#but sometimes you literally planned a lil life together and then fell apart

[slutcore-starships]

evening cancelled i just stumbled across one of the songs i associated with my codependent t4t situationship from a couple years ago

[sematarygirls]

   EX-CONVICT!BABYDADDY!RAFE x FEM!READER

WARNINGS .ᐟ unprotected p in v, breeding kink if you squint, heavyyyy angst, rafe being an asshole (as per usual), brief mentions of guns/police raid and drugs

NOTES .ᐟ guys, i need him so bad, like actually. based on this concept from my silly little brain. dad!rafe stays in my mind 24/7, but this is me we're talking about, so of course, i had to put a lil spin on it. also this turned out way longer than i meant it to, woah

After almost four years, you were finally starting to feel like you were getting your shit together. You were living in a nice house in a nice neighborhood where everyone knew everyone—the kind of place where people literally asked their neighbors for cups of sugar. You had a stable job that allowed you to live comfortably and provide for yourself and your daughter, and you had a big St. Bernard, lovingly named Moonshine after you'd watched one too many episodes of Moonshiners, that provided a sense of safety and security when the nights were cold and the paranoia started to creep into your mind.

Being a single mom was not easy, and it definitely hadn't been a part of your life plan, but then, you met Rafe Cameron—the ever charming, sweet talking man that he was. He swept you up and made you feel like the only girl in the world, like nothing else mattered as long as you were by his side, so when you found out you were pregnant, you were over the moon at the idea of starting a family with him.

But Rafe Cameron was a liar. He was selfish and manipulative, and he turned your life right on it's head.

You could still remember the day the police kicked in the door of your apartment, bursting in with guns drawn, pointed directly at you. You were eight months pregnant and having a gun pointed at you—at your baby—made you physically ill.

They had raided the apartment and found copious amounts of drugs. Your heart dropped, and you immediately felt like an idiot. How had you not known? You knew he made more money than he realistically should have, but the thought never even crossed your mind that this could be the reason. You were heartbroken and angry. Angry that he had lied. Angry that he put you in this position. And, angry that he was leaving you.

Rafe was arrested, and eventually charged with possession with intent to distribute due to the amount of drugs they found, which resulted in a five year sentence. You were sad and angry, not only because you were losing the man you always thought was the love of your life, but also because now, you were alone, and your daughter wouldn't know her father for the first five years of her life.

This anger and resentment festered, mixing with longing and a deep, aching sadness. You couldn't bring yourself to answer his calls or letters, let alone visit him. You didn't know who he was anymore. The man that you saw sporting handcuffs and an orange jumpsuit at his trial was not the same man you fell in love with, and you wouldn't pretend like he was.

You had known Rafe's release date was approaching, but you were under the impression that you still had a little over a year to plan on what you were going to do when it finally came. That's why you were so unsuspecting when you went to answer the harsh knock at your door.

It was a Thursday night, and you were cuddled up on the couch with Moonshine, who was practically the size of you. A horror movie was playing on the TV before you, one you'd seen practically a million times, and every few minutes, your gaze would flicker to the baby monitor on the coffee table that displayed the feedback from a camera in your daughter, Rhiannon's, room.

You jumped a little at the harsh sound of a knock on your front door, the horror movie already having you on edge. You could be paranoid sometimes, especially being a single mom, so realistically, you knew you shouldn't have been watching it so late at night, but they were your guilty pleasures that you couldn't indulge in the light of day because of your toddler.

Moonshine immediately jumped up, a low growl escaping his throat as his hair stood on end. Your brows furrowed at his odd behavior, pausing the movie and unfurling yourself from your comfortable position. Your steps were soft on the hardwood, your socks cushioning the sound as you padded over to the front door, patting the dog's head comfortingly as you unlocked the door, completely unaware with what would greet you on the other side.

As you opened the door, the cool night air hit you, carrying with it the faint scent of cigarette smoke. You blinked in surprise, expecting to see a neighbor, but instead, you found yourself face to face with Rafe Cameron.

Your eyes widened, the air knocked from your lungs as you took him in. He was changed, broader and more imposing, his muscles flexing under his tight black t-shirt as he crossed his arms. His hair was buzzed, his chiseled jawline sporting stubble that made him look older, more mature.

He looked so different, but still, somehow, the same. You were hit by a wave of emotions—longing, love, sadness, but most presently, anger. Who did he think he was showing up unannounced in the middle of the night after all these years, especially looking so unapologetic and devastatingly handsome.

His piercing blue eyes bore into yours, captivating and dangerous like a wave pulling you under when you least expected it. "Hey, baby," he greeted, his voice low and smooth, like honey dripping off his tongue. The term of endearment fell from his lips without any semblance of warmth as he stared at you with an intensity that made you want to shrink in on yourself.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, your jaw clenching and grip on the door's edge tightening. You shivered a little as the cold air bit at your bare skin, barely registering the low growls of Moonshine behind you due to your tunnel vision on the man standing before you.

He smirked confidently, knowing the effect he had on you—the effect he always had on you. His eyebrow arched as he took in your appearance, his eyes lingering on your bare thighs, courtesy of your pajama shorts. "Aren't you going to invite me in, sweetheart? It's been a long time." He took a step forward, his broad frame filling the doorway intimidatingly.

You swallowed hard, resisting the urge to step back and let him intimidate you into getting what he wanted. You craned your neck to look up at him, his close proximity looming over you, making him seem even taller and more imposing than he already was. "And whose fault is that?" You managed to say, despite the pit in your stomach—a mix of dread, anxiety, and strangely, desire.

Rafe's gaze sharpened, his eyes glinting dangerously. He uncrossed his arms and braced one hand on the doorframe beside your head, leaning in closer. It made your breath catch in your throat, but you held firm. You couldn't let him see that he was getting to you. "Let me in," he clenched his jaw. His anger at you for abandoning him in there had been bubbling up, and your defiance was bringing it to the surface.

A light flickering on in the house across the street caught your eye. Old lady Flanigan had a habit of making everyone else's business, her business, and she was a nasty gossip. Unless you wanted people talking, you either had to let him in or get him to leave, and one of those would be a nearly impossible feat. "Rafe, you can't be here. You can't just barge back into my life after all this time," you told him firmly, your own eyes blazing with a fiery intensity.

"And why not?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. His body was practically vibrating with pent-up anger, his muscles taut as he leaned in closer, his breath fanning across your face. "Did you ever think about me? Did you ever think about what you did to us?"

"What I did?" You scoffed, anger bubbling up inside you at his accusation, blaming you as if he wasn't the one that went to prison and left you alone. "Are you fucking kidding me?" The old woman across the street was now shamelessly watching through her window, and you knew you had no choice but to let him in before her nosey ass called the cops on the strange, clearly out of place man lurking in the neighborhood.

He followed your eyes, looking over his shoulder to the nosy neighbor, his expression darkening. Without another word, he pushed past you, entering the house and forcing you to step back.

Your jaw clenched at his blatant disregard or respect for your wishes as you gently closed the door behind you. Moonshine barked, baring his teeth at the intruder, clearly sensing the tension and jumping into action to protect his family. "Moonshine, stop," you told him firmly. You were proud of him, but you didn't want his barking to wake Rhiannon. The last thing you could deal with right now was Rafe and a crying toddler. You could only focus on one temper tantrum at a time.

Rafe's eyes narrowed as he watched you control your dog, a muscle ticking in his jaw. His gaze then swept the interior of your home, taking in every detail as if memorizing it. "Nice place," he commented flatly, turning back to face you. "Where's my kid?"

You took a deep breath, your gaze hard at him calling your daughter his kid, like he had any right. He didn't even know her name or that she was a girl. "She's asleep," you told him, crossing your arms over your chest.

His piercing eyes bore into yours, unyielding. "Her name." he demanded gruffly.

"Rhiannon," you informed him hesitantly, your gaze darting to the monitor on the coffee table, making sure she was still asleep.

His expression flickered briefly, a flash of something softer, almost vulnerable, in his eyes before it was quickly concealed. He nodded once. "I want to see her." It wasn't a request. His posture remained tense and coiled, ready to react to your response.

You huffed, running a hand through your hair and heading to the kitchen with him hot on your heels. Maybe you wanted to busy yourself. Maybe you wanted an excuse not to have to look at him. Maybe you just wanted to walk away from him, to assert some kind of power. Either way, your next words were spoken with your back to him. "I told you. She's asleep. It's the middle of the fucking night, Rafe, what did you expect?"

He followed you into the kitchen, his presence overwhelming in the small space. The air felt charged, thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. "I don't give a fuck what time it is," he growled, his voice low and intense. "I've missed four years of her life already."

You rounded the kitchen island, planting your hands on it as you turned to face him, feeling more comfortable with the counter between you. Not because you were scared of him but because, despite yourself and despite your anger, you longed to touch him and have him touch you. "And whose fucking fault is that, huh?" You asked angrily, echoing your earlier words that he had ignored.

Rafe's expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he stared back at you. The muscle in his jaw clenched as he ground his teeth together, trying to rein in his anger. "Yours," he bit out. "You left me in there," he accused.

"You left me out here!" Your voice raised slightly before you caught yourself, letting out a hard breath. The only way you could keep yourself from getting sad, from crying over the loss of the only man you'd ever truly loved, was getting angry at him.

"You think I wanted to go to prison?" He hissed, rounding the island and backing you against the counter. "You think I had a fucking choice?"

"You did have a choice," you said sharply, bracing your hands on the counter behind you as you stared up at him. "You chose to deal drugs, and you chose to keep dealing even after you found out I was pregnant. Prison was just the consequence of all your shitty choices."

His hand came up, slamming on the cabinet beside your head, the sound making you jump slightly. "And what about you?" He seethed, his chest heaving as his breath came in short, angry bursts. "What about your choices, huh? You could've waited for me."

"I did what I had to do," you said, glaring at him. You weren't quite sure what else to say. You had to protect yourself, your own feelings, and your child. You couldn't have stayed in touch, sick with worry every night while you soothed a colicky baby all by yourself. You had to forget him; it was better that way, easier.

"What you had to do," he repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm and the faintest hint of hurt. "You moved on pretty quick, didn't you? Found some new dick to warm your bed, is that it?"

"Fuck you," you spat, the words stabbing you like a knife to the heart. You hadn't been able to bring yourself to even look at another man since he went away. You told yourself it was just because of Rhiannon, that you were focusing on raising her and being the best mother you could be, but deep down, you knew it was because your heart would always belong to Rafe.

"Is that it?" he repeated, his face inches from yours. His voice was low, his eyes searching yours for something. "You found some other man to replace me?"

"Maybe I have," you said stubbornly. You knew you were being petty, wanting him to hurt like you hurt, but you also knew you were a shit liar, so there was no way in hell he would actually believe you. "Maybe I have moved on."

His other hand shot out, gripping your chin roughly as he forced you to look at him. "Bullshit," he growled, looking down at you, his blue eyes darkened. "I can see it in your eyes. You haven't moved on to shit."

You stared up at him defiantly, your chest heaving with anger, which only intensified when you felt the wetness between your thighs. Even after all this time, all it took was a look and a simple touch to get you so wet, and as much as you hated it, you couldn't deny that something about his post-prison appearance—how rugged and large he was—made your knees week.

His hand tightened on your chin as he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a brutal, demanding kiss. It was clear he was angry, punishing you for the words you'd spoken, and you knew you should've pushed him away—yelled at him and told him to get the fuck out of your house—but you didn't.

Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you kissed him with an intensity that matched the war going on within you—the jumbled mess of love and hate that he had brought up within you.

He groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping your face roughly as he devoured your mouth. He pushed you further back against the counter that was now digging into your lower back, his body pinning you in place. You could feel his anger, his frustration, his desperation, and it only fueled your own emotions.

The kiss was raw and charged with a passionate mix of need, longing, and pure, unbridled anger, both of you trying to show the other that this wasn't a surrender of power or giving into the other and accepting blame. The kiss itself was an argument, a fight all of its own that didn't require words.

He hands went to your hips, lifting you onto the counter and stepping between your parted legs. Tearing his mouth from yours, he began kissing along your jawline and down the column of your throat. His lips were hot and insistent, his teeth nipping at your skin as he continued to mark you.

You panted, your chest heaving for an entirely different reason now as you let out soft gasps and breathy sounds of approval, your head falling back against the cabinet behind your head. You had forgotten how good he was with his mouth, always knowing exactly how to drive you wild.

He took advantage of the exposed column of your throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the counter. You let out a low moan, your nails raking against his buzzed scalp. As sexy as he looked with a buzzcut, you wished you could run your fingers through his hair, tugging on it slightly everytime he touched you just right.

"Mmm," he hummed against your skin, his voice a low vibration that seemed to go straight to your core. He kissed his way back up to your mouth, his hips pushing forward to press his hardness against your core. "Did you forget how good I am, baby?"

You internally rolled your eyes at his cocky tone, like he had won. "God, do you ever shut up?" You asked, sounding less annoyed and effective since you were still breathless from his kisses.

His hips thrust forward again, making an involuntary whine fall from your lips at the feeling. "Not when I'm right." He smirked, his eyes crinkling at the corners. His smirk was as frustratingly handsome as it had always been, and it made you want to smack him and kiss him all at once. "And I am."

"Don't be a dickhead," you glared at him, his arrogance and your own unyielding need for him only heightening your frustration. You were desperate and aching for him, but you refused to give in and beg him like you wanted to.

"Then quit acting like you're not soaking wet for me." His grip on your thighs tightened, calloused fingers digging into the soft flesh. "I bet if I slipped my hand into your shorts, I'd find you drenched and ready for me, wouldn't I?"

His smug tone infuriated you and turned you on all at once. "Shut up, Rafe," you demanded, balling your fist into the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer, so you could press your lips to his, forcing him to shut up and quit pissing you off.

Your grip on his shirt loosened, hand sliding down his hard, muscular chest to his waistband. You had always seen the trope of guys working out their frustrations in prison movies, but you didn't know that was actually a thing. Your fingers fumbled with his belt as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, sliding it along yours in a way that had you moaning against his lips

He groaned low in his throat as you finally worked the belt buckle open, sliding the leather through the loops and dropping it to the floor with a clank. His hands immediately slid up your thighs, hooking into the waistband of your shorts and pulling them down your legs—with the help of you awkwardly shifting to lift your ass enough to do so.

He discarded the garments to the floor with his belt, his palms running along your bare thighs as he parted your legs wider, opening you to him. His calloused fingertips brushed against your center, feeling your slick folds, making you gasp into his mouth. "Told you," he grinned against your lips, finding it in himself to be a complete dick, even when he was about to be inside you.

"Asshole," you mumbled, fingers deftly popping open the button of his jeans and unzipping them. You hooked your fingers in his waistband, shoving his pants and underwear down as he had done to you.

He kicked his pants and boxers off the rest of the way, stepping between your thighs again. His hard cock was flushed, the tip glistening with precum. He gripped himself at the base, rubbing the head through your slick folds teasingly. "What was that, baby?"

Your breath caught in your throat. "Just put your dick inside me before I kill you," you threatened him, though you both knew you wouldn't do anything, not really.

He chuckled lowly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "You want it so bad, don't you?" He teased, his tip nudging against your entrance but not pushing inside. "Beg for it, baby. Let me hear how much you need my cock." He didn't need to be angry when he could punish you like this. He knew begging was the last thing you wanted to do, but he also knew that you'd do it.

"Don't piss me off right now, Rafe," you gritted your teeth, the feeling of him against your entrance making you dizzy with desire.

"Or what, baby? You'll what?" He pressed against you again, the tip of his cock pushing inside just slightly before pulling back out. "Tell me what you'll do if I don't give you what you want." He was pushing your buttons, knowing exactly how to make you snap.

You practically whimpered at the feeling of him pulling out. "Fuck- fine, please, Rafe," you panted, furious with yourself and him that you were giving into him. "Please just fuck me already."

The confident, victorious smirk that instantly appeared on his face had you wanting to slap him. "Now was that so hard?" He condescend. Your annoyed retort died in your throat as he finally pushed into you, making you moan, your head falling back against the cupboard at the feeling of him inside you after so long.

He groaned as your tight heat enveloped him, his fingers digging into your thighs hard enough to bruise as he started to move. His body tensed, using every ounce of his self control not to cum on the spot. Four years of fucking himself in his hand was nothing compared to the way you were squeezing him right now.

One hand moved up to your mouth, muffling your growing moans and whines. "Shh," he cooed. You were thankful for it. You knew you had to be quiet, but the way he was pounding into you made it nearly impossible.

"Did you miss me, baby?" He leaned down, breathing hotly against your neck as he nipped at your throat. "Did you lay awake at night thinking about me stretching you like this?" He flexed his hips, driving deep inside you.

You nodded, letting out a muffled "mhm" against his palm as your back arched into him. He felt so good, better than you'd remembered, and you hadn't had sex in four years, so you were so worked up.

"Good," he purred, his teeth scraping against your skin as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. "Because I missed you too, baby. Missed this tight little cunt wrapped around my dick." The hand on your thigh dipped down between your legs, his calloused thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

You gasped against his palm, your eyes rolling back at the mix of sensations. You were already so pathetically close, feeling that familiar aching deep within you.

He could feel your weepy cunt starting to flutter around him, and he was more than glad that you were so close so quickly because he didn't know how much longer he could hold back. "Gonna cum inside this pretty little pussy, baby. Gonna get you pregnant again, and this time I'm not gonna miss a damn thing"

His words turned you on more than they should have, snapping that coil inside you and sending you over the edge. You tensed around his dick, feeling your orgasm wash over you as you cried out his name.

