#but I've been stuck for so long that I'm gonna make all the assignments about orv because it brings me comfort and motivates me

[nelkey]

New header!!!!

Finally stopped procrastinating my art assignments and after finishing the first one, which was a moodboard, I realized I could use it as a header xD

[lalalian]

I always think to myself, "I'm out of ideas... I'm out of actually cool, creative ideas, will I have to shut all my shit down? How am I supposed to continue posting if I've got nothing..." but then, the next second I'll come up with something that genuinely could be a whole ass dr

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here's a dump of some of the drs I've been wanting to make into filled scripts for awhile now, but I haven't even started designing the scripts for them yet.

Some of them are literally just titles, but idk I just know I can work with it yk?

since I finished some prototyping hw today, I'll put in a little more effort sectioning this post

some of the ideas in question

cloud catcher: steampunk reality based on a cloud city, you've got a job as a cloud catcher, your job is to catch and sell different kinds of clouds, have a cloud shop

inedible edible cafe: inedible things here (in our OR) would be edible in this dr.. Initially I only wanted to include slime as a dish, but now I want to make dishes with different ingredients, like puffy sticker cereal or sum shit

shifting school dr: okay so this actually was a trend on shifttok for a sec, it was called a 'mysterious school' idk why. anyway, this school was supposed to be it's own dr, but I think i may include it in my dreamscape dr

magitech engineer dr: ngl this idea was in the fucking basement of my mind-- ain't nobody gonna wanna shift here besides for someone that actually likes crafting things. idk i just feel like it’s a niche idea

number magic: uh so no, that's not the title for this dr-- I just really wanna make a dr with this kind of system. idk I was just in world lit class and I realized the poem I was reading was repeating the number 5. we were supposed to analyze the poem, but my dumbass just started daydreaming... anyway, next idea

fantasy cosmetic makeup maker dr: so like imagine handmaking make up with like... mermaid pearls or like ground unicorn horns (sourced ethically of course-- unicorns will shed their horns like baby teeth throughout their lifetime. I cannot imagine depriving a unicorn of its horn... imagine doing that... what a psycho😨) you could make like a mermaid line, a sky beauty line, IMAGINE THE PACKAGING. STOP. WAIT. FLOWER KNOWS. AHHH.

guardian flame: I have so little down for this DR lmao 😭😭 essentially like you're some sort of being that's been assigned to protect another, probably someone who isn't as strong as you. the kinda oddball part about your drself in particular is that you have to go to school to train how to be a good protector, but like you've already got a person you need to protect. nobody is assigned to protect anyone until affffftteeerrr graduation, but ur stuck with an idiot

futuristic skater/futuristic biker: self explanatory! I also wanted this to be in a high school setting. this idea stemmed from me just wanting a high school futuristic dr, cuz like yk I was curious about what high school students would need to learn. what would be considered important to learn about? would all students be taught about how to make technology we would find difficult to make today? what about psychology class? what new theories would arise? what would students think about our generation (in our CR) today? would they think we're stupid, crass, or selfish? anyway, initially I just wanted to go to school and walk around... but, I had a dream about living in the future, more abt that in the next idea (this idea is getting long). Instead, I think I wanna deviate a bit from what I would usually do here and in literally every other school dr I have-- I want to experience what it'd be like to be a... deliquient? idk, growing up i kinda just was just that quiet girl that listened to her parents... soooooooo why not do smth different? I'm still not gonna drink or do drugs tho, boooooooo ik so boring 🙄🙄 oh also I was gonna have a group of friends that were also skaters or bikers and compete in definitely legal biker/skater competitions

futuristic entertainment district: anyway more about that dream, essentially everyone was wearing these levitating rocket boots that looked a lot like roller skates (they had those wheels at the bottom of the shoes). the city was like a huge pot hole filled with stores on the side, but like it seemed like parts of the land was broken apart and floating around-- even those had advertisements and people singing and dancing on them. like this pot hole city was filled to the brim with advertisements, shops, stores, entertainment places, literally I remember that there was a huge section of like idol shit. there were a lot of people darting around the place using those levitating boots I was wearing, but there were also futuristic floating cars. imagine cyberpunk but if it was located in a big ass pot hole. yah, that. idk i just wanna explore

dystopian futuristic dr: similar to cyberpunk in the fact that it's a world dominated by companies; I want to join an underground group that wants to overtake the gov and make the world less ass

singles inferno - introvert ver: I actually have all the contestants scripted + designed a script for this DR, but I haven't worked on this script in a whiillleeeee. I wanna be song jia. not literally, but like I want to have her charm, yk? ok so the introvert part-- a lot of the game will take place in a group chat room. you do challenges in-person and in this chatroom to get a date, sometimes it's a random date, but most of the time it's like your choice. very heavily inspired by a game called picka!

a minecraft roleplay dr: I know at least one of yall cringed so hard at this, trust me, I knooowwwww-- but I really want to be like the next aphmau or smth. oh except I don't want to make kid vids, tho I'm sure yall knew that right. I want to recreate aethergarde academy in minecraft (ALSO ALRUNA TOO OMFG) but then I also wanna do other things that aren't dr related. idk I just know that this DR's gonna be sooooo fun. I haven't even decided on a channel name yet 😭😭

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uh so I prob got more, but these were just the ones that came to mind

I'll prob make a part two when I'm lazy with posting

if anyone wants to use these ideas, please do credit me! if one of yall see someone using my ideas without credit, plz plz tell me, ty!

[bvttoneyes]

"Oh and You!" ~ Ethan Morgan x Reader

sum! Glue song by beabadoobee, also just cutesy moments with your boyfriend Ethan. (different moments/days)

tw! super fluff in gonna cry

this is so cute, also did yall know i do these a/n's before the fic lolzzz

"I've never known someone like you, ooh. Tangled in love, stuck by you, from the glue."

You and Ethan recently started dating and oh my goodness is this boy the most perfect amazing person boyfriend ever, and my golly he is whipped. He is so so sweet and treats you so so good. Not only that but he just loves you so much. Probably more than you love him.

Nonetheless, even though its been less than 6 months it is still the most perfect relationship and perfect boyfriend ever!

You were walking up to him and his friends at lunch. You sat next to him and he looked at you with those sweet eyes full of adoration and love. God, he loved you so much.

But much like every relationship there were flaws. He would forget to do some things that you had gotten used to, seeing as how this is his first relationship. He doesn't do it on purpose he's just not used to having say 'love you bye!' whenever one specific person is in the same room as him and he's leaving. He mostly gets in trouble over the phone for that though.

The bell rang, signalling that they're lunch was over and they were to head back to class. Leaving you alone.

Ethan was about to just leave. No kiss, no hug, no 'love you bye'.

"Uh, Ethan!" you grab his attention with your somewhat snarky yell.

He looks confused, scanning where he was sitting to see if he had dropped something, "hm?"

"Don't forget to kiss me!" you couldn't hold back your smile as his face came to the realisation.

You then changed to a more smug look when continuing on, "or else you'll have to miss me..."

He smiled and gave you a small but sweet peck on the lips before leaving the cafeteria.

"I guess I'm stuck forever by the glue, oh and you!"

Later that day you were in class together and there was a... pretty girl sitting next to him. She was new to school and needed a tour. She was asking Ethan, before you could interrupt he responded with, "Yeah, me and my girlfriend can show you around."

She immediately shut down the offer and he refused to take her without you. 20 minutes later while the teacher was in the middle of a lecture there was a paper ball wadded up that had hit your shoulder and was now on the floor. You open it up to see in green ink, 'Im stuck by you'

"Finding the right words to use for this song. I have you in mind, so it won't take so long!"

Ethan met you outside of your English class, one of the classes you don't have together. The assignment was, write a poem. About anything, horses, eggs, boyfriend, mom, dad, cat- wait boyfriend?

So you wrote a poem for him, you grabbed the paper out of your bag and read it to him. (im not good with poems you cant make me write one.)

"Never thought I'd find you, but you're here, and so I love you! I'm not wrong when I say,"

It wasn't unknown that Ethan was unpopular. It also was common knowledge that he got bullied. Usually it didn't bug him, but today it did. He walked home by himself. Shut himself out all day. Was consistently zoning out.

You went to the store, bought his favorite stuff and went to his house. You even got him some chocolate and flowers, because how often do guys get those when they feel bad. He immediately let you in when he found out who it was, he just wanted cuddles and you to rub his head. Then he saw you with matching star wars pajamas, chocolate, his favorite food, and flowers. As well as a scarf from his hogwarts house.

He gave you the biggest hug. He didn't ever think he would date you, or even end up knowing you! But you are. And you show up when he's upset, and so he loves you.

"hey, I've been stuck onto you. Like glue." He said peacefully. And while he was acting like you and him were stuck together, you knew he meant metaphorically. And he knew you would understood that.

"I've been stuck by glue. Right onto you!"

"I've been stuck by glue."

"I've never known..."

"I've never known someone like you"

"I've never known..."

Ethan whispered, "I've never known someone like you."

[adorationmajestic]

Cypress' TLT Fic Recs (October '24)

Aight. I've never made a rec list before but imma give it a try. No ratings, just praise. No, it's not just halloween/fall themed stuff, that just happens to be what month it is right now lol. Visit the whole list on Ao3: here (link to the bookmarker tag).

I have a few categories for you! Something Hot, Something Long, and Something Still Going.

These are from a variety of years and sizes. Most of them are Griddlehark, but I sprinkled some other pairings in like salt bae.

Next time I'll give something a little more organized and varied. Probably.

First category: Something Hot

Hungry Like the Wolf by Slaycinder - GriddleHark (2 chapters, approx. 13k words) There's two tags that stuck out to me, upon first glance. These were: Local Woman Nearly Dies for the Vussy: Says it Was Quote "Worth It", and Unrelated: have you ever seen needlessly badass artwork of wolves and naked women? I think these two tags do, indeed, sum up what happens quite well. Very hot. Gave me those very special spine tinglies that once upon a time told me that I do in fact like women, vampires, and werewolves. You are never gonna guess what three things this fic has.

