a limb and saying this is the oldest story I have. As in, it was one of the very first ones I ever created)

The Crimson Tree

that one steampunk elemental elves and dragons story

she's just a normal girl with hair made of light

R

Shaman from the horde

S.I.K.E.

Branded

half-orc named Morn

The Mountain Guardian

The Shape of Lies

The Tiefling Dream Story

Unrequited Love

The Raven Crew (which is in the weird state of being three different stories at once...)

Ava & Silver

The Cursed Elf Queen Story

The Masked

Villain x Hero cute edition

Villain x Hero angst edition

Dragon Lost, Dragon Stone, Dragon Breath and other assorted stories set in the same world

Dusk's Harbinger

Unwanted & Unrequited

S.T.M.

Unseelie Court and the human trapping

Marka (one of my oldest stories. has some very interesting worldbuilding if I remember right)

Songs and Metals

Steampunk Paranormal

The Market Place

Sundar

Fast Food short story

Cyanese Short story

Would You Just Marry Me Already?

the one I almost made a comic of

Weavers

Witch Hunt

Bard

Saffron

"so I suppose you want to know how I killed her"

The corridors creak with silence

Vivi & Nine the sentient computer

Villain cursed to fall in love with the hero (or was it the other way around?)

frozen world and fragments

Reincarnation

The Traveler's Guide

Undecayed (wait I'd forgotten about this one it's so cool!)

Dragonshold

the silly werewolf story

wingless

That one wyvern story

That one story with the magical wall

the floating magical wings world

spirit animals thing

Colors

When You Are Wanted

the one where you have to run to the couch so your family doesn't get eaten by monsters

End of Silence

The Zombie Apocalypse story

The Mystify AU

that desert world

I did not like the chair

The short story about the lesbian selkie

Fairy Cats

Inkblot

Other

that horror SBI fic I promised my cousins even though I'm not part of the fandom lol

"Our Book"

Forces of Nature

The Criminal book that might never be continued

AGGA AGGA WOOF WOOF

Art!

not splitting these up by fandom because there's not as many

What Comic

Wait For It Wraith Animatic

Say It Again Miraculous Animatic

Requiem Miraculous Animatic

Oh No Miraculous Animatic

Creature Animatic

Mousey Animation

Human, most of us, Miraculous comic

Felix & Chat Noir comic

Lulu Comic

Light and Fai comic

Eloisa comic

The ~80 pose sketches I've gathered references for

dog!Nino designs

Peacock!Juleka designs

ladybug!Rose designs

finalize a design for Light

Inevitably whatever I end up drawing next for another one of Generalluxun's fics (because you should know that I will)

we won't talk about any other WIPs, such as for D&D or cosplay or just general craft stuff or else we will be here all day

I don't know 235 people, not even close, but I will do my best @chilikit @jinxneedssleep @thatfaecreaturee @gemstarstarlight @elumax-truther @ringnea @quodekash @9-circles-of-l @venusqq @quinnick @chaserofstarsandtheabyss @lilywolfgray @moony4pads @eleilinnrallin @ipso-again @rockets-and-alchemy @generalluxun @breathingisfun @secretsinthevoid

feel free to make your own version of this post because mine is way too long, but please tag me so I can see your WIPs!

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Do you think you could write a piece about Harry and y/n having sex but she’s like really short and Harry is like throwing her around and just manhandling her and fucking destroying her guts but also make kinda fluffy pls😔👉👈

Welcome Home

Anonymous Said: Hi I’ve discovered this blog recently and can I please just take a moment to say Wow... you’re writing is amazing and your ideas and concepts are brilliant. I’m not sure if your taking requests or concepts but here’s an idea. SNL pilot Harry like with the grey hair and all coming home to his wife who misses him dearly after awhile followed by you know what. And if you could include size kink (I really liked that concept)

A/N: I’m so sorry it’s so late guys! Since I’ve been writing for a year now, I figured that I’d give an ‘Au’ a try. When I got this request, I was completely floored. Like holy shit, sexy ass older pilot!Harry, and small!Y/n. All of this is perfection and I love this so much! Enjoy🙃

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Harry loved his job. He considered himself to be pretty lucky to have the ability to travel the world and see places he’d only dreamt of growing up. Even though he wasn’t in those places for an extended amount of time, simply being there was more than enough for Harry and it made him want to go back and explore. If he was lucky, he’d have multiple flights to the same place or longer layover in these But what Harry loved most about his job was the fact that he got to do it all with the love of his life. 

When you two first met, Harry’d been a pilot for some years and you were just hired for your job as a flight attendant. You knew that it wasn’t the most glamorous profession int the world, but you wanted to dip your toes into the pool of world travel, and this was the route you were taking to start. Before your first flight you’d asked around about the pilots for your flight and you were met with the same response each time. Everyone said that Harry was one of the nicest people in the world and was pretty good looking too, but his copilot was the person you were advised to try your best to avoid. Luckily, you only had to interact with Harry. Both you and Harry hated to say it and be all cliché, but from the moment you two laid eyes on and interacted with each other you both were hooked. Even though the both of you could’ve really used the entirety of your breaks to get some sleep, you and Harry couldn’t stop talking to each other. From that point on, the two of you became inseparable. During layovers that were more than just a couple hours and Harry had some spare time outside of his duties as pilot, the two of you would spend time together. You two were so caught up in each other and being together that you’d swap flights and breaks with the other flight attendants so that you and Harry could be together. And Harry did the same. He’d always put in a word with the people who made the schedules to ensure that he was flying the flights you were on or he’d try to get you on his flights. 

After constantly being on flights together and even running into each other during your times off, you and Harry were pretty convinced that you two should give a relationship a try. Even though there was a significant risk involved with starting a relationship with someone who was pretty much your boss and/or employee, you and Harry were willing to take that risk. And you two never looked back. In fact, disclosing you guys’ relationship made things way easier for you and Harry; you two were almost always on the same flights together. Now, you two are happily married and traveling the world together about 99% of the time. You both absolutely hated when the 1% times came around. You two became so used to being on the same flights that when you weren’t, you and Harry were a bit sad and even a little homesick believe it or not. This time unfortunately was Harry’s turn to fly without you. There wasn’t a moment on his trip that Harry didn’t miss you. He was focused on his job but he was still thinking about you. He was constantly wondering about what you were doing at home. When he took his break he just laid there and the cuddles and kisses he’d get if you were there with him. He also missed listening to your passenger horror stories and pushing you to just keep going. And on top of all that, Harry missed all the times you two would try to quietly go at it in the bathroom or crew resting area depending on whether or not you two were the only ones on break. Even though he was able to talk to you during his layover, he was counting the days and eventually hours until he came back home to you. As soon as he landed on the tarmac at the airport, Harry was on a mission to get home. After following all the necessary after flight procedure and filling out all of the necessary paperwork, Harry threw his bag into his car and sped home to you.

Surprisingly, Harry was able to get home and not get a ticket. He quickly pulls into the driveway and carries himself and his bag into the house. When he walks through the front door, Harry could immediately feel your presence. He could feel your warmth radiating through the entire house. All he had to do now as find you. Before checking upstairs, he makes his way around the main level of the house to look for you. As he exits the kitchen and makes his way down the hall, Harry could hear your soft hums getting louder and louder. When he reaches the laundry room, he sees you standing at the folding in the corner. Simply seeing you bought a big smile to his face. He then wastes no time coming over to you and wrapping his arms around your smaller body. 