"Shit, baby," he groaned, burying his face into your neck, his facial hair tickling your skin as he pushed himself deep inside you, painting your insides white with his release. His breath was hot against your already heated skin, a thin layer of sweat coating both your bodies as he slowly softened inside you.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to catch your breath, his hand falling from your mouth to brace himself on the counter. You couldn't believe that after all these years of promising yourself you wouldn't let him back into your life, you had so easily opened your legs and even let him cum inside you—because clearly that worked out so well for you last time.

He stayed buried inside you for a moment, enjoying the warmth and the feeling of finally being home where he belonged. He eventually pulled out, his softening dick slipping from your tender cunt.

You had to tell him that he couldn't stay, that it would confuse Rhiannon to wake up to a strange man in the house, but you didn't know how, not after what just happened.

He stepped back, allowing you to get down from the counter. A silence fell over both of you as you got dressed, neither one knowing what happens now. He finished buttoning up his jeans, his eyes flicking up to you as he ran a hand over his buzzed head. "So... what now?" He asked gruffly, breaking the silence.

"You can't- you have to go," you told him, pulling your shorts back up and crossing your arms. It seemed unfair to say such a thing after sharing such an intimate moment, but you needed to think of your daughter. She didn't even know who Rafe was.

"You're kicking me out?" He echoed, as if he couldn't believe it. "After... that?" He gestured vaguely, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, both of you finding yourselves right back where you started. "You cant just... be here. Rhiannon doesn't even know who you are." The words seemed cruel as soon as they left your lips, but they were true. You wished they weren't, but they were.

"I know. Fuck, I know that. Don't you think I know that?" He was frustrated, your words like a slap to the face. "But goddamn it, I want to know her. I want to be a part of her life."

"I'm not saying you can't be, but... she's four, Rafe. She's old enough that you can't just walk in and call yourself her father," you told him firmly. "It's going to take time. I don't want to overwhelm her."

"Time?" He asked incredulously. Deep down, he knew you were right, that you were doing what was best, but he was so angry at himself, and instead of facing that anger and acknowledging that this was his own doing, he was taking it out on you. "I've already missed four fucking years. First steps, first words, first everythings."

"I can't keep going in circles with you, Rafe," you ran your hand through your hair, utterly exhausted. "You do this my way, or you don't do this at all." It hurt you to be so cold. You wanted Rhiannon to know her father, but she was just a kid. She wouldn't understand why her dad just showed up out of the blue, and you didn't know how to explain it to her.

He stared at you, his face unreadable. For a long moment, neither of you said anything. Then, he spoke, his voice low. "Alright. Fine. Your way. But you better not shut me out again. I'm not gonna miss anymore. Understand?"

You nodded, thankful that he was going to stop fighting you on this. "Do you have a-a number or something?" You asked, unsure how long he'd been out, if he got his phone back and was able to pay the bill or if he bought a burner. You didn't even know where he was staying.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. "It's the same as my old one," he said gruffly, clearly annoyed by your previous ultimatum.

"Right, okay," you nodded, your fingers drumming against your upper arm. You two stood in silence for a long moment. Rafe didn't want to leave, and you didn't want to tell him to.

Rafe's gaze fell to the floor, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. "Can I see her before I go?" He asked softly. "Just... just to see her."

There was a shift in his demeanor, a vulnerability about him that told you he really did care about Rhiannon, even if he'd never met her. "Yeah," you found yourself nodding, turning to lead him to her room. As you entered the living room, you could've sworn Moonshine was giving a disapproving side eye. "Don't judge me," you mumbled.

He followed you down the hallway, his heavy boots thudding on the floor. He paused in the doorway of Rhiannon's room, looking in on her sleeping form. She was curled up on her side in a princess toddler bed, her little arms wrapped around a stuffed cat. Rafe's expression softened as he took her in.

His eyes swept over the room, the nightlight plugged into the wall illuminating the space. The walls were painted a light shade of pink, toys strewn about. A small bookshelf sat tucked in the corner, various children's books inside, some sitting on the floor in front of it.

He stepped into the room, moving closer to the bed. He crouched down, his eyes fixed on Rhiannon's sleeping face as he reached out, his large hand gentle as he brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. "She's so little," he murmured softly, almost reverently.

You leaned on the doorway, a small, sad smile pulling at your lips as you watched the exchange. You found yourself wondering what life would have been like if Rafe never got locked up, your heart aching as you thought about sharing all of Rhiannon's firsts with someone, bickering over whether she would've said mommy or daddy first. The wobbly first steps, the soothing and band-aid applications after she scraped her knees. What would it have been like to share those moments with him?

Rafe's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "She's beautiful." He turned his head to look at you, and you saw the sheen of moisture in his eyes. He blinked it away quickly, clearing his throat as he stood, masking his emotions as he always had. "I should go."

You hesitated, for a moment wanting to throw everything you'd said out the window and tell him to stay, but you knew you couldn't. You just nodded, letting him push past you. You didn't move from your spot, even after you heard the front door open and shut. You simply closed your eyes, leaning your head against the doorframe as a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

[amuseoffyre]

2020 Fic Round-Up

Time for my 2020 fic round-up :) I honestly didn't think I'd have much to report on this year, because my hands were pretty much forked from late February onwards, but it turns out I still managed to post 645,000+ words.

A lot of the words did go into on-going series, but there were also some free-standing lil monsters as well, so I'm going to focus on the entirely new and exciting stuff, since I can't be specific about the rest.

A Bit of Crumpet - 32k - PG - French Kiss human romcom AU, wherein an anxious bookseller’s life is falling apart and he gets caught up with a charming crook. Misunderstandings, the most scenic route to Brighton, a little bastardry and a scooter called Fabio.

Remembrance of Things Past - 18k - PG - After Armaggedoff, Lucifer takes his vengeance by taking Crowley’s memories, taking him back to before he ever met Aziraphale. Not as angsty as it could have been with a side of Avenging Angel Aziraphale and Crawly in Uggs and an Arran Jumper.

Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here - 19k+ - X - Random ficlets based on weekly crack prompts from the server I’m on. Very random. Some more innocent than others. Some... not.

Going Overboard - 43k - PG - Overboard human AU. Fell is a rich man with an attitude problem. Crowley is a single dad just trying to make ends meet. But when Fell has an accident and loses his memory, Crowley takes him in for the man’s own protection. Amnesia, genderfluid Crowley and his array of pretty frocks, casually badass Ezra Fell and gloriously, blindingly soft romance.

The One That Got Away - 22k - PG - As guardian of the mer shoal, Aziraphale has responsibilities to protect his kind and their secrets. And yet he can’t help being drawn to the peculiar human who seems to be equally interested in him. Part of Your World but horny, merZiraphale, 100% rollicking under-the-sea adventure and misdeeds in a fishtank.

To The Stars - 32k - PG - Galaxy Quest AU. 20 Years ago, Anthony Crowley and Ezra Fell were leads on a popular sci-fi show. But now, they’re stuck on the convention circuit until they are very literally abducted by aliens. Space shenanigans, tongue-in-cheek (literal and metaphorical), lazer swords and an acolyte of the Ceiling Cat.

A Gentleman’s Prerogative - 5k - Explicit - Crowley is absolutely 100% a gentleman, but Aziraphale and his finger-sucking and little moans and sighs isn’t making it easy. Only... the angel is a bastard and that was his plan all along. Featuring Insufferable Tease Aziraphale.

Desire Increase - PG - 12k - An angel and a demon take tentative steps towards intimacy. aka how erotically charged can you make a fic without slipping above a PG rating? :D

Repatriation - 4k - PG - Across history, two occult creatures had a bad habit of losing compromising items. Sometimes, one has to take matters into one’s own hands to get them back. The noble art of catburglary, embarrassing presents and a side of you kinky buggers.

Rings - 2k - Explicit - Aziraphale could be considered very fashionable for a certain point of history. Specifically the part where nipple rings were all the rage. Only Crowley is just finding out about it.

Strange Bedfellows - 4k - Explicit - A demon and an angel get their schedules crossed and end up stuck in the same place for a while, while playing virtuous spinster maids. There was only one bed! OMG THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED.

A Little Tied Up - 11k - Explicit - Sometimes, it’s fun to experiment with ones fantasies, especially with a love one. Get tied with a little help from my friends, shibari and The Unnecessarily Erotic Application of a Bowtie.

The Heist - 4k - PG - What made Aziraphale’s water “the holiest”? How did he end up tangled up with the Witchfinder Army? How do you solve a problem like Michael? Covert shenanigans, cunning plans and a Heavenly Heist.

From the Realms of Glory - 2500 - PG - There’s a reason that modern angels look the way they do. Not that Crowley will ever admit it. Love language, the long con, toe-dipping into art history.

Lip Service - 4k - Explicit - When a Satanic Nun joins the order, there are some traditions that must be respected. Specifically giving the devil in question a kiss. A very specific kiss. On a very specific part of his anatomy. Mary Loquacious just happens to be a very enthusiastic kisser. The devil in question finds himself surprisingly into it. Crowley/Mary for the lulz, naughtiness ensues.

An Unexpected Quarter - 3k - G - Aziraphale is sent to investigate mysterious non-Heavenly healings happening in ancient Greece. WHO COULD IT BE? Pre-friendship banter, munching together and just a leeeeeeeetle bit of softness.

To A Flame - 1k - G - Hey, remember that time I wrote Lucifer/Disposable demon? Because I did! And it still hurts like hell!

Tempo - 2k - PG - Aziraphale is free from Heaven’s influence, but not from the scars left by their psychological shackles. Crowley’s ready to support him in every way possible as he navigates his new freedom. Tasty hurt/comfort, old trauma and much softness.

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Hi ! I don't know if this is where you send requests, but maybe a fic where peter gets all jealous of Morgan and Harley, and its fathers day, but he feels like he shouldn't be there and stays in the room the Stark's have for him- (Tony lives) OH! and maybe Mays dead idk whatever ya want thank you ! <3 Oh! and can I be on the taglist?

hi milove sorry for taking literal months to do your request i recognize you requesting this on nov 18th and it is now February so i hope this is smth that was worth the wait !! 

So I played with the timelines a lil bit bc i suck and i also just kinda took this to a place i don’t think you were asking me to do whoops, it’s not just some cute sibling jealously

also not very irondad based, like sprinkle amounts. also no comfort. my bad 

Post-endgame, Tony lives, Harley & Peter are the same age, Peter got snapped Harley didn’t 

TW: Grief, implication of suicide(minor character), suicidal thoughts,  

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There wasn’t many things Peter liked. He remembers liking a lot of things, life, school, home, himself. But that was years ago, and yet it was only a few months for Peter. The world was different now, older.

Those who survived held grief in their eyes, they moved slow and while they have grown since the loss of their world, they also had survived the return. They mourned and grew older, making new family and friends. But some who survived couldn’t hold the weight of their loss, and in the 5 years their family was gone, they went to be with them.

The returned came back, and lived in denial. Their eyes were empty, and every movement was carefully thought through. They were left behind, monuments in their place. Those who returned saw how the survived struggled to cope, and in turn they struggled as well. There was no place for them anymore. Especially when they didn’t have a family to go to.

Like Peter.

Peter returned to the world five years later to find May was gone. She was one of those who survived the initial snap, only to not be able to carry the grief. He hated that he came back to life and had no home, no family. Peter was alone.

Tony was nice enough to offer Peter a place to live with his own family. But they couldn’t relate to him, they didn’t know what it felt like to be left behind like this, to be dropped in the future and expected to be okay. Tony had a family now. A child born in an empty world, and another kid, Harley. He was barely a teenager before the snap and now he was 17, just as old as Peter.

He couldn’t help but hate living with them. Harley’s family had returned, but he wasn’t going home. Morgan was a child who was scared by Peter. Tony and Pepper sometimes forgot Peter was there, after spending so long without him they would act as if they’ve seen a ghost when Peter rounds the corner and into whatever room they’re occupying.

Peter missed May. He wished that he could still be in Queens, living in their apartment. Peter missed Ben and he missed the idea of his parents. He should have never returned. There’s no room for him in this world.

He hated how Harley took advantage of their situation. He hated that Harley had a family, a mother and a sister who returned and are alone and he didn’t go back to them. His family returned to him and yet he’s here with Tony. And he hated how Morgan took her family- her full, completed family for granted.

If Peter’s family came back to life there wouldn’t be anything stopping him from being with them. He would cherish every single nano-second if they were alive again.

And yet they all expected Peter to be okay. Adapted. Used to the future like he didn’t just blink and find himself lost and alone. He brings up that he misses May and someone frowns and tells him how long ago she died. How was that supposed to help him? No one even brought him to the cemetery. How is Peter meant to move on from a life that was stolen from him?

It’s not like any of them were okay. Tony and Pepper and Harley all crumbled as whenever there was a reminder of everything that they lost. Peter, unfortunately happened to be one of those reminders.

Tony and Pepper tried their best. They involved Peter in family bonding time and they tried their best not to flinch when Peter is unexpectedly there. Because they survived, they didn’t understand and talking to them led to dead ends.

He tried communicating with them. Cried over May’s death, had been confused about these new things that are actually years old. For them it was so long ago, a literal lifetime ago, so they never really saw the point in talking about these things. It wasn’t that they thought Peter would figure this out, they just assumed he already knew.

Talking to Harley didn’t really work that well either. He didn’t want to talk about the things Peter missed out on and when asked about his family he would shrug and say that he’s moved on.

And, well, Morgan was a kid. She was born in an empty world, told stories of people that she never should have met and now faced with the world doubling and not understanding any of it. Peter Parker was just a character is bedtime stories and now he’s a ghost who wants her home. She used to cry whenever Peter is around and still tries to hide behind people’s legs. 

God, he hated being this kid. Never wanted to be the one who envied others. Before- when it was still just May and Peter, he didn’t feel this gnawing inside him, while they didn’t have much Peter still had someone who fit all the rolls he needed. He hated being jealous, he didn’t feel this when he used to look at anyone who had two living parents.

He shouldn’t be here. Not in this room, which came decorated with everything Peter had loved before he died- and not alive. He didn’t fit. Not into this family who struggles with the idea he’s alive and not on this planet where the world is still mourning the people who came back. 

��Are you coming downstairs?” Harley asked.

Peter can’t be here. He had no right.

“I have a taxi coming to get me.” 

That wasn’t a lie. Something he scheduled last night at some point, between the tears and holding his breath. Peter didn’t think anyone would be awake at this time, Sunday’s were always the day that everyone slept in and Peter could just be alone outside of his room.  Sometimes he would just sit in the living room and other times he’d wander around the property, often ending up by the lake. By the time everyone would start waking up Peter would be back in his room with some breakfast and try not to bother anyone. 

“Okay, well it’s fathers day, so I think they might be expecting your presence in some form. We have plans and all that.” 

Of course they do. They always make plans where Peter only finds out the day before or day of. Maybe Peter has plans. They could consider that. Okay, maybe Peter never really has any plans, nothing more than trying to understand this new world. And maybe he didn’t make the active effort to find where he fit in this home, but he is the child and it shouldn’t really be up to him. Harley probably didn’t have to engage with the adults first. Tony and Pepper more than likely got input from Harley on their plans. 

With a sigh Peter nodded. “I’ll cancel the taxi.”

“Cool! I’ll tell everyone you’ll be down soon.”

Harley made sure to give a big smile, before heading downstairs, a bounce in each step he took. Peter really hated Harley for his happiness. 

Taking a moment after canceling the taxi, Peter tried to pull himself together. He forced a smile and pulled his shoulders back. All that needs to be done is sit and nod, occasionally laugh. Pay no mind to the way Morgan looks at him in fear, and don’t see the look of mourning on Tony and Pepper’s face. He needs to not remember Harley’s family alone in Tennessee. 

He went down the stairs and followed the noise to the kitchen. There was laughter and the sounds of dishes clinking against one another. It smelt of pancakes and cinnamon and hash browns and coffee. Standing here Peter could close his eyes and pretend this was seven years in the past, with him and May and Ben. He could imagine Ben making the food and singing along to the radio with May dancing along as she sets the table. But this wasn’t 2016, this was 2023. Instead it was a finished family forced to bring him in, a harsh reminder that he doesn’t belong.

Peter stepped into the kitchen, Pepper was just finishing up breakfast and Harley was setting the table. Morgan was sitting on Tony’s lap whispering into her fathers ear. Food was laid out ready to be served, with orange juice, iced tea and coffee all in their own pitchers waiting to be poured. He moved through the room, trying to not to intrude before sitting down at the table. It didn’t take much longer for Pepper and Harley to sit down as well, Tony moving Morgan into her proper chair. 

Everyone around Peter fell into easy conversation while he stayed silent, trying to focus on his food instead of the way Morgan was starring daggers at him. They talked about their favourite family vacations and laughed at their own jokes. Peter couldn’t help but feel like he was actually sitting out on the porch. This family had five years together, five years of memories and laughter, of love and pain, and Peter wasn’t apart of any of it. He wasn’t a part of any family, his own buried and far too dead.

“Peter, what about you? Did you have any Father’s Day traditions?” 

Hearing Harley address Peter pulled him back to this world, and welcomed in his deep rooted desire to have his family back. Harley had two families now and he left one completely. Abandoned them when they came back to life. And Morgan was sitting here glaring at Peter completely oblivious to the fact that she has her entire family and how privileged she was for it.

“Well I don’t have any memories of my parents, so I don’t think there were any traditions with them. The only people I could ask about that are now dead. Unless you consider going to the cemetery to go visit your dead father you can’t remember a father’s day tradition, then no.”