Between the Lines by Rohad - Griddlehark (8 chapters, approx. 30k) A modern AU: a stunning look into the life of editor Harrowhark Nonagesimus. She's been assigned to work with one of her publisher's favorite little meow meows, Gideon Nav (an erotic fiction author) (who Harrow hates) (even though they've only ever spoken via email). Harrow accompanies the awful horrible Nav to a few conventions for book signings. This one, in as much as I've tagged it as belonging to the "Something Hot" category, is honestly packed full of feels as well. Harrow and Gideon have to learn how to communicate effectively, and how to interact respectfully, and they learn a lot about each other as well. Rohad's reworking of their respective backstories to fit into the modern day has me FLOORED.

I am a conversation by sluggg - PaulDve (1 chapter, approx. 5k) This work caught my eye with the tag Paul stop quoting Steven Universe it is making everyone uncomfortable and honestly I probably wouldn't have noticed the quotes if I hadn't then actively been looking. Sluggg fits them in just perfectly. There are a precious few Paul/Pyrrha works (and they are ALL bangers actually) and this is for sure one of my favorites.

put some goddamn moves on you (god knows you need it) by hoteyedwraith - CamPal (2 chapters, approx. 23k) This one has a very simple premise, but it really hits home for me. I can relate to Camilla in this modern AU in a very real way, and it felt very very good to reach the end of this work and see the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel. Cam has a bit of an issue, but she doesn't know what the problem is. But it is fixable, and Palamedes lends a hand.

If you've noticed a theme so far, yes. I like my horny with a pinch of sad. What are you gonna do about it.

Second category: Something Long (For those of us who like em big)

The Process of Elimination by zoicite - GriddleHark (8 chapters, approx. 122k) That Regency AU from HtN! The two tags I would like to highlight are; Season 1 of The Bachelorette: Canaan House and Fake/Pretend Relationship. It is probably a general fanfic staple that every pairing MUST have at least one fic where they pretend to be in love and then slowly fall in love for real. It's a classic, and it never fucking gets old. I stayed up til about 4am reading this for three nights in a row. I'm not a slow reader, by any means, but this one hits different after 10pm honestly (when my emotions are at their easiest to sway) and if you can handle that sort of sleep gymnastics (and you brain works similarly) I would recommend giving that a try.

Cataclysmic Variable Star by Elldritch - GriddleHark (101 chapters, 190k exactly) I stayed up reading this one until I passed out about an hour before my alarm went off. I DO NOT RECOMMEND DOING THAT. This one, you want to have full command of your faculties because this one will make you think. It is a Harrow Nova AU rewriting of GtN and HtN (written before NtN released!) and is a beautiful piece of literature. You want a full night of sleep before grabbing this one by the reins! It is fabulously put together, drawing everything that needs to happen from each of its sources, but with a twist at each turn that you certainly won't see coming.

orbits, eccentric, on course for collision by Stacicity - DiosApate (9 chapters, approx. 76k) The timeline of HtN as told by Augustine Quinque. I might have gone slightly insane and left 800+ word comments on each chapter, which goes to show just how invested I have been in this. Looking at that word count, you might go "Huh. That's not that much, Cy. That's less than half the size of the last one." You would technically be right. But the way with which Augustine perceives time might change how you feel about that. Even if you aren't writing whole essays in the comment section, this one goes by slower somehow. I recommend pulling it up and then having an extra tab open to look up a few of these words in a dictionary. Stacicity has (correctly) decided that Augustine would use a lot of high-level words. This is, frankly, above my reading level (/joke).

Third category: Something Still Going

God Is Dog Spelled Backwards by labyrinthineRetribution - GriddleHark (more than 8k) As of writing this list, this work has 2 chapters. The plot has just gotten started, and I'm intrigued. This title stands out from the crowd in terms of the way it handles the setting (modern AU, somewhere in Aotearoa). Gideon really is the saddest girl in the world, I think, in a very complicated sort of way. I will wait patiently for as long as it takes to see this story develop.

Dividers by enchanthings

[mikeysbride]

Welcome Back to Trench

When our kids introduced us to the world of the twenty one pilots fandom a couple of years ago, we were initially full of corny parent jokes:

Why are they called twenty one pilots when there are only two of them?

That's way too many pilots.

They're gonna need a bigger cockpit.

Why, for the love of God, don't they capitalize their name!?

That's not to say we don't still say those things sometimes (thank goodness our teens generally find us amusing), but it's also wild to see how big a part of our family dynamic this duo has become over these couple of years...so much so that I've even suggested that when we finally get a dog, he should be named Clancy. [T.O.P. fans will understand.] They are in regular rotation in our home and in our cars. Last year, they were one of my top 5 most listened to artists on Spotify! And last night, at last, we all went to see them perform live on the aptly-named Clancy Tour. It was the first time seeing them for all 5 of us - our family of 4, along with my 16yo's...um, favorite boy, we'll call him. I don't think she's been quite this happy since maybe when we first surprised her with AJR tickets. But as much as she loves AJR (we all do now!), twenty one pilots is HER band as Living Colour is mine, and Genesis is her dad's. Now we are all along for the ride.

And last night, much of Orlando was also along for that ride, having sold out the Kia Center pretty much immediately when the tickets went on sale months ago. I had a feeling their show would be high energy and that the crowd would be super hyped, and I was not wrong about that. But after being as impressed as I was by AJR (twice!) this year, I wasn't 100% sure what to expect. Tyler and Josh did not disappoint, though, and I have to say I am also quite impressed with THEM...not that I didn't think I would be. We've watched enough of their music videos and live performance clips (full concerts, even) on YouTube for me to know this, too, wasn't going to be just an ordinary concert.

To the point, Tyler and Josh have a way of immersing themselves into the crowd (literally) that makes them feel like they are right there with you - because they are - spending quite a bit of time out amongst their fans instead of on the stage. They are seemingly everywhere at once, making it feel like an intimate performance even with thousands of people in the audience. And the fire. There was a lot of fire, which I rather appreciated because, being prone to being cold, I was chilly in the arena, and it was nice to sometimes be able to feel a bit of warmth from the flames, all the way up our cushy club level seats!

We heard so many favorite songs of theirs last night, including my newest favorite from them, the super catchy "Lavish," but I have not stopped playfully pouting yet that they didn't do my O.G. favorite of theirs - the one that really stuck out to me when I first heard them, and that is "Lane Boy." I love that one so much that I have a bit of a reputation for it at this point. With a catalog as extensive as theirs is, they can't be expected to play everything, but man, hearing that one live would've made the night absolutely, undeniably perfect for me. Here's hoping they'll add it back in on a future tour.

Also on the subject of their music, I couldn't help but giggle thinking that Tyler doesn't really even need to know his own lyrics because that arena full of fans was more than happy to sing every line for him. From the first notes of every song, they were READY. If anyone knows the assignment, it's T.O.P. fans. Apparently, my kids aren't the only ones who can recite their songs like the Pledge of Allegiance. This is a thing I know now.

And finally, a huge thank you to Tyler for actually telling those of us in reserved seats to sit and rest for a few songs. Not to be the old lady in the room, but I'm long past the age of wanting to stand for an entire show, in most cases preferring to sit and truly hear the music and watch what is happening on the stage - or in this case (also) in the middle of the crowd somewhere. It was a bit of a reprieve when he said that.

Eh, so maybe I'll let that "Lane Boy" thing slide after all.

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

Okay, so this is probably a very stupid idea, but I've recently just come to love the trope of Kid!Heroes whose Goofy, cartoonish like-villains are just better parental figures than like any mentor figure.

So, Villain Number One has made their entire set up, and they're waiting for the hero to arrive, and it's been hours and the hero doesn't arrive, and the villain is grumpy because they didn't just work all week for this just to get stood up, but they sigh and realize that their time is up and they clean up and go back to their evil lair.

Villain Number Two shows up on the decided schedule, evil monologue cards in hand, and a sound effects guy, but again, the hero doesn't show.

This continues, with all the weekly villains getting concerned as the days go by and the hero just doesn't show up. So, they conduct a meeting to ask if anyone's seen the damn kid, because the last time this happened, the child had gotten pretty badly hurt in the fight and had gotten a broken arm - and there had been no evil plots for two whole months while the kid recovered.

They discuss, there's arguing and throwing, but, no. They've taken care that no major injuries have been sustained. The Hero had looked perfectly healthy the last time they saw the kid.

So, they decide to contact them. Don't ask me how. Maybe the Hero has an agent. Maybe the hero is contacted by the mayor (like in the Powerpuff Girls) and they ask to speak to the kid. Maybe they ask through fireworks and carrier pigeons. I don't know, they just do.

Now, I'm sure people have different ideas on the situation. But, I just thought it would be hilarious if the Hero is just like: "Oh. Yeah. Sorry about that, school is being a really big bitch right now. I've got like a hundred essays to write. I've got five projects to submit by the end of week. I've got to make a diorama. Megan put my name on the bloody Bake Sale thing, so I have to make cupcakes. And I've got a Math Test on Monday. So, it's gonna be a long week."

And the Villains just stare blankly at the phone as the Hero gives a hastened apology and cuts the call. So they host another meeting, and they come to the logical solution, that freezing the school would be a great plan, and they all go over to the hero's house, and the one villain has just made a 'cupcake-inator' and the other is gently explaining math concepts, while the villain with great handwriting is just writing the assignments. And the diorama is being made with priceless jewels, because of course, it is.

Totally stupid idea, but it's been stuck in my head ever since.

[nobodysdaydreams]

7, 8, 22, 25 Nathaniel Benedict!!

Mr. Theater Kid himself, thank you Katie!