“Honey I’m home.” Harry happily coos in your ear before pressing a soft kiss below it. When he does this, you turn around in his arms to get a better look at him. 

“Welcome home.” You whisper back to him, lifting yourself up onto your tips of your toes to bring your lips to his. As soon as your lips connect, the both of you release sighs of content. You two were back together. It doesn’t take long for Harry’s arms to tighten around your body and hoist you up onto the table behind you. The kiss lasts a little longer before you pull away from his lips. 

“How was your long haul without me?” You hum, sliding your hands up the lapels of his jacket.

“It was hell.” Harry says pointedly. 

“It couldn’t have been that bad.”

“Was thinking about you the whole time.” Harry frowns a little at you to emphasize his point. 

“I missed you too baby.” You coo softly to him. You then reach up and pull the captains hat off of his head, sitting it down next to you before pushing your hands through his greying curls. When you two first met, he had some grey hairs here and there. But now they had taken over just about all of his head; and you were very into it. “Any annoying kids or weird old ladies?” You ask him. 

 “For the kids, I wouldn’t know. I like to stay in the front of the plane or the crew area.” Harry begins truthfully. “But as for the old ladies, they always want to break off a piece of this.” He continues smugly.

“Why would they want you? Do they wanna swap arthritis creams or something?” You joke with a laugh, watching his face fall in the process. 

“I will have you know that I’m considered a silver fox. And you know it.” Harry defends, slightly tilting his head up away from you. When he says this all you could do was pucker your lips and bite the inside of them because what he said was in fact true. You just couldn’t let him know that. “Now what’d you get into while I was gone?” Harry asks curiously with a smirk from his previous victory. 

“Did some stuff around the house and I did a little missing you retail therapy.” You reply happily. 

“So I take it that the credit card bill this month is gonna be a little higher than normal?” Harry asks suspiciously. 

“Just a little.” You whisper trying to undermine your shopping spree. 

“A little?” Harry asks you again, already knowing that you’re undermining how much you actually spent. 

“Mhm.” You mumble, nodding your head sweetly in the process. 

“You’re too cute and pretty for your own good.” Harry chuckles and shakes his head down at you. 

“You love it though.” You hum happily up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I do.” Harry sighs contently. This is what he missed. He missed being in your arms and just loving on you. He loved seeing your smile and feeing your small arms wrap around him. “I actually bought you a couple things.” Harry whispers, tightening his grip around your back. 

“Is it more skimpy lingerie?” You question him, making sure to spread a wide smirk across your face. Instead of readily replying to you, Harry simply unwraps one of his arms from around your back and he brings it up to the front of your dress. Since the front of your dress was loosely wrapped around your body to keep it closed, Harry as able to simply pluck back the top a little to get a good look at your body beneath the fabric. 

“Well I guess this is my cue to stop buying the lingerie, since you’re not even wearing it.” Harry points out, looking down into your dress to find your bare, supple breasts resting on your chest. It took a lot of self control for Harry in that moment to not stick his hand down your dress to take your plushy flesh into his hand.

“Well I thought it was for our sexy times or when I send you pictures while you’re on a trip and on your break or stuck in a hotel room without me.” You explain to him. You even throw in a little pout; you wanted to keep your fancy and very pretty lingerie flow going. “But I am wearing one of the pairs of  panties you picked up in Italy if you wanna see how some of your purchases look on me.” You whisper lowly to him. You then use your arms that are hooked around his neck to pull his head down closer to yours. Harry was already a bit hard from finally being home with you. Now he was getting even harder from your words. 

“Is it bad that I’ve only been home for 20 minuets and I’m already thinking about completely ravishing you?” Harry mumbles against your pillow soft lips. “Just so pretty baby.” Harry grumbles frustratedly before bringing his mouth the rest of the way to yours while pulling you closer to the edge of the table. He couldn’t believe that he, a man who turned 40 a couple months prior, was getting all riled up and turned on the same way he did 20 plus years ago. That was just the age defying effect you had on him. 

“No, not at all.” You begin as you pull away from the short lived yet beyond passionate kiss, slowly bringing your left hand up the back of his neck to his hair. “In fact, every time I see you in your head to toe pilots get up, I’m always fighting the strong urge to fall to my knees and take your cock down my throat.” You bluntly continue, your voice filled with a very nonchalant and teasing tone. 

When this statement left your mouth, Harry was a little bit taken aback. But at the same time he wasn’t. After slowly building up your friendship that in no time blossomed into a more romantic relationship together, Harry was able to slowly show you the ropes so to speak and teach you just about everything you knew when it came to the bedroom and a happy and healthy relationship. When you two progressed to the more intimate stage of your budding relationship, you were pretty inexperienced. You didn’t know your way around the bedroom at all. You we’re still a virgin and you didn’t even know the ins and outs of making out with someone. All you knew was that this smart, extremely kind, absolutely gorgeous, and just overall stunning human being, older man who just so happened to be the pilot on your flight had taken a strong interest in you. And luckily for you, your lack of experience was the least of his concerns. It was like you hit the jackpot with him. Fast forward to now when you two are a married couple, you’ve taken all of the tips and tricks he’s taught over time and you’re running with it. Harry wasn’t the only who had the ability to do things to your body that would make your toes to curl, your entire body to go numb, and cause your mind to deem it all indescribable. You also had the ability to turn Harry into a pleasured, borderline incoherent, and moaning mess; something that most women in his past who were his age or slightly older weren’t even able to do. So it wasn’t a complete surprise that those words came from your mouth.

“Who knew that my pretty little wife had such a filthy mouth.” Harry gasps with a condescending tone.

“Well I’m not a prudish old man like you.” You simply reply. This was the button in Harry that you loved to push. 

“I don’t know where you’re getting that from but I’m far from prudish and I’m definitely not an old man.” Harry says matter of factly. “If I remember it correctly, I made you wear vibrating panties for the entirety of an 18 hour flight.” Harry recalls, making his point against being called prudish. 

“Everyone uses those. Especially older men.” You smugly whisper back, pushing even harder on this button of his. 

Harry knew exactly what you were doing. He knew that you were pushing his button so that he’d unleash everything he had built up over the course of his trip into you. It didn’t take much for him to realize that you wanted him to really make up for not being with you for almost a week. The both of you were itching to feel and be around each other again. After you and Harry made it past the learning and teaching phase of you guys’ sex life, the two of you acquired a constant hunger for one another. When you and Harry had some time off, the sex would be nonstop. Whether it was cockwarming or full on sex where you’re riding his cock or he was slamming himself deep into your pussy, you and Harry were always looking for ways to be around each other like this. And it was exactly the same when you two were on the job. Even though you two didn’t have the freedom to go at it whenever you wanted, you and Harry still found ways to be with each other. For some reason, seeing each other dressed in your uniforms was a bit of a turn on. It didn’t help that the both of you were borderline thrill seekers and loved the rush that came along with trying to be quiet as you both were experiencing some of the best pleasure you’d ever felt.

“Well do all older men pound and shove their cocks into their girlfriends, and now wives tight little cunts over and over again until she’s begging and crying for him to slow down and let them cum? Because if not, I’ve got countless stories about me doing that to you in the cramped bathroom on a flight, in restaurant bathrooms, dressing rooms, upstairs, on the couch, the kitchen counter, right here on this table, and many other places.” Even though you acted confident and enjoyed battling Harry for dominance, you were able to easily fall into a more submissive role. The way he’s calmly able to say the filthiest things made your body quake and your panties become even more soaked than they already were. You were never going to be able to forget about all of those times. How and why would you ever forget the times where he’s hoisted you up against a door or a wall, or pushed you down against the counter, tightly wrapped a hand around your mouth to keep you quiet, and deliciously slammed his cock up into you? If you focused in on those memories, you could remember and almost feel him inside you.