The entire table stopped eating, all sounds coming to a complete end. Everyone stayed still as if Peter was some volatile bomb that would explode if anyone nearby breathed too hard. He could feel his jaw clench, as he tried to breathe in and out. It wasn’t working.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I not bring up my very dead family? Was that inappropriate to say that my father is dead I have no memories? My absolute bad! Next time I’ll consider how uncomfortable it makes everyone here. I mean jeez, Harley has a whole family in Tennessee he hasn’t seen since they reappeared. You’ve got two whole families to choose from, Harls! What an accomplishment. And Morgan, well she’s older than I was when my parents died, so she’s definitely on the right track. And wow, I got a whole second set of parents out of May and Ben. Which was great until I watched Ben die. Until I die and find out while my death was temporary, May’s wasn’t. Whenever I want to be with my family I have to go all the way back to Queens and visit the cemetery. But you all just live in the same house. So genuinely, I’m sorry for not considering your emotions about my dead family.”

“Peter...” Tony whispered, reaching his one hand out to Peter.

Peter shook his head, pulling away, he didn’t want to see the empty eyes starring back at him. He didn’t want to acknowledge the way Tony looks at him with regret and how Pepper looks at him like he’s lost. He didn’t want to see how the three that lived through both snaps always held pain in their eyes. And Peter most certainly didn’t want to see Morgan, who had no idea how lucky she is, that she was born never knowing loss.

Peter didn’t want to see a family who was pulled together in a time of pain. He wanted to see his family. Peter wanted to look across the table and see Ben and May throwing little balls of napkins at each other. He wanted to be Harley and be able to go home and see his family whenever he wants. He wanted to be Morgan and do science experiments with his parents. Peter wanted the one thing he didn’t have, something that Harley and Morgan had an abundance of.

“I don’t have a family anymore. I never got to say goodbye to May. I would give up the rest of my life to see them again. And you guys just can’t understand that. You have you family. You get to see them whenever you want. I can’t ever see mine again. I can never go home. They’re gone.”

After all, Peter was just a ghost, another person who returned, who had been dead for too long. He didn’t belong in a world of survivors. Peter was just another person long gone who no longer fits into the world around him.

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IDORU | Loki Laufeyson

requested by an anon: can you please write a fic about reader and loki where the reader had always liked loki and helps him in every way but it only takes the reader to be away from him to realize how big of a part she was in his life? thank you so much in advance ❤️

this is set wherein loki is king! just for the purpose of this piece. v angsty and over-dramatic, a lil long with lots of description btw.

i made a mini playlist for this fic :')

keep requesting!!

IDORU | LOKI LAUFEYSON

     The skies of Asgard shone kaleidoscopic colors on the day of your departure, Loki's way of showing appreciation for your eternal service. You felt like a bride as you marched slowly through the halls on the way to the throne, noting Loki's guards standing at either side of you. You lifted your somber head to see him sitting high and mighty. He was still, observing you, as if he were analyzing your every feature to keep as a relic in his memory. He appeared almost hopeful, eyes anticipatory as if he were waiting for you to announce a change of plans in your direction. He knew better, yet this was one of those rare times when he let his emotions come up to the surface. Those cold glares and void eyes were almost always shifted around you, when instead his lips sang songs of smiles and his eyes beamed with joy. Around you, Loki was truly a king.

    But you had earthly matters to deal with. A family you belonged to back on earth, who were now in need of your help. Like Loki, you too had been abandoned at birth, the product of an immortal god and a mere mortal woman, who took care of you on earth until you discovered your otherworldliness. But, shunned from the kingdom on the planet your father originated from, you were accepted into Asgard. Since you and Loki were teenagers, you had lived on Asgard, learning the ways of its people and the joys of its culture and traditions. You had been reborn as an Asgardian, and you had been the sole coordinator in that process.

      You had to learn to be a mother to yourself from then on, never truly knowing the meaning of family. You had families scattered all about different planets. Yet, you had learned to accept Loki as your most stable form of family. Though you were from different worlds, you related in your powers as nonhumans, and your dysfunctional family originations. You understood each other, for all your innocence, fluttering by his side like a purple butterfly, and his chaotic mischief, running ahead of you just to suddenly reappear at your side again. Your lord, and his queen.

    Of all the goodbyes on this planet, you had left Loki's for last, pushing what a "goodbye" really consisted of to the back of your brain. All your other farewells had been full, celebratory and drunk with the elixir of the gods. None of them held the same melancholy that you knew Loki's would. You weren't fearful of it, but you were hesitant. To say goodbye to Loki would be to say goodbye to the only family you truly knew. Your family back on earth, though you loved them as you would love your own biological mother, were not the same. 

Your brothers and sisters did not share immortality with you, didn't know the feeling of heaven and angels surging through their veins. You could never relate to them, not in the formative years of your life as a child and preteen. Loki practically raised you up from the depths of normalcy. You were willing to help your family now, in their time of need. You just didn't want to go back to the days you felt isolated and scrambled, with no real home.

     Asgard was your real home. Loki was your real home.

    Loki stood up from his seat on the throne and clasped his hands together in front of him as you walked up the cold, golden stairs, feeling the glow of Asgard surge through your feet. This ground was unlike any other, every step felt like the roots of Asgard were connected to you, starting from your feet and budding at the crown of your head. The concrete jungle of New York, where you would relocate, would be nothing like the glorious floors of Asgard. You swallowed hard as you came to this realization. Everything about this place was distinct, overflowing with magic.

     "YN," he spoke your name softly, his eyes locked on yours.

You began to bow your head, lowering down into a curtsy. As close as you were, he was still your king. Then again, he always had been. It was just a matter of giving him access to the throne.    

    "My Lord," you said, lowering your head as you bowed. But you were interrupted, feeling Loki's hands on your shoulders, bringing you back up to his level.

And without even being given time to process this, you felt him pull you into a hug. These public displays of affection were rare even from Loki, who was the sole person closest to you on this planet. You gasped softly, quietly, but easily found your body relaxing into the hug. He felt unnaturally warm, being close to you brought out the rare warmth inside of him, quite contradictory for where he came from. But you brought out something in him that was stronger than good versus evil. And you stayed this way for a while, Loki hanging his head down in the crook of your shoulder, closing his eyes and blinking solemnly. Though he had been dwelling on the matter of your departure ever since you told him, now it was incredibly real and inevitable. All his feelings were coming to the forefront, and he felt that by being close to you, it would lift the weight. This was the touch of two people in love.

      He pulled away, coming to his senses. His eyes though, were heavier than usual, and you could see the weight of your decision finally settling in Loki. After a beat, he smiled, still holding strong eye contact with you.

    "Years together, and this is how you leave me. At the very beginning of my reign," he said finally, the amusement clear in his tone.

      You laughed quietly, shaking your head. You and Loki shared a very particular sense of humor,

    "You've always reigned in my eyes."

    "I know," his smile turned upward into a mischievous smirk. "So tell me, what is it that mortals say when they leave?"

The word pierced through your heart: "leave." Because to leave could mean so many things - you could leave the room and come back, and similarly, you could leave Asgard and come back. It was just a matter of when, and you weren't sure when. But you knew it'd be a long time. You and Loki knew time was unreal, like any other human-made construct. But here it became much stronger than a construct, because it meant time apart, with no communication.

     "See you," you said, answering his question, your voice coming out in a low whisper. Because "see you" was objective- it meant you would see him again, but you didn't even know when that would be. You knew it wouldn't be anytime soon.

The boyish smile on Loki's face slowly disappeared, and turned into a saddened grimace. He knew from your tone of voice that you were unsure and saddened by the uncertainty of your leaving. Loki felt the same kind of love for you as you did for him. You were a major part of his life, always by his side and there for him, just as he was there for you. Memories of his life, you by his side, flashed through his mind - memories of you and him being mindless Asgardian teenagers who wreaked havoc in the name of mischief, blossoming into Asgardian adults who wreaked havoc in the name of justice. Now the very face he cherished and loved was going away, neither of you knew for how long. And so it was with a somber hand on your shoulder that he said goodbye, through pursed lips, his eyes deep and melancholy.

    "Goodbye."

The descent to Midgard was long and the thoughts of travel made your chest twinge with pain. You were coming back to a home that was never really a home to you. You'd known too many homes to know what home was, other than Asgard. Banished from your planet of birth, misunderstood on the planet earth where your family was rooted, and finally accepted on Asgard, home was a tricky subject. The return to earth was dismal and hopeless. Your heart sunk as soon as your feet hit the concrete ground, a cold and hard ground so different from the golden floors of Asgard, that your feet so easily bounced off of. Your Asgardian clothes seemed to weigh down on you. You were so heavy you fell through the earth.

      Life back in New York City where your family lived was fast paced and sleepless. At least, the life around you. But for you, every day was a sad day. When you weren't helping your family, healing your sick mother, you were looking out of the window at passing cars, your chin rested on your crossed arms on the window sill, wondering how people - humans, wandered around aimlessly like they did. Zombie-like, with no rage and no war inside of them, with hearts full of deceit disguised as plain mischief. You felt heavy and dark, dragging yourself around with every step you took, so different from the godly footsteps of Laufeyson.

     Every night you dreamed of Asgard, thought of it deeply, holding onto memories as if they would disappear if you didn't hold on to them. Like they were little wisps and not the strong building blocks of your character. You dreamed of Loki, convinced yourself that with his sorcerer abilities he appeared every night in your dreams, kept this faux reality in your head as something to comfort you. But every night, Loki became much more distant in your dreams, literally standing further away from you and slowly disappearing. It was like your mind was telling you how much you had been in Loki's life before your departure.

     And you had always been his helping hand, his muse, as he had been yours. The realization of how big a part you were in his life brought you both joy and deep sadness. Joy because you prided yourself on your loyalty and the strength of your friendship, which sometimes veered into something more than friendship, but had its roots in platonic love; and deep sadness because it reminded you how you could no longer actively be that big part of Loki's life, how you were away from him. You couldn't help but dwell on it, spacing out as you did chores around the house, unable to focus in your conversations with others, even dreaming of it.

    Years passed. Ten years, to be exact. And over those ten years, your mother had gotten better, your family grew stronger. You hadn't seen Loki or been to Asgard since. He had a kingdom to rule and you had a family to tend to. You had gotten better since, but you hadn't forgotten. You had adapted to human lifestyle but never fully - living back on earth was like wearing a pair of shoes that didn't quite fit, but they were the only pair you had. You still thought of your kingdom and your king, but didn't let it drag you down. If anything, you lived your life on neutral mode - never happy, never sad. But subconsciously, this might have been worse than having more emotional range. You had kind of submitted.

     But today, you were going back. And you didn't even know it - not until Thor literally showed up on your doorstep. Middle of the night, in a thunderstorm - how fitting.

      You thought your eyes were deceiving you, playing tricks on you, until you realized it really was him you were seeing. You blinked rapidly, your brows knitted together, and Thor just stood in front of you, serious as ever.

     "Hello, YN," he greeted you, and stepped into your house. Your family was all still asleep. He looked giant in comparison to the things around him.

    "Odinson? What... what are you doing here?"

    "It's my brother. He's in deep trouble."

    "Loki?" you choked out, swallowing hard. Years had gone by now, and you still trembled at his name.

    "Yes."

    "What- what's the matter?" you started pacing back and forth, thinking of every wrong thing that could've possibly happened to him.

    "He's in love, YN," Thor said solemnly, and you stopped pacing, taken aback by Thor's words.

Loki... in love? With who? And why? And why not you?

     "What?" you barked out, and Thor placed his hands on your shoulders.

     "With you."

    Suddenly, all the color rushed out of your face. You had realized that your feelings for Loki were always strong, and that you had love for him. But neither of you had actually considered the romance aspect of this. To actually be in love was hidden ground. To hear Thor say those words, to bring Loki back to you in such a dramatic fashion, made you feel so many things. A burst of joy, confusion, a mix of pixelated feelings. Mostly butterflies, in your stomach. The king didn't know what a girlish effect he had on you.

    But it had been ten years. What brought him to this conclusion so long after your departure?

    "What... what do you mean?"

     "I mean. The entire kingdom has been urging Loki to find a queen since he reigned. And, as you know, he was never able to. But he didn't know why back then. And now, he's realized it's because it was always you. Because he couldn't picture anyone being his queen other than you, because he loves you."

You shook your face, your hair falling to your forehead, rubbing your temples. This was a big revelation. You were glad to hear such a thing, to be able to mutually feel for Loki the way you had always been without realizing it. But it was troublesome at the same time.

    "I- so you mean to tell me... that Loki is in love with me? And he has been... all these years? And it took him ten years of me being gone for him to finally realize it?"

    "YN. You and I both know Loki doesn't know how to express his feelings, let alone feel them. And being away from you did a number on him, you should see the way he acts without you. More miserable than before."

    "It's just all so... messy. Why couldn't he come and tell me himself?"

    "Because he's traditional. He's waiting for you."

You blinked slowly, understanding what this meant. He was waiting for you on Asgard.

     "And he expects me to just pack up my things and come see him?" you snarled, that stubborness of yours coming back again. You loved Loki of course, it was just your brain's mechanisms to be so self righteous.

    "Essentially, yes. Will you come back to Asgard, YN?"

    "I have family here now, Odinson," you folded your arms across your chest, looking doubtfully at the ground. "I can't just leave."

     "At least come to see him. A day or two. It's been a decade. You can afford a visit."

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    Your return to Asgard was just as glorious, if not more glorious than the day you arrived there. You seemed to be hit with that burst of energy and joy, the glow returning to your body, years of age and weariness falling off of your face. Again you felt young, and joyous. You were home. You were an Asgardian.

    You stood with Thor, outside the palace where Loki resided, staring ahead of you. Suddenly, you were hit with nerves. You hadn't seen Loki since you left. Something about seeing him again after being surrounded by such ungodliness made you feel below him. You feared you wouldn't be what he was expecting, because of how long it had been. You were afraid what seeing him again might mean to you.

     You walked towards his throne, like you had the day you said your goodbyes, and saw his back facing you in front of the throne. He turned slowly, wanting to take his time to see you. And you realized, with a wave of relief, that nothing had changed since those days. That seeing him made you feel reinvigorated, as though you were both teenagers again, running through the streets of Asgard. And as Loki took in your face, that face he realized he wouldn't see for a very long time on the day you left, every feature on his own face was drawn to a smile. You stood in front of him, dressed in traditional Asgardian dress, in your own skin again. And Loki didn't feel as though you were a hint beneath him.

     "Tell me," were Loki's first words. "What do mortals say when they see each other again?"

    "I want to hear it from you first. Not your older brother," you quipped, grinning mischievously, and Loki's dark brow quirked up as he smiled at you.

    "What?" he bit down on his lip, failing to hide his amusement. "You want me to say that I love you?"

    You smirked, and tilted your head slightly. It was reassuring to you that once again you were the only one who could bring out this side of Loki, warm up his cold heart so that he could interact on a fuller and brighter spectrum.

    "Essentially," you shrugged, and Loki smiled, his own eyes gazing into yours, which still shone beautifully but bore the troubles of someone who'd suffered too long - suffer no more, that was Loki's decision for you.

    "Do they actually say that?"

You nodded vigorously, and he shook his head playfully, shrugging as if resigned,

    "Fine." He took a long pause. "I love you."

   "I love you. I adore you," you pressed your lips to his - you didn't want to wait.

Ten years was long enough. And as your lips touched each others, you made a secret promise - you wouldn't have to say goodbye ever again.

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@mad-madam-m​ tagged me in the “list 5 OTPs from 5 fandoms” meme a couple days ago, which I laughed at her for because (a) she knows my otps FULL WELL (b) our lists are very nearly an exact match (which i am by the way delighted about because half my list right now is full of rare pairs, and I have never before known the hell of treading that landscape alone)

but!

I’m gonna do the meme and double it up as an announcement of what I am currently into and what you’re likely to see on this blog if I start picking up my activity levels a little.

I honestly have no idea how active tumblr is at this point - how many of you are still around, and how many of you I might lose if I start reblogging my other fandoms in addition to Sterek - but after doing a Pillowfort experiment for a while, I think I’ve finally figured out how to use social media again in a way that works better for me.

My old method, before tumblr kinda imploded and fandom got weird (filled with antis and ship hate and constant infighting, ugh why), was to create a separate blog for everything I was into, which is why I have appreciatederek, appreciateshiro, appreciatejack, and...is that it? See, this is why I need to stop scattering myself into a zillion different pieces.

So I’m going to consolidate more (like I do on twitter and now Pillowfort), and also hopefully get back to my fandom roots: digging into more meta, like I did 8 years ago when I first fell in love with Sterek, and posting fic recs, like I also did thanks to Sterek. (And sharing my own fics as I write them. Guess which fandom pushed me down that path, too.)

So it’s fitting that the first ship on this list is...well, an obvious one.

1. STEREK (Teen Wolf)

Y’all know this one. Sterek will always, always be the OTP of my heart. I love their dynamic. I love the creativity and passion of the fandom. I love that they brought my writing back to me and introduced me to so many of you.

I still have dozens of Sterek fic ideas; quite a few of them are partially written or have significant outlines, so at some point I will still be writing them. Life is just, as you know, very busy and very tiring and it’s so hard to fit everything into my days. I’m working on it, I promise. 

I’d like to start doing more updates with snippets of my upcoming fics, maybe a lil Q&A if anyone wants to chat about what I’m working on/my thought process behind what I’ve already written/what you’d like to see from me, etc. Interactive fun stuff! Sterek fandom is still the best and most supportive fandom I’ve ever been a part of, and it makes me happy every time I’m reminded we’re all still around and thriving.

And here’s some of the other stuff I’m into right now...

2. XANATOWEN (Gargoyles)

I have been sailing this ship entirely by myself since January, recently joined by the aforementioned M, who also created this gif for me while she was still in the patient “I’m your friend, I will listen to you yelling about this show” stage. (ha ha ha look at her now, that’s what you get)

I’ve been genuinely holding myself back from spamming tumblr with my thoughts about this show and this ship, which I’m beginning to realize is...maybe silly. I’ll still try to keep it a little bit balanced, but you can definitely look forward to more Gargoyles on the horizon, including:

Fics - 30k so far, with another 4.6k that I’m hoping to post this afternoon, after I look over it and decide if I still like it (ha ha fic writing amirite). I also have a fairy tale AU that I’ve done a substantial outline for, so I’d really like to get that underway.