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

I love that we all accept that he's a theater kid. I love that this is a thing.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Um...I can't really think of anything specific? I honestly love the way a lot of people portray him in fic: redeemable but oh boy is he stuck in his own head. I don't know if I've seen anything I despise, I actually feel like I'm pretty much on the same wavelength with this character as most of the fandom. If I think of something I'll let you know. Oh! Wait, idk if this counts, but I don't think that Nicholas was the only reason Nathaniel turned evil and began the Emergency (which...I guess maybe a few people have suggested, but I respectfully disagree). Yes, Nathaniel is overdramatic, yes, he has dumb reasons to take over the world regardless, but also. After 30 years. Other things had to have happened to him in that time. He adopted a whole kid whose parents died mysteriously. Something had to have happened there. He's mad Nicholas is trying to stop him, but I don't think this is 100% "I'm taking over the world because I hate my brother". I think it has to do with his feelings of control (the show even says that), and Nicholas is just part of that.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

I like so many Nathaniel fics. Milk's fics of him being semi-immoral (especially Lifeline, oh my goodness) and your fics of him living with Nicholas are the first that come to mind. He's so horrible yet so redeemable, and that's a hard balance to strike, but the show does it pretty well, and by golly the fandom understood the assignment. There might be some stuff out there I don't like, but I haven't read it so far.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Season 1, I knew they wanted to make him complex when they gave him and Nicholas backstory and made SQ his son. What I didn't know was how long the arc was gonna go, or if he was gonna do a lot of worse stuff before he got better. I think the way his arc went might have been due to the show's cancellation, but the fact that he broke down as soon as Nicholas was frozen and was so panicked about people freezing made me really see how desperate for a family the character really is. And when he captured Nicholas, he didn't hurt him. He just wanted to have tea with him and kidnapping and brainwashing him was the only way he knew how to do that. It's so sad, but also a little bit funny, and I love writing about it.

[bluarlequinno]

regarding your post about roxie teaching everything she knew, YOU ARE DEFINITELY NOT THE ONLY ONE THAT HAS THOUGHT OF IT /POS

that information from the comics has not left my mind FOR YEARS and it just makes me crazy in so many levels because i’m so stuck on imagining ramona and roxie, i’ve basically assigned myself as their ceo for how long i’ve had them in my head

theres so little fics of them, and the fics that are there before spto barely touches upon anything deeper in their relationship than the surface things

and yes, you are so real and right because i truly believe that roxie also thought ramona skating. that out of all ramona’s relationship, that one with roxie couldve been a “forever” and i will stand by that

i’ve been refreshing their page seeing if theres any more fics because of spto and sadly, theres only been a few and I AM SO HUNGRY

You're actually so true for this, the lack of fanfiction exploring them is kinda sad, I also checked both for spto and sp in general and found very few fics that didn't really handle any of the deeper topics that could be there to explore in their relationship.

And I agree so much with you, I may not have been thinking about it for years, but I agree with the sentiment completely.

Ramona and Roxie and their college years has so much potential for character study, both for Ramona and Roxie and how they met, all their time back then, how they fell apart, everything regarding that part of their lives would be SOOO good, and given the fact of Roxie having taught Ramona everything makes it all the more intriguing. Now with the new show validating the idea that in fact their relationship was a serious relationship (even if it was in the comics, but yk on subtext) I expected people to get even more excited or interested in exploring all the possibilities with them.

And yes I wasn't sure if I was right, but Roxie teaching Ramona to skate or at least skating through Subspace it's worth exploring alright, I just need a fic, anything that delves into it.

Not to mention Roxie is canonically an artist, she was gonna open an art gallery and Ramona was going to go mind you, I mean wouldn't it be interesting to explore that part of Roxie's character? She was not only an artist but a successful one, I'm guessing (I don't remember if it is ever mentioned) that in college she studied something related. It's really interesting how much we get to know about Roxie from just small bits of dialogue, I wished all this could be further explored in fics

Roxie teaching Ramona how to skate would be such a fun idea, and I've got this little headcanon their first kiss was inside the subspace.

And yeah, refreshing AO3 in hopes for something 🙏 and getting disappointed.

I wanted to start writing something and I did, but it's such a messy unfinished questionably (quality speaking) draft that I am not sure

I'm so glad there's people out there who've seen that potential, In general I find the exes so interesting (obvs specially Roxie) like even outside spto there's details in the comics that make them interesting with a lot of possible character exploration, and their dynamic with Ramona.

I hope that eventually more Roxie x Ramona character studies will pop up on AO3 🤞

[brandwhorestarscream]

Idk wdyt 👁️👁️

Fr doe, the Shockwave egg thing is something I've mentioned in sntoher post that I honestly can't find despite the key word in it being shark but all in all it involves ladybug Shockwave where his half Insecticon biology saves the Cybertronian race from extinction and gives him a permanent leave off combat duty while he lives in constant sensual pleasure and intellectual glee

I gotta find that post oh my god

Or maybe I also copied it into my notes

I will literally never skip any excuse to talk about the cybermorphs and develop them more! So I'm going with that >:3

I'm gonna say this happens before the actual bombing happens that kicks off the war's full-fledged fighting. Shockwave was, for a long time, the cybermorphs' main contact in the Senate. He was wholly supportive of their endeavors, and was actively campaigning to end the strict lockdown measures and give them the same freedoms that, at the very least, the other warframes had, but was also advocating for some rather radical changes. The abolition of slavery and the banning of such things like mnemosurgery and shadowplay

As we all know, it didn't go well. Shockwave shows up at the hive, broken and violated, his face and hands destroyed and all empathy ripped from his head. But instead of making him entirely apathetic toward the morphs, he's now even more determined to do the logical thing and ally himself with them. Their numbers are swelling so unbelievably quickly, it's foolish to make an enemy of them

Megatron is horrified when he sees what's been done to him. They don't have the resources to try to reverse it or get him any sort of treatment, so he's unfortunately stuck. The queen welcomes him in, the second normal-born mech to freely walk amongst the hive's numbers.

Now, this could go a few ways, but I think realistically, Megatron might assign Shockwave to Soundwave’s care. Just to make sure he's settling in ok, to make sure he won't get lost in the passageways and stumble into one of the egg chambers and get himself facehugged. Shockwave is a dear friend and invaluable ally, the last thing he wants is him being put out of commission by one of the morphlings.

Time progresses and Shockwave has far less political work to occupy his time, and turns to science. Cybermorph biology is wholly unfamiliar territory to everyone: Megatron and Soundwave were among the very first generation, and there were only 5 of them in total. They're an incredibly young species. No one knows the most effective forms of healthcare, nor the intracacies of their internals. Shockwave takes this opportunity to learn. Observing hive behaviors and getting to look at their internal struts and varied alt modes, but eventually he's catalogued everything. He's even permitted to observe the morphlings, to watch their dramatic, bloody emergences, even to dissect an egg that's unfertilized or unfortunately perished before hatching

Eventually though, he runs out of things to do. He turns to another branch of research all together: reproduction. It's no secret in the hive that Megatron and only Megatron bears their eggs. There's no doubt that the cybermorphs are sexually mature as well as active, and yet despite there being thousands of them, not a single morphling has ever been born to anyone but Megatron. Shockwave is the one that officially determines in an inarguable capacity that the cybermorph species is, as a whole, sterile. The average ones can't get each other pregnant, can't become pregnant. The only one that's ever been capable of it is Megatron. It's so odd.

He knows that crossbreeding is possible. Orion Pax has sired several clutches of eggs. He knows that Soundwave has also sired a great many of Megatron's morphs. But he's always the one to create and carry life. Excited at the prospect and undeniably curious, he offers his own body, but rather than sire, he asks to carry

Megatron is taken aback. He doesn't even know if such a thing is possible. Can cybermorphs even concieve with a cybertronian for a sparkling that will be born live, rather than hatched? Neither of them know, that's why Shockwave wants to try. It'll be an important chapter of his research regardless of whether or not it's possible.

Megatron agrees eventually, and they make a schedule out of it: every other night Shockwave comes to the throne room to let the cybermorph queen have his way with him. It's entirely foreign to Megatron--babymaking like this isn't instinctual in the slightest. The idea of someone else carrying is so weird to him. But it would be good to know, if he as a queen caste is virile as well as fertile

It takes a little while but their attempts are eventually fruitful, and Shockwave is successfully sparked up. Just one little spark orbiting his, a soft orange color contrasting his blue nicely. Once again, Soundwave is assigned to keep an optic on him, mostly to ensure his health during the process. Shockwave is approaching the whole thing incredibly clinically--he's not at all attached, nor is there any real love for his little research subject. This is Megatron's morphling and will swiftly be assimilated into the hivemind. It's not like he'll be expected to raise it or anything. That's just not how morphs do things. There are designated caregivers whose sole purpose in the hive is rearing the young. He can't feel attached to them, thanks to the Senate's work: all he cares about is if they're a healthy, viable subject for his research. He spends a lot of time making notes about symptoms--of which there are a lot. Weird monster pregnancy does weird things to your body, who knew?--as well as the speed of geststional progression. The sparkling reaches maturity and is ready to be birthed in only about ⅔ of the time it would take a normal one.

Gonna cut it here cuz this is getting long and I have stuff to do lol. But if you want more hmu

[dashielldeveron]

anon from mid december here! god i love winning. ANYWAY much to observe. i love the through lines of government assigned chapstick flavours and the defining moment that makes the soulmate connection work in every chapter. i love that immediately after posting you cited your sources on tenkos characterisation. very funny very charming and you are very right. i adore the mcs vibes she knows so much about so many things with a 50/50 chance of it being useful and she’s MESSY and she’s FIGURING IT OUT and her relationship with tenko teaches her to give herself grace. they’re just so sweet on each other it brings me endless delight as does touyas lil cameos. he’s a dirtbag and he’s a comedian and hes warmed up to the ducks and i want to put him and his fucking HOOVES in my pocket. i’m sure i will return with more thoughts at some point but for now. very delicious to me. WAIT NEW THOUGHT THE FUCKING INVENTORY KEY THING WAS AN EXAMPLE OF THE SOULMATE CONNECTION GOD YOURE GOOD. AND THE GOGGLES sorry i’m re reading the chapter as i type this

ASLDKJFA;SDFJKL;A YOU GET IT!!!!!

oh my god the DUCKS. i needed someone to notice the ducks oh my GOD. he BUILT them a HOUSE in his little art project garden he has a duck for SOME reason in dnd what a LOSER. like he's bonded so hard with them he wanted a fictional one, too!!! like. imagine touya just carrying a duck around in a purse like a small dog. both of them v v v judgy. enemies to lovers duck edition

lololololol "government assigned chapstick flavours" you canNOT tell me that these very kissable boys are only using, if any at all, generic unflavoured chapstick lol. it is STUPID how long i've had "post-canon tomura wears burt's bees tropical pineapple chapstick bc he specifically wants something that Tastes Good" stuck in my head; i'm so glad it's finally in fic and that you've been keeping track asdjfkl;

and yeah i wanted to reblog the shigaraki meta that i'd been considering!!!! bc while i was rereading the manga for this route, i realised that everyone, from police to heroes to villains to students, just make Large Assumptions about shigaraki, and they just Say Things about him. and everyone around them just takes it as fact??? it's like. we the audience are being told things about shigaraki, but they don't match up at all with how we see him act. i am hoping that this is intentional on hori's part, esp. with how heavy-handed shig commentary has been by other characters in the last few chapters, to make the point of "midoriya is the only one who's ever Looked and shigaraki and Perceived." bc, like, AFO and the pro heroes objectify/dehumanise tomura but in different ways. i worry. but so much of what we're shown of shig just doesn't match up with what characters say about him!!! it's odd. i really like him, despite being Told That He Is an Object, specifically one of destruction.