That’s what you wanted right now. You wanted him to pound into you so hard that you’d a sore, moaning mess and you wanted to make up for the time you two weren’t together. This was the first time in a good while that you weren’t scheduled for a flight with Harry and you really missed him. And his cock. So if you had to push one of his buttons to really get what you both wanted, you were going to do it. 

“Well I think you guys can do that,” You begin, pausing to run your hands down from his neck and across the expanse of his broad shoulders. “I just think that you may need a little help if you know what I mean.” You finish. When you say this, Harry knows exactly what you were implying and he wasn’t having any of it. 

“You and this pretty little body of yours is gonna get it.” Harry growls before yanking you up from the table and pulling you into his body. He quietly marches you both up the stairs and to your shared bedroom. When he reaches the foot of the bed, he releases his once tight grip on your body and drops you down onto the bed. He continues to go about everything silently, shoving his jacket off of his shoulders and working on his tie and shirt.

“You look really hot in that uniform just so you know.” You admire from the bed below him. You watch him chuckle at your statement as he shrugs his shirt and undone tie off his body. You were really turned on right now. Like the sight of his bare, toned and tattooed chest and arms was a sight you could stare at forever. Add onto that the fact that he was mad and taking control over you and you were setup to be a complete mess. And your panties could definitely attest to that. You were completely drenched and dying to feel him against and inside you. 

“You don’t have to butter me up baby.” Harry begins as he undoes his shoes. “M’still gonna take care of you and that smart mouth of yours.” Harry guarantees, shoving his shoes and socks off his feet and standing back up to work on his pants. “Gonna make sure you know what I can do to you.” Harry finishes, finally undoing his belt and shoving his pants along with his boxers down his legs. When you see his thick and very hard cock, you couldn’t stop a moan or two from escaping your mouth. “I take it someone needs my cock.” Harry chuckles at your desperation for his cock. He planned on showing you just how much you needed him. He then comes closer to the edge of the bed and in one swift motion, Harry pulls you up from your lying position and flips you onto your front. He masterfully undoes the tie on the back of your dress and he flips you back onto your back. He tugs at the fabric, opening your dress and exposing your partially naked body to him. He takes a moment to admire your body and all he could do is bite his lip. He couldn’t believe that he managed to be away from this for nearly an entire week. 

Harry quickly snaps out of his trance when he feels his cock twitch slightly and he leans down to scoop you up into his arms. When he does this, Harry keeps you low in his grip so that you’d be right against his cock. He keeps one arm securely around your body and pulls your arms from the dress. Once it’s completely off of you, he drops it into the pile of his clothes and drops you back onto the bed. Before crawling up and on top of you, Harry uses your claves to push you a little higher up onto the bed and to flip you back onto your stomach. When he does this, you really know you’re in for it. Whenever you were in this position Harry really made sure to slam into you and make you scream. When he crawls up and is on top of you from behind, he wastes no time in ripping the barely there panties off your body. For the first time in what felt like forever, Harry didn’t snap the delicate undergarment in half. Once they’re out of the way, Harry has complete access to your body.

“Gonna be a good girl and take daddy’s cock?” Harry asks, squeezing the flesh of your ass before raising it up just to crash it back down.

“Mhm.” You whimper, really feeling the sting from the sudden slap.

“Use your words.” Harry demands, raising his hand back up to deliver another slap to your backside. 

“Yes daddy.” You cry out to him, this time feeling not only the sting of his slaps but also feeling of your juices dripping onto the sheets.

“Good girl.” Harry hums at your response. He then straddles your thighs, wanting to keep you in place when he pushes into you. He lifts himself up so that he’s hovering over you, and he grips onto his cock to give himself a good squeeze, resulting in him letting out a loud grumble behind you (that went straight to your clit). He tightly grips onto the flesh of one of your cheeks and he pulls your ass apart to get a better view of you. When he sees your puckered hole, Harry gets a little idea. In the process of lining himself up with your entrance, Harry uses his cock to put a little pressure on your tighter hole. When he does this, words begin to pour out of your mouth. 

“M’too tight daddy.” You rush out to him, trying to stop his actions. Harry knew that you were too tight for him at the moment, but he just liked to work you up a little and hear you beg.

“Don’t worry baby. When were done, daddy’s gonna get you nice and ready for his cock.” He promises, lowering his cock from your second hole down to the first. When you feel his thick head nudging at your entrance, your moans got louder. You needed him to be inside you already. 

“Want your big cock daddy.” You beg. You try to move back against him but he’s practically sitting on your thighs, which is pinning you to the bed. 

“Whats the magic word?” Harry teases.

“Please daddy?” And with that, Harry is finally sinking his cock into you. When you feel his cock stretching you to fit all of him, your mind goes blank. All you could come up with was strings of loud moans and feeling good. You felt full agains which was all you really wanted. As he continues to sheath his cock with your walls, Harry’s hand leaves his shaft and goes right to your other cheek. He pulls your ass completely apart and watches as his cock disappears into you.

“That’s it, take this cock sweetheart.” Harry pants in amazement. He was still in awe at how a small woman like you was able to take every last inch of his manhood. Once he’s fully inside, Harry’s eyes trail up your body to find you resting your cheek against the sheets with your mouth wide open. Thats what he wanted to see. Keeping his hands on your ass, Harry lifts himself up so that he’s hovering over you and goes straight into slamming in and out of your tight and very wet pussy. As he does this, your entire body quakes at the amazing sensation of him fucking you. Feeling him pound into your stomach as he called you his sweet girl and his pretty little wife was beyond extraordinary. You could feel the familiar tight and warm knot beginning to form in the pit of your stomach already.

As Harry fucks into you, he’s beyond turned on. The way you’re pinned below him as he shoves his cock deep into you along with you pitifully whimpering, moaning, and crying at how good he felt was really doing things to Harry. He never wanted to be away from you ever again. He wanted to feel you every single day.

After fucking into you from behind for a good while and feeling the tight burning sensation forming in the pit of his stomach as well, Harry figures that he’s going to cum soon and he wants to watch your face twist as he does. He then proceeds to stop thrusting all together and pull out of you, which causes you to grumble, resulting in you receiving a hard “shut up” slap to your ass. He then gets lifts himself off of you and flips tugs you onto your back. He knocks your legs apart and gets in between them before slamming his cock back into you.

“Like this baby. Like it when daddy takes control of this tight little cunt of yours?” He pants, continuing to slam his his cock into you. You were too caught up in how good he was making you feel that you couldn’t even form a worded response. All you could do was thrash your head against the bed in agreement. When he sees this, a very wide smirk rises to his face. This is exactly what he missed and wanted to see. You taking all of his cock while you’re quivering and barely holding on. As he continues, Harry can feel the warmth from the pit of his stomach spreading to his entire body, signifying to him that his release was getting extremely close. Judging by the way your once tight grip on the sheets has gone loose, your pitiful whimpers, and the way you’re tightening up around him you’re feeling the exact same way. To make you cum around his cock, with him following right behind you Harry only has to do two things. First, he brings his palm to your lower stomach and presses it into you; putting pressure on the warm knot that was about to explode and allowing him to feel his cock moving inside you. He then comes down, bringing his mouth to your ear to whisper one thing into your ear. “Not too bad for an old man right?” Harry hums patronizingly into your ear. He wanted you to eat your words. And you were. His words, the pressure from his hand, and his cock causes you to burst at the seams around him. You let out a mixture of gasps and whimpers as you completely let go around Harry’s cock. When he feels your walls contracting around him, Harry lets go as well. He releases every last drop of the sexual frustration he’d been carrying around all week; and it felt so good. He loved painting your walls with his cum.

