#also? genuinely love the idea of involving the movies somehow in fics

[thalfbloodloser]

i wish we had alloaro representation in media. a charming character who fucks - both literally AND aesthetically. one that makes other characters go "wow! they're so cool and good in bed, but ultimately un-datable, because as soon as they sense any romantic intention on you, they flee" (kinda like lucifer morningstar from "lucifer". he's aroallo in my heart)

a character who's funny and has a horrifyingly 80's sense of fashion (they have a curly combed-out mullet and mismatched earrings. you'll find them at pride wearing a corn costume because it "matches the aroallo flag" and they're "being subtle") or one who's the embodiment of a 60's greaser (their motorcycle helmet is themed after the aro flag and the back of their leather jacket says "LOVELESS / LOVE LOSES") or one who's a girly fanfiction writer that has more ships than a star wars movie (their fics are muntifandom-ly famous and most their stuff is covered in yaoi/yuri patches and stickers. everyone thinks they're a hopeless romantic because of it, but that's exactly why they're so big on the fiction ≠ reality discourse) or...

anyone else, really. just ultimately a HUMAN who's casually aromantic. one who doesn't make it a parade but isn't subtle about it, either. will they hold other character's hands? maybe. kiss their cheek? perhaps. hang out with them, on picnics and walks along the river? can't see why not! but platonically. or maybe have them be genuinely romance-repulsed & not so eager to participate in anything socially perceived as romantic. that would also be amazing.

let them express themselves sexually! let them fuck. give them a..."fuckbuddy", if you must. or a best friend who's sexually involved with them - classic romcom material, i know - but without it being "complicated"; because there's no romance involved to complicate it.

give them funny scenes. another character tries to kiss their lips or ask them on a date? they laugh nervously, the scene cuts and we get a hilarious shot of them escaping through the bathroom window. or audibly saying "ew" and then regretting it. another character is struggling to write a romcom/romance book without it being corny? we get a scene where our character casually describes the most romantical (and, to them, unappealing) plot ever - because, much like aces acing the smut department, they're far from misunderstanding what is or isn't heartstopping for alloromantics - only to have the other character stare at them like "?????????? HELLO????". give us a scene of them being confused as to why their hookup is yelling at them for acting "so casual" and responding with a quotable shitty line ("just because we had sex last night i can't call you "bro"? / "what? expected me to marry you or something? get off my bed, it's 9AM" / "would you rather have me mad? sad? what's happening here. give me a hint")

but give them complicated scenes too. scenes portraying the loneliness that comes with being aromantic but not asexual, the lack of community. them talking about how hard it is to maintain sexual relationships just sexual. the painful "breakups" because one of their friends declared their undying love for them but they cannot possibly match that energy, even if they wanted to. have them weep because somehow that keeps happening. the unfairness in being accused of heartlessness and selfishness by other queers. the shame on being told they're fetishistic and the reason why queer men/women/people are seen as sex-crazed or impure.

...anyways, i'm rambling- do y'all have any aroallo ocs? or ideas for alloaro characters? maybe aroallo headcanons? i'd love to know what you think! :)

(don't tag as #ace / #asexual / #asexuality)

[jermer10]

Hi!

I was wondering if you could write for the mercs (all if possible, if not it's your choice who) dating a enemy reader. Headcanons or a drabble are fine.

Love the fics!

TF2 mercs dating an enemy reader

suggestive, gn reader | thanks for the ask anon!!

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: - the least caring about the fact that you're an enemy merc - "game is game!" you want to strangle him - would make a point out of trying to dominate you during a match, specifically seeking you out just to kill you over and over again - if you're dating scout you're likely just as competitive - and you're also likely to win these little games - "scout! come here for a sec~" he is already half way there, under the assumption that he was gonna 'get a piece' of you - you're 5 seconds into your makeout session, his hands ravaging your body, when you raise your gun and shoot him straight through the chin - he is fucking fuming, you're laughing your ass off - holding it over you if he wins a match, becoming super pissy if he doesn't - the only way to calm him down to shower him with compliments

Soldier: - the hardest to win over, he is patriotic to his heart and also incredibly stupid - would genuinely assume that your flirting is malicious, trying to rile him up and confuse him into surrendering - it's not until you have him cornered, he's ready to fight with his fists or go out trying, when you ask him out instead - he will decline, and you shoot him cleanly in the head before skipping away - but it sits with him - and he starts to notice every little thing you do, internally praising your usage of weapons, your pure bloodlust - he corners you and....proposes? - "oooone step at a time bud" - will still kill you during battle, but does so in a loving way instead - whatever that even means

Pyro: - it's not hard to befriend pyro - they treat their friends and enemies quite similar, hell, they even attack their own teammates sometimes - so when you approach them outside of a battle, how could they say no to a new friend? - the enemy team hates this, believing the only reason for your presence to be malign - eventually everyone grows used to you, you even begun repping their colour when you were there as not to stand out too much - on the battlefield you two often sneak off together to light shit on fire or prank other mercs - they find hurting you......undesirable? so it seems? - they tend to focus on everyone else around you rather than harming you in any way - really a sweetheart under all of that...fireproof asbestos lined suit?

Demoman: - finds the idea of dating someone who's supposed to be his enemy very hot - he meets you on the battlefield, drunkenly flinging everything he has at you, and somehow you're avoiding all of his attacks - explosions erupting from behind you, it's something like a scene from a movie - he is obsessed with you - you don't officially declare your relationship at first, sneaking off to screw and make out instead of doing typical couple things - eventually, he has to ask, "what are we?" you just laugh and lean in for an uncharacteristically passionate kiss - that's all he needed - you're attached to the hip, but you're not against murdering him either - your team hates him. just straight up.

Heavy: - absolutely refuses to engage with your flirtatious behaviour - you're immature and desperate, he tells himself - so why does he lay there late at night thinking about you? - it becomes harder to hide his apparent feelings for you, leading to some heated sexual tension - he wants you, bad, and here you were defenseless, cowering with a nervous grin and spewing your usual sickening ramblings - he can't help but kiss you in the moment rather than what he should be doing which is shooting you - he doesn't even care, he just needs this more than anything - and this becomes a regular thing until you ask him out - "are we not already in relationship?" - your team is too scared of him to say something about his involvement with you, and his team....is also too scared of him to say anything about you

Engineer: - he can't keep his eyes off you, he can't even bring himself to attack you, and worst of all he actively disables the rest of his team trying to protect you - you cared so deeply for your teammates, even a blind man could see that in the way you fought so fiercely for them - engie is absolutely smitten - they push him into telling you, lamenting about needing their engie to focus in battle and that maybe confessing would itch the scratch - it does not, in fact, itch the scratch - he told you, the dynamic between both teams shift - you become the parents of both teams, having large group hangouts and dinners together - no one really wants to...kill eachother anymore..? - of course it's still your job to kill one another, but now it feels more like a game between buddies than a real fight

Medic: - he becomes completely obsessive over you, becoming enraged at the idea of his teammates killing you - he is the only one who should be able to kill you, and he wants it to hurt, he hates you, and he hates the way you make him feel - his teammates catch on rather quickly and decide to put it into perspective for him, making him realize that he really just has a crush on you - he will only slightly change his behavior after this, now he flirts with you right before he kills you (awwww!) - when you ask him out, he's shocked! - obviously he says yes, he wants you more than he's wanted anyone - there's a passion there that both of your teams are incredibly disturbed by, so they try to ignore it the best they can, which is not very well - at least this brings them closer? i guess??

Sniper: - he would have been stalking you through the scope of his rifle long before you asked him out - and you knew this, testing him by walking through his line of sight, taking an excruciatingly long time to kill one of his teammates, bending over a lot more than usual - you reveled in the way he would intentionally miss his shots, his way of flirting with you, beckoning you to come say hello - and when you finally do it's the kickstart of a relationship that no one sees coming and that you don't keep as secret as you think - you often sneak off to rest up in his sniper nests, sharing some kisses before returning to the fight - you practically live in his van outside of work, some of your teammates just assume you're off training or running errands, the more observant ones having sneaking suspicions that you're skipping off to see your star-crossed lover

Spy: - he actually does hate you at first - spy is very competitive, in ways that aren't always obvious to others - you're racking up kills, he's been dominated by you at least 20 times, and he's growing increasingly aggressive - eventually he lands a hit on you, slashing your arm pretty bad, your gun skidding across the cement, too far out of reach - and instead of killing you, he kicks your gun back over to you with a heavy sigh, you're at a loss for words - "fuck you for making me feel zhis way" he pulls you up by the collar and next thing you know you're both sneaking off to screw - he tells you this was a one time thing, but it's evident that he doesn't really feel that way - not with the way he looks at you, the genuine love he has for you is so foreign to him that he often mistakes it for lust - you take it slow, and you do it quietly, it's your own little thing

[rambheem-is-real]

uhm could u please ...write a war 2019 fic??or some headcanons atleast? i really love ur style and im starved

I'll add it to my list of fic ideas! Not sure if it'll actually get written though so in case it doesn't here are my hcs:

khalid is not actually dead, he somehow escaped (and i'm not gonna give an explanation when movie canon itself hates logic lol), but now he has saurabh's old face, and reunites with kabir and ruhi post-movie

kabir often has nightmares of khalid's mother condemning him for killing her husband, which is why he looked Like That when seeing khalid talking to his mother. he acts all tough and carefree but he genuinely feels bad for all of the families of the men he's killed

adding on to the above I think kabir had a tough home life, dead mom and military dad which would explain the zeal he has for being involved in (i don't remember exactly what he's in but) special forces, and also why he initially evaluated khalid only on what his dad did

saurabh actually did want to fuck kabir because there's no way he didn't, I don't buy the "he was just acting as khalid would" excuse that man was Horny

adding on he def had a thing for kabir, then got jealous when khalid joined the team because he could see that kabir liked him, and when iliyasi started coming up with a plan to get rid of kabir and his team saurabh came up with the idea of killing khalid and stealing his face

post canon khalid is the carefree parent for ruhi and kabir is the strict parent, but whenever khalid is the one that gets mad kabir and ruhi team up to defeat him with cuteness because they know khalid can never stay mad

not a headcanon but an au I've had is what if instead of transferring the faces, they somehow found a way for saurabh's memories to be in khalid's mind, ismart shankar style? there's a lot more angst potential there (or ot3 potential depending on how you ship it)

[lehhoh7822]

asking about the legally blonde fics 🙄 (JOKING i actually really want to hear about them. please?)