goddddd reader in this route is messy and i have a lot of compassion for her. i think she should allow herself to get angry more often. but i think that gifted kid burnout and basically moving back into your parents' house and people judging your "bad" life decisions even though they can't Know what you're going through--it's a touchy subject, tinged with shame and confusion and insecurity of identity, and tomura, i think, is experiencing his own flavour of that, since he doesn't get to be the Greatest Evil VIllain version of himself that he had in his head for so long and now is Just Some Guy. i didn't want reader to have a saviour complex but i wanted her to Care So Hard, and i hope that came across, esp. since her caring so hard also works with her own insecurities.

also yessssssssss YESSSSSS the KEY the GOGGLES it was there in front of them the whole time!!!!! but they weren't looking for it!!!! bc when soulmate bonds are words and marks, who the fuck is gonna be looking for a soulmate bond in just some weird triviality????? lolololol i talk about wanting to handle tomura with care but gave him the silliest soulmate bond thing. i like how useless it is, because it's, like, tomura doesn't need to be useful rn, either.

godddddd i'm so glad you sent me an ask so i could talk about thissssssss. i'm SO fucking glad that you're noticing details like this and having fun with them!!!!! i am, too!!!!! i love tomura and you and i hope you are having a good 2024 so far!!!! xx.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Hey! I need some help if you don’t mind.

I’ve been seriously struggling with writers block and I’ve just been feeling like everything I write is shit.

It might have something to do with my creative writing class and having to write stuff for actual assignments and a grade and I’m really fucking terrible with deadlines so I feel like my work never lives up to its full potential so it’s really getting me down.

On my alternate account, I started writing but I only have the first part posted and it hasn’t been updated in around a year or more. I want to start writing for it so badly especially after someone commented that they want more, but I’m stuck in this slump. I also entered a bunch of collabs and I never finished or posted them and I’ve felt like a shitty horrible person ever since so I feel even less inclined to write even though I really wanna write and finish them.

And on top of school, I haven’t had enough time (or given myself enough time) to write at all.

I’m really stressed and scared because writing fan fiction really means a lot to me and I hate feeling so unpassionate about something I love and used to be so freaking passionate about.

Do you have any advice? Have you ever felt like this? What do you do when you get writers block or in a slump?

I’m sorry for the long message but this has been tearing me apart for weeks.❤️

I'm really sorry to hear you're going through that but I'm afraid I can't be of much help. Of course I've gone through multiple writing blocks, some lasting months but I don't really have good advice.

I think there are two ways of dealing with it: either you just don't try to force it and let it run its course until you become motivated/passionate again or you just write even if you don't like it because it's way easier to go back and keep refining the work you made rather than starting from scratch.

The second method is what I use most often. I just write whatever shitty draft comes to mind then I keep reviewing it and adding and altering thing. Each time i review it gets easier and better.

As for the work not living up to your expectations, I used to struggle with that a lot too but I just became so busy with work and other things and I had to face the fact that either I accpet the work for what it is or I don't post at all. Fanfiction is not my job and if I spent inordinate amounts of energy and time to perfect it, it would only harm me in the end because it would take away time out of my actual work and life. Besides, it's a hobby and hobbies are meant to be fun, not make you feel bad and guilty. I personally don't enter into any collabs and only do requests etc if I make it absolutely clear that there is no guarantee that I will actually follow through with it because I know it would only make me feel miserable if I don't.

The class is probably the reason things are going so bad for you so maybe when it's over you'll feel better and start enjoying writing again. I too am kind of going through this because of my work and other obligations so I have been writing very little and it upsets me because I really wanna update yamqn but I keep reminding myself that it's just a fanfic and while I love it and enjoy it, my real life comes first and I'll get to it when I get to it. I even warned readers multiple times that the chapters won't be as long or as good as previous chapters because I simply don't have the luxury to waste time and effort on it anymore and I and them are just gonna have to accept that since writing is not my actual job

[nerdie-faerie]

I guess it depends on the course, cause like my course I don’t think I ever had a deadline for November, maybe only one

I mean true you’re gonna have to do it Tuesday anyway, but like you don’t want to get stuck with all of it to do in one night where you force yourself to stay awake

And what chores have you got to do?

I guess the best thing about uni really is the people not the course

Oh what course did you do? Mine I generally seem to be end of October and November then exams mid December, except I only have one exam this year and its mid January so

I finish class quite early, particularly if I have lab so there really isn't any reason it should keep me awake as long as I get on with it. I'll probably work on it on campus rather than in my room cus I focus better that way

I don't have a lot to do its just some are time consuming. I needed to do laundry, got my replacement phone yesterday finally so had to set that up, I need to put the screen protector on it which I'm procrastinating. I usually cook one big meal on the weekend so I have leftovers for the week cus I don't like cooking after class so I just finished that, mostly I still have a batch of potatoes in the oven. I'm gonna lose access to my student account from my old uni Tuesday so I have been making sure I've got all the resources off of there. I finally got round to actually unpacking/organising my clothes which has taken an embarrassingly long time 😬

For the most part I enjoy my courses, its just the assignments 😅 and flatmates can be pretty hit or miss sometimes when it comes to the people but thats just part of learning to live with other people

[roosterforme]

Benefits | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley spends a long weekend in Mexico, enjoying the beach and your body.

Warnings: 18+ only, Smut of every kind (you have been warned)

Length: 3000

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

I wrote this in response to a request from @mak-32! You can get at me with requests.

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Bradley wasn't planning on dropping everything to use his vacation time on such short notice, but when he heard you were going to Mexico with the rest of the Dagger crew, he did in fact drop everything to join. 

Nobody else knew. That was the best part of this arrangement. Although you'd known each other for years, you had only been casually sleeping together for about two months, and it was sensational every single time. The sex was dynamite, simply because he wasn't dating you. As a result, you were both free to be completely honest and ask for exactly what you wanted without any repercussions spilling into your personal lives. 

You were an ideal friend-with-benefits for him. You were Yale's newly assigned weapons systems officer, so you'd be in San Diego for at least a few more months. You had your own room in a house with a friend who wasn't in the Navy. You were on birth control. And you were fucking hotter than hell. 

So when the flight down to Mexico started off with you slipping Bradley a scrap of paper that simply said, Mile high club? on it, he knew it was going to be a wonderful long weekend.

It was late. The airplane cabin was dark, and Bradley could see Phoenix, Bob and Coyote had all fallen asleep. So he slipped out of his seat just in time to see you disappear into the tiny airplane lavatory. He tapped on the door, and you opened it for him. The space was so small, he had to squeeze in with you. As soon as he was inside, you reached around him to lock it, and then his lips were all over yours.

"Have you ever done this before?" you asked him as you undid your jeans and yanked them down between sloppy kisses.

"No, I haven't Hotshot. Have you?" Bradley secretly hoped he would be your first as well, grinning as he pulled your panties down a little bit and helped you stand next to the toilet facing the wall.

"No, but I've always wanted to. Let's make it fast, Rooster. Fast, quiet and dirty," you told him as you looked at him over your shoulder before bending over a little bit. Bradley nudged your legs apart and he could see your pussy lips already looked wet. He unbuttoned, unzipped, kissed the back of your neck and plunged himself inside you.

He didn't have much room to work with, so his thrusts were short and hard. The snapping sounds as he slammed himself against your ass over and over again were delicious. Your heavy breathing and occasional grunt just added to the literal fantasy he'd always had of fucking on an airplane. 

"I love this," he whispered, breathing becoming ragged. "I'm sure you knew I would."

"Just for you, Rooster," you said, and God your voice really set him off. The sound of your light laughter cut off by a quiet moan had him bracing his hand on the wall next to your head and hitting you even harder. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he managed after another minute or so, giving you at least a little warning before filling you to the brim. "Let me finish you, too," he told you, reaching for your clit while he was still inside you.

"No time," you told him. "You can make it up to me tomorrow, Rooster." You quickly got cleaned up and put back together, kissed him on the cheek and then slipped out of the door, leaving him alone, looking in the mirror at the gigantic smile on his face.

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Bradley had tried to find a way to get you to sleep in the same room with him, but that proved to be impossible as everyone else was divided into roommates. The villa that Hangman had rented for everyone was large, but most of the bedrooms had multiple beds. He was stuck rooming with Bob, and you were with Phoenix. 

The first morning when everyone woke up, it was decided that it would be a beach day. This was fine with Bradley. As far as he was concerned, the more time you spent in a bathing suit, the better. You were not shy about showing off your curves and your gorgeous skin. And he knew you liked his body too, because you told him so all the time. 

A few hours into sunbathing and napping on the beach, and you were on the towel next to him, laying on your stomach and enjoying the warm sunshine. Bradley couldn't look at you for too long, because he knew how his body would start reacting. You were wearing a tiny black string bikini, and your hair was piled into a mess on the top of your head. He took a long sip from the bottle of tequila that had been passed to him. He needed your body again, right now.

"Shit, Hotshot, your back is starting to look pretty sunburned," he announced loudly enough for some of the others to hear too.

"Really?" you asked, genuinely sounding concerned. You pushed your chest up from the towel, and Bradley had the perfect view of your tits; the bikini top was doing basically nothing to cover you. 

He bit back a groan. "I have some aloe in my suitcase, do you want it?" he asked through clenched teeth.

You dipped your sunglasses lower down your nose and met his eyes with a smirk. "Yeah, that would be great, Rooster. I'll walk back up to the house with you to get it, if you don't mind."

As the two of you made your way up the path side by side, you told him in a very casual, conversational voice, "When we get back to the villa, I want you to eat me out until I come on your face. You still owe me from yesterday. How does that sound?"