Once the both of you are done and it’s safe to pull out, Harry’s slowly pulls his sopping wet cock from your cunt and collapses onto the bed next to you. 

“Harry, I can’t feel my legs.” You whimper after a couple minuets of silence. 

“M’surprised you’re not used to it by now.” Harry hums smugly. Once he says this, a temporary lull fell over you two. You and Harry were very anxious to go at it again, but you two were holding off to see who would initiate round two. 

“Did you take something before you came in the house?” You whisper over to him, deciding that you needed to be the one to initiate round two.

“Do I need to come over there and shove my cock down that pretty throat of yours for you to get the point?” Harry chuckles at your persistence. 

“Only if you want to.” You whisper sweetly. 

“Oh I want to, and don’t you doubt that.” Harry says matter of factly. 

“Well can we cuddle first? Haven’t cuddled since the night before you left.”

“Anything you want.” Harry coos before moving closer to your limp body. 

Masterlist

[boymeetsweevil]

Call me maybe

Grouping: Reader x Namjoon

Word Count: ~6.59k

Warnings/Themes: Club meet-cute AU, 1% angst +99% suggestive fluff, (legal!) alcohol consumption, language, flirting anxiety(?)

Summary: It all started with a stupid drinking game...

A/N: this is the One Direction wattpad-style fanfic that's been haunting me for so long. beware of that and the fact that this is unedited hahaha...

“You know the rules, girls. Whoever wins this round of rock-paper-scissors is It.”

You and your three friends, warm and bubbly from 2 rounds of shots at this point in the evening, assume your battle stances and stick your hands into the center of your table. Four hands make a square over the scattered layer of empty decorative shot glasses from the bar in the club.

There’s an air of electric excitement that comes with this game, lovingly nicknamed Hunter-Gathering. Whoever is It gets a target and has to pursue that target in hopes of bringing ‘home’ free drinks for everyone the rest of the night. But no matter how attractive the target is, you can't ever bring them home.

“Wait, wait!” Lia chimes in. “I can’t be It this time. I did it twice already and my ass still hurts from the last time.”

Dani nods seriously. “Fair enough. That means the odds are upped for the rest of you.”

“So, we’re just gonna ignore that ass thing,” another friend, Alexa, looks around the table with confused eyes.

“Do you actually want me to give you the details?” Lia smiles slowly at her from across the table.

Alexa’s face brightens with her own smile, worry evaporated. “You know what? I don’t! Never mind.”

The game begins and somehow you find yourself the lone rock amongst two pairs of scissors. Alexa and Dani laugh with relief because they don’t have to put in any work tonight. You roll your eyes to the heavens and silently question your karma.

“Are you ready to pick your target?”

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“Nope!” Dani grins.

She steps forward and grabs a clean face mask out of her clutch bag and wraps it around your eyes, careful not to muss your makeup or hair. Three pairs of hands rest on your shoulders and you let them spin you lightly around a few times. Not enough to get you dizzy but just enough to make sure you don’t know what direction you’re facing anymore.

“Alright,” Dani’s voice sounds out over the music of the club. “Take your pick!”

You stick your hand out blindly and someone unties the makeshift blindfold. Everyone follows the line your hand makes all the way to a tall figure standing by the side of the bar.

He’s probably the most handsome man any of you have seen in a while. There's an intimidating aura emanating from him. You figure it's the understated all-black outfit complete with the heinously expensive watch he's wearing and the sheer height of him as he towers over people near him at the bar.

“Oh my god,” Dani whispers as you all take in the stranger’s face.

“We can finally get top shelf vodka,” Alexa pretends to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye.

“Not bad,” Lia hums in appreciation.

“Okay, why is everyone acting like I bagged him already?” Your voice grows high with nerves. “I'm pretty sure I have, like, a 2% chance of interesting him."

“What are you so worried about?” Dani crosses her arms at you. “Just do whatever you did to get those history nerds to help you out that one time."

"This is not the same thing. Those guys parted their hair 90/10 unironically and thought Diva Cups are for when you don't want to hold your pee when you stand in line for roller coasters."

"You're kidding," Lia gasps. You wish you were.

"Well, just pretend he's one of them anyway." Dani suggests, "Every guy is the same."

You can't argue with that logic.

“I mean, I can try flirting with him, but he’s probably so used to people throwing themselves at him. I don’t think anything I do would, like, make a dent, you know?”

“Babe, no. No—listen to me, okay?” Alexa takes you by the shoulders and forces you around so you can see how serious she is.

“Tonight is the last free night of vacation. After tonight, we have less than a day to get over our hangovers, pack up the Airbnb, and then catch our 6am flight back home to start the spring term. Our last night of freedom lies in your hands.”

“But, what if—”

“No ‘but’s. Do you see yourself? Do you see your skin in this fresh white two piece? Have you seen how your tits look in this off the shoulder top? That poor man doesn’t stand a chance!”

Lia murmurs her agreement in the background and Dani mentions something about fearing for the guy's soul. You think about the freakishly good pictures you all took in the stylish club bathroom when you first arrived.

“I see your point.”

You turn back toward the bar to review your target. He sips from a dark green bottle as he looks around at the people on the dance floor between your table and the bar. As he continues to scan the room, he locks eyes with you. You hold his gaze even though your instincts are screaming at you to duck for cover. Surprisingly, he gives a small smile and raises his bottle in salute.

"See, you got the hardest part down already. Just fake the rest until you make it."

You chance a look back in his direction only to catch him staring in the direction of the table. When he catches your gaze again, he whips his head away, cheeks tinging pink under the soft yellow lighting at the bar.

Alexa cackles and starts detailing all the drinks she wants made with the top shelf vodka. Lia and Dani discuss leaving early to go back and clean up the apartment so it’s clean in case you break the rules and bring this guy back for the night.

“Uh, aren’t you guys moving a little fast?”

“Aren’t you moving a little slow,” Alexa counters.

“Hold on, Lex.” Dani turns to you. “You know you don’t actually have to do this if you don’t want to, right? Hunter-Gathering is just a game, there's no pressure.”

For all their poking and teasing, you're reminded right then and there that your friends would never put you in a situation where they thought you were actually at any risk. The weight you felt on your shoulders lightens somewhat.

“No, no, I definitely still want to play, I just don’t want you guys to get your hopes up.”

“I believe in you.”

Lia bumps shoulders with you quietly. She’s not the most affectionate, so you know she really means it.

“I’ll do my best.”

You let them tweak you a little bit, fixing stray hairs and wiping away smeared lip gloss and hiking up your skirt, giving you their drink orders, before you grab your purse and phone and push in your stool.

When you finally make it to the bar, he’s in the same spot as you first found him in. He spots you once you get close enough and naturally makes room for you. You set your bag on the bar countertop before hopping up on the empty stool immediately in front of him. The movement causes your skirt to ride up even more and you’re glad you only let Lia hike it up one inch instead of three.

Dani's advice about treating this guy like any other scrub from school reverbs in the back of your head right as the nerves start to set in. With the guys in your art history class, your grade was on the line. There was no room for hesitation when you could barely draw a stick figure, much less write an essay analyzing what an old painting style could tell you about the dairy economy in a certain town like some of your classmates were doing. It was because you were desperate that you were suddenly able to transform into a femme fatale. It also helped that these guys quivered at any interaction with an adult woman.