THANK YOU its not letting me add a cut guys..... i would if i could..... long post??

alright hi i write legally blonde fanfics after being involved in a production of it earlier this year and. well.

like i think my fanfic is very ehhhh for most people because i like essentially getting to write completely different songs and then having to integrate them into canon if that makes sense?? based solely off the musical, like, none of pilar margot serena really have ANY established backstory and i havent seen the movie or read the book in such a long time. so what i mean is that i get to write this horrifying piece about someone experiencing parentifcation in an abusive environment and then try to integrate that character into the more canonised characterisation.

i guess the reason is like. of musicals, legally blonde is very.... i don't know, its pretty solid in terms of content for the musical. its absurd like most musicals which kind of facilitated me and my friend (im gonna @ their dead blog from when they were like 12 @kittykatturtles-blog) to make crack theories and then give me things that i wanted to extrapolate from it. I guess the other thing about these fics is that i want to write about how. fucked a lot of rich people are. i think part of this is coming out of the dsmp fandom or engaging with it more critically in terms of a fandom and being able to recognise the kind of repetitiveness of a lot of fanfictions in a very... trope esque way? like there are so many fics which are basically the same and a lot of those feel like they didn't have anything to say or think about in terms of the characters.

i think the other part of it which matters to me is being able to write about themes which are genuinely really serious, and at times intimately familiar to me; exploitative religious groups, familial abuse, dissociative identity disorder, and more, without the worry of too heavy scruntiny. like i remember when i was writing for dsmp i always got kind of scared of writing something too serious and having people like like. oh my god. hes a MINOR. YOURE KILLING ME. the whole point of the stories aren't just that bad things are happening or that these characters are justified or whatever, it's about. how do you keep going? how do you keep loving? how do you explain yourself.

i think something thats super important to be is character autonomy. it rings pretty bad for me when a traumatised or disabled is given no action on their end at all for anything, making them a hollow slate for the abled characters to support and research and worry about and lie to. to me, as someone who is traumatised and is disabled, that kind of dynamic is gross to read about. so its important to me to be able to write about, even if it cant exist in real life, the idea of supportive people who are also kind of fucked up and having to acknowledge the real hopelessness of complex issues is something i want to depict in my writing.

for a lot of people, for most i think, when terrible things happen they can't just stop and they somehow have to keep on going despite the world feeling like its stopped turning for them. and i think a lot of bad things do happen to people when they are still young. one of the worst years of my life was when i was 12 and its genuinely quite hard to top it. trying to write the spiky complex feelings of self hatred and confusion and injustice you can't place and hopelessness is cathartic to me and i think its important for me that it exists.

the other thing is that. like by the nature of my writing, this is leading to a better future. im a pretty slow writer, and i can't be hyperfixated on the story i need to just be continually trying to think and work on it. but because we know; we know they make it to college, we know they have friends, and in this i know that they can make it to adulthood, its an assertion, from me as a writer and from me as a traumatised disabled person that i will make a better future and the worst parts of your life will not definte them. idk.

this is the link to the first two fics and im writing a new one as we speak

if you want to hear more about ttolt characters (we have pilar, serena, margot, elle, serenas parents and brother, pilars infinite fucking siblings and parents, and a few others) then send me asks about it. PLEASE dear god

[after-witch]

Is there anyone you're itching to write for but haven't found the right inspiration yet? Whether someone new or someone old!

I'd really like to tackle something with Prince Demande from Sailor Moon but tbh, it would probably just be like "Okay you know how he was obsessed with Neo Queen Serenity? It's just that with a different reader."

I'd also love to write some stuff for some new things from fandoms/media I love but haven't written for much or at all.

Like more Trigun, Slayers, Resident Evil, lots and lots of random horror movies.

I would, SOMEHOW, like to write for Sadako from The Ring series but I genuinely don't know how I'd work that one out. Maybe it'd have to take place in the bookverse where she gets reincarnated/revived basically? And she keeps reader as a little errand pet, idk.

I've also had a long-running non-romantic daydream involving a reader/self-insert character who basically sells their soul in exchange for something to Hellmaster Phibrizzo from Slayers Next that I'd love to put down into story format, but it's so niche, I have to wait until I have the passion for it to get it written.

I'd also really like to write something with yandere Machi from Hunter x Hunter. I've been rereading some fics I love with her and it's sparked some ideas.

[27emailsicantsend]

Do you think Ricky will write a song for Gina in s4? I NEED this!! What are some things you hope to see from Rina in s4?

I literally collapsed when I saw this ask because the idea of this makes me SO happy. I would LOVE to see him write her a song. I also wrote in my last fic that Gina wrote Ricky a song by borrowing his guitar :') so I would genuinely be happy for both. Or what if they wrote a song together?? It would all be beautiful.

And even more amazing is the second part of this question... which is so, so much. I kind of wrote in that fic mentioned earlier (Of Converse and Pavement) things that might be cute from them and I made a list of a bunch of headcanons for s4/s5 I'd like to see. All of these are located in the description. Since those are more fantasies, I will answer this with things I feel like we could *realistically* see and I would really love to see (I apologize if some are redundant from my fic/headcanons):

-Rina "Can I Have This Dance"... I don't think I need to say more

-I think it would be hilarious if Rina went as peter/gwen or mj for a couples costume on halloween because of how involved it is in the fandom. Tim has had to see us screaming about that, right??

-Ricky showing up at Gina's door and/or Gina showing up at Ricky's door but he gives her a massive hug and kiss when he sees her

-I made a theory about this, but when rina says their I Love You's they parallel the first "Oh. Oh?" scene in season 1, but this time it's a pleasant shock and reciprocated

-Not a jealous gina per say, because I don't see that happening, but some sort of acknowledgement from Ricky that he is over Nini. Like maybe someone mentions her and he kind of shrugs it off (kindly) or he says "I've never felt this way about anyone" to Red and Red goes "what about Nini?" and Ricky says, "like I said, I never felt this way about anyone. Gina is different"... idk something along those lines :')

-I genuinely think we are getting a rina secret dating era, even if it's just the conflict of one or two episodes. The way corbin intentionally made sure the camera was turned off, the doc, the "students having to deal with new fame and the complications of it", it all feels like rina is going to try to keep their cool in public so things don't get bad for them

-I think at the very least Vanessa is going to make a guest appearance from some of the things she has said in interviews, but if Zac comes back too (which would be such a shame for him not to with everyone else... even as a surprise in the finale), we will have at the very least some sort of parallel to them and rina. Even just them standing by each other in similar clothes all the way to some meta conversation, even if Vanessa is the only one to guide it. I just feel like it is so on the nose; it would be weird for the show not to point it out in some way with those characters in the room.

-This is a teeny bit of a "I don't know for sure this will happen and it's likely it won't", but I would LOVE for rina to get a second chance at homecoming!

-Ricky as troy, gina as gabriella (and possibly them somehow somehow missing part of opening night to parallel movie 3)

-ricky just being heart eyes and absolutely dumbfounded at every breath gina takes because let's be real that's been him all 3 seasons so it won't be anything new

-There is a tik tok that looks like gina is at ricky's house, but her eyes almost look watery? I don't think it will be anything bad between their relationship, but I see her actually seeking him for comfort instead of running this time. Or maybe, even better, they have a sweet conversation that makes her cry happy tears :')

-To add onto the last one, I feel like it would be an absolute crime for them to not have one scene of Gina making something and ricky at the very least watching her do it (it would be even better, and my personal headcanon, that when she is hanging at ricky's house they are making something together <3)

-I think ricky is going to sing scream, which means he is going to have tough decisions to make about his life after college. Although gina won't be in the scene directly, I see him having at least a couple of scenes where he mentions her and how she will affect his course of plans for his life after high school. It will just be a really sweet way to show how much she really benefits his life.

-I think we are getting some variation of the chocolates confession. I know tim scrapped it for the finale, but I don't think he is getting rid of it. Not every viewer is on social media, so a lot of his scenes look like plot holes without this key piece of info. I think we might get a flashback or at the very least a conversation where ricky confesses this. Maybe this is the scene that makes gina cry as mentioned earlier?

-literally forehead kisses, holding hands, at least one hug from behind, and at least one scene with his arm around her shoulders. This one makes me want to collapse thinking about it.

-Lastly, for now, I would be shocked if they didn't do something to lead off of ricky's "don't get me started"*. They used that sentence specifically in BOTH variations of the script to end the scene (mind you the other way around was supposed to be gina saying it to him). He's trying to say "there's more" not only to gina, but the audience. I feel like he is either going to gush a lot over her, go on some long winded confession, or maybe even a conflict of an episode is he gets a wee bit too intense (really hoping this last one isn't true), but knows when to back off to show character growth from r*ni. Maybe rina even makes jokes about this? idk. It just felt too intentional for there not to be more.

*Maybe all of season 4 is ricky "getting started" with his feelings for Gina because they are so big and intense. I don't know.

Anyway, I hope this answers your question for now :') thank you so much for it. It made me SO happy to answer!! I can't wait for s4!!!

[seromreven]

Uhm... could I ask for one story too? Where the m!reader is a fan of Paul who was choose to be an extra on the set of Help on the Alps and Paul is like 'Yeah, why not to go for the pretty boy for once' and subtly flirt with him on set and maybe go further after the shooting. I just love your stories so much and especially the fact that you also write for male readers!

you can ask for all the stories you want! and i’m loving the prompt!! :o

asdfgh, thank you!! you’re all so sweet, ahh  ♡ ♡

You were practically cradling your small paper cup of coffee as you entered the warm cafeteria of the hotel Marieta. You were in Austria in the small village of Obertauern, working as miscellaneous crew and as an extra for the filming of the movie Help!

One which The Beatles were the stars of.

And, you won’t lie, you were a big fan. Especially of the ‘cute one’. Paul McCartney. Gosh, so far you had only just about seen him from a distance as he stood with the rest of the band talking. Honestly. You didn’t dare approach them. Scared of it for multiple reasons.

In the meanwhile, it was noon. And time for lunch. The delightful hotel lunch buffet consistently mostly of German and Austrian classics. Cold cuts, various sausages and the likes. It all looked great. There also was a sprinkling of British assortment. Most likely meant for the unadventurous tourist of the groups.

You picked a little of everything and went to sit at an empty table by a window overlooking the beautiful but looming Alps in the distance.  It was breathtaking.

You took in the scenery as you ate. Watching over the beautiful nature and birds as they passed you by. Tourists and other members of the crew too. They waved and smiled and you did so back at them. This small break from filming was all very nice.

You finished and left the cafeteria whistling a little tune from the musical The Sound of Music. Hey, it was really only appropriate being as you were; in the Austrian Alps. It also had a movie adaptation due to premiere in a few days time. Something to be excited about, surely, as you couldn’t watch it before you were done with working on the movie.

You stepped back out into the cold and, God, was it cold! Austria in March? Who’s idea was this? You shrugged as you went down the brick laid trail towards the set, pulling your coat together to your body. The costume, and non-extra work, forbade gloves and you wish you could snap your teeth at whoever made that executive decision.

Lately, your assignments had been to set up props for various scenes used for the filming of the musical sequence of ‘Ticket To Ride’. It really wasn’t much as most scenes consisted of the boys skiing.

Today; you had to help lift and set up a piano. A goddamn piano. It was meant to be used first when the sun was setting which gave you plenty of time, really, but you weren’t about to underestimate the work that was going to be pulled into getting a piano through snow.

You went back into whistling whatever song you could remember from The Sound of Music as you went your way to the truck that housed the piano.

But it didn’t take long before you halted in your steps. There, not much longer down the path, stood Paul McCartney. He was in the clothes he was supposed to be in for most of the scenes shot in the Alps. A dark fur coat, tight pants that made your mind soar, thick winter boots, and no gloves. Which you wondered about as it was pretty damn cold. And with all of that; he looked cold with his arms crossed tightly around his chest while wearing a rather sour expression. It was pretty cute how he looked.

Considering how to get past him without drawing too much attention; while, yes, as much as you wanted to talk to him and… well, so much else. You really didn’t dare. What was there even to say? Would he even be interested in talking to you? No!

Well, any choice you had in the matter threw itself right out of the window while you were thinking over your choices as he was, in fact, now looking at you with a rather charming smile on his face instead of the pout that was before.

Your eyes met and he winked. And, you know what? Suddenly you didn’t feel so cold anymore. So, you pulled your proverbial shit together and stepped towards him. You were going that way anyway.

“Hi,” was the first thing out of him as you neared. His voice as just as you remembered. Soft with that dear accent of his. You just nodded in greeting as it felt like your throat had completely locked up.

“Have I’ve seen you around?” He asked and you shrugged. How were you to know?

“Surely, I wouldn’t forget a face such as yours. D’you work on the movie?”

You croaked out a yes. Slightly embarrassed at the sound as, God, your throat was so dry from both the cold and being near him. His hands were in his pockets, shielded from the cold, and you copied the move as you too were starting to feel the biting chill that came from just standing around.

You moved slightly on your feet to keep warm and went further along with your answer; “I’m an extra and also do… extra work,” you couldn’t help but small at that bit, “such as heavy lifting work. Like the props.”

“Heavy lifting, eh?” His expression was… something. Smug? Surely not… flirtatious? So you just nodded with a polite smile that grew a little unsure as he stepped closer. Close enough for you to feel the furs of his coat and the warmth of his breath. You quickly glanced around to check if no one else was around. Two men so close to each other was definitely… risky.