"That sounds like something I would really enjoy doing," he replied, holding the door open for you and then following you inside. He watched your ass bounce in your bikini bottoms as you ran up a flight of stairs to the second floor bathroom. He followed you inside and locked the door behind him. His eyes were glued to your body as you untied the knots on both sides of the suit bottoms and let them fall to the floor. 

"Looks like we got back just in time," Bradley said, scooping you up and setting you on the edge of the bathroom counter. He knelt in front of you and nipped the inside of your thigh. "Your sunburn was getting really bad." He licked a line up and down your slit, tasting you and moaning. "Let me get some aloe on it for you," he whispered up at you before burying his mouth and nose in your pussy.

You grabbed his hair and bucked against him. "Good thing you noticed how badly I needed some aloe. I don't know what I would do without you."

Bradley smiled against you as he rubbed his mustache along your swollen clit before taking it between his lips. You rode his face while you untied your suit top and played with your tits. Bradley loved everything about this, and he kept looking up at you and getting harder and harder.

You moaned loudly. "If you make me come right now, we probably have time for you to fuck me too."

He did not need to be told twice. Bradley lapped his tongue against your clit in short and steady strokes, just the way he knew would get you off. While you were still moaning through your orgasm, he stood, pulled his dick out of his shorts and pushed himself inside you. 

"You're really eager," you moaned, throwing your arms around his neck and rubbing your tits against him.

"Can you fucking blame me, Hotshot? Look at you."

"I guess not," you mumbled with a smile while he pounded into you. "I'm pretty eager too. You look so good, Rooster." 

"I look great when my dick is inside you."

You moaned as he attached his smirking lips to the side of your breast. He sucked until he knew he would leave a mark. With the skimpy bathing suits you would be wearing, he figured that was the only safe place. And you definitely seem to love it, if your words of encouragement were anything to go by.

"Your mouth is fucking lethal," you moaned as he pulled your nipple into his mouth with sloppy kisses. 

Bradley finally released your tits and braced his hands on the counter top as he fucked you faster. "Gotta finish up in here, Hotshot. Everyone will be back soon."

You wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned in delight as he filled you up when he came.

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Bradley was playing around with you in the ocean. Above the surface, your bodies were far enough apart that nobody would suspect anything, but under the water, his hands were grabbing your legs and occasionally slipping inside your bathing suit.

"You're walking a fine line here, Rooster," you told him with a smirk. 

"You know I can't keep my hands to myself," he said before going fully under water, placing a kiss to your belly and then popping back up again several feet away.

You laughed and told him, "That's okay, I like poorly behaved boys."

He almost pulled you against him when he felt one of your feet skim along the front of his swim trunks. He looked down and watched your pointed toes as they skimmed along the fabric covering his cock. If you were alone, he'd be fucking you right here.

"You want me now, Hotshot? Better come up with a good excuse to get away."

Then Bradley heard yelling and turned toward the shore. "Dogfight football!" chanted Hangman and Coyote as everyone else started to separate into teams. 

You and Bradley headed out of the water to join in. You ended up on the same team, and Bradley kept lining up behind you, his imagination running wild. You had on another tiny bikini today, pink this time. The little scrap covering your bottom concealed basically nothing from him, and you kept wiggling your ass in his direction. 

Three plays into the game, and you were hopping up and down on one foot. "I think I rolled my ankle! Ouch!" Bradley was at your side instantly.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I think so," you replied, trying to gingerly put weight on your foot. "Oh, maybe I need some ice. Can you help me back to the house?"

"Of course," he replied, scooping you up with one arm under your knees and the other behind your back.

Once you were out of earshot of the others, you whispered, "Take me to the outside shower, Rooster. Let's make a mess in there."

He could not contain his smile. "You got it, sexy."

The tiled shower attached to the outside of the villa was done up in a beautiful blue and green mosaic pattern, and a rainfall style shower head provided a placid escape. You were currently kneeling naked halfway under the steady stream of warm water with your lips wrapped around Bradley's cock. You sucked and rocked your mouth back and forth along his length before moaning and pulling him out with a pop.

"Tell me when you're close and you can cum all over my face," you told him with a smile before propping the tip of his penis on your plush tongue and giving a little kiss.

"Oh, fucking hell, Hotshot. Jesus Christ," he moaned as you wrapped your hand around the base and played with just the tip, grinning up at him. 

Once you worked him into a frenzy, almost gagging on his length in the process, he let you know he was ready. You leaned back a little bit, reaching behind you and grabbing your ankles. Bradley grunted and growled, pumping himself in his hand. You were leaning back more now, pointing your tits in the air toward him and licking your lips.

"Oh shit," he gasped, and he was coating your tits, your chin, your mouth and your cheek with his cum. Bradley held his dick in his hand and stared down at you when he was done. Your tongue popped out to lick the corner of your mouth and he groaned. "Fuck. You look sinful like that."

You used your fingers to scoop some of his cum into your mouth, swirling it around on your tongue, and Bradley wished he could coat you all over again immediately. Then you stood and washed the rest off of you, smiling at him over your shoulder. 

"Would you look at that? My ankle feels much better now. I just needed a little physical therapy."

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The last day of vacation had everyone exploring the town, and Bradley kept admiring the way you looked in your colorful sundress. And then that night, everyone sat around a beach bonfire drinking tequila together. With the early morning flight home the next day, Bradley was hoping to get you alone again, but he wasn't counting on it. You smiled at him from across the fire pit, and he grinned back. 

When everyone started to head back to the villa, you managed to whisper in his ear, "Top floor deck, 1 am," before running past him to catch up with Fanboy and Coyote.

Bradley took a shower and drank a few more beers, counting down the time until he could meet you on the deck. He crept out of the bedroom while Bob snored loudly, but when he got to the deck, you weren't there yet. He settled himself down on a lounge chair and looked up at the stars. 

The night was perfect, and he could even hear the ocean. He was starting to doze off when he felt you climb on top of him and straddle his hips. His eyes snapped open. "Hey Hotshot, so nice of you to join me," Bradley mumbled. 

"I'm sorry! Phoenix wouldn't stop asking me where I was going and why I was still awake. She's drunk and made me finish a bottle of wine with her," you said, placing a kiss on Bradley's lips before licking the side of his neck. "But I'm here now."

You were still wearing the dress from earlier, and Bradley yanked it up to your hips. "You wanna ride my fingers?" he whispered into the darkness, slipping his index finger inside your underwear and playing with you.

You bit back a moan and tossed your head back as he inserted two fingers inside you.

"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled as you started moving with his thrusts. The little gasping noises you were making were mixing nicely with the serene sounds of the ocean. "This is nice, Hotshot. We should mess around at the beach when we get back to San Diego." You just leaned down and moaned next to his ear. "I'd love to tease your pussy like this in the Bronco parked at the beach."

"Rooster," you gasped. "Keep talking dirty."

He grinned into the darkness as you unzipped his shorts and reached in to get his length ready for you. "You want it dirty, Hotshot? How about I finger you up your skirt, midday at the beach in the front seat of the Bronco while the parking lot is full? You think you'd like that?"

You moaned his name loudly as you sank down around his rock hard dick and bounced around. "Yes, please. I want you to do that. I like your fingers."

"Do you?" Bradley asked, grabbing your chin and shoving two fingers into your mouth as you rode him on the lounge chair. The sensation of your tongue swirling around on his fingertips went right to his dick. He slipped his free hand under your dress to play with your clit while you were grinding down on him, and after a few moments, you were trying to say, "I'm gonna come," around his thick fingers in your mouth. 

He shoved them in a bit further and had you moaning and squirming around on him as you came. 

"Fuck, I'm going to come too, Hotshot," he groaned tossing his head back and thrusting up into you hard. He slid his hand to your ass and gripped you hard, holding you down around him as he came. He let his fingers slip out of your mouth, and you collapsed onto his chest in a boneless, fucked out heap. 

"Damn, girl," he muttered against your hair. "You need me to help you get back to your room?" he asked you as you gingerly climbed off of him. 

"Hmmm, do you think anyone is going to notice I have cum dripping down my legs? I'm sure it would be a dead giveaway as to where it came from if you walk me back," you told him as you readjusted your outfit and pecked him on the lips. "I'll be okay, Rooster."

As you started walking away, Bradley reached for your hand. "So are we on for the beach parking lot then?"

You drew a little circle on his palm with your fingertip. "I wouldn't miss it."

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The flight back to San Diego was pretty uneventful until you were getting ready to land. Bradley could hear you and Phoenix talking next to him while he laid back with his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest. 

"Did you ever, you know, join the mile high club?" Phoenix whispered to you. 

Bradley had to force himself to keep his eyes closed as he waited for your answer. "Yes, pretty recently, actually. The guy was super hot, too. Huge dick." 

Bradley could barely keep his face neutral. 

"Really? Sounds like you had a great time. I always wanted to try it."

"You know what, Phoenix? You should get a friend with bennies," you told her. "Best idea I ever had."

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Someone please hose me down. I hope you enjoyed that @mak-32

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[kusaka6e]

TUTOR

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"and that wraps up for today, see you all on wednesday."

you sigh, closing your notebook and putting your things in your book bag, heading for your dorm.

"hey." the sound of mikey's voice makes you jump, his usual goofy grin filling his face.

"shit! mikey, how many times do i have to tell you to stop sneaking up on me?"

"stop being so fun to scare then!" he tosses an arm over your shoulder, his feet falling into step with you.

mikey had been one of your closest friends for a long time. you two went to grade school together, and ever since he defended you from some older kids picking on you, you'd stuck close to each other. your personalities were completely opposite, but you wouldn’t trade him for the world. he was able to protect you from any drama or violence caused by toman, and you liked it that way. since draken was dating your other best friend (and she was mikey's sister), emma, you and him were good friends but he was the only other member of toman you knew personally.

"wanna do me a favor?"

"no, but you'll somehow get me to do it anyways."

"tutor one of my friends in chemistry?"

"which one?"

"baji."

"hell no."

"why?! baji's nice!"

"the same baji that lit a car on fire because he was hungry?" mikey furrowed his eyebrows, regretting telling you that story.