Tonight's drinks are on the line, you tell yourself. As best you can, you try to trick yourself into entering the same mindset you were in when you would lay on the charm extra thick for the art history guys.

You let the corner of your mouth lift up in a coy smile while you survey the bar. The bartender is moving back and forth quickly to handle the high demand. A second later the girl next to you leaves her spot with a tray of 8 bright pink drinks, practically glowing in the dark. You wonder briefly if you should try to get a round of those for the table.

“—one of those before?”

His voice is deep and pleasant. When you give him a look over your shoulder, you have to suppress a gasp. Up close he's even more handsome. You really have your work cut out for you.

“What?"

"That neon pink drink," he nods back in the direction of the girl who'd taken the cotton candy pink drinks with her. "I was wondering if you'd tried them before."

“No, I haven’t,” you smile, letting your lips part slowly. His eyes dart from your painted eyes to the colored stretch of your mouth and then quickly back up. “Have you?”

“No. But I like to try new things.”

You purse your lips as if in thought, something you've seen other girls do while flirting with guys at school. “You must be pretty unpredictable, then.”

“Huh? Well, I wouldn’t say that.” He stammers a bit and nearly drops his beer bottle trying and failing to put it down. All the intimidation you felt coming from him earlier seems to have disappeared.

“I was just kidding.”

Like it has a mind of its own, your hand reaches out to rest on his arm reassuringly while you continue to laugh at him. His features clear up then and a relieved smile blooms on his face, bringing out an adorable dimple with it.

“You’re teasing me,” he realizes with a good natured huff and steps into your touch.

“You seem kinda fun to tease.” You let your hand linger a little longer before finally pulling it back.

“It’s kinda fun. You're pretty good at it.”

Oddly enough, this isn't as difficult for you as you thought it was going to be. In fact, you find yourself naturally tilting your head and fixing him with an intrigued look from under your lashes. He takes the opportunity to look you over as well, a small smile on his lips.

The personal attention does make you a little nervous despite the fact that it’s positive. So you dig in your purse to avoid looking directly at him for too long and to give your hands something to do. You brush up against a tube of lip gloss, pull it out, and reapply some to your lips.

You look back at him when you realize he’s grown quiet, only to find him following the movements of the gloss brush tracing the curve of your lips, cheeks dusted pink and eyes half-closed like he's in some sort of trance.

Experimentally you press your lips together and then purse them to make sure the gloss is distributed evenly. The man doesn't blink once. Suddenly, all his expensive apparel and large stature aren’t so intimidating.

"Is there something on my face," you smirk.

He slow blinks down at your mouth twice before realizing you're speaking again. His eyes grow wide and he raises a ringed hand to rub at the back of his neck. The movement rustles the hair covering his ears, revealing their pink tips. Cute.

"Just looking."

You laugh a little at him again. He marvels at the way the club lighting dances around in your glossy smile.

"So, how come I've never seen you here before?"

"Well...it's the first time me and my friends have come here."

"I see." He pivots to face you and leans his closest elbow on the counter of the bar. "Are you guys new to the area?"

"You could say that, yeah."

He raises an eyebrow when you don’t elaborate. Without looking away, he raises his hand to signal to the bartender that he wants another drink. When the bartender runs right over, you realize this guy actually might be a big deal. Silently you pull your card out of your wallet as the bartender makes their way over. You figure you’ll have to spend some money before you can really ask someone like him to buy drinks for your table.

"What'll it be,” the bartender asks.

"Two of those pink drinks please," he says and before you can place any order the bartender zooms away.

While the bartender starts preparing the drinks, you turn toward him.

"Who said I wanted the pink drink?"

He grins down at you, a dimple now popping up in each cheek. "Who said it's for you?"

"I'm pretty sure it's for me."

"And what makes you so sure?" He takes a step closer to you.

"Just a hunch," you hum before crossing your legs.

The white fabric of your skirt hikes up your thighs again with the movement. You smooth your palms over the soft material.

"Nice skirt."

"Yeah? You like it?"

"I like it," he admits quietly.

"And the top?" You gesture toward the pair of straps on the matching tube top, manicured nails gliding over your décolletage. He wets his lips.

"The top too."

He reaches out one large hand to one of the straps that have fallen over your shoulder. The drag of his fingers against your bare arm as he fixes it makes you shiver. You lament the loss of contact when pulls his hand back.

The bartender arrives with your drinks then, startling the both of you out of the little staring competition that had spontaneously started. The pink drink seems to glow from within, topped with whipped cream and full of little round ice cubes made from some sort of darker rose syrup floating in the liquid like lava in a lava lamp. The color barely prepares you for the thick sweetness that floods your mouth on the first sip.

"Oh, that's kinda..."

He huffs a laugh around his own first swallow and nods in agreement.

"Not what you wanted?"

"It's just really sweet. You like it?”

He shrugs. “It’s alright. But—"

The way he cuts himself off has you confused for a moment before he's reaching towards you cautiously. You're not too sure what's going on until you feel the pad of his thumb swipe over the corner of your lips carrying away some of the whipped topping from the drink. Your eyes widen when instead of wiping the cream on one of the cocktail napkins available on the counter he brings his thumb to his own lips. In a fraction of a second the cream is gone, but you're left feeling a rush of fluttering warmth on the side of your mouth and in the center of your chest.

"You think your friends would like these?” He slides his drink to the side so he can lean on his elbow and turn to you again. Now's your chance.

“Um, I don’t think this is really their style.”

“What is their style?”

You rattle off their drinks of choice, making sure to mention their favorite brands with a sigh. Of course, whenever you play this game, the brands can change depending on the budget of whoever’s buying. This time, you make sure to name drop as much as possible, per Alexa's request.

“Sounds like your friends really know what they like.”

“Yeah, they have really…unique tastes.” You falter a little under his amused stare. “But we don’t always drink that way. I mean, not every bar even carries all those to begin with.”

“That’s true.” He nods. “This bar has every single of them, though. Pretty lucky, huh?”

“Yep,” you chirp. You’re not sure if you’re in trouble or not because he’s still smiling. He seems to be onto the game, but doesn’t seem bothered by it.

“Well, it would be a shame not to welcome you all to the city. Get whatever you want. My treat.”

“Are you sure?”

You place your hand on his arm again and squeeze for good measure. You don’t miss the way his large bicep flexes under your touch. After a beat, he brings his hand up to grasp yours and holds it while signaling to the bartender again. You give him a blindingly bright smile and he strokes his thumb over your knuckles.

He asks the bartender to ‘take care’ of your table tonight on him, and you realize then that you’ve won the game. The victory isn't nearly as sweet as the pink drinks from earlier. The rules prohibit you from bringing him home or going over to his place. And even if it wasn't prohibited, your vacation is basically over.

“Where are you and your friends from?

You take his hand between yours and play with some of the rings on his fingers. They’re beautiful together in an eclectic way and you wonder if someone chose them for him.

“It’s a kind of small city, not like this one. It’s really just our university and then a few surrounding towns.”

“What made you guys move here then?"

"Oh, Right." You feel guilty. "Me and my friends are just here for vacation."

He blinks at you but takes the news in stride. "Well, if you want—I know the city pretty well since I have a place here—maybe I can give you a tour of the town later this week."

"I'd love that, I really would. But we're actually leaving tomorrow."