“Mr McCartney,” you started but was quickly interrupted by him.

“Oh, just call me Paul,” he was smirking as he looked you up and down, slowly and not at all hiding the fact of his doing it. His eyes looked dilated as he was doing so and you wouldn’t at all be surprised if you were to find out he was high.

Your heart was beating forcefully and, damn it, was making it kinda difficult to breathe.

“...Paul. I have to leave now or I’m going to be late,” you muttered as his hand was resting softly on your bicep. Oh, you couldn’t believe you had said that. He was so obviously flirting with you. Making you feel all kinds of heated and, God, horny. But your work was too important and you stepped back from him.

He looked disappointed and you sighed as you looked down to your feet, kicking up snow.

“Sorry,” you muttered and hurried along towards where you had to begin work.

Later as it had gotten dark; you oversaw the filming of the scene with the piano. The adrenaline was still pumping through you from having pushed and showed the wooden construct up the hills. The sweat down your neck and back had somehow dried while working in the cold. And you hoped that the wetness on your skin and hair wouldn’t result in you getting sick.

You sighed heavily as you stared at Paul during the filming. He looked just as cold, if not even more so than before. Now equipped with a hat that had a little ball at the end of it; he looked so cute as he crawled around the piano with the coat pulled as far up as it could.

It could be obvious to the astute eye that you were staring at Paul. Even as much as you had tried to hide it. Your mind was sitting still on the thoughts of your meeting with him earlier. Had he really hit on you so heavily or was your lust-filled fan mind just making it seem as if he did? Was he even into men?

But perhaps it was true enough. For you couldn’t pretend anywise as he had also been looking at you multiple times throughout filming. And as it wrapped up for the day and you were readying yourself for getting the piano inside again, by stretching and getting large sips of coffee; he had stuck around as the other Beatles went down to their hotel.

He was watching you intently while sucking on a smoke as you and three other men went to the piano. It was even more of an ordeal getting it down than up. Having to pull more on it so it wouldn’t ride down and most likely crash into something… or someone.

He winked at you as you passed by and you almost, almost, lost your grip on the piano. Thank fuck, you didn’t. That would have been disastrous. Every man counted in pulling this thing.

You meet each other each at the end of the hill when you finally had relinquished all control of the piano to some other unfortunate souls and were now desperate to get somewhere warm. He now had the hat off and his hands were deep in his pockets as he was staring you down as you stepped away from the truck.

“Hello again,” you greeted as you went by him and as you had expected; you could hear his footsteps follow you.

Which definitely confirmed your suspicions of his flirting with you earlier that day.

You heard his footsteps hasten in the snow and he suddenly appeared next to you. “I’m sorry if I came on a little too strong earlier today. I-” now it was your turn to interrupt him.

“It’s really quite alright. It was just unexpected and I was on a strict time schedule.”

He looked up at you and stopped in his tracks, which you quickly also did.

“So… you liked it?” He actually seemed nervous and you decided to comfort him in the fact that, “yes, I liked it.” You nodded with a slight laugh.

He smiled widely as he stepped closer to you and looked around before leaning in with a whisper; “so... Can I have this kiss?”

Instead of answering; you too leaned in and joined in for a deep kiss that quickly worked to heat your body up from a long day of working in the cold.

A wolf whistle shot through the air and you practically threw yourself away from Paul and looked around in a panic. It was John Lennon! Who were flashing you two thumbs up while sporting a great big smile.

“Go get ‘im, Paulie!” He yelled and ran off while laughing loudly.

You blushed madly as you looked back at Paul. Who, with a giggle, pulled you back down for a kiss.

[tortilla-of-courage]

Describing it as being like home is actually pretty accurate yeah.

And YES! I am totally willing to talk about my modern AU.

I've been calling it the Adoption AU because Time ends up adopting all of the boys. It mostly started as, I saw an edit for a tweet someone did with Wars and Wild that involved Taco Bell (cannot remember the blog or post for the life of me though), and so I wrote a thing about Warriors sneaking out of his university dorm to pick up Wild, who snuck out the window despite his broken arm, and then got extorted by Legend in exchange for silence at 3am.

This was followed by a fic where Groose decided spray painting a public building was a good idea and got himself and Sky arrested, set earlier in the timeline.

So then I made a timeline. Twilight is Time and Malon's biological son, and he found Wild on the side of the road one day (Wild's backstory involves a bad car wreck and an underground hospital, but no conspiracy bullshit. Yet). Wild has no memory, so they keep him. Wild brings home Legend, who was told his uncle died at school before a holiday. They then also keep Legend. Malon finds Four in her barn one morning for complicated reasons, and they keep him too. Twilight finds Warriors, who is in his class, hiding in an alley one day after he ran away from an abusive home and brings him home too. SS Impa (who I've nicknamed Shield because there are enough prominent Impas here that they should get nicknames too) is a social worker who's trying to find Sky a home and has run out of options, and turns to Time, who has a record of successfully housing 'unhousable' youths, and asks if he can take one more. He can. Wild finds Hyrule and brings him home because 'Rule needs a shower even more than Wild does. Hyrule stays. Wind's grandma ends up with Wind and his sister but can't financially take care of both and so Wind ends up with the boys and everyone is +1 Grandma.

Twilight has a fic detailing how he knows Midna and Dusk and I ended up shooting him (oops) but at least their social project gets handed in on time.

Then I started hashing out Time's backstory and suddenly this AU had plot. And organized crime. And a conspiracy. And secret societies.

The summarized version is that the gems from OoT are like, Idk what they do yet. Haven't gotten to a point where I need to figure that out yet. But they are Important and have to be carefully guarded. The Great Deku Tree (just called Deku because he's not a tree here) was Time's foster father before Ganondorf killed him. Also, Ganondorf is Deku's half brother. Because. However Time 'stole' the Emerald and he and Navi ran until OoT Impa (Sage) and Lullaby found them. So Time got adopted into Lullaby's family. Ruto inherited the Sapphire from her mother who also died from mysterious circumstances, and Darunia has the Ruby. Lullaby got the Ocarina from her late paternal grandmother.

Then Ganon finds them and tries to steal the Emerald from Time, so Lullaby goes looking for help and thus finds the sages. Saria is an anonymous hacker who uses the screen name 'Kokiri'. Time reveals he didn't steal the Emerald, he was Deku's heir, and then Navi goes missing. Time is home worried enough that he's physically sick, and Ganon decides to try and attack the home. Only Lullaby's family is Olde Money, and they live in a big, old manor, so Lullaby as Sheik decides to play 'Home Alone' with the secret passages in the walls and they piss off Ganon because when did that brat get a sheikah bodyguard??? Sage and Rottla (Lullaby's mother, who is fully sheikah as well) rush home from a thing and Kokiri is running a play by play watching the security cameras.

I pull in my headcanon that Time was killed in the Downfall Timeline by getting impaled on Ganon's tusk and Ganondorf stabs him with the tusk of a mounted boar head and then Sheik shows up to protect his brother, and then Mama gets home and is not happy to find this man in her home attacking her kids. Time is fine, but Navi stays missing. (She's alive tho.)

Also, Time's foster dad was the last leader of a secret society known as The Order of The Lost Woods, and Time learns this upon meeting Tatl, who gets him sucked into another event that would probably make a good action movie. I have thought too much about the Order and it's hierarchy, but what's important here is that Time ends up with a standing job offer and Tatl and he remain friends and we find out how I fit FD into this AU. It's not pretty. This is where Time loses his eye too.

The AoC came out and I added that Link in as Wild's twin brother and he shows up during the main plot.

Which starts with Twi getting kidnapped. (I'm not really meaner to him than the others, I swear, he's just the most logical choice to be Time's heir. Which he is. He doesn't know this though.)

So he's kidnapped by Ganondorf, who broke out of jail, Zant, who shot Twi in highschool, and Ghirahim, who has some history with Sky I haven't fleshed out yet and a very public rivalry with Warriors over twitter. About six weeks later Sage finds him in an abandoned warehouse (because of course) with a shackle on his left arm and a lot of new injuries. He ends up fine, but he tells Time later in the hospital what happened and he's both message and messenger and Time is this close to just committing murder. Tatl talks him down.

Somewhere here is the half finished fic where I introduce AoC Link as Luke/Knight, and this is as far as I've plotted thus far.

Other tidbits: Wild and Lullaby/Sheik are both genderfluid, Lullaby/Sheik married Ruto, Wild has a very popular YouTube channel, Twi does drag racing sometimes, Sky has a pet bird, Four has DID to explain how the Colours are here too, and Wolfie exists in the form of a random wolf-dog Wild found and brought home that Legend somehow convinced half the family was Twilight. Also, Warriors has somehow befriended an entire sorority and he doesn't know how this happened.

This... got long. As you can see I have a lot of thoughts about the Adoption AU. It's gotten a bit away from me, I'll admit. This went from 'Wild does stunts on his motorbike and keeps breaking bones but somehow not the bike' to 'Twilight got kidnapped and Time is the target of a mafia that Ganon runs and also maybe killed a man once' and I don't know how that happened. Also, this is the condensed version of the summary. My actual summary/outline is much, much longer than this. So if there's any detail you want more on, feel free to say so and I'll happily go into more detail (there are so many things I didn't even mention....)

And yes, Robbie having a bong is very important to my best friend, for some reason. He has one in a modern AU and he probably invented one in canon. I happen to agree that this makes sense for his character, if anyone would invent a bong in LoZ it's Robbie (this is such an anticlimactic end to this ask after the stuff about the modern AU...)

Also, sorry for the long ass ask. I genuinely don't know how to condense the Adoption Au down any further. There's a lot of important plot beats to cover, and I still skipped things.

-Attllhak

oh my GOD???? if you ever write and post this somewhere id love to read it, the level of "crazy" conspiracy/action movie elements implemented sound sosososo cool, from Ganondorf being Deku's half brother to trying to "send a message" via Twi and- just- all of this is SO good.i sat here and reread this ask like 3 times as if that would magically spawn more info about it ahaha

there's so much to unpack here but it's honestly so worth it i love every single detail!!! i can imagine the actual outline being way longer, nad honestly that just makes me the more excited/curious about all that might be missing from this ask - i cant believe it started with Wild and Wars going to Taco Bell of all things

also i can totally see Robbie making a bong, no matter the setting or AU. fits him a lot I'd say

and dont worry about long asks!! i adore opening up my askbox to see one ask take over the entire thing, it makes me really happy aha

[thebluestbluewords]

HEIST HEIST HEIST

I saw this post today and got inspired, SO here is Descendants Could Have Been A Heist Movie, thebluestbluewords take :

(this is very much an outline and not a full fic yet, but I might yet write this someday)

Taking this whole heist movie idea very seriously, this would be (and might yet be if I have the time for it) a fic about how the first Descendants movie would have gone if it had been a heist movie, rather than a fairytale.

The main plot of the movie is no longer about learning to choose good and seeing that kids don’t have to follow in the footsteps of their parents- it’s now a high school political intrigue about stealing a wand.

(don’t worry about the larger themes there- the wand might be stolen for many self-serving reasons that go beyond 'doing what their parents say'. Maybe they’re stealing it to make a larger statement about opening the isle. Or about how treating villains as villains is wrong and they deserve trust because it makes things so much more fun for them in the long run)

(can you tell I haven’t decided on the overall tone of this AU yet lmao)

The story starts when the VKs are being told to get the wand, hand it over, it’ll be easy.

Sure, they say.

Sounds great, they say.

Give us your spellbook and magic mirror and whatever else you’ve got to give, and we absolutely won’t use them to betray you and open the isle on our own terms, they don’t say.

(this story ends before we get to that point, but the implication is there)

The kids arrive in Auradon, as in canon.

Unlike canon, they don’t immediately go for a break-and-enter approach to the museum, because if they’re going to heist this, they’re going to do it right. A good heist takes planning, and patience, and research.

What they do is wait until the weekend, and then inform the school admin that they want to get to know the culture of Auradon.