"so, he's a little... sporadic. i wouldn't ask you if i thought you were gonna be in any trouble. and that happened years ago!"

you pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers, sighing heavily. while you'd never met any of the other members of toman, mikey had a way of stressing you the hell out with his stories and injuries. there'd been countless nights he came to your house to get his wounds dressed by you or crash when he couldn't make it home after a big fight. and, hearing about the wild shit his friends got into made you wonder how chaotic it would be to spend time with any of them.

"i'm not tutoring any of you delinquents."

"so you wouldn't tutor me if i asked?!" he dramatically clutched his chest, feigning hurt.

"no." you deadpan, making him drop to his knees and cry out.

"mikey! shut up, okay okay i'd tutor you!" you hiss, desperate for him to stop being so dramatic and drawing attention to the two of you. he popped up, dusting himself off and continuing to walk as if nothing happened, making you roll your eyes.

"pleeeease (y/n)? in 20 years, you're the smartest person i've ever met, i don't know anyone else that could do it." he clasped his hands together, poking his lip out and giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

"christ, fine. but he's got one time to slip up or do something stupid, then i'm done."

"yaaaay! you're the best!"

"yea whatever, you owe me mochi for signing up for this shit." you tug him by the wrist to the convenience store on campus that carried your favorite mochi.

mikey walks you back to your dorm, leaving you to have your room to yourself. thankfully, you were lucky enough to get assigned a single dorm rather than having any roommates, which worked because you did not like the idea of sharing your space with someone 24/7. after showering and putting on comfortable clothes, you place your glasses on your nightstand and stare at your ceiling.

how the hell were you supposed to help keisuke baji with chemistry? what was he even majoring in that he needed to take the class?! you roll your eyes, pushing away thoughts of the toman members as you close your eyes for a nap.

[tamabbyboi]

~Shouto Todoroki~

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x reader

Fairytale: Cinderella (Try to guess what fairytales the other characters will be!! I already have them figured out so it'll be cool to see what you guys think!!)

~Prologue

~Epilogue

~Fairytale Phenomenon masterlist

~Main masterlist

A/N: HI IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I'm a lot less busy than I have been so hopefully I'll have more time to write! This was kinda difficult to write due to the circumstance of the plot, you'll see why but I'm super proud of this!!

Word Count: 4.2k (the longest thing I've ever written!!)

Warnings: cursing, reader is female leaning, wears dresses, and mentioned as being a maiden however they/them pronouns are used. Slight manga spoilers?? I used a currently manga-only character (Chitose Kizuki, most likely will be animated this season) as the evil stepmother because I didn't want to do that to anyone else, however the only spoiler is her existence and appearance.

Thank you so much to @granddecoffee and @melancholymetropolis for beta-ing!!!!

"Oh! It's starting! You got lucky, this time it's Cinderella! And you get to play Cinderella themself! I'm sure you're familiar with the tale. Make sure not to break character or the story gets reset!"

"What?! That's it you're just gonna-"

"I'll leave you to it then! Have fun!"

The quirk wielder's form faded along with the dark abyss around you, taking you through flashbacks of a Cinderella childhood. Though you couldn't control your actions, you watched through the eyes of your character.

In the beginning you watched from the point of view of a child, looking upward toward two adults you assumed to be your parents in this fairytale world. They showed themselves to be incredibly caring parents, and you felt a warm feeling in their presence, despite not really knowing them.

As the story goes, you saw your fairytale mother fall ill and pass away, left with the view of a grief stricken father attempting his best for his child. A father that remarried because he believed it to be what was best, even though his following death only made things worse.

Still not in control, the body you were watching from gradually grew older as scenes of mistreatment from the stepmother, named Chitose Kizuki, occured. She had light blue skin and lavender hair, her eyes were a brilliant emerald green with blackened scleras. She was beautiful, but even without knowledge of the storyline you were about to face, anyone could tell she was no good.

Your new stepsisters mistreated you as well, though you could tell it was from the coaxing of their mother and not necessarily of their own accord. What surprised you, was that these were the first two faces you recognized so far. Your so-called evil stepsisters were none other than your own classmates and friends:

Uraraka and Tsu.

Well what the fuck? Why are two of the nicest people I've ever met the villains?

You noted that you were not permitted to call members of your stepfamily by name; you were only to refer to them as stepmother or stepsister, and you observed as your body completed the harsh regimen of chores that awaited you.

Goddammit, I'm stuck doing housework? Why couldn't I have gotten put in Sleeping Beauty or something? A 100 year nap sounds SO nice.

As you gained control of your body you realized that now, acting out the rest of the story was up to you. All you had to do was stay in character. Would it really be that hard?

"Y/N-ieeeeeeeee," you heard the high pitched voice of your stepmother call.

Your eye twitched. Yeah. It's gonna be hard not to snap.

You commenced with the housework assigned to you, and time passed by as if you were in a movie montage.

I wish I could put this little time and effort into chores in real life.

After the montage, you heard the doorbell ring. You figured it was your duty to get the door, and it's not like you didn't know what it was. You opened the door, expecting a random palace worker there to invite your family to the ball.

What you did not expect was another one of your classmates and friends, Tenya Iida himself.

You supposed it made sense for the fastest man around to be delivering things for the palace. Though quirks seemed not to exist in this reality, you were sure that the quirks of those you knew in your real life would transfer to the skills of their fairytale selves.

Iida gave the exact spiel you were expecting, telling you to extend an invitation that was now in your hand to every eligible maiden in your house. The invitation itself was a nicely decorated scroll, with beautiful lettering.

The way he spoke was comfortingly familiar in this alternate reality, though you couldn't risk breaking character by acting suspicious.

Once your friend left, you went to read the scroll, but before you could unroll it it was snatched from your hand by your stepmother.

"The prince is holding a ball, girls!" Uraraka and Tsu came barreling into the front room, squealing with joy and asking a million questions.

"When is it?"

"What will we wear? I only have two suitable gowns!"

"Will the Prince fall in love with me?"

Jesus CHRIST this is not how they act in real life!

"Girls!" Your stepmother shushed as you observed silently. "We only have a few days to prepare, Y/N will make us the dresses we need,"

I will what?

"And rest assured, the prince will fall in love with one of you! And then the three of us will live happily ever after! Y/N, go into town for materials and get started on our gowns right away." She placed a bit of money into your hand.

Knowing how the story goes, you knew better than to ask to go to the ball. But the story seemed to be on pause, as if waiting for something.

Really? Now I have to beg?

"Stepmother, shall I make a dress for myself?"

Ew I sound DISGUSTING.

She and her two daughters looked at you incredulously and scoffed. You couldn't say you weren't expecting this, but for the sake of not starting over, you pretended to have a genuine reaction to what happened next.

"You can go if you manage to make yourself something in time. It did say every maiden in the land is to attend." She had a look on her face that told of her true intentions, and you were sure that you'd be extremely suspicious had you not known what she would eventually do.

And with that you were transported into town, almost like a scene change in a movie.

This just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

You looked around for a shop where you could purchase the materials you needed, however your search was cut short when you walked right into a hooded figure.

"I am so sorry I should have been wat-"

"It's alright, miss. Are you okay?" You heard the familiar voice and looked up to find that sure enough, a head of read and white hair was revealed to be under the hood.

Todoroki's here too?

You felt a wave of disappointment. If Todoroki was a random townsperson this meant that he wasn't your prince. That you didn't get to be with the one you have feelings for, even in a fairytale. When the fairytale quirk user spoke of your "little crush" you immediately knew they were talking about Todoroki. But if he wasn't the prince, then who was?

While you were wallowing in your missed opportunity to romance Todoroki, the man himself was staring at you blankly. You realized you still hadn't responded.

"I'm fine! Again I'm so sorry for bumping into you-"

"It really is alright, miss..." He looked at you expectantly.

"Y/N L/N, but you can just call me Y/N."

"Shouto Todoroki," he began

Yeah, wow, shocker, didn't know that.

"But you can just call me Shouto."

OH??!?! HIS GIVEN NAME?!?!?

You gave him a warm smile despite your internal freak out and shook his outstretched hand.

"I'm looking for a fabric store, do you happen to know where I could find one?" you asked, figuring this was his role in this reality.

"No, I don't come here very often, sorry. I can help you find one though, if you'd like the assistance?"

You, of course, accepted, and you and Todoroki were off. As you made your way around the town together, you found yourself in another montage.  Soon enough, you were talking and laughing. While you weren’t fully experiencing what was going on, a warm, joyous feeling filled your entire being. You just felt happy.

It took you a while to find a store, and Todoroki announced that he must take his leave, saying he’d spent too much time away from home and there were people worrying about him. Though by the look on his face you could tell he didn’t want to go. Knowing his rocky relationship with his father, you weren’t surprised, though you had hoped he’d be able to catch a break from the man in a fairytale world.

“When can I see you again?” His words made your heart flutter.

“Um... I don’t know when I’ll be in town next. I have to make dresses for my stepfamily for the ball and-”

“Oh! That’s it! The ball! I’ll see you there, alright?” He looked so excited, and you could only nod enthusiastically, knowing how the story goes. Todoroki walked away, leaving you in front of the shop a moment longer, stuck in your thoughts.

Does this mean he is the prince? Isn’t this how some of the Cinderella stories go?

Before you could step foot into the shop you took so long to find you were suddenly transported to your room, or rather the attic, eith a pile of fabric. You were launched right into another montage, this time including you sewing, a skill you didn’t know you possessed in this capacity.

Really? All that for nothing?

The dresses you created were beautiful. Uraraka's was a light pink color, with white lace detail and trim. Tsu's was an elegant gown with a large skirt, in a stunning emerald green. Your stepmother's was a light lavender that matched her hair.

The most beautiful of all was yours, a brilliant (f/c) with a stunning style that you knew would flatter your body type.

It's such a shame this is gonna get torn to shreds. At least I get to wear it for like,, five minutes.

After dressing your stepfamily you slipped into your own gown, making sure to take a moment to study yourself in the mirror. You looked gorgeous.

Hot DAMN.

You said a mental goodbye to the stunning dress before heading downstairs to ‘go to the ball’; but it’s not like you didn’t know what was really about to happen.

As you descended the stairs you could hear the soft gasps of your stepfamily, all three of them in awe of the garment on your body.

Oh great. It’s gonna be worse than I thought, isn’t it?