"For real?” His eyes grow wide and he looks down at your linked hands before looking over your face. You're shocked to see his features fall.

"Yeah, it sucks."

“Damn,” he smiles bittersweet at the floor. “I wish we’d bumped into each other sooner.”

“I absolutely agree," the sound of Alexa's voice rings loud in your ear.

“Uh, hello. Did you need me for something?" Your voice is high and tight as you fix her with an accusatory stare. You're not 100% positive, but it seemed like you and he were having a moment.

"No, babe, I just wanted to come over and show you my beautiful drink. I wanted to come show my gratitude to you both for making sure we have a good last night. The girls will appreciate that. Thank you, kind sir."

“Name’s Namjoon. And no need to thank me,” he smiles at the exchange between you two and sticks out his hand. Alexa daintily lays her hand in his and he lets out an incredulous laugh before playing along and raising it to his lips.

"What a gentleman," she coos before pinching lightly at the skin of your exposed back. It's a clear message just for you, telling you that there's about to be a change in plans. "What were you guys discussing?"

"I was actually about to offer up our booth. There's more than enough room for your table if you wanted to move. Me and my team—friends definitely wouldn't mind the company."

“You don’t have to do that!” You pipe up, suddenly shy. But it's quickly dashed away as Alexa pulls out her phone and opens up the groupchat.

"Let me just ask our friends if they’d like that."

You already know the answer, so you sigh quietly and gather up your card, phone, and purse. You can’t say you won’t miss the privacy from when it was just you and Namjoon, but you’re glad to be with your friends again as well.

The move from your little table to the VIP booth is lightning fast. By the time you get your own drink, Lia and Dani are already clutching their things and vibrating with excitement near the ropes leading to the VIP booth. A few of Namjoon’s friends are chatting with them from the other side of the ropes.

Once your group trickles in, you don't miss how they all arrange themselves in the booth so you're forced to sit on the end next to Namjoon with barely any space. The only options are to let one of your legs hang off the edge of the booth the whole time or sit practically half in his lap. Alexa winks at you over the first sip of her next very expensive drink.

Namjoon's friends are occupied by your friends re-telling some of the more exciting parts of the beginning of your vacation. Some story about how 'someone' lost their top while trying to jet ski. You send a weak glare to Lia as she tries to get them to guess just whose top it was. That's what you get for experimenting with spaghetti strings, you suppose.

"Do you guys like to dance," one of his friends says after a while of vibing to the music once the chatter cools down. Hoseok, you think his name was.

"Yes, definitely." Dani remarks while re-applying lip gloss. "You know who's a great dancer?"

"Who?" Hoseok looks around excitedly.

"She's gonna say me," you groan. "Which is not even true but let’s just all move down there already, no more 20 questions."

"Just one more," she pouts. "Namjoon, do you like to dance?"

He looks down at you once he's also out the booth, that little amused smile back on his lips.

"Well, it's not really part of my day job, but I don't mind it too much."

"What's your day job," you blurt out.

"I'm a...musician."

"A musician!" Alexa rushes over to you to link arms. "Did you hear that? Namjoon’s a musician."

"I don't recognize you," Lia says and Hoseok and another one of his friends burst into quiet laughter behind her.

"You definitely won't find Joon’s pics anywhere, that's for sure," one of his friends says. The rest of them dissolve into another fit of giggles.

The club lights hide the muted pink tinge his cheeks take on, and Namjoon leads the way to the dance-floor with a chagrined roll of his eyes.

"You think he's really a musician?” You whisper to Alexa and Lia. Dani is somewhere up ahead, already dancing.

"Maybe technically. Going off the way his friends keep laughing, he's probably, like, a failed SoundCloud rapper or something."

"No failed SoundCloud rapper wears Gucci like that," Lia motions with her chin to some piece of Namjoon’s outfit.

"That's true," you hum.

"Rich parents," Alexa says simply.

You and Lia consider it and then nod.

As you settle on the dance floor, you feel the rest of your nerves drift away. Lia comes over to take a selfie with you, and the two of you flirt with the camera until she's satisfied with the photos you've taken. She grabs your hand and makes a show of spinning you around and you figure that this is how the night will go before you stumble out around 2 or 3am and drunk pack for the flight home the next morning. You let her lead you back, further into the crowd before you bump into someone.

Namjoon's large hand comes to stabilize you at your waist and Lia acts like nothing happened before dancing away, phone light illuminating her sneaky smile.

"You good?" Namjoon's voice is soft in your ear.

"Y-yeah."

"You wanna dance, or should I let you go?"

Your friends shamelessly all look at the way he curves himself around you, all with their thumbs up in encouragement. You're reminded of the way you did the same a few nights prior when Dani was getting hit on by some cute guy at a different club.

At that time it felt fun hyping her up and watching her make a move, seeing how enamored this random guy was with your friend. Of course he is, you thought at the time, she's amazing. And you remember that this is probably what's driving them tonight as well with you and Namjoon.

You chance a look at him and realize that he's come to rest his cheek lightly near your temple, a soft look in his gaze as he awaits your answer.

"Sure, let's dance."

Namjoon was telling the truth when he said he wasn't all that into dancing. But he put in enough work to be able to follow you and meet you halfway while you were grinding on him to the music.

Even when you shyly stepped away after the first few dances to return to your squealing friends, you loosened up over time with more music and drinks and found yourself naturally ending up on him again. The first few songs turned into more and more and soon you were face-to-face, with his thigh wedged between yours and a heavy palm on your lower back guiding you to the beat.

You're not sure when you decided to abandon your friends and his, but at some point you did return to the booth under the guise of checking your phones. And you did check your phone first. But soon he was crowding you toward the wall by the booth and leaving you with no air of your own.

"You're really leaving tomorrow," he sighed into a bruise he was trying to leave near the hollow of your throat. "Or did you just say that because I was some creep at a bar."

"I never thought you were a creep."

He looks down at you with disbelief before getting distracted by your kiss-swollen lips.

"I mean it. I'm just a little shy sometimes."

"What do you have to be shy about when you look like this, huh?"

"Stop," you laugh lightly and look away from him.

He'd made a comment earlier about how much he liked the pristine white two piece you wore, but you'd been inching his hand up your skirt then. Now, one of his thumbs rubs an idle pattern just below the curve of your breast.

"No, but seriously. Are you actually leaving tomorrow?"

"Yeah. The new term starts for us all in a few days."

"So, leave in a few days," Namjoon whines.

"That's not enough time to get ready for the term."

"But I'll be so alone without you."

He gives you an exaggerated pout that splits into a real smile when you snort at his stupid expression. He pulls you to him just a smidgen tighter then.

"Does this usually work with other girls?"

"I don't know. Never tried it with other girls," he frowns a little at you.

"Sure."

"You know me and the team almost went to Club BigHit last Saturday?"

"Oh, really? That's kinda funny." You try to imagine what might have happened if he'd come to the same club you went to earlier.

"Yeah," Namjoon's voice grows quiet. "If I hadn't gotten sick then we would have met last week."

"Yeah, maybe."

"You sure you can't miss a few days of the term?"

"Yes, I'm sure." You let out an exasperated laugh. "You can't really be this upset that an actual stranger is just passing through your life."

"No, I know. I just—," he lets his head fall forward until he's touching his forehead to yours. "It was like something clicked when I saw you. I feel like I need more time with you."

"Oh," your voice comes out a little breathier than you expected.

The same look that had flashed across his face when you first came up to him finally gets to rest on his features. You want to let him down gently because you really can't play catch up during the first week of school.