The museum seems like a great place to start, Evie says earnestly.

We didn’t have anything like it back on the Isle, adds Mal. It would be such a good learning opportunity for us.

And we could see the town. And the candy store. Say the boys.

The school admin caves, because it would be wrong to deny these kids a chance to get to know this history of goodness! They’re just teenagers, and they’ve been doing so well with their first week, and of course they can go into town, do they want a school car to drop them off?

They do not.

The museum is kind of a bust. They spend some time scoping out the security, but they’ve had a whole week to magically-google everything they can about this place, and it’s not much of a surprise that there’s a functionally unbreakable magical alarm system set up around all of the objects.

Time to reassess the plan.

(this is where the political intrigue comes in)

Ben is still a Fundamentally Decent (if slightly boring) guy in this.

Of course, he’s also the one on the line if this whole villainy exchange program goes wrong. It shouldn’t be a surprise that he would come to check up on his flagship students after they have a day out exploring the town.

Oho, Mal thinks. Here’s something they can work with.

Ben is sweet. He’s not terribly interesting, at least at first, but he seems like a guy who genuinely cares about the idea of bringing villain kids over, and can probably be manipulated to their purposes without too much effort.

So the VKs think over their potential plans to get the wand, and decide that yeah, if they can get an in with the future king of Auradon, that’s probably a pretty solid place to start.

Unfortunately, they decide to start this attempt by blatantly flirting.

Audrey is very much a political presence in this fic. She’s not evil by any means, but she is goal oriented and doesn’t necessarily love the idea of VKs coming in and altering her five year plan for herself and her boyfriend.

(I think Aurdey is an interesting character, and I wish she’d been given some better motivations in the first movie beyond ‘mean girl in a high school movie’. So in this fic, where they do still crown the incoming royalty at sixteen, they also believe in setting up children for advantageous marriages. Audrey and Ben have been pushed at each other since they were kids, and yeah, maybe there’s not a lot of actual love between them, but they’re friends and it’s way easier to just date each other and make their parents happy than refuse and risk losing the sway they get with their parents by being the good little obedient golden children who are happy to be put together if it’s what’s best for the future of the realm.)

The point of this is, the VKs send Mal in with her very best flirting, taught to her by Evie in a truly hopeless training montage, and it just-

Fails. Completely.

And now Audrey sort of hates them.

Great.

The other unfortunate piece of this heist is that the relationships between the co-conspirators, the core four, are….somewhat intense. Charged, if you will, with a certain kind of tension.

I’m not saying that Malvie hook up in their pink princess dorm room on the first night and then don’t talk about it for the rest of the story despite blatantly flirting with each other all the time, but yeah actually that might be what I’m saying.

This is the middle of the fic now, and there’s some kind of political drama that leads to the VKs finding out about the coronation.

Maybe it’s teammate bonding, because I think it’s tragically underutilized that Ben and Jay are canonically both sports bros and I want more of that sweet high school sports team drama content.

The point is, they find out about the coronation, and that the wand will be out and about during that day.

Oho, they say. An opportunity.

Building on the sports bros theme, Lonnie gets to be in this story! She’s a cool character and I have a couple of unfinished ideas for her kicking around my fic drive, so she’s going to be here too.

Lonnie finds the VKs in a somewhat compromising state of planning.

Uh, what the fuck is this, she says.

What do you THINK, says Mal, who is not known for keeping her mouth shut.

Looks like...some kind of statement that you’re going to make during the coronation, says Lonnie, who is a nice person and also didn’t hear/see all that much of the planning before she was noticed. (as I’m typing this up I am also remembering the School of Secrets shorts?? Lonnie is absolutely going in this fic as someone who spies on her new friends. It’s almost like canon. She’s the daughter of Mulan. She can sneak when she wants to)

Yes. Exactly. A peaceful political statement, says Evie, who is often a quicker thinker than the others. We are going to… sit at the front in protest. Of how we have been treated. As villains. We deserve the same respect as other students, regardless of who our parents are.

Lonnie is surprisingly on board with this, because honestly, based on some of her costume choices in d1, magical disney utopias seem to be overwhelmingly white for the most part and do not know how to support their international students very well.

(am I still mad about the awful dress she was wearing during the family day scene?? yes.)

So now they have Lonnie on board with their made-up protest plan, and they’ve got Ben and Jay being… actually bros, weirdly enough, and somehow there’s got to be high school political intrigue that I haven’t thought through yet (maybe a group who doesn’t approve of the villainy exchange program is trying to get Ben declared unfit?? Idk. Maybe it’s just different mini kingdoms angling for a good position, and it matters Very Deeply who sits where at the coronation and it’s a whole deal. That one probably works a bit better.) and it’s altogether getting Pretty Far Into Things.

Family day isn’t a big conflict in this AU, because the VKs don’t really care about the whole family gathering and party business without Mal being involved with Ben. They decide to have a chill time hanging out and plotting their heist instead. The wand is going to be taken out before the coronation, but rather than try and grab it in the middle of things, it’s got to be easier to grab it right before or after, while it’s in transport.

They have multiple people who can pick locks. People who can charm guards into letting their guard down for a bit. Ways of getting around even electronic lock systems, given some time.

They hang around the classroom a bit longer after their parent phone call, and get to talking with Fairy Godmother about how maybe, possibly, they could get a real place up at the front during the coronation. It’s a good distraction, and hearing more about the logistics of how things are going to go on the day itself is a perfect segue into asking more about the objects that are used during the coronation. It’s important to understand their new home! No other reason they’d want to know about the history and powers of her wand.

No other reason at all.

They learn that the wand is going into secure storage in Fairy Godmother’s office for the day before the ceremony. Of course, it’s going to be safe enough there. The magical wards at the museum are mostly there in case of emergency, and they’re really more about making sure none of the objects get damaged than they are about theft.

There are no more villains in Auradon, after all.

All things considered, it’s shockingly easy to break into Fairy Godmother’s office the night before the coronation. The wand is in a safe with some magic barriers around it, but Mal has her mother’s spellbook, and Evie has a magic mirror that can look up the answer to pretty much anything they ask, so it’s short work for a pair of magic users who have been practicing their spellwork since they day they left the isle to break the temporary barriers down.

There’s a regular human lock as well, and they give that one to Jay. He’s their lockpicking expert, after all.

And there it is.

Mal grabs the wand. There’s a surge of magical energy up through her hand, burning everywhere she’s touching the silvery metal, but in a way that feels like strength.

And all hell breaks loose.

[lifotni]

You've been given a blank check to create a transformers series starring Elita-1, what would you do with it? Plot, format and priorites are all up to you. No pressure for this, I just love your fics and blog, and your dedication to Elita, and would enjoy your thoughts on this. Have a good day of your favorite things.

I got on our home PC that I only use when I need to do a lot of writing specifically for this ask.

Anon. You might think you know, but you have no idea how much on a daily basis I think about exactly this. I joke with my partner @plenoptic07 and friends that I would change majors, go to film school, somehow become a director with a huge budget just so that I could make a TF movie in order to get the change to make ONE scene in particular *takes a breath* ... but I'm always a little serious about it. So thank you so much for this ask! But gosh, tp be honest I would make a series centering around my fic that its appropriately named "The Fic That Will Never Be Written" in my google docs.

So if I were given free reign, I would unashamedly make a series that centers right on Elita One. It would start with Ariel of course, on Cybertron and it would be an in-depth exploration of Cybertron's cultures. Cultures, in that I am very tired of us focusing on Iacon like that is the only place worth really exploring. What of Tarn? Kaon beyond the gladiator aspects. VOS??? Oh my god I would love to know more about Vos.

But it would follow Ariel as she grows up. We would see Cybertron through her experience, and learn about its many many people with her. Of course Megatron would come it, but I'm not going to go in depth about it lest I spoil anything for the aforementioned fic. Honestly Orion Pax, Megatronus, Starscream, etc, would have somewhat minor rolls though they would obviously be around. That means this would be one hell of a slow burn, but hopefully that keeps my budget coming in, right??

So I would love for each "episode" to be in a kind of chapter format. A period of Elita's life that may sometimes make the series look no unlike a documentary. We would see Cybertron's larger conflicts in the background, such as in the media Ariel sees, who she meets, and what she gets caught up in. But of course this is her early life. Very early because I feel that no matter if she even tried not to, Ariel would not be able to help but get herself involved in Cybertron's conflicts. Slowly but surely, be in getting involved with Megatron or otherwise.

I would want for this series to explore the beginning of the Decepticons. How the Decepticons started and how their rhetoric was first concieved. I'm just skimming the surface of all I could get into with that but I hope at least some of what I'm putting down is getting picked up. I want Ariel to be the initial founder of the decepticons... Megatron just happened to be loud and got the most credit because he did the speeches Ariel wrote for him.

And if this is perhaps the first season, I want there to be cuts to the "present", which will be the Autobot and Decepticon's war when its really getting to the thick of it. Optimus is the Prime of course, Megatron is leading the Decepticons and both factions are militarized. And we are still following Elita, but at this point the audience doesn't know just how Ariel became Elita. And sometime within the season, it will become aparent that no one else does either, and currently the timeline of the War has it that Ariel was killed.

And now everybody has to wait for season two.

OooOOOooOOOO I know, I know. But if I go any further, I'll spoil my fic beyond what will be obvious in the first chapter or two.

But Anon, thank you so much for this ask, and also for the kind words! You've got me feeling all warm inside. Thank you so much for reading my fics, I put my heart into them and to know that people genuinely enjoy them... it just really gets me going and its comments like this that give me the drive to keep writing.

[kuroosweakness]

Hi Lia! Hope you are doing well. I don't know if you are taking requests at the moment, but before I blabber out anything let me just tell you that your blog is one of my comfort blogs, like whenever I feel dejected (which is often), I just come to your Kuroo writings and get a fresh dose of serotonin, endorphins, oxytocin, dopamine, no matter how many times I re-read them.

Okay so here's the thing! It's kind of comfort/self-indulgent of sorts. So, like the scenario is that the reader is insecure that maybe they are too smart, studious/nerdy and independent for Kuroo. Like normally they are indifferent and doesn't even bother what is happening around, but at times they feel slightly sad when all the girls flock around Kuroo, to help them with studies or any other tasks. They know very well that some of them purposely come to him to see him and to spend time with him (Like he is so charismatic!!). But Kuroo being a sweet and helpful senior can never deny them. So reader has thoughts like "I wish I were dumb and stupid", which of course somehow Kuroo gets to know and consoles them. Like you know saying stuff like "I love your beautiful mind", "only you can find the stupid faults in my pickup lines", "genuinely laugh at my chemistry jokes", "you are my partner-in-crime" etc etc.

Feel free to shorten this request and add more characters if you feel like, as per your convenience but I am not over with my rant yet. I hope you won't mind, I just needed to vent out.

So basically the thing is I am a NERD and there are many reasons on why I love Kuroo but most importantly I feel like I could have mentally stimulating conversations with him since he is an officially recognized chem dork by the fandom. And um since I am passionate about chemistry along with every other subject under the sky (Nerd things, yeah!), so you know. But usually in most of the fics it is shown that the reader is not good at studies, and asks him for help and him being cheeky, and helping the reader out by tutoring them, like nothing wrong in that but at times I feel left out because I honestly don't need any help with my homework or any tutoring in study dates. I am at top of my work even though I procrastinate a lot. How about discussing cool stuff about the subjects that we study over such sessions? Another pathetic thing that I have observed is this disastrous pick up line used in Kuroo fics (I am sorry if you have ever mentioned it or liked it. I don't mean to hurt you) is that - "Are you a compound made up of Beryllium and Barium because you are a total BaBe"..... Like ughhhh give me a break! Beryllium and Barium have the same oxidation state of +2 , so they can't really combine to form a compound duhhh!!! Or maybe I don't know, probably Kuroo won't like a smart or studious s/o?