Episode recaps/meta posts - these are currently being posted over on Pillowfort. The goal is to get the last two episodes of Season 1 up there, then to start crossposting them here.

As long as it’s not a gigantic hassle to paste over all the screencaps, because I uh. I have a lot of them. And a lot of thoughts about the show as a whole, but particularly about the relationship between David Xanatos and Owen Burnett: the meta’s currently averaging from about 1.5k to 2.5k per episode, whoooops.

I love them. I love them a LOT. See my meta posts for very detailed explanations as to why.

3. TREVORCARD (Castlevania)

I honestly did not expect to get this deeply invested in this ship. I watched and liked the first two seasons of Castlevania and really enjoyed the dynamic between Trevor and Alucard, but it wasn’t until the lead-up to Season 3 (and then the devastation of how absolutely terrible that season was) that I realized how much I loved these two together.

So now I’m having a very Sterek Fandom moment of “eff you canon, they’re ours now” in regards to Trevorcard. 

I’ve written one fic for them - it’s a 20k coffee shop/modern/college/artist/musician AU because they deserve all the fandom tropes and so much happiness together..

I don’t currently have plans to write any more, although if I do, it’ll likely be some sort of neighbors AU with wolf!Alucard, since my vast experience with Sterek fandom has taught me the absolute joys of exploring characters who can canonically turn into a beautiful giant effing wolf. 

I’ve also been steadily reading my way through every single Trevorcard fic in the AO3 tag, which unfortunately is only ~200. (HOW is this a rare pair. I will never ever understand it, they’re perfect together, and the animators literally said they intentionally storyboarded moments like the one above with the knowledge that people would start shipping them.)

Once I’ve finished up my AO3 tour, I’m going to compile the ones I enjoyed into rec lists. There are some really wonderful fics in there, and I’m excited to see what the rest are like.

4. TAIBANI (Tiger & Bunny)

I really don’t talk about this ship much, but it’s so immensely close to my heart. I have...so much...official merch of Kotetsu and Barnaby; it makes me happy every single time I see it. If I used my Tiger & Bunny stuff as the standard for what sparks joy during a konmari, the rest of my apartment would probably wind up empty.

The show (which is finally getting a second season in 2022 - Kotetsu & Barnaby had better be getting married) is wonderful. I genuinely can’t recommend it enough. Great writing, wonderful character development, beautiful animation, and Kotetsu and Barnaby are absolutely perfect together. Here’s an old post where I talk about that a little bit.

I’ve only written one fic so far: a canon compliant established relationship future fic that focuses more on their family dynamic as Kotetsu’s daughter adapts to turning 18, becoming a hero, and living with her frustratingly affectionate dad & his new husband.

I have ideas for two AUs: a single dad mature student/young professor one and a sorta weird circus/steve irwin-inspired one. We’ll...we’ll see if I ever get around to either. What I end up writing always surprises me, so I sorta give up on planning what words will come out.

And oh wait! I totally forgot about the third idea, which will be roughly canon compliant, with “Kotetsu sets Barnaby up on a series of blind dates that Barnaby initially thinks will be with HIM” angsty/funny fic. Hrm. I should get back to that one, I’ve outlined part of it.

I haven’t actually read a ton of fic for this pairing, because the more I like canon material, the less I seek out fandom content to “fix” it, but I would like to start going through the AO3 tag after I finish my Trevorcard project. I did an initial rec list ages ago and would like to follow up with another.

5. SHEITH (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Here’s the last pairing I write fics for. I have several more in progress that I’d really like to finish - including a dragon AU that I wish someone else would just finish for me so I can read it, hahhhhhhh sigh. I wrote 15k, did a ton of research, and basically intimidated myself out of continuing, because it’s one of my Big Projects. Not gonna be like, PDIW length or anything, but it should be a pretty hefty fic once it’s done.

Then there’s the roommates AU, the burrito shop AU, the....wow. I really need to get back to these, don’t I. A couple of them are super close to being finished, too.

I’ve also compiled a few fic rec lists, although I haven’t updated those (or my Sheith blog) in a while.

This fandom has been...interesting. Rough sometimes. Sliding into some of the other pairings on this list has provided a good break for me, particularly since they’re all such small fandoms that they’re relatively free from drama and hate. Once I’m fully refreshed and re-inspired, I’d love to get back into writing Sheith. They’re such a perfect, feel-good, extraordinarily balanced and supportive ship, and I am disappointed every single day I remember that Voltron didn’t stick the landing with making them canon.

Look at that almost-kiss. Just...look at it. And tell me they aren’t in love.

[springday-aus]

Tuxedo Mask!AU with Seokjin

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Group: BTS

Member: Kim Seokjin

Genre: fluff, romance

Type: Bulletpoint AU 

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: I’ve been binge watching Sailor Moon and became a weeb for this entire au idea........... 

Tuxedo Mask is a known superhero around Asia

he goes around, saving people with his roses and lecturing people about right and wrong

(he’s lowkey known to be kind of preachy lol)

but goddamn

he is attractive, even with a mask covering a portion of his face

I mean, he’s tall and he’s got those broad shoulders that could land a whole ass plane

and the suit

goddamn the fucking suit y’all

it showcases those long legs, the shoulders, and that small waist

and the amount of times the villain attacking the city will be like

Damn, who are you???

it happens nearly every time and it’s hilarious

bc like Sailor Moon would be fighting and he’d appear for backup and the villain will be like 👀 hold the fuck up

speaking of which

people think he and Sailor Moon are in love

but it’s really just a partnership thing at most 

it works, especially since she needs the additional help

(plus she’s like 13??? 14??? years old and that is very gross for them to be…….. involved)

he gets along well with the other sailor guardians too

you know…….. as well as he, a grown ass adult, can with a bunch of middle schoolers

he often helps Mercury with her homework

Jupiter and him like to swap recipes to try out 

Mars helps him often with his luck at the temple

and he often sees Venus at the gym, practicing her volleyball

anyways

other than the sailor guardians, no one really knows his true identity

unless a villain found out, in which they would be destroyed after...

Tuxedo Mask is also Kim Seokjin, a model citizen from Korea

(well, most of the time)

honestly, he didn’t really think he would be getting away with this whole secret identity thing

it’s been like five years since his first transformation and he has yet to get legitimately caught

he can’t remember much from the first time he changed 

but there was a massive headache and a gust of wind and then…

poof, Tuxedo Mask was born

he thought the costume change was nice

but he also thought it was stupid

like who was he going to fool???

apparently, everyone

who knew the power of a mask?

(no wonder no one has discovered Superman yet) 

anyways

he really likes this whole secret identity thing because when he walks around after saving the say...... 

it kind of feeds his ego bc half of it is about how handsome and heroic and just he is

and he likes hearing a third party describe how he was during the whole fight 

it makes him sound a lot cooler than what he was actually doing 

(which is beating the villain down with his stick and poking them with his roses)

while he could have liked a more normal life, this whole double life is kind of nice

because he gets to help others when they need it

and by the end of the day, that’s all that matters to him 

anyways, other than the whole transformations

Seokjin is just an average guy

and he likes the way things are, even with the craziness his second life leads him into 

so where do you come in?

you came into his life when you walked out of your local grocery store

and into him 

okay, not exactly into him 

but you…. basically witness him transforming back to Seokjin in the alleyway 

the thing is tho 

he doesn’t notice you 

at least not at first 

but when he looks up and walks out of the alley…….. 

Seokjin: “how much did you see?” 

You: “all of it” 

Seokjin: shiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttt 

yeah…... it was all very awkward for both you and him 

you’re just a civilian…….. 

so what does he do know? 

on the other hand, you will admit he’s just as handsome as people say he is 

with and without the mask 

you understood his appeal

Seokjin: “uhhhh, so do you think you could like, not say anything about this?” 

You: “I figured you wouldn’t want me to say anything” 

Seokjin: “.....are you a villain? monster? trying to take over the world???” 

You: “even if I was, would I really even tell you?” 

Seokjin: “probably not, right?” 

You: “right” 

you both kind of stand there, rocking on your toes, not really knowing what to do next 

You: “well, I’m going to leave now bc I have ice cream and it’s melting” 

Seokjin: “do you need help carrying those?” 

he gestures towards your groceries and you have to say no 

bc even tho he’s technically a superhero person, he’s still a stranger

and who knows what he’ll do, considering the fact that you just found out his secret identity 

You: “no, thanks—I’m good, have fun saving people or whatever” 

and you walk off towards your apartment 

Seokjin just kind of watches you leave 

he can’t really do anything so…….. 

at the end of the day, he’s laying in his bed, feeling apprehensive 

even tho you don’t know his name, you know his face 

(and lbr, he’s got a face no one can forget) 

he feels indebted to you and he……. is not a fan of it 

somehow he wants to make it up to you

that doesn’t mean he does anything drastic but 

he’s a bit more on the lookout for you and any issues you might have 

nothing happens for a bit 

and you almost forget that you found out about Tuxedo Mask’s identity 

until you are attacked by a monster 

ah yes, the day had some that some monster had some absurd reasoning 

it said something about energy and some grandiose speech and you weren’t really paying attention bc you were fucking terrified 

next thing you knew, everything went black 

Seokjin managed to catch you before you fell 

Sailor Moon and the other sailor guardians came and fought off the monster while Seokjin took you away from the scene

they all do their thing and then the energy is restored into your body 

when you wake up, you’re in an unfamiliar place and Seokjin is right beside you 

Seokjin: “oh, you’re up—are you feeling okay?” 

You: “yeah, I’m fine, I’m still a little tired tho.. what happened?” 

Seokjin explains that some monster tried to take your energy for an evil plan, you knocked out cold, the energy was restored when the monster was destroyed, etc. etc. 

and then he took you back here bc he didn’t know where you lived and didn’t want to leave you in the park 

you know he’s just a stranger, but he also did kind of save your life 

(more or less bc the sailor guardians kind of did most of the work but still) 

so you rest there for a bit 

he lets you chill and makes you food and all that good stuff 

y’all have a lil moment together 

it’s a good time 

and it’s like you’re in your own little bubble away from the world

you even take this as an opportunity to ask him the questions others can’t 

he tells you how he can tell someone’s in trouble 

the powers he has (even tho it seems like Tuxedo Mask doesn’t have any) 

and he also clarifies the relationship with Sailor Moon……………. 

it’s nice for him bc he finally has someone else he can talk to about this 

he obviously can’t tell any of his friends 

and the sailor guardians are literally like 14 year old girls 

it’s nice to unload this to someone else 

and it’s a bonus that you’re cute 

after a couple of hours, you’re sure that you’re feeling better 

so you basically set up to leave 

but before you do………….. Seokjin asks for your number………… 

Seokjin: “we should do this again sometime” 

You: “like a date?” 

Seokjin: “like a date” 

dating Tuxedo Mask!Seokjin is just like dating Seokjin 

I’m talking the fun cooking dates, the bad jokes 

all the good stuff

it’s only every once in a while, he’ll have to abruptly leave a date to save someone 

while you are upset sometimes, you understand 

it doesn’t happen often tho—he tries very hard not to do that often bc he feels really bad 

on the bright side, he does make it up to you immediately afterwards 

there was one time he showed up at your place and he forgot to transform back 

so you woke up and he was just there… in his suit 

the moonlight hit him and he looked……… ethereal 

anyways 

Seokjin is very goofy, like in general 

and that’s a good thing bc it’s what makes your dates so fun 

every once in awhile he gets serious 

it’s during the late nights when it’s just you, him, and the tv

you would talk and 

for a couple of moments, that’s when you see his inner Tuxedo Mask coming out 

he talks about justice and doing what’s right, for yourself or the better of society 

it’s endearing as to how he gets about making the world a better place and all that good stuff 

he may not have chosen the life, but he doesn’t mind it 

speaking of which, you got to meet the sailor guardians (unintentionally of course) 

they insisted on meeting you and you kind of put two and two together 

bc you should be heavily concerned if your boyfriend is hanging out with middle schoolers and they aren’t related in some form 

anyways it was super cute 

they all get along with you super well and keep you up to date with things 

like if they have to go on a dangerous mission 

or travel to another dimension 

and things to look out for 

ofc Seokjin keeps you updated on that sort of thing, but he also doesn’t want to worry you so 

it’s cute 

moving on 

Seokjin in general is just a cute boyfriend 

he’s very domestic and a part of you melts everytime you see him in his lil apron 

whenever he’s with kids 

another part melts 

you just keep melting bc he’s absolutely adorable and he just tries so hard to make you happy and support your dreams just like you support him 

**cue him blowing kisses at you**

I just love Seokjin okay

[peachywise]

just a moment in the night

an umbrella academy fanfiction // ben hargreeves x reader 

-- one shot

-- synopsis: ben and you have been friends for years. okay, maybe a little more than friends, but given his situation at the hargreeves house of horrors, nothing between you two could really happen. but maybe this night could change that. (au)

-- notes: hello! okay this is just a little one shot based on a request i got. ‘A Ben imagine where you’re teens and he’s still alive and you sneak out together and it’s cute maybe a lil steamy but mostly fluff and you guys get caught by one of the siblings’ hope you like it! also i only did one quick little edit but i’ll go through it again tomorrow so apologies in advance for any mistakes, lmao. as always, readers is they/them pronouns. 

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“What are you doing Number Six.”

At the suddenness of your voice, Ben jolted and nearly fell off his bed, but instead just dropped the heavy flashlight he had been using to read the comic he'd been so engrossed with. He winced at just how loud it had landed.

“How the hell did you make your voice sound so deep?” He whispered, “I thought you were my dad.”

Smiling coyly, you walked over to his small twin bed. “You have your spindly little talent, I have mine.” Flopping down beside him, you laid your legs over his which were under his luxury duvet. It was no consolation to this shitty childhood he had been given, but still. Gotta look at some of the positives in life at least. This thing was soft as hell.

Ben shifted over a bit to make more room for your head on the pillow. “I would argue you have a lot more talents than just that,” he tilted his head towards yours, offering you a sly smile of his own.

You grabbed the comic out of his hand and whacked him on the nose. “Don’t flirt with me after I caught you reading with a flashlight like your seven years old,” you laughed a little too loudly, turning towards him so your face was only three inches apart. Ben stifled your laugh by covering your mouth with his hand, his face downturned in a less than sincere admonishing portrait. “Do you want to wake everyone up?”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and pushing it away. “I’m not the one who just dropped a flashlight on your floor, now am I?” Yeah, seemed like he forgot about that one. Before you could laugh even more at the widening of his eyes, another voice coming from behind the door and the softest knock had you shutting up fast. He covered your mouth again. What a shot to your trust.

“Ben dear, are you alright? Do you need anything?”

Grace. Even though she was all machine, she was all comfort and nurturing love too. At least from what he’d told you about her. But you knew he needed it. Just like how right now, you knew he needed to maybe not get caught with you in his bed.

“No, I’m fine mom, just trying to sleep!” He tossed back in a quiet whisper. You licked his palm and smirked as he squirmed at it, removing his hand at last.

Grace paused in silence, a tense moment of sudden quietness pulsating around the suddenly tense room. You were wondering if she had actually heard your voice and was planning on intervening, or worse, getting Reginald. But then your worries slightly eased, as she replied in that same loving tone of hers, “alright. Have lovely dreams, sweetheart.” You waited until you couldn’t hear the click of her heels going down the hall anymore before talking again.

“Wanna get out of here?” You whispered to Ben. He was already scrambling out of his sheets and grabbing your hand, tugging you up with him. You took note of his fully dressed figure—familiar dark hoodie, slightly scuffed jeans. You couldn’t help but tease him, asking, “oh, so you were expecting me? That’s a little presumptuous,” as he slipped on a denim jacket and tugged on matte black boots.

Ben smirked. “Who said I was expecting you?”

You would feign hurt, but you both knew he was lying. This little scenario of you breaking into his room, or sometimes him breaking out and meeting you at your own house, had been routine for three years straight. Back when it started you were just young teens who met by chance on a runaway night, innocent and desperate for acceptance from any source that would latch on. You gave that to one another, a friendship and a shoulder and anything else you might have needed at whatever moment. But at this point, he extended far past the term 'best friend'. And while yes, maybe you two did flirt a little too much and you wondered what it would be like if you could actually live a normal life, not having to sneak around in fear his dad would find you and metaphorically—or maybe literally— rip you to shreds, deeper feelings had never been fully explored or talked about. But they were there. It just wasn’t plausible.

At least not yet.

“Oh? Guess I’ll leave you to it then,” you quipped with a little smile. turning on your heel back towards his open window. He was fast in beating you there, crawling out first before you could even get a foot out.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, his expression still very much amused.

Following after you heard his thud on the ground, you grabbed on to the sturdy ivy and vine snaking up the looming stone house. Thankfully his bedroom was on the second floor, so you only had to shimmy down a bit before you could safely land on the cement side of his house. You only minorly tripped this time, as opposed to the other multiple times you just completely fell over. Ben was there to grab your arm and steady you, offering a sarcastic, “graceful.”

Shrugging your jacket more snug against your body to fight the slight wind chill, you stuck out your tongue at him. “Whatever. I seem to remember you breaking your arm when you fell off the top of those monkey bars. I thought you were supposed to be some super badass hero. It took twenty minutes to stop your crying.”

“And if I remember correctly, you dared me to do it. Wasn’t my fault I was trying to impress you.”

Cutting through the back alleys of the row of houses, you veered right and back on the familiar neighbourhood path. The occasional bumps of your shoulders and accidental brushing of the backs of your hands as you ambled was a familiar comforting sentiment. “Didn’t work,” you joked, eliciting a snort out of him. “Honestly, I thought you hated me after that.”