"What do you think you're doing?" Tsu and Uraraka were still staring in awe as your stepmother questioned you.

"You said I could go to the ball if I made myself a dress. Here it is." You gestured to the garment on your body.

"No, that won't do; it's all ragged and torn!" She replied without hesitation.

"What do you mean?"

"It's all torn, isn't it girls?" She gestured wildly to her daughters, trying to get them to get the hint.

Are they purposefully ignoring that, or are they just stupid...?

"No, mother I don't see a problem with it at all!" Tsu was the first to speak.

OH FUCK YEAH! THIS IS A VERSION WITH STEPSISTER REDEMPTION!!

"In fact, it's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen!" Uraraka said her piece.

"Now why would you go and make a dress more beautiful than ours for yourself, hmm?"

You held back your tongue. This woman had the audacity-

She ripped the dress. She ripped it. Tore it. The absolutely gorgeous piece of art that you wore. Ruined.

RIP most beautiful thing I've ever worn. It shall be missed.

Uraraka and Tsu looked just as betrayed as you felt. It seemed that neither of them wanted the glorious dress to be destroyed either. They shot you twin apologetic looks.

"Well, now that that's taken care of we'll be off girls." Your stepmother motioned for her daughters to follow her to the door, but before she could go through it she turned to say one more thing. "Oh, and make sure to clean the fabric scraps you left on the floor."

This BITCH-

Uraraka and Tsu both turned to you and mouthed sorry, you gave them a slight smile and a nod back, letting them know you would be fine. You knew what happened next, after all.

You entered the back garden, making sure to really play up the sadness for the sake of not breaking character, though some of the sadness was very real. That was a really pretty dress.

As you sat on the ground, resting your arms on the edge of the fountain, you saw a poof of purple smoke appear next to you: your fairy godmother you assumed. You had been wondering who it would end up being since the beginning, and looking up you were faced with...

Midnight-sensei?!?!?

Pro-hero and UA teacher Midnight stood there in all her glory. You looked at her in awe. She was wearing a glittering, form fitting, deep purple gown that complimented her dark hair well. She had her signature weapon in place of a wand.

"Oh dear, what happened to that beautiful dress?"

"Uh- it got torn," you responded dumbly, too distracted by the fact that she was your fairy godmother to properly gather your thoughts.

"I can see that," she chuckled, "Why don't you let me spruce that up a bit for ya?" She didn't wait for a response before waving her 'wand' and releasing a cloud of gas to surround you, fading away to reveal a new gown. A gown that, to be expected from Midnight, showed a tad too much skin for a royal ball.

I'm not saying I don't look great right now, but I probably shouldn't wear this to this kind of event.

"Um, this is a little revealing-"

"What do you mean? There's no such things as too revealing!"

"I'm going to a royal ball..."

"Ah... right."

The gas enveloped you once more and left you with a jaw-dropping gown fit for royalty. It was f/c and f/style. It was somehow even more gorgeous than the one that your stepmother tore. And of course, the look wouldn't be complete without the iconic glass slippers.

Midnight waved her arms in excitement "Oh you look absolutely stunning! You're sure to snag the prince in that get-up!"

Though you knew that would happen, you tried to stay in character. "Oh I'm not there to woo the prince. I merely wish to see someone I met a few days ago, that's all."

"Well whatever you do, you'll need a way to get there." She began searching the area. "Let's see... this pumpkin could make a good carriage! And what's this, some mic? They'll be horses and footmen soon- a little magic should do the trick!"

The same gas that dressed you surrounded some of the garden, and as it cleared, a carriage with two horses and two footmen became visible.

Midnight turned to you with a wide smile. "Have fun! But not too much fun, if you know what I mean!"

Oh my god

"Oh! One more thing!"

Let me guess, it all wears off at midnight?

"The magic wears off at midnight, so be careful!"

Wow, didn't see that one coming.

"I will! Thank you so much!" You stepped into the carriage and as it rode off, you saw Midnight disappear in a cloud of gas herself.

You then suddenly arrived at the palace. Your footmen opened the door to your carriage and helped you step out and onto the path to the doors. You were late so there weren't many people around, only palace guards.

The guards nodded to you and opened the doors. You entered the castle, and, after being guided there, you stepped into the ballroom. The moment you entered, the murmuring throughout the grand space silenced for a split second. All eyes in the room were on you.

Well damn, I really do clean up, don't I???

As you descended the staircase, you watched as a head of red and white hair raced through the crowd to meet you at the bottom. He held out his hand for you to take.

"Could I interest you in a dance?"

Oh my god he IS the prince. This is going to be a lot more enjoyable than I thought.

"Why of course." You took his hand and he led you to the dance floor. He smiled softly at you as you danced, another thing you didn't actually know how to do. This fairytale world sure was full of surprises.

"I'm glad you're here. I hadn't seen you so I lost a bit of hope," he whispered.

"I'm so sorry about that! I had a... wardrobe malfunction!" you frantically apologized.

"Don't worry about it. What matters is that you made it at all." He smiled softly and your heart warmed.

As the song died down Todoroki began to pull you through the crowd. "Let's go to the garden. We can talk more there."

You felt another montage come on, quite like sewing montage and the one with Todoroki earlier. The two of you talking about anything and everything, laughing so hard you doubled over where you sat, and getting into serious topics that had you both reaching out to the other to comfort them.

There was a lull in the montage and you were hit with a question that caught you off guard.

"I know this sounds crazy, but if I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?"

Oh Todoroki, my beloved you have no idea.

"It's just that my dad wants me to find someone to marry and if I don't he'll choose someone for me. And even though we've only met a few times, I feel like we understand each other. The only person I've ever felt this way around is you."

God damnit. I get this kind of romance then I'm going to have to go back to my pining in the real world where he doesn't feel that way about me at all. At least I get to enjoy this while it lasts.

"I feel the same. You make me feel like no one else can." You said with complete sincerity, conveying what you were too scared to in the real world. "So to answer your question-" Before you could finish you were forced to take off running.

Bells had started ringing. It was midnight.

oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh SHIT.

"I'm so sorry! I really have to go!" You shouted as you ran.

Shouto followed behind you, calling your name and begging you to come back. It broke your heart to run from him, it really did. But even though you had to, you at least had the advantage of knowing everything would turn out fine.

As expected, while you hurried out of the palace one of your glass slippers fell off. You abandoned it, leaving Todoroki with a way to track you down.

As you hastily boarded your carriage and yelled for it to take off, you looked back once more to see a crestfallen prince holding your shoe.

I'm sorry Shouto, I really am.

The carriage began to fade around you, you stepped out of it and awaited the full breakdown of the magic. Sure enough, in front of you stood a pumpkin and a few mice that quickly scurried off. Your beautiful gown turned back into the shredded one you'd worn previously, and all that remained was, of course, your single glass slipper.

You were more thankful than ever for the movie-like teleportation- it brought you directly to your attic rather than making you walk all the way home. You changed into your 'regular clothes' and quickly went downstairs to clean the mess your stepmother made earlier. 

Just as you finished, your stepfamily got home. You rushed upstairs to pretend you were asleep, but could hear their faint chatter. They seemed to be talking about how they didn't get the prince's attention all night, but neither Uraraka nor Tsu were very mad about that. It was their mother that was complaining.

After a few minutes, you heard footsteps approach the entrance to your attic room. You used your best acting skills to make it seem as if you were asleep, but your stepsisters saw right through it.

"Y/N? You're awake, aren't you?" Tsu asked.

You opened your eyes and sat up. "What are you two doing up here?"

They looked at each other for a moment before Uraraka responded "We just wanted to apologize for earlier. And thank you for our dresses."

Aww, see? They could never be evil.

"Mother has always been so cruel to you, and I don't know why. It isn't right. I'm sorry we never did anything about it; it was wrong of us." Tsu bowed her head, and Uraraka followed her lead.

"No it's okay! You don't have to apologize for it, it's not like it's your fault! And don't feel bad for not doing anything. If you had she might have treated you guys badly too. You were only protecting yourselves."

The three of you talked a bit more before going to bed, and you were happy to see the stepsister redemption. You'd always liked those versions of Cinderella better anyways.

Of course, going to bed didn't mean you'd sleep. Not in this fairytale world, it didn't. You traveled immediately to the next day. You were doing your morning chores in the living room when your stepmother stormed in, fuming with anger.

"Care to tell me what this is?" She shoved a piece of paper in your face. It had the royal seal on it and announced that the prince was in search of a Y/N L/N that he danced with at the ball. It said any information on their whereabouts would be rewarded, and that he'd be searching for them nonetheless, going door to door.

You weren't able to come up with a response. Not one in character, anyways. You thought about saying something that would possibly send you back to the beginning, but you'd come this far and being put into a romantic situation with Todoroki made you want to go back to real life and confess as soon as possible. Who knew getting put into a weird fairytale-coma would be what it took for you to tell him how you felt?

Your stepmother grew impatient with your lack of response and grabbed your arm, dragging you up the stairs.

"How dare you defy me and go to that ball? What did you even wear after I shredded that monstrosity of yours? And now you're stealing away the prince's affections from my daughters?" She continued to interrogate you as you neared your attic. You still didn't respond. "You witch! You won't even talk to your mother?"

That's it. This bitch is annoying me. Time to give Cinderella a backbone.

"You are not my mother. You treat me like a slave. And if anyone's a witch here it's you!"

She looked horrified as she shoved you through the attic entrance and locked it. "Prince Todoroki can search for you wherever he wants, but he sure as hell won't find you here."

That's what you think. But I know how the story goes.

Not too long after you heard her footsteps fade away, you could faintly hear your stepmother tell Todoroki and his guards that you weren't there. You grew worried at the situation- you didn't know how to get out of this.

But your worry faded when you heard Tsu tell the guards that their mother was lying and that Y/N was, in fact, upstairs. Despite your stepmother’s protests, Tsu began to describe what had been done to you your whole life. As she spoke, you heard footsteps hurriedly approach.

The door unlocked and swung open, revealing Uraraka on the other side with a wide grin on her face. "I managed to snag these while mother was freaking out." She held up a ring of keys.

You tackled her in a hug. "Thank you! Thank you so much! How can I ever repay you?"

"Go and live your happily ever after. That's all Tsu and I want to see. Oh, and invite us to the wedding!"