"Tell you what. I can't miss the beginning of the term but if you make a song with my name in it and it gets...say, 50,000 listens, I'll buy a ticket that same day and come meet you. Wherever you are."

He pins you with a look then, inquisitive and dark. His eyes scan your open expression for something, before whatever he finds passes the test. He stands up tall.

"And it just needs to have 50,000 listens?"

In your mind you were thinking it would be too lofty for a failed SoundCloud rapper, but something in his tone sounds like he's rising to the challenge and it makes you nervous. You spent a lot on this vacation, you can't afford to actually fly out so soon if he somehow managed to get the listens and call your bluff. Besides, targets are off limits.

"Um, actually make that 150,000. And it has to have my area code in it too." You rattle off the three digits to him and he quickly types your conditions into the notes app on his phone.

"Is that it?"

"That's it, I guess."

"Deal."

Namjoon pockets his phone and leans back into your space. Any worries you had clawing to the forefront of your mind vanish when he presses soft lips to yours once more.

A month passes.

You don't end up having a one-night-stand with Namjoon because it wouldn't be fair to your friends when they'd clicked with a target but didn't take them home. That and because Dani got sick on the dance floor from mixing strawberry daiquiri with one too many pink drinks. But you do pass on your full number after he very nearly begs you to give it to him while packing into a cab.

And then he never used it.

It's not that you were expecting much, but when a month passes with not so much as word from him, you figure he forgot about you and your little bet.

Then 2 months pass.

Even though you know that you only spent a fraction of a day with him, you can't help thinking about Namjoon. Namjoon and his pretty eyes and pretty words that made you think there was some sort of connection there. You realize after the first two weeks back that you don't have his number but by the time 2 months pass, you realize that was definitely on purpose.

4 months pass.

You're over it, swamped with end of term work like finals and grading and putting in hours at work. But every time your friends suggest a little fun and hooking you up with someone, every time someone asked for your number at a coffee shop, you said no. Because you're over it and you're busy and not at all disappointed for how hard you fell for the lies some failed SoundCloud rapper fed you on a vacation one time.

19 weeks pass.

You're all in Lia's apartment, basking in the first few days of the end of classes even if it means finals are a few days later. Alexa is playing her favorite playlist on the speakers and you're taking a break to get some coffee going in the small kitchenette.

While the coffee machine starts up you wander back to the main room. Alexa is leaning over to turn the music up, one of her favorite songs just now coming up.

"Who's this again," Dani pipes up from her spot on the couch. "It's that one guy's collab with the Bulletproof Girlscouts, right?"

"Yep," Alexa checks the song title before sighing. "This song is so old now."

"True, but it's my favorite one on the whole album."

"I guess it really has been two years since his last album, huh." Dani muses and then goes back to her practice problem set.

You try not to laugh at how cute Alexa looks sulking because her favorite artist hasn't put out any music in so long.

"Why don't you just play his new stuff," Lia says.

"He's on indefinite hiatus. This is as new as it gets."

Lia picks up her own phone, showing it to the group.

"He released a new single this morning."

"What!"

Alexa scrambles from her seat to grab her headphones and jam them into her phone. You all know how she gets about her music and let her have a moment to soak up the new song while you get up to check on the coffee.

It takes a few minutes to get cups out and put everything together since everyone has different tastes, so you're in the middle of pouring creamer when you hear a chorus of screams.

"Why are we screaming?"

You rush into the main room again only to be bombarded with music from the speaker, this time turned up as high as it can go. What must be the new song comes through the speaker, the bass vibrating on the ground as the speaker pumps.

"Okay, yes, new song. It's good but I don't get—"

"Just listen to the fucking bridge," Dani's voice comes out incredibly shrill as she cuts you off.

The beat surges for the bridge and suddenly the lyrics turn into the artist growling about some girl he met at the club with the prettiest little white outfit he'd ever seen. Saying something that sounds oddly like your name, although you figure that can't be right. But then the next verse has your name in it too, and the next one, and the next one.

Your feet take you to where Alexa's phone is plugged in and you pick up the phone to look at the song. It's indeed a song by her favorite artist, a prolific and mysterious rapper who's never shown his face and who'd been on hiatus from making music. The song title is simple, a small string of numbers that look suspiciously like your area code.

When you let out a tiny gasp, your friends let out more excited shrieks. You ignore them in favor of thumbing through the music app to the artist's page where the new single lies at the top of his discography. To the right of all his songs are the stream counts. Most of his older songs have a few dozen million or so. This brand new one sits at a modest 4 million, but the numbers trickle up as the app updates them in real time.

"What the hell?"

"I know!" Alexa cries, tears shining in her eyes. "I can't believe we sat in a VIP booth with him and I didn't even recognize his stupid voice!"

"What are you gonna do," Dani smiles widely at your stunned face. "Are you gonna call him?"

"I don't have his number," you say simply. Your voice comes out monotone with shock.

"You didn't get his number?" Alexa starts crying for real.

"People are blowing my phone up about this," Lia says once the song ends and begins again on a loop. "You might want to turn off your phone. It's just a matter of time until people start snooping around."

"Right."

You grab your phone from your pocket. On instinct you scan through your socials one last time before turning it off. There's a startling number of texts, calls, emails, and notifications on your social media apps. Curiosity gets the best of you and you open up one of them only to find your name trending as the top hashtag. Clicking on it brings up a bunch of tweets both from fans raving about the new song and wondering who the muse is, to random accounts with identical names in the handle all claiming to be said muse.

"Oh my god, he tweeted!" Dani shoves her phone into your hands.

As of right now [2:38pm] we're at 5.76 million streams. That's more than 150,000...

"What does that mean," she asks you.

"It means...he wants me to fly out to see him. Today."

"Oh my god."

Alexa screams again and at this point you've lost count of how many that is. Lia gets out of her chair and tucks her chin over your shoulder to read the post herself.

"You need to go," Alexa shouts. "I'll help you pack, let's go."

"What about finals?"

"Are you—are you actually thinking of not going because of finals?"

"I mean—"

"If you want me die, just say that," she does something with her mouth that looks like a manic smile.

"What Lex means to say is that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I'm sure even the profs would understand."

You're not sure what to say. First of all, you still don't have his number. Second of all, you're not sure how to fight through all the other accounts claiming to be you to let him know you saw the song. Third, you don't even know where to fly to. Fourth—

A Twitter notification chimes from your phone and a deadly hush falls over everyone. You go to your DM inbox with shaking fingers only to find a message request from an unknown sender. When you open the request, it's from Namjoon's agency.

Good afternoon,

You are being contacted today because one of our artists wishes to meet you. If you consent to the meeting, please review the flight information and tentative itinerary below and respond with your address and contact information. Please also note that the travel plans are for today [MM/DD/YYYY], so your response at your earliest convenience would be much appreciated. If you would like to go but cannot make it today—

"Do you think they'll send a car or should I book her a ride to the airport now?" Dani turns to Alexa.

"They'll probably send one to make sure the schedule is followed."

"That's true but what about—"

Lia taps you on the shoulder, startling you out of your stupor.

"There's a convenience store two doors down. Whatever you buy we can put in one of my suitcases and you can just take that. There's probably not enough time to go all the way back to your place."

"I—yeah, okay."

7 hours later finds Alexa, Dani and Lia finished with studying for the night. The entertainment channel is playing on the TV and the three of them have their heads bent over their phones and laptops, refreshing all the major gossip sites for updates.