“You did? Why?” Genuine shock crossed his face, his eyebrows scrunched together. You turned slightly away, opting to stare at your dirty white sneakers instead.

“Because I didn’t see you for a couple months after that. I mean, I know now that your dad was just keeping you on a tight leash and didn’t want you in the public eye until it had healed. But we'd just met each other and I didn’t realize the full extent of your situation at home. I just thought you decided to write me off, or something.”

His features relaxed a touch as soon as the familiar park you two always found yourself at came into view. But you could still see the certain sadness that clung to him like transparent irreparable skin. He had discussed a bit with you over the years about his family, the truth behind the tails the media liked to circulate and the central figure of hope and justice Reginald had painted himself as. In reality, he was a central figure of despair and truthfully, some extremely damaging abuse. You only knew the extent in what the man had force Ben to do, forced Ben to become, but you could only imagine what it had been like for his other siblings as well. It was in these last three years you had known him when the academy started to crumble to bits.

You just hoped Ben wouldn’t crumble along with it.

“You were wrong. If anything, I decided that I would do anything to see you again,” he replied, his smile turning gentle and his eyes softening to that familiar kindness and sincerity you got so lost in. You tried to keep your breath steady at his comment, not wanting to elicit a reaction that would show you were in any way affected by his words or reveal just how badly you wanted to repeat the sentiment back. But then he made it easier when he added, “if only to tell you straight to your face that I hated you and did, in fact, blame you for breaking my arm.”

Heat flooded to your cheeks and a sudden laugh burst from your mouth, suddenly released from whatever tension you had previously felt. Slapping his arm playfully, you chastised him by saying, “very funny. You know, maybe your super power is actually comedy. It certainly isn’t lying.”  He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tugged you close, hugging you tight as you continued walking along.

“Bet I can beat you to the tree.”

“What—“ you started to question but got cut off when his arm abruptly released you and he slightly pushed you back. You had to watch on pitifully as his figure became less visible in the cloaked shadows of night as he ran. What a bitch.

“Not fair!” You shouted at him, quickly chasing after him, hopping over the low chain surrounding the perimeter of the park, maneuvering and weaving your way through the various trees and flowers and bushes littered around. Ben hollered out loud, a noise of pure freedom and cheerfulness. You rolled your eyes, before skidding to the stop and the low tangle knotted tree-- the tree you two spent so much time at-- stopping just before his casual figure. He just leaned against the trunk, while you huffed and sucked in the cool air to catch your breath. He barely gave you time to do that, quickly moving towards you and grabbing you by the waist, lifting you up on the first low branch.

You lowered your hand down so he could hold on and haul himself up, though he probably didn’t really need your help. He offered a polite, “thanks,” anyway.

Nestling yourself where the thick branch met the trunk of the tree, you let your feet dangle off as Ben scooted closer, leaning his weight against your side. You took it as an invitation to rest your head on his shoulder. He didn’t complain.

You stayed like that for a while, in that natural contented silence. Both your breath and his totally in synch with each other. When you weren’t looking up at the rustling leaves, or the half crescent sky, you were watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest match your own.

“Thank you.”

Propping your chin on his shoulder so you could look up at him, you were only able to make out his distinctive features in the dark light since you knew them so well. But he looked thoughtful. A little apprehensive, maybe. But no less comfortable around you as he often was.

“For what?” You murmured, sitting up a bit better and raising your head.

Ben took a deep breath, dark eyes overlooking the empty quiet park. “For always being here. When I met you, things were really hard, and they’ve only gotten harder. But you made it better. Made me feel like a person and not just someone’s property and tool.” Quirking his head to the side slightly, his eyes met yours. “I’m not sure how much longer I could have lasted,” he admitted in a strained whisper.

All you could think to do through the pain of the grip that suddenly seized your heart was to reach over and squeeze his hand, speaking through the burning emotion forming in your throat. “Ben, you persisted through that childhood with your heart still intact—that’s an incredible thing, something you did all on your own. I have never known a kinder, and more stubborn soul, but I met you that way. This life, it isn’t forever. Situations are temporary, people are temporary. But you can choose your family. I chose you.” Releasing his hand to look at the watch on your clock—noting the time at 12:02 A.M.— you reached over and rested both of your palms on his cheeks, turning him to face you more directly. “You survived.”

“Happy eighteenth birthday, Ben.”

Ben swiftly pulled you into a tight embrace, and it took you a second to catch your balance on the branch of the tree before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, breathing him in deep. This was a day he’d been waiting for most of his life. One you knew his siblings had too. He could leave, legally and fully, from that house. He'd told you before how he never wanted to run off and cut himself off from his siblings completely. Those guys were his chosen family, and you understood that much. But this allowed him the freedom he craved. It was certainly something to celebrate.

Moving out of his arms, you couldn’t help the large grin that overcame your face, outmatched only by his own, despite the almost teary look in his eyes. Bending your heads together until your foreheads touched, both of your laughs rang loudly through the empty night.

His sigh of, “I’m free,” sent a sudden chill up your arms just at the sound of his jovial, intimate tone.

But you sure heated back up fast when unexpectedly his lips met your own.

Returning his slow, soft kiss with gentle encouragement, he broke away from you before it turned into anything else. You expected to meet a face just as shocked as your own, surely it had to have been a spur of the moment thing, but no. Quite frankly, Ben looked pretty fucking content with himself.

The bastard had been holding out.

“Is this how you treat people you hate? I should break your arm more often,” you smirked. Ben rolled his eyes as he reached forward, entangling his hand in your hair as he tugged you forward again, nipping slightly at your jaw as he murmured, “this is how I treat people I love, stupid,” before crashing his lips against yours a little more intensely than last time.

Well, then. You didn’t want to argue against that.

Reacting with just as much enthusiasm and fervor, you sighed against him as one hand rested on his chest, the other wrapped around his neck as if to get him closer despite the limiting scene of the tree. Ben’s lips moved across your own, before trailing to the sensitive spot behind your ear and down your neck, letting you catch your breath only for a second before he met your lips again. His hands moving down slowly to grip your hips, trailing under your shirt slightly, skimming so gently across your skin that you would have thought it was the wind if not for the burning heat that spiked at his contact.

You felt like you were falling. Truly, so suddenly falling, that your thoughts couldn’t grasp anything coherent enough other than Ben.

And then you hit the ground, and a sharp, almost unbearable pain shot up your arm.

“Klaus?” Ben suddenly exclaimed, as you groaned and curled up into your side. Please don’t be a god damn nightmare. If he thought you were his brother, then you were going to be mortified—

“Well, hello little dove. That didn’t look fun.”

Oh. No, Klaus was actually here. Alright.

As a figure bent down beside you, you could easily make out who it was simply from the furry jacket and curly silhouette of his hair. He glanced down at your arm inquisitively, before looking back up at the tree where a rather embarrassed Ben gazed down like this was some sort of horror show. He quickly caught himself mid gawk and hopped down from the tree, rushing over and bending down beside you, propping you up slightly as you cradled your arm.

“If that’s how you treat people you love Ben, then I beg of you, please tell me you don’t love me. This wasn’t at all what I expected to find on my lovely midnight stroll.” Klaus winced melodramatically.

Ben’s eyes snapped up to him, asking, “how long were you watching?” Suddenly even more embarrassed than he was before. Serves him right for dropping you.

You waved your good hand between the two to get them to shut up, before biting between your gritted teeth through the throbbing pain, “this is a lovely little get together, but could you guys possibly continue this chat on the way to the hospital?” Sarcasm was extremely evident in your tone. “I think you broke my arm.”

Now that got Ben’s attention.

“Oops.”

Yeah, Ben. Fucking oops.

[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

Triple the Losers AU - Concept Notes

i wanted there to be 27 but if i added patties and audras that made 27 but then i’d have to add kay bc i love her which would make 28 so 21 it is

so the basic concept for this is “hey guys remember how i doubled the baudelaires and made the best au with movie! and netflix!bauds well we’re doing that with book, miniseries and film losers club” 

So, yeah, in this au, the book, miniseries and film Losers are all in the same universe, related, and ready to kill a clown. There is no Chapter Two because these kids bully that clown to death asap. 

A friend group of 21 is pretty wild but definitely makes for a pretty great army. 

Full list of Losers:

The Denbrough Boys

Isaac Denbrough - film!Bill

13

An adopted sibling, though he’s never known any family but the Denbroughs and is never considered anything other than the oldest Denbrough boy 

Artist who wants to illustrate for his brothers’ books bc he loves them

Gay but in denial. Giant crush on Daniel Hanlon. 

Anselm Denbrough - miniseries!Bill 

12 

Likes to write fantasy novels as an escape from reality 

Fights with Bill about whether fantasy or horror is better which is lowkey a metaphor for them arguing about how to deal with their trauma

William “Bill” Denbrough - book!Bill

11

Writes horror stories cause he loves psychological analyzation 

He prefers to face his fears rather than “escape” from them, causing tension between he and Anselm with how they deal with Georgie’s death

Georgie Denbrough - there is only one Georgie as he literally only exists for like one chapter

6 

Loves his brothers 

Dead as fuck, sorry 

Stuttering seems to be a family trait during childhood in the Denbrough family that Anselm and Bill are afflicted with, though Bill much more than his older bother. (Isaac also starts stuttering young, which is suspected to be more psychological.) This trait skipped a generation, and thus the Denbrough parents don’t really know enough about how to deal with their sons’ disability.

They’re a very creative family, usually in terms of creative writing, though they’re also pretty skilled in the art department. Sharon Denbrough is a skilled pianist and taught Isaac until recently. The family was never very close, and Bill always had a rocky relationship with his parents, but the family fell apart after the death of Georgie. Isaac and Bill found themselves practically ignored, while Anselm was pretty much yelled at for trying to fix everything. The brothers only managed to maintain their relationship by trying to avenge Georgie by killing this fucking clown.

The Hanscom Boys

Desmond “Des” Hanscom - film!Ben

13 

Would like to go into Investigative Journalism, though he’s also really into Local Histories

Tends to be afraid of the concept of death more than anything else 

Has a lot of social anxiety 

Auster Hanscom - miniseries!Ben

12

Super into all forms of writing but mostly poetry, which he loves and kinda obsesses over 

Was most affected by not having a father figure around, as Des and Ben didn’t seem to mind 

Assumed he was straight for a while but is probably demi 

Benjamin “Ben” Hanscom - book!Ben

11 

The Architect, and his love of blueprints and planning has made him the main strategist of the Losers Club 

He really doesn’t have many psychological demons so his worst fear is just the mummy he saw in a movie too late at night

Pure baby 

The Hanscoms’ father left the family when Arlene was still pregnant with Ben; while the boys never understood why, they sometimes speculate about secret missions, one or both of their parents cheating, government conspiracies, etc. Des and Ben never really minded, as Des was quite the introvert and Ben was close with their mom, but Auster really wished they could have a paternal figure, especially since the boys tend to be shunned for their genetic overweight appearance and he really wished for some kind of acceptance. 

The move to Derry was recent, as Arlene managed to find a higher-paying job that could help her support her boys. Ben managed to get himself in trouble with the Bowers Gang, meaning that his brothers, defensive of him, also became targets. But they manage to find friends in the Losers Club, and with the whole gang together, nobody’s going to be able to hurt them... right? 

The Marsh Girls

Karen “Karrie” Marsh - film!Bev

13 

Hates her name, thinks it sounds like a middle-aged mom. Goes by Karrie which she thinks sounds cooler (and serves as another Stephen King reference)

Wants to do movie stunts as an adult, is the most daring and bold of the Losers Club, and also probably the physically strongest 

Intensely protective of her sisters, especially due to their home situation 

Brooke Marsh - miniseries!Bev

12 

The sweetest little angel you will ever meet. Has never done anything wrong in her life 

Wants to be a painter and is very artistic. Karrie has shoplifted her paint supplies before 

The only one of her sisters to not smoke, as they refuse to let her near cigarettes 

Beverly “Bev” Marsh - book!Bev

11 

Technically the half-sister (stepsister?) of her older sisters, and can tell that her Mom doesn’t seem to care for her sisters much. She loves them, though, and won’t stand for people insulting them 

Quite the fashion designer, and even though the family is poor, she’s been making sure they don’t look like shit since she could choose her own clothes 

Probably the most manipulative of the Losers, though this has its advantages, such as when they need to get out of trouble. 

Giant Lesbian, definitely marries Kay McCall 

Karrie and Brooke have lived under the hate of their father for a while, due to the fact that he blames them for their mother’s death; Karrie brought home a virus from daycare that infected their mother, weakening her enough that labor with Brooke killed her. Karrie tends to get the most shit for this, mainly because Brooke gets along more with their stepmother, Elfrida. Elfrida married their father only a few months following their mother’s death, mainly due to the fact that Al got her pregnant. The family is quite poor, and the parents work quite a lot, meaning the sisters have gotten pretty good at fending for themselves. 

Recently, the girls have started to get more fears about their father than just physical abuse- he’s been acting weird around Karrie and Bev, and while Brooke seems to avoid his eye for the time being, she has been quite hurt by his violent outbursts. Karrie’s secretly been saving up to take her sisters away before he can do anything to them, though she’s not sure how to tell Brooke and Bev, as they don’t even understand what they’re supposed to be afraid of. But while they’re in Derry, they end up finding themselves among the Losers Club, on a mission to save the children of the town by killing a monster that lives in the sewers. That won’t be much of a problem; they have much worse monsters at home. 

The Kaspbrak Boys

Chase Kaspbrak - film!Eddie

13 

Somehow simultaneously the most paranoid and most reckless boy in the world 

He’s really into analysis and predicting events 

Can and Will fight you, but he will be bitching about it the entire time 

Otto Kaspbrak - miniserires!Eddie

11, Eddie’s older twin 

Incredibly stubborn and snarky, but also the most loyal Loser and the most sincere 

Has an interest in mechanics and repair, and when his mom’s not looking he’ll take things apart to find out how they work 

Edward “Eddie” Kaspbrak - book!Eddie

11, Otto’s younger twin

Very adaptable and adventurous, though he has a lot of anxiety at times 

Special Interest in cars, wants to be a driver as an adult

Able to find direction no matter where they are, and his gift of coordination has helped the Losers numerous times 

There will absolutely be a car chase scene where he has to drive 

Chase is the only Kaspbrak who really remembers their father, being seven when he died instead of his brothers’ five. He seems to recall them not being so sick back then, though his Mother claims otherwise, and their father being a good, playful man. But he’s not here now, and their mother, Sonia, is paranoid about everything. Her boys are very weak and sick and can’t do much, and she hates that they have such rough, rude friends that must be corrupting them somehow. 

The boys, however, are much more adventurous and capable than Sonia believes- especially Chase, who has actually won more than one fight, mostly on behalf of his brothers. As the eldest, Chase believes he has to protect Otto and Eddie, whether it be from a bunch of school bullies, a killer clown in the sewers, or their own mother. Also, Chase and Eddie are gay as hell and Otto is demi-gay as fuck. 

The Hanlon Boys

Daniel “Danny” Hanlon - film!Mike

14, the oldest of the Losers

He’s actually the cousin of Orel and Mike; he recently moved in with his aunt and uncle after the death of his parents in a house fire. He’s pretty traumatized from the incident 

Wants more than anything to travel and explore the world, meet new people and see everything there is to see, and being stuck in boring, bigoted Derry is pretty much hell for him 

He is very protective of his cousins and friends, though, and is the one who believes the most in their ability to triumph over Pennywise

Orel Hanlon - miniseries!Mike

12

Incredibly excitable and very optimistic, as well as incredibly bookish. As such, he tends to infodump whether people want to hear him or not 

Super into cartography, and collects old, antique maps as well as making his own pretty much wherever they go 

Really into gruesome horror stuff and doesn’t understand why it scares and/or grosses out other people. 

Michael “Mike” Hanlon - book!Mike

11 

Incredibly watchful and steadfast, and the Loser with perhaps the most emotional stability 

He’s a lil Historian whose greatest desire is to work for the library and get to read as many books as he wants 

Just. really fucking loves his dog 

Orel and Mike don’t go into town much, mainly staying on their farm with their loving parents and spending their time with the farm animals; Mike is closest to their watchdog, but Orel loves being among the sheep. In the last few months, their cousin Danny moved in with them, and their relationship is... a bit awkward. Orel is too blunt and Mike is too curious, and they don’t know how to carefully approach the subject of his parents burning to death in front of him without making him feel worse. 

It doesn’t help that Danny hates Derry; it’s bigoted, it’s tiny, it’s in the middle of nowhere, and people are dying left and right. However, once his cousins convince him to come hang out with their friends, he ends up bonding with the other Losers of the town, even though they’re all a bunch of weird white kids. And though the Hanlons don’t deal much with town business, they’re ready to join in the fight to stop Pennywise from killing anyone else. 

The Tozier Triplets

Reynard “Reynie” Tozier - film!Richie

12, the firstborn of the triplets 

Loudmouthed, rude, impulsive and very crass, mainly to hide his crippling self-doubt and fears of being ostracized  

Super good at video games and says he wants to be a professional gamer, though honestly he’s just really interested in stand-up comedy 

Gay as all fuck

Roderick “Rod” Tozier - minseries!Richie

12, the middle of the triplets

While he’s just as hyperactive as his triplets, he’s a bit more controlled and actually the least raunchy, meaning Reynie and Richie joke that he’s not using his name correctly 

Wants to be a voice actor for cartoons like Looney Tunes, and is actually getting decent at impersonating the RoadRunner. 