Anyways, I am sorry if I wasted your time and thank you if you read all of it. Sending you loads of love and take no stress. You have the complete liberty to not write this request and if you choose to write this then thank you so much <3 <3

omg hi there! i get where you're coming from!! and to answer your question, he'd most definitely love having a nerdy s/o who'll geek out over things that stimulates his brain! to be able to have complex talks and arguments with you is one of his favorite past times :) he'll talk about the things that he wonders about to you and whenever he comes across a trick question/puzzle, he'll go to you like "can you figure this out? i've been stuck on it for ages!"

and if you figure it out easily, he'll be dumbfounded ahahha

i'm very very glad that this is a comfort blog for you :' in all honesty, it's a comfort blog for me too. it feels wonderful to be able to have a platform where i can share my thoughts and interact with others who have the same ideas

about the scenario, i'd be happy to write it! but firstly, do not ever wish you're dumb and dependent >:( whaaa the things i'd trade for your brain???

- your independence and intelligence are traits that kuroo looks up to. although you're already his s/o, your independence gives him chances to seek your attention and love, all while having the reassurance that you love him already. he can have fun teasing you and chasing after you for affection, all while knowing he'll get the love back!

i don't know if this is making sense lol but kuroo wouldn't fall behind or cling onto you, instead find his own ways to turn your independence into something he finds a lot of joy in. and also because he's quite independent and busy himself, he totally understands you!

and yes, there will most likely be a flock of girls (and guys 👀) lined up outside his door to spend time with him (kuroo and his charismatic charms that are too good for their own sake) he makes it quite clear that's he's already taken and has zero interest in them besides helping out! but also, getting other peoples' attention does feel good, so his schedule involves a lot of tutoring and helping others.

except it's not a pretty sight when you walk into the library where you're supposed to meet him, and see the close proximity between him and the girl he's "tutoring"

who said that he doesn't need your help?? help goes both ways!! kuroo would go to you and seek your help and attention :) and also because he likes to have an excuse to spend time with you, all while understanding the concepts he's been struggling with!

if you ever have those "i wish i was dumb and stupid" thoughts, (which 1. you should literally NEVER BE HAVING) then kuroo would likely notice *somehow*

idk it's like his 6th sense...to connect actions and facial expressions with thoughts. he'll teasingly tell you "if you didn't have that brain and personality of yours, who'll i go to for help? you're supposed to be my plan A here"

no but seriously, what'll he ever do without you? you're making him feel *negative feelings* when you have those thoughts!

and so the conversation will turn into him covering your face in small kisses. he'll hold the sides of your face and stare at the top of your head, saying something ridiculous like "i'd kiss your brain too if i could"

and of course, you'll nudge him and he'll laugh.

you're genuinely the only one he loves giving those pick-up lines and complex jokes, mostly because 1. he loves your laugh 2. you're the only one who understands! you two will have many, many inside jokes that no one else knows about, and he thinks that's special

also, less and less girls will start going to him for help after he keeps dropping those "yeah no problem...review on monday? sorry 'bout that, i'm hanging out with my s/o that day"

or "oh, it's okay to not understand this. i didn't know what was going on until my s/o taught it to me"

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YES having mentally stimulating conversations with him!!!! deep talks!! not only would you be able to have deep and complex convos with him, but also light hearted ones about movie characters, songs...he's a very open-minded person and that's what i love about him :'

how. are. you. so. smart. and. on. top. of. things. gimme ur skills and motivations D:

although you don't need tutoring on study dates, kuroo would search up difficult problems that requires a lot of critical thinking and *poof* hopefully, you'll be stuck and he'll feel all proud for knowing something you don't (bonk him on the head for me)

but if you do figure it out, he'll be like o_o the whole rest of the study date

RIGHT !! BaBe does not work together lollll (omg i've never thought about their oxidation states :0) but it's still a cute joke in a way :)

but yeah, i don't like those scientific jokes very much either. they get old after a while D:

if kuroo ever drops that joke on you, tell him to do better and he'll laugh and walk away, later trying to think of a better and accurate one

wdym kuroo won't like a studious s/o ?!!!! OF COURSE HE WOULD

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no time wasted here! :) i hope my insights and thoughts were good enough because i didn't really do much writing :'D again, kuroo would be head over heels for you. *sends a handful of love and me and my neighborhood stray cat that reminds me of kuroo* <33

[indecisive-behaviors]

Okay so I just reblogged a thing talking about season 2 and 3 of Cobra Kai and I have some Thoughts about what they did to everyone’s character arcs in this so if you’d like a rant it’s under the cut with spoilers from all 3 seasons plus spoilers for all 3 Karate Kid movies

Okay so my issues start with one very key scene that I personally think fucked up the whole rest of the narrative, and by extension everyone else’s character arcs: which is from Different but Same. And no not that scene- not yet at least.

The first scene that I think fucked over the narrative and killed several character arcs was the beach scene. Miguel, reasonably distraught over the idea that Sam is hiding him from her dad(which she is actually doing to be fair), gets completely drunk and when Sam and Robby arrive together he loses it, pushes Sam and subsequently gets dumped. Now why do I think this ruined everything? It completely goes against Miguel’s character up to this point. Miguel is absolutely trying to mimic Johnny in a lot of key ways but also up to this point Miguel has also been Johnny’s conscience; he’s smart and kind and had not at all shown to be anything even close to what Johnny was in KK1. He’s stood up for his friends, defended the girl he likes from bullies, he’s a huge mama’s boy and a bit of a hopeless romantic. In no episode up until that point does he ever display any tendency towards unnecessary violence, despite Johnny’s “strike first” motto. Miguel getting wasted and violent does not add up in my mind. Miguel is supposed to be a narrative parallel to Daniel for fuck sake. Also, and this is my main complaint, there is no fucking reason for Miguel to immediately jump to the conclusion that Sam is seeing Robby- literally none. They look very much alike, hell Robby looks a little like Amanda honestly, he could very well be her cousin for all Miguel knows. Robby and Sam don’t even act like a couple in the shot- they’re literally just sitting next to each other at family dinner. None of this subplot makes any fucking sense.

And then, obviously, there’s the very next scene- Johnny goes with Daniel back to his place, tipsy and happy and seemingly in a very good place with each other. Then Robby shows up, Johnny loses his shit and Daniel proceeds to get pissed and kick Robby out. Now there is one thing I point out about this scene whenever I talk about it that doesn’t add up: no where in this scene is it ever even implied that either Johnny or Daniel know about Robby’s original intentions. (Also nothing up till that point ever even establishes why Robby knows about Daniel and Johnny’s rivalry in the first fucking place for the record). There is no reason for Johnny to suspect that Daniel knew and was hiding it, or even that Robby was doing it on purpose, and there is no reason for Daniel to get mad or even suspect that Robby knew what he was doing or was lying about it; and the fact of the matter is that Robby never actually lied(also Daniel never fucking asked) about his home situation. His mom was neglectful and an addict, and his father wasn’t in the picture. That’s it, and none of that was a lie. Now I’m not sitting here and denying that what Robby did was wrong because it absolutely was-- it was manipulative and unfair to Daniel and he had a right to be angry when he found out it was the case but there is nothing to suggest that he didn’t just jump to conclusions. And also, personally, I don’t think any of that justifies kicking a teenager to the curb, and one that Daniel explicitly knows has no one and nothing to fall back on. Be angry, be furious with Robby, but leaving a teenager to fend for themselves is cruel and completely unjustifiable behavior from a grown ass adult(also there’s a whole can of worms involved in Daniel never trying to figure out where the fuck Robby’s parents are and letting him live there without an explanation but that’s for a different rant).

Now assume none of that weird subplot happens, there is another way to have the Robby and Miguel rivalry that would have made so much more fucking sense and it only hinges on one fucking thing- Robby enters the tournament. It could be with or without Daniel’s approval(maybe even with a KK3 parallel, but Daniel honestly seems pretty into the tournament these days so he’d probably be down for Robby joining and reping Miyagi-do), but all we need is for him to do it.  Robby gets there, and Johnny sees him, potentially rocking a Miyagi-do gi and can have his surprised/hurt moment with him and Daniel, even potentially a confrontation between them. We can also still have Miguel beating Robby in the tournament and having Johnny be conflicted about his son losing. Hawk can even still hurt him and give Johnny his “holy shit this is wrong” epiphany and Miguel not understanding why Johnny wants him to go easy on Robby. Robby can still be hurt and upset by thinking Johnny cares more about Miguel after he loses.

Okay now as for season 2? Assuming everything stays the same in season 1, I have one MAJOR complaint. Robby becoming Sam’s love interest; and no it’s not because I think Miguel and Sam should be an endgame couple when the show is over(I do but that’s beside the point) but because it turns Sam into a plot device. This carries over into season 3 where she starts dating Miguel again and apparently just never breaks it off with Robby which is such a dick move I can not for the life of me imagine Sam of all fucking people doing it. She isn’t perfect by any means but she’s also outspoken and and much more confident by that point and should not have had a problem breaking up with someone in an email. But I digress, back to season 2- the moment I saw that Sam and Robby were going to be a couple I immediately knew the writers fucked up. There was no build up for it, nothing in season 1 to foreshadow this as a possibility(Different but Same doesn’t count because that was a whiplash of an episode) and they just decided offhandedly to put her in the middle of Robby’s and Miguel’s rivalry. There was no reason to make them a couple other than to fuck with Miguel and set up the Tory & Sam rivalry which could have happened fucking anyway with the shit at the country club, the rift between Sam and Aisha, and Miguel’s ongoing feelings for Sam even after he’s dating Tory(also a dick move what the fuck Miguel??). Adding Robby as fuel to the fire was super unnecessary and all it did was set up the clusterfuck that was the season 2 finale.

And OH BOY was that finale a clusterfuck. First of all, as a prelude- Fuck. Daniel. He pulled the exact same shit as in season 1 with dumping Robby the second he does anything even a little bit wrong. But also, as a gut punch, Robby didn’t actually do anything wrong. What was he supposed to do at the party? He couldn’t stop Sam from drinking even though he wanted to, it was her (very poor) choice. But he did what he could, he kept an eye on her, and when the cops showed up, he didn’t just leave her, he put her in the car and drove her somewhere he thought she’d be safe without having to immediately face her father(who super fucking overreacted btw) while she was recovering. This scene, which could have been an excellent bonding moment for Johnny and Robby, and an introduction to Sam getting to know Johnny outside of her father’s influence, was turned into a brawl for no fucking reason. 

Which leads me to the school fight. And right off the bat I’ve got to say this; even as, and maybe especially as, a person who has written post season 3 fix it fics, there is no way for Robby and Miguel to convincingly fix what happened in the season 2 finale. Yes, what Robby did was absolutely an accident and he has already done his time for it. But the elephant in the room is this: Miguel could have died. Or at the very least, been totally paralyzed. There is not a good way to come back from that. They will always have that hanging over their heads, even if they somehow reach an understanding. And I know someone is going to try and make the argument about that being a parallel to Johnny and Daniel in KK1, but if it is that it’s a terrible parallel. What Johnny did was supremely fucked up and I won’t deny that, especially with the Halloween scene and Daniel’s knee in the tournament(which actually was technically more Bobby’s doing, but I digress), but it was never “almost permanently disable/kill someone” bad. (Again there’s a whole can of worms to open about the shit with Chozen and Daniel’s seemingly pretty easy forgiveness of a man who tried to kill him because what the fuck?? But again that’s another rant.) But the writers wanted to push the envelope so now Johnny will always have the tug of war of choosing Robby, who he loves but who also really fucked up, and Miguel, who was the original reason for the rivalry in the first place but who was also the one who, again, almost died because of his son, even if he somehow fixes his relationship with both. It will always be “why did you pick him over me?” and Johnny will never have a good enough answer for either of them. And finally the big complaint- Johnny completely regressing in season 3. Season 3 honestly felt like a rehashing of season 1 because we literally had to see him progress in his arc all over again from square fucking one. He still isn’t there for Robby, he’s still fucking up things with Miguel and his family, he’s still fucking up his relationship with Daniel, he still chooses to miss his appointment with Robby to see Miguel(who would have been there after the appointment and he could have seen him then), he abandons half of his fucking students to fend for themselves and leaves the other half with a man he knows is a dangerous psychopath. And yes we get the cool scene at the end of December 19, but is it worth it?? I’m genuinely asking because, as much as I love that scene, I really don’t believe it is.(edit: Also fuck that whole subplot with Eli and Demetri- you don’t get to just break the arm of the boy who was your best friend and just have that go away with no repercussions. Fuck. That. I hope Demetri gets at minimum an actual on screen apology, and hopefully Eli actually trying to make amends.)