"Maybe she's not even there yet," Dani sighs when the page she just refreshed shows no new posts.

"Yeah, I mean we still don't even know where she is," Lia says while putting her laptop to sleep. "What if they made her sign an NDA?"

"Even if they did, she'd probably still tell us once she got there. She's probably just busy killing time on the plane."

"She's sleeping!" Alexa screams a second later.

"Huh? How do you know that?"

"Check his instagram," is all she says before frantically typing a message to you about souvenirs.

Lia looks over at Dani's phone as she pulls up Namjoon's page. The rest of the layout is bare given his up until recent hiatus and the fact that he never posted any type of selfie. The video uploaded a mere 20 seconds ago undoes all the previous minimalism of the entire account.

The post isn't even of Namjoon. It's a black and white 5 second video of the top half of your naked back and shoulders, the rest of your body covered by the sheets. One of your arms is raised to cover your head with a pillow. The only sign of Namjoon is the arm that reaches out from the bottom of the frame, making it clear that he took the video himself. His hand reaches out to trace a heart over the skin of your shoulder blade. The caption reads:

Thanks for keeping your promise

[atsvmi-x]

my personal characterization of eren bc i’ve been thinking about him a lot🥰 this is all modern!au bc canon literally never happened.

these aren’t x reader headcanons but i have more than enough thoughts about eren in a relationship to provide those soon!

General

Loud, brash, and loyal to a fault - you either love him or hate him (or if you’re Jean, you both love and hate him)

Those that he allows into his inner circle are friends for life. He’s easy to piss off but he’s quick to forgive when it comes to friends and family. If that doesn’t apply to you, or you cross those closest to him, he’ll hold a grudge long after the issue is resolved. You’re on his shit list for life.

He wears his heart on his sleeve. It’s literally impossible for him to conceal his emotions. If he’s angry, sad, annoyed, happy, literally anything his feeling you will be sure to know.

The same goes for his opinions. Blunt beyond belief. If he thinks something is stupid he won’t hesitate to say so. He’ll backtrack to soften his delivery if he notices that it offends other parties though.

All of these factors can lead to awkward moments. 99% of the time he’s confident enough in his stance to ignore how others might receive him but the other 1% of the time you might catch the rare sight of his cheeks heating up.

Contrary to popular belief, Eren is actually smart. Not to the same caliber of Armin, Erwin or Hange when it comes to critical thinking and analysis, but it is still above average. That being said, he doesn’t necessarily apply himself to subjects that don’t immediately interest him. However, he has impeccable game sense, making him quite the accomplished athlete.

Anger issues. Clearly. It made him a difficult child... for most of his life (and probably the reason he’s an only child) but as he’s gotten older he’s learned to manage his temper. It’s still easy to rile him up though, and it’ll be a cold day in hell before he backs down from a challenge. But for the most part his attitude is a running joke between those he’s closest with.

He has a strong moral compass and sense of justice. Not in the sense that he’s conservative, far from it. His personal ideology is: as long as it’s not hurting anyone people should do what they want. and anyone that messes with that is wrong. He’s a simple guy

Bad at flirting. He can be super oblivious and when he does catch on, he’s not smooth at all. But he’s tall and pretty so it comes off as endearing 99% of the time. It’s his boy-ish charms that save him every time.

Childhood

Cute as a button as a baby. Poor Carla and Grisha were blindsided when he hit his terrible twos.

Had no friends besides Armin until middle school when his parents adopted Mikasa.

Before Mikasa, he and Armin were the black sheep of the neighborhood kids. Eren easily alienated himself from the neighborhood kids and his schoolmates due to his brash nature. Looking back on it, he still stands with his decision since it meant he found his first friend.

(Armin didn’t fit in for his old soul thanks to being raised by his grandparents)

Super curious and didn’t realize how small he was in such a big world. On several occasions he wandered off because of his curious nature. Would have been a leash kid if leash kids were a thing when he was growing up.

Could technically be considered a school bully for talking down to kids on the playground. HOWEVER, he was smaller than other kids for a while, meaning his haughty attitude resulted in petty school yard fights that he lost most of the time. Still, he never cried and never learned his lesson.

Since we was never against a fight, he made it his mission to take up for Armin. When Mikasa joined his family he did the same for her when their peers made comments about her different looks. As we know, those roles soon reversed with Mikasa taking on a protector roll

To try and find a suitable outlet for his excess...energy...Carla and Grisha signed him up for every sport under the sun. Was pretty good too but excelled at football and track and field.

Teen

Was on a first name basis with administration during his school years for getting too invested in classroom debates. His fired up nature easily boiled over outside the classroom resulting in several fist fights

Got suspended once for said fights, but more often than not Mikasa saved him before he could get into more trouble.

So angsty. Literally a textbook case of teen angst from the loud music, dark clothes, to butting his heads with his parents he was truly a nightmare. (He recognizes this and is forever apologetic to his parents for being so difficult during this time)

Started to grow out of his rebellious phase by his junior year. There was no real explanation for it he just...did. That’s not to say that he was any less combative, he just knew what battles to pick. Good job Eren.

By the time he graduates he’s such a mama’s boy. He’s always loved him mom but now his eyes have been opened to how much of a handful he was growing up. He’s embarrassed anytime she brings up old stories but he knows it’s all in good fun.

He’s also had a major growth spurt by the time he graduates and his years of playing sports have definitely paid off. He’s a total heartthrob by his senior year and unintentionally a heartbreaker. Again, it’s hard to break into his circle, nothing personal.

Young Adult (College/Post Grad)

Commits to playing football exclusively. Not out of hopes of going pro but he just really likes the sport. He’s well known around campus between sports and his personality.

Still, he can be found with any one member of his crew at any given time. It’s rare to find him by himself unless he’s in his dorm room. He’s a total extrovert and gets bored easily when left to his own devices.

BUT he’s not a total party animal. Definitely prefers kickbacks to partying. But he will show his face if someone personally asks him to come.

Smokes and drinks the normal amount. Knows his limits and isn’t a lightweight for either. But under the right conditions (i.e. drinking games, bets, etc.) he’ll over indulge. Far too touchy when he’s under the influence.

Struggled to find his “calling” in school. Most of his friends fell into majors that they clicked with but it wasn’t that easy for him. He probably ends up with a fifth year under his belt. since he didn’t officially declare a major until maybe junior year.

Graduates with a political science degree! 1) He fooled his parents into thinking he’d go to law school which satisfied his doctor dad. 2) While he doesn’t exactly know how, he wants to improve daily life for the less fortunate and he thought this was a good step to do that. 3) He loved being able to argue for a grade during in-class debates

I know we all love streamer!Eren but I really do think he’d end up going down a creative/independent route where he’s not tied to a desk 9-to-5. It really stressed him out to think about doing thing for 50 years and then being able to enjoy life after retirement.

Other

Like previously mentioned, his music tastes were pretty narrow. But as his social circle grew and he was exposed to new genres his musical pallet has expanded. His go to genres are still heavy, but he’s not against asking what song just played if he liked it (unless you’re Jean, he’ll never give him the satisfaction).

I feel like his celebrity crush is Doja Cat. I have no evidence I just feel like he’d be into her.

Baby can NOT dance. if he tries hard he can bust a two step but usually he doesn’t usually put forth the effort though. It just gets worse if he drinks.

Very much a night owl but surprisingly, he doesn’t like to sleep in either. Feels like there’s too much stuff to do in a day to just waste it in bed. He contradicts himself though bc he can spend all morning in bed playing around on his phone (he’s addicted)