Richard “Richie” Tozier - book!Richie

12, the youngest of the triplets 

Pretty wild and uncontrollable, energized as all hell, and makes off-color jokes to piss people off and get attention, though he does have a true heart for his friends 

Wants to have his own radio show in the future. Was the first to befriend the Marsh girls, because he and Bev would share cigarettes during recess 

Bi as all fuck 

The Tozier triplets are a trio of ADHD disasters and nobody in Derry can or will ever forget it. Reynie and Rod tend to “big brother” Richie, meaning they tend to end up slapping him upside the head for saying something insensitive, though sometimes Reynie says something a bit too impulsively as well. They used to do different voices to entertain each other, meaning it’s a bit of an interest for all of them. While Reynie tends to lean more towards comedy, though, Rod wants to be a voice actor for cartoons like Looney Tunes, and Richie hopes to be some kind of radio personality. 

Their parents mean well but are often at work, and even at home they don’t quite understand their boys, so the triplets are pretty used to relying on each other. Reynie kinda has the least parental affection, as Rod and Richie tend to get into even more shit than he does, so he kinda falls to the wayside. His isolation tends to manifest in fears of abandonment and loneliness- and a public outing resulting in such, starting when he started to realize that he maybe didn’t like girls as much as he said he did. Rod and Richie, meanwhile, also have vague fears of outing, though Pennywise represents their bisexuality as werewolfism- always transforming in painful and terrifying ways. 

The Uris Boys

Mason Uris - film!Stan

13 

Very cautious, but definitely not the Mom friend; he will inform you how shitty your idea is, but will not stop you, and in fact will grab popcorn to watch 

Loves studying art history and different art forms, though he doesn’t want to create them himself, just catalogue them. He likes to entertain Isaac and Brooke by “critiquing” their “fabulous” artwork

The only one of his siblings who doesn’t get along with their parents 

Peter Uris - miniseries!Stan

12, almost 13 

Incredibly logical and has the most anxiety. Is the last one to believe in the clown just because it doesn’t fit into his worldview 

While all the boys love birdwatching, he’s the one who’d like to go into it as a profession; he loves ornithology and wants to study birds for the rest of his life 

Stanley “Stan” Uris - book!Stan

11 

Loves to have things in order, and doesn’t really know how to interact with people socially, because people don’t act in predictable ways. 

Super good at mathematics and hopes to be an engineer or accountant 

Has the weirdest sense of humor, which means he is the best

The Urises are one of the few Jewish families in town, and in a bigoted town like Derry, that means they were pretty much outcasted from the getgo. They are all relatively close with each other, in that they’ll argue nonstop but also would die for each other without question. Peter and Stan probably get along the best, as they’ll sit and talk about birds until they pass out, while Mason likes to sit in his room and read his books on famous artists. Mason also has a bit more of a strained relationship with his parents, while his brothers get along with them much better. 

The boys refused to believe in Pennywise for the longest time, as they’re all very logical and orderly and “magic alien clown eating kids by turning into their fears” doesn’t exactly fit into their normal worldview. But they’re going to stick by their friends and do their best to protect themselves and the town... and, well, if the way to kill the clown is by bullying him to death, they have a shitton of insults they’ve been saving for a special occasion. 

[finleytm]

「 shawn mendes. cismale. he/him. 」i hope that #lexsquad member「 FINLEY MORALES 」adds me to the squad ! the 「 TWENTY-THREE 」year old 「 PHYSIOLOGY 」 major has been apart of the squad since 「 FEBRUARY 2020 」and seems to be the 「 OPTIMIST 」of the group.「 FIN 」is a「 JUNIOR 」 and seems to enjoy 「 READING IN THE LIBRARY 」but you can always find them at a squad party , too !

good evening ! i don’t have a single ounce of self control so here’s my second baby , finley , a soft lil artist + nerd who just wants everyone to be happy , but understands that that’s unrealistic so he hopes everyone is doing okay , at the very least. 

STATISTICS.

full name : finley angel morales

major : physiology 

orientation : panseuxal

hometown : rochester , ny. 

height : 6′3

build : muscular , built. 

BACKGROUND.

finley was born in portugal , but they moved when he was three so he only remembers living in new york ! his dad is from portugal and his moms from ny. 

his parents met & fell in love when his mom was visiting portugal and they ended up moving back to new york after lil fin was born !

his parents were always that picture perfect kinda love that fin looked up to 

and then when fin when in high school his dad kinda went off the wall , cheating and all this nonsense and oop , finley has a little half sister named flora. she’s 8 now and the cutest lil thing ever. 

his parents separated for a year , but ended up getting back together. fin doesn’t exactly approve , and their marriage hasn’t really been the same since , but he doesn’t say anything about it.

other than that , fin was raised to be kind & respectful & positive. his mom is like this sweet , right light in his life. definitely a mommas boys.

fin is super , super smart ! goal wise , he’s in school to get his undergrad in physiology , and then he plans on going to med school to be a pediatric doctor bc he loves kids :( and has a knack for learning about the body & medical stuff. smart lil brain. 

he also minors in art history literally for fun !!! no reason behind it. he just loves art and the history of art. he just didn’t see what being an art major would get him. 

speaking of art , he’s very talented in art + loves to paint and draw. he has an instagram just for his art and he does commissions. 

going to lex was a total spur of the moment decision + he hates being away from his family. 

PERSONALITY.

soft. so , so soft. not incredibly gullible , but has a gentle nature. 

looks on the bright side of literally everything. failed a test ? there’s always more. got your heartbroken ? time will heal that ! 

a very , very good friend ! will keep ur secrets. will call u when you’re bored. will buy u lunch just to be nice. 

he’ll definitely stand up for himself if he needs to , but he’s more likely to stay quiet because he doesn’t like confrontation.

a lil sensitive. gets bothered easily but just gets quiet & will go away until he feels better. 

has a super cute sense of humor. makes lil jokes and books and doesn’t generally think he’s funny but can tend to put a good joke out there.

generally a pretty ... Good Boy u know

doesn’t really smoke / drink / etc. he goes to parties but he’s only been drunk once in his life.

can be a little oblivious ! will have not a single clue you’re flirting with him. 

blushes easily. easily intimidated. 

a Bi King

HEADCANONS.

speaks english , portugese , spanish , & asl. 

works at smithies when he’s not in class. ! 

wears sweaters even if it’s hot. or overalls. 

has the MOST unruly , ridiculous hair in the world. it’s so cute but its so curly. 

literally loves to read ? always reading. runs into walls bc hes walking and reading. 

goes to the gym every morning at 6 am before classes.

wears contacts + sometimes wears glasses. 

a bit of a perfectionist. organized notes. everything is in order. neat as fuck. 

obsessed w/ disney movies and shakespeare.

a tall , soft , kind boy. :( 

idk anymore im tired this is all u get rn. 

CONNECTIONS.

i’m gonna make a page but for now : 

someone break his heart , please. please , i’ll beg ! 

best friend / dorm mate ! 

a cute lil confidant kinda thing 

a lil saucy fwb bc i feel like he’s only slept w/ like ... two people so i feel like this would be different as fuck for him ( bonus if he gets attached + they just wanna fuck ! ) 

a bad influence for him. god. get him drunk. get him high. something ! 

maybe ..... enemies ? 

that’s all i got rn , but here’s his pinterest ! 

[sunwritten]

hi guys  😁  i am ur girl mimi  ( she/her, mst, 22 )  and all u have to know about me is that i do nothing but keysmash , cry , listen to redvelvet and arianagrande, talk spanglish since spanish is my first language AND that i love sonic the hedgehog . now let me introduce to u to my boy  😁

̗̀   ✰   ― 〔  cha  eunwoo,  cis  male,  he/him  ）―  ❝  have  you  seen  mason  choi  walking  around  the  town  square  in  the  afternoon  ?  if  you’re  close  enough  you  might  even  be  able  to  hear  in  your  eyes  by  the  weeknd  blasting  through  their  headphones.  they’re  twenty-four  and  are  currently  working  as  a  piano instructor  /  songwriter.  once  you  get  to  know  them,  you’ll  be  able  to  find  out  that  they’re  very  candid  and  reserved,  but  also  can  be  very  lackadaisical  and  blunt.

statistics .

name: mun-hee “mason” choi .

age: 24 .

dob: january 1st , 1996 .

gender + pronouns: cis male , he/him .

zodiac: capricorn sun , libra moon , pisces raising .

orientation: bisexual , biromantic . 

religion: heavily raised under catholic influences . he doesn’t care , though .

hometown: olympia , washington .

residence: novan , south carolina .

occupation: piano instructor, but he can be a tutor for anything if he does some investigation the night prior. singer and songwriter in hopes to make it big one day. streamer and influencer on twitch, youtube and instagram. 

about .

THE JACK OF ALL TRADES: a person who is not content learning about just one thing only , developing a sense to learn something efficiently so they can be good enough at whatever they choose . raised under a strict household , mason craved to learn and experience more than what was taught under the roof of his house and church . spent most of his life reaching out ( sometimes suceeding , sometimes not ) to everything to have some kind of experience under his belt: some of these being both noticed by his parents and some others not ( and for the better ) . a quick learner and adaptable , and when he knows how to approach new skills properly , no mountain is too high for him .

the only child to a priest and a lawyer . mun-hee , eventually introducing himself as mason because he was tired of repeating his name over and over , was brought up in a wealthy and strictly catholic household in olympia , washington . he was forbidden from doing anything out of the ordinary since he could remember ; from dirtying up his sunday clothes to not attending his best friend's birthday party because his parents had the suspicion that substances were going to be involved at the party , and they didn't want him to fall into that hole . if only they knew .

was pushed into the church's choir against his own will when he turned eight , weeks later he was not only praised by his voice , but he fell in love with music . he learned how to play the piano and guitar by himself , and he was later taught by his parent's friends on how to play the violin , the flute , the drums and even the saxophone . he is currently learning how to play the cello and the harp . he specializes on piano , guitar and drums only while the others are one of his multiple , but not so developed , skills .

wrote his very first song when he was eleven ( something that got him the first place at his school's talent show ) , since then he has been writing and creating his own music . he’s currently working on trying to produce something good enough to put out one day . his passion on music caused some tension between him and his parents because , although they didn't disown him or anything , they didn't approve of it---- mostly because they had plans of having him replace his father's position at their church . this caused mason to simply not talk about music with them . it was when he graduated high school when he decided to move out to new york to attend columbia as a mathematics major with a minor on creative writing . after graduation , he moved to novan at the age of 21 because he wanted a new change of scenery .

jason has his own youtube channel , filled with vlogs about literally everything: archives of his past gaming streams on twitch , guitar/piano/bass/song covers that have gone viral on twitter and instagram time to time so he has somewhat of a following fanbase .

tidbits .

despite that i know nothing about mason so im going full force on development with him LKSJKLSJSLKJSLKJS

a himbo . he’s a really nice guy ... kinda dense .. kinda slutty ....... but at the same time he’s v reserved and doesn’t speak until someone is speaking to him bc that’s juss how he was raised U know

he’s not as religious as his parents think he is . he doesn’t... really care but that’s the religion he was raised with so . but that won’t stop him from wearing this sexc necklace with a golden cross bc he thinks he looks hot with it Mwah .

mason has a good relationship with his parents actually !!!! something that is sexc despite of the lil music tension because not only he adores them and they adore him , but he’s lowkey living off their money but at the same time he has gotten a bunch of MONIESSSS because rich people keep giving him money so he can teach their kids to play ( insert musical instrument here ) hehe .

u kno on parasite how the kim family started to do the things the park family wanted or whatever..... kinda like that . sometimes uses his skill of being a quick learner to come up with something quick and make it believable and get the monies KJKLSJSJS

a piano , guitar and drums prodigy . sings like an angel and has the voice of my man’s baekhyun with some lil justin bieber undertones u kno.....  probably v popular at karaoke bars . and he’s a songwriter too and produces and mixes his own music and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

he wants to put out music sometime but for now....... he just makes random covers on his youtube channel , a channel that became popular bc oooooooooooooo cute boy who can sing and play the piano and is funny on his videogame streams . lets subscribe and tip him ten dollars so he can sing a song to me on his next stream <3 !

has gone viral time to time bc of his covers and bc hes really funny on twitter ngl . but if someone recognizes him he gets rather shy LSKJSLKSJKSLJ 

fucks around with alcohol and some drugs but it’s nothing too wild . he has been toying w these habits since high school and he still thanks god that they never found out about this ldjldkjdkldjd 

idk what else to say

he knows how to do card and skateboard tricks but please dont ask him to do wild things on the skateboard please he just can do the basics and doesn’t fancy the idea of getting his nose broken again LKJLSKJSLKSJLKSJ

a whole ass gamer when he’s not scratching his head trying to come up with the perfect sound for a new song . will ignore phone calls and messages until he’s done . he is also one of those bitches who will make u cum and then will get up to continue his game SLKJKLSJSKLJSKLSJ

he has a white cat and a cocker spaniel: phat and kiwi! aka the loves of his life 

a hopeless romantic who has like 289739873 failed relationships . he was a puppy heartbreaker when he was in college ngl

wanted connections.

best friend or someone he’s super close with ever since he moved in

unlikely friendship

partying buddies

PARTNERS IN CRIME

maybe he can be a cornerstone to someone just kno he’s not good with advice LKSJLKSJSLKJSKLSJ

maybe someone he teaches piano??? or maybe he taught them something else IDK

maybe a muse... someone who gives him so much inspo for his music/poems mmmmm this could be multiple because he finds inspo on everyone basically

exes ( good / bad terms ) kinda want three exes so he could say ONE TAUGHT ME LOVE , ONE TAUGHT ME PATIENCE AND ONE TAUGHT ME PAIN !!!!!

one sided crush ( them @ him or him @ them )

MUTUAL CRUSH ???????????????????

someone he spoils just bc ( this should be talked abt i guess )

frenemies

mutual annoyance

maybe someone who joins him on his vlogs u kno..... like when they r together his followers (or theirs if there’s someone out there who was a youtube channel too) are like o shit hell yeah

fwb(s) because he’s a slut  -________-

bad / good influences are also good

one night stands 

idk

fuck

pokemon go buddies 

neighbors? he lives in an apartment complex and his apartment is sexc ngl 

i like to brainstorm tho

please plot with me thanks

[billynteddy]

Logan Family HCs !!

-the Logan family loves each other very much but uh,,,that house is a fucking circus

-Ted and Deacon are 4, almost 5, years apart 

-They Love football in that house !!!!

-Ted n Deacon are very cool w/ each other they’ve promised to never snitch when the other is doin somthn Sneaky 

-ted’ll sneak out sometimes but deacon sneaks out more (and its easy bc they have a one level house (maybe a basement? Idk) also its the 80s,,,what’s an “alarm system”?)

-when deacon sneaks out to do hoodrat shit with his friends ted will stay awake to make sure he comes home safe

-whenever they get in trouble their dad makes them do push-ups or wallsits n shit bc it “builds character”? And will “benefit them in the long run”???? Anyways Ted and deacons arms are strong as shit now 

-capt Logan has been blabbing about military school for a while now but ted never thought he was, like, deadass

-Ted’s dad used to be a delinquent type in high school way back in the late 50s and *his* parents sent him to military school to “get him back on track” so he used to think that will help Ted… He knows Ted is a Good Boy, but when he found out he was almost about to flunk out of school, it reminded him of all the ways HE messed up back in his youth (including not doing well in school) which he believed would lead to Ted getting into the same Bad Shit he used to do like get in switchblade fights or joining a gang or something.. Capt Logan eventually realized that he was overreacting and WAY projecting onto Ted bc he was scared as fuck and he also realized that Ted will be able to navigate the world as a genuinely good person, who knows right from wrong, and he will be JUST FINE !!!! (As in just fine w/o military school) 

-Deacon usually initiates family game nights so when they do that it ends up a damn mess.. lots of times it’s Pictionary that goes too far or UNO which gets real intense real fast 

-sometimes they’ll do a movie night which is chill tho 

-Ted is the hugger of the family so he also always initiates group hugs n shit (which are awkward for deacon and capt Logan but ted is oblivious to it)

-Deacon is pretty okay at baseball but ted was ASS when he played basketball,,he’s delusional tho he thought he was Michael Jordan

-Deacon doesn’t remember his mom much but ted and dad try to cheer him up with pictures where they are all together and that helps a lil 

-Mama Logan was a cute Chinese/Hawaiian lady who loved her family and loved her babies!! Every other year Ted, Deacon, n Capt Logan take a trip to visit her side of the family in Hawaii and just have a good time spending time with each all of each other and remembering their mom!

-the big forehead gene runs in their family (both parents had 5heads so there’s no escaping it)

-Ted and Deacon were both born in Hawaii but then they moved to California like very shortly after Deacon was born 

-Oh yea before this time Capt Logan only planned to be in Hawaii for a lil bit but then he fell in love and built a life for a while🥺

-Deacon or Ted will enter the bathroom to grab something (like quips) and not care who is in there already…their dad hates this bc they have interrupted many shits.  (I.e. Dad where are the—stop screaming it’s just me—where are the cotton balls?”)

-If Capt Logan gets enough drinks in him he might…bust a move or two

-and that’s exactly what you think it looks like

-Ted gets Daphne and Kerry mixed up all the time and they give him so much shit for that he just refers to them as “deacons lil girlfriends”

-Daphne, Kerry, and Deacon are considered the cool kids at their middle school and everyone wants to be a part of their group bc they’re so fun and chill 

-they go on way more moves than Bill and Ted imo .. they’re just havin fun in each other’s presence it’s so fucking pure 

-Ted’s worst fear is going bald bc his dad is bald up top and he !!! Does not want to be bald!!!!