I guess this is kinda like living a happily ever after, huh?

You chuckled. "Of course."

You ran down the stairs and saw that Midoriya and Bakugou had your stepmother restrained while Tsu stood smiling and chatting with Tokoyami and Ojiro, the other guards.

Todoroki stood by himself, obviously waiting for you. And as soon as he heard you descend the stairs he turned toward you and the happiest smile you'd ever seen spread across his face.

GOD I am in love with this man.

You ran to him and the two of you embraced, your arms around his neck and his around your waist. You pulled back slightly and rested your forehead on his, both of you smiling so wide it seemed as if your faces weren't wide enough.

"Hi." Your smile somehow grew wider.

"Hi." And so did his.

And then you pressed your lips to his, kissing for the first time and beginning the happily ever after of this augmented reality.

In that moment, you guiltily wished you could stay there forever. Inside a literal fairytale, living your happily ever after with Shouto Todoroki. But as the scene faded out and you could no longer feel his touch you knew you'd have to find that happily ever after back in the real world, and you couldn't be more excited to do that.

Epilogue

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Can I Be Him? (Carol Danvers x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You and Carol have been the bestest of friends for years and years, to you it’s simply platonic. Whereas for Carol, she tortures herself constantly pining after you. The situation only gets worse when you get engaged to your boyfriend of three years and Carol has to leave for a mission (that could more or less take her six years to get back from).

The day before Carol has to leave, she admits her feelings for you, giving you two choices: to leave him and go with her or stay with him and get married.

Who will you choose and what will be your outcome?

Author’s Note: Yeah, I’m gonna make this a two parter lol since I wanna be dramatic. But stay tuned for tomorrow’s add on! 😁

Fic inspired by James Arthur’s song Can I Be Him? Which was 1000% the reason I wrote this.

Warnings! ANGST

Part Two Here!

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You walked into the room and now my heart has been stolen.

You took me back in time to when I was unbroken.

Now you're all I want.

And I knew it from the very first moment,

'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again.

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“Carol, stop! You’re cheating!” You shriek as her Mortal Kombat character starts to pummel yours into a bloody pulp.

“How is it that you’re the one that taught me this game, yet—I’m kicking your ass.” The blonde says with a cocky smirk. “Guess you just suck.”

“Or my controller’s stuck.” You shot back.

“Yeah, okay,” She rolled her eyes playfully.

You two were at your apartment, it was your day off and you wanted nothing more than to relax at home, Carol just happened to sweeten the deal with a case of beer and some pizza.

The Captain and the Avenger, or as the others like to call you—Bert and Ernie. You and Carol were about as thick as thieves and you were never really seen without each other hardly ANYWHERE around the compound. It all started when Carol had been assigned a partner to accompany her on a mission to The Garden back in 2018. Everyone swore that you two wouldn’t get along, with your ability to plan ahead and Carol’s ability to...not plan ahead it was bound to be a recipe for disaster. But after a few jokes here and there and a battle later on you two became inseparable.

Nothing could shake or disrupt the bond that you two had, all except for one thing...him.

Carol had beaten you three times in the past five minutes, she offered a final round after noticing your frustration only to win again within seconds.

“Well, well, well,” Carol throws her arms behind her head. “What’s my score again, four? And what’s yours, zip?”

The playful challenge in her gaze stirred your competitive edge, the one that hated to lose and absolutely hated being out of control. Especially in the game of your choosing.

You cross your arms over your chest and pouted like a child, “It’s only because you cheated.” You huffed.

“Yeah, keep on telling yourself that, babe. Don’t be mad because you’re a sore loser.” She teased.

“Re-Match then.” You challenged with a grin. “If I win, you’ll do whatever I say. Same thing goes if you win.”

Carol’s brows lift up in intrigue, “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“That’s something we’ll have to figure out on our own time.” You say. You extend your hand out for Carol to shake. “So, do we have a deal, Danvers?”

She takes your hand, shaking it firmly. “We do.”

Her grip on your hand lingers longer than she meant to, yours were baby soft compared to hers, each callus and dry patch were a layout of her life, each held a story and meaning.

You slid your hand out from her grasp when you heard the door open and shut. You turned your head in the direction of the approaching footsteps, a smile forms on your lips when you hear, “Sweetheart? I’m home!”

“Hi, honey!” You call out.

Kevin Davis, your boyfriend of three years. A man as sweet as they came, someone that would move Heaven and Earth for you. He was a doctor helping out at the compound and you just so happened to come back from a mission with some severe battle damage. Long story short, you two fell in love and moved in together.

Carol forces her best smile before her eyes met with your boyfriend’s. “Hey, Kevin.”

“Hey, Car.” He greets with a small smile.

Carol hated that nickname. Much more than she hated him.

Not that he was a bad guy. Kevin was actually a great guy, always able to help out and very friendly. She didn’t hate him for that though, she hated how you would look at him when he told a joke or how your eyes would light up when you talked about him. But what Carol had hated most of all...was that it wasn’t her.

A portion of her heart dies as she sees you stand up to kiss him, you two talked and acted as if she wasn’t there, which made her want to scream and cry until her throat went raw. These feelings began the first time she met you. After the Snap, everyone was expected to mourn and remember the loved ones who vanished. Carol was dealing with losing a loved one as well. Her best friend, her rock, and the only family she had, Maria Rambeau, who had passed away from cancer.

You were there when she went and comforted her immediately after. Your bond strengthened since that day, as well as Carol’s feelings for you.

“I should be heading out,” Carol drew herself to her feet. “I gotta get up early for a meeting.”

“No, Carol you don’t have to leave, we can continue our game.” You tried to convince her.

‘I’d rather chew on barbed wire than to be in the same room with him.’

But instead of saying that, she bites her tongue and simply shakes her head. “It’s okay, Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

You gave a soft smile. “Okay.”

“Bye, Kevin.” The words produced the taste of bile to spread on her tongue.

“Bye, Carol.” Kevin says with his unrelenting smile.

Carol manages to make it to the car before she bursts into violent tears.

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I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me.

Like it was a private show, I know you never saw me.

When the lights come on and I'm on my own,

Will you be there to sing it again?

Could I be the one you talk about in all your stories?

Can I be him?

I heard there was someone but I know he don't deserve you.

If you were mine I'd never let anyone hurt you, no, no.

I wanna dry those tears, kiss those lips.

It's all that I've been thinking about.

'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again.

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Six years.

Six years on recon for a planet held hostage by some alien heretics, a distress call was sent and Carol was the only one who had answered. Six years and a million light years away from Earth, and a million light years away from you.

Carol had to leave early the next morning and wouldn’t have the chance to say goodbye to you before she left. So she decided to head over to your apartment for the re-match, once there; she found saying goodbye to be much more difficult than anticipated. Especially when you would greet her with such a smile that was now burned into her memory.

She tried not to think about it at all while you were playing the game, she tried not think of anything while playing.

“How are you beating me again?” You cried in disbelief watching Carol’s character slice yours in three parts.

“I told you I was good, you just didn’t believe me.” She smiles smugly. “Looks like I’m gonna win the bet.”

“You can try,” You challenged as you poked your tongue out at her.

Carol regained her focus back to the video game, having you on the ropes and your character’s life bar hanging on by a thread. It wasn’t until you lifted your left hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear that she caught glimpse of the gold engagement ring practically beaming up at her.

That was when she paused the game.

You gave a puzzled look. “What’d you do that for?”

Instead of answering you she stood up quickly, turning her back to you as she tried to fight the tears that threatened to slip down her cheeks. Engaged, how could you be engaged? And why with him?

“Carol?” You called softly.

“You weren’t gonna tell me...about the ring?” She asks, doing her best to hold off on crying.

Your eyes dart down to the gold band on your finger, fiddling with it gently. You yourself were quite shocked about it, the second that Carol left was when Kevin had proposed to you.

“I didn’t know how to say it,” You murmur. “I wanted to tell you first before I told everyone else.”

“So you decided to wear it and hope that I’d notice?” She chuckles.

“I was gonna talk to you after the game, ya know...if you hadn’t paused it.” You say as you awaited some form of a retort from your best friend, only to get no response. “Are you okay?”

Carol remained quiet for a few minutes, allowing the warm streams of water to fall down her cheeks. Burning as they did. Before you had the chance to ask again, Carol’s lips part to speak, the tears evident in her voice, “Why’d you say yes?”

“What?” You blinked up at her. “What do you mean?”

“I’m asking why him?” Her lip trembles.

“And I’m asking what brought this up?” You retort. “Because you’ve never said anything about this before and...and I don’t understand why now?”

She sighs before turning to you, her eyes pink and swollen. “Why now?”

You nod.

“Because I loved you since the beginning but I didn’t know it yet, and I especially didn’t know that it would hurt to love you this much.” Carol tells you, crying harder. “Especially when you talk about him.”

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Your throat constricted as unshed tears stung your eyes. “Waiting until now to say something doesn’t change anything, Carol. You can’t just—“

“I’m leaving for a mission tomorrow,” She says abruptly. “...for six years.”

The words that formed on your tongue evaporated instantly, gazing up at her with quiet intensity. “When we’re you going to tell me?”

“Today.” She replies.

“And that was supposed to soften the blow?”

“I thought—“

“No,” It was your turn to cut her off. “You can’t just drop a bomb on me like this.”

“You’re one to talk, when were you going to tell me that you were engaged?” She shot back, your silence being the response that she needed. “I thought so.”

You fiddled with your ring again, the band was heavy now feeling as if it would constrict your finger. “I loved you too...from the start, and I still do. I waited for you—to step in at any moment. I pushed Kevin away multiple times because you’re the one that I wanted. And...I still want you. Only you, Carol. If you would’ve said something then I wouldn’t be engaged. But now it’s too late.”

“Come with me,” She cried. “Please...”

You shake your head slowly, your tears flowing down your cheeks with haste. “I can’t—“

“Yes, you can. Leave him. Leave him and...and come with me. Please, Y/N.” Carol begged. “You say it’s too late but you still have time. We still have time. Come with me...please.”

“Carol, I—“

And before you were able to finish your answer, the door opened and Kevin walked in, “Hi, baby! I’m home!”

“Hi, honey.” You reply quietly.

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To be continued....👀

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