We could have still had the big team up- have Johnny admit to Daniel that he’s fucked up and tell him everything that’s happening with Kreese. Have them join forces to defeat Kreese in the tournament. Have the dumb fucking bet. Introduce Terry Silver in season 4. Have Johnny’s and Daniel’s tenuous truce strained at every turn because they’re idiots. Do all of it. But y’know what? We could have had all of that- all of it- without it being at the expense of at least 2 character arcs; Johnny’s and also Robby’s.

Also before I end this I just have to add- nothing and I mean nothing will ever redeem Kreese or Silver for me. I do not give a singular shit about either of their tragic backstories, I just don’t. I get why and how Chozen got his redemption- he was a teenager when that shit happened, and while the shit he pulled is personally unforgivable in my opinion, he has actively been trying to redeem himself by spending the last however many decades making it up to his community. I’d even understand a Barnes redemption to an extent, even though I wouldn’t accept it, because he was also very young and being manipulated by, again, a dangerous psychopath. But Kreese and Silver? Abso-fucking-lutely not. They were two grown ass adults who purposefully targeted an 18 year old and put him through emotional and physical for weeks, paid someone to intimidate him through both threats of physical violence but also through vandalism, and gaslighted him and isolated him from the only family he had at the time because he beat them in a children’s karate competition. Look, I’m not sorry, I don’t give a fuck about Kreese’s tragic backstory, nothing about what Kreese has done can be rationalized by just saying “oh his mom and girlfriend died and he was in ‘Nam”. And any good thing he does for Tory, or even Robby, does not balance out all the harm he has caused. Silver is even less redeemable- I don’t care that he almost died in war, I’m an army brat I know plenty of people who almost died and don’t act like this. In canon we have evidence of him being completely, unrepentantly evil- the first scene with him in it has him basically confirmed as the BP of nuclear waste, he pays people so he can beat them up, he’s been personally funding Kreese’s child indoctrination classes. They could pull out the saddest backstory for him possible and I would not give a shit. And that’s fine. We don’t need every bad guy to have a tragic backstory- sometimes an evil villain can just be an evil villain for no reason, not all of them need a traumatic turning point that the authors shove in to make the audience sympathize with them. So please, writers, stop trying to make me feel sorry for them because I really don’t and I don’t understand anyone who does.

Okay rant over.

[daddyqr]

Do you think you’ll be leaving the fandom for good? 🥺 Sometimes I feel that way because it gets really tiring. All of the fights on stan twitter get pointless and repetitive for me that it ruins being a fan, kind of? It seems to be getting worse, not better 😞

I genuinely have no idea tbh with you,when I joined back when I was 14 I thought by now I'd have other more adult~ish interests like idk golf and real state hahaha, truth is the joy 1d and Harry and Larry brought me is something that I haven't managed to feel with any other artists or media , so I'm still a little trapped here plus i love love loveeee the community we've created on Twitter, even if sometimes I get annoyed, I've met so many cool friends thanks to this Fandom and the easiest way to keep in contact with them is to somehow still be in the fandom? At least a little? So I guess for now the answer is no? I still have a ton of fics I wanna write, and I still enjoy a good dirty joke on Twitter.

Whether you leave the fandom or not is up to you and what you feel is best, I think if you can, I'd advice you to try to find other interests (don't be like me lmao) other artists, or movies, shows, books etc so that you stop being so attached to this very toxic fandom, I also think spending too much time on social media can harm ur mental wellness a lot so go out as much as you can, find other hobbies that don't involve you being online, spend time with people face to face, all of this with precautions and yadda yadda cause covid is still out there etc.

And lastly, try to make Twitter a Safe space for you, this is easier said than done cause I still don't manage to do this, but this means, block the ppl you need to block, the words you need to mute, if you hate seeing always the same fights break out, mute the words that are in those tweets like for example I have "straight" muted cause idgaf about dumb arguments about louis or Harry being straight etc. You're never muting too many words, make it so that you only see content you wanna see.

Again, this is easier said than done cause I'm literally avoiding Twitter rn cause ik my moots will mention you know what pics and that'll make me nauseous so, it's a work in progress

[uchiharunos]

Well hello 👋

I dislike getting involved in Tumblr drama these days because this place just gets more tiring day by day and it’s been a long while since I have shifted to Twitter. However as it is, since the root of the discourse seems to be here, I thought I would give a piece of my mind here too as I have been sharing it on Twitter.

I consider myself a consumer and a minor producer. Yes, a producer because if readers/supporters can be reduced to mere consumers of “fan creators” then these so called people are the producers. It’s the only right thing to say in my opinion. That said, if people are bent on making fandom, a space where fans of an original work join and create/enjoy being together because fandom is supposed to be a place to enjoy, a getaway from reality, an escape where you make friends with people who genuinely share the same interests and enthusiasm as you and not some fucking business transaction where consumers are merely described as “people sucking off content creators” then fuck them.

While I do support the idea of leaving fan-authors reviews(I honestly LOVE getting even one review on my work) I do not support the idea of guilt tripping and shaming people to do so. As a girl who comes from a non English speaking country, I can tell you not everyone learns English and grammar from proper sources ( it’s mostly the tv shows, movies some books here and there because believe me it’s hard to even get classic best selling books here which are readily available in other countries) and the confidence to speak/write a second or third language. It doesn’t come naturally. It hard to not doubt your grammar, your use of words while communicating with a person who you don’t know personally or have never talked with one on one. It’s hard.

So no I don’t blame readers for not always leaving me reviews because I understand. Reviews for me are an added gift. A gift I don’t even think I always deserve because I do not think I am perfect, I do not think I deserve to be placed upon such a high pedestal by people who admire me because I have written some words on the internet (which I am sure have a thousand grammatical mistakes) I don’t know how anyone else takes this, but please, please know kudos/subscribe or favorite/follow means a lot too. You are NOT trash if you do those. I understand, because I have been there once too. I understand how you can have issues, I understand how you might find me intimidating, I understand my fanfiction not being you cup of coffee, I understand. I do not believe in give and take, in fact, I thank people who have even spared a little of their time to enjoy my art/edits and fanfiction. I may not know how happy my fic made you but the feeling you felt while reading my fic? That’s something important to me. Knowing something always doesn’t make it better.

Now, don’t ever feel sad that a fanfic author left fandom because that one time you didn’t review. That one time you didn’t appreciate them. No. Every creator starts off small, and I believe when they do start creating its because they need an outlet to share their love for their ship with other people. I personally write for sasusaku, and not anyone else. I love it when you enjoy, but to me, my readers are secondary to my love and need to write/draw sasusaku and to explore them in different settings/universes. So it’s a gift to me if you enjoy what I enjoy doing. THAT MEANS A LOT BELIEVE ME.

The fandom is NOT dying. Don’t take these tumblr randoms make you believe something it isn’t. Yes it is inactive on Tumblr (I think so because that’s what my mutuals on Twitter have been telling me and from what I see) but on Twitter? It’s active as ever. Not 2014 active, because lets be honest, when a series ends most people move onto different fandoms because they get different interests and it’s been roughly 6 years. That was bound to happen.

Thankfully, Sasuke Retsuden revived most of the fandom again. I would like to believe since then many people have shifted to Twitter (because I have been making lot of new friends lately haha who told me they shifted because this place sucks!) and all in all, if you know how to block those antis on Twitter, it’s a really neat place [I can say that people on Twitter have more brains than here] I would think that we are still the most active part of the Naruto fandom there, along with Japanese artists/fans. So if you are ever considering to shift there, (there’s so much more engagement for arts/fics there too) please do so?!

Also ( I forgot to add this before) but FANDOM ISNT A ONE PERSON THING. ALL OF YOU AND ME, SILENT READER OR NOT, CONTENT CREATOR OR NOT, REGARDLESS OF YOUR FANBASE/ FOLLOWER COUNT AND POPULAR CIRCLE OF FRIENDS KEEP THIS FANDOM ALIVE.

Anyways, this has to be the longest post on my tumblr that was posted by me. Lastly, I would say the thing which I have always wanted to, review from your heart, review something that actually made you feel and support only if you want to. Everyone is in a bad place somehow,not everyone’s life is all sunshine and rainbows. Don’t review because you would be shamed if you didn’t do so, not because your conscience would keep nagging you how bad of a person you are if you didn’t leave a review. It’s not the pity I need, it’s the love I would prefer. Always remember kudos/likes are enough too.❤️

[0quinn-the-gay0]

There ISNT ENOUGH ROWENA/READER SO I MADE A FAN FIC.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

When you first met her, you were helping Sam and Dean deal with the big baby that was the King of Hell. Crowley was being, well, the King of Hell. He was wreaking havoc, Sam and Dean were trying to stop him. Apparently, he was addicted to Human blood, just like how Sam was addicted to Demon blood. When Rowena showed up, you could feel the pit in your stomach grow. Although, it wasn’t out of fear. For some reason, she could see right through you. She would flirt with you, until either Dean or Sam stepped in. She would back off, but wink.

Whenever you’d see Rowena, it seemed to happen. She would flirt with her perfect hair, her perfect eyes, perfect face, perfect magic, perfect perfect perfect!

You hate Rowena, because she is so fucking perfect.

But for some reason, one night, when she stopped by the bunker again, something seemed off. It was at this point, you knew that Lucifer was out of the cage again and riding Cas. Rowena looked.... scared. An emotion you’d never seen on her before, it had scared you.

“Rowena, a—are you okay?” You had asked, looking for some reason why she was sad. Looking for that spark in her eyes, but you couldn’t find it. “Aye, lass. I need your help. I’m not one to beg, but it’s either you, or the Winchesters.” She stopped and laughed. “The last time, we didn’t end in a good note. I can’t see them.” She explained. Rowena could read people like a book, so she saw the confusion in your eyes before you could speak. “And, no, it doesn’t involve murder or killing anyone, lass.” She answered.

You allowed her to come in, the boys were on a milk run, they were probably going to be back in an hour or two. “So, Ro, what do you need? Is it Crowley again? Because if it is-” she interrupted you, “no, lass, it isn’t my poor excuse of a son. It’s, well. You..” She paused, looking for a reaction. You squinted your eyes.

You were confused.

“Why is it me?” You asked. Was she going to confess? Would this be your chance to confess to her about how you feel?- “Lucifer is after you, dear. Knowing how horrible he can be, I wanted to let you know. I have a hex bag, if he gets close to you.” Oh. Well, you could deal with that later. “Thank you, Rowena. Wait- why is he after me?” “Leverage, deary.” She stated matter of factly. As if she wasn’t surprised or scared at all. She put the hex bag in your back pocket. You went to move, but her hand was still there.

“Rowena, uh, you can uh let go now.” She squeezed your ass, and made you squeak. She winked, she was just playing. “Rowena. Stop. Please.” You spit out. She takes the hint and stops. You really Sam and Dean were here. Rowena just stared at you, wondering if you’d make a move. “So, dear. You are beautiful, you know that?” The hex bag in your back pocket began to shake. “Uh...” you stuttered out, “uhh, thank you.” Great. You’re a blushing mess in front of one of the most powerful witches. Honestly, you didn’t feel like yourself. Cas, Sam, Dean was all washed from your mind.