-Capt Logan and Bills dad aren’t really friends they just acknowledge that their sons are BFFs so theyll stay cordial .. for now 

-Ted made a whole presentation to his dad called “Why Ted Should be able to Get an Earring”

-that was for his first one tho the second one was diy

-Deacon overshares way too much information for no reason he’ll literally be sitting at the dinner table and say something like “can I be excused from the table I gotta fart so bad..”

-Capt Logan is such a “back in my day” ass dude so Ted and Deacon have made it their personal mission to get him hip to the times 

-as a result he’ll try and use slang but it’s never correct 

-sometimes he’ll even watch MTV when the house is empty 

-Deacon knows how to drive he doesn’t have a permit nor a license but he knows how to do it

-Their dad always tries to encourage them to eat healthy n stuff and this has resulted in junk food stashes in both of their rooms…shit, capt Logan has one too

-Ted always tries to dress comfortably while Deacon is more style oriented.. sometimes Ted will pick out an article of clothing that he believes will “spice up” the outfit (I.e. a vest, a tie, a bandana, patches) but uhh … he looks comfortable that’s all imma say 

-Deacon got DRIP tho 

-Their dad cooks the most but its usually something along the lines of vegetables, a side, and a meat.,,but they eat out lots of times too and LOVE TV dinners … u cant make them give up TV dinners 

-one time deacon said “I got dinner this time” and presented a meal which only consisted of baked beans and rolls. He’s learning tho deacon loves to cook meals

-Ted drinks all of the juice and only leaves a sip left..deacon is the one that yells at him bc he was also planning to drink all of the juice (all teens love Minute Maid juice)

-They have a patio in the backyard for sittin’

-Ted is usually very bad at skateboarding but lately he’s been getting the hang of it go ted

[k-pham]

hi y’all it’s a and I’m continuing my trend of never doing anything valid and playing the same character with different faceclaims. also this blog is so... empty rn pls skjdfshd

Meet Kiet Anh “Kit” Pham. 17. Slytherin. Seventh year. DE.

(+) sensitive, loyal, charming, organized

(-) glib, arrogant, spoiled, impulsive, reckless, insecure, misguided, offensive

Make no mistake. You were never good.

From the start, you were a menace. As your mother tells it, you started to wail the instant you took your first breath—and you haven’t stopped since.

As soon as you were able to walk, you tore through your mother’s rose garden, grabbed fistfuls of thorns to rip out the flowers. For your seventh birthday, when gave she gave you the wrong gift, you smashed your grandmother’s heirloom vase against the wall. You’ve always been more trouble than you were worth. You’ve always been a terror.

But, let’s be honest— that’s not what you wanted to be.

So what if cruelty has always been your first resort? If consequence is still far from your mind? You learned the taste of blood before honey, salt before sweet. Your first bite tasted bitter, and the sting took time to fade.

You were never good. But that only was because you didn’t know how to be—

-          

When the divorce happened, you watched your mother pack his things from the corner. When she leaned in to tell you goodbye, you flinched. You told her you hated her. But that was only because you were afraid.

You see, being a monster is easy. And admitting you care is hard.

You were never good. No, that’s for certain. You’ve said too many bad things. You’ve slammed too many doors. You’ve thrown too many fits.

But oh, how you’ve always wished you were.

kiet anh pham (nicknamed kit) was born to parents who, he was mostly certain, never loved him.

it’s not like they were incapable of it. they tried their hardest. even as their own marriage fell apart, there was still love there. at least for his younger sister, mailan, for for his other siblings.

but that was easy. everyone loved mailan. she was cute and soft and she did all the right things. kit- was-, well, kit. he had never really made it easy for them.

he was the only son of a high-society pureblooded family and he acted like it: rich and spoiled, he grew up a little monstrous and more than a little disrespectful. he would do things without really thinking of the consequences and make more trouble than he really meant to.

looking back, he was probably just acting out because he knew what was coming. he knew his parents were going to leave each other. and he, well, all he ever knew was the only time they ever did anything together was when they yelled at him.

in retrospect, all that did was probably make the divorce happen faster. 

but he didn’t know.

he just wanted them- to tell him no. 

he didn’t think they would really leave.

honestly, for kit, the only thing good that came out of his parent’s divorce is- z. 

while the two of them had known of each other before and might have even considered each other friends, when he gained a new brother, kit saw a light at the end of a tunnel. 

it was all fun and games at first. they shared a bunk bed and a room. z taught him about pokemon and beyblades and kit did his best to pretend not to be interested. they played aurors and robbers. they got up to tons of mischief, stayed up way too late, talked way too much. so, though kit didn’t stop being trouble, it was- the best thing in the world to have someone all too willing to share the blame and laugh. he had always liked being a brother, but, with z, he found that he loved– having one.

tw abuse mention and then, i guess, bc all good things come to an end.  he got old enough to understand what had happened to z and his mother. and, filled with deep-rooted hatred for the muggles that raised z, unable to reconcile that anger into anything else but broad generalizations, he ended up joining the death eaters. 

it was actually a targeted recruitment (wanted connection here, i suppose). the phams and diggorys were well-connected and well-off, but not de-aligned. someone offered kit guidance and purpose and preyed upon his already existent hatred for muggles and voila! he signed up— and (unbeknownst to him at the time) signed away z’s, mailan’s and his own futures.

i think right now– to put it in the most concise terms. kit is having– growing pains. z has withdrawn from the family, doing work for the de higher ups that he clearly doesn’t care to tell kit about. mailan is working as a double agent for the de, in direct contact with the student leaders, and there’s so much that she has to hide. safe to say, they’re both doing- better than he is. 

so what if he’s jealous? that he joined up first and everyone else in his family is doing bigger things than he is. so what if he’s sad? he no longer has the confidante and friend he used to have. he’s the oldest brother and none of his siblings even need him anymore. and so what if he’s scared? that all of them are in over their heads. that he got them into a bad decision. that—  mailan and z going to do what his mother did and leave him the second they find out what the world is like without him.

he’s never made it easy to be loved, he knows, but that’s never made it hurt any less.

this time, kit is thinking things through. he’s taking precautions. before his mother left, kit begged for him to stay. he lashed out. he threw a tantrum. he cried. he ended up saying some things that can never be taken back. that was pathetic. this time, he won’t do any of that.

so what if z wants to be distant? go. kit doesn’t care. 

so what if mailan is risking her life every single day? that’s all fine. kit won’t worry.

so what if the death eaters don’t want him in their uber-secret and top-level ranks? okay. kit has other things to do.

within the last year, kit has proclaimed his lifelong goal is to photosynthesize, a concept, he entirely doesn’t grasp but has heard of through his vague understanding of muggle science. “drink, soak in the sun and breathe good? sounds okay to me.” 

he’s very purposely going to not care about things. he’s going to do nothing that doesn’t benefit him directly. he’s not going to care at all. he was never good at being loved, never good at being good— so now he won’t even try. 

it’s a good plan. after all, in this world, you can really only be certain of one thing: people leave. you have to look out for yourself.

more rando points and introspection

to break things down in the most concise way, I think I need to talk about the connections and difference between Kit’s actions and his feelings. i think that kit has big feelings and just no way of communicating them. he’s afraid of looking weak, of being vulnerable. he’s afraid that he’ll give them something else not to love.

fuccboi hypebeast naruto runner mode x3000

kit absolutely dresses like a Naruto character 100% of the time

im mostly thinking abt this meme  but also he would dress like kakashi n sasuke in a heartbeat

um? how to say– a lil bitch. literally a gremlin.  a virgin, but like… in that lies about it bc he’s ashamed and insecure about it. if he got laid once… maybe it would solve all his and his family’s problems. probably not. but lbr… he wouldn’t mind it.

lies about a lot more than that too, just to be clear.

biggest lies are “i DON’t LOVE u.” and “I DON’t CARE.”  but nearly everything he says is a lie.

“mUGGLES n muggleborns ARE BACKWARDS and THEY HAVE NOTHING REDEEMABLE about THEM” a lie, first off just in the not true sense, but also kit doesn’t even really believe that. he likes the muggle things that z has shown him and also, likes z, even though he is not a pureblood.

that being said has literally no understanding of muggle concepts beyond what z has told him and even then grasps very little

kit vs catholicism is… v bad

i can really see kit, like when his parents were fighting, getting in between them with tears in his eyes. “i’m the prince of this house! and i’m telling you not to fight anymore and also you have to stay together for me!!!” this equal parts entitlement, ludicrousness and … just desperation is… altogether kit for me.

even tho mailan and z are the MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE In THE WORLD TO HIM, he has absolutely put them down publicly, sometimes (recently) even to their face. it’s his way of saying im insecure and i don’t care that u guys are leaving me and being much more accomplished than me

yeah he a soft DUMb. SO WHAT ABOUT IT.

·        

·        Bc I’m at character saturation, I literally have to use my other characters to describe him so here we go.

probably most like cress— in that they’re both opinionated, misguided and committed to the de. They’re just… misguided in different ways. Cress doesn’t really lie about the way he feels. Cress genuinely thinks what he is doing is right. He thinks the sacrifices he has made are worth it. Cress has some level of altruism (even tho…he is selfish too). Cress is smart and calculated and, well, frankly impressive. Kit is the opposite of all of that. He’s reactionary, impulsive, selfish and… inadequate in so many ways.

one thing of note is that he can’t talk himself out of situations like Cress can. Kit makes mistakes— and has to live with them. Cress doesn’t blame himself but will “accept responsibility”. Kit blames himself.

kit is also way less behaved that cress. cress will make a bad prank and laugh if he stands by it and then, say sorry after a little bit. kit will do something absolutely awful and feel awful and still laugh while hating himself wildly. kit will also never apologize.

like rose, he’s having a truly rough time with growing up. he wishes things could go back to the way they were. but unlike rose, he refuses to cling to his childhood innocence. he’s pushing himself to grow up way faster than he’s actually comfortable with and that’s really causing intense angst. kit is exactly the kind of person who has and will make fun of rose for things that even he himself are guilty of. 

apparently I also have a thing for older siblings bc … rose, jasper and kit are all really protective of their siblings. But while rose and jasper mainly manifest this in healthy ways (if anything, probably … a little too overprotective), kit is a tiny lil shitball full of irrationality. bursts of being way too controlling and, when that’s not received well, sulking in a corner.

lowkey… he’s awful, but, because he’s motivated purely out of irrationality and spite and not logic, he’s my de character with the most chance for redemption.he’s … awful. he acts awful. he thinks muggles n muggleborns r backwards n dont deserve rights. he’s half cocky quips and half … just like offensive comments. gross. when ur a pureblood rich boy, u can care about literally nothing and say whatever u want get away with it. the only problem is… he does care. he cares so much. he’s worried about his bb sister and his step bro, but doesn’t have the emotional strength to show it. he worries about the future n what he’s going to do. but most of all, he worries that if people know that he cares… that they’ll think he’s weak (which tbh he is).

wanted connections

tba

terrible de friends!!! photosynthesize with kit

good friends !!! pls tell kit he’s being awful. this one is limited bc... he truly is awful!!!

a de mentor!!!!! v important for kit’s sense of self!!! bc this mentor approached him asnd was like wassup!! wanna have a sense of community and got a lot of misplaced anger??? kit: hell yeah my dude also i got two juicy siblings that can convert with me

a tutor! this girl only plays dums!!! kit no es tan inteligente como cress o rose n el necesita ayuda!!!!

[camachameleon]

Cam’s Voltron Fic Rec 3/∞

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    **Recoil/Release by Cheshyr

Word count:  22,387 (13/13)

Summary:  When Keith is bitten by an alien creature with venom that causes your dominant emotions to be amplified, the team is ready for a day of dealing with an incredibly angry paladin.

Which means they’re not ready at all for what actually happens.

Comments:  The almost stream-of-consciousness writing of Keith’s parts are really gut-wrenching because it’s as if you are experiencing it with him. (Warning for panic attacks- if you are triggered at all by that sort of thing you may want to sit this one out, it gets pretty graphic). A couple good song pairings for this fic to set the tone are Broken Crown and World Gone Mad.

    **Synergy by Kokochan & Spanch

Word count:  74,064 (10/10) 

Summary:  The vines were large, stiff, gnarly, and thick-stemmed, with blue leaves as big and round as dinner plates, but Shiro’s battle-arm was able to sever several long straggles with ease. The vines draped easily enough over the shuttle and hid it quite handily from view. “Good enough, I suppose,” Shiro said, glaring at the empty greenish-blue sky. “Come on, let’s… Hunk? What’s the matter?”

Hunk was staring at something behind him. “Shiro, don’t make any sudden moves just now, but there’s a really big lizard thing standing right behind you. Um. Two of them.”

Surprised, Shiro turned, albeit carefully. He’d never even heard them approach. That was rather impressive, considering the size of the beasts. It was as though someone had taken a pair of Arizonan horned lizards and rebuilt them more on the lines of a tiger without leaving out any of the spikes, then expanded them to about the size of an Indian elephant and added six large, intelligent blue eyes. Understandably, Shiro froze in place.

Comments: OH. MY. GOSH. OK. SO. This bad boy is Part 1 of 3, so far, with a total series word count of 241,404 at the moment. This beautiful titan of a series is named Of The Pack, and it updates with great speed, considering it has two top tier authors working on it. The several OCs in this story are so lifelike and realistic and fit so well into the universe that I forget that they aren’t actually canon and I kind of miss them when I’m reading other Voltron fics. My favorite part is the world-building it does. Everything about this fic is so dynamic and multi-dimensional, from it’s characters to the epic plot - this is the exact opposite of lazy writing. I am so here for badass Pidge, and the matriarchal Galra culture and the dragons. I👏LOVE👏THIS👏FIC👏

Also there’s magic! (with a scientific explanation, of course)

A cool song that I think goes nice with this fic is Heroes by Måns Zelmerlöw.

  The Kids Are Alright by pugglemuggle

Word count:  10,430 (3/3)

Summary:   Three Garrison Cadets Missing After Freak Satellite Crash

By Mara Garrett, News Editor | The Guardian | Monday, June 13, 2103 7:40 A.M. ET

Two seventeen-year-olds and a fifteen-year-old went missing Friday night after a rogue satellite crashed into the desert a few miles away from the Galaxy Garrison Training Facility, reports say. Garrison officials were quick to cordon off the area, claiming many of the remaining satellite fragments were dangerous and unstable. Government search parties have been sent out into the surrounding desert areas. Details are forthcoming.

—

Her brother is missing. Lance’s sister isn’t about to sit quietly while the Garrison keeps lying to the press. No—she’s going to get to the bottom of this.

(Or: The paladins’ families team up to find their kids and overthrow the corrupt Garrison regime. Told through news articles, prose, the internet, and art.)

Comments:  The format of this is very intriguing and fresh. We get to see scenes of our favorite paladins through the eyes of their friends and families, from before they disappeared and the aftermath. The open ending is still satisfying and leaves you with a sense of determination and hope for these characters that you just couldn’t help but get attached to. If you’re big on government conspiracies then this is the fic for you!

  **Patty Cake by Froldgapp

Word count:  7,829 (6/6)

Summary:  Quiet, aloof, and alone, Keith is distant from the rest of the team. Hunk begins to suspect why, and it’s only when the red paladin pushes himself too far, the Voltron gang realise he’s just as vulnerable as the rest of them.

Comments:  Aaaaahhh this fic. Something about this one has me coming back to reread it all the time even though I always cry. It is just so angsty but in a more poignant, sharp, breathless kind of way. Some of the things the characters say send painful stinging jolts into your chest and you can feel your heart cracking and then you get angry because how dare (I mean ch4 tho holy sh*t). I just want to hug Keith so much ugh. Hunk’s protectiveness of Keith gives me the strength to finish this masterpiece every time. Also, this can kind of be Sheith if you squint (or not, if you don’t).

  The Message by Shipstiel

Word count:  132,787 (45/45)

Summary:  (4:07) okay, but considr this, and hear me out here (4:08) so like, a photobooth u can do with ur pets like there’ll be lil costumes that u can dress them up in, and u can do liek, period costumes and shit with them (4:09) omg, can u imagine, u and ur cat/dog, and theyre in a lil 1800s dress and one of those lace umbrella things omg so cute

(4:15) Why the FUCK are you texting me at four in the morning with this

— 

Keith is texted by accident by some idiot one day, and honestly he’s not even sure why he responds. Or why he keeps responding. Yet somehow he finds himself drawn in, and okay, so maybe this fool is mildly entertaining after all. Who would’ve thought.

Comments:  Slowburn Klance Wrong Number AU. These two are so cute I just can’t. This is the perfect story if you are looking for something effortless and relaxing to read. Even though this contains some softcore Langst, it is still a very cute and heartwarming story about two dorks slowly falling in love. It features Lance’s mother who I fell in love with here, and the kind of supportive nosy best friends that everyone wants in real life (i.e. Hunk, Pidge, and Allura).

  **The Quiet by MilkTeaMiku

Word count:  66,700 (32/32)

Summary:  Does he not realize he’s dead?

Keith can see ghosts. As a part of his Garrison training, he’s sent to a hospital to do one year of medical clerkship - it’s there that he meets a charmingly irritating chose who definitely needs to learn what boundaries are.

Comments:  Modern Ghost AU with eventual Klance. This fic is the most suspenseful story I have ever read in my life. Idk if it’s just me, but I just have this feeling building up paragraph by paragraph of an impending… something. And it has my heart racing which is crazy because it isn’t even particularly fast-paced. There’s just a heaviness to the words that have the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. I literally have to take a breather from reading sometimes to calm down. 

A couple cool songs I think set the mood for this fic is Smother and Mirror.

  Finding Home by spacegaykogane

Word count:  26,966 (6/6)

Summary:  After the wormhole collapses, Keith finds himself stranded on a strange planet. Alone. Until Lance comes along. With their lions dead and resources limited, Keith and Lance need to put aside their differences and work together to get home. Wherever that may be, now.

Comments:  Klance. I love Stranded fics where they have to work together to survive and bond over that. So yeah this one has some whump obviously, bc you know, crash landings aren’t very fun. This one is angsty but its balanced out by the fluffiness in the end.

  Cuddle Puddle by nothingwrongwiththerain

Word count:  46,782 (6/6)

Summary:  Unexpectedly, Shiro’s hand landed on the top of his head. Apparently with Lance and Hunk taking up all the shoulder real estate, Shiro would settle for ruffling Keith’s hair.

Keith was fairly certain his soul was about to detach and abandon his shaking body on the couch. He was surrounded, in the complete and total sense of the word, by other people. Not once before, not in his whole life, had he dealt with a situation like this one.

Or, five times Keith found himself too close for comfort and one time he couldn't get close enough.

Comments:  Klance featuring ace!Keith. Don’t be fooled by the fluffy summary, this is a very angsty fic with lots of Keith whump. Basically, as stated by the author, this story is about ‘Keith struggling with physical contact and learning to accept people care about him’. I love touch-starved Keith stories, like this one. I love the scenes with Kidge bros, featuring a super supportive Pidge. 

  At the Beginning by Sakuraiai

Word count:  64,203 (12/12)

Summary:  Inspired by Anastasia

King Zarkon of the Galra empire lost his only way in to the Kingdom of Altea. In his anger, he put a curse on the royal family. The young, adopted half Galran prince Keith disappeared when the palace was overrun, never to be seen again -- or so it seemed. The only surviving princess, Allura, grieving for her child, offers a reward for Keith's safe return.

Con artists, Lance and his best friend, Hunk plan to pawn off a phony to the princess, hoping to reap the rewards. They hold auditions and choose an orphan man who has a remarkable resemblance to the missing prince -- all the way down to his fluffy Galran ears.

Comments:  Can anyone say Anastasia AU?! I waited with baited breath for each chapter to come out and I was not once disappointed. I love the integration of the different alien races in this timeless story, it all works out so well. Keith just wants to find his mommy and I just want to cry. Also Kidge bros are still my fav as always.

  out of orbit by rbillustration

Word count:  78,135 (19/19)

Summary:  Dragged apart by Haggar’s attack on the wormhole, the paladins and Alteans struggle to survive and find one another again. Luck has placed them all within the same galaxy… but their fortune ends there. Lance is stranded with a badly-injured Shiro and his relief at finding their leader still accompanying him soon turns to terror. Keith may be the only who can rectify the situation - but the Galra have him in their grasp, and they don’t want to kill him. They want him as one of their own.

Comments:  ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. A brainwashed Galra!Keith plus a Possessed!Shiro. This is the perfect recipe for disaster if I ever saw one. If lots of blood bothers you proceed with caution. I love stranded fics.

A good song rec for this one is Darkside.

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[ultchaebugi]

like framed memories ; wh

req: from the drabble game

“welcome back. now help me.” “safety first. what are you? five?”

genre: fluff pairing: wonho x reader word count: 1.8 k this was supposed to be a drabble but wonho happened warnings: this is the softest thing i’ve written a/n: hi babies!! this is the fluffiest fluff, and i really enjoyed writing this so please give this scenario lots of love!!! give feedback to a bitch that literally searched on wikihow how to hang a frame on the wall to write it out properly………. anyways i hope you really enjoy this scenario and give dramarama lots of love!!♥

Lazy mornings were always your boyfriends’ favorites- hot coffee, cozy blankets and soft y/n to cuddle with while watching netflix or a random tv show, or sometimes even just staring at the window- if it was by your side, he loved it.

Ever since you two moved together your mornings were starting to light up, not scared anymore of shitty routines and waking up alone, no more getting late to work because you fell asleep, no more crying because you were stressed and alone, no more. Living with a partner was a lot of responsibility but it was easier for you to take than living by yourself and stressing out to the point of crying yourself to sleep. Undoubtedly, your days with Hoseok by your side had gotten better- a lot better.

Since the apartment was a lil -let’s say- deteriorated, you decided it was a good idea to paint the walls. Maybe put some decorations here and there, new courtains and things your family and Hoseok’s gave you when you moved, somethings even from yours and your boyfriends’ friends. A light beige that fit perfectly with the wooden floor and the white marble counters, the light lumber table with a white tablecloth and a jasmine the same color, and the slightly seashell colored fridge. Everything feed the aesthetic- the only thing left was painting a little part of the wall that was opposite to the kitchen.

You clasp your hands together and take a deep breath, decided to finish the last part before your boyfriend comes back. You managed to convince him to go out with his friends, calling Hyungwon to help you out and give him a surprise, then sit there and drink a hot tea pretending the apartment didn’t shift from old and worn out to beautifully arranged… that is, before you realized the couch was damn heavy and there’s no way on god you can move that big ass thing without your boyfriend. You’re not weak- the thing is enormous. And no, it’s not an excuse. 

You sigh, your eyes closed, your mind playing a memory from that day like a scratched CD.

“Come on baby, let’s buy this couch!” “Hoseok… that’s a fucking bed.” “I know it’s big, but it’s not a bed! Look, it has cute bunny cushions that come with it for free! and is on discount!!!” your mind reenacts your boyfriends’ high-pitched voice by itself, and you facepalm. “Oh my god… you’re so lucky I love you.” He gave you a peck on the lips, the saleswoman staring at you and chuckling, muttering something along the lines of “how cute”. You groan. “I’m going to regret this so much…”

And fuck, you were right. Sure it was comfortable and you were thankful you bought it for him but it was a surprise all thrown to the trashcan and surely Hyungwon won’t take Hoseok to the movies again just for you, judging by the long sigh he made when you asked… and the fact that you had to beg to get him out of bed on his lazy day to take your boyfriend out, just for a surprise.

“You’re lucky you make my best friend happy, you sure are.”

You grab the couch by the edge of it and pull, trying to get it out of that place on the floor but if barely moves half an inch and you’re sure you’re not finishing this in less than an hour.

Well… not exactly an hour.

You hear the keys on the door lock and mentally curse, praying it’s that annoying lady from the lower floor asking you to stop moving things around like it’s thundering, and not your boyfriend with Hyungwon behind waving his arms around muttering an “I couldn’t hold him back” followed by an “I’m sorry” and an awkard smile. Much for your dismay, that’s exactly what’s on the other side of the door.

When the door slams open, there’s Hyungwon with a poker face behind your boyfriend with a big ass grin, that covers his mouth the moments he sees everything you rearranged- from the flowers that he liked the most, to the essences and the walls painted- all except for one.

“Baby, you did this yourself? Why didn’t you ask for help?” “It was a surprise, dumbass.” Hyungwon whispers in his ear from behind, startling Hoseok and earning a chuckle from you. “And you were part of his plan?” he looks offended. “Well, yeah, duh. Of course I am. But you rushed me,” he then stares at you, and you just look at him in desbelief. “And I didn’t think the movie was that short.”

You sigh. “welcome back. now help me.”

He looks at you, tilting cutely his head- god, he’s so cute. “Help you in what babe?” Hyungwon is about to throw up. He waves his hand at you and closes the door, sligtly alarming Hoseok again.

“In moving this colossus. I can’t move it for shit and I have to paint the rest of the wall.” He gets closer to you, a smile plastered on his face. “So you need your strong boyfriend right?” You hit him playfully, he giggles. “Stop talking and help me out.”

You both move the couch easily once he helps you out and you put a little more of strength, just enough to leave a space between the wall and start painting.

He helps you paint, his face covered in beige and yours in dust because of the paints’ lid that was probably conserved in a very dusty place -obviously, what a dumb thought- and you couldn’t be happier. Seeing this man, next to you- although he drives you nuts sometimes, he’s the softest man alive, and you affirm this when he pulls a frame out of his backpack, along with a photo Kihyun took of you both for your first anniversary: the orange sunset, the wet sand as your feet and cold water hitting them- cuffs rolled up and him giving you a piggyback ride. You remember Kihyun’s smile and telling you later on how glad he was that you made his friend so happy, that ou helped him finally getting over his insecurities and thanking you for joining this project of his.

“Do you remember this day?” he stares at the framed picture. “I printed it and framed it to hang it on the wall once we got everything painted and beautifully organized. That’s why I rushed Hyungwon, because I wanted to give it to you since I really liked it,” he told you sincerely. You felt your heart beating faster and faster.

He stares at you, lovingly. “What if we hang it on the wall, next to the window?” he suggests and stares back at the photo. “I think it’d fit. It’s a really nice place and it doesn’t seem so empty that way.” You suddendly want to cry. You get up, giving him your hand. “let’s get to work!”

You take the hammer carefully between your hands, your boyfriend by your side, staring at you amused. “Are you sure you can handle it?” “What are you implying? I can do this myself.” “Well, you asked out for help to move the couch…” before he could finish, you add, “don’t even get started,  that couch is fucking big. Don’t compare a small hammer with a big ass couch that even you couldn’t move without making weird noises.” He choked.

You put the nail carefully on the wall, your tongue sticking out to one side of your lips signaling deep concentration and you frown, holding the small artefact with force until it almost slips out of your hands- and your boyfriend quickly puts it out of your reach, in a safe place: his hands.

“I’m not letting you do this. You’re going to hammer your fingers.” You groan, but he’s right. You’re pretty much a mess, you’ve been working a lot to get everything prepared and your hands are trembling. Putting your pride aside for a moment, you let Hoseok do the thing.

He takes your place andyou take some glasses that you had from your previous home.

“Safety first,” you say, smirking. “what are you, five?” He looks at you in desbelief, handing you the hammer to hold it while he puts the protection glasses on and then switching again. “Says the one that almost choped her fingers off.” “How can you possibly chope your finger off with a small hammer that barely has the force to do its work on a nail? He quickly responds, ”then why couldn’t you do it?“

You remain silent.

You both plop down on the couch, sweaty foreheads from all the work and breathing heavily from moving the remaining boxes of your room and a few stuff that was left- completing the home sweet home look of the apartment and leaving it like you wanted.

You feel a warm sensation in your hand, opening your eyes that were shut down trying to bring back your sould to your body and they quickly switch to the man to your left.

You appreciate him smiling, caressing your fingers gently and cupping your cheek lovingly, closing the distance between the both of you with a heartwarming kiss. His lips feel flushed against yours, soft and you can almost feel the cherry red on them only by their taste. He pulls away slowly, his sweaty forehead against yours- but you don’t mind. You close your eyes and smile widely, opening them again and taking your time to carefully stare at the masterpiece before you.

His hair falls perfectly, his eyes sparkling love everywhere and his smile just showing how much you love him. It’s a picture you want to frame forever in your heart, in which you don’t need any nails to hold it because he removed all of them, everything that made your soul bleed- he made it go away. You loved this man with your entire heart. Your soul belong to him and his to you. You feel like crying and get closer to his chest, hugging him tightly by the waist and accomodating your legs, laying them comfortably on the couch and finally resting your head on his lap, like a stray kitten that knows it’s finally home after wandering around for its entire life. 

You close your eyes slowly, drifting off to dreamland- and your boyfriend pulls away all the hairs that won’t allow him to see your beautiful face, caressing your hair, your cheeks and your shoulders while he waits for you to fall asleep and finally carry you to bed like the royalty you are to him- the one and only that governs with calm and justice in his heart. The one that will always be for him and that he’ll be glad to serve for.

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( emilia clarke, 26, she/her ) silence! can you not see her majesty, megaira calisto constantinou, has arrived? It seems the princess of the greek empire is willing to compromise for peace, which is surprising when everyone calls them the broken bird. have you tried approaching them? i heard they can be rather distant + ruthless, but their staff say that they’re determined + analytical. - ( luna / gmt / she/her )

guess WHAT i have another?? and i love her sm so i hope you all do because i finally have a greek character!! like as a greek i am astounded it has taken me this long tbh but i diGRESS. this is megaira (ofc named for anotHER disney character lmao don’t look at me) and is a tough lil lady. literally homegirl gets locked away for the best part of her life rip. but anyway LIKE this if you want to plot and i’ll come hit your inbox up!!

for the BASICS please click here !!

megaira comes from a long line of rulers that have fought, tooth and nail to keep their empire, to make it the greatest the world has seen since the ancient kingdoms of greece. born on a stormy night in the ancient and great city of pella, birthplace of alexander the great. she will be the first to break the wheel. she will be the first woman to inherit the greek throne. her father had long since given up on a son, and with three daughters to follow him, he named megaira his sole heir when he eventually passed on. much to the disgust and disdain of her older half brother. a bastard, an illegitimate son born out of affair at war. he believed that the throne was his, owed to him. that it should never be wasted on a woman so much weaker in his eyes. but their father did not relent, and so megaira, at the age of just ten, begun to train for her eventual rise to the throne.

it was her brother who convinced their father that she ought to be sent away when the war begun. that a weak princess, now the heir to the throne, would surely be an easy target to their many enemies. so the princess was sent away at aged fifteen to live on the island of crete, just five years into the war, with only her handmaidens and a handful of guards to keep her company. here she heard news from notes passed to her, from her father ( though, those grew more infrequent every passing year ), from her sisters, cousins and from old friends. it was here she heard that she was to be married before she ever took the throne. another plan concocted by her scheming brother to keep her from what he saw as his crown. her father passed law that if she did not marry before his death, that her brother would rule in her place as regent. now convinced that their empire would not follow her lead without a man by her side. megaira was not stupid, she knew that if her brother gained before she did, then she would be dead long before she could walk down the aisle. there would be no getting it back.

so she spent her years of isolation plotting, and learning. every language she could, every book, battle strategies, how to fight, the arts of court. she even survived many an attempt on her life, assassins sent from enemy countries. some secretly paid for by her brother, more than likely. as the war finally came to a close, megaira was allowed to return to court at aged twenty five, nine years in captivity. now a woman, she had returned vindictive and determined to see herself rise and her brother fall. unwittingly, her brother had created his own worst enemy. now truly worthy competition, and in her eyes, he no longer stood a chance.

megaira pleaded with her father for the chance to go to bern, to prove that she would be a worthy leader and could garner the support she would need. there were many who tried daily to invade their country, to test their borders. and this was a chance for them to end these border squabbles for good. although, she had spent most of her life away from court so now she feels on uneven ground as she tries to get used to it all over again as well as dealing with the fact that soon she will have to marry whether she wants to or not. despite her father siding with the coalition ( he didn’t want to upset their relationship with the ottoman’s, so to keep his people safe he sided with them due to their presence they have over them ) megaira strongly believes in independence for greece, and wants to restore it to the great empire they used to be. 

megaira is a very quiet and reserved person, but by no means shy. although she is anxious about being surrounded by so many royals, some she knows from years ago and others strangers, she still isn’t afraid to ensure her voice is heard. this is a chance to prove herself, and she will grasp at every opportunity she can. however she is very stubborn and sets out to do things her way, sometimes it’s impossible to make her budge on that. she thinks she’s more than capable of ruling along, so resents anyone who looks down on her for her gender, or who thinks she’ll be easy to play just because she’s a young woman. meg is obsessed with stars and knows every story behind all of them. if you want to get her talking, ask about myths and stars and she’ll never shut up. often stays up to look at the night sky from her balcony, or the roof of her tower in crete. also has a really big dog that was given to her when she was sent away to keep her company and keep her safe. she named her artemis after the greek goddess of the hunt, forests and hills, the moon, and archery. hardly goes anywhere without her, even now at bern where people aren’t as used to the princess’ giant dog.

WANTED PLOTS

a best friend: someone she has known most of her life and was a playmate when she was younger, this would  be someone she trusts all her secrets with and who she has now reunited with at bern.

her brother: her half brother who schemes to take the throne from her, would likely rather see her head on a pike than beneath a crown.

her two sisters: although she lived apart from them for a good part of her life, she wants to keep them safe and protected despite still only being young herself.

cousins: people she grew up with and missed when she was sent away. they would have kept her up to date in her years of captivity and she used to be quite close to them in her youth. her parents have likely told them to keep her safe during her stay and to guide her in the ways of court life, teaching her how to be a proper lady. offer her counsel. before she was sent away she was offered a place to stay with them during the war but her brother soon whispered in her fathers ear and that idea was cut off. it would be too risky for the princess to forge alliances of her own afterall.

gifted her artemis: they gave her artemis as a gift ten years ago when she was sent away to live on the island, and she has become her closest companion. megaira is forever grateful for her, could tie into another plot easily. maybe they both have one from the same litter. yes i am ripping off the starks completely because i love them.

mentor/adviser: might be playing her for their own needs or working for her brother, or it could be a genuine relationship. they might wish for her to succeed because having her on the throne would be very beneficial to them. doesn’t necessarily have to be an official adviser, or from her country, just someone that has been mentoring her all these years, maybe writing and visiting her.

a failed betrothal: he was the first choice for marriage, but for one reason the engagement fell apart. a problem when they had already begun to develop feelings more than friendship. likely visited her when she was kept in her tower and was one of the reasons she remained sane and determined all these years. the betrothal was ended just before she turned twenty, and megaira was quietly devastated.

a betrothal: they are due to be married and megaira despises this. she feels she is more than fit to rule over an empire without a man by her side, and so they get all the animosity for it. there might be feelings there, but they are mostly buried in bitterness, and the fact that megaira would clearly rather be without them.

an enemy: someone who threatens her future reign. they want the land their empire stands on for themselves, and see her as an easy way to get it. not just rule it, but to make it disappear. to put an end to the greek empire. maybe someone from their country has attempted to kill her, or sent assassins to finish the job.

family friends: whilst she was locked away in a tower for years, this was the person that continuously visited her. brought her favourite foods and entertained her. not many knew of the princess’ location but she trusted them enough to reveal it. before her entrapment, they would be sat together at family events, forced to pair off for dances simply because they were the same age but eventually it grew into friendship.