You get a call from Sam. “Hello? Y/n? We need your help researching.” You groaned. “Sam, dammit, I thought you researched it already?” You heard Dean yell “yeah, bitch.” “Because, Y/n.”

“That’s not an answer, Winchester.” You snapped. You heard Sam sigh. Dean asked Sam for the phone, they fought for 2 minutes forgetting about you. Finally, you hear Dean say: “Y/n. We need to research what knocks out an alpha Vampire, but doesn’t kill it.”

“Dean. I though you and Sam were just going for groceries? Why did you lie?” You demanded, more annoyed than ever. “We didn’t want you to get hurt, sweetheart.” You heard Dean say, the name calling, the pet names were not helping your anger. You were frustrated with Dean and Sam, and also sexually frustrated. “Dear, are you alright?” Rowena asked. “Y/n/n, who is that?” “It’s Rowena, Dean.” You stated.

The line went silent. “We’re coming home. Now.” Dean said. “Guys, whatever this is about, you need the alpha blood. I’ll research. Rowena was just giving me a protection hex bag.” You state. “Plus, if anything goes south, I’ll keep you guys in my pocket.” You said. “Y/n/n please, be safe.” Sam said. “Will do, Samsquatch.” You pretended to hang up, putting your phone in your pocket.

“Honestly, love, I don’t know why you hang out with those dumbasses. They’re just trouble, hot, and daddy issues.” She said, you snorted. “Yeah, says you who could easily snap my neck right now.” You said. “Y/n, I wanted to let you know, I will always be here.” Rowena stated. “Rowena, I-”

“Enough, Y/n. You don’t have to say anything. Girl-to-girl here, we have to stick with each other.” She says. You felt the pit growing in your stomach, although it was not fear. Somehow, Rowena had gotten closer. Although you were scared, you didn’t move. She kissed you. Rowena. The woman you’ve been fantasizing about for 5 months, is kissing you. Her hands reach down, and her knee goes in between your legs. You gasp. The other side of the phone, was Sam and Dean calling for you. You’d forgotten about them.

As she was kissing you, she pulled your phone out of your pocket. She puts it on speaker. “Hello, boys.” She greets. “Rowena. If you-” “Yes, yes Samual, you’ll kill me if I touch her, or hurt her. I know the pleasantries.” She deadpans. “Bye-bye boys, Y/n is sick, and she can’t research right now.” She hung up the phone, Sam and Dean not getting a chance to respond.

“R-Ro. What was that?” You asked. Genuinely confused. “That, my dear, was a kiss.” She stated. You made your bitch face, “I know that was a kiss, smartass. Why?” You questioned. “Oh, because my dear. Without that, the protection spell wouldn’t work.” She stated.

You smiled. You were feeling flirty. “If that’s what gets you to kiss me, I’d do it more often.” You said without thinking.

Wait.

Rowena starts laughing, all your embarrassment washed away. You laughed along with her. All your worries had flown out the window. Her laugh makes your chest feel light, her smile makes you feel high. You’re both laughing, now. “Dear, if you wanted to kiss me so bad, you could’ve asked.” She laughs, her smile is breathtaking. “Ro, I- I-“ you begin, trying to calm your laughter. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” You say.

Rowena stopped laughing. This is where I die. You think.

“Y/n. No ones said that about me for... centuries.” Rowena confesses. “I’m sorry, Ro, I shouldn’t have-”

She cuts you off with a kiss. This time, it’s passionate. It’s loving. Her pale hands roam your body, and you throw your arms around her neck. Her hands going up and down your sides.

The kiss was hot, so unbelievably hot. You knew you had a thing for girls, but you never thought you would fall for a witch. Although your rational side was screaming at you to stop, to hit her, she’s a witch, your unrealistic side kicked in, drowning out the rational part of your brain.

Rowena broke the kiss. She stared at you, lovingly.

You two go to the couch, sitting down, you cup your hand around her cheek. “Rowena, I love you.” You said. “Lass, the last time I loved someone like this, he died because I killed him.” She stated, laughing. “Don’t worry, Ro, I’m sure you won’t kill me.” You replied. “How can you be so sure?” She asked, booping your nose. You chuckled, “I’m not sure, Ro, but I trust that you won’t kill me.” You laughed, cuddling with her. You two stayed like that for 20 minutes before you got an idea.

“Hey, Ro? Have you ever seen Harry Potter?” You asked, getting up from the couch. You moved over to the tv, you turned it on, and grabbed the remote. “No, dear, I haven’t” Rowena replied, obviously excited. “It’s a movie about witches and warlocks, and wizards. It had dragons and all that jazz!” You said excitedly. Rowena paused, and smiled. She seemed excited about it. “Well then, let’s get to it!”

While the movie was playing, Rowena would comment on how poor the spells were. You kept having to remind her that the main characters were only 11. “But, when I was 11, I was already making havoc.” She said, “well, Ro, these children just started school. They can’t learn everything in one year.” You replied.

The rest of the movie went off without a hitch. But, your stomach could tell that there was something wrong. You and Rowena by the end of the movie, kissed again. But it was getting heated. “R-Ro” you moaned, as she trailed her tongue down your neck and collar bone. You stared at each other.

The fluttering of wings break your trances. You freeze.

(Part 1/2)

[doubledeaky]

Man in the Mirror

Joe Mazzello x Reader Smut

A/N: Hi, everyone! Thought I’d treat you all to a lil Joe fic while I’m working on the third part to “See What a Fool I’ve Been.” Had the idea for this a few weeks ago and finally finished it today! This is my first smut so please be nice and feel free to leave constructive feedback! Hope you all enjoy! As always, feedback is very much appreciated! Much love! -m:)

Summary: Joe has been struggling with some body issues after the enormous success of Bohemian Rhapsody, due in part to the media’s constant prying and criticism. On a particularly hard day, you remind him just how beautiful he is.

Word Count: 3,883 words

Warnings: mentions of a negative body image and insecurities, brief mention of a panic attack, sexual content (18+ only please!), cursing, general angst and fluff

Note: I can’t stop you but, please do not read if you are under the age of eighteen, thank you! Also, keep in mind all scenarios mentioned here are fiction! Thanks!

Joe had always been confident. That’s just how he was, it was a part of his identity. However, this confidence had begun to wane as the success and popularity of the newest movie he was starring in steadily increased. Don’t get him wrong, Joe had absolutely loved the “Bohemian Rhapsody” experience. Traveling the world, meeting new people, making new friends and of course, gaining new fans; it was all great. However, the movie had been Joe’s first big commercial success in a while and he’d forgotten what it was like to be thrust into the public eye. Constant media attention, whether negative or positive, was something he didn’t think he’d ever get used to. He enjoyed the praise of his professional equals and the dedicated support of fans but there were drawbacks.

Joe wouldn’t consider himself conventionally attractive, he knew that, but the media constantly reminding him that he isn’t as attractive as his “Bohemian Rhapsody” co-stars or that he doesn’t fit the bill of a Hollywood star was beginning to eat away at him. The dull ache in his chest had been growing steadily more noticeable over the last few weeks. Even after the release of the movie, months of press conferences, and awards season; the press really hadn’t cut him any slack. They criticized nearly every aspect of his being; his looks, his personality, his acting ability—everything. For the most part, he could handle it, but it was becoming an overwhelming presence in his life. He couldn’t escape it and Joe often found himself questioning his worth on a regular basis. Joe welcomed constructive criticism, but the words plastered on tabloid covers were just low and cruel. Seeing the occasional negative article or comment about his acting never really bothered him, but, for some reason, the ones involving his physical appearance struck a nerve in him. Today was especially difficult, he was upset to the point of being inconsolable. He had been sprawled out on his bed with tears blurring his vision occasionally, in and out of his view every few minutes. He made no noise but the tear-soaked sheets behind his head spoke volumes. 

He groaned quietly as he sat up, glancing at the mirror across the room and suddenly felt dread settle in his gut. He’d been avoiding his reflection as of late, but that was pretty difficult considering his career revolved around being constantly gawked at by the judging eyes of others on a fifty-foot screen. Appearance was everything in his line of work and it really was taking a toll on his spirit. Nevertheless, he turned towards the mirror and narrowed his eyes which were still blurry with tears. He pushed himself from the bed and positioned himself at the front of the mirror, right in the middle, in all his glory. He grimaced, feeling beyond vulnerable under his own critical gaze. He ran his right hand over his bare chest, which the magazines thought wasn’t muscular enough and now, he did too. He felt his racing heartbeat under his palm and his hand fell limply to his side. His left hand came up to pinch the small amount of fat around his middle. “Disgusting,” the word printed in a soot black on those magazine covers taunted him mercilessly. He sighed deeply, his chest rattling under the threat of growing sobs. He pressed hard against his lower abdomen with two fingers, feeling for muscle underneath the very thin layer of fat enveloping his lower stomach. They were there, and they felt strong and lean, but it wasn’t good enough for the judging eyes of the press; nothing he did ever was. His hands came up to his face as his eyes carefully scanned over his features. Joe had never disliked his face until his fame began to grow. People were always quick to poke fun at his aquiline nose and fire-red hair, his freckles and, he’d be the first one to admit, large forehead. Those were once things he liked; they made him feel different among a sea of similar faces. Now he felt like an outsider; these things he once appreciated were now holding him back and he felt angry, he felt cheated. His arm fell to his side and he toyed with the waistband of the sweats he wore. With each passing moment, he was reminded of every way in which he was inadequate. He wasn’t tall enough, wasn’t attractive enough, wasn’t muscular enough; he wasn’t good enough. The thoughts were overwhelming, and his head ached; a sharp sting in his temples reminding him of an impending migraine. His breathing picked up and the pressure in his chest was suffocating him. There it is, a panic attack. 

His breaths were swallow and he walked backwards slowly until the backs of his knees hit the end of his bed. He fell back and gripped his head in both hands, suddenly feeling faint. He could no longer hold back. A violent sob ripped from his throat, almost coming out as a scream. He clenched his jaw, his teeth clamping harshly against one another. His entire body shook, ribs sore from heaving so aggressively. His mind begged his lungs to breath and somehow, they listened, taking in a big gulp of air then releasing it slowing. His breathing eventually evened out and the crushing pressure in his chest was reduced to a slight tautness. He unclenched his jaw and fists, letting them fall from their previous position in his hair. His scalp felt sore from the force at which he was pulling his locks. He straightened out his posture and resumed his gaze in the mirror. He just had a panic attack and by the looks of it, he was hunting for another by repeating the very action that had triggered said episode.

Joe stared blankly at his reflection. An array of emotions still bounced between the walls of his mind. Anger, disgust, sadness, numbness; he couldn’t exactly pinpoint the particular sentiment he was experiencing. What was completely clear in the mess of thoughts swirling in his subconscious was that he hated the form staring back at him with red-rimmed, cold eyes, endlessly taunting him. Nausea welled up in his throat and he had to swallow hard to prevent the gag present at the back of his throat. Hot tears wet his cheeks again and he finally was able to identify a strong sense of anger billowing in his chest. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he be as successful or attractive as his co-stars? Why?

Joe felt his fist ball up tightly, nails pressing painfully into the skin of his palm. He resisted the urge to destroy any object within his reach and tried to relax on the edge of his bed in an attempt to find peace. He huffed in frustration, bringing his arms around himself and clawing at the skin of his upper arms. Anger dissipated but was replaced with disgust. He hated the way he looked. His body, his face, everything; he was unhappy with the man before him but was doomed to spend his life trapped within the confines of the vessel he hated so much. He felt afraid, he felt helpless. The hands gripping his arms came down to rest upon his thighs, still clenched tightly, then fell to his sides. Hot tears sprung from his amber eyes as he gripped the sheets surrounding him. Disgust disappeared, and sadness took its place. Joe’s entire being was racked with sobs. He felt the hollow feeling of despair. He was alone in this world with only his self-deprecating thoughts as company. He brought his knees to his chest and rested his head on the left one, exhausted from this evening’s “activities.” Tears continued to fall from his tired eyes, soaking the material of his sweats. Sadness evaded him after a few moments and numbness made a home in his chest, reminding him of how fleeting raw emotions can be. He remained this way for about an hour, rocking back and forth softly until the jingle of keys brought him out of the dissociative state he occupied. He began to panic again.

“Shit.” He whispered, wiping his tears and getting up quickly from his position on the bed. He heard your sweet voice call out to him and his heart broke. He rushed to the bathroom and sighed at his current state. His hair was mussed beyond repair, his eyes were clouded in a blood red hue, and his tears gleamed brightly under the vanity light. His panic grew; he knew that the moment you saw him you’d know that things weren’t alright. He turned on the faucet quickly as he heard your chipper footsteps nearing the bedroom, splashing a handful of ice-cold water over his face. He shivered and flinched slightly as he heard the door open.

“Joe, baby? I’m back.” You said, and he could see you scanning the room out of the corner of his eye, your head peering into the closet briefly. He cleared his throat in attempt to dispose any evidence of crying.

“In here, babe.” He said hoarsely, he cursed himself and mumbled self-deprecating statements under his breath. His head shot up as you entered the bathroom and he plastered a saccharine sweet grin on his face, mostly genuine but slightly forced. You returned his seemingly cheery gaze and pulled him into a hug, appreciating the sight of him shirtless with only a pair of sweats hung low on his hips. You softly raked your nails across the expanse of his toned upper back and he sighed contentedly. Despite the ecstasy he was feeling under your soothing touch, he pulled back involuntarily, suddenly feeling insecure. You furrowed your brows and pouted.

“What’s wrong, bub? Did that tickle?” You asked with a honeyed giggle and he grinned but expertly avoided your eyes.

“No, just having an off day.” He said, looking down at his feet. He wasn’t completely lying, it certainly was an off day. You tried to find his gaze, but he maneuvered his eyes discreetly to avoid yours. You felt concern bubble in your chest and you took his hand gingerly, he tensed. You closed your eyes and took in a deep, rather shaky breath.

“Wanna talk about it?” You asked, trying to sound sincere and not condescending. You always wanted to know if he was doing alright, always. No matter how much he assured you he was fine, you always asked, and he always seemed pleased to let you know. Now he seemed shy, which was out of character for Joe and his larger than life personality.

“Um, no, I’m fine.” He said through gritted teeth, attempting to seem nonchalant. Now he was lying, right through those pearly whites.

“You’re a great actor, Mazzello. But a shit liar.” You joked, but your statement meant business. You took a step closer to him and he didn’t back away, relief flooded your nerves. You felt bold and laced your arms around his middle, this time he did back away. Your face fell, and a worried frown dressed your features. Joe felt guilt beyond measure; he didn’t care that he felt shit, it was your feelings he was trying to save. Joe sighed, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Joey, what’s wrong? Please.” You whispered, your voice desperate and choked with tears. Joe felt his insides stir uncomfortably and his heart lurched. He cleared his throat, but nothing could stop the flow of tears building in his eyes.

“I-I just...” Joe couldn’t finish his sentence, he felt foolish. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Joe was a confident and outgoing individual, always had been. Now he felt lost and could no longer identify with the man everyone said he was. Things had changed, he had changed. Tears streamed feverously down his face and as your gaze met his, you followed suit. He collapsed into your embrace, crumbling under the weight of societal pressures. You clutched him tightly, afraid you’d lose him if you didn’t. You brought him slowly to the bed and sat him down, soothing him with a gentle hand across his lower back. His head was buried in the dip of your shoulder as he sobbed violently into the material of your shirt. Joe chastised himself as he cried pathetically into your neck. He hated himself for putting you through this, for allowing you to fall in love with him. You quieted your own soft sniffles into his naked shoulder, giving it an occasionally peck as his sobs were reduced to soft cries, then shaky but consistent breaths. Your hands continued to work circles across his back and you felt your eyes begin to flutter shut, feeling relaxed in his strong arms despite the situation. You both remained quiet; when he was ready to talk, you would listen. You weren’t going to pressure him to speak when he couldn’t find the words.

You felt the weight of his head leave your shoulder and you lifted your eyes to meet his, which had an unfamiliar dullness, but they looked calmer. You reached up and rested a hand on his cheek, brushing your thumb over the bone under his honey-colored eye. He sighed, leaning into the warmth of your palm and closed his weary eyes. You grinned fondly, feeling a warmth develop in your chest. Joe suddenly frowned, and his eyes opened, partially hidden under his furrowed brow. You felt worried, but anticipated his words nonetheless.

“What exactly do you see in me?” He asked, sounding almost ashamed that the words had left his mouth. He hung his head, embarrassed, while you were gob smacked, completely blindsided by his query.

“What? Joe I- “You stuttered still in a bit of a daze, but he interrupted you.

“Don’t lie to save my feelings, please.” He hissed, bitterness soaking his words. You were shocked by his sudden change in demeanor and shifted uncomfortably, your hands now resting in your lap.

“Is that what this is all about?” You asked, gesturing to the space around you. He diligently avoided your questioning stare and you sighed, feeling a bit deflated. You took his hand in yours, gripping tightly.

“You know how wonderful I think you are. Why would you let some sleazy columnist allow you to forget that?” You laughed but your words were sincere, and Joe knew you were right.

“No, I mean...what do you like about me...physically?” He whispered the last half of his sentence, his words feeling silly once they left his tongue. You bit your lip and brought your hand up to force his gaze level with yours. You brought your plush lips down on his, the kiss searing hot and full of passion. It was enough of an answer for Joe, but you weren’t finished with your reply.

“Seems you’ve also forgotten how beautiful I think you are.” You whispered, thumb tracing his lower lip as you scooted closer to him. He sucked in a sharp breath, already feeling heat pool in the pit of his stomach at your words. You smirked, enjoying the affect you had on him; it suited him well.

“Need I remind you?” You asked, resting your forehead against his as your hands ran up the length of his torso and linked behind his neck.

“Please.” He whimpered, eyes closed in bliss, only accentuating his plea for your touch. You smiled wide, taking a seat on his lap.

“Your wish is my command, my sweet boy.” You said, sultry and sticky sweet. He groaned at the pet name you’d assigned him, enjoying the way it fell from your parted lips. You promptly sat back, hands coming down to rest atop his thighs. You leant in and kissed him slowly, tenderly; trying to communicate the love you held for him in a single, fleeting action. He felt it, and he hoped the way his lips chased yours desperately when you pulled away acknowledged that. Your delicate fingers toyed at the waistband of his sweats and he whined, desperately craving the sensation of your lips around him.

“What do you want, honey? Tell me what you want, Joey.” You said, desire dripping from your words as your fingers began to dip just below the elastic. He groaned, hips bucking slightly at your touch, but you caught him and stilled his movements with your free hand. You quirked a smug brow, awaiting his response.

“Fuck, I want your pretty mouth. Please.” He whined, shamelessly desperate and his request had a wave of heat flooding the space between your legs. A soft moan escaped your lips and you gingerly pushed him onto his back, your nails raking across his chest.

“So beautiful.” You whispered, and Joe’s face burned red. He attempted to hide his fierce blush but was unsuccessful. You laughed softly at his flustered state and nodded your head “yes” up and down.

“It’s true, my love. You’re certainly a sight for sore eyes.” You state as you roll your hips softly against his lap. The broken, needy moan that escapes him is enchanting and your shimmying down the length of his body until your eyes are level with his groin in matter of milliseconds. He sits up slightly, groaning at the sight before him. Your eyes are hooded, pupils blown wide with lust, your hair is falling delicately around your features, and your lips are plush and swollen from feverish kisses. He can’t believe his luck, and he sends up a silent prayer to whoever brought you into his life. Your still focused on the waistband of his pants, teasing him cruelly by placing kisses above and around where he needed you most. Your hands are splayed across his lower stomach and your eyes admire his figure, pure adoration is all that can be read from your gaze. He smiles but it’s cut off by a sharp inhale when you pull down his pants, which he promptly kicks off, with the utmost grace, the rest of the way. You laugh and feel gratitude blossom in your chest, “my boy,” you think to yourself. He looks so eager for your gentle touches, but his eyes read nothing but sin; he wants you, you know it and your taking full advantage of that. Your legs are still planted firmly on either side of his legs and you bring a finger to trace the prominent outline of his cock through his boxers. You feel your mouth water and your ears perk at the sound of Joe’s whimpers. He’s fidgeting now; his body begging for release, for anything, as long as it’s you making him feel this good.

“Please, Y/N” He begs softly, and your body is set aflame with a burning desire for him. You lower your face to his, he can feel your breath fan over his neck and it has his eyes fluttering shut. You press feather-light kisses against the column of his throat as your fingers finally dip below the waistband of his boxers, grasping his cock delicately in your hand. He gasps, the sensation of your lips working hickies into his pale skin and your hand working his shaft agonizingly slow is overwhelming to say the least. He moans softly and it’s such a beautiful sound it has your steady movements faltering. You release the skin of his jaw with a loud pop and kiss your way down his sternum and then his stomach, the hand working his cock pulling down his underwear fully as you go lower. You slowly bring a finger to your mouth, pointing at it, and Joe’s watching you intently, awaiting your next move.

“Is this what you want?” You say, gesturing to your lips. He nods frantically, the locks of hair not slicked down by sweat bouncing with the movements of his head.

“God, yes.” He says, nearly breathless.

You smirk and grab the base of his cock, licking a long stripe up its entirety. Joe almost doubles over in pleasure, finally feeling the relief he so craved. His hand immediately laces through your hair, anchoring you to him. Your lips finally surround his cock, focusing much of your efforts on the tip as you bob your head in a steady rhythm that has Joe gasping for air. You glance at him through your lashes and it’s a scene carved in precious marble. Joe is awash in a layer of sweat and his form is glowing under the ambient light of the orange sunset seeping through the window. A god among men, truly. You pull your mouth off of him briefly, your hand replacing the velvet of your tongue.

“Look how beautiful you are, Joe. So beautiful, and all mine.” You say, your voice needy and silky smooth. You close your lips around his cock again, shutting your eyes softly, savoring the feeling of him pulsing in your mouth. He’s moaning, an arm thrown over his eyes and chest heaving. Your name leaving his parted lips like a prayer.

“Fuck.” He gasps, his hips bucking up into your mouth and you push down a gag, hot tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You know he’s close and you want to relish in every moment leading up to his release. You pull your mouth from him again, your hand working him at a pace that has him seeing stars.

“You gonna cum, baby? Cum for me, sweets.” You coo, applying even more pressure to his shaft and his hips buck violently into your hand. You await his climax, mouth agape, ready. He cums with a sweet, low moan and your mouth is there to catch his seed. Feeling dizzy and unbelievably hot as you taste him. Your hand ceases its movements and you place his now soft member back into his boxers. You smile down at him as you sit up and cross your legs. He’s breathing steadily now, eyes closed in bliss, mouth stretched in a fucked-out grin, and skin gleaming with a post-orgasm haze. “Absolutely divine,” you think as you place a soft kiss to his lips. He kisses back and pulls you down atop of him, giggling. There he is.

“My beautiful boy.” You say quietly, as you rest your head atop his chest which rises and falls evenly with the pattern of his breathing.

“Thank you.” He whispers, fingers brushing delicately over your arm; his other arm wrapped around you in a tight embrace. You look up at his face; his eyes are fighting to stay open and you allow him to enjoy the welcome fatigue. He really needs some rest. Your fingers trace abstract patterns on his chest absentmindedly, your lips pressing chaste kisses to the base of his neck. The room is filled with an ethereal orange light, the both of you bathed in its glow. This is it, this is heaven.

“So beautiful.” You whisper, as you feel your own body give in to sleep. And so, you do. The both of you perched atop a mound of white cotton sheets, beautiful under the welcoming embrace of the setting sun. Love is still fresh in the atmosphere of the room and it’s perfect, because it’s him. It’s familiar, calm, and warm. It’s home and it’s so, so beautiful here.

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